Post by Kathleen Conway on Feb 4, 2012 14:32:13 GMT -6
You know, some might call me narrow-minded for what I'm about so say, but I prefer the term focused. It really is no secret that I care about very few things in this business, there is only one thing this business has given me that it hasn't ultimately ripped away a few months down the line.
That being a reunion with the love of my life some four years ago after two years apart before that. I know, I know, even now I can hear Amy Marshall, Mercedes Lewis and Ashlie all sticking their individual forefingers down their throats and gagging. Shaking their heads that poor, poor Kathy Crumpets is going to tell us all once again how much she loves her husband and we still don't care.
Well guess what, this is my airtime and I can do whatever the hell I want to with it, just like Mercedes Lewis fills up hers with not so witty pop culture references, pining for Trent Helms or just good olld fashioned reminders of why Leonard Fox hired her in the first place - her nipples, just like Ashlie fills hers with rubbing it into Lewis' face how she's now with Helms, but used to be with Knite and how apparently she too has benefitted from his training.
Adam Knite is good at what he does - I get it.
Comparatively speaking, Jake Conway is not - I get that too.
Every person Adam has trained in some capacity has found their way to gold in this company, that's a fact that can't be disputed or denied sure, but then technically the same can be said for my husband, Jake, however because to date he has only really exclusively trained me, the numbers don't quite match up and because I haven't won the Starlets World Championship yet, it doesn't sound nearly as impressive, does it? But Ashlie, I know you're not the kind of woman who likes to get bogged down in the technicalities, all you like to do is take even the smallest detail of your frankly mediocre career and distort it until it makes you seem awesome.
"I dated Adam Knite - who trains World Champions and look I'm a champion too, so technically that still counts."
"I won this title in a handicap match - even though it totally wasn't, I had a partner but she hates me and I totally stole her man so that doesn't count."
See Ashlie, anybody can twist the truth if they really want to, infact I would argue that's all that cutting promos in this business really comes down to, but it takes a special kind of person to tell the truth just as it is, undiluted. Still don't quite get what I'm saying? Okay, how about this? I know my husband and I, well we don't have the best win/loss records in the company, but equally they're also by no means the worst, yet in that typical Ashlie way, the truth is malleable so suddenly it becomes:
"Oh Ace loses to EVERYBODY and you lost to Kelly FIFTEEN times LOL slash epic fail!"
Of course I'm only paraphrasing so you get the point, and the point is simply this, not only is it an exaggeration of the truth that makes you look better than you really are, but it also makes me seem like I can't hold a candle to you - and as far as Ashlie's concerned:
"That's it, job done, I'm going home. Trent's going to be so mad if I'm late for my anal probing again..."
See Ashlie, you want to make fun of the fact that I'm The Ace's wife, simply because you have nothing else to say, then your current boyfriend is also fair game - though thinking about it, maybe you just resent my husband's success so much that just like everybody else you try to take away from it.
All that said Ashlie, I will at least give you some credit for trying to at least twist the truth, rather than just paint it over with the broad brush strokes of genericity like Mercedes Lewis who seems to think my husband and I speak exclusively in puns and do little else.
Speaking of doing little else, I shall now address my partner for this random tag team title match, Amy - please spare me the recap of yet another post-match backstage encounter from last week, frankly I don't care. You don't like me and I don't like you, so save it, and I know by saying that I've probably pre-empted at least eight percent of your as yet unaired promo, but I don't care.
Like I've already said, I care about only a few things, and frankly after the disrespect you've shown me lately, I don't have a reason to care about Amy Marshall, and it isn't as if I haven't tried to give you all the respect in the world, but since its now become so painfully obvious that you cannot swallow your pride and prefer to spit it all back in my face, I will admit that I don't really want this title match. I don't want to be your team mate or your friend, yet in spite of all this, I am willing to do what I can to salvage something from the wreckage that the Starlets Tag Division has become in recent months, even if it means dragging your ungrateful ass around with me. If I can't save it, then at least I can say...
Well, I tried
This was what life was all about. Spending time with my family, my kids and my husband. Times like this were rarer than I would have liked, but part of the reason I loved Jake so much was that we both agreed that even in a business as hectic and time-consuming as this, we would always make time for moments like this.
Moments of family.
Moments of the heart.
Even if this moment was nothing more than a simple game of Snap.
