Post by Megan Sanderson on Sept 21, 2012 3:10:56 GMT -6
Megan Sanderson: I can not stop laughing.
This must be a joke.
Because if this skank is being serious? Than the stupid bitch has something coming her way. Something she never expected. Something that is going to knock that dumb slut out of her high heels and leave her crawling back to Brad in search of some dim-witted jerkoff to lick her wounds.
The thing is Nina, this whole thing never involved you. It involved three people. Lex, Brad and I. You, in all your whorish wisdom decided that you would involve yourself in MY situation. You think you can replace me, that you can be a mother to my children, a sister-in-law to my sister-in-law. You think you can just take my life and you know what,... I'm glad there is someone stupid enough to take all the bullsh*t off of my hands.
You'll always be a replacement, sweety. That tight little ass of yours will always play second fiddle to mine. No matter what that loser says, don't kid yourself, honey. If you were really a step up then Brad wouldn't need to compare us at all. The only reason he says that is because he can step all over you just like I'm going to do on Sunday.
I know you want to be me, Nina, but you will never be me.
No matter how hard you try.
You can wish upon a star all you want but the only one in OUR lives that doesn't belong there is you.
"I wish I could explain what is going on in my head as I'm lifting these weights. I want to leave. I want to find someone to get off with. I want to go wild and have sex with multiple people but that part of my life is through. I still enjoy sex. I still like to f*ck but only with Sense. So here I am. Lifting weights in an attempt to workout the hornyness off of me.
It ain't working."
Megan Sanderson: F*CK!!
"I toss the barbells across the gym. Everyone turns to look at me. It's probably because I screamed the F-word at the top of my lungs. I don't care. It's what I want to do but Lex hasn't been around lately. I decide it's time to go home. I get up, wipe the sweat from my forehead and then head to the showers. I stare at the eye candy around and think of all the delicious ways I could take advantage of them. Staring never hurt anybody. Except for Nina of course.
She's stared long enough."
Megan Sanderson: I know how this all started. It started when Brad stopped looking at me the way he once did. There was a time when I was the only thing in his life. I was his joy, his happiness, his everything.
Then he forgot about me.
He forgot how to touch me, how to love me, how to please me and I blame those kids for that. Suddenly, Brad spent all his time playing with his kids and forgot to play with me. I know this makes me sound selfish but you'll understand when he starts doing it to you. You'll see what I saw, feel what I felt, lose what I lost and on that day, I'm going to laugh at you the way you've laughed at me.
Because that's all you've been doing.
You've been rubbing salt in my eyes, showing me the picture perfect family I once had. Instead, now I live by myself. Ignoring the feelings that got me in trouble in the first place. Maybe you're right. maybe I am wasting my time with Sense. Maybe I deserve every evil little thing you have planned for me. Maybe I f*cked my life away and now deserve to suffer.
But who made you judge, jury and executioner?
What gives you the right to judge me?
You came into OUR lives when it had already ended. You replaced me after OUR troubles were made public. You weren't there to see the tears that I had to keep to myself in fear that my children would recognize my weakness. You weren't there to watch as Brad and I had orgies to hide the truth. You weren't there to witness the death of our love, a love that died long before it ended. Instead you came into this life, injecting yourself into Brad like a heroin needle into his no good brother. You came into this life, acting like you know it all. Like you've seen what you've needed to see but you've only accepted one side.
You heard Brad and believed that I was the villain here.
Maybe I am.
But you wont be the one to fix our families' problems.
You are no Dr. Phil.
You're just some bubbly little c*nt who thinks more of herself than she should.
And I'm going to prove that when I decapitate your ass and then molest the remains.
A little trick Sense taught me.
"I remove each fabric off my body and toss them aside, not caring about the other ladies in this run down gym's locker room eying up my goods. I don't know why I just didn't train at home. I guess I wanted to see all the sweaty bodies around me or something. I head into the shower and find the first open one I could find. The showerhead steams from the heated water that splashes on my face, running down my body. This isn't helping. I look around and see several other naked ladies around me. I think about what I could do with them. How I could pleasure them. How they could pleasure me.
