Post by K.I.S.S. on May 15, 2015 21:46:21 GMT -6
Coming home after a long night out is almost never fun when the sun is already up. If you haven’t been to bed yet, the sun morphs into God’s flashlight beating down on top of you and there is just no escaping the glare as it tries to blind you on your way home. As Ashley Kenyon guides her black Trans Am up the street, she glances around, trying to keep her eyes open as she rolls, the combination of the lack of sleep, the continuing state of intoxication and the overhead sun combining to make her almost crash into a mailbox or worse more than once. She turns the corner and pulls towards her house, squinting to focus on the vehicles that should not be there in the driveway. She manages to pull the Trans Am in behind her old Bumblebee Camaro and frowns at the two other cars sitting there next to it.
An old early 90’s two-tone black and silver Ford Explorer and a white BMW...
Ashley Kenyon: Shit…
Ashley reaches for the keys, just for a second considering leaving and crashing elsewhere. Deciding that would be a really bad idea, she takes the keys and turns the car off.
Ashley Kenyon: This is gonna be hell…
She opens her door but remains in the seat, closing her eyes and almost hoping she’ll just pass out right there in the car. A few seconds later, a black and white puppy bounds up into her lap and starts licking her face.
Ashley Kenyon: Hi, Wolfie. Mama loves you…
She opens her eyes to see her five-month-old border collie, Airwolf, aka, “Wolfie,” smiling happily at her, excited to see her home.
Ashley Kenyon: Look at that face… you pooped in the tv room again, didn’t you?
As she pets the pup’s head, a voice she really doesn’t wanna hear now calls out from the doorway.
Ashley Kenyon: And now Mama’s gonna get it because she actually came home instead of being smart and going somewhere her big sister didn’t have a key to. God, I should have had Billy come pick me up…
She glances over to the doorway and can vaguely make out a blurry shape that looks sort of like her older sister. Ashley squints again, seeing the mouth of this shape moving but hearing nothing coming from it at all.
Ashley Kenyon: Wolfie… I think Mama’s still feeling last night a little more than she thought she was.
The pup just tries to bark, managing more of a squeak than an actual bark. ashley smiles, nodding to him before nuzzling his head. The blur by the door starts moving closer and Ashley braces for the coming storm.
Ashley Kenyon: Here comes God’s flashlight!
She closes her eyes and lets the dog go back to licking her face as the sound slowly comes back. When she opens her eyes again, her older sister, UWA World Champion Bethany Kenyon, is standing there looking at her expectantly.
Ashley Kenyon: Told ya…
Bethany’s frown actually deepens as confusion starts to overtake all the other emotions crashing into each other in her eyes.
Bethany Kenyon: Told me what?
Ashley can’t help but laugh, though even she doesn’t really know at what.
Ashley Kenyon: I was talking to Wolfie.
Bethany nods, not really sure if her sister is just drunk, lying out her ass or really was just talking to her dog.
Bethany Kenyon: Are you… ?
Still smiling, Ashley just sits there, her eyes closed again so that she doesn’t have to go blind from everything hitting her at once.
Ashley Kenyon: Um, let’s see…
She holds her hand out in front of her and the dog, opening her eyes to try and count off what all she’d had the night before.
Ashley Kenyon: Beer, Bourbon, coke…
She blinks as her hand seemingly starts to move from the place she was holding it to count.
Ashley Kenyon: Must’ve had something else too cause I’ve never seen my hand do that before…
Bethany’s demeanor loses the anger as worry starts to take over completely.
Bethany Kenyon: Where did you do this?
Ashley blinks her eyes some more, trying to get them to focus.
Ashley Kenyon: Prey and then Lis and Kel’s house.
Bethany’s eyes close as she silently thanks God that her sister hadn’t gone that far in this state.
Bethany Kenyon: Did you…
Ashley glances over at her sister.
Ashley Kenyon: Did I what, Bethy?
Bethany glances over at the cars and Ashley nods aggressively.
Ashley Kenyon: Did I get fucked up in front of Carrie? Did I go back and cheat on Billy by fucking her or Lis and Kels? Or half the damn bar?
Bethany can’t believe her ears, her eyes going wide in shock at her sister’s rantings.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash…
Ashley is having none of it.
Ashley Kenyon: Why don’t you just go on and ask me if I fucked a dog or something while you’re at it? Hey, maybe Sang Real showed up and filmed it, they seem to know so much about everything else we’re doing or maybe Silver Baron did since I heard he’s making porn movies now and that seems like the kind of weird ass shit he’d like when he’s hammered off his ass on that weird shit the Worleys keep selling him and my co-champion!
