** Rushed again sorry**
So, last week I managed to come back into the wrestling world with a bang. Not a monstrous, ear piercing type of bang but a big enough bang to resurrect the passion that I have for this industry. I’m sure that a few of you will sit back and judge me for being so young and bitter towards the sport that has given us the likes of Jordan Williams, Nick Jones and Bo Dreamwolf but please relax and try and understand where I’m coming from. You see not everyone is automatically gifted when it comes to their passion; in fact some have to work harder than others. I’ve always fallen into this category, no matter what it was in my sporting life I’ve always seemed to be the girl that pushes just that little bit extra, works a little bit harder but still manages to come up with a lesser result. Now, now before you start pulling out the invisible violins and start striking up the band, let me clear this up. I’m not begging for sympathy, I’m not asking for you to feel sorry for me, because believe me... I don’t want your wasted empathy what I want you to understand that even tho it might take me a bit longer to find my feet in this world, I guarantee that when I do... I’ll hit the ground running and trust me when I say this, once this Kiwi finds her feet there is absolutely no stopping her.
My win last week, whilst it may have come while teaming with the super sexy superhero Roxi Johnson, will not just be because of her assistance, it will not just be because of her presence. This week I plan on showing you all I do can be the hero and not just the side kick. It’s time for this little New Zealand diamond to find her best facet and let it shine. Oh boy oh boy am I’m going to let it shine.
You see I can honestly say that I think I have found my lucky charm, I believe I have found my driving force and I’m not afraid to scream what it is to the world. Or well who it is to the world. My little Pookie Ben Jordan. Now, now before you cue the dramatic eye roll and huff and puff about Ben and I being sickly sappy romantics, let me remind you that Ben and I aren’t your typical couple.
For us it’s never been about spoiling each other, it’s never been about being sickly disgusting with public displays of affection. For us it’s been about the chase, it’s been about the game, it’s been about the will and determination to be better than the other no matter what we’re doing at the time it will always be a competition.
Don’t understand? Oh but you will, you’ll see what I’m talking about soon enough. You’ll see why losing isn’t an option for me anymore when it comes to the ring, because I don’t like to lose just ask Ben.
Flash back; the importance of the talk.
Sometimes I get the feeling he’s doing this on purpose like he wants me to just lash out and give him what he needs. Typical boy always in need of an ego stroke. Unfortunately for him, I don’t do emotional foreplay. If I’m going to show him how big his dick is I’ll use my hands not my manners. As of right now his most prized appendage isn’t being displayed in his pants, in fact it’s suffocating his personality. I could never understand males; I could never understand why they insist on playing these games. I know what he wants, he wants verification that my feelings towards him are real; he wants me to scream it from the roof tops but without even making a sound. He wants to see how I react, he wants to see the green eyed monster come crawling out from underneath my skin and inhabit my behaviour and emotions. Sorry Benny boy, but that bird won’t fly with me. In fact speaking of birds why would you even think my skin would crawl by talking with her? I mean she’s not even your type, she’s blonde, super athletic, super tanned, and she looks ditzy. I don’t like to judge people I don’t know but if I could take a stab in the dark she’s the type of girl who would love to be a famous WAG, you know the type the one who would love to be the trophy wife. The one that would love to have her clothing scattered over your bedroom floor... please I can see right through your plan and it won’t work, it can’t work.
Emma was sitting across the room at the Lax night club in Vegas. With one hand she was toying with the stalk of her empty wine glass while with the other her bright yellow manicured nails were drumming up a symphony against the hard wood table. Her pale green eyes were firmly locked and loaded on her vocal boyfriend Ben Jordan who was chatting with a fan near the bar. Not just any type of fan, a flirty, beautiful, model like, bombshell of a female fan. Inhaling deeply Emma shook her head and turned her attention away from the two, shaking it off as nothing, it was just normal. She had known getting into a relationship with the heartthrob Ben would be a challenge, a challenge she accepted with open arms. The presence of fan girls was always going to be around them, but it wasn’t the outgoingness of the fan girls she was worried about. Hell Ben always had a rally of females behind him no matter where he went, there was a running joke at school that you could always tell when Jordan was coming because there would be an ear numbing sound of gossiping hens behind him. Emma was worried that maybe just maybe, umm wait...the Kiwi wasn’t exactly sure what she was worried about. Turning her head away from the direction of the bar Emma was met abruptly with another face charging towards her.
