Post by Hexxy on Jul 5, 2010 17:39:02 GMT -6
- Tara Fenix sucks, there I said, she couldn't even beat a one armed woman in a handicapped match -
- Malice watches too many Tim Burton movie remakes, I mean come on... seriously -
- Megan Kane is too worried about penis sizes and I believe slightly lesbian -
- Maria Williams is as worthless as her husband, but she is slightly better looking -
- Charlie Jones is a dirty cheating skank -
- Everything I say is the truth -
- I'm just better than all of you -
Ashlie: Jeff! Hurry up with my things!
Jeff: Yes Ma'am!
{Jeff scurries along dragging two large suitcases with him, Ashlie has her big oversized sunglasses on and has her cell phone to her ear. She screams into the phone, then rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed by whoever is at the other end.}
Ashlie: Look Jerry, if you don't like then my guy is ready to hold out. He's prepared to miss the whole year if he doesn't get that extra year added to that contract offer. Alright, I'll see in a couple of days, we'll fly in and hammer out some more details then, thanks Jerry.
{Ashlie hits to end the call on her iPhone and shoves it back into it's special little pouch that is on her purse. She continues to walk down the long corridor of the airport as Jeff pumps his legs faster and faster trying to keep up, eventually he comes side by side with her.}
Jeff: Was that Jerry J.......
Ashlie: That's none of your business Jeff. You're my personal assistant, you're a slave, you're meaningless, you do what I say, when I say it.... and until then you just stand there and look pretty ok?
Jeff: Yes Ma'am!
{She brushes some hair out of her face as she lets out an annoyed sigh. She isn't paying attention and suddenly crashes into a kid dressed in a green super hero outfit, instantly recognizable as Destructor!. Ashlie seems appalled that somebody would be standing in her way in a busy airport as she stands there with her mouth opened. She slowly pulls her sunglasses off and tucks them into the purse as she cocks her head to the side and looks at Destructor.}
Ashlie: You, kid! What do you think you're doing?
Destructor: I was just standing here.
Ashlie: Heeeeey, you look familiar. Aren't you that Destructor kid in NCW?
Destructor: Indeed I am.
Ashlie: Ashlie... Ashlie Ember. I got signed a couple of weeks ago, I double as an agent as well.
Destructor: That's cool
Ashlie: You know kiddo. I've been watching some of your matches, you've got some talent.
{Jeff puts down the two suitcases and taps Ashlie on the shoulder.}
Jeff: I'm sorry Ms. Ember, but we're going to miss our flight.
{Ashlie lifts her hand, holding it flat into the air like she's about to slap the taste out of Jeff's mouth.}
Ashlie: Shut up Jeff I'm talking here!
Destructor: Thank you... but I really have to be going.
Ashlie: Wait kid... Do you have an agent?
Destrcutor: I've got a girl who hangs out with me, spends all my money, and gets me into tough situations “for the good of my career”, does that count?
{Ashlie reaches into her purse and pulls out a small white business card with a flame design streaking up and down on the right hand side.}
Ashlie: This is my card, if you ever want a real agent to represent you, give me a call ok? You need somebody who is going to work on getting you more money, not work on spending everything you got, alright?
Destructor: I'll keep that in mind...
Voice: Hey, stay away from my man!
{Jaymie Boone rushes over to the three and she doesn't look happy as she snaps her fingers all up in Ashlie's face. Ember scoffs at her as Jaymie gets all furious.}
Jaymie: Listen here honey, Luke here... he's my man, so you keep your filthy little hands off of him.
Ashlie: What are you talking about?
Jaymie: I saw you eyeing my boy Luke here. You can get to stepping right now tramp, because he's mine.
Ashlie: Oh please... like I have any interest in a sixteen year old virgin who walks around in a scuba suit for any other reason than he's decent in a wrestling ring? You can have him as your little boy toy, here's twenty bucks, go buy yourself some tic-tacs or something and get out of my face.. ok?
{Ashlie takes a twenty and throws it in Jaymie's face, Jaymie grabs it as it floats to the ground, shrugs her shoulders and turns around to go find something to spend it on. Destructor raises an eyebrow confused as Ashlie just smiles.}
Ashlie: Remember D, if you need some help getting some gigs.. call me.
