Post by Freya Davis on Mar 3, 2012 22:49:54 GMT -6
So many boxes in my mind are beginning to surround me. I never thought I'd find myself in this position right now. Never thought I'd want to move away from Brad and his family, but lately things have just been too weird between so many of us. Even though I'm sitting in a hotel room I'd much rather be at home right now packing away. Can't wait to get out of San Diego. Dexter sits on the bed watching college basketball. Normally I'd watch with him but I'm a little busy typing on my computer.
Dexter: Who you typin' with Freya?
I look over at my husband and smile.
Freya: Mia.
Dexter: Y'all never stop talkin' to one another. Talk, talk, talk, talk. Always seems you hens talk.
I stick my tongue out at him before typing back at my best friend. A few moments pass by before a knock on the door. I don't think either of us ordered room service but who knows.
Dexter: Want me to get it?
Freya: Nah I will. You just keep on that bed and don't move a muscle. I'd hate to stop your time watching college basketball.
He doesn't say anything back to me. I slowly walk to the door before peeping through the hole. I'm a little surprised to see who is standing there.
Dexter: Who is it?
Freya: It's Brad. Don't know why he'd be here...
Dexter: Maybe he gon'a break your nose.
I chuckle it off but the things he does for his wife I wouldn't be the least bit surprised. Seriously I've never seen anyone as whipped.
Freya: Maybe...
I begin to swallow my pride and open the door. We both put on a fake smile before hugging. I usher him into the room and he accepts. Dexter nods his head to Brad before my brother takes a seat in a chair. I sit on the edge of the bed near him. Dexter mutes the TV so we can hear one another talk.
Brad: I assume you know why I'm here.
Freya: Yep.
Brad looks at me trying to get a read but he can't see my Poker Face.
Brad: Why did you break her nose?
Freya: Are you sure you want to know why?
My brother nods his head. I sigh and explain the whole story to him. Brad looks really uncomfortable but he wanted to hear the whole story. Dexter sits behind us, shaking his head the entire time. He wasn't too thrilled about this happening either. Don't think any of us are.
Brad: Well I understand why you're moving now a lot more. I wish it hadn't of happened but it also explains why Megan has been acting like she has recently. Usually she's rational about this sort of thing but I don't know.
Freya: I know right? That's why I thought she'd want to have a talk about it but instead she treats me like dirt. Only reason why I punched her...
Dexter shakes his head again. He knows I'm lying.
Dexter: Bull. There's more to it.
Freya: But he doesn't need to hear it.
Brad: Oh Megan told me what she said. Thought it was over the line myself. No idea what's going on with her right now. Kinda think she's going through that post baby thing depression. Wish you'd stay in San Diego but you have to do what you feel is best for your family. Respect it.
I smile for real this time.
Freya: Thank you.
Brad: Well I'll let you two get back to your night. I'm right down the hallway.
Freya: Going home in the morning?
Brad stands and smiles at me. He doesn't say a single word to me before leaving the room. Dexter grins himself. Are they in on something?! Oh well, suppose I'll find out at some point.
Dexter: Well that went better then I thought.
Freya: Eh ever since Brad retired he's been a lot more mellow about everything. Wrestling made him uptight I think.
Dexter: Very possibly. Now come on and watch these games with me.
I scoot backwards and sit next to my husband. He puts his arm around me. We both smile as we watch the last real weekend of college basketball before tournaments start. So there's your sappy ass moment.
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"This time last year I was sitting in a doctor's office finding out I had been wrestling while pregnant. Nothing happened to my child thankfully but it's a horrible feeling to know that had been going on. So I sit on the sidelines for months and months. I come back and try to find my footing. It's hard right now. As I've said before some people are trying to stir up the pot with me and I ain't having that. Tired of all the drama that comes with professional wrestling. Go out to the ring and do what you're meant to do.
I've been on these sidelines for months now getting back into ring shape. I've been waiting for my chance to prove my worth and the more I think about you and your entire career, I began to think. I started to think that despite your winning of the Starlets Championship and all that other stuff you aren't that good. Think about it for a moment. You beat Trish Newborn. A horrible wrestler in her own right and you lost it back to her. Then your sister lost to Zelda Knite someone who can honestly hold her own in the ring. What since then? A stupid tag team? No one you had to beg someone to team with you. You fold easily.
