Post by Kelly Fox on Feb 3, 2012 20:47:46 GMT -6
It never fails to amaze me how smart people seem to think they are compared to how smart they actually come off. So many of these half-wits that surround me seem to think buzz words and finger pointing are “smart”. Through out a few idiotic comments that sound kinda edgy and suddenly they’re a genius because they used so much wit and tactical skill to spout off at the mouth about something they totally didn’t understand in the slightest. The single best thing however is how quickly some of these people reach into their little bag of tricks for their crutch... at least it took Shelly Taylor-Jones about two months to go for the ace in the hole...
Grow?
up?
Wow, such strong words coming from the woman who acts like an over caffienated twelve year old ADHD child. Maybe before throwing out wild claims and throwing up your faux “big girl” act, you should stop, take a step back, and realize that you’re sounding like a giant skank ass hypocrite. Then again that’s just me, you don’t have to follow my advice of course, I mean... what do I know, I’m just solely in charge of one of the top wrestling promotions in the entire United States. Nothing big really.
I love how you can switch between the over the top cutesy antics and the big mean condescending voices at the drop of the hat though. Whatever fits the mood I guess. You’re a little pissed because I made fun of your “are they or aren’t they” lesbian parade and got all defensive, but it’s cool, I understand, get a little angry and you have to put on the Joe Everyman face and total switch gears on me. It is good however to see all those high priced Canadian acting lessons are paying off for you... or well.. I don’t know about paying off, but at least you’re finding a good outlet for them either way.
What’s that? Yes, you’re right. I am totally calling your entire bull**** act just that... bull**** and an act.
Come on, you seriously don’t expect people to buy this horse feed nonsense that you’re trying to shove down our throats do you? I almost died, I fought back, I... no. You just ran off after an idiotic horse **** gimmick match that nobody cared about with your tail between your legs, nothing more. First your the hip, trendy, actress and movie star, then you’re the lacky and love sick puppy, mind slave to that asinine moron who thought she was actually Cleopatra, then you’re the dark huntress maneater looking to make everybody’s hearts just as black as yours... then you’re... who the **** knows... kinda the same dark man eater but less interesting? Either way, you shift to some dumbass act where you hate Starlets and everything they stand for, while simultaneously walking around acting like the cliche flirty dumb blonde, trying to act like you had this big mission and goal of fighting against the very thing that you were portraying in your promos?
Sorry if I don’t buy it. Sorry if nobody with a ****ing cognitive thought inside their head doesn’t buy it, but it’s the truth. You flip between these wildly different personas, you start up a fight against the very thing you represent, less we forget who was walking around with that ridiculously “Starlet”y title around your waist before a real wrestler won it and threw it in the trash. You have so much going, you’re like some teenage douchebag who has all these ideas what a woman should be like and are trying to mash them all up into a singularity of one person and it just doesn’t ****ing work that way.
If growing up means that I have to act like I have multiple personality disorder then I’ll be fine acting like a child, thank you. I’d much rather be worried sick over if my husband is running around on me while juggling a daughter and the responsibilities of signing your paycheck than worried about juggling all the different voices in my head. It’s pretty easy to write off every piece of somebody’s personality and try to discredit it by screaming “immature” at the top of your lungs without any real evidence....
It’s a lot harder to convince people that you’re right...
On second thought; Maybe all those acting classes meant nothing after all.
[The door slowly pushes open as Adam Knite gently pushes his way into the house. This isn’t the first time he’s been back in the house since the whole Leonard Fox reveal happened, but it has been a while since he felt like he might be welcomed. Adam steps in and sitting there staring at him is Kelly. Adam stops in his tracks as she stands up from the chair.]
Kelly: Took you long enough.
Adam: You said tonight... there was no specific time on there.
Kelly: Figured you’d jump all over the chance to see me since you love me oh so much. Maybe you were busy...
Adam: Uhh... just normal stuff at the gym...
