Post by Justin York on Oct 12, 2008 15:04:25 GMT -5
Victory. . . At last. .
Justin York. . . TWD Champion. . Near Future?. .
One Thing Justin York is. . RUNNING AT LARGE!!
Justin has his work cut out for him Saturday October 18th at Showdown. . With one thing on his mind. . Win the belt or go home and seriously reconsider your career. . October 18th it's David vs Goliath. .
It's the best against the best. .
It's the Youngblood tiger looking to make his first statement trying to catch his first big meal. . Against the more experienced lion who has established himself at the top once again. .
It's all or nothing. .
It's big time. .
It's "The Texas Crazyhorse" Justin York Vs. . . Eno Redrum. . With the TWD Championship thrown into the scramble these men will do anything to each other!. .
Who will be knocked off the mountain? . . There can only be one king of the mountain. .
Will It Be Justin York Or Eno Redrum. . Find out on SHOWDOWN!
A small light shines a cast a glare off of a huge window with two pieces of stained dark wood going vertically and horizontally across it. the glare in the window shows a man standing smoking a cigar with a grin on his cocky mug. . The man begins to giggle as he begins to walk towards his desk. . The man turns out to be Justin York as the camera gets a better shot of him. Justin Takes a seat at his solid oakwood desk. .
Justin York[/u] So unless your all fucking retarted then you know that i have a TWD tile shot this coming Saturday against Eno Redrum. . but you all are anyway so there you go. . Eno Fucking Redrum?. . Murder One? is that what you look to do you sick mother fucker? If so thank god. I want you to come in with that mentality so then when the smoke clears and i'm done Kicking the living hell out of you better then a Nate Kaeding Punt i'll beat the best and i'll walk out with MY TWD Championship. . You know as the great "Nature Boy" Ric Flair once said. . "To be the man you gotta beat the man. ." And with you Eno. . Murder One. . Job Pettish. . Thats what i plan to do with you, you fucking pathetic excuse for a champion.
Justin let's go of a half cocky half serious giggle. . And then takes a drink of an unknown fluid in a water bottle. .
Justin York[/u]Patrick Martin is one man to thank for this. Martin i will not let down you i will take this company when i win that belt and boost your ratings through the roof ill make us number one instead of that cinderella story champion Eno Redrum. Eno. . I hate your fucking guts! Nothing would make me happier then to brutalize the living hell out of you massacre you then take the only thing that matters to me the TWD Title. . But only time will tell Eno. But if i were to be you i'd be shining up that belt real nice getting ready to hand it over. . And i would enjoy the nice turkey dinner with your family on thanksgiving live in heaven and peace while you can. . Because come this Saturday night i'm gonna send you to straight to hell where you belong you silly bastard.
Justin gets up and walks away with a look of determination on his face.
Scene End!
Justin York is sleeping. . But also looks like he is having another flashback. . . .
Justin I Fucking Hate You! . . You were nothing to me . . JUSTIN!! JUSTIN!! . . WHAM! Justin was hit with a glass bottle before you could say bottled. . he hit the ground like a ton of bricks. . A girl voice comes over everything happening. . Get Em' Boys . . Two big guys walk toward Justin and start beating the hell out of him kicking and punching him while on the ground. . then he is held to be slapped in the face by this bitch. . ?? . . Who is it cant quite see??. .
Justin's flashback stopped when the sound of his apartment door opens. . But he stays asleep. . The sound of high heels sounds off as this person now can be confirmed as woman and alone walks across the kitchen of Justin's Apartment through his living room all the way to his bedroom door and just has a peek in . . Shes see Justin lying there and smiles. . Justin Wakes up at the sound of her voice . .
. . Justin Baby . .
Justin's eyes widen as big as coconuts!!
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. . . .
To Be Continued
Justin York. . . TWD Champion. . Near Future?. .
One Thing Justin York is. . RUNNING AT LARGE!!
Justin has his work cut out for him Saturday October 18th at Showdown. . With one thing on his mind. . Win the belt or go home and seriously reconsider your career. . October 18th it's David vs Goliath. .
It's the best against the best. .
It's the Youngblood tiger looking to make his first statement trying to catch his first big meal. . Against the more experienced lion who has established himself at the top once again. .
It's all or nothing. .
It's big time. .
It's "The Texas Crazyhorse" Justin York Vs. . . Eno Redrum. . With the TWD Championship thrown into the scramble these men will do anything to each other!. .
Who will be knocked off the mountain? . . There can only be one king of the mountain. .
Will It Be Justin York Or Eno Redrum. . Find out on SHOWDOWN!
A small light shines a cast a glare off of a huge window with two pieces of stained dark wood going vertically and horizontally across it. the glare in the window shows a man standing smoking a cigar with a grin on his cocky mug. . The man begins to giggle as he begins to walk towards his desk. . The man turns out to be Justin York as the camera gets a better shot of him. Justin Takes a seat at his solid oakwood desk. .
Justin York[/u] So unless your all fucking retarted then you know that i have a TWD tile shot this coming Saturday against Eno Redrum. . but you all are anyway so there you go. . Eno Fucking Redrum?. . Murder One? is that what you look to do you sick mother fucker? If so thank god. I want you to come in with that mentality so then when the smoke clears and i'm done Kicking the living hell out of you better then a Nate Kaeding Punt i'll beat the best and i'll walk out with MY TWD Championship. . You know as the great "Nature Boy" Ric Flair once said. . "To be the man you gotta beat the man. ." And with you Eno. . Murder One. . Job Pettish. . Thats what i plan to do with you, you fucking pathetic excuse for a champion.
Justin let's go of a half cocky half serious giggle. . And then takes a drink of an unknown fluid in a water bottle. .
Justin York[/u]Patrick Martin is one man to thank for this. Martin i will not let down you i will take this company when i win that belt and boost your ratings through the roof ill make us number one instead of that cinderella story champion Eno Redrum. Eno. . I hate your fucking guts! Nothing would make me happier then to brutalize the living hell out of you massacre you then take the only thing that matters to me the TWD Title. . But only time will tell Eno. But if i were to be you i'd be shining up that belt real nice getting ready to hand it over. . And i would enjoy the nice turkey dinner with your family on thanksgiving live in heaven and peace while you can. . Because come this Saturday night i'm gonna send you to straight to hell where you belong you silly bastard.
Justin gets up and walks away with a look of determination on his face.
Scene End!
Justin York is sleeping. . But also looks like he is having another flashback. . . .
Justin I Fucking Hate You! . . You were nothing to me . . JUSTIN!! JUSTIN!! . . WHAM! Justin was hit with a glass bottle before you could say bottled. . he hit the ground like a ton of bricks. . A girl voice comes over everything happening. . Get Em' Boys . . Two big guys walk toward Justin and start beating the hell out of him kicking and punching him while on the ground. . then he is held to be slapped in the face by this bitch. . ?? . . Who is it cant quite see??. .
Justin's flashback stopped when the sound of his apartment door opens. . But he stays asleep. . The sound of high heels sounds off as this person now can be confirmed as woman and alone walks across the kitchen of Justin's Apartment through his living room all the way to his bedroom door and just has a peek in . . Shes see Justin lying there and smiles. . Justin Wakes up at the sound of her voice . .
. . Justin Baby . .
Justin's eyes widen as big as coconuts!!
. . .
. . . .
To Be Continued
