1. If Mickie were a car, what kind of car would she be?
She’d be a Porsche, because she’s small, elegant, and powerful.
2. If Mickie were an animal, what kind of animal would she be?
I’d say a horse, because she loves them so much. But I personally see her as a bunny rabbit because of the way she bounces and hops down to the ring.
3. If Mickie were a beverage, what kind would she be?
Coffee, because she’s so lively and full of energy like she’s had too much coffee.
4. If Mickie were food, what kind would she be?
She’d be a Twinkie, because she all sweet and sugary.
5. If Mickie were a song, what song would she be?
I’m Just A Girl – No Doubt
6. If Mickie were a cartoon character, who would she be?
Babs Bunny
7. If Mickie were an actress, who would she be?
Sarah Michelle Gellar, because they’re both the same height.
8. If Mickie were a carnival ride, what would she be?
A rollercoaster, because during her Trish stalker phase her emotions were like a rollercoaster ride.
9. If Mickie were a flower, what flower would she be?
A dandelion, because she’s bright, and persistent.
10. If Mickie were an article of clothing, what would she be?
A short skirt, because when I think of her attire I always see her in one of those short skirts she always wears in the ring.
11. If Mickie were a musical instrument, what would she be?
A cello, because her and cello are about the same height, and shaped similar.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Why I like Women's wrestling
*On a Mickie fan forum/site called The New Extreme http://thenewextreme.com/ somebody asked why it was that we liked girls wrestling, and what lead us to it. And so this was my response*
Well, I like girls... and I like wrestling; thus girls wrestling is the ultimate.
I remember back in the late 90's when Stone Cold Steve Austin was a wrestling god carrying the industry on his back. I didn't care for women's wrestling back then for several reasons:
1. The girls lacked the strength required to do any spectacular tosses and throws.
2. The girls just lacked the ability to perform realistically.
3. Women's matches were nothing more than sex kitten matches; an excuse to show girls in bikinis wiggling around.
I remember not liking female wrestling, but always wishing they'd either do away with it, or at least give these matches some dignity.
Then came Lita. I thought Lita was the coolest woman in the world. She's the one that actually made me want to watch a match between two women. But still, the entire division was treated like a joke, and the matches were just excuses to show eye candy.
The difference was that when Lita entered the picture, it began bothering me more and more that the women's matches were being degraded by bra and panties matches, mud wrestling and other stupid crap. I figured with Lita wrestling, they ought to really do something with the women’s division. Lita can wrestle, see girls can wrestle, give them a chance.
Then I remember Molly Holly, It was like the second coming of Lita.
Then came Trish Stratus; I really could not stand her. Yeah she was hot, but she was such a stupid T&A untalented bimbo. And then they gave her the women's title, and it totally pissed me off that her character became super tough, and she held the belt, just because she was hot looking.
However, as time went by, I noticed Trish improving. Eventually, within the last year or two, I came to respect Trish, but not as much as Lita or Molly Holly.
The women's division was sometimes slightly interesting, and some times pure crap.
Then came Mickie James.
When I first saw Mickie saving Trish, two things came to my mind.
1. Here we go with another Sable and Torrie storyline.
2. Is that Mickie character an Indian, or part Indian? She looks like Pocahontas.
Well after a few weeks, this Mickie character became rather interesting. after a few more weeks, she became very interesting. After a month, she became truly awesome. I would really want to see what Mickie was going to say to Trish next, or what crazy thing she was going to do.
I became fascinated with Mickie. I thought her character was unique, very interesting, and she was great in the ring, and very pretty.
By the time she turned on Trish, I was already hooked on Mickie.
And this might sound really weird, maybe even disturbing, but when I totally fell into Mickie worship was after this one particular scene where she got her nose bloodied, and she wiped the blood with her hand, then tasted her blood, and laughed about it.
That was just totally awesome. She wasn't crying like a little priss. In that brief moment, her psycho persona became ultra convincing.
For me, it was a defining moment in the psycho stalker Mickie character.
