"I'm pretty sure a guy in a vest, with great hair, and a pretty good smile just..." saved me from boredom.
When your song plays, it makes me get up and scream "you already know!", "the big dog!".
When you walk into the ring, your appearance sends electric bolts through my body, triggering that happiness deep in my heart.
What's better is when you deliver that superman punch to your opponent's face, knocking spit out their mouths. Using that right arm with your full sleeve tattoo, which I always thought was a family thing.
And when you hit them with the spear that sends them flying across the ring, just after you yell at the top of your lungs.
I'm always hype and just know when it's gonna happen. After you cock your fist, I'm like "hit that superman punch boy!". Or when you yell I be like "it's the spear!".
Being a fan, being apart of the Roman Empire, that rose from the ashes, is an honor.
Watching my leader, my superman, defend his yard and save the day. Only wishing to have seen it up close, but can only see it on a tv screen.
I want to be able to touch you when you come down your stairs or the ramp. I want to be able to see you wet your hair and do that hair flip when you're done.
To see you smile and stuck out your tongue...
To see you win...
To just be there for you and cheer you on
...As if that'll ever happen, I can't even go to a meet and greet and it sucks.
I wish I could look you in your pretty eyes and tell you how big of a fan I am and how proud you make me.
Everytime I see you on tv, you're fighting and not giving up, or speaking your mind, or being strong. That's what makes me proud of you.
CLAIM WHAT'S YOURS...
ITS YOUR YARD, BIG DOG
{6/22/17}
Okay so, this was mad late. I figured I needed something to post to hold you guys over. I am working on a lot of pieces right now, some I hope you guys like. Love you guys
<3 Mizzy Mommi <3
