Aaron Ryan, I may be your daddy
Feb 23, 2020 4:56:01 GMT -5
Mongo the Destroyer, Rage (aka NoMercyMaster2001), and 1 more like this
Post by RattyMcDaddy on Feb 23, 2020 4:56:01 GMT -5
We slide into this scene inside of a posh Pensacola hotel room. Rat Bastard is busy packing all of his goods, trunks, boots, track suits, and clothing. He pauses for a second, smirks, and relaxes.
What are they gonna do? Charge me for a late check out......fuck 'em........piece of shit Pensacola shit hole.....
Rat slowly walks over to the mini bar taking a small bottle of Fireball, he lovingly looks at it before twisting the top, and chugging its sugary sweet cinnamon contents. Making a face he addresses the camera....
Aaron Ryan, your a fuckin' bum ass bum.
Rat digs through the mini bar fridge some more. He pops back in a little shock...
Well would ya look at that.
Rat reaches in and pulls out a frosty Bastards Brew. His smirking face adorning the label, the XHF logo in the corner. Rat twists the top and take a swig. Satisfied, he looks about the rooms, and lounges down on a mini sofa, his arms out streched across the back, Bastards Brew in hand. His dark blue suede Adidas sweat suit dripping from his body.
You know, Aaron, you could fuck up a wet dream. I have no idea why I even put my faith in you. I mean, I knew you were a simp. You were the first guy to find me as soon as I signed upon that dotted line to join the AWF. The first congrats. The first welcome back legend. The first we should be team up, we are do alike. Your mean. I'm mean too. Your a hard drinking ass kicker, just like me. Were both bad asses, we could be so good together.
Rat looks dead pan into the camera. Take a swig of his Bastards Brew without even breaking his dead pan eye contact.
We are no where near alike Aaron. You a half asses light weight hack, who came running to the first coat tails he seen, to try and ride them to the promised land. To try and ride the back of old Ratty McB, the Crown Jewel of the XHF, to success. Not the case, ya little shit. Ya see old Ratty isn't anyones meal ticket, even though I put a little stock into you to win that Phoenix Championship, and that was a little too much faith as well now wasn't it. You couldn't even get that right...........pathetic. Thats what you are Aaron. Maybe you should just high tail it back the the *finger quotes* old country *end finger quotes*. Those winds of change blew hard, huh, mother fucker?
Rat chugs his Bastards Brew, then blows towards the camera, with a little gusto. He stops and smirks.
Hurricane force huh, little Aaron. Not only did you lose the match you had booked, you then got your ass handed to by the newly formed Bloody Bastards. Ya see Aaron, you had one job, win the Phoenix Championship. Then follow like a puppy, do as I say come out to help you boy, get fucked up, layed out and set up you and me for that title, and then have me peel it off of you. Have me beat the holy dog shit out of you 5 foot nothing monkey ass at the super show, and return that Phoniex title to its rightful glory. But no, no, no Aaron. You had to take a baby sized dump on that parade, right? You see Aaron, there is nothing alike about us. I win. I am a proven champion. I am the Crown Jewel of the XHF. I put myself in position to the best I can. And you......you.......
Rat takes a healthy chug of his Bastards Brew.
You couldn't even deliver the Phoniex Title, when you didn't know you were gonna deliver it to the man you wanted to align with. You fucked up step one of my 3 step plan. And you know why Aaron? Cause your a bum ass loser bum. Its ok though Aaron, cause I knew. I had the foresight to see that was I was dealing with a window licker.....a special boy......a {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}.....if you will. I knew either way, something you said or did was gonna fuck things around. You know how I knew that Aaron? Cause your a fuck up. Your a natural piece of crap. Your was been moment, winning the Phoniex championship, and losing it to me, was screwed over by your own lack of skills, comitence, and talent. So you see Aaron, we are no where near the same. You sir are a wanna be.......a never was.......a cant get fuckin' right. I seen it in your star stuck eyes when you came up to me. Like a 14 year old fan asking for an autograph, like a kid begging his absentee dad to come back home. Well guess what little Billy? I'm still out shopping for cigarettes.......and your mom was hot when I was drunk....she isn't now...so fuck off.
