Post by Ayla St. James on Mar 12, 2010 18:00:49 GMT -6
"People look at Ayla St. James and they see someone who is demanding rather than in demand. They believe her to be a diva in every sense of the word. But in truth, Ayla was the hardest working person on that set. She demanded second takes, not because she felt other people didn't do their job, but because she felt she didn't. She wanted to be the absolute best that she could be, and it was no surprise to me that the ratings almost doubled when she joined us on that set. But it doesn't strike me as odd that she always feel alienated. Ayla is a person who often comes off as haughty and overbearing to everyone she meets. Which is why I'm kind of glad she's made a friend here in nCw. A real friend. I just wish it wasn't a frickin mummy. But I guess I can't be choosey. I like Ayla, really I do. That's the only reason why I'm here. No, scratch that, I love Ayla. I'm not in love with Ayla, but I do care....
Just don't tell her I said that..."
(Ayla was standing in front of the mirror. The sundress was beautiful. Light pink, tinged with a soft white, and a cute pair of sandals. She turned one way, checking her left side, a small smile of satisfaction. Then to the right, again, smiling with what she says. Ayla truly did not have a 'good' side. She reached down into the package that had arrived, and added the finishing touch. A laurel crown. She smiled again, a smile of a woman secure in her own happiness with not only herself, but the world.)
"Cleo is so nice to me. Glen is a nice guy, sure, but he doesn't get me the way Cleo does. Cleo understands me on a level only another woman can. We both know what it's like to be surrounded by people, and be alone. We both know what it's like to have people tell you how much they adore you, and then turn away when someone else comes along who's prettier, or has a bigger chest. I got into this business because of people like Roxi. Women who I thought had poise and class. But she showed me her other face, the face of disdain. But not Cleo. Cleo is truly different from the rest of these harlots. I would follow Cleo to the end of the earth if it came to that. I think she would do the same for me. I'm not a big believer in fate, or karma or any of that superstitous stuff I hear about backstage. But this has to be close. This just feels so right, that it can't be wrong. It has that christmas movie end to it...
Doesn't it..?"
(Ayla dug around back in the box, and drew out a small make up kit. She removed the attached instructions and read them quickly, then propped the box on a table by the mirror. She began to apply the eyeliner in the manner instructed, heavy emphasis on the eyes, in the style of the kings and queens of ancient egypt, the only style appropriate for the Golden Goddess. Ayla did all of that, with the biggest smile on her face.)
"I see a lot of myself in Ayla St. James. We are going to do great things together. That, I will promise you all right now."
(Ayla finished, and stood in front of the mirror in her full get up, positively glowing with the radiance of confident happiness.)
"It's very simple girls. I really don't need to concern myself with winning this title anymore. I don't need to obsess myself over winning all of these matches to try and improve my status. But I'm going to. Every match I have from here on out will be dedicated to my Goddess. Much like those god boys Karras or Temp.. sorry I forget what his name is, I have an icon to praise when I achieve my goals. I have something to point to when my dreams have come true. I will will that woman's title. And when I do I will bow to the Goddess and dedicate it to her. I will fight for Her name. I will fight for Her honor. And the rest of you are just pawns standing in the way.
Megan Kane? A worthless trophy wife of a baby factory. Her biggest accomplishment will always be the 20 minutes of embarassing footage that they purposely leaked to the internet to get fame. God knows it was the only way the name Brad Kane would ever be considered household. Just be happy he's not still drinking. Otherwise I might find him passed out and show you a real sex tape.
Jaymie Boone? Really? Speaking of tawdry sex tarts, and then BAM they appear. I'm not going to mince words Jaymie. I'm going to kick you in the face ninja style, and when you're flat on your back, I'm going to roll you over and wrench on that overused spinal cord until you scream out for me to stop. And when that happens, I'm going to hold onto it until you black out. And when that happens, I'm going to hold on until all of the tendons in your cellulite legs snap and you're forced back to the commentary table.. For good.
Emma English? I know you're trying to put all these doubts in my head. I know you're trying to get me to look at things the way you do, just to confuse me. But I see right through you. I see the anger and jealousy you have been harboring towards those around you. Not just me, not just Cleo. But everyone. You're daddys girl, a second generation star, and yet nobody looks at you like you think they should. Fact is, I don't care. I've faced you before, and I know you now. The outcome may be different, it may stay the same. Only real difference is you'll have to work four times as hard as you did before. Think you have it in you?
