Post by Broski Jayden on Jan 14, 2018 22:22:12 GMT
I am a Father. I am a Wrestler. Tattooed filth as most would say. Deadbeat dad, others proclaim. Six years ago, Standing in front of an old balding Judge with a disdain for tattoos and wrestling, hell probably men in general, I lost my world, so that I could support it. Tanna, The womb that my girl, Kendra escaped from, took my at the time newborn baby girl away from me. She wanted money, and Jim, her yoga instructor. The Judge gave her all this and more. As my job requires me to travel, As my image that of distortion, as my body a canvas, I was seen as an unfit parent but forced to pay her half my pay checks. I care not aboot the money. Naw, but I would love to see my precious one, to make sure she knows her father. I have sent her tapes of my events, but her mother sends them back. Tanna wrote me once, Jimbo is Kendra's father now she claims. Tells me to go to hell. My brother tells me to follow him to the depths of the dime-mennsions as well. To the brink of sanity and back I shall take my body, my fract-tured mind and soul, to regain that which I have lost. Bruuuuthur Frenches and I, Broski Jayden have traveled those said dime-mensions to a place filled with time travel women plagued with a curious case of Benjamin buttons, a place with smartest Joe’s from the land filled with thunder down under! This NEW BLOOD mixed with the remains of the b-negitive of another defunct place known as UCI which was in fact the recycled Blood of a dank and dark place of greens and trolls. It is filled with new faces and confused Aliens and, pay attention this is where it gets FANTAZZAMLE!!!! A man with a thirst for vio-lence. Pride in death. Pride in BLOOD! Victer, er Vincent shall be Proud of my brother and I when the The Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles take on and render smart joes Démodé! We shall take The Grade A Veal. Veal, Smartest of Joes, you are at a disadvantage my mates. AS the Razzle Dazzlers of Fantazzmagazzles isn't just a mouthful that makes you giggle every time you say our names, No no no, we are a mouthful that delivers satisfactory ever time right on the chin! Grade D Veal is a young large man at 6’, unless my brother is right and he mis-took his height for dick size, I see very little to be impressed with. I AM one and one tenth of a Daniel Radcliffe mate! No one one this planet, or in the multiversal existence can intimidate Broski Jayden or Brother Frenchie mate! What is that leech in the back ground for? Are not managers there to talk, to manage, or is he just there, here, everywhere for the menajahtwa that is Smartest of Joes and Veal of the Grade A, and Defeat. Brother Frenches and I have Lived many past lives, some less and others more. Do you know what it is like to have a multiplex, a multiverse, a multitood of past personas pressing at your brains threads, just waiting to explode forth into a joyous frazzlment of ecstasy? Smartest of Joes knows. He, just as We, have walked the path that brothers do only to be smitten down by those not as smart as he. Just as the Veal of Grade D shall after their team has been dis-mantled and left Passe!
I am hanging upside down from the rafters of what looks to be an old barn. As I speak, I do crunches and my Mohawk never loses it form, much like I.
Smartest of Joes and Grade D Veal do you even truly exist if you exist for truly nothing? What is your existence based around? I, I do this for family. Grade D, let one guess you do it for money or to inflict pain? Money is an abstract concept made up by mere mortals, a concept that does not last the Millennia. Smartest of Smarts. Baby Kangaroo, do you do what you do just simply to fit in? Or do you do what you do simply for fun? We do this not only for survival of our own physical being but the survival of the multiverse! Time to end the smartest of Joes and his Grade D Veal.
I am hanging upside down from the rafters of what looks to be an old barn. As I speak, I do crunches and my Mohawk never loses it form, much like I.
Smartest of Joes and Grade D Veal do you even truly exist if you exist for truly nothing? What is your existence based around? I, I do this for family. Grade D, let one guess you do it for money or to inflict pain? Money is an abstract concept made up by mere mortals, a concept that does not last the Millennia. Smartest of Smarts. Baby Kangaroo, do you do what you do just simply to fit in? Or do you do what you do simply for fun? We do this not only for survival of our own physical being but the survival of the multiverse! Time to end the smartest of Joes and his Grade D Veal.