Post by Violet Ripley on Mar 18, 2014 20:48:04 GMT -5
"Why does everyone think that in order to be 'crazy' you gotta run around the streets naked telling everyone the end is nigh?"
{Violet puts a big red lollypop back in her mouth, looking at the person sitting next to her for an answer. The man gives her a weary look but pretends to ignore her question. Violet pulls the lolly out of her mouth with a loud obnoxious 'pop' sound}
"I'd like to see little Sparky Brewster's psychology diploma. Better yet I'd like to see her practice so that I could go in and tell all her so-called patients that she's only doing the whole doctor thing on weekends but really she likes to get in a ring and pretend to be a wrestler... now that's her real ambition. To take some clumsy ill timed shots and walk around a ring like a kid in her parent's too big high heels."
{The man shrugs and gets up from the bleacher and moves to another part of the gymnasium.}
"How Rude."
{She turns and sees a woman sitting in front of her so she jumps down fro her seat to sit beside her}
"You know if she spent more time trying to actually get some real skills then trying to pick apart how sane I am she might actually have a chance at the Marquee title"
{The woman looks at her confused}
"Sparky... no one gives a flying fuck if you like 'football' wait... it's not football is it... that's right because you are in AMERCIA! It's Soccer for the love of all that is holy! I don't care if your team never won or did win. This is wrestling sweetheart and saying that you are 'on the same level' as me is just as ridiculous as you thinking you got in this final match up based on your abundant skills."
{The woman starts to inch away from her. Violet puts an hand on her arm, halting her movement}
"You know... Sparky... the girl who THINKS she's got this. Thinks she's got me all figured out. Well she didn't have it figured out last week when she limped away from the ring. Only reason she even has a second chance is because all the Barbies have gone back to Malibu."
"I don't know what you are talking...." the woman starts to respond but Violet shushes her.
"It's really amusing watching this girl try and show that she's not like all the other dolls in this company. She pulls her hair in a cute little pony tail and pulls a jersey over her head and proclaims to not be from the same cookie cutter. I got news for her... oh big news... Barbie comes in a whole lot of different models. Different outfits. Different occupations. Pretending to be the Tom Boy edition isn't going to change who you are.... and that is a loser. "
{Violet smiles at the girl beside her}
"Did you know that this whole time you were talking to the future Marquee Champion for LAW? You should be honoured. I'd give you an autograph but I'm not a Barbie. Only the dolls do that shit. I'm a talker. I talk to the fans. I don't have to buy them all with plastic representations of myself. With chemically whitened smiles and bleached hair almost to the roots. Only thing plastic on me love is my fun bags and that's only because I had none before now....but that doesn't make me one of them, no you see the difference between me and them is that i actually have something between my ears that isn't air."
{She giggles her ample chest a little and gives the girl a wink. She goes to speak again when the lights turn off and on signalling that the show is about to start. She sits in her seat properly and rubs her hands together in excitement. The camera looks down finally revealing that they are in a arena where a large wrestling ring is set up below them. The bleachers are all open indication that other than the floor seats it's general admission}
"I couldn't see my baby boi tonight since he's somewhere else but... I know a friend of his is going to be here tonight and I want... no I need to speak with her. I need to know what's going on and if need be, take care of some loose ends."
{Music starts to play and it's finally recognized to the fans that it's the opening riffs of Deliverance by Corrosion of Conformity. A lithe dark haired beauty comes out. She walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans as she climbs up the apron and flips herself over the top rope into the ring.}
"Introducing first... Hailing from the Bronx, New York it's Lacy Valentine!!!!"
{A odd smile peaks the corners of Violet's mouth as she watches her. The scene fades out as her opponent starts to make her entrance}
{Violet is leaning against the wall next to a door, there is a piece of white full scrap paper on the door with Lacy's name scrawled across it. Violet looks up when she sees the woman in question walking toward the door with a towel around her neck. She stops when she sees the red head standing there.}
Lacy: What the hell do you want?
{Violet feigns innocence}
Violet: Just a fan... wanted to get your autograph.
Lacy: Right...
{Lacy brushes past her and turns the handle of the door and finds it locked}
Lacy: Fucking shit....
