Post by Ashlie on May 13, 2012 3:09:01 GMT -6
[Late at night, Ashlie walks from her sleep and sits up in the bed, she grabs the first article of clothing she can reach... a GI Joe Cobra Commander Logo T-Shirt of Trent’s. She looks at it apprehensively, rolls her eyes and just goes ahead and throws it on before rolling out of bed. She runs her fingers through her hair to quickly stop it from looking so wild and walks towards the hotel room door, where she steps out into the hall, and gently closes the door behind her. She lifts her right hand and looks at the shining diamond on her ring finger.]
Ashlie: Oh my God... **deep breath** yes.. yes... oh wow... I... “Ashlie Helms”... “Mrs. Ashlie Helms”...
[Ashlie jumps up and down looking at the ring, at the same time trying to stop the extra large shirt from coming too far up on her body and squealing like a teenager girl in excitement. She suddenly stops, begins taking frantic breaths in her excitement. She finally composes herself and just smiles looking down at the ring, but holds back the tears of joy forming in her eyes.]
Ashlie: Ok... calm down... it’s just the greatest day of your life. Ok ok... time to go back in there. Just had to get that out of my system.
[Ashlie turns around and grabs the handle to the door and pushes... nothing. Her eyes go wide as she then frantically begins twisting the handle and pushing on the door but nothing happens as she begins to realize she has locked herself out.]
Ashlie: Oh no, no, no... ***damn... no....
Woman: Oh god... that’s disgusting, some people just don’t have any shame.
Man: Yeah.... such....a..... yeaaaaaaaaaah
Woman: Howard!
[The woman punches the man with her and they begin to argue, when they are out of sight, she quickly spins back around and grabs the handle again trying to get into her room.]
Ashlie: Oh please open.... oh don’t be locked, come on.
Jeremy: Ashley?
[Ashlie quickly spins around yet another time and standing there with an extremely surprised expression on his face and a big fat ginger white woman standing next to him is Ashlie’s personal assistant. Ashley looks at the woman, then looks back at Jeremy very critically. Jeremy looks at the Cobra Commander logo, then looks at Ashley’s bare legs cocks his eyebrow.]
Ashlie: Really Jeremy?
Jeremy: You’re not in a real position to judge Miss.
Ashlie: Could you be any more stereotypical right now?
Jeremy: Could you look any sluttier?
Ashlie: I’m your boss, you can’t talk to me like that.
Jeremy: I can when she’s standing in a hotel hallway naked.
[Ashlie’s eyes thin to slits as she glares at Jeremy. His eyes thin as well and they stare at each other condemningly. Finally Ashlie breaks the silence.]
Ashlie: Touche.
[Jeremy smiles.]
Jeremy: Do you need some help?
Ashlie: Please.
Jeremy: Alright Jazmin, get to stepping.
Jazmin: But...
Jeremy: Go ho. You knew what this was.
[The fat ginger bitch walks away with her head lowered and Jeremy nods at Ashlie and heads towards the elevator to go back downstairs. We briefly fade out and come back fifteen minutes later as Ashlie is still pressed against the door watching for people and luckily not many have come by. Jeremy walks out of the elevator and comes over holding out the key card for Ashlie to get back into the room.]
Ashlie: What in the hell took you so long? It’s cold out here!
Jeremy: I can see that....
[Ashlie quickly throws her arms over her chest, crossing them to hide her pokies after snatching the key card away, unamused.]
Jeremy: you know how long it takes to convince some night counter worker that your boss is upstairs naked and needs the key to her door, especially when you’re a large chocolate adonis?
Ashlie: Yeah yeah... thank you. You can get back to your date now. **shudders**
Jeremy: Nah, I prefer blondes... and less fat anyway. So, what in the world are doing out here in the buff?
Ashlie: I... was just... uhhhh
[Ashlie removes her hand off from her chest and extends it towards Jeremy and shows him the shiny ring. Jeremy’s eyes go wide for a brief second then he just smiles and nods his head.]
Jeremy: So he finally popped the question?
Ashlie: Not quite... and I haven’t really said yes... it’s complicated so don’t tell anybody ok?
Jeremy: Ok... odd... well do you want to marry him? Do you want to tell him yes?
Ashlie: Yes.
Jeremy: Then tell him so!
Ashlie: But..
Jeremy: No excuses, just go in there right now, wake him up, and tell him yes.
Ashlie: I will I will... god you people are so pushy.
[Ashlie uses the keycard and goes to walk into the room, but she is stopped by Jeremy before she enters the room.]
Jeremy: Ashlie...Congratulations. I’m glad you’re finally happy.
[She smiles from ear to ear.]
Ashlie: Thank you... me too.
[We fade to black as Ashlie walks back into the room and leaves Jeremy in the hall way.]
Oh Alysson...
