Post by Ashlie on Dec 31, 2011 19:01:39 GMT -6
Trent lays oh the couch with an Xbox 360 controller in his hands as the shaking of a handheld camera is catching his every little movement. His Spidey Sense begins to tingle as he suddenly hits pause and looks up to see Ashlie standing there recording him. Trent smiles at her and shakes his head.
“-laughs- What are you doing?”
“Just testing out this cheap ass camera Jeff got me for Christmas.”
“In your bra and panties?”
Ashlie can be heard giggling gently from the other side of the camera as she walks over to the couch and leans over it, zooming in on Trent's reaction as she is having some fun now.
“Well I just thought it would be more fun this way. What do you think?”
“I can't complain.”
“What game are you playing?”
“It doesn't matter... come here.”'
Trent slings the controller to the side and grabs Ashlie and pulls her forward. The handheld camera flips and turns in wild directions as the sound of them embracing and their lips meeting can be heard as Ashlie tries to both embrace Helms and not let the camera fall to the floor at the same time. Ashlie finally puts the camera on the coffee table and points it toward her and Helms where we can clearly see her in her blue bra and panties straddling him on the couch as the two begin to kiss passionately. Ashlie pulls away briefly and smiles devilishly, like she tends to do.
“Are you sure you don't want to finish your game first?”
“I've got something better to do.”
The two smile and kiss again, before Ashlie reaches down and begins unbuttoning his pants while she sits atop him. She reaches in and giggles as Trent lays his head back and closes his eyes. Ashlie stops for a second however, she leans over at the camera and grabs a small piece of white paper that she also had in her hands and sits it on the table like a tent with the big black letters clearly showing in front of the camera.
~He's MINE. **** You Mercedes.~
Ashlie goes back to Trent and the two lock into a kiss again as the vulgar card obscures the vision of what is going on. The blue bra goes flying, pants fling across the room and then...
Static.
Oh yeah, I sure can see this ending well.
Why didn't Gib just put me into this match alone to take on the champions by myself? It would have accomplished the exact same thing. Me being alone to fight off the tag team champions all by myself because we sure as hell know Mercedes isn't going to lift a damn finger to help us win this thing, she's more concerned about ringing my neck for whatever damn reason and doesn't give a **** about actually winning these belts. Hell, with the odds stacked against me like this, I'm not even really giving a damn either, I'm just trying to survive, and I wouldn't even be doing that if it wasn't for the fact that this was my first ever shot at actually winning a wrestling title.
I'm not going to make any half hearted statements about winning this match, or overcoming the odds, or any bull**** like that because anybody with their eyes firmly installed inside their skulls know that I probably don't stand a shot in hell at this, not with Mercedes on this team. My illusions of grandour are going to have to remain illusions for them moment, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to try and win, it just means I'm totally more concerned about my tag team partner than I am the two women across the ring from me. Which is pretty effin sad.
Look Mercedes. If you are watching this. Lets just try and get through this match ok? Lets just try and not rip each other's heads off long enough so that we can get through this and then we can go out there and settle what ever differences you have against me and be through with this. I'll just tell you one thing though, if you think that I'm going to leave Trent because you're using these scare tactics, because you've been beating the hell out of me at every turn, then you're out of your damn mind. Trent is amazing, Xian is a great kid, and I... I love this life. I'm not going to let you walk in and try to take it back. You had your damn chance at happiness, you had your shot at being happy and now you need to step off and let me have my turn.
You won't take this from me, I can't let you. He doesn't want you, he wants me and I want him. I dare say I'm falling in love, I dare say that I'm the happiest I've ever been in such a very long time. You and your floppy sagging ass tits aren't going to stand in that way, you aren't going to get between me and my happy ending. So lets make this perfectly clear. I'm going to attempt to fight by your side, I'm going to play along with this as long as I can, but the second we are through with Roxxxie and Syph, I'm going to knock your damn head off if you come within 20 feet of Trent... got it?
Yeah, it's just “whatever” for you PoP. I don't have anything to prove, I already beat Roxxxie, I already pinned the former world champion, just like I did to her sister a few months back, and this match doesn't mean a damn thing, especially not with the cards stacked in your favor. Sure you two may not like each other, you may fight and argue constantly, but neither of you are flat out trying to kill the other for being with the other's man. You've got nothing on this odd couple tag team and you know it. But you know what? Go ahead and think you have an easy road in front of you, go ahead and believe that at least the other team in the match has just as many problems as your team, because I can promise you... you're dead wrong.
