Post by Molly Cyrus on Nov 20, 2015 14:05:07 GMT
Did you think I forgot about you?
Just like I bet you wish you could forget about me...I can't just forget about you that easy.
You...bitches.
All of you.
You're little powdered up, hearts on your sleeve, cry me a river over a shitty love story bitches.
That, or you're hard ass, acts like they're a man but still wears diamonds and shit bitch.
Really, there's a lot of those in Tokyo these days. Bitches who just think they're the shit.
And there's there's me and Tammy.
We ARE the shit.
Who the fuck are the rest of you again?
Who the fuck is Kaya Lovelace and whatever partner she thinks she has that's coming in? Who the fuck are they to say that they're better than us? Twitter talk is one thing. This is something else. I can get along with you long enough to avoid getting my ass kicked, but make no mistake about it: I don't care about you or who you got with you. Tag me and I'll tag you back. Fuck with me and I'll cut that hand off.
I'm not happy about this partnership either. Being thrown into a makeshift tag team when the managemeent knows I have a partner is beyond retarded. I would much rather lay on my back next to Tammy than get my hand raised with you, but if you can comprehend why I just said that, maybe we'll get along better than I thought. Let's just focus on catching those two bitches' feet and breaking them off. Trust me, they'll be trying to kick us all night.
Yeah, I know your names. May and June. Or, sorry, Meiko and Junko. We ARE in your neck of the woods, I'll use those names for you. Or I can refer to you collectively as Team PRD.
I know your names. I know you like to use your feet and act like you're some kind of pop stars.
But who the fuck are you again?
You couldn't get the job done in GPW. You couldn't even beat Fire & Ice, and you got two chances. If Tammy and I had gotten just one, we'd have won those belts and still have them even after the company died, like you two are going to if you get too close to me. So who are you again? Team PRD? May and June?
It's not fuckin' summertime. It's not warm and fuzzy around here anymore.
It's winter. It's cold. It's blank. It's desolate.
It's a place you two shouldn't be right now.
Go home, girls.
Before Molly makes a point out of you two...and uses it to spear the rest of Seishin to the wall.
I'm not twerking around...
Just like I bet you wish you could forget about me...I can't just forget about you that easy.
You...bitches.
All of you.
You're little powdered up, hearts on your sleeve, cry me a river over a shitty love story bitches.
That, or you're hard ass, acts like they're a man but still wears diamonds and shit bitch.
Really, there's a lot of those in Tokyo these days. Bitches who just think they're the shit.
And there's there's me and Tammy.
We ARE the shit.
Who the fuck are the rest of you again?
Who the fuck is Kaya Lovelace and whatever partner she thinks she has that's coming in? Who the fuck are they to say that they're better than us? Twitter talk is one thing. This is something else. I can get along with you long enough to avoid getting my ass kicked, but make no mistake about it: I don't care about you or who you got with you. Tag me and I'll tag you back. Fuck with me and I'll cut that hand off.
I'm not happy about this partnership either. Being thrown into a makeshift tag team when the managemeent knows I have a partner is beyond retarded. I would much rather lay on my back next to Tammy than get my hand raised with you, but if you can comprehend why I just said that, maybe we'll get along better than I thought. Let's just focus on catching those two bitches' feet and breaking them off. Trust me, they'll be trying to kick us all night.
Yeah, I know your names. May and June. Or, sorry, Meiko and Junko. We ARE in your neck of the woods, I'll use those names for you. Or I can refer to you collectively as Team PRD.
I know your names. I know you like to use your feet and act like you're some kind of pop stars.
But who the fuck are you again?
You couldn't get the job done in GPW. You couldn't even beat Fire & Ice, and you got two chances. If Tammy and I had gotten just one, we'd have won those belts and still have them even after the company died, like you two are going to if you get too close to me. So who are you again? Team PRD? May and June?
It's not fuckin' summertime. It's not warm and fuzzy around here anymore.
It's winter. It's cold. It's blank. It's desolate.
It's a place you two shouldn't be right now.
Go home, girls.
Before Molly makes a point out of you two...and uses it to spear the rest of Seishin to the wall.
I'm not twerking around...