Post by The Golden Queen Cleopatra on Aug 11, 2010 17:37:23 GMT -6
“For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.”
Christina G. Rossetti
Act 1: After the Show
Christina G. Rossetti
Act 1: After the Show
The scene opens on the Toyota Center in Houston Texas. Collision was over, and large crowds that had once filled the seats had left, leaving the arena quiet once more. The stage crews were busy taking everything down, and getting it ready to move onto the next city. The stage and ring had been taken down along with the sound system that had once blared the super star themes. The smoke from the pryo had long since faded into the air, as well as the scent of the concession stands that had been opened that night. The camera moves backstage past the crew hands that were still working, until we see Stacy walking through the winding hallways. Her high heel sandals clicked on the cement floor as she walked along heading toward a locker room where she knew she would find her mistress waiting. She reaches the door, and steps inside, seeing Cleo being looked over by an EMT, with Sothren sitting beside her. The EMT just nods, and gets up from where he sits, and heads out of the room, leaving them alone once again.
Cleo: I can't believe she hit me!
Soth: I can. It was nothing more than a cheap move. She disqualified herself so you wouldn't get to pin her.
Cleo: It was a cheap move, and she screwed herself not me. I still walked away with a win under me while she just got mad and stormed away like any little spoiled brat would do. Now she's just another target.
Soth: So true. Last night if Ayla hadn't jumped in the way, you would have beaten the hell out of Zelda instead.
Cleo: Ayla doesn't seem to know when to quit. At least they know what we can do, and that we will stop at nothing to take every last one of the women out one by one until we get to Zelda.
Sothren just nods, knowing that the match the night before had not gone according to plan. But this week there would be hell to pay from all of the Darkside Society.
Soth: That's what I like to hear. What they don't realize is that you are not just aiming for Zelda, but the whole Women's Division. None of them are safe as long as you three are still breathing. But you came close tonight Cleo... I mean a few inches more to the right, and you would have been saying hello to Osiris a little sooner than you thought.
Cleo sighs picking up the golden hand mirror that sat beside her, and looked at herself. The golden crook had hit it's mark and left a rather large bump near her temple. Stacy hands her a bottle of water, and two small pills smiling softly.
Stacy: I'm glad to see you're alright ma'am.
Cleo: Thank you Stacy. Did you find out if I have a match this week?
Stacy: You do you have a match ma'am...
Cleo: Really? Against who?
Stacy: The Dead Girls take on Ashlie Ember, Ayla St. James, and Emma Danielson.
Cleo: I see... I'm not one the main show am I?
Stacy lowers her eyes as Cleo gets to her feet quickly only to have Sothren catch her, setting her back on the black leather couch.
Cleo: I'M ON WIRED?! I had a win over Ashlie, tonight and I'm put back on the Web Show? This is an insult if anything! I mean not just to me, but to Maria and Malice as well. Let me guess, Zelda has a match for her Title doesn't she?
Stacy: Yes ma'am... But after Sunday night she might not be any more.
Don't worry about her; you have to face Ayla, Ashlie and Emma. You've faced all three of them, and know each of their weakness’ and how to use them against each of your opponents this week.
Cleo: I know, and this time none of them will be walk out of the ring in one piece.
Stacy: I'll start gathering everything up, if you're ready to head to the hotel...
Cleo: Go ahead and get everything ready to go. I need a hot bath to burn the germs off.
Soth: Sounds like a plan... I think I might join you.
Cleo: No... I need to get clean... not dirty.
Stacy bows, and begins to gather up everything, as Cleo gets to her feet, and walks over to the vanity that sat against one wall, and checks her makeup. It was a mess, but nothing that couldn't be fixed when they got back to the hotel. Cleo fixes up a little bit, and heads for the door, with Sothren following behind.
Soth: Where are you going?
Cleo: Going to get some air. It's a beautiful night, and I thought I would take a little walk while Stacy gets everything ready to go.
Soth: Do you want any company?
Cleo: No, I'll be fine. Help Stacy, and meet me outside when she's done.
Cleo just smiles softly and heads down the long hallways, with her the high heels from her sandals clicking on the cement floors. She passes a few stagehands that were still gathering stuff, and nods, as she passes by them. The night hadn't gone as planned but she still had a victory over the one that had wronged Malice and Maria. And now the three of them were going to be in a match against those that she had stood against many times over. Her mind raced at the thought of facing Emma once again, and finally putting Ayla in her place. She finally came to the back door of the arena, where once a large crowd had gathered just to get a look at their favorite superstars. As she opened it, it was quiet, and the stars were sparkling brightly in the sky. A cool breeze moved around her, as she took a deep breath feeling the air tingle along her skin.
