Post by disdonn on Feb 27, 2010 21:07:22 GMT -6
Click.
The sound of a gun being ready to fire is heard as we come to see Julietta in her hotel room, looking down the barrel of the gun as if she’s wondering if the bullet will greet her face with pleasure or pain. She sees the camera, and puts the gun away quickly, only to realize she’s left it c*cked and it goes off into the bed.
“Sonofabitch! I just shot my bed…f**k…Uh, anyway, my sanity or lack thereof has been put into question. Also my being a whore has been addressed. Why thanks for stating the obvious, using only the surface-level anything to address me, women. I mean, sure I’ve glossed over nutcase von Cleo slutcakes, but Em, you know I like you. I mean, you called me pretty. *bats eyelashes* You’re so cool, and you’re so strong-willed. You remind me of…well…me, about two years ago, when I last was involved in wrestling. Unfortunately, wins have been hard for you and me, but you know, it’s tough all over, so let’s just team up and let the final battle between the two most badass bitches in this place heat up the stadium. Huh?”
Julietta laughs maniacally as she looks around her room. It’s more accustomed to what she normally does with her promos, photos of her opponents all over the walls, her little switchblade stuck in dolls with face-portraits of her opponents taped or stapled to the doll. Nothing like a mild bit of mind games to get Julietta back into the swing of things after an all-week bender.
“So you think my drinking away a loss was a bad choice? Eh, go to hell, I spent all last week in f**king Mardi Gras preparing for a match instead of spending it drunk and disorderly, and at least in New Orleans there are a few more sexy men than the toothless schmucks I f**ked from that bar. And Roxi, I wouldn’t touch my lawyer friend with my tits if I wanted to…if you haven’t gotten it from him yet, he’s uh…GAY! Yeah, he’d not want to touch me even if I came on to him completely naked, oiled and begging for it. He’d rather go chasing down the pretty boys of San Francisco than touch a woman with my charms. And uh…thanks for noticing your husband wins matches, I know I don’t. I can’t quite pin why…maybe it’s because he’s not worth following. Maybe it’s because no matter what wishing you have for him, he’s NEVER going to beat Atreyu, a real man needs to do that. Someone like Falcon, perhaps.”
She cackles once again, pulling out a mirror to primp her hair, which is not in her trademark Mohawk. She appears to actually have made an effort to look good, and as a knock comes to the door we may know why. Julietta rushes to the door, like a kid at the candy store and opens it, smiling as broadly as she can. Her fake charm does not get past Chad Lights, who is still deathly afraid of the psychotic drunken female known as Julietta.
“Come in, Chad, come and sit down on…well, don’t sit on the bed, there’s a loaded gun under the pillow, it might go off. But I think there’s a chair over there somewhere.”
Chad looks on the floor, and the only chair is a steel one, wrapped in barbed wire. He almost faints at the idea and shakes his head.
Chad Lights: Uh…um…I think I’ll just stand.
“Do I intimidate you?”
Chad Lights: Y-yes?
“Don’t be intimidated, I know you had problems with my ex, but…please, sit down somewhere, find somewhere without weapons or voodoo dolls and just…relax.”
He finds a place on the dresser to sit, almost putting his hand into the flame of a candle he pulls away before he gets burned.
“So I see you wanted to interview me, handsome, uh…did you have questions for the beautiful Julietta Lee?”
Chad Lights: I wouldn’t consider you that beautiful but…
Julietta grabs him by the throat, looking like she’s about to kill him, before she thinks better of it and smiles as she backs away.
“Sorry, Chad, just…a little jumpy at insults. You know…all the adrenaline pumping before the match tomorrow. So, questions?”
Chad Lights: Julietta Lee, what was the real reason you got drunk and uh…did what you did earlier this week?
Julietta sits on the bed, being careful not to set off the gun as she does so and assumes a fake thinking pose. She tries to make sure to bat her eyelashes a little, faking flattery to Chad to get his attention, and not his, but the attention of the thing he keeps in his pants most of the time.
“You see, Chad, I’m lonely. It’s hard, you know, being a single parent, having to go away from your children, leaving them with your ex’s relatives as guardians while you go off to make money the only way you know how. I mean, I earned a good three hundred dollars that night, and I think it covered my bar tab, but I’m not entirely sure.”
Chad almost vomits at the prospects of that, but Julietta begins to laugh.
