Post by Chelsea Armstrong on Sept 28, 2014 14:44:06 GMT -5
“He’s dead…”
“What? No! That wasn’t the plan, what are we going to do!”
“Maddison, calm down!”
“But you killed him!”
“Shut up! I need to think!”
The darkened alleyway keeps everything hidden, for now…but something more needs to be done. Things had gone too far, he was never supposed to die; I wanted to scared him...that was it. How was I supposed to know he’d take it so seriously! I had to fight back, it was me or him…it was all self-defense! They wouldn’t believe that though…as soon as the sun rose and some by passer saw him a full on investigate would start…but what if they never found him. Yes, yes missing person…unfortunately people would notice if he was gone.
“We have to hide the body.”
“What?! We can’t hide a body!”
“What else are we supposed to do?! If someone finds him it won’t take long for it to come back to us.”
“Why don’t you turn yourself in, it was self-defense! He was going to hurt you!”
“Wait wait wait, me turn myself in? You’re an accomplice! If I go under so do you, they won’t care it was self-defense. Now help me get him into the trunk of my car.”
“Fine.”
Dragging him deeper into the alleyway we push him into the trunk before gazing around in the complete darkness, still afraid that someone would happen to stumble upon our little situation. If only things had went as planned…
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**Cut Scene**
**Cue Theme Song**
**Opening screen reads “Earlier that day”**
**Scene is set within your typical everyday living room, the television has been turned off as a teapot and two cups sit on the brown wooden table in the middle of the room. Sugar cubes and cream are placed beside as delicate little finger sandwiches are set out just right beside them. In walks Chelsea and Maddison clothed in lavish knee length dresses (similar as those seen on Housewives of Beverly Hills), sitting down on the pristine white couch they each pick up one of the fragile cups.**
“So this guy just hit on you today?”
“Like totally, can you believe it? I had the baby with me and apparently that bumped me up into that one category, you know the one I’m talking about. He came up and he’s just all like, so wanna come back to my place?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh but I am, I’m telling you sweetie the way he was looking at me from across the produce…line?”
“Cut!”
**Cue audience laugher**
“Ok, Ricky. This isn’t working for me.”
“Yeah seriously, I mean what do you even have us doing here?”
Ricky flips through his directors notes quickly until a little light bulb goes off in his head and he looks up at us with a small fit of laughter.
“You know…funny story…this isn’t the right set. No this one was reserved by use of members of the…Pantheon? Since when do they travel all the way from Greece to use these sets? Anyway, yeah those aren’t your dresses either.”
“You know…I did see the word Booker on my dressing room, but I thought it just stood for the cast booker.”
“And you still went in?”
“Hey I gotta make it in this business somehow.”
**Cue audience laugher**
“Ok, you girls go get changed and put the clothes right where you found them. Ok everyone take five! Can we get the right set here people?”
After changing out of the soft silky dresses the girls are seen standing outside the dressing rooms with looks of confusion flooding their features.
“You and Corey Black wear the same size dress?”
“I…I don’t know I’m so confused, I mean my boobs were trying to fall out of that thing!”
“You mean he has a bigger set than you do?”
“How is that possible? He has to wear a push up in that thing, there’s just no way! Wait…how did you keep that dress on if it was Daniels?”
“It wasn’t easy, I’m just glad I’d brought plenty of tape.”
“Oh Maddie you didn’t.”
“Hey I could only stuff so much before it was obvious they were fake, didn’t you notice I’d gained like two full cup sizes out there?”
“I’d never thought guys would make me feel bad about the size of my boobs…by comparing them to theirs!”
**Cue audience laughter**
“Hey aren’t you supposed to meet up with some guys from work today?”
“Yeah, something about these attacks I’ve been doing. Apparently they’re ‘not fair’ and ‘mean’.”
“Seriously?”
“Well that’s what Shelley told me anyway.”
**Cue audience laughter**
“You let Shelley watch you on TV?”
“Hey how else are we going to get those tag team moves down against Ice? She can already apply a pretty good arm bar.”
“Arm bar? Really?”
“Yes, Arm bar…something wrong with it?”
“Just Arm bar, it makes me think of that one dude. You know that famous dude. He had this list…apparently the guy knew of all these moves?”
“You mean that porn dude? He sure has a lot of moves.”
“Ew! No!”
“Oh you know it’s true!”
“Yes…but that’s not who I’m talking about.”
“That other guy that he’s usually with?”
“Oh screw it!”
“I think they already have…like…a lot.”
“You would know.”
“Damn right I would!”
Maddison shakes her head as the two walk through one of the other ‘dressing rooms’ and end up in the middle of a 50’s style diner. The robes they’d put on after changing out of the dresses have turned into fluffy poodle skirts and their hair is pulled up with a scarf giving them the finished vibe.
“Fifties…really?”