Male:Oh my lord, Emma Rose is that you?
His southern drawl was enough to make any city girls panties drop; looking up at him Emma smiled brightly being polite as she was fairly sure she had never seen this man before in her life. The man looked like a fish out of water in this night club; his tight yet worn jeans hugged his body in all the right places but they didn’t scream emo skinny while his button up denim shirt sighed for relief as it had obviously been hidden in the back of his closet for some time. He took another step towards her resting his bottle of Bud on the table, tipping his black Stetson hat down towards her, while looking directly into her eyes. Quickly licking her lips Emma remembered that she had a voice and decided to finally use it.
Emma:Umm I don’t want to seem rude or anything but do I know you?
A chuckle left his dry lips as he to rolled his tongue across them, tipping his hat back down it mischievously hid his features.
Male:No unfortunately we have never previously met.
His eyes wandered over to the bar, his sights set onto Ben as if he was a predator seeking to destroy his prey. Emma was completely oblivious to what he was looking at as she returned to drumming her nail against the table top. The gentleman picked up on her observable discomfort and was quick to settle it.
Male:Forgive me, it’s just it’s not every day a man gets to meet the woman that stars on a poster in his man cave.
His calm smile was enough to bring Emma’s whole attention back up towards his face, as she smiled sincerely towards him. Oh great just great, Emma loved her career as a model and she loved the way her photos always turned out and how beautiful she always felt doing them, but since getting back with Ben she couldn’t help but feel like a disgrace to him when they got stopped in the street by males who said the very same thing. Forcing out a smile Emma pushed her inner demons to the side as she responded to the male who was standing dominantly in front of her eyes.
Emma:There’s no need to apologise, you’ve done nothing wrong... Please take a seat.
Her New Zealand accent was softly spoken as the man took up a seat beside her, as soon as his behind hit the cushioned seating she could feel a set of eyes burning towards her from across the room. A little voice inside Emma’s head was shouting at her, why she had offered this man to take a seat beside her was beyond her. It’s not like she was interested, and she knew that she would feel guilty for it later but right now all she could see was scattered clothing all over Ben Jordan’s bedroom floor that didn’t belong to her.
Emma:So let me guess, you have a poster of me from my cowgirls and Indians photo shoot from two thousand and ten?
The man threw back his hands as if to fake some sort of innocence as his chuckle rang in her ears.
Male:You got me.
He wasn’t hard to get, Emma had a knack for picking up what her male fans liked and what they didn’t like about her playboy modelling career. She also had a knack for knowing what male fan would have which one of her photos hanging from the nails on their man cave walls. Looking at him she smiled as her eyes wandered over to the bar, her sea green eyes falling helplessly on the sight of the female fan’s hand wrapped around his shoulders as they posed for photos. Gripping on to the glass Emma sighed, she was sure by now Ben would have forgotten her drink order.
Male:So can I ask why you’re sitting over her while your apparent boyfriend is making passes at the lovely blonde at the bar?
Fighting back every urge in her body to flatten him with a face splitting slap Emma looked up at him, keeping the sweetness in her gaze.
Emma:He is my boyfriend and he’ll be back soon with our drinks and we’ll continue to celebrate.
Well I think he’s my boyfriend that was the story her voice was really telling. Wishful thinking on Emma’s behalf as by the looks of it, Ben wasn’t coming back any time soon. The honky tonk cowboy looked over his shoulder staring down her oblivious boyfriend who was finally getting served and paying for their drinks.
