Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2019 17:52:47 GMT -5
Pasha cannot explain what happened. All he know was wonderful sweat of rumble match, and then, lightness. Like his feet after many, many drinks. Bohdan remembers day he outdrank entire Cossack mounted cavalry, and welcome leader for more drinks. Many songs from night dedicated and danced hearts full. But this time Pasha lose greatest game in life: One by drinks. He wake with loyal Bohdan compressing his head, worried noble son of Caucuses was hurt… but he better than before. Fans use Twitter ask where beloved big man go. Bohdan ask same question. Pasha sigh then hug harder, lovelier and more powerful than his life depended. Bohdan no choice but receive love.
Pasha and Bohdan spend next day at zoo. Pasha love animals more than people because they never plot against good persons. They growl or smile—no tricks! No deceit. And he love elephants! Such wonderful and intelligent creatures. Few things in life taller him, and they love his hugs. Hippos no hug—too dangerous—when zookeeper bring him and Bohdan to special place to meet animals. They say way of Trinity bumping ratings with “pubic face”, which Bohdan correct as “public face” and he laugh much about slipup. How funny, right? Silly mongoose. Ha ha ha! Loyal Bohdan now sings to children watching for penguins—What! Pasha can hold one!
“Welcome sons and daughters, to the ice we knew
a land so far from here, yet closer at our hearts,
where winter save a land thrice the size of here.
Russia, Ukraine and those of the Eastern Bloc
offered homes and heart to Baktin Fedorovich
son of Fedor, this one beloved by Cossack villages
who they called by only his lesser name, Pasha.
Now we hear, oh do we hear your love
and how it rings like Philadelphia’s bell.
Where else but America do we see and feel
eat and discuss several worlds while being one
in mind, flag and heart. How wonderful we see
the same message across this country’s wings
from bald eagles up high to pelicans in the sea.
American is truly a land of beautiful opportunity.”
Loyal Bohdan then take requests from children for animal songs. But Pasha no listen… for he get to hold TWO penguins… and he may never let them go. They sleep like feathered babies in his arms. These are Pasha’s penguins and he can be their daddy. Funny how creatures adapt when surroundings change. Pasha know what happens leaving worlds divide. Penguins of Sacramento Zoo no need freezers or ice. He expect fellows of cold, but they prefer warmth… and more so, his great breast. Such amazing creatures… but will they let Pasha hold a third? Staring here, it must know he want to hug back. What can they to stop him from hugging all at once!
“Quack, Quack… the duckies go flap, flap flap—no Pasha! Nooooo!”
So he banned from Sacramento zoo. Pasha no like videos when he sad, but professionals do what must be done. He agree never step foot there again, so long as he get baby penguin. They say no. But Pasha receive what Bohdan call “restrainment order” from them. Say Pasha cannot go within one mile of zoo. Make him very sad, but some things unfair happen in life and we bear them. We move forward no matter how adorable penguins be.
When Loyal Bohdan give him best news: New card, which mean new fights! New people to wrestle and get all manliest juice flowing. He then two, not one, will face the Starry Plough. After long minute, Pasha remember her is plough and not men wrestling farming equipment. Remembered the symbol to his people and all that rides upon his great shoulders.
Who are you to be oddities, friends. They say you both have great skill yet are not happy. That no one understands what you can bring to the world. Pasha see great men in you both. Excuse himself in house of today, what Bohdan tell him no belong to him or Pasha… no own this “hotel” and cannot change room for happiness. No take blender he use for protein shakes with him. What has this world come to?
Pasha most excited for the one billed as “Hightower” because he can see into these eyes when we hug in that ring. You must understand that the violence of his game never mean that you are not loved. Opposite entirely, as Pasha will be first to introduce him to what he does best—the game of wrestling and the sport of greatest muscles. He do wonder why your form not fill out like Pasha’s. How stand so tall yet not fill out what makes him wonderful.
Perhaps this will be a change in your life, Hightower. Maybe today he can show you what it means to be athlete. To be as big as God allows us. Pasha fear your bones not prepared for the game itself… why not? He could take you to the gym and fill out those flimsy arms. No want to be gangly or spindly—buff up friend. Let Pasha guide to you a new life of workouts, oiling and competition. He worry in current state you cannot take his best hugs because your bones might break. Why do you come to this sport and not focus on the fundamentals of muscle mass? Do you fear the gym? You’re beautiful! Let Pasha be your spotter and he lead you on the path to enlargement. Become big like him, and with giant arms, spread what love this world deserves.
