Post by Ayla St. James on Oct 29, 2011 0:21:34 GMT -6
Anger.. Despair.. Longing.. and then finally, it burst and Rayne had to leave the room before she would say something she didn't mean and regret later. Ayla watched her exit the room, unable to say something comforting, neither woman bothered by the looks they were getting from the other patrons of the juice bar. Sandy was standing outside the bar in the little alcove in between the main room and the front door. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with her fingers, trying to clear her mind when she felt someone grab her. She started to struggle, then realized it was a friendly grab and she knew the man.
Kyle.. what?
Sorry. You looked like you could use a hug.
Ok, you made your point.. lemme go before I kick you in the go nads..
Falcon let her go, and stepped back.
Message receieved.
She's in there...
Rayne motioned over her shoulder with her thumb. Falcon noticed the pain written all over her face.
Did you guys have a fight?
I.. I wouldn't say that.. She just.. doesn't understand.
It's about Chris, isn't it?
How do you always seem to know?
I just pay attention, that's all. Has he been to see you?
Yes..
Then the question is.. what do you want?
...I want to be happy.. like.. you guys are.
Falcon nodded.
Then if you think being with him is where your happiness lies.. go to him. And don't care about what anyone says.. not even me or Ayla.
...Yea.
Falcon patted her on the shoulder as he walked by.
We're a tumultuous breed.. wrestlers.. Always a riot a minute..
He was through the door. Rayne shook her head, but she smiled a little.
Men...
So, here we are.. the four of us, standing here.. ready to go at it one more time. Stephanie Sanderson and Amy Marshall.. ready to go toe to do with teh baddest beetches to step into the ring.
That is, if they can stop having rag fits over who said what to who.
This is why some people can't match up with us. Rayne and I are solid, a team. It doesn't matter if I get pinned, she doesn't hold it against me. And vice versa. We take pride in winning together, no matter which of us gets the pinfall. We share the pain of losing together, no matter which one of us is down for three or forced to tap.
How many times have you apologized to Amy for slopping it through a match, Steffy?
How many times have you sat alone in the dark and told yourself that this is the last time you're going to let Stephanie not pull her weight Amy?
You two aren't friends, you're just allies. An alliance not worth the metaphoric paper it isn't printed on.
You're not a team, you're just sticking together because you don't think you have the strength to stand on your own.
Sandy thinks that the two of you have the ability to be more than what you appear. I used to believe that. I used to think that when Amy dropped her porn name she was heading somewhere. I used to think that when Stephanie pulled her silly nickname out of her ass she was starting to realize that she was more than just "Roxxxie's tag partner and a lesser version of Crystal Hilton". I used to think all of this was true.
Now, I don't believe a damn word either of you say.
Oh, Steffy had this flash of brilliance where she got all pissed off and told Amy a bunch of mean things and how she now "means business". That's all well and good.. except for the fact that what happens a week later when something doesn't go your way? Will you go back to being standard old "meh, take things as they come" Steffy?
My magic 8 ball is pointing to yes.
What happens when you wake up from that dream and realize that impotent anger is only going to take you so far? When you look at the team standing across from you and realize that the dominant force in the ring is the same, but the person standing behind them is not some lame ass like Mercedes Vargas. What will you do..
When you realize you are seriously outmatched?
When you realize that you're facing a cohesive unit.. and the only thing the two of you have in common is a hatred for us and a willingness to lean on someone else so you don't have to stand on your own, what then?
Sorry ladies, but this story doesn't have a happy ending. You won't wake up on Monday and look at your bedside table and find the Starlets tag championship. You won't start getting calls from Carly and Chad trying to know how it feels to be a champion again?
You'll be you, and nothing more.
Thats the way the cookie crumbles, the way the chips will fall and all those appropriate phrases. We're tired of waiting for you to find your big girl panties and slap them on, tired of waiting for the broken rag tag teams that formed "with nothing better to do". And I don't think it's going to be better on the horizon.
Rayne may think that there's hope for you two. I don't anymore. You want to prove me wrong and shut me up? Go for it. It'll be about damn time you did something and stopped your flapping lips.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
P.S. Not really.
Ayla was still sitting where Rayne had left her, stirring her drink but suddenly not in any hurry to consume it. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind.
Oooo sex in public.. kinky..
Well, I didn't expect that..
I'm full of surprises.. so whats up honey bear?
Falcon winced a little, and shook his head.
Just thought you looked like you needed a hug.
Was it that obvious?
Just a liiiiitle.
I just.. I don't want her to get hurt.. and I think.. she's going to go back to him.
She might.. and if she does.. you should just support her.