“You honestly think I would have charged that low? Seriously, they didn’t even have the money for that. You see, most of the men in the bar really weren’t that great looking, even after quite a few drinks. So I came back, caught the room service guy in my room and just…gave him a night he will never forget. I do have some semblance of class, I have kids you know. I can’t let them know their mommy is a giant whore that’d f**k anything that moves. But honestly, I was desperate for affection, and if my lawyer friend Disdonn wasn’t so damn gay, I’d have been hopping on his stick long ago. I haven’t been laid since the divorce, and obviously, a year and a half is a long time to put a nympho like myself on the shelf. I felt myself eating away inside by not getting used, and, I just couldn’t stop myself.”
Chad Lights: Alright…but this really doesn’t answer what Roxi was insinuating, does it?
Julietta fakes a laugh, and then gets serious for a second. Her voice drops to almost a whisper as her tone becomes almost like threats spewing like venom from her mouth.
“That bitch doesn’t know what it is like to be me, she has a man. She gets her sex; she doesn’t crave anything like I do. None of these stupid bitches have these problems. If they have kids, they have a man in their lives to help. If they don’t, they have a man or at least part-time sex to keep them satisfied on a monthly basis. But me, I’m a nymphomaniac and I haven’t had sex in almost two g*d damn years before this week. Do you know how HARD it is for me to just…have my vibrator to comfort me on these lonely nights on the road? I need a body of warm flesh, someone to hold me…someone to…”
Julietta begins to lose it, and starts to cry. Her emotional side has now gotten let loose, and the dam has broken. Chad grabs tissues and gives her one. She blows her nose loudly, and uses another sheet of tissue to wipe her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Chad, to break down like this. But…you should know something about the loneliness of the road. How do you handle it? How do you live this life as a vagabond and not go insane?”
Chad Lights: I don’t know, I just have gotten used to it after a few years, I guess.
“No woman?”
Chad Lights: That’s neither here nor there…
“So a man then?”
He looks offended, but ignores her comments.
“I’m sorry, I’m…I’m very emotional right now. I didn’t come to win titles, Chad. I didn’t come to do anything but cause pain to other people. I do it to fill that void where my ex used to be. I have this hole…right here.”
She points at her chest, really emphasizing the fact that there’s something missing.
“I really, really need something, someone…to fill the void. I was with that nutcase, forgiving his indiscretions and habits and drugs and running around with my evil twin Joanie for the sake of our kids and my own sanity. I traveled with him to not be alone at home. I miss him in the respects as I miss what he represented, something I could hold onto. When I am sad, I needed him to be that rock. When I was happy, he was there to keep me happy. But now, I’m all on my own, and I realize I really can’t do this by myself. Not the wrestling thing, that’s not a problem. But LIFE; I mean, my kids drove me nuts to the point where I gave them up to my ex’s mother. I love them, but I wanted to kill them daily, I needed to get a job, get out of the house. I got it here. I did some violent things, but now I’m still so damn lonely and I wonder if there is a cure for that. Don’t you understand?”
By now, Julietta has begun to move closer to Chad, who is getting quite a bit uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, Chad, I know I make you queasy. I do that to men, I’m disgusting. Not that I’m not pretty, it’s just I cater to a specific kind of man. I have tattoos and piercings in places I can’t name. I usually dress oddly for someone who actually has a lot more money than she puts on. I look like I’m homeless, despite actually having been able to afford quite a lot of nice things when I was married. In the end, I don’t need the money, what I need is the experience. I need the job, something to fill my time. I suck as a mother, I admit that. I’m a terrible role model and maybe I need to find someone to take over that role so I don’t have to be the only one. Maybe I need something more…maybe…I just need to be something worth looking up to. And I’m going to start…by beating these f**king girls within an inch of their lives tomorrow night. Cleo the undead bitch. Roxi the non-gimmick rich bitch. And Emma, my friend in insanity but still a bitch…bitch. All three of you might have a shot at beating me, but I have to do something for myself…and that’s win. I haven’t had a lot of those lately, and I feel my sanity slipping. I need this win…so Chad, go find your man and **** him. Cuz I’m going to go get mine…after I beat these stupid whores.”
Chad gets up to leave, but Julietta blocks the door.
“Are you sure I’m not your type?”
Chad Lights: Definitely.
She lets him pass, a tear strolling down the side of her face like a spare icicle on a completely thawed house.
“You think I’m a whore? You think I’m a drunk? Well let’s get one thing straight; no matter how much I do during the week, tomorrow is the one night I work. And I don’t show to work drunk, or hungover. I’m not Scott f**king Hall’s female counterpart. So make your jokes, Roxi, Em, and Cleo. All of you are going to see I’m the Stain that Never Comes Off. Welcome to my world, all your dolls are just a tipping point for tomorrow. See you there.”
She sits down hard on the bed, and the gun goes off again. The cameraman scrambles. Scared that he’s been shot, he drops the camera. Cut to static as the scene ends abruptly.
