Post by Hexxy on Jul 8, 2010 13:12:43 GMT -6
::-Maria Williams, the woman so ashamed of her husband that she can't even take his last name-::
::-Charlaine Jones, the hebeast who is more of a man than said Williams husband-::
::-Tara Fenix, the sweet little housewife to the reformed wife choker who is now practically begging people to love him... and her, how sweet-::
::-Malice, the chick on an acid trip who lives with a guy on an acid trip who thinks he's a vampire and watches too many Tim Burton movies-::
::-Megan Kane, the cheery nympho who... I don't know, want's to make out with the others I guess-::
::-There, I summed you all up into one neat little sentence each, like it was some kind of hollywood production. Aren't you just so happy right now? I gave you your own little boring, intros that mean nothing, just like your wrestling abilities. That was rude of me, but come on, honestly... you're all so bland, so drab, so uninteresting. It's like I'm taking on the cast of Glee in this match. All of you and your strange little quirks, it's annoying. Nobody thinks your special because you're so full of angst or love, or crazysauce as is the case with Malic. How about if, I simple things down for your pea sized heads so you don't miss what I'm talking about.-::
::-The physical sporty one who always seems ready to pick a fight – Charlie-::
::-The overly sexual one, also the lesbian – Megan Kane-::
::-The emotional one who's dating “the bad boy” – Tara Fenix-::
::-The crazy one, the wild haired freestyle, plays by her own rules type – Malice-::
::-The geeky one who has the heart of gold but the brain of lead – Maria Williams-::
::-Can't you see that I'm trapped inside a bad teenage soap opera here. I'm the one who should be pittied here, not Tara Fenix, no matter how much Angel tries to get people to feel for her and his plight. Hey you two, you wanna know why nobody cares, because you're boring an uninteresting. So interesting you've both resorted to veiled flashback sequences to try and get people to notice your deep seeded love for each other that was brewing over the course of a year or so. ((yawn)) Hey, guess what.... there is a thing called divorce, it's usually more effective then the two handed choke method of breaking up. Usually gets less attention from the cops too. Tara loves the bad boy, a love so strong it's broken through her tough exterior to show her sweet nougat center, how melodramatic and played out. So let me get this straight suddenly you want everybody to believe you're Sandy and his Danny Zuko? You know that actually makes sense, Angel as John Travolta... both overly flamboyant, both selling themselves out at the ends of their career just to try and make a few bucks. It all makes sense.-::
::-I guess Maria thought it would be cute if I 'NO SHOWED' her promo. It's amazing how much she could say, without really saying anything at all. Nobody respects her... I wonder why, maybe it's the fact that she's been in this company since the start of this women's division and I don't think she's won a match yet. You wanna know a fun fact... people don't like losers. Here's an idea, I'm in this match, not that street corner tramp Kelly, which I'm glad you and I both hate her. I'm in this match, not Zelda. How about you focus on me, you know... the woman who is going to throw you over that top rope, instead of the entire Knite family? Ok? Maybe you and your hubby would win more matches if you weren't so wrapped up in yourselves and things that didn't matter to the match.-::
::-I wonder if Malice has chased down that white rabbit yet? Nevermind, I don't care. I keep getting these allusions to a fabled book by a famous author from you... I say allusions when I should say, blatant rip offs, but whatever. You keep making these analogies to being like Alice, or being the storybook character, yet all I'm seeing here is Tweedledumb. Take your meds or something, because there is a special place for people with that amount of crazy in their heads... -::
::-You are all so lame-::
::-All so boring-::
::-Go get a sitcom together on ABC Family, where you belong-::
::-You'll get a lot more of the attention you crave there-::
::-And you're likely to make a lot of fans-::
::-Albeit, it'll probably be a bunch of hormone raging teenagers-::
::-So? That's better than nothing....-::
::-Which is precisely what the future holds for you in NCW, now that I'm here.-::
{Ashlie and her personal assistant Jeff sit at a small booth, each on the opposite end of each other. Ashlie looks up at him, and seems very serious. Not angry, just serious about something.}
Ashlie: Jeff... let me ask you something. Do you think I'm crazy for trying to become a pro wrestler?
Jeff: uhhh... no?
Ashlie: That wasn't very reassuring Jeff.