Mmm… Few things in life make Pasha giggle and warm: One, is a fresh chocolate protein shake. They harden him in all ways human. Two, small animals—but mostly just puppies, kitties and penguins. Three, anything or anywhere good Bohdan hide his marshmallows. What magic to finding his favorite treat in a special, hidden space. He claps so much finding them in nooks and crannies. Last, his thirty-five pillows. Thread count matters! Softest like chinchillas bred with otters. He must have them placed in the bed, and with it, Bohdan hide marshmallows. Such good friend!
Oh yes, there are two people to fight! His name worry Pasha. Raul remind him cutest man at resort in Tampa. Strong hands for tiniest cabana worker. Found every one of his knotted muscles. But Temper… who spends life being angry? Why do that to your wonderful body, Raul? Angry tears the soul apart and without repair. Pasha weep for you because he know a good man resides underneath. He will hug and caress until the stress of life float away like steppe eagle: majestic, powerful and without fear. For he see better days in our career. Times to improve and get muscular. To know yourself by heart and soul. It begins with a smile after every hug you give complete strangers and kisses for closest friends.
We begin a workout after this match. For he knows angry people lack in physique. Spend more time crying or moping to care for what their bodies need. So he help you on path to recovery. We begin with a change in diet. Meaty protein and dairies go. Pasha offer his mixer, but apparently this one no belong to him or Bohdan. His bard say no own these machines. Oh well. Pasha will meet you in private session to where we can improve reps and weight in two weeks. He guarantee results or friendship end. No one ever get worse in body or mind on his watch. You just need time to know yourself and love what it can become if nurtured properly. Pasha want to see you grow into get fighter. Someone to grapple that he no have to worry about snapping into two smaller men. Even if that would be super cute.
Stewie: So you say he’s just been hugging that penguin you bought him from the gift shop.
Bohdan: Yes, but this a normal day for him.
Stewie: You told me he would be ready for the biggest shows on earth. But I have to be honest here…
Bohdan: Bohdan.
Stewie: Well, Body, I’m having buying remorse. You give me a man who’s almost eight feet tall. A monster obsessed with fitness and doesn’t have vices slowly killing him. Yet here stand, and he is blanked out of his goddamn gourd. What is this man you’ve sold me?
Bohdan: He takes care, but he’s not the halfwit you’re trying to make him out as, Mr. Mendelssohn. Pasha is unorthodox, surely, but you must have seen his work in the rumble last week.
Stewie: I didn’t because I don’t have time to watch this shit. You get a contract, one that includes you as his private handler… whatever that means, to keep him competitive. Having him thrown out of zoos while trying to plug Trinity shows isn’t exactly word title material.
Pasha: Thomas Snow is champion, silly.
Stewie: And that doesn’t make you mad? How? Don’t you want to be the champion, Pasha?
Pasha: Nope.
Bohdan: Ha ha… classic Pasha. One second in a fairytale, the next at the board meeting for his merchandizing.
Stewie: Okay, I cannot deny how much garbage people have already bought with his big, dumb face on the front.
Bohdan: You don’t get him. And you really don’t have to, Mr. Mendelssohn.
Stewie: Can I at least get these pages signed. That’s the only reason I came down here.
Bohdan: You won’t stay for lunch?
Stewie: Heavens no… although I do have to ask: How much can that gorilla eat?
Bohdan: Let’s just say, his salary is large but not enough to keep my good friend full.
Why he keep looking at Pasha that way? Is he out to take Peridot his new fluffy friend? No, Stewie never try to hurt Pasha. He love Pasha with all his hard-pumping heart. Another project that say no so many times to improving his lifestyle. To be more like Pasha in diet, hip thrusting and smiles amongst his best friends. Pasha understand many things hold him back. He too have triggers that keep him from being the best man he can strive to be.
Stewie got him this match, and Pasha must do well for the hard work his friend spent making sure people know Pasha strong and ready for more in-ring shows. Oddiities—more like those untreated for the traumas one man bring upon them. IF that professor try to control his beautiful creations like dogs… Pasha will hunt him down for good. Some must be crushed so that good people like Hightower and Raul Temper can live the lives entitled to all living beings—from babies to penguins to Thomas Snow and his power staff. All things come to an end, Professor Wilson. Pasha must beat your creations so that he can free them from your evil deeds. Expect a visit from the largest man you will ever see. Hightower and Raul will be my new best friends, and there’s nothing in this world you can do to stop them from becoming Pasha's newest friends! Surrender your control or face the wrath of a man who can tip cars like medicine ball. Pasha is not one to cross, Professor!