Post by Kidd Krazzy on Oct 6, 2016 12:12:23 GMT -5
No Pickles!
Late night after WAR, I, James aka Kid Krazzy arrives estatic to my grandparents home. They are awake and waiting up for me, cool that means they seen my match and are….
“James Montgomery Brown the third!!! Where have you been all night!... Don’t answer that we seen the show! You could have been killed!” she starts coughing up blood as I try to move closer to comfort her.
“No ya don’t son,” grandpa wraps his shriveled arms around her, “Ya got two choices boy give up this stupid stunt crap or get the fuck out our house, she cant keep worrying about you all the time!” he yells not loudly as he cant yell loudly but loud enough I know he is pissed.
“James Montgomery brown the first watch your mouth!” Grams pipes in finally done coughing.
“But I….” is all I get out when my grandpa sees I'm not gunna stop pushes me out the door and locks it. Guess I’m sleeping in mator tonight. I walk over to my old beat up brown Chevy, and open one the rusty doors that have Mator spray painted on the side, and climb in.
I drive to local McDonald's, and park there to sleep. One of my trips in to pee, a guy stops me to say he recognizes me.
“YA? you saw it wasn’t that awesome?!” Im grinning ear to ear.
“No, I said no pickles and yet you put them on my fucking cheeseburger anyway you little piece of shit!” and with that I receive a right hook faster than I can react and end up with a pretty shiner to take with me to SLAM.
That’s right SLAM! I made it to the show, so no matter what else is going on I am still making my dreams come true baby!!! I stroll into McDonald's singing
“Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I want to be free yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!”
Why that song, well honestly it’s the first one that came to my head, I lived in the country so sue me.
Upon my arrival back to mator, I call Slayer, my friend from the indies.
“Did you see my debut bro?”
“Ya I did and Adam Young is gunna kill your lil ass, haha” he responds
“Awe ya, well luckily I don’t face or see him at slam. Don’t really want that nasty stuff spit on me I hate smokers and chewers are worse.”
“Dude your all kinds fucked up worring about getting spit on when he gunna fuck you up,” he laughs
“Dude, Language!” my grams slips out, cant help it lived there since was seven.
“Man, WCF gunna eat you alive virgin boy. Hope that naked chick isn’t in the match, or else may die of heart attack on camera.”
“No the ones I face are fairly new, it’s a battle royal, I assume much like WAR was, but final three get shot at Alpha title.”
“Awe well I know you scouted what you can about them, you always do so lets hear the grit boy. Spill it kid.”
"Okay, Well there is Shay Mckay, the Irish dude that elimanted me at WAR. He is a brawler about my size thats only in it for the money"
"Sorry Bro, I know you hate that kind of thing."
"Ya, you know I feel like we as wrestlers should do this to entertain and enjoy it just not to line our pockets. Anyway there is Brian Paine, all i found on him is he is alot like you a reckless wild hardcore fighter, so im use to that. There is the ex cop, Johnny Blaze, who much like all us new guys is very into comics it seems haha"
"Right up your ally bro"
"Right? haha, Anyway there is Jaice Wilds, awesome name, similiar high flying style to me, i could see us getting along. Then oppisite to officer Blaze there is the lawbreaker Johnny Evil."
"Wait wait, so Johnny the cop and johnny the criminal are both in the battle royal?"
"Haha never even thought it that way. Then there is Joe Smarts, the guy with big hair at WAR? He is Australian apparntly, and from what i found like that stupid game battlefield."
"Battlefield really?"
"Ya I know anyway, then there are two more experinced guys. Jordan Ciserano who i didn't find much on, and the last one scares the crap outta me. Jason "the Real Deal" O'Neal."
"The dude that had the lil boy shoot a man on tv?"
"Ya apparntly he is a drug lord or something as well. i cant let him win. Evil people like that cant win and become the face of professional wrestling."
"Well mr superman, your gunna have your work cut out for ya then. WCF has alot of questionable people in it. good luck censoring them all."
"Hey Mcloser I wasn't done with you!"
BANG BANG BANG
"UM Slay, i got to go some guy is hitting my truck with a bat"
With that i start my old truck up,after three attempts and several dents, and back up, door jacking the jerk as i go. I should feel bad but the drunk probably did about same amount of damage to my truck as i did to him so we are even i guess. Eh i call Bob the manager later and send the drunk fool money for DR bills... Sometimes i hate my conscience.
Late night after WAR, I, James aka Kid Krazzy arrives estatic to my grandparents home. They are awake and waiting up for me, cool that means they seen my match and are….
