Post by Alexis Caffrey on Jun 26, 2017 4:18:31 GMT
The scene opens, and you can hear the sounds of my sometimes non-sensical wife laughing off camera. She skips onto the scene and spins around, pretty much loving life and anything that comes with it at the moment. She turns to the camera with a huge smile on her face, jumping and pointing her feet forward before beginning.
My silly little Barbie doll, how are we today? Bitchy? Moody? Unpleasant? Is it that time of the month? No matter cause, please, just settle down a bit, have a seat, and get ready, because it’s time for a bit of storytime, and I personally can’t wait.
She sits Indian Style, right there in the grass, her hands folded in front of her.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Paige. She scratched and clawed her way to the IWF and tried her hardest to make a huge impact. Her and her sister would flaunt around, with their good looks and their amazingly perfect hair, and they’d have a good old time telling everyone who would listen that it was their time, and they wouldn’t be stopped.
But there was a problem.
No matter how hard the girls screamed, no matter how much they stomped their feet, they just couldn’t get anywhere in the land of professional wrestling. They’d sit in the back, propped up against the wall, frustrated with what was going on, letting out a good cry once in a blue moon, and then…
She jumps up to her feet and throws her arms out to the side.
A perfect little angel came to the rescue. She wanted to make an impact, not just inside the ring, but out of it as well. This was a cutthroat business, one where any girl would stab another in the back just to get ahead, only to watch opportunity pass them by and bitch and moan that it just wasn’t the right place or the right time.
The angel…
She points her thumbs up at herself.
That’d be me, decided that she wanted to create a healthy environment; an environment where the girls could all succeed rather than the hot potato challenger route of those who came before her. She recruited the Garcia’s under her outstretched wing and took them in, teaching them the ins and outs like nobody had bothered to do for her from a female perspective. She wanted to give them guidance, and all along, there was indeed an ulterior motive of having back up at the same time.
She sits back down.
It worked out for everyone involved. The Angel, me, kept her title, her baby, her pride and joy for a very long time. The girls learned everything they could, and after the Angel got hurt, they were allowed to fly the coup and spread their own wings.
They’d fly higher than anyone, even the angel could imagine, flapping their wings, one of them winning championships of her own while the other supported her as a good sister would.
The angel, loving and caring as ever, returned to see the glory of her students, surprised by the venom that would be spewed at her. She tried to set things straight in the spirit of good competition, and yet, was turned away by a vile act from her favorite pupils.
This angered the Angel and now it was time for the twins to feel her wrath. Come Bloody Assizes, the bell will toll and the Angel will exact her revenge. The pupil will cry that it was the wrong place at the wrong time, or that she wasn’t ready and the Angel will look down with a smile on her face, nod her head and say…
I taught you everything you know...but not everything that I know. Learn your place...beneath me.
She jumped up from the grass again and blew a kiss to the screen before skipping off out of sight.
My silly little Barbie doll, how are we today? Bitchy? Moody? Unpleasant? Is it that time of the month? No matter cause, please, just settle down a bit, have a seat, and get ready, because it’s time for a bit of storytime, and I personally can’t wait.
She sits Indian Style, right there in the grass, her hands folded in front of her.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Paige. She scratched and clawed her way to the IWF and tried her hardest to make a huge impact. Her and her sister would flaunt around, with their good looks and their amazingly perfect hair, and they’d have a good old time telling everyone who would listen that it was their time, and they wouldn’t be stopped.
But there was a problem.
No matter how hard the girls screamed, no matter how much they stomped their feet, they just couldn’t get anywhere in the land of professional wrestling. They’d sit in the back, propped up against the wall, frustrated with what was going on, letting out a good cry once in a blue moon, and then…
She jumps up to her feet and throws her arms out to the side.
A perfect little angel came to the rescue. She wanted to make an impact, not just inside the ring, but out of it as well. This was a cutthroat business, one where any girl would stab another in the back just to get ahead, only to watch opportunity pass them by and bitch and moan that it just wasn’t the right place or the right time.
The angel…
She points her thumbs up at herself.
That’d be me, decided that she wanted to create a healthy environment; an environment where the girls could all succeed rather than the hot potato challenger route of those who came before her. She recruited the Garcia’s under her outstretched wing and took them in, teaching them the ins and outs like nobody had bothered to do for her from a female perspective. She wanted to give them guidance, and all along, there was indeed an ulterior motive of having back up at the same time.
She sits back down.
It worked out for everyone involved. The Angel, me, kept her title, her baby, her pride and joy for a very long time. The girls learned everything they could, and after the Angel got hurt, they were allowed to fly the coup and spread their own wings.
They’d fly higher than anyone, even the angel could imagine, flapping their wings, one of them winning championships of her own while the other supported her as a good sister would.
The angel, loving and caring as ever, returned to see the glory of her students, surprised by the venom that would be spewed at her. She tried to set things straight in the spirit of good competition, and yet, was turned away by a vile act from her favorite pupils.
This angered the Angel and now it was time for the twins to feel her wrath. Come Bloody Assizes, the bell will toll and the Angel will exact her revenge. The pupil will cry that it was the wrong place at the wrong time, or that she wasn’t ready and the Angel will look down with a smile on her face, nod her head and say…
I taught you everything you know...but not everything that I know. Learn your place...beneath me.
She jumped up from the grass again and blew a kiss to the screen before skipping off out of sight.
Well howdy there pardner.