Kelly: Oh the gym is that where she likes it the best Adam? Is it exciting to do it there?!
[Adam cocks an eyebrow in confusion.]
Adam: What are you talking about?
Kelly: You know what I’m talking about you asshole! I’m talking about you ****ing Ashlie!
Adam: Have you lost your damn mind!? I haven’t touched Ashlie in years!
Kelly: You sure were touching your pretty tight when I walked into the gym on your birthday!
[Adam’s eyes go wide as he stares at Kelly who’s face is increasingly becoming a brighter shade of red with every breath and the steam is almost pouring from her nose as she boils over.]
Adam: I am training her Kelly, she’s paying me, she just didn’t want anybody to find out.
Kelly: Yeah, just like you beat the hell out of my father because you wanted to make me happy right?
Adam: That’s different....
Kelly: How is it different Adam?! HUH!? You’re still running behind my back and making all these plans and deals and doing things you know damn good and well that I wouldn’t be happy about! Then you want to come running to me and tell me how much you care about and how much I mean to you but the digger I deep the more I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you lately!
Adam: Nothing has gotten into me Kelly! I’m just starting to act like my own person instead of being your lovesick puppy all the time! I don’t have to explain every detail of my life to you, I’m making money that’s all you need to know.
Kelly: YEAH ADAM!? Like ****ing nearly killing my father is making us a **** ton of money right now!?
Adam: You know what I’m talking about! I never cheated on you and your jackass father asked for it!
[Kelly glares at Adam like her eyes are piercing taggers that will rip through him at any second now just by gazing upon him. Adam crosses his arms in front of his chest as he obviously isn’t too happy right now either, but Kelly suddenly turns away in a moment of weakness where seeing him toughen up against her has caused tears to start forming and she tries to hide it.]
Adam: Kelly... I’m sorry...
[Adam puts his hand gently on her shoulder but she quickly spins around and knocks it off with a back hand push that shoves his arm off of her.]
Kelly: I don’t need your ****ing pity!
Adam: You know me Kel, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you like this, I...
Kelly: But you did! You did hurt me, you hurt me more than words can describe I don’t know you anymore, you’re.... a monster.
Adam: Kelly...
[Adam reaches out to lay his hand on her shoulders again but again takes the same reaction of Kelly swiping his arm away.]
Kelly: Don’t touch me!
[Adam begins to foam at the mouth as he takes deep breaths now trying to control his anger, but it seems that doesn’t work.]
Adam: FINE! You don’t believe me!? You think I’m this heartless jackass who doesn’t give a **** about what you feel!?!? You think my entire life hasn’t revolved around you and only your for the past ten years!? You think I’ve been loyal to you for all this time for the ****s and giggles!? HUH!? You think I’m a monster? If that’s what you want I CAN SHOW YOU A MONSTER!
[Adam lifts his arm, he balls every finger in his right hand into a fist as he lifts it into the air, he grits his teeth, his face a bright red as he breaths like a wild animal, spittle flying as he finishes screaming and Kelly braces herself as... fade to black.]
I’m rich.
I’m successful.
I have a beautiful daughter.
I’m a world champion.
I have everything....
Maybe I haven’t nearly died in a wrestling match, maybe I have no idea what it’s like having to crawl on your hands and knees, digging your nails into the ground every inch, for everything I have. Yeah, I’ve been blessed being born a Fox, I’ve had the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but you think that means I don’t know what pain is? You think that means I don’t know what it’s like to feel like giving up?
I can take you out to a tiny cemetery where a small grave stone reads “Hope Knight”, a little girl who lost her life fifteen minutes after she was born months premature, to prove otherwise if you’d really like.
However, I’m not Spike Kane... so I’m not looking to make this into some sobfest. I just want to point out that you have no idea what you’re talking about if you want to equate wrestling to real pain, to real suffering.
I’ve had my heart broken.
I’ve felt the fury of a lover’s hand.
I’ve been defeated.
