Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2012 23:08:26 GMT -5
Do to the recent changes with who my opponent is...this does not count towards the match
~*~
I'd already started snapping my elastic before I'd finished watching Kurt's promo. Who in the flying fuck did he think he was? I'm not dating Jackson. god...dating that sounded so junior high.
Part of me wants to go across the hall and rant at Jacky boy but I needed a break from him for a while. He'd rubbed me the wrong way the other day when he'd made fun of my flight or fight mechanism....which had ended in Flight evidently.
I wasn't a slut and to be honest, Kurt wasn't as big as he was trying to say he was. All my goodies were snug and where they are supposed to be thank you very much....no I knew I was going to have to take action all on my own but I wondered if I should resort to my old style by doing a blog or if I should actually contact one of those hack job interviewers. I could see how pissed off Jay Wyatt had made my brother the other day but it had been beyond funny when he'd run to the bathroom like a pansy over a little blood. It is the only way to enjoy a steak.
I knew Justin meant well with his comments about me but I also knew that Justin was always jealous of me. Me and Jerry actually. He claimed that Dad always gave us more attention. Classic middle child there but I had other things to do then get caught up in Justin's petty problems. I had way too many of my own to deal with right now.
My Bed had come yesterday and it looked awesome instead of that awful futon, which was now my couch since we'd left before I could pick out the other items I needed. Oh well, not like I had a butt load of people over anyway.
I was feeling pretty good about getting myself into the Roll of the Die tourney but I was a little bummed that I had to face some guy named Xavier Daniels. His history didn't really impress me much (oh yeah, did anyone else start signing Shania Twain there....)
So he's had a couple belts before. Whoop de do da day. When you come here all that past stuff doesn't count...it's all about what you do from here on out. So come July 30th, I was going to whoop me some Xavier Daniels butt.
I debated a long time...well more like procrastinated all day before I finally decided to do a video blog. Let my next promo be an interview. I made sure that everything was perfect though...hair, makeup, even the tank top I was wearing was remarkable, but I was remarkable after all so it wasn't really that hard to keep up with appearances.
I set everything up and made it so that my lap top was going to be filming me with the backdrop of the setting LV sun. Nice.
"When I used to do these things, I'd start off with something cheery like 'Hi fans' but I'm not that bubble gum lie. I don't have Jeremy pulling my strings anymore. Now I'll start off by saying, Hey fuck heads that watch me because I have a great ass and I show more skin that a lot of other girls around here...not to mention that I am one of the greatest examples of pure un-altered talent at MPW. I know that you are all jealous of how absolutely perfect I am and I'm fine with that...go right ahead and drool to your little heart's content."
I smile.
"I am going to take a few minutes to talk about my opponent for the Roll of the Die Tournament that I'm in, in two weeks time but first, I have a little business to deal with first. Kurt Fucking Newman. That's right Kurt, I'm talking to you, you cheesy playboy. How dare you....I mean really, are you that sore that I didn't come hop right back on your pole? or maybe you just said those stupid comments to get this reaction out of me."
I'm automatically snapping the elastic now.
"Whatever the reason there are a few things that you need to know. Before you start shooting verbal diarrhea you should get your facts straight. Jackson Blaze and I are not Dating! Never have, never probably will. I have never slept with him either. All we've shared was a couple of kisses...." I look down and say quietly, hoping that the camera doesn't catch it, but I'm sure it will. "some really nice kisses...."
I look up and shake it off. "You know for a damn fact that if anyone can't get someone off their mind its that you can't get me out of yours....hence why you followed me out to Las Vegas in the first place. I don't know how long you've had your memory back but I'm sure as soon as you remembered who the hell I was you were already longing for the wild monkey sex we used to enjoy. I'm not denying that I had a good time. But I think that part of both of our live is over, otherwise you wouldn't be hiding out in some gym back home with a dog...you'd actually be getting off your ass and trying to talk to me instead of blabbing at some faceless cameraman. I'm waiting for your lame attempt to pick me up....call it a dare."
