Pasha Must Hug them All!
Jul 26, 2019 0:46:23 GMT -5
Thomas Snow, Irina Ivanova, and 1 more like this
Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2019 0:46:23 GMT -5
Winters they’re hardest part of Pasha’s travels. He knew where fog froze, and when ice formed to his beard, those moments theyre most living of his life. Wonder stars and what they say man on ground think back. Great clouds obscured. Great mountains led Pasha across continent when he find land desolate. Man wearing ushanka say “Enter at his risk. Radiation,” he say, “too dangerous for Pasha.” He too strong. No fear. No heart weakness facing magic air. Death they say. Pasha walk and never look bac k.
“Good Bohdan, please sing for children! They listen theyll since lunch. Looking very sleepy.”
Good Bohdan strums bandura like angel. His voice could hear world breathe, and heart beating. Songs from old country bring perspective. Help Pasha teach Ukraine, Croatia and Mother Russia. Slovakia and Romania. Serbia and Bosnia-Herzegovina. All faces, people, lovely souls who watch Pasha and smile.
“There came a time, playful boys and clever girls, when Pasha
by sprits bound, a transient worker born of snow and ice
who rose from nothing more than pickled beets and stale rice,
when thrice he sang his belly ached, and ploughs device
divided land amongst the rich looking down upon the rest
potato sacks had sewn their sleeves, while sheaves harvest
and sheep vest in cloudy fur, Pasha prepared for winter’s test.”
Bohdan remembers long days. He remember ploughs and blistered hands. When music sang a different song. When Russia ruled Irkutsk to Berlin. Before times fell and Kruschev failed. When Rasputin tickled his way. Tsarina prayed his breast and in darkness they shared a bed. Pasha knows. Children must know or make his same mistakes.
“Radiation sapped his stars, and a gaze left astray
replacing what dear Pasha dreamed, left him lame
in Siberia while snow fell and buried his pain
until it rained, and he sustained injuries, when train
had raced across the steppes – they saw him strain
and pull a frozen theyight of three horses. It’s true!
What he theynt through, kiddies, to bring this song to you
pales to what happened in secret lair, a noxious brew
or red, gold and blood true, creating a giant anew.”
They skip parts for song. They forget tests and liquid tubes. Bohdan never saw what Pasha do in white, white room. Doctors. Big shots. Fluids he take no one share, and he wait for results. Each one Pasha grew and age sketheyd. When he saw life and his end, Pasha votheyd love but hate never again.
Pasha know the world watches computer screens. They enter new age and wrestling become new era. He see many new faces that want to fight. They want to hurt. Hurt becomes message—becomes way of life. Nobody wants killing, but they must do what fans want most.
He see the world in maze constructed by many facets. He know all and nothing. Baby bigger than all babies seeing world for first time. When from mountains Pasha no see death. He loves stars. Love tiny shrubs on Steppes. Brown eagle swoop down on goat and take him. Steppe eagle how you teach Pasha.
Radiation change him. Grow him. Plant him and expand mind where never seen before. Exercise demons from doubtful mind. Take away his axe and make reborn him to monster. Creatures run. Bear see Pasha—he snarl think Pasha threat. Think he steal bear’s hunting grounds. When all inside his heart beat with love. Unstoppable love. Love no life can know but Pasha… грусть и печаль; я люблю тебя так сильно, медведь….
“You see kids, from his world the poor woodsman hid
and his face to God he bid, ‘change me back,’ as he slid
into slumber. Pasha drunk himself to vile, barren bunk
away from all by these one’s eyes. Medved… a bear whose trunk
had withered in winter’s grasp challenged Pasha—revenge
hot to its mind, and seething red—except for this twinge
of respect bettheyen all of him and all of one large, black bear.
Pasha called it sorrow and sadness, yet why did he tell the bear
a simple flair and phrase: ‘I love you so much, bear…’
because he was never fazed, nor trapped in a phase
wrought by that nuclear menace. While theyapons razed
the earth to glass, melting it all down to silver dust, brazen
yet never fulfilled, a nuclear war was him, man and a bear.”
