Post by Hunter "By God" Valentyne on Apr 18, 2024 10:30:10 GMT -6
The world as we know it is a very comfortable place. A world and a society based on convenience and pleasure. A place where being a lazy piece of shit is the order of the day. Laziness is not the exception but the rule. People too lazy to walk outside to pay their bills. They turn on their phone and do it that way People who claim their families are important yet spend half of their day on their fucking phones talking about them but never spending time with them. People who get their wishes each day.
The people in the NEW are no different. These losers get what they want because one man allows it. Well much like the people of this country, the fucknuts in the NEW are due for a reality check. The days of Jesse Styles giving them everything they want are coming to an end. The days of baldy getting what the fuck he wants are upon you and the gnawing and weeping and the gnashing of teeth is upon you.
Seth Iser is getting what he thinks he wants. He is very much like the people of this world who think they need the best and newest electronic devices only to find out something better is coming upon you in a couple of months, He has found out that for all of the upgrades in his life nothing can match The Myth Killer.
What are you going to do with me so called legend? Burnt out...hating life...tired...injured...that was my lot in life a year ago when my ass walked away. And you still couldn’t handle me then. What the fuck are you going to do with me fully healthy? What the fuck are you going to do with me rested? What the fuck are you going to do with me totally refreshed? Not a fucking thing. That is your answer. Hunter Valentyne is so much better than anyone else that even me at 10 percent of my maximum is better than all of the rest of you. It was 4 years ago. Now one hundred percent? Just admit you are fucked.
We are now upon the time in which A Bitch Ho gets a shot at my Battleborn Title that could not be less relevant to me. The people trying to display the talents they wish they had can not measure up to me. We have a bunch of has been talent and a bunch of never was no talent bitches.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOM….
The world has been sent into chaos as bombs are going off in the distance. People are running around screaming for their families and their God. The crimson stench of freshly drawn blood from the bodies of the weak can be smelt. The odor of burning stench is in the air. The screaming of the poor souls of this world invades the solace of my dementia.
Before long the woman who has become synonymous with my name enters the room with her exceptionally long legs and really nothing else. Not that I am complaining about it.
“What the fuck was that?”
With a smile on my face it became time to gloat over everything that has happened the last couple of minutes. The laziness and convenience of this world has been brought into total anarchy. This anarchy is something that has been promised and the worst nightmare of the lazy and uptight fucks in this world. It is something that made me cum in my jeans.
“It appears the rest of the world has figured out how big of a pussy this world has become. We can call our little society the A Bitch Ho society. You have all of these idiots on social media trying be be tough guys. Trying to tell the world how cool they are and how they do not care. They tell people how big of assholes they are without ever once showing it. Well how big and bad are they now? Oh so now they care about their God? So now they care about their families they have ignored for years in order to post about them on social media and show their pictures when they barely recognize them. I wonder if they wish they had done things differently.”
Morgan is still butt ass naked looking out the open front door. I wonder if she thinks she is a porn star or something with the gratutous buttshot she has in every movie. She is wondering if I might have had something to do with it. Of course she thought that since all the things that happened to her over the trauma of her talentless brother.
Morgan grabs his cell phone to get some details on the coming events. Unfortunately for her the bombings destroyed all of the cell phone towers and internet lines. So now she is sitting there staring at me wondering if I might have the answers she seeks.
“Why did they bomb the cell phone towers and internet facilities?”
“Information and fellowship. You see the less we can communicate with each other the better the chance most of us will just kill ourselves rather than be raped by a German handgun before the owner pulls the trigger. The less we know about the details of this event the less of a chance we will have to form a defense plan. And we have a president who has zero experience with war.”
BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOM
Ahhh the second wave of attack. The enemy knows the weaknesses well. People have become very good at adapting to a situation no matter how horrible it might be. Hit them hard and hit them strong. The enemy knows weaknesses well and how to exploit them. Very nice.
Now I know it sounds like I do not give a shit. You know like I didn’t give a shit about any match I have had since New Edge reopened its doors for the 500th fucking time. But when you think about it this is the symbolic destruction of all these people hold dear. Iser cares about his newly constructed image. Now people are trying to remake their own image to escape the horrible things they have done in the past Unless he wants to make them suffer as I plan to make the useless fucks of the NEW suffer.
As for Jesse, his world is based on convenience and being rich. What good is all that money if there is nowhere to spend it? It has taken the power away from the rich and the unrighteous souls who inhabit this worthless society in general. So this could be my final victory watching the two of them wither into nothingness.
