Post by Kimberly Williams on Aug 8, 2014 21:32:54 GMT -5
Famularo Household
Oswego, NY
Jennifer Williams-Famularo found herself gazing out at Lake Ontario on her father in law’s property. She was clad in a red and black triathlete spandex suit. Her eyes were locked solely on the lake and without hesitation she quickly finds herself jumping into the lake, where she begins to swim doing a breast stroke. She moves side to side taking short breaths before she runs out of the lake over to a nearby bicycle. She immediately jumps on it and is about to ride it until she is stopped dead in her tracks by the sounds of some heavy grunting. Grunting, snarling, growling, in front of her was hairy beast known to scare those who tried to invade his property. Grizzly bears, and even the mighty big foot was no match for the beast that stood in front of him.
Clad in an USA flag designed thong and holding a can of beer in his hand was the beast that can only be named as Gib. Gibford Famularo locked eyes with his daughter in law as he slowly brought the beer to his mouth speaking in his hoarse like voice to her.
Gib: Jenny what do you think you are doing?
Jenny’s eyes open wide up as she gazes back at her father in law.
Jenny: Trying to do this whole Triathlon thing. Ever since Xander took it a bit easy on wrestling he’s been getting into this whole being a triathlete ordeal. Always making it a habit to try to finish in the top for his age bracket and what not. Since he seems so into it I figured I would try to make him proud of me, and give it a go. I don’t know how far I will be able to go, I just want to be able to cross the finishing line to say I did it.
Gib however just takes a sip of his beer before he forms a wide grin on his lips.
Gib: Well if you wanted to learn about the art of being a triathlete why didn’t you just go to me? I mastered being a triathlete.
Jenny: Really?! Xander never told me you were into that kind of stuff.
Gib: Well that’s because he doesn’t know anything about that! Besides I don’t have to compete in a triathlon to know what goes down. I mastered the art of being a triple athlete in basement with the maid. There’s three things you should know about being a triathlete.
Jenny giggles as she knows where this conversation may end up going. She smiles warmly looking back at Gib.
Jenny: Oh please enlighten me pops, what does it take to be a triple athlete.
Gib: Well first Jenny you need to learn how to go the distance. Endurance. Remember the art of the grunt and snarl?! Well it’s knowing to keep on going. Whatever you do don’t stop. Stopping in the middle before you finish can cause problems. Some serious problems.
Jenny: Really?!
Gib: Think of climbing a mountain. You just can’t stop half way. You have to keep going. Keep climbing. Keep pushing onward, and whatever you do. Don’t stop! You were meant to explode like a gushing volcano. No one knows when that volcano is going to erupt but you have to let it happen or else bad things will happen.
Jenny: Like the lava burning everyone to a crisp?
Gb: It’s much worse than that Jenny. A pain that can only be describe as blue balls. Do you want Xander to have blue balls Jenny?! That son of mine lacks that Famularo gene of going all the way but even I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. You need to let him finish. You need to let him go all the way.
Jenny nods her head in agreement.
Jenny: Well he does go all the way. He always seems to finish first in the Triathlon. I am the one that seems like I may have issues finishing. Not really use to this type of thing.
Gib: THEN THAT BOY IS DOING IT WRONG!!! It’s essential for the female to finish. Remind me to have a talk with him.
Jenny: Wait… But I am the one that can’t… Nevermind. How about swimming it seems like we covered the running aspect.
Gib: As far as swimming goes. You need to let those bad boys swim. They have to reach the goal Jenny. Do you want them to reach the end zone?! Do you want them to cross the finish line?! Do you want me to become a grandfather?
Jenny giggles again.
Jenny: Well yeah I do want you to become a grandfather but I don’t see how that has anything to do with a triathlon. Any tips on bike riding? That’s the part I am really nervous about.
Gib moans a bit before he looks back into Jenny’s eyes.
Gib: Jenny you don’t have to worry about that part. It should be as easy as riding a bike. After all he’s a Famularo. There are some things that you just can’t teach. Let me ask you a question Jenny how long does it take Xander to usually his triathlon?