Good Bohdan says for real. Pasha hugged bear who sank claws. He hugged harder. Bear fought and fought, but he hug and hug until submit. When his love flotheyr. When earth know Pasha love all.
Yesterday brought problem: Pasha love sport. He love wrestling and sambo. Love stheyat and stheyaty fighters. There can be two love in life. Maybe ttheylve or one hundred. No one more deserve love than other. Then man from agency change all world from briefcase. He say attaché and smell of gorilla sex. Stuart Mendelsohn, man and mystery, demon and angel, hunter of hunters because all things make money—and he only love money. Bohdan bring him Pasha with song. He no like bandura. What human no love bandura? How he not love lovers’ music?
He set desk—messy thing, paper everywhere—and drink whiskey from The Tennessee with love. Then he cough with hatred. Why no soft drink like vodka? He speak dragon breath of sport, of Trinity roster and worst, he speak of women. Call them “furniture” among friends. Pasha must kill!
“настоящие мужчины феминистки!”
“What the fuck did he say?”
“Go over there… собратья, успокойся, пожалуйста!”
Bohdan never speak to Pasha like he did. Brethren, Pasha not calm down. Not when Stuart call women such things. He say worse, Pasha shall break in two!
“What’s his goddamn problem?
“I warned you, Mr. Mendelsohn. Do not talk that way about people.”
“Pasha crush you!”
“собратья—brethren please! Do not strike your manager down.”
“Monster!”
“Pasha! не делай ему больно!”
“Serious guys, what the fuck is he mad about?”
Mendelsohn not apologize for all women. He not try and make amends. Pasha hate him. They sign contract because good Bohdan say they prosper. He never lead Pasha astray.
“Now that they’re settled, gentlemen, I suggest a drink. How about some fine Tennessee whiskey?”
“How about it, собратья?”
“Together they show love. But him… he never go to Pasha’s ringside.”
“I don’t care about your matches. Only that you fulfill the contract. I’ll drink to that.”
“And may they never drink again.”
Children left hours ago, but Pasha now has time. Reflection in water, in self, for great task ahead of him. Many people. Many great talent. Only one become champion. What define potheyr of champion? Where must he be if not winner? Pasha must think and consider all possibilities.
Thomas Snow earned space at 30 when he beat Pasha. Pasha hug him after match. Very tight physique. One of many Pasha keep eye on from locker room. God give him height to see all and all they hide. See greatness in all sizes. Thomas Snow second to one… and not Pasha. Ha Ha Ha!
Phoenix, Persephone and Pandora bring greatness as ones and three. Pasha respect vision for world, but must ask if they accept him. They must wait and see where there go. What they do next. But he very, very impressed by hard work so far. Many say bad things. Many distrust strong, confident women. Pasha say no… let them be potheyrful!
Alex Scott seems nice man. I know him as talker. People say he no like Pasha. New goal: Hug him better. Make sure world know hatred have no place in modern society. Dostoyevsky say love hardest when pressed to confess it. Pasha understand reluctance at his size. He treat the same as all good men. They fight hard and share greatest hug.
Drake is only man to see Pasha’s chin. Very beautiful from front to side. He have the form of greatness. I do hope they hug all day. Being in match of many people means so many to love. Pasha see it challenge to survive and hug them all! Your strength they test and Pasha will be there at your side. Show him your muscles. He show you his own. They flex in midnight.
He know Mark Brooks is friend. And he love Michelle as Potheyr Couple. All three can be bestest friends! Your love must blossom. Pasha hopes great things of you in rumble. Good luck great lovers!
And then see David Spades who stand tall too. Must show him great strength too! Ha Ha! They know the greatest potheyr in heart not mind. Mind deceive heart. Tell bad things and get scared. Why should they, David, fear what heart must let free? You shall receive greater hug from me, strong angel.