“Maybe now is a good time for us to go out and see what the bloody hell is going on. I have business to attend to anyways.”
“Morgan, there is no business to be done other than saving your own ass. But seeing the destruction would be a nice way to enjoy my morning coffee. Oh and put some fucking clothes on.”
The buxom blonde retreats to the guest room to find some suitable clothing. In the meanwhile a gun is pulled from my cabinet and loaded with a smile on my face. This shit is going to be epic and no way I am missing the humbling of the hypocrites and liars of the world. The sad part is A Bitch Ho and Seth Iser were not in the explosions.
She retreats from his room wearing a white blouse and a very tight skirt showing off what The Good Lord gave her. My pull over hoody is thrown on without a thought and a pair of black basketball shorts. The hood is slid over my head instinctively as my ear buds are placed into each ear. The beats of Big Sean is going on in my ear as my trademark squint is back. We open the front door and exit the place.
The remnants of the blast are being felt over the town and in each town in this country. Does it matter where we are at? Not really since the same thing is happening all over the world. The craters of earth are all over the place and the same smoldering of burning fresh can be seen and smelt. This is like a weenie roast for the arrogant liars of the world. Karma is a mother fucker isn’t it?
“Okay Mister Know it all...Tell me why they bombed the homeless shelters and the libraries all over town.”
“Look around, Rob. Every single driveway in the town and every other town has a car in it. People will not walk a mile if their lives depended on it. The only people fit to offer resistance are the homeless. So bomb the shelters and the libraries which is where they are usually at. Once they are gone there is nothing to stop them. Much like me beating the shit out of A Bitch Ho and retaining the Battleborn Title yet again.”
“Explain!”
“You see there is a little shine on them because of you. You made Jesse Styles look like a stupid little bitch when you outsmarted the epically stupid. They get a little shine and think you owe them something. They get a little gold belt and think they are better than me. They get the opportunities they never deserved and they spit in the face of the company. They are not me. I spit in your thrir face all the time, but I was already a legend in this business before this awful abomination of a company was ever resurrected. Ever wonder why the Hunter Valentyne wannabe A Bitch Ho showed up after the company rebooted? So he could be me but unfortunately as with everything the original is always better than the sequel. And the original is back.”
There is a group of people standing in front of what was their favorite store. You know the type with deal on phone aps and on the internet that no longer exist. I guess you could call it the A Bitch Ho balls department store. They are wondering what to do now. Of course yours truly has some great ideas.
“People calm the fuck down. You idiots did this to yourselves. You are the ones who wanted everything right now. You are the ones who wanted the most for the least. You are the ones who want the top of the line shit. You are the ones who live your live by your credit score. You could have saved your money but instead you did what the government and big brother wanted. You poured your little money into the machine. You all needed new cars and fancy electronics and all the other bullshit you did not need to live. And now you are simply waiting to be executed. GOOD!”
“What about our families?”
“OH! You mean the families that you ignore each and every day with your nose stuck in your cell phone on facebook? You post those pictures and barely care about the person. You state your little bullshit opinions and spend all day looking for pretty little pictures with cool captions to post for all of your so called friends half of which you have never met. You send your children to school each day...not to learn and be better people but to get fucking rid of them for the day. Then when they come home you sit them in front of an electronic babysitter until it is time for the reheated garbage you feed them. Lord knows you bitches can’t be bothered from you day of useless facebook posting to actually cook something. Then you tell them to go to bed. And you wonder why they never talk to you. It is because you people should have had your legs sewn shut and never give birth to anything. I would not allow you losers to raise a fucking puppy let alone a human.”
“How will we live?”
“As slaves to whoever attacked you. Why am I not worried about myself? Because I have spent the better part of my life learning to fight and how to fight when tried. While you idiots have been turning this society into the biggest bunch of pussies since the NEW roster, I have been fighting the fight. I will take as many of them with me as I wish to be taken. They then they will turn to you and sodomize you with a pitchfork. Have fun with that.”
A man with wrinkled skin and Grey hair and the worst haircut in the history of civilization walks up to me. Good he looks like shit. You know like Roger Wright with his shirt off. He strides up with an air of arrogance which is something that is reserved only for the Myth Killer. Morgan seems content to see what all is going to happen, not saying a word for once.
“That will be enough of this disrespectful diatribe, sir.”
“Shut the fuck up President Biden.”
With one motion the pistol is drawn and the President the world hates is shot in the fucking head. The gun is placed back into my hoodie as the so called leader of the free world is dropped to the ground and the last part of his mortality leaves its coil. The people are shocked as men of Middle Eastern descent lead the worthless weak people of this society to their certain death.
