![]() Author has written 2 stories for Wrestling. Hey world! My name is Maria and I'm 20 years old. I'm a sophmore at UCLA and I major in writing. I have a 4 year old daughter named Skye. Yes, I had a teenage pregnancy. I was kicked out of my house for said pregnancy. I live with my boyfriend and I love reading, writing and watching TV. I'll make bios for my OC's later, but for now, Here's their names: Alyx James Genesis Hernandez Kylee Sparx Paul Brown Nicholas Sims Kenneth Karlander Sasha Claire Soletka Kendall I love Drama/Romance stories, so I'll most likely be writing those. My daughter's heart is John Cena's, but I'm madly in loooove with Randy Orton. I know. I love stories and movies and shows that'll make me cry. In my family, we have a joke: If it makes me cry or makes me sad, it's good. If it doesnt, it sucks. :P I like to think of myself as the Taylor Swift of writing. Everything in my diary and all my life expieriences will go into my stories. Here's my first story's summary: Just The Way You Are- He loved her the second he laid eyes on her. She was perfect in his eyes. She was beautiful and amazing, despite her past and her present. He was only concerened about her future. RKO/OC Here's my second story's summary: Loca- She was a stripper. He was a wrestler. She lived on the streets. He lived in a mansion. She was a nympho, but was willing to change. For him. JC/OC. Inspired by a true story. Here's my explanations of why I wrote these: Just the way you are: This is sort of my teenage years, but it ends happier Loca- This was what happened to me in 2009 and this is also how I found my current boyfriend. But he's not a wrestler. The Runaway- When you have nothing, nothing at all... run away... as fast as you can. *CoWritten by mickeymouser22* *So as an assignment I have to write a short story. This is what I got.* Sasha limped back to the circle of her fellow warriors around the fire. She took a seat next to her ailing friend, Soletka. Sasha sighed softly. Her best friends... all gone... the damned wolves that ravaged their pack would forever be an enemy of the Kitchkovakah. Oh, and suppose you thought she was human? She isn't. She is a wolf. Sasha has a thick, silver coat that glistens in the moonlight and reflects off the Siberian snow. She has sterling blue eyes that shimmer like the Pacific in the daylight and shine like black gold in the Russian night sky. She sank to her feet and let out a fustrated growl. Kitchkovakah was the large pack of in which she originated. Her parents were the leaders, and they had died in battle. She simply did not want to lead the pack. Especially because she would have to choose the strongest, most heart worthy warrior of the pack which, unfortunately, was Yotkov. Yotkov was tall and muscular, for a dog of course, with a thick white coat and brown eyes. He was cocky, arrogant, and self centered, but most of all, he was rude, selfish and... well, just feel lucky you didn't have to meet him. In a deadly battle with an enemy pack from Alaska, called the Beringians (they named themselves after the Bering Sea, and although the Bering Sea belonged to Russia, the damn Alaskans claimed name of it), killed many of their pack. Sasha was most angry of the death of her parents, Vladimir and Allochka, but also of her friends, Anatoli, Arkadi, Borislav and Borislava (twins, of course), Ekaterina, and Makar. And Makar was her mate. She growled and rolled over, howling softly at the stinging she felt. Cuts mapped her body. The blood had been slowed, and in most places, stopped, but the sting was not leaving. Vsevolod, the medic, trotted over to her and offered assist. "Ok..." Sasha said, ever so unwillingly. He bandaged her up and she went back to laying down. Something was pushed in front of her: a slab of lamb meat that had been harvested in a small farming town in South East Russia named Zoela. Sasha's eyes wandered up to meet Soletka's, which were smiling, as was Soletka. Sasha's best friend for life; they had even been born at the same time. Sasha smiled back, thanked her, and bit and nipped at the slab of meat. A bark of attention overrode the mindless chatter. Sasha looked forward to find Yotkov standing next to the fire. "As most of you know, the leaders of our tribe have died. Vladimir, Allochka and Danalir are dead." Sasha picked up her head. Danalir was her brother. She hadn't heard of his passing yet. "So now, the only member of the leading family remains: Sasha." All eyes were glued to the youngest member of the family. She was the last of the Moon Warriors, a long line of fighting huskies that were skilled fighters. She was still being trained, and now, she was the only one left. In Russia, at least. She sighed and looked down. "Sasha. Come up here." Yotkov said. Sasha stood on all four legs weakly, and slowly walked to Yotkov. Soletka and Vsevolod offered help multiple times, but Sasha, being as stubborn as she was, refused assisstance. Upon arriving, she stood in front of Yotkov. "Sasha. You are the last of the Moon Warriors, as you probably know. Tradition of this long, wondefully breed, skilled line of warriors suggests that you must immediatly take control upon the falling of your mother. And your father is dead as well, and you will need a male leader by your side." He said, winking at her at the last part. She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Yotkov, I am well aware of my ancestors' customs. But you must be mad if you think for a second I'm letting you be male leader. It should be Danalir, but the damned Beringians took his life as well, goddamn them!" The pack gasped. Sasha never followed rules, but she always made an exception for her customs, as well as the tribes'. "Now, just because Yotkov won't be the male leader does not mean there will not be one. If anything, Konami or Vsevolod should rule with me." "Why not Makar? He seems like a good enough fellow for you, obviously." Sasha glared at Yotkov. Yotkov knew full well that Makar had died. To tease the dead was a new low, even for Yotkov. "Oh, shut it, Yotkov. You couldn't even rule a damn group of 3 dogs. They were all killed, and your foolish ass ran away cowardly. How does anyone expect you to rule a whole pack? The whole Kitchkovakah! Put that into perspective!" Yelled Soletka. Sasha had just noticed she was next to her. Soletka was hard to miss. She had a steel black coat and balck eyes to match. Even in the darkest of Siberian nights, she was still visible. "Really? Well than why don't you rule, Soletka? You seem man enough." "Burn in hell, Yotkov!" Yelled Soletka's mate, Zinoviy from behind. Zinoviy looked a lot like Yotkov, because they were brothers. "I'll see you there." Yotkov said. "Oh, shut up!" Vsevolod shouted. "EVERYONE! SILENCE!" Sasha yelled. "Until further notice, I am ruling alone as the ONLY queen! RETURN TO YOUR BURROWS AND SLEEP! WE HAVE AN EARLY DAY! WE ARE MAKING OUR WAY TO ALASKA! I KNOW, IT'S RISKY, BUT IT'S WORTH A TRY!" She yelled. All wolves obeyed, knowing full well the result of back talking to the queen unless you are king, pince, or princess: execution. Top wretling guys: 1. Randy Orton 2. John Cena 3. HHH 4. Cody Rhodes 5. Ted DiBiase 6. Rey Mysterio 7. R-Truth 8. John Morrison 9. Christian 10. Batista Her are the Diva's that I think are cool: 1. Mickie James 2. Beth Phoenix 3. Melina 4. Nikki Bella (I only like her, not Bree... or I think its her...?) 5. Candice Michelle Top 10 TV Shows of the 21st Century: 1. Grey's Antomy 2. Private Practice 3. Law & Order: SVU 4. Law & Order: Los Angeles 5. Pretty Little Liars 6. The Secret Life of the American Teenager 7. Huge 8. Smallville 9. Nikita 10. ANY SOAP OPERA! 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