Our youngest, Domino was sat in my lap and I cuddled her as I collected the cards and celebrated my victory.
"SNAP"
Giggles and laughter filled the air and warmed my heart...[/i]
That being a reunion with the love of my life some four years ago after two years apart before that. I know, I know, even now I can hear Amy Marshall, Mercedes Lewis and Ashlie all sticking their individual forefingers down their throats and gagging. Shaking their heads that poor, poor Kathy Crumpets is going to tell us all once again how much she loves her husband and we still don't care.
Well guess what, this is my airtime and I can do whatever the hell I want to with it, just like Mercedes Lewis fills up hers with not so witty pop culture references, pining for Trent Helms or just good olld fashioned reminders of why Leonard Fox hired her in the first place - her nipples, just like Ashlie fills hers with rubbing it into Lewis' face how she's now with Helms, but used to be with Knite and how apparently she too has benefitted from his training.
Adam Knite is good at what he does - I get it.
Comparatively speaking, Jake Conway is not - I get that too.
Every person Adam has trained in some capacity has found their way to gold in this company, that's a fact that can't be disputed or denied sure, but then technically the same can be said for my husband, Jake, however because to date he has only really exclusively trained me, the numbers don't quite match up and because I haven't won the Starlets World Championship yet, it doesn't sound nearly as impressive, does it? But Ashlie, I know you're not the kind of woman who likes to get bogged down in the technicalities, all you like to do is take even the smallest detail of your frankly mediocre career and distort it until it makes you seem awesome.
"I dated Adam Knite - who trains World Champions and look I'm a champion too, so technically that still counts."
"I won this title in a handicap match - even though it totally wasn't, I had a partner but she hates me and I totally stole her man so that doesn't count."
See Ashlie, anybody can twist the truth if they really want to, infact I would argue that's all that cutting promos in this business really comes down to, but it takes a special kind of person to tell the truth just as it is, undiluted. Still don't quite get what I'm saying? Okay, how about this? I know my husband and I, well we don't have the best win/loss records in the company, but equally they're also by no means the worst, yet in that typical Ashlie way, the truth is malleable so suddenly it becomes:
"Oh Ace loses to EVERYBODY and you lost to Kelly FIFTEEN times LOL slash epic fail!"
Of course I'm only paraphrasing so you get the point, and the point is simply this, not only is it an exaggeration of the truth that makes you look better than you really are, but it also makes me seem like I can't hold a candle to you - and as far as Ashlie's concerned:
"That's it, job done, I'm going home. Trent's going to be so mad if I'm late for my anal probing again..."
See Ashlie, you want to make fun of the fact that I'm The Ace's wife, simply because you have nothing else to say, then your current boyfriend is also fair game - though thinking about it, maybe you just resent my husband's success so much that just like everybody else you try to take away from it.
All that said Ashlie, I will at least give you some credit for trying to at least twist the truth, rather than just paint it over with the broad brush strokes of genericity like Mercedes Lewis who seems to think my husband and I speak exclusively in puns and do little else.
Speaking of doing little else, I shall now address my partner for this random tag team title match, Amy - please spare me the recap of yet another post-match backstage encounter from last week, frankly I don't care. You don't like me and I don't like you, so save it, and I know by saying that I've probably pre-empted at least eight percent of your as yet unaired promo, but I don't care.
Like I've already said, I care about only a few things, and frankly after the disrespect you've shown me lately, I don't have a reason to care about Amy Marshall, and it isn't as if I haven't tried to give you all the respect in the world, but since its now become so painfully obvious that you cannot swallow your pride and prefer to spit it all back in my face, I will admit that I don't really want this title match. I don't want to be your team mate or your friend, yet in spite of all this, I am willing to do what I can to salvage something from the wreckage that the Starlets Tag Division has become in recent months, even if it means dragging your ungrateful ass around with me. If I can't save it, then at least I can say...
Well, I tried
This was what life was all about. Spending time with my family, my kids and my husband. Times like this were rarer than I would have liked, but part of the reason I loved Jake so much was that we both agreed that even in a business as hectic and time-consuming as this, we would always make time for moments like this.
Moments of family.
Moments of the heart.
Even if this moment was nothing more than a simple game of Snap.
Our youngest, Domino was sat in my lap and I cuddled her as I collected the cards and celebrated my victory.
"SNAP"
Giggles and laughter filled the air and warmed my heart...[/i]
