Post by Megan Sanderson on Nov 23, 2012 20:58:15 GMT -6
Megan Sanderson: Where am I?
"I ask the question out loud expecting somebody to answer. I'm lonely, laying in my bed. Only, I'm not alone."
Kris Titan: You're with me, silly goose.
"Then I remember. It all comes back to me like the headlights of a fast approaching car that is about to run over everything that I am."
Kris Titan: Bad dream?
Megan Sanderson: I can't shake this feeling off.
Kris Titan: What feeling?
Megan Sanderson: IDK...
"I wanna answer but I don't wanna say it out loud because then it'll make it true."
Megan Sanderson. Never mind, honey. What do you feel like doing tonight?
Kris Titan: The same thing we do every night, Pinky... Eat each other silly.
"Kris makes me smile. Her Pinky and the Brain reference perverted by her peversions gets me a little moist but I can't shake this feeling off. I feel lonely..."
Megan Sanderson: Sounds like a plan.
"I turn over and mount her, grinding her into bed and forcing my tongue down her throat. It makes her feel happy but it doesn't stop me from feeling what I've been feeling. I feel sad..."
Kris Titan: I'm gonna die in your arms, ya know.
Megan Sanderson: Would that be a bad thing?
Kris Titan: Couldn't think of a better way to go.
"She smiles her innocent smile and I wonder why she finds me so attractive. She's young and nubile and could have any woman or man she wants but she spends her time with used up old me. I should be blissful but this feeling is one that I just can't escape. I feel empty..."
Kris Titan: Are ya gonna answer that?
"I snap to. The phone is vibrating on the nightstand. I look at it and wonder if it's Lex. He'd become a ghost since he retired Falcon. I dismount Kris and watch her get up, staring at her tight ass as it saunters into the restroom. I roll over and reach for the phone, answering it without looking at the name. I feel lost..."
Megan Sanderson: Hello... What do you want Chad?... I'm on vacation... Hells to the no!... Because... BECAUSE!... FINE THEN!!... I'll be there... You better not ask me about Lex though.
"I hang up the phone and toss it aside. Now I feel angry..."
Kris Titan: Who was it?
Megan Sanderson: Stupid Chad Lights. I have an interview with him scheduled in a couple of days. I have to pack and catch the next flight out. Rain check?
Kris Titan: Of course but I'm going with you.
Megan Sanderson: Then we should probably shower.
"I get outta bed and pull her into me by her arm. I taste her lips before we enter the restroom and close the door. We haven't really left this room in weeks. We explored the sights and took pictures like silly tourists but mostly, we f*cked each other dry. I guess it's time to go home. Time to go back to work but the feeling still lingers. I feel...
Guilty."
Megan Sanderson: I imagine there were many of you out there that were hoping I'd never return. Bet you thought I was finally gone but I was a Kane for a long time and I picked up one of their most famously annoying habits...
I came back.
The truth is I never really left. I took some time off to enjoy the company of a sweet, sweet girl. A personal emergency took her out of the ring and I went with her to help her deal. And by helping her I mean I f*cked her senseless. I guess I'm giving ya'll a little fuel for the inevitable fire headed my way but I don't give a sh*t. I haven't forgotten about my intentions and I intend on reaching my goal.
It takes a special type of woman to do this for a living. Especially when most of us are hot and we could do whatever the f*ck we please just by batting our eyelashes. Instead we choose to wreck our sexy bodies in search of something more. Time with Kris was sweet, it was special but it wasn't enough.
So I'm back.
And I want to be respected.
P.S... Don't f*cking ask me about Sense. I don't know what's up with that dude.
Chad Lights: So... Any word on Lex Sense?
"Motherf*cker! I knew I should've skipped this interview. Nobody asks me where I've been or if I'm planning to come back. They all want to know about Lex. I'm his baby momma not his gorram babysitter."
Megan Sanderson: I'm not his keeper, asshole, and this interview is over.
Chad Lights: But it just started? You can't leave.
"I take off my mic and bend over a little in front of him, giving him a view of two mountains he'll never climb."
Megan Sanderson: Watch me, dick...
"I planned on leaving, going back to the hotel and forcing Kris to submit to me but then this feeling stops me in my tracks. I slowly turn to Chad and shimmy up next time, practically rubbing my tits on his shoulder. I do something I wasn't expecting to do."
