Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2006 22:08:19 GMT -5
June 17, 2006
10:52 PM
Entry Six
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Bright lights shine in through millions of windows as people walk the night streets. You can look out across the city and see nothing but a glow. You can see people night skating down town. It’s almost as dark as can be, but that doesn’t bother anyone, in the friendly city. Meg stands on the balcony to her hotel suite. The city is beautiful. The Cambridge Hotel Suite is the most popular hotel in Toronto. The air smells fresh and clear- unlike the air back home in Indiana. The air is thin and goes right through Megan’s nostrils and into her lungs, filling them with air, as she sighs to herself. As she places her notebook down on the cement she stands on. It’s cold but never wet, it hasn’t rained for awhile in Toronto, which makes Meg’s bare feet happy.
I can’t believe I’m about to step in the ring with a former team mate of mine. This is something I never thought I’d get to do. Justin and I never really got along; it was always kind of a rocky road between the two of us. But Johnny and I got along just fine, I always kind of wondered if Justin was jealous of Johnny and my relationship. I mean it’s understandable I am a beautiful woman.
Meg stands smiling into the dark night. She glances behind her and her smile grows wider as we hear foot steps coming from behind her. A moonlight glare covers a mans face so, you can’t tell who he is, but Meg sure looks happy to see him.
Hey, come look at these stupid Canadians. They’re all so cocky and arrogant. Just like Justin. I remember back when I first joined WFWF I was so excited to be in a stable with someone as talented as Justin Tyme. But things changed, his talent was washed up, and I left ATM. I left ATM because I was and I am too good for Justin Tyme. He doesn’t deserve to be on a team with me, he doesn’t even deserve to be in the same ring wrestling me. He’s a piece of Canadian trash, that hasn’t done anything worth a crapin the past six months. Justin has always been jealous of me, he didn’t like that I stole his spotlight and he didn’t like that after I left, ATM went down the drain. I never knew Toronto could be so beautiful.
Meg stares out lustfully into the starry night. The moon is large and dazzling to her naked eye. Her imp green eyes pace back and forth, looking for a shooting star, but never finding one. The bed creeks loudly inside the hotel room, Meg’s head turns slightly toward the room. She catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
Justin’s always kind of hated me for some reason, I always knew he did. He made it so painfully obvious it was sad. He was envious of me. He always just seemed out of the frame after Johnny and I hooked up. It was kind of sad really, because Justin always had to have his ‘cabinet’ or excuse me, more like the people he paid to follow him around, with him. It was so ludicrous. I was so sick of them; he even tried to bring in another woman into ATM. I am curious as what he was thinking when he tried to bring her in, did he really think I would accept her. I hated that bitch. She didn’t deserve to be involved in something as great as the WFWF. I hated her so much, but you know what I can’t even remember her name, but honestly I could care less to remember. I’ve been waiting to fight Justin ever since I left Johnny and him flat on their asses almost a year ago.
I spent the time I should have been becoming Women’s Champion, helping Justin and Johnny train. I was so far stuck up their asses it wasn’t even funny. Justin lived alone, but Johnny and I lived together.
I really think Justin Tyme hated me so much, because I stole is glory, I stole his tag partner: and we became a couple-we became the most important thing about ATM. Justin is nothing but a money loving bastard who’s first-class plane has crashed into a giant tree. At Justin’s most crucial time in his career he decides he needs to slow down a bit, maybe go to a few hockey games, become tag team partners with Immune. I don’t know what he was thinking. Immune is nothing but a hoodwink idiot. He quits, and comes back, quits and comes back, then quits again. Immune can’t make up his mine, and it’s really sad when the two of you lose to two jobbers. It’s like you didn’t even show up. You better show up for our match because I’m about to show you the ropes, like you’ve never even been taught before. You don’t know the tricks of a woman. And you definitely don’t know the tricks of this woman. Justin you better open your eyes, and take a look around before you get in the ring with this Bitch.
