Post by wfwfcodered on Mar 29, 2007 11:55:57 GMT -5
I Am Woman; Fear Me More
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
It's Tuesday Night or Wednesday Morning the lights are off and I'm in a room that is completely without light. Wall to wall darkness leaves me blind to it all. I know I'm awake but my eyes refuse to stay open. I'm somewhere resting, but it's not my bed. Fully clothed my mind runs wild. Why am I here and what did I do that got me here.
I lie in my make-shift bed tense, my legs are locked up, not by restraints but muscle spasms. By neck lays limp, my head heavy almost as if it's being held down. I am stuck and I do everything to open my eyes. I try to fight it, and finally do. A bell goes off and I awake. It all makes sense. I turn to the left, what is not a regular occurrence to me, all makes sense
The Quality Inn. Not great quality as far as lodging goes, but it is one of the better choices when you need to rest your head, wash up or change into a fresh apparel.
Sure it's no Motel 6, but at the very least, they'll leave the light on for you in case you can't sleep on a cockroach ridden bed that hasn't had a clean set of linen in months.
But it's not about catchy slogans, not at all. Here just outside of East Rutherford lies Mia Porter. Figuratively speaking of course. She's not alone though, as she showed up with a personal friend. That was hours ago though. As we head up to room 118, the room we last seen her enter.
We make are way to the staircase and begin to head up to the second floor of this hotel complex. Midway the door swings open and out walks WFWF owner and wrestler Tha CBT in nothing but a towel and a t-shirt. Holding the door open he quickly mumbles some thing before heading off with a pale of ice and in it what looks to be an empty champagne bottle.
As the door begins to shut we make are way in.
With the sound of water running, and no one else in the room. It wouldn't be far off to suggest that Mia Porter is in the shower. So we turn to the door, but in mere seconds, the faucets can be heard being turned off and out rushing Mia Porter in a towel covering only the essential areas. She grabs some under garments from her suitcase and sits on the edge of the bed as she puts them on.
As she sits in her underwear on a bed completely stripped down. She lays there motionless, with a somber look on her face
So I'm not the first whore to culture, but I know the results of what I have done. Sure it was worth it, I'm not just some bitch that showed up and seeked employment, but I didn't have a great following as it is with the boys in the locker room.
But none the less, It's funny how much shit changes like this week I'm facing Calvin Lee. Somebody who you hear so much a lot about but without relevance or good reason.
Oddly enough as it I welcome the challenge. Sure he pulled the old 'women are only good for 2 things' bs. But in the ring, all that is irrelevant.
Lee though is an afterthought in my mind. The significance of beating him is equal to Kira Wright and do I really need to bring that name back up from the gutter it came from?
I will though take on the Calvin Lee, and maybe after it I'll interview Luther Castle, as he's so riveting in these little segment him and his butt buddy put together...
As Mia lays comfortably the door swings open and in walks Mark. He has since replaced the bucket with two bottles of soda and he sits on the bed suggestively close to Mia. As he reaches over her to set the sodas on the table, he not so innocently brushes his arm across in doing so
So Mia, I hear you have plans of going on some tours and applying your craft on an International level.
Yea, not right away, but definitely after Forever Unscarred. Not that WFWF doesn't give me great opportunities, challenges, opponents.. It just seems like I'm spinning my wheels.
Well I wanna make sure it is not because of me. I've only introduced one person into WFWF before you, that was Amerie. The result of that was she had tons of potential, but got overlooked. While you cover so much ground and could be one of the best this business has..
While I know he means what he says. I just don't feel comfortable in my skin. It seems like the more involved we get, the more it becomes about us let. I enjoy that from outside the ring, but inside it I need by hard work to be acknowledged. Respected.
So, on the way to Jersey I did have some business to talk about. You know the situation with Wayne? Revolution is being kept busy, but Wayne's wife insists on getting in the way
Yea, well you've seen how close they are. Kind of like the anointed were, lovey dubby. I have a feeling you're gonna suggest something
Yea you know me. Never put a hand on a woman unless of course it's last resort. But I do have some people under contract, that are currently sitting out. Vanessa 'Phoenix' McGurk is one of those people.
Go figure, I'm the only female in this company wrestling full-time. Facing another woman yet again.
Think of it like this, your match with Lee this week is opening the show. You two have no bad blood and have more to worry about in the coming weeks. McGurk vs Porter however, will give people just a little sample of what to expect at the PPV.
Fine whatever, I'll hurt the bitch, so she is no distraction to you at Forever Unscarred. But I really gotta worry about Lee.
What's there to worry about, last I heard he and Castle were posing as models?
That's funny, from a more reliable source, I heard Lee was in Vancouver making rounds at every Tea House he could come within feet of
As both Mia and Mark look into each other's eyes, they kiss, slipping the tongue. Mia pushes Mark back and spits in her hand. She waits for him to do the same, and looks to thumb wrestle. But instead she swerve her hand in a downward motion out of sight and out of mind
OOC: So this roleplay was not at the level of Ascenion's imo. But the ideas I had didn't click so I tried to make sense a little with some things coming up in the next few weeks. I had permission to use those used in my rp, well except for castle.. because thats lee. ;D
I don't expect much good out of this. It was more for parody and to build some thing towards my match with vanessa mcgurk next week.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”
It's Tuesday Night or Wednesday Morning the lights are off and I'm in a room that is completely without light. Wall to wall darkness leaves me blind to it all. I know I'm awake but my eyes refuse to stay open. I'm somewhere resting, but it's not my bed. Fully clothed my mind runs wild. Why am I here and what did I do that got me here.
