Post by Ashlie on Feb 1, 2012 21:54:07 GMT -6
[Adam walks away from the table after the two share a quick friendly hug. Ashlie grabs her purse and throws it over her shoulder as she puts her oversized sunglasses back on. Jeremy waits at the corner leaning against the car, but before she can get there she is grabbed by the arm and pulled around the corner. Ashlie's jaw drops and she stutters a bit as Simon I standing in front of her face.]
Ashlie: Si... Si... mon? What are you...
Simon: So what's going on? Two timing on Trent with Adam now?
Ashlie: We're just friends you jackass.
Simon: Sure, just like you were “just friends” with Helms right?
Ashlie: You dumped me! Remember?!
Simon: No, what I remember was clearly telling you that I just wanted some time to think about our relationship.
Ashlie: It's the same damn thing... UGH!... whatever Simon, I have work. Bye.
[Ashlie pulls her arm away and turns around to head back to her car as Jeremy sighs and puts on his chauffeur hat, but again she is grabbed from behind as Simon pulls her back this time however he pulls so hard that he pulls her all the way into his chest. He lowers his head and looks down at her as she looks back up at him in shock.]
Simon: Ashlie... I'm sorry.
Ashlie: It's too late.
Simon: It's never too late. I was an idiot...
Ashlie: You still are.
Simon: Come on, you know you loved what we had. We were wild and crazy, we were great together. You couldn't keep your hands off of me, we had a lot of fun, remember?
Ashlie: Just stop, that's in the past, that's a side of me that... that... I've let go of.
Simon: I can't lie to me...
[Simon puts his hand on her cheek and leans in and puts his lips on hers. Ashlie doesn't fight the moment as Simon kisses her passionately and perhaps even kisses back herself briefly, however after several seconds she finally comes to her senses as she pulls away from him and pushes him in the chest.]
Ashlie: no. No. NO. I'm with Trent, j... just... just stay away from me!
[Ashlie pulls away once more, jerking her arms free from his grip. She charges forward and screams at Jeremy to get in the car as she jumps into the back seat, obviously still flustered.]
Jeremy: Wow... I assume you want me to stay quiet about that?
Ashlie: Just shut up and drive!
[Fade out.]
This is where we're at again huh? Another match with Roxxxie, but here's the catch... she also gets paired with somebody that she can't freaking stand for the life of her. Thank god the teams are at least even this time. It kinda gets old going into every match knowing that you have to worry more about the person in your corner than you do the people on the opposite side of the ring.
Either way, I plan on taking on this match, the same way I did the last time we had a tag team title match, by going in and carrying my team. What's that you say Mercedes? No. Shut up, you didn't do a single ***damn thing last time, I'd make a witty remark about you going to the Jimmy Zane school of backpacking a tag team championship but that even would be giving you way too much credit for what you did in that match. You were there. You did nothing except try to lose, and then reaped the benefits of the win simply because I'm that damn awesome... ok maybe not, it might be because Marshall and Sanderson sucked so much, but I don't give a ****, I won that match, I did it with my own partner against me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anybody spoil that moment. To me it was a three on one handicap match, and I won it.
Have I proven myself to you yet Amy, or are you going to go on your typical rant of how nobody matches up to you, we're all bitches and you're great and we're all cock gobbling leg spreaders while you're the reformed saint and pinnacle of wrestling excellence? Am I good enough to say that I'm in your league now that I've beaten you just about every time we faced lately, or will you just dismiss everything I've accomplished with a loser partner, much like you dismiss just about every single thing anybody else has ever done. But hey, you threw Bukkake man out of the ring during the Riot match and lasted about a minute and a half, so that makes you the best woman wrestler ever now just because Zelda Knite didn't do it, right?
Oh please.
All you've ever done is proven time and time again that you're nothing but the person who can win titles and gain victories simply because she's hanging around the most. You're like the Joe Everyman of the Starlets division. Sure you're getting up there in win count, but when you look at your whole record you see all those hideous loses out weighing them. You got a world title run because you lucked into a spot, you got the tag team titles because BWA got cocky and thought they could run over you. That's it. That's all you've ever done, walking into the Riot and getting rid of a nobody whom's biggest accomplishment was letting my man pretend to be him on a few occasions is not a huge crowing point, just an FYI for you.