And of course Mickie went on to impress me in interviews, and in the ring. And she just kept getting funnier, and crazier, and prettier as time went on.
and of course the more time I spent at Mickie's forum, talking about her, praising her, and all the time I spent making Mickie pictures and banners, and those three shirt concepts, and hoping she might see one of my posts and know I exist, I just totally became obsessed with Mickie.
And now I am a total Mickie maniac, and Mickie has breathed new life into women's wrestling. My interest in women's wrestling goes beyond just Mickie; but into the entire genre of female wrestling.
Hopefully I am not the only one that feels this way. Hopefully many other guys have come to respect women’s wrestling due to people like Lita, Molly Holly, and Mickie James. If so, than it is fair to say Mickie is a hero to the industry of women’s wrestling.
Well, I like girls... and I like wrestling; thus girls wrestling is the ultimate.
I remember back in the late 90's when Stone Cold Steve Austin was a wrestling god carrying the industry on his back. I didn't care for women's wrestling back then for several reasons:
1. The girls lacked the strength required to do any spectacular tosses and throws.
2. The girls just lacked the ability to perform realistically.
3. Women's matches were nothing more than sex kitten matches; an excuse to show girls in bikinis wiggling around.
I remember not liking female wrestling, but always wishing they'd either do away with it, or at least give these matches some dignity.
Then came Lita. I thought Lita was the coolest woman in the world. She's the one that actually made me want to watch a match between two women. But still, the entire division was treated like a joke, and the matches were just excuses to show eye candy.
The difference was that when Lita entered the picture, it began bothering me more and more that the women's matches were being degraded by bra and panties matches, mud wrestling and other stupid crap. I figured with Lita wrestling, they ought to really do something with the women’s division. Lita can wrestle, see girls can wrestle, give them a chance.
Then I remember Molly Holly, It was like the second coming of Lita.
Then came Trish Stratus; I really could not stand her. Yeah she was hot, but she was such a stupid T&A untalented bimbo. And then they gave her the women's title, and it totally pissed me off that her character became super tough, and she held the belt, just because she was hot looking.
However, as time went by, I noticed Trish improving. Eventually, within the last year or two, I came to respect Trish, but not as much as Lita or Molly Holly.
The women's division was sometimes slightly interesting, and some times pure crap.
Then came Mickie James.
When I first saw Mickie saving Trish, two things came to my mind.
1. Here we go with another Sable and Torrie storyline.
2. Is that Mickie character an Indian, or part Indian? She looks like Pocahontas.
Well after a few weeks, this Mickie character became rather interesting. after a few more weeks, she became very interesting. After a month, she became truly awesome. I would really want to see what Mickie was going to say to Trish next, or what crazy thing she was going to do.
I became fascinated with Mickie. I thought her character was unique, very interesting, and she was great in the ring, and very pretty.
By the time she turned on Trish, I was already hooked on Mickie.
And this might sound really weird, maybe even disturbing, but when I totally fell into Mickie worship was after this one particular scene where she got her nose bloodied, and she wiped the blood with her hand, then tasted her blood, and laughed about it.
That was just totally awesome. She wasn't crying like a little priss. In that brief moment, her psycho persona became ultra convincing.
For me, it was a defining moment in the psycho stalker Mickie character.
And of course Mickie went on to impress me in interviews, and in the ring. And she just kept getting funnier, and crazier, and prettier as time went on.
and of course the more time I spent at Mickie's forum, talking about her, praising her, and all the time I spent making Mickie pictures and banners, and those three shirt concepts, and hoping she might see one of my posts and know I exist, I just totally became obsessed with Mickie.
And now I am a total Mickie maniac, and Mickie has breathed new life into women's wrestling. My interest in women's wrestling goes beyond just Mickie; but into the entire genre of female wrestling.
Hopefully I am not the only one that feels this way. Hopefully many other guys have come to respect women’s wrestling due to people like Lita, Molly Holly, and Mickie James. If so, than it is fair to say Mickie is a hero to the industry of women’s wrestling.
Monday, November 13, 2006
Camels and Horses
-originally written on 10/23/06-
*This was a comical post I made on one of her fan forums. We were talking about Mickie being WWE's Diva Of The Day, and someone mentioned how much Mickie liked horses, and that if I wanted to win her heart, I should learn to go horseback riding. I answered that post and then went into a theatrical play scenario of me trying to convince Mickie that I like horses*
Well let me just say that Mickie is my diva of the day every day! :cool:
And I'm not learning to ride a horse to impress Mickie. I don't trust horses... I suspect they are going to bite at any second!