Not that anyone would really be surprised that you managed to fold so easily. One look at you is enough to make anyone sick to their stomach. I've heard stories of you flirting with half the damn locker room which is disgusting. You're like an attention starved whore no matter where you find yourself. It's cool to reference twitter this days right? Don't care who likes it but I see Amy Marshall tweeting to some people we used to work with a couple of years ago.
She's begging for their attention. She gets it and doesn't like what she sees so it's all about calling them a skanky whore. I find it hilarious that you out of millions upon billions of people can honestly call someone that with a straight face. Do I need to hold up a mirror for you to look at. Do I need to find a dictionary so we can look up the word skank and see your face looking right back at all of us?
I don't understand why you would need to reference a former place of employment for everyone to hear. You think our fans know what that place is? More importantly none of them care what happened there. Do you think they care that Zelda was the last Hardcore Champion? Do you think they care that I was the last World Champion? It means nothing. Everything I've done to this point means nothing to the people of nCw. I'm just another female wrestler on their roster trying to make an impact where it matters.
But what have you ever meant to someone? Because of your past I'm sure many men look at you, claim love, double bag themselves and dive in. They can brag to their friends that they had it with a former porn star. Bravo, Amy, bravo. You're a bigger trophy then you are professional wrestler. At least my retarded sister in law figured that out before too long. Some women aren't meant for professional wrestling. Women like you are meant for what you used to do.
I mean I kept watching your so called wrestling matches and came away shaking my head all the time. Why are you in this profession when you suck more at it then the dick you sucked in porn? Go back to what you know best and leave wrestling to the people who know how to do it properly. This ain't your business at all Amy. So just do us all a favor and quit pretending you know what you're doing.
Really wanted to keep this respectful but I just can't. I hate women who have no respect for themselves and that's you. Any woman that takes it up the ass on a camera lacks that quality in life. But I'm sure you'll call me a bitch thirty times because it's the only good comeback you can think of with your fantastic wit.
You are not going anywhere, Amy Marshall, except behind me as I rise to the top of wrestling. You can go back to making other things rise."
Dexter: Who you typin' with Freya?
I look over at my husband and smile.
Freya: Mia.
Dexter: Y'all never stop talkin' to one another. Talk, talk, talk, talk. Always seems you hens talk.
I stick my tongue out at him before typing back at my best friend. A few moments pass by before a knock on the door. I don't think either of us ordered room service but who knows.
Dexter: Want me to get it?
Freya: Nah I will. You just keep on that bed and don't move a muscle. I'd hate to stop your time watching college basketball.
He doesn't say anything back to me. I slowly walk to the door before peeping through the hole. I'm a little surprised to see who is standing there.
Dexter: Who is it?
Freya: It's Brad. Don't know why he'd be here...
Dexter: Maybe he gon'a break your nose.
I chuckle it off but the things he does for his wife I wouldn't be the least bit surprised. Seriously I've never seen anyone as whipped.
Freya: Maybe...
I begin to swallow my pride and open the door. We both put on a fake smile before hugging. I usher him into the room and he accepts. Dexter nods his head to Brad before my brother takes a seat in a chair. I sit on the edge of the bed near him. Dexter mutes the TV so we can hear one another talk.
Brad: I assume you know why I'm here.
Freya: Yep.
Brad looks at me trying to get a read but he can't see my Poker Face.
Brad: Why did you break her nose?
Freya: Are you sure you want to know why?
My brother nods his head. I sigh and explain the whole story to him. Brad looks really uncomfortable but he wanted to hear the whole story. Dexter sits behind us, shaking his head the entire time. He wasn't too thrilled about this happening either. Don't think any of us are.
Brad: Well I understand why you're moving now a lot more. I wish it hadn't of happened but it also explains why Megan has been acting like she has recently. Usually she's rational about this sort of thing but I don't know.
