Post by A Little Songbird on Mar 17, 2014 19:44:17 GMT -6
17th of March 2014
Paddy’s Day!
Taken from the blog ‘Just A Little Songbird’
Hai there!
I has been told that doing one of these little blog thingys is the way forward. Not entirely sure how it is supposed to work, like, but whateva! Anyhoover, my name is Anastasia Starling. Imma quite new to this whole wrasslin’ thing, at least on a competitive level anyway. I only started training a few months ago but I’mma learning quickly. I think?
Lemme just back up a little bit before I continue. I lived most of my life in a travelling carnival. I never knew my parents, never really asked anything aboot them to be honest. I asked one of the ladies at the fair once, but she just said ‘it wasn’t her place to speak’. Life at the Carnival was fun and I made lotsa friends over the years. Clowns, acrobats, trapeze artists, strongmen, even performing animals! It was great fun learning all of those tricks, learning how to entertain people (though it was usually when I fell over into a custard pie, but yanno!) and all that malarkey. Hey, I was also pretty good at tarot card reading. Actually I wasn’t, but I gots a really cool outfit out of it!
Anyways, one day a really nice man came for one of those tarot readings. Most of the time, the guys and gals at the fair wouldn’t let anyone come near me. Not sure whys, not like I bite or anythings. But he was allowed through for one reason or another. He seemed to like the reading I gave him, even though I pulled out the dreaded DEATH card. I was so scared when that happened. I usually leave it out of the deck on purpose, but he seemed happy… From what I could tell, he really didn’t smile all that much. Well, the very next day a very pretty lady in a gorgeous gown showed up. She said she was the man’s sister and she was a pro wrassler. Well, she said it in a very thick Frenchie accent. I recognised them both from watching wrasslin’ on my black and white telly screen that I kept in my caravan. Most of the time, peeps wouldn’t let me watch any of that, telling me ‘you should stay away from that world, it’s for your own good’. Big meanies! I mean, it just seemed like the carnival to me. The flashy outfits, the screaming fans, the whole entertainment of it all. I was mesme… mesmerised? Is that how you spells it? I thinks so. I just loved sneaking off late and watching it when no one was looking. Well, this lady, I call her Milady, offered to take me away from the carnival and train me up to be a big superstar. It was kinda a spare of the moment thing, but I said yus! I packed up muh things and off on my travels I went!
I stepped out from one weird world into an even weirder one. Gone were the jugglers and clowns and jesters of the only place I ever knew, and here I was in front of a load of completely different characters (with an equal amount of spandex!). Some of these peeps, ones I met at the (R)Evolution Dojo, were really really cool! I made friends with them sooooo fast. Guys like the Lawson brothers and Devan have been so lovely to me. Even the trainers, who are all superstar wrestlers like Jon Collins and Jaime and Wulf (who I didn’t like at first, but seems nice now but smells like yukky beer) and Heather (#HouseHalliwell!!!) and even old White Phoenix (who always seems so grumpy and frowns at me a lot when I play with muh phone ) are really nice. They don’t praise me as much as the others… If at all… Which makes me sad. But I’ll get there one day, I think?
Anyways, I has done lots and lots of training. I did some private training sessions with a FORMER WORLD CHAMPION in Heather Halliwell. Most of them were dancey lessons, but I thinks I learned a lot about balance in those (Imma so clumsy). Also had some classes with Mr. Wulf, but I don’t thinks Imma gonna try any headbutts. I also did a weekend class with Mr. Lifer, but I just threw pie at people. Was soooo much fun!
But I must get onto the next part. I was told that I must talk aboot my opponents for my next match. Mr. Collins tried to tell me aboot the art of promo thingys, but I just can’t seem to get the hang of it. So instead Imma gonna write about it here. Are you ready? ARE YOU READY?
Hai opponents.
Wait a minute… who Imma facing…
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Oh dear…
Well this is gonna be a big challenge. Last time I went against another couple of trainees, but this time Imma going up against two guys who have wrassled on the world’s biggest stage? OMG!!
Deacon is like, scary big and he is sided with those nasty men who go around trying to hurt everyone and anyone, Gods & Munsters. They must really be big fans of 1960’s horror sitcoms, never thought that would be a suitable name for a wrassling group. I don’t think Deacon is all bad though, I think he is simply copying off whatever Jerry Matthews does and says. Now that is a meanie! He is supposed to be a priest, a man that helps those in need and spreads the word of that Mexican guy. But noooo. He is a phony, a big, bad phony just like Deacon.. But I think Deacon could do better. He can learns the lesson of his ways, I think. He just needs to stop following Jerry around like a little lost female puppy.
Kylar Stark is straaaaange though. Not seen him on the telly show in a very long time. He won lotsa matches early on, but was really cruel the way that he did it. Milady once said he was a very handsome man, but his…. What was it? Oh, ‘he has the mind-set of a shark, but the intellect of a goldfish’. Yay, that was it. Also, I’m pretty sure I once saw him wear a dress. I was told it was something called a ‘sarong’ or sumfin like that, but it sure looked like a dress to me. And I was always told, never trust a man who is wearing a skirt!
Now these peeps are very talented and very vicious. All alone I wouldn’t have a chance in smell. But I’m not alone at all! I get to tag team with my BFF 4EVA, COYOTE!!! (My twitter friend Jacki will disagree, but all she does is send me piccys of her bewbs
) Coyote is the best friend I have made here seen I joined this business. And he is really strong and really tough and I thinks he is the very best student at the Dojo! He has years of experience and has all the skills to be super good in this sport! I am soooo pleased that he asked me to be his tag team partner. Well, he text me. That’s cause he has taken a vow of silence, but he is allowed to text me and tweet me and stuff. Wish I knew what he was thinking half the time, but when we are in the ring it just works somehow. That is one massive edge we have over Deacon and the cross dresser. We train together nearly every day, we have dinner and milkshakes and ice cream and plot our moves and strategy. I don’t even thinks they have even met each other. We are a proper team (really needs a name though) and they are just two random nasty men that are in it for themselves!So there we go. That is my blog thingy for today! Imma gonna go out and see if anyone has heard any news on Milady (I miss her soooooo sooooo much. She’s like the bigger sister that I never had) then meets Wiley (that’s what I call Coyote. Such a coooolio nickname!!!) for snacks! Hopefully the luck of the Irish will be on muh side.
Cheer for me! It’s only muh second ever match and I really wants to win!
Here’s a picture of kitties fighting! They are cute and cuddly and sweet but they can fight hard too! Just like ME!!!
BAI!!!
