Before he could reach for the remote, the door swung open. His mother stood there, bags in hand, eyes widening as she took in the chaotic tangle of limbs on the screen. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of the "match" unfolding.
Leo’s brain scrambled for an exit strategy. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind—a line he’d seen in a thousand internet comments. teanna trump we're just wrestling mom
Leo exhaled, the lie hanging in the air like a heavy fog. He knew she didn't believe him for a second, but as he followed her to the kitchen, he realized that in the world of "wrestling," sometimes the biggest struggle is just keeping a straight face. Before he could reach for the remote, the door swung open
"It’s okay, Mom! Don't worry!" he stammered, frantically hitting the power button. " It’s a... it's a very intense technical grappling match. Teanna is just... she's working on her takedown defense." Leo’s brain scrambled for an exit strategy
"Leo?" she started, her voice a mix of confusion and mounting concern. "What on earth is going on in here?"
"Well," she said, her tone dry enough to wither a cactus. "I hope she wins the championship. Now come help me with the frozen peas."
His mother stared at the now-black screen, then back at her son, who was sweating more than the athletes she had just seen. She set the groceries down slowly.
Before he could reach for the remote, the door swung open. His mother stood there, bags in hand, eyes widening as she took in the chaotic tangle of limbs on the screen. The silence in the room was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic sounds of the "match" unfolding.
Leo’s brain scrambled for an exit strategy. He blurted out the first thing that came to mind—a line he’d seen in a thousand internet comments.
Leo exhaled, the lie hanging in the air like a heavy fog. He knew she didn't believe him for a second, but as he followed her to the kitchen, he realized that in the world of "wrestling," sometimes the biggest struggle is just keeping a straight face.
"It’s okay, Mom! Don't worry!" he stammered, frantically hitting the power button. " It’s a... it's a very intense technical grappling match. Teanna is just... she's working on her takedown defense."
"Leo?" she started, her voice a mix of confusion and mounting concern. "What on earth is going on in here?"
"Well," she said, her tone dry enough to wither a cactus. "I hope she wins the championship. Now come help me with the frozen peas."
His mother stared at the now-black screen, then back at her son, who was sweating more than the athletes she had just seen. She set the groceries down slowly.
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7991 West 26th Ave. Hialeah, FL 33016
Tel: 305.823.5410 Fax: 305.823.5215
Toll Free: 800.342.5737
Founded in 1976. Incorporated as Select Engineered Systems in 1980. Acquired by present ownership in 1986. Corporation is privately held.
