Post by Ayla St. James on Jan 5, 2010 2:35:01 GMT -6
"This is an outrage!"
(Glen Jermaine sighed for the fortieth time. He'd rented a small apartment to house them both until she'd earned enough money to afford the down payment on a home. But nothing ever seemed to appease her majesty. Even now, she was pacing back and forth. She had on a red silk dress with a slit almost to her left hip, but at the rate she was frantically walking, one misstep and she might end up naked.)
"I told you.. it's only temporary. There's only so far I can stretch a dollar."
"Maybe I should hire someone to handle my finances if you're only capable of so much."
(Her sarcasm bit the air like a jungle cat. But he ignored it, like he usually did.)
"Be my guest. Hope you'll find someone to work as cheap as I do, just to tell you what I already told you."
(She stopped pacing and stared daggers at him.)
"You'd be surprised what I can do with a little initiative."
(He stared back, amazed at how she could go from spoiled brat to an eloquent speaker in a heartbeat.)
"You're welcome to try."
"But you're supposed to be helping me!"
(And back again. She even added an angry stomp of the foot. Glen could swear he heard the dress cry out.)
"Look.. let's not fight about this. This is supposed to be a happy time. You have a job on American TV, I thought you'd be happy."
"I am happy! I just wish you were a better negotiator. I should be the highest paid woman on the roster, but at the rate you got me, I doubt that's the case."
(Glen declined to tell her the rate she was given was more than fair, and a fair bit more than she was being paid on Les Vies du Hearted Casse. (Lives of the Broken Hearted) The Soap she was on in Canada.)
"Well, you'll just have to work harder and be better than anyone else. Then they'll be forced to pay you more."
"Oh, I plan on it. Personne ne peut se tenir de ma maniere."
(Nobody can stand in my way.)
(He hated when she would just bust into French. He hoped nCw would spring for subtitles.)
"I'm aware of that. The question is, what are you aware of?"
"Meaning?"
"Your match this Friday against Zelda Knite."
"I'm facing a video game character?"
(Glen facepalms.)
"No.. She's..."
"I know.. the sister of former nCw World Champion Adam Knite. I just wanted to get that out there because I have nothing else to make fun of her for."
"Why not?"
"Look at her! She's cute! She has wrestling in her blood! She has a big sexy brother who can do.. vicious things to me if I get out of line. En fait, Je souhaite qu'il."
(In fact, I wish he would.)
"He's married. In fact, recently married."
"Do you always have to kill my dreams?"
(He would neglect to point out he was her biggest supporter. Probably her only one.)
"No..."
"Right. Anyway, I don't have to insult her. She's cute, I'm beautiful. She's a good wrestler, I'm a great wrestler. She wears cute little outfits and has quirky little names for her moves, I wear the finest in fashions and am a precision machine of athleticism."
(Glen wondered if any of that was actually true, but she said it with such conviction. He also wondered if that made sense to the average person.)
"I just wish she was here to tell her in person."
(Glen facepalmed again.)
"That's what the camera is for."
(She glared at him.)
"I knew that. I meant that literally. But since you're so convinced I'm an idiot, I'm going to oblidge you."
(She turned to face the camera fully, smoothing out the wrinkles in the satin of her dress.)
"Look, honeypot. I know you're brother is some big shot around here, and I accept that. I know he's probably training you as we speak, and I accept that. What I also know is that nothing is going to stop me from conquering this new division in New Championship Wrestling. I've spent the last three years on a TV show, with an small audience. Granted, a great audience.. but there's only so many people who get that channel. But now.. now I'm on the big time. nCw's Suspense.. broadcast on the web, where millions all over the world can see it. And that excites me like nothing else. It's better than flowers. It's better than diamonds. It's better than..."
(She trails off, snapping her fingers like she's trying to think of a word.)
"Sex..?"
(She turned to him, horror aghast on her lovely face.)
"Must you go to the gutter so quickly?"
(Glen sighed, and just gave up.)
"It's better than chocolate, scented candles and marathons of Law and Order: SVU is what I was going to say before the purv over there interrupted. So, Zelda, sweetheart, I don't want to you to be mad when I defeat you definatively in that ring on Friday. I don't want you to cry. I just want you to bow and accept my greatness. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you ride along when I win the tournament and become the first ever nCw Women's Champion."
(Glen wondered if she herself realized how ridiculous she sounded.)
"Nothing is going to stop me. Not you, not a 'dutchess', not a 'princess', not a punk rocker, not some other wrestlers wife... Nobody. I will prove once and for all, why I am...
