Post by Deleted on May 8, 2012 22:16:26 GMT -5
April 22, 2012
Meg’s Diary Log:
It’s been so long since I have cracked open my laptop and started writing I guess I should just start how I always did, but it may not be in complete order. Here we go…Stepping into the arena again was something I promised myself I would never do. WFWF does things to me that I cannot explain. It brings back good memories and bad memories all at once…. Low times in my life, ‘high’ times in my career/life. Michael Kyzer…. Just typing his name makes me take a deep breath. Diaphragmatic breathing is what my therapist recommends. I can hear him now “Smell the roses and blow out the birthday candles”. Seeing Michael in the arena the other night reminded me that I have some unfinished business to take care of.
When Phillip approached me about advice on how to take down Kyzer, I literally laughed in his face. Did he not see what Michael did to me last time I was in the WFWF, he locked me in jail…framed me... and humiliated me. But worst of all he unknowingly broke my heart, surely it was unknowingly no one could be so cold… right? No one would knowingly break someone else’s heart… Phil-Bo, I found myself wanting to call him Obo. But it seemed the Hobo was not a gimmick anymore. He was now Phillip Schneider.
In all our time together in the WFWF, I guess I never knew his real name before, isn’t that terrible!?! I worked with this man for so many years and honestly overlooked him. I was too concerned with all of the sh*t going on in my life that I didn’t open my eyes and see the man I should have been going after all along. I’ve wasted so much time in my life with useless relationships, not just romantic relationships but friendships too. Even relationships with my family seem useless looking back. I was too shallow to overlook the Hobo gimmick and too concerned about money.
Yet somehow throughout the shallowness I still managed to have fans, even fangirls. Recently I met my biggest (although she isn’t exactly big, she is actually one of the tiniest grown women I have ever met) fangirl yet, Alexis Chavente. She was plainly stalking me out in the open… Alexis is a lot different than I was at her age, she knows what she wants, and she will stalk a person to get to it. I wasn’t that crazy until I was at least twenty-five. She started this when she first came to America when she was twenty-one. A risky move that clearly worked to her advantage, she now lives ‘alone’ in my deceased grandma’s house in Michigan. She refuses to go stay at Schneider’s with me until I give her the real story about him and I. She doesn’t believe that we could be so serious so fast. Which had me thinking maybe she wasn’t my biggest fangirl after all? Any fan of mine knows that when I move its fast, some would call it impulsive. I prefer to say that I am ‘spontaneous’. Which is a total line of shit, because I am the most impulsive person I know, that must be why I agreed to train Alexis even though I didn’t have a very successful wrestling career myself. Somehow when this beautiful young girl approached me she convinced me into training her in the mornings before she went to work at the local hospital at night. [/i]
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April 22, 2012
{A phone vibrates in a pale green locker, the same ugly color lockers always are. On the other end of the phone call many miles away is a brunette with a pissed off look on her face. She isn’t long and lean or short and stocky. She is just kind of average. She taps her foot while she waits for a voicemail to pick up. Voicemail finally picks up after several rings. A woman’s voice overwhelms the brunette and startles her.}
Hey this is Alexis sorry I cannot get to my phone right now, If you’ll just please leave your name and number, I’ll get back to you as fast as I can, Thanks!
