Post by Ashlie on Apr 7, 2012 17:04:14 GMT -6
[Ashlie rests her head on the shoulder of Trent Helms as the couple stare off into the distance at Xian playing in a small park. Several kids run past, laughing and screaming, and just generally having a good time. Ashlie closes her eyes as she enjoys the sun and wind of the perfect spring day, in the arms of the man she loves. It's a strange sight to see Trent perfectly calm with no explosions or alien invasions flying around behind him, but it's what we get as the two smile in perfect harmony.]
Trent: It's a nice day out...
Ashlie: It's a perfect day. **sigh** I just wish we had more time.
Trent: What do you mean?
Ashlie: I have to go train in 30 minutes... I told you told you right before we left out.
Trent: Missing one day isn't going to kill you.
Ashlie: I can't right now... not with Alysson breathing down my neck about how I'm not a real wrestling. I have to prove her wrong.
Trent: Come on, who cares what monster jugs thinks. Look how far you've come, and it's only because you put in so much effort, and so many hours to do so. Nobody, not a single man nor woman has put in more effort than you have in the past three months, is ridiculous to imply that you aren't deserving of that belt.
Ashlie: But am I really? I mean... I saw the replays, I saw Zelda there knocking Kelly out and I never beat her... I pinned Mercedes. Maybe it was just dumb luck that I won the title, maybe I really didn't do anything special what-so-ever.
[Ashlie stops talking briefly so she can stare out at Trent's son, Xian, now climbing to the top of the monkey bars, standing there triumphant with his arms raised, almost looking like he could come flying off with a shooting star press like his father at any second and she smiles from ear to ear at the sight. However, the look quickly disappears, as suddenly she looks very sullen and sad.]
Ashlie: I just can't... I've come too far to slow down now.
Trent: yeah I know... it was wroth a shot right... just to spend a few more hours with you.
[Ashlie was expecting him to be upset or annoyed at her, but this reaction is the most pleasant sight possible and she blushes a bright red and turns away from him. The sigh tof which causes Trent to chuckles slightly before slightly mocking her.]
Trent: That's cute. You're blushing... awww
Ashlie: I am not! I'm just... shut up... **laughs**
Trent: It's ok... I like you like this.
[Ashlie blushes even more and smiles timidly at her boyfriend as we fade away.]
What the hell is your problem Alysson? You think because you're the firery red headed bitch who doesn't confirm to societies standards except for her massively boxum figure that you can say that I'm not worthy of my accolaides simply because I look a certain way or because I haven't been trained as a fighter my entire life? I may not have followed your, or anybody else's path here. I may not be Zelda or Kelly who have been trained or around wrestling their entire lives, I may not be the biggest or most skilled, and I sure as hell am not the most technically sound, but it doesn't mean that I don't have what it takes to be in that ring, it doesn't mean that I can't be just as strong as anybody else.
I've given the past few months of my life to this, I've been working my body to the very core, sweat, blood and tears every night just because I wanted this moment, just because I dreamt of this day from the day Adam left me in that Chicago airport. I always wanted to prove to everybody that I wasn't somebody to be forgotten that I wasn't an afterthought... that I meant something. Now that I'm here, now that I finally achieved my wildest dreams, you want to come in here and poopoo all over it? Say I don't deserve this, say I'm killing women's wrestling? Why because I dared to dream of being something more and made it happen, or is it just because you can't get past my blonde hair and thin figure and write me off before you ever step foot into a ring with me?
I see how you operate Alysson.
This must be the part where you're expecting me to say something witty and sarcastic for you to rip apart right? The place where I talk about how you're underestimating me and how I'll show you, so you can counter with some overused retard **** about how you know perfectly well what I'm made of. No I'm not going to give you that pleasure. I'm just going to say that I plan on giving you everything I have, if that's not enough to beat you fine. You were just the better wrestler that night, hell maybe the better wrestler period, but it will never mean that I didn't deserve this belt. I doesn't mean that I'm Emma Danielson. So if you were expecting me to throw you a line, too bad... which is good... since you'd probably just snort it anyway.
