Post by disdonn on Feb 23, 2010 23:43:58 GMT -6
The hotel room is cold and dark when Julietta arrives. She’s just had a very odd encounter in the streets with another member of the nCw roster, and she badly needs a drink to calm down. She knows she’s in for hell this week, and she knows there’s no escape. She’s committed herself to her room for the last day and a half since the card for Crossroads has come out.
“I don’t get this, I really don’t. Why not just keep me off the damn card if you’re going to put me against people that have already proven they can beat me in a multi-woman situation? Why not give Danielson another easy win; yeah…pick up the pieces after everyone else does the damage. Damnit, I need some booze and I need a man. I REALLY need a man…any man…”
She thinks back to last week, all the random drunk men she could possibly get involved with. She thinks about the times she’s missed the company of another human being. She pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and begins to take a long drink from the bottle. She gets herself into a partially drunken stupor before taking a few half-stumbling steps out of her hotel door.
“I can’t believe this, I came for one reason, to cause pain and now this stupid reincarnabitch Cleo…real name Alexandra Kane, comes to prove that someone’s not afraid of me. I’m alone on the road, and I just f**king miss men. How the hell am I going to survive, I haven’t had sex in over a year…I’m feeling so g*d damned horny, the next man I find is going to get some serious loving.”
Julietta steps into the elevator, and goes down to the bar. She can’t help but find more booze to help her find a man, there’s apparently not much she can think of doing right now.
“F**king Em thinks I’m a couple fries short of a happy meal, and less of a white trash bitch than her. Well maybe she is more of a white trash bitch than anyone else in this match, but Roxi is just some no-name who rides on her husband’s succ…nevermind, Ricky has NEVER meant anything, so she’s just some never-will-be that rides on her perception of a husband’s name. Then you get me, the one who thinks she’s super ugly, and wants to beat the other women until they no longer have beauty. I want to strip everything they value from them. I want to make them as miserable as I am, and you know what, maybe I can. Maybe I can cause them so much emotional pain they will never feel anything ever again.”
Julietta gets a twisted look in her emerald green eyes as she thinks about torturing her opponents emotionally before going into the ring. She thinks first of Emma Danielson, and how much her friend, Andrew Jacobson may very well weigh on her heart. Perhaps Julietta needs to use her body to get what she wants, just one more time.
“Oh, Emma, I see the look in your eyes when you hang around Andrew, and I’m pretty sure that you care deeply for him. I’ve seen that look in my own eyes before, you’re madly in love but you can’t say anything. I want to take that from you, Emma. I know you seek to be the next Women’s Champ, I know, you’re burned after losing in the tournament, then finding your way to being able to beat even the people who were supposed to beat the champion. Well…come get me, you know you can take me, huh, you think you can repeat your victory over and over again? Do it! Prove to me you’re more than some white trash hopelessly stupid whore that can’t even get the guts to ask the man she apparently loves, out on a damn date. Just don’t be surprised when he finds someone else, and you go home broken-hearted. Don’t be surprised when you never love anyone as truly as you do him because you lost him.”
A twisted look comes over her face as she continues, one that denotes only more painful words coming out of her mouth with acid-spitting fury.
“Just think about it, just THINK…oh yeah, nevermind, you don’t care about men, you want me, I’m sorry for pegging you as straight.”
Julietta laughs and walks into the bar, looking at the collection of men that exist, not seeming too interested in any of them, really.
“G*d damnit, I walk into a bar full of queers and f**king redneck biker pricks. None of these men is attractive, all are missing teeth, it looks like the reunion for Ron Gibson and Curtis Kanyon’s collective families. This is just horrible. Oh well, I have other business to attend to first, huh?”
Julietta orders her drink at the bar as quickly as she can, before beginning to berate her other opponents.
“So, Cleo, or Alex, or whatever the hell you want to be called. I see you are going back to your “home” to recuperate. I wonder what kind of home you’re going to, because if you truly are a reincarnation, maybe it’d be best if you went back to Egypt and got bitten by another asp. I mean, seriously, you lost for a reason. You are the most horrendous looking woman in the match. Had Emma not taken you out, I would have gotten back up and kicked your teeth in. But I didn’t get that chance, did I? Oh well, I’m sure we’ll just send you back to the reincarnation bin this week. I mean, if you’re SO OLD and really have been reincarnated, then your soul isn’t that strong anymore, you must have absolutely NO DRIVE left in that body of yours. I mean, wow…if you’re thousands of years old, that must make the men around you just want to go home. “I remember when…” stories turn into some crazy rant about Ancient Egypt and they slowly slink off while you’re busy reminiscing about blowing the black guys back home. It’s ok, I’m not the only crazy bitch in this room, and you’re the next on the chopping block.”