Jenny: Well it depends on the size of them. Could be an hour, others could take him an hour and a half..
Gib’s eyes open wide up.
Gib: AN HOUR AND A HALF?! Maybe that boy just might be a Famularo. 90 minutes and you still can’t finish you must be a super freak.
Jenny: Well I am a very kinky girl...The kind you don’t take to your mother.
Gib: I can definitely tell but you are all right with me.
Jenny: Ok enough of the Rick James. Look pops I appreciate you talking up my husband, and we all know how great of an athlete he is. After all that’s the entire concept of being a big jock, but I was hoping we could focus a bit on me. I am trying to get back in shape to wrestle again, and this isn’t really helping. I don’t think you know anything about triathlons.
Gib: What are you talking about Jenny? I just ran one watching you do yours. Watching you run and sweat. Swim and get wet, and ride that bike moving those hips from side to side. I feel like I am ready to run another one.
Gib looks down smiling as the stars in his thong bulge out.
Gib: Yeah time to run one of my own. Show the Doc why I am a proud American. You keep doing what you do best Jenny. It takes a special person to be FBI.
Jenny: Full blood Italian?
Gib: No a Famularo By Injection. That right isn’t for anyone, it’s for the select few. Now swim Jenny. You swim, and you go out there and do what you do best. For starters that compression shirt may have to go. Everyone knows you can’t have those big dogs be tied down. You need to let them free. You need to let them GET BIG!!! Do it Jenny. I have faith in you. Reclaim the eye of the tiger. Wear my American clad trunks, and get back what belongs to you!
Gib walks away as he immediately starts up a USA chant which leaves Jenny outside befuddled by all of it. She offers a long sigh as she looks at the lake. Pulling down on her compression shirt as she stares at her double Ds.
Jenny: Hmmm let them get big? Pops might be on to something…
She says to herself as we fade out on this iamge.
Evening everyone. This is Jennifer Williams-Famularo here and I just want to say it feels good to finally be here on the LAW roster. It definitely took some encouragement from my husband to get him to agree to me wrestling on the roster but seeing as he we didn’t plan on having kids just yet we both thought it would be a great idea if I signed my name up to be apart of the roster, and show everyone how a Famularo get’s Big. Show everyone what it means to go hard in the paint, and most of all what it means for dreams to become a reality.
In case you don’t know me I am Jennifer Williams. A woman who is was born and bred to be apart of the wrestling business. My younger brother Todd is a famous wrestler. He can often be a dick at times but he is a legend holding over multiple championships conquering a World Championship nearly everywhere he went, and constantly and consistently being in the main event picture. You have his former wife Crystal who helped trained me. A legend herself who was taken out by the likes of Sidney Grey and that stupid bitch Summer St. Claire but we shouldn’t focus on them too much. After all when the time is right they will both eventually get what is coming to them.
And then you have my husband Xander who is just an absolute beast. A second generation wrestler who went nearly undefeated for almost a year, a father who is still clinging onto a set of tag team championships that he didn’t lose, and do I really need to go into detail about my sister in law Zelda who is Tag Team Champion here and my mother in law the Doc who has been dominant ever since coming.
The fact is no matter how you look at it I was birthed into this business. I was married into this business, and I will live this business until the day I day. It’s just the part of me that I will not let go for anything or for anyone. Standing in front of me for my very first match here is some blonde bimbo who honestly thinks she knows me. Hell with google you can look up anyone and find out everything you need to know about someone. I am happy Gabriella seems to know me like an open book. Blatantly trying to throw video game puns my way.
To be honest I can see the frustration that Zelda goes through when people try to throw that aspect of her back at her as if trying to get in her mind. I haven’t even been in this company that long and already off the bat this blonde bitch is trying to disrespect me. Like I am someone’s carry on luggage. Like I am the Adam Morrison of wrestling expecting to be carried to Championships while doing nothing. Sorry Gabriella but you must have me confused with Summer St. Claire. Don’t let the name confuse you.
