Post by Ashlie on May 12, 2012 21:02:11 GMT -6
[Ashlie stands behind Adam, she doesn’t move a muscle, she doesn’t say a word, instead she just stares at him blankly with her arms crossed across her chest. Her head tilted slightly to the left, clearly unamused. Adam gets the hint that she isn’t going to respond unless it’s face to face, and turns around and half smiles at her.]
Adam: Yes?
Ashlie: I love him.
Adam: I love him too... Jeremy might be black, but he comes from good stock.
Ashlie: Shut up. You know whom I’m talking about.
[Adam smirks.]
Adam: Didn’t you “love” Joe Everyman too?
Ashlie: I’m not in the mood for your smartass remarks. Look... I’m begging you... please stop this. Please stop tormenting him. You’re driving him mad, I don’t know what to do for him, you have to end this.
Adam: Me end this? Ashlie I tried! Did you not see me reject his plea for a rematch!? Did you not see me deny him a match for over a month? I’ve done everything I could to stop from embarrassing him. He wanted this. Maybe you should be putting this burden on your shoulders and stop blaming me?
Ashlie: Fine. I will and I know the first thing I’m going to do... Adam, you’re fired.
[Ashlie turns her head and looks to stomp off, but she is stopped as Adam grabs her by the arm and pulls her back. Ashlie gets jerked back almost losing her balance and falling towards Adam crashing into his chest. Adam looks down at her, and she looks back at him and they stare at eachother for a brief second before they both pull away.]
Adam: What are you doing? We’re friends right? You’re going to stop all your training because he got a little jealous, just because I can close my eyes and picture you naked any time I want? Maybe he shouldn’t have went after my sloppy seconds.
Ashlie: Yes Adam... exactly, because you just have to keep reminding him! Why can’t you just drop it!?
Adam: Me drop it?! You’re the one that’s been carrying around a torch for me for ten years! Maybe you should just tell him the truth and clear the air... You never got over me and anybody who knows you can see it plain as day.
Ashlie: ….
[Ashlie turns her back to Adam, refusing to look at him as she grits her teeth together in what can only be described as an expression of pain. She shakes her head before taking a deep breath and turning back around.]
Ashlie: I’m over you Adam. It may have taken me longer than most to see that I didn’t need to keep living in the past.. but thanks to Trent.. I can finally, safely, and honestly say that I am over you and what you did to me. We were each other’s firsts... and I’ll always have a piece of you with me, but I love Trent, and I want to be with me for the rest of my life. Wow... that feels great to say... I... I’m over you. I’m finally, over you.
Adam: Are you sure about that? You’re going to have to prove it for Trent to believe you.
Ashlie: No. I don’t have to prove myself to anybody.... Not you, not Trent, not Kelly, and not to Alysson... not anymore.
[Ashlie smiles wide with a renewed lot on life, grinning from ear to ear. She spins around and goes to head out the door, but a shout stops her and has her turn around quickly.]
Adam: Hey.... **adam nods his head**.
[Ashlie knows exactly what he means, her smile grows wider and she nodes back at Adam before turning around and heading out the door to find Trent, leaving Adam back alone inside the gym.]
I’m so sick of this Alysson..
None of this makes any sense to me anyway.
Maybe I was a terrible wrestler before when I was running around with my pyrotechnic wrestling persona... but I’ve changed so much since then, I’m not that same frail weak minded woman who was just looking for a way to gain the attention of Adam Knite and to try and prove to him and his wife that I was a strong woman. I was different then, I was somebody else and you’d think somebody who claims to be a recovering drug addict would be able to realize when somebody makes a change to better themselves. You’d think somebody who parades around with the fact that she overcame all of her personal demons and torments would be able to see the plight of another who has done the exact same thing.
Instead, all you want to see me as is that barbie doll weakling that couldn’t do anything except talk Joe Everyman up as a competent wrestler. You want to look at me as if i’m the one who is refusing to let things go, when in fact you’re the one using my past against me, you’re the one who since this started that has been tearing down my existence, tearing down my credibility for no other reason than you see me as a threat to what you accomplished... you saw me as somebody who could make everything you did forgettable.
