A Loaded Gun. An Empty Bottle. One Long Ride.
It's Said That Men Can Only Run From Their Demons For So Long.
So Let's Turn Around...
Run Toward 'Em... Til Only A Ghost Remains.
Yours Truly,
Clyde Mccormick.
This Is The Road We Been Walkin' Since You Tried To Hang Me... Since You Vowed To Send Me To Hell... But I Told You We're Already In It When We Walk This Road...
How Are You Gon' Kill Me... When Ghosts Are Already Dead...
Ye Callin Yerself A Ghost, Mason... Fear Ain't What Makes Ya So... A Man Only Becomes A Ghost When There's Nothin' Human Left To Run From.
You Got This Idea Runnin' Through Yer Head That I Ruined Yer Debut
That's What's So Odd Is Cause You And I Agree On A Lot Of Things Includin' On This Endin' Tonight With Texas Death.
But What We Can't Seem To Agree On... Is Who's Gon' Decide How It Ends...
Four men. One title shot up for grabs. Only one can seize the moment!
@Morningstar_DFW, @MccormickCowboy, @VincentCross_ and @KlausSchmidtDFW battle in a Fatal Four Way Number One Contenders Match for the Atlantic Championship!
September 12 || DFW Saturday Nights Main Event
Drill Me Through Steel. Choke Me Til' My Lungs Drown In My Own Blood.
You Had Your Chance To End Me. To Give Me A New Ghost To Run From. You Didn't Take It.
Hell Is Already The Road We're On. Which Of Us Becomes The Ghost? We'll Decide Over Whiskey... And The Others Dead Body.
I came here to make an impact. I came here to BLOW THROUGH the competition, and in my debut match I take a loss because of a LOSER LIKE YOU!
Now I'm gonna make sure I take everything away from you, and end your career before it can even begin.
See you in hell, Clyde.
BANG!