Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2015 19:49:58 GMT
Dear Diary,
Seven days have passed since my legs were locked onto his. He arched back, my chin in his clutch, and he pulled... and pulled... and pulled. I tapped out.
Not this time.
One hour has passed since my legs were locked onto his. He arched back, my chin in his clutch, and he pulled... and pulled... and pulled. I didn't give up. Nope. I won.
I won the Supremo Championship.
I walked back down the aisle a nervous, anxious wreck. I had my monkey's hand in my left and a well earned strap of gold in my right. The crowd were applauding, the crew were applauding and when I went backstage even the staff were applauding. I felt like an A list actor on premiere night. I was shaking more than the cute girls in that Taylor Swift video... which is a great tune by the way. Shake it off... Shake it off... If anyone finds and reads this after I'm gone I hope Youtube's still around. Go watch it! On the off chance I become a goth in 2020, future Willie, if you're feeling all emotional and don't know why it's those tight trousers that're making you cry!
Anyway!
I was getting out of the shower where I sneakily took a few selfies with my belt. I sent a few picture messages on Friendface to some of the animals back in New York but they didn't reply. They never do these days they must be on that AppWhats or something. As I was getting changed there was a knock on my door.
'Just a second!' Ooh a visitor! I scurried around finding my uniform. They might be XXL but there was a lot of steam and it took longer than you'd think. Looking like my old self I opened the door expecting El Senor or Super Pollo to be stood with a celebratory cake with my face on it. Instead it was some little kid with a Larry Sangestino t-shirt on!
'Umm... Hello Mr Willie' he stuttered.
Who was this kid? Mr Willie is what I renamed Mr Peepee! It wasn't right!
'Can I get your autograph please?'. He had his Tatsu VIP badge so I guess the company were selling a meet the wrestlers ticket. He held out his pen and paper as my heart was racing. This kid is my fan! 'What's your name?' I asked. 'Michael' he replied. I wrote him a message from the heart. Something he'd remember.
'When I grow up I want to be just like you Mr Willie. I wanna be the champion too!' he said.
'You will be buddy. You can be anything you want to be.' I proudly claimed. 'Yeah-no! There's Larry Sangestino!' and there he went. My first fan left me in the cold for some relic of a man. God damnit.
I tried posing with the belt a bit more but it doesn't fit me. I hope nobody notices. Title on shoulder pictures are cool though.
Seven days have passed since my legs were locked onto his. He arched back, my chin in his clutch, and he pulled... and pulled... and pulled. I tapped out.
Not this time.
One hour has passed since my legs were locked onto his. He arched back, my chin in his clutch, and he pulled... and pulled... and pulled. I didn't give up. Nope. I won.
I won the Supremo Championship.
I walked back down the aisle a nervous, anxious wreck. I had my monkey's hand in my left and a well earned strap of gold in my right. The crowd were applauding, the crew were applauding and when I went backstage even the staff were applauding. I felt like an A list actor on premiere night. I was shaking more than the cute girls in that Taylor Swift video... which is a great tune by the way. Shake it off... Shake it off... If anyone finds and reads this after I'm gone I hope Youtube's still around. Go watch it! On the off chance I become a goth in 2020, future Willie, if you're feeling all emotional and don't know why it's those tight trousers that're making you cry!
Anyway!
I was getting out of the shower where I sneakily took a few selfies with my belt. I sent a few picture messages on Friendface to some of the animals back in New York but they didn't reply. They never do these days they must be on that AppWhats or something. As I was getting changed there was a knock on my door.
'Just a second!' Ooh a visitor! I scurried around finding my uniform. They might be XXL but there was a lot of steam and it took longer than you'd think. Looking like my old self I opened the door expecting El Senor or Super Pollo to be stood with a celebratory cake with my face on it. Instead it was some little kid with a Larry Sangestino t-shirt on!
'Umm... Hello Mr Willie' he stuttered.
Who was this kid? Mr Willie is what I renamed Mr Peepee! It wasn't right!
'Can I get your autograph please?'. He had his Tatsu VIP badge so I guess the company were selling a meet the wrestlers ticket. He held out his pen and paper as my heart was racing. This kid is my fan! 'What's your name?' I asked. 'Michael' he replied. I wrote him a message from the heart. Something he'd remember.
'When I grow up I want to be just like you Mr Willie. I wanna be the champion too!' he said.
'You will be buddy. You can be anything you want to be.' I proudly claimed. 'Yeah-no! There's Larry Sangestino!' and there he went. My first fan left me in the cold for some relic of a man. God damnit.
I tried posing with the belt a bit more but it doesn't fit me. I hope nobody notices. Title on shoulder pictures are cool though.