Post by Rayne on Oct 26, 2011 16:56:32 GMT -6
Wow... Hypocrisy much?
So let me get this straight, Steph, my throwing a little bit of respect your way means nothing to you, correct? Because, after all, I'm just some washed up hag who is holding Ayla back...
BUT!!!! You just can't seem to shut up about pinning my shoulders to the mat because I'm apparently SUCH A BIG DEAL...
Did you hear that? I think your brain just farted.
I feel like maybe I missed something Steph. Like maybe I'm a little late to this party your throwing because I seriously do not understand. You want people to take you seriously, you want the entire roster to see you as a legitimate threat to the world champion, you want to be seen like you were way back when you first arrived...
HOWEVER!!! If someone were to be dumb enough to give you the benefit of the doubt and offer you that long sought after respect you claim to desire your response is...
GTFO?
Hmmmm... Maybe I'm not the confused one after all. Maybe it's just you. Maybe, just maybe, you've been dropped on your head one too many times and cannot comprehend the words that are exiting your mouth.
Tell me something Steph, since I don't matter, at least not unless you've pinned me, but even then I don't REALLY matter. Why are you so determined to dethrone me? If I'm just some stepping stone to something greater than why does Stephanie Sanderson now see fit to 180 her life and her career and come after me like a rabid dog?
No really, I wanna know.
Because either you don't pay enough attention to me or your purposely contradicting yourself... Or your just an airhead and a retard.
Pick one. Pick none. All of the above. Whatever.
The sad part is you don't even know what your talking about half the time. I know you like to "wait" your opponent out so you have some good reverse talking points, but generally, what you think are solid facts tend to just be bull**** you made up.
When we first came back I said out right what my problem with the "Starlets" was.
Wasted Potential.
Something you know a great deal about Steph. I know you like to live your life inside this walled up world where only things you say happen, but in reality I actually acknowledged how good you WERE. How high you had RISEN. How far you CAME.
Then, like a falling star, you came CRASHING down because, for one worthless plot point or another, you decided you didn't want to try anymore. You went from facing Trish Newborn to strip teasing. THAT is our problem with you and Amy.
The two of you COULD be world champions. You COULD be dominant wrestlers. But instead of embracing the wrestling side of the business we are in you decided to PISS AWAY years of training, hard work and dedication for...
*Crickets*
I honestly don't know what you got in exchange for selling your bodies. What I do know is you have what it takes to be here. You more than proved that to me already Stephanie. I'm just curious how dedicated you really are Steph. You've shown flashes of brilliance before. It wasn't all that long ago your name was in the marquee along side the world champion. It also wasn't that long ago that you simply faded away and became the thing Ayla and I swore to drive from this company.
You've tasted success again. You've beaten someone who may or may not matter, depending what side of the bed you got up on. You are once again realizing your potential Stephanie...
Try not to burn out this time.
Because Sunday night is the true test. Your getting in the ring with the most dominant tag team in nCw today, men or women, a team that has not known defeat, a team that has literally stamped out the competition, a team that has it's sights on ridding nCw of it's last "Starlets."
Enjoy the ego boost while you can, Road to the Gold, we will bring you crashing back down to Earth...
Because It can Rayne all the Time.
{ Rayne pressed the weight off her chest for the tenth time, exhaling as the bar went up. Ayla stood over her, spotting her. Most of the men around them took notice of the one super hot chick spotting the other reasonably hot milf who was pressing more weight than them. Rayne racked the bar and sat up. }
"What is it Ayla?"
{ Ayla snapped out of her daze and looked at Rayne with one of her innocent smiles. }
"What do you mean?"
"I've known you long enough to know when something is bothering you."
{ The smile slowly melted away as Ayla dropped down on the next nearest bench. She rested her hands on her lap as she looked at her friend. }
"Am I holding you back?"
{ Rayne was surprised by the question, she hadn't ever thought of their partnership in that way. }
"Ayla, are you kidding me? Your my best friend. I love you."
"Yeah... But I feel like if it wasn't for me... You could be who you wanted to be."
{ Rayne popped off the bench and sat down next to her friend, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. }
"Ayla, I want to be by your side."
{ Ayla grinned and looked into Rayne's eyes. }
"What about the World title?"
"What about it? There isn’t a rule that says either of us can't go after it. Zelda held the World and Tag Titles."
"Yeah but as long as we are a team we are going to be viewed as a team."
"What's wrong with that?"
"It doesn't bother you?"
"Should it?"
{ Ayla looked away, frowning. }
"Maybe... I don't want you to wake up one day and hate me..."
"If I wanted to go, would you stop me?"
"No."
"Then your not holding me back. We're a team, Ayla. We work together. Hell, we work damn well together and there isn't a place I'd rather be this Sunday night than right beside you in that ring fighting for our Tag Team Titles."