The sound of a gun being ready to fire is heard as we come to see Julietta in her hotel room, looking down the barrel of the gun as if she’s wondering if the bullet will greet her face with pleasure or pain. She sees the camera, and puts the gun away quickly, only to realize she’s left it c*cked and it goes off into the bed.
“Sonofabitch! I just shot my bed…f**k…Uh, anyway, my sanity or lack thereof has been put into question. Also my being a whore has been addressed. Why thanks for stating the obvious, using only the surface-level anything to address me, women. I mean, sure I’ve glossed over nutcase von Cleo slutcakes, but Em, you know I like you. I mean, you called me pretty. *bats eyelashes* You’re so cool, and you’re so strong-willed. You remind me of…well…me, about two years ago, when I last was involved in wrestling. Unfortunately, wins have been hard for you and me, but you know, it’s tough all over, so let’s just team up and let the final battle between the two most badass bitches in this place heat up the stadium. Huh?”
Julietta laughs maniacally as she looks around her room. It’s more accustomed to what she normally does with her promos, photos of her opponents all over the walls, her little switchblade stuck in dolls with face-portraits of her opponents taped or stapled to the doll. Nothing like a mild bit of mind games to get Julietta back into the swing of things after an all-week bender.
“So you think my drinking away a loss was a bad choice? Eh, go to hell, I spent all last week in f**king Mardi Gras preparing for a match instead of spending it drunk and disorderly, and at least in New Orleans there are a few more sexy men than the toothless schmucks I f**ked from that bar. And Roxi, I wouldn’t touch my lawyer friend with my tits if I wanted to…if you haven’t gotten it from him yet, he’s uh…GAY! Yeah, he’d not want to touch me even if I came on to him completely naked, oiled and begging for it. He’d rather go chasing down the pretty boys of San Francisco than touch a woman with my charms. And uh…thanks for noticing your husband wins matches, I know I don’t. I can’t quite pin why…maybe it’s because he’s not worth following. Maybe it’s because no matter what wishing you have for him, he’s NEVER going to beat Atreyu, a real man needs to do that. Someone like Falcon, perhaps.”
She cackles once again, pulling out a mirror to primp her hair, which is not in her trademark Mohawk. She appears to actually have made an effort to look good, and as a knock comes to the door we may know why. Julietta rushes to the door, like a kid at the candy store and opens it, smiling as broadly as she can. Her fake charm does not get past Chad Lights, who is still deathly afraid of the psychotic drunken female known as Julietta.
“Come in, Chad, come and sit down on…well, don’t sit on the bed, there’s a loaded gun under the pillow, it might go off. But I think there’s a chair over there somewhere.”
Chad looks on the floor, and the only chair is a steel one, wrapped in barbed wire. He almost faints at the idea and shakes his head.
Chad Lights: Uh…um…I think I’ll just stand.
“Do I intimidate you?”
Chad Lights: Y-yes?
“Don’t be intimidated, I know you had problems with my ex, but…please, sit down somewhere, find somewhere without weapons or voodoo dolls and just…relax.”
He finds a place on the dresser to sit, almost putting his hand into the flame of a candle he pulls away before he gets burned.
“So I see you wanted to interview me, handsome, uh…did you have questions for the beautiful Julietta Lee?”
Chad Lights: I wouldn’t consider you that beautiful but…
Julietta grabs him by the throat, looking like she’s about to kill him, before she thinks better of it and smiles as she backs away.
“Sorry, Chad, just…a little jumpy at insults. You know…all the adrenaline pumping before the match tomorrow. So, questions?”
Chad Lights: Julietta Lee, what was the real reason you got drunk and uh…did what you did earlier this week?
Julietta sits on the bed, being careful not to set off the gun as she does so and assumes a fake thinking pose. She tries to make sure to bat her eyelashes a little, faking flattery to Chad to get his attention, and not his, but the attention of the thing he keeps in his pants most of the time.
“You see, Chad, I’m lonely. It’s hard, you know, being a single parent, having to go away from your children, leaving them with your ex’s relatives as guardians while you go off to make money the only way you know how. I mean, I earned a good three hundred dollars that night, and I think it covered my bar tab, but I’m not entirely sure.”
Chad almost vomits at the prospects of that, but Julietta begins to laugh.
“You honestly think I would have charged that low? Seriously, they didn’t even have the money for that. You see, most of the men in the bar really weren’t that great looking, even after quite a few drinks. So I came back, caught the room service guy in my room and just…gave him a night he will never forget. I do have some semblance of class, I have kids you know. I can’t let them know their mommy is a giant whore that’d f**k anything that moves. But honestly, I was desperate for affection, and if my lawyer friend Disdonn wasn’t so damn gay, I’d have been hopping on his stick long ago. I haven’t been laid since the divorce, and obviously, a year and a half is a long time to put a nympho like myself on the shelf. I felt myself eating away inside by not getting used, and, I just couldn’t stop myself.”
