Post by Beau Del Sol on Sept 12, 2019 1:01:52 GMT -5
The Sun was slowly falling behind the trees leaving the leaf scattered forest speckled with shadows. The camera panned around and zoomed into a small opening somewhere inside the vast amount of trees that populated it. Beau Del Sol stood in that small open area. He was shirtless, sweat drizzled off his face onto his bare torso, slowly soaking his Wrangler jeans in perspiration.
Beau was feverishly digging into the ground. A quite large amount of dirt was piled to one side of this hole as he kept pushing forward moving the Earth one shovel load at a time. He continued digging until his shovel hit something producing a hollow sound. A big Texas sized grin wrapped around his face as he started kicking some of the dirt away to show the top of a bare piece of wood.
Beau: Finally! I almost forgot where you were asshole.
Del Sol pried at the the large wood box until part of it was exposed to show an old rusted lock keeping it closed and tightly secure. Beau took the spade end of the shovel and beat on the corroded, green moss covered lock until it finally broke.
Beau: Wondering what’s in the box Stylez? Let me show you daddy ‘cause this is where you and yo career gonna rest for eternity.
See, Stylez you got a lot of shit to say and most of its just damn filler because your mind is to ate up with stupid to understand what’s going on around you and explaining it in depth due to your deep DNA engrained stupidity and may be not be your fault I’m sure you’re in some piece of shit home while Uncle molested you and yo momma sold that stanky pussy and let’s not forget about the father figure that was cooking meth in the trailer park.
Damn, it’s all making sense now. You were physically and mentally broken down as child and you still have never recovered from that tragic experience which is perfect for me. You’re just a little wounded rabbit hoping for a carrot just like your hoping for a career. Well, partna, you don’t have to hope after this because your career will be done and over after XIII.
Johnny you ain’t special and you ain’t good. It’s a goddamn privilege for you to be in the squared circle with a nilla like me daddy and son you helpin yo self cause all that bullshit you talk on Twitter behind your little computer is motivation. You think ya got the juice and you think you can run with a nilla like me. Nah, you gonna get a reality check cause hardcore is me. Do some fucking research and you’ll find out real quick I give zero fucks. You’re just a indie wrestler who got lucky getting into the big leagues but now you gotta pay the price like the rest and get in the ring with a ruthless, unhinged fighter. I ain’t got time to play grab ass with yo ass, so the Copperhead’s gonna sink the venom and end you. You aren’t the first either daddy so get on board, get in your booster seat and hang on cause I’m bringin the pain partna and just Incase you don’t believe me let me show you.
Beau took the shovel and slammed it into the rusty lock on the wooden coffin a few times. Finally with a loud pop it broke free and fell into the grave. Del Sol took his shovel and flip the lid on the coffin exposing a decomposing body with long stringy hair and finger nails. A vial of cocaine on a necklace rested around the dead mans neck. Beau turned and looked at the camera with a grin.
Beau: Johnny ya talk about me riding coattails, ya say I can’t accomplish anything on my own. Well daddy, this shows how much your ignorant ass actually knows. You get on ya little twitter rants talkin bout how bad you are. Well kid, I’ve had a few belts around my waist, what about you? That’s right nada. You ain’t shit but a old pussy that won’t get wet anymore. You’re done partna cause you ain’t as visceral as me and you ain’t got the nuts to do what I do. The man in that box boy, that’s a legend, that’s ZMAC and I can tell you right now he’s turn you inside out and make you fuck your own mother while you finger your sister so go set the fuck down, shutup, and you might learn somethin daddy. Hell when you go back to the indies it might be helpful in the opening matches you’ll be in cause that’s all you good for. Hell, with your talent you probably on government assistance right now you white trash, trailer park livin, heroin shootin piece of shit.
Beau walked over to the casket and grabbed the greasy, stringy hair of ZMAC and pulled him out of the casket only to prop him up against the pile of dirt where his limpless body laid lifeless, his eyes rolled back into his head. Del Sol watched his lifeless body with content and reached behind the pile of dirt and grabbed an axe.