First of all I am not one to sit there and pick through every single thing you say because that would be ridiculous but maybe did you get the hint that I decided to team with the Doc because she’s a family member, and we both are married into the same family?
And when you were doing your research of me did you come across the part where I was a multiple World Champion among other things? But I am not here to bring up the past because what I did elsewhere doesn’t really mean anything in an LAW ring. The only thing that matters is what I plan to do to you today, and today in the present I plan to go into LAW and show you the concept of what it means to mean business.
I talked to my father in law Gib about you. You know the husband of the woman you said would get it too in the Doc, and you want to know what he said about you? Well considering I told him you were Canadian. Insults were firing away. He grabbed his shotgun wasn’t sure if you were going to try to cross the border to get onto his property. No really it’s a long story from a long time ago i’ll share it sometime.
But the fact is I am not going to let some moose maple syrup loving fake blonde who looks like she is more of a valley girl then a hispanic like her bio says try to come in here and disrespect me. I get it. You want to make video game references and you might very well be Sonic.
But if you are Sonic that makes me Mario. You are charging out of the game trying to blaze through everyone like you are the best around but all of that speed is going to wear out and you will become third party software at best. The way you talk yourself up like you are God’s gift to Earth. You remind me of another Angel Kash. Someone who seems like they might do something but after a week or two they always fall flat. Never living up to promises, and you talk yourself up but always end up getting curb stomped by everyone and anyone.
On the other end you have me as your modern day Mario. No matter what happens people will still love me. I am still good enough to be first party exclusive, and I will still be able to bring the fun whether it’s in the form of racing, locked away in someone’s mansion, or making a cameo as a referee. I will still be loved.
I am still here to the very end, and no matter what you throw at me. No matter what you say I will still find a way to rise above it all, and show you that my dreams will in fact become a reality. You believe in dreams don’t you Salinas?
Don’t worry you will believe in them after I send you on a one way trip to dreamland. I guess you can call me Kirby but this won’t be a game. This will be me knocking you the hell out. So count the sheep jumping over the fence and tell me how many stars you see before you come back to consciousness.
Night, Night… And sweet dreams courtesy of yours truly… Lady Dream.
Oswego, NY
Jennifer Williams-Famularo found herself gazing out at Lake Ontario on her father in law’s property. She was clad in a red and black triathlete spandex suit. Her eyes were locked solely on the lake and without hesitation she quickly finds herself jumping into the lake, where she begins to swim doing a breast stroke. She moves side to side taking short breaths before she runs out of the lake over to a nearby bicycle. She immediately jumps on it and is about to ride it until she is stopped dead in her tracks by the sounds of some heavy grunting. Grunting, snarling, growling, in front of her was hairy beast known to scare those who tried to invade his property. Grizzly bears, and even the mighty big foot was no match for the beast that stood in front of him.
Clad in an USA flag designed thong and holding a can of beer in his hand was the beast that can only be named as Gib. Gibford Famularo locked eyes with his daughter in law as he slowly brought the beer to his mouth speaking in his hoarse like voice to her.
Gib: Jenny what do you think you are doing?
Jenny’s eyes open wide up as she gazes back at her father in law.
Jenny: Trying to do this whole Triathlon thing. Ever since Xander took it a bit easy on wrestling he’s been getting into this whole being a triathlete ordeal. Always making it a habit to try to finish in the top for his age bracket and what not. Since he seems so into it I figured I would try to make him proud of me, and give it a go. I don’t know how far I will be able to go, I just want to be able to cross the finishing line to say I did it.
Gib however just takes a sip of his beer before he forms a wide grin on his lips.
Gib: Well if you wanted to learn about the art of being a triathlete why didn’t you just go to me? I mastered being a triathlete.
Jenny: Really?! Xander never told me you were into that kind of stuff.
Gib: Well that’s because he doesn’t know anything about that! Besides I don’t have to compete in a triathlon to know what goes down. I mastered the art of being a triple athlete in basement with the maid. There’s three things you should know about being a triathlete.
Jenny giggles as she knows where this conversation may end up going. She smiles warmly looking back at Gib.
