Post by Justin York on Nov 6, 2008 4:13:48 GMT -5
Four wins with two losses would mark the record of the one and only "Texas CrazyHorse". .
The only two losses coming via pinfall. .
The only two losses suffered at the hands of. .
Raymond "Kingpin" Jones. .
And his fellow Juggernaut member. .
Eno Redrum. .
Justin York had the chance at the promise land once before but. .
Couldn't put an end to Eno Redrum. .
Now he's back with a Veangence. .
And has two oppurtunity's. .
One to become TWD Tag Team Champions with his fellow partner Tomas Luger. .
Or to become number one contender to the TWD Championship. .
For Justin York it's all or nothing. .
It's crunch time. .
Balls to the walls. .
Saturday November Fifteenth. .
Justin York will be. .
Dancing With The Devils!!
. .
What The Fuck?
Justin York sits at a bar sipping on his beer and watching the Indianpolis Colts get their asses handed to them by the New England Patriots. Justin calls over the female bartender.
Justin York- You got the time?
Bartender- Yea, it's a quarter to three.
Justin grabs the remainder of his beer and washes it down in one gulp.
Justin York- Well i have to take off so that's all.
Bartender- That'll be four dollars please.
Justin York- Do you have a pen?
The bartender turns and grabs a pen and hands it to Justin. Justin pulls out a five dollar bill and writes something on it.
Justin York- Call me sometime.
The bartender smiles. Justin turns and walks out of the bar. and it's not long before he has an incoming call on his cell. he picks up.
Justin York- Hello.
Secretary- Justin, You need to get up to our head offices right now hurry up.
Justin York- Uhh, What the fuck could it be now?!
Justin hangs up the phone then he walks over to his car and pulls out of the parking lot.
***
Justin pulls up to a very big building. That has a sign right at the beginning of the stairwell it reads.
York News Incorporated
Justin gets out of his car and continues up the stairwell and gets into the elevator. As he goes up floor by floor he hears yelling and arguing going on. The elevator stops and the door opens he steps out.
Secretary- Justin please take care of this.
Man- What the fuck do you want?!
Justin York- Woah buddy you might want to slow the fuck down. I'm the owner of this company. So the question is what the fuck do you want?
Man- Oh so your the asshole that published an article about me selling fake TWD Merchandise eh?
Justin York- Oh, Your the dickhead that was selling the fake merch eh? trying to steal money away from me? I suggest you start walking the fuck out of here.
Man- Or what tough guy?
Justin York- Well, I gave you a warning.
Justin throws a punch and connects with the mans face. The man goes crumbling to the ground but on the way down he grabs justin's tie and pulls him down with him. Justin then gets into the mount position and begins throwing a few more punches until the man stops tusseling with him. Justin then stands up fixing his tie and straightening his tux.
Justin York- Messed up my tux. Motherfucker. I was gonna let you off easy but no had to be a smart ass eh? Security get him the fuck out of my sight!
Justin takes one last shot at the guy as he kicks him right in the ribs. Security then grabs the man pulls him to his feet and begins taking him out of the building.
Justin York- Some fuckin' people!
Justin lets out a deep breath and walks into his office and sits down in his chair and leans back. Before he knows it a women is standing their with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
Women- Coffee Mr.York?
Justin York- Thank you.
Justin takes a sip of the steaming cup of coffee and takes another deep breath. . He then hears his phone ring and he pulls it out of his pocket andhe has two new voicemails. Justin calls his voicemail and reads the messgaes.
Message One
"Hey Justin, It's Mom i haven't heard from you in a while. Just called to see how your doing and if your ready for the big night next saturday. Give me a call sometime and we'll talk more and you need to come visit. Alrighty well i'll talk to you soon and hopefully see you soon as well. Good luck buddy take care."
Message Two
"Justin it's Tomas, Where the fuck have you been man? I haven't heard a word from you in quite a while. What the fuck is our plan for the Devil's Dance in the Tag Team Match? Justin don't be an idiot. Call me or send me a message when you get this and we'll discuss what's gonna go on at the Pay Per View. Talk to you later. ."
Justin has a blanc look on his face as he slams his phone down onto the desk.
Justin York- Uhhhhh. . . I haven't a fucking minute to think for myself! Now i already have things to fucking do. I haven't prepared for the Pay Per View which is the biggest fucking night since for me since i have been in the TWD! Fuck It!
