The Boston*

The Boston* Jan 9, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -5

Post by thebostonstar on Jan 9, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -5

I'm really sorry about earlier. I was just in my zone, and I was feeling the entire atmosphere of this place. Besides, I just wanted to claim my finishers before some some little prissy-butt decided to steal them from from me (and I was rather disappointed that someone stole my Gutbuster, darn you Lauren Steel, darn you!) So, let me guess, you want to know more about little old me? Well, let me you, originally I was going to write this huge all biography concerning me, but I decided to be nice, and just get to the skinny that is the Boston*.

I was born on December 10th, 1984, in Boston, Massachusetts, to two loving parents, Teddy and Emily Gilmore. They were both in their early twenties when they had me, and just to tell you, I wasn't a planned pregnancy. My dad is always kidding around with mom and me, about how he was forced into marriage, and that I was an accident, and should have never happened. Of course he laughs afterwards, he really does love my mother, and myself. (But you know how women can get. If they're in their mood, they're in the mood. Playing little jokes like this was just my father's way of doing little passive-aggressive anger.) My father was your average steel worker, while my mother...well, she was always secretive on what she did, and to this very day, I still don't know. Maybe she's a secret agent! Perhaps she's a federal spy! Maybe she's a hooker! You never know. *wink wink*

How did the Boston* get introduced into the fabulous world of professional wrestling? It wasn't no treat, that's for sure, and I never was a wrestling fan when I was a child. It was merely forced on me. You see, my father he's an avid wrestling fan, and one day at work he got into an argument with a co-worker on who's daughter was better than the other, and some how, that lead to me getting into a poorly made wrestling ring against a terrified little blonde. Oh boy, you have no clue how much that wrestling match sucked. You see, prior to that, I had absolutely no knowledge of any type of wrestling move, so it was merely me, chopping and kicking, and hollering my way to victory (granted my father was the referee, so it wasn't a fair match in the first place.) I was only sixteen, but after that little fiasco, I feel in love with the sport, and the essence that is professional wrestling. I've been in training ever since, and I've wrestled throughout the New England area, much to my mother's dismay. You see, I'm the only child, and her only daughter, she would rather see me do something super-duper girlie. Which leads to this mega-awesome gimmick of mine.

Now, until two years ago, I was your little face character, prancing my way about the ring, showing off my fabulous little body of mine. Really had no gimmick other than being "daddy's little girl." One night, my mother confronts me, demanding that I quit this little wrestling "phase" I was going through. (I don't about you, but if your daughter was in the wrestling business for six years, I wouldn't just call it a "phase.") I got rather angry, said something I didn't mean, but the argument ended with my mom screaming, "Stop being a little Boston Star, and get your butt back home." (And she didn't say "butt" mind you.) And that's how the whole "Boston*" name came alive. She still doesn't like that I wrestle for a living, but it's the only thing I know how to do, other than watching movies, and I don't know about you, but unless you're a really good writer, watching movies doesn't put food on the table.

Watching movies, and wrestling, my two loves. I then took the little 'insult' my mother gave me, and turned that into the heel character I am today. You'll love to hate me, I can guarantee that.

Also, I completely hate cursing, so you'll never see me say 'bad' words. There's always a replacement word to use. Like "poop," and "freak." What? You mean I can't be a heel character without cursing? How little-minded you are. Trust me, a life without saying bad words, is a life worth living. *sticks tongue out* All because I'm a villain doesn't mean I still can't be a role-model to younger girls.

As for my real name? I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you, and it'll be a very crafty killing at that. *wink*

Well, I best let you go.
- The Boston*

Post by thebostonstar on Jan 7, 2008 1:46:04 GMT -5

Post by thebostonstar on Jan 9, 2008 23:24:56 GMT -5