Post by The Circle Television Network on Jun 8, 2014 8:01:03 GMT -5
PUBLIC AUDITORIUM
Cleveland, Ohio
8 July, 2014
“Ms. Grey?” SoLo, her Personal Assistant, tapped Sidney lightly on her shoulder to get her attention. When she didn’t stir, SoLo tapped again, this time a bit more insistently. “Ms. Grey…they are ready for you.”
Sidney stirred and immediately swatted at the offending hand that had beckoned her from her slumber. She stretched as she looked around, bleary-eyed while she struggled to recall exactly where she was and what she was suppose to be doing. “Wha…? Where in the hell are we?!”
SoLo put her hand on Sidney’s shoulder as she leaned in close and whispered, “The press conference…” she paused to give Sidney a chance to digest what she was saying, “…for your debut in Ladies All-Star Wrestling.”
Sidney struggled to get herself together, then she paused as her phone vibrated. Sidney picked it up and read the Twitter message. She narrowed her eyes and angrily typed a message back, then slammed her phone down. “I swear before God, if one more person tweets me about that shit-head Carmen Diaz, I’ll fucking scream!” She took a deep breath, then suddenly her eyes brightened with recollection of where she was, and what she was supposed to be doing. She stood up abruptly, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them. “Oh shit!” she exclaimed to herself as she looked down at her assistant. “How do I look?”
SoLo stood and quickly made sure that Sidney looked like she hadn’t just awakened from a 3-day bender…like she actually had. SoLo had ensured that Sidney arrived at the press conference on time and she was dressed impeccably. The only thing that she couldn’t do was make sure that Sidney was coherent. As she looked her employer over she breathed a sigh of relief because somehow Sidney suddenly seemed bright eyed and bushy tailed, despite the obscene amount of alcohol she had ingested over the last 72 hours.
SoLo gave a nod, “You look beautiful Ms. Grey, like always.”
Sidney snorted as she rolled her eyes. “I obviously pay you way too much fucking money” she eyed SoLo critically, “…we may have to do something about that later.”
SoLo gave a half grin a she led Sidney to the entranceway, pausing at the open door as throngs of reporters and fans waited. “They are ready for you.” SoLo handed her a cup of hot espresso and watched as her employer chugged it down to fully wake herself, before handing her back the empty cup and walking out across the stage as cameras flashed and the crowd clamored. SoLo crossed her fingers in the hopes that Sidney would make a good showing for the public…instead of the usual mess she always seemed to make of things. It was out of her hands now…
CANDID MOMENT: SOLO | Working for Ms. Grey is the best job…and the worst job that I have ever had. I enjoy the adventure and the travel, it’s all very exciting. However, she isn’t exactly the easiest person in the world to work for. I knew that I would have my hands full when I agreed to take the job, but I wanted a challenge. On the plus side, I have developed a whole new set of skills that I didn’t know I had. I can switch seats with a drunk driver who is being chased by the police in a car going 90 miles per hour. I can provide a clean urine sample anytime of the day or night whenever Ms. Grey needs one for her parole officer. And just tonight I found out that I can get a completely unconscious woman dressed inside the back of a limousine in under 10 minutes! Not sure that I can use any of that on a resume…not sure I would want to. |
Back at the press conference, Sidney walked across the stage with all the practiced grace of the runway model she had once been following her initial wrestling career. She looked out over the crowd, but the faces were all a blur to her because of the hangover that circled her head like a fog. A less experienced drunk would never make it, but Sidney was no amateur.
As she approached the podium, she paused to pose and wave to the crowd, making sure they got only the best shots of her still magnificent body. She took a second to glance at her attire, for all she knew she was completely naked…it had happened before…and it was bound to happen again. Fortunately, she was more than appropriately dressed, in fact SoLo had done a marvelous job of dressing her. ‘Yep!’ she thought to herself, SoLo was being paid far too well when she was that detail oriented. She’d have to put a stop to it for sure.
