Post by Beau Del Sol on Dec 16, 2018 23:45:03 GMT -5
[I had the angle on this ole bull. He was headed straight for the briar patch and I had the angle on him. My horse, Woodrow, had the angle on him and I had my loop built up so I stood out of the saddle, leaned forward and threw my loop as I watched the tree line zoom in on me and Woodrow.
I lost that battle. Just as I threw my rope it successfully cinched around the Bulls horns as I went to dally while the rope zipped through my hand and right when I had half a dally the tail end ripped right through me hand.]
Beau: Son of a bitch!
[My dad came riding up beside me, I knew what was coming; if he didn't get preoccupied making fun of the damn Yankee my aunt married.]
Mr. Blaze: So the you let the cantankerous bastard get away huh?
Beau: Dad it's not like it was on purpose.
Mr. Blaze: Hell I ain't mad boy.
Beau: Your not?
Mr. Blaze: Nah. We got us a new ranch hand now.
Beau: You mean him? You mean Doug? Am I on a damn Netflix special right now?
Mr. Blaze: No I mean Casper dumbass. Doug go off in that brush and grab the rope.
Doug: Hey man I don't think I'm ready for all that.
Mr. Blaze: You asked to come out her right?
Doug: Yes...
Mr. Blaze: Then get off the damn horse and get your ass in that brush.
[Doug nervously shook his head and crawled off the horse. He stood staring into the brush rolling up his shirt sleeves as if that was going to help him. He moved towards the tree line and crouched with his hands slightly in the air.]
Mr. Blaze: Damnit Yank we're not huntin deer! Hurry the fuck up!
Doug: Alright, alright.
Beau: Come on dude if he chases you just run in a circle.
Doug: I'm going guys! Ok I'm goin.
[The city slicker disappeared into the tree line as me and dad wait in anticipation to see whatever excitement that had to come out of this situation and it wasn't long before the excitement started.
The brush started rustling and the bull started snorting as he charged Doug sending the Yankee running through the brush scratching his body up yelling for help.]
Beau: I said run in circles fool!
Mr. Blaze: Haha! Run boy run!
[That guy moved every which way through that brush. Around trees, under limbs, hell he tried to climb a tree! I don't think his converse could get good traction cause he didn't make it.
With all that being said for some god forsaken reason he had finally, after five minutes, decided to run his dumbass out of the brush and towards me and dad yelling for his life as he ran by, Aunt Pam.]
Mr. Blaze: Haha! Damn fool. Alright boy lets rope that bull before your aunt shoots me.
[We took off and easily threw two ropes on the bull giving us the ability to choke the bull down, but only after we fucked with Doug, obviously. That's exactly why we assured him it was fine and as he kneeled catching his breath we gave the bull slack letting him chase city boy before dallied off again, stopping the bull.]
Mr. Blaze: Get on your horse idiot. You gotta stay on your toes to work on a ranch. Y'all go get the truck and trailer, I got the bull.
--Monster Promo Commercial--
Mrs. Hattie: Your daddy had you do that!
Beau: Yep.
Mrs. Hattie: You know he's always been a little crazy.
Mrs. Hattie: The only thing it says is yoooooo booooooi ZMAC!
Beau: HAHA!
Mrs. Hattie: What?
Beau: That was some funny shit hearing you say that!
Mrs. Hattie: Oh my god quit being obnoxious, your not as cute then.
Beau: Baby girl without me there is no sexy.
Mrs. Hattie: Aw to cute! Now one the package I can't wait to see what it is.
Sup Booooooi,
Look bro I make people quit n shit, k? Koo.
So don't fukk up kid.
Here's a gift from the greatest.
Mrs. Hattie: That's really nice.
Beau: Yea.. Yea it is. Only ZMAC.
Mrs. Hattie: I think you'll look sexy in it...
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Let's call a spade a spade fellas. You've got no damn chance period. Now I hate to be mean but I have to be honest. Even you two, Apex and Tiger. What have you two done here AW? Not a damn thing, again just stating facts.
The thing is I have to change gears, hell I might have to use some questionable tactics to be where I want to be in wrestling, period. I have to step up to Zombies level, I have to give him as much as he gives me and that's why I will do whatever it takes. You're just example number one.
Let me go I to depth. You see I'm a Television Champion, I'm Rookie of the Year and I'm a bad motherfucker walkin the walk for the American man! That's my motivation what's yours?
I don't know you guys and honestly I've never seen one of your matches but after doing my studying I can tell you that y'all don't know even have the chemistry to work together.
You two have all the cards stacked against you. A legend and champion against two guys. Yea y'all ain't special I don't care how many generations your families been doing this or how long.
