Post by Ayla St. James on Apr 28, 2010 19:42:05 GMT -6
"This is it, isn't it? The last hurrah, as it were. I have to stand toe to toe against the unbeatable. I get a chance to recitify all of my past mistakes, all of my past failures. I get the chance to show everyone that I'm not someone to be trifiled with, not just some pretty faced little chick who looks good on camera and then cant' hack it in the ring. Though, judging by the past it seems that's all I am good for. But, I don't care..."
(Pause to let it in.)
"Yeah, I don't care. Right now, I'm just so lost. I want to be here, but now I don't even know why. I used to watch wrestling every night. If it wasn't on, I'd watch a tape or a DVD. This was something I dreamed of doing. I would wrestle with my teddy bears on my bed as a teen, when no-one was watching. Even when I had a casting call the next day for a commercial, or a walk on role in some sitcom, the night before I was dreaming of wrestling at some big show with a million people watching me perform. But now.. I don't care..."
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{Cleo laughs softly, placing a soft and delicate hand to Ayla's face. She was truly a sweet woman, and reminded Cleo a lot of herself when she was still young as Ayla. Cleo leans in, and looks Ayla in the eyes. They were beautiful, and filled with life. Cleo lifts Ayla's chin to hers and kisses Ayla on the lips. Ayla is in total shock of what had just happened, but something seemed right, but what she couldn't figure out. Cleo breaks the kiss, and gets to her feet, pushing a stray piece of hair back from Ayla's face.}
"What... what is this I'm feeling?"
"I hope that you will take me up on my offer Ayla. I'll have your room prepared for your arrival tonight. Goodbye for now my sweet sweet Ayla."
"I should.. I should refuse.. first it was out of politeness. But this.. this is too much?"
{Cleo leans down once again, and kisses her softly on the lips again, before heading back into the hallway, leaving Ayla wondering what to do next}
"This is.. wrong.. isn't it? Half of me screams that this is completely right, that this is 2010 and I shouldn't be so bible belt about this. The other half puts up a roadblock with a giant No painted on it. I should go after her, either to accompany her.. or tell her that I'm not interested. I don't.. I don't know anymore."
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"I want to beat you Zelda. I may be lost and confused like a small puppy left alone by the side of the highway right now, but I'm still a competitor. I'm sorry that I don't really have the focus I should to put on you right now, but everytime I try to think about you, her face creeps into my mind and replaces any thoughts I might have been thinking. It's not just you, sometimes I can't even think about a grilled cheese sandwich without the same effect happening."
(Tired Sigh.)
"This is all new to me. I've never been in a position where one person, one event, stood out so much in my mind that I could barely do anything else. I almost missed my flight the other day because I wasn't paying attention to the boarding calls. This really is a case of it's not you, it's me. I used to have supreme focus. I could slip into a zone and read a script, and have it fully memorized after just the first time. So much that I would never even need to look at it again. I don't know what's happening to me. I wish somebody could explain this to me."
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{Ayla stood outside the door to Cleo's Penthouse. She stood there, just staring at the door. Who could tell how long she was standing there. How many times her hand came up to knock on the door, or ring the bell and fell again before doing neither. Finally, her hand came up again, and she sighed to steel herself to finally do it. And then the door opened.}
"Oh, Ayla!? We were expecting you earlier."
"Yea.. I... uhh.. I'm sorry. I had to take care of a few things at home."
"Oh, ok. Miss Cleo is sunbathing on the balcony."
"Oh, ok, I'll get settled first then."
{Ayla grabbed her two bags and followed Stacey inside. Stacey led her to the same guestroom she stayed in last week. Ayla set her things on the bed, and turned to Stacey.}
"Ayla.."
"Yes?"
{Stacey stepped in close, their noses almost touching.}
"She's put a lot of feelings into you. A lot of hope, trust, and... love. If you hurt her.."
{Stacey let the words hang a moment.}
"I'll kill you..."
