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ValsNo1Fan
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(3/26/03 8:49 pm)
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 #1 Bitch-Slap Island (CLOSED)
LADIES! Welcome to the first annual sisterhood competition here on Hawaii's own Bitch-Slap Island.
For the next 4 weeks (April 1 - April 30) each participating member of this competition shall take on numerous physical and mental challenges; effectively completing each task for the GRAND PRIZE, VIN DIESEL.
In good faith The HOVA has so graciously agreed to host this function with the hopes or uniting all Vin fans together for a positive cause as well as trying to create a more peaceful existence between each respective Vin community.
Now how this competition actually works is fairly simply, be sure to read the rules thoroughly, for any infraction of the rules shall result in a disqualification. The rules are as followed:
1. Any Vin fan is welcomed to join in at any time. (This means no lamers, flamers or Vin haters are allowed.)
2. No weapons of any kind are allowed. This is a physical/mental exercise that only required common sense and natural instincts. 
3. Other than the man himself, no CLONES are allowed. (No CLONES SUE) 
4. All cellphones, pagers, two-ways, walkie-talkies and any other electronical devices are NOT allowed. THAT MEANS NO DILDOS EITHER.
5. NO ALLIANCES! We're all sisters and this will be an equal playing field.
6. Make sure that every addition is at least a page long, keep the short entries to a minimum.
7. NO FLAMING or NAME CALLING.
8. Once you have been voted off, no bitching, crying, begging or pleading....just except your fate and move on to trying to snag tickets for the AMA premiere.
9. No attakcing the Ref...(that means no talking about me when I'm not looking either.)
10. Play Nice & Have Fun!
BTW, my name is ValsNo1Fan and I'll be your host for the duration of this write-along. Now that the rules have been laid down let the fun begin!
Edited by: ZypherQueen  at: 5/18/03 4:20:43 pm
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ZypherQueen
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(3/26/03 9:18 pm)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
Zypher Queen sat back in the small boat taking in the scenery and sunshine of Hawaii. A native of the island had been assigned the task of retrieving her from the airport and safely transporting her the campsite.
The little man paddling the boat looked back at her briefly, smiled and returned his gaze in the direction of his destination.
"It's really beautiful here, the weather is spectatular. Is it always like this around this time of the year?" ZQ was trying to make small conversation with the man.
At first the man didn't respond, but his mood quickly changed and he replied back, "Yes it is always this beautiful this time of the year. why do you ask? It's your first time here in Hawaii?"
Continuing to take in the crisp blue water ZQ placed one of her hands above her eyebrows to block out the sun so that she could see the man's face.
"It is indeed my first time here...wouldn't miss it for anything in the world." Pleasant thoughts of Vin Diesel stranded on an island... her in close proximity made her heart beat rapidly.
Without breaking stride in his paddling the man alerted ZQ that they were near the campsite. "You think you will last beyond the first few days?" The question was more of an inquiry of her mental toughness than anything else.
ZQ smiled, "I know I will be the last person on this island."
"That's good to know; I would hate to see you go home empty handed. I understand that the prize is unusual for the remaining contestant."
A vision of her and Vin Diesel kanoodling on the beach sent her senses into a frenzy. "Mmmmmm, unusual, but worth all the effort I plan to put into winning."
The boat slowly pulled up onto a sandy beach...three other contestants had already arrived. VPIC, Angel Virtue, MervinMous and Chrissykins69 stood shoeless at the hem of a large tent, all nursing tropical fruity drinks.
Reaching for her hand, the man annouced their arrival. "Welcome to Bitch Slap Island!"
"Bitch Slap Island? Who named this place?" ZQ asked as she grabbed ahold of the man's tiny hands. Standing, she retrieved her baggage and stepped onto the moist sand.
"Look what the cat dragged in," VPIC was glad her friend had been chosen to participate in what would become a Sistershood ritual.
Isis joined in, "I hope she left the claws at home...evil bitch."
Dark Angel snorted, choking on her drink she said, "You know she's going to make you pay for that comment Isis."
