SheBecameTheStitchInMyWoundI've kissed the lips of evil a thousand times. Every girl I've ever dated were whores. They acted like they loved me for the first two months. Every month, every week, every girl were all the same. They go and beg this man for for my approval only to go and prey for it to die in vain. I sit down with my thoughts. I've been alone now..for quite a while. I cut deep into the skin on my wrist. I watch the blood pour from the newly open wounds. I shouldn't do this over girls like them but I always thought they loved me. I take my pen and dip it into the blood. I write lyrics for my band. I sing and play guitar like Matt Tuck from Bullet For My Valentine. I look down at the black and red mess on the paper I'm holding. I think this song will become a hit. You know..with blood these lyrics came. I put the pen down and go to sleep. No need to stay up later than midnight. The school moring comes along and its the usual shit happening
ShootingStar-JeffHardyoneshot-Being a TNA Knokout is so much fun. It has so many perks to it. You actually fight, you have pretty cool story lines, most of the old WWE superstars are here, and you DON'T have to look like a slut or eye candy. It's better than the WWE Diva's.'Hey Star! How's it going?''Hey Anderson! It's going good. How about for you?''Pretty good! Can't wait to kick Pope's ass at Bond For Glory!''At least you don't have to fight for Velvet Sky.''True, True.'Velvet Sky and her chick, I don't remember her name, are the biggest sluts in TNA. I hate them and I DIDN'T want to work for her and her...puppet. Anderson walks with me to my locker room.'I'll meet up with you tomorrow.'He smiles and gives me a tight hug. He's come out and told me he likes me more than just friends. I told him I wasn't sure. He's sweet but I think I have my sites set on someone else. I slide open my door just to see the man I think I love; Jeff Hardy.'Hey! I'm sorry for being in here but I wanted to wait f
SecretRelationship-JackSwagger'But you can't leave, Mickie! You'rethe one who helpped me into the WWE!''Look, Hunter, nothing against you or anyone else, sweetie but I would love to become a singer. My dream of being a WWE Diva is complete. Now it's your turn to keep going. I'll vist you every time I get the chance.'Mickie, my older sister, pulls me into a hug. I can't believe she's leaving. The sister that got me into this business is leaving! I hug her back and start to tear up. I don't want her to go! Which girl am I going to team up with now!? She pulls back from me. I have my head down. I don't want her to see me cry. I whisper "good luck" and walk away. When she's out of my site I start to run. I was hoping I'd run into my brother, Mike or better know as "The Miz". I thought I saw him but I closed my eyes to run faster. I didn't realize who I have run into after my ass was on the ground. Jack Swagger, the man I have been crushing on since he debuted on ECW.'I-I'm so sorry! I should have been paying attenti
Mad Lib:WTDWYHACYou can always tell when you're getting a cold because your Mr Anderson will feel stuffy and you will have a Kurt Angle ache. The first thing to do is to take a couple of stitches. The get in your Andy Six and rest, and drink plenty of kool-aid. Sometimes it's fun being sick. Food is brought to you on a Hulk Hogan so you can eat and watch TV and your temperature is taken by putting a Jeff Hardy in your Evan Borne. If your temperature goes over thirty three/33 degrees, a doctor should be called. He will thump you on the Jacoby Shaddix and say "Woooo!". Then he will ask you what John Morrison you ate the night before and x-ray your stomach. Finally, he will give you crazy advice on how to get well. If you do just what he says, you'll feel bloody in no time at all.