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La Fortuna, a digital camera, and illegal activity. All in a day's work!
Topic Started: Jul 24 2009, 09:29 PM (89 Views)
Christian Delamico


WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ROLEPLAY HAS CRUDE AND FOUL LANGUAGE AND DISCRIMINATION. THESE VIEWS ARE NOT OF THE HANDLER BUT OF THE CHARACTER. THE FOLLOWING VIEWS DO NOT REPRESENT OLEKSA DRACHEWYCH OR SUPREME CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING. IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED STOP READING NOW. IF NOT ... CONTINUE ... AND ENJOY!

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The scene fades in with a shot outside the Victorian mansion. We hear a female start talking as the camera switch to the inside. We see Peyton sitting on her custom made white Louis Vuitton couch flipping through the television stations as she hollers at someone not in the room.

Peyton:Would you hurry up! The show's fixing to come on!

Peyton stretches out her legs on the couch as a petite brunette who looks to be in her early twenties comes walking in the room caring two plates of steamed vegetables. She hands one of the plates to Peyton and takes a seat at the end of the sofa.

Peyton: Did you bring the Worcestershire sauce?

The brunette looked at Peyton with sad eyes.

Woman: Shit ... hang on.

She set her plate down on the small end table and took off running back towards the kitchen. Peyton just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

Peyton:You know Lesleigh ... I don't know why I even hired you. You've got shit for brains. If you weren't so damn pretty I swear I'd send you back to Texas in a heart beat.

The brunette, now known as Lesleigh, comes running back into the living room carrying a bottle of Worcestershire sauce. She hands it over to Peyton and retakes her seat at the end of the couch.

Lesleigh: Aw come on now Peyton. You know damn well that you wouldn't make it through a single day without me.

Peyton smiled as she poured what looked like half the bottle of Worcestershire sauce over the vegetables. Lesleigh just shook her head.

Peyton: What?

Lesleigh: You're drowning out the taste of the vegetables without even tasting them.

Peyton: Well ... I tasted them last time. Trust me ... they need this.

Lesleigh: Kiss my ass!

Peyton smiled as she set the bottle down on the table. She stabbed her fork into the mixed vegetables before speaking again.

Peyton: You'd like that wouldn't you?

Lesleigh looked over at her but decided not to answer her question. Peyton decided to leave the subject alone. They sat in silence for a minute or two before Peyton spoke again.

Peyton: What's on the itinerary for tomorrow?

Lesleigh picked up a wine glass filled with some brand of white wine and took a sip before answering.

Lesleigh: You've got a photo shoot with Marc Jacobs at ten a.m. Then you have a three o'clock with Oleksa Drachewych to sign your contract for SCW. You can't be late for that meeting Peyton. The fashion world knows you and you're at the top of the game, but from what I've gathered about Oleksa; he doesn't play around. The wrestling world is one hundred percent different than high fashion.

Peyton rolled her eyes while shaking her head. Lesleigh quickly caught on to the look of disconcern.

Lesleigh: Peyton I'm serious.

Peyton held her hand out as to say 'stop!'

Peyton: Lesleigh, what's my name?

Lesleigh: Peyton.

Peyton: My full name.

Lesleigh: Peyton Marie Scarborough.

Peyton: Exactly! I'm Peyton Marie Scarborough. I'm the number one super model in the world. I'm the highest grossing super model in the last twenty years. I've made millions upon millions for doing absolutely nothing. I stand there while people like you dress me, fix my hair, fix my make up, and jump every time I bark out an order. I have every major designer on speed dial. They beg me to be seen wearing their clothes, shoes, sunglasses, or hats. After saying all of that, do you honestly think I'm gonna fret on a three o'clock meeting with Ol...

Lesleigh: Oleksa Drachewych.

Peyton: Yeah ... him. He's now known simply as O. Understood?

Lesleigh: Understood.

Peyton: Good. Now I've done my research on SCW ... well ... I read what you researched and it's nice to see Supreme Championship Wrestling has been around as long as they have. They're a well established federation known world wide ... not nearly as known as me ... but they're doing ok for themselves. I mean really ... no one will ever be as known as me ... but they can't help that. But from what I read from your notes, I thought your 'wrestling' guy on the inside told you that O decided to close the federation?

