Post by Alysson Gardner on Sept 23, 2011 20:44:14 GMT -6
This scene opens aswe hear a car door being shut. It's acab that's going to take my mother, Heather, away from the Kane's hideout. I wave her goodbye, as she just nods her head and smiles. Spike nods his head as well, acknowledging her, as the cab takes off. And when she's distant enough, only then Spike seems to settle down.
Spike: Phew, thank heavens she's gone.
I look at him with a playful disapproval face, as he raises his hands in innocence.
Spike: I-I mean, everything seemed to go right, right? The snack and everything. I hope she didn't, um, you know...
Unfortunately for me, I can't keep the serious face for too long, as it doesn't take much for me to burst into laughter. Spike thn crosses his arms at me, with a "WTF"-ish smile.
Spike: What now?
I catch up my breath and look at him.
Alysson: You should have seen you guys' faces when we arrived. Robbie was like, scared s***less.
Spike: And so was I! I didn't know you were gonna show up right at that moment... And with your mother with you, I mean, the hell?
I walk up to him and put my arms on his chest, as he hugs me.
Alysson: Well, she just wanted to meet the man that has been making me happy these days, so I decided to introduce you two.
Spike: Exactly when Gears 3 is out?
Alysson: Can't blame you. You ARE a boy, after all.
Spike: That I am.
We keep silent for a couple of seconds as he rocks me and I smile playfully at him.
Spike: ... so you're... not mad at me, are you?
Alysson: Of course not, silly.
I lean forward and peck his lips, as he smiles back at me.
Alysson: It was just me and her crashing a guys' party. Guess I'm the one that needs to apologize.
Spike: Oh, shut up.
He then hugs me closer and we kiss. Moments later - a.k.a. after we're done making out -, I lower my head in worry.
Spike: What now?
Alysson: I'm worried... Well, mom also wanted to see Xander...
That's when he breaks the hug and paces around, stroking his hair as preocupation builds up again.
Spike: And that bitch River's still got my son, g'damnit...
I hug him from behind as to calm him down, and it seem to work for a while.
Alysson: Everything's gonna be alright, don't worry. It's just a matter of time until little Xander is back with us.
Spike: Amen.
He sighs, and behind his back, I smirk, thinking of the perfect excuse to make him smile again.
Alysson: So... You guys left the videogame on, right?
Spike: ... I guess so? Brad and Christopher are still playing. Why?
Alysson: Let's join them so I can kick your Irish asses.
He breaks free of my hug and looks at me with the funniest face ever.
Spike: Say WHAT?
Alysson: What? You're afraid your girl's gonna kick your ass on Gears?
Spike: You're SO on!
And then he drags me back inside so we can join the boys in gaming.
Well, Shelly, I must admit you’re actually right in what you’ve been saying.
Yes, I did everything in my power to piss you off, and then some more to piss you off even further, I really did, and I enjoyed every second of it. And I call it retribution. Because when you had no business with me, immediately after the Anniversary Show, YOU started poking your way into this. YOU brought this into yourself. Also, lovesick? Proudly. I couldn’t be happier with Spike Kane with me. And at best, if he’s missing his balls, it’s because I’m taking good care of them, differently from you, since your husband has no balls for you to take care. But yes, you were right. Clap, clap – want a cookie?
Ah, and by the way, here’s another suggestion for a tee... “The Jones’ Charity House: Donations accepted – Diapers and tissues needed”. Only needs your telephone number to it.
It’s funny how you want to talk about selfishness and hypocrisy, so tell me: why didn’t you win that Battle Royale? Yes, I’m going to mention it over and over until you realize that you have to win every match you’re booked in if you really want to have the right to vomit the words you do. While you were all sprawled out on the ringside I was measuring forces with Ayla St. James for a showcase match that I could care less about a reward. It could have been there, in that very night, that you could shut everybody up and become the champion, in the very same surprise fashion that I did, and believe me, nobody would’ve questioned that, since you’re the only one who’s still got an ass burn because of it.
And yes, I was putting up some half assed performances prior to that. Because I had more important things to do. Things those, in my opinion, were far more important than championships. I had other priorities, and with all of them sorted out, I could focus on being the champion that I am, and guess what? I have been getting better and better ever since. And the only thing that management has to do with it is that while I was getting pinned during a pre-main event match, you were getting pinned in a half-empty arena dark match on Trauma. Wow, ways to be the best.
