Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2014 11:09:10 GMT -5
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The scene opens moments after Slam has gone off the air and I burst into my locker room dressed in a black and red leather biker jacket, a black and red leather bra, a pair of black and red leather skin tight trousers, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black wrestling boots, followed by my husband who is dressed in a black leather sleeveless jacket, a black sleeveless ‘Outlaw’ shirt, a pair of black leather gloves, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black boots. I pull my jacket off and throw it across the room in anger as the rage inside of me continues to build and build.
Robinson: Stace, calm down…
I turn to my husband, seething as I glare at him.
Stacy: Calm down? You’re asking me to calm the fuck down? That bitch has my fucking brother! How the Hell do you expect me to fucking calm down!
I scream before picking up a chair and throwing it across the room.
Robinson: I’m sorry…
I let out a sigh and slowly run my hands through my long black hair.
Robinson: Let me help you find him…
I shake my head, placing my hands on my hips and looking down to the floor.
Stacy: No, I have to do this myself…I appreciate the help but this is my problem, not yours…I got Paul into this mess by getting him a job here, Chelsea was right, I practically threw him into her fucking arms…
Robinson: You’re wrong Stace, Chelsea’s wrong, we both know how hard it is for someone to find a job when they’ve spent a long time in prison…you were helping him out. Chelsea’s trying to make you sound like you’re to blame, but the only person who is to blame for his kidnapping is her…
Stacy: Whether it’s my fault or not, Paul is in this situation because of me, and I’m going to get him back…if I have to kill that fucking bitch to do it then I fucking will!
Robinson: Are you sure you don’t want me help with this?
Stacy: I’m sure; I need to do this on my own…
He places his hands on the sides of my face and gives me a long passionate kiss.
Robinson: Well just so you know, if you need me, I’m here…
He gives me a reassuring smile before heading towards the locker room door and leaving as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens as I am sat here on a light brown oak bench at the Denver Botanical Gardens in Denver, Colorado dressed in a pair of black high heels; a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a black short-sleeved Lacuna Coil T-shirt, my black duffel bag rests on the bench beside me. My long black hair falls down my back as I close my eyes, resting the back of my head on the back rest of the bench and I begin slowly inhaling and then exhaling trying to clear my head and calm myself down, the problem is, I can’t get the thoughts of what Chelsea could be doing to my brother right now out of my head. I slowly raise my head back upright and open my eyes.
Stacy: Before I get to my match this week, I want to quickly send a message to the fucking bitch that kidnapped my brother! Chelsea, I know you’re trying to make ME out to be the bad one here, saying that I practically threw him into your fucking arms! Well you’re damn wrong…because you see…when someone is in prison for a long time like my brother was, when they finally get out of prison they have a hard time getting a job and being able to adjust to life outside. I helped him out by getting him a job here, because that’s what families do, they help out their own!
I stroke my right hand through my hair as I feel the anger building.
Stacy: Chelsea, I will get my brother back, I guaran-damn fucking-tee it! And then, I’ll be coming for you, and I will make damn sure you regret kidnapping him in the first place. You have no fucking idea who I am anymore…just like I have no fucking idea who you are anymore! You’re no longer my sister, and you never fucking will be…EVER AGAIN!
I get to my feet and pick up my duffel bag, slinging it over my shoulder before beginning to walk through the gardens towards the exit, passing the many beautiful plants and flowers that fill the place.
Stacy: And now onto the task at hand, the Six Person Tag Team Main Event match I have this week where I am teaming with my husband, Matthew Robinson and a man who I know all too well, Chase Michaels and we are taking on the TV Champion, Brent Alpine, Cormack MacNeill and Jordan Ciserano and the Television Championship is on the line…
I leave the Botanical Gardens and begin making my way down the street.
Stacy: First let’s start with the man who claims to be the greatest human being to ever walk the fucking planet, the current Television Champion, Brent Alpine. I find it highly amusing that you actually believe you could take Chase, my husband and myself all on your own, when you clearly have no fucking clue just who the Hell we are! For starts, we don’t have any kind of disabilities Brent, we’re not handicapped in any way, but I can tell you now that if once I’ve finished ripping you apart, you’ll be the one who is fucking handicapped. Matter of fact, you, MacNeill and Ciserano will all be joining your so-called ‘fearless’ leader in the fucking hospital!
I continue walking down the street as I take a packet of cigarettes from my jeans pocket along with a lighter, I take a cigarette out of the packet and place it between my lips and light it. I put the packet and the lighter back into my pocket before taking a long drag, allowing the nicotine to fill my system giving me a slight buzz before I then exhale, allowing the smoke to escape through my lips and dance through the sky before fading into nothing.