Beau: Masada you gonna learn too daddy. You just like the rest of the ass kickers. You think you can just waltz into my ring on a one off match for s title? Ya know shit like this happens so much, you no name motherfuckers getting title shots, that I starting to think Torture is gay or you privileged bitched give better head than Camilla. No worries though daddy cause you in America now this shit ain’t no joke cause you ain’t got no sense for a deathmatch. Partna this aint Japan here in the states we get down, I don’t have time to play with ya cause I got gold to put over my shoulder, that’s if you non lookin Asian ass can make it to the second round.
You call your self a master of wrestling but I’d say it’s safe to say your better at masterbating and you ain’t relentless in the ring and I ain’t no thug so ya better get a quick understanding of who the fuck Beau Del Sol is and what I do. I am hardcore partna and I guarantee you ain’t got the heart or the head to keep up. Hell, I’d venture to say you’re an antique with a lotta ring rust. The sad thing is you the kind of antique that a motherfucker finds and throws away because it’s a replica and that’s all you daddy, a ducking replica. I’ve seen yo type a million times, you think you just hop in my ring for a title shot? Nilla please this is 2019 ain’t nobody give a fuck about a one off wanna be Samurai stick their nose where it don’t belong. You ain’t got the talent and sure as hell ain’t as good as you think or else you wouldn’t have sucked all that dick for an undeserving shot at the hardcore title.
I’m sick and tired of people like you getting free shots, I mean fuck you cant even pull a draw in your own country why you think we only sold around 15,000 tickets and you think you can compete with the best. Daddy, your delusional just like your 14 souls. That’s pussy shit I got a soul sittin right next to me, what you got? You got a lie and no proof but don’t worry cause you still gonna celebrate that birthday… if you’re still alive and as for your little birthday show I hope you got a good makeup artist cause you gonna be bruised, swollen, and broken in ways you never thought. I don’t just break your body down I mentally fuck you and before the tournament I know I’ll be all up in your brain like I was all up in your little Asian skits guts. Yea partna she like this white meat, she knows you gonna breakdown into a pile of shit just like your ring skills. Goddamn I need a porkfitch from the ranch just to shove all the crap off your piece of shit ass. I ain’t done with you though daddy cause imma dig a hole and bury that pile of shit and get ride of the stank you bring to my ring.
Beau took the axeband threw it over his shoulder. He glanced over at the soulless body of Z and looked back at the camera staring deep into the lens with a ton of intensity in his face. Del Sol paced back and forth for a minute before finally standing still.
Beau: Partna this ain’t the price is right it’s the price is wrong cause you ain’t got a snowballs chance in hell of beating me. Listen here you motherfucker you ruined WCF, you killed your lively hood cause you ain’t got no fan common sense and you’re just like Masada ya got one of the owners dick in your mouth or ass. Now partna I know your a damn lie cause everyone knows you sank the ship like you were in Hiroshima and now you wanna come running here? You wanna be apart of a real fed with real competitive… yea daddy that ain’t happenin you’re not cut from the right cloth to compete with and hell your Paul Heyman lookin ass prolly ain’t been in a ring since Mr. Rodgers was on the air. Oh yea daddy I know what the damn deal is, a fucking undercover pedophile, so imma do the world a favor and cut your nuts out and hang’em off the Actiontron cause that’s what it is for a fella like you. Your washed up, you up in a real fed tryin to compete. How you gonna compete when you couldn’t even run a company? A piece of shit one like yours, WCF, and I know for a fact you ran that shit cause you the only dude who could turn a fed into that big of a circle jerk. Be happy you give good grad bitch. I bet you even like Torture grabbing that cute pony tail and shovin you into his thicc.
Listen nilla you just a bitch like Masada, here for an undeserved shot. You wanna brag and boast about your accolades… but really who gives a flying fuck we all know you got that shit cause you owned that WCF dump and paid off the wrestlers and the refs.
