Post by Jennifer Williams on Mar 23, 2013 22:49:55 GMT -6
{Our scene opens up on the inside of the Famularo household and Jenny paces around in front of Xander as she shakes her head in disgust at him. The way Jenny was moving around you would assume that a drive by was about to happen or she was getting ready because the cops were going to raid the place... Relax that’s a joke of course. Anyway she crosses her arms as she begins to tap her feet on the ground staring daggers right into her fiance’s eyes.}
Jenny: I honestly don’t believe this... This is bullcrap... Scratch that... This is bull****... How could your father do this... How could Gib honestly do this to me?
Xander: What did he do? If this is about his choice of attire for our wedding.. I tried to tell him that a g string... and a tuxedo t shirt wouldn’t be acceptable...
Jenny: Actually that’s fine... Who wouldn’t want to see Gib in a tuxedo t shirt? I am talking about this girlfriend of his... I mean come on she’s well you know...
Xander: She’s what a nice young lady?
Jenny: No...
Xander: In love with my father...
Jenny: Well that’s your opinion but that’s not really my issue with her...
{Xander scratches his head as he gazes up into his fiance’s eyes. He offers her a long wicked grin as he replies back to her.}
Xander: So what’s your issue then?
{Jenny takes a long deep breath as she stares back into Xander’s eyes. She tries her best to keep her composure but she can’t help herself as she vents out.}
Jenny: SHE’S BLACK!!!!
Xander: Seriously Jenny... What of it?!
{Jenny gives Xander a dumbfounded expression as she shakes her head at him.}
Jenny: What do you mean what of it? Who are you to ask me such a question... That’s not really in your nature.
Xander: Something wrong with me asking my fiance about her problems? I am sorry if I am trying to search this character that I want to develop with you...
{Jenny once again gives Xander a blank stare as she continues to speak some more.}
Jenny: You don’t understand though... It’s very important and her being black is exactly the problem. I am supposed to be the Queen Bee in this house... I am supposed to be the head Ni
Xander: Whoa... Jenny I don’t think you can say that N bomb... Not so loud...
Jenny: What Nagasaki? But if I say Nagasaki wouldn’t that make dad happy because I am proudly waving the banner of the happenings of something that America did... or is it AMURIKA!!! USA! USA! USA!
Xander: No not that N bomb... The word you were about to say... I am pretty sure you gave that right up a long time ago... No offense but you just aren’t black anymore... I have Famularo’d you so much I doubt any of your Williams genes are left in you...
Jenny: You are really like your father... You have no idea how much... But guess what... If I truly am a Famularo I guess you have no problem with me delivering a few widow makers... I definitely will make sure your father doesn’t get married... No one invades my territory... No one! Too many black women in one place doesn’t mix...
{Jenny says as she walks away leaving Xander there to scratch his head.}
This is it Jasmine...
First and foremost let me ask you this question?
Are you mad sis? Are you honestly upset with me? Well you should be because I know it must be very hard to ride on my coattails to be nothing more than my shadow. I find it amusing that the two of us are in fact best friends. We grew up together in the Bronx and were always there for one another. You are more than just a best friend but you are my sister as well but let’s not get caught up in our personal relationship. From where I am standing at you are nothing but envious from the woman that I have become. You wish you could walk a mile in my shoes but you never will. You had the perfect opportunity to win the Starlet’s Championship from me a few weeks ago but I took it right from underneath your nose. I claimed it for myself and you became nothing more than an afterthought.
The two of us started in NCW around the same time and from day one I was thrown right into the middle of the fire. I had to step in the ring with a very hungry Zelda Knite who didn’t appreciate me dating her brother. I had to team up with my brother who was at war with me and yet if memory serves me right you couldn’t even get past Rose Acantha. Your career has been nothing but one big joke. The joke of the night who’s only purpose is to make the stars such as myself look good.
As it currently stands you did beat me Jazz... You beat me early on in our time here and you even managed to pick up a huge win against Crystal when she was at war with me... But that was so long ago and the question is what have you done lately?
SURVEY SAYS....DING...... Not a single damn day...
Since that time you and I have separated from one another. Not just as friends but I mean as wrestlers as well... My career started to skyrocket. I defeated everyone and anyone that was placed in front of me. People tried to call me out on being a fluke... They tried to say that I am not a real champion.... That me holding this championship is simply a poison to the entire Starlets division but that is just the hate speaking.. The hate of not being a rookie of the year such as myself... The envy of not being the second best champion that has ever graced a ring in the Starlet’s division.
That is what you are getting when you deal with me Jazz. What are you bringing to the company that I can’t bring? A sense that you have to roll with some “crew in order to make something of yourself. This is where you and I are different Jazz... You will only amount to being nothing more than a hood rat whereas I am the one who took myself out of the hood. I made something of myself. I own my private company and I have a title around my shoulder that states I am the best in this company... What have you done?
Where’s your championship?! Where’s your fortune five company?!
That’s right it doesn’t exist...
Jazz the point I am trying to make is that you need to understand your role as the best friend to the star of the company...You are the Crystal to my Zelda... You are the Apollo to my Rocky... You may have beaten me before but now look at me.... and look at you....
You are the Luigi to my Maro...
You might want to get off my coattails... I really don’t like having a train following me...
This week you are going to get the fiance of Xander Famularo.. And just like my fiance would do... I am going to knock you the **** out...
Don’t worry if you see stars... That means the ass whooping is all over...
I don’t plan to depart with this championship just yet... I can’t right now... If I have my way I am going to leave this company as a World Champion and I won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of that... Not even you Jazz... This is one dream that I will not let you defer...I can’t let Langston Hughes get upset with me... You do realize he wrote Dream Deferred strictly about me right?