Male:I noticed you didn’t make mention to my making passes reference, are you in that type of open relationship?
His head turned back to look at her while he spoke, as Emma leant forward in her seat uncomfortable. Either this guy sitting beside her was trying to get under her skin about her boyfriend being a possible cheat, or he was praying that Ben and she were in a wacky open relationship and tonight was his lucky night. Wait where they even in a relationship? They have never officially had the talk. The thought of this sent Emma’s mind into over drive as she looked over towards Ben who was trying to say his farewells to the female fans around him with a confident yet naughty smile plastered on his face. Oh God, he must have thought he was still single.
Emma:I can assure you that no matter what relationship Ben and I are in it will never be an open one.
As she tried to enforce some truth behind her words Emma was struggling to keep her concentration on the lovely looking stocky cowboy in front of her. She didn’t need to try for much longer as the sound of glass hitting wood echoed in front of her. Looking up from under her long eye lashes Emma’s sight laid on Ben as he stared down at her amused, while his fingers were laced tightly around his bottle of fosters. Looking away from Emma he turned to look at the man who was sitting in his seat.
Ben:Who’s your friend Em?
His cockney accent was so cloudy at times Emma just wanted to throttle him, she was dying for him to give her any indication of what he was thinking but all she received was a placid cold shoulder. Looking at him as he looked at the cowboy Emma let out a sigh as the other male broke the silence.
Male:Just an over enthusiastic fan of your lady friend here, that’s all... she sure is a treasure.
The Kiwi was waiting for Ben to bite back, she wanted to hear the bitterness in his voice but instead she was taken aback by his cool cocky tone that was fighting back a chuckle.
Ben:So I’ve been told.
“So I’ve been told” That’s it? “So I’ve been told” that’s your reply? Emma watched on silently as the male beside her stood up and made his exit with a typical cowboy tip of his hat and a very toothy smile. Forcing out a wave she didn’t really acknowledge him as he left, Ben didn’t seem the least bit phased as he took a seat back down beside her.
Ben:Geez, I can’t leave you alone for two minutes without you attracting Walker Texas Ranger.
Staring up at him Emma’s jaw slightly dropped down as if she had misheard him, two minutes? Two minutes? Ben could tell she was pondering over something in her mind that brought a serious smile to his face. Leaning over towards her he nudged her shoulder.
Ben:What’s the matter Em? Cowboy Bob got your tongue?
The sense of mocking rang out in his voice as he nudged her side with his elbow trying to rattle a response from her cage. If he wanted to play, she wasn’t in the mood to play. Ah the joys of being female, the joys of being in a new relationship. Not knowing what to say or do she just looked over towards him and smirked, he was playing with her and she wasn’t going to back down.
Emma:I wish.
He didn’t even flinch as she blurted out those words, as if he was just naturally expecting them. Screwing her nose up Emma was trying to work him out but she was just coming up with blanks. Ben took a swing of his drink, before placing it down on the table in front of him. His eyes honing in on the label that wrapped around it tightly like a corset, Emma watched on as his fingers started to pick and pull at the bottle. It may have only been a few seconds of silence but inside her mind it felt like a decade. Running her left hand through her long red hair she rested her right elbow down on the table and let her head fall into her open palm.
Emma:Ben what are we doing here?
Tilting her head over to look at him, Emma watched as his gaze never left from the task of undressing the bottle of fosters. Looking back over towards her he brought his attention down into her troubled eyes, not liking the sense he was picking up he tried to lighten the mood.
Ben:I thought we were celebrating?
Raising his right eyebrow, he flashed her that charming smile that he always did. The smile that he used to use on her to get out of all sorts of trouble the one that made girls all over the world fall in love with him. Shuffling over towards her his right thigh that was covered in a pair of dark blue jeans rubbed against her bare leg. This should have been comfort enough, but that annoying voice kept talking in the back of her mind.