Of course, I imagine I could always fool her into thinking I like horses. I could get a pony, and claim it's a horse; just a more compact and sporty version. Or maybe when she asks me to go riding with her I will bring a camel.
Mickie: "Jesse... Wolf ol' buddy, that is not a horse. That… that’s a camel!"
Wolfie: “No it isn’t.”
Mickie: “Yes it is. It’s like seven or eight feet tall, it’s got a gigantic neck and two humps on its back.”
Wolfie: "Hey don’t make fun of my horse… fine it's a camel. But hey, they're bigger, smarter, better, and faster than horses."
Mickie: "I don't know about better and smarter, but they're not faster than a horse."
Wolfie: "They can run at twenty five miles an hour, for a full hour. They can walk at nine miles an hour from dawn till dusk. And they can sprint at forty miles an hour. They can haul three hundred and thirty pounds comfortably, and a thousand pounds at maximum.
My camel can go weeks without water. And if I ever begin dying of thirst out in the desert, I can always tap one of these humps for some water."
Mickie: "Ok, first, that's disgusting! Secondly, those humps are fat deposits; they contain no water. Third, there is no giant stretch of desert land anywhere in Virginia. Oh, and did I mention, that's not a horse!"
Wolfie: "Whoa, it's ok there Sand Stallion, don't let her get to you. You're every bit as good as her horse or any other horse around here."
Mickie: “You’re afraid of a five and a half foot horse, but not of a seven foot Dromedary camel!?”
Wolfie: “Camels have pretty eye lashes, and they ain’t got those long mosquito-like faces like horses.”
Mickie: “Jesse, tell your camel to stop spitting on my horse!”
Wolfie: “Tell your horse to quit laughing at my camel!”
Kenny shows up.
Kenny: “Hey Hun, look at my new horse. Now we can go horse riding together. See, I’m not afraid of horses.”
Mickie: “That’s a rhinoceros!”
Kenny: “Umm, no it’s not.”
Mickie: “Yes it is. It has a giant horn sticking out of its face!”
Kenny: “It’s a unicorn… alright fine… it’s a rhino. But hey, rhinos are some strong beasts, they’re even better than horses.”
Wolfie: “Not better than camels.”
Kenny: “Yes they are. They’re stronger, and run at a top speed of thirty miles an hour. And they’ve been around for forty million years.”
Wolfie: “Upstage me you bastard!”
Mickie: “Uggg, I’m outta here. You two play with your animals.”
Wolfie: “Now look what you did. You chased my girlfriend away. And hey! Tell your rhino to quit poking around with that horn.”
Kenny: “That’s not your girlfriend, she’s mine! And my rhino will quit poking at your camel when your camel quits spitting on my rhino.”
Wolfie: “Camels spit on others to issue a warning to stand down and accept that he’s the higher rank. Show ‘em Sand Stallion!”
Camel spits on the rhino, rhino gets really mad, begins snorting and stomping its paw.
Kenny: “Watch it boy. Easy easy! Watch it! Careful!”
Wolfie: “Uh oh Sand Stallion, I think you pissed him off. I told you not to spit on him! Run Sand Stallion run! Use that extra ten mile an hour advantage! Use it and use it now boy! Be fleet of foot my Arabian friend and run like the wind!”
Camel runs, rhino chases.
*This was a comical post I made on one of her fan forums. We were talking about Mickie being WWE's Diva Of The Day, and someone mentioned how much Mickie liked horses, and that if I wanted to win her heart, I should learn to go horseback riding. I answered that post and then went into a theatrical play scenario of me trying to convince Mickie that I like horses*
Well let me just say that Mickie is my diva of the day every day! :cool:
And I'm not learning to ride a horse to impress Mickie. I don't trust horses... I suspect they are going to bite at any second!
Of course, I imagine I could always fool her into thinking I like horses. I could get a pony, and claim it's a horse; just a more compact and sporty version. Or maybe when she asks me to go riding with her I will bring a camel.
