Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2017 17:16:37 GMT -5
Tales From Monmouth County III: Future? Not Even the Present.
PROLOGUE:
Ashley felt the double foot stomp as it impacted her face. Stars ran across her field of vision as she heard the referee count, ONE, TWO…..THREE! Then realization set in, she’d gone from being a World champion to being an absolute loser in just three matches.
Standing up and falling against the ring ropes, she looked out at the crowd and all she could hear was booing. This wasn’t even heat for her character, this was heat because right now she was a loser. Right there and then, she questioned exactly why she was still doing this. She’d passed the torch to her protégé just a week before and now she was in the L column twice. So much for the Future of Female Wrestling…..
SCENE ONE: DEEP BLUE DAY (Brian Eno: 1983)
Stepping through the ropes, the heavy catcalling burrowing into her mind as she did so, Ash made her way to the backstage area, taking one last look at the crowd before she walked through the curtain.
Screaming, she took out the whole catering table with one swift chop, turning to Emily and yelling at her.
”Emily, I’m useless! I don’t see any point in you keeping any sort of attachment to me. As your friend, I think it best that I leave your services, at least until I can get my head sorted out. I don’t fit your vision any more, Em. I think you’ve got some great acquisitions in Jenni and Gabriel, but I just don’t fit, right now. I wish you the best, you know that, right?”
Emily nodded and made her way out, back to London to meet up with another potential client. Ashley continued on, back to her dressing room, where she slammed the door shut and put Underworld: Born Slippy on on her Ipod, the Bluetooth speaker doing it’s magic as Ashley’s room was filled with the sound.
Looking down at the attire she’d just lost in, she felt physically sick, heaving into the toilet bowl until no more would come out. Slumping down, she felt the first hint of tears and instead of fighting it, she let them fall. She was The Future No More.
Walking over to her dresser, she took some scissors out. Pulling her top forward, she cut it in two, also taking her bra with it. Standing there topless, she then did the same with the hot pants, throwing them to the floor nonchalantly. As naked as the day she was born, she took one second to admire herself in the mirror before breaking into fresh sobs. Throwing her whole attire to the floor, she walked into the shower, attempting to wash some of the shame off of her.
SCENE TWO: TRAINSPOTTING
Life for young Aislynn Marie Moore was pretty damn good. Her grades could have been a little better, but she was dating easily the hottest guy in the whole school and she was a cheerleader! She was quite literally living the American dream (If you were a dopey, vacuous teenage girl anyway, which Aislynn was). She never had to worry about money as her parents were stinking rich and it appeared that she was going to get into one of the prestigious colleges. However, her whole world was going to come crashing down.
For weeks, she’d been getting giggles thrown her way by people that she considered friends and she knew something was up but it was when the little whispers started that she really began to worry. She’d heard it all. “She was a lesbian”, “She couldn’t please her boyfriend and that’s why he was fucking Tiffany”. She’d even heard one preposterous rumor saying that she was a little bit “Teethy when giving a blowjob”. The fact that she’d not even had a cock near her mouth ever not withstanding, it was still upsetting to essentially be the butt of a joke that she didn’t even know the punchline to.
One day it had all hit boiling point when she finally saw it for herself and realized why she had been the butt of some cruel joke for weeks. Tiffany and Ashley’s boyfriend kissing! It wasn’t even like it was in a private place either, it was right in the middle of a crowd, the little slut even having her hand on his crotch as she did so. Aislynn did the walk of shame as people started laughing, Tiffany and Aislynn’s now ex laughing along with them. This of course caused a reaction in our favourite New Jersey native that she was not expecting at all. Anger. She’d expected to just curl up into a ball and hide herself away, however, all she felt was sheer rage. She’d had weeks of hearing little rumors and having snide comments shot her way, but this had just taken the cake and she felt her fists clench, almost against her own will. Then, the next few moments were a blur.
Seeing the claret streams down Tiffany’s nose and hearing the crunch of her nose bone as her fist impacted it filled Aislynn with a strange euphoria and she quickly realized that she couldn’t stop as another fist hit, this time connecting with the girl’s cheekbone. The scumbag boyfriend was now backpedaling as Aislynn advanced on him, making sure to give Tiffany a kick to the stomach as she did so.
His begging and pleading fell on deaf ears as Aislynn completely lost control and just aimed her foot straight toward the area she’d supposedly had trouble pleasuring. Of course, he had no time to get out of the way and her foot connected with his balls and he fell to the floor, screaming in a much higher pitch than he was known for. Aislynn, stood over him and punched him in the face once again, breaking another nose in the process. The crowd looked on in shock as she turned on them.
