Post by Electra Stevens on Jun 21, 2012 10:55:53 GMT -5
Speaker Colour glossary:
Purple – Electra
Yellow – Drake
~*~
The scene opens up with a slightly shaky and fast moving show of palm trees and people in short shorts and bikinis.
“LA. The city where dreams are created and crushed.” It’s Electra’s voice behind what is now known to be a handheld camera.
“On Saturday, I will crush the dreams of two people, two women. First I’m going to talk about the one that is the least of my worries. Why? Why would you say that Lindsey Calaway is not a worry to me? Because she’s simply a throw in. I really feel bad for her you know…that Turner thinks that she means so little that he can just put her wherever. Even in a match with a feud that has absolutely nothing to do with her. Sure, she may have her issues with Laura…who doesn’t but really…to show her such little respect as to not give her a one-on-one shot for a title? It’s pitiful.”
The camera turns now from the beautiful LA landscape to a more beautiful one, Electra’s face. Her hair is pulled back but any lose hair is blowing in the wind from what is now seen to be a convertible car with the top down.
“And let me just say Lindsey. I respect you immensely. That hasn’t changed but I really don’t think you’re ready for this match. I had said in a previous interview once that when I win my title back, I will give you a shot. Why? Because I think you deserve that, a match that doesn’t involve some slut posing as a queen cheating you. All I can say is watch your back because Laura is all about a cheap win and she will take out the weakest link first, like a feral animal. And then laugh like the Hyena she is. Awesome fact about Hyena’s though…did you know that they actually change sex when there is a need for the opposite? So I was wondering…Laura, when were you going to become a woman, instead of cross dressing and posing all the time.”
A male laugh is heard, the camera turns slightly to see that it’s Drake Hunter at the wheel.
“Good one babe.”
The camera turns back to the smiling face of Electra again.
“Laura. Where do I even start? I could go off and insult you in every fashion imaginable but really, I can’t outdo myself with the bucket of shit. You know you should really keep that look up, looked good on you. The whole world got to see the truth that you and Johnny are nothing but sewer rats that crawled up from the depths to pose as a so called Queen and King. You can’t handle losing to me and every time I have been just about there, you’ve found some way to manipulate the system. That title isn’t yours. You didn’t win it the right way. How does it feel to know that you can’t actually beat me? That in for all intensive purposes you’re a loser. A loser that was even afraid to face me the very first time we had a match when you faked an injury to get out of it. You think I forgot about that? You are a coward and your yellow stripe is showing. Every single word I’ve said about you is true. I am going to enjoy the day when every single person in that pitiful excuse for a stable turns on you. When Rage takes a sledgehammer to everyone’s head and stands above you and your hubby and tells you that you were only a stepping stone to his own greatness. Think I’m lying? Just wait. You forget that I was unfortunately married to that man for 7 years. I know the way he works.”
“You’re getting off topic.” Drake says from off camera.
“Right. Laura, the only thing your good at is getting drinks and making sure Bob takes his liver spot meds. You’re just a glorified escort. I will not let you cheat your way to retaining this title. We’ll be locked in a cage this time babycakes and I’m going to make sure you enjoy the taste of steel. I’m also going to make sure you see me holding that title when I walk out of that cage too. I know you will be out to use tricks… I mean you’re only doing what you know since before Johnny married you that was your profession right? I mean it makes good money and everything so I guess I can’t criticize you for it but what a leap from hooker to wrestler?”
More laughing from Drake is heard.
“But I digress. I’ll make it simple so you can understand it since you know; you have the IQ of an 8 year old. I will win on Saturday. I am taking my belt home with me, where it belongs and I’m going to laugh in your face as you lay bloodied and broken in the middle of that Ring. I am not holding back on you or Lindsey. And Lindsey, well Good luck cuz you’re going to need it. Yes because I’m a formable opponent but also because of what I said about Laura. Its dog eat dog out there. If you want to help me take out Laura, by all means but in the grand scheme of things we are enemies in that ring. May the best girl win…and I intend to do just that!”
The Car stops and a fancy hotel is seen in the background. The Camera shows Electra lean in and she and Drake share a long kiss that would probably make people feel uncomfortable.
