Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2021 11:08:56 GMT -5
Tiny’s Diary (offcam)
Hi diary! Socksworth says writing down things I feel and think and see is a good way to make sure I never forget nothing. So I said I’d try. Feels a bit silly though, just writing things when I could be talking and telling Sammy or Tommy all this. But Socksworth says sometimes it’s better to keep things to myself. I don’t know why but Socksworth has never lied to me.
Wrasslin is fun. Even if Ricky was a meanie and tried to steal Socksworth for good. But I became the hero of UPRISING and got Socksworth back! He’s my sidekick you know, I had to save him. After that I haven’t wrassled at all. Tommy says its because I have to share the attention. So him and Sammy have been doin the wrasslin. They had a good match with the scary looking but ultimately nice Enigma. I liked him. Still don’t understand how someone so scary looking can be so nice
I felt a bit sad that I didn’t get to wrassle, but Sammy said I was the secret weapon! That I would wrassle when Sammy and Tommy are in trouble. But how can I be a secret when everyone saw me wrassle Ricky? I don’t know. Socksworth says Sammy has a point so I just trusted him.
This time we are wrasslin the man who wears makeup and the pig lady. I feel bad for the make up wearing man… He looks so sad all the time. I just want to make him smile. Socksworth says that I shouldn’t bother him, that he has problems with someone else. But seeing someone look so sad all the time makes me feel sad… I hope the pig lady can cheer him up! She’s pretty. And pigs are cute! But she’s been so mean… I don’t know how I should feel about her.
Sammy says I should just stay away from the pig lady. That she might be pretty but she’s “a few hens short of a coop”. I don’t know why Sammy said that. She’s a pig lady, not a chicken lady. But I don’t know. Socksworth says I shouldn’t overthink it. Thinking too hard makes my head hurt anyway. Sammy and Tommy both say they will be the ones doing the wrasslin again. I just hope they won’t hog the championship belts when we win them. I want my own too! Besides. Tommy doesn’t even wear belts. He uses suspenders. So I’ll take the second belt not him.
But that is all for now. This writing things down thing was fun. I gotta try it again!
Loverboy’s Diary (off-cam)]/u]
Owwww what an idea. Saw Tiny scribblin down stuff on a book an Loverboy just knew he was writin a diary. Didn’t look, of course I didn’t cause that woulda been rude. An that ain’t how Loverboy rolls! But I figured I might aswell do the same thing.
See, here’s the thing. I know Samuel doesn’t think much of me. All he sees is all of Loverboys conquests an all the smoothtalkin he does. Sometimes I feel Samuel thinks I don’t care about Tiny or him. He couldn’t be more wrong. But what can I say, a tiger can’t change its stripes. Loverboy’s always been drawn to the fairer sex. An the fairer sex to Loverboy. But that don’t mean I don’t look after my brothers. Bros before hoes. Now and always, thats how Loverboy rolls.
But this wrasslin business. Yeah, it was my idea. An yeah Tiny almost got hurt. Almost bein the key word here. Loverboy knew Tiny can handle himself, even if rickydicky an his goons almost caught us with our pants down. And not in the good way mind you. Samuel says I don’t care. And it hurt me. It hurt a lot. But I forgave him. Cause that’s what brothers do. He spoke from a place of worry. His words were harsh but thats Samuel for you. He has the subtlety of a jackhammer.
Fortunately that translates well to the wrasslin business. See, Loverboy here is more of a lover. I don’t mind havin to kick some rootybooty if it means standin up to my brothers, or impression a lady. But these hands are made to please, not punish OWWWW. But funny thing is, we are on route to the best thing to use to charm the panties of the ladies. BLING! Tag team championships. We beat the Ring Crew an now we takin on a mishmash team of Matt Knox and the one crazy Loverboy wouldn’t mind stickin a fork in. If ya know what loverboy means.
Puttin those two away in Arkansas-style puts us one step close to actually gettin some bling. Ain’t gonna be easy but hey, easy ain’t worth chasin.
Anyway, time to stop ramblin. Gotta leave some love for another time aight?
