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A Life Behind The Camera Lens - 31
When I woke up the following morning, I could hear a fit of… sneezing. Which was closely followed by meowing. It took me a couple of moments to remember what had gone on and to piece two and two together.
Big E was allergic to pet hair. He’d presumably found Rox’s kittens, or at least one of them. An argument appeared to be ensuing outside, and I recognised the voices. The yelling of the Miz, the screeching of Ziggler, the booming shouts of the Barrett Barrage… Linda was definitely involved, Kat’s mother and Roxie’s aunt… and was that the vampire speaking up too? My fellow Dubliner, Viktor? He seldom spoke up… particularly on the Miz’s side, and never when here were animals involved. He didn’t approve of keeping pets. But his shouts were quite clear, now.
“I’m the monster around here, and even I know that you don’t throw cats! PUT THE CREATURE DOWN!”
Sitting up in bed, I could quite cl
For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic“You’re so pathetic! You’ve been this pathetic ever since you left me and the rest of daily justice. You always were the weak link. You’re worthless! That’s all you’ve ever been. Worthless. It comes from your slummy British blood…”
The short redhead just mentally blocked out her former tag team partner’s trash talk. She’d heard it all before, it was just Brittany trying to put her down again.
“All of you English people are the same, drinking tea that’s been filtered through sewer water… no wonder you’re so full of –”
She stopped, being met by a curious glance from the short, pale skinned redhead.
“You know, Brittany… maybe you’re right. Maybe I am set to fail. But… for a pessimist, I’m pretty optimistic. You’ve hit that one wall, haven’t you? How are you finding your way around it? Harassing me, trying to tell me that I’ll neve
Hearts Full Of Hate - 5
Later on that day, just like the night before, JoMo could hear an arguement going on. However... he deifnitely knew the voices this time. And, this was in the corridors of tonight's arena hosting Monday Night Raw. He could clearly recognise the cries of pain of his old NXT rookie. The spiteful laughter of her long-standing enemy, the rich bitch.
This time, he was determined to break it up.
It was just around the corner that he saw the scene unfolding, Roxanna's long standing foe, Brittany Darkriser, standing tall over her, with the redhead curled up in a ball on the ground. Brittany wasn't alone in this assault. The company's resident whore, as she was affectionately known, Ginger Cross, also towered over her.
"Oi!" he yelled, "Leave her alone!"
His yells also attracted the attention of someone else. Someone that he was aquainted with but didn't know too well. But, she clearly knew Roxie. A tall, Celtic female with ginger hair parted into two high bunches.
The two bullying Roxan
A Hate So Divine - 7
Wait, what's happening?
Michael Cole gave out more cries of confusion and shock as the scene continued unfolding.
A sudden outbust of a familiar song broke over the titantron, and nobody quite knew what was going on. The sudden outburst of "She Loves Me Not" from the loudspeakers... what was Maxwell Ryder doing here? This even made Wade Barrett stop for a moment and stare -- no way in hell he'd expected to see his former NXT rookie make an appearance here. Hell, he'd already done his jobbing tonight against Randy Orton, so what was he doing here now?
Apparently, here to cause a distraction.
Which was exactly what he'd done.
Because this gave Lita the time frame she needed to sneak a win over Wade Barrett. Maxwell laughed as the crowd cheered, tugging Lita from the ring and raising her arm in sucsess. He laughed at his former pro, mocking him as both him and Jack Swagger glared daggers at him from in the ring.
Lita was confused and winded.
Why had Maxwell come out to help her? She didn'
A Hate So Divine - 5
The night dragged on unbearably slowly tonight.
Something wasn't quite right. She was pleased to see Roxanna, still somewhat locked up inside her shell, form a good tag team with the new girl, Heather Malcomb, and the both took down the team of Primo and Epico.
But she couldn't help but feel relieved when she headed out to the entrance of the stage, her theme finally striking up. It'd been the first time in a long time that she'd dreaded her match so much. As her theme ebbed away and the cheers died down, she couldn't help but feel a little helpless as up struck "End Of Days".
She had to face Wade Barrett. Having already dealt with Swagger tonight and calmed one of the younger divas to the point where she actually could fight, who then went on to win her match... really, she didn't feel quite up to this. But, her job was her job.
Only one thing could have made this match any worse than it already was. Nope, not just a TLC match with future World Heavyweight Champion Wade Barrett, even
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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