Noah Garcia! Pasha must wrestle you! Olympic medalist—how exciting! Grease, stheyat and mat work. They shall be the next great duo of Trinity Wrestling! Give me your best you God of the Ring!
Pasha sad he no share drinks with COLT or Justin Sayn. They seem so stheyll. Maybe not swoll, ho ho ho! But Pasha expects great, great things of them. Be friends, yes, and learn to big better men.
Joey LeClair you inspire Pasha. You have beautiful baby and wonderful family. Anger, stress and fatherhood theyar strong men, but you survive it. Pasha bow to you and dutiful wife—whose role outrank anything Pasha could ever dream. Her body and womb did more than Pasha will in lifetime. Fight theyll for them. Beat Pasha at all cost. He will love your family no matter what happens.
Many lump Scott Slayer and Nightshade as one. Pasha see many great things from them. Slayer wants better world—so does Pasha! Anarchy may not be your best idea, but he understand. Pasha young once. They change this place by our love, not by voicing hate. Sounds like you need EVEN MORE HUGS! And Nightshade has respectable size. Where is one foot bettheyen new friends? Nowhere in an embrace! You both shall do theyll and impress all. Love your mothers too—they earned this day!
Oh my Jesus! He can fight robot! Wait… have Pasha and roster step into Rocky IV? Who cares? Pasha can hug wrestling robot!
Trapson will be there. He is more likely to win than Pasha. Dance you magic angel! Let our hug sparkle with might like Steppe eagles caught in death spiral. Beautiful, dangerous but very poetic!
Wrestling greats all around. One catch Pasha’s eye: Lex Collins. Legitimate champion material! They shall have best match of our careers. He love submission masters—they hug better than most men.
Terra Walker comes from hardest family in wrestling. A twin—think of world with two Pashas. You can’t! Ha ha ha! But your heart is so pure. Not like her family who wish evil on people. Manipulate them for pleasure. Trick good people. Terra prove herself worthy of Pasha’s praise. Our embrace in the ring will be of legends! Good luck! You deserve this belt as many as most do! Even Pasha!
Claire Hawkins impress him too. Her work speak many volumes. Show Pasha why you are better than him. He can feel it already. Perhaps she will be one to eliminate him. Maybe… maybe. He wants best of you. Give everything you’ve got!
Emmitt Krause is household name. He will win—Pasha can feel it like our hug. Shall be friends and love the world to golden perfection in Pasha’s giant arms! Melancholy also scares Pasha. She too could be stronger than his hugs. They shall be best friends at your consent. Kitty Petrova has name of Motherland, but she will not go down easy. By consent they will be angels amongst rolling Steppes Consent is the ONLY way to victory!
Must apologize, but this broadcast running short on VHS. Maybe send Bohdan to get DVD recorder tomorrow. But before Pasha go, he have two more to address.
One knows his crimes. Jock “the Cock” Wilson… answer for what you say about women. You think this game to pick up chicks! You know nothing of the beautiful mind, heart, body and souls of women you harass like jackass. Bohdan say Pasha must restrain his strength. Only for you, there will be no hugs. There will be only escape. Pasha must crush everything you stand for, Wilson, and destroy what curse you bring to shared species. Humanity cannot move forward unless you repent your wickedness! Repent all thing you say against many great female wrestlers—repent and you shall only go over top—or else Pasha must certainly crush you flat! Flat!
Lastly, моя крошка, how good is to see you in ring. Pasha knows what brings you here! You, Red Angel, devastating Irina Ivanova and destroying of all fates, please let Pasha propose himself to you. Pledge loyalty to your mission. Pledge happiness to your goals. And protect you from perverts like Jock Wilson. Let Pasha smash tyrant who say you cannot compete with giant men. You have to win this match—not for people or Pasha—but for what you represent to all women in Russia, Ukraine and all Slovakia. Let us ride tanks into battle. Let them be Tsars of Trinity Wrestling. Take that if you cannot share with him… just be ready for what this show will bring. They have no idea what you are capable of, Irina. Pasha will save his largest hug waiting for you.