{Violet smirks and reaches into her pocket and dangles a key on a chain with a paper tag on it. She waves it a little in front of her face}
Violet: Looking for this? I took the liberty of grabbing it for you to save you the trouble of having to go and get it after such a gruelling match. Sorry about the loss.
{Lacy goes to snatch it but Violet holds it away from her fingers and smirks}
Violet: You didn't say the magic word.
Lacy: Give me the fucking key before I rip your slutty face off.
{Violet pretends to be insulted and then starts to chuckle}
Violet: See this is exactly why it won't work between you two. You just don't have that extra something specail to take care of his needs... not like someone like... me perhaps could. You may be insanely violent but you are not crazy. Far from it.
Lacy: What in the blue hell are you going on about?
Violet: Drake of course. You know that your not good enough for him right? That's why it's not working anymore. You should give him to me. I'll take care of him.
{Lacy rolls her eyes}
Lacy: Really... Tell me something chicka.. what do you have that Alyssa, Electra Stevens, Kahlan Fischer and myself don't have?
{Violet leans in, still smiling}
Violet: It's not what I have... it's what I don't have. I don't have logical thoughts Lacy. Neither does Drake. Haven't you realized that? He can't be with a girl who is sane, he never could be that's why the relationships never work out, he's attracted to strong independent women but he's yet to find one that is like me....but me... oh me.... I have what he needs. You should just walk away but then again after what I saw on the show last week, I would think that it's already the beginning of the end anyway... isn't it?
{Lacy purses her lips, holding in the want to pound the younger girl into the wall behind her. Violet laughs and drops the key into the open palm of the darker haired woman}
Violet: Just think about it. Think of how much better it would be if I were to find him before he decides to become obsessed with that which he cant' have.
Lacy: I'm afraid its a little to late for that chicka. Drake is already obsessed with Diosa Alada.
{Violet shrugs}
Violet: He won't be once he gets a load of me. I have that affect on people you know. Anyway... have a good night Lacy...
{With a half giggle she puts a big red lolly pop on her mouth and turns on her heel, letting the heels of her long black boots click on the floor. Lacy watches her go, something else adding to her confusion and uncertainty from the last couple weeks}
{Violet puts a big red lollypop back in her mouth, looking at the person sitting next to her for an answer. The man gives her a weary look but pretends to ignore her question. Violet pulls the lolly out of her mouth with a loud obnoxious 'pop' sound}
"I'd like to see little Sparky Brewster's psychology diploma. Better yet I'd like to see her practice so that I could go in and tell all her so-called patients that she's only doing the whole doctor thing on weekends but really she likes to get in a ring and pretend to be a wrestler... now that's her real ambition. To take some clumsy ill timed shots and walk around a ring like a kid in her parent's too big high heels."
{The man shrugs and gets up from the bleacher and moves to another part of the gymnasium.}
"How Rude."
{She turns and sees a woman sitting in front of her so she jumps down fro her seat to sit beside her}
"You know if she spent more time trying to actually get some real skills then trying to pick apart how sane I am she might actually have a chance at the Marquee title"
{The woman looks at her confused}
"Sparky... no one gives a flying fuck if you like 'football' wait... it's not football is it... that's right because you are in AMERCIA! It's Soccer for the love of all that is holy! I don't care if your team never won or did win. This is wrestling sweetheart and saying that you are 'on the same level' as me is just as ridiculous as you thinking you got in this final match up based on your abundant skills."
{The woman starts to inch away from her. Violet puts an hand on her arm, halting her movement}
"You know... Sparky... the girl who THINKS she's got this. Thinks she's got me all figured out. Well she didn't have it figured out last week when she limped away from the ring. Only reason she even has a second chance is because all the Barbies have gone back to Malibu."
"I don't know what you are talking...." the woman starts to respond but Violet shushes her.