Jenny: Oh please enlighten me pops, what does it take to be a triple athlete.
Gib: Well first Jenny you need to learn how to go the distance. Endurance. Remember the art of the grunt and snarl?! Well it’s knowing to keep on going. Whatever you do don’t stop. Stopping in the middle before you finish can cause problems. Some serious problems.
Jenny: Really?!
Gib: Think of climbing a mountain. You just can’t stop half way. You have to keep going. Keep climbing. Keep pushing onward, and whatever you do. Don’t stop! You were meant to explode like a gushing volcano. No one knows when that volcano is going to erupt but you have to let it happen or else bad things will happen.
Jenny: Like the lava burning everyone to a crisp?
Gb: It’s much worse than that Jenny. A pain that can only be describe as blue balls. Do you want Xander to have blue balls Jenny?! That son of mine lacks that Famularo gene of going all the way but even I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. You need to let him finish. You need to let him go all the way.
Jenny nods her head in agreement.
Jenny: Well he does go all the way. He always seems to finish first in the Triathlon. I am the one that seems like I may have issues finishing. Not really use to this type of thing.
Gib: THEN THAT BOY IS DOING IT WRONG!!! It’s essential for the female to finish. Remind me to have a talk with him.
Jenny: Wait… But I am the one that can’t… Nevermind. How about swimming it seems like we covered the running aspect.
Gib: As far as swimming goes. You need to let those bad boys swim. They have to reach the goal Jenny. Do you want them to reach the end zone?! Do you want them to cross the finish line?! Do you want me to become a grandfather?
Jenny giggles again.
Jenny: Well yeah I do want you to become a grandfather but I don’t see how that has anything to do with a triathlon. Any tips on bike riding? That’s the part I am really nervous about.
Gib moans a bit before he looks back into Jenny’s eyes.
Gib: Jenny you don’t have to worry about that part. It should be as easy as riding a bike. After all he’s a Famularo. There are some things that you just can’t teach. Let me ask you a question Jenny how long does it take Xander to usually his triathlon?
Jenny: Well it depends on the size of them. Could be an hour, others could take him an hour and a half..
Gib’s eyes open wide up.
Gib: AN HOUR AND A HALF?! Maybe that boy just might be a Famularo. 90 minutes and you still can’t finish you must be a super freak.
Jenny: Well I am a very kinky girl...The kind you don’t take to your mother.
Gib: I can definitely tell but you are all right with me.
Jenny: Ok enough of the Rick James. Look pops I appreciate you talking up my husband, and we all know how great of an athlete he is. After all that’s the entire concept of being a big jock, but I was hoping we could focus a bit on me. I am trying to get back in shape to wrestle again, and this isn’t really helping. I don’t think you know anything about triathlons.
Gib: What are you talking about Jenny? I just ran one watching you do yours. Watching you run and sweat. Swim and get wet, and ride that bike moving those hips from side to side. I feel like I am ready to run another one.
Gib looks down smiling as the stars in his thong bulge out.
Gib: Yeah time to run one of my own. Show the Doc why I am a proud American. You keep doing what you do best Jenny. It takes a special person to be FBI.
Jenny: Full blood Italian?
Gib: No a Famularo By Injection. That right isn’t for anyone, it’s for the select few. Now swim Jenny. You swim, and you go out there and do what you do best. For starters that compression shirt may have to go. Everyone knows you can’t have those big dogs be tied down. You need to let them free. You need to let them GET BIG!!! Do it Jenny. I have faith in you. Reclaim the eye of the tiger. Wear my American clad trunks, and get back what belongs to you!
Gib walks away as he immediately starts up a USA chant which leaves Jenny outside befuddled by all of it. She offers a long sigh as she looks at the lake. Pulling down on her compression shirt as she stares at her double Ds.
Jenny: Hmmm let them get big? Pops might be on to something…
She says to herself as we fade out on this iamge.