Morgy now wants to speak and she seems a little pissed off at me. Gee like that is the first time.
“So you set all of this up?”
“Well people wanted to know what I was up to for the last year. There ya go. I have been assembling an army to rid the society of its weakness and its crying. I am like the parent who smacks the child in the face and then tells it to shut up or I am going to give to something to cry about. People wanted to know and that is my gift to the world.”
“FUCK ME!!!!!”
The streets fade into a studio with Morgan and I standing in the middle of it. A smile is on both our faces as we know people are being fucked with right now. Of course now is the time to deliver the true message.
“Ah so now I have your fucking attention. This was a simple production put on for your own sakes. Yes it was a work of fiction but it can and will be very real unless you change your ways. The attitudes of self righteousness and entitlement need to end. You shitheads are entitled to nothing. You wanted answers? The ills of society is the reason I am back in the fold standing beside my lawyer. The entire NEW will have to answer for their egotistical attitudes of ungratefulness to the man willing to share his spotlight. Long live the soon to be destruction of the NEW roster. Karma is a mother fucker and I am the implement of that Karma.”
“The first victim will be that idiot A Bitch Ho. A man who thinks he is more than he ever was. He thinks he had one single thing to do with the success of this company. It is this over inflated sense of self worth that is going to get his little ass kicked. The same over inflated sense of self worth that allows people to post pictures on social media of their ugly ass kids and expect anyone to give a shit. The same sense that people give a shit about the families and lives of others. We got our own shit to deal with shut the fuck up!”
“It is nothing but a bunch of assholes who think they are worth more than they are. A Bitch Ho trying to be whoever he thinks can make him successful. The King is back bitch and you are looking at him. You can go back to being the cheap Hunter Valentyne knock off you have always been. I will keep this Battleborn Title around my waist as long as I see fit. Because he knows as well as anyone that he has no chance in hell. I am The original you are like a vampire chick flick. Lame and forgettable. Not to mention you are in the twilight of your career...get it? Good!”
“So to the people of the NEW and the people of this society. Get your shit together while you still can. Form whatever aliances you think will save your ass because the most talented and legendary wrestler in the history of this business is dominating what is left of this shitty company and opening up shop on you bitches.”
"Hunter, you do realize his name is not a bitch ho, right? His name is Abdul Bin Hussain."
"Morgan, you realize I could give less than a fuck what his name is, right. A bitch ho is more anatomically accurate."
This was a Hunter Valentyne Production
The people in the NEW are no different. These losers get what they want because one man allows it. Well much like the people of this country, the fucknuts in the NEW are due for a reality check. The days of Jesse Styles giving them everything they want are coming to an end. The days of baldy getting what the fuck he wants are upon you and the gnawing and weeping and the gnashing of teeth is upon you.
Seth Iser is getting what he thinks he wants. He is very much like the people of this world who think they need the best and newest electronic devices only to find out something better is coming upon you in a couple of months, He has found out that for all of the upgrades in his life nothing can match The Myth Killer.
What are you going to do with me so called legend? Burnt out...hating life...tired...injured...that was my lot in life a year ago when my ass walked away. And you still couldn’t handle me then. What the fuck are you going to do with me fully healthy? What the fuck are you going to do with me rested? What the fuck are you going to do with me totally refreshed? Not a fucking thing. That is your answer. Hunter Valentyne is so much better than anyone else that even me at 10 percent of my maximum is better than all of the rest of you. It was 4 years ago. Now one hundred percent? Just admit you are fucked.
We are now upon the time in which A Bitch Ho gets a shot at my Battleborn Title that could not be less relevant to me. The people trying to display the talents they wish they had can not measure up to me. We have a bunch of has been talent and a bunch of never was no talent bitches.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOOOOM….
The world has been sent into chaos as bombs are going off in the distance. People are running around screaming for their families and their God. The crimson stench of freshly drawn blood from the bodies of the weak can be smelt. The odor of burning stench is in the air. The screaming of the poor souls of this world invades the solace of my dementia.
Before long the woman who has become synonymous with my name enters the room with her exceptionally long legs and really nothing else. Not that I am complaining about it.
“What the fuck was that?”
With a smile on my face it became time to gloat over everything that has happened the last couple of minutes. The laziness and convenience of this world has been brought into total anarchy. This anarchy is something that has been promised and the worst nightmare of the lazy and uptight fucks in this world. It is something that made me cum in my jeans.