Rolling her eyes ZQ dropped her bags, smiled and spread her arms to embrace her friends. The three women sprinted a short distance and embraced their friend.
"I'm glad you all are here, but I must warn you right now; I will destroy you all." Zypher winked and playfully shoved Angel Virtue.
The five friends roared with laughter as the native little man walked by carrying ZQ's baggage.
"Did he at least speak to you?" MervinMous asked as the group departed from the warm embrace.
"Yeah he did, but I forced him too. What you hussies drinking?"
Isis replied in a sing-song voice, "Pink Panties!"
"The hell you say!" ZQ rubbed her hands together and headed for the large tent. "Whose in there?"
"Wwrayth, Cathy J, Viciousrumors and Crash Disaster," Isis answered.
ZQ stopped in her tracks her smile faded. Hearing the names pushed her further into competitive mode. 'Friends or not I have to win this,' she thought to herself, eyeing her surroundings.
"You know this means war if they are contestants. They've came to win and so did I. I don't know about you all but I'm definitely ready for the bitch slapping to begin." 
Edited by: ZypherQueen at: 3/26/03 9:20:42 pm
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AZSUE
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(3/28/03 9:36 pm)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
 Okay...no clones...
Sue's brow furrowed, her mouth upturned in a pseudo frown. Clues! There had to be clues... She could not imagine who else would show up, or what the rules were to be. Her eyes were on the prize...not Diesel and what ever flavor oils that were sure to accompany him and his gorgeously bronzed skin, but the disk that, if he valued his life, he was sure to bring.
"IThe secret of life is honesty and fair dealing..if you can fake that, you've got it made."
KAGVILLE Justin Supporter #70 Who's your nanny?
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Crash Disaster 
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(3/29/03 3:28 am)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
roflmao Sue...i just got this image of you runnin up to him yellin 'WHERE THE HELL IS STRAYS? YOU'D BETTER HAVE MY COPY...SOON MY ASS..'
now i'd love to jump in but i really don't know what to add right now..
I'm lost. I've gone to look for myself. If I should return, before I get back, please ask me to wait.
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Angel Virtue
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(3/29/03 9:12 am)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
Okayyyyyyy! I can abide by the rules. I plan on being the last bitch standing. I've unlocked my creative writing mind and ready to set it off.
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KAG Agent 08
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(3/31/03 10:08 am)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
Kag Agent 08 cared nothing about the prize, she had come simply for the competition itself. To compete with other counterparts and win was all the motivational adrenaline she needed.
Unaware of the time, she lowered the safety boat from the deck of her eternal flame Kobe's yacht in the calm ocean blue waters. She had been told that someone would pick her up and take her to the island, but she declined. The key to winning any competition is knowing your surroundings.
Kag Agent looked back over her shoulder to the NBA League's Most Valuable Player, blew him a melancholy kiss and bid him a farewell with a wink of the eye.
"I hope you get your kicks competing...although we know it's all in fun." Kobe Bryant smiled a little, showing his pearly whites.
He was trying to enticed her hoping to change her mind. "Yeah, don't I always." Grasping the pulley with hand, with the other resting on the gold railing, she was a little irratated with Kobe's cocky attitude. "You know if Vanessa knew you were here helping me, you'd be in the doghouse for a week."
Kobe laughed but said nothing. The truth was all that needed to be said. Adjusting his caramel tint D&G's he blew Kag Agent a kiss and watched as she jumped over on the side of the boat, scaled the exterior wall, jumped into the safety boat and was gone like the wind.
If they knew better they'd all leave now. Kobe had trained Kag Agent 08 to be over-competitved. She had come to win....
THE LEAGUE'S REIGNING CHAMPS FOR THE 3RD TIME! The Los Angeles Lakers!
Inmate #08
Edited by: ZypherQueen at: 3/31/03 10:09:26 am
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VinsPartnerInCrime 
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(4/2/03 12:59 am)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
Y'all better pack a lunch and a ladder.. this bitch ain't going down.......