Mickie: "Jesse... Wolf ol' buddy, that is not a horse. That… that’s a camel!"
Wolfie: “No it isn’t.”
Mickie: “Yes it is. It’s like seven or eight feet tall, it’s got a gigantic neck and two humps on its back.”
Wolfie: "Hey don’t make fun of my horse… fine it's a camel. But hey, they're bigger, smarter, better, and faster than horses."
Mickie: "I don't know about better and smarter, but they're not faster than a horse."
Wolfie: "They can run at twenty five miles an hour, for a full hour. They can walk at nine miles an hour from dawn till dusk. And they can sprint at forty miles an hour. They can haul three hundred and thirty pounds comfortably, and a thousand pounds at maximum.
My camel can go weeks without water. And if I ever begin dying of thirst out in the desert, I can always tap one of these humps for some water."
Mickie: "Ok, first, that's disgusting! Secondly, those humps are fat deposits; they contain no water. Third, there is no giant stretch of desert land anywhere in Virginia. Oh, and did I mention, that's not a horse!"
Wolfie: "Whoa, it's ok there Sand Stallion, don't let her get to you. You're every bit as good as her horse or any other horse around here."
Mickie: “You’re afraid of a five and a half foot horse, but not of a seven foot Dromedary camel!?”
Wolfie: “Camels have pretty eye lashes, and they ain’t got those long mosquito-like faces like horses.”
Mickie: “Jesse, tell your camel to stop spitting on my horse!”
Wolfie: “Tell your horse to quit laughing at my camel!”
Kenny shows up.
Kenny: “Hey Hun, look at my new horse. Now we can go horse riding together. See, I’m not afraid of horses.”
Mickie: “That’s a rhinoceros!”
Kenny: “Umm, no it’s not.”
Mickie: “Yes it is. It has a giant horn sticking out of its face!”
Kenny: “It’s a unicorn… alright fine… it’s a rhino. But hey, rhinos are some strong beasts, they’re even better than horses.”
Wolfie: “Not better than camels.”
Kenny: “Yes they are. They’re stronger, and run at a top speed of thirty miles an hour. And they’ve been around for forty million years.”
Wolfie: “Upstage me you bastard!”
Mickie: “Uggg, I’m outta here. You two play with your animals.”
Wolfie: “Now look what you did. You chased my girlfriend away. And hey! Tell your rhino to quit poking around with that horn.”
Kenny: “That’s not your girlfriend, she’s mine! And my rhino will quit poking at your camel when your camel quits spitting on my rhino.”
Wolfie: “Camels spit on others to issue a warning to stand down and accept that he’s the higher rank. Show ‘em Sand Stallion!”
Camel spits on the rhino, rhino gets really mad, begins snorting and stomping its paw.
Kenny: “Watch it boy. Easy easy! Watch it! Careful!”
Wolfie: “Uh oh Sand Stallion, I think you pissed him off. I told you not to spit on him! Run Sand Stallion run! Use that extra ten mile an hour advantage! Use it and use it now boy! Be fleet of foot my Arabian friend and run like the wind!”
Camel runs, rhino chases.
My (Pseudo) Third Mickie Dream
-originally written on 10/17/06-
Another Mickie dream
I dreamed that I was that guy who was asking Mickie and Kenny for their autographs at the red light. Kenny grabbed my poster board and started to drive off with my Mickie autograph.
So I started running after the car, and it became like in Terminator 2 when the evil terminator is chasing the car and he can run at like 50 miles an hour.
Anyhow as I am chasing and gaining on them, I use my silver Sharpie like the metal-hook-arm of the terminator and I plunge it into the trunk of the car and hold on.
So there car is dragging me and I am holding on to the Sharpie for deer life and Kenny starts swerving the car from side to side, then he makes this really sharp turn and I go flying off... Without my Sharpie!!!
So I begin chasing the car to get my Sharpie back, and then the Sharpie is shaken loose from the trunk and it rolls across the road where I stand their and pick it up... but it didn't melt into my body. But it was still very much like the Terminator scene.
...
Ok, so I didn't really have that dream. But I could have!