Face it Justin, you and Johnny are just has-beens. The worlds not waiting for another cocky, overconfident, smug, conceited man to come out on top, they’re waiting for a Woman. They’re waiting for me. I belong on top and that’s where I’m going to be, on top of you by the end of the match.
Everything is the same, still no shooting star to make a wish on. But Meg seems to be on cloud nine anyways. Funny how there isn’t a cloud in the sky tonight, nothing to cover the beautiful full moon, just enough light to shine into the hotel room for a little moonlit romance. Meg peers down at her unwanted scar. A tiny ring on the center of her palm, she shakes her head, no. Her eyes fill up, as well as her head, with unwanted memories.
Johnny has caused me so much unwanted pain in my life. I don’t think I deserve anymore. I don’t even know if I could take anymore pain, emotional pain at least. But Justin you know the one thing that really pisses me off is the fact that you don’t really know me like you seem to think you do. I hated being called Miss Meg. My name is Megan god damn it. You always talked down to me, just because I was a woman. You acted like I couldn’t get in the ring and win the tag championships something that you and Johnny couldn’t manage doing on your own.
After, ATM was over I just wanted to get out of Canada, and start a new life. And that’s exactly what I did. I started a new life for myself. But even in a new town and a new home, I still wanted revenge on Johnny Arsenic but you had the nerve to drive him out of the federation. I never got to fight Johnny, and because of that I’m going to fight you twice as hard. Watch your back Justin; I’m one bitch I don’t think you could handle.
Meg turns around to head back into the hotel room, not turning back and looking out at the Toronto night sky. She walks in slowly, taking caution with every step. The Television is off and no sound is made besides breathing coming from the queen size hotel bed. Meg looks toward the man in her bed, as she leans up and whispers into his ear.
I want you.
She says as she looks seductively into his bloodshot eyes. The man looks right back into Meg’s eyes.
You truly are the lord of
, Kyzer. Take me.
The two toss underneath the covers, clothes flying onto the floor beginning to form a pile onto the carpet floor. A few giggles along with a couple moans as the scene fades to black as the sweet smell of sex fills the air.[/center]
10:52 PM
Entry Six
He is a God. Let that be known to all of you. And D is his Jesus, just for giving me that hotel key. I will never feel such an amazing feeling ever again in my life. That was way better than become the Women’s Champion or even becoming the Asshat Champion as I am now.
Forever he will be a God, and I wish to be forever his Sex Goddess. that other girl, if he really cared about her he wouldn’t have messed around with me. He makes my knees weak. He worked muscles I never knew I even had before; let’s just say he gave me an awesome work out. He gave me drugs I didn’t even know existed. He showed me the way, now I’m trying to get there.
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair. I was just his one night stand. He did to me- what I’ve done to so many men in the past few months. I wonder if I left them feeling so empty. Most the time I was drunk though, and so were they, which I don’t understand how they even got hard, since drinking would make it very difficult for them to get an erection, but oh well, I must just be that hot. I will not be bitter toward him, I will be mesmerized. I will be astonished; I am hooked to him like I am this needle in my vein.
He made me feel like his Queen. He made me feel like I am and was the Queen of Seduction. Let’s face it if D and him wanted to they could kick everyone’s asses in this entire federation, and all of you know it.
I am the Asshat Champion, or as I like to call it The Meggalicious Title. It may sound a little bit egotistical but hey I deserve it. I am one of the few women in the WFWF to ever hold a men’s title. Many men have fought for this title, but never a woman. But the first time a woman ever did, she won. I won. I am better than half the men in this federation, and all the women. I’m on my way to the top and no one will stop me. By next year, I’ll have held every title I possibly can, besides the Gyno Title. I will not get pushed back into a place where I have no real competition, I will only be pushed forward like I deserve. I’ve been in this federation for a little over a year now. I deserve a big push, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to work hard to get one. My next match is against a Canadian, haha. Yea, a real Maple Leaf. We have history and I’m about ready to dig it back up, all of it, no matter how bad it hurts.