“It appears the rest of the world has figured out how big of a pussy this world has become. We can call our little society the A Bitch Ho society. You have all of these idiots on social media trying be be tough guys. Trying to tell the world how cool they are and how they do not care. They tell people how big of assholes they are without ever once showing it. Well how big and bad are they now? Oh so now they care about their God? So now they care about their families they have ignored for years in order to post about them on social media and show their pictures when they barely recognize them. I wonder if they wish they had done things differently.”
Morgan is still butt ass naked looking out the open front door. I wonder if she thinks she is a porn star or something with the gratutous buttshot she has in every movie. She is wondering if I might have had something to do with it. Of course she thought that since all the things that happened to her over the trauma of her talentless brother.
Morgan grabs his cell phone to get some details on the coming events. Unfortunately for her the bombings destroyed all of the cell phone towers and internet lines. So now she is sitting there staring at me wondering if I might have the answers she seeks.
“Why did they bomb the cell phone towers and internet facilities?”
“Information and fellowship. You see the less we can communicate with each other the better the chance most of us will just kill ourselves rather than be raped by a German handgun before the owner pulls the trigger. The less we know about the details of this event the less of a chance we will have to form a defense plan. And we have a president who has zero experience with war.”
BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOM BOOOOOOOOM
Ahhh the second wave of attack. The enemy knows the weaknesses well. People have become very good at adapting to a situation no matter how horrible it might be. Hit them hard and hit them strong. The enemy knows weaknesses well and how to exploit them. Very nice.
Now I know it sounds like I do not give a shit. You know like I didn’t give a shit about any match I have had since New Edge reopened its doors for the 500th fucking time. But when you think about it this is the symbolic destruction of all these people hold dear. Iser cares about his newly constructed image. Now people are trying to remake their own image to escape the horrible things they have done in the past Unless he wants to make them suffer as I plan to make the useless fucks of the NEW suffer.
As for Jesse, his world is based on convenience and being rich. What good is all that money if there is nowhere to spend it? It has taken the power away from the rich and the unrighteous souls who inhabit this worthless society in general. So this could be my final victory watching the two of them wither into nothingness.
“Maybe now is a good time for us to go out and see what the bloody hell is going on. I have business to attend to anyways.”
“Morgan, there is no business to be done other than saving your own ass. But seeing the destruction would be a nice way to enjoy my morning coffee. Oh and put some fucking clothes on.”
The buxom blonde retreats to the guest room to find some suitable clothing. In the meanwhile a gun is pulled from my cabinet and loaded with a smile on my face. This shit is going to be epic and no way I am missing the humbling of the hypocrites and liars of the world. The sad part is A Bitch Ho and Seth Iser were not in the explosions.
She retreats from his room wearing a white blouse and a very tight skirt showing off what The Good Lord gave her. My pull over hoody is thrown on without a thought and a pair of black basketball shorts. The hood is slid over my head instinctively as my ear buds are placed into each ear. The beats of Big Sean is going on in my ear as my trademark squint is back. We open the front door and exit the place.
The remnants of the blast are being felt over the town and in each town in this country. Does it matter where we are at? Not really since the same thing is happening all over the world. The craters of earth are all over the place and the same smoldering of burning fresh can be seen and smelt. This is like a weenie roast for the arrogant liars of the world. Karma is a mother fucker isn’t it?
“Okay Mister Know it all...Tell me why they bombed the homeless shelters and the libraries all over town.”
“Look around, Rob. Every single driveway in the town and every other town has a car in it. People will not walk a mile if their lives depended on it. The only people fit to offer resistance are the homeless. So bomb the shelters and the libraries which is where they are usually at. Once they are gone there is nothing to stop them. Much like me beating the shit out of A Bitch Ho and retaining the Battleborn Title yet again.”
“Explain!”
“You see there is a little shine on them because of you. You made Jesse Styles look like a stupid little bitch when you outsmarted the epically stupid. They get a little shine and think you owe them something. They get a little gold belt and think they are better than me. They get the opportunities they never deserved and they spit in the face of the company. They are not me. I spit in your thrir face all the time, but I was already a legend in this business before this awful abomination of a company was ever resurrected. Ever wonder why the Hunter Valentyne wannabe A Bitch Ho showed up after the company rebooted? So he could be me but unfortunately as with everything the original is always better than the sequel. And the original is back.”
There is a group of people standing in front of what was their favorite store. You know the type with deal on phone aps and on the internet that no longer exist. I guess you could call it the A Bitch Ho balls department store. They are wondering what to do now. Of course yours truly has some great ideas.
