Post by Ashlie on Oct 20, 2012 9:14:19 GMT -6
[Ashlie and Trent walk into Trent’s apartment in Toronto, Ashlie puts her bags down and smiles as Trent walks up beside her, she turns her head and gives him a quick kiss and then suddenly out of nowhere she looks annoyed and punches him square in the upper arm. Trent looks at her confused, but then shrugs his shoulders and begins to unzip his pants.]
Trent: Well I didn’t think you’d be in the mood so soon since getting home, but if you insist...
Ashlie: Put that thing away.
Trent: What’s up? You ok?
Ashlie: Would you please stop saying those things about me!? Especially around your sister and in front of cameras!
Trent: You’ve lost me.
Ashlie: You make me feel like I’m nothing but your personal anal playtoy! It hurts to think that’s all you see in me.
[Trent starts to realize what suddenly got into her as she turns away and seems to be fighting back tears, something that especially grabs him and makes him realize how hurt she is, since it’s kind of a rare sight. He puts his hand on her shoulder and she tries to brush it away but he won’t allow that.]
Trent: Hey, hey... I didn’t realize it was bothering you. It’s not something new...
Ashlie: I know and it’s something that bothers me every time, I just don’t say anything because I don’t want you to think I don’t love your zany antics, and spontaneous quirkiness... but... not like this. In front of your sister and with everybody watching it’s all... “too much”....
Trent: Ash...
Ashlie: People see this and they think that it’s all we’re about and that’s all that I am is some cheap whore who will do anything. What will my clients think when they’re seeing that, what will Peyton think and I don’t want them to see me as some sex symbol... I’m a serious professional...
Trent: Ashlie...
Ashlie: Then sometimes I feel like that’s all you care about, you don’t talk about too much more than that, it’s always anal this, or anal that, buy extra anal lube... “I just won the National title you better get the triple strength anal lube this time.” and I don’t even like it... it’s not fun and I just want you to be happy with me... but if that’s all that makes you happy.... Is that all you want from me, is that all you care about?
Trent: Of course not.
Ashlie: Then why do you make me feel that way...
Trent: I don’t know... I that’s all on you, it’s just who I am and you know that.
Ashlie: So... “just deal with it”?
Trent: NO.
Ashlie: “Get over it”?
Trent: Ashlie, you’re reading too much into this.
Ashlie: No I’m not! I just want to stop feeling like Trent Helms’ whore! I’m not a whore!
Trent: You’re not.
Ashlie: Then stop making me feel like I am!
Trent: I don’t even know what you’re saying right now....
Ashlie: Fine... whatever.... I’m going to go get some cigarettes...
[Ashlie turns around and heads right back out the door, slamming it behind her. Trent looks at it confused for a few seconds before he shakes his head and then walks towards the couch, after about a minute the door opens again and Ashlie walks back into the room. She has her head lowered in embarrassment.]
Ashlie: I’m sorry I blew up on you... I shouldn’t have been holding that in... I love you... I’m going to the bathroom.
[Helms looks at her confused yet again as she heads to a different part of the house, out of sight. Helms sighs as he talks to himself.]
Trent: Wow, she’s been real moody lately.
[We fade out.]
**Ring, Ring**
Yeah?
*Hey Ashlie, I need you to wrestle this week on Trauma, Kris Titan has injured herself during training*
No thank you.
*I’m sorry but this isn’t a request.*
I can’t.
*Doctors said your ankle was fully healed weeks ago. I believe you can.*
No. I can’t.
*Ok, let me put it like this... you are wrestling, unless you don’t want to be allowed anywhere near NCW ever again.*
Ugh... but... Kelly.... fine.
….
So it seems that NCW has made a last minute substitution and your former World champion is now on the team of Cynthia Warren.... or Cindy... or whatever her name is, I don’t really care. To take on the incredible, the amazing, the totally never been done before tag team of the new BWA. I’m so impressed.
