Post by Jasmine Barrera on Sept 15, 2012 6:41:25 GMT -6
Synopsis: Jazz picked up a victory last week, and while it may not have been the biggest of her career, it still holds her over while basically hiding out in San Diego While she has been enjoying California, it's still hard for her to focus. Now this week, she faces Megan Sanderson. Will Jazz make it two in row, and can she cope with Homesickness?
I miss being home. That win last week felt good, but honestly, it didn't help me much. I miss New York. I miss the loud noise. The streets alive at all hours, and all the fun I used to have. But now, that world is different. Very different. I want to go back, and be with Flash, but I know that's not the best thing to do right now. If I didn't know any better. I'd say Rodney is glad I'm gone, and with Flash in jail and no one going to see him, no one can get the truth out of him, and we can put this whole mess to rest.
Hector has been really good to me. He's set me up with some good people, and it's starting to feel like I'm back home, but it's just not the same. It's not that I don't like Cali, or San Diego, but it's strange to being doing business like this. It's also nice not to have snow around here, but damn it's still getting colder. Everyone around here is die-hard football fans, and I still get some stares on Sundays rocking my Eli Manning jersey. But, as Pat Ewing said, no matter where I go, and what I do, I'll always be a New Yorker.
NCW is now throwing Megan Sanderson my way. Megan is...different as well. I used to change now, and my opponents continue to differ. Megan is the village bicycle that it seems everyone has rode. From how she acts, to how she speaks, everything about her screams "puta" But, if she's that way, whatever. How you live your life isn't my business. But, it is a little scary.
Megan is also a home wrecker, and a conniving and devious person. People like that, like her, like Rodney, need to dealt with. Megan, whatever STD's you have you can keep to yourself. I'm not the girl who shys away from contact, but you're a walking advertisement for birth control. You, and the people like you sicken me. I plan on going into the ring, beating you quickly, and then taking about three showers to get your stench off. Tal vez incluso ver a un médico para asegurarse de que no pescar nada.
| Jazz's apartment, outside, San Diego, CA |
Jazz meets with Hector. They embrace.
They embrace.
She watches Hector get back in his car and drive away.
I sat down and thought about girls like Megan for a while today. It's girls like her, and yes, I say girls, because attemtping to hump anything with pulse doesn't make you a woman, but it's girls like her that ruin the NCW women's division, and women's wrestling in general. Ruining Brad Kane's life obviously wasn't enough, so now, I guess she's out to completely destroy what's left of Brad's personal life. Brad puede ser a veces un imbecil, pero maldita sea, está tratando de vivir su vida. Y ella no puede tolerarlo.
It's that kind of girl who ruins things. The girl who can't stand not being the center of attention. She can't get enough of it. Sad. But who wants to have the attention of someone who can't keep her legs closed for more than two minutes before she's starved again? No one respects her, and she doesn't respect herself. She's obviously okay with that, because look where it's gotten her: Riding...for lack of a better word onto a destructive monster like Lex Sense. I would think that Lex is only using her, but maybe not. Maybe the big goof has fallen for the harlot. It's like the Hunchback of Notre Dame a little bit, isn't it?
But the match just...seems scary. Not that I fear Megan in anyway, but she's probably going to get...excited by me merely touching her. The idea of her groping up against me and moaning and panting in my ear is a little...no, a lot disgusting. It's something I'll have to endure, because winning is important to me. But it's not something I'm gonna like. Nor will I. I'm going to have to resist the urge to break her face and just focus on winning.
So No, Megan, I won't be...bending over for you. There's not going to be any smacking my ass, or rubbing up against me in this. Not the way you want anyway. But, I am not without a little compassion: I will give you 3 seconds of me laying on top of you, when I beat you. You're going to have to make due with that.
If I know you....that'll be plenty.
I miss being home. That win last week felt good, but honestly, it didn't help me much. I miss New York. I miss the loud noise. The streets alive at all hours, and all the fun I used to have. But now, that world is different. Very different. I want to go back, and be with Flash, but I know that's not the best thing to do right now. If I didn't know any better. I'd say Rodney is glad I'm gone, and with Flash in jail and no one going to see him, no one can get the truth out of him, and we can put this whole mess to rest.
Hector has been really good to me. He's set me up with some good people, and it's starting to feel like I'm back home, but it's just not the same. It's not that I don't like Cali, or San Diego, but it's strange to being doing business like this. It's also nice not to have snow around here, but damn it's still getting colder. Everyone around here is die-hard football fans, and I still get some stares on Sundays rocking my Eli Manning jersey. But, as Pat Ewing said, no matter where I go, and what I do, I'll always be a New Yorker.
NCW is now throwing Megan Sanderson my way. Megan is...different as well. I used to change now, and my opponents continue to differ. Megan is the village bicycle that it seems everyone has rode. From how she acts, to how she speaks, everything about her screams "puta" But, if she's that way, whatever. How you live your life isn't my business. But, it is a little scary.