"Now that that's taken care of." I offer a smile, feeling better that I've had my chance to rant. "We talk about my plans. I am not at all surprised by my win last week. With such a talented partner as my girl Siren, there was never any doubt that we would take out those too bumbling fools, I only wish that we didn't have our victory spoiled by Rage and whatshisname....Clash is it...right....washed up champion from a washed up fed. Not surprised that he's working with an old foggy like Rage....by the way I heard the drug store had a sale on arthritis meds so you might want to take advantage of that.... can't say I blame Electra for dumping your ass though...."
I shake away my thoughts.
"Sorry off topic there...but yes, we made sure that we dominated over Drake & Kried. They may have come into that match thinking we were just some dumb blonde bimbos with no skill but we proved them wrong. That being said, it looks like my in ring skill has impressed the higher ups because now I get my chance to go for a contract that would allow me to have a title shot at any time of my choosing. For the Heavyweight belt no less. Imagine, someone like me, holding the heavyweight belt up in the air while all those hopeless wannabe's grovel at my greatness....ahhhhh, soon enough...soon enough. So to start off my fabulous journey to greatness I will have to face a guy by the name of Xavier Daniels. Turns out he's part Canuck like me. I guess I have to give him something for that...but not much, I mean he is half Aussie like that crazy fucker Drake. Not really much better than being English like that loser with shit for brains Toby Foster. Good for you buddy, your only a step up from complete idiot"
I give a thumbs up and a smile
"So from what I saw you've held two belts in your career...and yes that gives you an advantage over me in a way because I've never held a belt myself. Doesn't matter though, just because you've held a belt doesn't mean you can do it again. I'm far different then anything you've ever come across. I will be the toughest damn opponent you'll ever face and frankly, I'll not be surprised if you go running off home after I whip your ass in two weeks. Other than that....I don't know a damn thing about you, so I'll have to keep a very close eye on you in the coming weeks to make sure that I do not underestimate you in any way. I'm walking out of that ring advancing to the next stage of the tournament and I'm going to keep going until that contract is in these little perfect hands. And then, at some point I may have to face Jackson Blaze for his title...because lets face it folks do you really think someone like Trey Baxter is going to defeat someone as great as Jackson....I don't think so. I know I know I'm pumping him up because he's sort of a friend...I guess...if that's what you call being annoyed almost every time I'm with him...but whatever, based on pure talent my money's on Blaze all the way."
I roll my eyes.
"And lastly, dear big brother. Ye of so little faith. I don't care how much you don't believe in my abilities, I still believe in yours and I know that at that same show you are going to kill all those lousy brainless no skill hacks they've put you up against. Justin you and I are from the same cloth...greatness and we will be a dominate wrecking ball here at MPW and no one will ever again make fun of the Fischer name...we'll be heroes." (where's David Bowie when you need him)
I hope that I've proven that I have more clout then him. At least I didn't say he was a shitty person or anything...like he basically called me. I wasn't lying. I thought he was way better than all 5 of those guys he's been matched up with.
"So with that, I leave you with a perfect image of my flawless face for you to enjoy as I close out this short blog but don't be disappointed my pets because I will be back to serenade you with more of perfection another day but for now I must go. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodbye till it be morrow. Tootles." I wave and shut off the camera.
I take a few minutes to upload it to the MPW site for others to enjoy. I just hoped that this Daniels guy actually offered a decent rebuttal. Smack talk was no fun when your opponent pussied out. I took another look at his profile and face palmed. Did he really put on there that his nickname was 3 seconds? Really did you want to admit that in public? Honey you need to get something like that taken care of asap...I mean it takes me longer than 3 seconds to take my shirt off...so what if we ever got together your saying that before I got my shirt off you'd already be messing up my sheets? Damn that's awful. And I heard a rumour he was like married with a kid...well isn't that a damn miracle. Good for you on that one...but I'd ask for a DNA test.
