Post by Alysson Gardner on Apr 7, 2012 23:25:52 GMT -6
Wow, Ashlie... Classy. Real classy. Calling me out on my past to prove any kind of superiority. What did you expect? To see me freak out and lay a brick? What you REALLY accomplished is making me angry.
And what you've seen from me thus far is NOTHING compared to what you've done now.
I could hear them in the background talking about me. It's not a conspiracy, before you even think of it, but they're talking about me in the back room. Luckily, my ears are young enough to hear them, and I'm pretty sure these aren't voices inside my head.
Doctor: There is an unusual damage on the left side of her brain, Mr. Gardner, that is prompting her to these outbursts of violence, as you call them. If you'll look at these... See this mark, here? This is uncommon.
Christian: I don't know much about brains but I know this isn't really supposed to be here.
Doctor: It really isn't. Now, comparing it with this one, which is her exam from two weeks ago, you'll notice that the damage on her brain has been slowly restoring.
Christian: So there's a chance it will eventually cure with time?
Doctor: Absolutely.
I get up and fancy myself with a glass of water. It tastes like dump but I don't care; there's just too much inside my mind to even care about the taste of water.
Doctor: Luckily for your sister, she is young and has a lot of energy. The problem is, with the continued effort she has been investing in wrestling, this wound in her brain is taking a lot longer to heal than it normally would.
Christian: So what do you say would be the most... appropriate attitude, doc?
The doctor sighs, and I know this can't be good news.
Doctor: She either has to stop wrestling... Or surgery.
You want to talk about the past, Barbie doll? Let's talk about the past. A little trip down memory lane to remind everybody who you really are: a cheap slut so cheap that Joe Everyman dumped you for another woman. That because you wanted to prove Adam Knite was wrong in abandoning you in the first place. Oh, and then, when I debuted as a wrestler after I was done dragging my brother's name in the mud? You were sucking Simon Daye's d***. And even that skinny f***er dumped you, and now you're with the man who should be Guinness record holder for most STDs, Trent Helms. Wow. Just wow. How glorious has your road been so far. I don't get what you're trying to prove here; maybe you smothered your kitty with honey and is expecting the drones to come and lick it off for you, but, sorry to bear you the bad news - this only proves you are a sickening Barbie girl with a loosened below whose biggest accomplishment was taking "Mr. Jealousy" Trent Helms away from Twilight MILF Mercedes Lewis.
And you still want to call me out on using drugs? Look at yourself, Ashlie, you still do them.
Oh, no, sorry - you worked hard to get where you are. Let's see if you really did. My strongest memory of you was when I debuted as a wrestler in nCw; against you, even. And I remember you got the biggest beat down of your whole life. Luckily you had Simon with you, so he would give you make-up tips to cover the black eye and the red marks. Have you improved ever since? Because, between you and I, word has it that you only got your opportunity at the title you're holding right now because you were the only one that hadn't been slapped around silly by Kelly Knite. And even then, you had to pin Mercy Lewis down to get it from her, so technically, K2 never really lost to you.
Admit it, Ashlie. You're the bottom of the barrel. You got a lucky shot, and you only capitalized on it because there was someone in there that was just as incompetent as you are as a wrestler and a decent woman so you could deliver your coup-de-grâce, earn your 15 minutes of fame and give some dignity to the untamed, untrained, uninspired and undeserving class that you represent.
Deep down, though, I understand where you're coming from. I see your point. You always wanted to be Kelly Knite. You say you got dumped by Adam Knite like you're proud of it, likely because you were THIS close to be his wife instead of Kelly. You wanted to be rich and successful, have the best clients and perhaps the entire company at the palm of your hand like she does. Newsflash, honeycomb... You are not Kelly Knite, and will never be. You will never run the town. You will never set with a decent man. You will never have the power or the money or the respect. You will never compare to the Knites.
And you will NEVER be a decent champion.
I hope you're keeping the belt warm and clean for me. Specially clean. I don't want to be infested by your cooties.
