Post by Cliff Clinton on May 8, 2008 16:23:07 GMT -6
This scene opens up a little different then were used too. Well at least for me, since were focused on Layla instead of Steve Awesome. I’m so used to following the life of Steve Awesome and documenting it for all the people that love to check in on that loveable rascal. But this time, it’s all about Layla as she is preparing for her first match ever in nCw. She does have some training for the ring. She’s been in and out of active competition for awhile now. She knows what she is doing, but she has never been locked inside a cage.
She has seen a cage match though and so far, none of them have looked all that appealing to her. She has seen many guys become victimized by the cold hard steel and she wants no part of that idea. But she also knows what kind of destruction she can inflict on that bitch Carly Robbins, and that’s enough for her to walk out to the ring at Reborn and smack the slut out of the sleazy interviewer.
As we enter the scene we find Layla, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching womens wrestling matches and cage matches. Attempting to locate a strategy for her match, when Steve Awesome enters the house. Layla sets her stuff down and runs up to hug her boyfriend.
“Hey babe! Wow, That Empire meeting ended early.”
“Yeah. Davey had to go to his CPR class.”
Yeah that’s not true. But get it? Ortega at a CPR class? Come on that’s comedy gold.
“No, actually. I just left. I was nearly passing out in my chair. I had to get out of there and do something a bit more….fun. If you know what I mean.”
He pulls his women close to him and starts to kiss her. But Layla reluctantly pulls away.
“ Not right now. I’m on a tight schedule. I have to finish these tapes then I’m off to the gym.”
“Yeah but….I’m here now.”
“Maybe later. I have to get this done if I’m going to teach that bitch a lesson this Sunday.”
Awesome chuckles.
“Yeah. Carly is such a slut. Speaking of sluts…where is Trent?”
Layla shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know. Sleeping? Like always?”
“I swear all that guy does is sleep, wrestle, cut promos and download porn. I’m going to go wake his punk ass up.”
Awesome walks off screen as Layla sits back down on the sofa. She picks up a stack of tapes off the table and starts to go through them.
“Okay. It looks like I have a few more tapes left. Let me see what we have to work with. WWE’s best of the women’s division and all of TNA’s Lethal Lockdown pay per views from the beginning to now.”
She shudders before quickly dispensing those tapes into a nearby waste basket.
“Yeah, I’d be better off watching The Power Rangers and learning the fighting moves. God, I hate Carly. If she never opened her legs I wouldn’t have to brush up on my wrestling knowledge. I could just continue on being romantically linked with the best in this company. I could just drive around in my Lexus and go shopping. Buy a hot pair of shoes and a top. Dress up in the latest fashions and go somewhere poor and watch as all the trashy girls watch on in jealousy. That’s way more fun then watching this stupid tapes. All these ten or twenty minute matches involving chicks who can’t wrestle, do so in a thong and her tits hanging half way out. It’s a disgrace to classy girls everywhere. Put it away girls, if your hot then boys will notice. If your not, well then I suppose you could pull a Carly Robbins and attempt to sleep your way to the top. Hell, it worked for Triple H.”
“I guess, If your not as blessed in the looks department as I am then sleeping your way to the top would be a great way to go. I mean it takes a little bit of effort but eventually, if you nail the right guy then your on top of the world. Only thing is, Carly Robbins couldn’t even get that part right. She went to all that effort to get with Steve, and she is still right where she was to start with. Asking sweaty, stinky men stupid questions about there matches or whatever. Most of the time, those questions are on the back of those little index cards so it’s not like it even takes that much brain power. That works for Carly, and after that chair shot I gave her a few weeks ago I’m not sure if any actual brain cells exist anymore.”
“I’m not sorry about that either. See Carly, all you had to do was listen to my warning. All you had to do was realize that I wasn’t kidding when I told you not to touch him. See, I was just going to let it slide. I was just going to give you the benefit of being just another groupie on my boyfriends nuts. That stuff happens all the time. I didn’t know what went on between you and him, but I knew that you had a thing for him. All you had to do was leave him alone from the warning on. But like a dumb blonde you didn’t get what I was talking about and I caught you kissing him. And that right there, is when I went from miss nicey nice, to a real mean bitch. And that’s going to lead up into the cage match at Reborn.”