Megan is also a home wrecker, and a conniving and devious person. People like that, like her, like Rodney, need to dealt with. Megan, whatever STD's you have you can keep to yourself. I'm not the girl who shys away from contact, but you're a walking advertisement for birth control. You, and the people like you sicken me. I plan on going into the ring, beating you quickly, and then taking about three showers to get your stench off. Tal vez incluso ver a un médico para asegurarse de que no pescar nada.
| Jazz's apartment, outside, San Diego, CA |
Jazz meets with Hector. They embrace.
Hector:
Hola, mamacita.
Jazz:
Hector.
Hola, mamacita.
Jazz:
Hector.
They embrace.
Hector:
Some, reunion, eh?
Jazz:
Si. *chuckle* How are things?
Hector:
Up and down, Lil Jazz, up and down.
Jazz:
Flash?
Hector:
No contact, that's the rule.
Jazz:
I thought so.
Hector:
How you doing? You okay out here? They treating you nice?
Jazz:
Bastante bien. They still don't fully trust me.
Hector:
Si. I know. They tell me they not sure about you.
Jazz:
And you tell them?
Hector:
Si. I know. They tell me they not sure about you.
Jazz:
And you tell them?
Hector:
I tell them, they work for me.
Jazz:
Si.
Hector:
I told Rodney I was going to see my cousin out here.
Jazz:
He doesn't want anyone to talk to me.
Hector:
I know. But you never done anything wrong...Que yo sepa.
Jazz:
Funny.
Hector:
Hey, I don't know.
Jazz:
But you know me.
Hector:
Everybody got a dark side.
Jazz:
Hector, I wouldn't try to kill my family.
Hector:
I know, Lil' Jazz, I know. But still, you're here, and not there.
Jazz:
Not for too much longer, I hope.
Hector:
Lo único que sé, sé que tengo amigos que va a ayudar a usted. Pero hasta entonces, tienes que relajarte.
Jazz:
I know. Thanks for seeing my Hector, Let Nina know I'm okay.
Hector:
Si. You take care of yourself, okay?
Jazz:
Si.
Some, reunion, eh?
Jazz:
Si. *chuckle* How are things?
Hector:
Up and down, Lil Jazz, up and down.
Jazz:
Flash?
Hector:
No contact, that's the rule.
Jazz:
I thought so.
Hector:
How you doing? You okay out here? They treating you nice?
Jazz:
Bastante bien. They still don't fully trust me.
Hector:
Si. I know. They tell me they not sure about you.
Jazz:
And you tell them?
Hector:
Si. I know. They tell me they not sure about you.
Jazz:
And you tell them?
Hector:
I tell them, they work for me.
Jazz:
Si.
Hector:
I told Rodney I was going to see my cousin out here.
Jazz:
He doesn't want anyone to talk to me.
Hector:
I know. But you never done anything wrong...Que yo sepa.
Jazz:
Funny.
Hector:
Hey, I don't know.
Jazz:
But you know me.
Hector:
Everybody got a dark side.
Jazz:
Hector, I wouldn't try to kill my family.
Hector:
I know, Lil' Jazz, I know. But still, you're here, and not there.
Jazz:
Not for too much longer, I hope.
Hector:
Lo único que sé, sé que tengo amigos que va a ayudar a usted. Pero hasta entonces, tienes que relajarte.
Jazz:
I know. Thanks for seeing my Hector, Let Nina know I'm okay.
Hector:
Si. You take care of yourself, okay?
Jazz:
Si.
She watches Hector get back in his car and drive away.
Jazz:
Maybe he's right. Maybe I do need to relax.
Maybe he's right. Maybe I do need to relax.
I sat down and thought about girls like Megan for a while today. It's girls like her, and yes, I say girls, because attemtping to hump anything with pulse doesn't make you a woman, but it's girls like her that ruin the NCW women's division, and women's wrestling in general. Ruining Brad Kane's life obviously wasn't enough, so now, I guess she's out to completely destroy what's left of Brad's personal life. Brad puede ser a veces un imbecil, pero maldita sea, está tratando de vivir su vida. Y ella no puede tolerarlo.
It's that kind of girl who ruins things. The girl who can't stand not being the center of attention. She can't get enough of it. Sad. But who wants to have the attention of someone who can't keep her legs closed for more than two minutes before she's starved again? No one respects her, and she doesn't respect herself. She's obviously okay with that, because look where it's gotten her: Riding...for lack of a better word onto a destructive monster like Lex Sense. I would think that Lex is only using her, but maybe not. Maybe the big goof has fallen for the harlot. It's like the Hunchback of Notre Dame a little bit, isn't it?
But the match just...seems scary. Not that I fear Megan in anyway, but she's probably going to get...excited by me merely touching her. The idea of her groping up against me and moaning and panting in my ear is a little...no, a lot disgusting. It's something I'll have to endure, because winning is important to me. But it's not something I'm gonna like. Nor will I. I'm going to have to resist the urge to break her face and just focus on winning.
So No, Megan, I won't be...bending over for you. There's not going to be any smacking my ass, or rubbing up against me in this. Not the way you want anyway. But, I am not without a little compassion: I will give you 3 seconds of me laying on top of you, when I beat you. You're going to have to make due with that.
If I know you....that'll be plenty.