{ Ayla began to perk up. }
"Really?"
"Really. Besides, if anything, the old hag is holding you back."
"Pfft, as if."
{ Rayne stood up and placed her hands on her hips. }
"That sounded like a challenge."
"Oh, Ms. Hag wants to spar?"
"You damn right."
"Let's do it."
{ Ayla jumped off the bench and began to head for the practice ring near the back of the gym. Rayne smiled and shook her head as she chased after her friend and her partner... Most of the men followed them... }
And then we have Amy Marshall, aka "Roxxxie."
You, I just do not understand. You come into this company looking to flaunt your body to get ahead, it worked, nobody faulted you for it working and then you run head on into a single real woman's wrestler, annoying as she may be, and you fall apart.
What happened?
For a brief fleeting moment you were on fire. You were the name on everyone's tongue. You went from being the chick who did porn to representing this company as one of it's top champions. YOU WERE THE WORLD CHAMPION! You were what everyone, and I mean everyone aspires to be in this business.
And you cracked under the pressure?
You couldn't take being the top bitch?
You, Leonard's hand picked whore to the throne, could not handle being in the cross-hairs of the entire company?
How the hell are you going to handle us, Amy? We aren't here to play nice with you. We aren't trying to make you better anymore. We do not care if you wrestle another match after this Sunday, and honestly, we'd prefer if you didn't. Your a joke, you've been a joke since day one, and if it wasn't for a streak of dumb luck early on in your career here, you'd be an accolade-less joke.
And I'm not laughing anymore.
You've been coming out here, week after week, running your mouth about us, about your partner, about how your tired of everyone saying the same damn things about you... THEN MAKE A CHANGE AMY! Your tired of the world laughing at you? STOP GIVING THEM A REASON TO! Look at you. Look at your career. Why shouldn't we laugh? You don't seem to belong here anymore. There isn’t really a place for you. Your certainly not good enough to be here. Your just a punching bag for would be future world champions. Hell, the only reason you and Steph are getting a shot is because we RAN OUT OF COMPETITION.
So make a change.
Stop talking about it and do it.
Because I'm certainly sick and tired of talking about you.
Ayla and I DEMAND the best competition this company has to offer. It didn't take us long to weed out the plastics and bring a new level of wrestling to this division. As you can see by looking around, it's getting pretty lonely around here because as it stands, the "Starlets" division has only the best WRESTLERS left in it... Sadly... Your not one of them Amy. Not yet.
You had potential once.
You could of kept yourself on top.
But you lack the drive, determination and killer instinct to stay up there.
Your partner has run your name into the mud as if she were one of your opponents and you just stand there and threaten her from afar. You deserve each other. A couple of leeches feasting off the remains of each other's careers. Neither of you good enough to make it on your own, both of you with a record that proves it.
This Sunday at Road to the Gold, it isn't just about us defending the Tag Team Titles against the last bastion of hope for Leonard's dream come true "Starlets" division, it's a battle to the death as far as I'm concerned. You cannot be allowed to walk away. The Princesses of Pain cannot continue. You and Stephanie must face facts...
It's survival of the fittest and your just not fit to survive.
The storm breaks this Sunday and a new dawn will rise as the last "Starlets" die.
{ Ayla and Rayne sat at the juice bar after their training session had ended. Ayla sips happily at her drink while Rayne fiddles with the straw, something obviously on her mind. }
“It’s ok to hate him.”
{ Rayne looks up, slightly surprised, maybe confused, or just trying to hide something. }
“Huh?”
“It’s ok to hate Chris after what he did to you.”
{ Rayne looks up from her glass. }
“What if... What if I don’t hate him?”
“What?? He beat you! How could you not!?”
{ Rayne can’t meet her gaze as she looks away, possibly looking for an answer. }
“I don’t know... I mean... It wasn’t all bad... Right? We had some happy moments... Before Rob... And the alcohol..”
“Sandy, I’m begging you, he has not changed. He never will.”
{ Rayne spins on her chair and shots Ayla an almost accusing glare. }
“And what would you have me do Ayla!? Sit back and watch you and Kyle be the ****ing happy little couple while I play third wheel!? Sorry if watching you two **** isn’t how I want to spend my life!”
{ Rayne knocks her chair over as she stands, Ayla just stares at her friend, shocked she’s reacting this way. }
“Sandy...”
“I don’t want to hear it right now Ayla! I’m 39 years old. I’m going to be 40 soon and I STILL sleep alone, every single night! Wrestling has taken EVERYTHING from me, a husband, a son and the love of my life!”
{ Ayla sits in stunned silence. }
“It’s time I took something back.”
{ She turns, unintentionally facing us. }
“Starting this Sunday.”
