Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 9:32:50 GMT -5
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The scene opens to the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas as I am sitting here opposite WCF Director of Operations, Mr. Joey Nitro who is dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of polished black leather shoes. Sitting beside me, dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of polished black leather shoes is my older brother, Paul. I am dressed in a black leather jacket, a black ‘Lacuna Coil’ T-shirt, a pair of skin tight leather leggings and a pair of black rocker boots. Nitro is looking through some papers before he places them down on the desk and looks up at Paul and I.
Nitro: Well Mr. Jones, everything seems to be in order here, all I have left to say is welcome aboard…
Both Paul and Nitro stand and shake each other’s hands.
Nitro: You’ll start tomorrow, the head technician will be waiting for you and can fill you in on what needs to be done, do you have any questions?
Paul: I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, thank you Mr. Nitro…
Nitro: You’re welcome, now if you’ll both excuse me, I have some work to do…
I stand to my feet and both Paul and I make our way towards the door and leave Nitro’s office and head towards the parking lot.
Stacy: Congratulations Paul, I knew you’d get the job…
Paul: It feels great to be able to get a job so easily, especially after where I’ve just come from…
Stacy: Yeah, but you’re a different person now, and I told Nitro that.
Paul: Thanks, I really appreciate it Stace…so anyway…I see you have a match this week against Jordan Caliban, man that guy can talk…
I laugh a little.
Stacy: Yeah he sure can, of course most of the stuff he talks about is a load of bull…
Paul: I can imagine, he seems like that kind of guy…
Stacy: Oh trust me, he most certainly is…
The two of us chuckle a little.
Paul: I’m hungry, fancy getting a bite to eat somewhere?
Stacy: Why not…
The two of us enter the parking lot and approach my black Honda S2000 as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens a couple of days later to the Henry B. Gonzalez Convention Center where I am here signing autographs and having pictures taken with some of my fans. I am dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight light blue denim jeans and a plain black low cut T-shirt. I’ve just finished signing a little girl’s poster of me and taken a picture with her when I am approached by a male teenager wearing one of Jordan Caliban’s T-shirts.
Stacy: Hi there, would you like anything signed?
Male Teenager: From you? No way…
Stacy: Well then I suggest you move along and let me see to my fans who do want things signed…
Male Teenager: What are you going to do if I don’t?
Stacy: I’m not going to do anything because I’m a professional, and I only fight people who can actually fight back…however the security guard who is currently making his way over here will do something about you…
Just then, a security guard appears on the scene.
Security Guard: Is there a problem here?
Stacy: Yes, this man is stopping me from seeing to my fans…
Security Guard: Okay pal, hit the bricks…
The security guard begins to escort the male teenager away from me; I shake my head as I hear him shout back at me.
Male Teenager: Jordan Caliban is going to kick your ass on Sunday! He’s the best ever!
What a shocker, Jordan Caliban’s fans are just as delusional as he is. I snap back into reality as a brunette female teenager approaches me, she has a rather large build and is wearing a pair of white sneakers, a pair of black baggy denim jeans and one of my T-shirts.
Female Teenager: What was that all about?
Stacy: Just some jerk who doesn’t seem to care that I have people here who actually want to see me…but anyway…what’s your name?
Female Teenager: Lucy…
Stacy: Lucy huh? I’ve always liked the name Lucy; it’s a lovely name…
Lucy smiles slightly, it’s obvious from her body language this girl is shy and has low confidence. She places a couple of posters and magazines down on the table I’m sitting at.
Stacy: That’s quite a collection, you know, I’m only supposed to sign one item…but because I like you and because you had to wait longer than planned because of that jackass from earlier, I’ll sign them all for you…
Lucy: Thanks!
I smile and begin signing her things.
Lucy: I just wanted to say to you, that I really admire you not just as an in ring performer, but what you’re like outside the ring as well. Even though you’re a beautiful woman, you don’t focus on your beauty because you don’t care what other people think. It makes women like me, who aren’t beautiful believe that we can go through life without feeling like an outcast all the time.
I finish signing her things and look up at her, whilst her attention is diverted towards me, I slip a couple of Slam tickets into one of her magazines where I signed.
