Post by Loco on Sept 3, 2015 22:46:45 GMT -5
So, we had a little fun at the last Trauma. We being me and Jase of course, but unlike in years past, we did share this one with our friends The Late Night Express and Nathan. OHHHH the joy that was felt when Justin went stumbling into the steel steps and crème ala Grimm was left in the ring fighting for his sad little life. I don’t know what was funnier, Justin’s….Faltered attempt to get me back, or the fact he was treated like a fruit roll up and defeated one….two….three. The greatness, the chaos, what could any of our great fans would approve, when The Black Hand…well, the so-called Revelation, were shown that Tha UnHoly Alliance make better partners than we do punching bags. Grimm and Stormm made their beds when they decided to stick their noses in were it definitely doesn’t belong, or wanted. Justin knows of our character, he should have warned Grimm something like that would happen. Then again, with Justin’s big ego for being the best, I wouldn’t be surprised if the thought of it happening, was clouded. He doesn’t seem to be too focused on his opponents too much anymore, that is why he went to suckle at Sadistic’s teat.
”AHAHAHA”
I couldn’t help but to laugh at that, while I stood here looking out of the window, waiting for two arrivals in my life to show up. I heard my daughter Monica, walking towards me, telling me of something that she was reading on some social media crap that she is into.
Monica- Daddy look.
She showed me her phone with something opened.
Monica- Everyone is talking about the match you had, it was trending number one on my Twitter Page.
”Twitterpated?” Since when have you started dating? What is his name? I want to know!”
Now I know how Jase felt about when Kristen had a secret love. Now one of MY DAUGHTERS is twitterpated.
Monica- *giggling* No Daddy, not twitterpated, you’ve being watching Bambi too much. Twitter Page, it is where you can leave short messages and join conversations with other people with hashtagging events and stuff.
I turned my attention towards her, after hearing what I did.
”Hashing? Why are you on a program with people who do drugs? I thought we’ve taught you better than that young lady.
Monica- No Dad, I’m not using drugs and this has nothing to do with anyone using hash. You hash tag something you like. You want to join into the conversation?
I took a look at what she was talking about and seen all these little conversations that had these weird looking words or something. When asked what they were, she laughed at me and said.
Monica- They're abbreviations for words, due to the character limits on there.
”So you are telling me that after millions of years of us making a language come to life, you now are not only talking to people on mobile devices, but now you have to shorten up words due to the fact your asses are too lazy to spell? MAN, Albert Einstein was right about the fearing of the day that technology will surpass our human interaction and the world will have a generation of idiots.”
The daggers that were piercing through her eyes, as she looked at me after quoting a brilliant man, could kill. It reminded me of her grandmother. I gasped after thinking that, as I turned and looked back through the window, to see if my company was here. Monica continued on and on about wanting to start me up this Twitter account thing. I told her that I would just stick to My Space and be done with it. Then she told me that people do Facebook now. I told her to go ahead and sign me up, I might as well as humor the lass, since there will be times that I can use this crap to get to spend a little more father-daughter time down the road. Plus, she thinks that she is doing something positive for me, so who am I to bring down the joy of the child? I waited for her to finish, I kept looking out the window, eager like a child, waiting for their parent to come home from work. Or even a faithful dog, awaiting his master appearance. My mind was restless; I couldn’t wait any longer for the guests to arrive. I opened the front door to see if I could hear a vehicle pulling up or not. But my feelings were saddened once there was nothing for my ears to report to my brain.
Monica- Okay Daddy, I have it ready for you.
I took her phone and seen that she started a conversation with me and my next match at Trauma. I see that Tha Alliance has drawn pure bread bona fide Pure Class Wrestling Legend….Non Compos Mentis. A man whom for the longest time I wanted to step into the ring with, but as fate would have it, our paths however, were set in different directions. But now, on this one day, we shall be in the ring together as partners. I knew that he is the current International Champion and a man who has held EVERY championship that Pure Class Wrestling has to offer. The third ever Grand Slam Champion, very impressive I must say and now he stands at the side of Tha UnHoly Alliance against the common enemy. Grimm, Justin and “Slowtime” Michelle Wryght, who is another member of The Black Hand, who recently LOST his championship to a much better qualified person. So here I was, looking at this thing and trying to hashtag something when I turned to Monica and asked how to do so. Her answer confused me, as I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
”How do I hashtag this thing here Sweetheart?”
Monica- It’s right here Daddy.
She pointed to the pound sign.
”That is a pound sign my dear.”
I said, trying to remind the girl.
Monica- No Daddy, it is a pound sign.
”Baby Girl, it is a pound sign, not a hashtag. Or it is called a number sign, or even a tic-tac-toe table. What kind of idiot would call this a hashtag when it is a damn pound sign? Ohh right YOUR GENERATION. THANK YOU PRESIDENT BUSH!!!! Instead of making them take the grade back over until they got it, you HAD to bring in no child left behind. Republicans….God save the Queen from them.”
After I ranted and raved more and more, Monica just took her phone and told me she loved me, but the tone of it was just out of respect and not truly meant. But whatever, I don’t know what the hell this world is coming to. First the declassification of Pluto as a major planet and now the pound sign is a fucking hashtag, much like Nelly Carter, give me a break. So The Black Hand wants another showdown with Tha Alliance again. That is fine, now that we have a tag team partner that will stand up against that pack of pussies. Non Compos Mentis has nothing to worry about, he didn’t attack us like Revelation did, and so we will stand by his side and fight with him against this crap known as the hand. Now Blowtime wants to bring his ass to the kicking, that is fine, we have no problem with that. The more The Black Hand are in the ring, that only leaves one behind and The (un)Stable will take care of him I am sure. One by one we; shall deal with the people that want to bring us into something that we want nothing to do with. The Black Hand and Tha UnHoly Alliance could have lived in Pure Class Wrestling together, but no. So now they will have to deal with the hand that is given to them. And just when I was about to continue on, the doorbell rung and I realized that I had moved away from the door and quickly walked towards it and opened the door. There stood two figures, one male and one female. I looked to one and then to the other and slowly started to weep.