Emma:Oh...
His right hand came down and pressed into the light tan of her skin, tapping her there as if to give her some well needed reassurance. Her left hand instantly found a home on top of his right one as his fingers gently laced with hers as he held them together against their legs.
Ben:Spit it out Kiwi, you know I don’t like guessing games.
Using his left hand he brought his drink up to his lips, looking down at her from over the bottle. Emma closed her eyes for a few seconds before reopening them seeing that he was still right there beside her, wanting answers.
Emma:It’s just, it’s just... nothing it’s stupid.
She felt him tug on her hand as he gently pulled her towards him, her elbow came off the table as she leant into him placing her hand across his chest as he rested his jaw on top of her head.
Ben:Nothing can be that stupid if it’s got your panties in a bunch now spill.
Even though they were in a nightclub and there was a ton of noise around them Emma was only focusing on his voice, she had to and for some reason she couldn’t focus on anything else right now. As she hugged into his body deeper he could feel her body lift from a sigh, causing him to wrap his fingers around her left hand tighter feeling the desperate need to protect her.
Emma:Okay, but you can’t get mad at me?
Pulling away from his well defined and muscled chiselled chest Emma looked up into his eyes as he sat his beer down on the table. The celebrations of the night were all of a sudden put on hold by the little lady that was sitting beside him, looking up at him in some weird sort of desperation. Ben had never known Emma to be short with him, he had never known her to hide her feelings so he knew something was brewing deep within those sky high walls of hers. He knew that something was just itching to get out.
Ben:Scouts honour.
Flashing her that white tooth filled smile, she could have melted but she stuck to her guns. Emma wanted to get what she was asking herself over and over and over out. Reaching across the table she grabbed her wine glass and brought the etched crystal to her lips letting a small sip of the liquid between her lips before placing it back down. For some reason she was stalling, for a woman who was hell bent on getting answers she was sure as hell taking her time in asking the questions.
Emma:Ben... are we... are we... in an open relationship?
Keeping his smile on his face Ben looked down at her, he knew that something was troubling her he just didn’t think it would be this amusing. Cradling her arm in his hand he rubbed her gently as he didn’t take long to respond. A massive part of him knew that his rushed response would eat her alive more than settle her nerves.
Ben:Why do you want to be?
His confident accent came off more arrogant that it should have to her ears as she tried to pull back from him. Inside her stomach she was kicking herself of course he would want an open relationship, why type of man in his position wouldn’t? Feeling his girlfriend feel uneasy in his hands Ben held onto her tighter not letting her move away from him. The look in his eyes said it all he was amused, he had never seen her so fragile, so open about her feelings and yet she said nothing.
Emma:I... I... well no, unless of course you want to be than I think we might need to re-evaluate what were both doing here.
Her words were short yet spoken with enough drive behind them to give him a warning, she wasn’t playing around. The worse bit about this, was that he was still smiling down at her like he had just won the lotto. Emma bite down on her bottom lip as she tried to read into Ben’s thoughts she tried to see what he was thinking but it was useless this boys poker face was the best she had ever encountered. His smile might have been saying I’m just joking but the hardness in his eyes said he was deadly serious.
Ben:And what are we doing here?
Bringing his beer back to his lips he kept his eye on Emma watching her toy with the stem of her wine glass, her fingers running up and down the stalk with such urgency. She was nervous, another emotion that was new to her when it came to him.
Emma:That’s what I would like to know?
Looking up at him with those eyes that commanded the truth he settled them with another tight squeeze of her arm before running his tongue across his bottom lip as if to savoir the taste of his beer that had just been resting there.
Ben:Well I thought we were celebrating? I left you to go get drinks and you were super excited I come back from the bar and it’s like you’ve had a personality transplant.
Ben’s words were a little bit more edgier as he was playing the joker card, he had done that same routine since they were little. There was one thing that Emma knew about Ben, it was that he didn’t like to talk seriousness with her, he would rather just go with the flow. To be honest she was normally the same but something was different tonight.
