Post by Ayla St. James on Sept 28, 2012 23:48:46 GMT -6
Hey, hey, I was a perfectly lady at that club.
Ayla was on the phone, making breakfast in the kitchen. The phone was on the counter, and the clear voice of Aly Gardner was coming through.
Oh, don't lie to me, young lady. How many times did you flash when the DJ said let's see some skin?
Ayla paused, indicating the real answer was embarassing to admit.
Only.. a couple..
Thirteen..
That's a couple!
It's more than a dozen!
I recall you enjoying the view more than anyone. In fact, I recall seeing some major boobage from you more than a few times. No DJ needed.
Yea, but that was just for you.
Ayla stuck her tongue out at the phone, and she had a feeling that her friend was doing the same. Ayla flipped the pancake in the pan as the phone rang. She checked the caller ID, and noticed it was the local hospital. She yelled up the stairs.
Kyle! Littleton General is calling!
Hospital? Is something wrong?
I don't know, he hasn't had an appointment in a while, just his medical check ups at the arena. At least not that I know of.
Maybe Leon had some concerns and sent over some results. Don't worry your pretty little blond head about it, sexy. I'm sure it's nothing.
Well, he's not answering.
She took the completed pancake and slid it onto the plate with the rest. She had more to make, but right now there was something else on her mind. She picked her phone up, and headed upstairs. She searched the rooms, and he was nowhere to be found.
Hmm. He's not here. I coulda swore..
What?
I heard him come in while I was in the shower. I didn't hear him say he was leaving again.
I'm sure he's fine dear. I can hang up if you want to text him.
No, you're right. If something was wrong, he'd be the first to tell me.
Any indication where he went?
Nothing in here, maybe he did say something while I was in the shower. I.. kinda can't hear anything when I'm in there some times.
...Oooo la la.
Ha ha, yea, it kind of sounds like a screeching banshee, but if you want to see it.
I'd rather be doing it, if you know what I mean.
...Oooo la la...
She had more to say, but she was cut off by the buzzing of the fax machine across the room.
First move after Steve's mouth got his ass in trouble is to have a secondary Road to the Gold for all the womens wrestlers.
Well played, nCw.
I'm all for it. Jenny has no clear contender, aside from maybe Emma, so mixing up the pot and letting us all get our grubby little hands dirty reaching for that brass ring can only make things more interesting. Everyone suddenly is aware of the opportunity, and that is a better motivator, no matter who you are. Tell a person they have to work for what they want, earn the match they want, and they'll pretty much scoff at you. But tell them they pretty much have the chance to grab it, and even though it's pretty much the same thing, they'll accept it. Because it's the illusion that there's less work involved. Basic human nature, do as little as possible for as much reward as you can get your hand on.
Bill Gates, I believe, once said that I'm going to give the laziest person the hardest job, because they will find the easiest way to get it done.
Me? I'm just here to do what I've come to love. I've admitted a hundred times that I was a naive little girl, watching wrestling on TV in Canada and deciding that I could do that. That was beaten out of me pretty quickly, by this very concept in fact. It was the first match in the original women's title tournament where by other bff Emma Danielson laid me out three ways from sunday before we were both defeated by the eventual winner. So, for me, this is not my first rodeo.
So, let me give you some advice, my dear Cynthia.
Eyes wide open. Always. You may think everything is what it seems. You may think that since you and your husband are intelligent people, you have a pretty good grasp of things. But you don't. You really don't. Blood, death and violence may be nothing knew to you, but this isn't just about pain and injury. People are going to attack your sensibilities. They're going to attack everything you stand for, question everything you think, and cut you down for every single little flaw that you don't even know you had. I could do plenty of the same, tell you that you're in over your head and I'm going to beat you four ways from Sunday. I could tell you that my experience in the ring will lead me to soundly defeat you in the ring, and end any hopes you may have. I should do all of these things, if for any reason, to prepare you for what you're inevitably going to run into.
So, consider that a free lesson I guess.
But all that said, this is just the first step. For me or for you. One of us will move on to the round of 8 at least, and hopefully forward. I'm looking forward to the challenge, honestly. If I'm going to make it all the way to Jenny Williams, I'd rather it be the toughest road possible.
I still have so much growing to do.
As do you.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
Ayla picked up the fax.
Ay? What's wrong?
She just stared at the paper. And the color drained from her face.
Ayla? Speak to me babe.
Ayla shook it off, then crumpled the paper up, and placed it in the trash.
Talk to me..
It's.. nothing, red. I'm fine.