You always think you're so great, when in actuality you're just a sniveling little **** who hides behind a tough facade to try and come off as edgy and cool. You're a former porn star for christ sakes whose biggest insult is calling people sluts. That right there should explain the level that you're at, you're not better than me, you're not a better wrestler, you're not a better athlete, nor businesswoman, there is not a single damn thing on this planet that you can do that I can't. Period, The end, fin.
While your content on living off your shining moment of beating a man in an all mens match and crowing about it until you're blue in the face... I want more. I want to be on the top of the world in this business and I want to stay there. I've come so far in such a short amount of time, I've pushed myself so far just to get to this point, and you... you want to write that off like it means nothing. You want to make light of all I've done, well... **** you. I've beaten you before, and I'm going to do it again, but knowing you, I'm sure that won't mean anything, since your selective memory will just forget it the next time you need some edgy sounding material to through into an overally complex and hard to follow promo about nothing.
But hey, at least you beat Bukkake Man right?
Then... Kathy Conway. It's odd, we seem to have so much in common. It's like neither of us can get the hell out of Kelly Knite's shadow can we? We both know the sting of Kelly when she sets her eyes on a prize. I felt it years ago, more figuratively, when she stole Adam right out from under my nose, while you felt it from her fists when you failed to defeat her those fifteen or so times you met inside the ring. Either way, I think in a way that makes us a lot alike. We are both looking to always prove ourselves to her and that family. No matter how hard we fight, how hard we try, we just can't seem to escape the dark huh?
That's why I went to one, that's why I had Adam take me under his wing, because I knew what it could do for my career. I knew that I could get better with him as my mentor. Maybe you're fine and dandy with sticking by Ace's side as he loses to Adam and just about everybody else, but I'm not. I wanted more, and look what it's gotten me. While you were lucking into title shots by just being the best two random people NCW could put together, I was defeating the champions one on one, I was tearing through the roster that stood in my way. So maybe I should have said we were a lot alike... before I decided that I wanted to be a good professional wrestler, and you apparently decided that being the wife of Ace was good enough.
L M A O
You three, you can say whatever you want here, you can ramble on about nothing for hours on end, just what ever your little hearts can think of because none of it matters. I'm done chasing everybody's coattails, I'm done trying to measure up to some arbitrary scale put in front of me, I've stepped out from the circle, I've become more than that girl with the obsession with fire and fire based puns.
Conway and Marshall... these tag team titles are mine and I refuse to let you have them.
Mercedes... You can stick around for the ride since having you around got me these belts, just realize that just like Trent, you're not going to get your grubby fat man hands on what is mine...
I worked too damn hard for everything I have.
You're not going to take it from me Mercedes.
You're not going to take this from me Marshall.
You're not going to take this from me Conway.
Remember that.
[Ashlie sits on the couch in Trent's apartment as she is still caught up in her thoughts from earlier, a situation that hasn't escaped Trent's attention. He comes back and hands her a cup of coffee, just the way she likes it, and sits down opposite of her.]
Trent: So what's bothering you?
Ashlie: N...nothing.
Trent: You look like you're lost, you've been in a daze all day.
Ashlie: Trent.. I need to tell you...
-knock,knock,knock-
[Trent jumps off the couch as he tells Ashlie just one minute, he answers the door and his face immediately turns to confused rage as Simon Daye is standing there.]
Trent: What in the hell do you want? I thought I kicked you off my planet?
Ashlie: SIMON!?
Simon: I have something for you space monkey.
[Simon pulls out some pictures and even a small camera and hands them to Helms, Ashlie jumps up from the couch and sees the pictures of her hugging Adam and being with him earlier in the day.]
Trent: What the **** is this.
Ashlie: Trent I can explain!
Simon: I thought you'd like to know what she did in her free time.
Trent: Ashlie....
