Post by Ayla St. James on Aug 13, 2010 22:57:37 GMT -6
When will you get it?
I... do... not... FEAR... you...
It doesn't matter how much you hurt me..
It doesn't matter how many beatings you dish out..
You've already proven your own mortality.
You aren't a Goddess.
You aren't Immortal.
You aren't all powerful.
You're just another pissed off bitch like the rest of us.
I tried to give you the chance to finish it.
I sat there, waiting for you to strike me down.
And you couldn't do that.
Now it's too late.
I'm stronger.
Faster.
Better.
And a hundred times more determined.
I'll continue to deface you to your peers.
I'll ruin your legacy.
And bury your future.
Accept it... or rot as the soil.
[/center]I... do... not... FEAR... you...
It doesn't matter how much you hurt me..
It doesn't matter how many beatings you dish out..
You've already proven your own mortality.
You aren't a Goddess.
You aren't Immortal.
You aren't all powerful.
You're just another pissed off bitch like the rest of us.
I tried to give you the chance to finish it.
I sat there, waiting for you to strike me down.
And you couldn't do that.
Now it's too late.
I'm stronger.
Faster.
Better.
And a hundred times more determined.
I'll continue to deface you to your peers.
I'll ruin your legacy.
And bury your future.
Accept it... or rot as the soil.
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-Ayla was hurting. Her arms felt like granite, her legs felt like jell-o, and yet every muscle ached. She was sweating, the sweat dripping into her eyes and stinging them. And yet, she was told...-
"This is just the first half.. I know you're still not in top shape from the time you spent on the shelf, but this is the only way you're going to get back to moving forward."
-Ayla nodded, her throat was too dry, her lungs too strained to allow speech. Glen was standing off to the side of the worn dirt path, holding a stopwatch. The path extended behind him, then curved to the left, coming all of the way around until it completed the circle back where they stood. It was littered with obstacles of all shapes. Pits that need to be jumped over, swinging wooden boards that needed to be ducked, and other such things that would make her dodge in various directions.-
"Ready to give it one more run?"
"No, but you're going to make me anyway."
"Quite right...."
"Can I have some water first?"
"I put some at the halfway point..."
"But.. if I stop, I'll never make the time!"
"You'll figure something out... now Go!"
-He clicked the watch for the time to start and Ayla took off running. How she found the strength now was a mystery to everyone. Glenn watched her round the bend, and then his phone rang.-
"Hello?"
"Hey, how's that regime working out for you?"
-Ashlie Ember.-
"It's great. I've never felt better, I don't even notice the strain anymore."
"Excellent. You know, if you're really interested in pro wrestling, I can make a few calls..."
"I'm thinking about it Miss Ember. I'll let you know what decision I come to."
"Ok. Keep in touch."
-The call ended. Glen wondered what Ayla would think if she knew that Glen had contacted the competition to see how they trained. But she needed this. She had lost focus and it was up to him to give it back to her. And this was the perfect start.-
"One day.. you'll know why I did this..."
-A minute later she appeared from around the bend, a fresh bruise on her cheek that was quickly swelling. But she held the bottle of water triumphantly.-
"I got it."
"Good. But you still need to shave 45 seconds off the time..."
-Ayla's groan could be heard a dozen yards away.-
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Cleo;
There's nothing left for me to say to you. Your "legacy" is over, your claims false, and nobody cares anymore. You can keep threatening me, and you can even keep beating me, but it won't help you get a single step closer to dethroning Zelda. How can you put fear into someone who's already trumped you in every way? You're just wasting time, including your own.
Maria;
Playing the good little sheep wife, are you? Let's go get that Women's title because.. other people want you to. Good grief lady. As if the whole halloween everyday schtick was bad enough. Look, we all earned a chance at what you want, and you just sashay in here, flash those ...ahem "Upgraded assets" and expect a ride to the front of the line. Good luck with that. Personally I think you have a better chance of winning mother of the year.
Malice;
Do we not drug test people anymore? This girl either wastes millions in company funds for these promos, or has somehow found a way to film the most looney acid trips she can find. Gonna start calling you Malice Kubrick and hope you follow that same path of slow decline into nothingness.