RagnarokIV
Battlebus imprisoning me \m/ >.< \m/
My 8 year old son has held the undisputed household championship for too long so I decided now is the time to take the belt.
So I have a new move that I call the Tripple Cripple - it's a Crippler Crossface but I rapidly alternate sides three times meaning my son gets confused and flustered - but ultimately triple crippled and no option but to tap out.
I made sure it was a sanctioned match and I took the belt. Winner winner chicken dinner? Well it gets complicated.
To celebrate defeating this little knob job I decided to have a few drinks. I wasn't alone, I had a session with Jim Beam, Jack Daniels and our famous pet Grouse.
After the post-match party my son asked me how do you do that move? So I explained, well son it's a variation of a Chris Benoit move.
"Who's Chris Benoit?"
Well, he's this guy who was really good but got brain damaged and decided to kill his child and wife with triple cripples and a shotgun. Then we celebrated his life on the next RAW but then we realized maybe we shoudln't and then we deleted him from life and history. But now I think we should celebrate him because we understand mental health, retard and all that stuff a bit more.
Anyway, next day and now my son is really scared of me powerbombing him and won't let me Tripple Cripple him or hit him with a Spanish Fly anymore.
Did my alcoholism mess up our pro wrestling relationship? What should I say to him, or should I just hold the title in his face and laugh until he overcomes his fear and commits to doing a backstage assault on me?
So I have a new move that I call the Tripple Cripple - it's a Crippler Crossface but I rapidly alternate sides three times meaning my son gets confused and flustered - but ultimately triple crippled and no option but to tap out.
I made sure it was a sanctioned match and I took the belt. Winner winner chicken dinner? Well it gets complicated.
To celebrate defeating this little knob job I decided to have a few drinks. I wasn't alone, I had a session with Jim Beam, Jack Daniels and our famous pet Grouse.
After the post-match party my son asked me how do you do that move? So I explained, well son it's a variation of a Chris Benoit move.
"Who's Chris Benoit?"
Well, he's this guy who was really good but got brain damaged and decided to kill his child and wife with triple cripples and a shotgun. Then we celebrated his life on the next RAW but then we realized maybe we shoudln't and then we deleted him from life and history. But now I think we should celebrate him because we understand mental health, retard and all that stuff a bit more.
Anyway, next day and now my son is really scared of me powerbombing him and won't let me Tripple Cripple him or hit him with a Spanish Fly anymore.
Did my alcoholism mess up our pro wrestling relationship? What should I say to him, or should I just hold the title in his face and laugh until he overcomes his fear and commits to doing a backstage assault on me?