Ashlie: Trent... I'm sorry I didn't tell you but Adam's been training me, he's been working with me so that I could be better, I didn't want you to have a pathetic girlfriend following you around in case we were ever in the ring together. We've just been hanging out... we're just friends.
Simon: Oh, it sure didn't look like they were just friends... and neither does this...
[Simon hands him a small camera, showing a brief clip of when he kissed her, obviously from a hidden camera he had planted across the street.]
Simon: Just look what happened when we met up earlier....
Ashlie: Trent! He kissed me, I promise, he caught me in the street and...
Simon: Look, I have the proof, she couldn't keep her hands off me man, I just thought you'd like to know. Just look at the pictures and the clip man.
Ashlie: He's trying to break us up, he said he wanted us to get back together, I swear, I...
Trent: You don't seem to be fighting this Ashlie.
Ashlie: It's just a moment Trent, I swear it, I ran away as fast as I could. I don't care about him, I don't care about Adam like that... I love you.
Simon: Love!? Whatever, who are you going to believe? Me with my photographic proof or this two timing whore who has slept with more men than...
-BAM!-
[Trent rears back and punches Simon right in the jaw as hard as he can. Simon stumbles backwards and into the hall, Trent chases him one step and lays into him again knocking Simon to a knee as blood pours from his lip and mouth now. Trent looks down at him, then spits on the ground.]
Trent: Don't you ever.. EVER... talk about her like that again. Now get your ass out of here and stay away from my woman.
[Trent walks back into the room, he closes the door and calmly walks up to Ashlie and puts his hands on her hips as she looks up at him with wide eyed suprise.]
Ashlie: you... you...
Trent: I believe you and I trust you, nothing that moronic asshole is going to say would convince me otherwise.
Ashlie: You... do? Nobody has ever... I mean... I don't... After everything I've done, after all the men I've been with, you're going to stand up for me still? I.. why...
[Trent cuts her off by putting his index finger on her lips.]
Trent: I love you, I don't care about anything else.
[Ashlie throws her self around Helms, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight embrace as she buries her head into his chest overcome with joy. Trent smiles and puts his arms gently around her and rubs her back as we fade to black, as nothing else needs to be said about this moment they are sharing.]
Ashlie: Si... Si... mon? What are you...
Simon: So what's going on? Two timing on Trent with Adam now?
Ashlie: We're just friends you jackass.
Simon: Sure, just like you were “just friends” with Helms right?
Ashlie: You dumped me! Remember?!
Simon: No, what I remember was clearly telling you that I just wanted some time to think about our relationship.
Ashlie: It's the same damn thing... UGH!... whatever Simon, I have work. Bye.
[Ashlie pulls her arm away and turns around to head back to her car as Jeremy sighs and puts on his chauffeur hat, but again she is grabbed from behind as Simon pulls her back this time however he pulls so hard that he pulls her all the way into his chest. He lowers his head and looks down at her as she looks back up at him in shock.]
Simon: Ashlie... I'm sorry.
Ashlie: It's too late.
Simon: It's never too late. I was an idiot...
Ashlie: You still are.
Simon: Come on, you know you loved what we had. We were wild and crazy, we were great together. You couldn't keep your hands off of me, we had a lot of fun, remember?
Ashlie: Just stop, that's in the past, that's a side of me that... that... I've let go of.
Simon: I can't lie to me...
[Simon puts his hand on her cheek and leans in and puts his lips on hers. Ashlie doesn't fight the moment as Simon kisses her passionately and perhaps even kisses back herself briefly, however after several seconds she finally comes to her senses as she pulls away from him and pushes him in the chest.]
Ashlie: no. No. NO. I'm with Trent, j... just... just stay away from me!
[Ashlie pulls away once more, jerking her arms free from his grip. She charges forward and screams at Jeremy to get in the car as she jumps into the back seat, obviously still flustered.]
Jeremy: Wow... I assume you want me to stay quiet about that?
Ashlie: Just shut up and drive!
[Fade out.]