You give me an opening.
You give me a chance.
And I will take those titles from you in a heartbeat, Mercedes or not.
I'm going to have to fight you two, I'm going to have to fight my tag team partner, and who the else knows what I'm going to have to go through, but it doesn't ****ing matter to me right now. This is my rise to the top, this is the road I've chosen to take and this is just another opportunity to prove my worth, this is just another road bump to overcome. I'm going to hit you as hard as I can, I'm going to smack you as hard as I can, and I'm going to knock you to that mat as hard as humanly possible! Win or lose, champions or not, with or without Mercedes in my corner...
I'm going to make you remember my name.
Ashlie stands in the empty training center and looks confused as this is her normal time to work out and there is no sign of Adam or anyone else. She puts her bag son the floor and walk towards the back where a faint light comes out from beneath the office door. Ashlie pushes the door in and slides her”” hea inside to see Adam sitting behind his desk staring forward and a large glass container holding some name brand of whiskey and Ashlie cocks an eyebrow.
“Adam where have you been... Are you drunk?”
“I'm on my way, so what?”
That's when Ashlie notices that the bottle hasn't even been opened and it just raises her eyebrow even further up her face. She walks the rest of the way into the office and sits down in the chair in front of Adam's desk and looks at him with her arms crossed across her chest.
“You don't drink.”
“How would you know?”
“Come on, you don't think I remember you, you're not the drinking type. Not for no damn reason at least. Ohhhh whoa whoa... this is about Kelly isn't it?”
“Ashlie what do you want?”
“I'm here for my training session, we do this three-four days a week remember? I have also been paying you to do so.”
“It's New Years Eve!”
“Well you didn't tell me if we were working out tonight so I didn't know and showed up anyway, you can't expect me to read your mind can you?”
“What you just expected me to want to spend New Years Eve with you and listen to you whine about how things are so hard and how I push you too much instead of being with my wife and kid?”
Ashlie does a quick scan around the room in a very cocky manner before shrugging her shoulders and smiling devilishly at Adam.
“I don't see Ryleigh or Kelly anywhere.”
Adam jumps up from the chair behind the desk and smashes his hands into the stained wood and causes Ashlie to almost fall out of the chair in sudden shock. She thought her smartalic response was cute and funny, he apparently thinks otherwise and has made that blatantly clear. Adam sheaths, breathing heavily as he glares at her with his gritted teeth, but he backs down and sits back in the chair and looks at the bottle on his desk.
“I'm sorry Adam... I...”
“Just go Ashlie. I Want to be alone right now.”
Adam reaches for the bottle but his hand is quickly swatted away by Ashlie who takes the bottle from the desk as he looks at her stunned and stands up, backing away towards the door.
“I can't let you do that Dave... err... Adam.”
“What the hell is your problem Ashlie!? Just get the hell out and leave me alone!”
“Look! I'm not going to let you do something stupid, just because you're feeling all “woe is me” right now, now get your ass up and lets go work out.”
“Woe is me? You think I'm just some kid who didn't get what he wanted from mommy and daddy for Christmas and is throwing a hissy it in my room!? You don't understand what it's like to have your wife tell you that she doesn't want to see you during the holidays because she hasn't decided if you're some kind of heartless monster or not, you don't understand what it's like to be alone right now, this time of the year!”
Ashlie's playful smile turns into a frown, her raised arm holding the bottle of whiskey falls to her side as she glares at Adam with that “did you really just say that” look.
“Really Adam? I DON'T understand what it's like being alone for Christmas and New Years day? If anybody around here understands what you're feeling right now it's me! If anybody knows what you're going through I do! The thing is, you were the cause of both of our issues.”
“I'm sorry Ashlie.”
“Look... I dont' care, I'm just not going to let you go against everything you stand for like that. Lets just go do some working out ok? I've got a lot to worry about this week you know. Namely fighting my own tag team partner.”
“Mercedes is ****ing nuts... you got your work cut out for you there.”
“Yeah I know, that's why I need you.”
“Alright Ashlie, you win, come on.”
