Post by Ayla St. James on Apr 29, 2010 18:07:18 GMT -6
"I know a lot of you, my haterz as the venerable Steve Awesome would put it, are sitting there watching this waiting for something to laugh at. Something you can poke fun at like I'm some sort of carnival freak. Most of you don't really understand how this business works, even though you are the largest part of the way it is. You see, with all the media people have access to, wrestling once or twice a week on TV and house shows in front of three dozen people isn't enough anymore. We humanize ourselves for you. We show you our happiness, and our pain. Our joys, and our sorrows. All for your entertainment. You may think me just some spoiled brat, but we give you more of ourselves than you appreciate."
{Brief pause.}
"We suffer for you people. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up in pain, barely able to move, only to know I have to get up for a photo shoot, then an autograph session, then to train for my next match. So, faced with all that, this seems to be the easy part right? Just sit here and think of stuff to say about my opponent. Insult them a little, praise them a little, be a little flirty to give the boys watching a thrill. All of this, this giant pain filled spectacle of epicness, is all for you. And yet, you think you have the right to pick at my flaws. Like any of you are perfect."
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{Cleo heads towards Ayla's room. She opens the door slightly, and looks in on her, as she tosses and turns in a fitful sleep. Cleo walks into the room on silent feet, and sits on the edge of the bed, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into Ayla's face.}
*Whispering*"¾ðíïò êáëÜ ôï ãëõêü Ayla ìïõ. ÁöÞóôå ìüíï ôá åõ÷Üñéóôá ðñÜãìáôá íá ãåìßóïõí ôéò óêÝøåéò óáò. (Sleep well my sweet Ayla. Let only pleasant things fill your thoughts.)"
{Ayla stops tossing and turning in her sleep, and seems to be resting quietly, as Cleo sits by her side watching her.}
"You watch this, and you think you know the answers. You think you know what should be done. But what do you really know?"
{After a long moment, Cleo stood up and crossed the room to the double window, looking outside at the fading light of the day. Ayla turned on her side, and her eyes opened. Whether she had been awake or not, we don't know, but she stares at Cleo, who in turn stares outside.}
"I wanted to say something.. But I didn't know what. "I love you"...? What if I did? What if she rejected it? What if.... it wasn't even true?"
{The silence was interrupting by the door parting a little.}
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"I guess we all know the story about why I left Canada. Some guy with a lot of money and a lot of power fell for someone he shouldn't have, and in order to avoid derailing the lives of thousands employed by a company, I was made the sacrificial lamb. I was cast aside, and told to never show my face again in the country that loved me. How many of you can say you know what that feels like? All of you think you have the right to judge me. Think that because you're Americans, and America is the greatest country in the world, you're free to pass your rulings over others. And that's fine. If that's the way you want to live, I can't stop you."
{Same Tired sigh.}
"But don't pretend to be perfect. Don't pretend to be better than you actually are. I see all of you. I see all of the crowd signs asking me to undress for you, asking me to marry you. You people are so superficial, so concerned with what you want, what you think you know. The forum boards are ablaze with the debates over who has a nicer body, who has the best pair in the business. Such petty junk, and you think you have the right to tell me what's right and wrong?"
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{Stacey poked her head in, keeping her voice low to avoid awakening Ayla. Who had since closed her eyes as Cleo turned from the window, feigning still being asleep.}
*whispering*"The masseuse is on his way. I've also laid out the menus for all local restaurants that deliver. Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Not at this time Stacey. Thank you."
"Understood, ma'am."
{Stacey's face disapears behind the closing of the door. Cleo turned back to the window.}
"This is it.. now or never it seems."
{Ayla slipped soundlessly out of bed, and crossed the room. She stopped next to Cleo, and stood close to her. Cleo turned to see her, and a smile graced her lips.}
"Feeling better?"
"Not sure. I need to ask you something though."
"What is it, my dear?"
"Why did you invite me here?"
"You're my friend, Ayla. I want you to be happy."
"Is that all?"
{Cleo placed her arm around Ayla's waist, and pulled her forward the scant few inches that seperated them.}
"Maybe it isn't."
{Ayla said nothing, simply rested her head on the woman's shoulder as the scene fades.}
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"And then there's you, Zelda. Standing there, smug in your confidence, smug in your well deserved reign as the top dog in the yard. You don't even hear what anyone else says. You look at what Fox has done, what Adam did to you, what Steve has tried to do for you, and you think you know everything. You think you can play dress up and everyone will just fall to their knees in praise, and they do, but not because you're evil. Not because you can knock a hot dog cart down and nobody will do anything to stop you. But because you're witty, and you have a cute face. People just accept what you do. They deify you to be some unstoppable entity. But nothing gold can stay, and no power no matter how seemingly absolute.. lasts forever."