Bethany steps back, Wolfie climbing off Ashley and jumping to the grass near Bethany’s feet. He makes a beeline for the door where NikkI Peltier is standing and runs up to her leaving the two sisters alone for the moment.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash!
Ashley nods knowingly, fiercely.
Ashley Kenyon: Come on, Bethy, give it to me. Do you and Nik wanna go for it now too since everybody’s assuming I wanna do that anyway?
Bethany’s voice goes low, obviously hurt by this line of thought.
Bethany Kenyon: That;s not funny…
Ashley jumps to her feet, glaring at her sister.
Ashley Kenyon: Do I sound like I’m joking?
Bethany shakes her head slightly, her voice remaining low and quiet.
Bethany Kenyon: No…
Ashley slams her car door shut and nods even more forcefully.
Ashley Kenyon: You can tell Jezzy I didn’t go near her fucking girlfriend all night, I had Stephanie serve me just so nobody could start spreading bullshit about me and Carrie. So you guys can have fun teaming without me on Monday!
Bethany nods slowly in acknowledgement.
Bethany Kenyon: Have you checked your messages?
Ashley waves her hand dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: So I didn’t answer last night…
Bethany swallows hard.
Bethany Kenyon: NikkI tried to get you to do a job.
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: Was she gonna tell me about working the Christina one?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: We already got that stuff back.
Ashley’s eyes bug out of her head.
Ashley Kenyon: You…
She raises her hand and nods as if some idea is taking hold.
Ashley Kenyon: So you worked a big one without me but wanted me to do your grunt work, did you?
Bethany starts to answer but Ashley cuts her off.
Ashley Kenyon: maybe it was a good thing that I turned my phone off after a bit last night then since apparently i’m not good enough to work with you guys anymore. So who was, Jezzy? Nik? Carrie?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: We didn’t call Jezzy…
Ashley crosses her arms, looking way more sober now than she had been when she pulled into the driveway a few minutes earlier.
Ashley Kenyon: Who could you call then? Since you sure as hell didn’t call me for that one, did you?
Bethany takes a deep breath and braces herself.
Bethany Kenyon: The Dead Men and Sentinel…
Ashley’s eyes go even wider this time.
Ashley Kenyon: You…
Overcome by anger, she balls up her fists and starts shaking with rage.
Ashley Kenyon: I should have just…
She shakes her head, turns and storms towards her front door.
Ashley Kenyon: Leave my dog and get the fuck out of my house, Nikki!
Having heard none of the preceding conversation, Nikki’s jaw drops.
NikkI Peltier: What?
Ashley just glares at her friend.
Ashley Kenyon: You fucking heard me, kick rocks!
NikkI nods slowly and starts for her car, tears starting in her eyes. Ashley picks up her dog and moves inside. NikkI moves to her car, opening the door sadly. Bethany hurries towards the door, hoping beyond hope for something better.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash, wait, we can talk this out… we can fix it…
Ashley just stares at her.
Ashley Kenyon: You can’t, you’re not Mama!
She slams the door and Bethany stands there in shock.
Bethany Kenyon: We just wanted to know you were ok…
Ashley whips open the door and glares out at them.
Ashley Kenyon: I’m fine, now fuck off!
She slams the door again and watches through the small side window as her sister and her friend both leave in tears. A minute after they’re gone, Ashley goes back to the liquor cabinet, pulls out the first bottle she can find and pops it open.
Ashley Kenyon: Hair of the dog for the family bitch…
She sits Wolfie down and then walks over to her couch, sitting down, shaking her head in anger, shock and resentment with just a hint of sadness.
Ashley Kenyon: The Dead Men… why didn’t they just say it and get it over with? “Go get hammered and make porn or shake your ass at Baron’s place, Ash, it’s what you’re good at.”
She takes another pull off the bottle and shakes her head.
Ashley Kenyon: And I’m gonna have to see that lying fucking prick on Monday, too.
Setting the bottle down, she lets out a primal scream of rage before firing up her laptop.
Ashley Kenyon: The fucking Dead Men, the only way that could have been worse is if they’d said, “Oh we called Baron and Craven and had them help us because, well, fuck we just knew we didn’t want you there because you’d just fuck it up anyway!”
She takes another pull on the bottle as she sets up the webcam to be ready for a broadcast online. Nodding when the picture starts, she glares into the lens and cracks her knuckles.