But he..
Trust me, Ayla. I know him.. I know her.. everything will work out as it is supposed to.
Even if someone gets hurt?
He nodded.
I hate it when you're right.
I love it when you talk dirty..
Kyle.. what?
Sorry. You looked like you could use a hug.
Ok, you made your point.. lemme go before I kick you in the go nads..
Falcon let her go, and stepped back.
Message receieved.
She's in there...
Rayne motioned over her shoulder with her thumb. Falcon noticed the pain written all over her face.
Did you guys have a fight?
I.. I wouldn't say that.. She just.. doesn't understand.
It's about Chris, isn't it?
How do you always seem to know?
I just pay attention, that's all. Has he been to see you?
Yes..
Then the question is.. what do you want?
...I want to be happy.. like.. you guys are.
Falcon nodded.
Then if you think being with him is where your happiness lies.. go to him. And don't care about what anyone says.. not even me or Ayla.
...Yea.
Falcon patted her on the shoulder as he walked by.
We're a tumultuous breed.. wrestlers.. Always a riot a minute..
He was through the door. Rayne shook her head, but she smiled a little.
Men...
Promo Time!
[/center]So, here we are.. the four of us, standing here.. ready to go at it one more time. Stephanie Sanderson and Amy Marshall.. ready to go toe to do with teh baddest beetches to step into the ring.
That is, if they can stop having rag fits over who said what to who.
This is why some people can't match up with us. Rayne and I are solid, a team. It doesn't matter if I get pinned, she doesn't hold it against me. And vice versa. We take pride in winning together, no matter which of us gets the pinfall. We share the pain of losing together, no matter which one of us is down for three or forced to tap.
How many times have you apologized to Amy for slopping it through a match, Steffy?
How many times have you sat alone in the dark and told yourself that this is the last time you're going to let Stephanie not pull her weight Amy?
You two aren't friends, you're just allies. An alliance not worth the metaphoric paper it isn't printed on.
You're not a team, you're just sticking together because you don't think you have the strength to stand on your own.
Sandy thinks that the two of you have the ability to be more than what you appear. I used to believe that. I used to think that when Amy dropped her porn name she was heading somewhere. I used to think that when Stephanie pulled her silly nickname out of her ass she was starting to realize that she was more than just "Roxxxie's tag partner and a lesser version of Crystal Hilton". I used to think all of this was true.
Now, I don't believe a damn word either of you say.
Oh, Steffy had this flash of brilliance where she got all pissed off and told Amy a bunch of mean things and how she now "means business". That's all well and good.. except for the fact that what happens a week later when something doesn't go your way? Will you go back to being standard old "meh, take things as they come" Steffy?
My magic 8 ball is pointing to yes.
What happens when you wake up from that dream and realize that impotent anger is only going to take you so far? When you look at the team standing across from you and realize that the dominant force in the ring is the same, but the person standing behind them is not some lame ass like Mercedes Vargas. What will you do..
When you realize you are seriously outmatched?
When you realize that you're facing a cohesive unit.. and the only thing the two of you have in common is a hatred for us and a willingness to lean on someone else so you don't have to stand on your own, what then?
Sorry ladies, but this story doesn't have a happy ending. You won't wake up on Monday and look at your bedside table and find the Starlets tag championship. You won't start getting calls from Carly and Chad trying to know how it feels to be a champion again?
You'll be you, and nothing more.
Thats the way the cookie crumbles, the way the chips will fall and all those appropriate phrases. We're tired of waiting for you to find your big girl panties and slap them on, tired of waiting for the broken rag tag teams that formed "with nothing better to do". And I don't think it's going to be better on the horizon.
Rayne may think that there's hope for you two. I don't anymore. You want to prove me wrong and shut me up? Go for it. It'll be about damn time you did something and stopped your flapping lips.
Kisses,
Love Ayla.
P.S. Not really.
Transition
[/center]Ayla was still sitting where Rayne had left her, stirring her drink but suddenly not in any hurry to consume it. Suddenly, she was grabbed from behind.
Oooo sex in public.. kinky..
Well, I didn't expect that..
I'm full of surprises.. so whats up honey bear?
Falcon winced a little, and shook his head.
Just thought you looked like you needed a hug.
Was it that obvious?
Just a liiiiitle.
I just.. I don't want her to get hurt.. and I think.. she's going to go back to him.
She might.. and if she does.. you should just support her.
But he..
Trust me, Ayla. I know him.. I know her.. everything will work out as it is supposed to.
Even if someone gets hurt?
He nodded.
I hate it when you're right.
I love it when you talk dirty..