>>10459162I was only 9 years old.
I loved Triple H so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I pray to Triple H every night, thanking him for the life I’ve been given. “HHH is love” I say, “HHH is life."
My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous of my devotion to Triple H.
I called him a cunt.
He hits me and sends me to sleep.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I lay in bed, really cold. I feel something warm...
It's Triple H! I was so happy.
He whispers in my ear "Bow down to the king of kings."
He grabs me with his wrestler hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I'm ready.
I spread my ass cheeks for Triple H.
He penetrates my butthole.
It hurts so much, but I do it for Paul LeVasque. I can feel my butt tearing and eyes watering.
I want to please HHH.
He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love.
My dad walks in.
Triple looks him straight in the eye and says,
"It's all about the game, and how you play it"
Triple H leaves through my window.
Triple H is love. Triple H is life.