Alexis, this is Meg. You know that overwhelmingly nice woman you asked to train you how to wrestle. Well kid your training hasn’t even really started yet. I need you to call me back because we have got a lot of work to do. And a lot of paperwork to switch over, because I just got you a contract with the WFWF, yes you heard me right! I need you to call me back as soon as possible; I also need you to get on the next flight here. Call me back we’ve got a lot to talk about, including that story you’ve been dying to hear.[/i]
{Hours later a small woman in light blue scrubs approaches the same pale green locker. Her hair is pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face, while working with patients. Her skin has a natural darkness to it without obviously trying to be tan. Her features are delicate like a china doll. Lips as red as an apple, with eyes as big as the moon, and her hair shimmers under the locker room lights. She turns her attention to the lock, she turns the dial. Twisting the nob right, left, then right again aligning it with the proper numbers each time. She lets out a long sigh, the kind of sigh you give after a long depressing day at work. Alexis lifts up on the locker handle and pulls it open. She glances down to the bottom of the locker where she keeps her street clothes. She reaches into the locker to grab her pair of khaki shorts and light pink tank top. She kicks off her tennis shoes. Tossing the sneakers into the locker with disgust, she shakes her head. She slips out of her scrub pants and top and slides into the tank top and shorts. She reaches back into the locker to grab a pair of pink flats; she drops them onto the ground at her feet. She slowly slides her petite feet into the flats. Alexis is about the close the locker when she realizes she left her cell phone on the top shelf. She stands on the bottom of the locker to give herself a boost as she reaches onto the top shelf, which is a little bit too high up for her if she doesn’t give herself the boost. Her flat phone slides into her back pocket so smoothly. Alexis bends down picking up her scrubs from the floor. She stands up tall and slams her locker shut. Tossing her scrubs into the laundry basket Alexis says aloud to herself…}
Nothing but net… Why can’t work be as easy as basketball?[/i]
{Before leaving the locker room Alexis decides to sit on a wooden bench and check her messages on her phone. She slides her phone out gently against her bottom. She looks down at the black windows phone and touches the screen. It lights up, a surprised look creeps across her face. She immediately notices that she has fifteen missed calls. She almost immediately rolls her eyes; Meg always did refer to her phone as her electronic leash.}
Something must be important…
{Alexis says sarcastically as she begins to listen to her voicemail. The expression on her face changes as she actually begins listening to the message. Alexis smiles, revealing her pearly whites.}
I can’t believe it is actually happening, I never though this day would actually happen, I guess I always trusted Meg but I didn’t ever imagine she would actually pull through and get me a contract.
{Alexis presses the number four on her speed dial and calls Meg instantly. Ring…. Ring… Ring….. }
Seriously Meg this is supposed to be one of the biggest conversations of my life, please pick up the phone…
{Alexis is desperately pleading into phone. She looks as if she is about to pee her pants, anxiously awaiting Meg to pick up the phone.}
Ladies Midlife Crisis Hotline, Menopause got you down?[/i]
{Alexis can barely refrain from laughter. It is all she can do to ask a simple question.}
You must be Samantha, Can you tell Meg that Alexis called?[/i]
Interesting…[/i]
{Click….. Alexis looks puzzled down at the phone.}
Meg’s right she is a little bit feisty. [/i]
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April 24, 2012
Alexis darling there you are! So much to do in such little time. First things first we need to work on that image of yours it just isn’t going to go well in the wrestling business.
{Alexis looks at Meg disgustedly.}
What is wrong with you?[/i]
{Meg cannot keep her composure any longer. She bursts out into laughter and Alexis joins in awkwardly, feeling obligated to laugh.}
I am just being your agent, trainer, and stylist all in one. Isn’t that what you want me to do?
Thank goodness you are only joking, you had me worried that you had snapped into some kind of delusional fantasy where you are actually a happy person.
{Meg looks down at the ground her long eyelashes blink repeatedly. Her cheeks begin to flush into a rosy pink color.}
Alexis, it is not some delusional fantasy I am happy, and no my therapist did not up my meds. It’s Schneider, ever since he has come into my life good things have been happening. Things that I couldn’t accomplish by myself, things that you need to become successful.
{Alexis looks down. Love isn’t the best subject for her. Meg knows this but yet she gloats anyway. Going on and on about Schneider. Alexis hasn’t even officially been introduced to him yet and she already cannot stand him. She quickly changes the subject back to her first match at Loaded.}
Meg I am very happy and grateful. But I need more information about my match.[/i]
Right… I’m sorry Alexis I should have been focusing more on the important stuff. Your match is against Pain. To be completely honest I know nothing about him. Besides that he wasn’t very nice to a female interviewer during a promo he cut at a gym. I am not sure if he has it out for women or what so just watch out.[/i]
I can’t say that I am actually concerned now that I know who my opponent is. I’ve got about two weeks to train with you and Schneider. I know I will be prepared. It doesn’t bother me that he was mean to some interviewer. I mean seriously I saw what he did to her and I could totally do the same thing if I wanted to. [/i]
{Meg looks at Alexis and smiles. She looks like a proud momma staring at her only daughter who just won prom queen.}
I am so relieved that you feel so confident about Schneider and I and about your match.