Stacy: Lucy, you are beautiful, everyone is beautiful in their own way…what you need to do is start believing in yourself…believe you are beautiful and you will be beautiful. If anyone turns around and says you aren’t beautiful, that’s their opinion, because there are people out there who would say I’m not beautiful. It’s not about what’s on the outside, it’s about what’s on the inside, remember that…
Lucy nods and collects her stuff up and begins to leave.
Lucy: Thank you…and good luck on Sunday…I’ll be watching and rooting for you…
Stacy: You’re very welcome Lucy…and I’m sure you will be watching…
She walks off back over to her mother who was waiting for her, I watch as she begins showing her mother my signatures on her things and then a look of surprise when she finds the tickets. She looks back at me with a huge smile on her face as her mother also looks over to me and mouths the words ‘thank you’ to me before I go back to signing things as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens the following day as I am walking through the very picturesque San Antonio River Walk, also known as Paseo del Rio, dressed in a black leather jacket, a black ‘Some Kind Of Monster’ Metallica T-shirt, a pair of black skin tight leather leggings and a pair of black leather boots. The network of walkways goes along the banks of the San Antonio River, one story beneath the streets of Downtown San Antonio. Lined by bars, shops and restaurants, the River Walk is said to be an important part of the city’s urban fabric and a tourist attraction in its own right. The River Walk winds and loops under bridges as two parallel sidewalks lined with restaurants and shops, connecting the major tourist draws from the Alamo to Rivercenter Mall, to the Arneson River Theatre, to Marriage Island, to La Villita, to HemisFair Park, to the Tower Life Building, to the San Antonio Museum of Art, and the Pearl Brewery. As I look up at the sunny, yet foggy sky, I think about how ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to come here during the annual Fiesta San Antonio, to watch the flowery floats that float down the river featured in the River Parade. I then snap back into reality and start focusing on my upcoming battle on Slam with Jordan Caliban.
Stacy: Jordan Caliban, the master of twisting things around, the master of talking nothing but bull shit over and over. Let’s start where you started shall we? Do you really think that I voluntarily got into the ring with Lionheart whilst heavily pregnant with my daughter? You see, the way you say it, sounds as if I had a fucking choice! I was forced into that match by the former WCF Owner; Sarah Twilight…who by the way…I’m glad to say has now gone from this place. She may be considered a legend in this business, and there’s no denying she’s one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into this company, but she was nothing but an evil cold-hearted bitch, so I’m glad she’s gone. Back onto Caliban though, you complain about hearing about my personal life and the children I have lost, well nobody asked you to listen to all of that did they? I couldn’t give a fuck whether you gave a damn or not! I got involved in the Twitter rants with you, not because I wanted to follow what everyone else was doing like you seem to think…no…I did it because I know what you’re like and I knew you would bite back, and I wanted a bit of a laugh, so I decided to get involved to see what ‘clever’ insults you could come up with when biting back at what I was saying to you…
I place my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I continue walking.
Stacy: You see Jordan, I have never ever demanded respect from anyone…and I certainly don’t act like the world owes me respect either. When it comes down to respect, I don’t really give a fuck whether people respect me or not, I respect those who respect me, and I don’t respect those who don’t respect me. I don’t demand it, I’ve been in this industry for five years, I know that to get respect, you have to earn it! And whether or not I ever get respected by you, I believe I am starting to earn respect, it started when I managed to defeat Oblivion, a former World Heavyweight Champion, at Payback, something that nobody ever expected to happen. Then it continued when I faced Oblivion again a couple of weeks later in an Ambulance match, I may have lost that time around, but I took ‘The Monster’ to limits that not many others can say they’ve done. I made that bastard bleed! You wanna talk about how you’re going to ‘prove’ how little I have to offer to WCF? Good luck with that, because no matter whether you defeat me or not, I think based on the fact that I have a match in the Trilogy Cup Tournament, with the winner going on to battle for the World Heavyweight Championship, and you don’t…I think THAT proves which one out of the two of us matter the least here in the WCF…
I continue walking as two small children playing with toy airplanes run past me, I look back at them and smile before going back to what I was saying.
Stacy: I want you to know Jordan, even though you seem to believe that I don’t think you’re worth anything here in the WCF, I don’t. When it comes to your in ring ability, you’re one Hell of an athlete, and it’s no secret that you are a tough competitor based on the fact that you have defeated the likes of Eric Price. You see Jordan, I NEVER underestimate my opponents, I always go into every single match I have with one hundred percent focus. I try my best every night to walk out the winner, unfortunately, I have more defeats under my belt than victories, but that doesn’t matter to me because after every defeat, I pick myself up, dust myself off and focus on my next challenge.
