Post by To Be Announced on Sept 10, 2012 13:11:16 GMT -5
What the hell just happened? How could she do this to me? Why would she help out a festering piece of used toilet paper like that Brandon Nytrus butt wipe? I've got so much more to offer than that petty criminal, don't I? Oh god what am I thinking? Of course I don't! Reality check moron, you are a loser. You always have been and always will be. Oh sure, luck was on my side when I managed to pin Siren last week, I still haven't washed my mouth from that kiss mind you 
but that was just it. Luck. It pokes its head out for one week and it suddenly hides back away. I'll probably never see it again for a long time now. Oh well, guess it's true what they say. It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...
Screw that. This is just a rough patch. I can make it work. I mean did you see the way she looked at me? Did you see the way she kissed her finger and pressed it against my lips? I think she might actually be into me! Oh what would you know, have any of you ever had true love stare at you in the face? I'm serious, this is true love. She may not realize it yet, but some day, somehow, she will take me seriously, we will be together, and we will live happily ever after!
This is like a love story of the ages. Everytime I look at her, she seems to be more and more beautiful. It's been that way ever since I first laid my eyes on her. I remember it like it was yesterday...
I was still training with that prick John Fisherman, back when he was preparing for his debut in MPW. At this point I had an absolute gut full of his bull crap, I was so sick and tired of being a pushover to this guy, I was determined to leave my mark and walk out on him. To this day I still don't know why I ever decided to be his sparring partner, guess I still had hope when I agreed to help him out. Anyway, I was all prepared to leave, I had even booked a ticket back to Denver, but then he announced that he had signed a contract with a manager by the name of Ms. Biguns. I know, at first I thought that she was going to be just some slut desperate for money and attention...but on that fateful day, at our regular gym in Las Vegas, I realized just how wrong I was. I had just took a hard suplex in the training ring. As I climbed back to my feet, pulling myself up with the ropes, I looked out to the gym entrance. At first I thought it was a dream, but when she stepped through the door and entered the gym, I was mesmerized by what I saw.
Note: In video, skip to 1:55 before reading on.
Her jet black hair flowed down from her head and groomed nicely to match the shape of her face, her eyes were round pools of dark chocolate brown, her lips were full and luscious, and her face glistened in the fluorescent lights above, glimmering like an angel from the clouds. And her breasts. Oh her breasts. I don't care what anyone says, I firmly believe that they are completely and gloriously natural. She walked in, looking absolutely ravishing in the business skirt suit that she had recently made into her trademark look. I had to rub my eyes, I couldn't believe what a wonderful sight she was, and as I watched her approach John Fisherman with a smile on her voluptuous lips, her white teeth shining with a radiant light, it left a lump in my throat. At that point, I was proved wrong. She was no typical bimbo, oh no my friend. The love of my life had just walked through the door and I knew it. At that moment, I knew that she and I were destined to be together forever.
She had to be mine. This is why I do what I do. This is why I became a wrestler. This is why I've dedicated my career to gaining her affection. That pillock John Fisherman had failed her, and let's be honest, who didn't see that coming? That druggie had what was coming to him! But now I must let her know that I will not fail her. I will never fail her. I refuse to fail her. If only she'd give me a chance. I know that I'm not as big as Brandon Nytrus, as confident as Kurt Newman, or as intense as Apostle Kried, but what I do have is heart. No one is more determined than me. I can't allow them to be. Everyone else is driven by glory, by passion, and by power, but I am driven by love. No matter what happens, I will make you mine Ms. Biguns. You will be mine, and I will be yours. Maybe you'd even let me call you by your first name...
All this talk of love is making me hungry. Now where is that damn pizza guy!?
but that was just it. Luck. It pokes its head out for one week and it suddenly hides back away. I'll probably never see it again for a long time now. Oh well, guess it's true what they say. It's better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all...Screw that. This is just a rough patch. I can make it work. I mean did you see the way she looked at me? Did you see the way she kissed her finger and pressed it against my lips? I think she might actually be into me! Oh what would you know, have any of you ever had true love stare at you in the face? I'm serious, this is true love. She may not realize it yet, but some day, somehow, she will take me seriously, we will be together, and we will live happily ever after!
This is like a love story of the ages. Everytime I look at her, she seems to be more and more beautiful. It's been that way ever since I first laid my eyes on her. I remember it like it was yesterday...
I was still training with that prick John Fisherman, back when he was preparing for his debut in MPW. At this point I had an absolute gut full of his bull crap, I was so sick and tired of being a pushover to this guy, I was determined to leave my mark and walk out on him. To this day I still don't know why I ever decided to be his sparring partner, guess I still had hope when I agreed to help him out. Anyway, I was all prepared to leave, I had even booked a ticket back to Denver, but then he announced that he had signed a contract with a manager by the name of Ms. Biguns. I know, at first I thought that she was going to be just some slut desperate for money and attention...but on that fateful day, at our regular gym in Las Vegas, I realized just how wrong I was. I had just took a hard suplex in the training ring. As I climbed back to my feet, pulling myself up with the ropes, I looked out to the gym entrance. At first I thought it was a dream, but when she stepped through the door and entered the gym, I was mesmerized by what I saw.
Note: In video, skip to 1:55 before reading on.
Her jet black hair flowed down from her head and groomed nicely to match the shape of her face, her eyes were round pools of dark chocolate brown, her lips were full and luscious, and her face glistened in the fluorescent lights above, glimmering like an angel from the clouds. And her breasts. Oh her breasts. I don't care what anyone says, I firmly believe that they are completely and gloriously natural. She walked in, looking absolutely ravishing in the business skirt suit that she had recently made into her trademark look. I had to rub my eyes, I couldn't believe what a wonderful sight she was, and as I watched her approach John Fisherman with a smile on her voluptuous lips, her white teeth shining with a radiant light, it left a lump in my throat. At that point, I was proved wrong. She was no typical bimbo, oh no my friend. The love of my life had just walked through the door and I knew it. At that moment, I knew that she and I were destined to be together forever.
She had to be mine. This is why I do what I do. This is why I became a wrestler. This is why I've dedicated my career to gaining her affection. That pillock John Fisherman had failed her, and let's be honest, who didn't see that coming? That druggie had what was coming to him! But now I must let her know that I will not fail her. I will never fail her. I refuse to fail her. If only she'd give me a chance. I know that I'm not as big as Brandon Nytrus, as confident as Kurt Newman, or as intense as Apostle Kried, but what I do have is heart. No one is more determined than me. I can't allow them to be. Everyone else is driven by glory, by passion, and by power, but I am driven by love. No matter what happens, I will make you mine Ms. Biguns. You will be mine, and I will be yours. Maybe you'd even let me call you by your first name...
All this talk of love is making me hungry. Now where is that damn pizza guy!?