Post by Megan Sanderson on Aug 19, 2012 2:12:06 GMT -6
"Lately he hasn't been much for talking to me."
Megan Sanderson: I just don't see why you are never here. I'm not just going to be waiting around for you every time you feel the need to space out.
"It's like he's not even listening to me anymore."
Megan Sanderson: I support everything you do. I need a little support now that I'm facing my biggest challenge ever.
"Who am I kidding? She's not that big of a challenge. Just a little pussy to be douched. I just wish he'd look at me."
Megan Sanderson: After everything we've been through, you're just going to ignore me?
"Still no answer. He just continues packing. Probably to go meet up with his "BFF"."
Megan Sanderson: You're spending way too much time with guys in masks. Don't you want to have playtime at bouncy land?
"I stretch out my shirt so I could pull my tits over the collar and I just let them hang there, hoping it would catch his attention. It usually does. Tonight, it doesn't."
Megan Sanderson: Fine! Continue not paying attention to me. It's not like I can't get what I want elsewhere.
"I could, but I wont. I think I've outgrown that part of my life. I want him to care but I don't think he ever will. Not as much as I do anyway."
Megan Sanderson: Where are you going?
"He finally looks up at me but he doesn't stare at my tits. He looks me in the eye."
Lex Sense: I have things I need to take care of.
Megan Sanderson: Things, huh?
Lex Sense: I probably wont be back until after A New Dawn.
Megan Sanderson: What do I care? It's not like you're here when you're here anyway.
"Typical. Always cryptic and sh*t. I storm off hoping he follows me. He doesn't. I slam the door and lean against it, sliding down to a sit down. I kinda wanna cry but I don't. I just sit there hoping the feeling of loneliness would go away.
It doesn't."
Megan Sanderson: A New Dawn... Meh. It sounds like one of those tweener movies all the kids go on and on about. However, I'm booked. Kinda wets my panties just thinking about it. I want to be taken seriously around here but it's not going to happen overnight. It's apparent that I just can't kick my heels together, or wish upon a star, or have a fairy godmother magically make it happen for me. I have to do it the way I use to do things. Through hard work and dedication. That's not to say I wont take shortcuts as they are shown to me but for the most part, I'm going to prove that I deserve to be here. That I deserve to be given a shot through skills alone and not by spreading my legs like jam on toast.
I love wrestling just as much as I love sex. Both have similar forms of training. You have to do both of them repeatedly in order to get good at it. You must work on your move sets daily in order to grow stamina. You must exercise nightly to stay in shape and look good in between those four posts. Similar forms of training that leaves similar forms hurts behind if you do them too much. I'm superior in the sheets. Now I have to transfer that superiority over to the ring and I plan to do just that. First by beating Nina Watts.
Last week, I got payback for the things you started. You couldn't leave well enough alone. You just had to come back after Lex ran your boy toy off. I hate you in more ways than one. People have told me that Brad has told them that you are everything that I'm not which makes you perfect little Ms. Beauty Pageant. Blonde haired skinny little bitch. You want to replace me? First you're going to have to beat me. It's funny how you think you can trick me twice. I know all your secrets and this weekend I'm going to send you right back to your husband in a stretcher.
I may not be as good as Lex but I can be a vicious bitch when I need to be. Brad trained me and now Lex has made me better. Better than you, at least. I plan to rip that stupid hair off the top of your head and choke you with it. I'm going to ram my fist so far up your ass you'll never walk the same. You picked a fight with the wrong Kane.... Err, I mean Sanderson...
WHATEVER!
This weekend is going to be the worst weekend of your life and when I'm through with you you're going to wish you would've wore a diaper. Then again, Brad likes a little sh*t on his chest now and then. I guess that explains why he likes you on top of him.
Good luck, honey.
Megan Sanderson: I just don't see why you are never here. I'm not just going to be waiting around for you every time you feel the need to space out.
"It's like he's not even listening to me anymore."
Megan Sanderson: I support everything you do. I need a little support now that I'm facing my biggest challenge ever.
"Who am I kidding? She's not that big of a challenge. Just a little pussy to be douched. I just wish he'd look at me."
Megan Sanderson: After everything we've been through, you're just going to ignore me?
"Still no answer. He just continues packing. Probably to go meet up with his "BFF"."
Megan Sanderson: You're spending way too much time with guys in masks. Don't you want to have playtime at bouncy land?
"I stretch out my shirt so I could pull my tits over the collar and I just let them hang there, hoping it would catch his attention. It usually does. Tonight, it doesn't."
Megan Sanderson: Fine! Continue not paying attention to me. It's not like I can't get what I want elsewhere.
"I could, but I wont. I think I've outgrown that part of my life. I want him to care but I don't think he ever will. Not as much as I do anyway."
Megan Sanderson: Where are you going?
"He finally looks up at me but he doesn't stare at my tits. He looks me in the eye."
Lex Sense: I have things I need to take care of.
Megan Sanderson: Things, huh?
Lex Sense: I probably wont be back until after A New Dawn.
Megan Sanderson: What do I care? It's not like you're here when you're here anyway.
"Typical. Always cryptic and sh*t. I storm off hoping he follows me. He doesn't. I slam the door and lean against it, sliding down to a sit down. I kinda wanna cry but I don't. I just sit there hoping the feeling of loneliness would go away.
It doesn't."
Megan Sanderson: A New Dawn... Meh. It sounds like one of those tweener movies all the kids go on and on about. However, I'm booked. Kinda wets my panties just thinking about it. I want to be taken seriously around here but it's not going to happen overnight. It's apparent that I just can't kick my heels together, or wish upon a star, or have a fairy godmother magically make it happen for me. I have to do it the way I use to do things. Through hard work and dedication. That's not to say I wont take shortcuts as they are shown to me but for the most part, I'm going to prove that I deserve to be here. That I deserve to be given a shot through skills alone and not by spreading my legs like jam on toast.
I love wrestling just as much as I love sex. Both have similar forms of training. You have to do both of them repeatedly in order to get good at it. You must work on your move sets daily in order to grow stamina. You must exercise nightly to stay in shape and look good in between those four posts. Similar forms of training that leaves similar forms hurts behind if you do them too much. I'm superior in the sheets. Now I have to transfer that superiority over to the ring and I plan to do just that. First by beating Nina Watts.
Last week, I got payback for the things you started. You couldn't leave well enough alone. You just had to come back after Lex ran your boy toy off. I hate you in more ways than one. People have told me that Brad has told them that you are everything that I'm not which makes you perfect little Ms. Beauty Pageant. Blonde haired skinny little bitch. You want to replace me? First you're going to have to beat me. It's funny how you think you can trick me twice. I know all your secrets and this weekend I'm going to send you right back to your husband in a stretcher.
I may not be as good as Lex but I can be a vicious bitch when I need to be. Brad trained me and now Lex has made me better. Better than you, at least. I plan to rip that stupid hair off the top of your head and choke you with it. I'm going to ram my fist so far up your ass you'll never walk the same. You picked a fight with the wrong Kane.... Err, I mean Sanderson...
WHATEVER!
This weekend is going to be the worst weekend of your life and when I'm through with you you're going to wish you would've wore a diaper. Then again, Brad likes a little sh*t on his chest now and then. I guess that explains why he likes you on top of him.
Good luck, honey.