Yeah…[/i]
{Alexis looks down at the ground. She sighs and turns her back away from Meg hoping she won’t see the fear taking over Alexis’ body.}[/center]
OOC: Ok so seriously this is the first time I've wrote an RP in years so keep that in mind
Meg’s Diary Log:
It’s been so long since I have cracked open my laptop and started writing I guess I should just start how I always did, but it may not be in complete order. Here we go…Stepping into the arena again was something I promised myself I would never do. WFWF does things to me that I cannot explain. It brings back good memories and bad memories all at once…. Low times in my life, ‘high’ times in my career/life. Michael Kyzer…. Just typing his name makes me take a deep breath. Diaphragmatic breathing is what my therapist recommends. I can hear him now “Smell the roses and blow out the birthday candles”. Seeing Michael in the arena the other night reminded me that I have some unfinished business to take care of.
When Phillip approached me about advice on how to take down Kyzer, I literally laughed in his face. Did he not see what Michael did to me last time I was in the WFWF, he locked me in jail…framed me... and humiliated me. But worst of all he unknowingly broke my heart, surely it was unknowingly no one could be so cold… right? No one would knowingly break someone else’s heart… Phil-Bo, I found myself wanting to call him Obo. But it seemed the Hobo was not a gimmick anymore. He was now Phillip Schneider.
In all our time together in the WFWF, I guess I never knew his real name before, isn’t that terrible!?! I worked with this man for so many years and honestly overlooked him. I was too concerned with all of the sh*t going on in my life that I didn’t open my eyes and see the man I should have been going after all along. I’ve wasted so much time in my life with useless relationships, not just romantic relationships but friendships too. Even relationships with my family seem useless looking back. I was too shallow to overlook the Hobo gimmick and too concerned about money.
Yet somehow throughout the shallowness I still managed to have fans, even fangirls. Recently I met my biggest (although she isn’t exactly big, she is actually one of the tiniest grown women I have ever met) fangirl yet, Alexis Chavente. She was plainly stalking me out in the open… Alexis is a lot different than I was at her age, she knows what she wants, and she will stalk a person to get to it. I wasn’t that crazy until I was at least twenty-five. She started this when she first came to America when she was twenty-one. A risky move that clearly worked to her advantage, she now lives ‘alone’ in my deceased grandma’s house in Michigan. She refuses to go stay at Schneider’s with me until I give her the real story about him and I. She doesn’t believe that we could be so serious so fast. Which had me thinking maybe she wasn’t my biggest fangirl after all? Any fan of mine knows that when I move its fast, some would call it impulsive. I prefer to say that I am ‘spontaneous’. Which is a total line of shit, because I am the most impulsive person I know, that must be why I agreed to train Alexis even though I didn’t have a very successful wrestling career myself. Somehow when this beautiful young girl approached me she convinced me into training her in the mornings before she went to work at the local hospital at night. [/i]
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April 22, 2012
{A phone vibrates in a pale green locker, the same ugly color lockers always are. On the other end of the phone call many miles away is a brunette with a pissed off look on her face. She isn’t long and lean or short and stocky. She is just kind of average. She taps her foot while she waits for a voicemail to pick up. Voicemail finally picks up after several rings. A woman’s voice overwhelms the brunette and startles her.}
Hey this is Alexis sorry I cannot get to my phone right now, If you’ll just please leave your name and number, I’ll get back to you as fast as I can, Thanks!
Alexis, this is Meg. You know that overwhelmingly nice woman you asked to train you how to wrestle. Well kid your training hasn’t even really started yet. I need you to call me back because we have got a lot of work to do. And a lot of paperwork to switch over, because I just got you a contract with the WFWF, yes you heard me right! I need you to call me back as soon as possible; I also need you to get on the next flight here. Call me back we’ve got a lot to talk about, including that story you’ve been dying to hear.