“And to think, that all this is happening because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You just had to keep pushing to get with a man that in reality didn’t want no part of you at all. Well he wanted one part of you and that’s just because I wasn’t around to give him the good stuff so he had to settle for second best. Oh, somebody should write this one down. Layla and Carly Robbins. The difference between boxed and bagged cereal. And now because you got all attached to a man who was already attached to somebody far greater than you, your stuck facing me inside a steel cage this Sunday. This may be the first actual women’s match in nCw history but it won’t look like a women’s match by the time I through. Oh no, see I’m going to make you bleed. I’m going to rip out that blonde hair and I’m going to humiliate you in front of the millions watching. For every punch you threw at me, for every mean thing you ever said about me like I’m the bad one, for everything you’ve ever done…I’m going to hurt you. And that’s a promise.”
“And I guess the moral of the story is….don’t get involved with co-workers. Because they will end up using you for your vagina and then you wind up dealing with there vengeful significant other in a cage match at Reborn.”
Layla shrugs as we cut back to Steve Awesome who was walking into Trent Helms room. Yes, if you hadn’t herd…they share a condo. Much like Spike Kane and Milo Holland did awhile back but MUCH cooler. I mean Trent has a bunch of beads for a door. That’s just cool all in its own. Awesome walks into Trents room, holding a squirt bottle of mustard in his hand.
“This should wake him up.”
He whispers to himself as he takes a look around the room. There are posters of DBZ and Transformers and naked chicks all over the walls. A pretty hot porn scene taking place on the computer scene….and another on mute on the television. And in the bed, in a lump of pillows and blankets, appeared to be Trent himself. Fast asleep.
Awesome sneaks up towards Trent’s bed and then starts to turn the mustard bottle upside down in order to squirt the mustard all over the space man. Steve starts to laugh menacingly as he squirts mustard all over the bed. And that’s when Helms appears behind him, holding a hot dog.
“What the hell are you doing, dude?”
Awesome turns around, looking shocked.
“ I was…uh…bringing you the mustard?”
He says as he tosses Trent the bottle. He catches it and applies the mustard to his dog.
Static.
She has seen a cage match though and so far, none of them have looked all that appealing to her. She has seen many guys become victimized by the cold hard steel and she wants no part of that idea. But she also knows what kind of destruction she can inflict on that bitch Carly Robbins, and that’s enough for her to walk out to the ring at Reborn and smack the slut out of the sleazy interviewer.
As we enter the scene we find Layla, sitting on the sofa in the living room watching womens wrestling matches and cage matches. Attempting to locate a strategy for her match, when Steve Awesome enters the house. Layla sets her stuff down and runs up to hug her boyfriend.
“Hey babe! Wow, That Empire meeting ended early.”
“Yeah. Davey had to go to his CPR class.”
Yeah that’s not true. But get it? Ortega at a CPR class? Come on that’s comedy gold.
“No, actually. I just left. I was nearly passing out in my chair. I had to get out of there and do something a bit more….fun. If you know what I mean.”
He pulls his women close to him and starts to kiss her. But Layla reluctantly pulls away.
“ Not right now. I’m on a tight schedule. I have to finish these tapes then I’m off to the gym.”
“Yeah but….I’m here now.”
“Maybe later. I have to get this done if I’m going to teach that bitch a lesson this Sunday.”
Awesome chuckles.
“Yeah. Carly is such a slut. Speaking of sluts…where is Trent?”
Layla shrugs her shoulders.
“I don’t know. Sleeping? Like always?”
“I swear all that guy does is sleep, wrestle, cut promos and download porn. I’m going to go wake his punk ass up.”
Awesome walks off screen as Layla sits back down on the sofa. She picks up a stack of tapes off the table and starts to go through them.
“Okay. It looks like I have a few more tapes left. Let me see what we have to work with. WWE’s best of the women’s division and all of TNA’s Lethal Lockdown pay per views from the beginning to now.”
