Post by Shelly Taylor-Jones on Jul 5, 2010 17:27:38 GMT -6
“It seems I’ve been misquoted somewhere, either that or this bubblehead doesn’t understand....”
I sit in my hotel room alone, my legs pulled to my chest, I shake my head and laugh....
“Megan Kane. You’re the wife of the current world champion right?. Why are you getting into all of this?. Don’t you have like seven hundred kids at home or something?. How did Brad take it that he’s be losing his little sex slave so she could pursue a career that she’d fail in?. How am I supposed to take you seriously?. You sit there and take my words of hating the “pretty faces” on NCW to mean I hate “hot” women. No, what I meant by that is I hate the girls who are here just because they look good in spandex. That’s all some of you have going for you. Look at me. I have a toned athletic body and a model’s face but I can also get into that ring and destroy anyone who comes near me...just ask Ashlie......”
“But you Megan, you’re nothing but a wannabe, a pretty face and a hot body thrown in the ring to make all the men salivate. You want proof?. I caught your little show. What the hell does that have to do with wrestling?. Why do any of us care how big your husband’s cock is?. Just because you’re obsessed with penis’ doesn’t mean the rest of us are. You know what I love Megan?. Competition. I love to get into the ring and beat the hell out of whoever is standing infront of me, to prove without a doubt that I am the best women’s wrestler not only in NCW but the world. It seems all you want to prove is that your husband isn’t a closet homosexual”
“I mean come on Megan, the whole “I was pretty much a virginal lesbian before my macho stud of a husband came and turned me into a little whore” shtick is pathetic and demeans women’s wrestling and women in general. Tell me, how exactly am I supposed to take women like you seriously when you act like that?. How is ANYONE supposed to take you seriously?. I’m pretty sure your husband doesn’t even take you seriously. But Megan trust me when I say this. The joke is over, the joke was never funny, but I’m sure people will be laughing when I cave your head in. It’s real simple, left kick hospital right kick cemetery......”
I smirk and laugh to myself, I shake my head as my thoughts drift elsewhere..to the strange....
“And now we see Malice. Well, someone else who is trying to use the whole “mind games” thing. Ok Malice we get it, you have a thing for Johnny Depp and you’ve seen the Tim Burton mind **** version of Alice in wonderland a few too many times. Someone else who I’m going to struggle to take seriously. But I have to applaud whoever did all the special effects, too be honest with you I thought I was back in college on some kind of bad acid trip. But I have to ask WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?. What’s going to happen on Sunday in this match?, are you going to come to the ring and throw skinny stray cats at me?. Or is there some kind of stipulation to this match where every woman in it has to be a complete idiot?....”
“Speaking of complete idiots, it seems Ashlie didn’t get the message I sent to her last week. I told you that you weren’t a wrestler Ashlie, I told you I was going to prove it, and I made you pass out, I made you go to sleep. And now instead of going back to your normal life and your normal job you agree to this match. Well, I’ll say this, you have alot more guts than I gave you credit for, but you’re still not a wrestler....”
“The same goes for Maria Williams. Maria you’re another wife of a wrestler who saw it and thought it was fun. But tell me are you going to do what your husband does and just not show up?. Are you going to be all silent up until the match then get destroyed?. Or are you going to yap like an annoying dog before I put you out of your misery permanently?.”
I raise an eyebrow trying to get across that I’m serious.
“But there is one woman left. Tara Fenix. I left you for last Tara because in all honesty you’re my only threat. The other four are just in the way. This should just be a one on one match you and me for the title shot. I have respect for you Tara because unlike Maria, Megan, Malice and Ashlie you are a true athlete and a real wrestler. You’re one of the best in NCW and the world. You and I know each other outside the ring, from when you used to date my brother. And I know that my brother and your boyfriend are preparing to rip each other’s heads off on Sunday, but that is none of my business.”
“What is my business however is the NCW women’s title. Tara you’ve had your shot at Zelda and like everyone else you failed. You even had someone else in there with you and neither of you could beat Zelda. Will I do any better?. See here’s the thing. I look around at you all and I see Megan and Maria, who got into this business because they’re husbands did. I see Malice who’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic and Ashlie Ember who got lost on her way to the mail room, and I know that none of them can challenge Zelda, none of them can stand a chance against her, or you or me. The three of us are the only real women athletes in NCW. But even you have been caught up in things.”
“You’ve been sucked in to your boyfriend’s problems and you’re unfocused. See all I have is myself,. I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have a husband, I don’t have some magical world with a talking cat. I have myself. I have that ring. And I have the competition that I love. That is why NONE of you can challenge Zelda Knite like I can. And that is why you’ll all lose. That is why Charlaine Jones is going to be the number one contender for the NCW women’s title. It’s not because of any magical fluke..it’s because I am the best at what I do....and none of you are good enough to stop me....”