Emma:I’m not joking Ben, what are we?
Ben:Alive!
A Loud sigh left her lips, she wasn’t impressed and he knew it. Pulling away from his a bit harder this time she managed to break free from his grip, turning more to face him she looked up at him from underneath her long black eye lashes. The angle he was looking at her gave off more of an impact than it should have and Ben shuffled un easy in his seat.
Emma:Stop, just stop.
Ben did just that as she watched the smile sink from his face as he grabbed onto his bottle of beer and brought it up to his lips once again. Placing it on the table he huffed, tonight wasn’t going the way he had wanted it to but he knew something like this would come up soon. There was only so long since their kiss that night he saved her before questions from either of them would be asked.
Ben:We can be whatever you want us to be.
The defeat was over powering his words, Emma could tell he didn’t want to have this conversation here but she wasn’t going to let up just yet.
Emma:You’re not putting this on me, you need to initiate the talk not me, and it’s what a proper gentleman would do.
Poor boy, he just can’t win. A laugh left his lips as he looked down at her, the desperation on her face was enough to fill his gut full of glee. She wanted to be his; she just wanted him to be the one to address it. Rolling his tongue over his teeth Ben placed his lips against her forehead firmly, soaking in the discomfort from Emma hoping that it would soon wash away.
Ben:Ahh, I see now... you want to have the talk?
Pulling away from her he looked down at her with those eyes that scream trouble, he was being serious with her but it was just in his natural ability to make everything seem so ridiculously sexy. Apart of her wanted to stop this conversation right here right now so she could just embrace him, so they could go back to having a good time, but another part of her needed him to say it. After all this was what she was fighting for.
Emma:I don’t want to do anything, I just don’t want to wake up one morning and find out you’ve been out all night with precious Blondie over there.
She couldn’t make up her mind, Emma didn’t want to force Ben into anything he didn’t want to do but she also didn’t want to look like a fool. She had never been this way with him before; it was a mixture of emotions she never wanted to show him again either. Emma knew she wasn’t needy, she wasn’t the one who needed to be reminded of how much some one cared for her, but tonight when she saw him at the bar she just needed to have confirmation that this wasn’t just a game for him. She wanted to know that this was real. Sure it felt real and back in the day she would have been happy with that, she would have been over the moon that no words were exchanged about their relationship status, but that was before. Before she left, before they fell out of contact, before he hated her, before... before... before... this was right now and right now she was putting herself first.
Ben:Aw is my little Kiwi jealous?
He reached out from her arm but she snatched it away from him. If the mocking tone in his voice wasn’t enough to set her blood to boil it was that damn smile that was plastered all over his face as if this was a joke to him.
Emma:But I’m not your little Kiwi.
Her teeth her clamped together in her mouth as she fought back to urge to yell at him. For someone so mind boggling sexy and often seen as the funny guy, he was sure as shit just as annoying when he wouldn’t just for five minutes be serious.
Ben:So you say, yet you bring up having the talk?
Winking down at her he took his drink and finished it, as Emma’s eyes just returned down to her glass on the table in front of her. Staring it down as if it owed her money before she finally closed them, feeling the prickly sensation of tears wanting to escape.
Emma:Just forget it; forget that I ever said anything.
Moments of silence passed and the seconds turned into minutes, minutes that felt like hours. Neither one of them making the first move, Emma was too pissed off while Ben was no doubt struggling with what to say. The moment was over, she had no doubt in her mind it wasn’t until Emma felt his forehead nestle into the side of her face as his lips dances dangerously close to her ear, leaving a small kiss underneath her lobe he softly spoke to her as if they were the only two in the crowded room.
Ben:Emma, you should give me a lot more credit than that. If I wanted to be with the blonde, or anyone else, I’d be with them. Like I know that if you wanted to be with Cowboy Jack you wouldn’t be still sitting here talking to me.