Let me show you fellas why you ain’t hard. Y’all soft as a virgin pussy in a full moon and imma about to tee off on all y’all. You ain’t on my level, I was in a real desthmatch where this motherfucker died, can y’all say the same? He’ll no cause you ain’t ruthless, unhinged, you don’t got the bits to do cause y’all soft and now Tortures feeding me again, he’s given the beast something to feast on and y’all lookin like prime rib to me.
Beau leaned over and snatch a necklace off Zombies neck that had a vial of Coke on it. Beau tipped the top off with his teeth and snorted the whole vial up his nose.
Beau: Y’all ain’t ready. I’m the real deal, authentic, genuine, and a straight up badass. Could any of y’all take ZMACs life? Exactly, none of you, but I’m do hardcore I’m not just one level behind y’all I’m motherfuckin two levels above. Let me show you cause I know y’all can’t comprehend shit, if you could you’d step away from this tournament.
Beau took the axe off his should and walked over to ZMAC. He stood over him, almost admiring the body as he started bringing the axe over his head and sending it towards Z neck. Del Sol violently swung the axe a few times before Zombies head became unattached and rolled down then dirt pile. Beau picked up the decapitated head by its stringy hair and walked over to the camera.
Beau: All you boys see this? It’s a fact that y’all can’t keep up. Goddamn I’m holding Z’s head after I decapitated him myself. Who else has the guts? Not any of you piss poor sons a bitches know what hardcore is. This, this right here is this is fuckin hardcore. I speak the truth when I say you can’t go toe to toe with me much less being capable of doing what I do, execute, literally and one of y’all is next. Don’t take ZMACS mistake, go get your little Will ready and get a plot from the cemetery cause one of y’all is next. I have more motivation and talent than any of you hands down.
That goes for you too Corey Black. You call yourself a student of the game and goddamn if you ain’t right, the sad thing is I’m teach partna and you ain’t completed all your courses, don’t worry though after I whip these lame ass bitches I’m comin to give you lessons daddy.
People say you’re a grizzled veteran and short tempered. I love it daddy cause when we go for that gold imma be all yo in your head mind fuckin you like your momma lays on her back to make money. Get ready big dog cause the Copperhead is comin to kill and we all know you aren’t capable of shit besides a decent chair shit you scared pussy. That ain’t hardcore, this head in my fucking hand is hardcore. I’m coming brotha, shine that bitch for me, I need it to sparkle after I put you next to ZMAC.
Beau lifted ZMACs head up looking into his empty eyes. Del Sol cleared his throat
And spit all over the decapitated head. He looked at the camera and grinned before taking his head and punting it as far as he could into the woods.
Beau: Y’all don’t stand a chance against me, you’d have better luck playing the lottery. When you get in my ring your playing Russian roulette. Ain’t nobody in this tournament has done what I’ve done. They haven’t held the gold I’ve held or put on the shows I’ve put on. On top of that I just fuckin sat here and proved you can’t keep up with me and none of y’all will do what I do. Imma drop you bitches 30 feet and put you right here in my graveyard.
All the shit you boys tweet, well, we’ll see if you can honor those statements. Fuck, we’ll see? Did I say that? The fans will see. They’ll see my murk you piss ants and rework you into an even more untalented wrestler.
The hardcore division is mine now, get used to it, y’all are just fodder. I say that cause if you go one on imo with me It won’t be pretty cause ima try to kill you. Corey Black I hope you’re watching this cause your stinky pussy is next, I’m comin.
The rest of y’all… hell better go see a priest and read a bible before we throw down cause your next stop will be Heaven or Hell. Pray, the truth is coming, so is a solid ass whooping. The emergency room will be busy Friday.
Beau shoved the camera away and grabbed his shovel to start digging a second grave just for Johnny Stylez was being dug out.
Beau: Stylez you bout to retire and you other two are here for one tournament, well it’ll be different cause you gotta know how to pace yourself, when to hold back or go full throttle. I’m bout to walk through y’all like I’m buyin groceries on food stamps. I hope you ready because I’m not pulling punches. I’m comin for blood, that canvas will painted in your blood. I will leave you lifeless. Go get fucking insurance cause you gonna need it. Y’all gonna be in a hospital when I’m done with you.