You walked out there and ridiculed me and my wrestling, calling me Barbie, talking about how I wasn’t worthy to hold the Starlets championship and because I make one line about your cocaine addiction you’re going to old i over my head like I’ve been insulting your entire career? Come on now, that’s a pretty big reach from you right there. I’ve always admitted that you were the better woman every time you’ve beaten me, I’ve always admitted that i wasn’t the best wrestler in the world for most of my career, that it took a lot of work for me to get to this point and that you were the more refined and better at this craft than I am. I have no problem giving the devil her due, it’s just that if you’re going to come out and rip on me and call me out, then I’m going to do the same to you, so maybe you should just not be so thin skinned.
Look Aly, I know how good you are, I think I’ve pretty much told you that very thing for the past two months. I’ve never once said that you weren’t talented so really just recycling how good you are inside the ring means absolutely nothing to me, not because I don’t think you’re any good, but just because I readily established that you were and accepted it long before our first match against each other. I guess if you feel the need to keep reassuring yourself, keep telling yourself that you’re better, than I guess that really says more about me doesn’t it? Because you have to keep telling yourself that you’re better than me, just to keep your spirits up, I’m actually quite honored.
You’re a fantastic in ring wrestler Alysson, your past drug abuse doesn’t bother me in the slightest, you think I haven’t done anything that I wasn’t proud of before? How many times do I have to say that I did what I had to do to survive after Adam left me in that airport with a few bucks and the clothes on my back, after I dropped out of college to tour the country with him as his wrestling manager? A lot I assure you. Like I said, I brought up your past as a jab, as a way of getting under your skin because you insisted on calling me a toy, so get over it already.
You’ve beaten me, you’ve trashed me, you’ve nearly made me wish I’d never stood up to you at one point, but none of that means anything going into this match. What I’ve fought through to get to this point, what I’ve done to just be here in this match has already proven that I’m a winner, that I’m a champion and that I deserve this belt. You can respect me, or you can spit on my name, I don’t care because I haven’t done any of this for you, so you would think i was worthy. I did it for myself. I changed because I wanted to do it for me and no amount of your ridicule will change that.
You can never take away the fact that I’m a world champion, and did so by being the biggest underdog in the match.
You can never take away the fact that I overcame every odd to get here.
You can never take away everything I have accomplished the past year.
You might win, you might just kick my ass all over that arena, but as long as I fight you with everything I have, then I can walk away with my head held high. I proved I could wrestle in this ring, I proved I was worth something. I have Trent and he believes in me, I have those fans who have been cheering me on the past few months, and I will always have the memories of finally overcoming all these demons that have been haunting me...
I’m happy with where I am Aly.
The question is can you be if you the roles are reversed?
What if I beat you? Can you walk away with your head held high?
If you can’t... then you might want to learn how to fast...
I’m not going to guarantee a victory... mainly because Trent hates Joe Namath and the Jets, but I will promise you... that it could happen, because I’m not afraid of you, and you will get everything I have.
Remember that.
Ashlie: Oh my God... **deep breath** yes.. yes... oh wow... I... “Ashlie Helms”... “Mrs. Ashlie Helms”...
[Ashlie jumps up and down looking at the ring, at the same time trying to stop the extra large shirt from coming too far up on her body and squealing like a teenager girl in excitement. She suddenly stops, begins taking frantic breaths in her excitement. She finally composes herself and just smiles looking down at the ring, but holds back the tears of joy forming in her eyes.]
Ashlie: Ok... calm down... it’s just the greatest day of your life. Ok ok... time to go back in there. Just had to get that out of my system.
[Ashlie turns around and grabs the handle to the door and pushes... nothing. Her eyes go wide as she then frantically begins twisting the handle and pushing on the door but nothing happens as she begins to realize she has locked herself out.]
Ashlie: Oh no, no, no... ***damn... no....
Woman: Oh god... that’s disgusting, some people just don’t have any shame.
Man: Yeah.... such....a..... yeaaaaaaaaaah
Woman: Howard!
[The woman punches the man with her and they begin to argue, when they are out of sight, she quickly spins back around and grabs the handle again trying to get into her room.]
Ashlie: Oh please open.... oh don’t be locked, come on.
Jeremy: Ashley?
[Ashlie quickly spins around yet another time and standing there with an extremely surprised expression on his face and a big fat ginger white woman standing next to him is Ashlie’s personal assistant. Ashley looks at the woman, then looks back at Jeremy very critically. Jeremy looks at the Cobra Commander logo, then looks at Ashley’s bare legs cocks his eyebrow.]
Ashlie: Really Jeremy?
Jeremy: You’re not in a real position to judge Miss.
Ashlie: Could you be any more stereotypical right now?
Jeremy: Could you look any sluttier?
Ashlie: I’m your boss, you can’t talk to me like that.
Jeremy: I can when she’s standing in a hotel hallway naked.
[Ashlie’s eyes thin to slits as she glares at Jeremy. His eyes thin as well and they stare at each other condemningly. Finally Ashlie breaks the silence.]
Ashlie: Touche.
[Jeremy smiles.]
Jeremy: Do you need some help?
Ashlie: Please.
Jeremy: Alright Jazmin, get to stepping.