{Ashlie winks at Destructor as he takes her card.}
Ashlie: Jeff! Hurry up for chrissakes we're going to miss our flight! God do you ever do anything right!?
{Ashlie puts her sunglasses back on and storms off in a huff as Jeff chases after her. Destructor is left there confused and slightly scared.}
- First lets talk about the amazing Tara Fenix and how she was supposed to be some kind of gift sent down from the heavens for the Women's division and all she has been is just another face in the crowd. She claimed to have so much talent, claimed to be so great and yet all she can manage to do is suck off a married man and lose to Zelda Knite. That's nothing to be ashamed of though, as far as I can tell Adam's little sister has been downing everybody who touches her. If her and Adam weren't so close, I'd swoop in and try and sign her up. I could make a lot of money off all those endorsement deals, oh well.
Anyway, like I was saying. Tara Fenix is nothing to worry about here. Everybody seems to think that she's the favorite to win this match, seems to think that the rest of us don't stand a chance. I ask why? What makes her so special? Because she can talk a nice scary game about the past, a past that nobody cares about because it was dead and gone a long time ago? I've been around athletes and fighters my whole professional career and I know when somebody is covering up for the yips, and right now... that's Tara Fenix.
Oh, she's got those yips bad I tell you. It's like Zelda Knite is a monkey on her back, she'll be so focused on trying “to get to Zelda” that she won't see me or anybody else coming. She can deny it, and I know she will, but it's not going to mean anything, since anybody can see through the facade that she tries to put up. Here Tara, I know the number to a good sports psychologist, he's been known to help a lot of people. You give me a call and I'll give you his number, deal? I'm just trying to help you out here, from one woman to another, because frankly you're giving women wrestlers a bad name right now.
Luckily however, the women have me to look up to. A strong independent woman, who doesn't go running off to a painted up wife choker the first chance she gets. I'll take your place Tara, I'll be what you couldn't.... good. Then the fans will have a true woman idol to look up to. Not a geeky gamer girl, not a whiney primadonna who claims to be tough but acts like a frail little princess when she's around the clown of her dreams.
No matter how many times you try and rise from the ashes Fenix, I'll keep burning you back down. I don't play around, if you don't want to get burnt... stay out of my way, and stick to telling Angel how awesome he is, like a good little bitch. -
- Malice watches too many Tim Burton movie remakes, I mean come on... seriously -
- Megan Kane is too worried about penis sizes and I believe slightly lesbian -
- Maria Williams is as worthless as her husband, but she is slightly better looking -
- Charlie Jones is a dirty cheating skank -
- Everything I say is the truth -
- I'm just better than all of you -
Ashlie: Jeff! Hurry up with my things!
Jeff: Yes Ma'am!
{Jeff scurries along dragging two large suitcases with him, Ashlie has her big oversized sunglasses on and has her cell phone to her ear. She screams into the phone, then rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed by whoever is at the other end.}
Ashlie: Look Jerry, if you don't like then my guy is ready to hold out. He's prepared to miss the whole year if he doesn't get that extra year added to that contract offer. Alright, I'll see in a couple of days, we'll fly in and hammer out some more details then, thanks Jerry.
{Ashlie hits to end the call on her iPhone and shoves it back into it's special little pouch that is on her purse. She continues to walk down the long corridor of the airport as Jeff pumps his legs faster and faster trying to keep up, eventually he comes side by side with her.}
Jeff: Was that Jerry J.......
Ashlie: That's none of your business Jeff. You're my personal assistant, you're a slave, you're meaningless, you do what I say, when I say it.... and until then you just stand there and look pretty ok?
Jeff: Yes Ma'am!
{She brushes some hair out of her face as she lets out an annoyed sigh. She isn't paying attention and suddenly crashes into a kid dressed in a green super hero outfit, instantly recognizable as Destructor!. Ashlie seems appalled that somebody would be standing in her way in a busy airport as she stands there with her mouth opened. She slowly pulls her sunglasses off and tucks them into the purse as she cocks her head to the side and looks at Destructor.}
Ashlie: You, kid! What do you think you're doing?
Destructor: I was just standing here.
Ashlie: Heeeeey, you look familiar. Aren't you that Destructor kid in NCW?
Destructor: Indeed I am.
Ashlie: Ashlie... Ashlie Ember. I got signed a couple of weeks ago, I double as an agent as well.