[It's a late night at the office, Ashlie sits behind her desk going over some papers, she obviously came straight from the gym back to work earlier that day, as evidenced by her tank top and her pulled back hair into a ponytail, but it's clearly much later now, more likely past midnight. She takes a deep breath and puts some papers down and looks back into the front waiting area of the office where we see Jeremy sitting on the couch, watching the big television in the room... and his favorite show... The Gilmore Girls.]
Ashlie: Jeremy. You don't have to stay this late with me you know.
Jeremy: It's fine... it's not like I have anything better to do.
Ashlie: you should really get out more, I kinda find it sad that you spend so much time up here.
Jeremy: You demand I spend most of my time up here, and like I said... I don't get out much.
Ashlie: You're black. Shouldn't you be clubbin, or busting caps, something?
Jeremy: That's mildly offensive. No.. I just go home and play Xbox with my Krew as soon as I get home and have to listen to Ted whine and complain about grenade launchers... sadly I have no “game.”
Ashlie: Well Jeremy, let the 100 pound white girl give you a couple of tips... first... turn off Girlmore Girls.
Jeremy: WHAT!? How do you expect me to do that? This is the episode where Rorie thinks she got the clap but it turns out to be a simple yeast infection.
Ashlie: **shudders** Turn it off.
Jeremy: Fine!
[Just as Jeremy clicks the remote to turn off the show, both are surprised as Trent walks in through the front door of the office. Carrying a cup of her favorite coffee and a sandwich.]
Ashlie: TRENT!
[Ashlie jumps up from her desk and rushes into the room where like a love sick high schooler she throws her arms around him smiling.]
Ashlie: What are you doing here!?
Trent: Well if you're going to insist on working this late, then I'm going to insist you eat something, no sense in starving while you're working yourself to death.
Ashlie: You're the best.
Trent: So what's going on here? Jeremy.
Ashlie: You walked in on me giving jeremy in lessons on how to have “game.”
Trent: Well first he has to lose that Bette Midler CD collection.
Jeremy: NO! You go to hell!
[Ashlie and Trent both stare at Jeremy blankly.]
Jeremy: I have a lot to learn don't I?
[Both Ashlie and Trent nod their heads in agreement as Jeremy sighs.]
Trent: It's a nice day out...
Ashlie: It's a perfect day. **sigh** I just wish we had more time.
Trent: What do you mean?
Ashlie: I have to go train in 30 minutes... I told you told you right before we left out.
Trent: Missing one day isn't going to kill you.
Ashlie: I can't right now... not with Alysson breathing down my neck about how I'm not a real wrestling. I have to prove her wrong.
Trent: Come on, who cares what monster jugs thinks. Look how far you've come, and it's only because you put in so much effort, and so many hours to do so. Nobody, not a single man nor woman has put in more effort than you have in the past three months, is ridiculous to imply that you aren't deserving of that belt.
Ashlie: But am I really? I mean... I saw the replays, I saw Zelda there knocking Kelly out and I never beat her... I pinned Mercedes. Maybe it was just dumb luck that I won the title, maybe I really didn't do anything special what-so-ever.
[Ashlie stops talking briefly so she can stare out at Trent's son, Xian, now climbing to the top of the monkey bars, standing there triumphant with his arms raised, almost looking like he could come flying off with a shooting star press like his father at any second and she smiles from ear to ear at the sight. However, the look quickly disappears, as suddenly she looks very sullen and sad.]
Ashlie: I just can't... I've come too far to slow down now.
Trent: yeah I know... it was wroth a shot right... just to spend a few more hours with you.
[Ashlie was expecting him to be upset or annoyed at her, but this reaction is the most pleasant sight possible and she blushes a bright red and turns away from him. The sigh tof which causes Trent to chuckles slightly before slightly mocking her.]
Trent: That's cute. You're blushing... awww
Ashlie: I am not! I'm just... shut up... **laughs**
Trent: It's ok... I like you like this.
[Ashlie blushes even more and smiles timidly at her boyfriend as we fade away.]
