Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2013 11:39:25 GMT -5
Nikki was a quiet addition to the house.
She stuck to working out in the gym
Training with some of the other girls in ring (while also scouting them)
Or she was in her room, studying tapes like any wrestler should.
It was a rare occasion she was actually in the house. Even more rare that she was in the kitchen, as she liked to eat on the go instead of sitting and eating.
This particular time, she had made herself a protein shake after her workout, and low and behold, who would she bump into?
Well look at what we got here. I swear if this job got any easier, it'd be a crime to even charge for it. Ashley Milano! Little miss priss herself. The women everyone wants to be apparently. Not me, Ashley. I don't want to be you. No, I'm neither glitz, nor glamor. I am substance. I am a walking wrestling machine. I refuse to let a relationship define who and what I am. See, your known for who your with, and what you can do is an afterthought. And even when your not with a man, your talking about being with a man. Still letting it define you.
I'm not going to berate you, Ashley, but merely tell you the truth. You made a grave mistake getting your kicks in on the boss. You think it's funny to make fun of her being attacked by a man. Well, she thought it would be funny to see you dealt with by someone who is a bit more...dominant then what your used to. I hear you like a dominant man, so this will be nothing new to you. Your best to just walk to the ring come showtime, and just take the beating like the punching bag you are. If you fight back, it's only going to get worse. I'm not hear to pin you, or make you tap out. I was paid, and brought here to beat you to a bloody pulp, and do so repeatedly until Ashley Silva says you've learned your lesson. So, pick your poison Ashley. Since your going to experience severe pain, you might as well choose how your going to feel it too.
She stuck to working out in the gym
Training with some of the other girls in ring (while also scouting them)
Or she was in her room, studying tapes like any wrestler should.
It was a rare occasion she was actually in the house. Even more rare that she was in the kitchen, as she liked to eat on the go instead of sitting and eating.
This particular time, she had made herself a protein shake after her workout, and low and behold, who would she bump into?
Well look at what we got here. I swear if this job got any easier, it'd be a crime to even charge for it. Ashley Milano! Little miss priss herself. The women everyone wants to be apparently. Not me, Ashley. I don't want to be you. No, I'm neither glitz, nor glamor. I am substance. I am a walking wrestling machine. I refuse to let a relationship define who and what I am. See, your known for who your with, and what you can do is an afterthought. And even when your not with a man, your talking about being with a man. Still letting it define you.
I'm not going to berate you, Ashley, but merely tell you the truth. You made a grave mistake getting your kicks in on the boss. You think it's funny to make fun of her being attacked by a man. Well, she thought it would be funny to see you dealt with by someone who is a bit more...dominant then what your used to. I hear you like a dominant man, so this will be nothing new to you. Your best to just walk to the ring come showtime, and just take the beating like the punching bag you are. If you fight back, it's only going to get worse. I'm not hear to pin you, or make you tap out. I was paid, and brought here to beat you to a bloody pulp, and do so repeatedly until Ashley Silva says you've learned your lesson. So, pick your poison Ashley. Since your going to experience severe pain, you might as well choose how your going to feel it too.