Destructor: That's cool
Ashlie: You know kiddo. I've been watching some of your matches, you've got some talent.
{Jeff puts down the two suitcases and taps Ashlie on the shoulder.}
Jeff: I'm sorry Ms. Ember, but we're going to miss our flight.
{Ashlie lifts her hand, holding it flat into the air like she's about to slap the taste out of Jeff's mouth.}
Ashlie: Shut up Jeff I'm talking here!
Destructor: Thank you... but I really have to be going.
Ashlie: Wait kid... Do you have an agent?
Destrcutor: I've got a girl who hangs out with me, spends all my money, and gets me into tough situations “for the good of my career”, does that count?
{Ashlie reaches into her purse and pulls out a small white business card with a flame design streaking up and down on the right hand side.}
Ashlie: This is my card, if you ever want a real agent to represent you, give me a call ok? You need somebody who is going to work on getting you more money, not work on spending everything you got, alright?
Destructor: I'll keep that in mind...
Voice: Hey, stay away from my man!
{Jaymie Boone rushes over to the three and she doesn't look happy as she snaps her fingers all up in Ashlie's face. Ember scoffs at her as Jaymie gets all furious.}
Jaymie: Listen here honey, Luke here... he's my man, so you keep your filthy little hands off of him.
Ashlie: What are you talking about?
Jaymie: I saw you eyeing my boy Luke here. You can get to stepping right now tramp, because he's mine.
Ashlie: Oh please... like I have any interest in a sixteen year old virgin who walks around in a scuba suit for any other reason than he's decent in a wrestling ring? You can have him as your little boy toy, here's twenty bucks, go buy yourself some tic-tacs or something and get out of my face.. ok?
{Ashlie takes a twenty and throws it in Jaymie's face, Jaymie grabs it as it floats to the ground, shrugs her shoulders and turns around to go find something to spend it on. Destructor raises an eyebrow confused as Ashlie just smiles.}
Ashlie: Remember D, if you need some help getting some gigs.. call me.
{Ashlie winks at Destructor as he takes her card.}
Ashlie: Jeff! Hurry up for chrissakes we're going to miss our flight! God do you ever do anything right!?
{Ashlie puts her sunglasses back on and storms off in a huff as Jeff chases after her. Destructor is left there confused and slightly scared.}
- First lets talk about the amazing Tara Fenix and how she was supposed to be some kind of gift sent down from the heavens for the Women's division and all she has been is just another face in the crowd. She claimed to have so much talent, claimed to be so great and yet all she can manage to do is suck off a married man and lose to Zelda Knite. That's nothing to be ashamed of though, as far as I can tell Adam's little sister has been downing everybody who touches her. If her and Adam weren't so close, I'd swoop in and try and sign her up. I could make a lot of money off all those endorsement deals, oh well.
Anyway, like I was saying. Tara Fenix is nothing to worry about here. Everybody seems to think that she's the favorite to win this match, seems to think that the rest of us don't stand a chance. I ask why? What makes her so special? Because she can talk a nice scary game about the past, a past that nobody cares about because it was dead and gone a long time ago? I've been around athletes and fighters my whole professional career and I know when somebody is covering up for the yips, and right now... that's Tara Fenix.
Oh, she's got those yips bad I tell you. It's like Zelda Knite is a monkey on her back, she'll be so focused on trying “to get to Zelda” that she won't see me or anybody else coming. She can deny it, and I know she will, but it's not going to mean anything, since anybody can see through the facade that she tries to put up. Here Tara, I know the number to a good sports psychologist, he's been known to help a lot of people. You give me a call and I'll give you his number, deal? I'm just trying to help you out here, from one woman to another, because frankly you're giving women wrestlers a bad name right now.
Luckily however, the women have me to look up to. A strong independent woman, who doesn't go running off to a painted up wife choker the first chance she gets. I'll take your place Tara, I'll be what you couldn't.... good. Then the fans will have a true woman idol to look up to. Not a geeky gamer girl, not a whiney primadonna who claims to be tough but acts like a frail little princess when she's around the clown of her dreams.
No matter how many times you try and rise from the ashes Fenix, I'll keep burning you back down. I don't play around, if you don't want to get burnt... stay out of my way, and stick to telling Angel how awesome he is, like a good little bitch. -