{Ayla partially cringes away. And Stacey sneers, having made her point.}
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"You know Zelda.. I tried to be friends. During the first match we had, I offered you my hand of friendship. I said we had much in common, and you scoffed at me. You told me to slag off. Not in those terms, but you rejected me. As far as I'm concerned, the only reason we're not friends is you. You had the ball in your court, and instead of serving it, you threw it into the trash can and walked away. I didn't ask for any of this. I never wanted to sit here and listen to you tell me how little you think of me because of things that weren't even my fault. I accepted a photo shoot that you denied, that was it. I'm an actor, I've never had a problem being filmed or photographed. And it's ok if you do. I understand."
{Pause for breath.}
"I want you to answer me something Zelda. Do you think I really asked for this? Do you think this whole scenario made my life any better? I've been under constant pressure to be better than you, and frankly I doubt that I am. Do you think that I'm any more valued to this company because of it? I'm a puppet Zelda, nothing more. A life sized doll that gets played with until it's no longer fun, then discarded for a new model. You're Mario.. Link.. Cecil... Cloud... Squall... all the mightiest heroes you admire, all rolled into one. I'm just Fashion Happy Barbie. I didn't ask to skip any worlds, I didn't blow any whistles, I was thrown out into the spotlight, a spotlight made of carnal teenagers and perverse men. I've always maintained the real Champion has been you. Even now, as I stare down the barrel of your mega buster, I'm trying to make peace. Because I don't want either of us to become bitter enemies because I said yes."
{Tired sigh number 2.}
"I don't know what else to do. How many more olive branches will you throw into the fire before you will finally listen to me? I have no idea. But right now.. I don't really care."
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"Ayla?"
{Ayla blinks, snapping back to reality. Back to the reality where Stacey hasn't threatened to kill her. Stacey hasn't even uttered a negative word at her.}
"Yes...?"
{Stacey steps across the room, and Ayla flinches, but Stacey takes her hand and places another on her forehead to feel her skin.}
"Are you sure you're alright? You feel hot."
{Ayla sighs, relieved. That causes Stacey to look at her, mildly confused.}
"Perhaps you should lie down, I will inform the Goddess of your arrival."
"Thank you Stacey."
{Stacey smiles warmly.}
"Sure, please rest.."
{Stacey exits. Ayla lays down on the bed as the scene fades.}
(Pause to let it in.)
"Yeah, I don't care. Right now, I'm just so lost. I want to be here, but now I don't even know why. I used to watch wrestling every night. If it wasn't on, I'd watch a tape or a DVD. This was something I dreamed of doing. I would wrestle with my teddy bears on my bed as a teen, when no-one was watching. Even when I had a casting call the next day for a commercial, or a walk on role in some sitcom, the night before I was dreaming of wrestling at some big show with a million people watching me perform. But now.. I don't care..."
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{Cleo laughs softly, placing a soft and delicate hand to Ayla's face. She was truly a sweet woman, and reminded Cleo a lot of herself when she was still young as Ayla. Cleo leans in, and looks Ayla in the eyes. They were beautiful, and filled with life. Cleo lifts Ayla's chin to hers and kisses Ayla on the lips. Ayla is in total shock of what had just happened, but something seemed right, but what she couldn't figure out. Cleo breaks the kiss, and gets to her feet, pushing a stray piece of hair back from Ayla's face.}
"What... what is this I'm feeling?"
"I hope that you will take me up on my offer Ayla. I'll have your room prepared for your arrival tonight. Goodbye for now my sweet sweet Ayla."
"I should.. I should refuse.. first it was out of politeness. But this.. this is too much?"
{Cleo leans down once again, and kisses her softly on the lips again, before heading back into the hallway, leaving Ayla wondering what to do next}
"This is.. wrong.. isn't it? Half of me screams that this is completely right, that this is 2010 and I shouldn't be so bible belt about this. The other half puts up a roadblock with a giant No painted on it. I should go after her, either to accompany her.. or tell her that I'm not interested. I don't.. I don't know anymore."