Oh, wait up... Yeah, there’s this thing about me walking out on you when we were, uhhh, come again... Supposed to be on the same page. Want an honest suggestion? GET THE F*** OVER IT. You talk about me like I’m some kind of self-made wretch, when YOU can’t play a fair round of mind games, given that YOU started all this by running your mouth at the wrong moment. I could have cared less about you back them, a week prior to Nothing to Lose where I was enjoying my first days as a champion and you were but another girl in the roster. And then, after you do everything in your range to piss me off, what happens?
(squeaky joke voice) “We’re supposed to be a teeeeeaaaaaaaam!”
Say now, o almighty queen of the Starlets Division... What were you doing back then, that you didn’t get up from my assault and kicked the s*** out of Rayne and me? Let’s be honest, you’ve wasted every single opportunity to shut me up properly since then. You had every opportunity to crash the shows I were in and punch me on the face so I could feel my teeth sliding down my throat, but you have done nothing but stay away, plotting and waiting, letting me get away with embarrassing you in front of the entire audience and roster. And that wasn’t underhanded... I did that in front of the entire world because I wanted everybody to see how easily manipulated you could be. And believe me, I got a big kick out of the look on your face after doing that, and as of this very moment you haven’t done s*** but put words together and claim “verbal assassination”.
Tale of the tape... You wanted to get into my mind even prior to your #1 contendership match, but I got into yours first... Aly, 1; Shelly, nil.
I’m going to give you the benefit of the unpredictableness though. I’ll be waiting for you Sunday. And believe me when I say it’s going to be your LAST chance to rise up make a stand against me. I want to see and flavor the fury and the hatred you have been breeding for me. Unlike your beliefs, I’m still made of overcoming the odds and kicking oblivious bitches’ teeth in. I AM the Goddess of Extreme, and believe me, I’d get another big kick out of making you regret crossing my way, even if it meant spilling my own blood to do that.
And finally... I hope you enjoy being in the main event of Battlegrounds. Because as long as I have a say, that’s the closest you’ll be getting to the top.
You think that was a long-winded message? I haven’t even said all that’s on my mind.
Your move.
By the way, I can't play videogame. These guys are SO gonna kick my ass.
Well, Gears time.
Spike: Phew, thank heavens she's gone.
I look at him with a playful disapproval face, as he raises his hands in innocence.
Spike: I-I mean, everything seemed to go right, right? The snack and everything. I hope she didn't, um, you know...
Unfortunately for me, I can't keep the serious face for too long, as it doesn't take much for me to burst into laughter. Spike thn crosses his arms at me, with a "WTF"-ish smile.
Spike: What now?
I catch up my breath and look at him.
Alysson: You should have seen you guys' faces when we arrived. Robbie was like, scared s***less.
Spike: And so was I! I didn't know you were gonna show up right at that moment... And with your mother with you, I mean, the hell?
I walk up to him and put my arms on his chest, as he hugs me.
Alysson: Well, she just wanted to meet the man that has been making me happy these days, so I decided to introduce you two.
Spike: Exactly when Gears 3 is out?
Alysson: Can't blame you. You ARE a boy, after all.
Spike: That I am.
We keep silent for a couple of seconds as he rocks me and I smile playfully at him.
Spike: ... so you're... not mad at me, are you?
Alysson: Of course not, silly.
I lean forward and peck his lips, as he smiles back at me.
Alysson: It was just me and her crashing a guys' party. Guess I'm the one that needs to apologize.
Spike: Oh, shut up.
He then hugs me closer and we kiss. Moments later - a.k.a. after we're done making out -, I lower my head in worry.
Spike: What now?
Alysson: I'm worried... Well, mom also wanted to see Xander...
That's when he breaks the hug and paces around, stroking his hair as preocupation builds up again.
Spike: And that bitch River's still got my son, g'damnit...
I hug him from behind as to calm him down, and it seem to work for a while.
Alysson: Everything's gonna be alright, don't worry. It's just a matter of time until little Xander is back with us.
Spike: Amen.
He sighs, and behind his back, I smirk, thinking of the perfect excuse to make him smile again.
Alysson: So... You guys left the videogame on, right?