{Sigh.}
"You stand there, surrounded by supporters. People who tell you that you're righteous, that nobody has the right to do what they did to you. And you buy into it. You've chosen me to be some kind of jealous, petty, vengeful bitch who wants nothing more to see you fall flat on your face. And nothing I can say gets through. Well, if that's the way you want to play this, so be it. You think you have the right to judge me? ...Prepare for the consequences."
{Brief pause.}
"We suffer for you people. I can't tell you how many times I've woken up in pain, barely able to move, only to know I have to get up for a photo shoot, then an autograph session, then to train for my next match. So, faced with all that, this seems to be the easy part right? Just sit here and think of stuff to say about my opponent. Insult them a little, praise them a little, be a little flirty to give the boys watching a thrill. All of this, this giant pain filled spectacle of epicness, is all for you. And yet, you think you have the right to pick at my flaws. Like any of you are perfect."
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{Cleo heads towards Ayla's room. She opens the door slightly, and looks in on her, as she tosses and turns in a fitful sleep. Cleo walks into the room on silent feet, and sits on the edge of the bed, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into Ayla's face.}
*Whispering*"¾ðíïò êáëÜ ôï ãëõêü Ayla ìïõ. ÁöÞóôå ìüíï ôá åõ÷Üñéóôá ðñÜãìáôá íá ãåìßóïõí ôéò óêÝøåéò óáò. (Sleep well my sweet Ayla. Let only pleasant things fill your thoughts.)"
{Ayla stops tossing and turning in her sleep, and seems to be resting quietly, as Cleo sits by her side watching her.}
"You watch this, and you think you know the answers. You think you know what should be done. But what do you really know?"
{After a long moment, Cleo stood up and crossed the room to the double window, looking outside at the fading light of the day. Ayla turned on her side, and her eyes opened. Whether she had been awake or not, we don't know, but she stares at Cleo, who in turn stares outside.}
"I wanted to say something.. But I didn't know what. "I love you"...? What if I did? What if she rejected it? What if.... it wasn't even true?"
{The silence was interrupting by the door parting a little.}
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"I guess we all know the story about why I left Canada. Some guy with a lot of money and a lot of power fell for someone he shouldn't have, and in order to avoid derailing the lives of thousands employed by a company, I was made the sacrificial lamb. I was cast aside, and told to never show my face again in the country that loved me. How many of you can say you know what that feels like? All of you think you have the right to judge me. Think that because you're Americans, and America is the greatest country in the world, you're free to pass your rulings over others. And that's fine. If that's the way you want to live, I can't stop you."
{Same Tired sigh.}
"But don't pretend to be perfect. Don't pretend to be better than you actually are. I see all of you. I see all of the crowd signs asking me to undress for you, asking me to marry you. You people are so superficial, so concerned with what you want, what you think you know. The forum boards are ablaze with the debates over who has a nicer body, who has the best pair in the business. Such petty junk, and you think you have the right to tell me what's right and wrong?"
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{Stacey poked her head in, keeping her voice low to avoid awakening Ayla. Who had since closed her eyes as Cleo turned from the window, feigning still being asleep.}
*whispering*"The masseuse is on his way. I've also laid out the menus for all local restaurants that deliver. Is there anything else you'd like?"
"Not at this time Stacey. Thank you."
"Understood, ma'am."
{Stacey's face disapears behind the closing of the door. Cleo turned back to the window.}
"This is it.. now or never it seems."
{Ayla slipped soundlessly out of bed, and crossed the room. She stopped next to Cleo, and stood close to her. Cleo turned to see her, and a smile graced her lips.}
"Feeling better?"
"Not sure. I need to ask you something though."
"What is it, my dear?"
"Why did you invite me here?"
"You're my friend, Ayla. I want you to be happy."
"Is that all?"
{Cleo placed her arm around Ayla's waist, and pulled her forward the scant few inches that seperated them.}
"Maybe it isn't."
{Ayla said nothing, simply rested her head on the woman's shoulder as the scene fades.}
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"And then there's you, Zelda. Standing there, smug in your confidence, smug in your well deserved reign as the top dog in the yard. You don't even hear what anyone else says. You look at what Fox has done, what Adam did to you, what Steve has tried to do for you, and you think you know everything. You think you can play dress up and everyone will just fall to their knees in praise, and they do, but not because you're evil. Not because you can knock a hot dog cart down and nobody will do anything to stop you. But because you're witty, and you have a cute face. People just accept what you do. They deify you to be some unstoppable entity. But nothing gold can stay, and no power no matter how seemingly absolute.. lasts forever."
{Sigh.}
"You stand there, surrounded by supporters. People who tell you that you're righteous, that nobody has the right to do what they did to you. And you buy into it. You've chosen me to be some kind of jealous, petty, vengeful bitch who wants nothing more to see you fall flat on your face. And nothing I can say gets through. Well, if that's the way you want to play this, so be it. You think you have the right to judge me? ...Prepare for the consequences."