Beau spit on the camera and shot two fingers before going off camera.
Beau was feverishly digging into the ground. A quite large amount of dirt was piled to one side of this hole as he kept pushing forward moving the Earth one shovel load at a time. He continued digging until his shovel hit something producing a hollow sound. A big Texas sized grin wrapped around his face as he started kicking some of the dirt away to show the top of a bare piece of wood.
Beau: Finally! I almost forgot where you were asshole.
Del Sol pried at the the large wood box until part of it was exposed to show an old rusted lock keeping it closed and tightly secure. Beau took the spade end of the shovel and beat on the corroded, green moss covered lock until it finally broke.
Beau: Wondering what’s in the box Stylez? Let me show you daddy ‘cause this is where you and yo career gonna rest for eternity.
See, Stylez you got a lot of shit to say and most of its just damn filler because your mind is to ate up with stupid to understand what’s going on around you and explaining it in depth due to your deep DNA engrained stupidity and may be not be your fault I’m sure you’re in some piece of shit home while Uncle molested you and yo momma sold that stanky pussy and let’s not forget about the father figure that was cooking meth in the trailer park.
Damn, it’s all making sense now. You were physically and mentally broken down as child and you still have never recovered from that tragic experience which is perfect for me. You’re just a little wounded rabbit hoping for a carrot just like your hoping for a career. Well, partna, you don’t have to hope after this because your career will be done and over after XIII.
Johnny you ain’t special and you ain’t good. It’s a goddamn privilege for you to be in the squared circle with a nilla like me daddy and son you helpin yo self cause all that bullshit you talk on Twitter behind your little computer is motivation. You think ya got the juice and you think you can run with a nilla like me. Nah, you gonna get a reality check cause hardcore is me. Do some fucking research and you’ll find out real quick I give zero fucks. You’re just a indie wrestler who got lucky getting into the big leagues but now you gotta pay the price like the rest and get in the ring with a ruthless, unhinged fighter. I ain’t got time to play grab ass with yo ass, so the Copperhead’s gonna sink the venom and end you. You aren’t the first either daddy so get on board, get in your booster seat and hang on cause I’m bringin the pain partna and just Incase you don’t believe me let me show you.
Beau took the shovel and slammed it into the rusty lock on the wooden coffin a few times. Finally with a loud pop it broke free and fell into the grave. Del Sol took his shovel and flip the lid on the coffin exposing a decomposing body with long stringy hair and finger nails. A vial of cocaine on a necklace rested around the dead mans neck. Beau turned and looked at the camera with a grin.
Beau: Johnny ya talk about me riding coattails, ya say I can’t accomplish anything on my own. Well daddy, this shows how much your ignorant ass actually knows. You get on ya little twitter rants talkin bout how bad you are. Well kid, I’ve had a few belts around my waist, what about you? That’s right nada. You ain’t shit but a old pussy that won’t get wet anymore. You’re done partna cause you ain’t as visceral as me and you ain’t got the nuts to do what I do. The man in that box boy, that’s a legend, that’s ZMAC and I can tell you right now he’s turn you inside out and make you fuck your own mother while you finger your sister so go set the fuck down, shutup, and you might learn somethin daddy. Hell when you go back to the indies it might be helpful in the opening matches you’ll be in cause that’s all you good for. Hell, with your talent you probably on government assistance right now you white trash, trailer park livin, heroin shootin piece of shit.
Beau walked over to the casket and grabbed the greasy, stringy hair of ZMAC and pulled him out of the casket only to prop him up against the pile of dirt where his limpless body laid lifeless, his eyes rolled back into his head. Del Sol watched his lifeless body with content and reached behind the pile of dirt and grabbed an axe.
