Post by Rachel on Apr 13, 2007 17:04:13 GMT -5
The scene opens up in a room that appears to be an in-home gym. The floor is covered with thick, white carpeting.The walls are painted a soft peach. The equipment includes an Ab Lounge, a Bowflex, a weight bench and other things of that nature. In the corner of the room, just behind a large window is a treadmill. Running on the treadmill is Rachel, dressed in a light blue sports bra, matching blue shorts and a pair of black Nikes with blue checks. Rachel jogs a long to whatever song is playing on the Ipod headphones in her ears.
A tapping noise comes from the cup holder in the treadmill. Her black Razar is vibrating against the inside of the cup holder. She comes down from her rapid jog to a brisk walk, slips the headphones out of her ears, and answers the cell phone.
Rachel: Hello? Hey, what are you doing?
The caller responds briefly.
Rachel: Nothing, just jogging. I've got a match against my ex...What do you mean which one? I've only been married once!
Rachel turns the treadmill off and steps down. She reaches for the towel laying over a chair and wipes her face off.
Rachel: Don't worry. You know I can handle myself in the ring against him...He hasn't shown his face since this match was announced. Infact, I had to seek HIM out...No, I don't think he's scared. I know he's not scared. Szaban is too cocky to be scared, but that is his problem. He underestimates his opponents...He's going to underestimate me...Everyone is going to...And I know what they're all thinking. There's going to be a guest referee.
The caller makes a comment.
Rachel: Yeah, its G-Dawg. Everyone is thinking that just because they're rivals G-Dawg is going to use his position in the match to screw Szaban. I for one don't intend to let that happen. If I'm going to win....WHEN I win...it will be because I made it happen...Look, I've got to go get Rochelle from Matt's. I'm supposed to take her to look at a new horse today. I'll call you later...Bye.
Rachel hangs up the cell phone and exits the gym. The scene fades to black.
A tapping noise comes from the cup holder in the treadmill. Her black Razar is vibrating against the inside of the cup holder. She comes down from her rapid jog to a brisk walk, slips the headphones out of her ears, and answers the cell phone.
Rachel: Hello? Hey, what are you doing?
The caller responds briefly.
Rachel: Nothing, just jogging. I've got a match against my ex...What do you mean which one? I've only been married once!
Rachel turns the treadmill off and steps down. She reaches for the towel laying over a chair and wipes her face off.
Rachel: Don't worry. You know I can handle myself in the ring against him...He hasn't shown his face since this match was announced. Infact, I had to seek HIM out...No, I don't think he's scared. I know he's not scared. Szaban is too cocky to be scared, but that is his problem. He underestimates his opponents...He's going to underestimate me...Everyone is going to...And I know what they're all thinking. There's going to be a guest referee.
The caller makes a comment.
Rachel: Yeah, its G-Dawg. Everyone is thinking that just because they're rivals G-Dawg is going to use his position in the match to screw Szaban. I for one don't intend to let that happen. If I'm going to win....WHEN I win...it will be because I made it happen...Look, I've got to go get Rochelle from Matt's. I'm supposed to take her to look at a new horse today. I'll call you later...Bye.
Rachel hangs up the cell phone and exits the gym. The scene fades to black.