Steve
the EX-QUEEN of FW~!
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-26-02 AT 08:56 PM (EDT)]So I’m just another nameless, faceless minion who has decided to f**k with you while you’re distracted by someone else.
What’s sad about you Eli is that you still haven’t learned...
...that’s life.
You’re not alone in ignorant bliss Flair, for years the fool was a part I cherished. What I was, I hated, which explains why your face, disposition, and general attitude bother me so.
You want me to talk to a woman you put through a table? Flair I’m not a bitch, and if you’re raising your hand to me you damn well better use more than an open fist. Is this what the great Eli Flair has come to, putting Eddy Love’s childhood whore on the shelf and running around threatening the Lost Soul with the same treatment? On most days I wouldn’t lie in Melissa’s old bed, but for Showtime why the hell not.
I look at your career Eli, and I’m amazed you’ve lasted this long. Everything you’ve ever cherished in the sport has left you at one time or another, yet here you are a smack upside the head away from parkinson’s disease.
Do you even know why you bother? Do you have any conceivable reason to get out of bed in the morning? For the love of the game, to be the best, to kick ass, they’ve all fit at one point or another haven’t they? The question that might save your ass is which one will you wear at Showtime?
I’ve considered the notion that I’m misguided in taking up Troy’s fight, but then I’m not all together certain I’m walking to the ring on Troy’s behalf.
Sooner or later, you would have eventually rubbed me the wrong way, it just so happens it came to pass pretty quickly.
Why fight the urge to beat the hell out of somebody? My Therapist encourages the need for a release. Actually she makes an insane amount of money off me for simply agreeing with every word I say, but there’s a sick joy in paying a woman for something, isn’t there?
Talk to Eddy Love. He knows what I mean.
If you’re distracted, stay the hell home and watch the Osbournes marathon on MTV, or chant F***ing serenity now for the entire weekend, I don’t care.
Personally, I’d rather you make the short trip and join us for a bit of fun. I wonder though, which Eli will show up, the man, or the scared little boy who always manages to stuff another bite of food in his mouth when he hasn’t finished chewing the one before it?
I took a long walk to fight my demons Flair and I found the distractions never tire of running to the sound of my voice. I’m offering you the chance to save some time and learn at my hands. It’s the man dance Flair, you get the first dance.
What’s sad about you Eli is that you still haven’t learned...
...that’s life.
You’re not alone in ignorant bliss Flair, for years the fool was a part I cherished. What I was, I hated, which explains why your face, disposition, and general attitude bother me so.
You want me to talk to a woman you put through a table? Flair I’m not a bitch, and if you’re raising your hand to me you damn well better use more than an open fist. Is this what the great Eli Flair has come to, putting Eddy Love’s childhood whore on the shelf and running around threatening the Lost Soul with the same treatment? On most days I wouldn’t lie in Melissa’s old bed, but for Showtime why the hell not.
I look at your career Eli, and I’m amazed you’ve lasted this long. Everything you’ve ever cherished in the sport has left you at one time or another, yet here you are a smack upside the head away from parkinson’s disease.
Do you even know why you bother? Do you have any conceivable reason to get out of bed in the morning? For the love of the game, to be the best, to kick ass, they’ve all fit at one point or another haven’t they? The question that might save your ass is which one will you wear at Showtime?
I’ve considered the notion that I’m misguided in taking up Troy’s fight, but then I’m not all together certain I’m walking to the ring on Troy’s behalf.
Sooner or later, you would have eventually rubbed me the wrong way, it just so happens it came to pass pretty quickly.
Why fight the urge to beat the hell out of somebody? My Therapist encourages the need for a release. Actually she makes an insane amount of money off me for simply agreeing with every word I say, but there’s a sick joy in paying a woman for something, isn’t there?
Talk to Eddy Love. He knows what I mean.
If you’re distracted, stay the hell home and watch the Osbournes marathon on MTV, or chant F***ing serenity now for the entire weekend, I don’t care.
Personally, I’d rather you make the short trip and join us for a bit of fun. I wonder though, which Eli will show up, the man, or the scared little boy who always manages to stuff another bite of food in his mouth when he hasn’t finished chewing the one before it?
I took a long walk to fight my demons Flair and I found the distractions never tire of running to the sound of my voice. I’m offering you the chance to save some time and learn at my hands. It’s the man dance Flair, you get the first dance.