Post by Freya Davis on Nov 7, 2012 11:42:49 GMT -6
"You know what felt great? That week off. It came at the right time too. After quite a few weeks of going hard in the paint, I needed a moment to recharge myself. Going balls out, so to speak, for five straight weeks trying to accomplish a goal is quite draining. Not saying that I half ass it normally or anything its just that I stepped up more then I could have thought. What do I have to show for winning Road to the Gold?
Nothing.
I have nothing to show for winning the tournament. I left the arena empty handed that night while Dexter accomplished his goal of becoming a two time X Champion. I could not be happier for my husband for his win against Curtis Kanyon that night. Back to my matters though. Everyone in the arena knows, and I think Jenny knows, that again she got lucky. We both know that I kicked out before that hand hit the mat.
I'm not saying any sour grapes. I just know in my heart that I kicked out before his hand slapped the mat for a third time which sealed my fate as having a loss next to my name. I gave you the moment. I applauded you, Jenny. We both had our drinks, toasted one another and hugged. The thought going through my head that entire time was do it Freya, blast Jenny. Let her know that she isn't better then you.
But I didn't. I let it go. Then I saw we're teaming this week. Me and you, now teaming. First time in history a Kane and a Williams teamed together. This is a bigger deal when I had a short lived tag team with Lana Holmes! The two of us teaming together, Jenny, is a big accomplishment in the wrestling world. Two legendary families, in my mind anyways, coming together is something no one ever thought of before. Jennifer Williams and Freya Davis, friends, allies, and just so you know, Jenny, I will be back for that title.
After all, I didn't lose against you at Road to the Gold. The referee is a complete moron and didn't see my shoulder get up in time.
Either way, when we team this week, we have a couple of ladies that well, I've beaten in the past month and a half in singles matches. Kathleen Conway and Mercedes Vargas, or as their team is terribly called, Opportunity. What the hell is that name supposed to mean? What kind of Opportunity are you talking about? It baffles me to see such a name for a tag team that has no real purpose without the Starlets Tag Team Titles.
Is it because the two of you need one another to suck that pussy when the other's ego is low? Do the two of you console one another when the other falls short in a match? Do you need the Opportunity to showcase your talents as a tag team because your talent as singles wrestlers falls way below the normal? For all of the trash that Vargas speaks, it amazes me that she has never done anything as a singles wrestler in this company.
I saw your little interview a couple of weeks ago claiming that I needed to win that tournament. Bitch if you had been paying attention instead of shoving your ego enlarged head up your own ass, you would have noticed I said that numerous times. Winning that tournament meant the world to me. And typical you, you said you didn't need it. Newsflash, hon, your speeches are nothing more then a way for you to hear your own voice.
When was the last time you said anything note worthy? When was the last time that you shook up the pot a little bit? When was the last time someone took notice of you besides you bitching about losing another damn important singles match when something was on the line? Did I lose to Jenny? Yeah, I did but in my mind I didn't. I thought, and know, my shoudler got up before that three count happened. Instead I took my loss like a woman and showed sportswomanship to Jenny.
What would you have done there? Complain about losing again? Then again, in your case, that shoudler would've stayed down for a long time. Just like it did at Battle Grounds. There was no doubt left in people's minds that Jenny is the better wrestler. There is no doubt in people's minds that I am the better wrestler. You just know how to choke when the chips are on the table, Mercedes. That is what you do best and this is why you need Kathleen Conway to carry you on her back.
Congratulations, you're the Andrew Jacobsen to her Rob Diamond! Also, why would you get another shot? You lost to both Jenny and I. Prove something first.
Kathleen Conway, unlike your partner, I don't have contempt for you! I think you are a good person. I have never had a bad run in with you. You showed me the respect and I showed you the respect back when we had our match a few weeks ago in the tournament. While I think your husband's face looks like a worn out catcher's mitt, that doesn't stop you from loving him anyways. Good for you.
Just wondering, though, why did you name your kid after a card game? I never really understood that. Regardless, I wish you luck this Saturday evening against Jenny and myself. You have a teaming experience edge with that bitter woman you call a partner. A bit weird isn't it? How I can respect one half of a tag team and loathe the other. Suppose that is what happens when you team with an utter bitch, Kathy.