Justin picks up his phone and goes into his contact list and scrolls down to Tomas Luger and calls him. . Ringing is heard and then there is a pickup.
Tomas Luger- Hello. .
Justin York- Hello Tomas, You wanted to get ahold of me.
Tomas Luger- Yea, You have mad like a fucking months disappearence on me.
Justin York- Buisness man. . Tons of buisness that has not given me a fucking second to think for myself!
Tomas Luger- Well Whats going on with the Pay Per View in our tag team match?
Justin York- The plan is we walk in and take our fucking belts from those to wannabe bitches and we hold them for a long time to come!
Tomas Luger- No Gameplan? . .
Justin York- Fuck a gameplan. . I'm a man of action not strategy. Were gonna play shit loads of mind games. Then were gonna walk all over those Juggernaut motherfuckers and walk out!
Tomas Luger- . . .
Justin York- But anyway i gotta go i have tons of shit to do.
Tomas Luger- Alright see ya on the fifteenth.
Justin hangs up the phone and then tilts his head back so he's looking at the ceiling.
Justin York- Holy Fuck. . . . . .
Justin puts his head down and looks directly into the camera that has followed him since he walked into the building.
Justin York- Dragzilla, ACH, Rastafari, Insomnia, O'Malley, And Karishnikov. Whether i have time to think about what i'm going to do to you motherfuckers at the Pay Per View doesn't matter at all because, I already know that i'm going to walk in and take you all out. I'm going to leave the Number One Contender for the TWD Championship and i'm Going to walk out with my TWD Tag Team Strap. So ready yourselves because the storm on it's way just becareful because you don't wanna get caught in the Eye Of The Hurricane. . . GAME OVER BITCHES!
Scene Fade!
The Future
. . .
Can He Be Stopped?
. . .
Find Out November Fifteenth
. . .
At The Devils Dance
. . .
When He Looks To Walk Out
. . .
With The Tag Team Title Belt
. . .
And
. . .
The Number One Contendership To The TWD Title
. . .
Watch Out
. . .
The Texas CrazyHorse Has Been Enraged
. . .
And
. . .
He's On The Loose!
The only two losses coming via pinfall. .
The only two losses suffered at the hands of. .
Raymond "Kingpin" Jones. .
And his fellow Juggernaut member. .
Eno Redrum. .
Justin York had the chance at the promise land once before but. .
Couldn't put an end to Eno Redrum. .
Now he's back with a Veangence. .
And has two oppurtunity's. .
One to become TWD Tag Team Champions with his fellow partner Tomas Luger. .
Or to become number one contender to the TWD Championship. .
For Justin York it's all or nothing. .
It's crunch time. .
Balls to the walls. .
Saturday November Fifteenth. .
Justin York will be. .
Dancing With The Devils!!
. .
What The Fuck?
Justin York sits at a bar sipping on his beer and watching the Indianpolis Colts get their asses handed to them by the New England Patriots. Justin calls over the female bartender.
Justin York- You got the time?
Bartender- Yea, it's a quarter to three.
Justin grabs the remainder of his beer and washes it down in one gulp.
Justin York- Well i have to take off so that's all.
Bartender- That'll be four dollars please.
Justin York- Do you have a pen?
The bartender turns and grabs a pen and hands it to Justin. Justin pulls out a five dollar bill and writes something on it.
Justin York- Call me sometime.
The bartender smiles. Justin turns and walks out of the bar. and it's not long before he has an incoming call on his cell. he picks up.
Justin York- Hello.
Secretary- Justin, You need to get up to our head offices right now hurry up.
Justin York- Uhh, What the fuck could it be now?!
Justin hangs up the phone then he walks over to his car and pulls out of the parking lot.
***
Justin pulls up to a very big building. That has a sign right at the beginning of the stairwell it reads.
York News Incorporated
Justin gets out of his car and continues up the stairwell and gets into the elevator. As he goes up floor by floor he hears yelling and arguing going on. The elevator stops and the door opens he steps out.
Secretary- Justin please take care of this.
Man- What the fuck do you want?!
Justin York- Woah buddy you might want to slow the fuck down. I'm the owner of this company. So the question is what the fuck do you want?
