What's the biggest j.o.b you've ever done in your life? Bullied at school? Virgin? Taco bell? Mines the ex-wife.
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What's the biggest j.o.b you've ever done in your life? Bullied at school? Virgin? Taco bell?
Allowing Vicky to get blacked, I just watched from my wheelchair
Got kicked out of my Family stable and had to work the homeless indies for years
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Getting squashed in a fair street fight. Fricking c**t didnt even let me get any shit in. Ive taken ferocious whoopings before but getting jobbed out like that hurt the worst on a spiritual level.
That's my gun Rick Rude stole from me shortly before taking that picture with a homeless man
Worked at Panda Express for three months. The guy who trained me was an obnoxious butthole who could constantly tease me to a point where it legitimately made my days feel slower. I later found out he was gay but that’s beside the point. When I finally put in my two weeks, my manager told everyone literally the following day and the gay coworker seemed really hurt and kept asking me if he was part of the reason I was quitting. I kept telling him no to be nice but in reality he actually was a huge part of me quitting. Although the biggest reason is I was working too many hours for a full time college student and my c**t manager wouldn’t let me work less so I ended up just quitting altogether
That is a weird ass story. All my friends who did fast food wagie jobs complained that they didnt get enough hours and only had the shitty weekend shifts.
I've been jobbing to this frickin food poisoning.
Even members of my stable called me a school shooter. Never drew a mine in the hallways
Jobbed to grad school but it worked out because I found a job I really like needing only a bachelor's and it gives me much more free time than I would have had at my postgrad job with only slightly less than I would have been making
My whole life is a job brother
>be born into a jobber stable
>dad loses a casket match
>do decent in the wrestling school but couldn't pull my weight when I got to wrestling high school
>try working a basketball gimmick and get suspended by the booker for a minor incident
>start abusing substances at 15 but eventually stopped
>the peak of my success was a shitty office job gimmick for some gay fricking fed I despised more than anything ever and ended up leaving the fed, now I'm on the indies working a one man J.O.B. squad gimmick but I'm still early 20s so there's hope I suppose
Keep working it dawg, you just need your blue meanie
Never. I don't put anyone over, even if it means I usually only work one or two matches per fed
>born into family stable
>mom and dad tag team split in my third year
>mom starts tagging with a heel in my fourth year
>spend most of my time with my grandparents stable, don't see mom and step dad or dad much
>by my 7th year in the biz parents decide to change territories
>start working down south with no other family
>don't get over with anyone at school
>parents take me to job in bars the rest of the time
>they shoot on me when we're back home
>only way I can draw dimes from people around me is working a self harm gimmick
>try to quit the business for the first time when I'm 11
>start spending my nights taljing to myself in my head, this has now developed into me thinking in 3 distinct personalities to disguise my thinking
>when I'm 14 when I start working my isolationist gimmick so I don't have to work with them
>they shoot on me harder until I turn 20 and leave home
>now 24, completely unable to form teams with others, in a new wrestling school but still can't let go of my past
>any time I'm scouted I either freeze up and botch or talk myself out of the job
>have accepted that the highest on the card I might ever be is enhancement talent and backstage roles to keep the fed going for everyone else
I jobbed to life.
Supporting a fat bpd b***h.
But im gonna move out soon, let her family take care of her.
>treacherous two-faced wolf in sheep's clothing heel run
>get a girlfriend who's 16 years old (i was 18)
>try to gaslight her into worshipping me
>catches on quick
>dumps me after a few months
>get exposed as a cowardly cry baby heel
>never regained my heat
>get future endeavored shortly after
>haven't had sex in 7 years
Jobbing to this day
>Jobbed so hard to life that despite once having plenty of friends a stable income, consistent sex life and a fun personality that I now at age 32 have none of those things, just my cat, wrestling, mma, video games and a crippling weed dependency(wish I never started smoking this shit)
>Recently decided that once my cat does the final job that I'll follow him and job to a mountain of pills and a bottle of vodka because he's the last thing in existence I truly care about.
I went to a great wrestling school and literally everyone in my class is now signed to a top fed (some are champions and a few guys are even bookers by this point) EXCEPT for me; I botched a spot and jobbed to my mental demons before I even got my tryout and I've been working indie mudshows ever since.
At the very least, after a long time, I was finally able to accept that the botch was all my fault, so I've finally been able to turn my anger inwards instead of lashing out at the world. The fed I work at now hardly pays more than a hotdog and a handshake but for the most part I really like all the boys in the back and the booker, and the dates and crowds are decent enough. I'm genuinely happy to show up for work.
I honestly couldn't tell you, but what I can tell you is I'm like WCW Iron Shiek. I do surprise run ins to do the job, and the match sucks so hard it buries the guy who beat me. The guys who go over me end up working in bingo halls, where they won't even shake his hand. They just throw the hotdog on the floor.
I'm not an enhancement talent. I'm a deterioration talent. Well, talent might be too strong a word, but I'm definitely a deterioration something.