With that said, Rat finishes his Bastards Brew. He gets up and slowly dusts himself off, and leaves the bottle on the couch, situated between two cushions, he face smirking into the camera as the scene fades......
What are they gonna do? Charge me for a late check out......fuck 'em........piece of shit Pensacola shit hole.....
Rat slowly walks over to the mini bar taking a small bottle of Fireball, he lovingly looks at it before twisting the top, and chugging its sugary sweet cinnamon contents. Making a face he addresses the camera....
Aaron Ryan, your a fuckin' bum ass bum.
Rat digs through the mini bar fridge some more. He pops back in a little shock...
Well would ya look at that.
Rat reaches in and pulls out a frosty Bastards Brew. His smirking face adorning the label, the XHF logo in the corner. Rat twists the top and take a swig. Satisfied, he looks about the rooms, and lounges down on a mini sofa, his arms out streched across the back, Bastards Brew in hand. His dark blue suede Adidas sweat suit dripping from his body.
You know, Aaron, you could fuck up a wet dream. I have no idea why I even put my faith in you. I mean, I knew you were a simp. You were the first guy to find me as soon as I signed upon that dotted line to join the AWF. The first congrats. The first welcome back legend. The first we should be team up, we are do alike. Your mean. I'm mean too. Your a hard drinking ass kicker, just like me. Were both bad asses, we could be so good together.
Rat looks dead pan into the camera. Take a swig of his Bastards Brew without even breaking his dead pan eye contact.
We are no where near alike Aaron. You a half asses light weight hack, who came running to the first coat tails he seen, to try and ride them to the promised land. To try and ride the back of old Ratty McB, the Crown Jewel of the XHF, to success. Not the case, ya little shit. Ya see old Ratty isn't anyones meal ticket, even though I put a little stock into you to win that Phoenix Championship, and that was a little too much faith as well now wasn't it. You couldn't even get that right...........pathetic. Thats what you are Aaron. Maybe you should just high tail it back the the *finger quotes* old country *end finger quotes*. Those winds of change blew hard, huh, mother fucker?
Rat chugs his Bastards Brew, then blows towards the camera, with a little gusto. He stops and smirks.
Hurricane force huh, little Aaron. Not only did you lose the match you had booked, you then got your ass handed to by the newly formed Bloody Bastards. Ya see Aaron, you had one job, win the Phoenix Championship. Then follow like a puppy, do as I say come out to help you boy, get fucked up, layed out and set up you and me for that title, and then have me peel it off of you. Have me beat the holy dog shit out of you 5 foot nothing monkey ass at the super show, and return that Phoniex title to its rightful glory. But no, no, no Aaron. You had to take a baby sized dump on that parade, right? You see Aaron, there is nothing alike about us. I win. I am a proven champion. I am the Crown Jewel of the XHF. I put myself in position to the best I can. And you......you.......
Rat takes a healthy chug of his Bastards Brew.
You couldn't even deliver the Phoniex Title, when you didn't know you were gonna deliver it to the man you wanted to align with. You fucked up step one of my 3 step plan. And you know why Aaron? Cause your a bum ass loser bum. Its ok though Aaron, cause I knew. I had the foresight to see that was I was dealing with a window licker.....a special boy......a {Mongo Edit: Nah we don't say that anymore}.....if you will. I knew either way, something you said or did was gonna fuck things around. You know how I knew that Aaron? Cause your a fuck up. Your a natural piece of crap. Your was been moment, winning the Phoniex championship, and losing it to me, was screwed over by your own lack of skills, comitence, and talent. So you see Aaron, we are no where near the same. You sir are a wanna be.......a never was.......a cant get fuckin' right. I seen it in your star stuck eyes when you came up to me. Like a 14 year old fan asking for an autograph, like a kid begging his absentee dad to come back home. Well guess what little Billy? I'm still out shopping for cigarettes.......and your mom was hot when I was drunk....she isn't now...so fuck off.
With that said, Rat finishes his Bastards Brew. He gets up and slowly dusts himself off, and leaves the bottle on the couch, situated between two cushions, he face smirking into the camera as the scene fades......
