adora</a> <style> td { font-size:12px; line-height:18px; word-width:2px; padding:10px; } </style> </head> <body bgcolor=#fc004d><center> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="//ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </center>  <script async src="https://www.googletagmanager.com/gtag/js?id=G-4KX380T5BD"></script> <script> window.dataLayer = window.dataLayer || []; function gtag(){dataLayer.push(arguments);} gtag('js', new Date()); gtag('config', 'G-4KX380T5BD'); </script>  <geoads></geoads>   <TABLE border=0 cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=100% class=ThmBgStandard><TR><TD><FONT face="Arial,Helvetica,Sans Serif" size=2><DIV> <DIV align=center><FONT size=1><FONT color=#ffffff><IMG height=514 src="images/devolaytop.jpg" width=800></FONT></FONT></DIV> <DIV align=center> <TABLE class=NOBORDER borderColor=#000000 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=800 background="images/devolaymiddle.jpg" border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD align=top> <DIV align=center> <TABLE class=NOBORDER borderColor=#000000 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD align=top width=765> <TABLE class=NOBORDER borderColor=#000000 cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=2 border=0> <TBODY> <TR> <TD valign=top width=363><p align=right><b><i>[adora]</I></b> <P> <b>full name:</b> adora natalia reed<br> <b>date of birth:</b> april 23<br> <b>place of birth:</b> sofia, bulgaria<br> <b>height:</b> 5'7<br> <b>weight:</b> 125 lbs.<br> <b>wrestling style:</b> martial artist/dare-devil/high flyer<br> <b>finisher:</b> lady godiva blues<br> <b>finisher description:</b> draganrana pin<br> <b>entrance theme:</b> plastic by basia lyjak <P> <p align=right><b><i>[roleplay]</I></b> <P> <b>title:</b>wannabe<br> <b>people mentioned:</b> a lot of people<br> <b>people used:</b> adora, morgana <P> <p align=right><b><i>[match]</I></b> <P> <b>next match:</b>adora vs. the pink panther<br> <b>date:</b> 25/06/07<br> <b>event:</b> eternity thirteen <P> <p align=right><b><i>[sw]</I></b> <P> <b>alignment:</b> face<br> <b>allies:</b> morgana; leah petrelli; *******<br> <b>enemies:</b> destiny daniels; shane donovan; casanova<br> <b>record:</b>9/3/0<br> <b>accomplishments:</b> wrestler of the month (x1); face of the month (x1); feud of the month (x2); match of the month (x2); longest reigning sw television champion (120 days) <P> <b><p align=right><i>[handler]</I></b> <P> <b>name:</b> emy<br> <b>aim:</b> xxx adora xxx<br> <b>msn:</b> adora@nirvanaweb.com<br> <b>e-mail: adorareed@gmail.com</b> </TD> <TD width=40></TD> <TD width=360> <p align="right"<i><b>[ don't pat yourself on the back<br>you might break your spine ]</b></i> <P> "Woman, don't you think it's high time you got out of bed and reclaimed your position as a functioning member of society?" Morgana asked, one hand expectantly placed on her hip as she watched her friend scribble on the back of a Souvlaki Express delivery receipt. Adora still showed very little interest in her regular life -- i.e. her career, her social and professional relationships and anything else that extended beyond the walls of her now sty-like bedroom -- and she resumed her post in her bed immediately after her second loss to Casanova the previous week. It worried Morgana that Adora seemed more concerned about losing the ass groove in her bed than she did about losing her Television title. <P> "I will at some point in time," she assured Morgy unconvincingly, "just as soon as I finish this important research. Which is related to work, by the way. Anyway, you try having having the remnants of your uterus sucked violently out by a cunt vacuum. I feel like I drank a bottle of peroxide. I think I need more roasted potatoes and rice and saganaki to speed the healing," she grinned, adding an item to what was becoming a very long list of errands she wanted Morgy to run for her. "Okay, can you dig this?" Adora extended her arm, offering the piece of paper to Morgana, who looked partially irate and partially glad to help her friend back into normalcy in any way she could. <P> "Yes, Booker T, I dig you," she rolled her eyes before taking the list and reading the items on it. "You want me to buy you vampire lore books, Pink Panther DVDs, Greek food, Baywatch DVDs... wait, why Baywatch?" <P> "Something about the theme song just makes want to <i>live</i>, you know?" Adora replied dramatically, clutching her hands to her chest. "It's just like, wow, this is <i>life</i>, man." <P> "Makes sense, I guess. Plus there's lots of mesmerizing boob jiggling. What about the vampire books?" <P> "Eh, research on disproving what's his face's existence." <P> "As if we haven't thoroughly done that already. Clifford The Big Red Dog books?" Morgy asked, shifting her eyes curiously. "Where the deuce does that come in?" <P> "If I'm facing a cartoon cat this week, it's entirely feasible that I'll be facing a cartoon dog next week. I need to figure out his weakness before he can step on me with his giant paws!