Post by Rose Acantha on Feb 3, 2012 20:32:13 GMT -6
The following are entries to the diary of Rose Acantha…
Wednesday, February 1st, 2012,
Hey Mr. Journal How have you been? I have been good, my headaches have all but gone away, but I do have to admit they are know triggered by the sound of that pill popping, self righteous woman, Mrs. Kathy. Boy would I like to give her a piece of my mind via my teeth and nails but since she is teaming with my bestest of best friends Miss Amy I will have to wait on that. My friendship with Miss Amy is way more important especially since she has the opportunity to gain a title, I just wished it was for the Starlets title…because I know she deserves it right now…but that is my biased opinion.
Anyway I guess it is time to deliver news on the Mr. Nate front. The past couple of days have been different for Mr. Nate. Yes he has still been on the verge of a breakdown, and Mr. Jake is still in his head, I think, but h finally is able to see Sunday. Sunday is that light at the end of the tunnel. He knows on Sunday when he fights Mr. Jake he has an opportunity to move forward, and he has a chance to possibly show that MEANIE of all the MEANIES what it is like to needlessly hurt someone. Oh I can only imagine the blood and the carnage and the broken bodies…Sunday will be a glorious day and hopefully be and even more gloriouser day when Mr. Nate wins. Mr. Nate needs it, Mr. Nate wants it and even though his sleepless eyes I can see the fire burn within him, and on Sunday I think we will see a different side of Mr. Nate. I think we look at a more animal like Mr. Nate. Not one who thinks too much like we have seen in the past but one looking to rip Mr. Jake to shreds. I just can’t wait to see how Mr. Jake looks battered and bloodied, it’s a picture I wish I could paint with his blood…
I’m sorry Mr. Journal, I went off tangent there...it happens when I think about bloodshed…but I digress.
This whole match between Mr. Nate and Mr. Jake almost made me forget that I was wrestling to. I guess it shows how easy one can get sucked into a feud, where you get sucked in to the point you forget you have a match at a pay-per-view, even if it is your first pay-per-view match ever.
Can you believe it Mr. Journal because I am having a hard time believing it. It’s just hard to believe, that on Sunday that I will in Texas competing against another relative newcomer in Miss Ellie, who lost her tag match last week. I don’t know how Elle is taking it but I know one thing…I should not buy that woman a doll as a gift, although it would be funny what she would do if I bought her one. I would love to see Miss Ellie go off and throw a tantrum if she got a doll that looks like me. Maybe she might actually think that that doll was her opponent instead of the human equivalent. I admit Mr. Journal I am laughing thinking about it.
The Rose’s Thorns
P.G.W.P.
(The Rose’s Thorns begins show Rose holding a Red Rose at her waist. As Rose recites her poem the camera zooms slowly out.)
A Rose
A lovely rose with petals soft
A scent so sweet and light
So beautiful a flower
With colors shining bright.
But something not so savory
About the fragrant rose -
The thorns, so sharp upon the stem,
That sharpen as it grows.
Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick
Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick.
But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain -
So pick a rose, you may get hurt,
But you will also gain!
(The camera has zoomed out to the point it will hold for the duration of the segment. Rose is standing in the center of the frame, she is wearing a pair of black baggy carpet dragging jeans with her own chain attached, and a black t-shirt with pink sleeves that shows her midriff. Her makeup is much the same as usual. Rose is wearing black lipstick, and her face is mostly pale with touches of black and pink around her eyes. After completing her poem, she takes a few moments before talking. As she talks she looks between the rose she is holding and the camera lens as though she was somewhat in a daze.)
Howdy…Misters and Misses out there, as you may or may not know this is the Rose’s Thorns, hosted by your esteemed and humble host…me, Rose Acantha.
So a lot has happened with Mr. Nate and Mr. Jake and finally Mr. Nate will get retribution for not only what Mr. Jake did to him, but for what he did to me, as well as all the other people he has hurt over the years. All of those dying heroes will get vengeance, and while it may seem premature of me to announce a winner, Mr. Nate will make Mr. Jake regret not running like the scaredy cat he is.
(Rose now glares into the camera and the mood turns drastically darker.)
Blood will be spilled and I can’t wait to see it flow. I know Mr. Jake had some words for Nathan about little poor old me if Nathan doesn’t succeed. It’s nice to know how much you care…if at all Mr. Jake, but while your attention has turned to what will happen if Mr. Nate does not win, in terms of me, I think you need to worry about yourself. Worry about you and not dying from bleed out, worry about your wife, Mrs. Kathy and pray she doesn’t fall into another melodramatic meltdown, and worry about your kids, because I am sure they will need another two-faced role model to look to. I will be fine, I know Mr. Nate will be fine, but what about you?
(Rose continues her death stare for a couple of moments and like a switch was flipped Rose’s mood changes from one that is dark to one that is jovial and relaxed.)
But enough about Mr. Jake and Mr. Nate, as much as I would love to talk about them and their match I guess I need to talk about my match, my first EVER pay-per-view match against Miss Ellie.
