Ahune was paying his resurrection fee at the local priest community. He knew Ragnaros was powerful but he wasn't expecting him to be THAT powerful. Ahune sulked all the way home. When he got home, he got some ice cream and curled up on his couch. He then started crying it out.
"IT ISN'T FAIR!" he shouted.
"HE'S THE BAD GUY, BUT NO ONE CARES BECAUSE HE GAVE THEM 'DOUBLE GOLD' AND NOW IT'S FINE! NO ONE REMEMBERS THAT HE TRIED TO UPSET THE BALANCE OF THE ELEMENTS AND ENSLAVED THE DARK IRON DWARVES AT BLACKROCK!"
Ahune was sobbing by now.
"HOW DID HE BEAT ME? HE WAS DEFEATED BY A BUNCH OF RANDOM ADVENTURERS, BUT HE KNOCKED ME DOWN IN JUST TWO SWINGS!"
He was heaving.
"EVERYONE THINKS RAGNAROS IS COOL WHEN IT ISN'T TRUE! HE'S ACTUALLY VERY HOT! NOT COOL AT ALL!"
Realizing the awkwardness of the phrasing, and the embarrassing-ness of the whole tirade, he looked around abashedly to make sure no one was around, which he found was true.
Sighing, he sprawled himself over the couch. With eyes full of tears, he comforted himself with ice cream until he finally decided to go to bed.