~That Emily Elizabeth cunt must have some weakess too -- I imagine she's his valet, so we have to watch out for her." Adora tapped her nose with a finger, nodding at Morgana as though agreeing on the importance of an unspoken secret. "Also, you might want to grab me a bag of Cheetos and maybe bring in Britney Spears; we need an expert on that cheesy cheetah dude." <P> "Uh...huh. You know what else might work? Doing your job to the best of your ability instead of moping about your room, which now reeks of flaming cheese." <P> "Half the battle's in yer noggin'," Adora informed her with a careful grin, tapping her head with her index finger. <P> "Then it's a shame that yours isn't currently screwed on right. Now stop tapping at yourself." <P> "And the other half is in yer peepers, 'cause if you don't <i>see</i> right, obviously the stuff in your noggin' is going to be all wrong," she paused there to snort and cackle incredulously, "and then battle's lost altogether. Vicious cycle, really." <P> "Uh... huh," Morgy shifted her eyes vigorously. "I'll be back later then. You get some rest now, my cracky wifey." <P> "Ow! Paper cut!" she heard Adora shriek as she gently closed the bedroom door behind her. "Cocksucking paper, always out to get me!~" <P> <p align="right"<i><b>[ never as good as the first time ]</b></i> <P> <i> Mere days had passed since she had collapsed in the bathroom she had seen as a symbol of his devotion to her -- a flimsy one, she now realized -- but she felt certain she had been laid up in her hospital bed for weeks. Even though sleeping was one of her favourite pastimes, she preferred to do it at home, in her own bed. <P> Where that was, exactly, she was no longer sure. <P> Moving back home with her parents was as much of an option as placing herself at Charlie's mercy ever again; after living independently from them for a year, and as a married woman, she couldn't quite see herself in her old bedroom full of Nirvana and Bush x posters on a full-time basis. The predicament infiltrated her sleep, peppering her dreams with visions of herself in a bed shared with her mother, father and psychotic husband. <P> Being awake was no better. <P> As her eyes fluttered open on what was supposed to be her final day in the hospital, she had no desire to be greeted by the smiling face of a man whom she now found repulsive; the very sight of whom sent waves of nausea lurching through her stomach. It was a foreign feeling that, for as long as she could remember, was instead an unfaltering desire and the butterflies of a never-ending infatuation. <P> "What the <b>fuck</b> are you doing here?" Adora demanded coldly, nearly leaping from where she lay to distance herself from him; any traces of fatigue and weakness seemed to dissipate instantly. <P> "Relax, baby," he cooed, rising from the chair he sat in. "I just wanted to bring you some flowers before I take you home." <P> "Take me <b>home</b>?" she half shrieked, her throat tightening around each word as she sputtered it out. "Are you batshit insane? Have you <b>always</b> been this insane, this deluded? Have<b>I</b> been so blind that I didn't see it?" She rose from the bed quickly, and her vision clouded momentarily as the motion dizzied her. She gripped her gown around her body protectively, as if there was something beneath the flimsy material that he hadn't seen and touched many times before. <P> "Whoa," he said calmly, putting his hands out steadily, as if to temper her anger. "What are you talking about? Maybe you're not as ready to leave the hospital as we thought." He inched closer to her now, making his way slowly around the gurney to where she stood. "We can get you someone to talk to, to help clear your head." <P> "Fuck off, you lunatic," she hissed, her jaw clenched with fury at this man who claimed to love her, yet thought nothing of manipulating her body, mind and <b>existence</b> according to his whims. Never had she seen him for a weak person, but now she understood that his insecurities crippled him to a point of mental incapacitation. <P> "I fucking <b>married</b> you; how did you read 'I'm going to be unfaithful and need to be more sufficiently tied down to you with