F*cking Bullshit
Tyson Watts is pissed because he has just lost to reverend shadow.
It was a hard fought match
But far from what Tyson expected
As Tyson walks backstage there is his father Ricky.
Tyson gets scared because he is thinking his father will be mad.
Tyson walks up and Ricky starts laughing hysterically.
As Tyson stands there, pissed and confused, Ricky all of a sudden smacks him In the face!
Tyson balls up his fists as Ricky smacks him again!
Other wrestlers are heard laughing
Ricky- Come on. Let's get out of here.
The next morning
Tyson wakes up to a knock on the door. He already knows who it is.
Ricky- Hurry up and open the door dumbass!
Tyson quickly opens the door and Ricky rushes inside.
Ricky- So who are you going to lose to now?
Tyson- They put me in a stupid tag team match! Now I'm going to have to team with some chick named Scarlett Quinn!
Ricky- hey! Maybe now you will actually win a match.
Ricky laughs before asking Tyson who they're facing.
Tyson- Frank Lynn, and I'm going to get my hands on reverend shadow again. I was close, but this time I'll be the winner. I know what to expect of him now.
Ricky- You better let that girl do all the work son. She's way better than you!
Ricky then walks out the door, slamming it shut.
In the first match with reverend shadow, I was so close. Yeah I guess he's a little better than I expected, but Im Tyson Watts!
And this Frank Lynn guy. Why can't Scarlett Quinn just fight him?
She better watch it because if Quinn gets in my way, I'm not afraid to kick her ass too!
Even if she is kinda cute...
Later that night
Earlier in the day Ricky gave Tyson his address to come over and train.
As Ricky is trying to find his house, he pulls into a run down trailer park.
He finds his father's house and pulls into the driveway.
He gets out of the car and as he's walking up the steps and he falls through!
Ricky opens the door and as Tyson is pulling himself out of the rubble, a dog runs out of the trailer and starts biting at Tyson!
This is no ordinary dog.
It's not some big dog, or a pitbull or Rottweiler or anything.
It's a little solid white Chihuahua.
You can hardly tell it's white though, based on how dirty it is.
It's missing a few teeth and is about to be missing them all.
Tyson cocks back his arm and Ricky screams
Ricky- If you hit that dog I'll kill You!
Ricky grabs the dog and throws him in the yard while Tyson hurrys to get in.
They sit down at a flimsy table.
Tyson- so where are we going to train, sir?
Ricky- Well right here at the table
Tyson- oh. How's that? I'm confused sir.
Ricky- it's all in ur head Tyson. You want a beer?
Tyson- no thank you sir.
Ricky- Just what I thought. You're just like your mother. Weak pitiful p*ssy!
Ricky sees Tyson getting angry and starts laughing.
He drags over a case of beer that's not even cold and starts chugging away.
2 hours later
Still at the table, sits Tyson listening to his father, Ricky giving him advice.
Except Ricky is now drunk.
And angry there's no beer left.
Ricky-- As I was saying earlier Tyson, ur just like your mother
Tyson sits silent
Ricky- At least you're not completely worthless and dead like that b*tch!
Tyson has had enough.
He walks out the door, slamming it behind him as Ricky screams at him.
Later that night
Tyson lays in bed trying to think about his match.
But the only thing he can think about is his mother and father.
The way his mother died and he never got to meet her.
He wishes it was his dad that died instead.
