Post by drknss on Jan 17, 2008 19:06:12 GMT -5
Dear Diary,
I am so
ing loser. Sorry, I had to get a jab at that polish moron running around these days. But it sadly is the truth. My record sits at the incredibly low 0-2-1. What am I Jake Slash? First I get beat by that idiot ninja chick, then Vanessa ruins my match, and we follow this up with the chaser of ninja chick tapping out to Kat Hamilton. I have got to get my act together. I did not come here to spend my entire career on my back like that whore Candi Starlight. ARRGH!!!
Maybe I can change everything around this week. Maybe I can give my career that quick snort of cocaine it needs. Because I have seen him. He came into my locker room, a private sanctimonious place, which was given to me by Yukio Blaze after I snapped the neck of one of the roadies Chihuahuas… Sorry. He stood in front of me, so bashful, so innocent, so pure. At first, my blood boiled at the thought that I have only had the dressing room for a week, and already someone is defiling it. But I moved past that, and fast. I could see the pain, the hurt, the anguish in his eyes, as he confessed that he did not want to hurt me. How sweet. He obviously doesn’t know me, or else he would probably want to see me hurt. But he promised that he would go easy on me. I told him not to. I am a big girl, and I can handle it.
I think he will work nicely… he is just the kind of man I am looking for to relieve my… tension. Do you know what they call the orgasm in france? It is “Le petit mort.” The little death, maybe I can make him die a lot. But this one… I don’t think he is disposable. Not at all. I think that I can use him, to get at my true target. No, not the ninja chick. She’s too stupid for me to even give one rat’s ass about.
I am talking about you, Kat. I saw the look in your eyes, as I locked up with you. I saw the fear, the worry. I wonder if you had honestly thought I forgot. DO you think I am the type who forgets? Or forgives? Did you honestly think I could ever cast aside your wrong doings, like you had cast me aside. No, I am not that easy. You should know that.
But first, I have to worry about this match. And I find myself shocked that I actually have to worry about a match. But, it is of no importance in the scheme of things, whether I win, or lose. All I care about know, after seeing that little tramp in her cute little slutty outfit, is revenge.
I am so
ing loser. Sorry, I had to get a jab at that polish moron running around these days. But it sadly is the truth. My record sits at the incredibly low 0-2-1. What am I Jake Slash? First I get beat by that idiot ninja chick, then Vanessa ruins my match, and we follow this up with the chaser of ninja chick tapping out to Kat Hamilton. I have got to get my act together. I did not come here to spend my entire career on my back like that whore Candi Starlight. ARRGH!!!Maybe I can change everything around this week. Maybe I can give my career that quick snort of cocaine it needs. Because I have seen him. He came into my locker room, a private sanctimonious place, which was given to me by Yukio Blaze after I snapped the neck of one of the roadies Chihuahuas… Sorry. He stood in front of me, so bashful, so innocent, so pure. At first, my blood boiled at the thought that I have only had the dressing room for a week, and already someone is defiling it. But I moved past that, and fast. I could see the pain, the hurt, the anguish in his eyes, as he confessed that he did not want to hurt me. How sweet. He obviously doesn’t know me, or else he would probably want to see me hurt. But he promised that he would go easy on me. I told him not to. I am a big girl, and I can handle it.
I think he will work nicely… he is just the kind of man I am looking for to relieve my… tension. Do you know what they call the orgasm in france? It is “Le petit mort.” The little death, maybe I can make him die a lot. But this one… I don’t think he is disposable. Not at all. I think that I can use him, to get at my true target. No, not the ninja chick. She’s too stupid for me to even give one rat’s ass about.
I am talking about you, Kat. I saw the look in your eyes, as I locked up with you. I saw the fear, the worry. I wonder if you had honestly thought I forgot. DO you think I am the type who forgets? Or forgives? Did you honestly think I could ever cast aside your wrong doings, like you had cast me aside. No, I am not that easy. You should know that.
But first, I have to worry about this match. And I find myself shocked that I actually have to worry about a match. But, it is of no importance in the scheme of things, whether I win, or lose. All I care about know, after seeing that little tramp in her cute little slutty outfit, is revenge.