Lesleigh: Well he did but then the next day he changed his mind. It all happened all of a sudden that no one there or in the wrestling world knows what's really going on.

Peyton: I know what's going on.

Lesleigh: You do?

Peyton: Honey, I always know what's going on. O was going to close SCW but then he caught word that myself, Peyton Marie Scarborough, was interested in coming to the SCW, so he took everything that he said about closing the federation down back, while making himself look like a complete ass, and 'reopened' the SCW the next day.

Lesleigh: So he kept the federation open just for you?

Peyton smiled.

Peyton: Not for me. Because of me. He's trying to use my name as a commodity. He sees it as a brilliant business move because of the millions and millions of people that will be tuning in now because I'm there. Here's a little known fact.

Lesleigh: What's that?

Peyton: Did you know that O has already told the merchandise people to have some things ready with my name on them for when I enter the building next week?

Lesleigh just shook her head no.

Lesleigh: No, I did not know that.

Peyton: What the hell! It's your job to know these things. Anyways, while I admire his admiration of me and everything, how in the hell did he already get permission from the Louis Vuitton house to create merchandise for me?

Lesleigh: You can't be serious Peyton. You know damn well that Oleksa ...

Peyton: O.

Lesleigh: Fine O. You know damn well that O. doesn't have that much power. Marc Jacobs and the Louis Vuitton house are not going to give him permission to make you Louis Vuitton SCW merchandise. Besides, the SCW would go broke trying to make all of your merchandise with Louis Vuitton.

Peyton: What the hell do they expect me to wear then?

Lesleigh: Um I don't know, maybe, cotton, polyester, you know, 'common' fabrics.

Peyton's jaw dropped and she looked like she lost her best friend.

Peyton: Who are you! Cotton?!? Polyester?!? OH MY GOD! That's absolutely fucking disgusting! I'm sure as hell not black so I don't need anything to do with cotton. As far as the old ladies 'Poly' and 'Ester' how dare you insult my house by saying those horrible, degrading words in here. What the hell are you thinking?

Lesleigh knew she had messed up when she said it. All she could do now was take the ass chewing.

Lesleigh: I wasn't. I'm sorry!

Peyton: EXACTLY! YOU WASN'T THINKING! There is nothing common about me. I'm Peyton Marie Scarborough for God's sake. Look around Lesleigh. Do you see anything common about this place?

Peyton didn't wait for an answer.

Peyton: No you don't. So don't you dare make that mistake again.
Peyton leans up and slides her plate across the coffee table. She grabs her glass of wine and stands up.

Lesleigh: Where are you going?

Peyton didn't even slow down as she answered.

Peyton: To bed. Suddenly, I don't have an appetite. Be sure to lock up when you leave.

What was supposed to be a good night of watching TV and hanging out suddenly turned sour. Lesleigh sat there and finished off her plate of vegetables and her glass of wine before getting up and taking everything to the kitchen. She grabbed Peyton's plate and threw the food in the garbage disposal. She cleaned up the mess in the kitchen and made sure everything was spotless before grabbing her purse and keys. She looked around the living room to make sure everything was in order before leaving the mansion. The scene fades with Lesleigh closing and locking the front door.

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It's been almost twelve hours since Peyton exploded on Lesleigh for what was said to be 'disgraceful' words spoken in the Palace of Phashion. Lesleigh didn't get much sleep because of all the tossing and turning. She hated upsetting Peyton and she knew that as soon as she said 'common' in Peyton's presence that she had royally fucked up. As Peyton so clearly pointed out last night, there was nothing common about anything PMS. Though she couldn't decide whether or not she was upset because Peyton screamed at her or because she actually hated seeing Peyton upset. Being Peyton's best friend, confidant, publicist, and all-around go getter for the last ten years or so, they had developed such a kindred relationship that they could finish each other's sentences, phrases, and thoughts. Now tired and moody Lesleigh had to face her best friend this morning to make sure that she was up for the Marc Jacobs photo shoot.