Julietta takes her drink, and downs it as quickly as she can, wiping her mouth after doing so and ordering up another. The men at the bar all take notice, and she gives them a seductive smile and adjusts her bra before moving back to her berating of her opponents.
“So, uh…Roxi? How does it feel to be the wife of the most useless sack of meat in this whole place aside from Mr. Happy? I mean, when has Ricky done anything worthwhile here? I think he won a match once…ONCE. Seriously, how the f**king hell do you expect to be taken seriously? You can’t even manage to win half the time, it’s just…ridiculous. I mean, even if I lose, I’ve made some attempt of an impact, and gotten some pain out of my opponents. You just seem to flounder like a dead fish, and I’m sure Ricky would tell me you smell like one too…it’s called changing tampons, Roxi, you sometimes need to do it. If you don’t, you start to get that not-so-fresh smell and feel, but you’re the kind of person to not be bothered by that, I’m sure you like that feeling by now since Ricky doesn’t touch you anymore. I mean come on…look at this bar, I could have any one of these toothless rednecks, but I’d rather go for a higher-class man. I’d rather go for someone like Andrew Jacobson, or Rob Diamond, or even Bates. In the end, I’m just liable to f**k someone for a cheap one-night-stand tonight to get me back working, then find a new man.”
Julietta downs her next drink, orders another and winks at the closest man to herself.
“This is going to be a fun night, I’m sure I am going to have to order up a few more drinks before I can even think of being with any of these homeless-looking f**ks. But that’s ok, I’m fine, I need something to keep me all warm and toasty, while I wait for Wired. Yep, my second Pay Per View and I’ve been downgraded from the main card, isn’t that just lovely, need another drink, need a LOT of ‘nother drinks. I’ll see you girls when I stop being hung over in a few days.”
The camera fades to black as Julietta downs another drink as if she’s just drinking water. In a few minutes the drinks will catch up with her and she’ll go back to her room with a random man, but for now, she’s feeling high as a kite.
“I don’t get this, I really don’t. Why not just keep me off the damn card if you’re going to put me against people that have already proven they can beat me in a multi-woman situation? Why not give Danielson another easy win; yeah…pick up the pieces after everyone else does the damage. Damnit, I need some booze and I need a man. I REALLY need a man…any man…”
She thinks back to last week, all the random drunk men she could possibly get involved with. She thinks about the times she’s missed the company of another human being. She pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and begins to take a long drink from the bottle. She gets herself into a partially drunken stupor before taking a few half-stumbling steps out of her hotel door.
“I can’t believe this, I came for one reason, to cause pain and now this stupid reincarnabitch Cleo…real name Alexandra Kane, comes to prove that someone’s not afraid of me. I’m alone on the road, and I just f**king miss men. How the hell am I going to survive, I haven’t had sex in over a year…I’m feeling so g*d damned horny, the next man I find is going to get some serious loving.”
Julietta steps into the elevator, and goes down to the bar. She can’t help but find more booze to help her find a man, there’s apparently not much she can think of doing right now.
“F**king Em thinks I’m a couple fries short of a happy meal, and less of a white trash bitch than her. Well maybe she is more of a white trash bitch than anyone else in this match, but Roxi is just some no-name who rides on her husband’s succ…nevermind, Ricky has NEVER meant anything, so she’s just some never-will-be that rides on her perception of a husband’s name. Then you get me, the one who thinks she’s super ugly, and wants to beat the other women until they no longer have beauty. I want to strip everything they value from them. I want to make them as miserable as I am, and you know what, maybe I can. Maybe I can cause them so much emotional pain they will never feel anything ever again.”
Julietta gets a twisted look in her emerald green eyes as she thinks about torturing her opponents emotionally before going into the ring. She thinks first of Emma Danielson, and how much her friend, Andrew Jacobson may very well weigh on her heart. Perhaps Julietta needs to use her body to get what she wants, just one more time.