”Little Brother *pauses and looks over* Little Sister.”
”AHAHAHA”
I couldn’t help but to laugh at that, while I stood here looking out of the window, waiting for two arrivals in my life to show up. I heard my daughter Monica, walking towards me, telling me of something that she was reading on some social media crap that she is into.
Monica- Daddy look.
She showed me her phone with something opened.
Monica- Everyone is talking about the match you had, it was trending number one on my Twitter Page.
”Twitterpated?” Since when have you started dating? What is his name? I want to know!”
Now I know how Jase felt about when Kristen had a secret love. Now one of MY DAUGHTERS is twitterpated.
Monica- *giggling* No Daddy, not twitterpated, you’ve being watching Bambi too much. Twitter Page, it is where you can leave short messages and join conversations with other people with hashtagging events and stuff.
I turned my attention towards her, after hearing what I did.
”Hashing? Why are you on a program with people who do drugs? I thought we’ve taught you better than that young lady.
Monica- No Dad, I’m not using drugs and this has nothing to do with anyone using hash. You hash tag something you like. You want to join into the conversation?
I took a look at what she was talking about and seen all these little conversations that had these weird looking words or something. When asked what they were, she laughed at me and said.
Monica- They're abbreviations for words, due to the character limits on there.
”So you are telling me that after millions of years of us making a language come to life, you now are not only talking to people on mobile devices, but now you have to shorten up words due to the fact your asses are too lazy to spell? MAN, Albert Einstein was right about the fearing of the day that technology will surpass our human interaction and the world will have a generation of idiots.”
The daggers that were piercing through her eyes, as she looked at me after quoting a brilliant man, could kill. It reminded me of her grandmother. I gasped after thinking that, as I turned and looked back through the window, to see if my company was here. Monica continued on and on about wanting to start me up this Twitter account thing. I told her that I would just stick to My Space and be done with it. Then she told me that people do Facebook now. I told her to go ahead and sign me up, I might as well as humor the lass, since there will be times that I can use this crap to get to spend a little more father-daughter time down the road. Plus, she thinks that she is doing something positive for me, so who am I to bring down the joy of the child? I waited for her to finish, I kept looking out the window, eager like a child, waiting for their parent to come home from work. Or even a faithful dog, awaiting his master appearance. My mind was restless; I couldn’t wait any longer for the guests to arrive. I opened the front door to see if I could hear a vehicle pulling up or not. But my feelings were saddened once there was nothing for my ears to report to my brain.
Monica- Okay Daddy, I have it ready for you.
I took her phone and seen that she started a conversation with me and my next match at Trauma. I see that Tha Alliance has drawn pure bread bona fide Pure Class Wrestling Legend….Non Compos Mentis. A man whom for the longest time I wanted to step into the ring with, but as fate would have it, our paths however, were set in different directions. But now, on this one day, we shall be in the ring together as partners. I knew that he is the current International Champion and a man who has held EVERY championship that Pure Class Wrestling has to offer. The third ever Grand Slam Champion, very impressive I must say and now he stands at the side of Tha UnHoly Alliance against the common enemy. Grimm, Justin and “Slowtime” Michelle Wryght, who is another member of The Black Hand, who recently LOST his championship to a much better qualified person. So here I was, looking at this thing and trying to hashtag something when I turned to Monica and asked how to do so. Her answer confused me, as I didn’t know what the hell she was talking about.
”How do I hashtag this thing here Sweetheart?”
Monica- It’s right here Daddy.
She pointed to the pound sign.
”That is a pound sign my dear.”
I said, trying to remind the girl.
Monica- No Daddy, it is a pound sign.
”Baby Girl, it is a pound sign, not a hashtag. Or it is called a number sign, or even a tic-tac-toe table. What kind of idiot would call this a hashtag when it is a damn pound sign? Ohh right YOUR GENERATION. THANK YOU PRESIDENT BUSH!!!! Instead of making them take the grade back over until they got it, you HAD to bring in no child left behind. Republicans….God save the Queen from them.”
After I ranted and raved more and more, Monica just took her phone and told me she loved me, but the tone of it was just out of respect and not truly meant. But whatever, I don’t know what the hell this world is coming to. First the declassification of Pluto as a major planet and now the pound sign is a fucking hashtag, much like Nelly Carter, give me a break. So The Black Hand wants another showdown with Tha Alliance again. That is fine, now that we have a tag team partner that will stand up against that pack of pussies. Non Compos Mentis has nothing to worry about, he didn’t attack us like Revelation did, and so we will stand by his side and fight with him against this crap known as the hand. Now Blowtime wants to bring his ass to the kicking, that is fine, we have no problem with that. The more The Black Hand are in the ring, that only leaves one behind and The (un)Stable will take care of him I am sure. One by one we; shall deal with the people that want to bring us into something that we want nothing to do with. The Black Hand and Tha UnHoly Alliance could have lived in Pure Class Wrestling together, but no. So now they will have to deal with the hand that is given to them. And just when I was about to continue on, the doorbell rung and I realized that I had moved away from the door and quickly walked towards it and opened the door. There stood two figures, one male and one female. I looked to one and then to the other and slowly started to weep.
”Little Brother *pauses and looks over* Little Sister.”