There is no doubt that the truck makes the man, or, in some cases the woman. In the following section, a wrestling fanatic gives us a peek into the secret world of super small-fandom. And how good truck can make or break a meeting with your favorite superstar. My name is Leslie, and I'm hooked-beat. The first step to recovery is recognizing you have a problem, but frankly, I do not. I love wrestling, wrestlers and everything that goes with this fantastic sport. If watching a wrestling match is a disease, I hope never to find a cure.
I watch all the different organizations fighting on TV, but my favorite has to be our local SABYWFthe southern Arizona Backyard Wrestling Federation. Most of their fights are not really TV, so I'll see em live every chance I get. My girlfriend Kay Kay and I cruise around southern Arizona after the visit and our favorite wrestlers.
Kay Kay-favorite is the Flyin 'Hawaiian, a very large, very muscular wrestler Polynesians who moved to Arizona after a short stint in the army. I find it beautiful and all, but my favorite is Wildcat Jackson. He is a dreamer 6 '7, 325 lb mountain of masculinity that makes women squeal otherwise normal on the site.
After repeatedly trying to meet the Wildcat, I had abandoned all hope of ever knowing. Its director, the fight Jumbo Bad Guy Jenkins, has a policy of letting the fans they are sports backstageunless 38 double-D anyway. Well, one night after the fighting, Kay-Kay and I stopped at 7-11 for some supplies road. And guess who was their to pick up a package of 12-analgesic post-game? True, the Wildcat!
Paralyzed by fear, I did not say something to him. But he was driving 2006 Chevy Silverado, just like me! I could not believe my husband's idol and hope the future has led the same platform as me. Of course, Wildcat raised skyward and equipped with huge mud tires. But it gave me an idea.
According to the timetable SABYWF, the tour was drawing to a backyard in my neighborhood. I decided to lift my truck as Wildcat and facilitate a chance encounter. I thought he could not resist me if he could see what a big fan I am. Thus, Kay-Kay and I sold clothes on E-bay and pooled our paychecks next few buy the kit and tires for lifting my Silverado.
I decided to buy the Rancho Complete Lift Kit. It provides full 4-inches of lift, comes with everything I need and it allows me to drag a knotty set of tires 35 below. Rancho is the number one name in suspension, which has really helped in my decision. We had a little money left by money from the E-bay, so I threw in a set of Bushwacker Fender Flares for polishing up the position of my truck a little. There was no way I could resist Wildcat today.
Fight Night came and I was ready. Kay Kay and I followed Wildcat after the fight, hoping that he went to 7-11 again. Unfortunately, he stopped at the TGIF to pick up his girlfriend. Girlfriend! How could he have a girlfriend? " Without thinking I jumped up on my Silverado and took the girl by the hair. I do not know what got into me, but I lifted her buttocks lean on my head and slammed his body on the pavement. Then I hit the hand-Kay Kay, the tag-team style, and to watch this slut in a sleeper hold.
The next thing I know, Kay-Kay and I are in the back of a police car, arrested for assault and battery. Needless to say, Wildcat have nothing to do with me, at least not until I'm off probation. But in the end, my truck has a lift killer the future and I am still attending the fight SABYWF games where I fight against my beloved idols to victory.