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Dresser Boys vs.“Kid” Williams & Scott Stonewall
Topic Started: May 24 2007, 11:45 AM (237 Views)
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Dresser Boys vs. George “Kid” Williams & Scott Stonewall

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Deadline: 11:59 pm EST on Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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george
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A wide grin spreads across my face as mountain music by Alabama plays through my television speakers. There is just something about the song that makes me feel at home.

As the music picks up on the speakers I shake my head as I realize how much of my life I have wasted. You see here in the south we spend a lot of time seeking God. I used to spend many a restless hour trying to figure out why I was put on this planet. I used to wonder what God's purpose was for me.

But on one faithful day I was watching Young Guns when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I moved from the couch and fell to my knees in awe. I prayed for guidance and understanding of this powerful vision. When I arose I had a new purpose for my life, and it was not one to be taken lightly.

My new purpose in life was to take a stand on behalf of short people and especially southerners. It took me awhile to figure out how I was going to fulfill this purpose. But one faithful day I was visiting my grandmother when I saw a man on television. I remember my first thought was damn that man is huge. My first thought quickly vanished as I realized this man was taking a stand against the oppression of the southern people. His name was Scott Stonewall.

At the time he was working for a promotion called the FWF. I called in a great deal of favors and quickly gathered enough money to track him down. After a few hours of talking Scott swore up and down he would train me along with the assistance of some of his friends. I really liked the first friend he introduced to me. Sure he was big, in fact he towered over Scott but he was so kind and extremely careful when he sparred with me. Quite possibly one of the kindest men I had ever met, unlike the others.

The first one was okay and I could tell he meant well enough but his very presence was not really scary but overwhelming. I took all of his advice like it was gold but I was still very leery of him and I think he knew it too. He always seemed to act differently around me as if he was trying to ease my tension. The last friend was just plain out terrifying.

His very presence made my skin crawl. Scott and Andre had an air of respectful awe of the one. This one though seemed to make both of them uneasy. Don't get me wrong though for both had respect for this one as well. The only one that seemed unphased by this one was the other man. Sure Scott acted tough enough around him but I could see the fear in his eyes. I made damn sure to take this one's advice almost as much as the other. I figured anyone that could put that kind of fear into a giant knew something.

Quickly I snapped myself out of the thoughts and looked over at the clock:

11:58


"SHIT!" I said as I quickly realized that I had procrastinated way too much.

Jumping up from the couch I quickly went upstairs and grabbed my black gym bag and rushed back downstairs. I dropped my bag in front of the couch and pulled out a black comb from my back pocket. Quickly but carefully I combed my hair. The first lesson I learned while training is that if you don't take pride in yourself no one else will.

I quickly shove my comb back in my pocket happy with the result in the mirror above the couch. Slinging the bag over my shoulder I head towards the back door stopping only briefly at the kitchen counter to grab my sunglasses. As I throw them on I head out the door to the purple mini-van.

Grabbing the handle of the sliding door on the passenger side I sling it open and toss my bag into the van. In a rush I close the door and get in the driver side. After turning on the van I play with the radio for a moment until finally I find a more upbeat song on a local country station, Friday Night in Dixie by Rhett Atkins.

I throw the van into reverse and drive off towards the local gym. As I get onto the highway I shake my head as a black Lincoln with New York plate’s stops in front of me.

As the light turns green and we all drive off I let my mind wonder off in thought.

I have always thought it funny how the northern culture puts so much effort into making fun of the south but come vacation time it is the first place they go. Most will say they like it down here and many have even moved here. But when someone who was born and or raised in the south shows some pride in being southern it is time for the jeers again, and then they wonder why they get so many glares.

It is part of the reason I agreed to join Southern Rebellion when Scott proposed the idea to me. I mean in truth there are some things we may vary on in belief but one thing that we all have in common is a true love of the south, and agitation of two hundred or so years of lies, oppression, and occupation. I personally believe that focusing on the past is futile because regardless of how many facts are presented most people would rather just look the other way in the face of oppression. They would rather ignore the fact that well over half of the United States poverty rests in the south.


"Fuck!" I holler out as I realize I have missed my turn. I quickly realize there is a turn around up ahead. I turn the van around and head towards the gym again, this time making sure I don't miss my turn as I bear left and pull into the gym parking lot. As I throw the van into park I suddenly realize that I left the television on with the CD playing in the DVD player.

