Post by Rachel on Apr 25, 2007 22:30:59 GMT -5
The sky outside is a solemn gray. Large clouds hang across the sun, giving off a depressing and miserable mood. Rain falls in tiny droplets, each striking the pavement with its own amount of force. Suddenly, the water droplets begin to fall faster and faster until it becomes a torrent of rain. A long, black limousine pulls up to the employee entrance of the arena. It parks just in front of the arena doors. The scene is motionless for a moment until a rather flustered looking man comes scrambling out of the driver’s seat. He rushes over and opens the back door. Out steps one slender but toned leg, and then another. Fastened to the obviously female ankles is a pair of black stilettos. The entire body is revealed and Rachel comes into view. She is wearing a black dress that ends just between her thigh and knee. It is low-cut in the front and finishes out with spaghetti straps. She looks annoyed to no end.
Rachel: Why did it take you so long to get my door? And why don’t you have an umbrella! I’m getting wet, jackass!
Rachel slams the door shut and we hear an ‘OUCH!’ Ally emerges from behind the door looking upset that she was just forgotten about and then smacked in the face.
Driver: I…uh…the weatherman said clear skies!
Rachel: Don’t you know that those people are never right? You should always be prepared with an umbrella. For the love of God!
Driver: S-Sorry…
Rachel gives a ‘hmph’ and moves past him briskly. Ally is in tow, still rather disgruntled.
Ally: Uh, Princess, why the hell did you just slam the door in my face?
Rachel: Huh? Oh, sorry. I can’t think about anything but how much I hate idiots whenever I have to deal with them. I mean, he’s a LIMO driver! Doesn’t he know that he has to chauffer some of the greatest people alive? I bet he wouldn’t do that to Donald Trump!
Ally: Maybe he doesn’t know who you are?
Rachel stands still in her tracks. She and Ally are now inside. She turns to face her.
Rachel: Doesn’t know who I am? Are you kidding? How many times have I graced the cover of Sports Illustrated? Did you see that guy? He probably gets the Swimsuit Specials delivered to his home!
Ally: Ya know, you sure do give Szaban a lot of crap for being cocky and yet you seem to be the one with the big head…
Rachel: I do not have a big head. I am not cocky…I’m –
Ally: Confident? I know…
Ally rolls her eyes.
Ally: Anyway, I can’t wait to get back into that ring.
Rachel: Yeah, yeah. You will, as soon as Aftermath is finished. What is important now is my focus on the Xtreme Title. Which, I guarantee, will be secured around MY waist.
Ally: I’m sure that it will.
Rachel: Oh, it will. Don’t doubt it. What is my record? 2 and 0. I’ve beaten two of the greatest wrestlers to step foot into the ring and it will no doubt be even easier to beat these low-card assholes.
Ally: Didn’t Prozac just have a main event match against Szaban?
Rachel: Yes, he lost. AND he had a partner!
Ally: Uh…The match was DQ-ed due to interference…
Rachel: Whatever.
Ally: Okay, what about Calaz?
Rachel: What about him, Ally?
Ally sighs. Rachel can be sooo stubborn and annoying at times…Okay, all the time.
Ally: He has been a main eventer. A lot. He even beat G-Dawg.
Rachel: Yes, but he’s also lost to G-Dawg. And I haven’t.
Ally: Okay, I thought that you were upset about your win over Szaban?
Rachel: I’ve changed my mind I won that fair and square…It’s not my fault Szaban was too slow to get into the ring.
Ally: Are you sure that this has nothing to do with that face that you still have feel-
Rachel’s eyes widen.
Rachel: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Ally: Don’t you?
Rachel and Ally are continuing down the hallway toward the locker-room area.
Rachel: Listen, what is important here is that I stay focused. I mean, who is Thor? Nobody. Who is Prozac? A loser. Jordan Glass? Can’t keep a girlfriend. Plus, the guy is so torn up about it that he is practically ready to put a gun to his head…another loser. And please don’t get me started on Corporal Punishment..his only claim to fame is that he was in the military or something like that.
Ally: Szaban was too.
Ally looks innocently at Rachel.
Rachel: Well, that’s different. He’s World Champ…He has more going for him than just a rank.
Ally snickers to herself.
Rachel: Okay, so lets re-cap. Prozac, Thor and Glass have pay-per-view wins…Although, Prozac lost to Glass and G-Dawg. So, that leaves me in the ring with Thor, Glass, Calaz, and Corporal Punishment. Thor later lost a match in the same pay-per-view that he won one in…He doesn’t have the stamina. He’s out. It’s down to Calaz, Glass and myself. Calaz has lost to G-Dawg…which makes him less of a threat…But he has also beat him, so that puts him back into the running. Glass is the current champion and Calaz is a great fighter…As far as I am concerned this will be nothing more than a triple threat match.
Ally: With lots of weapons.
Rachel: Yeah, that’s true. But that helps. I’m not as big, as fast or as strong as some of these opponents. But weapons, weapons even the score. Weapons level the playing field. Weapons –
Ally: Can you stop with the analogies?
Rachel rolls her eyes.