Now the thing about Miss Ellie that she wants everyone to believe is that she is crazy, and thus is dangerous, and thus people like ME should be scared of her.
Ellie…
Do you hear voices in your head?
Do they council to you?
Do they understand?
Now being that I have spent the better part of ten years in a mental hospital I know about people with voices in their head. It’s funny what these voices tell them. Some tell them to do horrific things like murder and kill…while others are just plain creepy…I had this one mister who told me that God told him that he should procreate with me…It might have been Mister Gib, but who cares…point being is that I could care less about your voices.
Just because you hear voices doesn’t phase me. It’s doesn’t scare me, and frankly it is not even amusing. Do you know what I did Miss Ellie when I saw your last promo with that Hilton doll? I yawned. Really, I was that bored.
The bigger point in all of this I guess is that I have seen a lot of ladies around here talk about, being crazy, about being insane, and feign mental defect when I don’t see a problem with them. Whether they are trying to sell us a bag of good that they are dangerous or that they deserve sympathy they are under the illusion that they are mentally impaired in some way. To all these Misters and Misses out there I have been around real crazy people and what I see here in New Championship Wrestling is not crazy. In fact I have a diagnosis for all these people. I call it P.G.W.P. or otherwise known as Pretty Girls With Problems. People like Miss Mercedes, Miss Kathy, Miss Jazzy B. and of course my opponent suffer from this disorder.
So what signs does someone exhibit in order to suffer from P.G.W.P.?
Well they have to have come from well-adjusted means. They have decent backgrounds and of course ideal lives. Of course what gives these misses this disorder is that they have to have problems that they refuse to suck up so they throw a pity party for themselves or throw tantrums to act dangerous. Of course it doesn’t help that these misses also self-medicate, and look a mess on camera.
You see misses and misters watching this, it may sound cruel but I don’t pity myself for what I have been thru, and I don’t try to act dangerous unless another threatens me. Instead I picked up myself by my combat bootstraps and moved on with the help of Mr. Nate and moved on. Even after that attack by Mr. Jake, I got out of bed and worked toward competing again, no pills required.
So Miss Ellie, as you enter that ring to face me understand that I am not scared of you, or what these voices “make” you do. In fact I will help you if you want me to. A slap to the mouth will help anyone with P.G.W.P., ask Miss Jazzy B, it worked for her.
Either way when I get into that ring I am not worried about sanity, I am worried about fighting a good wrestler. A wrestler who I can beat, but a good wrestler just the same. So leave your baggage at the door Miss Ellie because I could give less than a care.
(With that the scene concludes fading to black.)
Wednesday, February 1st, 2012,
Hey Mr. Journal How have you been? I have been good, my headaches have all but gone away, but I do have to admit they are know triggered by the sound of that pill popping, self righteous woman, Mrs. Kathy. Boy would I like to give her a piece of my mind via my teeth and nails but since she is teaming with my bestest of best friends Miss Amy I will have to wait on that. My friendship with Miss Amy is way more important especially since she has the opportunity to gain a title, I just wished it was for the Starlets title…because I know she deserves it right now…but that is my biased opinion.
Anyway I guess it is time to deliver news on the Mr. Nate front. The past couple of days have been different for Mr. Nate. Yes he has still been on the verge of a breakdown, and Mr. Jake is still in his head, I think, but h finally is able to see Sunday. Sunday is that light at the end of the tunnel. He knows on Sunday when he fights Mr. Jake he has an opportunity to move forward, and he has a chance to possibly show that MEANIE of all the MEANIES what it is like to needlessly hurt someone. Oh I can only imagine the blood and the carnage and the broken bodies…Sunday will be a glorious day and hopefully be and even more gloriouser day when Mr. Nate wins. Mr. Nate needs it, Mr. Nate wants it and even though his sleepless eyes I can see the fire burn within him, and on Sunday I think we will see a different side of Mr. Nate. I think we look at a more animal like Mr. Nate. Not one who thinks too much like we have seen in the past but one looking to rip Mr. Jake to shreds. I just can’t wait to see how Mr. Jake looks battered and bloodied, it’s a picture I wish I could paint with his blood…
I’m sorry Mr. Journal, I went off tangent there...it happens when I think about bloodshed…but I digress.
This whole match between Mr. Nate and Mr. Jake almost made me forget that I was wrestling to. I guess it shows how easy one can get sucked into a feud, where you get sucked in to the point you forget you have a match at a pay-per-view, even if it is your first pay-per-view match ever.
Can you believe it Mr. Journal because I am having a hard time believing it. It’s just hard to believe, that on Sunday that I will in Texas competing against another relative newcomer in Miss Ellie, who lost her tag match last week. I don’t know how Elle is taking it but I know one thing…I should not buy that woman a doll as a gift, although it would be funny what she would do if I bought her one. I would love to see Miss Ellie go off and throw a tantrum if she got a doll that looks like me. Maybe she might actually think that that doll was her opponent instead of the human equivalent. I admit Mr. Journal I am laughing thinking about it.
The Rose’s Thorns
P.G.W.P.
