Post by Dagger Dave on Jul 6, 2011 2:36:09 GMT
Pain, misery, depression.
The life of Dave is no easy life. From childhood to now, he has had no one to count on, no one to look for help. Dad was a bitch, didn’t wanna be apart of his life. Mom couldn’t support him, left for dad. Fucked up world, isn’t it? Sometimes you wonder why some people deserve this. Starting on the streets, Dave was 5.
Placed in an orphanage, cause that would help. Kids tried picking on him, mistake number one. Kids isolated from him, mistake number two. Kids burned his mother’s picture, mistake number three. Dave retaliated; hit the kids in their face. Orphanage was strict, kicked Dave out. Back on the streets, Dave was 14.
Nobody wanted him, saw him as trash. Found his own work, bag boy for a grocery store. Minimum wage, gave him food and clothes. Maybe his life was turning right-side up. Grocery store burned down, racketeering faggots. Just his luck, something had to go wrong. With nothing to go on, Dave was 17.
He needed a job, anything would do. Dave saw a TV from a window, wrestling was on the screen. He found something he enjoyed, something he wanted to do. Dave was going to do it, no matter what anyone said. Applied at a local wrestling organization, said he was too small. Dave was rejected, who would have guessed? Still down on his luck, Dave was 19.
He lifted for wrestling, his goals in sight. Never got what he wanted, the time was now. He came back stronger, them all impressed. He was signed to a small contract, finally given a chance. But Dave was arrogant, an impatient fool. Was not given an opportunity, and quit not too long after. He had stopped caring about people, about the world. He moved to San Diego, looking for new work. Dave was 20.
Dave was signed quickly, a regional place. He was given a shot, one he would take. He proved his abilities, but his attitude was a problem. Dave injured his opponents, drove wrestlers away. They found him a place better, but they wanted him gone. Dave didn’t care, he had become self-centered. These fucking people did to him, so they are to blame. All he wanted was a family, maybe some friends. But he was alone, and alone he would be. Dave was 24.
Wrestling everywhere, Dave learned some tricks. He learned how to be dirtier, something that made him despised. What should he care? No one wanted him. They tried to get rid of him, didn’t think he was anyone. But he soon found a new place, one that caught his tastes. Fantasy Wrestling Federation, this could be it. Time to rise to the top, who was going to stop him? No one that cared, cause there were none that cared. Fuck the fans, and all these wrestlers. Dave is 27, and his journey starts now.
What will the next chapter hold?
The life of Dave is no easy life. From childhood to now, he has had no one to count on, no one to look for help. Dad was a bitch, didn’t wanna be apart of his life. Mom couldn’t support him, left for dad. Fucked up world, isn’t it? Sometimes you wonder why some people deserve this. Starting on the streets, Dave was 5.
Placed in an orphanage, cause that would help. Kids tried picking on him, mistake number one. Kids isolated from him, mistake number two. Kids burned his mother’s picture, mistake number three. Dave retaliated; hit the kids in their face. Orphanage was strict, kicked Dave out. Back on the streets, Dave was 14.
Nobody wanted him, saw him as trash. Found his own work, bag boy for a grocery store. Minimum wage, gave him food and clothes. Maybe his life was turning right-side up. Grocery store burned down, racketeering faggots. Just his luck, something had to go wrong. With nothing to go on, Dave was 17.
He needed a job, anything would do. Dave saw a TV from a window, wrestling was on the screen. He found something he enjoyed, something he wanted to do. Dave was going to do it, no matter what anyone said. Applied at a local wrestling organization, said he was too small. Dave was rejected, who would have guessed? Still down on his luck, Dave was 19.
He lifted for wrestling, his goals in sight. Never got what he wanted, the time was now. He came back stronger, them all impressed. He was signed to a small contract, finally given a chance. But Dave was arrogant, an impatient fool. Was not given an opportunity, and quit not too long after. He had stopped caring about people, about the world. He moved to San Diego, looking for new work. Dave was 20.
Dave was signed quickly, a regional place. He was given a shot, one he would take. He proved his abilities, but his attitude was a problem. Dave injured his opponents, drove wrestlers away. They found him a place better, but they wanted him gone. Dave didn’t care, he had become self-centered. These fucking people did to him, so they are to blame. All he wanted was a family, maybe some friends. But he was alone, and alone he would be. Dave was 24.
Wrestling everywhere, Dave learned some tricks. He learned how to be dirtier, something that made him despised. What should he care? No one wanted him. They tried to get rid of him, didn’t think he was anyone. But he soon found a new place, one that caught his tastes. Fantasy Wrestling Federation, this could be it. Time to rise to the top, who was going to stop him? No one that cared, cause there were none that cared. Fuck the fans, and all these wrestlers. Dave is 27, and his journey starts now.
What will the next chapter hold?