I’ve been depressed.
I’ve been on the brink of giving up.
You think you know me because I’m calling you out on your constant personality shifts, you think I’m this heartless bitch who looks down on every single one of her peers that surround her? I was born being given everything and haven’t had to lift a single finger my entire life...
You don’t know ****.
Grow?
up?
Wow, such strong words coming from the woman who acts like an over caffienated twelve year old ADHD child. Maybe before throwing out wild claims and throwing up your faux “big girl” act, you should stop, take a step back, and realize that you’re sounding like a giant skank ass hypocrite. Then again that’s just me, you don’t have to follow my advice of course, I mean... what do I know, I’m just solely in charge of one of the top wrestling promotions in the entire United States. Nothing big really.
I love how you can switch between the over the top cutesy antics and the big mean condescending voices at the drop of the hat though. Whatever fits the mood I guess. You’re a little pissed because I made fun of your “are they or aren’t they” lesbian parade and got all defensive, but it’s cool, I understand, get a little angry and you have to put on the Joe Everyman face and total switch gears on me. It is good however to see all those high priced Canadian acting lessons are paying off for you... or well.. I don’t know about paying off, but at least you’re finding a good outlet for them either way.
What’s that? Yes, you’re right. I am totally calling your entire bull**** act just that... bull**** and an act.
Come on, you seriously don’t expect people to buy this horse feed nonsense that you’re trying to shove down our throats do you? I almost died, I fought back, I... no. You just ran off after an idiotic horse **** gimmick match that nobody cared about with your tail between your legs, nothing more. First your the hip, trendy, actress and movie star, then you’re the lacky and love sick puppy, mind slave to that asinine moron who thought she was actually Cleopatra, then you’re the dark huntress maneater looking to make everybody’s hearts just as black as yours... then you’re... who the **** knows... kinda the same dark man eater but less interesting? Either way, you shift to some dumbass act where you hate Starlets and everything they stand for, while simultaneously walking around acting like the cliche flirty dumb blonde, trying to act like you had this big mission and goal of fighting against the very thing that you were portraying in your promos?
Sorry if I don’t buy it. Sorry if nobody with a ****ing cognitive thought inside their head doesn’t buy it, but it’s the truth. You flip between these wildly different personas, you start up a fight against the very thing you represent, less we forget who was walking around with that ridiculously “Starlet”y title around your waist before a real wrestler won it and threw it in the trash. You have so much going, you’re like some teenage douchebag who has all these ideas what a woman should be like and are trying to mash them all up into a singularity of one person and it just doesn’t ****ing work that way.
If growing up means that I have to act like I have multiple personality disorder then I’ll be fine acting like a child, thank you. I’d much rather be worried sick over if my husband is running around on me while juggling a daughter and the responsibilities of signing your paycheck than worried about juggling all the different voices in my head. It’s pretty easy to write off every piece of somebody’s personality and try to discredit it by screaming “immature” at the top of your lungs without any real evidence....
It’s a lot harder to convince people that you’re right...
On second thought; Maybe all those acting classes meant nothing after all.
[The door slowly pushes open as Adam Knite gently pushes his way into the house. This isn’t the first time he’s been back in the house since the whole Leonard Fox reveal happened, but it has been a while since he felt like he might be welcomed. Adam steps in and sitting there staring at him is Kelly. Adam stops in his tracks as she stands up from the chair.]
Kelly: Took you long enough.
Adam: You said tonight... there was no specific time on there.
Kelly: Figured you’d jump all over the chance to see me since you love me oh so much. Maybe you were busy...
Adam: Uhh... just normal stuff at the gym...
Kelly: Oh the gym is that where she likes it the best Adam? Is it exciting to do it there?!
[Adam cocks an eyebrow in confusion.]
Adam: What are you talking about?
Kelly: You know what I’m talking about you asshole! I’m talking about you ****ing Ashlie!
Adam: Have you lost your damn mind!? I haven’t touched Ashlie in years!