She shudders before quickly dispensing those tapes into a nearby waste basket.
“Yeah, I’d be better off watching The Power Rangers and learning the fighting moves. God, I hate Carly. If she never opened her legs I wouldn’t have to brush up on my wrestling knowledge. I could just continue on being romantically linked with the best in this company. I could just drive around in my Lexus and go shopping. Buy a hot pair of shoes and a top. Dress up in the latest fashions and go somewhere poor and watch as all the trashy girls watch on in jealousy. That’s way more fun then watching this stupid tapes. All these ten or twenty minute matches involving chicks who can’t wrestle, do so in a thong and her tits hanging half way out. It’s a disgrace to classy girls everywhere. Put it away girls, if your hot then boys will notice. If your not, well then I suppose you could pull a Carly Robbins and attempt to sleep your way to the top. Hell, it worked for Triple H.”
“I guess, If your not as blessed in the looks department as I am then sleeping your way to the top would be a great way to go. I mean it takes a little bit of effort but eventually, if you nail the right guy then your on top of the world. Only thing is, Carly Robbins couldn’t even get that part right. She went to all that effort to get with Steve, and she is still right where she was to start with. Asking sweaty, stinky men stupid questions about there matches or whatever. Most of the time, those questions are on the back of those little index cards so it’s not like it even takes that much brain power. That works for Carly, and after that chair shot I gave her a few weeks ago I’m not sure if any actual brain cells exist anymore.”
“I’m not sorry about that either. See Carly, all you had to do was listen to my warning. All you had to do was realize that I wasn’t kidding when I told you not to touch him. See, I was just going to let it slide. I was just going to give you the benefit of being just another groupie on my boyfriends nuts. That stuff happens all the time. I didn’t know what went on between you and him, but I knew that you had a thing for him. All you had to do was leave him alone from the warning on. But like a dumb blonde you didn’t get what I was talking about and I caught you kissing him. And that right there, is when I went from miss nicey nice, to a real mean bitch. And that’s going to lead up into the cage match at Reborn.”
“And to think, that all this is happening because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You just had to keep pushing to get with a man that in reality didn’t want no part of you at all. Well he wanted one part of you and that’s just because I wasn’t around to give him the good stuff so he had to settle for second best. Oh, somebody should write this one down. Layla and Carly Robbins. The difference between boxed and bagged cereal. And now because you got all attached to a man who was already attached to somebody far greater than you, your stuck facing me inside a steel cage this Sunday. This may be the first actual women’s match in nCw history but it won’t look like a women’s match by the time I through. Oh no, see I’m going to make you bleed. I’m going to rip out that blonde hair and I’m going to humiliate you in front of the millions watching. For every punch you threw at me, for every mean thing you ever said about me like I’m the bad one, for everything you’ve ever done…I’m going to hurt you. And that’s a promise.”
“And I guess the moral of the story is….don’t get involved with co-workers. Because they will end up using you for your vagina and then you wind up dealing with there vengeful significant other in a cage match at Reborn.”
Layla shrugs as we cut back to Steve Awesome who was walking into Trent Helms room. Yes, if you hadn’t herd…they share a condo. Much like Spike Kane and Milo Holland did awhile back but MUCH cooler. I mean Trent has a bunch of beads for a door. That’s just cool all in its own. Awesome walks into Trents room, holding a squirt bottle of mustard in his hand.
“This should wake him up.”
He whispers to himself as he takes a look around the room. There are posters of DBZ and Transformers and naked chicks all over the walls. A pretty hot porn scene taking place on the computer scene….and another on mute on the television. And in the bed, in a lump of pillows and blankets, appeared to be Trent himself. Fast asleep.
Awesome sneaks up towards Trent’s bed and then starts to turn the mustard bottle upside down in order to squirt the mustard all over the space man. Steve starts to laugh menacingly as he squirts mustard all over the bed. And that’s when Helms appears behind him, holding a hot dog.
“What the hell are you doing, dude?”
Awesome turns around, looking shocked.
“ I was…uh…bringing you the mustard?”
He says as he tosses Trent the bottle. He catches it and applies the mustard to his dog.
Static.