“Son of a bitch! Oh well I have left the computer on before…” I say out loud to myself as I get out of the van and head towards the gym. I stop when I realize that there is a very familiar Harley Davidson parked outside the gym. Sighing I head inside with my bag swinging back and forth on my shoulder. As I head towards the locker room a large hand drops down onto my shoulders.

“Hey little guy… I got some bad news for you…”I turn around to see the one and only Scott ‘Dagger’ Stonewall grinning down at me from his usual towering height.

“What the fuck do you want man?” I ask abruptly as I look dead into the eyes of the big man.

Scott goes around to the left side of me and directs my attention towards several men with camera equipment and the SCW logo all over their equipment and clothes. Scott grins as he looks back at me.


“What is going on man? What the fuck am I missing here?” I ask genuinely unsure of what is going on. I mean I know that Scott and I have a match but for the life of me I can’t figure out why the cameras were here.

A big grin creeps across the face of Scott as he motions for the cameras to come towards me. I flip Scott the bird with a half grin as the camera crew gets closer.


“Alright boys follow me.” I said as I motioned for the cameras to follow me into the locker room as Scott follows suite.

As we head into the locker room I head over to a locker and toss my bag down in front of a locker. Scott leans against the locker behind me with a toothpick in his mouth.

I quickly take off my shirt letting my muscles gleam as I reach down and take off my cowboy boots leaving only my socks on. I stand up and place the items inside of the locker and then turn towards the camera as I throw on some sneakers and an a-line shirt that hangs barely above my blue jeans. I get up off the bench and begin talking as we begin to walk back out to the gym.


“Now I know that we are facing these two fuck nuts called the Dresser Boys. I mean personally it sounds like we are facing two fucking faggots. I know what they are capable of doing inside of the ring. I know they have had four tag team championships in the S-C-W… ” I say as I head over to the workout bench.

I sit down on the bench and smile as I continue.


“I do not give two shits what the fuck you have done in your past because let’s face it times change, and while you two have both had your day both of you started out in this business with no name…” I stop and smile as I let my head drop.

I look back up at the camera.


“Before I forget though does anyone else find it odd that the tag team name is the Dresser Boys and one of the members is named the Violator? I mean did you get that name before or after you two became tag team partners? I am not saying you swing that way but it does raise questions when you come out like that. Just curious… did your original entrance to the ring include one of you bending over while the other one stood behind him at an extremely close vicinity?” I stop as I can’t help but laugh.

By this time even Scott is laughing. I finally manage to stop myself from laughing before continuing.


“Look the point here is real simple. The only way you two held those tag team titles four times is if you lost them four times. You two may be great wrestlers but we are great fighters. I am coming to that ring to make an example and it starts with you two. I am not one big on bullshit. I am straight to the point and if either of you don’t like that you can take it up with me in the ring at Breakdown bitches. I am coming to that ring with my big friend here…”I pat Scott slightly to add emphasis. “…who has won title after title and beat fuckers like you in stock.”I say before Scott motions for me to stop.

Scott motions for me to be quiet as he looks at the camera and motions for me to work out some while he talks. I go to lifting the weights as Scott opens up. A look of rage is in his eyes as he begins. So much so that I begin to wonder what the fuck is wrong.


“Alright look here you punks. I was cut off in traffic while on my bike and had to deal with one asshole after another. I have had to take shit from some fuckers that want to categorize me as some racist mother fucker because I like the confederate flag so I am in a really bad mood.” Scott begins to breathe heavy as he steps closer towards the camera with that dangerous look that would make even me think twice before fucking with him.

“You sorry sons of bitches you want to fuck with me? I will break your dick off and use it to rape your mother. I am going to break you in half, rip your skin off with nothing more than my bare hands, tear out your spine, and beat you to death with it. I am going to throw you to the ground, and use your face like a doormat mother fucker! Scott sits down on a sit-up bench not too far from me and looks back at the camera with a twitch in his eye as he continues.

“I will rip out your heart and ass rape you with it! I am going to tear off your clothes and use your blood as body paint. I am going to use your bones as decorations for my wall. I will your nuts out, rip them off, and send one to your mother and one to your father. I will rip out your tongue and staple it to your forehead. I will make you bleed so bad that even the audience will be covered with it. I will then stand on your back while you lick up every drop. I will use the mat itself to rub the skin off your face. I will then reach into your eye socket and pull until your skull cracks. I will rip both of your legs out of their sockets, and proceed to make you literally kick your own ass. You think I care about the consequences?! I don’t give a fuck what the repercussions are. If I go to jail for it I will have a smile so big on my face they will probably commit my ass. Test me if you dare mother fucker! I am going to break a Jack Daniel’s bottle across your face and then force feed the broken glass to you while standing on your throat…..I quickly jump up after finishing my set of reps and motion for Scott to head into the back to calm down.