{ Fade to black. }
I’ve given enough...Time to pay up.
So let me get this straight, Steph, my throwing a little bit of respect your way means nothing to you, correct? Because, after all, I'm just some washed up hag who is holding Ayla back...
BUT!!!! You just can't seem to shut up about pinning my shoulders to the mat because I'm apparently SUCH A BIG DEAL...
Did you hear that? I think your brain just farted.
I feel like maybe I missed something Steph. Like maybe I'm a little late to this party your throwing because I seriously do not understand. You want people to take you seriously, you want the entire roster to see you as a legitimate threat to the world champion, you want to be seen like you were way back when you first arrived...
HOWEVER!!! If someone were to be dumb enough to give you the benefit of the doubt and offer you that long sought after respect you claim to desire your response is...
GTFO?
Hmmmm... Maybe I'm not the confused one after all. Maybe it's just you. Maybe, just maybe, you've been dropped on your head one too many times and cannot comprehend the words that are exiting your mouth.
Tell me something Steph, since I don't matter, at least not unless you've pinned me, but even then I don't REALLY matter. Why are you so determined to dethrone me? If I'm just some stepping stone to something greater than why does Stephanie Sanderson now see fit to 180 her life and her career and come after me like a rabid dog?
No really, I wanna know.
Because either you don't pay enough attention to me or your purposely contradicting yourself... Or your just an airhead and a retard.
Pick one. Pick none. All of the above. Whatever.
The sad part is you don't even know what your talking about half the time. I know you like to "wait" your opponent out so you have some good reverse talking points, but generally, what you think are solid facts tend to just be bull**** you made up.
When we first came back I said out right what my problem with the "Starlets" was.
Wasted Potential.
Something you know a great deal about Steph. I know you like to live your life inside this walled up world where only things you say happen, but in reality I actually acknowledged how good you WERE. How high you had RISEN. How far you CAME.
Then, like a falling star, you came CRASHING down because, for one worthless plot point or another, you decided you didn't want to try anymore. You went from facing Trish Newborn to strip teasing. THAT is our problem with you and Amy.
The two of you COULD be world champions. You COULD be dominant wrestlers. But instead of embracing the wrestling side of the business we are in you decided to PISS AWAY years of training, hard work and dedication for...
*Crickets*
I honestly don't know what you got in exchange for selling your bodies. What I do know is you have what it takes to be here. You more than proved that to me already Stephanie. I'm just curious how dedicated you really are Steph. You've shown flashes of brilliance before. It wasn't all that long ago your name was in the marquee along side the world champion. It also wasn't that long ago that you simply faded away and became the thing Ayla and I swore to drive from this company.
You've tasted success again. You've beaten someone who may or may not matter, depending what side of the bed you got up on. You are once again realizing your potential Stephanie...
Try not to burn out this time.
Because Sunday night is the true test. Your getting in the ring with the most dominant tag team in nCw today, men or women, a team that has not known defeat, a team that has literally stamped out the competition, a team that has it's sights on ridding nCw of it's last "Starlets."
Enjoy the ego boost while you can, Road to the Gold, we will bring you crashing back down to Earth...
Because It can Rayne all the Time.
{ Rayne pressed the weight off her chest for the tenth time, exhaling as the bar went up. Ayla stood over her, spotting her. Most of the men around them took notice of the one super hot chick spotting the other reasonably hot milf who was pressing more weight than them. Rayne racked the bar and sat up. }
"What is it Ayla?"
{ Ayla snapped out of her daze and looked at Rayne with one of her innocent smiles. }
"What do you mean?"
"I've known you long enough to know when something is bothering you."
{ The smile slowly melted away as Ayla dropped down on the next nearest bench. She rested her hands on her lap as she looked at her friend. }
"Am I holding you back?"
{ Rayne was surprised by the question, she hadn't ever thought of their partnership in that way. }
"Ayla, are you kidding me? Your my best friend. I love you."
"Yeah... But I feel like if it wasn't for me... You could be who you wanted to be."
{ Rayne popped off the bench and sat down next to her friend, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her in close. }
"Ayla, I want to be by your side."
{ Ayla grinned and looked into Rayne's eyes. }
"What about the World title?"
"What about it? There isn’t a rule that says either of us can't go after it. Zelda held the World and Tag Titles."
"Yeah but as long as we are a team we are going to be viewed as a team."
"What's wrong with that?"
"It doesn't bother you?"
"Should it?"
{ Ayla looked away, frowning. }
"Maybe... I don't want you to wake up one day and hate me..."
"If I wanted to go, would you stop me?"
"No."
"Then your not holding me back. We're a team, Ayla. We work together. Hell, we work damn well together and there isn't a place I'd rather be this Sunday night than right beside you in that ring fighting for our Tag Team Titles."