Cleo:*Voice Over* The Dead Girls will stand together as one on Sunday night, against three fools, that think they can stop us. Ayla has stood against me time and time again lately and has managed to gain a couple of victories over me, but not this time. She will feel the pain and suffering that she has caused, and when she does she will finally understand that I will always be better then her, no matter what she does. Ashlie Ember will once again fall at my feet, and look up at the Goddess that stands before her, and realizes that she truly is nothing compared to me. I've seen people like her come and go in every fed that I have ever been in. But Emma... What kind of game is she playing? She's had a few victories since she's been back, and I have to say I've always wanted another chance to take her down, and prove once and for all that I am truly the better woman. Sunday night is a proving ground for the Dead Girls, and we shall not fail... Not this time.
Cleo leans against the cool brick building and closes her eyes, as she hears the door open beside her. She looks over and sees Stacy and Sothren coming out into the night, as a black limo pulls up to where they stand.
Cleo: Stacy tomorrow morning I want you to book us on the first flight out back to New York.
Stacy: New York ma'am? I thought we were just heading to San Antonio in the morning...
Soth: Home sick lovey?
Cleo: No... But I would like to be able to get some rest in, as well as training. I'm not going to be caught after guard and suffer at the hands of those three rejects.
Stacy: I'll call tonight and get something arranged ma'am.
Cleo: Good. I want to get back as soon as possible.
Cleo just smiles and slides into the back of the limo, as Sothren hands the bags to the driver, and sets them in the trunk. Stacy and Sothren climb in the back with Cleo, and the limo soon takes off through the streets of Houston as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: People Watching
The scene opens on the Monarch Restaurant at the Zaza Hotel in Houston Texas. The restaurant was quiet except for a few tables towards the front of the place, while one lone booth in the back of the restaurant was taken by Cleo and Sothren. They sit quietly talking amongst themselves as they watch people walk along the street through the tinted window. A young man and woman walk by, and Cleo smiles perking up a bit, watching them walk by, and looks over at Sothren.
Cleo: What do you think about that one?
Soth: He's cute. I mean I would do him. He has a nice ass.
Cleo: She's not so bad either.
Soth: I mean he's not Joe Everyman. He has to be poured into those pants that he wears. Every inch of him is perfect. I mean from the bulge to that tight ass of his... He's just something that I want to get my hands on.
Cleo looks up from the cup of coffee she has in her hands, and smirks.
Cleo: I didn't know you had a man crush on Joe Everyman.
Soth: Maria is a very lucky woman... Or Ashlie... Whoever has him right now.
Cleo: It I were Maria I would kick Ashlie's ass all over that ring... Oh wait... I already did that didn't I? I mean Maria should be fighting for her man against that little b*** Ashlie for her husband at least...
Soth: I would like to see that.
Cleo: I bet you would.
Soth: I take it you saw Ashlie's promo last night huh?
Cleo sets the cup down on the table and looks out the window as her eyes seem to spring to life with a blue flash, going back to normal.
Cleo: She has insulted me more than once, and now she has to pay for it. I beat her last week because she chose the cowards way out and got her disqualified. But Sunday night she won't have a chance to even try something like that. All of us will be watching her, making sure that she is broken, beaten, and bloodied after this match.
Soth: Remember I'll be a ringside with the three of you, and I will help in every way possible.
Cleo: I know you will, and that's why we are going to win this week. No one is going to stop me this time. Come on, we need to get everything packed and ready to go for our flight back to New York.
Soth: Right.
The two of them get up from the table, and head out toward the front. Cleo signs the meal to the room, and they head for the elevator arm in arm. Cleo presses the button, as the elevator doors slide open, and they step inside.
Cleo: *Voice Over* Didn't you learn anything from Sunday night Ashlie? I mean you throw more insults at me, and think that I'm just going to take it, and laugh about it... No I get pissed at these little insults, and start thinking about how to destroy someone like you and beat them within inches of death. I don't give a damn what you think about me, and I will continue on the path that I am on. So many before you have tried to bring me down, and show me up, but guess what? I just keep coming back, again, and again, again, until I destroy the one that stands in my way Ashlie. You see Ashlie you haven't been in this business as long as I have, but let me tell you something... I’m one of the most feared women in the sport of Wrestling. I have taken on bigger threats than you, and that is saying something.
Cleo leans against the back of the car as it keeps going up toward their floor.
Cleo: *Voice Over* You know Ashlie I'm getting so sick and tired of people like you. You come into this business thinking that it's all a game, but it is so much more. All your doing is looking for the next cheap thrill, and hoping that you can make it to the top where your hero Zelda is. Every time I step into that ring, not only do I think, how can I please my fans tonight, but how much can I make my opponent suffer at my hands I'm not afraid of you Ashlie, and I think I proved that to not only you, but the rest of the world as well. Do you really think that you stand against me this week, and walk away, back into Joe's arms? No. By the time I'm done with you, he won't want to even look at you.