Jazmin: But...
Jeremy: Go ho. You knew what this was.
[The fat ginger bitch walks away with her head lowered and Jeremy nods at Ashlie and heads towards the elevator to go back downstairs. We briefly fade out and come back fifteen minutes later as Ashlie is still pressed against the door watching for people and luckily not many have come by. Jeremy walks out of the elevator and comes over holding out the key card for Ashlie to get back into the room.]
Ashlie: What in the hell took you so long? It’s cold out here!
Jeremy: I can see that....
[Ashlie quickly throws her arms over her chest, crossing them to hide her pokies after snatching the key card away, unamused.]
Jeremy: you know how long it takes to convince some night counter worker that your boss is upstairs naked and needs the key to her door, especially when you’re a large chocolate adonis?
Ashlie: Yeah yeah... thank you. You can get back to your date now. **shudders**
Jeremy: Nah, I prefer blondes... and less fat anyway. So, what in the world are doing out here in the buff?
Ashlie: I... was just... uhhhh
[Ashlie removes her hand off from her chest and extends it towards Jeremy and shows him the shiny ring. Jeremy’s eyes go wide for a brief second then he just smiles and nods his head.]
Jeremy: So he finally popped the question?
Ashlie: Not quite... and I haven’t really said yes... it’s complicated so don’t tell anybody ok?
Jeremy: Ok... odd... well do you want to marry him? Do you want to tell him yes?
Ashlie: Yes.
Jeremy: Then tell him so!
Ashlie: But..
Jeremy: No excuses, just go in there right now, wake him up, and tell him yes.
Ashlie: I will I will... god you people are so pushy.
[Ashlie uses the keycard and goes to walk into the room, but she is stopped by Jeremy before she enters the room.]
Jeremy: Ashlie...Congratulations. I’m glad you’re finally happy.
[She smiles from ear to ear.]
Ashlie: Thank you... me too.
[We fade to black as Ashlie walks back into the room and leaves Jeremy in the hall way.]
Oh Alysson...
You walked out there and ridiculed me and my wrestling, calling me Barbie, talking about how I wasn’t worthy to hold the Starlets championship and because I make one line about your cocaine addiction you’re going to old i over my head like I’ve been insulting your entire career? Come on now, that’s a pretty big reach from you right there. I’ve always admitted that you were the better woman every time you’ve beaten me, I’ve always admitted that i wasn’t the best wrestler in the world for most of my career, that it took a lot of work for me to get to this point and that you were the more refined and better at this craft than I am. I have no problem giving the devil her due, it’s just that if you’re going to come out and rip on me and call me out, then I’m going to do the same to you, so maybe you should just not be so thin skinned.
Look Aly, I know how good you are, I think I’ve pretty much told you that very thing for the past two months. I’ve never once said that you weren’t talented so really just recycling how good you are inside the ring means absolutely nothing to me, not because I don’t think you’re any good, but just because I readily established that you were and accepted it long before our first match against each other. I guess if you feel the need to keep reassuring yourself, keep telling yourself that you’re better, than I guess that really says more about me doesn’t it? Because you have to keep telling yourself that you’re better than me, just to keep your spirits up, I’m actually quite honored.
You’re a fantastic in ring wrestler Alysson, your past drug abuse doesn’t bother me in the slightest, you think I haven’t done anything that I wasn’t proud of before? How many times do I have to say that I did what I had to do to survive after Adam left me in that airport with a few bucks and the clothes on my back, after I dropped out of college to tour the country with him as his wrestling manager? A lot I assure you. Like I said, I brought up your past as a jab, as a way of getting under your skin because you insisted on calling me a toy, so get over it already.
You’ve beaten me, you’ve trashed me, you’ve nearly made me wish I’d never stood up to you at one point, but none of that means anything going into this match. What I’ve fought through to get to this point, what I’ve done to just be here in this match has already proven that I’m a winner, that I’m a champion and that I deserve this belt. You can respect me, or you can spit on my name, I don’t care because I haven’t done any of this for you, so you would think i was worthy. I did it for myself. I changed because I wanted to do it for me and no amount of your ridicule will change that.
You can never take away the fact that I’m a world champion, and did so by being the biggest underdog in the match.
You can never take away the fact that I overcame every odd to get here.
You can never take away everything I have accomplished the past year.
You might win, you might just kick my ass all over that arena, but as long as I fight you with everything I have, then I can walk away with my head held high. I proved I could wrestle in this ring, I proved I was worth something. I have Trent and he believes in me, I have those fans who have been cheering me on the past few months, and I will always have the memories of finally overcoming all these demons that have been haunting me...
I’m happy with where I am Aly.
The question is can you be if you the roles are reversed?
What if I beat you? Can you walk away with your head held high?
If you can’t... then you might want to learn how to fast...
I’m not going to guarantee a victory... mainly because Trent hates Joe Namath and the Jets, but I will promise you... that it could happen, because I’m not afraid of you, and you will get everything I have.
Remember that.