“James Montgomery Brown the third!!! Where have you been all night!... Don’t answer that we seen the show! You could have been killed!” she starts coughing up blood as I try to move closer to comfort her.
“No ya don’t son,” grandpa wraps his shriveled arms around her, “Ya got two choices boy give up this stupid stunt crap or get the fuck out our house, she cant keep worrying about you all the time!” he yells not loudly as he cant yell loudly but loud enough I know he is pissed.
“James Montgomery brown the first watch your mouth!” Grams pipes in finally done coughing.
“But I….” is all I get out when my grandpa sees I'm not gunna stop pushes me out the door and locks it. Guess I’m sleeping in mator tonight. I walk over to my old beat up brown Chevy, and open one the rusty doors that have Mator spray painted on the side, and climb in.
I drive to local McDonald's, and park there to sleep. One of my trips in to pee, a guy stops me to say he recognizes me.
“YA? you saw it wasn’t that awesome?!” Im grinning ear to ear.
“No, I said no pickles and yet you put them on my fucking cheeseburger anyway you little piece of shit!” and with that I receive a right hook faster than I can react and end up with a pretty shiner to take with me to SLAM.
That’s right SLAM! I made it to the show, so no matter what else is going on I am still making my dreams come true baby!!! I stroll into McDonald's singing
“Oh, oh, oh, go totally crazy, forget I'm a lady
Men's shirts, short skirts
Oh, oh, oh, really go wild yeah, doin' it in style
Oh, oh, oh, get in the action, feel the attraction
Color my hair, do what I dare
Oh, oh, oh, I want to be free yeah, to feel the way I feel
Man! I feel like a woman!”
Why that song, well honestly it’s the first one that came to my head, I lived in the country so sue me.
Upon my arrival back to mator, I call Slayer, my friend from the indies.
“Did you see my debut bro?”
“Ya I did and Adam Young is gunna kill your lil ass, haha” he responds
“Awe ya, well luckily I don’t face or see him at slam. Don’t really want that nasty stuff spit on me I hate smokers and chewers are worse.”
“Dude your all kinds fucked up worring about getting spit on when he gunna fuck you up,” he laughs
“Dude, Language!” my grams slips out, cant help it lived there since was seven.
“Man, WCF gunna eat you alive virgin boy. Hope that naked chick isn’t in the match, or else may die of heart attack on camera.”
“No the ones I face are fairly new, it’s a battle royal, I assume much like WAR was, but final three get shot at Alpha title.”
“Awe well I know you scouted what you can about them, you always do so lets hear the grit boy. Spill it kid.”
"Okay, Well there is Shay Mckay, the Irish dude that elimanted me at WAR. He is a brawler about my size thats only in it for the money"
"Sorry Bro, I know you hate that kind of thing."
"Ya, you know I feel like we as wrestlers should do this to entertain and enjoy it just not to line our pockets. Anyway there is Brian Paine, all i found on him is he is alot like you a reckless wild hardcore fighter, so im use to that. There is the ex cop, Johnny Blaze, who much like all us new guys is very into comics it seems haha"
"Right up your ally bro"
"Right? haha, Anyway there is Jaice Wilds, awesome name, similiar high flying style to me, i could see us getting along. Then oppisite to officer Blaze there is the lawbreaker Johnny Evil."
"Wait wait, so Johnny the cop and johnny the criminal are both in the battle royal?"
"Haha never even thought it that way. Then there is Joe Smarts, the guy with big hair at WAR? He is Australian apparntly, and from what i found like that stupid game battlefield."
"Battlefield really?"
"Ya I know anyway, then there are two more experinced guys. Jordan Ciserano who i didn't find much on, and the last one scares the crap outta me. Jason "the Real Deal" O'Neal."
"The dude that had the lil boy shoot a man on tv?"
"Ya apparntly he is a drug lord or something as well. i cant let him win. Evil people like that cant win and become the face of professional wrestling."
"Well mr superman, your gunna have your work cut out for ya then. WCF has alot of questionable people in it. good luck censoring them all."
"Hey Mcloser I wasn't done with you!"
BANG BANG BANG
"UM Slay, i got to go some guy is hitting my truck with a bat"
With that i start my old truck up,after three attempts and several dents, and back up, door jacking the jerk as i go. I should feel bad but the drunk probably did about same amount of damage to my truck as i did to him so we are even i guess. Eh i call Bob the manager later and send the drunk fool money for DR bills... Sometimes i hate my conscience.