I get to my feet and smile one last time as the scene fades
I sit in my hotel room alone, my legs pulled to my chest, I shake my head and laugh....
“Megan Kane. You’re the wife of the current world champion right?. Why are you getting into all of this?. Don’t you have like seven hundred kids at home or something?. How did Brad take it that he’s be losing his little sex slave so she could pursue a career that she’d fail in?. How am I supposed to take you seriously?. You sit there and take my words of hating the “pretty faces” on NCW to mean I hate “hot” women. No, what I meant by that is I hate the girls who are here just because they look good in spandex. That’s all some of you have going for you. Look at me. I have a toned athletic body and a model’s face but I can also get into that ring and destroy anyone who comes near me...just ask Ashlie......”
“But you Megan, you’re nothing but a wannabe, a pretty face and a hot body thrown in the ring to make all the men salivate. You want proof?. I caught your little show. What the hell does that have to do with wrestling?. Why do any of us care how big your husband’s cock is?. Just because you’re obsessed with penis’ doesn’t mean the rest of us are. You know what I love Megan?. Competition. I love to get into the ring and beat the hell out of whoever is standing infront of me, to prove without a doubt that I am the best women’s wrestler not only in NCW but the world. It seems all you want to prove is that your husband isn’t a closet homosexual”
“I mean come on Megan, the whole “I was pretty much a virginal lesbian before my macho stud of a husband came and turned me into a little whore” shtick is pathetic and demeans women’s wrestling and women in general. Tell me, how exactly am I supposed to take women like you seriously when you act like that?. How is ANYONE supposed to take you seriously?. I’m pretty sure your husband doesn’t even take you seriously. But Megan trust me when I say this. The joke is over, the joke was never funny, but I’m sure people will be laughing when I cave your head in. It’s real simple, left kick hospital right kick cemetery......”
I smirk and laugh to myself, I shake my head as my thoughts drift elsewhere..to the strange....
“And now we see Malice. Well, someone else who is trying to use the whole “mind games” thing. Ok Malice we get it, you have a thing for Johnny Depp and you’ve seen the Tim Burton mind **** version of Alice in wonderland a few too many times. Someone else who I’m going to struggle to take seriously. But I have to applaud whoever did all the special effects, too be honest with you I thought I was back in college on some kind of bad acid trip. But I have to ask WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?. What’s going to happen on Sunday in this match?, are you going to come to the ring and throw skinny stray cats at me?. Or is there some kind of stipulation to this match where every woman in it has to be a complete idiot?....”
“Speaking of complete idiots, it seems Ashlie didn’t get the message I sent to her last week. I told you that you weren’t a wrestler Ashlie, I told you I was going to prove it, and I made you pass out, I made you go to sleep. And now instead of going back to your normal life and your normal job you agree to this match. Well, I’ll say this, you have alot more guts than I gave you credit for, but you’re still not a wrestler....”
“The same goes for Maria Williams. Maria you’re another wife of a wrestler who saw it and thought it was fun. But tell me are you going to do what your husband does and just not show up?. Are you going to be all silent up until the match then get destroyed?. Or are you going to yap like an annoying dog before I put you out of your misery permanently?.”
I raise an eyebrow trying to get across that I’m serious.
“But there is one woman left. Tara Fenix. I left you for last Tara because in all honesty you’re my only threat. The other four are just in the way. This should just be a one on one match you and me for the title shot. I have respect for you Tara because unlike Maria, Megan, Malice and Ashlie you are a true athlete and a real wrestler. You’re one of the best in NCW and the world. You and I know each other outside the ring, from when you used to date my brother. And I know that my brother and your boyfriend are preparing to rip each other’s heads off on Sunday, but that is none of my business.”
“What is my business however is the NCW women’s title. Tara you’ve had your shot at Zelda and like everyone else you failed. You even had someone else in there with you and neither of you could beat Zelda. Will I do any better?. See here’s the thing. I look around at you all and I see Megan and Maria, who got into this business because they’re husbands did. I see Malice who’s a few sandwiches short of a picnic and Ashlie Ember who got lost on her way to the mail room, and I know that none of them can challenge Zelda, none of them can stand a chance against her, or you or me. The three of us are the only real women athletes in NCW. But even you have been caught up in things.”
“You’ve been sucked in to your boyfriend’s problems and you’re unfocused. See all I have is myself,. I don’t have a boyfriend, I don’t have a husband, I don’t have some magical world with a talking cat. I have myself. I have that ring. And I have the competition that I love. That is why NONE of you can challenge Zelda Knite like I can. And that is why you’ll all lose. That is why Charlaine Jones is going to be the number one contender for the NCW women’s title. It’s not because of any magical fluke..it’s because I am the best at what I do....and none of you are good enough to stop me....”
I get to my feet and smile one last time as the scene fades