“Stick to the script! And…Action!”
“So Maddie, has anyone invited you to the sock hop?”
“No, I was really hoping Johnny would!”
“Johnny? Really? What about the other one?”
“He’s so Fly isn’t he! Ah, so cute!”
“I don’t know, Erin told me he wasn’t as Fly as he let on.”
“True…I don’t he be able to last long. What about the other guy…oh what’s his name?”
“Jeff?”
“Yeah him!”
“I don’t know, I’ve heard he apparently has a thing for Purse’s.”
“Really? I wonder if he gets with Justin then. Surely he’d have enough Cash to get a Purse for Jeff.”
**Cue audience laughter**
“But where does that leave us?”
The two girls look at the cameras with a smile as they overdramatically skip their way to the door at the far end of the café before rushing through as the scene turns showing a black and white movie stage.
“Umm…do we talk in this one?”
In rush two stage hands who hand both girls a series of what appear to be cue cards with various sayings.
“I take that as a no.”
“Action!”
**And the card reading begins**
“Torture?”
“Yes please!”
**Cue audience laughter**
Shakes head “Person.”
Shakes head quickly “Oh! No way!”
“Orbit?”
“Space Travel?”
Shakes head “Person.”
Shakes head “Gravedigger”
Signs drop to the floor causing the direction to drop his head.
“I might need one after this scene.”
**Cue audience laughter**
Running again they turn to another scene as they are now wearing bright yellow hazard suits. The girls look confused but the audience is laughing as the set has turned showing what appears to be an old industrial park.
“Action!”
“Careful where you step!”
“Look! There’s a man now!”
“Hello ladies, can I help you?”
“Yes we’re the biohazard unit; we’ve been called in to assess what was told to be an excessive spill of hazardous waste.”
He simply points to the other side of the stage as the girls for some reason take on their best stealthy poses as they walk.
“You gotta be careful with these kinds of situations. Biohazardous material is no joke!”
“Well..”
“Stick to the script!”
“Maddie stop! Don’t touch that!”
“Why?”
“Live wire!”
Maddison lets out a quick sigh of relief as she wipes her brow…or the suit….with the back of her hand.
“That was close!”
“You’re telling me! Oh no…do you hear that..it’s a kind of growling noise.”
“What do you think it could be…Zombies?”
“Hyena’s?”
“Ghost Rider?”
**Cue audience laughter**
“Ghost rider?”
“Yeah you know…that one guy, turns into flames…saves humanity or something like that…”
“Why the hell is Ghost rider in here?”
“Chelsea, that said Night Rider!”
“Ohhh….oh! My bad, common mistake! Well I’m not worried about him anyway, isn’t biohazardous material like glowing stuff? If it’s not dark he won’t be around…right? I mean he has Night right in his name.”
“Oh my god…”
“What?! It’s true!”
“One, no it’s not…and two…you’re thinking of radioactive material.”
“Well sorry, there’s no one called radioactive!”
“Anyway…what about the Hyenas?”
“Oh, right!”
The two go back to their stealthy poses as they take quick glances around the scene before jumping over the Biohazardous material and Livewire and rush into the next scene. In comes in a bedroom set filled with fluffy pillows and junk food, a movie is already playing on the movie and tissues have been thrown around as the girls run in wearing pajamas and jump onto the bed. Immediately tears stream down their cheeks as they stuff popcorn into their mouth.
“But they are so right for each other!”
“I…I know! How could he leave him!?”
“I always knew Shawn was leading him on!”
“But poor Tobias, he’s so heartbroken!”
“Wait! It’s Isaac!
“I thought they killed him off in the last movie?”
“And there’s Louis!”
“Awww, they were always so cute together!”
“Wait…wait what are they doing?”
“Don’t go into the house!”
“Idiot, you never go into the creepy looking house!”
“Oh my god it’s the Ultimate Destroyer!”
“Get out of there!”
“Too late, everyone knows whenever you get together in a horror movie it’s like giving the Destroyer a tracking device for you. Might as well say good bye to them now.”
“But they were Worthy of so much more!!”
“Didn’t you hear all the Buzz about that in the tabloids? Apparently someone leaked a lot of information about Tyler and he joined the list of Walkers.”
“No way!”
“I swear! Did you notice you didn’t see him in this one?”
“I swear those guys just don’t know what they are getting into when they join that type of industry.”
“They really don’t they try to use their old abilities and soon they’ll end up working in some beat up construction job wearing Steeltoe shoes and answering to some dude named Joe who likes to act all holier than thou and will be the first to be pushed straight down to Deuce in command.”
“Deuce? What are you counting in Spanish now?”
“Hey I had to work it in somewhere, don’t sass me.”
**Cue audience laugher**
“Next set!”
“Wait, wait, it’s almost over!”
“Here comes the killer…who is it…”
“Cormack?!”
“The Irish dude?”