Big Sam’s diary (off-cam)
Fucking hell. Tom kept badgering and badgerin and badgerin me to do this. “Ya should write out ya feels. Get it offa ya chest. It’ll do ya good”. Fuckin hell. I let out steam by beatin up some sorry fuckers. But he wouldn’t stop. And Tiny joined in. So here I am. I feel like an idiot. But here I am. Writing down shit on a piece of paper like I was a fuckin shakespeare or something.
Ain’t never been one to mix words. Short and simple. Get the message through. I ain’t got the time nor the patience to talk and talk and talk like some fucks I’ve seen or even Loverboy. Makes me antsy an makes me just wanna punch a wall. I became a trucker just so I didn’t need to put up with idle chatter and dumbfucks ramblin on. An then I went an agreed to this idea by Loverboy.
Fuckin Wrasslin. Sure, it’s nice to get paid for beatin people up. But fucking hell, we barely get into the business an Tiny nearly gets broken by some fucking rat stealin his sockpuppet. Fuck that rat and everyone who’s close with him. Fucking Ricky. He’s the least talented rat in his whole pack of rodents. Though the italian fuck looks more like a roadkilled possum than a rat.
Ahhh fuck it. Ain’t got time to think about those cunts no more. Got more important business to think of. I mean, I got plenty of belts and buckles in my closet. But those gold belts they’re handin out in UPRISING look mighty fine. Maybe people will stop botherin me if I walk around with a piece of hardware that says “I’m a badass asskicker”. I mean goddammit, as much as fightin people is fun, all the pyro and ballyhoo that comes with it, all this fucking twitter business and these “promos” Loverboy insists upon are just gettin on my nerver.
Atleast this time there is real punchable face to fight. Fucking Knox. Dude keeps writing checks his ass can’t cash. Pissing off everyon simply by existing. An that nutcase of a bitch he teams with. Tiny thinks shes pretty and Loverboy, as usual, can only think whats in her pants. Why the fuck do I need to be the fucking voice of reason here? I’m the middle brother goddammit, Loverboy should be the one who deals with this shit, bein oldest and all.
I don’t fucking know. Gonna go to Revolution to kick ass. Who’s ass is really irrelevant. As long as its an ass I can kick.
And incase you’re gonna read this Tom: Fuck you AND your idea. I ain’t doin this again.
Hi diary! Socksworth says writing down things I feel and think and see is a good way to make sure I never forget nothing. So I said I’d try. Feels a bit silly though, just writing things when I could be talking and telling Sammy or Tommy all this. But Socksworth says sometimes it’s better to keep things to myself. I don’t know why but Socksworth has never lied to me.
Wrasslin is fun. Even if Ricky was a meanie and tried to steal Socksworth for good. But I became the hero of UPRISING and got Socksworth back! He’s my sidekick you know, I had to save him. After that I haven’t wrassled at all. Tommy says its because I have to share the attention. So him and Sammy have been doin the wrasslin. They had a good match with the scary looking but ultimately nice Enigma. I liked him. Still don’t understand how someone so scary looking can be so nice
I felt a bit sad that I didn’t get to wrassle, but Sammy said I was the secret weapon! That I would wrassle when Sammy and Tommy are in trouble. But how can I be a secret when everyone saw me wrassle Ricky? I don’t know. Socksworth says Sammy has a point so I just trusted him.
This time we are wrasslin the man who wears makeup and the pig lady. I feel bad for the make up wearing man… He looks so sad all the time. I just want to make him smile. Socksworth says that I shouldn’t bother him, that he has problems with someone else. But seeing someone look so sad all the time makes me feel sad… I hope the pig lady can cheer him up! She’s pretty. And pigs are cute! But she’s been so mean… I don’t know how I should feel about her.
Sammy says I should just stay away from the pig lady. That she might be pretty but she’s “a few hens short of a coop”. I don’t know why Sammy said that. She’s a pig lady, not a chicken lady. But I don’t know. Socksworth says I shouldn’t overthink it. Thinking too hard makes my head hurt anyway. Sammy and Tommy both say they will be the ones doing the wrasslin again. I just hope they won’t hog the championship belts when we win them. I want my own too! Besides. Tommy doesn’t even wear belts. He uses suspenders. So I’ll take the second belt not him.
But that is all for now. This writing things down thing was fun. I gotta try it again!