{Jeff nervously pulls at the collar of his shirt as he seems very uneasy wit these sudden questions. He doesn't want to answer wrong, but he more fears not answering at all. He knows better than to ignore one of Ashlie's inquiries.}
Jeff: Well, Ms. Ashlie, you are very successful at what you do. I think it was just a shock to everybody that you wanted to go back to wrestling.
Ashlie: ((sigh)) It's where I got my start Jeff. Not many 18 year old girls get an opportunity like that. Shown around a professional business, getting to be a part of it at such a young age. I learned a lot there, I found a love for being a manager and an agent. It's what brought me here, but somehow I always felt like I missed out on something big.
{Jeff takes a bite of his sandwich as it's now obvious the two are eating lunch in a small diner, somewhere in Omaha, Nebraska. Ashlie sits above her soup of the day as she stares up, not really looking at anything, more like in deep thought. Jeff swallows his bite and takes a sip of his drink before inquiring more.}
Jeff: Why did you leave? You could of stayed an managed wrestlers.
Ashlie: I was broken up Jeff. For years I couldn't even look at a wrestler without thinking about what he had done. On top of that, I felt like nobody was on my side... Leonard had given me my big break by allowing me to travel with Adam and be his manager but Adam ditched me for Leonard's daughter! Leonard wasn't going to have anything to do with me after that. He threw me to the curve just like Adam did, forgot I even existed.
Jeff: Then why are you working for him now?
Ashlie: Because it's an opportunity Jeff! I work for several people on his payroll, I've had negotiations with him plenty of times since it all went down. It was years ago Jeff, I can't live in the past and refuse opportunities because somebody treated me wrong, I'm a professional. I eventually found my way to a situation where I'm happy. There has just always been this feeling left over that I had unfinished business.
Jeff: If you don't mind me asking ma'am, why are you confiding in me?
Ashlie: Because you're paid to take all my crap. I can sit here and talk your ear off and I know you'll listen, because I'm making you. Pretty sad huh, the only person who sticks around is the one I'm paying to.
Jeff: No that's not...
Ashlie: Jeff don't lie to me to try and make me feel better! Having you pity me is far worse than the realization that I'm probably going to die alone.
{Jeff sheepishly turns away as Ashlie looks down at her soup, she doesn't have an appetite now. Ember sighs again and pushes the bowl away and reaches into her purse, pulling out some cash.}
Ashlie: Anyway... thanks for listening to me Jeff. We've gotta head to the arena pretty soon for the preshow rundown. Lunch is on me, but you gotta go to the counter and pay for it. Oh and grab me some coffee for the road while you're there.
{Ashlie hands Jeff the cash as she stands up and stretches. She looks down at Jeff who takes another bite of his sandwich. Her face turns from the somber looking of a few seconds ago, to one of anger.}
Ashlie: Hurry it up!
{Fade to black}
::-You don't know me-::
::-You don't understand who I am-::
::-Or why I'm here-::
::-You probably don't care-::
::-It's fine, you don't care-::
::-I'll just be forced to make you-::
::-Apparently none of you ladies think I'm a threat, I see the way you ignore me, gloss me over, just not even mention me at all. Fine, you know what? That's great, just gives me a better chance to fly under that radar, and shocked the world when I throw each and every one of your bitch asses out of the ring. You thin it's funny, not even mentioning me? Just calling me “and you other guys” or “my other opponent”, ha ha, maybe it is funny, but what's going to be even funnier is me standing in he middle of that ring alone, a date with Zelda in my hands and laughing, pointing at all you miserable failures who thought it was funny ignoring me.-::
::-Just do me a favor and spare me all the rhetoric that I know you're going to spew. About how I wasn't important enough to mention, or how "we don't mention winless wrestlers as a threat". I know it's coming, I get it. You want to look all big and bad by trying to lower me as the one who needs all the help in the world. Guess what though, you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you steps into that ring with me. And by pleasantly i mean you're going to be laying on your back, on the outside, wondering what happened.-::
::-I'm going to set NCW on fire, you five “ladies” and I do use that term loosely for you Charlaine, will have front row seats for the bonfire. I will take this place in the palm of my hand and light it up. That's how I roll, not as some cast off of a tween drama, not as some porn star reject, not as some housewife who considers choking a form of foreplay, but as a wrestler, as a woman who had a dream and put her career on the line for it. I will be a role model to everybody who's ever had a dream, and you're going to be blinded by my flames.-::
::-And you will-::
::-I'll prove myself to you-::