Chad Lights: Alright…but this really doesn’t answer what Roxi was insinuating, does it?
Julietta fakes a laugh, and then gets serious for a second. Her voice drops to almost a whisper as her tone becomes almost like threats spewing like venom from her mouth.
“That bitch doesn’t know what it is like to be me, she has a man. She gets her sex; she doesn’t crave anything like I do. None of these stupid bitches have these problems. If they have kids, they have a man in their lives to help. If they don’t, they have a man or at least part-time sex to keep them satisfied on a monthly basis. But me, I’m a nymphomaniac and I haven’t had sex in almost two g*d damn years before this week. Do you know how HARD it is for me to just…have my vibrator to comfort me on these lonely nights on the road? I need a body of warm flesh, someone to hold me…someone to…”
Julietta begins to lose it, and starts to cry. Her emotional side has now gotten let loose, and the dam has broken. Chad grabs tissues and gives her one. She blows her nose loudly, and uses another sheet of tissue to wipe her eyes.
“I’m sorry, Chad, to break down like this. But…you should know something about the loneliness of the road. How do you handle it? How do you live this life as a vagabond and not go insane?”
Chad Lights: I don’t know, I just have gotten used to it after a few years, I guess.
“No woman?”
Chad Lights: That’s neither here nor there…
“So a man then?”
He looks offended, but ignores her comments.
“I’m sorry, I’m…I’m very emotional right now. I didn’t come to win titles, Chad. I didn’t come to do anything but cause pain to other people. I do it to fill that void where my ex used to be. I have this hole…right here.”
She points at her chest, really emphasizing the fact that there’s something missing.
“I really, really need something, someone…to fill the void. I was with that nutcase, forgiving his indiscretions and habits and drugs and running around with my evil twin Joanie for the sake of our kids and my own sanity. I traveled with him to not be alone at home. I miss him in the respects as I miss what he represented, something I could hold onto. When I am sad, I needed him to be that rock. When I was happy, he was there to keep me happy. But now, I’m all on my own, and I realize I really can’t do this by myself. Not the wrestling thing, that’s not a problem. But LIFE; I mean, my kids drove me nuts to the point where I gave them up to my ex’s mother. I love them, but I wanted to kill them daily, I needed to get a job, get out of the house. I got it here. I did some violent things, but now I’m still so damn lonely and I wonder if there is a cure for that. Don’t you understand?”
By now, Julietta has begun to move closer to Chad, who is getting quite a bit uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, Chad, I know I make you queasy. I do that to men, I’m disgusting. Not that I’m not pretty, it’s just I cater to a specific kind of man. I have tattoos and piercings in places I can’t name. I usually dress oddly for someone who actually has a lot more money than she puts on. I look like I’m homeless, despite actually having been able to afford quite a lot of nice things when I was married. In the end, I don’t need the money, what I need is the experience. I need the job, something to fill my time. I suck as a mother, I admit that. I’m a terrible role model and maybe I need to find someone to take over that role so I don’t have to be the only one. Maybe I need something more…maybe…I just need to be something worth looking up to. And I’m going to start…by beating these f**king girls within an inch of their lives tomorrow night. Cleo the undead bitch. Roxi the non-gimmick rich bitch. And Emma, my friend in insanity but still a bitch…bitch. All three of you might have a shot at beating me, but I have to do something for myself…and that’s win. I haven’t had a lot of those lately, and I feel my sanity slipping. I need this win…so Chad, go find your man and **** him. Cuz I’m going to go get mine…after I beat these stupid whores.”
Chad gets up to leave, but Julietta blocks the door.
“Are you sure I’m not your type?”
Chad Lights: Definitely.
She lets him pass, a tear strolling down the side of her face like a spare icicle on a completely thawed house.
“You think I’m a whore? You think I’m a drunk? Well let’s get one thing straight; no matter how much I do during the week, tomorrow is the one night I work. And I don’t show to work drunk, or hungover. I’m not Scott f**king Hall’s female counterpart. So make your jokes, Roxi, Em, and Cleo. All of you are going to see I’m the Stain that Never Comes Off. Welcome to my world, all your dolls are just a tipping point for tomorrow. See you there.”
She sits down hard on the bed, and the gun goes off again. The cameraman scrambles. Scared that he’s been shot, he drops the camera. Cut to static as the scene ends abruptly.