Ashley Kenyon: So, whatcha know, Monday we get to have a match that nobody in it likes but they all damn well should because it’s all the champions in UWA at once, except for one, of course, and what did we hear? We heard Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown yammer on endlessly about respect they deserve and being treated shabbily even though they’re in the main event with the next pay-per-view’s main event participants.
She closes her eyes momentarily as incredulous anger washes over her. As they snap back open, she glares into the camera, shaking her head just a little bit.
Ashley Kenyon: Honest to God, you two just need to shut up and do something already! And no, getting shut down by the creepy new guy on commentary doesn’t count. The two of you walked into this company a year ago, started babbling about the way everybody looked and how you were born better and then proceeded to basically prove the opposite for the next twelve months and now, you start to right that ship and start punching holes in the bottom as fast as you can and then have the balls to bitch that your feet are wet?
Almost unconsciously, her right fist pounds on the table in front of her.
Ashley Kenyon: Fuck you both, nobody respects you because you’ve never done a goddamn thing worth respecting and you probably won’t anytime soon because you’re too busy pretending to be champions instead of letting yourself show you are! Bitch slapping your own partner doesn’t help even when it is the one person in the company who bitches and moans as much as you do in Lacey Roberts. She’s at least proven she isn’t completely useless at times and she can say she straight up earned what she has even if she tries to piss it away almost as much as you do!
She pauses to swallow, a rumbling in her stomach starting up as her head starts to throb again.
Ashley Kenyon: And in both cases, hey, at least you’re on the fucking main event match as opposed to the only championship not represented in that match, the one I co-hold despite the fact that the other guy hasn’t been assed to do much of anything since he scored a bullshit double pin and I get stuck with the Silver Baron, who normally, I would look at and think this might be fun but not when you’re doing whatever it is everybody keeps saying it is you’re doing behind the scenes with “Oblivion.” I for one don’t really believe that you were ever crazy, I’d just call it more being fucked up on the job as we’ve seen you do I don’t know how many times! Oliver told me I wasn’t a good representative of the company because I like to go out some but I have NEVER come to work even a little tipsy, much less as fucked up as you have and I’ve damn sure never tried to steal the spotlight on a show I wasn’t booked on by getting wasted and running around in a stolen golf cart screaming at the world to, “LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME!!!” You call yourself a pimp but really you’re the biggest attention whore on the roster because you will and have done literally ANYTHING to get people to give you just a smidge of the focus whether it was your turn or not!
She sits back in mock fear, her hands shooting up.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, have I called out the violent psychopath now? Have I made the mistake of angering the devil himself or is that just a gimmick that the Children and Joshua get to use when they wanna make fun of Kyle Travis? Oh shit, don’t shoot!
Rolling her eyes, her hands fall back to her sides.
Ashley Kenyon: You used to be something, man, what the fuck happened? The Sin City Knights looked like they were gonna BE something! You and Fraser Freeman looked like you would have been a great team for the ages if you’d just stopped waving your wangs at each other while you both pretended to be the guy in the know while arguing over who had the biggest set in the place! You even got other people who looked like they had something too and then…
She shrugs, shaking her head incredulously again.
Ashley Kenyon: Fraser Freeman gets beat a little bit and runs off like a little scalded bitch that had never visited a woodshed before, gets replaced with that straight edge jackass who turned out to be even more useless. You can’t decide if you’re a bad ass pimp, a killer comedian or a rampaging psychopath so you try a little of each and manage to suck at all of them and you get Craven to fight half of your battles for you because you’re too busy trying to be butt buddies with the guy tripping balls in a teddy bear suit! Now if you wanna be a gay furry, that’s up to you and you should embrace it but what the fuck happened to the guy that showed up here in the beginning, kicked ass and won the tag titles almost by himself? Where did that guy go because he sure as hell isn’t the one getting in the ring lately and if that guy isn't the one getting in the ring on Monday, Vince Jones isn’t gonna need an excuse to laugh at you anymore because I’ll have already shown God’s flashlight on you and exposed the world to the sad fraud Vega Knight has morphed into!
She swallows something back down and moves her head as if it hurts to stand up.
Ashley Kenyon: The World Player… right now, you’re not even the best “Player” in Vegas and if you expect to hang with either Vince Jones or me, you better go find that guy that first rode in here or you’re not gonna like what happens to this pathetic facsimile you’ve been giving us all lately! The Silver Baron should be a name people hear and go, “man, this week is gonna be a bitch of a match for me!” not laugh and go, “Jesus, how wasted is he gonna be this week?” That’s Tedman’s job and some of us wish he’d pull his head out of his ass a little more too! I’ll see you on Monday, Pimpy McWannabe, and I really hope the real Silver Baron decides to stand his ass up!