{Hours later a small woman in light blue scrubs approaches the same pale green locker. Her hair is pulled back into a bun to keep it out of her face, while working with patients. Her skin has a natural darkness to it without obviously trying to be tan. Her features are delicate like a china doll. Lips as red as an apple, with eyes as big as the moon, and her hair shimmers under the locker room lights. She turns her attention to the lock, she turns the dial. Twisting the nob right, left, then right again aligning it with the proper numbers each time. She lets out a long sigh, the kind of sigh you give after a long depressing day at work. Alexis lifts up on the locker handle and pulls it open. She glances down to the bottom of the locker where she keeps her street clothes. She reaches into the locker to grab her pair of khaki shorts and light pink tank top. She kicks off her tennis shoes. Tossing the sneakers into the locker with disgust, she shakes her head. She slips out of her scrub pants and top and slides into the tank top and shorts. She reaches back into the locker to grab a pair of pink flats; she drops them onto the ground at her feet. She slowly slides her petite feet into the flats. Alexis is about the close the locker when she realizes she left her cell phone on the top shelf. She stands on the bottom of the locker to give herself a boost as she reaches onto the top shelf, which is a little bit too high up for her if she doesn’t give herself the boost. Her flat phone slides into her back pocket so smoothly. Alexis bends down picking up her scrubs from the floor. She stands up tall and slams her locker shut. Tossing her scrubs into the laundry basket Alexis says aloud to herself…}
Nothing but net… Why can’t work be as easy as basketball?[/i]
{Before leaving the locker room Alexis decides to sit on a wooden bench and check her messages on her phone. She slides her phone out gently against her bottom. She looks down at the black windows phone and touches the screen. It lights up, a surprised look creeps across her face. She immediately notices that she has fifteen missed calls. She almost immediately rolls her eyes; Meg always did refer to her phone as her electronic leash.}
Something must be important…
{Alexis says sarcastically as she begins to listen to her voicemail. The expression on her face changes as she actually begins listening to the message. Alexis smiles, revealing her pearly whites.}
I can’t believe it is actually happening, I never though this day would actually happen, I guess I always trusted Meg but I didn’t ever imagine she would actually pull through and get me a contract.
{Alexis presses the number four on her speed dial and calls Meg instantly. Ring…. Ring… Ring….. }
Seriously Meg this is supposed to be one of the biggest conversations of my life, please pick up the phone…
{Alexis is desperately pleading into phone. She looks as if she is about to pee her pants, anxiously awaiting Meg to pick up the phone.}
Ladies Midlife Crisis Hotline, Menopause got you down?[/i]
{Alexis can barely refrain from laughter. It is all she can do to ask a simple question.}
You must be Samantha, Can you tell Meg that Alexis called?[/i]
Interesting…[/i]
{Click….. Alexis looks puzzled down at the phone.}
Meg’s right she is a little bit feisty. [/i]
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April 24, 2012
Alexis darling there you are! So much to do in such little time. First things first we need to work on that image of yours it just isn’t going to go well in the wrestling business.
{Alexis looks at Meg disgustedly.}
What is wrong with you?[/i]
{Meg cannot keep her composure any longer. She bursts out into laughter and Alexis joins in awkwardly, feeling obligated to laugh.}
I am just being your agent, trainer, and stylist all in one. Isn’t that what you want me to do?
Thank goodness you are only joking, you had me worried that you had snapped into some kind of delusional fantasy where you are actually a happy person.
{Meg looks down at the ground her long eyelashes blink repeatedly. Her cheeks begin to flush into a rosy pink color.}
Alexis, it is not some delusional fantasy I am happy, and no my therapist did not up my meds. It’s Schneider, ever since he has come into my life good things have been happening. Things that I couldn’t accomplish by myself, things that you need to become successful.
{Alexis looks down. Love isn’t the best subject for her. Meg knows this but yet she gloats anyway. Going on and on about Schneider. Alexis hasn’t even officially been introduced to him yet and she already cannot stand him. She quickly changes the subject back to her first match at Loaded.}
Meg I am very happy and grateful. But I need more information about my match.[/i]
Right… I’m sorry Alexis I should have been focusing more on the important stuff. Your match is against Pain. To be completely honest I know nothing about him. Besides that he wasn’t very nice to a female interviewer during a promo he cut at a gym. I am not sure if he has it out for women or what so just watch out.[/i]
I can’t say that I am actually concerned now that I know who my opponent is. I’ve got about two weeks to train with you and Schneider. I know I will be prepared. It doesn’t bother me that he was mean to some interviewer. I mean seriously I saw what he did to her and I could totally do the same thing if I wanted to. [/i]
{Meg looks at Alexis and smiles. She looks like a proud momma staring at her only daughter who just won prom queen.}
I am so relieved that you feel so confident about Schneider and I and about your match.
Yeah…[/i]
{Alexis looks down at the ground. She sighs and turns her back away from Meg hoping she won’t see the fear taking over Alexis’ body.}[/center]
OOC: Ok so seriously this is the first time I've wrote an RP in years so keep that in mind