Post by komoxsayxwhat on Jan 11, 2009 0:08:48 GMT -5
||Is this really all there is? Standing on the outside looking through the frosted glass. The war has begun, is it all just one big goodbye? Isn't there more to life than meets the eye? What is it that we all fight for? Is there anything worth it? A war has begun yet no one seems to care. Will loved ones be lost? Some may already have. Ego's will be crushed that is for certain. Entire belief systems shattered. This is all there is.||
/Those very thoughts run through the mind of Randii Todd. A girl who'd grown up defying the odds. Breaking the rules and not caring about anyone, including herself. She did what she wanted when she wanted and there wasn't a soul on this Earth who could stop her, or tell her no. She had come to CWF with those very beliefs. No one could stop her. No one could effect her. She was strong and even stronger willed. Unstoppable and set on a path of destruction. But something happened when she first arrived. Somebody happened. Randii connected with somebody unlike ever before. She'd never had somebody who could see into her. Who knew her without her having to say the words. Some one who accepted her and all of the crazy, moody, and general antics she displayed. Who was there with her every step, going toe to toe with her, who'd fight with and for her. Razor Rob had happened upon Randii on day one and nothing had been the same in her life since. Now she was finding herself alone. Sitting on the apron of an empty ring in an empty arena. No cigarettes or alcohol tonight. Just the small single serving size cup of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream. Cliche yes. But it was killing a craving that her smokes and JD couldn't. The little gold plastic spoon...if you could call it a spoon dangled from her lips as she sat swinging her legs back and forth. Malice Effect was only a few nights away. She had hoped Rob would have been there to train with her. That was Randii's weakness. Her sheer undesire to train. Never wanting to haul her ass to the gym. Never wanting to get in the ring and try out moves. When it came to the ring she was more instinct, and she just straight up hated the gym. That's where Rob would come in. Always managing to get her in and working hard. Trying things out, because she sure as hell wasn't going to do it by herself. She needed that kick in the ass, and he was always there to give it to her. Here she was, facing the biggest match of her career, and she was alone.\
//R3b3l Girl= Randii Todd\\ Was any of this worth it? Here is my chance to shine. My golden opportunity and I'm sitting here on my fat ass eating ice cream because I can't get up the drive to want to actually try to prepare.
/Randii leans back under the ropes now laying down on the ring staring up at the scaffolding in the ceiling.\
//R3b3l Girl= Randii Todd\\ God I suck. What the hell is wrong with you Randii! You have the chance of a life time and all you can sit here and do is wallow about not being able to enjoy it. Be a big girl, get your ass up and do something....
/Randii lays there for a few minutes before slamming her fist against the mat out of frusteration. Her head is obviously not where it should be...on her match and her opponents.\
/Those very thoughts run through the mind of Randii Todd. A girl who'd grown up defying the odds. Breaking the rules and not caring about anyone, including herself. She did what she wanted when she wanted and there wasn't a soul on this Earth who could stop her, or tell her no. She had come to CWF with those very beliefs. No one could stop her. No one could effect her. She was strong and even stronger willed. Unstoppable and set on a path of destruction. But something happened when she first arrived. Somebody happened. Randii connected with somebody unlike ever before. She'd never had somebody who could see into her. Who knew her without her having to say the words. Some one who accepted her and all of the crazy, moody, and general antics she displayed. Who was there with her every step, going toe to toe with her, who'd fight with and for her. Razor Rob had happened upon Randii on day one and nothing had been the same in her life since. Now she was finding herself alone. Sitting on the apron of an empty ring in an empty arena. No cigarettes or alcohol tonight. Just the small single serving size cup of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream. Cliche yes. But it was killing a craving that her smokes and JD couldn't. The little gold plastic spoon...if you could call it a spoon dangled from her lips as she sat swinging her legs back and forth. Malice Effect was only a few nights away. She had hoped Rob would have been there to train with her. That was Randii's weakness. Her sheer undesire to train. Never wanting to haul her ass to the gym. Never wanting to get in the ring and try out moves. When it came to the ring she was more instinct, and she just straight up hated the gym. That's where Rob would come in. Always managing to get her in and working hard. Trying things out, because she sure as hell wasn't going to do it by herself. She needed that kick in the ass, and he was always there to give it to her. Here she was, facing the biggest match of her career, and she was alone.\
//R3b3l Girl= Randii Todd\\ Was any of this worth it? Here is my chance to shine. My golden opportunity and I'm sitting here on my fat ass eating ice cream because I can't get up the drive to want to actually try to prepare.
/Randii leans back under the ropes now laying down on the ring staring up at the scaffolding in the ceiling.\
//R3b3l Girl= Randii Todd\\ God I suck. What the hell is wrong with you Randii! You have the chance of a life time and all you can sit here and do is wallow about not being able to enjoy it. Be a big girl, get your ass up and do something....
/Randii lays there for a few minutes before slamming her fist against the mat out of frusteration. Her head is obviously not where it should be...on her match and her opponents.\