Aislynn Marie Moore
”You all happy now!?! Must be fucking nice to see the Queen Bee get taken down a peg or two huh?.”
It was then, as she came to the sick realization that her boyfriend had not only cheated on her, but with one of her friends as well. She was a social pariah around the school and more importantly, she was more than likely going to be suspended, or worse, expelled. That realization had finally forced the tears to come and she fell to her knees, some of the crowd now beginning to rush to her in a show of false sympathy.
Suffice to say, she had been suspended and her hope of a prestigious college were pretty much out of the window. However, she was no longer interested in cheering on a bunch of jocks as they chased a pigskin full of wind around a field. She was more interested in being one of those jocks!
SCENE THREE: BORN SLIPPY (Underworld: 1996)
Ashley stood, in her new attire, red and black, emblazoned with the word “Ashley” both on her crotch and ass, with a microphone in hand.
”Well, who saw that one coming eh? Every one of you people saw me staring at the lights two weeks ago and many were calling for the end of the Future of Female Wrestling. You’ll be glad to know that I’ve already cast her off. She is no more a matter than this match. I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen my opponents and most of them are not even worth my PISS! The only one that really matters to me is Milisandre Crowthorne. You see, she spoke about us being stable buddies and I agree, we are. I also agree that we need to forget that come this match and that she is The Antediluvian Queen.”
”Mil, look, I love you like a sister and you know that, we will go for a few drinks afterwards. But here’s where we agree completely, inside that squared circle we are enemies! Inside that ring, I ain’t your friend. I am going out there to decapitate you and take my name back. It’s been too damn long that I actually believed that I was indeed the Queen Bee of this sport, but I’m starting to believe it again.”
She took a little walk, taking in the surroundings, before taking the microphone again.
”I’ve not had the best run in the LAW but I intend to turn that around fully and I’m sorry to say this, but Mili, it starts with you. We will sit there and giggle about it afterwards and I swear that I will buy you a beer afterward, but for the time being I am you’re very clear threat. I’m walking into the MGM Grand as nothing, I’m walking in as a loser. But I’m walking back out as Ashley Williams!”
She threw the mic down and walked off, muttering something about lesbianism in efeds #meta
PROLOGUE:
Ashley felt the double foot stomp as it impacted her face. Stars ran across her field of vision as she heard the referee count, ONE, TWO…..THREE! Then realization set in, she’d gone from being a World champion to being an absolute loser in just three matches.
Standing up and falling against the ring ropes, she looked out at the crowd and all she could hear was booing. This wasn’t even heat for her character, this was heat because right now she was a loser. Right there and then, she questioned exactly why she was still doing this. She’d passed the torch to her protégé just a week before and now she was in the L column twice. So much for the Future of Female Wrestling…..
SCENE ONE: DEEP BLUE DAY (Brian Eno: 1983)
Stepping through the ropes, the heavy catcalling burrowing into her mind as she did so, Ash made her way to the backstage area, taking one last look at the crowd before she walked through the curtain.
Screaming, she took out the whole catering table with one swift chop, turning to Emily and yelling at her.
”Emily, I’m useless! I don’t see any point in you keeping any sort of attachment to me. As your friend, I think it best that I leave your services, at least until I can get my head sorted out. I don’t fit your vision any more, Em. I think you’ve got some great acquisitions in Jenni and Gabriel, but I just don’t fit, right now. I wish you the best, you know that, right?”
Emily nodded and made her way out, back to London to meet up with another potential client. Ashley continued on, back to her dressing room, where she slammed the door shut and put Underworld: Born Slippy on on her Ipod, the Bluetooth speaker doing it’s magic as Ashley’s room was filled with the sound.
Looking down at the attire she’d just lost in, she felt physically sick, heaving into the toilet bowl until no more would come out. Slumping down, she felt the first hint of tears and instead of fighting it, she let them fall. She was The Future No More.
Walking over to her dresser, she took some scissors out. Pulling her top forward, she cut it in two, also taking her bra with it. Standing there topless, she then did the same with the hot pants, throwing them to the floor nonchalantly. As naked as the day she was born, she took one second to admire herself in the mirror before breaking into fresh sobs. Throwing her whole attire to the floor, she walked into the shower, attempting to wash some of the shame off of her.