Man- Oh so your the asshole that published an article about me selling fake TWD Merchandise eh?
Justin York- Oh, Your the dickhead that was selling the fake merch eh? trying to steal money away from me? I suggest you start walking the fuck out of here.
Man- Or what tough guy?
Justin York- Well, I gave you a warning.
Justin throws a punch and connects with the mans face. The man goes crumbling to the ground but on the way down he grabs justin's tie and pulls him down with him. Justin then gets into the mount position and begins throwing a few more punches until the man stops tusseling with him. Justin then stands up fixing his tie and straightening his tux.
Justin York- Messed up my tux. Motherfucker. I was gonna let you off easy but no had to be a smart ass eh? Security get him the fuck out of my sight!
Justin takes one last shot at the guy as he kicks him right in the ribs. Security then grabs the man pulls him to his feet and begins taking him out of the building.
Justin York- Some fuckin' people!
Justin lets out a deep breath and walks into his office and sits down in his chair and leans back. Before he knows it a women is standing their with a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
Women- Coffee Mr.York?
Justin York- Thank you.
Justin takes a sip of the steaming cup of coffee and takes another deep breath. . He then hears his phone ring and he pulls it out of his pocket andhe has two new voicemails. Justin calls his voicemail and reads the messgaes.
Message One
"Hey Justin, It's Mom i haven't heard from you in a while. Just called to see how your doing and if your ready for the big night next saturday. Give me a call sometime and we'll talk more and you need to come visit. Alrighty well i'll talk to you soon and hopefully see you soon as well. Good luck buddy take care."
Message Two
"Justin it's Tomas, Where the fuck have you been man? I haven't heard a word from you in quite a while. What the fuck is our plan for the Devil's Dance in the Tag Team Match? Justin don't be an idiot. Call me or send me a message when you get this and we'll discuss what's gonna go on at the Pay Per View. Talk to you later. ."
Justin has a blanc look on his face as he slams his phone down onto the desk.
Justin York- Uhhhhh. . . I haven't a fucking minute to think for myself! Now i already have things to fucking do. I haven't prepared for the Pay Per View which is the biggest fucking night since for me since i have been in the TWD! Fuck It!
Justin picks up his phone and goes into his contact list and scrolls down to Tomas Luger and calls him. . Ringing is heard and then there is a pickup.
Tomas Luger- Hello. .
Justin York- Hello Tomas, You wanted to get ahold of me.
Tomas Luger- Yea, You have mad like a fucking months disappearence on me.
Justin York- Buisness man. . Tons of buisness that has not given me a fucking second to think for myself!
Tomas Luger- Well Whats going on with the Pay Per View in our tag team match?
Justin York- The plan is we walk in and take our fucking belts from those to wannabe bitches and we hold them for a long time to come!
Tomas Luger- No Gameplan? . .
Justin York- Fuck a gameplan. . I'm a man of action not strategy. Were gonna play shit loads of mind games. Then were gonna walk all over those Juggernaut motherfuckers and walk out!
Tomas Luger- . . .
Justin York- But anyway i gotta go i have tons of shit to do.
Tomas Luger- Alright see ya on the fifteenth.
Justin hangs up the phone and then tilts his head back so he's looking at the ceiling.
Justin York- Holy Fuck. . . . . .
Justin puts his head down and looks directly into the camera that has followed him since he walked into the building.
Justin York- Dragzilla, ACH, Rastafari, Insomnia, O'Malley, And Karishnikov. Whether i have time to think about what i'm going to do to you motherfuckers at the Pay Per View doesn't matter at all because, I already know that i'm going to walk in and take you all out. I'm going to leave the Number One Contender for the TWD Championship and i'm Going to walk out with my TWD Tag Team Strap. So ready yourselves because the storm on it's way just becareful because you don't wanna get caught in the Eye Of The Hurricane. . . GAME OVER BITCHES!
Scene Fade!
The Future
. . .
Can He Be Stopped?
. . .
Find Out November Fifteenth
. . .
At The Devils Dance
. . .
When He Looks To Walk Out
. . .
With The Tag Team Title Belt
. . .
And
. . .
The Number One Contendership To The TWD Title
. . .
Watch Out
. . .
The Texas CrazyHorse Has Been Enraged
. . .
And
. . .
He's On The Loose!