I stroke my hand through my long black hair before placing my hand back into my pocket.
Stacy: I have never once said that you aren’t a worthy competitor Jordan, I have never said you don’t deserve to be here. I’m glad you’re scared Jordan, because you should be, you see, before you left WCF, the Stacy you saw was a completely different Stacy to who will be facing you this Sunday on Slam. The old Stacy was a weak-minded, frail, shell of a woman…but the new Stacy…she’s dangerous, determined, strong-minded and willing to do whatever it takes to make any doubters out there believe that I can make a name for myself on my own.
I pull a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket; I take one out and pop it into my mouth before taking out my lighter and lighting it. I take a drag, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs before I slowly exhale, watching the smoke leave my lips and dance through the sky before disappearing into nothing.
Stacy: I listened to your radio show the other day, just to see if you were going to say anything else about me to your adoring fan base. I too hate it when some people turn around and say things like ‘but she’s a girl’ when a guy and a girl are fighting in the middle of that ring…but to be honest Jordan…after what I managed to do to Oblivion, I don’t think you have anything to worry about when it comes to any member of the WCF locker room, a member of the authority or any of the WCF fans saying things like that. Why? Because they know that I can damn well fucking deal with anything that anyone throws at me…Hell…I was getting pummelled with chair shots from Oblivion in our Ambulance match…but I kept getting the fuck back up!
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: You know Jordan, if it bothers you that much that I continue to pester you about when you left the WCF, all you had to do was ask me nicely to stop and I would have. But as far as kicking me in my face and making my jaw explode is concerned? I can assure you, there will be a broken jaw once our match is over with, but it’s going to be yours! So with that said Jordan, this Sunday at Slam, prepare for Stacy’s Judgement…your final penance is coming!
I continue smoking my cigarette and walk off camera as the scene fades.
The scene opens to the AT&T Center in San Antonio, Texas as I am sitting here opposite WCF Director of Operations, Mr. Joey Nitro who is dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of polished black leather shoes. Sitting beside me, dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of polished black leather shoes is my older brother, Paul. I am dressed in a black leather jacket, a black ‘Lacuna Coil’ T-shirt, a pair of skin tight leather leggings and a pair of black rocker boots. Nitro is looking through some papers before he places them down on the desk and looks up at Paul and I.
Nitro: Well Mr. Jones, everything seems to be in order here, all I have left to say is welcome aboard…
Both Paul and Nitro stand and shake each other’s hands.
Nitro: You’ll start tomorrow, the head technician will be waiting for you and can fill you in on what needs to be done, do you have any questions?
Paul: I can’t think of anything off the top of my head, thank you Mr. Nitro…
Nitro: You’re welcome, now if you’ll both excuse me, I have some work to do…
I stand to my feet and both Paul and I make our way towards the door and leave Nitro’s office and head towards the parking lot.
Stacy: Congratulations Paul, I knew you’d get the job…
Paul: It feels great to be able to get a job so easily, especially after where I’ve just come from…
Stacy: Yeah, but you’re a different person now, and I told Nitro that.
Paul: Thanks, I really appreciate it Stace…so anyway…I see you have a match this week against Jordan Caliban, man that guy can talk…
I laugh a little.
Stacy: Yeah he sure can, of course most of the stuff he talks about is a load of bull…
Paul: I can imagine, he seems like that kind of guy…
Stacy: Oh trust me, he most certainly is…
The two of us chuckle a little.
Paul: I’m hungry, fancy getting a bite to eat somewhere?
Stacy: Why not…
The two of us enter the parking lot and approach my black Honda S2000 as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens a couple of days later to the Henry B. Gonzalez Convention Center where I am here signing autographs and having pictures taken with some of my fans. I am dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight light blue denim jeans and a plain black low cut T-shirt. I’ve just finished signing a little girl’s poster of me and taken a picture with her when I am approached by a male teenager wearing one of Jordan Caliban’s T-shirts.
Stacy: Hi there, would you like anything signed?
Male Teenager: From you? No way…
Stacy: Well then I suggest you move along and let me see to my fans who do want things signed…
Male Teenager: What are you going to do if I don’t?