I lie in my make-shift bed tense, my legs are locked up, not by restraints but muscle spasms. By neck lays limp, my head heavy almost as if it's being held down. I am stuck and I do everything to open my eyes. I try to fight it, and finally do. A bell goes off and I awake. It all makes sense. I turn to the left, what is not a regular occurrence to me, all makes sense
The Quality Inn. Not great quality as far as lodging goes, but it is one of the better choices when you need to rest your head, wash up or change into a fresh apparel.
Sure it's no Motel 6, but at the very least, they'll leave the light on for you in case you can't sleep on a cockroach ridden bed that hasn't had a clean set of linen in months.
But it's not about catchy slogans, not at all. Here just outside of East Rutherford lies Mia Porter. Figuratively speaking of course. She's not alone though, as she showed up with a personal friend. That was hours ago though. As we head up to room 118, the room we last seen her enter.
We make are way to the staircase and begin to head up to the second floor of this hotel complex. Midway the door swings open and out walks WFWF owner and wrestler Tha CBT in nothing but a towel and a t-shirt. Holding the door open he quickly mumbles some thing before heading off with a pale of ice and in it what looks to be an empty champagne bottle.
As the door begins to shut we make are way in.
With the sound of water running, and no one else in the room. It wouldn't be far off to suggest that Mia Porter is in the shower. So we turn to the door, but in mere seconds, the faucets can be heard being turned off and out rushing Mia Porter in a towel covering only the essential areas. She grabs some under garments from her suitcase and sits on the edge of the bed as she puts them on.
As she sits in her underwear on a bed completely stripped down. She lays there motionless, with a somber look on her face
So I'm not the first whore to culture, but I know the results of what I have done. Sure it was worth it, I'm not just some bitch that showed up and seeked employment, but I didn't have a great following as it is with the boys in the locker room.
But none the less, It's funny how much shit changes like this week I'm facing Calvin Lee. Somebody who you hear so much a lot about but without relevance or good reason.
Oddly enough as it I welcome the challenge. Sure he pulled the old 'women are only good for 2 things' bs. But in the ring, all that is irrelevant.
Lee though is an afterthought in my mind. The significance of beating him is equal to Kira Wright and do I really need to bring that name back up from the gutter it came from?
I will though take on the Calvin Lee, and maybe after it I'll interview Luther Castle, as he's so riveting in these little segment him and his butt buddy put together...
As Mia lays comfortably the door swings open and in walks Mark. He has since replaced the bucket with two bottles of soda and he sits on the bed suggestively close to Mia. As he reaches over her to set the sodas on the table, he not so innocently brushes his arm across in doing so
So Mia, I hear you have plans of going on some tours and applying your craft on an International level.
Yea, not right away, but definitely after Forever Unscarred. Not that WFWF doesn't give me great opportunities, challenges, opponents.. It just seems like I'm spinning my wheels.
Well I wanna make sure it is not because of me. I've only introduced one person into WFWF before you, that was Amerie. The result of that was she had tons of potential, but got overlooked. While you cover so much ground and could be one of the best this business has..
While I know he means what he says. I just don't feel comfortable in my skin. It seems like the more involved we get, the more it becomes about us let. I enjoy that from outside the ring, but inside it I need by hard work to be acknowledged. Respected.
So, on the way to Jersey I did have some business to talk about. You know the situation with Wayne? Revolution is being kept busy, but Wayne's wife insists on getting in the way
Yea, well you've seen how close they are. Kind of like the anointed were, lovey dubby. I have a feeling you're gonna suggest something
Yea you know me. Never put a hand on a woman unless of course it's last resort. But I do have some people under contract, that are currently sitting out. Vanessa 'Phoenix' McGurk is one of those people.
Go figure, I'm the only female in this company wrestling full-time. Facing another woman yet again.
Think of it like this, your match with Lee this week is opening the show. You two have no bad blood and have more to worry about in the coming weeks. McGurk vs Porter however, will give people just a little sample of what to expect at the PPV.
Fine whatever, I'll hurt the bitch, so she is no distraction to you at Forever Unscarred. But I really gotta worry about Lee.
What's there to worry about, last I heard he and Castle were posing as models?
That's funny, from a more reliable source, I heard Lee was in Vancouver making rounds at every Tea House he could come within feet of
As both Mia and Mark look into each other's eyes, they kiss, slipping the tongue. Mia pushes Mark back and spits in her hand. She waits for him to do the same, and looks to thumb wrestle. But instead she swerve her hand in a downward motion out of sight and out of mind
OOC: So this roleplay was not at the level of Ascenion's imo. But the ideas I had didn't click so I tried to make sense a little with some things coming up in the next few weeks. I had permission to use those used in my rp, well except for castle.. because thats lee. ;D
I don't expect much good out of this. It was more for parody and to build some thing towards my match with vanessa mcgurk next week.
ing is now on camera, and why would either want something personal and would also make both of them look bad to be filmed and shown?
