Post by paramour on Jul 5, 2014 22:10:15 GMT -5
INT. METROPOLITAN FITNESS - AFTERNOON
Our scene opens up inside "Metropolitan Fitness" in Sunnyside, Washington, the small town that L.A.W. newcomer PRISCILLA PRICE now calls home. It is no coincidence that the Manhattan native, the notorious "Metropolitan Mistress" has taken residence in a quaint and quiet town to focus on her new career. After all, that was the plan-- stay out of the limelight, find refuge from the stares and whispers and drama and all of the other baggage that came from being publicly coined with such terms as "home wrecker," "'Fatal Attraction' personified," "unstable," and "a woman without the capacity to tell the truth." That was the plan-- a fresh start, free of drama-- at least, that's what Priscilla professed to be the plan.
"Metropolitan Fitness" was Marty's idea. For those new to the story, when we speak of Marty, we are speaking of MARTY SUNSHINE, ESQ., Priscilla Price's counsel, confidante, and manager-- the one many who has been in the thick of it with her from the beginning. Marty had made a big investment in Priscilla Price-- he had big plans and high hopes for her. Investing in a gym for Priscilla Price and calling in "Metropolitan Fitness"-- a name that played on the "Metropolitan Mistress" moniker that, for better or worse, made Priscilla Price a household name-- was genius. Marty knew what nobody other than him and Priscilla Price knew (and there was a chance that she didn't know either): that the it would not take long before Priscilla became unhinged and the drama started back up, and an unhinged Priscilla Price in the thick of the drama, against the backdrop of an all woman's wrestling organization, was a cash cow. He was already working on selling the rights to her story to film producers. Marty's wheels were always turning.
Take this instance. Marty is standing outside of the woman's locker room, with a camera crew from Ladies All-Star Wrestling, waiting for Priscilla Price to emerge from the lockers following an intense workout. He knew that will all of the talk and the backstory and the Twitter hype of Priscilla, it was time for L.A.W. to get up close and personal with the woman they called "The Paramour."
Priscilla emerges from the locker room in a frenzy.
MARTY: And here she is now, ladies and gentlemen, Priscilla Pr--
Priscilla clenches her fists and screams at the top of her lungs-- a horrible, piercing scream that literally causes Marty to jump.
PRISCILLA: Aagggghhhh!!!!! Marty!!!!!!
Marty is in a panic.
MARTY: What? What is it, Priscilla?
PRISCILLA: Come, come look at this !
Priscilla charges into the woman's locker room and Marty, along with the camera crew, follow suit.
INT. METROPOLITAN FITNESS - WOMAN'S LOCKER ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Inside, Priscilla leads Marty to the sinks, and shoots her hand in the direction of the mirrors, pointing to the large "A" written in dark red lipstick, and the message under it, which reads:
"LEAVE L.A.W., WHORE!"
Priscilla is trembling. She grabs hold of two handfuls of her hair and clenches tightly. She turns to Marty.
PRISCILLA: It's happening again...Already, it's happening again....It's happening again!!!
Suddenly, something goes off in her head, a moment of clarity perhaps-- it's unclear. Priscilla stands upright and shoots a look into the camera.
PRISCILLA: I know who did this. It was you, Skye Sparks, wasn't it!? I'm on to you. I know this was you, and I know that our match is no coincidence! I know that you hand picked me, and I know what it's about!
Priscilla takes a moment to calm down, catch her breath and regain control of her emotions.
PRISCILLA: It's about Fergus, isn't it? How did you find out? I know he didn't tell you because he didn't want you to know, so how'd you find out? Let me tell you something, Skye, I don't know what the fuck your problem is, if this is about your secret little crush on Fergus or you just don't like seeing your best friend's brother happy, but stay out of my business! This--
Priscilla points to the slanderous warning on the mirror.
PRISCILLA: This is unacceptable...It's UNACCEPTABLE!!!
Priscilla pauses again, shaking, taking the moment that she needs to take when she's on the verge of losing complete control. She reigns herself in, and then smiles, a malicious, sadistic smile.
PRISCILLA: Ooops. It's just occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, Fergus wasn't the one to tell you. Maybe you found out from somewhere else.
Priscilla's expression changes again, to one of genuine concern.
PRISCILLA: Fergus, if you're watching this, I'm sorry. I know you told me you didn't want Skye to know about us. Just know that I completely understand that you will need to deny it her, which is okay. I know the process, you need time to make sure that you're making the right decision, so keep denying it, baby-- it will be our little secret.
Priscilla winks into the camera. And then her expression changes again, to a savage.
PRISCILLA: I'm sorry, Skye, but you blew your chance with Fergus. Just like every other woman who doesn't know a good thing when she has it until its gone, you have nobody but yourself to blame. Now stay the fuck out of my affairs, my gym, and my way, or I am going to make you unattractive to every man you encounter. You want a war? You want me out of L.A.W.? Well come throw me out. It's not gonna happen. No, what's gonna happen is that I am going to make an example of you-- an example for every other woman in this organization who thinks she has a problem with me, who thinks she is going to judge me for my past and who I am, who thinks she is gonna intimidate me. I'll cripple you, and the worst part about it, Fergus won't even be there to comfort you.
FADE TO BLACK