You won the World title by total shock, nobody expected you to walk into that Battle Royal and win that title, not with everybody who was supposedly better than you inside of it, not with all those other talented woman who were “better” than you gunning for the title. Zelda was stripped of the title and NCW needed a strong, spirited woman to take the belt and show just the same amount of charisma and talent as she did... and you were the person right? You proved everybody wrong, just like she did in that first ever tournament, you proved to the world that Alysson Gardner was nobody to laugh at, and you proved to the world that you were no big boobed punchline.
Fast forward a few months and you see me... tear through the roster against all odds. Hold the tag team belts with a person you had abandoned because you thought teaming with her was pointless. I held that belt until it had to be retired because nobody could take it from me, I defied every odd, every eye was turning to watch me, every fan was speaking my name as I turned around my life and my career and I was becoming somebody. You saw every step of it, you saw how more and more people were chanting my name each and every week, until the day finally came.. I finally earned myself a spot in a world title match. I finally had arrived, I was finally relevant. Despite every odd against me, I became somebody.
You... you couldn’t have somebody who was just like you stealing all that praise, stealing all that attention away from what you had done. We were so much alike, I did what you did but was doing it better. You overcame the drugs to prove that you stronger than an addiction. I worked hard to overcome the stigma of Joe Everyman and Ashlie Ember to prove that I was a true wrestler. You each and every week fight the perception that you are nothing but eye candy because of your small waist and giant bust by going out there and working your tail off inside a ring, I go out there each and every week to counter the perceived notion that I’m nothing but a Barbie with blonde hair and blue eyes by giving it my all every time I’m in the ring.
That’s what you really hate about me isn’t it Alysson? That’s what you really can’t stand isn’t it? The fact that you and I are just too much alike, that we’ve both fought to gain our position in this company and we’ve both had our detractors who felt we had no chance in hell. You can’t stand seeing that I’m actually more successful at it, can you? You can’t stand knowing that somebody else is getting all that attention can you? Whose hall of fame caliber boyfriend is gaining the most notoriety right now, whose name has been all over every NCW headline since she won this title? It’s not you, so you go and try and make this about you again, decided that you would force your way back into the spotlight by painting my accomplishments as less than yours.
When in reality... mine might be even more impressive...
Because, I never did a line of poor wrestling ability...
but I sure as hell fought to better. Gave everything I had for this dream, gave everything I was to better myself. I did it, and the fact that somebody like you took notice and are doing everything they can to take it from me.. is just further reassurance that it was the right thing to do. I’m going to give everything I have, win or lose, title or not... you’ll remember my name.
Adam: Yes?
Ashlie: I love him.
Adam: I love him too... Jeremy might be black, but he comes from good stock.
Ashlie: Shut up. You know whom I’m talking about.
[Adam smirks.]
Adam: Didn’t you “love” Joe Everyman too?
Ashlie: I’m not in the mood for your smartass remarks. Look... I’m begging you... please stop this. Please stop tormenting him. You’re driving him mad, I don’t know what to do for him, you have to end this.
Adam: Me end this? Ashlie I tried! Did you not see me reject his plea for a rematch!? Did you not see me deny him a match for over a month? I’ve done everything I could to stop from embarrassing him. He wanted this. Maybe you should be putting this burden on your shoulders and stop blaming me?
Ashlie: Fine. I will and I know the first thing I’m going to do... Adam, you’re fired.
[Ashlie turns her head and looks to stomp off, but she is stopped as Adam grabs her by the arm and pulls her back. Ashlie gets jerked back almost losing her balance and falling towards Adam crashing into his chest. Adam looks down at her, and she looks back at him and they stare at eachother for a brief second before they both pull away.]
Adam: What are you doing? We’re friends right? You’re going to stop all your training because he got a little jealous, just because I can close my eyes and picture you naked any time I want? Maybe he shouldn’t have went after my sloppy seconds.
Ashlie: Yes Adam... exactly, because you just have to keep reminding him! Why can’t you just drop it!?
Adam: Me drop it?! You’re the one that’s been carrying around a torch for me for ten years! Maybe you should just tell him the truth and clear the air... You never got over me and anybody who knows you can see it plain as day.
Ashlie: ….
[Ashlie turns her back to Adam, refusing to look at him as she grits her teeth together in what can only be described as an expression of pain. She shakes her head before taking a deep breath and turning back around.]