Stacy: The biggest problem in Sequitus is you Brent; your ridiculously sized ego will ultimately be your downfall because even now, your partners aren’t sure whether they really want you in their team because you believe you are a billion times better and more superior than everyone else in the world, including your fellow Sequitus teammates. Whether you lose this week or in the future, because you will eventually lose, nobody can win every single time Brent, and the sooner you realise it, the better!
I take another drag of my cigarette as I continue walking.
Stacy: As for my other two opponents, two people who I have somewhat a little respect for, although it boggles my mind why either of you would want to team with the likes of Jordan Caliban and Brent Alpine, yes they’re good wrestlers, but their attitudes stink and they’re full of themselves. MacNeill and Ciserano, you’re both better than that, well you used to be, at least MacNeill was. As much as Caliban seems to think that the likes of me and my husband don’t respect him, when in actual fact, we respect him for his in ring ability, we always have done with any and all of our opponents…but respecting our opponents outside of wrestling, as a person, comes from whether or not they actually deserve our respect, and the shit that Caliban says about us and the shit he’s pulled, namely trying to touch me up when we faced one another a few weeks ago, means we do not respect him in that sense, and anyone with a brain will understand exactly why we don’t fucking respect him!
I stop outside the Matrix Fitness & Spa building; I finish off my cigarette and drop it on the floor, stubbing it out with my foot before entering the building. I make my way to the changing rooms and place my duffel bag down on the bench; I take my T-shirt off revealing a black and red sports bra underneath before I unzip my duffel bag and place my T-shirt inside of it, I then unbutton my jeans and pull them down my long legs, revealing a pair of skin tight black and red sports shorts. I then place my jeans into the bag and sit down on the bench before taking my high heeled shoes off and placing them into the bag and taking a pair of white trainers and putting them on. I get back to my feet and then unzip the side pocket of my duffel bag and pull out my iPod, I stick my headphones into my ears and turn it on and hit play and it begins to play the theme of Guile from Street Fighter.
I begin to kick and punch at a punching bag, as the music continues to play, and I must admit, the music kind of makes me feel more alive, makes me want to destroy anyone who stands in my way. I then jump up and hit the punching bag with a spinning kick before landing back on my feet.
Stacy: Matt was right; this theme does go with everything…
I continue working out as the scene fades.
The scene opens moments after Slam has gone off the air and I burst into my locker room dressed in a black and red leather biker jacket, a black and red leather bra, a pair of black and red leather skin tight trousers, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black wrestling boots, followed by my husband who is dressed in a black leather sleeveless jacket, a black sleeveless ‘Outlaw’ shirt, a pair of black leather gloves, a pair of black trousers and a pair of black boots. I pull my jacket off and throw it across the room in anger as the rage inside of me continues to build and build.
Robinson: Stace, calm down…
I turn to my husband, seething as I glare at him.
Stacy: Calm down? You’re asking me to calm the fuck down? That bitch has my fucking brother! How the Hell do you expect me to fucking calm down!
I scream before picking up a chair and throwing it across the room.
Robinson: I’m sorry…
I let out a sigh and slowly run my hands through my long black hair.
Robinson: Let me help you find him…
I shake my head, placing my hands on my hips and looking down to the floor.
Stacy: No, I have to do this myself…I appreciate the help but this is my problem, not yours…I got Paul into this mess by getting him a job here, Chelsea was right, I practically threw him into her fucking arms…
Robinson: You’re wrong Stace, Chelsea’s wrong, we both know how hard it is for someone to find a job when they’ve spent a long time in prison…you were helping him out. Chelsea’s trying to make you sound like you’re to blame, but the only person who is to blame for his kidnapping is her…
Stacy: Whether it’s my fault or not, Paul is in this situation because of me, and I’m going to get him back…if I have to kill that fucking bitch to do it then I fucking will!
Robinson: Are you sure you don’t want me help with this?
Stacy: I’m sure; I need to do this on my own…
He places his hands on the sides of my face and gives me a long passionate kiss.
Robinson: Well just so you know, if you need me, I’m here…
He gives me a reassuring smile before heading towards the locker room door and leaving as the scene fades.
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The scene re-opens as I am sat here on a light brown oak bench at the Denver Botanical Gardens in Denver, Colorado dressed in a pair of black high heels; a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a black short-sleeved Lacuna Coil T-shirt, my black duffel bag rests on the bench beside me. My long black hair falls down my back as I close my eyes, resting the back of my head on the back rest of the bench and I begin slowly inhaling and then exhaling trying to clear my head and calm myself down, the problem is, I can’t get the thoughts of what Chelsea could be doing to my brother right now out of my head. I slowly raise my head back upright and open my eyes.
