Post by Buck U Productions on Jan 13, 2016 22:40:59 GMT
It’s all my fault. I know it’s true, even if no one else will say it. It’s my fault that my brother’s face got burnt by that stupid alien.
If only I hadn’t become obsessed with Woody. Stupid! Who falls for a six foot tall wooden man? Apparently I do. Stupid! That’s why Tiggie and Charlie didn’t want me on his team. They knew the truth; my obsession was a determent to the team. It cost Brute and me our debut match at “Tijuana Takeout”, it cost us the Gravied Alive match at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”, and despite the fact I didn’t get pinned in our match, it led to us losing at “Eggs Over Big Easy”. I couldn’t even lead those morons, Things One and Two, to victory at “So It’s Come to This” because I was still feeling dejected. Well, maybe I can’t blame myself for those losers poor performance, Daddy does say, “you can polish a turd all you want but it’s still a turd”, but you get my point. With the exception of winning the Three Cup Trios Tournament with Tiggie and Brute, I’ve a dismal failure. So is it any wonder why my own brother and allies wouldn’t want me on their team for the biggest match of the season?
So there I was, watching the Pollo Playhouse match feeling absolutely bummed out when I saw Zargnax, one of the wrestlers my brother and Charlie picked over me, shoot a fireball at my brother. I heard how the fans began cheering while he rolled around in pain after his face was burning and I felt sick to my stomach. I know he’s not going to get any sympathy from the fans after everything he did, but he’s my brother for fucking loud.
It was at that point that I realized that I had failed my brother. If I had taken this whole wrestling thing more seriously, maybe if I had been more concerned about winning matches instead of trying to get friendly with a piece of oak, maybe if I wasn’t such a foolish girl, my brother would have picked me instead of that dumb alien.
It’s all my fault.
Zarganx, Mr. Crazy, on January 27th at “Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?”, I get my chance to start making things right. It’s time for this foolish girl to put aside childish ways and become a woman, and Zargnax, I can’t think of any better way to start than to take your fucking head off with a Holy Guacamole or bash your stinking face in with my hockey stick. Leaving you in a pool of your own green blood will be very satisfying and if I have to break my hockey stick across Mr. Crazy’s shins, that’s fine too.
Beating you two won’t make up for what happened to Tiggie, but it’s a good start. It’s just a shame, Zargnax, because I used to think you were cute…
See ya in New York!
If only I hadn’t become obsessed with Woody. Stupid! Who falls for a six foot tall wooden man? Apparently I do. Stupid! That’s why Tiggie and Charlie didn’t want me on his team. They knew the truth; my obsession was a determent to the team. It cost Brute and me our debut match at “Tijuana Takeout”, it cost us the Gravied Alive match at “Hell Comes to Pollomania”, and despite the fact I didn’t get pinned in our match, it led to us losing at “Eggs Over Big Easy”. I couldn’t even lead those morons, Things One and Two, to victory at “So It’s Come to This” because I was still feeling dejected. Well, maybe I can’t blame myself for those losers poor performance, Daddy does say, “you can polish a turd all you want but it’s still a turd”, but you get my point. With the exception of winning the Three Cup Trios Tournament with Tiggie and Brute, I’ve a dismal failure. So is it any wonder why my own brother and allies wouldn’t want me on their team for the biggest match of the season?
So there I was, watching the Pollo Playhouse match feeling absolutely bummed out when I saw Zargnax, one of the wrestlers my brother and Charlie picked over me, shoot a fireball at my brother. I heard how the fans began cheering while he rolled around in pain after his face was burning and I felt sick to my stomach. I know he’s not going to get any sympathy from the fans after everything he did, but he’s my brother for fucking loud.
It was at that point that I realized that I had failed my brother. If I had taken this whole wrestling thing more seriously, maybe if I had been more concerned about winning matches instead of trying to get friendly with a piece of oak, maybe if I wasn’t such a foolish girl, my brother would have picked me instead of that dumb alien.
It’s all my fault.
Zarganx, Mr. Crazy, on January 27th at “Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?”, I get my chance to start making things right. It’s time for this foolish girl to put aside childish ways and become a woman, and Zargnax, I can’t think of any better way to start than to take your fucking head off with a Holy Guacamole or bash your stinking face in with my hockey stick. Leaving you in a pool of your own green blood will be very satisfying and if I have to break my hockey stick across Mr. Crazy’s shins, that’s fine too.
Beating you two won’t make up for what happened to Tiggie, but it’s a good start. It’s just a shame, Zargnax, because I used to think you were cute…
See ya in New York!