An old early 90’s two-tone black and silver Ford Explorer and a white BMW...
Ashley Kenyon: Shit…
Ashley reaches for the keys, just for a second considering leaving and crashing elsewhere. Deciding that would be a really bad idea, she takes the keys and turns the car off.
Ashley Kenyon: This is gonna be hell…
She opens her door but remains in the seat, closing her eyes and almost hoping she’ll just pass out right there in the car. A few seconds later, a black and white puppy bounds up into her lap and starts licking her face.
Ashley Kenyon: Hi, Wolfie. Mama loves you…
She opens her eyes to see her five-month-old border collie, Airwolf, aka, “Wolfie,” smiling happily at her, excited to see her home.
Ashley Kenyon: Look at that face… you pooped in the tv room again, didn’t you?
As she pets the pup’s head, a voice she really doesn’t wanna hear now calls out from the doorway.
Ashley Kenyon: And now Mama’s gonna get it because she actually came home instead of being smart and going somewhere her big sister didn’t have a key to. God, I should have had Billy come pick me up…
She glances over to the doorway and can vaguely make out a blurry shape that looks sort of like her older sister. Ashley squints again, seeing the mouth of this shape moving but hearing nothing coming from it at all.
Ashley Kenyon: Wolfie… I think Mama’s still feeling last night a little more than she thought she was.
The pup just tries to bark, managing more of a squeak than an actual bark. ashley smiles, nodding to him before nuzzling his head. The blur by the door starts moving closer and Ashley braces for the coming storm.
Ashley Kenyon: Here comes God’s flashlight!
She closes her eyes and lets the dog go back to licking her face as the sound slowly comes back. When she opens her eyes again, her older sister, UWA World Champion Bethany Kenyon, is standing there looking at her expectantly.
Ashley Kenyon: Told ya…
Bethany’s frown actually deepens as confusion starts to overtake all the other emotions crashing into each other in her eyes.
Bethany Kenyon: Told me what?
Ashley can’t help but laugh, though even she doesn’t really know at what.
Ashley Kenyon: I was talking to Wolfie.
Bethany nods, not really sure if her sister is just drunk, lying out her ass or really was just talking to her dog.
Bethany Kenyon: Are you… ?
Still smiling, Ashley just sits there, her eyes closed again so that she doesn’t have to go blind from everything hitting her at once.
Ashley Kenyon: Um, let’s see…
She holds her hand out in front of her and the dog, opening her eyes to try and count off what all she’d had the night before.
Ashley Kenyon: Beer, Bourbon, coke…
She blinks as her hand seemingly starts to move from the place she was holding it to count.
Ashley Kenyon: Must’ve had something else too cause I’ve never seen my hand do that before…
Bethany’s demeanor loses the anger as worry starts to take over completely.
Bethany Kenyon: Where did you do this?
Ashley blinks her eyes some more, trying to get them to focus.
Ashley Kenyon: Prey and then Lis and Kel’s house.
Bethany’s eyes close as she silently thanks God that her sister hadn’t gone that far in this state.
Bethany Kenyon: Did you…
Ashley glances over at her sister.
Ashley Kenyon: Did I what, Bethy?
Bethany glances over at the cars and Ashley nods aggressively.
Ashley Kenyon: Did I get fucked up in front of Carrie? Did I go back and cheat on Billy by fucking her or Lis and Kels? Or half the damn bar?
Bethany can’t believe her ears, her eyes going wide in shock at her sister’s rantings.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash…
Ashley is having none of it.
Ashley Kenyon: Why don’t you just go on and ask me if I fucked a dog or something while you’re at it? Hey, maybe Sang Real showed up and filmed it, they seem to know so much about everything else we’re doing or maybe Silver Baron did since I heard he’s making porn movies now and that seems like the kind of weird ass shit he’d like when he’s hammered off his ass on that weird shit the Worleys keep selling him and my co-champion!
Bethany steps back, Wolfie climbing off Ashley and jumping to the grass near Bethany’s feet. He makes a beeline for the door where NikkI Peltier is standing and runs up to her leaving the two sisters alone for the moment.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash!
Ashley nods knowingly, fiercely.
