Post by Texas Tim on Sept 8, 2020 9:59:02 GMT -5
The scene opens inside a barn. There is plenty of hay in this barn. Like, a lot of hay. But no cows. Is this a different barn from last time? Or is it the same one and the cows are just gone? If so, where did they go? Did one of Texas Tim's glares scare them off? Or are they just outside today? These questions will have to remain unanswered as Texas Tim walks into the barn.
"I've heard that a lot of y'all are concerned about ol' Texas Tim and, yeah, I get it. I haven't been winnin' too much recently. In fact, I've damn sure been losin' more than I hoped. But that's fine. Because cowboys never give up. They don't turn tail and run at the right sight of trouble. No, sir. They fight. And that's what I'm gonna do."
He settles down on one of the hay bales.
"You see, this week I'm in a tag team match, facin' Kyle Shane and some guy who calls himself 'Crazy Boy.' Come on, man, there's no need for that kinda talk. I may not be some big shot downtown lawyer in a suit, but I know that 'Crazy' is considered a slur these days. You don't need to go there, partner."
He picks up a piece of hay and chews on the end while he continues to speak.
"Now I've heard a bit about this fellow, and I'll admit that he sounds nuttier’n all git-out. That boy ain't right, ya know, but that doesn't make him crazy. Down here in Texas, we appreciate that sort of individualism. Just because a man's missin' a few buttons off his shirt, doesn't mean he ain't a man, so I'm glad he's back here in PCW. I'm looking forward to gettin' in the ring with ol' Tyrone Smith. I ain't got no beef with him"
Tim looks a bit more serious as he continues to speak.
"Now as for Kyle Shane, I'll tell ya what, somethin' 'bout that guy just don't sit right with me. He's all hat and no cattle, if ya know what I mean. He talks like some big city folk, but he ain't never done no real work. Just look at him. He only cares about those dadgum video games, not the real word. That ain't no way to go through life, son. But that ain't it. There's something else about him. Something just below the surface. I wouldn’t trust him any farther than I could throw him, that's for certain. He's a shady character."
Tim looks down for a second then looks back up, seemingly back to his cheerful self now.
"This week I'm teamin' with a man named Razor Blade. Sounds like a sharp fellow, doesn't he? Now, I know he's had some struggles recently, just like ol' Tim has, but that's fine with me. He seems like an honest man and I'm sure the two of us will get along just fine. He's as tough as nickel steak, that's for sure. There's no dot-dang way someone like Kyle Shane is gonna be able to stand up to a big bull like that."
"So Razor, let's shoot out the lights on Trauma. You and I gonna paint the town and the front porch and show all these gussied up city slickers that they ain't got what it takes."
Texas Tim tips his hat and nods.
"Texas forever."
He then walks out of the barn, letting he door swing shut.
"I've heard that a lot of y'all are concerned about ol' Texas Tim and, yeah, I get it. I haven't been winnin' too much recently. In fact, I've damn sure been losin' more than I hoped. But that's fine. Because cowboys never give up. They don't turn tail and run at the right sight of trouble. No, sir. They fight. And that's what I'm gonna do."
He settles down on one of the hay bales.
"You see, this week I'm in a tag team match, facin' Kyle Shane and some guy who calls himself 'Crazy Boy.' Come on, man, there's no need for that kinda talk. I may not be some big shot downtown lawyer in a suit, but I know that 'Crazy' is considered a slur these days. You don't need to go there, partner."
He picks up a piece of hay and chews on the end while he continues to speak.
"Now I've heard a bit about this fellow, and I'll admit that he sounds nuttier’n all git-out. That boy ain't right, ya know, but that doesn't make him crazy. Down here in Texas, we appreciate that sort of individualism. Just because a man's missin' a few buttons off his shirt, doesn't mean he ain't a man, so I'm glad he's back here in PCW. I'm looking forward to gettin' in the ring with ol' Tyrone Smith. I ain't got no beef with him"
Tim looks a bit more serious as he continues to speak.
"Now as for Kyle Shane, I'll tell ya what, somethin' 'bout that guy just don't sit right with me. He's all hat and no cattle, if ya know what I mean. He talks like some big city folk, but he ain't never done no real work. Just look at him. He only cares about those dadgum video games, not the real word. That ain't no way to go through life, son. But that ain't it. There's something else about him. Something just below the surface. I wouldn’t trust him any farther than I could throw him, that's for certain. He's a shady character."
Tim looks down for a second then looks back up, seemingly back to his cheerful self now.
"This week I'm teamin' with a man named Razor Blade. Sounds like a sharp fellow, doesn't he? Now, I know he's had some struggles recently, just like ol' Tim has, but that's fine with me. He seems like an honest man and I'm sure the two of us will get along just fine. He's as tough as nickel steak, that's for sure. There's no dot-dang way someone like Kyle Shane is gonna be able to stand up to a big bull like that."
"So Razor, let's shoot out the lights on Trauma. You and I gonna paint the town and the front porch and show all these gussied up city slickers that they ain't got what it takes."
Texas Tim tips his hat and nods.
"Texas forever."
He then walks out of the barn, letting he door swing shut.