The best face you've never seen...
And it starts with you."
(End.)
(Glen Jermaine sighed for the fortieth time. He'd rented a small apartment to house them both until she'd earned enough money to afford the down payment on a home. But nothing ever seemed to appease her majesty. Even now, she was pacing back and forth. She had on a red silk dress with a slit almost to her left hip, but at the rate she was frantically walking, one misstep and she might end up naked.)
"I told you.. it's only temporary. There's only so far I can stretch a dollar."
"Maybe I should hire someone to handle my finances if you're only capable of so much."
(Her sarcasm bit the air like a jungle cat. But he ignored it, like he usually did.)
"Be my guest. Hope you'll find someone to work as cheap as I do, just to tell you what I already told you."
(She stopped pacing and stared daggers at him.)
"You'd be surprised what I can do with a little initiative."
(He stared back, amazed at how she could go from spoiled brat to an eloquent speaker in a heartbeat.)
"You're welcome to try."
"But you're supposed to be helping me!"
(And back again. She even added an angry stomp of the foot. Glen could swear he heard the dress cry out.)
"Look.. let's not fight about this. This is supposed to be a happy time. You have a job on American TV, I thought you'd be happy."
"I am happy! I just wish you were a better negotiator. I should be the highest paid woman on the roster, but at the rate you got me, I doubt that's the case."
(Glen declined to tell her the rate she was given was more than fair, and a fair bit more than she was being paid on Les Vies du Hearted Casse. (Lives of the Broken Hearted) The Soap she was on in Canada.)
"Well, you'll just have to work harder and be better than anyone else. Then they'll be forced to pay you more."
"Oh, I plan on it. Personne ne peut se tenir de ma maniere."
(Nobody can stand in my way.)
(He hated when she would just bust into French. He hoped nCw would spring for subtitles.)
"I'm aware of that. The question is, what are you aware of?"
"Meaning?"
"Your match this Friday against Zelda Knite."
"I'm facing a video game character?"
(Glen facepalms.)
"No.. She's..."
"I know.. the sister of former nCw World Champion Adam Knite. I just wanted to get that out there because I have nothing else to make fun of her for."
"Why not?"
"Look at her! She's cute! She has wrestling in her blood! She has a big sexy brother who can do.. vicious things to me if I get out of line. En fait, Je souhaite qu'il."
(In fact, I wish he would.)
"He's married. In fact, recently married."
"Do you always have to kill my dreams?"
(He would neglect to point out he was her biggest supporter. Probably her only one.)
"No..."
"Right. Anyway, I don't have to insult her. She's cute, I'm beautiful. She's a good wrestler, I'm a great wrestler. She wears cute little outfits and has quirky little names for her moves, I wear the finest in fashions and am a precision machine of athleticism."
(Glen wondered if any of that was actually true, but she said it with such conviction. He also wondered if that made sense to the average person.)
"I just wish she was here to tell her in person."
(Glen facepalmed again.)
"That's what the camera is for."
(She glared at him.)
"I knew that. I meant that literally. But since you're so convinced I'm an idiot, I'm going to oblidge you."
(She turned to face the camera fully, smoothing out the wrinkles in the satin of her dress.)
"Look, honeypot. I know you're brother is some big shot around here, and I accept that. I know he's probably training you as we speak, and I accept that. What I also know is that nothing is going to stop me from conquering this new division in New Championship Wrestling. I've spent the last three years on a TV show, with an small audience. Granted, a great audience.. but there's only so many people who get that channel. But now.. now I'm on the big time. nCw's Suspense.. broadcast on the web, where millions all over the world can see it. And that excites me like nothing else. It's better than flowers. It's better than diamonds. It's better than..."
(She trails off, snapping her fingers like she's trying to think of a word.)
"Sex..?"
(She turned to him, horror aghast on her lovely face.)
"Must you go to the gutter so quickly?"
(Glen sighed, and just gave up.)
"It's better than chocolate, scented candles and marathons of Law and Order: SVU is what I was going to say before the purv over there interrupted. So, Zelda, sweetheart, I don't want to you to be mad when I defeat you definatively in that ring on Friday. I don't want you to cry. I just want you to bow and accept my greatness. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let you ride along when I win the tournament and become the first ever nCw Women's Champion."
(Glen wondered if she herself realized how ridiculous she sounded.)
"Nothing is going to stop me. Not you, not a 'dutchess', not a 'princess', not a punk rocker, not some other wrestlers wife... Nobody. I will prove once and for all, why I am...
The best face you've never seen...
And it starts with you."
(End.)