There’s not much I can here is there? I’m put into a match that I don’t really care about against two people I don’t really have a beef with outside the fact that they were allied with the woman who basically told the world that I was nothing but a pretty faced barbie doll who didn’t deserve to be champion and that I was all that was wrong with the women’s professional wrestling scene....
You know what... I do care about this match now.
Despite the fact that I totally think Alysson was cool and all for getting Steve out of power, you two can’t seriously believe all the other crap she was selling can you? It was nothing but a rambling mess of gibberish and finger pointing at anybody who was successful that wasn’t part of your crew. It was nonsense. it was BS, it was just a whole bunch of fluff that sounded cool but really had no founding in reality. Jenny kicked her ass twice, and yet she still claimed Jenny was being handed everything.
So basically your little group was founded on lies and half truths.
I’d prefer to have my client at my side, the person you jerks attacked for no damn reason outside of the fact that she’s champion... but I’ll settle for little Cynthia who managed to kick Ayla’s ass in the first round of the Road to the Gold tournament.
Maybe we’re not an ideal team, maybe we’ll never see each other again after this match, but for one night we’re going to be the face of this division, the face of every wrestler that you dumb skank asses tried to oppress and rule over...
but don’t take it personally...
it is all just business after all.
[Ashlie stands over the bathroom sink, she stares at the little white piece of plastic in her hands after a few minutes of waiting with no reaction on her face. A knock is heard at the door, and Ashlie quickly throws the piece of plastic under a towel as the door slowly creeps open.]
Helms: Hey, are you ok?
Ashlie: I’m fine.... just a lot on my mind lately, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.
Trent: Well I was thinking, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You really mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I don’t want you to ever think that you’re not the most important thing in my life now... outside of my son.
Ashlie: *laughs* You better watch that... people will think that your life doesn’t revolve around skittles.
Trent: Well... it’s like 1a and 1b.
[Trent leans towards her and she leans towards her and the two kiss. Helms smiles and Ashlie smiles right back.]
Ashlie: I’ll be in bed soon... *winks*
[Trent gets a wide smile on his face now before he turns out and heads towards the bedroom, when he’s gone, Ashlie reaches back under the towel and stares at the plastic strip again. She shakes her head as we fade out.]
Trent: Well I didn’t think you’d be in the mood so soon since getting home, but if you insist...
Ashlie: Put that thing away.
Trent: What’s up? You ok?
Ashlie: Would you please stop saying those things about me!? Especially around your sister and in front of cameras!
Trent: You’ve lost me.
Ashlie: You make me feel like I’m nothing but your personal anal playtoy! It hurts to think that’s all you see in me.
[Trent starts to realize what suddenly got into her as she turns away and seems to be fighting back tears, something that especially grabs him and makes him realize how hurt she is, since it’s kind of a rare sight. He puts his hand on her shoulder and she tries to brush it away but he won’t allow that.]
Trent: Hey, hey... I didn’t realize it was bothering you. It’s not something new...
Ashlie: I know and it’s something that bothers me every time, I just don’t say anything because I don’t want you to think I don’t love your zany antics, and spontaneous quirkiness... but... not like this. In front of your sister and with everybody watching it’s all... “too much”....
Trent: Ash...
Ashlie: People see this and they think that it’s all we’re about and that’s all that I am is some cheap whore who will do anything. What will my clients think when they’re seeing that, what will Peyton think and I don’t want them to see me as some sex symbol... I’m a serious professional...
Trent: Ashlie...
Ashlie: Then sometimes I feel like that’s all you care about, you don’t talk about too much more than that, it’s always anal this, or anal that, buy extra anal lube... “I just won the National title you better get the triple strength anal lube this time.” and I don’t even like it... it’s not fun and I just want you to be happy with me... but if that’s all that makes you happy.... Is that all you want from me, is that all you care about?
Trent: Of course not.
Ashlie: Then why do you make me feel that way...
Trent: I don’t know... I that’s all on you, it’s just who I am and you know that.
Ashlie: So... “just deal with it”?
Trent: NO.