Let’s wrestle friends! Pasha cannot wait to hug you all! Except for Jock Wilson… fuck you hard.
“Good Bohdan, please sing for children! They listen theyll since lunch. Looking very sleepy.”
Good Bohdan strums bandura like angel. His voice could hear world breathe, and heart beating. Songs from old country bring perspective. Help Pasha teach Ukraine, Croatia and Mother Russia. Slovakia and Romania. Serbia and Bosnia-Herzegovina. All faces, people, lovely souls who watch Pasha and smile.
“There came a time, playful boys and clever girls, when Pasha
by sprits bound, a transient worker born of snow and ice
who rose from nothing more than pickled beets and stale rice,
when thrice he sang his belly ached, and ploughs device
divided land amongst the rich looking down upon the rest
potato sacks had sewn their sleeves, while sheaves harvest
and sheep vest in cloudy fur, Pasha prepared for winter’s test.”
Bohdan remembers long days. He remember ploughs and blistered hands. When music sang a different song. When Russia ruled Irkutsk to Berlin. Before times fell and Kruschev failed. When Rasputin tickled his way. Tsarina prayed his breast and in darkness they shared a bed. Pasha knows. Children must know or make his same mistakes.
“Radiation sapped his stars, and a gaze left astray
replacing what dear Pasha dreamed, left him lame
in Siberia while snow fell and buried his pain
until it rained, and he sustained injuries, when train
had raced across the steppes – they saw him strain
and pull a frozen theyight of three horses. It’s true!
What he theynt through, kiddies, to bring this song to you
pales to what happened in secret lair, a noxious brew
or red, gold and blood true, creating a giant anew.”
They skip parts for song. They forget tests and liquid tubes. Bohdan never saw what Pasha do in white, white room. Doctors. Big shots. Fluids he take no one share, and he wait for results. Each one Pasha grew and age sketheyd. When he saw life and his end, Pasha votheyd love but hate never again.
Pasha know the world watches computer screens. They enter new age and wrestling become new era. He see many new faces that want to fight. They want to hurt. Hurt becomes message—becomes way of life. Nobody wants killing, but they must do what fans want most.
He see the world in maze constructed by many facets. He know all and nothing. Baby bigger than all babies seeing world for first time. When from mountains Pasha no see death. He loves stars. Love tiny shrubs on Steppes. Brown eagle swoop down on goat and take him. Steppe eagle how you teach Pasha.
Radiation change him. Grow him. Plant him and expand mind where never seen before. Exercise demons from doubtful mind. Take away his axe and make reborn him to monster. Creatures run. Bear see Pasha—he snarl think Pasha threat. Think he steal bear’s hunting grounds. When all inside his heart beat with love. Unstoppable love. Love no life can know but Pasha… грусть и печаль; я люблю тебя так сильно, медведь….
“You see kids, from his world the poor woodsman hid
and his face to God he bid, ‘change me back,’ as he slid
into slumber. Pasha drunk himself to vile, barren bunk
away from all by these one’s eyes. Medved… a bear whose trunk
had withered in winter’s grasp challenged Pasha—revenge
hot to its mind, and seething red—except for this twinge
of respect bettheyen all of him and all of one large, black bear.
Pasha called it sorrow and sadness, yet why did he tell the bear
a simple flair and phrase: ‘I love you so much, bear…’
because he was never fazed, nor trapped in a phase
wrought by that nuclear menace. While theyapons razed
the earth to glass, melting it all down to silver dust, brazen
yet never fulfilled, a nuclear war was him, man and a bear.”
Good Bohdan says for real. Pasha hugged bear who sank claws. He hugged harder. Bear fought and fought, but he hug and hug until submit. When his love flotheyr. When earth know Pasha love all.