It was eight a.m. and the weather in Santa Monica was perfect. The sun was bright, there was not a cloud in the sky, and the already eighty degree temperature felt great on her skin this morning. Lesleigh pulled her metallic purple 2010 BMW Z4 through the security fence and up the driveway, parking in front of the Palace of Phashion. She grabbed two coffee cups from the cup holders and stepped out of the Beemer. Though she didn't sleep the night before that didn't stop her from trying to look her best. Hell she had too ... it was expected. As she stepped out of the car we could see the deep purple Dolce and Gabbana cocktail dress. Living in California the last two years she had developed a glowing olive complexion, and the deep purple set off her skin tone brilliantly. She was pretty tall, standing at five feet nine inches and you would think she was taller just by looking at her legs; they seemed to go on forever! She topped the outfit off with some stunning Manolo Blahnik Terreohos. The three inch heels forced her to have the perfect 'model' posture that Peyton was always looking for because as Peyton would say: "You can't look like you're Quasimodo!" Her flowing mahogany brown hair was curled all the way down to her shoulders and her makeup was applied perfectly. Standing next to any other woman she would have been the prettiest girl in the room, but when she stood next to Peyton, like she did every day, all the attention was focused on Peyton. This didn't bother her though, because even Lesleigh herself couldn't keep her eyes off of Peyton. So if she couldn't, how could she expect anyone else to?
Lesleigh balances both coffees in her left hand while getting her keys from her purse. Peyton's drinking a Cinnamon Spice Mocha with four Espresso shots dropped in it to give it that 'kick' that supermodel needs. Lesleigh is drinking a double blended Caramel Frappuccino. She manages to get the front door unlocked and opened without spilling the hot coffee all over herself. She walked in and closed the door behind using her right leg to swing it shut.

Peyton: Lesleigh? Is that you?

Lesleigh: Yeah Peyton it's me.

Peyton walked out of the kitchen wearing a flowing Christian Dior pink nightgown. Her long blond hair was pulled back to a single pony tail and as she walked towards Lesleigh the light from one of the skylights seemed to cast a spotlight-like-glow over her body. She truly looked like an angel walking out of heaven. Lesleigh handed her Espresso to her as Peyton gave her a knowing smile.

Peyton: Thank God you're here! And thank you for the coffee! You couldn't imagine how bad I felt for walking out our movie night last night. I don't know what got over me Lesleigh. It's just that you know how much pride I take in everything I do so it was horrifying hearing those words ya know?

Lesleigh smiled as she followed Peyton into the living room. They both took a seat on the couch.

Lesleigh: Ya ... about that ... I'm so sorry for mentioning those words within the Palace of Phashion Peyton. I didn't mean to dishonor the house. It won't happen again.

Both girls were quite for a moment as they took sips of their drinks. Peyton broke the silence with a slight giggle.

Peyton: I hate when we fight. You're the only one that really gets me and I know that sometimes I let things get out of hand and my ego starts sneaking back in, but that's just who I am. I'm sorry too! Hug?

Peyton and Lesleigh set the coffee cups down on the coffee table and embraced each other with a sisterly hug. Well, what was supposed to be a sisterly hug. As they sat there locked in the embrace, Lesleigh took a moment to take in the smells coming from Peyton. Her hair smelled of natural botanical flowers; her skin of lavender and honey. The smells coming from this beautiful women were exquisite and Lesleigh felt that all too familiar feeling deep down in her gut. She didn't used to get these feelings, those of butterflies flying around her stomach, but here lately, they were coming on stronger and stronger when she was around Peyton. She began to daydream a little when Peyton cleared her throat and began speaking.

Peyton: Lesleigh ...

Lesleigh was off in her own little world and really didn't register that Peyton was talking to her. Her grip on Peyton during the hug had tightened.

Peyton: Lesleigh!

That seemed to snap her out of her daze and she quickly jumped back.

Lesleigh: Yeah?

Peyton looked at her with a look of confusion on her face.

Peyton: What the hell were you doing?

Lesleigh felt her face fluster with embarrassment. She had been dreaming of Peyton, while holding Peyton, and Peyton caught her!

Lesleigh: What ... nothing.

Peyton just shook her head and laughed.

Peyton: Nothing my ass! It was like you didn't want to let go of me. You're mind was off some where else.

