FDS RP: Living the life like Obo

Life is just what? A time waster until the afterlife? What is the whole idea between life? Really, is it something we should cherish? At all? Think about it. Why do babies come out of their mother crying up a storm instead of giggling or smiling about? I shall tell you why. Life was made for people to suffer then die. That's basically it. What is there in life to go crazy about? Ooh a new video game you buy? New cars, new spouses, new branches of the family, new home, new position at work. What do all these things have in common?

All these things will come with time. Just like gray hairs and possibly wisdom. Sadly though, with all of the things listed, not much in the world will ever have the satisfaction. Not just the satisfaction of enjoying live with glitz, glamor, and prizes, but enjoy life. They will never have satisfaction of being the best. I am the best of the best and I proudly admit it.

I am Miguel Sanchez. I am a WFWF superstar. I am the man who will be the next WFWF World Champion and I will be the first World Champion of the higher authority era. I am the best at the game right now and I proudly admit it.

There is nothing anybody can do to stop this new found momentum that I have in my hands right now. I truly feel that WFWF owners, Reverend Shadow and Tha CBT can put any obstacle in front of me. I've dined with the devil and ate with Kings and Queens. Felo-de-se is an archaic legal term meaning suicide. Suicide is the only drug I do not seek, but it is the risk that I will take just to get my hands on some WFWF gold. I am The Sinner and I proudly admit it

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I woke up this morning. I sat up right out of my bed and scratched my face viciously. It's this, "If you want to beat your opponent, you have to be your opponent" kind of thing that I have been trying out. So basically, the whole week up until the match, I will have to jump off of high crap, bust lightubes over myself, and torture and maybe maul small, defenseless animals. What kind of jackass that doesn't value life and has the biggest time to waste would do all this crap? Obo is ing ridiculous.

Flashback
I was sitting in my basement at the old, beat up table and a folding chair. Dust was every were. Right behind me was the beat up, ed up stairs that I should have been fixing right now, but who gives a . It's my house and I will do whatever I want with it. So I sit there with a small knife in my hand. Right ahead of me is a small mouse hanging from the small rope that I hung from a bar of wood on the ceiling. It was squirming and trying to get it's way up to the rope. I'm so stupid. I put a piece of tape labeled OBO around it's waist.


I took the knife and I kept poking it in the back with it. I kept on yelling

"Ya like that Obo! Huh?!"

I'm not so sure what the I took that day, but I was really messed up. This like day one of the "Thinking like Obo" thing.

Day two was the day where I drove over to home depot bought like 50 light tubes. I remember when one of the attendants came and asked me if I was just some garbage backyard wrestler or something. I just told him that I was just trying to act like one. So I came home, and laid it all down right in front of my doorway. I ran down the hall and got the ladder. I needed it out that day for two reasons.

1) I was putting up new drapes on the big windows and

2) A whole bunch of stupid crap.

So I set up the ladder a few feet away from the perfectly lined up lightubes on my floor. I climb up the ladder half way up and I leap down with a senton splash. That crap ing hurt like hell. I had to go to the hospital to get some glass out of my back, ass and legs and get some stitches. As I was walking out of the hospital, I was chanting in my head

"He's hardcore! He's hardcore!"

Day three was when I went to sleep and put a whole bunch of thumbtacks in my bed. If Obo can do this crap so can I!

I spent my whole week ing around like Obo. The only reason why I'm actually doing this is because I want to win. I will win. I won't take no for an answer. I worked too hard my whole ing live for this. I've been through too much. My first title in this company will be the World Heavyweight Championship. I will make goddamn sure of if. It's about time some new blood gets into the title picture.

All these vets should take their pills and sit the down. This is the new breed's time to shine! It's time for me, Miguel Sanchez to get in there and claim what I paid my dues for. What I did for 2 damn years just to break in to this business should now be rewarded and paid in full. It's about time I get what I deserved and that is world title gold. You can be a fake preacher and still get your word around. You can be a garbage, talent less, hardcore wrestler and still get honor and you can be a man who works hard and takes crap.

I am that man who worked hard an took crap. Time for a new Phoenix to arise. The flaming latino bird with gold tips and gold around it's waist.