Stacy: I’m not going to do anything because I’m a professional, and I only fight people who can actually fight back…however the security guard who is currently making his way over here will do something about you…
Just then, a security guard appears on the scene.
Security Guard: Is there a problem here?
Stacy: Yes, this man is stopping me from seeing to my fans…
Security Guard: Okay pal, hit the bricks…
The security guard begins to escort the male teenager away from me; I shake my head as I hear him shout back at me.
Male Teenager: Jordan Caliban is going to kick your ass on Sunday! He’s the best ever!
What a shocker, Jordan Caliban’s fans are just as delusional as he is. I snap back into reality as a brunette female teenager approaches me, she has a rather large build and is wearing a pair of white sneakers, a pair of black baggy denim jeans and one of my T-shirts.
Female Teenager: What was that all about?
Stacy: Just some jerk who doesn’t seem to care that I have people here who actually want to see me…but anyway…what’s your name?
Female Teenager: Lucy…
Stacy: Lucy huh? I’ve always liked the name Lucy; it’s a lovely name…
Lucy smiles slightly, it’s obvious from her body language this girl is shy and has low confidence. She places a couple of posters and magazines down on the table I’m sitting at.
Stacy: That’s quite a collection, you know, I’m only supposed to sign one item…but because I like you and because you had to wait longer than planned because of that jackass from earlier, I’ll sign them all for you…
Lucy: Thanks!
I smile and begin signing her things.
Lucy: I just wanted to say to you, that I really admire you not just as an in ring performer, but what you’re like outside the ring as well. Even though you’re a beautiful woman, you don’t focus on your beauty because you don’t care what other people think. It makes women like me, who aren’t beautiful believe that we can go through life without feeling like an outcast all the time.
I finish signing her things and look up at her, whilst her attention is diverted towards me, I slip a couple of Slam tickets into one of her magazines where I signed.
Stacy: Lucy, you are beautiful, everyone is beautiful in their own way…what you need to do is start believing in yourself…believe you are beautiful and you will be beautiful. If anyone turns around and says you aren’t beautiful, that’s their opinion, because there are people out there who would say I’m not beautiful. It’s not about what’s on the outside, it’s about what’s on the inside, remember that…
Lucy nods and collects her stuff up and begins to leave.
Lucy: Thank you…and good luck on Sunday…I’ll be watching and rooting for you…
Stacy: You’re very welcome Lucy…and I’m sure you will be watching…
She walks off back over to her mother who was waiting for her, I watch as she begins showing her mother my signatures on her things and then a look of surprise when she finds the tickets. She looks back at me with a huge smile on her face as her mother also looks over to me and mouths the words ‘thank you’ to me before I go back to signing things as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens the following day as I am walking through the very picturesque San Antonio River Walk, also known as Paseo del Rio, dressed in a black leather jacket, a black ‘Some Kind Of Monster’ Metallica T-shirt, a pair of black skin tight leather leggings and a pair of black leather boots. The network of walkways goes along the banks of the San Antonio River, one story beneath the streets of Downtown San Antonio. Lined by bars, shops and restaurants, the River Walk is said to be an important part of the city’s urban fabric and a tourist attraction in its own right. The River Walk winds and loops under bridges as two parallel sidewalks lined with restaurants and shops, connecting the major tourist draws from the Alamo to Rivercenter Mall, to the Arneson River Theatre, to Marriage Island, to La Villita, to HemisFair Park, to the Tower Life Building, to the San Antonio Museum of Art, and the Pearl Brewery. As I look up at the sunny, yet foggy sky, I think about how ever since I was a little girl, I have always wanted to come here during the annual Fiesta San Antonio, to watch the flowery floats that float down the river featured in the River Parade. I then snap back into reality and start focusing on my upcoming battle on Slam with Jordan Caliban.
