Ryan Borden, a man who looked up to his father, Sting throughout his entire life, recently joined AEW. Originally he wanted to be all elite and work along side with his father like the good ol' times.
Turns out that didn't exactly go his way, sinc...
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4/13/23.
Seattle Washington
CHAPTER 31: Cleaning For Darby😑🧼🏠🧹
Once again, during a hot day, I'm here at this bone heads property and right now I have a sponge in hand with a bucket of warm, soapy water.
The sun was beaming down on me, punishing my skin with heat while I dunked the sponge into the bucket 3 times then began scrubbing away the spray paint.
I would rather pressure wash his house instead but the asshole didn't have the pressure washing equipment! Ughh....
I'm solely convinced he got me using a sponge and a bucket of warm, flowery scented, soapy water on purpose so that I could take longer.
I wonder if my dad put him up to that idea? Good god, this really sucks.
I used all my strength, putting my muscle into it when scrubbing the graffiti off the house. I'm forming beads of sweat coming down my forehead and my arms glistening.
Trying to remove the paint off the house was like trying to scrub off a tattoo. This task was getting under my skin and extremely aggravating.
I desperately scrubbed while I felt myself losing patience as I couldn't help but lash out and threw down the sponge roughly.
"What the fuck!! This is stupid as hell!! It's impossible to scrub all this off!!! By the time I remove all this bullshit, I'll end up looking like Tom Hanks in Cast Away when trapped on that island!!!" I complained.
Suddenly a hand appeared down, holding out a gallon of paint remover.
I gazed up seeing it was Darby while he smirked in amusement "You need to add this, 'Genius'." He told me then softly chuckled "God man, you're such a silly shit" he snickered while shaking his head.
Seeing the gallon, of course I felt dumb as hell. No wonder the stuff wasn't coming off too much, I forgot to add in the remover.
I forced a grin "Hm...Thank you. You're too kind...." I sarcastically spoke then rolled my eyes and poured some remover into the bucket of warm water.
While I was now scrubbing the house a little bit better, I heard Darby asked me.
"So Ryan, about last night. Why in the hell were you jacking off so damn late at that hour?"
Oh god, I wanted to forget about that and not feel embarrassed. "Are you kidding me right now??....I don't need to tell you why, it's none of your damn business....." I said in a bit of a grumpy manner.
"I hate to tell you but you made it my business with how loud you were. You thought me and your dad, Sting didn't heard that shit? You made it impossible for us to sleep with all that" then he added out "Ahh! Ahhh!! Ah!.....Oohhhhh!" mimicking the grunts and groan that I did that night.