“I thought he was Scottish…”
“Does it really matter?”
They both shake their head as they get up and make another turn through the sets and come out dressed in crisp white nurse’s outfits.
“What’s the status Doc?”
“It’s not looking good. Jay has been rushed to surgery and Henry is waiting for his results.”
“What about Jahani and Kazy?”
“They came in faking injuries and are now hanging out in the kiddy wing watching Alpha and Omega.”
“Seriously?”
“Go see for yourself”
“I’ll take your word on it. Those two have always been kind of strange.”
“Not as strange as what’s his name though.”
“That dude you have to go double duty with and fight for your title?”
“What title? I’m a doctor now.”
“Speaking of, is this the best you guys could come up with? Seriously we could’ve brought Bugs Bunny in here!”
“Bugs Bunny?”
“Seriously, you have a child and you’ve never heard of Bugs Bunny?”
“I have but I don’t see where you’re going.”
"Oh my god, you’re going to make me say it aren’t you?”
“Well yes nurse, I am.”
“What’s up, Doc?”
“Well you could have said that!”
“It’s not the same!”
**Cue audience laughter**
Dropping their clipboards they take off the nurses outfits and walk through the door that should go to the surgery room, but you’ve guessed it, they walk onto the next set as they are wearing all black and have their hair hidden underneath black beany’s.
“Where’d he go?!”
“I don’t know, I know I saw him run in here…I mean the light reflects off that head of his.”
“Come on Alex…we just wanna talk.”
“Really…that’s the line they give you? Everyone knows that’s the line you say when you’re going to do something.”
“Stick to the script!”
“Sorry!”
“Come on Alex…we just wanna talk.”
“We know you’re back here somewhere, you might as well just show yourself.”
“Make it easier on yourself and just come out.”
“How about I do some talking instead…would you like that?”
“Chels…what are you doing.”
“Just follow my lead.”
“Ok…”
The two lean against the wall near the front of the alley but still far enough in to be concealed by darkness as Chelsea allows her ruby red lipstick to catch the light.
“You know Alex; the people have really come to like Mr. Strange. You offer them something new and fresh, something that…well that most people haven’t been able to do in the nearly five months I’ve held this championship.”
“You have the longest reign with a championship right now, don’t you?”
“I do, all the other championships have changed hands recently, but mine…well mine has stayed put. Now some would say that I brought you into my little group because I knew you were competition for me…that by bringing you in I actually helped myself.”
“Didn’t you?”
“Sure I got the help I needed in order to take out Corey Black and Johnny Reb, but he wasn’t the only one that was there with me. Alex was chosen to be brought into this group because he showed something not many people have anymore. He showed determination and had his own unique way of going about getting what he wanted. He thinks that he can beat me…he might have the fan base but so do I and I don’t think he’s understanding that. We might be doing things together when it comes to those attacks but that belt still belongs around my waist.”
“So what do you plan on doing about it?”
“Well that’s simple.”
Reaching into the pocket of her black trench coat draped around her shoulders she brandishes a shiny silver blade with the handle tucked carefully into her closed hand.
“Chelsea…why do you have a knife…”
“Because it’s time I really got rid of my competition.”
“By getting rid of you mean…”
“Do I really need to answer that?”
Sudden Alex comes running through the alley trying to rush past the girls as Chelsea steps in front of him, he goes to throw a punch as she pulls her hand up and his movements suddenly halt. He stares into her eyes as a gasps breath leaves his lips and he stumbles back and soon falls to the ground on his back. Maddison rushes up to him checking his pulse as she looks up at Chelsea with disbelief and horror but she already knew the answer.
“He’s dead…”
“What? No! That wasn’t the plan, what are we going to do!”
“Maddison, calm down!”
“But you killed him!”
“Shut up! I need to think!”
The darkened alleyway keeps everything hidden, for now…but something more needs to be done. Things had gone too far, he was never supposed to die; I wanted to scared him...that was it. How was I supposed to know he’d take it so seriously! I had to fight back, it was me or him…it was all self-defense! They wouldn’t believe that though…as soon as the sun rose and some by passer saw him a full on investigate would start…but what if they never found him. Yes, yes missing person…unfortunately people would notice if he was gone.
“We have to hide the body.”
“What?! We can’t hide a body!”
“What else are we supposed to do?! If someone finds him it won’t take long for it to come back to us.”
“Why don’t you turn yourself in, it was self-defense! He was going to hurt you!”
“Wait wait wait, me turn myself in? You’re an accomplice! If I go under so do you, they won’t care it was self-defense. Now help me get him into the trunk of my car.”
“Fine.”
Dragging him deeper into the alleyway we push him into the trunk before gazing around in the complete darkness, still afraid that someone would happen to stumble upon our little situation. If only things had went as planned…
**End Scene**
“Great job everyone! See you next week.”