I can hardly wait for Christian to leave the room with the doctor. I look up at my brother as he is clearly picking up the words to share the news with me, unaware I had heard it all. Before he can even speak, I pronounce myself.
Alysson: I'll do the surgery.
And what you've seen from me thus far is NOTHING compared to what you've done now.
I could hear them in the background talking about me. It's not a conspiracy, before you even think of it, but they're talking about me in the back room. Luckily, my ears are young enough to hear them, and I'm pretty sure these aren't voices inside my head.
Doctor: There is an unusual damage on the left side of her brain, Mr. Gardner, that is prompting her to these outbursts of violence, as you call them. If you'll look at these... See this mark, here? This is uncommon.
Christian: I don't know much about brains but I know this isn't really supposed to be here.
Doctor: It really isn't. Now, comparing it with this one, which is her exam from two weeks ago, you'll notice that the damage on her brain has been slowly restoring.
Christian: So there's a chance it will eventually cure with time?
Doctor: Absolutely.
I get up and fancy myself with a glass of water. It tastes like dump but I don't care; there's just too much inside my mind to even care about the taste of water.
Doctor: Luckily for your sister, she is young and has a lot of energy. The problem is, with the continued effort she has been investing in wrestling, this wound in her brain is taking a lot longer to heal than it normally would.
Christian: So what do you say would be the most... appropriate attitude, doc?
The doctor sighs, and I know this can't be good news.
Doctor: She either has to stop wrestling... Or surgery.
You want to talk about the past, Barbie doll? Let's talk about the past. A little trip down memory lane to remind everybody who you really are: a cheap slut so cheap that Joe Everyman dumped you for another woman. That because you wanted to prove Adam Knite was wrong in abandoning you in the first place. Oh, and then, when I debuted as a wrestler after I was done dragging my brother's name in the mud? You were sucking Simon Daye's d***. And even that skinny f***er dumped you, and now you're with the man who should be Guinness record holder for most STDs, Trent Helms. Wow. Just wow. How glorious has your road been so far. I don't get what you're trying to prove here; maybe you smothered your kitty with honey and is expecting the drones to come and lick it off for you, but, sorry to bear you the bad news - this only proves you are a sickening Barbie girl with a loosened below whose biggest accomplishment was taking "Mr. Jealousy" Trent Helms away from Twilight MILF Mercedes Lewis.
And you still want to call me out on using drugs? Look at yourself, Ashlie, you still do them.
Oh, no, sorry - you worked hard to get where you are. Let's see if you really did. My strongest memory of you was when I debuted as a wrestler in nCw; against you, even. And I remember you got the biggest beat down of your whole life. Luckily you had Simon with you, so he would give you make-up tips to cover the black eye and the red marks. Have you improved ever since? Because, between you and I, word has it that you only got your opportunity at the title you're holding right now because you were the only one that hadn't been slapped around silly by Kelly Knite. And even then, you had to pin Mercy Lewis down to get it from her, so technically, K2 never really lost to you.
Admit it, Ashlie. You're the bottom of the barrel. You got a lucky shot, and you only capitalized on it because there was someone in there that was just as incompetent as you are as a wrestler and a decent woman so you could deliver your coup-de-grâce, earn your 15 minutes of fame and give some dignity to the untamed, untrained, uninspired and undeserving class that you represent.
Deep down, though, I understand where you're coming from. I see your point. You always wanted to be Kelly Knite. You say you got dumped by Adam Knite like you're proud of it, likely because you were THIS close to be his wife instead of Kelly. You wanted to be rich and successful, have the best clients and perhaps the entire company at the palm of your hand like she does. Newsflash, honeycomb... You are not Kelly Knite, and will never be. You will never run the town. You will never set with a decent man. You will never have the power or the money or the respect. You will never compare to the Knites.
And you will NEVER be a decent champion.
I hope you're keeping the belt warm and clean for me. Specially clean. I don't want to be infested by your cooties.
I can hardly wait for Christian to leave the room with the doctor. I look up at my brother as he is clearly picking up the words to share the news with me, unaware I had heard it all. Before he can even speak, I pronounce myself.
Alysson: I'll do the surgery.