Beau: Masada you gonna learn too daddy. You just like the rest of the ass kickers. You think you can just waltz into my ring on a one off match for s title? Ya know shit like this happens so much, you no name motherfuckers getting title shots, that I starting to think Torture is gay or you privileged bitched give better head than Camilla. No worries though daddy cause you in America now this shit ain’t no joke cause you ain’t got no sense for a deathmatch. Partna this aint Japan here in the states we get down, I don’t have time to play with ya cause I got gold to put over my shoulder, that’s if you non lookin Asian ass can make it to the second round.
You call your self a master of wrestling but I’d say it’s safe to say your better at masterbating and you ain’t relentless in the ring and I ain’t no thug so ya better get a quick understanding of who the fuck Beau Del Sol is and what I do. I am hardcore partna and I guarantee you ain’t got the heart or the head to keep up. Hell, I’d venture to say you’re an antique with a lotta ring rust. The sad thing is you the kind of antique that a motherfucker finds and throws away because it’s a replica and that’s all you daddy, a ducking replica. I’ve seen yo type a million times, you think you just hop in my ring for a title shot? Nilla please this is 2019 ain’t nobody give a fuck about a one off wanna be Samurai stick their nose where it don’t belong. You ain’t got the talent and sure as hell ain’t as good as you think or else you wouldn’t have sucked all that dick for an undeserving shot at the hardcore title.
I’m sick and tired of people like you getting free shots, I mean fuck you cant even pull a draw in your own country why you think we only sold around 15,000 tickets and you think you can compete with the best. Daddy, your delusional just like your 14 souls. That’s pussy shit I got a soul sittin right next to me, what you got? You got a lie and no proof but don’t worry cause you still gonna celebrate that birthday… if you’re still alive and as for your little birthday show I hope you got a good makeup artist cause you gonna be bruised, swollen, and broken in ways you never thought. I don’t just break your body down I mentally fuck you and before the tournament I know I’ll be all up in your brain like I was all up in your little Asian skits guts. Yea partna she like this white meat, she knows you gonna breakdown into a pile of shit just like your ring skills. Goddamn I need a porkfitch from the ranch just to shove all the crap off your piece of shit ass. I ain’t done with you though daddy cause imma dig a hole and bury that pile of shit and get ride of the stank you bring to my ring.
Beau took the axeband threw it over his shoulder. He glanced over at the soulless body of Z and looked back at the camera staring deep into the lens with a ton of intensity in his face. Del Sol paced back and forth for a minute before finally standing still.
Beau: Partna this ain’t the price is right it’s the price is wrong cause you ain’t got a snowballs chance in hell of beating me. Listen here you motherfucker you ruined WCF, you killed your lively hood cause you ain’t got no fan common sense and you’re just like Masada ya got one of the owners dick in your mouth or ass. Now partna I know your a damn lie cause everyone knows you sank the ship like you were in Hiroshima and now you wanna come running here? You wanna be apart of a real fed with real competitive… yea daddy that ain’t happenin you’re not cut from the right cloth to compete with and hell your Paul Heyman lookin ass prolly ain’t been in a ring since Mr. Rodgers was on the air. Oh yea daddy I know what the damn deal is, a fucking undercover pedophile, so imma do the world a favor and cut your nuts out and hang’em off the Actiontron cause that’s what it is for a fella like you. Your washed up, you up in a real fed tryin to compete. How you gonna compete when you couldn’t even run a company? A piece of shit one like yours, WCF, and I know for a fact you ran that shit cause you the only dude who could turn a fed into that big of a circle jerk. Be happy you give good grad bitch. I bet you even like Torture grabbing that cute pony tail and shovin you into his thicc.
Listen nilla you just a bitch like Masada, here for an undeserved shot. You wanna brag and boast about your accolades… but really who gives a flying fuck we all know you got that shit cause you owned that WCF dump and paid off the wrestlers and the refs.
Let me show you fellas why you ain’t hard. Y’all soft as a virgin pussy in a full moon and imma about to tee off on all y’all. You ain’t on my level, I was in a real desthmatch where this motherfucker died, can y’all say the same? He’ll no cause you ain’t ruthless, unhinged, you don’t got the bits to do cause y’all soft and now Tortures feeding me again, he’s given the beast something to feast on and y’all lookin like prime rib to me.