children' between the lines of 'I do'? Are you really that insecure in this relationship?" <P> "Adora, what are you talking about?" he asked, his handsome face twisted with concern and his eyes so blank that it gave her chills. <P> "Get away from me," she said, her voice low and so even that she surprised herself with her composure, when she really felt like vomiting, crying and screaming all at once. "Get away, get away, get away," she repeated, her tone rising with each word. <P> "Baby --" He was advancing still, and she felt a corner looming behind her, waiting to imprison her with a maniac. <P> "GET AWAY," she screamed with her eyes squeezed shut, her voice cracking as the sound tore through her throat. <P> "Adora, be quiet," he admonished, as if he truly could not understand why she was acting so insane. The space between them continued to shrink, and he was close enough that her skin tingled unpleasantly in anticipation of his touch. She gazed into his familiar face almost remorsefully; she struggled to resist the allure of his familiar features -- a mouth that had made her weak in the knees before she knew what a libido was, and eyes that, despite how tacky a statement in sounded to be, read her mind with unsettling ease. <P> "Charlie --" <P> "It's okay, baby, just relax," he murmured, inching close enough to her to take her rigid, reluctant body into his arms. <P> Clenching her fists firmly, she gazed up at the ceiling, and, with a deep breath into her diaphragm, she screamed as loud as her battered body and lungs would allow. <P> <p align="right"<i><b>[ welcome to the psycho circus ]</b></i> <P> "I'm so sorry," Gina uttered for what seemed like the hundredth time in an hour, her voice so melancholy that Adora felt guilty for imposing such unpleasantness upon her. <P> "I'm just glad you're here," Adora whispered, her voice raw from a screaming fit like she'd never thrown before in her life; not even as a child. <P> Medical staff had invaded the room upon hearing her wails and pried her husband off of her as though he was a crazed stalker, and she was still unsure of whether she had lost the love of her life or had a massive burden lifted from her shoulders. <P> "I'm sorry," she repeated, slowly shaking her head from side to side, an absent glaze in her eyes as she stroked Adora's tangled mess of hair. The two lay together in Adora's hospital bed for her final hours of monitored care, indifferent to the fact that the mattress was far too small to comfortably accommodate them both. <P> "You're not the one who needs to be sorry," Adora spat, struggling to keep her mind from focusing on Charlie -- where had he gone? What would he do? <P> "Oh, he'll be fucking sorry. He's got nothing else to do in his life but feel remorse for what he lost," Gina promised her. <P> "He's all I fucking know." <P> "That's not true, Dorita." <P> "Gina, this man has been a daily part of my life since I was six years old; I have panic attacks each time I envision a day without him, because that's all I fucking know. I don't <b>want</b> to experience a day without him. I miss everything about him every second I'm in here." <P> "Dor, he fucked with your birth control pills and knocked you up like he was some fat wife on Montel with a husband far thinner and richer than she could ever hope to be; you don't need that fucking shit. He's going to be 25 soon; he needs to get his shit together." <P> "I <b>know</b>," Adora moaned, her head flopping to the side. But what am I going to <b>do</b>? I want nothing to do with my life up to this point anymore; it all makes me fucking sick to think about." <P> "Come on the road with me," Morgy said after a moment. "My contract with TWW is up soon... you could easily get a job with me, Dor, and then we'd be travelling all the time. It'd be amazing." <P> "Shut the fuck up." Adora gazed up at her friend with incredulity etched across her face. <P> "You've spent half your life training for it; why not? Just think about it! We could take over the wrestling world together!" <P> "Yeah right; what a sausage fest. A talented woman will always be jobbed to a man of mediocre skill. I don't want to deal with that shit." <P> "There's always a time for change, wifey -- and there's always people who instigate it." </i> <P> <p align="right"<i><b>[ eternity 13 ]</b></i> <P> <i> Okay, I've been slacking a little bit lately -- well, <b>a lot</b> -- and in doing so, I've created a sort of clogged toilet effect: if you don't flush all the crap and piss away regularly, it builds up and overflows and invades a world it should never see. Now, Morgy's been keeping up her end of the deal, but she's no plumber, and as such we have mostly halfwits for champs, and I'm facing someone who figures that wrestling is an easy way to clear gambling debts... or something similarly absurd. <P> I don't know, and I don't fucking care. However, I wouldn't mind if he'd introduce me to Foghorn Leghorn at some point, because I fucking love that <s>chicken</s> rooster. <P> What? Everyone knows I love kitties and all things pink; what am I <b>supposed</b> to say? 