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Post by MasterEvil on Aug 18, 2016 1:00:59 GMT
YES, I'M TROUBLE. . .
BUT YOU LOVE ME FOR IT
DAT SPEARa blog written by @millasheva & spellchecked by @lavoie The crunch of his boot meeting my face still echoes through my mind when I close my eyes, as if it was only yesterday when it was actually two or so years ago when it happened. I was young, stupid and inexperienced in the world of professional wrestling. A man threatened an interviewer and was even set on punching her straight in the face. So I ever so foolishly decided to not only get involved but also catch the guy’s fist before he could land the blow to the woman’s face. The next thing I knew I found myself not only blindsided by that guy but also beaten down until I couldn’t fight back.
CRUNCH!
Then it happened. His boot…the brick wall…and my head caught in between. I don’t remember anything visual, neither do I remember any source of pain, but that one sound still haunts me whenever I close my eyes. Either to not get blinded by the sun, to sleep with my lovely husband and with every blink I take I can hear that crunch over, and over, and over again. If anything I may end up being driven insane by the time I reach forty because of that.
Though having both your cheekbones shattered isn’t something one would forget after being told about it, especially when having the reconstructive facial surgery right afterwards explained to me in complete detail. Yet the absolute worst part of this entire ordeal…is that I can’t even remember the name of the guy who attacked me, as well as his appearance. So, afraid of the possibility of meeting that guy – whatever he looks like – again and uncertain of the stability of my own face, I chose to retire from professional wrestling.
However, just like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I can’t seem to avoid wrestling forever. If anything…I’ve been missing it…all the times I’ve SPEARed people down and out. Which was why – a few months ago – I asked Chris Middley, my old trainer, to train me back up again from scratch as well as why I’ve signed a contract with World Wrestling Headquarters. Luckily for me I’ve managed to sign up in time to join this Shogun tournament and my preliminary round opponents are some Danish chick and some American wanting to represent an inferior African country because twenty other berks want to represent America.
So say that I’m dismayed by the quality of my opposition would be a major understatement.
No, it isn’t me being egotistical or anything…it is just me being completely honest to you all, dear readers. Neither of them are worth my time, like neither of them are worth a breath of Ukrainian air, so I won’t bother wasting anyone’s time and simply SPEAR them both down for the three count.
Don’t believe me?
Fool.
I’ll show you all why you should believe my words.
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