Smiling and rubbing my arms as I can feel the burn. I take in a deep breathe as I turn to the camera.


“Simply said Scott has ended careers, and I have hospitalized opponents. I may be new to the S-C-W but I am not new to the ring. I am coming to whip ass, and I am coming to knock out teeth. Scott has power, and speed. I have speed and submission. I will be coming as a brawling street fighter that if need be will choke your ass out. I like my big friend believe in no prisoners so whether one of you numnuts faces the Black Flag, the late great Quantrail, the Beserker, Southern Pride, Lee’s Revenge, or Switchblade I don’t know but what I do know is that regardless of which one it is that ends this match it will be on behalf of the south and it will be George the kid Williams and Scott the Dagger Stonewall that is declared the winners as you two morons are laid out in the ring like two bitches. Don’t even bother with some bullshit about how many titles you have won or who you have beaten because the fact of the matter is that neither of you have faced either of us. We are going to show the world how dangerous Southern Rebellion is… we are coming out to fight on behalf of our southern brethren but ‘nuff has been said for now. We are coming out the victors and that wasn’t a question!”I say as I turn and head over to one of the weight set against the large glass.

I begin to sift through the weights before heading over to a bench. These two will never realize what oppression is all about. Both of them were probably spoiled as children and given everything they ever wanted but even if we lose I want to at least I hear the phrase “and they steal one.” Regardless of what happens we must come out with honor and do whatever it takes to win in the name of the cause. I cannot let down those that look up to me regardless of what it takes…… regardless of what it takes. I cannot let down the kids.

~FINI~






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Date: 5/27/2007
Time: 8:30 a.m.
Location: one of the houses of Scott Stonewall
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Daddy was never there. I threw footballs to a mother that was thirty years my senior. I didn’t play catch with daddy. I didn’t go to any father son bonding trips. The old man wasn’t there for my high school graduation. But guess what? I don’t give a fuck!

Many a kid grows up without a father. It was the thought that I constantly used to get myself through my childhood. Sure I could have whined and cried about it but I didn’t. Instead I dragged my ass out there each and every morning and did my daily chores on that old ass ranch so that Mama would have some money to buy the supplies needed to make those oh so delectable meals that I enjoy so much.

Standing in front of the foggy mirror I take in a deep breath. Damn I am getting old I think to myself. But such is life, everything must change and in such I know in my heart for once that SCW is the place I was meant to be. It is in this new fed that I will reach my ultimate goal of holding the world title.

Quickly grabbing my dirty clothes I head out of the bathroom and into my bedroom dropping my dirty clothes off into the basket near the bed. Sitting down I grab a pair of socks already on the bed and slip them on pulling them up high before grabbing my cowboy boots near the nightstand and throwing them on. I have worn cowboy boots as long as I can remember but the one thing that most people would never know is that if you don’t have the right kind of socks and they ain’t high enough those damn boots will rub your skin raw and hurt like hell.

I smile as I think of all the feds I have been in, and how many belts I have held. It really has been a fun ride thus far but nothing will top it more than to finally reach that pinnacle of my career and hey not everyone can get it right away right? This has to be the time of Scott Stonewall. No longer will I live in the shadow of others.

Standing up I head towards the door but stop at the dresser to grab my bible. It would really be embarrassing to go to church without my BIBLE. I mean I have a lot to pray for this Sunday. I have to pray for forgiveness for things I have said, things I am going to say, things I have said and especially the things I am going to do to those Dresser Boys.

As I head out the bedroom and down the hallway I stop in the living room and reach down to grab my sunglasses. I sigh yet again as I head out the door. I had recently become used to going to church without the wife. She was off with the wrestlers in SWA getting ready for her match later tonight.

As I head out the door I say a silent little prayer for her safety and for a swift victory in the name of the south for her. For it is only the fool that goes into battle without the backing of the one and only true God.

That is not something I would ever dare to do. He is the true heart and soul of the south and that is not something I would quickly forget as it is something that my mother taught me when I was growing up, and that is one woman that I would not soon forget the lessons of but no more time for thought on things long past as I must head to church, and such thinking only causes delay and confusion.

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Date: 5/27/2007
Time: 1:00 p.m.
Location: Marietta Confederate Cemetery Marietta, GA
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As I walk along the paved roads of the confederate cemetery I can’t help but think of the long ass drive over here after church let out. I thought for sure I would be driving forever and when I arrived I couldn’t help but smile.

