Post by biggles on Mar 23, 2008 21:49:12 GMT -5
How do you define greatness? Perseverance when pressure boils up like a volcano about to explode, only for the final blow to your opponent to finish him off.
Greatness is personified when men, women, warriors come through when the pressure is on them. When everything is against them to lose, to die, to fail. And then they come through in the end. It's a rare thing to have, that "it" factor. You hardly ever see it in a wrestling organization. But when it comes, it hit's you like an epiphany. You realize that this is the one. The prodigal son everybody has been waiting for...
Unfortunately, this is not that man....
The snow is falling, and it really is a beautiful sight. Biggles is lounging in his log cabin located in the boonies somewhere in Montana. He is looking out the window as he follows the snowflakes as they hit the ground. His pet Zeus the ferret is sitting on his couch. Before you judge on what's about to happen, just remember...Biggles may appear normal by this narration, but he isn't. Oh oh OH!
*In an english accent* Biggles, I know this is tough. But when are you going to realize that you must go back to wrestling? This is the good life, I admit. But without wrestling, you go mad. We all know this.
After the death of Lefty...After that SON OF A BITCH slammed her with a chair...I can't go back. No possible way. I have nothing left, Zeus. Nothing left but you.
Wrong, Biggles. Lefty was your love, yes. But she was also your LEFT HAND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! And now you're talking to a ferret! You're going insane!
I know this must be very confusing for all of you. Let me explain some holes... You see, Biggles was always under the impression that his left hand was his girlfriend. That was his character, but it was also harsh reality. Until that dreadful night when his bitter enemy destroyed Lefty, destroyed him, and now he is hibernating somewhere in Montana. Leaving everything behind. It was hard at first, but he got accustomed to it. Now, he's worse than ever. Depressed, and lonely. He has tried therapy, but nothing works. He even tried to commit suicide once by drowning hisself in bull ****. Illusions of what life should be with his love, Lefty. But it didn't work, it was like 5 consecutive bad trips on acid. His mind is a fragile eggshell that nothing, nobody can help cure.
What happens Zeus? What happens if I go back to wrestling, and someone else gets hurt? What if YOU'RE next? What happens if Anjelica dies? My lovely, 250 pound of chocolate love?
Enter, Anjelica
WAZZZZZZZZZZUP HOMIE FRIES? How my biznitches doin' yo? Cause my name be steadfast as I break fast on yo BITCH ASS!
Anjelica, ha ha ha. Now, she is actually real. Biggles met her somewhere at a donkey show in Montana. It was love at first sight. Now, if she happened to die at the hands of another wrestler, Biggles would probably lose it before anything was gained. THAT is what is holding him back...
I understand what you are going through Biggles But, I think I have found something that very well might interest you. You see, I know how sad, lonely and depressed you are. Even with your new love, I can always tell when you are down. That's why I made two very important calls. One, to WFWF, a wrestling organization a friend of mine is in. And two, to your long lost friend...Chris G.
Chris G is dead, dunky derr. He is also a person that I lost in the wrestling bizz. Of course, that wasn't wrestling it was Doofinators Deathmatch, but STILL!
You stupid muf*cker! That was Chris G's step brother's son that ended up being his uncles step father that was actually his sister's boyfriend's baby's mama. Y'all so white.
You see Biggles. Wrestling is the only thing that keeps you sane, so what do you say? Are you in?
Come on baby, I can protect myself, and if anyone touches Zeus, I'll eat their FOOKING BRAINS!
Anjelica, you're balck, not canadian. And I suppose I will join...
Good! Because you're already in a battle royal!
WHAT THE
trix !
As the cursing continues, and Biggles lets out his anger, he starts packing his bags and starts to leave his homely cabin in Montana. Where his story begins....
Greatness is personified when men, women, warriors come through when the pressure is on them. When everything is against them to lose, to die, to fail. And then they come through in the end. It's a rare thing to have, that "it" factor. You hardly ever see it in a wrestling organization. But when it comes, it hit's you like an epiphany. You realize that this is the one. The prodigal son everybody has been waiting for...
Unfortunately, this is not that man....
The snow is falling, and it really is a beautiful sight. Biggles is lounging in his log cabin located in the boonies somewhere in Montana. He is looking out the window as he follows the snowflakes as they hit the ground. His pet Zeus the ferret is sitting on his couch. Before you judge on what's about to happen, just remember...Biggles may appear normal by this narration, but he isn't. Oh oh OH!
*In an english accent* Biggles, I know this is tough. But when are you going to realize that you must go back to wrestling? This is the good life, I admit. But without wrestling, you go mad. We all know this.
After the death of Lefty...After that SON OF A BITCH slammed her with a chair...I can't go back. No possible way. I have nothing left, Zeus. Nothing left but you.
Wrong, Biggles. Lefty was your love, yes. But she was also your LEFT HAND FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! And now you're talking to a ferret! You're going insane!
I know this must be very confusing for all of you. Let me explain some holes... You see, Biggles was always under the impression that his left hand was his girlfriend. That was his character, but it was also harsh reality. Until that dreadful night when his bitter enemy destroyed Lefty, destroyed him, and now he is hibernating somewhere in Montana. Leaving everything behind. It was hard at first, but he got accustomed to it. Now, he's worse than ever. Depressed, and lonely. He has tried therapy, but nothing works. He even tried to commit suicide once by drowning hisself in bull ****. Illusions of what life should be with his love, Lefty. But it didn't work, it was like 5 consecutive bad trips on acid. His mind is a fragile eggshell that nothing, nobody can help cure.
What happens Zeus? What happens if I go back to wrestling, and someone else gets hurt? What if YOU'RE next? What happens if Anjelica dies? My lovely, 250 pound of chocolate love?
Enter, Anjelica
WAZZZZZZZZZZUP HOMIE FRIES? How my biznitches doin' yo? Cause my name be steadfast as I break fast on yo BITCH ASS!
Anjelica, ha ha ha. Now, she is actually real. Biggles met her somewhere at a donkey show in Montana. It was love at first sight. Now, if she happened to die at the hands of another wrestler, Biggles would probably lose it before anything was gained. THAT is what is holding him back...
I understand what you are going through Biggles But, I think I have found something that very well might interest you. You see, I know how sad, lonely and depressed you are. Even with your new love, I can always tell when you are down. That's why I made two very important calls. One, to WFWF, a wrestling organization a friend of mine is in. And two, to your long lost friend...Chris G.
Chris G is dead, dunky derr. He is also a person that I lost in the wrestling bizz. Of course, that wasn't wrestling it was Doofinators Deathmatch, but STILL!
You stupid muf*cker! That was Chris G's step brother's son that ended up being his uncles step father that was actually his sister's boyfriend's baby's mama. Y'all so white.
You see Biggles. Wrestling is the only thing that keeps you sane, so what do you say? Are you in?
Come on baby, I can protect myself, and if anyone touches Zeus, I'll eat their FOOKING BRAINS!
Anjelica, you're balck, not canadian. And I suppose I will join...
Good! Because you're already in a battle royal!
WHAT THE
trix ! As the cursing continues, and Biggles lets out his anger, he starts packing his bags and starts to leave his homely cabin in Montana. Where his story begins....