“Oh, Emma, I see the look in your eyes when you hang around Andrew, and I’m pretty sure that you care deeply for him. I’ve seen that look in my own eyes before, you’re madly in love but you can’t say anything. I want to take that from you, Emma. I know you seek to be the next Women’s Champ, I know, you’re burned after losing in the tournament, then finding your way to being able to beat even the people who were supposed to beat the champion. Well…come get me, you know you can take me, huh, you think you can repeat your victory over and over again? Do it! Prove to me you’re more than some white trash hopelessly stupid whore that can’t even get the guts to ask the man she apparently loves, out on a damn date. Just don’t be surprised when he finds someone else, and you go home broken-hearted. Don’t be surprised when you never love anyone as truly as you do him because you lost him.”
A twisted look comes over her face as she continues, one that denotes only more painful words coming out of her mouth with acid-spitting fury.
“Just think about it, just THINK…oh yeah, nevermind, you don’t care about men, you want me, I’m sorry for pegging you as straight.”
Julietta laughs and walks into the bar, looking at the collection of men that exist, not seeming too interested in any of them, really.
“G*d damnit, I walk into a bar full of queers and f**king redneck biker pricks. None of these men is attractive, all are missing teeth, it looks like the reunion for Ron Gibson and Curtis Kanyon’s collective families. This is just horrible. Oh well, I have other business to attend to first, huh?”
Julietta orders her drink at the bar as quickly as she can, before beginning to berate her other opponents.
“So, Cleo, or Alex, or whatever the hell you want to be called. I see you are going back to your “home” to recuperate. I wonder what kind of home you’re going to, because if you truly are a reincarnation, maybe it’d be best if you went back to Egypt and got bitten by another asp. I mean, seriously, you lost for a reason. You are the most horrendous looking woman in the match. Had Emma not taken you out, I would have gotten back up and kicked your teeth in. But I didn’t get that chance, did I? Oh well, I’m sure we’ll just send you back to the reincarnation bin this week. I mean, if you’re SO OLD and really have been reincarnated, then your soul isn’t that strong anymore, you must have absolutely NO DRIVE left in that body of yours. I mean, wow…if you’re thousands of years old, that must make the men around you just want to go home. “I remember when…” stories turn into some crazy rant about Ancient Egypt and they slowly slink off while you’re busy reminiscing about blowing the black guys back home. It’s ok, I’m not the only crazy bitch in this room, and you’re the next on the chopping block.”
Julietta takes her drink, and downs it as quickly as she can, wiping her mouth after doing so and ordering up another. The men at the bar all take notice, and she gives them a seductive smile and adjusts her bra before moving back to her berating of her opponents.
“So, uh…Roxi? How does it feel to be the wife of the most useless sack of meat in this whole place aside from Mr. Happy? I mean, when has Ricky done anything worthwhile here? I think he won a match once…ONCE. Seriously, how the f**king hell do you expect to be taken seriously? You can’t even manage to win half the time, it’s just…ridiculous. I mean, even if I lose, I’ve made some attempt of an impact, and gotten some pain out of my opponents. You just seem to flounder like a dead fish, and I’m sure Ricky would tell me you smell like one too…it’s called changing tampons, Roxi, you sometimes need to do it. If you don’t, you start to get that not-so-fresh smell and feel, but you’re the kind of person to not be bothered by that, I’m sure you like that feeling by now since Ricky doesn’t touch you anymore. I mean come on…look at this bar, I could have any one of these toothless rednecks, but I’d rather go for a higher-class man. I’d rather go for someone like Andrew Jacobson, or Rob Diamond, or even Bates. In the end, I’m just liable to f**k someone for a cheap one-night-stand tonight to get me back working, then find a new man.”
Julietta downs her next drink, orders another and winks at the closest man to herself.
“This is going to be a fun night, I’m sure I am going to have to order up a few more drinks before I can even think of being with any of these homeless-looking f**ks. But that’s ok, I’m fine, I need something to keep me all warm and toasty, while I wait for Wired. Yep, my second Pay Per View and I’ve been downgraded from the main card, isn’t that just lovely, need another drink, need a LOT of ‘nother drinks. I’ll see you girls when I stop being hung over in a few days.”
The camera fades to black as Julietta downs another drink as if she’s just drinking water. In a few minutes the drinks will catch up with her and she’ll go back to her room with a random man, but for now, she’s feeling high as a kite.