I mean after confessing my sins before the great father and singing some old time gospel songs one can’t help but to feel good. You take that along with the end of a long drive and you have one happy ass giant.

Personally I never got why people don’t go to church. I mean aside from the gas there is no logical reason for not going. It is like people have been told about how to feel good and that it is completely free and they still won’t go. I am torn from my thoughts as George comes walking towards me shaking his head.

“I just met the craziest guy I have ever seen” George says to me as he stares off into the distance scratching his head.

I laugh before replying.

“What the mirror doesn’t count?” I ask as George glares at me.

“I don’t know about all that man… all I know is that this mother fucker was delusional. It was sad and in a way kind of amusing.” George replies with his glare still in tact.

I laugh as he looks around impatiently.

“What are you looking for little one?” I ask him as I am truly curious by this point.

George looks really pissed off and I can even see the veins in his neck popping out. Before I see something burst I place one hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it okay?” George nods apparently satisfied with the apology.

I tilt my head slightly before shaking it back and forth in disbelief.

“What?” George asks annoyed.

“What were you looking around for?” I ask equally annoyed.

George grins.

“Oh….that…nah I was looking to see where you put the camera crew.” George replies honestly enough.

I laugh at the honesty.

“They haven’t gotten here just yet…” And as if by magic a white van with the famous SCW logo came pulling up not but a few feet from us with the door sliding open.

Several camera men jump out like they are fixing to mug George and I but lucky for them I knew they were just being dramatic and had probably had way too much coffee. It took them a matter of seconds to get the camera to rolling before motioning to us that it was time to start shooting.

“Now as many of you know tomorrow is Memorial Day. Well I figured it is time to look back in history for a lesson for the future. You see this here is a confederate cemetery in Marietta, Georgia.” I motion around with my hands to add effect.

George snickers at this as I continue.

“Now… Memorial Day is about remembering those that died in combat to defend our country, and the so called freedoms of this country, the very same reason that these men died in combat. For they too died trying to defend the freedoms of this country or more specifically the bill of rights.” I say as I begin to walk towards a bench along the pathway that sits in front of several tombstones.

As I sit down on the bench a large grin crosses my face.

“If I recall I said that this was going to be a lesson for the future. I am sure you are wondering what can the dead have to say to the living and the answer is simple. Most of these men did not actually die in battle. Most of these men died for various other reasons on the battlefield but not in battle or because of something the enemy did. You see around these parts there was an infamous battle known as the battle of Kennesaw mountain in which no one thought the confederates would survive but not only did they survive but they brutally destroyed their attackers. In fact there are reports of one part of the battle where they actually burned some of the attackers…ALIVE!” I say loudly with what I am sure must be a look of glee in my eyes.

The thought of the battle racing through my mind I leap from my seat.

“They were underestimated and were considered to be a minimal threat but it was quickly realized that they were much more than that for while they did not have the military record of their attackers they did have something far greater and that my friends is ….PASSION!” I say emphatically as I step closer to the camera.

By this time George is beginning to get really pumped up. I can almost see the blood in his face and the veins in his eyeballs as he is racing with the idea of the battle like a true warrior.

“You see Dresser Boys just like that battle all those many years ago there are some individuals who discard us because they think they have more decorations but regardless of whether they do or not DOES NOT MATTER!” I declare as I move closer to the camera.

A large grin is crossing the face of George, and I can feel the blood rushing through my body as I continue.

“What matters is the passion! Do you really think you have more passion going into this match than we do? You two already have repor here while we have yet to establish ourselves in this place. We are coming not only to make a name for ourselves but also to bring inspiration to our brothers in the south that are underestimated and discarded just as often as we are if not more. We are going to light you boys up and after we get the victory we are going to beat you until your entire bodies are livid. Then and only then we will fly a white flag to let the owners of the fed who put you up against us know that they can send someone to come pick up the remains. And if that pisses off one of the boys in the back or either one of you bitches all I got to say is…. I don’t give a fuck!” I say emphatically before letting George take over as I replace him on the bench.

George steps up to the camera with a look of pure passion in his eyes. A look I know all too well as until recently I had not seen it in years but something has returned recently and I can only hope that it stays long enough for me to get that world title.