Should be an interesting night, ladies. Good luck to Kathy. Jenny, call me sometime so we talk about the match and play video games. Mercedes, go soak your head in acid."
Nothing.
I have nothing to show for winning the tournament. I left the arena empty handed that night while Dexter accomplished his goal of becoming a two time X Champion. I could not be happier for my husband for his win against Curtis Kanyon that night. Back to my matters though. Everyone in the arena knows, and I think Jenny knows, that again she got lucky. We both know that I kicked out before that hand hit the mat.
I'm not saying any sour grapes. I just know in my heart that I kicked out before his hand slapped the mat for a third time which sealed my fate as having a loss next to my name. I gave you the moment. I applauded you, Jenny. We both had our drinks, toasted one another and hugged. The thought going through my head that entire time was do it Freya, blast Jenny. Let her know that she isn't better then you.
But I didn't. I let it go. Then I saw we're teaming this week. Me and you, now teaming. First time in history a Kane and a Williams teamed together. This is a bigger deal when I had a short lived tag team with Lana Holmes! The two of us teaming together, Jenny, is a big accomplishment in the wrestling world. Two legendary families, in my mind anyways, coming together is something no one ever thought of before. Jennifer Williams and Freya Davis, friends, allies, and just so you know, Jenny, I will be back for that title.
After all, I didn't lose against you at Road to the Gold. The referee is a complete moron and didn't see my shoulder get up in time.
Either way, when we team this week, we have a couple of ladies that well, I've beaten in the past month and a half in singles matches. Kathleen Conway and Mercedes Vargas, or as their team is terribly called, Opportunity. What the hell is that name supposed to mean? What kind of Opportunity are you talking about? It baffles me to see such a name for a tag team that has no real purpose without the Starlets Tag Team Titles.
Is it because the two of you need one another to suck that pussy when the other's ego is low? Do the two of you console one another when the other falls short in a match? Do you need the Opportunity to showcase your talents as a tag team because your talent as singles wrestlers falls way below the normal? For all of the trash that Vargas speaks, it amazes me that she has never done anything as a singles wrestler in this company.
I saw your little interview a couple of weeks ago claiming that I needed to win that tournament. Bitch if you had been paying attention instead of shoving your ego enlarged head up your own ass, you would have noticed I said that numerous times. Winning that tournament meant the world to me. And typical you, you said you didn't need it. Newsflash, hon, your speeches are nothing more then a way for you to hear your own voice.
When was the last time you said anything note worthy? When was the last time that you shook up the pot a little bit? When was the last time someone took notice of you besides you bitching about losing another damn important singles match when something was on the line? Did I lose to Jenny? Yeah, I did but in my mind I didn't. I thought, and know, my shoudler got up before that three count happened. Instead I took my loss like a woman and showed sportswomanship to Jenny.
What would you have done there? Complain about losing again? Then again, in your case, that shoudler would've stayed down for a long time. Just like it did at Battle Grounds. There was no doubt left in people's minds that Jenny is the better wrestler. There is no doubt in people's minds that I am the better wrestler. You just know how to choke when the chips are on the table, Mercedes. That is what you do best and this is why you need Kathleen Conway to carry you on her back.
Congratulations, you're the Andrew Jacobsen to her Rob Diamond! Also, why would you get another shot? You lost to both Jenny and I. Prove something first.
Kathleen Conway, unlike your partner, I don't have contempt for you! I think you are a good person. I have never had a bad run in with you. You showed me the respect and I showed you the respect back when we had our match a few weeks ago in the tournament. While I think your husband's face looks like a worn out catcher's mitt, that doesn't stop you from loving him anyways. Good for you.
Just wondering, though, why did you name your kid after a card game? I never really understood that. Regardless, I wish you luck this Saturday evening against Jenny and myself. You have a teaming experience edge with that bitter woman you call a partner. A bit weird isn't it? How I can respect one half of a tag team and loathe the other. Suppose that is what happens when you team with an utter bitch, Kathy.
Should be an interesting night, ladies. Good luck to Kathy. Jenny, call me sometime so we talk about the match and play video games. Mercedes, go soak your head in acid."