I immediately turn off the hot water and let the cold covet my body as I hope to wash away these feelings."
Woman: Everything okay?
"Oh great. I bet you she's attractive too... Yup."
Megan Sanderson: Just thinking about stuff.
Woman: "Stuff"? That's funny because I'm thinking about "stuff" too. Wanna think about them together?
Megan Sanderson: What?
Woman: I know a woman in heat when I see one. Lucky for you, its just you and I.
"Blonde hair, skinny frame, blue eyes, B-cups?... She reminds me of someone and for a second I think about falling into my desires but then I realize that that's not me anymore. Random sex with random strangers is behind me. Even if stupid little blonde bimbos try to tell me that that's who I will always be."
Megan Sanderson: Unlucky for you, I'm not interested.
"I walk away. i could tell she's disappointed. So am I but not for the same reasons."
Megan Sanderson: I know you think you have it all figured out. You work out hard with the people I once worked out with and then you use that knowledge to spank my ass up and down those posts. It sounds easy enough but I too have been training. I've been keeping my desires at bay, chaining my fantasies down and waiting for the perfect moment to unleash all of that frustration.
That moment is Battle Grounds.
You're facing me in a No Hold's Barred match and I don't even think you know how to fight. At least not the way that I do. Brad trained me for years and he wasn't the only one. I learned from Freya and I learned from Spike. Basically anybody that you think is teaching you something new, I've already been there. But I guess that's the story of your life.
Always sloppy seconds.
I don't blame you for being so mad at me. Jealousy can do that to you, honey buns. But I'm not the one to blame for anything that happened. I may have been one of the roots but a family tree is planted with many and you married into a family that has so many issues with each other it's hard not to grow bitter. I don't need to tell you that, though. You'll find out for yourself and then we'll see what vice you pick up. Sex? Drugs? Black men? Who knows what lies in store for Nina Twatts.
The sky is the limit for the possibilities of what will drag you into the muck.
All thanks to the family name.
Welcome to the Kanes, bitch
"I'm dressing in the locker room and that same girl passes by. She ignores me. I don't care. She was too familiar to begin with. I quickly exit this place. I'm tired of the smell in here. As I walk out of the gym I pass by a wedding shop. Two dummies pose with their tuxedo and wedding dress. I lose it for a second and remember the happiest day of my life. The day Brad and I married and my cellphone rings."
Megan Sanderson: Hi!... Didn't expect for you to call... I'm still in town... When?... I will be there.
"Sense is demanding. It's either yes or no with him. I look back at that display and remember that day. It was one of my better days. I'm not afraid to admit that I miss them. Just like I'm not afraid to murder the ho that thinks she could replace me. Those days will never come back. Brad was handsome then. The future was bright then. Nowadays, the future is bleak.
I wipe a tear from my face and go meet up with Sense."
Megan Sanderson: I don't see the point in this thing between us but you've spent all your power chasing it. You wanted me and I really don't know why. You could use all the things that went wrong in your life since this started. You could even say it's because of the awful things Sense and I did to you but it just doesn't make sense. And I'm tired of trying to make sense of it.
I just want this to end.
One way or another, this Sunday we end this. I don't want you in my life anymore. At least not more than you have to be. You're upset and I don't know why. You got the family you always wanted and they seem to adore you more than they ever did me. You got a new life and even a new daddy for your bastard. Your life has been completed and yet here you are, trying to end what's left of mine. Whatever your reasons for hating me I want you to know one thing.
I wish I had what you had.
Because if I did I could leave this life behind me.
Instead I have to live in a daily black hole.
A hell where everything I am is slowly being sucked into nothingness.
Always with the what ifs and maybes with no certainty in sight.
Everyone wants to f*ck me but noone wants to love me.
They all want to see me just to hate me.
And nobody lets me forget who I use to be.
I can hear the small violins playing for me but those same violins will change their tune and soon they will be playing the song of your deconstruction.
At Battle Grounds, in a No Hold's Barred match, I finally get back some semblance of who I was before everything I became watered me down.