Another Mickie dream
I dreamed that I was that guy who was asking Mickie and Kenny for their autographs at the red light. Kenny grabbed my poster board and started to drive off with my Mickie autograph.
So I started running after the car, and it became like in Terminator 2 when the evil terminator is chasing the car and he can run at like 50 miles an hour.
Anyhow as I am chasing and gaining on them, I use my silver Sharpie like the metal-hook-arm of the terminator and I plunge it into the trunk of the car and hold on.
So there car is dragging me and I am holding on to the Sharpie for deer life and Kenny starts swerving the car from side to side, then he makes this really sharp turn and I go flying off... Without my Sharpie!!!
So I begin chasing the car to get my Sharpie back, and then the Sharpie is shaken loose from the trunk and it rolls across the road where I stand their and pick it up... but it didn't melt into my body. But it was still very much like the Terminator scene.
...
Ok, so I didn't really have that dream. But I could have!
My Perfect Job
-originally written on 10/11/06-
My perfect job.
I finally figured out the career I want to spend my life doing.
I want to be Mickie’s Masseuse.
What job in the world could be better? In this job I’d get to talk to Mickie, I’d get to listen to her tell me about her problems and feelings. I’d be getting paid to touch Mickie’s body all over and give her pleasure. Yes that’s right, I’d be paid to physically pleasure Mickie and feel her gorgeous body.
And if you’re out there Mickie, and you read this message, I just want to let you know that I am pretty good at massages and I wouldn’t charge very much. I’d be willing to follow you wherever you go and I would only ask that you feed me, give me a place to stay, and pay for my travel expenses to follow you around, no other pay is necessary.
What other masseuse would offer that plan?
None.
This is the deal of a life time.
I could even learn to do your hair and give you manicures too.
See how cool it is to have obsessive stalker fans
I bet Melina doesn’t have fans as cool and dedicated as Mickie fans
My perfect job.
I finally figured out the career I want to spend my life doing.
I want to be Mickie’s Masseuse.
What job in the world could be better? In this job I’d get to talk to Mickie, I’d get to listen to her tell me about her problems and feelings. I’d be getting paid to touch Mickie’s body all over and give her pleasure. Yes that’s right, I’d be paid to physically pleasure Mickie and feel her gorgeous body.
And if you’re out there Mickie, and you read this message, I just want to let you know that I am pretty good at massages and I wouldn’t charge very much. I’d be willing to follow you wherever you go and I would only ask that you feed me, give me a place to stay, and pay for my travel expenses to follow you around, no other pay is necessary.
What other masseuse would offer that plan?
None.
This is the deal of a life time.
I could even learn to do your hair and give you manicures too.
See how cool it is to have obsessive stalker fans
I bet Melina doesn’t have fans as cool and dedicated as Mickie fans
My Second Dream About Mickie
-originally written on 10/5/06-
I had another Mickie dream last night.
I dreamed that I was at Mickie’s wedding. And she was walking down the isle. She looked so prettyful, and she had this long white wedding dress that flowed behind her. And the thought of her marrying Kenny was too much for me to bear, so I grabbed her dress and started yelling “no Mickie don’t do it. You love me. I know you love me. You were just under WWE contract not to communicate with your fans, and that’s why you never confessed your love to me” (which is actually probably true… cause I just know if Mickie were allowed to contact me she would. And she’d tell me how I am the cutest little wolf in all the land and how if she met me before Kenny it would’ve been me she was engaged to).
But anyhow, I was holding on to her dress begging her to reconsider. But she didn’t stop walking, and I wouldn’t let go of her dress, so I was being dragged across the floor. And somehow she just kept getting farther and farther away, and I was starting to get rug burns, but I wouldn’t let go.
I had another Mickie dream last night.
I dreamed that I was at Mickie’s wedding. And she was walking down the isle. She looked so prettyful, and she had this long white wedding dress that flowed behind her. And the thought of her marrying Kenny was too much for me to bear, so I grabbed her dress and started yelling “no Mickie don’t do it. You love me. I know you love me. You were just under WWE contract not to communicate with your fans, and that’s why you never confessed your love to me” (which is actually probably true… cause I just know if Mickie were allowed to contact me she would. And she’d tell me how I am the cutest little wolf in all the land and how if she met me before Kenny it would’ve been me she was engaged to).