'F u for embodying all that I love and cherish?' How about I just give him a belly rub and we call it even? <P> What concerns me most this week, however, is the fact that Roxy Erikson still exists. When she joined our little establishment, I'm pretty sure everyone soiled themselves from the sheer force of their laughter, but she's still here and doing pretty well for herself. Obviously, this is due to utter fluke, low calibre of opponents and more flukey goodness. The talented people she beat -- namely Nikita, LSG and Jean-Paul Lacklan -- were probably too disgusted by being booked against her to even want to show their faces at the event, and I don't blame them at all. She looks like just touching her would cause one's skin to erupt in open sores and scabies tunnels. The rest of the people she beat are just laughable, and to be proud of that shit is absolutely ridiculous. <P> I'm eager to see how she fares against a real opponent this week, because despite any differences I have with Destiny Daniels, I can see how (hilariously) cruel it is to put Roxy against someone who, you know, doesn't blow chunks. <P> I know what everyone is going to say: What the fuck do I care about Roxy Erikson's match? Well, sorry guys, I can watch untalented people inflate themselves with undue entitlement for only so long before I lose my mind. Pretty much everyone she's faced deserves more glory than she does. <P> Roxy, honey, baby, sugarlips, labiacrusties: you are not famous, you are not interesting, you are not good at wrestling and nobody gives a flying crap about you -- which is sad, considering that you're a title holder here. There are reasons that DD, Morgana and I -- even Nikita -- have media attention on us frequently, and it's because we are veterans in this business. We've done this for years, and we've seen the likes of you come and go more often than you swallow back a mouthload of jizz. If we come off as entitled or arrogant, it's because we <b>can</b> be. So why don't you leave the clashing of large female egos to those who have paid their dues, and who actually have something to offer in a fight? <P> You are nobody, and unless Destiny Daniels mysteriously disappears before your match, you are not going to beat her. Ever. You might as well leave rehab and get yourself a consolation fix, because the more brushes you have with the upper card, the less you'll have to gloat about. <P> Be careful when you run your mouth, sweetums: the very fact that I <b>don't</b> have a title means that you should fear for yours, because if I <b>want</b> it -- I'm going to fucking <b>get</b> it, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it. <P> And dear Corey Ashton, <br> What did I say about Jeff Hardy? Hmmm? Way to not listen to me -- you're going to have to be a little more attentive in the future if you plan to ever get some of this ~hott action~. <P> I'm flattered by your attention; really, I am, but insulting my best friend isn't going to bring you any closer to me. I thought that by now people would realize that if they want to get on the good side of one half of Team Wifey, they have to get on the good side of the other half of Team Wifey as well. I believe the Spice Girls said it best: <P> <center>If you wanna be my lover<br> You gotta get with my friends<br> Make it last forever<br> Friendship never ends <br> <br> <br> ...ah zigazig ah!~#</center> <P> One thing I can say for certain right now is this: I will not be assimilated --<b>ever</b> -- into the Ashton family, so I hope that's not the goal here. Also, needs less threats of violence; that would probably work better on a woman who <b>doesn't</b> beat men up for a living. I can't really tell if you're trying to like, do me and have babies with me, or do me and then beat me in the ring. I get that you want to do me, but the rest of your motivation is a little unclear. Plz elaborate. And don't be an ass to my wife, or I'll have to cockslap you so hard that you'll have a mushroom bruise on your face for a month. <P> Lolz, see! I can act like a big man too. 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