Adam walks towards Ashlie and forces the bottle from her hand, she tries to fight it thinking that he's still going to drink but he's too strong. She tries to object but stops when she sees him drop it into the trash can and then turns around and heads into main gym and flips the lights on. Ashlie smiles, proud of herself, her good act to start off the year it seems.
“-laughs- What are you doing?”
“Just testing out this cheap ass camera Jeff got me for Christmas.”
“In your bra and panties?”
Ashlie can be heard giggling gently from the other side of the camera as she walks over to the couch and leans over it, zooming in on Trent's reaction as she is having some fun now.
“Well I just thought it would be more fun this way. What do you think?”
“I can't complain.”
“What game are you playing?”
“It doesn't matter... come here.”'
Trent slings the controller to the side and grabs Ashlie and pulls her forward. The handheld camera flips and turns in wild directions as the sound of them embracing and their lips meeting can be heard as Ashlie tries to both embrace Helms and not let the camera fall to the floor at the same time. Ashlie finally puts the camera on the coffee table and points it toward her and Helms where we can clearly see her in her blue bra and panties straddling him on the couch as the two begin to kiss passionately. Ashlie pulls away briefly and smiles devilishly, like she tends to do.
“Are you sure you don't want to finish your game first?”
“I've got something better to do.”
The two smile and kiss again, before Ashlie reaches down and begins unbuttoning his pants while she sits atop him. She reaches in and giggles as Trent lays his head back and closes his eyes. Ashlie stops for a second however, she leans over at the camera and grabs a small piece of white paper that she also had in her hands and sits it on the table like a tent with the big black letters clearly showing in front of the camera.
~He's MINE. **** You Mercedes.~
Ashlie goes back to Trent and the two lock into a kiss again as the vulgar card obscures the vision of what is going on. The blue bra goes flying, pants fling across the room and then...
Static.
Oh yeah, I sure can see this ending well.
Why didn't Gib just put me into this match alone to take on the champions by myself? It would have accomplished the exact same thing. Me being alone to fight off the tag team champions all by myself because we sure as hell know Mercedes isn't going to lift a damn finger to help us win this thing, she's more concerned about ringing my neck for whatever damn reason and doesn't give a **** about actually winning these belts. Hell, with the odds stacked against me like this, I'm not even really giving a damn either, I'm just trying to survive, and I wouldn't even be doing that if it wasn't for the fact that this was my first ever shot at actually winning a wrestling title.
I'm not going to make any half hearted statements about winning this match, or overcoming the odds, or any bull**** like that because anybody with their eyes firmly installed inside their skulls know that I probably don't stand a shot in hell at this, not with Mercedes on this team. My illusions of grandour are going to have to remain illusions for them moment, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to fight, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to try and win, it just means I'm totally more concerned about my tag team partner than I am the two women across the ring from me. Which is pretty effin sad.
Look Mercedes. If you are watching this. Lets just try and get through this match ok? Lets just try and not rip each other's heads off long enough so that we can get through this and then we can go out there and settle what ever differences you have against me and be through with this. I'll just tell you one thing though, if you think that I'm going to leave Trent because you're using these scare tactics, because you've been beating the hell out of me at every turn, then you're out of your damn mind. Trent is amazing, Xian is a great kid, and I... I love this life. I'm not going to let you walk in and try to take it back. You had your damn chance at happiness, you had your shot at being happy and now you need to step off and let me have my turn.
You won't take this from me, I can't let you. He doesn't want you, he wants me and I want him. I dare say I'm falling in love, I dare say that I'm the happiest I've ever been in such a very long time. You and your floppy sagging ass tits aren't going to stand in that way, you aren't going to get between me and my happy ending. So lets make this perfectly clear. I'm going to attempt to fight by your side, I'm going to play along with this as long as I can, but the second we are through with Roxxxie and Syph, I'm going to knock your damn head off if you come within 20 feet of Trent... got it?
Yeah, it's just “whatever” for you PoP. I don't have anything to prove, I already beat Roxxxie, I already pinned the former world champion, just like I did to her sister a few months back, and this match doesn't mean a damn thing, especially not with the cards stacked in your favor. Sure you two may not like each other, you may fight and argue constantly, but neither of you are flat out trying to kill the other for being with the other's man. You've got nothing on this odd couple tag team and you know it. But you know what? Go ahead and think you have an easy road in front of you, go ahead and believe that at least the other team in the match has just as many problems as your team, because I can promise you... you're dead wrong.