Looking out my terrace I see that the pool is lit at night so that people can enjoy a night swim. Again the pool is empty and I'm seriously considering going down there, but first, a shower. This apartment even though air conditioned was still sweltering. Serves me right for being used to a Canadian climate.
I'm in the middle of washing my hair when I hear my phone go off. The noise is either facebook or Twitter. Wonderful...I wonder if that girly boy Caine is twittering me again. Seemed like an alright guy I guess but way not my type. I didn't want some hometown mama's boy. No offence. When I get out of the shower and I'm wrapping a towel around my head I look down at my phone, apparently as I was getting into the shower I'd missed a phone call because my ring tone had been turned to silent. I didn't know the number. I checked twitter and I'm a little confused.
Laura Tavares @queenclashtwi answer your phone we need to talk business. No funny business
What the hell does that cow want? I mean really? I know she'd kind of gotten up in arms when I'd twitted her hubby a few weeks back but I mean if I hadn't of said something about the chick flick, someone else would have. And Siren and I were a little snotty when she came by last week to offer her 'luck' and to say she was like watching us like some kind of crazy stalker. I responded
Bliss @thegoddessbliss geez. Can't a girl go potty in peace. I'll call u back. Don't get ur panties in a twist
I hit redial and she answers.
"It's Bliss, what was so freaking important?"
I listen to her talk.
"Okay, I'm willing to get together but I have to set out a few ground rules first. I am not some lap dog that you can just expect to follow your orders. I am not going to pussy foot around you, your hubby or that worthless geriatric Rage and lastly I will not hesitate to punch you in that pretty face of yours if you get in mine, capisce?" She agrees with a sigh and I'm sure she's rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I'll meet you for coffee tomorrow...." she cuts me off.
"Okay fine, that Italian place. Geez, your a demanding little butterfly aren't you.... right then tomorrow...bye."
I hang up. Well I can't help but wonder what it is she wants to talk about but if she pissed me off well...you know...
I get into my swim suit, grab a towel and head toward the pool. This will be nice and hopefully I will not be interrupted again....hopefully.
~*~
I'd already started snapping my elastic before I'd finished watching Kurt's promo. Who in the flying fuck did he think he was? I'm not dating Jackson. god...dating that sounded so junior high.
Part of me wants to go across the hall and rant at Jacky boy but I needed a break from him for a while. He'd rubbed me the wrong way the other day when he'd made fun of my flight or fight mechanism....which had ended in Flight evidently.
I wasn't a slut and to be honest, Kurt wasn't as big as he was trying to say he was. All my goodies were snug and where they are supposed to be thank you very much....no I knew I was going to have to take action all on my own but I wondered if I should resort to my old style by doing a blog or if I should actually contact one of those hack job interviewers. I could see how pissed off Jay Wyatt had made my brother the other day but it had been beyond funny when he'd run to the bathroom like a pansy over a little blood. It is the only way to enjoy a steak.
I knew Justin meant well with his comments about me but I also knew that Justin was always jealous of me. Me and Jerry actually. He claimed that Dad always gave us more attention. Classic middle child there but I had other things to do then get caught up in Justin's petty problems. I had way too many of my own to deal with right now.
My Bed had come yesterday and it looked awesome instead of that awful futon, which was now my couch since we'd left before I could pick out the other items I needed. Oh well, not like I had a butt load of people over anyway.
I was feeling pretty good about getting myself into the Roll of the Die tourney but I was a little bummed that I had to face some guy named Xavier Daniels. His history didn't really impress me much (oh yeah, did anyone else start signing Shania Twain there....)
So he's had a couple belts before. Whoop de do da day. When you come here all that past stuff doesn't count...it's all about what you do from here on out. So come July 30th, I was going to whoop me some Xavier Daniels butt.
I debated a long time...well more like procrastinated all day before I finally decided to do a video blog. Let my next promo be an interview. I made sure that everything was perfect though...hair, makeup, even the tank top I was wearing was remarkable, but I was remarkable after all so it wasn't really that hard to keep up with appearances.
