Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2006 0:37:46 GMT -5
June 25, 2006
12:03 AM
Dear Diary,
ooc: yea, kyzer and drakz told me i could have extra time. I had to change my direction real quickly due to personal reasons so i didnt really know where i was going... so we'll see
12:03 AM
Dear Diary,
I can’t believe this happened to me. It’s really unbelievable to be sitting inside this cell. I almost feel trapped. I’m alone. He stuck me in here. I’m not even sure why. That’s what bothers me so much. I feel like I’ve been cheated out of a part of my life. I sit around and watch the cell but no ones watching. Call me pathetic call me what you will. I thought I was going to be tripping away to paradise right now. But I’m far from it. Did I just dream all of that up? Did I dream up my feelings and his too? He just wanted to mess with an innocent girl head. Why do I always end up like this, in over my head with my feet on the ground? It makes me wonder why I’m still here. It’s sad I didn’t even see it coming.
I mean I don’t even know why someone like Michael Kyzer would be interested in someone like Megan Warner. I’m pathetic, even my own mother didn’t want me. She just dropped me off at my grandmothers and said goodbye. I don’t know why she didn’t want me. I never did anything right in her eyes. I can’t not speak I’ve lost my voice. Michael did to me, what I had done to every man I’d slept with in the past two months. It makes me nauseous just to think of all the diseases I could have, not only from Michael, but from all the other men. This is one of the worst feelings in the world, not knowing why you weren’t good enough for someone. I thought I numbed that feeling, but I guess I never totally paralyzed it. I guess now the jokes on me. Nice guys finish last, I guess it’s true.
Maybe he did it for my own good. Maybe he did it for his own amusement whatever the reason; I’m finished with Michael Kyzer. I just don’t understand how they managed to get that goldfish inside my locker room. He stole everything my heart desired; now I want it back. He caught me by surprise, misery must be his master. He’s the blade and I’m just... paper.
The truth is I can spend my life how ever I want to, but I can only spend it once. Right now I’m spending in stuck inside this cell, feeling as trapped as I did inside the jungle gym as a child. I can’t believe he would do something to me. Kyzer is no God. And Drakz is no Jesus; they’re just a bunch of pussies wanting to have a good time.
This is nothing like Martha Stewarts, not at all. The only thing good about this cell is that it gives me time to think about the things I’ve done. All of the mistakes I’ve made, all of the guilt I force out and fight out in the wrestling ring.
When I think of my recent past, it reminds me what an easily influenced person I can truly be. I let Johnny get to me so effortlessly, but with him gone and away from the WFWF, I took on Justin Tyme last week. I have to admit I was swollen with pride when I won.
It’s unadorned, but covered in dust. The walls used to be white, but now look to have a brownish grey tint. Its dirt, the grim build up is disgusting. It’s chilly, almost too chilly. A window with bars and Plexiglas, so the prisoner my not escape. The sun light shines in from the north and excels into her eyes, causing even more frustration than before. The woman tosses and turns in her lonely bunk bed. It’s hard but she managed to get at least a few hours a sleep before the sun rose, waking her from her restless slumber. They took everything she had on her at the time. The police stole her and gave her an orange suit to wear like the rest of the inmates. They forced her to go to lunch with the rest of the women; apparently they’re a big fan of her work. Or at least she wished they were.
Meg was silent throughout the entire meal; I guess she was afraid of what might happen to her, if she made a noise. She isn’t the black sheep here exactly; in fact Megan has done things, bad things. She deserves to be in prison. Her eyes look around her glass world that seems as if it’s about to shatter into a million pieces. She stands and rises to her feet, as she slowly walks across the jail cell, and washes her hands in the already filthy sink.
She deserves every platter handed to her, but she’ll deny it.
I defeated Justin Tyme. I took back everything that was mine. I didn’t need that cocaine to feel good. I was already feeling great. I felt like I was on top of the world, and looking down at all my followers. It felt immense. It’s so funny how I can easily surprise myself the way I keep doing. Whether it’s with a needle, or a man, I never stop shocking myself.
I could murder someone. And in my dreams I have before, who knows maybe I’m a sleep walker. But I’ve never wanted to hurt someone as badly as I did Michael Kyzer. I’ve been scandalous and conniving but never as conniving as that man. He breaks hearts for fun. A real god would never do that, Jesus wouldn’t let him. But Michael and Drakz are not god’s they aren’t even good owners. Their titles are shit. I am just as good as half of their main eventers. I should be a main eventer.
Megan pauses and laughs for a few brief moments to herself out loud, her laugh is wicked and demented. She breathes in deep, and grins real big.
Looking back on it, I think I was only sucking Kyzer cock to get to the top in the first place. Isn’t it funny, how feelings change, once you step back and analyze the situation? Unfortunately for me, Kyzer thinks he has the upper hand, but if he remembers right I was always on top. And I always will be.
He thinks he is so clever, this week he has me up against his ‘panhandler’ Percy.
Percy isn’t even on my level. Percy should have to get down on his hands and knees to face me, like he would with anyone else. I bet he had to panhandle himself into a title match. There is no way in hell he deserves a shot at my title.
I’d hate to see what that vulgar, repulsive man would do to my championship if he won it. He’d probably give it away for food. For Christ’s sake, he is a professional wrestler, and Kyzer and Drakz junkie; he has to make a large sum of money. Even the jobbers make enough money for food. I mean come on, how long as he been here, what does he spend all his money on anyways? I really just don’t understand the WFWF anymore. I’ll never be a main eventer because I am a woman.