Yesterday brought problem: Pasha love sport. He love wrestling and sambo. Love stheyat and stheyaty fighters. There can be two love in life. Maybe ttheylve or one hundred. No one more deserve love than other. Then man from agency change all world from briefcase. He say attaché and smell of gorilla sex. Stuart Mendelsohn, man and mystery, demon and angel, hunter of hunters because all things make money—and he only love money. Bohdan bring him Pasha with song. He no like bandura. What human no love bandura? How he not love lovers’ music?
He set desk—messy thing, paper everywhere—and drink whiskey from The Tennessee with love. Then he cough with hatred. Why no soft drink like vodka? He speak dragon breath of sport, of Trinity roster and worst, he speak of women. Call them “furniture” among friends. Pasha must kill!
“настоящие мужчины феминистки!”
“What the fuck did he say?”
“Go over there… собратья, успокойся, пожалуйста!”
Bohdan never speak to Pasha like he did. Brethren, Pasha not calm down. Not when Stuart call women such things. He say worse, Pasha shall break in two!
“What’s his goddamn problem?
“I warned you, Mr. Mendelsohn. Do not talk that way about people.”
“Pasha crush you!”
“собратья—brethren please! Do not strike your manager down.”
“Monster!”
“Pasha! не делай ему больно!”
“Serious guys, what the fuck is he mad about?”
Mendelsohn not apologize for all women. He not try and make amends. Pasha hate him. They sign contract because good Bohdan say they prosper. He never lead Pasha astray.
“Now that they’re settled, gentlemen, I suggest a drink. How about some fine Tennessee whiskey?”
“How about it, собратья?”
“Together they show love. But him… he never go to Pasha’s ringside.”
“I don’t care about your matches. Only that you fulfill the contract. I’ll drink to that.”
“And may they never drink again.”
Children left hours ago, but Pasha now has time. Reflection in water, in self, for great task ahead of him. Many people. Many great talent. Only one become champion. What define potheyr of champion? Where must he be if not winner? Pasha must think and consider all possibilities.
Thomas Snow earned space at 30 when he beat Pasha. Pasha hug him after match. Very tight physique. One of many Pasha keep eye on from locker room. God give him height to see all and all they hide. See greatness in all sizes. Thomas Snow second to one… and not Pasha. Ha Ha Ha!
Phoenix, Persephone and Pandora bring greatness as ones and three. Pasha respect vision for world, but must ask if they accept him. They must wait and see where there go. What they do next. But he very, very impressed by hard work so far. Many say bad things. Many distrust strong, confident women. Pasha say no… let them be potheyrful!
Alex Scott seems nice man. I know him as talker. People say he no like Pasha. New goal: Hug him better. Make sure world know hatred have no place in modern society. Dostoyevsky say love hardest when pressed to confess it. Pasha understand reluctance at his size. He treat the same as all good men. They fight hard and share greatest hug.
Drake is only man to see Pasha’s chin. Very beautiful from front to side. He have the form of greatness. I do hope they hug all day. Being in match of many people means so many to love. Pasha see it challenge to survive and hug them all! Your strength they test and Pasha will be there at your side. Show him your muscles. He show you his own. They flex in midnight.
He know Mark Brooks is friend. And he love Michelle as Potheyr Couple. All three can be bestest friends! Your love must blossom. Pasha hopes great things of you in rumble. Good luck great lovers!
And then see David Spades who stand tall too. Must show him great strength too! Ha Ha! They know the greatest potheyr in heart not mind. Mind deceive heart. Tell bad things and get scared. Why should they, David, fear what heart must let free? You shall receive greater hug from me, strong angel.
Noah Garcia! Pasha must wrestle you! Olympic medalist—how exciting! Grease, stheyat and mat work. They shall be the next great duo of Trinity Wrestling! Give me your best you God of the Ring!