Spike: ... I guess so? Brad and Christopher are still playing. Why?
Alysson: Let's join them so I can kick your Irish asses.
He breaks free of my hug and looks at me with the funniest face ever.
Spike: Say WHAT?
Alysson: What? You're afraid your girl's gonna kick your ass on Gears?
Spike: You're SO on!
And then he drags me back inside so we can join the boys in gaming.
Well, Shelly, I must admit you’re actually right in what you’ve been saying.
Yes, I did everything in my power to piss you off, and then some more to piss you off even further, I really did, and I enjoyed every second of it. And I call it retribution. Because when you had no business with me, immediately after the Anniversary Show, YOU started poking your way into this. YOU brought this into yourself. Also, lovesick? Proudly. I couldn’t be happier with Spike Kane with me. And at best, if he’s missing his balls, it’s because I’m taking good care of them, differently from you, since your husband has no balls for you to take care. But yes, you were right. Clap, clap – want a cookie?
Ah, and by the way, here’s another suggestion for a tee... “The Jones’ Charity House: Donations accepted – Diapers and tissues needed”. Only needs your telephone number to it.
It’s funny how you want to talk about selfishness and hypocrisy, so tell me: why didn’t you win that Battle Royale? Yes, I’m going to mention it over and over until you realize that you have to win every match you’re booked in if you really want to have the right to vomit the words you do. While you were all sprawled out on the ringside I was measuring forces with Ayla St. James for a showcase match that I could care less about a reward. It could have been there, in that very night, that you could shut everybody up and become the champion, in the very same surprise fashion that I did, and believe me, nobody would’ve questioned that, since you’re the only one who’s still got an ass burn because of it.
And yes, I was putting up some half assed performances prior to that. Because I had more important things to do. Things those, in my opinion, were far more important than championships. I had other priorities, and with all of them sorted out, I could focus on being the champion that I am, and guess what? I have been getting better and better ever since. And the only thing that management has to do with it is that while I was getting pinned during a pre-main event match, you were getting pinned in a half-empty arena dark match on Trauma. Wow, ways to be the best.
Oh, wait up... Yeah, there’s this thing about me walking out on you when we were, uhhh, come again... Supposed to be on the same page. Want an honest suggestion? GET THE F*** OVER IT. You talk about me like I’m some kind of self-made wretch, when YOU can’t play a fair round of mind games, given that YOU started all this by running your mouth at the wrong moment. I could have cared less about you back them, a week prior to Nothing to Lose where I was enjoying my first days as a champion and you were but another girl in the roster. And then, after you do everything in your range to piss me off, what happens?
(squeaky joke voice) “We’re supposed to be a teeeeeaaaaaaaam!”
Say now, o almighty queen of the Starlets Division... What were you doing back then, that you didn’t get up from my assault and kicked the s*** out of Rayne and me? Let’s be honest, you’ve wasted every single opportunity to shut me up properly since then. You had every opportunity to crash the shows I were in and punch me on the face so I could feel my teeth sliding down my throat, but you have done nothing but stay away, plotting and waiting, letting me get away with embarrassing you in front of the entire audience and roster. And that wasn’t underhanded... I did that in front of the entire world because I wanted everybody to see how easily manipulated you could be. And believe me, I got a big kick out of the look on your face after doing that, and as of this very moment you haven’t done s*** but put words together and claim “verbal assassination”.
Tale of the tape... You wanted to get into my mind even prior to your #1 contendership match, but I got into yours first... Aly, 1; Shelly, nil.
I’m going to give you the benefit of the unpredictableness though. I’ll be waiting for you Sunday. And believe me when I say it’s going to be your LAST chance to rise up make a stand against me. I want to see and flavor the fury and the hatred you have been breeding for me. Unlike your beliefs, I’m still made of overcoming the odds and kicking oblivious bitches’ teeth in. I AM the Goddess of Extreme, and believe me, I’d get another big kick out of making you regret crossing my way, even if it meant spilling my own blood to do that.
And finally... I hope you enjoy being in the main event of Battlegrounds. Because as long as I have a say, that’s the closest you’ll be getting to the top.
You think that was a long-winded message? I haven’t even said all that’s on my mind.
Your move.
By the way, I can't play videogame. These guys are SO gonna kick my ass.
Well, Gears time.