She walked up to the podium and adjusted the microphone, her big brown eyes assessing the masses. This was her moment to make an impression and everything was just as it should be. The people were here, the cameras were on, and she was dressed to the absolute 9’s…maybe even the 10’s. Sidney leaned in close to the microphone, opened her mouth, and let fly with the longest and loudest burp that had ever been captured on video…
CANDID MOMENT: SIDNEY | Yeah, I burped! What’s the big fucking deal? I mean, it’s not like I farted…loud enough for anyone to hear at least! Besides, that was a lot wittier than anything that has ever come out of Carmen Diaz’s mouth. That just goes to show, you can take a hooker off the streets and clean her up nice for show and tell, but you’ll never be able to do anything about what comes out of her mouth…or what’s all been in it for that matter!! Old fucking Lady Wrestler MY ASS! We are going to have more than a few words Ms. Diaz…more than just a few goddamn words! |
Sidney leaned across the podium, practically draping herself over it as she looked out over the crowd. “Well?” she asked, “These fucking questions aren’t going to ask themselves!”
For a moment no one said a word as they all just looked around at one another, wondering who would be stupid enough to ask a question. Finally, one bold fellow stood up, eyeing Sidney critically. “Yes, I have a question…are you drunk right now?”
The crowd laughed as Sidney glared at the man and the rest of the crowd. Sidney slammed her hand down on the podium, causing the microphone to blare through the room with the sound of piercing feedback. “I know that you all think that I’m some kind of joke! You think that the only reason I am in Ladies All-Star Wrestling is to boost the rating for my reality show!” Her eye roamed the room, falling on each and every one of them. “Well, I am here to tell you…YOU’RE DAMN RIGHT!!”
Offstage, SoLo put her hand over her face as Sidney all but buried herself in front of the entire world. Certainly, it was the world’s worst kept secret, but when she herself gave voice to it, that made it all the more heinous. Domino, her Public Relations Representative, would not be happy about this and it would require a lot of damage control…maybe even more than she was capable of.
Oblivious to her Assistant’s musings, Sidney continued on, even as the crowd began to turn on her. “I am a publicity whore…and everyone in this goddamn room knows that! Everyone who watches my life unfold on television every week knows that! Everyone in LAW knows that!” She yanked the microphone off the mount and kicked the podium over, causing the crowd to gasp. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Sidney straddled the fallen podium, laying across it like a large jungle cat.
Sidney smirked, “I am into self promotion…BIG FUCKING DEAL! Everyone else is as well, I just get vilified because I don’t hide it! I don’t hide anything about myself…not like the rest of you hypocrites!” The crowd continued to boo her, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. “I came to LAW to do what I could to keep my show on the air…and if that upsets some of you, I couldn’t care less! That’s the damn facts and I’m not going to sugarcoat it so I can be a fucking sheep like the rest of you!”
“YOU’RE DRUNK! GET OFF THE STAGE!!” someone yelled out from the crowd.
Sidney sat up, “Get off? GET OFF?!!” She threw back her head an laughed. “PLEASE!! You goddamn vultures want me on this stage…you want me in that ring next Sunday…you want me sloppy fucking drunk and you want me saying and doing whatever hell I want, because it gives you something to write about…something to talk about…a reason to think you are better than me.” She smiled, “But that’s just it…none of you are better than me…and that’s why you’re all here…that’s why you’ll all buy tickets to this event. You’ll all get behind whomever I am scheduled to wrestle…as well as that vapid windbag, Carman Diaz, that idiot interviewer that Sid has been soooooo mean to and you’ll cheer them on, hoping that one of them will take me down a few pegs…maybe even take me down to your level.” She chuckled mirthlessly, “But I’ve never been that low…and I never will!”
The crowd was on the verge of rioting, but Sidney didn’t stop. “Each and every one of you want me to go out there and fail, but I have news for you all…I am the reason that people are going to turn the channel to LAW next weekend! I am the reason that people are going to flock to one of the shittiest states in the country and slap down good money to get into the Public Auditorium in Cleveland!”
Sid sighed as she leaned back and listened to the uproar over her inflammatory comments. It was truly like music to her ears. This was going to be rating gold for her and her show…she could practically feel her stock rising. She turned her attention back to the conference. “LAW has been chugging right along without me…doing a fine job of holding its own against reruns of Bones and Law & Order, but Lucas Dupree is no dummy…he knows who can butter his bread best around here! That’s why he signed me!”