"It's really amusing watching this girl try and show that she's not like all the other dolls in this company. She pulls her hair in a cute little pony tail and pulls a jersey over her head and proclaims to not be from the same cookie cutter. I got news for her... oh big news... Barbie comes in a whole lot of different models. Different outfits. Different occupations. Pretending to be the Tom Boy edition isn't going to change who you are.... and that is a loser. "
{Violet smiles at the girl beside her}
"Did you know that this whole time you were talking to the future Marquee Champion for LAW? You should be honoured. I'd give you an autograph but I'm not a Barbie. Only the dolls do that shit. I'm a talker. I talk to the fans. I don't have to buy them all with plastic representations of myself. With chemically whitened smiles and bleached hair almost to the roots. Only thing plastic on me love is my fun bags and that's only because I had none before now....but that doesn't make me one of them, no you see the difference between me and them is that i actually have something between my ears that isn't air."
{She giggles her ample chest a little and gives the girl a wink. She goes to speak again when the lights turn off and on signalling that the show is about to start. She sits in her seat properly and rubs her hands together in excitement. The camera looks down finally revealing that they are in a arena where a large wrestling ring is set up below them. The bleachers are all open indication that other than the floor seats it's general admission}
"I couldn't see my baby boi tonight since he's somewhere else but... I know a friend of his is going to be here tonight and I want... no I need to speak with her. I need to know what's going on and if need be, take care of some loose ends."
{Music starts to play and it's finally recognized to the fans that it's the opening riffs of Deliverance by Corrosion of Conformity. A lithe dark haired beauty comes out. She walks down to the ring, ignoring the fans as she climbs up the apron and flips herself over the top rope into the ring.}
"Introducing first... Hailing from the Bronx, New York it's Lacy Valentine!!!!"
{A odd smile peaks the corners of Violet's mouth as she watches her. The scene fades out as her opponent starts to make her entrance}
***
{Violet is leaning against the wall next to a door, there is a piece of white full scrap paper on the door with Lacy's name scrawled across it. Violet looks up when she sees the woman in question walking toward the door with a towel around her neck. She stops when she sees the red head standing there.}
Lacy: What the hell do you want?
{Violet feigns innocence}
Violet: Just a fan... wanted to get your autograph.
Lacy: Right...
{Lacy brushes past her and turns the handle of the door and finds it locked}
Lacy: Fucking shit....
{Violet smirks and reaches into her pocket and dangles a key on a chain with a paper tag on it. She waves it a little in front of her face}
Violet: Looking for this? I took the liberty of grabbing it for you to save you the trouble of having to go and get it after such a gruelling match. Sorry about the loss.
{Lacy goes to snatch it but Violet holds it away from her fingers and smirks}
Violet: You didn't say the magic word.
Lacy: Give me the fucking key before I rip your slutty face off.
{Violet pretends to be insulted and then starts to chuckle}
Violet: See this is exactly why it won't work between you two. You just don't have that extra something specail to take care of his needs... not like someone like... me perhaps could. You may be insanely violent but you are not crazy. Far from it.
Lacy: What in the blue hell are you going on about?
Violet: Drake of course. You know that your not good enough for him right? That's why it's not working anymore. You should give him to me. I'll take care of him.
{Lacy rolls her eyes}
Lacy: Really... Tell me something chicka.. what do you have that Alyssa, Electra Stevens, Kahlan Fischer and myself don't have?
{Violet leans in, still smiling}
Violet: It's not what I have... it's what I don't have. I don't have logical thoughts Lacy. Neither does Drake. Haven't you realized that? He can't be with a girl who is sane, he never could be that's why the relationships never work out, he's attracted to strong independent women but he's yet to find one that is like me....but me... oh me.... I have what he needs. You should just walk away but then again after what I saw on the show last week, I would think that it's already the beginning of the end anyway... isn't it?
{Lacy purses her lips, holding in the want to pound the younger girl into the wall behind her. Violet laughs and drops the key into the open palm of the darker haired woman}
Violet: Just think about it. Think of how much better it would be if I were to find him before he decides to become obsessed with that which he cant' have.
Lacy: I'm afraid its a little to late for that chicka. Drake is already obsessed with Diosa Alada.
{Violet shrugs}
Violet: He won't be once he gets a load of me. I have that affect on people you know. Anyway... have a good night Lacy...
{With a half giggle she puts a big red lolly pop on her mouth and turns on her heel, letting the heels of her long black boots click on the floor. Lacy watches her go, something else adding to her confusion and uncertainty from the last couple weeks}