Post by Ayla St. James on Jan 20, 2010 12:12:46 GMT -6
"Woman confuse the hell out of me, sometimes."
(Germaine sat in an armchair, staring out the window. The sound tech stood close by, continuing the conversation they were having before the cameras were set.)
"How do you mean?"
"Well, last week she was in bed all week, unable to stand because she hurt so bad. Now she's been out every night, mostly all night, and I know she still has to be in pain."
"Well.. what's the difference?"
"She won this time."
"That had to be nice."
"Ehhh.. possibly. I'm just afraid it's going to give her a big head."
"How could it be any bigger than it already was?"
"That... is a good point."
(It was an this point the door of the of the apartment flung open and a beaming Ayla St. James (Drunken, could also be said, Allegedly.) sauntered in. To say her evening dress was barely hanging on would be an understatement. We're about 2 inches from breaking out the black bar the censors love so much. She stumbled into the room, falling atop the couch.)
"What're you guys doing up so.. late..?"
"It's the next day.. Ayla. Not only is it the next day, but it's the next afternoon."
"Uhhhh oh.. right. What's the camera here for?"
"You called them. About six hours ago. Telling them to set up and wait for you."
"Uhhh oh yea. I had this great... (burp) acceptance speech written for my win. And then.. some guy bought me a drink.. and.. I guess I forgot."
(Glen facepalms, something that had become a habit recently.)
"Well, as long as you're not dead."
(In a comedic burst of timing, she promptly falls off the couch and onto the floor.)
"Oy... Are you ok Ayla?"
"....."
"Can you.. turn that off for about an hour?"
"Ummm sure.. that.. might be a good thing for right now."
"Thanks..."
(Due to the magic of camera tricks, we pick up immediately, but really an hour or so has passed. Ayla now sat on the couch, her head bowed and her eyes closed, dressed in a Sally Martinez promo t-shirt and shorts.. She held an ice pak to her skull.)
"So maybe celebrating every night this week wasn't such a good idea after all. But, it sure felt good while I was doing it. Well, what I can remember really. See, a week ago I was laying in bed, hurting, after a big ole girl layed me out. I had just lost my first match in nCw. I know it could have been worse by actually being pinned, but it didn't take the sting away. And now, I'm still hurting, but I have a reason to celebrate. The victory last Friday meant that everything I worked on wasn't in vain. That I really belong here. When I wrapped those sexy legs into Fired from the Set, and forced her hand to hit the mat.. everything I dreamed this would be became a reality."
(A smile. Followed by a thumbs up.)
"And you all thought I was just some pretty face with a nice rack. You all thought I would be some easy pushover, signed just to shake my ass on TV and increase the 18-34 rating. But now.."
(The thumbs up turns into a one finger salute, blurred by the censors.)
"Maintenant, vous pouvez embrasser mon ass, parfaitement modifiée la tonalité."
(The hand comes down.)
"But, that's enough of the mission statement. See, it seems that Ashley and I put on such a good show that they're giving us a little alone time. Just the two of us. The proverbial round two, you could say. I'm not sure why, but they must have seen something in that little cluster out of the two of us that incited a feeling of awe. Or I could entirely be wrong about this, who knows?"
(Cute shrug.)
"She could be steaming mad that I made her tap out. She could have walked right into management and demanded that she get another chance at me to revenge her embarassment. She could be, right now, having a voodoo doll crafted in my image and hexxing my face into wrinkles, my jubblies to sag to the floor and cellulite to mar my perfect legs. Or she could just be working out, getting all lean and muscled, training to beat me into a hole. I can't really be sure. If you think the men in this business are unpredictable, you've never seen a woman's division before. No cat fights here."
(A picture flashes on the screen of two fluffy kittens playing with one another. Awww.)
"We're just as prideful in our skill as the boys are, and twice as prideful in our looks. That's why I have to break you again, Ashley. To not only win the match, but show nCw that the women are here to stay, and we can outshine the big boys. I don't want to think that you don't belong here, so you're going to have to show me that you do. And this time.. make it good, please?"
(She finally opens her eyes and sets the ice pak aside.)