Ashlie: “Get over it”?
Trent: Ashlie, you’re reading too much into this.
Ashlie: No I’m not! I just want to stop feeling like Trent Helms’ whore! I’m not a whore!
Trent: You’re not.
Ashlie: Then stop making me feel like I am!
Trent: I don’t even know what you’re saying right now....
Ashlie: Fine... whatever.... I’m going to go get some cigarettes...
[Ashlie turns around and heads right back out the door, slamming it behind her. Trent looks at it confused for a few seconds before he shakes his head and then walks towards the couch, after about a minute the door opens again and Ashlie walks back into the room. She has her head lowered in embarrassment.]
Ashlie: I’m sorry I blew up on you... I shouldn’t have been holding that in... I love you... I’m going to the bathroom.
[Helms looks at her confused yet again as she heads to a different part of the house, out of sight. Helms sighs as he talks to himself.]
Trent: Wow, she’s been real moody lately.
[We fade out.]
**Ring, Ring**
Yeah?
*Hey Ashlie, I need you to wrestle this week on Trauma, Kris Titan has injured herself during training*
No thank you.
*I’m sorry but this isn’t a request.*
I can’t.
*Doctors said your ankle was fully healed weeks ago. I believe you can.*
No. I can’t.
*Ok, let me put it like this... you are wrestling, unless you don’t want to be allowed anywhere near NCW ever again.*
Ugh... but... Kelly.... fine.
….
So it seems that NCW has made a last minute substitution and your former World champion is now on the team of Cynthia Warren.... or Cindy... or whatever her name is, I don’t really care. To take on the incredible, the amazing, the totally never been done before tag team of the new BWA. I’m so impressed.
There’s not much I can here is there? I’m put into a match that I don’t really care about against two people I don’t really have a beef with outside the fact that they were allied with the woman who basically told the world that I was nothing but a pretty faced barbie doll who didn’t deserve to be champion and that I was all that was wrong with the women’s professional wrestling scene....
You know what... I do care about this match now.
Despite the fact that I totally think Alysson was cool and all for getting Steve out of power, you two can’t seriously believe all the other crap she was selling can you? It was nothing but a rambling mess of gibberish and finger pointing at anybody who was successful that wasn’t part of your crew. It was nonsense. it was BS, it was just a whole bunch of fluff that sounded cool but really had no founding in reality. Jenny kicked her ass twice, and yet she still claimed Jenny was being handed everything.
So basically your little group was founded on lies and half truths.
I’d prefer to have my client at my side, the person you jerks attacked for no damn reason outside of the fact that she’s champion... but I’ll settle for little Cynthia who managed to kick Ayla’s ass in the first round of the Road to the Gold tournament.
Maybe we’re not an ideal team, maybe we’ll never see each other again after this match, but for one night we’re going to be the face of this division, the face of every wrestler that you dumb skank asses tried to oppress and rule over...
but don’t take it personally...
it is all just business after all.
[Ashlie stands over the bathroom sink, she stares at the little white piece of plastic in her hands after a few minutes of waiting with no reaction on her face. A knock is heard at the door, and Ashlie quickly throws the piece of plastic under a towel as the door slowly creeps open.]
Helms: Hey, are you ok?
Ashlie: I’m fine.... just a lot on my mind lately, I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.
Trent: Well I was thinking, I’m sorry I made you feel that way. You really mean more to me than you’ll ever know. I don’t want you to ever think that you’re not the most important thing in my life now... outside of my son.
Ashlie: *laughs* You better watch that... people will think that your life doesn’t revolve around skittles.
Trent: Well... it’s like 1a and 1b.
[Trent leans towards her and she leans towards her and the two kiss. Helms smiles and Ashlie smiles right back.]
Ashlie: I’ll be in bed soon... *winks*
[Trent gets a wide smile on his face now before he turns out and heads towards the bedroom, when he’s gone, Ashlie reaches back under the towel and stares at the plastic strip again. She shakes her head as we fade out.]