Ashley Kenyon: Come on, Bethy, give it to me. Do you and Nik wanna go for it now too since everybody’s assuming I wanna do that anyway?
Bethany’s voice goes low, obviously hurt by this line of thought.
Bethany Kenyon: That;s not funny…
Ashley jumps to her feet, glaring at her sister.
Ashley Kenyon: Do I sound like I’m joking?
Bethany shakes her head slightly, her voice remaining low and quiet.
Bethany Kenyon: No…
Ashley slams her car door shut and nods even more forcefully.
Ashley Kenyon: You can tell Jezzy I didn’t go near her fucking girlfriend all night, I had Stephanie serve me just so nobody could start spreading bullshit about me and Carrie. So you guys can have fun teaming without me on Monday!
Bethany nods slowly in acknowledgement.
Bethany Kenyon: Have you checked your messages?
Ashley waves her hand dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: So I didn’t answer last night…
Bethany swallows hard.
Bethany Kenyon: NikkI tried to get you to do a job.
Ashley shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: Was she gonna tell me about working the Christina one?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: We already got that stuff back.
Ashley’s eyes bug out of her head.
Ashley Kenyon: You…
She raises her hand and nods as if some idea is taking hold.
Ashley Kenyon: So you worked a big one without me but wanted me to do your grunt work, did you?
Bethany starts to answer but Ashley cuts her off.
Ashley Kenyon: maybe it was a good thing that I turned my phone off after a bit last night then since apparently i’m not good enough to work with you guys anymore. So who was, Jezzy? Nik? Carrie?
Bethany shakes her head.
Bethany Kenyon: We didn’t call Jezzy…
Ashley crosses her arms, looking way more sober now than she had been when she pulled into the driveway a few minutes earlier.
Ashley Kenyon: Who could you call then? Since you sure as hell didn’t call me for that one, did you?
Bethany takes a deep breath and braces herself.
Bethany Kenyon: The Dead Men and Sentinel…
Ashley’s eyes go even wider this time.
Ashley Kenyon: You…
Overcome by anger, she balls up her fists and starts shaking with rage.
Ashley Kenyon: I should have just…
She shakes her head, turns and storms towards her front door.
Ashley Kenyon: Leave my dog and get the fuck out of my house, Nikki!
Having heard none of the preceding conversation, Nikki’s jaw drops.
NikkI Peltier: What?
Ashley just glares at her friend.
Ashley Kenyon: You fucking heard me, kick rocks!
NikkI nods slowly and starts for her car, tears starting in her eyes. Ashley picks up her dog and moves inside. NikkI moves to her car, opening the door sadly. Bethany hurries towards the door, hoping beyond hope for something better.
Bethany Kenyon: Ash, wait, we can talk this out… we can fix it…
Ashley just stares at her.
Ashley Kenyon: You can’t, you’re not Mama!
She slams the door and Bethany stands there in shock.
Bethany Kenyon: We just wanted to know you were ok…
Ashley whips open the door and glares out at them.
Ashley Kenyon: I’m fine, now fuck off!
She slams the door again and watches through the small side window as her sister and her friend both leave in tears. A minute after they’re gone, Ashley goes back to the liquor cabinet, pulls out the first bottle she can find and pops it open.
Ashley Kenyon: Hair of the dog for the family bitch…
She sits Wolfie down and then walks over to her couch, sitting down, shaking her head in anger, shock and resentment with just a hint of sadness.
Ashley Kenyon: The Dead Men… why didn’t they just say it and get it over with? “Go get hammered and make porn or shake your ass at Baron’s place, Ash, it’s what you’re good at.”
She takes another pull off the bottle and shakes her head.
Ashley Kenyon: And I’m gonna have to see that lying fucking prick on Monday, too.
Setting the bottle down, she lets out a primal scream of rage before firing up her laptop.
Ashley Kenyon: The fucking Dead Men, the only way that could have been worse is if they’d said, “Oh we called Baron and Craven and had them help us because, well, fuck we just knew we didn’t want you there because you’d just fuck it up anyway!”
She takes another pull on the bottle as she sets up the webcam to be ready for a broadcast online. Nodding when the picture starts, she glares into the lens and cracks her knuckles.
Ashley Kenyon: So, whatcha know, Monday we get to have a match that nobody in it likes but they all damn well should because it’s all the champions in UWA at once, except for one, of course, and what did we hear? We heard Connor Murphy and Gabriel Krown yammer on endlessly about respect they deserve and being treated shabbily even though they’re in the main event with the next pay-per-view’s main event participants.