 HOVA 4 LIFE 
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Cuando la vida consigue demasiado áspera para usted, venido en mis brazos, porque usted son mi toro el rabiar, e yo, su matador cariñoso
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ZypherQueen
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(4/2/03 6:35 pm)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
VPIC you suck!
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VinsPartnerInCrime
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(4/2/03 10:25 pm)
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Haha Zypher.. you know its true!
HOVA 4 LIFE
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Cuando la vida consigue demasiado áspera para usted, venido en mis brazos, porque usted son mi toro el rabiar, e yo, su matador cariñoso
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Angel Virtue
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(4/3/03 7:05 pm)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
When Angel Virtue set foot on the island she had one thing on her mind and one thing only. To be the last standing. She was motivated enough with the prize but wanted to set a goal of herself to see how far she could go. It was a mind over matter. After the greeting from ZQ and welcoming was over it was time to buckle down and get to business. Angel Virtue being quiet naturally decided it was time to have some alone time. She knew that she would have to always be two steps ahead of everyone else. Before too long she came back around to mingle amongst the girls again. So does anyone know when our first challange will begin?
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ValsNo1Fan
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(4/6/03 10:16 pm)
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Re: #1 Survivors of Bitch-Slap Island
I welcomed each abiding member as they arrived on the island. They all looked hungry and eager for the competition to begin, and why wouldn't they be? After all the last woman standing would get one full glorious day and night with Vin Diesel to do whatever. 
One by one I made a mental note as I studied each of the women's body language. Zypher Queen seemed the cockiest of them all, she was so sure of herself and one hundred percent of herself that self doubt had no time to enter her mind...she would surely be the first to go.
AZSue seemed the most calmed and level headed of all the women, but she was at a lost without her motivational ploys. I knew that she wasn't happy about not being able to have her clones with her, but it was for her own good. Those who would be sent home would surely go after the next best thing to Vin, Sue's clones.
I also made a mental note of VPIC, who was tense and poised for action. She amongst the others seemed ready for any and everything. On stance like a true soilder, but conversing with her friend ZQ, VPIC never let down her guard or let her intentions be known, she was the dominate player of them all....or was it Angel Virtue, the quiet observer, lingering in the back corner of the tent taking in everyone's mood and mentally weakening her opponents?
Guess the only way to find out is to let the games begin? 
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Jamie
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(4/8/03 10:26 am)
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--gggr--I had posted a part and it just..disappeared.
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GoddessPrayer 
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(4/8/03 4:03 pm)
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Once she had arranged her carry on into the little dugout, she stretched out as best she could and watched the boatman steer them toward Bitch~Slap Island. She welcomed the time to get away and commune with her Sisters. ZQ was certain to lift her spirits, just by being her own crazy self. The others she did not know well, but looked forward to making new friends even though they all understood the rules of elimination when the games began.
Closing her eyes she focused on leaving the baggage of her other life behind on the mainland. Determined the only weight she would carry to this adventure from that former life, would be the small leather carryon that now rested between the bench seats of the dugout. Even as she focused on shoving it all into the darkness behind her eye lids, parts of those final moments before departure for the airport seemed to insist on making their way through the swirl of memory. As if tapping her on the shoulder as a reminder of the fact that one can run from their past yet remain tethered as if by a golden leash to the memories of it all.
What had changed him so drastically from the love of her life to the bane of her existence? Was it the clinging to a relationship that should have been left to the past long ago, freeing them both to find others to share their heart? Or was it the intense competition between their respective energies, battling for the one-upmanship that she had seen in other couples before the final scene of their life together. She was clueless as she squeezed her lids tighter and forced the last remnants of their parting words into the darkness forever.
“Bitch~Slap Island? Ha! You should excel well there!” He had said.
His deep voice cutting her to the bone as he turned and walked away. It seemed his dark mood joined with the grey autumn light that broke through the sheer curtains falling across the patio doors obscuring the churning Atlantic surf beyond.
“I’ll do the best I can with what you taught me Baby!”
She called over her shoulder, softly closing the door on their life together forever.