Freya: I know right? That's why I thought she'd want to have a talk about it but instead she treats me like dirt. Only reason why I punched her...
Dexter shakes his head again. He knows I'm lying.
Dexter: Bull. There's more to it.
Freya: But he doesn't need to hear it.
Brad: Oh Megan told me what she said. Thought it was over the line myself. No idea what's going on with her right now. Kinda think she's going through that post baby thing depression. Wish you'd stay in San Diego but you have to do what you feel is best for your family. Respect it.
I smile for real this time.
Freya: Thank you.
Brad: Well I'll let you two get back to your night. I'm right down the hallway.
Freya: Going home in the morning?
Brad stands and smiles at me. He doesn't say a single word to me before leaving the room. Dexter grins himself. Are they in on something?! Oh well, suppose I'll find out at some point.
Dexter: Well that went better then I thought.
Freya: Eh ever since Brad retired he's been a lot more mellow about everything. Wrestling made him uptight I think.
Dexter: Very possibly. Now come on and watch these games with me.
I scoot backwards and sit next to my husband. He puts his arm around me. We both smile as we watch the last real weekend of college basketball before tournaments start. So there's your sappy ass moment.
-----
"This time last year I was sitting in a doctor's office finding out I had been wrestling while pregnant. Nothing happened to my child thankfully but it's a horrible feeling to know that had been going on. So I sit on the sidelines for months and months. I come back and try to find my footing. It's hard right now. As I've said before some people are trying to stir up the pot with me and I ain't having that. Tired of all the drama that comes with professional wrestling. Go out to the ring and do what you're meant to do.
I've been on these sidelines for months now getting back into ring shape. I've been waiting for my chance to prove my worth and the more I think about you and your entire career, I began to think. I started to think that despite your winning of the Starlets Championship and all that other stuff you aren't that good. Think about it for a moment. You beat Trish Newborn. A horrible wrestler in her own right and you lost it back to her. Then your sister lost to Zelda Knite someone who can honestly hold her own in the ring. What since then? A stupid tag team? No one you had to beg someone to team with you. You fold easily.
Not that anyone would really be surprised that you managed to fold so easily. One look at you is enough to make anyone sick to their stomach. I've heard stories of you flirting with half the damn locker room which is disgusting. You're like an attention starved whore no matter where you find yourself. It's cool to reference twitter this days right? Don't care who likes it but I see Amy Marshall tweeting to some people we used to work with a couple of years ago.
She's begging for their attention. She gets it and doesn't like what she sees so it's all about calling them a skanky whore. I find it hilarious that you out of millions upon billions of people can honestly call someone that with a straight face. Do I need to hold up a mirror for you to look at. Do I need to find a dictionary so we can look up the word skank and see your face looking right back at all of us?
I don't understand why you would need to reference a former place of employment for everyone to hear. You think our fans know what that place is? More importantly none of them care what happened there. Do you think they care that Zelda was the last Hardcore Champion? Do you think they care that I was the last World Champion? It means nothing. Everything I've done to this point means nothing to the people of nCw. I'm just another female wrestler on their roster trying to make an impact where it matters.
But what have you ever meant to someone? Because of your past I'm sure many men look at you, claim love, double bag themselves and dive in. They can brag to their friends that they had it with a former porn star. Bravo, Amy, bravo. You're a bigger trophy then you are professional wrestler. At least my retarded sister in law figured that out before too long. Some women aren't meant for professional wrestling. Women like you are meant for what you used to do.
I mean I kept watching your so called wrestling matches and came away shaking my head all the time. Why are you in this profession when you suck more at it then the dick you sucked in porn? Go back to what you know best and leave wrestling to the people who know how to do it properly. This ain't your business at all Amy. So just do us all a favor and quit pretending you know what you're doing.
Really wanted to keep this respectful but I just can't. I hate women who have no respect for themselves and that's you. Any woman that takes it up the ass on a camera lacks that quality in life. But I'm sure you'll call me a bitch thirty times because it's the only good comeback you can think of with your fantastic wit.
You are not going anywhere, Amy Marshall, except behind me as I rise to the top of wrestling. You can go back to making other things rise."