Kelly: You sure were touching your pretty tight when I walked into the gym on your birthday!
[Adam’s eyes go wide as he stares at Kelly who’s face is increasingly becoming a brighter shade of red with every breath and the steam is almost pouring from her nose as she boils over.]
Adam: I am training her Kelly, she’s paying me, she just didn’t want anybody to find out.
Kelly: Yeah, just like you beat the hell out of my father because you wanted to make me happy right?
Adam: That’s different....
Kelly: How is it different Adam?! HUH!? You’re still running behind my back and making all these plans and deals and doing things you know damn good and well that I wouldn’t be happy about! Then you want to come running to me and tell me how much you care about and how much I mean to you but the digger I deep the more I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you lately!
Adam: Nothing has gotten into me Kelly! I’m just starting to act like my own person instead of being your lovesick puppy all the time! I don’t have to explain every detail of my life to you, I’m making money that’s all you need to know.
Kelly: YEAH ADAM!? Like ****ing nearly killing my father is making us a **** ton of money right now!?
Adam: You know what I’m talking about! I never cheated on you and your jackass father asked for it!
[Kelly glares at Adam like her eyes are piercing taggers that will rip through him at any second now just by gazing upon him. Adam crosses his arms in front of his chest as he obviously isn’t too happy right now either, but Kelly suddenly turns away in a moment of weakness where seeing him toughen up against her has caused tears to start forming and she tries to hide it.]
Adam: Kelly... I’m sorry...
[Adam puts his hand gently on her shoulder but she quickly spins around and knocks it off with a back hand push that shoves his arm off of her.]
Kelly: I don’t need your ****ing pity!
Adam: You know me Kel, you know I’d never do anything to hurt you like this, I...
Kelly: But you did! You did hurt me, you hurt me more than words can describe I don’t know you anymore, you’re.... a monster.
Adam: Kelly...
[Adam reaches out to lay his hand on her shoulders again but again takes the same reaction of Kelly swiping his arm away.]
Kelly: Don’t touch me!
[Adam begins to foam at the mouth as he takes deep breaths now trying to control his anger, but it seems that doesn’t work.]
Adam: FINE! You don’t believe me!? You think I’m this heartless jackass who doesn’t give a **** about what you feel!?!? You think my entire life hasn’t revolved around you and only your for the past ten years!? You think I’ve been loyal to you for all this time for the ****s and giggles!? HUH!? You think I’m a monster? If that’s what you want I CAN SHOW YOU A MONSTER!
[Adam lifts his arm, he balls every finger in his right hand into a fist as he lifts it into the air, he grits his teeth, his face a bright red as he breaths like a wild animal, spittle flying as he finishes screaming and Kelly braces herself as... fade to black.]
I’m rich.
I’m successful.
I have a beautiful daughter.
I’m a world champion.
I have everything....
Maybe I haven’t nearly died in a wrestling match, maybe I have no idea what it’s like having to crawl on your hands and knees, digging your nails into the ground every inch, for everything I have. Yeah, I’ve been blessed being born a Fox, I’ve had the proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but you think that means I don’t know what pain is? You think that means I don’t know what it’s like to feel like giving up?
I can take you out to a tiny cemetery where a small grave stone reads “Hope Knight”, a little girl who lost her life fifteen minutes after she was born months premature, to prove otherwise if you’d really like.
However, I’m not Spike Kane... so I’m not looking to make this into some sobfest. I just want to point out that you have no idea what you’re talking about if you want to equate wrestling to real pain, to real suffering.
I’ve had my heart broken.
I’ve felt the fury of a lover’s hand.
I’ve been defeated.
I’ve been depressed.
I’ve been on the brink of giving up.
You think you know me because I’m calling you out on your constant personality shifts, you think I’m this heartless bitch who looks down on every single one of her peers that surround her? I was born being given everything and haven’t had to lift a single finger my entire life...
You don’t know ****.