You give me an opening.
You give me a chance.
And I will take those titles from you in a heartbeat, Mercedes or not.
I'm going to have to fight you two, I'm going to have to fight my tag team partner, and who the else knows what I'm going to have to go through, but it doesn't ****ing matter to me right now. This is my rise to the top, this is the road I've chosen to take and this is just another opportunity to prove my worth, this is just another road bump to overcome. I'm going to hit you as hard as I can, I'm going to smack you as hard as I can, and I'm going to knock you to that mat as hard as humanly possible! Win or lose, champions or not, with or without Mercedes in my corner...
I'm going to make you remember my name.
Ashlie stands in the empty training center and looks confused as this is her normal time to work out and there is no sign of Adam or anyone else. She puts her bag son the floor and walk towards the back where a faint light comes out from beneath the office door. Ashlie pushes the door in and slides her”” hea inside to see Adam sitting behind his desk staring forward and a large glass container holding some name brand of whiskey and Ashlie cocks an eyebrow.
“Adam where have you been... Are you drunk?”
“I'm on my way, so what?”
That's when Ashlie notices that the bottle hasn't even been opened and it just raises her eyebrow even further up her face. She walks the rest of the way into the office and sits down in the chair in front of Adam's desk and looks at him with her arms crossed across her chest.
“You don't drink.”
“How would you know?”
“Come on, you don't think I remember you, you're not the drinking type. Not for no damn reason at least. Ohhhh whoa whoa... this is about Kelly isn't it?”
“Ashlie what do you want?”
“I'm here for my training session, we do this three-four days a week remember? I have also been paying you to do so.”
“It's New Years Eve!”
“Well you didn't tell me if we were working out tonight so I didn't know and showed up anyway, you can't expect me to read your mind can you?”
“What you just expected me to want to spend New Years Eve with you and listen to you whine about how things are so hard and how I push you too much instead of being with my wife and kid?”
Ashlie does a quick scan around the room in a very cocky manner before shrugging her shoulders and smiling devilishly at Adam.
“I don't see Ryleigh or Kelly anywhere.”
Adam jumps up from the chair behind the desk and smashes his hands into the stained wood and causes Ashlie to almost fall out of the chair in sudden shock. She thought her smartalic response was cute and funny, he apparently thinks otherwise and has made that blatantly clear. Adam sheaths, breathing heavily as he glares at her with his gritted teeth, but he backs down and sits back in the chair and looks at the bottle on his desk.
“I'm sorry Adam... I...”
“Just go Ashlie. I Want to be alone right now.”
Adam reaches for the bottle but his hand is quickly swatted away by Ashlie who takes the bottle from the desk as he looks at her stunned and stands up, backing away towards the door.
“I can't let you do that Dave... err... Adam.”
“What the hell is your problem Ashlie!? Just get the hell out and leave me alone!”
“Look! I'm not going to let you do something stupid, just because you're feeling all “woe is me” right now, now get your ass up and lets go work out.”
“Woe is me? You think I'm just some kid who didn't get what he wanted from mommy and daddy for Christmas and is throwing a hissy it in my room!? You don't understand what it's like to have your wife tell you that she doesn't want to see you during the holidays because she hasn't decided if you're some kind of heartless monster or not, you don't understand what it's like to be alone right now, this time of the year!”
Ashlie's playful smile turns into a frown, her raised arm holding the bottle of whiskey falls to her side as she glares at Adam with that “did you really just say that” look.
“Really Adam? I DON'T understand what it's like being alone for Christmas and New Years day? If anybody around here understands what you're feeling right now it's me! If anybody knows what you're going through I do! The thing is, you were the cause of both of our issues.”
“I'm sorry Ashlie.”
“Look... I dont' care, I'm just not going to let you go against everything you stand for like that. Lets just go do some working out ok? I've got a lot to worry about this week you know. Namely fighting my own tag team partner.”
“Mercedes is ****ing nuts... you got your work cut out for you there.”
“Yeah I know, that's why I need you.”
“Alright Ashlie, you win, come on.”
Adam walks towards Ashlie and forces the bottle from her hand, she tries to fight it thinking that he's still going to drink but he's too strong. She tries to object but stops when she sees him drop it into the trash can and then turns around and heads into main gym and flips the lights on. Ashlie smiles, proud of herself, her good act to start off the year it seems.