On Collision it’s time to make my dreams become a reality.... Sweet Dreams and Night Night.... Sister...
The Nightmare will be over shortly... I promise you that...
Jenny: I honestly don’t believe this... This is bullcrap... Scratch that... This is bull****... How could your father do this... How could Gib honestly do this to me?
Xander: What did he do? If this is about his choice of attire for our wedding.. I tried to tell him that a g string... and a tuxedo t shirt wouldn’t be acceptable...
Jenny: Actually that’s fine... Who wouldn’t want to see Gib in a tuxedo t shirt? I am talking about this girlfriend of his... I mean come on she’s well you know...
Xander: She’s what a nice young lady?
Jenny: No...
Xander: In love with my father...
Jenny: Well that’s your opinion but that’s not really my issue with her...
{Xander scratches his head as he gazes up into his fiance’s eyes. He offers her a long wicked grin as he replies back to her.}
Xander: So what’s your issue then?
{Jenny takes a long deep breath as she stares back into Xander’s eyes. She tries her best to keep her composure but she can’t help herself as she vents out.}
Jenny: SHE’S BLACK!!!!
Xander: Seriously Jenny... What of it?!
{Jenny gives Xander a dumbfounded expression as she shakes her head at him.}
Jenny: What do you mean what of it? Who are you to ask me such a question... That’s not really in your nature.
Xander: Something wrong with me asking my fiance about her problems? I am sorry if I am trying to search this character that I want to develop with you...
{Jenny once again gives Xander a blank stare as she continues to speak some more.}
Jenny: You don’t understand though... It’s very important and her being black is exactly the problem. I am supposed to be the Queen Bee in this house... I am supposed to be the head Ni
Xander: Whoa... Jenny I don’t think you can say that N bomb... Not so loud...
Jenny: What Nagasaki? But if I say Nagasaki wouldn’t that make dad happy because I am proudly waving the banner of the happenings of something that America did... or is it AMURIKA!!! USA! USA! USA!
Xander: No not that N bomb... The word you were about to say... I am pretty sure you gave that right up a long time ago... No offense but you just aren’t black anymore... I have Famularo’d you so much I doubt any of your Williams genes are left in you...
Jenny: You are really like your father... You have no idea how much... But guess what... If I truly am a Famularo I guess you have no problem with me delivering a few widow makers... I definitely will make sure your father doesn’t get married... No one invades my territory... No one! Too many black women in one place doesn’t mix...
{Jenny says as she walks away leaving Xander there to scratch his head.}
This is it Jasmine...
First and foremost let me ask you this question?
Are you mad sis? Are you honestly upset with me? Well you should be because I know it must be very hard to ride on my coattails to be nothing more than my shadow. I find it amusing that the two of us are in fact best friends. We grew up together in the Bronx and were always there for one another. You are more than just a best friend but you are my sister as well but let’s not get caught up in our personal relationship. From where I am standing at you are nothing but envious from the woman that I have become. You wish you could walk a mile in my shoes but you never will. You had the perfect opportunity to win the Starlet’s Championship from me a few weeks ago but I took it right from underneath your nose. I claimed it for myself and you became nothing more than an afterthought.
The two of us started in NCW around the same time and from day one I was thrown right into the middle of the fire. I had to step in the ring with a very hungry Zelda Knite who didn’t appreciate me dating her brother. I had to team up with my brother who was at war with me and yet if memory serves me right you couldn’t even get past Rose Acantha. Your career has been nothing but one big joke. The joke of the night who’s only purpose is to make the stars such as myself look good.
As it currently stands you did beat me Jazz... You beat me early on in our time here and you even managed to pick up a huge win against Crystal when she was at war with me... But that was so long ago and the question is what have you done lately?
SURVEY SAYS....DING...... Not a single damn day...
Since that time you and I have separated from one another. Not just as friends but I mean as wrestlers as well... My career started to skyrocket. I defeated everyone and anyone that was placed in front of me. People tried to call me out on being a fluke... They tried to say that I am not a real champion.... That me holding this championship is simply a poison to the entire Starlets division but that is just the hate speaking.. The hate of not being a rookie of the year such as myself... The envy of not being the second best champion that has ever graced a ring in the Starlet’s division.
That is what you are getting when you deal with me Jazz. What are you bringing to the company that I can’t bring? A sense that you have to roll with some “crew in order to make something of yourself. This is where you and I are different Jazz... You will only amount to being nothing more than a hood rat whereas I am the one who took myself out of the hood. I made something of myself. I own my private company and I have a title around my shoulder that states I am the best in this company... What have you done?
Where’s your championship?! Where’s your fortune five company?!
That’s right it doesn’t exist...
Jazz the point I am trying to make is that you need to understand your role as the best friend to the star of the company...You are the Crystal to my Zelda... You are the Apollo to my Rocky... You may have beaten me before but now look at me.... and look at you....
You are the Luigi to my Maro...
You might want to get off my coattails... I really don’t like having a train following me...
This week you are going to get the fiance of Xander Famularo.. And just like my fiance would do... I am going to knock you the **** out...
Don’t worry if you see stars... That means the ass whooping is all over...
I don’t plan to depart with this championship just yet... I can’t right now... If I have my way I am going to leave this company as a World Champion and I won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of that... Not even you Jazz... This is one dream that I will not let you defer...I can’t let Langston Hughes get upset with me... You do realize he wrote Dream Deferred strictly about me right?
On Collision it’s time to make my dreams become a reality.... Sweet Dreams and Night Night.... Sister...
The Nightmare will be over shortly... I promise you that...