Post by Ayla St. James on Oct 24, 2010 6:52:15 GMT -6
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Fly away little birdie.
Fly back to the nest you came from.
The place where you weren't wanted either.
The place where you didn't matter.
The place where nobody cared.
But maybe, at least there..
You'll have a familiar view.
Left and Right they come.
And left and right they go.
In one door
And out the other.
Claiming to be full of talent and promise.
Showing they are full of hot air and garbage.
They walk into Our Kingdom.
And demand to be worshipped.
Well, news flash honeys..
Last chicks who tried that.
Are cursing our names..
From the unemployment line.
.
.
And they at least had a decent gimmick.
Fly away little birdie.
Fly back to the nest you came from.
The place where you weren't wanted either.
The place where you didn't matter.
The place where nobody cared.
But maybe, at least there..
You'll have a familiar view.
Left and Right they come.
And left and right they go.
In one door
And out the other.
Claiming to be full of talent and promise.
Showing they are full of hot air and garbage.
They walk into Our Kingdom.
And demand to be worshipped.
Well, news flash honeys..
Last chicks who tried that.
Are cursing our names..
From the unemployment line.
.
.
And they at least had a decent gimmick.
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-Ayla was worried. No, that was an understatement.. Ayla was petrified. Rayne had been MIA all week, off on her own, dealing with her problems. And little old Ayla was sitting at her apartment, just trying to sort the mess out by herself. The phone rang, and she answered it before the ID showed who it was.-
"Sandy?"
"Ayla? Is that you?"
-Glen.. her oldest friend that she still talked to. People never stood by Ayla very long. Except this man.-
"Glen? Oh.. I'm sorry.. I thought you were someone else."
"Not the answer I was hoping for.. should I call back?"
"No.. No, it's not that.. it's just.. she's been having problems.. like major problems.. and I don't know how to help her. She's been missing most of the week, which is unlike her.. and I don't know what to do I mean.."
"It's happening again, isn't it?"
"What's happening?"
"This is exactly how you started acting when Cleo.."
"Never say that name again."
"Fine. When Skanktron McSpazoid.."
"Hehe, that was funny..."
"Quite. This is how you started acting then too.. talking real fast.. pitches changed in your voice every other syllable.. Are you uhh.."
"...I don't know."
"You don't know, or you don't want to tell me."
"I really don't know.. it's the same.. and it isn't.. I wanna help her.. because I wanna help her.."
"And that's all?"
"I dunno.. I think so."
-Glen sighed.-
"I'm coming over.. someone needs to look out for you before you have another mental breakdown."
"Glen.. You don't.."
"Don't tell me I don't have to. Just answer the door when I get there.."
"Glen..?
...
...
Thank you...
I can always count on you.."
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Two words.. technically it's French.. but I don't think I need to translate.
Le Sigh..
Ok, maybe not French but you get the idea. This is starting to get really tiresome, I mean really it is... Every day it seems a new pompous windbag walks into the front door, demanding the world, gloating about their own success somewhere else while simultaneously disrespecting and downgrading everybody elses. It's frickin sad when you think about it. Whether it's a new man like super omega long winded Johnny Holliday, or Generic Bitch Wannabe of the year Trish Newborn.. nCw has seemingly become a breeding pit for mindless self loving garbage spewing asshats. It's soo maddening to know that we build a women's division to bring this aspect of this sport to a whole new height, and Trish Newborn is the kind of competition it draws in?
Blech.. with a side of blech...
So you don't know me.. wait.. let me go cry about it in my bowl of cereal.. I'll be right back.
Ok, I'm back.. actually I didn't go cry I just wanted a bowl of cereal. But anyway, let me pose something to you Newborn.. who the hell are you? Seriously, just tell me and I promise I'll care about it. Cross my heart and hope to die and chunky peanut butter. Girl Scouts honor.
Oh, wait.. I lied.
I, nor anyone else, have ever heard of you. Nor do any of us care. You want a shot at Zelda, start earning it like the rest of us. I put myself through hell to earn both my title shots earlier this year, and I'll be damned if they're just going hand it to your skanky ass.
Buuuuuttttt...
I still love Kris Titan. She's cute. She can stay. Call me sometime kiddo.
XOXO,
Ayla.