“This is so simple that even you two dumbass bitches can understand it. We are going to come to the ring and we are going to exercise a level of skill that you have never seen, and I can say that honestly because you ain’t never going to see anyone wrestle the way that we do and I guarantee that boys. You boys are about to learn how we do it down in Dixie. You boys are about to learn how a southern man raises hell. We will come to the ring, and we will break you two off like beef jerky from the local convenient store. You see you two think that you are some big ass dogs when in truth you are nothing more than chickens, and you know what a southern man does to a chicken don’t you?” A wicked look crosses the face of George.

I am trying everything in my power to try not to laugh at this new style of metaphors but George is George. I mean what else can I say? The man is one of a kind.

“You see when we come to that ring we are going to drop you in some basic moves or for this you could say flour. Sometime during the match we will find a key point to focus on or for this little bit the frying pan, and then when the time is ripe…. Dinner is served!” George yells before turning back to me.

I look at him confused trying to figure out what he is thinking but before I even have time to begin to guess he turns back to the camera, and licks his fingers one by one.

“Finger licking good!” He says as he winks at the camera before turning back to me.

I push myself off the bench and onto my feet as George walks off apparently satisfied with his little Kentucky fried analogy. I shake my head in amusement.

The camera men turn off the camera and jump back in the van just as quickly as they had jumped out of it and again I can’t help but think that those boys need to consider drinking some orange juice in the morning instead of all that damn coffee.
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Standing not far from a podium I look on at the great Andre Bates as he is holding a rally to get people to sign up for a march to Washington.

“We have currently, and since the Lincoln Administration, an Illegal Government.

Our Constitution is disregarded constantly by this Illegal Government. They break so many laws, by creating new laws. Banning guns is Illegal, yet they do it. Banning certain words from television or radio, or even our own personal lives, is illegal, yet they do it. Removing the Ten Commandments and the Bible out of Church, while demanding the Quran to be able to be used by Muslim Witnesses being sworn in, is Illegal, yet they do it. Search without a Warrant, Illegal. Seizure of property is illegal. Abortion is Illegal, yet they do it.

Laws are made by the Illegal Government. From both the Legislate Branch and the Judicial Branch. Gentlemen, the Judicial Branch is not allowed to make laws. This is proof enough of an Illegal Government.

They have spit in the face of Freedom, of our forefathers. What will stop them from invading our homes? What will stop them from arresting us without trial? What will stop them from stealing our property, or taxing us without representation? What will stop them from what they are already doing? The Gun, gentlemen.

The Gun must be used to protect ourselves, and our rights. We must be willing to Kill, and if need be to die, for our rights and our freedoms.

Gentleman, our time is drawing closer, a War is brewing. Any man who dares not see it is a fool. We are on the brink of chaos. There are politicians right now who are proposing a measure to disarm the American people, by forcefully invading their homes Armed. By stealing personal firearms. There are measures to make Christianity Illegal, while pushing for Islam, Atheism, and Evolutionism to be accepted. There are measures Gentlemen, of restricting our rights to have children.

When this time comes, I will be there with Sword in hand, the Good Bible in the other. And Hell follows.

Who else will stand there? Who else will stand in defense of their freedoms, of their rights, of their God? Who else will stand in defiance against Tyranny? Who else will fight?” Andre says as he steps down from the podium with overwhelming approval from the audience.

I was taking in every word from the giant known as Andre Bates when the applause from the audience overwhelmed me shaking me from my concentration and making me realize that the speech was over. Andre had always had a commanding presence behind a podium so why should today be any different but it was and noticeably so at that.

The people in the audience found inspiration in both his words and his expressions. Apparently some petition was going around but I didn’t bother to sign it. Not because I didn’t believe in it but because my name was on the petition before it ever made it to the crowd and even before this rally was even thought of by Scott and Andre. I knew that the petition for this march was only one step in a series of many to either correct ongoing problems or to insight a war, either way Andre would be happy with the result. It was never confirmed but I believe that the petition was actually the idea of our leader Richard Lee who apparently has history with Scott and Andre from another fed they were in known as the EFW. There is no doubt that the movement is mostly that for the white man even though there are a few Mexican Americans and blacks among the crowd.

I shake my head in exasperation. It makes me sad that there are not more attending this kind of rally for this was not just for the white man but for the southern man, all of them. From what I could understand this is not about the past but the future and the future of the children of our generation.

Standing next to me looking like some bad cross between spider man and a Mexican luchador is some ass monkey brought along by Andre known as Midgard. The guy was beyond acceptable crazy. He is just plain out there in the twilight zone. I mean he is past gone so much so that he is hearing messages from NASA.