Aly let it pass, but her exhale betrayed the fact she didn't believe her at all.
Ayla was on the phone, making breakfast in the kitchen. The phone was on the counter, and the clear voice of Aly Gardner was coming through.
Oh, don't lie to me, young lady. How many times did you flash when the DJ said let's see some skin?
Ayla paused, indicating the real answer was embarassing to admit.
Only.. a couple..
Thirteen..
That's a couple!
It's more than a dozen!
I recall you enjoying the view more than anyone. In fact, I recall seeing some major boobage from you more than a few times. No DJ needed.
Yea, but that was just for you.
Ayla stuck her tongue out at the phone, and she had a feeling that her friend was doing the same. Ayla flipped the pancake in the pan as the phone rang. She checked the caller ID, and noticed it was the local hospital. She yelled up the stairs.
Kyle! Littleton General is calling!
Hospital? Is something wrong?
I don't know, he hasn't had an appointment in a while, just his medical check ups at the arena. At least not that I know of.
Maybe Leon had some concerns and sent over some results. Don't worry your pretty little blond head about it, sexy. I'm sure it's nothing.
Well, he's not answering.
She took the completed pancake and slid it onto the plate with the rest. She had more to make, but right now there was something else on her mind. She picked her phone up, and headed upstairs. She searched the rooms, and he was nowhere to be found.
Hmm. He's not here. I coulda swore..
What?
I heard him come in while I was in the shower. I didn't hear him say he was leaving again.
I'm sure he's fine dear. I can hang up if you want to text him.
No, you're right. If something was wrong, he'd be the first to tell me.
Any indication where he went?
Nothing in here, maybe he did say something while I was in the shower. I.. kinda can't hear anything when I'm in there some times.
...Oooo la la.
Ha ha, yea, it kind of sounds like a screeching banshee, but if you want to see it.
I'd rather be doing it, if you know what I mean.
...Oooo la la...
She had more to say, but she was cut off by the buzzing of the fax machine across the room.
First move after Steve's mouth got his ass in trouble is to have a secondary Road to the Gold for all the womens wrestlers.
Well played, nCw.
I'm all for it. Jenny has no clear contender, aside from maybe Emma, so mixing up the pot and letting us all get our grubby little hands dirty reaching for that brass ring can only make things more interesting. Everyone suddenly is aware of the opportunity, and that is a better motivator, no matter who you are. Tell a person they have to work for what they want, earn the match they want, and they'll pretty much scoff at you. But tell them they pretty much have the chance to grab it, and even though it's pretty much the same thing, they'll accept it. Because it's the illusion that there's less work involved. Basic human nature, do as little as possible for as much reward as you can get your hand on.
Bill Gates, I believe, once said that I'm going to give the laziest person the hardest job, because they will find the easiest way to get it done.
Me? I'm just here to do what I've come to love. I've admitted a hundred times that I was a naive little girl, watching wrestling on TV in Canada and deciding that I could do that. That was beaten out of me pretty quickly, by this very concept in fact. It was the first match in the original women's title tournament where by other bff Emma Danielson laid me out three ways from sunday before we were both defeated by the eventual winner. So, for me, this is not my first rodeo.
So, let me give you some advice, my dear Cynthia.
Eyes wide open. Always. You may think everything is what it seems. You may think that since you and your husband are intelligent people, you have a pretty good grasp of things. But you don't. You really don't. Blood, death and violence may be nothing knew to you, but this isn't just about pain and injury. People are going to attack your sensibilities. They're going to attack everything you stand for, question everything you think, and cut you down for every single little flaw that you don't even know you had. I could do plenty of the same, tell you that you're in over your head and I'm going to beat you four ways from Sunday. I could tell you that my experience in the ring will lead me to soundly defeat you in the ring, and end any hopes you may have. I should do all of these things, if for any reason, to prepare you for what you're inevitably going to run into.
So, consider that a free lesson I guess.
But all that said, this is just the first step. For me or for you. One of us will move on to the round of 8 at least, and hopefully forward. I'm looking forward to the challenge, honestly. If I'm going to make it all the way to Jenny Williams, I'd rather it be the toughest road possible.
I still have so much growing to do.
As do you.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
Ayla picked up the fax.
Ay? What's wrong?
She just stared at the paper. And the color drained from her face.
Ayla? Speak to me babe.
Ayla shook it off, then crumpled the paper up, and placed it in the trash.
Talk to me..
It's.. nothing, red. I'm fine.
Aly let it pass, but her exhale betrayed the fact she didn't believe her at all.