Evening everyone. This is Jennifer Williams-Famularo here and I just want to say it feels good to finally be here on the LAW roster. It definitely took some encouragement from my husband to get him to agree to me wrestling on the roster but seeing as he we didn’t plan on having kids just yet we both thought it would be a great idea if I signed my name up to be apart of the roster, and show everyone how a Famularo get’s Big. Show everyone what it means to go hard in the paint, and most of all what it means for dreams to become a reality.
In case you don’t know me I am Jennifer Williams. A woman who is was born and bred to be apart of the wrestling business. My younger brother Todd is a famous wrestler. He can often be a dick at times but he is a legend holding over multiple championships conquering a World Championship nearly everywhere he went, and constantly and consistently being in the main event picture. You have his former wife Crystal who helped trained me. A legend herself who was taken out by the likes of Sidney Grey and that stupid bitch Summer St. Claire but we shouldn’t focus on them too much. After all when the time is right they will both eventually get what is coming to them.
And then you have my husband Xander who is just an absolute beast. A second generation wrestler who went nearly undefeated for almost a year, a father who is still clinging onto a set of tag team championships that he didn’t lose, and do I really need to go into detail about my sister in law Zelda who is Tag Team Champion here and my mother in law the Doc who has been dominant ever since coming.
The fact is no matter how you look at it I was birthed into this business. I was married into this business, and I will live this business until the day I day. It’s just the part of me that I will not let go for anything or for anyone. Standing in front of me for my very first match here is some blonde bimbo who honestly thinks she knows me. Hell with google you can look up anyone and find out everything you need to know about someone. I am happy Gabriella seems to know me like an open book. Blatantly trying to throw video game puns my way.
To be honest I can see the frustration that Zelda goes through when people try to throw that aspect of her back at her as if trying to get in her mind. I haven’t even been in this company that long and already off the bat this blonde bitch is trying to disrespect me. Like I am someone’s carry on luggage. Like I am the Adam Morrison of wrestling expecting to be carried to Championships while doing nothing. Sorry Gabriella but you must have me confused with Summer St. Claire. Don’t let the name confuse you.
First of all I am not one to sit there and pick through every single thing you say because that would be ridiculous but maybe did you get the hint that I decided to team with the Doc because she’s a family member, and we both are married into the same family?
And when you were doing your research of me did you come across the part where I was a multiple World Champion among other things? But I am not here to bring up the past because what I did elsewhere doesn’t really mean anything in an LAW ring. The only thing that matters is what I plan to do to you today, and today in the present I plan to go into LAW and show you the concept of what it means to mean business.
I talked to my father in law Gib about you. You know the husband of the woman you said would get it too in the Doc, and you want to know what he said about you? Well considering I told him you were Canadian. Insults were firing away. He grabbed his shotgun wasn’t sure if you were going to try to cross the border to get onto his property. No really it’s a long story from a long time ago i’ll share it sometime.
But the fact is I am not going to let some moose maple syrup loving fake blonde who looks like she is more of a valley girl then a hispanic like her bio says try to come in here and disrespect me. I get it. You want to make video game references and you might very well be Sonic.
But if you are Sonic that makes me Mario. You are charging out of the game trying to blaze through everyone like you are the best around but all of that speed is going to wear out and you will become third party software at best. The way you talk yourself up like you are God’s gift to Earth. You remind me of another Angel Kash. Someone who seems like they might do something but after a week or two they always fall flat. Never living up to promises, and you talk yourself up but always end up getting curb stomped by everyone and anyone.
On the other end you have me as your modern day Mario. No matter what happens people will still love me. I am still good enough to be first party exclusive, and I will still be able to bring the fun whether it’s in the form of racing, locked away in someone’s mansion, or making a cameo as a referee. I will still be loved.
I am still here to the very end, and no matter what you throw at me. No matter what you say I will still find a way to rise above it all, and show you that my dreams will in fact become a reality. You believe in dreams don’t you Salinas?
Don’t worry you will believe in them after I send you on a one way trip to dreamland. I guess you can call me Kirby but this won’t be a game. This will be me knocking you the hell out. So count the sheep jumping over the fence and tell me how many stars you see before you come back to consciousness.
Night, Night… And sweet dreams courtesy of yours truly… Lady Dream.