Megan Sanderson: Would you be a dear and pass along a little message for me?
Chad Lights: Sure.
Megan Sanderson: Tell Kelly that I want a match next week.
Chad Lights: What if she says no?
Megan Sanderson: Then convince her with this...
"I twirl in my high heels, my pink form fitting dress rising as I swing a MS Backfist that connects with the side of Chad's face. He drops, I smirk.
I think that will convince her."
Megan Sanderson: So... Jasmine... Still on the bottom of the barrel, I see. I know, baby. It's hard around here to go anywhere if you don't belong and you, chica, you don't belong. You are an empowered latina better suited for the streets. You're a street rat. Minus well get yourself a monkey named Apu and change your name to Aladdin. Then again, by the looks of some of the people you associate with, dear, you just need the name change... Because you surround yourself with monkeys just in case you didn't get what I was hinting at.
I think I faced you once, maybe twice. I think I beat you but can't be too sure. I don't dwell on the past. At least not more than I have to. As far as I'm concerned it's all about the present and presently I'm gonna kick your face in and then shove my fist up your ass. I don't have the best track record anywhere. My name has been sullied and there are few that see past my obsession with sex. I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is everyone thinking that my best work is lying on my back. Even if it's true.
I am a f*cktissions expert but I can also break your body and bend it to my will. I know the right spots to lick just as I know the right spots to kick. You don't even know if your life choices were the right ones made. You work for scumbags and lowlifes and think this is something to be proud of. You dwell in the gutter, making deals with crackheads and criminals for meager wages. I live in a mansion in upscale San Diego, spending vacas in luxurious hotels making love to a beautiful woman. You probably spend your nights in some alleyway f*cking yourself over worse than your so called business associates. You, you need to do this to make a living. I don't but...
I want to.
I can't quit until I've worn that title around my waist. I need to be champion like you need to be a stereotype. I've been doing this for far too long without having something to show for it. So I'm looking for a triumphant return. Trumpets playing, confetti and balloons falling and a W as fat as your ass. I didn't have to come back but I did because I need to do something to relieve myself of this guilt...
What did I just say?
This promo is over. GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!!!
"I feel regret."
"I ask the question out loud expecting somebody to answer. I'm lonely, laying in my bed. Only, I'm not alone."
Kris Titan: You're with me, silly goose.
"Then I remember. It all comes back to me like the headlights of a fast approaching car that is about to run over everything that I am."
Kris Titan: Bad dream?
Megan Sanderson: I can't shake this feeling off.
Kris Titan: What feeling?
Megan Sanderson: IDK...
"I wanna answer but I don't wanna say it out loud because then it'll make it true."
Megan Sanderson. Never mind, honey. What do you feel like doing tonight?
Kris Titan: The same thing we do every night, Pinky... Eat each other silly.
"Kris makes me smile. Her Pinky and the Brain reference perverted by her peversions gets me a little moist but I can't shake this feeling off. I feel lonely..."
Megan Sanderson: Sounds like a plan.
"I turn over and mount her, grinding her into bed and forcing my tongue down her throat. It makes her feel happy but it doesn't stop me from feeling what I've been feeling. I feel sad..."
Kris Titan: I'm gonna die in your arms, ya know.
Megan Sanderson: Would that be a bad thing?
Kris Titan: Couldn't think of a better way to go.
"She smiles her innocent smile and I wonder why she finds me so attractive. She's young and nubile and could have any woman or man she wants but she spends her time with used up old me. I should be blissful but this feeling is one that I just can't escape. I feel empty..."
Kris Titan: Are ya gonna answer that?
"I snap to. The phone is vibrating on the nightstand. I look at it and wonder if it's Lex. He'd become a ghost since he retired Falcon. I dismount Kris and watch her get up, staring at her tight ass as it saunters into the restroom. I roll over and reach for the phone, answering it without looking at the name. I feel lost..."
Megan Sanderson: Hello... What do you want Chad?... I'm on vacation... Hells to the no!... Because... BECAUSE!... FINE THEN!!... I'll be there... You better not ask me about Lex though.
"I hang up the phone and toss it aside. Now I feel angry..."
Kris Titan: Who was it?
Megan Sanderson: Stupid Chad Lights. I have an interview with him scheduled in a couple of days. I have to pack and catch the next flight out. Rain check?