“Looking forward to Saturday, Bitches.”
The camera goes black
Purple – Electra
Yellow – Drake
~*~
The scene opens up with a slightly shaky and fast moving show of palm trees and people in short shorts and bikinis.
“LA. The city where dreams are created and crushed.” It’s Electra’s voice behind what is now known to be a handheld camera.
“On Saturday, I will crush the dreams of two people, two women. First I’m going to talk about the one that is the least of my worries. Why? Why would you say that Lindsey Calaway is not a worry to me? Because she’s simply a throw in. I really feel bad for her you know…that Turner thinks that she means so little that he can just put her wherever. Even in a match with a feud that has absolutely nothing to do with her. Sure, she may have her issues with Laura…who doesn’t but really…to show her such little respect as to not give her a one-on-one shot for a title? It’s pitiful.”
The camera turns now from the beautiful LA landscape to a more beautiful one, Electra’s face. Her hair is pulled back but any lose hair is blowing in the wind from what is now seen to be a convertible car with the top down.
“And let me just say Lindsey. I respect you immensely. That hasn’t changed but I really don’t think you’re ready for this match. I had said in a previous interview once that when I win my title back, I will give you a shot. Why? Because I think you deserve that, a match that doesn’t involve some slut posing as a queen cheating you. All I can say is watch your back because Laura is all about a cheap win and she will take out the weakest link first, like a feral animal. And then laugh like the Hyena she is. Awesome fact about Hyena’s though…did you know that they actually change sex when there is a need for the opposite? So I was wondering…Laura, when were you going to become a woman, instead of cross dressing and posing all the time.”
A male laugh is heard, the camera turns slightly to see that it’s Drake Hunter at the wheel.
“Good one babe.”
The camera turns back to the smiling face of Electra again.
“Laura. Where do I even start? I could go off and insult you in every fashion imaginable but really, I can’t outdo myself with the bucket of shit. You know you should really keep that look up, looked good on you. The whole world got to see the truth that you and Johnny are nothing but sewer rats that crawled up from the depths to pose as a so called Queen and King. You can’t handle losing to me and every time I have been just about there, you’ve found some way to manipulate the system. That title isn’t yours. You didn’t win it the right way. How does it feel to know that you can’t actually beat me? That in for all intensive purposes you’re a loser. A loser that was even afraid to face me the very first time we had a match when you faked an injury to get out of it. You think I forgot about that? You are a coward and your yellow stripe is showing. Every single word I’ve said about you is true. I am going to enjoy the day when every single person in that pitiful excuse for a stable turns on you. When Rage takes a sledgehammer to everyone’s head and stands above you and your hubby and tells you that you were only a stepping stone to his own greatness. Think I’m lying? Just wait. You forget that I was unfortunately married to that man for 7 years. I know the way he works.”
“You’re getting off topic.” Drake says from off camera.
“Right. Laura, the only thing your good at is getting drinks and making sure Bob takes his liver spot meds. You’re just a glorified escort. I will not let you cheat your way to retaining this title. We’ll be locked in a cage this time babycakes and I’m going to make sure you enjoy the taste of steel. I’m also going to make sure you see me holding that title when I walk out of that cage too. I know you will be out to use tricks… I mean you’re only doing what you know since before Johnny married you that was your profession right? I mean it makes good money and everything so I guess I can’t criticize you for it but what a leap from hooker to wrestler?”
More laughing from Drake is heard.
“But I digress. I’ll make it simple so you can understand it since you know; you have the IQ of an 8 year old. I will win on Saturday. I am taking my belt home with me, where it belongs and I’m going to laugh in your face as you lay bloodied and broken in the middle of that Ring. I am not holding back on you or Lindsey. And Lindsey, well Good luck cuz you’re going to need it. Yes because I’m a formable opponent but also because of what I said about Laura. Its dog eat dog out there. If you want to help me take out Laura, by all means but in the grand scheme of things we are enemies in that ring. May the best girl win…and I intend to do just that!”
The Car stops and a fancy hotel is seen in the background. The Camera shows Electra lean in and she and Drake share a long kiss that would probably make people feel uncomfortable.
“Looking forward to Saturday, Bitches.”
The camera goes black