(The Rose’s Thorns begins show Rose holding a Red Rose at her waist. As Rose recites her poem the camera zooms slowly out.)
A Rose
A lovely rose with petals soft
A scent so sweet and light
So beautiful a flower
With colors shining bright.
But something not so savory
About the fragrant rose -
The thorns, so sharp upon the stem,
That sharpen as it grows.
Yet still lovely is the flower
Despite the thorns that prick
Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick.
But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain -
So pick a rose, you may get hurt,
But you will also gain!
(The camera has zoomed out to the point it will hold for the duration of the segment. Rose is standing in the center of the frame, she is wearing a pair of black baggy carpet dragging jeans with her own chain attached, and a black t-shirt with pink sleeves that shows her midriff. Her makeup is much the same as usual. Rose is wearing black lipstick, and her face is mostly pale with touches of black and pink around her eyes. After completing her poem, she takes a few moments before talking. As she talks she looks between the rose she is holding and the camera lens as though she was somewhat in a daze.)
Howdy…Misters and Misses out there, as you may or may not know this is the Rose’s Thorns, hosted by your esteemed and humble host…me, Rose Acantha.
So a lot has happened with Mr. Nate and Mr. Jake and finally Mr. Nate will get retribution for not only what Mr. Jake did to him, but for what he did to me, as well as all the other people he has hurt over the years. All of those dying heroes will get vengeance, and while it may seem premature of me to announce a winner, Mr. Nate will make Mr. Jake regret not running like the scaredy cat he is.
(Rose now glares into the camera and the mood turns drastically darker.)
Blood will be spilled and I can’t wait to see it flow. I know Mr. Jake had some words for Nathan about little poor old me if Nathan doesn’t succeed. It’s nice to know how much you care…if at all Mr. Jake, but while your attention has turned to what will happen if Mr. Nate does not win, in terms of me, I think you need to worry about yourself. Worry about you and not dying from bleed out, worry about your wife, Mrs. Kathy and pray she doesn’t fall into another melodramatic meltdown, and worry about your kids, because I am sure they will need another two-faced role model to look to. I will be fine, I know Mr. Nate will be fine, but what about you?
(Rose continues her death stare for a couple of moments and like a switch was flipped Rose’s mood changes from one that is dark to one that is jovial and relaxed.)
But enough about Mr. Jake and Mr. Nate, as much as I would love to talk about them and their match I guess I need to talk about my match, my first EVER pay-per-view match against Miss Ellie.
Now the thing about Miss Ellie that she wants everyone to believe is that she is crazy, and thus is dangerous, and thus people like ME should be scared of her.
Ellie…
Do you hear voices in your head?
Do they council to you?
Do they understand?
Now being that I have spent the better part of ten years in a mental hospital I know about people with voices in their head. It’s funny what these voices tell them. Some tell them to do horrific things like murder and kill…while others are just plain creepy…I had this one mister who told me that God told him that he should procreate with me…It might have been Mister Gib, but who cares…point being is that I could care less about your voices.
Just because you hear voices doesn’t phase me. It’s doesn’t scare me, and frankly it is not even amusing. Do you know what I did Miss Ellie when I saw your last promo with that Hilton doll? I yawned. Really, I was that bored.
The bigger point in all of this I guess is that I have seen a lot of ladies around here talk about, being crazy, about being insane, and feign mental defect when I don’t see a problem with them. Whether they are trying to sell us a bag of good that they are dangerous or that they deserve sympathy they are under the illusion that they are mentally impaired in some way. To all these Misters and Misses out there I have been around real crazy people and what I see here in New Championship Wrestling is not crazy. In fact I have a diagnosis for all these people. I call it P.G.W.P. or otherwise known as Pretty Girls With Problems. People like Miss Mercedes, Miss Kathy, Miss Jazzy B. and of course my opponent suffer from this disorder.
So what signs does someone exhibit in order to suffer from P.G.W.P.?
Well they have to have come from well-adjusted means. They have decent backgrounds and of course ideal lives. Of course what gives these misses this disorder is that they have to have problems that they refuse to suck up so they throw a pity party for themselves or throw tantrums to act dangerous. Of course it doesn’t help that these misses also self-medicate, and look a mess on camera.
You see misses and misters watching this, it may sound cruel but I don’t pity myself for what I have been thru, and I don’t try to act dangerous unless another threatens me. Instead I picked up myself by my combat bootstraps and moved on with the help of Mr. Nate and moved on. Even after that attack by Mr. Jake, I got out of bed and worked toward competing again, no pills required.
So Miss Ellie, as you enter that ring to face me understand that I am not scared of you, or what these voices “make” you do. In fact I will help you if you want me to. A slap to the mouth will help anyone with P.G.W.P., ask Miss Jazzy B, it worked for her.
Either way when I get into that ring I am not worried about sanity, I am worried about fighting a good wrestler. A wrestler who I can beat, but a good wrestler just the same. So leave your baggage at the door Miss Ellie because I could give less than a care.
(With that the scene concludes fading to black.)
