Ok, well it all started when I was a wee little lad, and I was going to become a fake wrestler who won his matches not by training in a gym, or going to a wrestling academy, or a training facility... no people... I WENT TO THE VWF!!!! As I approached its massive website structure, a giant Coliseum of web pages galore that made my mouth drool with delight, and squirm like a giddy little school girl on prom night, I said to myself.... MY GOD... this is VWF! I then imagined myself getting hit in the head with a chair, no showing, and doing all the great other things that was in store for me, like playing my entrance music on my iPod 50x a day. My application was quickly accepted, and after winning one of many glorious titles in the VWF, and was accepted as one of their own. I took a 8 month absence for personal real world stuff. *GASP* you might say, something more important then the imaginary world of e-wrestling, BLASPHEMY!!! Tis true my dear friends, as I wept in woe, and burnt scented candles and prayed that the almighty B would forgive me one day I would have dreams about The VWF, and returning and being the great imaginary champion I had hoped to be. I have recently come back to The VWF, pleading and begging B to take me back, after briefly 2 seconds, he said ok..... leave me alone.... NOW! One day I hope to achieve its grandest prize, The VWF World Heavyweight Championship, then of which I will completely announce my retirement, no show, and block BBB from my AIM and MSN.
Seriously, Brad runs the best fed I've seen so far. Been in 3, and staffed in many. Never owned a fed, and I never want to. If you want a good atmosphere, and OOC Board that has random comments, and funny moments, join The VWF!
and I'm not just saying that cause B said he would job me to a gay chipmunk for the rest of my illustrious career. Seriously, I'm not....