Forever he will be a God, and I wish to be forever his Sex Goddess.
that other girl, if he really cared about her he wouldn’t have messed around with me. He makes my knees weak. He worked muscles I never knew I even had before; let’s just say he gave me an awesome work out. He gave me drugs I didn’t even know existed. He showed me the way, now I’m trying to get there.But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair. I was just his one night stand. He did to me- what I’ve done to so many men in the past few months. I wonder if I left them feeling so empty. Most the time I was drunk though, and so were they, which I don’t understand how they even got hard, since drinking would make it very difficult for them to get an erection, but oh well, I must just be that hot. I will not be bitter toward him, I will be mesmerized. I will be astonished; I am hooked to him like I am this needle in my vein.
He made me feel like his Queen. He made me feel like I am and was the Queen of Seduction. Let’s face it if D and him wanted to they could kick everyone’s asses in this entire federation, and all of you know it.
I am the Asshat Champion, or as I like to call it The Meggalicious Title. It may sound a little bit egotistical but hey I deserve it. I am one of the few women in the WFWF to ever hold a men’s title. Many men have fought for this title, but never a woman. But the first time a woman ever did, she won. I won. I am better than half the men in this federation, and all the women. I’m on my way to the top and no one will stop me. By next year, I’ll have held every title I possibly can, besides the Gyno Title. I will not get pushed back into a place where I have no real competition, I will only be pushed forward like I deserve. I’ve been in this federation for a little over a year now. I deserve a big push, and I have a feeling I’m going to have to work hard to get one. My next match is against a Canadian, haha. Yea, a real Maple Leaf. We have history and I’m about ready to dig it back up, all of it, no matter how bad it hurts.
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Bright lights shine in through millions of windows as people walk the night streets. You can look out across the city and see nothing but a glow. You can see people night skating down town. It’s almost as dark as can be, but that doesn’t bother anyone, in the friendly city. Meg stands on the balcony to her hotel suite. The city is beautiful. The Cambridge Hotel Suite is the most popular hotel in Toronto. The air smells fresh and clear- unlike the air back home in Indiana. The air is thin and goes right through Megan’s nostrils and into her lungs, filling them with air, as she sighs to herself. As she places her notebook down on the cement she stands on. It’s cold but never wet, it hasn’t rained for awhile in Toronto, which makes Meg’s bare feet happy.
I can’t believe I’m about to step in the ring with a former team mate of mine. This is something I never thought I’d get to do. Justin and I never really got along; it was always kind of a rocky road between the two of us. But Johnny and I got along just fine, I always kind of wondered if Justin was jealous of Johnny and my relationship. I mean it’s understandable I am a beautiful woman.
Meg stands smiling into the dark night. She glances behind her and her smile grows wider as we hear foot steps coming from behind her. A moonlight glare covers a mans face so, you can’t tell who he is, but Meg sure looks happy to see him.
Hey, come look at these stupid Canadians. They’re all so cocky and arrogant. Just like Justin. I remember back when I first joined WFWF I was so excited to be in a stable with someone as talented as Justin Tyme. But things changed, his talent was washed up, and I left ATM. I left ATM because I was and I am too good for Justin Tyme. He doesn’t deserve to be on a team with me, he doesn’t even deserve to be in the same ring wrestling me. He’s a piece of Canadian trash, that hasn’t done anything worth a crapin the past six months. Justin has always been jealous of me, he didn’t like that I stole his spotlight and he didn’t like that after I left, ATM went down the drain. I never knew Toronto could be so beautiful.
Meg stares out lustfully into the starry night. The moon is large and dazzling to her naked eye. Her imp green eyes pace back and forth, looking for a shooting star, but never finding one. The bed creeks loudly inside the hotel room, Meg’s head turns slightly toward the room. She catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye.