I set everything up and made it so that my lap top was going to be filming me with the backdrop of the setting LV sun. Nice.
"When I used to do these things, I'd start off with something cheery like 'Hi fans' but I'm not that bubble gum lie. I don't have Jeremy pulling my strings anymore. Now I'll start off by saying, Hey fuck heads that watch me because I have a great ass and I show more skin that a lot of other girls around here...not to mention that I am one of the greatest examples of pure un-altered talent at MPW. I know that you are all jealous of how absolutely perfect I am and I'm fine with that...go right ahead and drool to your little heart's content."
I smile.
"I am going to take a few minutes to talk about my opponent for the Roll of the Die Tournament that I'm in, in two weeks time but first, I have a little business to deal with first. Kurt Fucking Newman. That's right Kurt, I'm talking to you, you cheesy playboy. How dare you....I mean really, are you that sore that I didn't come hop right back on your pole? or maybe you just said those stupid comments to get this reaction out of me."
I'm automatically snapping the elastic now.
"Whatever the reason there are a few things that you need to know. Before you start shooting verbal diarrhea you should get your facts straight. Jackson Blaze and I are not Dating! Never have, never probably will. I have never slept with him either. All we've shared was a couple of kisses...." I look down and say quietly, hoping that the camera doesn't catch it, but I'm sure it will. "some really nice kisses...."
I look up and shake it off. "You know for a damn fact that if anyone can't get someone off their mind its that you can't get me out of yours....hence why you followed me out to Las Vegas in the first place. I don't know how long you've had your memory back but I'm sure as soon as you remembered who the hell I was you were already longing for the wild monkey sex we used to enjoy. I'm not denying that I had a good time. But I think that part of both of our live is over, otherwise you wouldn't be hiding out in some gym back home with a dog...you'd actually be getting off your ass and trying to talk to me instead of blabbing at some faceless cameraman. I'm waiting for your lame attempt to pick me up....call it a dare."
"Now that that's taken care of." I offer a smile, feeling better that I've had my chance to rant. "We talk about my plans. I am not at all surprised by my win last week. With such a talented partner as my girl Siren, there was never any doubt that we would take out those too bumbling fools, I only wish that we didn't have our victory spoiled by Rage and whatshisname....Clash is it...right....washed up champion from a washed up fed. Not surprised that he's working with an old foggy like Rage....by the way I heard the drug store had a sale on arthritis meds so you might want to take advantage of that.... can't say I blame Electra for dumping your ass though...."
I shake away my thoughts.
"Sorry off topic there...but yes, we made sure that we dominated over Drake & Kried. They may have come into that match thinking we were just some dumb blonde bimbos with no skill but we proved them wrong. That being said, it looks like my in ring skill has impressed the higher ups because now I get my chance to go for a contract that would allow me to have a title shot at any time of my choosing. For the Heavyweight belt no less. Imagine, someone like me, holding the heavyweight belt up in the air while all those hopeless wannabe's grovel at my greatness....ahhhhh, soon enough...soon enough. So to start off my fabulous journey to greatness I will have to face a guy by the name of Xavier Daniels. Turns out he's part Canuck like me. I guess I have to give him something for that...but not much, I mean he is half Aussie like that crazy fucker Drake. Not really much better than being English like that loser with shit for brains Toby Foster. Good for you buddy, your only a step up from complete idiot"
I give a thumbs up and a smile
"So from what I saw you've held two belts in your career...and yes that gives you an advantage over me in a way because I've never held a belt myself. Doesn't matter though, just because you've held a belt doesn't mean you can do it again. I'm far different then anything you've ever come across. I will be the toughest damn opponent you'll ever face and frankly, I'll not be surprised if you go running off home after I whip your ass in two weeks. Other than that....I don't know a damn thing about you, so I'll have to keep a very close eye on you in the coming weeks to make sure that I do not underestimate you in any way. I'm walking out of that ring advancing to the next stage of the tournament and I'm going to keep going until that contract is in these little perfect hands. And then, at some point I may have to face Jackson Blaze for his title...because lets face it folks do you really think someone like Trey Baxter is going to defeat someone as great as Jackson....I don't think so. I know I know I'm pumping him up because he's sort of a friend...I guess...if that's what you call being annoyed almost every time I'm with him...but whatever, based on pure talent my money's on Blaze all the way."