Stacy: Before I get to my match this week, I want to quickly send a message to the fucking bitch that kidnapped my brother! Chelsea, I know you’re trying to make ME out to be the bad one here, saying that I practically threw him into your fucking arms! Well you’re damn wrong…because you see…when someone is in prison for a long time like my brother was, when they finally get out of prison they have a hard time getting a job and being able to adjust to life outside. I helped him out by getting him a job here, because that’s what families do, they help out their own!
I stroke my right hand through my hair as I feel the anger building.
Stacy: Chelsea, I will get my brother back, I guaran-damn fucking-tee it! And then, I’ll be coming for you, and I will make damn sure you regret kidnapping him in the first place. You have no fucking idea who I am anymore…just like I have no fucking idea who you are anymore! You’re no longer my sister, and you never fucking will be…EVER AGAIN!
I get to my feet and pick up my duffel bag, slinging it over my shoulder before beginning to walk through the gardens towards the exit, passing the many beautiful plants and flowers that fill the place.
Stacy: And now onto the task at hand, the Six Person Tag Team Main Event match I have this week where I am teaming with my husband, Matthew Robinson and a man who I know all too well, Chase Michaels and we are taking on the TV Champion, Brent Alpine, Cormack MacNeill and Jordan Ciserano and the Television Championship is on the line…
I leave the Botanical Gardens and begin making my way down the street.
Stacy: First let’s start with the man who claims to be the greatest human being to ever walk the fucking planet, the current Television Champion, Brent Alpine. I find it highly amusing that you actually believe you could take Chase, my husband and myself all on your own, when you clearly have no fucking clue just who the Hell we are! For starts, we don’t have any kind of disabilities Brent, we’re not handicapped in any way, but I can tell you now that if once I’ve finished ripping you apart, you’ll be the one who is fucking handicapped. Matter of fact, you, MacNeill and Ciserano will all be joining your so-called ‘fearless’ leader in the fucking hospital!
I continue walking down the street as I take a packet of cigarettes from my jeans pocket along with a lighter, I take a cigarette out of the packet and place it between my lips and light it. I put the packet and the lighter back into my pocket before taking a long drag, allowing the nicotine to fill my system giving me a slight buzz before I then exhale, allowing the smoke to escape through my lips and dance through the sky before fading into nothing.
Stacy: The biggest problem in Sequitus is you Brent; your ridiculously sized ego will ultimately be your downfall because even now, your partners aren’t sure whether they really want you in their team because you believe you are a billion times better and more superior than everyone else in the world, including your fellow Sequitus teammates. Whether you lose this week or in the future, because you will eventually lose, nobody can win every single time Brent, and the sooner you realise it, the better!
I take another drag of my cigarette as I continue walking.
Stacy: As for my other two opponents, two people who I have somewhat a little respect for, although it boggles my mind why either of you would want to team with the likes of Jordan Caliban and Brent Alpine, yes they’re good wrestlers, but their attitudes stink and they’re full of themselves. MacNeill and Ciserano, you’re both better than that, well you used to be, at least MacNeill was. As much as Caliban seems to think that the likes of me and my husband don’t respect him, when in actual fact, we respect him for his in ring ability, we always have done with any and all of our opponents…but respecting our opponents outside of wrestling, as a person, comes from whether or not they actually deserve our respect, and the shit that Caliban says about us and the shit he’s pulled, namely trying to touch me up when we faced one another a few weeks ago, means we do not respect him in that sense, and anyone with a brain will understand exactly why we don’t fucking respect him!
I stop outside the Matrix Fitness & Spa building; I finish off my cigarette and drop it on the floor, stubbing it out with my foot before entering the building. I make my way to the changing rooms and place my duffel bag down on the bench; I take my T-shirt off revealing a black and red sports bra underneath before I unzip my duffel bag and place my T-shirt inside of it, I then unbutton my jeans and pull them down my long legs, revealing a pair of skin tight black and red sports shorts. I then place my jeans into the bag and sit down on the bench before taking my high heeled shoes off and placing them into the bag and taking a pair of white trainers and putting them on. I get back to my feet and then unzip the side pocket of my duffel bag and pull out my iPod, I stick my headphones into my ears and turn it on and hit play and it begins to play the theme of Guile from Street Fighter.
I begin to kick and punch at a punching bag, as the music continues to play, and I must admit, the music kind of makes me feel more alive, makes me want to destroy anyone who stands in my way. I then jump up and hit the punching bag with a spinning kick before landing back on my feet.
Stacy: Matt was right; this theme does go with everything…
I continue working out as the scene fades.