Stacy: Jordan Caliban, the master of twisting things around, the master of talking nothing but bull shit over and over. Let’s start where you started shall we? Do you really think that I voluntarily got into the ring with Lionheart whilst heavily pregnant with my daughter? You see, the way you say it, sounds as if I had a fucking choice! I was forced into that match by the former WCF Owner; Sarah Twilight…who by the way…I’m glad to say has now gone from this place. She may be considered a legend in this business, and there’s no denying she’s one of the greatest female wrestlers to ever step foot into this company, but she was nothing but an evil cold-hearted bitch, so I’m glad she’s gone. Back onto Caliban though, you complain about hearing about my personal life and the children I have lost, well nobody asked you to listen to all of that did they? I couldn’t give a fuck whether you gave a damn or not! I got involved in the Twitter rants with you, not because I wanted to follow what everyone else was doing like you seem to think…no…I did it because I know what you’re like and I knew you would bite back, and I wanted a bit of a laugh, so I decided to get involved to see what ‘clever’ insults you could come up with when biting back at what I was saying to you…
I place my hands into the pockets of my jacket as I continue walking.
Stacy: You see Jordan, I have never ever demanded respect from anyone…and I certainly don’t act like the world owes me respect either. When it comes down to respect, I don’t really give a fuck whether people respect me or not, I respect those who respect me, and I don’t respect those who don’t respect me. I don’t demand it, I’ve been in this industry for five years, I know that to get respect, you have to earn it! And whether or not I ever get respected by you, I believe I am starting to earn respect, it started when I managed to defeat Oblivion, a former World Heavyweight Champion, at Payback, something that nobody ever expected to happen. Then it continued when I faced Oblivion again a couple of weeks later in an Ambulance match, I may have lost that time around, but I took ‘The Monster’ to limits that not many others can say they’ve done. I made that bastard bleed! You wanna talk about how you’re going to ‘prove’ how little I have to offer to WCF? Good luck with that, because no matter whether you defeat me or not, I think based on the fact that I have a match in the Trilogy Cup Tournament, with the winner going on to battle for the World Heavyweight Championship, and you don’t…I think THAT proves which one out of the two of us matter the least here in the WCF…
I continue walking as two small children playing with toy airplanes run past me, I look back at them and smile before going back to what I was saying.
Stacy: I want you to know Jordan, even though you seem to believe that I don’t think you’re worth anything here in the WCF, I don’t. When it comes to your in ring ability, you’re one Hell of an athlete, and it’s no secret that you are a tough competitor based on the fact that you have defeated the likes of Eric Price. You see Jordan, I NEVER underestimate my opponents, I always go into every single match I have with one hundred percent focus. I try my best every night to walk out the winner, unfortunately, I have more defeats under my belt than victories, but that doesn’t matter to me because after every defeat, I pick myself up, dust myself off and focus on my next challenge.
I stroke my hand through my long black hair before placing my hand back into my pocket.
Stacy: I have never once said that you aren’t a worthy competitor Jordan, I have never said you don’t deserve to be here. I’m glad you’re scared Jordan, because you should be, you see, before you left WCF, the Stacy you saw was a completely different Stacy to who will be facing you this Sunday on Slam. The old Stacy was a weak-minded, frail, shell of a woman…but the new Stacy…she’s dangerous, determined, strong-minded and willing to do whatever it takes to make any doubters out there believe that I can make a name for myself on my own.
I pull a packet of cigarettes out of my pocket; I take one out and pop it into my mouth before taking out my lighter and lighting it. I take a drag, allowing the smoke to fill my lungs before I slowly exhale, watching the smoke leave my lips and dance through the sky before disappearing into nothing.
Stacy: I listened to your radio show the other day, just to see if you were going to say anything else about me to your adoring fan base. I too hate it when some people turn around and say things like ‘but she’s a girl’ when a guy and a girl are fighting in the middle of that ring…but to be honest Jordan…after what I managed to do to Oblivion, I don’t think you have anything to worry about when it comes to any member of the WCF locker room, a member of the authority or any of the WCF fans saying things like that. Why? Because they know that I can damn well fucking deal with anything that anyone throws at me…Hell…I was getting pummelled with chair shots from Oblivion in our Ambulance match…but I kept getting the fuck back up!
I take another drag of my cigarette.
Stacy: You know Jordan, if it bothers you that much that I continue to pester you about when you left the WCF, all you had to do was ask me nicely to stop and I would have. But as far as kicking me in my face and making my jaw explode is concerned? I can assure you, there will be a broken jaw once our match is over with, but it’s going to be yours! So with that said Jordan, this Sunday at Slam, prepare for Stacy’s Judgement…your final penance is coming!
I continue smoking my cigarette and walk off camera as the scene fades.