SCENE TWO: TRAINSPOTTING
Life for young Aislynn Marie Moore was pretty damn good. Her grades could have been a little better, but she was dating easily the hottest guy in the whole school and she was a cheerleader! She was quite literally living the American dream (If you were a dopey, vacuous teenage girl anyway, which Aislynn was). She never had to worry about money as her parents were stinking rich and it appeared that she was going to get into one of the prestigious colleges. However, her whole world was going to come crashing down.
For weeks, she’d been getting giggles thrown her way by people that she considered friends and she knew something was up but it was when the little whispers started that she really began to worry. She’d heard it all. “She was a lesbian”, “She couldn’t please her boyfriend and that’s why he was fucking Tiffany”. She’d even heard one preposterous rumor saying that she was a little bit “Teethy when giving a blowjob”. The fact that she’d not even had a cock near her mouth ever not withstanding, it was still upsetting to essentially be the butt of a joke that she didn’t even know the punchline to.
One day it had all hit boiling point when she finally saw it for herself and realized why she had been the butt of some cruel joke for weeks. Tiffany and Ashley’s boyfriend kissing! It wasn’t even like it was in a private place either, it was right in the middle of a crowd, the little slut even having her hand on his crotch as she did so. Aislynn did the walk of shame as people started laughing, Tiffany and Aislynn’s now ex laughing along with them. This of course caused a reaction in our favourite New Jersey native that she was not expecting at all. Anger. She’d expected to just curl up into a ball and hide herself away, however, all she felt was sheer rage. She’d had weeks of hearing little rumors and having snide comments shot her way, but this had just taken the cake and she felt her fists clench, almost against her own will. Then, the next few moments were a blur.
Seeing the claret streams down Tiffany’s nose and hearing the crunch of her nose bone as her fist impacted it filled Aislynn with a strange euphoria and she quickly realized that she couldn’t stop as another fist hit, this time connecting with the girl’s cheekbone. The scumbag boyfriend was now backpedaling as Aislynn advanced on him, making sure to give Tiffany a kick to the stomach as she did so.
His begging and pleading fell on deaf ears as Aislynn completely lost control and just aimed her foot straight toward the area she’d supposedly had trouble pleasuring. Of course, he had no time to get out of the way and her foot connected with his balls and he fell to the floor, screaming in a much higher pitch than he was known for. Aislynn, stood over him and punched him in the face once again, breaking another nose in the process. The crowd looked on in shock as she turned on them.
Aislynn Marie Moore
”You all happy now!?! Must be fucking nice to see the Queen Bee get taken down a peg or two huh?.”
It was then, as she came to the sick realization that her boyfriend had not only cheated on her, but with one of her friends as well. She was a social pariah around the school and more importantly, she was more than likely going to be suspended, or worse, expelled. That realization had finally forced the tears to come and she fell to her knees, some of the crowd now beginning to rush to her in a show of false sympathy.
Suffice to say, she had been suspended and her hope of a prestigious college were pretty much out of the window. However, she was no longer interested in cheering on a bunch of jocks as they chased a pigskin full of wind around a field. She was more interested in being one of those jocks!
SCENE THREE: BORN SLIPPY (Underworld: 1996)
Ashley stood, in her new attire, red and black, emblazoned with the word “Ashley” both on her crotch and ass, with a microphone in hand.
”Well, who saw that one coming eh? Every one of you people saw me staring at the lights two weeks ago and many were calling for the end of the Future of Female Wrestling. You’ll be glad to know that I’ve already cast her off. She is no more a matter than this match. I’ve seen it all, I’ve seen my opponents and most of them are not even worth my PISS! The only one that really matters to me is Milisandre Crowthorne. You see, she spoke about us being stable buddies and I agree, we are. I also agree that we need to forget that come this match and that she is The Antediluvian Queen.”
”Mil, look, I love you like a sister and you know that, we will go for a few drinks afterwards. But here’s where we agree completely, inside that squared circle we are enemies! Inside that ring, I ain’t your friend. I am going out there to decapitate you and take my name back. It’s been too damn long that I actually believed that I was indeed the Queen Bee of this sport, but I’m starting to believe it again.”
She took a little walk, taking in the surroundings, before taking the microphone again.
”I’ve not had the best run in the LAW but I intend to turn that around fully and I’m sorry to say this, but Mili, it starts with you. We will sit there and giggle about it afterwards and I swear that I will buy you a beer afterward, but for the time being I am you’re very clear threat. I’m walking into the MGM Grand as nothing, I’m walking in as a loser. But I’m walking back out as Ashley Williams!”
She threw the mic down and walked off, muttering something about lesbianism in efeds #meta