~~~~~
Holidays are coming up so that only means one thing. Dexter's mother, Cecilia, is coming to live with us until after the New Year. This is why we bought a three bedroom house. Dexter loves his mama, and I don't blame him. On more than one occasion, I have called her the black Paula Deen, without the southern accent. A little not right of me to say but I swear that is who she reminds me of! I sit in Tasha's room as she plays around with some of her building blocks all dressed up ready for daddy to come home with grammy.
Freya: You looking forward to grammy coming, Tash?
My daughter claps her hands. She loves her grammy. I love her grammy too. Slowly she's making me a better cook. I hate hearing the "Oh, Freya burns water" jokes. How can I burn water?! Ugh, jerks. Tasha stands up in her dress and smiles. Oh that smile. Going to break so many hearts. She slowly walks to her stuffed animal collection, and my goodness is it a huge collection. Bears, lions, tigers, monkeys, fishes, and even an elephant.
Freya: What are you doing?
She looks at me before pointing to one of the bears. The one that is dressed up like a farmer. Has overalls on, mainly. I grab it for her as she snuggles it right away.
Freya: So silly. Come on sweetie, we should wait in the living room for grammy. This way when she walks in the door, do you know who she'll see first?
Tasha looks at me with some excitement. I pick her up with the bear and put my smile on.
Freya: You! Grammy will give you hugs and kisses and say how much she missed you!
That makes her even more excited. We make our way to the living room where I put her in a playpen. She loves it in there. More toys wait for her. Yeah, she's spoiled rotten. I turn on the TV and see that Fresh Prince is on. Pretty funny show. Carlton is just, he's so funny and stupid. Also I'm pretty sure he was Will's cousin.
Freya: Oh, Carlton, you're such an idiot.
Car doors are shut. Oh my! Footsteps are heard now, closing into the garage door. The door opens in walks Cecilia and Dexter. Tasha's face lights up as she wants upsies from her grammy so badly. Cecilia smiles at the two of us before walking over to give her grand daughter what she wants.
Cecilia: My, my, you have gotten so big. Also, great to see you Freya. Dexter treating you good?
Freya: Yes. ma'am. He's really good to me and to Tasha.
I thought about saying no. Always funny to watch Cecilia whoop her son's butt in front of people. She doesn't care. Last year at Christmas he said a dirty joke in front of kids and he got slapped for it and a stern speech about watching his mouth.
Cecilia: Good. If he is every anything less then a perfect gentleman, you let me know.
I nod my head as she takes a seat while Dex takes her luggage to the guest room. I follow him in and give him a kiss. He kisses me back.
Freya: How was the drive?
Dex: Great. Mama's doing great right now. She's thinkin' about moving out here to be closer to us. I didn't have a problem with it.
Freya: Oh that's great! Tasha could spend time with her grammy every weekend, or close to every weekend.
Dexter smiles knowing I like the idea of her moving out here. Plus I think it would be better for her. In New York City, she has no friends or family to speak of.
Dex: Good. I told her she can stay here until she gets an apartment.
Okay, that's alright I guess. I just smile and nod my head again as we head back out to Cecilia and Tasha. Goodness Tasha is loving her grammy right now.
Cecilia: Grammy is going to be here all the time, Tasha.
Tasha's excitement level is through the roof. So much so that she's gone and pooped herself.
Cecilia: I got it. Y'all just relax for a few days.
Dexter and I take her advice and sit down. Cecilia is just completely awesome as she heads to change Tasha. Dex slings his arm around me and kisses my cheek again.
Dex: I love that you're so cool with mama living here until she gets a place.
Freya: Hey, if it means no more cold lasgana and burned meatloaf, I'm sure we're both happy. So, when are we going to tell her?
Dexter shrugs. Yep, none of you know what we have planned right now. That's a surprise for you too. When the moment is right, and no I'm not pregnant, you'll know. I'm incapable of getting pregnant, you jerks. Thanks, now I'm crying and Dexter is holding me. Still, I'd rather narrate my own life then have that male narrator that likes to watch us women shower. Pervert. Dexter kisses my forehead as I stop crying.
Dex: I think we should tell her on Thanksgiving along with everyone else.
That brings a smile to my face. So there you have it. Thanksgiving, the world will know what Dexter and I have planned. And if anyone figures it out, shut the hell up.