Long story long ladies, it's a good day for me, regardless of how this turns out. No matter who wins, Emma will still be repressed, Jaymie will still be diseased and Megan will still be a whiner. None of you matter to me... only she matters."
Just don't tell her I said that..."
(Ayla was standing in front of the mirror. The sundress was beautiful. Light pink, tinged with a soft white, and a cute pair of sandals. She turned one way, checking her left side, a small smile of satisfaction. Then to the right, again, smiling with what she says. Ayla truly did not have a 'good' side. She reached down into the package that had arrived, and added the finishing touch. A laurel crown. She smiled again, a smile of a woman secure in her own happiness with not only herself, but the world.)
"Cleo is so nice to me. Glen is a nice guy, sure, but he doesn't get me the way Cleo does. Cleo understands me on a level only another woman can. We both know what it's like to be surrounded by people, and be alone. We both know what it's like to have people tell you how much they adore you, and then turn away when someone else comes along who's prettier, or has a bigger chest. I got into this business because of people like Roxi. Women who I thought had poise and class. But she showed me her other face, the face of disdain. But not Cleo. Cleo is truly different from the rest of these harlots. I would follow Cleo to the end of the earth if it came to that. I think she would do the same for me. I'm not a big believer in fate, or karma or any of that superstitous stuff I hear about backstage. But this has to be close. This just feels so right, that it can't be wrong. It has that christmas movie end to it...
Doesn't it..?"
(Ayla dug around back in the box, and drew out a small make up kit. She removed the attached instructions and read them quickly, then propped the box on a table by the mirror. She began to apply the eyeliner in the manner instructed, heavy emphasis on the eyes, in the style of the kings and queens of ancient egypt, the only style appropriate for the Golden Goddess. Ayla did all of that, with the biggest smile on her face.)
"I see a lot of myself in Ayla St. James. We are going to do great things together. That, I will promise you all right now."
(Ayla finished, and stood in front of the mirror in her full get up, positively glowing with the radiance of confident happiness.)
"It's very simple girls. I really don't need to concern myself with winning this title anymore. I don't need to obsess myself over winning all of these matches to try and improve my status. But I'm going to. Every match I have from here on out will be dedicated to my Goddess. Much like those god boys Karras or Temp.. sorry I forget what his name is, I have an icon to praise when I achieve my goals. I have something to point to when my dreams have come true. I will will that woman's title. And when I do I will bow to the Goddess and dedicate it to her. I will fight for Her name. I will fight for Her honor. And the rest of you are just pawns standing in the way.
Megan Kane? A worthless trophy wife of a baby factory. Her biggest accomplishment will always be the 20 minutes of embarassing footage that they purposely leaked to the internet to get fame. God knows it was the only way the name Brad Kane would ever be considered household. Just be happy he's not still drinking. Otherwise I might find him passed out and show you a real sex tape.
Jaymie Boone? Really? Speaking of tawdry sex tarts, and then BAM they appear. I'm not going to mince words Jaymie. I'm going to kick you in the face ninja style, and when you're flat on your back, I'm going to roll you over and wrench on that overused spinal cord until you scream out for me to stop. And when that happens, I'm going to hold onto it until you black out. And when that happens, I'm going to hold on until all of the tendons in your cellulite legs snap and you're forced back to the commentary table.. For good.
Emma English? I know you're trying to put all these doubts in my head. I know you're trying to get me to look at things the way you do, just to confuse me. But I see right through you. I see the anger and jealousy you have been harboring towards those around you. Not just me, not just Cleo. But everyone. You're daddys girl, a second generation star, and yet nobody looks at you like you think they should. Fact is, I don't care. I've faced you before, and I know you now. The outcome may be different, it may stay the same. Only real difference is you'll have to work four times as hard as you did before. Think you have it in you?
Long story long ladies, it's a good day for me, regardless of how this turns out. No matter who wins, Emma will still be repressed, Jaymie will still be diseased and Megan will still be a whiner. None of you matter to me... only she matters."