Rachel: Fine. This is it, then. I’m going to beat the hell out of all the others with flaming objects, cover whomever I think will be the most fun to celebrate a win over…Hell, maybe I’ll stack them up in a line and cover them…And walk out the new Xtreme champion!
Rachel smiles to herself and walks off, leaving Ally behind.
Ally mumbles to herself.
Ally:…But you forget that you’re not the least bit Xtreme.
Ally shakes her head and the scene closes.
Rachel: Why did it take you so long to get my door? And why don’t you have an umbrella! I’m getting wet, jackass!
Rachel slams the door shut and we hear an ‘OUCH!’ Ally emerges from behind the door looking upset that she was just forgotten about and then smacked in the face.
Driver: I…uh…the weatherman said clear skies!
Rachel: Don’t you know that those people are never right? You should always be prepared with an umbrella. For the love of God!
Driver: S-Sorry…
Rachel gives a ‘hmph’ and moves past him briskly. Ally is in tow, still rather disgruntled.
Ally: Uh, Princess, why the hell did you just slam the door in my face?
Rachel: Huh? Oh, sorry. I can’t think about anything but how much I hate idiots whenever I have to deal with them. I mean, he’s a LIMO driver! Doesn’t he know that he has to chauffer some of the greatest people alive? I bet he wouldn’t do that to Donald Trump!
Ally: Maybe he doesn’t know who you are?
Rachel stands still in her tracks. She and Ally are now inside. She turns to face her.
Rachel: Doesn’t know who I am? Are you kidding? How many times have I graced the cover of Sports Illustrated? Did you see that guy? He probably gets the Swimsuit Specials delivered to his home!
Ally: Ya know, you sure do give Szaban a lot of crap for being cocky and yet you seem to be the one with the big head…
Rachel: I do not have a big head. I am not cocky…I’m –
Ally: Confident? I know…
Ally rolls her eyes.
Ally: Anyway, I can’t wait to get back into that ring.
Rachel: Yeah, yeah. You will, as soon as Aftermath is finished. What is important now is my focus on the Xtreme Title. Which, I guarantee, will be secured around MY waist.
Ally: I’m sure that it will.
Rachel: Oh, it will. Don’t doubt it. What is my record? 2 and 0. I’ve beaten two of the greatest wrestlers to step foot into the ring and it will no doubt be even easier to beat these low-card assholes.
Ally: Didn’t Prozac just have a main event match against Szaban?
Rachel: Yes, he lost. AND he had a partner!
Ally: Uh…The match was DQ-ed due to interference…
Rachel: Whatever.
Ally: Okay, what about Calaz?
Rachel: What about him, Ally?
Ally sighs. Rachel can be sooo stubborn and annoying at times…Okay, all the time.
Ally: He has been a main eventer. A lot. He even beat G-Dawg.
Rachel: Yes, but he’s also lost to G-Dawg. And I haven’t.
Ally: Okay, I thought that you were upset about your win over Szaban?
Rachel: I’ve changed my mind I won that fair and square…It’s not my fault Szaban was too slow to get into the ring.
Ally: Are you sure that this has nothing to do with that face that you still have feel-
Rachel’s eyes widen.
Rachel: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Ally: Don’t you?
Rachel and Ally are continuing down the hallway toward the locker-room area.
Rachel: Listen, what is important here is that I stay focused. I mean, who is Thor? Nobody. Who is Prozac? A loser. Jordan Glass? Can’t keep a girlfriend. Plus, the guy is so torn up about it that he is practically ready to put a gun to his head…another loser. And please don’t get me started on Corporal Punishment..his only claim to fame is that he was in the military or something like that.
Ally: Szaban was too.
Ally looks innocently at Rachel.
Rachel: Well, that’s different. He’s World Champ…He has more going for him than just a rank.
Ally snickers to herself.
Rachel: Okay, so lets re-cap. Prozac, Thor and Glass have pay-per-view wins…Although, Prozac lost to Glass and G-Dawg. So, that leaves me in the ring with Thor, Glass, Calaz, and Corporal Punishment. Thor later lost a match in the same pay-per-view that he won one in…He doesn’t have the stamina. He’s out. It’s down to Calaz, Glass and myself. Calaz has lost to G-Dawg…which makes him less of a threat…But he has also beat him, so that puts him back into the running. Glass is the current champion and Calaz is a great fighter…As far as I am concerned this will be nothing more than a triple threat match.
Ally: With lots of weapons.
Rachel: Yeah, that’s true. But that helps. I’m not as big, as fast or as strong as some of these opponents. But weapons, weapons even the score. Weapons level the playing field. Weapons –
Ally: Can you stop with the analogies?
Rachel rolls her eyes.
Rachel: Fine. This is it, then. I’m going to beat the hell out of all the others with flaming objects, cover whomever I think will be the most fun to celebrate a win over…Hell, maybe I’ll stack them up in a line and cover them…And walk out the new Xtreme champion!
Rachel smiles to herself and walks off, leaving Ally behind.
Ally mumbles to herself.
Ally:…But you forget that you’re not the least bit Xtreme.
Ally shakes her head and the scene closes.