::-You'll see first hand-::
::-Because once you get burnt-::
::-You'll never forget my name-::
::-Charlaine Jones, the hebeast who is more of a man than said Williams husband-::
::-Tara Fenix, the sweet little housewife to the reformed wife choker who is now practically begging people to love him... and her, how sweet-::
::-Malice, the chick on an acid trip who lives with a guy on an acid trip who thinks he's a vampire and watches too many Tim Burton movies-::
::-Megan Kane, the cheery nympho who... I don't know, want's to make out with the others I guess-::
::-There, I summed you all up into one neat little sentence each, like it was some kind of hollywood production. Aren't you just so happy right now? I gave you your own little boring, intros that mean nothing, just like your wrestling abilities. That was rude of me, but come on, honestly... you're all so bland, so drab, so uninteresting. It's like I'm taking on the cast of Glee in this match. All of you and your strange little quirks, it's annoying. Nobody thinks your special because you're so full of angst or love, or crazysauce as is the case with Malic. How about if, I simple things down for your pea sized heads so you don't miss what I'm talking about.-::
::-The physical sporty one who always seems ready to pick a fight – Charlie-::
::-The overly sexual one, also the lesbian – Megan Kane-::
::-The emotional one who's dating “the bad boy” – Tara Fenix-::
::-The crazy one, the wild haired freestyle, plays by her own rules type – Malice-::
::-The geeky one who has the heart of gold but the brain of lead – Maria Williams-::
::-Can't you see that I'm trapped inside a bad teenage soap opera here. I'm the one who should be pittied here, not Tara Fenix, no matter how much Angel tries to get people to feel for her and his plight. Hey you two, you wanna know why nobody cares, because you're boring an uninteresting. So interesting you've both resorted to veiled flashback sequences to try and get people to notice your deep seeded love for each other that was brewing over the course of a year or so. ((yawn)) Hey, guess what.... there is a thing called divorce, it's usually more effective then the two handed choke method of breaking up. Usually gets less attention from the cops too. Tara loves the bad boy, a love so strong it's broken through her tough exterior to show her sweet nougat center, how melodramatic and played out. So let me get this straight suddenly you want everybody to believe you're Sandy and his Danny Zuko? You know that actually makes sense, Angel as John Travolta... both overly flamboyant, both selling themselves out at the ends of their career just to try and make a few bucks. It all makes sense.-::
::-I guess Maria thought it would be cute if I 'NO SHOWED' her promo. It's amazing how much she could say, without really saying anything at all. Nobody respects her... I wonder why, maybe it's the fact that she's been in this company since the start of this women's division and I don't think she's won a match yet. You wanna know a fun fact... people don't like losers. Here's an idea, I'm in this match, not that street corner tramp Kelly, which I'm glad you and I both hate her. I'm in this match, not Zelda. How about you focus on me, you know... the woman who is going to throw you over that top rope, instead of the entire Knite family? Ok? Maybe you and your hubby would win more matches if you weren't so wrapped up in yourselves and things that didn't matter to the match.-::
::-I wonder if Malice has chased down that white rabbit yet? Nevermind, I don't care. I keep getting these allusions to a fabled book by a famous author from you... I say allusions when I should say, blatant rip offs, but whatever. You keep making these analogies to being like Alice, or being the storybook character, yet all I'm seeing here is Tweedledumb. Take your meds or something, because there is a special place for people with that amount of crazy in their heads... -::
::-You are all so lame-::
::-All so boring-::
::-Go get a sitcom together on ABC Family, where you belong-::
::-You'll get a lot more of the attention you crave there-::
::-And you're likely to make a lot of fans-::
::-Albeit, it'll probably be a bunch of hormone raging teenagers-::
::-So? That's better than nothing....-::
::-Which is precisely what the future holds for you in NCW, now that I'm here.-::
{Ashlie and her personal assistant Jeff sit at a small booth, each on the opposite end of each other. Ashlie looks up at him, and seems very serious. Not angry, just serious about something.}
Ashlie: Jeff... let me ask you something. Do you think I'm crazy for trying to become a pro wrestler?
Jeff: uhhh... no?
Ashlie: That wasn't very reassuring Jeff.
{Jeff nervously pulls at the collar of his shirt as he seems very uneasy wit these sudden questions. He doesn't want to answer wrong, but he more fears not answering at all. He knows better than to ignore one of Ashlie's inquiries.}
Jeff: Well, Ms. Ashlie, you are very successful at what you do. I think it was just a shock to everybody that you wanted to go back to wrestling.