They say that payback is a bitch but a bitch intent on payback is a whole other story. What he had not thought of as he started the last fight of their relationship, was that the deed to the beach house was in her name. He was unaware that it had been filed with a real estate agent friend months before, when she had known the rocks they encountered in their life together were about to sink them both. And what he would learn 24 hours after she had closed that door on their life forever, was that a buyer had made a substantial offer before she had given the go ahead to her realtor friend to put it on the market.
He would find himself without a home or a woman in less than the span of time it took him to get the nerve up to ask her out on their first date after they had met, three years earlier. She had laughed aloud as tears streamed down her face on the ride to JFK. And now she stretched out under the brilliant Caribbean sun and allowed the last of her former self to be lulled to peace on the surface of azure blue seas. The moist dew of early morning fog that whispered across the brilliant waters, kissed her cheeks, refreshing the dried trail of tears that she felt still clung to her skin. She willed the sun to burn away the sorrow and the rage as she approached the fog bank ahead. Watching the little oarsman deftly maneuver his charge across the waters and disappear through the first layer of morning mist.
The scene reminded her of the book “Mists of Avalon”. About an island, shrouded in a veil of fog between the worlds of the ancient Pagan ways and a new Christian philosophy. An island of Goddess Women and a book written from the women’s perspective of the ancient Arthurian legend. She welcomed the turn of that page of her life and looked forward to the adventure that lay ahead on the silhouette of land that was just becoming visible through the heavy morning mists.
Her attention snapped back to reality as she heard the soft voice of the oarsman break her reverie.
“We’re about to land on the beach ma’am. Welcome to Bitch~Slap Island.” He said.
His rugged sun baked skin tightened as his muscles rippled, fighting the outbound current and steering them toward the landing zone.
ZQ stood on the beach, waving her arms wildly in the air in greeting her newest guest bobbing on the waves in the tiny dugout with the silent concentrated boatman. Beaming a huge smile toward her as she waited for the latest arrival to the game.
Ocean laughed and felt the final traces of her former life and it’s troubles launch from her mouth with the sound.
“Wooo Hooooo Woman!” She called out, waving back toward her friend. She laughed harder as the quiet little man gave a startled jump , momentarily shocked by her loud Amazon whooping, only to then glower in her direction.
“Ha! Don’t take life so seriously Darlin, it’s only going to kill you later!”
She called to the stern little man. He chuckled as in a flash he seemed to consider her words and smiled back at her suddenly, laughing aloud and giving her a wink.
Yes indeed, she thought settling back into the little boat and beginning to collect her bag, readjusting her sandals and tensing for the boats landing on the beach head. This is going to be just the adventure she needed! And the prize of a day with a sexy confident independent man was just an added bonus to look forward too. She didn’t know if she would be the one to claim the bald sexy prize when all was said and done, but she did know that she would enjoy every minute of the competition that awaited her. It would be a way to exorcise all the pent up tension she had acquired with Jonathan over the years, and the God’s knew she needed to let it go on some project or other.
Once the little dugout struck the sand, she bounded out feeling her toes sink into the wet golden crystals beneath her sandaled feet as the icy chill of morning surf shocked her senses. Then she threw her bag up onto a sand dune and ran toward ZQ,
“Woman you are a savior” she called out.
Catching ZQ in an embrace she roared with laughter as her Spirit sister chuckled and whispered in her ear, just loud enough to get by the sharp little ears of the boatman,
“Welcome to the island my sister. Your looking mighty white today!” ZQ joked, pulling back and looking her up and down.
Ocean laughed all the more and then looked into the eyes that twinkled back at her from behind designer shades. Fully aware she was pale after the long months of autumns muted sunlight and the stress of a dying love.
“Yeah I hear ya, but give me a minute, I just got here you silly critter!” She said, smiling broadly.
