Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2006 22:21:17 GMT -5
Monday-July 10, 2006
12:01 AM
Entry Twelve
Dear Diary,
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Her eyes wander around the local coffee shop as she shuts her laptop. She’s green with envy as she looks at all the couples around her. Meg’s hands fumble around the same coffee cup she’s used for ages. It’s basic; the only special thing about it is that it has a picture of her and her dog-molly- from when she was a child. Her grandmother took that picture, when her mother left her.
Sometimes it feels like this is the only place I can ever think. Its funny how when I was little I always dreamed of being a woman dominating in the men’s division and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. But as I grew older I gave up on that dream my sister, Lora always made fun of me for wanted to be a wrestler, and she called me two ton Tess. I was on a little bit of the heavier side. But its funny how the tables turn though isn’t it. I mean Lora could only dream of having all the money I have and all the authority I carry in the wrestling ring. I’ve always hated her, and I always will. But I can’t say the same for Morgan. For some reason we both have with twin bond, in two ways. As we are both Gemini’s born on June 1st.
Meg’s eyes watch everyone around her now. Feeling quite paranoid she crotches over. If you look deep enough in her eyes, you’ll see a confused young girl, watching her mother walking away and taking her beloved twin brother along with her. Her eyes fill up with tears as she quickly peers down into her coffee mug.
I take all my guilt out in my fists, during my matches. All my punches are for all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, like letting my little brother get away. I just get so infuriated, at the fact that I have to face another woman. It makes me feel like I’m taking a step backwards in my so called journey to everything. I don’t even know who those two Orgy champions are. I just know they only have the belts because they are one of the only tag teams in the federation. Same goes for Vanessa she is just about the only active woman wrestler, with the exception of me and that slut Veronica. Why couldn’t she just sleep with her teacher to pass the class?
Vanessa just because you have a ‘Gyno title’ doesn’t mean you can beat this woman.
Meg looks around feeling oddly connected to her tag team partner Obo, in no way she ever has before. She looks back behind her as she begins to walk out of the coffee shop with her laptop in her arms.
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Deep in the back corner of the coffee shop, far past where any normal patron would occupy, is the King of Gore Obo. Sitting amongst a field of cob webs and dirt, sitting on a stained tile floor, Obo looks completely out of it, in a world all his own. His body is covered by loosely fitting cut off blue jeans, a Superbrawl III t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.
Looking deep into Obo’s eyes, we see the pure hatred that rests in his head eternally. His face now has new features, including new piercing. Just above his left eyebrow is a glistening silver stud, looking newly pierced. Obo begins to speak with the usual grit of his voice.
Memories, sharp as daggers, Pierce into the flesh of today, Suicide of love took away all that matters, And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart. Quote H.I.M. It feels so fitting, because my life is full of the never ending memories. Death by association.
It’s what I am experiencing right now. Entering the firing squad because I am unwilling to accept a tainted belt and I am unwilling to let a friend get annihilated. F~ck it all. F~ck Kyzer. F~ck Drakz. F~ck those morons the Revolution. My life is through. I am now the walking dead and the scary thing is, I enjoy it. Like Kyzer and Drakz, I am an addict. Pain is my vice.
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Out in the parking lot stands Meg crying, her hands buried over her face. Looking at a million broken pieces of her ceramic coffee mug .
That’s what I think of all my memories…without you.
The scene fades as Meg walks away from all the pieces on the hot pavement.[/center]
OOC::Obo helped me out by writing his part but i wrote the rest. I know i didnt say much about our opponents sorry. But I had a family emergency and i was considering just no showing
12:01 AM
Entry Twelve
Dear Diary,
I hate this God awful forsaken universe. I don’t even understand why my younger brother thinks it’s his job to save my ass. He isn’t my hero. Nor my knight in shining armor. I just don’t get it. Why would he possibly come and save me? I haven’t even seen him besides the photos mother sent to our grandmother on occasions.
I don’t even know him. Kyzer is such a prick. He’s placed me in this two on three champions match. My opponents are hopeless to the federation, with the exception of Phoenix. I respect any woman, besides Cherri Bomb, who can win the women’s title. It shows true power to hold such a prestige belt. But I have to remember I’ve held it, I’ve won it. I had to defeat Charlotte Woods, now that’s one tough bitch. I’ve defeated men of all shapes and sizes now. I am a woman dominating in a mans division, with my unfortunate little brother tagging along and saving my tale, for no apparent reason.