But anyhow, I was holding on to her dress begging her to reconsider. But she didn’t stop walking, and I wouldn’t let go of her dress, so I was being dragged across the floor. And somehow she just kept getting farther and farther away, and I was starting to get rug burns, but I wouldn’t let go.
My first dream about Mickie
-originally written on 9/13/06-
I had a dream last night about Mickie. I dreamed that Mickie decided that because I had such a crush on her, that I could share her with Kenny. Kenny wasn’t happy that now he had to share his wife. I was happy with the deal. A shared Mickie is better than no Mickie.
Anyhow, we’re all laying in bed an Mickie is trying to get some sleep. I am so thrilled to be cuddled up to her. I don’t remember if I was wearing clothes or not; I know that she was naked and Kenny was dressed in his Spirit Squad outfit (thank god).
Me and Kenny weren’t doing so good on the sharing thing. Kenny put his arm around her, and so I tried to put my arm around her, but he was holding her too tight. I mentioned that Kenny was hogging her, and he started bitching. He said I could snuggle the lower half of Mickie and he’d take the upper half of Mickie. But I didn’t like that idea. I wanted to be able to see her pretty face.
So we ended up holding her hand. I held her right, and Kenny held her left. Then I decided to get daring and place my face up against her boob like it was a pillow. So Kenny gets jealous and decides to do the same thing. So now me and him are resting our head against Mickie’s boobs, and we are looking at each other face to face, and there is about one inch between our noses.
So we are both looking at each other with hatred in our eyes. Then we started struggling for hand positioning; each one of us trying to get our hand around Mickie just right. Me and Kenny start wrestling each others arm as we struggle for position. Kenny snaps and threatens to beat my ass. Mickie tells Kenny to stop bullying me and for me to stop whining so much.
Eventually Mickie gets fed up with us and kicks us out of the bedroom. So now me and Kenny are in the living room, blaming each other for getting us kicked out of the bedroom… and then that bastard wanted the couch and thought I should take the floor! Never!
Yeah pretty screwed up dream. It didn’t exactly end there; it just became weirder and farther removed from the original story that it faded on over to another dream that had nothing to do with Mickie or wrestling.
I had a dream last night about Mickie. I dreamed that Mickie decided that because I had such a crush on her, that I could share her with Kenny. Kenny wasn’t happy that now he had to share his wife. I was happy with the deal. A shared Mickie is better than no Mickie.
Anyhow, we’re all laying in bed an Mickie is trying to get some sleep. I am so thrilled to be cuddled up to her. I don’t remember if I was wearing clothes or not; I know that she was naked and Kenny was dressed in his Spirit Squad outfit (thank god).
Me and Kenny weren’t doing so good on the sharing thing. Kenny put his arm around her, and so I tried to put my arm around her, but he was holding her too tight. I mentioned that Kenny was hogging her, and he started bitching. He said I could snuggle the lower half of Mickie and he’d take the upper half of Mickie. But I didn’t like that idea. I wanted to be able to see her pretty face.
So we ended up holding her hand. I held her right, and Kenny held her left. Then I decided to get daring and place my face up against her boob like it was a pillow. So Kenny gets jealous and decides to do the same thing. So now me and him are resting our head against Mickie’s boobs, and we are looking at each other face to face, and there is about one inch between our noses.
So we are both looking at each other with hatred in our eyes. Then we started struggling for hand positioning; each one of us trying to get our hand around Mickie just right. Me and Kenny start wrestling each others arm as we struggle for position. Kenny snaps and threatens to beat my ass. Mickie tells Kenny to stop bullying me and for me to stop whining so much.
Eventually Mickie gets fed up with us and kicks us out of the bedroom. So now me and Kenny are in the living room, blaming each other for getting us kicked out of the bedroom… and then that bastard wanted the couch and thought I should take the floor! Never!
Yeah pretty screwed up dream. It didn’t exactly end there; it just became weirder and farther removed from the original story that it faded on over to another dream that had nothing to do with Mickie or wrestling.
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