They sell kumquats for a quarter . ((slam RP)
Oct 18, 2016 0:47:08 GMT -5
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Post by Kidd Krazzy on Oct 18, 2016 0:47:08 GMT -5
The phone rings. I ignore it. I'm at the gym. Got the big alpha match coming up.
It keeps ringing. I look, it's Cody, my brother. Not important. I don't have time to bail him out this time.
I must win the match. Not because I am zero and three, not because I need the title to get a larger one.
No, I must win to prevent yellow-bellied pond scum like Jason O'Neal. The real deal? Hm, like the real coward, bailed on Johnny Evil and I. It's cool, it's alright, we at least put up a great fight and gave the fans a great show. He cheap shoted my partner and waddled off.
It keeps ringing. I should answer it... I will... after it goes to voicemail, I check it.
"Hey, brother, come home! Gam Gam and Paw Paw won't make it through the week."
I dropped the phone... I can't leave! I have a big title match coming up at Helloween! Something inside me churns and I feel myself change as I begin to take out my depression in the training ring.
Thoughts creep in like a porno clip that would make WCF's resident circus star Mr. J blush.
Rabid Johnny Rabid, the man with rabies, wanted them to die!
Well, he'll get his wish!
I rebound off the ropes and do a flipping 420 onto the mat.
Evil Johnny evil, said he was going to carry me in that match huh? I slam my hands into the mat as I stand up.
Rought Row Rhonny Revil, like oh no...
I'll carry Mr. Evil through this next match, just to return the favor. Then, at the paper view, Mr. Evil can be carried through a table. To like, win, if I gotta, you like know?
Sorry, Gam Gam, gotta let my darkness rise. I have to do a few things that you wouldn't like. Oh well, sometimes you have to break a few omelettes to make a some eggs.
I climb the turn buckle... One fish, two fish...
I do a 450 splash to the outside.
Red fish... My face is bleeding.
But Ol' Neal, he is going to be a black and blue fish.
I stand up double letters in my name, that is what I got. I sure am glad ya'll can read.
Mr. Wade, Wadey poo, Wading the waters.
I will never quit! I do not care how hurt my body becomes!
I sit in the center of the ring as I dig my index finger into my open wound. It hurts.
But, Mr. Wade! I may try this pan-sexual thing, but how does one get sexual with a pan?
Should I use Crisco? It would be nice to lose my virginity.
Johnny... Johnny...
Yes, Paw Paw?
Eating sugar?
No Paw Paw!
Telling lies?
No Paw Paw! Kid Krazy punched my teeth out so I can't eat...
As I bite the turn buckle, I think of the champ.
CJ... CJ... CJ...
Nada is personal, but, I will break you like Dolph Lundern did Rocky and send you back to Grove Street fool!
I NEED this win! So if you just so happen to be like your mythical name sake..
Well then, brother, I suppose we will have some fun.
I will never stop coming at you! Not until that title is around my waist, and I have cleansed the filth from the WCF!
This little team up match at Slam, it's not important. Your title becoming mine so i can cleanse this hellhole is all that matters now.
I am the terror that flaps in the night, Mr Evil!
O'Neal, I am the scourge that pecks at your fears!
CJ Fool, I am your worse nightmare!
Let's...
Get...
Dangerous!
It keeps ringing. I look, it's Cody, my brother. Not important. I don't have time to bail him out this time.
I must win the match. Not because I am zero and three, not because I need the title to get a larger one.
No, I must win to prevent yellow-bellied pond scum like Jason O'Neal. The real deal? Hm, like the real coward, bailed on Johnny Evil and I. It's cool, it's alright, we at least put up a great fight and gave the fans a great show. He cheap shoted my partner and waddled off.
It keeps ringing. I should answer it... I will... after it goes to voicemail, I check it.
"Hey, brother, come home! Gam Gam and Paw Paw won't make it through the week."
I dropped the phone... I can't leave! I have a big title match coming up at Helloween! Something inside me churns and I feel myself change as I begin to take out my depression in the training ring.
Thoughts creep in like a porno clip that would make WCF's resident circus star Mr. J blush.
Rabid Johnny Rabid, the man with rabies, wanted them to die!
Well, he'll get his wish!
I rebound off the ropes and do a flipping 420 onto the mat.
Evil Johnny evil, said he was going to carry me in that match huh? I slam my hands into the mat as I stand up.
Rought Row Rhonny Revil, like oh no...
I'll carry Mr. Evil through this next match, just to return the favor. Then, at the paper view, Mr. Evil can be carried through a table. To like, win, if I gotta, you like know?
Sorry, Gam Gam, gotta let my darkness rise. I have to do a few things that you wouldn't like. Oh well, sometimes you have to break a few omelettes to make a some eggs.
I climb the turn buckle... One fish, two fish...
I do a 450 splash to the outside.
Red fish... My face is bleeding.
But Ol' Neal, he is going to be a black and blue fish.
I stand up double letters in my name, that is what I got. I sure am glad ya'll can read.
Mr. Wade, Wadey poo, Wading the waters.
I will never quit! I do not care how hurt my body becomes!
I sit in the center of the ring as I dig my index finger into my open wound. It hurts.
But, Mr. Wade! I may try this pan-sexual thing, but how does one get sexual with a pan?
Should I use Crisco? It would be nice to lose my virginity.
Johnny... Johnny...
Yes, Paw Paw?
Eating sugar?
No Paw Paw!
Telling lies?
No Paw Paw! Kid Krazy punched my teeth out so I can't eat...
As I bite the turn buckle, I think of the champ.
CJ... CJ... CJ...
Nada is personal, but, I will break you like Dolph Lundern did Rocky and send you back to Grove Street fool!
I NEED this win! So if you just so happen to be like your mythical name sake..
Well then, brother, I suppose we will have some fun.
I will never stop coming at you! Not until that title is around my waist, and I have cleansed the filth from the WCF!
This little team up match at Slam, it's not important. Your title becoming mine so i can cleanse this hellhole is all that matters now.
I am the terror that flaps in the night, Mr Evil!
O'Neal, I am the scourge that pecks at your fears!
CJ Fool, I am your worse nightmare!
Let's...
Get...
Dangerous!