I guess I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to whip that ass and make it mine any way I want it.
See you Sunday.
This must be a joke.
Because if this skank is being serious? Than the stupid bitch has something coming her way. Something she never expected. Something that is going to knock that dumb slut out of her high heels and leave her crawling back to Brad in search of some dim-witted jerkoff to lick her wounds.
The thing is Nina, this whole thing never involved you. It involved three people. Lex, Brad and I. You, in all your whorish wisdom decided that you would involve yourself in MY situation. You think you can replace me, that you can be a mother to my children, a sister-in-law to my sister-in-law. You think you can just take my life and you know what,... I'm glad there is someone stupid enough to take all the bullsh*t off of my hands.
You'll always be a replacement, sweety. That tight little ass of yours will always play second fiddle to mine. No matter what that loser says, don't kid yourself, honey. If you were really a step up then Brad wouldn't need to compare us at all. The only reason he says that is because he can step all over you just like I'm going to do on Sunday.
I know you want to be me, Nina, but you will never be me.
No matter how hard you try.
You can wish upon a star all you want but the only one in OUR lives that doesn't belong there is you.
"I wish I could explain what is going on in my head as I'm lifting these weights. I want to leave. I want to find someone to get off with. I want to go wild and have sex with multiple people but that part of my life is through. I still enjoy sex. I still like to f*ck but only with Sense. So here I am. Lifting weights in an attempt to workout the hornyness off of me.
It ain't working."
Megan Sanderson: F*CK!!
"I toss the barbells across the gym. Everyone turns to look at me. It's probably because I screamed the F-word at the top of my lungs. I don't care. It's what I want to do but Lex hasn't been around lately. I decide it's time to go home. I get up, wipe the sweat from my forehead and then head to the showers. I stare at the eye candy around and think of all the delicious ways I could take advantage of them. Staring never hurt anybody. Except for Nina of course.
She's stared long enough."
Megan Sanderson: I know how this all started. It started when Brad stopped looking at me the way he once did. There was a time when I was the only thing in his life. I was his joy, his happiness, his everything.
Then he forgot about me.
He forgot how to touch me, how to love me, how to please me and I blame those kids for that. Suddenly, Brad spent all his time playing with his kids and forgot to play with me. I know this makes me sound selfish but you'll understand when he starts doing it to you. You'll see what I saw, feel what I felt, lose what I lost and on that day, I'm going to laugh at you the way you've laughed at me.
Because that's all you've been doing.
You've been rubbing salt in my eyes, showing me the picture perfect family I once had. Instead, now I live by myself. Ignoring the feelings that got me in trouble in the first place. Maybe you're right. maybe I am wasting my time with Sense. Maybe I deserve every evil little thing you have planned for me. Maybe I f*cked my life away and now deserve to suffer.
But who made you judge, jury and executioner?
What gives you the right to judge me?
You came into OUR lives when it had already ended. You replaced me after OUR troubles were made public. You weren't there to see the tears that I had to keep to myself in fear that my children would recognize my weakness. You weren't there to watch as Brad and I had orgies to hide the truth. You weren't there to witness the death of our love, a love that died long before it ended. Instead you came into this life, injecting yourself into Brad like a heroin needle into his no good brother. You came into this life, acting like you know it all. Like you've seen what you've needed to see but you've only accepted one side.
You heard Brad and believed that I was the villain here.
Maybe I am.
But you wont be the one to fix our families' problems.
You are no Dr. Phil.
You're just some bubbly little c*nt who thinks more of herself than she should.
And I'm going to prove that when I decapitate your ass and then molest the remains.
A little trick Sense taught me.
"I remove each fabric off my body and toss them aside, not caring about the other ladies in this run down gym's locker room eying up my goods. I don't know why I just didn't train at home. I guess I wanted to see all the sweaty bodies around me or something. I head into the shower and find the first open one I could find. The showerhead steams from the heated water that splashes on my face, running down my body. This isn't helping. I look around and see several other naked ladies around me. I think about what I could do with them. How I could pleasure them. How they could pleasure me.
I immediately turn off the hot water and let the cold covet my body as I hope to wash away these feelings."