Cleo just smiles to herself, as the elevator doors open. Her and Sothren walk out into the hallway, and head back to the suite as the scene fades to black.
Act 3: Home Sweet Home
The scene opens on Du Lac Manor in Dunwich New York. A black BMW pulls up in front of the house, and stops. Cleo steps out of the car, and stretches, as she picks up a small black bag and slings it over her shoulder. Stacy grabs a few bags from the back seat, and they head into the house. Ex stands in the foyer as they walk inside.
Ex: Hey guys... Cleo let me take that for you.
Cleo: Oh... Thank you?
She hand him the black bag, as he wanders off toward the living room. She shrugs and heads up the stairs with Stacy following behind, as Sothren heads to his room in the basement.
Cleo: *Voice Over* Ayla after the two beatings that you have received from the Dead Girls already, I figured you would have learned your lesson by now, and told them you didn't want anything to do with this match, but you didn't. Instead you decided to stand against me once again. The last time that we stood face to face you won, but not this time. You will fall at my hands one last time Ayla, and when you do you will know I will always be better than you, no matter what you do in your life. I will always be the Goddess that you worshiped like so many others do, and you will never forget the happiness and the love you once had in your hands. But you threw it all away, and for what? Nothing! You turned your face away from me when we needed to fight for what we believed in.
Cleo and Stacy reach the lavish living quarters, and Stacy opens the double doors, and they head inside. Cleo heads for the bed, and stares up at the ceiling, as Stacy starts to unpack.
Cleo: *Voice Over* Ayla at one point and time you lied beside me on a bed like this, and we were always lost in the passion that we had, but that passion has turned into hatred that rages within me every time that I even look at you. You have fallen so low, and you could have been so much more, but no... You dragged yourself down, and now look at you. You are sitting in dark rooms playing with your little pet... alone...
Cleo turns over on her side, and looks on the small table beside it, seeing a lone photograph of her and Ayla in better times. Cleo takes it, and gets up from where she sits, and walks over to a cauldron that held a small fire, and holds the picture over it. The flames soon catch it, and Cleo just smirks, as she holds it before it burns her fingers. She drops it into the flame, and walks away out onto the balcony.
Cleo: *Voice Over* Ayla Sunday night you will finally have you wanted... If you want death, I will gladly give you what you want. As for you Emma, I have to say it's nice to be facing a real opponent, and a real woman unlike the other two little frauds. At least I knew what to expect from you when I stepped into the ring against you, and knew that you would give me the challenge that I wanted. This Sunday will be the first time that we stood in the same ring again, and it will be an honor to face you again. A real challenge at last... Now that you're clean and have a mind that can focus I want to see what you can really do against me. I have nothing against you Emma, but if you stand in my way of winning this match I will take you down just like the Ashlie and Ayla, and make sure that you don't get back up.
The wind blows through her long dark hair, as she looks out over the estate grounds that stretched out before her. Sunday night was going to be one that no one would forget, and she was going to make sure of that herself.
Cleo: *Voice Over* Sunday night will be anything but pleasant Emma. You took down a common enemy and I have to say I'm happy to see Tara be knocked down a peg. I want you to give me the challenge I have been looking for and show me that the Women's Division isn't dead, and that there is something worth fighting here, instead of the usual dead weight. Sunday night the Dead Girls will gain a victory and start a reign of terror that will surpass anything that anyone has ever seen. We will not back down, nor will we fall without a fight. Try everything that you can to stop us, but there is nothing that you can do, until it's too late. I am the Queen of Kings, the Golden Queen, and the Golden Goddess... So what does that make you? See you soon ladies.
Cleo looks over the edge of the railing, and smiles slightly as the turns and walks back toward the room.
Cleo: Stacy get my laptop. Oh wait... It's downstairs isn't it?
Stacy: Yes ma'am. I'll go and get it ma'am.
Stacy makes her way down the stairs, and into the living room where Ex and Abel are sitting still watching "Kung Pow: Enter the Fist". Stacy grabs the black bag where the laptop was, and hears the pieces of what was left rattling around. Stacy looks at them with wide eyes, and then opens the bag revealing the broken pieces.
Cleo: Stacy? Did you get my computer?
Stacy closes up the bag, as Cleo walks into the room.
Cleo: Didn't you hear me?
Stacy: Yes ma'am. I have it right here.
Cleo: Good. Now hand it to me...
Stacy sets the bag back down on the table, as Cleo smiles slightly, opening the bag. Her smile fades as she looks at the pieces within, and then at Ex and Abel who know what is coming. She closes the bag, and storms out of the room, motioning for Ex and Abel to follow. Stacy just looks down at the laptop and sighs.
Stacy: Awwww... My Warcraft account.
Cleo looks back into the living room, only to have her attention turn back to Ex and Abel who are now in the hallway, wondering what she is going to do to them, as the scene fades to black.