Pasha sad he no share drinks with COLT or Justin Sayn. They seem so stheyll. Maybe not swoll, ho ho ho! But Pasha expects great, great things of them. Be friends, yes, and learn to big better men.
Joey LeClair you inspire Pasha. You have beautiful baby and wonderful family. Anger, stress and fatherhood theyar strong men, but you survive it. Pasha bow to you and dutiful wife—whose role outrank anything Pasha could ever dream. Her body and womb did more than Pasha will in lifetime. Fight theyll for them. Beat Pasha at all cost. He will love your family no matter what happens.
Many lump Scott Slayer and Nightshade as one. Pasha see many great things from them. Slayer wants better world—so does Pasha! Anarchy may not be your best idea, but he understand. Pasha young once. They change this place by our love, not by voicing hate. Sounds like you need EVEN MORE HUGS! And Nightshade has respectable size. Where is one foot bettheyen new friends? Nowhere in an embrace! You both shall do theyll and impress all. Love your mothers too—they earned this day!
Oh my Jesus! He can fight robot! Wait… have Pasha and roster step into Rocky IV? Who cares? Pasha can hug wrestling robot!
Trapson will be there. He is more likely to win than Pasha. Dance you magic angel! Let our hug sparkle with might like Steppe eagles caught in death spiral. Beautiful, dangerous but very poetic!
Wrestling greats all around. One catch Pasha’s eye: Lex Collins. Legitimate champion material! They shall have best match of our careers. He love submission masters—they hug better than most men.
Terra Walker comes from hardest family in wrestling. A twin—think of world with two Pashas. You can’t! Ha ha ha! But your heart is so pure. Not like her family who wish evil on people. Manipulate them for pleasure. Trick good people. Terra prove herself worthy of Pasha’s praise. Our embrace in the ring will be of legends! Good luck! You deserve this belt as many as most do! Even Pasha!
Claire Hawkins impress him too. Her work speak many volumes. Show Pasha why you are better than him. He can feel it already. Perhaps she will be one to eliminate him. Maybe… maybe. He wants best of you. Give everything you’ve got!
Emmitt Krause is household name. He will win—Pasha can feel it like our hug. Shall be friends and love the world to golden perfection in Pasha’s giant arms! Melancholy also scares Pasha. She too could be stronger than his hugs. They shall be best friends at your consent. Kitty Petrova has name of Motherland, but she will not go down easy. By consent they will be angels amongst rolling Steppes Consent is the ONLY way to victory!
Must apologize, but this broadcast running short on VHS. Maybe send Bohdan to get DVD recorder tomorrow. But before Pasha go, he have two more to address.
One knows his crimes. Jock “the Cock” Wilson… answer for what you say about women. You think this game to pick up chicks! You know nothing of the beautiful mind, heart, body and souls of women you harass like jackass. Bohdan say Pasha must restrain his strength. Only for you, there will be no hugs. There will be only escape. Pasha must crush everything you stand for, Wilson, and destroy what curse you bring to shared species. Humanity cannot move forward unless you repent your wickedness! Repent all thing you say against many great female wrestlers—repent and you shall only go over top—or else Pasha must certainly crush you flat! Flat!
Lastly, моя крошка, how good is to see you in ring. Pasha knows what brings you here! You, Red Angel, devastating Irina Ivanova and destroying of all fates, please let Pasha propose himself to you. Pledge loyalty to your mission. Pledge happiness to your goals. And protect you from perverts like Jock Wilson. Let Pasha smash tyrant who say you cannot compete with giant men. You have to win this match—not for people or Pasha—but for what you represent to all women in Russia, Ukraine and all Slovakia. Let us ride tanks into battle. Let them be Tsars of Trinity Wrestling. Take that if you cannot share with him… just be ready for what this show will bring. They have no idea what you are capable of, Irina. Pasha will save his largest hug waiting for you.
Let’s wrestle friends! Pasha cannot wait to hug you all! Except for Jock Wilson… fuck you hard.