Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2016 16:42:59 GMT
[BANG! CLICK! BANG! CLICK!]
[Shots get fired from the distance as lots of guys wearing cowboy hats and denims celebrate Independence Day on this ranch. Empty beer cans with Keegan Ryan’s stupid face stuck to them sit on a wooden fence that keep the horses enclosed. The men fire their guns at the cans trying to knock them off the fence.]
[Garth Brooks and Toby Keith songs play in the background and smoke pours from a BBQ pit as the crowd enjoy their freedom. Beau Addison is one of those gun toting men in the crowd. He talks to the camera while loading his shotgun.]
Beau Addison: “Lemme tell yall this straight up. Keegan Ryan aint nothing but a terrorist lovin bitch! Hes a coward who hides behind a computer screen to talk smack and he has to cheap shot people to get the upper hand in fights. Aint no wonder the stupid sumbitch aint won a fight yet. The second anyone steps up to face him like a MAN he gets treated like a punk ass.”
[CLICK! Beau locks the shotgun chamber and aims it at a can with Keegan Ryan’s face on it before shooting. TING! The can goes soaring through the air and Keegan Ryan’s face goes with it. A big hole right between his eyes.]
Beau Addison: “Bullseye! Yall best be watchin Keegan. This is a sign of things to come for you come Sunday. When it comes to war I don’t miss my mark boy! I got a ton of ways to beat your dumb ass back to New Mexico and if you wisen up a little then maybe yall will start to take me more seriously.”
[Addison points his thumb to the camera to count.]
Beau Addison: “ONE! I’m stronger than you. That’s a fact boy.”
[Addison points his index finger to the camera now.]
Beau Addison: “TWO! I throw punches harder than you. That right theres another fact.”
[Addison shows his other three fingers holding them to the camera like a high five.]
Beau Addison: “THREE! FOUR! FIVE! I’m a better wrestler than you! I can make your sorry ass tap out like it aint nothing to me! I can take more abuse than you can! Dammit I done run outta fingers because my other hand is reserved for this cold beer! But I got more son. I recover faster than you do and I got a bigger tank of gas in the trunk than your sorry ass. Im straight up AMERICAN MADE boy! Yall aint got SHIT on me!”
[Beau cocks his gun again and fires another round to another can of beer with Keegan Ryan’s face on it. TING! Bullseye. The can goes flying into the air and so does Keegans face.]
Beau Addison: “You done goofed from the start son. You done goofed when you started talkin that smack online for no damn reason. You done goofed when you cold cocked me last night. You done goofed when you picked a fight with this cowboy and you done goofed when you ruined my gatdamn Chucky T’s. Fact is I got sixty nine AMERICAN pounds on your narrow ass and Ima use every single one of em to make you hurt. Yall out there online again talkin a big talk bout how yall are gonna skin me alive next week? How boy? How yall gonna do that? The only skinning getting done around here is me on your hide. But before I go cutting you like a thick toenail Ima cut your head off and mount it in my trophy room.”
[Beau drinks a cold beer and crushes the can tossing it to the dirty ground below.]
Beau Addison: “Don’t you EVER try defendin some foreign bitch like that again yhear? You aint nothin but a liberal commy tryna defend somethin other than AMERICA! Ima beat the RED WHITE AND BLUE into your sorry ass and make you proud to me AMERICAN boy! Happy 4th of July! It might well be your last!”
[Beau goes back to the crowd and laughs with them as they enjoy the rest of the day as the scene ends.]
[Shots get fired from the distance as lots of guys wearing cowboy hats and denims celebrate Independence Day on this ranch. Empty beer cans with Keegan Ryan’s stupid face stuck to them sit on a wooden fence that keep the horses enclosed. The men fire their guns at the cans trying to knock them off the fence.]
[Garth Brooks and Toby Keith songs play in the background and smoke pours from a BBQ pit as the crowd enjoy their freedom. Beau Addison is one of those gun toting men in the crowd. He talks to the camera while loading his shotgun.]
Beau Addison: “Lemme tell yall this straight up. Keegan Ryan aint nothing but a terrorist lovin bitch! Hes a coward who hides behind a computer screen to talk smack and he has to cheap shot people to get the upper hand in fights. Aint no wonder the stupid sumbitch aint won a fight yet. The second anyone steps up to face him like a MAN he gets treated like a punk ass.”
[CLICK! Beau locks the shotgun chamber and aims it at a can with Keegan Ryan’s face on it before shooting. TING! The can goes soaring through the air and Keegan Ryan’s face goes with it. A big hole right between his eyes.]
Beau Addison: “Bullseye! Yall best be watchin Keegan. This is a sign of things to come for you come Sunday. When it comes to war I don’t miss my mark boy! I got a ton of ways to beat your dumb ass back to New Mexico and if you wisen up a little then maybe yall will start to take me more seriously.”
[Addison points his thumb to the camera to count.]
Beau Addison: “ONE! I’m stronger than you. That’s a fact boy.”
[Addison points his index finger to the camera now.]
Beau Addison: “TWO! I throw punches harder than you. That right theres another fact.”
[Addison shows his other three fingers holding them to the camera like a high five.]
Beau Addison: “THREE! FOUR! FIVE! I’m a better wrestler than you! I can make your sorry ass tap out like it aint nothing to me! I can take more abuse than you can! Dammit I done run outta fingers because my other hand is reserved for this cold beer! But I got more son. I recover faster than you do and I got a bigger tank of gas in the trunk than your sorry ass. Im straight up AMERICAN MADE boy! Yall aint got SHIT on me!”
[Beau cocks his gun again and fires another round to another can of beer with Keegan Ryan’s face on it. TING! Bullseye. The can goes flying into the air and so does Keegans face.]
Beau Addison: “You done goofed from the start son. You done goofed when you started talkin that smack online for no damn reason. You done goofed when you cold cocked me last night. You done goofed when you picked a fight with this cowboy and you done goofed when you ruined my gatdamn Chucky T’s. Fact is I got sixty nine AMERICAN pounds on your narrow ass and Ima use every single one of em to make you hurt. Yall out there online again talkin a big talk bout how yall are gonna skin me alive next week? How boy? How yall gonna do that? The only skinning getting done around here is me on your hide. But before I go cutting you like a thick toenail Ima cut your head off and mount it in my trophy room.”
[Beau drinks a cold beer and crushes the can tossing it to the dirty ground below.]
Beau Addison: “Don’t you EVER try defendin some foreign bitch like that again yhear? You aint nothin but a liberal commy tryna defend somethin other than AMERICA! Ima beat the RED WHITE AND BLUE into your sorry ass and make you proud to me AMERICAN boy! Happy 4th of July! It might well be your last!”
[Beau goes back to the crowd and laughs with them as they enjoy the rest of the day as the scene ends.]
