Story Time With Ketchupisyourfriend presents:
The Little Boy Who Lost His Luchador
Once upon a time there was a little boy who was the happiest boy in the world. Christmas had just passed and Mr. McMahon gave him his very own luchador to play with. But one day the boy became very sad, he seemed to have misplaced his little buddy.
He went around to all the arenas in town asking "Have you seen my luchador?"
Finally he was pleased, at one of the arenas he stumbled across his little luchador. However, this wasn't a happy occasion for very long. It seems his buddy didn't want to go back with him. In fact, he ran away on purpose in the first place.
Our young boy was not happy about this at all. Enraged, he picked the luchador up by his feet and proclaimed that he was going home if he liked it or not.
But the luchador was too quick and was back on his feet in no time. As he began to run away again, the boy grabbed his arm and they began pulling in opposite directions. The luchador was trying desperately with all his might to get his hand free from his opressor.
Suddenly the luchador collapses and the little boy rushed over to him. What had he done? The luchador was struggling so hard to get away he seems to have collapsed from exhaustion.
As the boy realized what just happened he began to cry and picked up his little luchador friend. He began to rock him back and forth while muttering "Snap out of it! Snap out of it!"
In strong denial of the luchador's death, the boy tries to lead him home. He doesn't get too far before he breaks down...
"WHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!"
So the moral of this story is.... ummmm... wrestlers don't make good house pets or something!
Ok if that was stupid then it's probably the flu talking. Bleh!