His accent when spoken in just above a whisper was enough alone to get Goosebumps to line her skin, but it was his words that were finally said with meaning that was rendering her body helpless to the effects he was giving her. Feeling his hand make its way up her body, she signed as it finally cupped the side of her face guiding her eye sight up to meet his. Not knowing how to reply she just said the first thing that came to her, while welcoming his warm gaze.
Emma:I don’t want Cowboy Jack.
Licking her bottom lip she sucked it into her mouth and held it there while Ben let out a little chuckle, his free hand came up to smooth down some fly away hairs on Emma’s head before his lips slowly but surely made their way just millimetres away from hers.
Emma:But I know you Ben, I know you get bored easily...
If she could slap herself she would as she instantly regretted saying that but Ben didn’t seem to mind as his lips came into contact with her stealing a light kiss that type that would leave her begging for more. Backing away his eyes stayed locked on hers as she looked up at him with such need, a need to be comforted, a need to have her mind put to ease.
Ben:Kiwi, does seventeen years mean nothing to you all of a sudden?
Emma:We were just kids then Ben.
He nodded as if he agreed with her fast reply but he wasn’t going to let her mind build with doubt for much longer he had to comfort her, it was his job after all.
Ben:Yeah, but do you really think I’m going to get bored of one of the people who has been in my life through most of the ups and downs?
Finally they were talking; finally she was getting what she wanted. Feeling a little selfish she tried to sink down into the chair but Ben wouldn’t let her he was holding his position with her making sure they held eye contact.
Emma:But after I left, you were so angry.
Oh yes the root of all of this evil over thinking, the past it was always the past.
Ben:Because you didn’t fight for us Emma J.
Running his hand threw her hair he tugged back on it slightly getting her head to jar backwards just slightly, opening her neck up for his lips that found a place to call home. As Ben started to kiss his way up to her jaw she wanted to give into his distractions, but she needed him to know the truth.
Emma:You don’t know that, you couldn’t see past your own nose when I tried to tell you my grand plan to stay.
Ben rolled his tongue over her soft skin before sucking it deep in between his lips before pulling back slowly. His smirk was wide and proud as he looked down at her as she tried to ease her breathing and maintain her focus.
Ben:Emma no matter what plan you had your father would have made you move back to New Zealand, so to be honest I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up.
Another patch of silence came over them as he looked down at her, he was right he often was. Reaching out he took her in his arms an cradled her into his chest, he didn’t want to talk about the past what was done was done but he knew that from time to time it would be the trigger to some of their issues. Emma’s hands wrapped around his waist as she hugged him tightly, closing her eyes as she felt his chin move away from the top of her head she knew he was going to speak as she felt him take a sharp gulp.
Ben:This is so unlike you Em, normally you don’t have a care in the world.
Running his hand up and down her arm he comforted her he was surprised at how open and honest she was being with him about their relationship. Something neither of them had been before.
Emma:I’m just scared; I’ve already lost you once I don’t want to go through it again.
Ben:I was never lost; I was in the same town you left me in for most of it.
Emma:You know what I meant.
The two shared a laugh, making light of the situation as Ben turned her face with his thumb and forefinger so now she was back to looking into his eyes.
Ben:Look, you know I’m not the best when it comes to things like this... but just know that I’m not going to have the last seventeen years of our life be for nothing, just face it Kiwi you’re stuck with me.
There they were the words that she needed to hear reaching up she thanked him by wasting no time in bring her lips to his. He didn’t hold her back either as responded with that same urgency she given him. His left arm locked around her tightly as she held onto him as if her life depended on it. His right hand still cupped the side of her face, helping guide their kiss as it deepened. His mouth opened playfully inviting her tongue to explore with his. His right hand brushed back from her cheek and into her hair, ruffling up her vibrant ginger hair as he didn’t want this moment to end. Emma’s hands slid up the back of his shirt, needing to feel his flesh on hers. Seventeen years, had finally paid off. Backing away from the kiss slowly the two couldn’t exactly make a clean break as they still stole small kisses from each other before Emma finally rested her forehead against his. Looking into his eyes with such innocence he smirked, as she fought for air.