What the hell is your problem Alysson? You think because you're the firery red headed bitch who doesn't confirm to societies standards except for her massively boxum figure that you can say that I'm not worthy of my accolaides simply because I look a certain way or because I haven't been trained as a fighter my entire life? I may not have followed your, or anybody else's path here. I may not be Zelda or Kelly who have been trained or around wrestling their entire lives, I may not be the biggest or most skilled, and I sure as hell am not the most technically sound, but it doesn't mean that I don't have what it takes to be in that ring, it doesn't mean that I can't be just as strong as anybody else.
I've given the past few months of my life to this, I've been working my body to the very core, sweat, blood and tears every night just because I wanted this moment, just because I dreamt of this day from the day Adam left me in that Chicago airport. I always wanted to prove to everybody that I wasn't somebody to be forgotten that I wasn't an afterthought... that I meant something. Now that I'm here, now that I finally achieved my wildest dreams, you want to come in here and poopoo all over it? Say I don't deserve this, say I'm killing women's wrestling? Why because I dared to dream of being something more and made it happen, or is it just because you can't get past my blonde hair and thin figure and write me off before you ever step foot into a ring with me?
I see how you operate Alysson.
This must be the part where you're expecting me to say something witty and sarcastic for you to rip apart right? The place where I talk about how you're underestimating me and how I'll show you, so you can counter with some overused retard **** about how you know perfectly well what I'm made of. No I'm not going to give you that pleasure. I'm just going to say that I plan on giving you everything I have, if that's not enough to beat you fine. You were just the better wrestler that night, hell maybe the better wrestler period, but it will never mean that I didn't deserve this belt. I doesn't mean that I'm Emma Danielson. So if you were expecting me to throw you a line, too bad... which is good... since you'd probably just snort it anyway.
[It's a late night at the office, Ashlie sits behind her desk going over some papers, she obviously came straight from the gym back to work earlier that day, as evidenced by her tank top and her pulled back hair into a ponytail, but it's clearly much later now, more likely past midnight. She takes a deep breath and puts some papers down and looks back into the front waiting area of the office where we see Jeremy sitting on the couch, watching the big television in the room... and his favorite show... The Gilmore Girls.]
Ashlie: Jeremy. You don't have to stay this late with me you know.
Jeremy: It's fine... it's not like I have anything better to do.
Ashlie: you should really get out more, I kinda find it sad that you spend so much time up here.
Jeremy: You demand I spend most of my time up here, and like I said... I don't get out much.
Ashlie: You're black. Shouldn't you be clubbin, or busting caps, something?
Jeremy: That's mildly offensive. No.. I just go home and play Xbox with my Krew as soon as I get home and have to listen to Ted whine and complain about grenade launchers... sadly I have no “game.”
Ashlie: Well Jeremy, let the 100 pound white girl give you a couple of tips... first... turn off Girlmore Girls.
Jeremy: WHAT!? How do you expect me to do that? This is the episode where Rorie thinks she got the clap but it turns out to be a simple yeast infection.
Ashlie: **shudders** Turn it off.
Jeremy: Fine!
[Just as Jeremy clicks the remote to turn off the show, both are surprised as Trent walks in through the front door of the office. Carrying a cup of her favorite coffee and a sandwich.]
Ashlie: TRENT!
[Ashlie jumps up from her desk and rushes into the room where like a love sick high schooler she throws her arms around him smiling.]
Ashlie: What are you doing here!?
Trent: Well if you're going to insist on working this late, then I'm going to insist you eat something, no sense in starving while you're working yourself to death.
Ashlie: You're the best.
Trent: So what's going on here? Jeremy.
Ashlie: You walked in on me giving jeremy in lessons on how to have “game.”
Trent: Well first he has to lose that Bette Midler CD collection.
Jeremy: NO! You go to hell!
[Ashlie and Trent both stare at Jeremy blankly.]
Jeremy: I have a lot to learn don't I?
[Both Ashlie and Trent nod their heads in agreement as Jeremy sighs.]