A police officer slowly approaches Meg’s cell, fiddling with his keys. He reaches her cell and he opens up her cell.
You’re free to go.
Meg stares at him with a puzzled face.
I don’t understand. Who bailed me out?
A man who looks like Meg slowly walks up to the cell.
Are you kidding me?
The scene fades to night, as the two drive off in silence. Meg doesn’t care if she wins her match at Odium or if she loses her title anymore.
I mean I don’t even know why someone like Michael Kyzer would be interested in someone like Megan Warner. I’m pathetic, even my own mother didn’t want me. She just dropped me off at my grandmothers and said goodbye. I don’t know why she didn’t want me. I never did anything right in her eyes. I can’t not speak I’ve lost my voice. Michael did to me, what I had done to every man I’d slept with in the past two months. It makes me nauseous just to think of all the diseases I could have, not only from Michael, but from all the other men. This is one of the worst feelings in the world, not knowing why you weren’t good enough for someone. I thought I numbed that feeling, but I guess I never totally paralyzed it. I guess now the jokes on me. Nice guys finish last, I guess it’s true.
Maybe he did it for my own good. Maybe he did it for his own amusement whatever the reason; I’m finished with Michael Kyzer. I just don’t understand how they managed to get that goldfish inside my locker room. He stole everything my heart desired; now I want it back. He caught me by surprise, misery must be his master. He’s the blade and I’m just... paper.
The truth is I can spend my life how ever I want to, but I can only spend it once. Right now I’m spending in stuck inside this cell, feeling as trapped as I did inside the jungle gym as a child. I can’t believe he would do something to me. Kyzer is no God. And Drakz is no Jesus; they’re just a bunch of pussies wanting to have a good time.
This is nothing like Martha Stewarts, not at all. The only thing good about this cell is that it gives me time to think about the things I’ve done. All of the mistakes I’ve made, all of the guilt I force out and fight out in the wrestling ring.
When I think of my recent past, it reminds me what an easily influenced person I can truly be. I let Johnny get to me so effortlessly, but with him gone and away from the WFWF, I took on Justin Tyme last week. I have to admit I was swollen with pride when I won.
It’s unadorned, but covered in dust. The walls used to be white, but now look to have a brownish grey tint. Its dirt, the grim build up is disgusting. It’s chilly, almost too chilly. A window with bars and Plexiglas, so the prisoner my not escape. The sun light shines in from the north and excels into her eyes, causing even more frustration than before. The woman tosses and turns in her lonely bunk bed. It’s hard but she managed to get at least a few hours a sleep before the sun rose, waking her from her restless slumber. They took everything she had on her at the time. The police stole her and gave her an orange suit to wear like the rest of the inmates. They forced her to go to lunch with the rest of the women; apparently they’re a big fan of her work. Or at least she wished they were.
Meg was silent throughout the entire meal; I guess she was afraid of what might happen to her, if she made a noise. She isn’t the black sheep here exactly; in fact Megan has done things, bad things. She deserves to be in prison. Her eyes look around her glass world that seems as if it’s about to shatter into a million pieces. She stands and rises to her feet, as she slowly walks across the jail cell, and washes her hands in the already filthy sink.
She deserves every platter handed to her, but she’ll deny it.
I defeated Justin Tyme. I took back everything that was mine. I didn’t need that cocaine to feel good. I was already feeling great. I felt like I was on top of the world, and looking down at all my followers. It felt immense. It’s so funny how I can easily surprise myself the way I keep doing. Whether it’s with a needle, or a man, I never stop shocking myself.
I could murder someone. And in my dreams I have before, who knows maybe I’m a sleep walker. But I’ve never wanted to hurt someone as badly as I did Michael Kyzer. I’ve been scandalous and conniving but never as conniving as that man. He breaks hearts for fun. A real god would never do that, Jesus wouldn’t let him. But Michael and Drakz are not god’s they aren’t even good owners. Their titles are shit. I am just as good as half of their main eventers. I should be a main eventer.
Megan pauses and laughs for a few brief moments to herself out loud, her laugh is wicked and demented. She breathes in deep, and grins real big.
Looking back on it, I think I was only sucking Kyzer cock to get to the top in the first place. Isn’t it funny, how feelings change, once you step back and analyze the situation? Unfortunately for me, Kyzer thinks he has the upper hand, but if he remembers right I was always on top. And I always will be.
He thinks he is so clever, this week he has me up against his ‘panhandler’ Percy.
Percy isn’t even on my level. Percy should have to get down on his hands and knees to face me, like he would with anyone else. I bet he had to panhandle himself into a title match. There is no way in hell he deserves a shot at my title.
I’d hate to see what that vulgar, repulsive man would do to my championship if he won it. He’d probably give it away for food. For Christ’s sake, he is a professional wrestler, and Kyzer and Drakz junkie; he has to make a large sum of money. Even the jobbers make enough money for food. I mean come on, how long as he been here, what does he spend all his money on anyways? I really just don’t understand the WFWF anymore. I’ll never be a main eventer because I am a woman.
A police officer slowly approaches Meg’s cell, fiddling with his keys. He reaches her cell and he opens up her cell.
You’re free to go.
Meg stares at him with a puzzled face.
I don’t understand. Who bailed me out?
A man who looks like Meg slowly walks up to the cell.
Are you kidding me?
The scene fades to night, as the two drive off in silence. Meg doesn’t care if she wins her match at Odium or if she loses her title anymore.
ooc: yea, kyzer and drakz told me i could have extra time. I had to change my direction real quickly due to personal reasons so i didnt really know where i was going... so we'll see