Loverboy’s Diary (off-cam)]/u]
Owwww what an idea. Saw Tiny scribblin down stuff on a book an Loverboy just knew he was writin a diary. Didn’t look, of course I didn’t cause that woulda been rude. An that ain’t how Loverboy rolls! But I figured I might aswell do the same thing.
See, here’s the thing. I know Samuel doesn’t think much of me. All he sees is all of Loverboys conquests an all the smoothtalkin he does. Sometimes I feel Samuel thinks I don’t care about Tiny or him. He couldn’t be more wrong. But what can I say, a tiger can’t change its stripes. Loverboy’s always been drawn to the fairer sex. An the fairer sex to Loverboy. But that don’t mean I don’t look after my brothers. Bros before hoes. Now and always, thats how Loverboy rolls.
But this wrasslin business. Yeah, it was my idea. An yeah Tiny almost got hurt. Almost bein the key word here. Loverboy knew Tiny can handle himself, even if rickydicky an his goons almost caught us with our pants down. And not in the good way mind you. Samuel says I don’t care. And it hurt me. It hurt a lot. But I forgave him. Cause that’s what brothers do. He spoke from a place of worry. His words were harsh but thats Samuel for you. He has the subtlety of a jackhammer.
Fortunately that translates well to the wrasslin business. See, Loverboy here is more of a lover. I don’t mind havin to kick some rootybooty if it means standin up to my brothers, or impression a lady. But these hands are made to please, not punish OWWWW. But funny thing is, we are on route to the best thing to use to charm the panties of the ladies. BLING! Tag team championships. We beat the Ring Crew an now we takin on a mishmash team of Matt Knox and the one crazy Loverboy wouldn’t mind stickin a fork in. If ya know what loverboy means.
Puttin those two away in Arkansas-style puts us one step close to actually gettin some bling. Ain’t gonna be easy but hey, easy ain’t worth chasin.
Anyway, time to stop ramblin. Gotta leave some love for another time aight?
Big Sam’s diary (off-cam)
Fucking hell. Tom kept badgering and badgerin and badgerin me to do this. “Ya should write out ya feels. Get it offa ya chest. It’ll do ya good”. Fuckin hell. I let out steam by beatin up some sorry fuckers. But he wouldn’t stop. And Tiny joined in. So here I am. I feel like an idiot. But here I am. Writing down shit on a piece of paper like I was a fuckin shakespeare or something.
Ain’t never been one to mix words. Short and simple. Get the message through. I ain’t got the time nor the patience to talk and talk and talk like some fucks I’ve seen or even Loverboy. Makes me antsy an makes me just wanna punch a wall. I became a trucker just so I didn’t need to put up with idle chatter and dumbfucks ramblin on. An then I went an agreed to this idea by Loverboy.
Fuckin Wrasslin. Sure, it’s nice to get paid for beatin people up. But fucking hell, we barely get into the business an Tiny nearly gets broken by some fucking rat stealin his sockpuppet. Fuck that rat and everyone who’s close with him. Fucking Ricky. He’s the least talented rat in his whole pack of rodents. Though the italian fuck looks more like a roadkilled possum than a rat.
Ahhh fuck it. Ain’t got time to think about those cunts no more. Got more important business to think of. I mean, I got plenty of belts and buckles in my closet. But those gold belts they’re handin out in UPRISING look mighty fine. Maybe people will stop botherin me if I walk around with a piece of hardware that says “I’m a badass asskicker”. I mean goddammit, as much as fightin people is fun, all the pyro and ballyhoo that comes with it, all this fucking twitter business and these “promos” Loverboy insists upon are just gettin on my nerver.
Atleast this time there is real punchable face to fight. Fucking Knox. Dude keeps writing checks his ass can’t cash. Pissing off everyon simply by existing. An that nutcase of a bitch he teams with. Tiny thinks shes pretty and Loverboy, as usual, can only think whats in her pants. Why the fuck do I need to be the fucking voice of reason here? I’m the middle brother goddammit, Loverboy should be the one who deals with this shit, bein oldest and all.
I don’t fucking know. Gonna go to Revolution to kick ass. Who’s ass is really irrelevant. As long as its an ass I can kick.
And incase you’re gonna read this Tom: Fuck you AND your idea. I ain’t doin this again.