Woman: Everything okay?
"Oh great. I bet you she's attractive too... Yup."
Megan Sanderson: Just thinking about stuff.
Woman: "Stuff"? That's funny because I'm thinking about "stuff" too. Wanna think about them together?
Megan Sanderson: What?
Woman: I know a woman in heat when I see one. Lucky for you, its just you and I.
"Blonde hair, skinny frame, blue eyes, B-cups?... She reminds me of someone and for a second I think about falling into my desires but then I realize that that's not me anymore. Random sex with random strangers is behind me. Even if stupid little blonde bimbos try to tell me that that's who I will always be."
Megan Sanderson: Unlucky for you, I'm not interested.
"I walk away. i could tell she's disappointed. So am I but not for the same reasons."
Megan Sanderson: I know you think you have it all figured out. You work out hard with the people I once worked out with and then you use that knowledge to spank my ass up and down those posts. It sounds easy enough but I too have been training. I've been keeping my desires at bay, chaining my fantasies down and waiting for the perfect moment to unleash all of that frustration.
That moment is Battle Grounds.
You're facing me in a No Hold's Barred match and I don't even think you know how to fight. At least not the way that I do. Brad trained me for years and he wasn't the only one. I learned from Freya and I learned from Spike. Basically anybody that you think is teaching you something new, I've already been there. But I guess that's the story of your life.
Always sloppy seconds.
I don't blame you for being so mad at me. Jealousy can do that to you, honey buns. But I'm not the one to blame for anything that happened. I may have been one of the roots but a family tree is planted with many and you married into a family that has so many issues with each other it's hard not to grow bitter. I don't need to tell you that, though. You'll find out for yourself and then we'll see what vice you pick up. Sex? Drugs? Black men? Who knows what lies in store for Nina Twatts.
The sky is the limit for the possibilities of what will drag you into the muck.
All thanks to the family name.
Welcome to the Kanes, bitch
"I'm dressing in the locker room and that same girl passes by. She ignores me. I don't care. She was too familiar to begin with. I quickly exit this place. I'm tired of the smell in here. As I walk out of the gym I pass by a wedding shop. Two dummies pose with their tuxedo and wedding dress. I lose it for a second and remember the happiest day of my life. The day Brad and I married and my cellphone rings."
Megan Sanderson: Hi!... Didn't expect for you to call... I'm still in town... When?... I will be there.
"Sense is demanding. It's either yes or no with him. I look back at that display and remember that day. It was one of my better days. I'm not afraid to admit that I miss them. Just like I'm not afraid to murder the ho that thinks she could replace me. Those days will never come back. Brad was handsome then. The future was bright then. Nowadays, the future is bleak.
I wipe a tear from my face and go meet up with Sense."
Megan Sanderson: I don't see the point in this thing between us but you've spent all your power chasing it. You wanted me and I really don't know why. You could use all the things that went wrong in your life since this started. You could even say it's because of the awful things Sense and I did to you but it just doesn't make sense. And I'm tired of trying to make sense of it.
I just want this to end.
One way or another, this Sunday we end this. I don't want you in my life anymore. At least not more than you have to be. You're upset and I don't know why. You got the family you always wanted and they seem to adore you more than they ever did me. You got a new life and even a new daddy for your bastard. Your life has been completed and yet here you are, trying to end what's left of mine. Whatever your reasons for hating me I want you to know one thing.
I wish I had what you had.
Because if I did I could leave this life behind me.
Instead I have to live in a daily black hole.
A hell where everything I am is slowly being sucked into nothingness.
Always with the what ifs and maybes with no certainty in sight.
Everyone wants to f*ck me but noone wants to love me.
They all want to see me just to hate me.
And nobody lets me forget who I use to be.
I can hear the small violins playing for me but those same violins will change their tune and soon they will be playing the song of your deconstruction.
At Battle Grounds, in a No Hold's Barred match, I finally get back some semblance of who I was before everything I became watered me down.
I guess I should thank you for giving me the opportunity to whip that ass and make it mine any way I want it.
See you Sunday.