Monday ZMAC, me, and my badass white crocodile vest will introduce the Cocaine Cowboys.
Don't miss it.
I lost that battle. Just as I threw my rope it successfully cinched around the Bulls horns as I went to dally while the rope zipped through my hand and right when I had half a dally the tail end ripped right through me hand.]
Beau: Son of a bitch!
[My dad came riding up beside me, I knew what was coming; if he didn't get preoccupied making fun of the damn Yankee my aunt married.]
Mr. Blaze: So the you let the cantankerous bastard get away huh?
Beau: Dad it's not like it was on purpose.
Mr. Blaze: Hell I ain't mad boy.
Beau: Your not?
Mr. Blaze: Nah. We got us a new ranch hand now.
Beau: You mean him? You mean Doug? Am I on a damn Netflix special right now?
Mr. Blaze: No I mean Casper dumbass. Doug go off in that brush and grab the rope.
Doug: Hey man I don't think I'm ready for all that.
Mr. Blaze: You asked to come out her right?
Doug: Yes...
Mr. Blaze: Then get off the damn horse and get your ass in that brush.
[Doug nervously shook his head and crawled off the horse. He stood staring into the brush rolling up his shirt sleeves as if that was going to help him. He moved towards the tree line and crouched with his hands slightly in the air.]
Mr. Blaze: Damnit Yank we're not huntin deer! Hurry the fuck up!
Doug: Alright, alright.
Beau: Come on dude if he chases you just run in a circle.
Doug: I'm going guys! Ok I'm goin.
[The city slicker disappeared into the tree line as me and dad wait in anticipation to see whatever excitement that had to come out of this situation and it wasn't long before the excitement started.
The brush started rustling and the bull started snorting as he charged Doug sending the Yankee running through the brush scratching his body up yelling for help.]
Beau: I said run in circles fool!
Mr. Blaze: Haha! Run boy run!
[That guy moved every which way through that brush. Around trees, under limbs, hell he tried to climb a tree! I don't think his converse could get good traction cause he didn't make it.
With all that being said for some god forsaken reason he had finally, after five minutes, decided to run his dumbass out of the brush and towards me and dad yelling for his life as he ran by, Aunt Pam.]
Mr. Blaze: Haha! Damn fool. Alright boy lets rope that bull before your aunt shoots me.
[We took off and easily threw two ropes on the bull giving us the ability to choke the bull down, but only after we fucked with Doug, obviously. That's exactly why we assured him it was fine and as he kneeled catching his breath we gave the bull slack letting him chase city boy before dallied off again, stopping the bull.]
Mr. Blaze: Get on your horse idiot. You gotta stay on your toes to work on a ranch. Y'all go get the truck and trailer, I got the bull.
--Monster Promo Commercial--
Mrs. Hattie: Your daddy had you do that!
Beau: Yep.
Mrs. Hattie: You know he's always been a little crazy.
Mrs. Hattie: The only thing it says is yoooooo booooooi ZMAC!
Beau: HAHA!
Mrs. Hattie: What?
Beau: That was some funny shit hearing you say that!
Mrs. Hattie: Oh my god quit being obnoxious, your not as cute then.
Beau: Baby girl without me there is no sexy.
Mrs. Hattie: Aw to cute! Now one the package I can't wait to see what it is.
Sup Booooooi,
Look bro I make people quit n shit, k? Koo.
So don't fukk up kid.
Here's a gift from the greatest.
Mrs. Hattie: That's really nice.
Beau: Yea.. Yea it is. Only ZMAC.
Mrs. Hattie: I think you'll look sexy in it...
-----------------------------------------
Let's call a spade a spade fellas. You've got no damn chance period. Now I hate to be mean but I have to be honest. Even you two, Apex and Tiger. What have you two done here AW? Not a damn thing, again just stating facts.
The thing is I have to change gears, hell I might have to use some questionable tactics to be where I want to be in wrestling, period. I have to step up to Zombies level, I have to give him as much as he gives me and that's why I will do whatever it takes. You're just example number one.
Let me go I to depth. You see I'm a Television Champion, I'm Rookie of the Year and I'm a bad motherfucker walkin the walk for the American man! That's my motivation what's yours?
I don't know you guys and honestly I've never seen one of your matches but after doing my studying I can tell you that y'all don't know even have the chemistry to work together.
You two have all the cards stacked against you. A legend and champion against two guys. Yea y'all ain't special I don't care how many generations your families been doing this or how long.
Monday ZMAC, me, and my badass white crocodile vest will introduce the Cocaine Cowboys.
Don't miss it.