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Bitches and Hos
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Topic Started: Jan 12 2012, 10:09 AM (284 Views)
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Jan 12 2012, 10:09 AM
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What the fuck is a The Syndicate?
As we come in on the scene RAW Randy Altzer is on the phone with his good friend Raymond Hughes.
Wuh?
There are like two factions now us and The Syndicate.
There's a faction in NEW called the Syndicate?
Yeah, Doc Holiday, Haitian Sensation, Christian York, and Tre Crawford. I thought we was gonna be the only faction. Now there's two.
That's not new. Legion was running the same time White Man Inc was and if you think about it there are other factions, that simply aren't recognized. We have 3 members right? Well technically Misty Lyn dates one of the Brooklyn Bad Boys which makes 3 wrestlers there. Priest's whore wife, and The Machine becomes 3 wrestlers. Once Electro comes back the Silver Dragons will be Kise, Silver, and Zoe. The Syndicate and us are the only ones who actually acknowledge that we're stables.
Not only that, but the ones you had listed have ZERO swag.
Exactly! Our stable is Swagerific, that's why we acknowledge it. Because we're fly as fuck and them niggas be jealous.
And we get money and bitches. Fuck them so bad that afterwards they have a serious case of twitches.
Hell, I fucked Nikki so hard, she's havin memory problems, Alexi so hard, she decided to wrestle just so I would hold her again, and Lana so hard, that every time she spits, a gallon of my semen comes out her mouth.
Word.
Anyway, I'm bout home, so I'll hit ya up later home boy
Velvet. Keep it real dawg.
As Randal hinted he's pulled up to his mansion in his limo. He gets out the car, swag as a muh fucka. Walks to the door, still swag as a muh fucka. Enters the house swag, and comes face to face with a crying ass bitch named Hannah, not swag.
Fuck's wrong with you baby?
She seems to convulse when called baby.
Don't call me baby. I can't take this anymore.
RAW's like a deer in the headlights. Is she pregnant? On the rag? Been talking to her sister? Shit did she find out about RAW and her mom?
Wuh?
Don't you, "Wuh?" me. You've been cheating on me haven't you?
RAW sighs, smiles and walks past her.
So that's what this is about.
Hannah looks at RAW furiously. Compounded by the fact that he's seemingly shrugged off this accusation like it's nothing.
The fuck do you mean?
RAW shrugs as he pours himself some Brandi.
You say it like you're surprised that I would cheat on you.
Hannah flinches like she's been slapped across the face.
As if I owed you any form of loyalty.
Hannah's eyes go wide, with pain clearly coursing through her.
I mean I'll admit, I played with being faithful to you at first but honestly I never loved you. You were just another thing that I owned. Like a car. I don't expect my car's to get jealous when I drive another car, so I don't see why you're so upset.
Hannah's face goes pale as she falls to her knees. Meanwhile RAW sips on his Brandi.
...Y-you never loved me...
RAW nods his head nonchalantly.
Once again, you say that like you're surprised but yeah, pretty much. You were mine, my toy. I never cared about your feelings, everything about you is supposed to be for my pleasure. My personal enjoyment. Who gives a fuck about how you feel?
Hannah can't speak anymore through the tears and the sobs.
Oh boohoo. You're making a mess.
Hannah keeps going as if she were alone in the world, finally realizing that she never meant anything to RAW. RAW simply looks at her quixotically and shrugs.
Whatever, Pedro will clean it up. The thing you need to realize Hannah is that when I want pussy, I expect pussy. I wanted pussy on Christmas Eve but you were with your family. Well, I'm sorry but if you're going to date me, you don't have a family. It's supposed to be all about me. So, since you weren't here I got pussy from other sources. I think her name was Melissa or something.
Hannah continues to cry as RAW walks over to his butler and whispers something into the man's ear. The butler walks off as RAW looks back over at Hannah.
Anyway, it's obvious that you're a broken toy. Just like my cars, when my women are no longer proper, I don't fix them, I just replace them. So, I've sent Bryan to gather your things.
Hannah finally looks up through the tears at the monster she had been dating.
I really don't want to ever see you again, so I'm going to leave for now. I'll probably go to a party tonight and of course I'll be bringing women back home with me.
Hannah tries to swallow her sadness but just sobs and buries her head on the floor again.
So, obviously I expect you to be gone when I get home. And just remember, it's a privileged that I even kept you around for this long. Honestly you should be flattered. I wanted to dump you a week ago, but figured I could get a few more fucks out of you first. Later.
RAW walks out the door, still swag. Calls up Bradley to bring the limo back around, and they leave.
Meanwhile, back inside the house Hannah Hardy lies broken on the floor. Used and thrown away like a piece of trash. She tries piece together why she ever dated this monster. Why she ever slept with this monster. She tries her hardest to figure out why she loved this monster.
As for Randy, he doesn't think about her at all as he rides off. After all, he never really cared about this woman.
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