Post by The Morgan Estate on Apr 29, 2020 8:22:02 GMT -5
The scene opens with Ryan Morgan doing one arm push ups in the middle of a private garden, somewhere sunny. He is surrounded by a team of 10 people, each shouting motivation and analysing his execution; each forming their own opinion and feedback for later.
This is how Ryan Morgan trains now, with complete concentration, complete motivation and such meticulous detail; that it requires an army of trainers to track his progress.
High in the sky, drones watch the Forgotten Showman and record his postural movements, intensity and weight shift patterns. By his side, a large flask of water. Hydration is not just important generally, but more so now as he begins to age somewhat.
The EHWF Hall Of Famer shows concentration, unwavering focus as he finishes the last push up. His last breath is deep and meaningful, fuelled with visions of Immortality. Visions of Eternal youth and unlimited vibrancy.
It's time for him to break his fast and eat a meal containing over 1,000 calories. Yes, he still remains lean, his abs still glisten beautifully in the sun. His hair still elegantly swooshes, like the ocean surrounding him on this incredible but mysterious island.
He struts over to the barbeque, which is heaving with freshly cooked meat. Sausages, Burgers, everything you could want during such a wonderfully scorching day. Wearing just a pair of grey shorts, his chiselled physique is not too dissimilar to that of a greek gods.
He grabs a plate, putting two beef burgers and 3 sausages on it. Tucking in, taking that first orgasmic bite, he gently wonders off into a daydream.
BINTS! ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH BINTS BINTS BINTS!
The two time EHWF Champion, one time North American Champion, one time UK champion and BAZZILION time legend is running and running fast. He is being chased by a giant Bint Warrior from the planet CADUNZ.
MUST ESCAPE THE BINT.
RUN.
RUN.
REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING YOU DUMB BITCH. FIRST ITS WHITE STUNN THEN ITS RYAN OF YOUR LIFE THEN YOU DROP YOUR SHOULDER AND HIT DEATHTOUCH FOLLOW UP WITH HERXPROOF AND BADABINGPOOPOODAPOO YOU HIT A SOCCERBALL KICK AND FINALLYYYYYYYYYY FINAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLY YOU HIT THE ULTRA KICK!
WAIT.
WHAT ABOUT THE LEGENDARY MOVES OF PAST BINTS.
WHAT ABOUT THE BINT KICK BINT BOMB AND THE MOTHA FUCKIN BINT BUSTA YOU DAFT CUNT.
WHAT ABOUT THE GHOSTS OF BINTMAS PAST.
WHAT ABOUT..
OUR LEGACY.
SAY NO TO THE EVIL BINT WARRIOR.
HIT THE BINT KICK DOOOOOOO IT DOOOOOOOO IT!!
COMPLETE. NOW WHAT. THE FUCKING REST.
WOP WOP WOP JUST THREE MORE TO GO. BINT KICK EXXXXXXXECUTED TO PERFECTION. BINT BOMB COMPLETE.
Ryan Morgan wakes up in a pool of his own drool. His face is resting on his place next to a half eaten burger. He lifts his head up and sees his adorable wife Cadance staring at him. She doesn't look too happy.
Cadance: You have ignored me for the last 20 minutes, you ignorant old git!
Ryan Morgan: No, no.. you don't understand, my lovley bint wife. I have finally discovered the key... to everything. I have just learnt something amazing.
Cadance: What do you mean? You better not be smoking crack ag-
Ryan Morgan: The Bint Buster... The Fookin' Bint Buster...
The Forgotten Showman looks up into the sky, smiling as he does. He looks at Cadance and stares at her voluptuous breasts. The scene fades to black.
This is how Ryan Morgan trains now, with complete concentration, complete motivation and such meticulous detail; that it requires an army of trainers to track his progress.
High in the sky, drones watch the Forgotten Showman and record his postural movements, intensity and weight shift patterns. By his side, a large flask of water. Hydration is not just important generally, but more so now as he begins to age somewhat.
The EHWF Hall Of Famer shows concentration, unwavering focus as he finishes the last push up. His last breath is deep and meaningful, fuelled with visions of Immortality. Visions of Eternal youth and unlimited vibrancy.
It's time for him to break his fast and eat a meal containing over 1,000 calories. Yes, he still remains lean, his abs still glisten beautifully in the sun. His hair still elegantly swooshes, like the ocean surrounding him on this incredible but mysterious island.
He struts over to the barbeque, which is heaving with freshly cooked meat. Sausages, Burgers, everything you could want during such a wonderfully scorching day. Wearing just a pair of grey shorts, his chiselled physique is not too dissimilar to that of a greek gods.
He grabs a plate, putting two beef burgers and 3 sausages on it. Tucking in, taking that first orgasmic bite, he gently wonders off into a daydream.
BINTS! ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH BINTS BINTS BINTS!
The two time EHWF Champion, one time North American Champion, one time UK champion and BAZZILION time legend is running and running fast. He is being chased by a giant Bint Warrior from the planet CADUNZ.
MUST ESCAPE THE BINT.
RUN.
RUN.
REMEMBER YOUR TRAINING YOU DUMB BITCH. FIRST ITS WHITE STUNN THEN ITS RYAN OF YOUR LIFE THEN YOU DROP YOUR SHOULDER AND HIT DEATHTOUCH FOLLOW UP WITH HERXPROOF AND BADABINGPOOPOODAPOO YOU HIT A SOCCERBALL KICK AND FINALLYYYYYYYYYY FINAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLY YOU HIT THE ULTRA KICK!
WAIT.
WHAT ABOUT THE LEGENDARY MOVES OF PAST BINTS.
WHAT ABOUT THE BINT KICK BINT BOMB AND THE MOTHA FUCKIN BINT BUSTA YOU DAFT CUNT.
WHAT ABOUT THE GHOSTS OF BINTMAS PAST.
WHAT ABOUT..
OUR LEGACY.
SAY NO TO THE EVIL BINT WARRIOR.
HIT THE BINT KICK DOOOOOOO IT DOOOOOOOO IT!!
COMPLETE. NOW WHAT. THE FUCKING REST.
WOP WOP WOP JUST THREE MORE TO GO. BINT KICK EXXXXXXXECUTED TO PERFECTION. BINT BOMB COMPLETE.
Ryan Morgan wakes up in a pool of his own drool. His face is resting on his place next to a half eaten burger. He lifts his head up and sees his adorable wife Cadance staring at him. She doesn't look too happy.
Cadance: You have ignored me for the last 20 minutes, you ignorant old git!
Ryan Morgan: No, no.. you don't understand, my lovley bint wife. I have finally discovered the key... to everything. I have just learnt something amazing.
Cadance: What do you mean? You better not be smoking crack ag-
Ryan Morgan: The Bint Buster... The Fookin' Bint Buster...
The Forgotten Showman looks up into the sky, smiling as he does. He looks at Cadance and stares at her voluptuous breasts. The scene fades to black.