Beau leaned over and snatch a necklace off Zombies neck that had a vial of Coke on it. Beau tipped the top off with his teeth and snorted the whole vial up his nose.
Beau: Y’all ain’t ready. I’m the real deal, authentic, genuine, and a straight up badass. Could any of y’all take ZMACs life? Exactly, none of you, but I’m do hardcore I’m not just one level behind y’all I’m motherfuckin two levels above. Let me show you cause I know y’all can’t comprehend shit, if you could you’d step away from this tournament.
Beau took the axe off his should and walked over to ZMAC. He stood over him, almost admiring the body as he started bringing the axe over his head and sending it towards Z neck. Del Sol violently swung the axe a few times before Zombies head became unattached and rolled down then dirt pile. Beau picked up the decapitated head by its stringy hair and walked over to the camera.
Beau: All you boys see this? It’s a fact that y’all can’t keep up. Goddamn I’m holding Z’s head after I decapitated him myself. Who else has the guts? Not any of you piss poor sons a bitches know what hardcore is. This, this right here is this is fuckin hardcore. I speak the truth when I say you can’t go toe to toe with me much less being capable of doing what I do, execute, literally and one of y’all is next. Don’t take ZMACS mistake, go get your little Will ready and get a plot from the cemetery cause one of y’all is next. I have more motivation and talent than any of you hands down.
That goes for you too Corey Black. You call yourself a student of the game and goddamn if you ain’t right, the sad thing is I’m teach partna and you ain’t completed all your courses, don’t worry though after I whip these lame ass bitches I’m comin to give you lessons daddy.
People say you’re a grizzled veteran and short tempered. I love it daddy cause when we go for that gold imma be all yo in your head mind fuckin you like your momma lays on her back to make money. Get ready big dog cause the Copperhead is comin to kill and we all know you aren’t capable of shit besides a decent chair shit you scared pussy. That ain’t hardcore, this head in my fucking hand is hardcore. I’m coming brotha, shine that bitch for me, I need it to sparkle after I put you next to ZMAC.
Beau lifted ZMACs head up looking into his empty eyes. Del Sol cleared his throat
And spit all over the decapitated head. He looked at the camera and grinned before taking his head and punting it as far as he could into the woods.
Beau: Y’all don’t stand a chance against me, you’d have better luck playing the lottery. When you get in my ring your playing Russian roulette. Ain’t nobody in this tournament has done what I’ve done. They haven’t held the gold I’ve held or put on the shows I’ve put on. On top of that I just fuckin sat here and proved you can’t keep up with me and none of y’all will do what I do. Imma drop you bitches 30 feet and put you right here in my graveyard.
All the shit you boys tweet, well, we’ll see if you can honor those statements. Fuck, we’ll see? Did I say that? The fans will see. They’ll see my murk you piss ants and rework you into an even more untalented wrestler.
The hardcore division is mine now, get used to it, y’all are just fodder. I say that cause if you go one on imo with me It won’t be pretty cause ima try to kill you. Corey Black I hope you’re watching this cause your stinky pussy is next, I’m comin.
The rest of y’all… hell better go see a priest and read a bible before we throw down cause your next stop will be Heaven or Hell. Pray, the truth is coming, so is a solid ass whooping. The emergency room will be busy Friday.
Beau shoved the camera away and grabbed his shovel to start digging a second grave just for Johnny Stylez was being dug out.
Beau: Stylez you bout to retire and you other two are here for one tournament, well it’ll be different cause you gotta know how to pace yourself, when to hold back or go full throttle. I’m bout to walk through y’all like I’m buyin groceries on food stamps. I hope you ready because I’m not pulling punches. I’m comin for blood, that canvas will painted in your blood. I will leave you lifeless. Go get fucking insurance cause you gonna need it. Y’all gonna be in a hospital when I’m done with you.
Beau spit on the camera and shot two fingers before going off camera.
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