I roll my eyes.
"And lastly, dear big brother. Ye of so little faith. I don't care how much you don't believe in my abilities, I still believe in yours and I know that at that same show you are going to kill all those lousy brainless no skill hacks they've put you up against. Justin you and I are from the same cloth...greatness and we will be a dominate wrecking ball here at MPW and no one will ever again make fun of the Fischer name...we'll be heroes." (where's David Bowie when you need him)
I hope that I've proven that I have more clout then him. At least I didn't say he was a shitty person or anything...like he basically called me. I wasn't lying. I thought he was way better than all 5 of those guys he's been matched up with.
"So with that, I leave you with a perfect image of my flawless face for you to enjoy as I close out this short blog but don't be disappointed my pets because I will be back to serenade you with more of perfection another day but for now I must go. Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodbye till it be morrow. Tootles." I wave and shut off the camera.
I take a few minutes to upload it to the MPW site for others to enjoy. I just hoped that this Daniels guy actually offered a decent rebuttal. Smack talk was no fun when your opponent pussied out. I took another look at his profile and face palmed. Did he really put on there that his nickname was 3 seconds? Really did you want to admit that in public? Honey you need to get something like that taken care of asap...I mean it takes me longer than 3 seconds to take my shirt off...so what if we ever got together your saying that before I got my shirt off you'd already be messing up my sheets? Damn that's awful. And I heard a rumour he was like married with a kid...well isn't that a damn miracle. Good for you on that one...but I'd ask for a DNA test.
Looking out my terrace I see that the pool is lit at night so that people can enjoy a night swim. Again the pool is empty and I'm seriously considering going down there, but first, a shower. This apartment even though air conditioned was still sweltering. Serves me right for being used to a Canadian climate.
I'm in the middle of washing my hair when I hear my phone go off. The noise is either facebook or Twitter. Wonderful...I wonder if that girly boy Caine is twittering me again. Seemed like an alright guy I guess but way not my type. I didn't want some hometown mama's boy. No offence. When I get out of the shower and I'm wrapping a towel around my head I look down at my phone, apparently as I was getting into the shower I'd missed a phone call because my ring tone had been turned to silent. I didn't know the number. I checked twitter and I'm a little confused.
Laura Tavares @queenclashtwi answer your phone we need to talk business. No funny business
What the hell does that cow want? I mean really? I know she'd kind of gotten up in arms when I'd twitted her hubby a few weeks back but I mean if I hadn't of said something about the chick flick, someone else would have. And Siren and I were a little snotty when she came by last week to offer her 'luck' and to say she was like watching us like some kind of crazy stalker. I responded
Bliss @thegoddessbliss geez. Can't a girl go potty in peace. I'll call u back. Don't get ur panties in a twist
I hit redial and she answers.
"It's Bliss, what was so freaking important?"
I listen to her talk.
"Okay, I'm willing to get together but I have to set out a few ground rules first. I am not some lap dog that you can just expect to follow your orders. I am not going to pussy foot around you, your hubby or that worthless geriatric Rage and lastly I will not hesitate to punch you in that pretty face of yours if you get in mine, capisce?" She agrees with a sigh and I'm sure she's rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I'll meet you for coffee tomorrow...." she cuts me off.
"Okay fine, that Italian place. Geez, your a demanding little butterfly aren't you.... right then tomorrow...bye."
I hang up. Well I can't help but wonder what it is she wants to talk about but if she pissed me off well...you know...
I get into my swim suit, grab a towel and head toward the pool. This will be nice and hopefully I will not be interrupted again....hopefully.