"Ce serait amusement pour entendre votre jolie voix crier encore."
(Fade.)
(Germaine sat in an armchair, staring out the window. The sound tech stood close by, continuing the conversation they were having before the cameras were set.)
"How do you mean?"
"Well, last week she was in bed all week, unable to stand because she hurt so bad. Now she's been out every night, mostly all night, and I know she still has to be in pain."
"Well.. what's the difference?"
"She won this time."
"That had to be nice."
"Ehhh.. possibly. I'm just afraid it's going to give her a big head."
"How could it be any bigger than it already was?"
"That... is a good point."
(It was an this point the door of the of the apartment flung open and a beaming Ayla St. James (Drunken, could also be said, Allegedly.) sauntered in. To say her evening dress was barely hanging on would be an understatement. We're about 2 inches from breaking out the black bar the censors love so much. She stumbled into the room, falling atop the couch.)
"What're you guys doing up so.. late..?"
"It's the next day.. Ayla. Not only is it the next day, but it's the next afternoon."
"Uhhhh oh.. right. What's the camera here for?"
"You called them. About six hours ago. Telling them to set up and wait for you."
"Uhhh oh yea. I had this great... (burp) acceptance speech written for my win. And then.. some guy bought me a drink.. and.. I guess I forgot."
(Glen facepalms, something that had become a habit recently.)
"Well, as long as you're not dead."
(In a comedic burst of timing, she promptly falls off the couch and onto the floor.)
"Oy... Are you ok Ayla?"
"....."
"Can you.. turn that off for about an hour?"
"Ummm sure.. that.. might be a good thing for right now."
"Thanks..."
(Due to the magic of camera tricks, we pick up immediately, but really an hour or so has passed. Ayla now sat on the couch, her head bowed and her eyes closed, dressed in a Sally Martinez promo t-shirt and shorts.. She held an ice pak to her skull.)
"So maybe celebrating every night this week wasn't such a good idea after all. But, it sure felt good while I was doing it. Well, what I can remember really. See, a week ago I was laying in bed, hurting, after a big ole girl layed me out. I had just lost my first match in nCw. I know it could have been worse by actually being pinned, but it didn't take the sting away. And now, I'm still hurting, but I have a reason to celebrate. The victory last Friday meant that everything I worked on wasn't in vain. That I really belong here. When I wrapped those sexy legs into Fired from the Set, and forced her hand to hit the mat.. everything I dreamed this would be became a reality."
(A smile. Followed by a thumbs up.)
"And you all thought I was just some pretty face with a nice rack. You all thought I would be some easy pushover, signed just to shake my ass on TV and increase the 18-34 rating. But now.."
(The thumbs up turns into a one finger salute, blurred by the censors.)
"Maintenant, vous pouvez embrasser mon ass, parfaitement modifiée la tonalité."
(The hand comes down.)
"But, that's enough of the mission statement. See, it seems that Ashley and I put on such a good show that they're giving us a little alone time. Just the two of us. The proverbial round two, you could say. I'm not sure why, but they must have seen something in that little cluster out of the two of us that incited a feeling of awe. Or I could entirely be wrong about this, who knows?"
(Cute shrug.)
"She could be steaming mad that I made her tap out. She could have walked right into management and demanded that she get another chance at me to revenge her embarassment. She could be, right now, having a voodoo doll crafted in my image and hexxing my face into wrinkles, my jubblies to sag to the floor and cellulite to mar my perfect legs. Or she could just be working out, getting all lean and muscled, training to beat me into a hole. I can't really be sure. If you think the men in this business are unpredictable, you've never seen a woman's division before. No cat fights here."
(A picture flashes on the screen of two fluffy kittens playing with one another. Awww.)
"We're just as prideful in our skill as the boys are, and twice as prideful in our looks. That's why I have to break you again, Ashley. To not only win the match, but show nCw that the women are here to stay, and we can outshine the big boys. I don't want to think that you don't belong here, so you're going to have to show me that you do. And this time.. make it good, please?"
(She finally opens her eyes and sets the ice pak aside.)
"Ce serait amusement pour entendre votre jolie voix crier encore."
(Fade.)