ZQ laughed and threw her a conspiratorial wink. They slung their arms around each others shoulders and walked to the overnight bag that lay on its top on the sand near by. Snatching it up Ocean looked around the beach and saw a small line of women break through the tall swaying palm trees ahead. Some wore bikini’s and held Daiquiri’s in their hand , others wore long flowing summer dresses with colors and patterns that seemed to move like water color against the brilliant background of sand and graceful palms. And all were smiling at the new arrival.
“Bitch ~Slap Island” She murmured.
Gazing at her friend she rested her head against ZQ’s and continued to walk with her toward the women. Then she straightened and looked at the assembled competitors as they approached and said aloud,
”I feel right at home already”, she said. Winking and smiling broadly.
Azsue approached her with a Daiquiri topped with a slice of pineapple and a little umbrella. This was going to be an all around good time, she thought taking a sip of the icy elixir. Savoring the cold rush of sweet liqueur, she added her own chorus to that, which had been spoken on this beach many times before,
“Let the games begin.” 
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"Those who abandon their dreams will discourage yours!"
Edited by: GoddessPrayer at: 4/8/03 4:54:01 pm
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ValsNo1Fan
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(4/9/03 5:53 pm)
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The first challenge is Vin Scavenger Hunt 101. In order to be declared the winner of this first mission you must hunt down and find ALL the items listed. If you fail to do so you will be automatically disqualified and immediately removed from the island.
1. The sexiest Vin picture ever
2. The url of Vin's most popular fan site
3. Movie posters of all his featured full length movies
4. The most controversial quote ever by Vin Diesel in print
5. List of his entourage - names and their titles
6. Most hilarious Vin picture ever
7. The most outrageous Vin gossip ever
8. The date of Vin's next TV appearance
9. Vin's favorite place to stay in New York
10. The cutest/cheesiest pic of Vin
Be sure to quote all your sources....those who do not listed their source is subject to disqualification.
Entries must be completed by April 13th....anything later is an instanst disqualification....please email all entries to my email account to ensure fairness.
Edited by: ZypherQueen at: 4/11/03 7:08:17 pm
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GoddessPrayer
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(4/15/03 1:25 pm)
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Just when you thought Cable Modem was kick~ass and decided to bite the bullet and pay the cost what happens!? My computer goes nuts and I'm off line for a week!
Then hubby has to strip the hard drive (lost every single file I had on this bugger and found out after the fact! *eyes hubby, considers close shave of his entire body!*
Then I get here yesterday and realize I missed the dead line!
(*wades out into azure blue sea, hitchhikes with boatman to return to mainland!) 
(((((((((HUGS)))))))))) *cheek smoochies to all,
I'm sorry I missed your dead line love.
I cleaned the hut and left a giant bottle of pre~mixed Sex on the beach , for everyone. Bottoms up and have fun with Vin who ever wins! (now remember , who ever wins quiet time with Bald Sexy might consider bringing along a camera for the seek and find journey on Bald Sexy Island! Just so we can gaze at his naked golden self and hope for a re~match!)
Blessings and Peace,
Much Love,
"Those who abandon their dreams will discourage yours!"
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(4/21/03 7:35 am)
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The drone of the plane engine was starting to piss me off, everything in the last 24 hours seemed to get on my last nerves. I knew I was late and I couldn’t help but blame it on my brother, that “remembered” a little to late to give me the letter and the tickets to get to bitch slap island.
I couldn’t wait to get down there even if i would be disqualified and sent back home right after landing. “it was a chance I was willing to take” I taught.
One of the flight crew told me that they would be at the island soon. I proceeded to double check my parachute to be sure my descent would be secure and successful. My adrenaline was up the roof by the time i was told i could jump.
The same flight crew opened the latch. The sight before me was breath taking, i was impatient to jump and finally see everyone. The flight crew helped me push my metal trunk over board.
I watched as its parachute opened up and made its fast descent to the ground. I hoped it wouldn’t land on anyone.
The flight attendant gave me the ok to jump, i approached the latch took a deep breath and leaped into the sky.
The feeling of the wind on my face gave me a total rush. I enjoyed the free fall for a couple of seconds more before pulling on the release cord enjoying the view during my relatively slow descent...
 
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