She closes her eyes momentarily as incredulous anger washes over her. As they snap back open, she glares into the camera, shaking her head just a little bit.
Ashley Kenyon: Honest to God, you two just need to shut up and do something already! And no, getting shut down by the creepy new guy on commentary doesn’t count. The two of you walked into this company a year ago, started babbling about the way everybody looked and how you were born better and then proceeded to basically prove the opposite for the next twelve months and now, you start to right that ship and start punching holes in the bottom as fast as you can and then have the balls to bitch that your feet are wet?
Almost unconsciously, her right fist pounds on the table in front of her.
Ashley Kenyon: Fuck you both, nobody respects you because you’ve never done a goddamn thing worth respecting and you probably won’t anytime soon because you’re too busy pretending to be champions instead of letting yourself show you are! Bitch slapping your own partner doesn’t help even when it is the one person in the company who bitches and moans as much as you do in Lacey Roberts. She’s at least proven she isn’t completely useless at times and she can say she straight up earned what she has even if she tries to piss it away almost as much as you do!
She pauses to swallow, a rumbling in her stomach starting up as her head starts to throb again.
Ashley Kenyon: And in both cases, hey, at least you’re on the fucking main event match as opposed to the only championship not represented in that match, the one I co-hold despite the fact that the other guy hasn’t been assed to do much of anything since he scored a bullshit double pin and I get stuck with the Silver Baron, who normally, I would look at and think this might be fun but not when you’re doing whatever it is everybody keeps saying it is you’re doing behind the scenes with “Oblivion.” I for one don’t really believe that you were ever crazy, I’d just call it more being fucked up on the job as we’ve seen you do I don’t know how many times! Oliver told me I wasn’t a good representative of the company because I like to go out some but I have NEVER come to work even a little tipsy, much less as fucked up as you have and I’ve damn sure never tried to steal the spotlight on a show I wasn’t booked on by getting wasted and running around in a stolen golf cart screaming at the world to, “LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME!!! LOOK AT ME!!!” You call yourself a pimp but really you’re the biggest attention whore on the roster because you will and have done literally ANYTHING to get people to give you just a smidge of the focus whether it was your turn or not!
She sits back in mock fear, her hands shooting up.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, have I called out the violent psychopath now? Have I made the mistake of angering the devil himself or is that just a gimmick that the Children and Joshua get to use when they wanna make fun of Kyle Travis? Oh shit, don’t shoot!
Rolling her eyes, her hands fall back to her sides.
Ashley Kenyon: You used to be something, man, what the fuck happened? The Sin City Knights looked like they were gonna BE something! You and Fraser Freeman looked like you would have been a great team for the ages if you’d just stopped waving your wangs at each other while you both pretended to be the guy in the know while arguing over who had the biggest set in the place! You even got other people who looked like they had something too and then…
She shrugs, shaking her head incredulously again.
Ashley Kenyon: Fraser Freeman gets beat a little bit and runs off like a little scalded bitch that had never visited a woodshed before, gets replaced with that straight edge jackass who turned out to be even more useless. You can’t decide if you’re a bad ass pimp, a killer comedian or a rampaging psychopath so you try a little of each and manage to suck at all of them and you get Craven to fight half of your battles for you because you’re too busy trying to be butt buddies with the guy tripping balls in a teddy bear suit! Now if you wanna be a gay furry, that’s up to you and you should embrace it but what the fuck happened to the guy that showed up here in the beginning, kicked ass and won the tag titles almost by himself? Where did that guy go because he sure as hell isn’t the one getting in the ring lately and if that guy isn't the one getting in the ring on Monday, Vince Jones isn’t gonna need an excuse to laugh at you anymore because I’ll have already shown God’s flashlight on you and exposed the world to the sad fraud Vega Knight has morphed into!
She swallows something back down and moves her head as if it hurts to stand up.
Ashley Kenyon: The World Player… right now, you’re not even the best “Player” in Vegas and if you expect to hang with either Vince Jones or me, you better go find that guy that first rode in here or you’re not gonna like what happens to this pathetic facsimile you’ve been giving us all lately! The Silver Baron should be a name people hear and go, “man, this week is gonna be a bitch of a match for me!” not laugh and go, “Jesus, how wasted is he gonna be this week?” That’s Tedman’s job and some of us wish he’d pull his head out of his ass a little more too! I’ll see you on Monday, Pimpy McWannabe, and I really hope the real Silver Baron decides to stand his ass up!