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"I want to beat you Zelda. I may be lost and confused like a small puppy left alone by the side of the highway right now, but I'm still a competitor. I'm sorry that I don't really have the focus I should to put on you right now, but everytime I try to think about you, her face creeps into my mind and replaces any thoughts I might have been thinking. It's not just you, sometimes I can't even think about a grilled cheese sandwich without the same effect happening."
(Tired Sigh.)
"This is all new to me. I've never been in a position where one person, one event, stood out so much in my mind that I could barely do anything else. I almost missed my flight the other day because I wasn't paying attention to the boarding calls. This really is a case of it's not you, it's me. I used to have supreme focus. I could slip into a zone and read a script, and have it fully memorized after just the first time. So much that I would never even need to look at it again. I don't know what's happening to me. I wish somebody could explain this to me."
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{Ayla stood outside the door to Cleo's Penthouse. She stood there, just staring at the door. Who could tell how long she was standing there. How many times her hand came up to knock on the door, or ring the bell and fell again before doing neither. Finally, her hand came up again, and she sighed to steel herself to finally do it. And then the door opened.}
"Oh, Ayla!? We were expecting you earlier."
"Yea.. I... uhh.. I'm sorry. I had to take care of a few things at home."
"Oh, ok. Miss Cleo is sunbathing on the balcony."
"Oh, ok, I'll get settled first then."
{Ayla grabbed her two bags and followed Stacey inside. Stacey led her to the same guestroom she stayed in last week. Ayla set her things on the bed, and turned to Stacey.}
"Ayla.."
"Yes?"
{Stacey stepped in close, their noses almost touching.}
"She's put a lot of feelings into you. A lot of hope, trust, and... love. If you hurt her.."
{Stacey let the words hang a moment.}
"I'll kill you..."
{Ayla partially cringes away. And Stacey sneers, having made her point.}
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"You know Zelda.. I tried to be friends. During the first match we had, I offered you my hand of friendship. I said we had much in common, and you scoffed at me. You told me to slag off. Not in those terms, but you rejected me. As far as I'm concerned, the only reason we're not friends is you. You had the ball in your court, and instead of serving it, you threw it into the trash can and walked away. I didn't ask for any of this. I never wanted to sit here and listen to you tell me how little you think of me because of things that weren't even my fault. I accepted a photo shoot that you denied, that was it. I'm an actor, I've never had a problem being filmed or photographed. And it's ok if you do. I understand."
{Pause for breath.}
"I want you to answer me something Zelda. Do you think I really asked for this? Do you think this whole scenario made my life any better? I've been under constant pressure to be better than you, and frankly I doubt that I am. Do you think that I'm any more valued to this company because of it? I'm a puppet Zelda, nothing more. A life sized doll that gets played with until it's no longer fun, then discarded for a new model. You're Mario.. Link.. Cecil... Cloud... Squall... all the mightiest heroes you admire, all rolled into one. I'm just Fashion Happy Barbie. I didn't ask to skip any worlds, I didn't blow any whistles, I was thrown out into the spotlight, a spotlight made of carnal teenagers and perverse men. I've always maintained the real Champion has been you. Even now, as I stare down the barrel of your mega buster, I'm trying to make peace. Because I don't want either of us to become bitter enemies because I said yes."
{Tired sigh number 2.}
"I don't know what else to do. How many more olive branches will you throw into the fire before you will finally listen to me? I have no idea. But right now.. I don't really care."
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"Ayla?"
{Ayla blinks, snapping back to reality. Back to the reality where Stacey hasn't threatened to kill her. Stacey hasn't even uttered a negative word at her.}
"Yes...?"
{Stacey steps across the room, and Ayla flinches, but Stacey takes her hand and places another on her forehead to feel her skin.}
"Are you sure you're alright? You feel hot."
{Ayla sighs, relieved. That causes Stacey to look at her, mildly confused.}
"Perhaps you should lie down, I will inform the Goddess of your arrival."
"Thank you Stacey."
{Stacey smiles warmly.}
"Sure, please rest.."
{Stacey exits. Ayla lays down on the bed as the scene fades.}