All Lesleigh could do was think 'Damnit, Damnit, Damnit!'

Lesleigh: What? Yeah! Sorry about that. I didn't get any sleep last night cause I kept thinking of our fight. Guess I zoned out.

Peyton smiled at her once again.

Lesleigh: Anyways! Get up stairs and get ready! You have a photo shoot with Marc Jacobs today. And judging by the time ...

Lesleigh looked over at a clock on the mantle above the fireplace.

Lesleigh: You have roughly forty-five minutes to get ready. It's going to take us forever to get across town and you have to be there at ten!

Peyton stood up grabbing her coffee in the process.

Peyton: Would you relax? When you look this good ... it doesn't take long to get ready! Besides it's Marc Marc. He can wait.

Peyton disappeared up some stairs to get ready leaving Lesleigh down stairs sipping on her Frappuccino and her thoughts. We could hear her in almost a whisper say "Damn girl, pull yourself together," as the scene fades to black.

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Peyton: Marc baby! How are you?

These were the words we heard as the scene faded in. The scene was busy with many people running back and forth trying to make sure everything was going according to plan. Peyton Marie Scarborough was seen walking towards world famous high fashion designer and creative director for Louis Vuitton, Marc Jacobs, as Lesleigh walked behind her carrying a notepad and pen. He smiled at Peyton as they got a few feet from each other.

Marc: Peyton baby...

Peyton and Marc each did the French double 'air kiss' before Marc spoke up again.

Marc: How are you my dear?

Peyton smiled at the billionaire.

Peyton: I'm doing wonderful Marc. You remember Lesleigh don' you?

Marc smiled and took Lesleigh's left hand and gently kissed the top of her hand.

Marc: Of course I remember her. How are you dear?

Before she could answer, Peyton answered for her.

Peyton: She's fine. But listen ... can we get a move on with this? I didn't sleep well last night and I'd really like to get started.

Marc: Of course we can.

Peyton: So who's the photographer today. It better not be that fucking idiot you hired last time Marc. I swear on the Gods of Phashion that I'll walk out of here and you'll be stuck getting someone like that crack-headed bitch Kate Moss to promote the 2010 Spring Line.

Marc just shook his head at the thought of having to use Kate Moss.

Marc: We got you one of the world's best, Patrick Demarchelier.
Peyton smiled at hearing Patrick's name.

Peyton: Wonderful! I haven't seen Patrick in a few months. I can't wait to catch up.

Marc: Well let's get you to wardrobe and makeup and we'll be ready to go. The faster we get started, the faster we can get you out of here.

Marc snapped his fingers at some of his assistants and they all came rushing over whisking Peyton off for hair, makeup, and wardrobe. Lesleigh looked over at Marc and gave him a soft smile before following her boss/friend. Marc smiled back and then went off talking to his main assistant.

The photo shoot went off without a hitch and Marc Jacobs was extremely pleased with how all of the shots came out for his 2010 Spring Line. Peyton looked stunning and fierce as usual and Patrick Demarchelier's shots really brought out her natural beauty. By the time they finished it was around two o'clock, and Lesleigh was still worrying about being late to the contract signing at SCW. She kept tapping her foot and looking at her watch as Peyton talked to Marc off in a corner by herself. Finally after another fifteen minutes, Peyton came strolling over carrying a bottle of Aquadeco water.

Peyton: Lesleigh, be a dear, and call Chef Josiah Citrin at Melissé and telling him that I'm on my way. I'm famished!

Lesleigh looked at her watch once again. It was twenty minutes after two.

Lesleigh: Peyton. You have the contract meeting with Oleksa in forty minutes. He's only in town for today because of his busy schedule. If you want to be in the SCW you can't miss that meeting! He's flying out later this afternoon and I don't think I'll be able to get you another meeting.

Peyton looked seriously pissed off.

Peyton: Did you not hear me?

She was now screaming and everyone in the studio had stopped and was staring at her.

Peyton: Am I not speaking English now? I told you that I was famished! Now get your little phone out and call the damn restaurant and tell Josiah that we're on our way and to have my usual ready. O will have to wait till I get through eating. I've already told you that he reopened that federation because of me, so he'll work on my time frame, not his. If he's a smart business man, which I hope he is, he'll wait ... no questions asked. Now do your damn job like I pay you to do or give me the fucking number and get the fuck out of my face!