CANDID MOMENT: SIDNEY | Hummmmm…Lucas Dupree…that is a fine piece of man. Seriously…when I signed with the company, he just seemed like a kinda…I don’t know, run of the mill grease monkey who was only interested in being Fast & Furious with his car collection. My, how things seemed to have changed! Now that I have been here for a week…I have certainly changed my opinion on Mr. Dupree! I mean, the man is…is…ELECTRIFYING! If he wasn’t my Boss, I’d screw his damn brains out! Of course, I am a professional, so there will be none of that. If he wants to bang me, he’ll have to ask…just like everyone else! Grrrrrrrrrr!!! |
As the scene flashed back to the conference, one reporter yelled out over the restless crowd, “IF YOU’RE SO GREAT, WHY ARE YOU IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CARD?!! WHY AREN’T YOU IN THE MAIN EVENT?!!”
Sidney narrowed her gaze on the man, focusing on him with laser-like precision through the alcohol-induced haze that seemed to constantly be around her. “YOU’RE RIGHT…I SHOULD BE CLOSING THE FUCKING SHOW, BUT BECAUSE I HAVE TO SHARE THE RING WITH A CURTAIN JERKING NO-BODY, I GET FUCKED OVER!!” Sidney sat up, her eyes narrowed, “I am bigger than Angel Kash, I don’t care how much money she has! Instead of spending all of her less-than hard earned money on trying to become as famous as I am, she should focus on a more attainable goal, like learning how to actually fucking wrestle!”
Sidney threw her head back and laughed, “This really is nothing more than a horrible joke! No one is even going to give a shit about the other 2 matches before or the 3 matches after mine!” She paused and gave a shrug, “No disrespect to them…I’m just more interesting and a bigger draw…it happens. Get over it jealous bitches!”
Another reporter in the crowd spoke up. “Those other women have been in LAW and other wrestling organizations, making names for themselves, paying dues. What gives you the right to run them or anyone else down? Looks like a shameless attempt to just put yourself over instead!”
Sidney chuckled as she smirked. “Ohhhh, aren’t you cute! Speaking the wrestling lingo and everything! Listen up sparky! There is a reason why you’re a loser ass mark and all of the rest of these dim bulbs around you pay good money to see what I do…because you can’t do it!” This elicited a cascade of boos from the crowd, but Sidney didn’t stop. “To answer your question about what right I have to talk about them…well…plain and simple I’m the reason why there will be asses in the seats! The ONE thing that Carmen Diaz got right was the fact that I AM in fact AWESOME and certifiably LEGENDARY! After I destroy Kash and send her running out of LAW and the wrestling business…there won’t be any need for me to ‘put myself over’ or ‘pay any dues’ because everyone in that locker room will be on fucking notice…Sidney Grey has arrived, and the fucking game has changed!”
The crowd continued to boo, but Sidney seemed completely unfazed, as she smiled deviously, “Now, if you’ll excuse me…I think someone mentioned something about me being drunk. I’m not there yet…but I’m about to be!”
Sid dropped the microphone and pushed herself off the overturned podium. The crowd was in a frenzy over her disrespectful, so-called press conference. Sidney gave them all the finger as she kicked the podium over the edge of the stage and it hit the floor with a satisfying crash.
As she walked back to SoLo, she couldn’t stop grinning. “God! Did you see their stupid faces?! They…are…PISSED!!”
SoLo peeked around the edge of the doorway and quickly tuned and followed Sidney, who was already well down the hall. She ran up behind her employer, “Ms. Grey…do you think that was a good idea? I mean…it’s not like anyone else in LAW needs a reason to hate you.” She wrung her hands nervously. “I’m just saying that…”
Sidney stopped in her tracks, and glared at SoLo. “I don’t tell you how to kill whales and fry rice, so don’t tell me how to cut a goddamn promo!” Sidney poked her hard in the chest. “The bitches here need to know their place and they all need to know that I am NOT afraid of them! The same goes for that jizz-bag border rat Carmen Diaz!” She started to turn and walk away, then she stopped and turned back. “I am going to have a word or two with Lucas Dupree about that bitch!” Sidney sneered as she muttered under her breath, “…goddamn tramp…” as she walked away, “That dumb hooker needs to watch her fucking mouth before someone ends up giving a call to Immigration! We’ll see how funny you think you are when they ship your ass back to Mexico!”
Sidney walked off and SoLo reluctantly followed behind her. She could only imagine what the rest of the week would bring…