“People calm the fuck down. You idiots did this to yourselves. You are the ones who wanted everything right now. You are the ones who wanted the most for the least. You are the ones who want the top of the line shit. You are the ones who live your live by your credit score. You could have saved your money but instead you did what the government and big brother wanted. You poured your little money into the machine. You all needed new cars and fancy electronics and all the other bullshit you did not need to live. And now you are simply waiting to be executed. GOOD!”
“What about our families?”
“OH! You mean the families that you ignore each and every day with your nose stuck in your cell phone on facebook? You post those pictures and barely care about the person. You state your little bullshit opinions and spend all day looking for pretty little pictures with cool captions to post for all of your so called friends half of which you have never met. You send your children to school each day...not to learn and be better people but to get fucking rid of them for the day. Then when they come home you sit them in front of an electronic babysitter until it is time for the reheated garbage you feed them. Lord knows you bitches can’t be bothered from you day of useless facebook posting to actually cook something. Then you tell them to go to bed. And you wonder why they never talk to you. It is because you people should have had your legs sewn shut and never give birth to anything. I would not allow you losers to raise a fucking puppy let alone a human.”
“How will we live?”
“As slaves to whoever attacked you. Why am I not worried about myself? Because I have spent the better part of my life learning to fight and how to fight when tried. While you idiots have been turning this society into the biggest bunch of pussies since the NEW roster, I have been fighting the fight. I will take as many of them with me as I wish to be taken. They then they will turn to you and sodomize you with a pitchfork. Have fun with that.”
A man with wrinkled skin and Grey hair and the worst haircut in the history of civilization walks up to me. Good he looks like shit. You know like Roger Wright with his shirt off. He strides up with an air of arrogance which is something that is reserved only for the Myth Killer. Morgan seems content to see what all is going to happen, not saying a word for once.
“That will be enough of this disrespectful diatribe, sir.”
“Shut the fuck up President Biden.”
With one motion the pistol is drawn and the President the world hates is shot in the fucking head. The gun is placed back into my hoodie as the so called leader of the free world is dropped to the ground and the last part of his mortality leaves its coil. The people are shocked as men of Middle Eastern descent lead the worthless weak people of this society to their certain death.
Morgy now wants to speak and she seems a little pissed off at me. Gee like that is the first time.
“So you set all of this up?”
“Well people wanted to know what I was up to for the last year. There ya go. I have been assembling an army to rid the society of its weakness and its crying. I am like the parent who smacks the child in the face and then tells it to shut up or I am going to give to something to cry about. People wanted to know and that is my gift to the world.”
“FUCK ME!!!!!”
The streets fade into a studio with Morgan and I standing in the middle of it. A smile is on both our faces as we know people are being fucked with right now. Of course now is the time to deliver the true message.
“Ah so now I have your fucking attention. This was a simple production put on for your own sakes. Yes it was a work of fiction but it can and will be very real unless you change your ways. The attitudes of self righteousness and entitlement need to end. You shitheads are entitled to nothing. You wanted answers? The ills of society is the reason I am back in the fold standing beside my lawyer. The entire NEW will have to answer for their egotistical attitudes of ungratefulness to the man willing to share his spotlight. Long live the soon to be destruction of the NEW roster. Karma is a mother fucker and I am the implement of that Karma.”
“The first victim will be that idiot A Bitch Ho. A man who thinks he is more than he ever was. He thinks he had one single thing to do with the success of this company. It is this over inflated sense of self worth that is going to get his little ass kicked. The same over inflated sense of self worth that allows people to post pictures on social media of their ugly ass kids and expect anyone to give a shit. The same sense that people give a shit about the families and lives of others. We got our own shit to deal with shut the fuck up!”
“It is nothing but a bunch of assholes who think they are worth more than they are. A Bitch Ho trying to be whoever he thinks can make him successful. The King is back bitch and you are looking at him. You can go back to being the cheap Hunter Valentyne knock off you have always been. I will keep this Battleborn Title around my waist as long as I see fit. Because he knows as well as anyone that he has no chance in hell. I am The original you are like a vampire chick flick. Lame and forgettable. Not to mention you are in the twilight of your career...get it? Good!”
“So to the people of the NEW and the people of this society. Get your shit together while you still can. Form whatever aliances you think will save your ass because the most talented and legendary wrestler in the history of this business is dominating what is left of this shitty company and opening up shop on you bitches.”
"Hunter, you do realize his name is not a bitch ho, right? His name is Abdul Bin Hussain."
"Morgan, you realize I could give less than a fuck what his name is, right. A bitch ho is more anatomically accurate."
This was a Hunter Valentyne Production