Lesleigh was now in tears. Peyton had hollered at her before, but never like this. She had never ever been treated in such a degrading manner. She pulled out her phone and called the restaurant like Peyton had told her to. She tried her hardest to keep her composure but when she noticed that there were about forty or so people staring at her, she couldn't keep her composure any longer. She finished the call and quickly ran out of the room leaving every there to whisper and gossip at the scene that just took place.

Well as Lesleigh figured, Peyton ended up missing the meeting with Oleksa Drachewych to sign her contract with Supreme Championship Wrestling. In the end though, Oleksa had to end up flying his lawyers back out to Santa Monica to get the document signed. Lesleigh thanked him secretly for giving Peyton another shot but he made it clear that he wanted to embarrass Peyton on national television by having her apologize to him for the time that she wasted. Lesleigh ended up telling Oleksa that she would do everything she could to get Peyton to apologize to him. And that's we're at today. After deciding that she didn't want to become a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader and after taking the globe by storm with modeling, Peyton Marie Scarborough is finally in the SCW. What will happen when the SCW gets a true dose of PMS? Who knows but one thing we do know is that this case of PMS is defiantly lasting longer than seven days.

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Pamper Me Senseless Episode 1.
"No matter what language you try to use ... you're still not a PRINCESS."


824 Lincoln Boulevard. Venice, California

That's where we find ourselves as the scene fades in from darkness. The camera focuses on what looks to be a Hispanic Super Market named La Fortuna. Suddenly we see a 2010 Bubble Gum Pink Hummer H3 pull into one of the parking spots. Peyton Marie Scarborough gets out of the driver's side wearing a beautiful form fitting Louis Vuitton sundress. It's bright pinks and purples are very vibrant as the California sun beams down on her. Her Vera Wang open toes draw attention to her perfectly pedicured toes topped off with matching pink polish. Lesleigh gets out of the passenger's side wearing a white Christian Dior top and some ripped Christian Dior acid-washed jeans. She has black Vera Wang Brie Leather boots on that add two more inches to her beautiful frame. Lesleigh looks around at her surroundings.

Lesleigh: Peyton, why in the hell are we in Venice?

Peyton smiles.

Peyton: To come to La Fortuna.

Lesleigh shakes her head at the obvious.

Lesleigh: Let me rephrase that. Why in the hell did we come to La Fortuna?

Peyton grabs her digital camera out of the back of the H3 and starts walking towards the entrance of La Fortuna.

Peyton: To look for Sarita.

Lesleigh: Who?

Peyton laughed out loud.

Peyton: That's what I said at first too. But Sarita is my opponent in my debut match at SCW. So we've come down to Venice to look for her.

Lesleigh then takes out her PDA and begins looking up some information as they enter the Hispanic supermarket. Both of their faces go to a look of disgust as the smell of the supermarket first enters their noses.

Lesleigh: God Damn ... it smells like a fish market in here!

Peyton: Well that makes sense now ... the sign did have the word Tuna in it.

Lesleigh: Yeah but I think La Fortuna means 'The Fortunate' or something like that. Anyways according to the SCW's profile of Sarita it lists her as being from Phoenix and now living in Miami. What makes you think that she's here in Venice at this god awful supermarket?

Peyton looks around at all the Hispanics in the supermarket as if she's on a 'mission.'

Peyton: Well ... truthfully ... I think the website is lying. My sources tell me that she's working here as a cashier or something.

Lesleigh: And what was your source?

Peyton: Wikipedia....

Both girls laugh out loud as Peyton starts taking pictures of every Hispanic woman she sees.

Lesleigh: So you got all that information from Wikipedia? And why are you taking pictures of the females?

Peyton: Yeah Wikipedia and Google. I had to see what her name meant so that I knew what I was looking for on Wikipedia. Google said Sarita means Princess. I found that funny. Then Wikipedia told me to look for her in Spanish supermarkets. This was the closest one. And the pictures are so we can identify her through the facial recognition program a friend of mine has.