“Great speech, I think people will like this Roleplay, don't you George?” Midgard asks of me as if I am actually going to take his question seriously.

I mean what is wrong with this guy?


“Go take a flying leap psycho and leave me be.” I reply without hesitation.

Midgard looks onward into the crowd as if I had not even spoken.


“Ah yes, I think the best part of this Roleplay will be when we split up, and I interview Andre while you and Scott go hang out and talk about your match against the Dressup Boys.” Midgard replied ignorantly.

I could not place my finger on it but there is something about this lunatic that just scrapes me the wrong way, like nails on a chalk board even.


“I agree with the part of you and me splitting up....” I let my words drift off as I watch Andre mingle among the crowd and head towards the side where Scott is waiting for him.

The parking lot is rampant with emotion.


“Great! We're already just about done with the Rally part of the RP. Now all we have to do is meet up with Scott and Andre, say high to Richard Lee, and then we'll probably be about, One third of the way finished with this Roleplay. Maybe we'll have time to do another one. Think about this: George "Kid" Williams Interviewed by Midgard!” He says to me in that child like tone that is so annoying.

I am beginning to feel the rage build up in me.


“I would rather chew on my own foot while leaving my cock in an anthill with sugar on it.” I said as bluntly as possible to let him I was not interested.

Some need more though.


“GREAT! So we'll meet up tomorrow for it?” he asks of me like a dog who won’t let go of a bone.

Trying to remember what Scott told me I take down a big gulp of my anger.


“You are two seconds from finding out what the leather on my boot taste like. I would suggest you shut up.” I say abruptly.

A smile crosses his smug little face.


“Oh, does it taste like bubble gum?” counting to ten I warn again.

I can feel the veins in my neck coming to the surface.


“.... One second... this is your last warning.” I warn him half calmly.

Some can’t take a hint.


“I've never heard of Last Warning Bubble Gum.....” beyond the point of control I feel the rage rush my face.

Reaching over in exasperation I backhand Midgard sending him crashing to the floor as I head away from the rally. After what seems like an eternity Scott finally catches up with me.


“That Midgard guy is quite a trip ain’t he?” Scott asks of me.

I cannot help but to grin as I nod my head. I will be more than glad when this Midgard man is long gone and out of my hair. Even hearing his name is annoying.


“Can we just get this over with and stop talking about that guy?” I say out loud before I realize it.

Shocked by the fact I have just said this I stop dead in my tracks and turn around to face Scott who is shaking his head.


“Look I know you don’t like him but he means well. You should not be so quick to judge my small friend. I mean at one time I could have taken you as such but I gave you the benefit of the doubt.” Scott says as if he is the wise one.

I roll my eyes as we continue to walk throughout the parking lot of the rally. The abandoned building behind us overshadows an already gloomy surrounding on a desolate and dark night. Loud music is playing through who knows what medium; I believe it is Lynard Skynard.


“You ready for Wednesday?” Scott asks of me like I am some rookie kid.

I give him an eat shit look before rolling my eyes, and grunting.


“Seriously though man, I don’t mean to talk down to you or nothing it’s just that these guys are the big time. They know their shit and you have not been in a tag team match before…” he says before I interrupt him.

I choose my words carefully and with perfected deliberation.


“Look man those two have no clue what they are up against. I can feel it in my bones. They want to over look us because of where we are from and because of what we believe in, and that will be their downfall.” I reply emphatically.

Scott laughs to himself as a slow grin crosses his face upon him sitting down on a loading dock attached to one of the abandoned buildings.


“Between what we have all trained you, your relentless warrior spirit, and the spirit of the lord I think that you will do just fine George.” Scott says in that typical old man way that is almost noble.

He motions for me to take a seat beside him, and so I do. We both clasp our hands together and bow our heads as Scott begins to pray.


“Heavenly father guide us in the path that you wish for us to follow. Help us only to do your will, and guide our hands as we go into combat as such is our profession. Help us to swiftly lay down our enemies and bring us a swift victory. It is in the name of your son, Jesus Christ, who was sent down to bring us salvation that we pray…AMEN” the prayer comes to an end and we both look up.

I myself have the feeling of a rush but the true warrior would never go into battle without the blessing of his God, and it is in such fashion that I go to Breakdown for I will bring down the arrogant ones known as the Dresser Boys in the name of my lord and savior and in the name of the south, with the help of my tag team partner of course. I care not for their whims for our victory must come without regret and yet still with integrity for the purity of one’s own soul for even in the face of enemies one must have honor, and it is for honor that we will defeat the pompous one’s.
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