Kris Titan: Of course but I'm going with you.
Megan Sanderson: Then we should probably shower.
"I get outta bed and pull her into me by her arm. I taste her lips before we enter the restroom and close the door. We haven't really left this room in weeks. We explored the sights and took pictures like silly tourists but mostly, we f*cked each other dry. I guess it's time to go home. Time to go back to work but the feeling still lingers. I feel...
Guilty."
Megan Sanderson: I imagine there were many of you out there that were hoping I'd never return. Bet you thought I was finally gone but I was a Kane for a long time and I picked up one of their most famously annoying habits...
I came back.
The truth is I never really left. I took some time off to enjoy the company of a sweet, sweet girl. A personal emergency took her out of the ring and I went with her to help her deal. And by helping her I mean I f*cked her senseless. I guess I'm giving ya'll a little fuel for the inevitable fire headed my way but I don't give a sh*t. I haven't forgotten about my intentions and I intend on reaching my goal.
It takes a special type of woman to do this for a living. Especially when most of us are hot and we could do whatever the f*ck we please just by batting our eyelashes. Instead we choose to wreck our sexy bodies in search of something more. Time with Kris was sweet, it was special but it wasn't enough.
So I'm back.
And I want to be respected.
P.S... Don't f*cking ask me about Sense. I don't know what's up with that dude.
Chad Lights: So... Any word on Lex Sense?
"Motherf*cker! I knew I should've skipped this interview. Nobody asks me where I've been or if I'm planning to come back. They all want to know about Lex. I'm his baby momma not his gorram babysitter."
Megan Sanderson: I'm not his keeper, asshole, and this interview is over.
Chad Lights: But it just started? You can't leave.
"I take off my mic and bend over a little in front of him, giving him a view of two mountains he'll never climb."
Megan Sanderson: Watch me, dick...
"I planned on leaving, going back to the hotel and forcing Kris to submit to me but then this feeling stops me in my tracks. I slowly turn to Chad and shimmy up next time, practically rubbing my tits on his shoulder. I do something I wasn't expecting to do."
Megan Sanderson: Would you be a dear and pass along a little message for me?
Chad Lights: Sure.
Megan Sanderson: Tell Kelly that I want a match next week.
Chad Lights: What if she says no?
Megan Sanderson: Then convince her with this...
"I twirl in my high heels, my pink form fitting dress rising as I swing a MS Backfist that connects with the side of Chad's face. He drops, I smirk.
I think that will convince her."
Megan Sanderson: So... Jasmine... Still on the bottom of the barrel, I see. I know, baby. It's hard around here to go anywhere if you don't belong and you, chica, you don't belong. You are an empowered latina better suited for the streets. You're a street rat. Minus well get yourself a monkey named Apu and change your name to Aladdin. Then again, by the looks of some of the people you associate with, dear, you just need the name change... Because you surround yourself with monkeys just in case you didn't get what I was hinting at.
I think I faced you once, maybe twice. I think I beat you but can't be too sure. I don't dwell on the past. At least not more than I have to. As far as I'm concerned it's all about the present and presently I'm gonna kick your face in and then shove my fist up your ass. I don't have the best track record anywhere. My name has been sullied and there are few that see past my obsession with sex. I'm okay with that. What I'm not okay with is everyone thinking that my best work is lying on my back. Even if it's true.
I am a f*cktissions expert but I can also break your body and bend it to my will. I know the right spots to lick just as I know the right spots to kick. You don't even know if your life choices were the right ones made. You work for scumbags and lowlifes and think this is something to be proud of. You dwell in the gutter, making deals with crackheads and criminals for meager wages. I live in a mansion in upscale San Diego, spending vacas in luxurious hotels making love to a beautiful woman. You probably spend your nights in some alleyway f*cking yourself over worse than your so called business associates. You, you need to do this to make a living. I don't but...
I want to.
I can't quit until I've worn that title around my waist. I need to be champion like you need to be a stereotype. I've been doing this for far too long without having something to show for it. So I'm looking for a triumphant return. Trumpets playing, confetti and balloons falling and a W as fat as your ass. I didn't have to come back but I did because I need to do something to relieve myself of this guilt...
What did I just say?
This promo is over. GET OUTTA MY HOUSE!!!
"I feel regret."