Justin’s always kind of hated me for some reason, I always knew he did. He made it so painfully obvious it was sad. He was envious of me. He always just seemed out of the frame after Johnny and I hooked up. It was kind of sad really, because Justin always had to have his ‘cabinet’ or excuse me, more like the people he paid to follow him around, with him. It was so ludicrous. I was so sick of them; he even tried to bring in another woman into ATM. I am curious as what he was thinking when he tried to bring her in, did he really think I would accept her. I hated that bitch. She didn’t deserve to be involved in something as great as the WFWF. I hated her so much, but you know what I can’t even remember her name, but honestly I could care less to remember. I’ve been waiting to fight Justin ever since I left Johnny and him flat on their asses almost a year ago.
I spent the time I should have been becoming Women’s Champion, helping Justin and Johnny train. I was so far stuck up their asses it wasn’t even funny. Justin lived alone, but Johnny and I lived together.
I really think Justin Tyme hated me so much, because I stole is glory, I stole his tag partner: and we became a couple-we became the most important thing about ATM. Justin is nothing but a money loving bastard who’s first-class plane has crashed into a giant tree. At Justin’s most crucial time in his career he decides he needs to slow down a bit, maybe go to a few hockey games, become tag team partners with Immune. I don’t know what he was thinking. Immune is nothing but a hoodwink idiot. He quits, and comes back, quits and comes back, then quits again. Immune can’t make up his mine, and it’s really sad when the two of you lose to two jobbers. It’s like you didn’t even show up. You better show up for our match because I’m about to show you the ropes, like you’ve never even been taught before. You don’t know the tricks of a woman. And you definitely don’t know the tricks of this woman. Justin you better open your eyes, and take a look around before you get in the ring with this Bitch.
Face it Justin, you and Johnny are just has-beens. The worlds not waiting for another cocky, overconfident, smug, conceited man to come out on top, they’re waiting for a Woman. They’re waiting for me. I belong on top and that’s where I’m going to be, on top of you by the end of the match.
Everything is the same, still no shooting star to make a wish on. But Meg seems to be on cloud nine anyways. Funny how there isn’t a cloud in the sky tonight, nothing to cover the beautiful full moon, just enough light to shine into the hotel room for a little moonlit romance. Meg peers down at her unwanted scar. A tiny ring on the center of her palm, she shakes her head, no. Her eyes fill up, as well as her head, with unwanted memories.
Johnny has caused me so much unwanted pain in my life. I don’t think I deserve anymore. I don’t even know if I could take anymore pain, emotional pain at least. But Justin you know the one thing that really pisses me off is the fact that you don’t really know me like you seem to think you do. I hated being called Miss Meg. My name is Megan god damn it. You always talked down to me, just because I was a woman. You acted like I couldn’t get in the ring and win the tag championships something that you and Johnny couldn’t manage doing on your own.
After, ATM was over I just wanted to get out of Canada, and start a new life. And that’s exactly what I did. I started a new life for myself. But even in a new town and a new home, I still wanted revenge on Johnny Arsenic but you had the nerve to drive him out of the federation. I never got to fight Johnny, and because of that I’m going to fight you twice as hard. Watch your back Justin; I’m one bitch I don’t think you could handle.
Meg turns around to head back into the hotel room, not turning back and looking out at the Toronto night sky. She walks in slowly, taking caution with every step. The Television is off and no sound is made besides breathing coming from the queen size hotel bed. Meg looks toward the man in her bed, as she leans up and whispers into his ear.
I want you.
She says as she looks seductively into his bloodshot eyes. The man looks right back into Meg’s eyes.
You truly are the lord of
, Kyzer. Take me. The two toss underneath the covers, clothes flying onto the floor beginning to form a pile onto the carpet floor. A few giggles along with a couple moans as the scene fades to black as the sweet smell of sex fills the air.[/center]
(sorry, reading classic hobos roleplays)