That made Lesleigh stop in her tracks.

Lesleigh: Facial Recognition Program? What the hell Peyton? You're not a government agent. Why do you need a facial recognition program?

Peyton: You have a lot to learn about life Lesleigh. Cause if you knew as much as I did then you would have known that Mexicans are like Chameleons: they all look the same. So when you get them ...

Lesleigh: Chameleons?

Peyton: No Mexicans. When you get them in their own environment ... they blend in. So the facial recognition program will help me identify her.

They continued through the supermarket as Peyton took pictures of every female she saw.

Lesleigh: But wait ...

Peyton: Yeah?

Lesleigh: Isn't that going to take some time though. To run all these faces. And even if you do figure out what she looks like or who she is want it be a little too late?

Peyton: Try to keep up.

Peyton sped up taking more and more pictures.

Peyton: It is going to take a few days ... yes ... but then when the program finishes and finds her ... we'll get a real address out of the system. We'll then go and visit her.

Lesleigh: Why are we going to visit her? Are you going to try and pay her off so that you get an easy win at Breakdown?

Peyton: I would never do such a thing Lesleigh! No I'm not going to pay her off ... I'm gonna offer her a better job.

Lesleigh: Like?

Peyton: Cleaning the house of course.

Lesleigh nearly died in laughter.

Lesleigh: Peyton!

Peyton smiled before continuing.

Peyton: What? The word going around town is that O is paying her like two pesos a week. I'm willing to give her five. That's very generous of myself plus she would be very comfortable being back in her natural environment and all.

Lesleigh: Peyton that's horrible.

Peyton: How can going back to your natural environment be horrible? I can't help that that's what she was born to do. It's like in their DNA or something. I know she's used to cleaning like motels or something, but my house has as many rooms as any motel. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. Why would you want to go out there in front of a huge audience and embarrass yourself every week acting like you're a wrestler. Beside the world knows that Mexican's don't make good actors. The only they've ever been good at is making tacos and cleaning which is odd to me.

Lesleigh: Why's that?

Peyton: Because ... they're good at cleaning for other people but they can't seem to clean themselves. They are very oily and nasty people. We're gonna have to burn our clothes when we get home.

Lesleigh: You forgot the third thing they're good at.

Peyton: What's that?

Lesleigh: Reproducing. There's like fifty per household.

It was Peyton's turn to laugh.

Peyton: That's so true. They should have a cap on kids like the Chinese. Or charge them taxes on the kids ...

Lesleigh: They wouldn't pay. They'd find somebody's identity to steal so that they could stay in our wonderful country for free. It's a shame.

Peyton: That it is ... maybe they'll build that wall to keep all the Mexicans in Mexico. I might give a few dollars to help the funding.

By now the girls had walked through over half the supermarket while the Mexicans just looked at the gorgeous females.

Lesleigh: Damn they do all look the same. I hope that program works. You do know that Sarita has a twin though right?

Peyton: What? Really? That's great!

Lesleigh: It is?

Peyton: Hell yeah ... double the work .... half the pay! I wonder if they have a brother? My azaleas need some work out back.

Lesleigh: Can we leave now? This smell is really making me sick.

Peyton: Yeah. I think I got every female's picture in here. Remind me to send the Hummer out for a cleaning when we get back. This smell will probably creep into the interior. Let's get out of here.

Lesleigh: Thank God!

The beauties leave the supermarket quickly leaving behind the trash of Venice.

Peyton: Well I've got over two hundred pictures. This could take a while but I have a feeling it'll take that long before she comes out of hiding. Who knows, I may never know Princess, but then again, do I really want to?

Lesleigh: Probably not.

Peyton: You're right. Hell even if I don't this trip can count as some of my philanthropy work. Cause when I showed up back there ... I was doing them a favor. I always like to give back when I can.

Lesleigh just smiled as she looked out the window.

They drove back the rest of the way in silence. Peyton did do them a favor by showing up but would all of her hard work pay off in the end? It would be nice to have another maid around the house. Sarita ... means princess huh? Seems like the only throne she'll be used to is the one she'll be scrubbing at the Palace of Phashion. I hope she sees this ... Five Pesos is very generous.
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