Post by SickWaves Blackamura on Oct 2, 2015 19:33:57 GMT -5
Part 4: #Dominant?
The bottle service, the extra big garages to hold the luxury vehicles, the bikini clad sluts with their spray tanned skin. These were just a few of the many things that were enjoyed as a result of Andre’s association with #BeachKrew. He hadn’t even really put much in for a career yet and he was already getting fat fucking checks from Seth Lerch. This is what ruling the world was like to him. Whether he was getting fucked by a republican senator’s slutty daughter or pressing his elbow into the temple of a #fuccboi that was stupid enough to cross his path, he was in control. There was no morality holding him down, nothing that he HAD to do. He was a tyrant spraying his seed wherever he felt it should go while rolling up the dankest weed in all the land. His word was final and nobody dared to argue otherwise.
Andre: Hey bitch!
He hollered this down towards the naked woman swimming under the water in his friend’s pool before reaching for a volleyball that had floated against his raft. He picked it up, tossing it towards another young lady who was walking by poolside.
Andre: Ay, ma! Get me a refill and I’ll let you suck me off!
She smiled as she walked to a nearby cooler, retrieving a bud light lime. She gently dove into the pool, swimming over to him and handing him the beverage.
Girl: Andre, baby, tell me more about this championship I’ve heard you’re going after this week.
Andre: Right..so there’s this old, crusty ass bitch named Torture who’s holding onto the #Fartcore championship and then there’s this overrated bitch ass Jay Omega who thinks he can time travel and shit. Jay Omega be thinkin’ that he’s this dominant ass #Fartcore champion but the #fuccboi only held that shit for like two months and then gave it up. Claiming injury or whatever else when you know he was probably just busy on his way back upstairs to go refill his bowl of cool ranch Doritos and stubbed his toe then picked up that cell phone “Seth, I’m sorry. I can’t defend my belt. Time travel accident.” #LOL. Now he runs around bitching about how he’s the greatest to ever hold that shit and how people don’t wanna step to him and his shit. Bullshit, bruh. Both of these #fuccbois think that they’re going to not only win the WAR match, but also walk away with that strap in their possession. As far as the WAR match goes, I’ll let one of my other homies take that shit, probably Wade or Tibs. Gotta spread the wealth like that, ya dig?
He doesn’t wait for her response as he takes a drink from the bottle.
Andre: This #Fartcore belt is all old and lame and shit, so you know ya boy finna arrive into the home of the Durantula and murk these fools #Arms2Temples. They ain’t prepared for this ish. They won’t see it comin’ ‘til it’s too damn late! Jay Omega gonna be too busy blowing that fat lesbian, Alex Richards or jerking off Jeff Purse lesbian lookin’ ass. Whose last name is Purse anyway? Old Hulk Hogan, fanny pack wearin’ ass. It’s whatever though. Everybody knows that it’s only a matter of time before #BeachKrew swims up to their shores and scoops up every championship they care about. I want to hurt them in every way imaginable. Why? Because they the ones gettin’ in our way and shit! These motherfuckers in this DubSeaEff shit need to learn to roll over and take that shit like a redhead broad takes anal. Being a nice guy and just existing in this world is for fucking losers. Winners go in and take what they want and get off by watching people below them suffer. That’s what we’ve done and that’s what we’re going to continue to do and it’s only a matter of time before ya boy Andre Aquarius brings that lame ass gore belt to the party.