Ashlie: I’m over you Adam. It may have taken me longer than most to see that I didn’t need to keep living in the past.. but thanks to Trent.. I can finally, safely, and honestly say that I am over you and what you did to me. We were each other’s firsts... and I’ll always have a piece of you with me, but I love Trent, and I want to be with me for the rest of my life. Wow... that feels great to say... I... I’m over you. I’m finally, over you.
Adam: Are you sure about that? You’re going to have to prove it for Trent to believe you.
Ashlie: No. I don’t have to prove myself to anybody.... Not you, not Trent, not Kelly, and not to Alysson... not anymore.
[Ashlie smiles wide with a renewed lot on life, grinning from ear to ear. She spins around and goes to head out the door, but a shout stops her and has her turn around quickly.]
Adam: Hey.... **adam nods his head**.
[Ashlie knows exactly what he means, her smile grows wider and she nodes back at Adam before turning around and heading out the door to find Trent, leaving Adam back alone inside the gym.]
I’m so sick of this Alysson..
None of this makes any sense to me anyway.
Maybe I was a terrible wrestler before when I was running around with my pyrotechnic wrestling persona... but I’ve changed so much since then, I’m not that same frail weak minded woman who was just looking for a way to gain the attention of Adam Knite and to try and prove to him and his wife that I was a strong woman. I was different then, I was somebody else and you’d think somebody who claims to be a recovering drug addict would be able to realize when somebody makes a change to better themselves. You’d think somebody who parades around with the fact that she overcame all of her personal demons and torments would be able to see the plight of another who has done the exact same thing.
Instead, all you want to see me as is that barbie doll weakling that couldn’t do anything except talk Joe Everyman up as a competent wrestler. You want to look at me as if i’m the one who is refusing to let things go, when in fact you’re the one using my past against me, you’re the one who since this started that has been tearing down my existence, tearing down my credibility for no other reason than you see me as a threat to what you accomplished... you saw me as somebody who could make everything you did forgettable.
You won the World title by total shock, nobody expected you to walk into that Battle Royal and win that title, not with everybody who was supposedly better than you inside of it, not with all those other talented woman who were “better” than you gunning for the title. Zelda was stripped of the title and NCW needed a strong, spirited woman to take the belt and show just the same amount of charisma and talent as she did... and you were the person right? You proved everybody wrong, just like she did in that first ever tournament, you proved to the world that Alysson Gardner was nobody to laugh at, and you proved to the world that you were no big boobed punchline.
Fast forward a few months and you see me... tear through the roster against all odds. Hold the tag team belts with a person you had abandoned because you thought teaming with her was pointless. I held that belt until it had to be retired because nobody could take it from me, I defied every odd, every eye was turning to watch me, every fan was speaking my name as I turned around my life and my career and I was becoming somebody. You saw every step of it, you saw how more and more people were chanting my name each and every week, until the day finally came.. I finally earned myself a spot in a world title match. I finally had arrived, I was finally relevant. Despite every odd against me, I became somebody.
You... you couldn’t have somebody who was just like you stealing all that praise, stealing all that attention away from what you had done. We were so much alike, I did what you did but was doing it better. You overcame the drugs to prove that you stronger than an addiction. I worked hard to overcome the stigma of Joe Everyman and Ashlie Ember to prove that I was a true wrestler. You each and every week fight the perception that you are nothing but eye candy because of your small waist and giant bust by going out there and working your tail off inside a ring, I go out there each and every week to counter the perceived notion that I’m nothing but a Barbie with blonde hair and blue eyes by giving it my all every time I’m in the ring.
That’s what you really hate about me isn’t it Alysson? That’s what you really can’t stand isn’t it? The fact that you and I are just too much alike, that we’ve both fought to gain our position in this company and we’ve both had our detractors who felt we had no chance in hell. You can’t stand seeing that I’m actually more successful at it, can you? You can’t stand knowing that somebody else is getting all that attention can you? Whose hall of fame caliber boyfriend is gaining the most notoriety right now, whose name has been all over every NCW headline since she won this title? It’s not you, so you go and try and make this about you again, decided that you would force your way back into the spotlight by painting my accomplishments as less than yours.
When in reality... mine might be even more impressive...
Because, I never did a line of poor wrestling ability...
but I sure as hell fought to better. Gave everything I had for this dream, gave everything I was to better myself. I did it, and the fact that somebody like you took notice and are doing everything they can to take it from me.. is just further reassurance that it was the right thing to do. I’m going to give everything I have, win or lose, title or not... you’ll remember my name.