{ Ayla began to perk up. }
"Really?"
"Really. Besides, if anything, the old hag is holding you back."
"Pfft, as if."
{ Rayne stood up and placed her hands on her hips. }
"That sounded like a challenge."
"Oh, Ms. Hag wants to spar?"
"You damn right."
"Let's do it."
{ Ayla jumped off the bench and began to head for the practice ring near the back of the gym. Rayne smiled and shook her head as she chased after her friend and her partner... Most of the men followed them... }
And then we have Amy Marshall, aka "Roxxxie."
You, I just do not understand. You come into this company looking to flaunt your body to get ahead, it worked, nobody faulted you for it working and then you run head on into a single real woman's wrestler, annoying as she may be, and you fall apart.
What happened?
For a brief fleeting moment you were on fire. You were the name on everyone's tongue. You went from being the chick who did porn to representing this company as one of it's top champions. YOU WERE THE WORLD CHAMPION! You were what everyone, and I mean everyone aspires to be in this business.
And you cracked under the pressure?
You couldn't take being the top bitch?
You, Leonard's hand picked whore to the throne, could not handle being in the cross-hairs of the entire company?
How the hell are you going to handle us, Amy? We aren't here to play nice with you. We aren't trying to make you better anymore. We do not care if you wrestle another match after this Sunday, and honestly, we'd prefer if you didn't. Your a joke, you've been a joke since day one, and if it wasn't for a streak of dumb luck early on in your career here, you'd be an accolade-less joke.
And I'm not laughing anymore.
You've been coming out here, week after week, running your mouth about us, about your partner, about how your tired of everyone saying the same damn things about you... THEN MAKE A CHANGE AMY! Your tired of the world laughing at you? STOP GIVING THEM A REASON TO! Look at you. Look at your career. Why shouldn't we laugh? You don't seem to belong here anymore. There isn’t really a place for you. Your certainly not good enough to be here. Your just a punching bag for would be future world champions. Hell, the only reason you and Steph are getting a shot is because we RAN OUT OF COMPETITION.
So make a change.
Stop talking about it and do it.
Because I'm certainly sick and tired of talking about you.
Ayla and I DEMAND the best competition this company has to offer. It didn't take us long to weed out the plastics and bring a new level of wrestling to this division. As you can see by looking around, it's getting pretty lonely around here because as it stands, the "Starlets" division has only the best WRESTLERS left in it... Sadly... Your not one of them Amy. Not yet.
You had potential once.
You could of kept yourself on top.
But you lack the drive, determination and killer instinct to stay up there.
Your partner has run your name into the mud as if she were one of your opponents and you just stand there and threaten her from afar. You deserve each other. A couple of leeches feasting off the remains of each other's careers. Neither of you good enough to make it on your own, both of you with a record that proves it.
This Sunday at Road to the Gold, it isn't just about us defending the Tag Team Titles against the last bastion of hope for Leonard's dream come true "Starlets" division, it's a battle to the death as far as I'm concerned. You cannot be allowed to walk away. The Princesses of Pain cannot continue. You and Stephanie must face facts...
It's survival of the fittest and your just not fit to survive.
The storm breaks this Sunday and a new dawn will rise as the last "Starlets" die.
{ Ayla and Rayne sat at the juice bar after their training session had ended. Ayla sips happily at her drink while Rayne fiddles with the straw, something obviously on her mind. }
“It’s ok to hate him.”
{ Rayne looks up, slightly surprised, maybe confused, or just trying to hide something. }
“Huh?”
“It’s ok to hate Chris after what he did to you.”
{ Rayne looks up from her glass. }
“What if... What if I don’t hate him?”
“What?? He beat you! How could you not!?”
{ Rayne can’t meet her gaze as she looks away, possibly looking for an answer. }
“I don’t know... I mean... It wasn’t all bad... Right? We had some happy moments... Before Rob... And the alcohol..”
“Sandy, I’m begging you, he has not changed. He never will.”
{ Rayne spins on her chair and shots Ayla an almost accusing glare. }
“And what would you have me do Ayla!? Sit back and watch you and Kyle be the ****ing happy little couple while I play third wheel!? Sorry if watching you two **** isn’t how I want to spend my life!”
{ Rayne knocks her chair over as she stands, Ayla just stares at her friend, shocked she’s reacting this way. }
“Sandy...”
“I don’t want to hear it right now Ayla! I’m 39 years old. I’m going to be 40 soon and I STILL sleep alone, every single night! Wrestling has taken EVERYTHING from me, a husband, a son and the love of my life!”
{ Ayla sits in stunned silence. }
“It’s time I took something back.”
{ She turns, unintentionally facing us. }
“Starting this Sunday.”
{ Fade to black. }
I’ve given enough...Time to pay up.