Ben:Just don’t over think it again Emma; I don’t like seeing you so troubled by this. Let’s just finish your drink and then we can go home and I’ll prove how much you mean to me.
Emma:and how are you going to do that?
Raising her eyebrow at him he smirked, he knew what she was hinting at but even tho they were an item he wouldn’t rush the one thing she had left just for him. Her virginity. His right hand slide down her back has he gave the top of her behind a slight pat before following it up with a full handed squeeze.
Ben:Settle down Em, I was suggesting that we go home and I make you the luckiest woman in the world. You’ll get to rub my arching neck and shoulders while we watch Millwall on the big screen.
Emma choked back a laugh as Ben proudly smiled; she knew that was his ultimate night to sit in front of a television set watching Millwall, with a few beers and getting his back rubbed.
Emma:Oh wow, just what every little girl dreams of.
Her laugh was mixed with innocence but with a hint of playfulness as Ben held her in his arms not letting her go.
Ben:I wasn’t talking about every other little girl, I was talking about my girl.
Winking down at her before he brought his lips back to hers once again the two embraced, completely ignoring the outside world while they did so. When they finally broke for air Emma was quick to down the rest of her drink, sending a sense of powerful pride down Ben’s spine as he knew she wanted to get out of her and quick to spend the rest of her night doting on him.
Time to focus
Dear Diary,
One hurdle down, another one fast approaching. This Sunday I find myself tagging with Roxi Johnson once again with Joanne. This time taking on the deadly tag team known as the Fallen and fellow rookie Lizzie Short. If last week taught me anything it was that I can trust Roxi completely and I know her and I will work together well as for Joanne I’m hoping she is willing to let last week stay in last week and be happy to join us in the winning circle at Climax Control.
Not that I’m saying the Fallen and Lizzie will be easy to beat because trust me I know what type of girls they are. But in saying that I hold the advantage because they know basically nothing about me.
Gothika who is our current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell isn’t a lady to be sneezed at but she also isn’t the be all and end all, I know that she and Raynin can be beaten as a team after all we witnessed them get toppled by the unlikely combination of Misty and Odette. So just imagine what a team who are willing to work together could accomplish against them? I know for a fact that Roxi and I can work together and I have no doubt in my mind that Joanne will find her place in line beside us.
You see unlike our opponents this week there isn’t anything that separates our ranking. We are all even, equal if you may... each of us a free talent who can achieve and aspire to holding each and any of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championships. While the Fallen and Lizzie are divided by the knowledge of that one of them alone holds the “power” in the team. A known fact that must be eating Raynin alive daily, even tho she must deny it.
Denial it’s one of the many things that lead to unexpected slip ups and unexpected down falls and if I can be honest I’m praying that this Sunday it isn’t the Fallen’s night. I’m praying that Joanne, Roxi and myself can find what we need in the tank to defeat them.
To make this even sweeter, I’m praying that when the time for victory comes, it’s one of us over the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion Gothika.
No I’m not looking for a shot at her precious Championship belt; I’m just hunting for the silencer to keep my doubts at bay.
Come this Sunday there will be no room for doubts that lead to errors so consider this fact my wake up call.
At Climax Control I will endeavour do to my best in keeping my team alive, I will do my best to help Roxi and Joanne over the line after all I think it’s about time I put enough trust in myself to finally release the best side of me. The strongest side of me... after all I am from a respectable bloodline that has helped make me Kia Kaha. Being Kia Kaha has been one of the most reliable parts in making my life what it is today... my strength can’t be out measured or out weighed... plus you never truly know how strong you are until being strong in the only choice you have.
As of right now being Kia Kaha is my only option, failures not.
XXX
ERJ!