This is where we're at again huh? Another match with Roxxxie, but here's the catch... she also gets paired with somebody that she can't freaking stand for the life of her. Thank god the teams are at least even this time. It kinda gets old going into every match knowing that you have to worry more about the person in your corner than you do the people on the opposite side of the ring.
Either way, I plan on taking on this match, the same way I did the last time we had a tag team title match, by going in and carrying my team. What's that you say Mercedes? No. Shut up, you didn't do a single ***damn thing last time, I'd make a witty remark about you going to the Jimmy Zane school of backpacking a tag team championship but that even would be giving you way too much credit for what you did in that match. You were there. You did nothing except try to lose, and then reaped the benefits of the win simply because I'm that damn awesome... ok maybe not, it might be because Marshall and Sanderson sucked so much, but I don't give a ****, I won that match, I did it with my own partner against me, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let anybody spoil that moment. To me it was a three on one handicap match, and I won it.
Have I proven myself to you yet Amy, or are you going to go on your typical rant of how nobody matches up to you, we're all bitches and you're great and we're all cock gobbling leg spreaders while you're the reformed saint and pinnacle of wrestling excellence? Am I good enough to say that I'm in your league now that I've beaten you just about every time we faced lately, or will you just dismiss everything I've accomplished with a loser partner, much like you dismiss just about every single thing anybody else has ever done. But hey, you threw Bukkake man out of the ring during the Riot match and lasted about a minute and a half, so that makes you the best woman wrestler ever now just because Zelda Knite didn't do it, right?
Oh please.
All you've ever done is proven time and time again that you're nothing but the person who can win titles and gain victories simply because she's hanging around the most. You're like the Joe Everyman of the Starlets division. Sure you're getting up there in win count, but when you look at your whole record you see all those hideous loses out weighing them. You got a world title run because you lucked into a spot, you got the tag team titles because BWA got cocky and thought they could run over you. That's it. That's all you've ever done, walking into the Riot and getting rid of a nobody whom's biggest accomplishment was letting my man pretend to be him on a few occasions is not a huge crowing point, just an FYI for you.
You always think you're so great, when in actuality you're just a sniveling little **** who hides behind a tough facade to try and come off as edgy and cool. You're a former porn star for christ sakes whose biggest insult is calling people sluts. That right there should explain the level that you're at, you're not better than me, you're not a better wrestler, you're not a better athlete, nor businesswoman, there is not a single damn thing on this planet that you can do that I can't. Period, The end, fin.
While your content on living off your shining moment of beating a man in an all mens match and crowing about it until you're blue in the face... I want more. I want to be on the top of the world in this business and I want to stay there. I've come so far in such a short amount of time, I've pushed myself so far just to get to this point, and you... you want to write that off like it means nothing. You want to make light of all I've done, well... **** you. I've beaten you before, and I'm going to do it again, but knowing you, I'm sure that won't mean anything, since your selective memory will just forget it the next time you need some edgy sounding material to through into an overally complex and hard to follow promo about nothing.
But hey, at least you beat Bukkake Man right?
Then... Kathy Conway. It's odd, we seem to have so much in common. It's like neither of us can get the hell out of Kelly Knite's shadow can we? We both know the sting of Kelly when she sets her eyes on a prize. I felt it years ago, more figuratively, when she stole Adam right out from under my nose, while you felt it from her fists when you failed to defeat her those fifteen or so times you met inside the ring. Either way, I think in a way that makes us a lot alike. We are both looking to always prove ourselves to her and that family. No matter how hard we fight, how hard we try, we just can't seem to escape the dark huh?
That's why I went to one, that's why I had Adam take me under his wing, because I knew what it could do for my career. I knew that I could get better with him as my mentor. Maybe you're fine and dandy with sticking by Ace's side as he loses to Adam and just about everybody else, but I'm not. I wanted more, and look what it's gotten me. While you were lucking into title shots by just being the best two random people NCW could put together, I was defeating the champions one on one, I was tearing through the roster that stood in my way. So maybe I should have said we were a lot alike... before I decided that I wanted to be a good professional wrestler, and you apparently decided that being the wife of Ace was good enough.