Ashlie: ((sigh)) It's where I got my start Jeff. Not many 18 year old girls get an opportunity like that. Shown around a professional business, getting to be a part of it at such a young age. I learned a lot there, I found a love for being a manager and an agent. It's what brought me here, but somehow I always felt like I missed out on something big.
{Jeff takes a bite of his sandwich as it's now obvious the two are eating lunch in a small diner, somewhere in Omaha, Nebraska. Ashlie sits above her soup of the day as she stares up, not really looking at anything, more like in deep thought. Jeff swallows his bite and takes a sip of his drink before inquiring more.}
Jeff: Why did you leave? You could of stayed an managed wrestlers.
Ashlie: I was broken up Jeff. For years I couldn't even look at a wrestler without thinking about what he had done. On top of that, I felt like nobody was on my side... Leonard had given me my big break by allowing me to travel with Adam and be his manager but Adam ditched me for Leonard's daughter! Leonard wasn't going to have anything to do with me after that. He threw me to the curve just like Adam did, forgot I even existed.
Jeff: Then why are you working for him now?
Ashlie: Because it's an opportunity Jeff! I work for several people on his payroll, I've had negotiations with him plenty of times since it all went down. It was years ago Jeff, I can't live in the past and refuse opportunities because somebody treated me wrong, I'm a professional. I eventually found my way to a situation where I'm happy. There has just always been this feeling left over that I had unfinished business.
Jeff: If you don't mind me asking ma'am, why are you confiding in me?
Ashlie: Because you're paid to take all my crap. I can sit here and talk your ear off and I know you'll listen, because I'm making you. Pretty sad huh, the only person who sticks around is the one I'm paying to.
Jeff: No that's not...
Ashlie: Jeff don't lie to me to try and make me feel better! Having you pity me is far worse than the realization that I'm probably going to die alone.
{Jeff sheepishly turns away as Ashlie looks down at her soup, she doesn't have an appetite now. Ember sighs again and pushes the bowl away and reaches into her purse, pulling out some cash.}
Ashlie: Anyway... thanks for listening to me Jeff. We've gotta head to the arena pretty soon for the preshow rundown. Lunch is on me, but you gotta go to the counter and pay for it. Oh and grab me some coffee for the road while you're there.
{Ashlie hands Jeff the cash as she stands up and stretches. She looks down at Jeff who takes another bite of his sandwich. Her face turns from the somber looking of a few seconds ago, to one of anger.}
Ashlie: Hurry it up!
{Fade to black}
::-You don't know me-::
::-You don't understand who I am-::
::-Or why I'm here-::
::-You probably don't care-::
::-It's fine, you don't care-::
::-I'll just be forced to make you-::
::-Apparently none of you ladies think I'm a threat, I see the way you ignore me, gloss me over, just not even mention me at all. Fine, you know what? That's great, just gives me a better chance to fly under that radar, and shocked the world when I throw each and every one of your bitch asses out of the ring. You thin it's funny, not even mentioning me? Just calling me “and you other guys” or “my other opponent”, ha ha, maybe it is funny, but what's going to be even funnier is me standing in he middle of that ring alone, a date with Zelda in my hands and laughing, pointing at all you miserable failures who thought it was funny ignoring me.-::
::-Just do me a favor and spare me all the rhetoric that I know you're going to spew. About how I wasn't important enough to mention, or how "we don't mention winless wrestlers as a threat". I know it's coming, I get it. You want to look all big and bad by trying to lower me as the one who needs all the help in the world. Guess what though, you're going to be pleasantly surprised when you steps into that ring with me. And by pleasantly i mean you're going to be laying on your back, on the outside, wondering what happened.-::
::-I'm going to set NCW on fire, you five “ladies” and I do use that term loosely for you Charlaine, will have front row seats for the bonfire. I will take this place in the palm of my hand and light it up. That's how I roll, not as some cast off of a tween drama, not as some porn star reject, not as some housewife who considers choking a form of foreplay, but as a wrestler, as a woman who had a dream and put her career on the line for it. I will be a role model to everybody who's ever had a dream, and you're going to be blinded by my flames.-::
::-And you will-::
::-I'll prove myself to you-::
::-You'll see first hand-::
::-Because once you get burnt-::
::-You'll never forget my name-::