I don’t even know him. Kyzer is such a prick. He’s placed me in this two on three champions match. My opponents are hopeless to the federation, with the exception of Phoenix. I respect any woman, besides Cherri Bomb, who can win the women’s title. It shows true power to hold such a prestige belt. But I have to remember I’ve held it, I’ve won it. I had to defeat Charlotte Woods, now that’s one tough bitch. I’ve defeated men of all shapes and sizes now. I am a woman dominating in a mans division, with my unfortunate little brother tagging along and saving my tale, for no apparent reason.
_________________________
Her eyes wander around the local coffee shop as she shuts her laptop. She’s green with envy as she looks at all the couples around her. Meg’s hands fumble around the same coffee cup she’s used for ages. It’s basic; the only special thing about it is that it has a picture of her and her dog-molly- from when she was a child. Her grandmother took that picture, when her mother left her.
Sometimes it feels like this is the only place I can ever think. Its funny how when I was little I always dreamed of being a woman dominating in the men’s division and that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. But as I grew older I gave up on that dream my sister, Lora always made fun of me for wanted to be a wrestler, and she called me two ton Tess. I was on a little bit of the heavier side. But its funny how the tables turn though isn’t it. I mean Lora could only dream of having all the money I have and all the authority I carry in the wrestling ring. I’ve always hated her, and I always will. But I can’t say the same for Morgan. For some reason we both have with twin bond, in two ways. As we are both Gemini’s born on June 1st.
Meg’s eyes watch everyone around her now. Feeling quite paranoid she crotches over. If you look deep enough in her eyes, you’ll see a confused young girl, watching her mother walking away and taking her beloved twin brother along with her. Her eyes fill up with tears as she quickly peers down into her coffee mug.
I take all my guilt out in my fists, during my matches. All my punches are for all the mistakes I’ve made in my life, like letting my little brother get away. I just get so infuriated, at the fact that I have to face another woman. It makes me feel like I’m taking a step backwards in my so called journey to everything. I don’t even know who those two Orgy champions are. I just know they only have the belts because they are one of the only tag teams in the federation. Same goes for Vanessa she is just about the only active woman wrestler, with the exception of me and that slut Veronica. Why couldn’t she just sleep with her teacher to pass the class?
Vanessa just because you have a ‘Gyno title’ doesn’t mean you can beat this woman.
Meg looks around feeling oddly connected to her tag team partner Obo, in no way she ever has before. She looks back behind her as she begins to walk out of the coffee shop with her laptop in her arms.
______________________
Deep in the back corner of the coffee shop, far past where any normal patron would occupy, is the King of Gore Obo. Sitting amongst a field of cob webs and dirt, sitting on a stained tile floor, Obo looks completely out of it, in a world all his own. His body is covered by loosely fitting cut off blue jeans, a Superbrawl III t-shirt, and a black leather jacket.
Looking deep into Obo’s eyes, we see the pure hatred that rests in his head eternally. His face now has new features, including new piercing. Just above his left eyebrow is a glistening silver stud, looking newly pierced. Obo begins to speak with the usual grit of his voice.
Memories, sharp as daggers, Pierce into the flesh of today, Suicide of love took away all that matters, And buried the remains in an unmarked grave in your heart. Quote H.I.M. It feels so fitting, because my life is full of the never ending memories. Death by association.
It’s what I am experiencing right now. Entering the firing squad because I am unwilling to accept a tainted belt and I am unwilling to let a friend get annihilated. F~ck it all. F~ck Kyzer. F~ck Drakz. F~ck those morons the Revolution. My life is through. I am now the walking dead and the scary thing is, I enjoy it. Like Kyzer and Drakz, I am an addict. Pain is my vice.
________________________
Out in the parking lot stands Meg crying, her hands buried over her face. Looking at a million broken pieces of her ceramic coffee mug .
That’s what I think of all my memories…without you.
The scene fades as Meg walks away from all the pieces on the hot pavement.[/center]
OOC::Obo helped me out by writing his part but i wrote the rest. I know i didnt say much about our opponents sorry. But I had a family emergency and i was considering just no showing
I fixed it though..thank you
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