L M A O
You three, you can say whatever you want here, you can ramble on about nothing for hours on end, just what ever your little hearts can think of because none of it matters. I'm done chasing everybody's coattails, I'm done trying to measure up to some arbitrary scale put in front of me, I've stepped out from the circle, I've become more than that girl with the obsession with fire and fire based puns.
Conway and Marshall... these tag team titles are mine and I refuse to let you have them.
Mercedes... You can stick around for the ride since having you around got me these belts, just realize that just like Trent, you're not going to get your grubby fat man hands on what is mine...
I worked too damn hard for everything I have.
You're not going to take it from me Mercedes.
You're not going to take this from me Marshall.
You're not going to take this from me Conway.
Remember that.
[Ashlie sits on the couch in Trent's apartment as she is still caught up in her thoughts from earlier, a situation that hasn't escaped Trent's attention. He comes back and hands her a cup of coffee, just the way she likes it, and sits down opposite of her.]
Trent: So what's bothering you?
Ashlie: N...nothing.
Trent: You look like you're lost, you've been in a daze all day.
Ashlie: Trent.. I need to tell you...
-knock,knock,knock-
[Trent jumps off the couch as he tells Ashlie just one minute, he answers the door and his face immediately turns to confused rage as Simon Daye is standing there.]
Trent: What in the hell do you want? I thought I kicked you off my planet?
Ashlie: SIMON!?
Simon: I have something for you space monkey.
[Simon pulls out some pictures and even a small camera and hands them to Helms, Ashlie jumps up from the couch and sees the pictures of her hugging Adam and being with him earlier in the day.]
Trent: What the **** is this.
Ashlie: Trent I can explain!
Simon: I thought you'd like to know what she did in her free time.
Trent: Ashlie....
Ashlie: Trent... I'm sorry I didn't tell you but Adam's been training me, he's been working with me so that I could be better, I didn't want you to have a pathetic girlfriend following you around in case we were ever in the ring together. We've just been hanging out... we're just friends.
Simon: Oh, it sure didn't look like they were just friends... and neither does this...
[Simon hands him a small camera, showing a brief clip of when he kissed her, obviously from a hidden camera he had planted across the street.]
Simon: Just look what happened when we met up earlier....
Ashlie: Trent! He kissed me, I promise, he caught me in the street and...
Simon: Look, I have the proof, she couldn't keep her hands off me man, I just thought you'd like to know. Just look at the pictures and the clip man.
Ashlie: He's trying to break us up, he said he wanted us to get back together, I swear, I...
Trent: You don't seem to be fighting this Ashlie.
Ashlie: It's just a moment Trent, I swear it, I ran away as fast as I could. I don't care about him, I don't care about Adam like that... I love you.
Simon: Love!? Whatever, who are you going to believe? Me with my photographic proof or this two timing whore who has slept with more men than...
-BAM!-
[Trent rears back and punches Simon right in the jaw as hard as he can. Simon stumbles backwards and into the hall, Trent chases him one step and lays into him again knocking Simon to a knee as blood pours from his lip and mouth now. Trent looks down at him, then spits on the ground.]
Trent: Don't you ever.. EVER... talk about her like that again. Now get your ass out of here and stay away from my woman.
[Trent walks back into the room, he closes the door and calmly walks up to Ashlie and puts his hands on her hips as she looks up at him with wide eyed suprise.]
Ashlie: you... you...
Trent: I believe you and I trust you, nothing that moronic asshole is going to say would convince me otherwise.
Ashlie: You... do? Nobody has ever... I mean... I don't... After everything I've done, after all the men I've been with, you're going to stand up for me still? I.. why...
[Trent cuts her off by putting his index finger on her lips.]
Trent: I love you, I don't care about anything else.
[Ashlie throws her self around Helms, wrapping her arms around his waist in a tight embrace as she buries her head into his chest overcome with joy. Trent smiles and puts his arms gently around her and rubs her back as we fade to black, as nothing else needs to be said about this moment they are sharing.]
