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| Christian Delamico | Jul 24 2009, 09:40 PM Post #1 |
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Peyton: There’s nothing I like better than a quick and easy pay day. That’s exactly what I got last week when I made my debut in SCW. I made the princess look like a fool. I was out there like five minutes and made thousands of dollars. It made me smile. What the hell happened Sarita? Did the cat get your tongue? Hell I did everything I could to make you speak and yet you chose to hide in the shadows, which by the way, is a better look for you. I made fun of your kind. I called you out. And yet you didn’t speak a single word. I guess you came to your senses though and realized that there wasn’t anything you could do about this case of PMS. After that beating though … I’m most defiantly sure that you needed some medication for it though. But enough about you … this week I fight one of the three members of Abby-Normal in Chlamidiya. This should be interesting. The normal, brilliant sunshine that usually covers the sky of California has been replaced with gray, deteriorating clouds which seem to cause an ominous haze over the valley. We find ourselves standing outside the Palace of Phashion as the rain starts to pour down. Suddenly the camera switches to inside the Palace where we see Peyton and Lesleigh walking on some treadmills in the gym. Both of the ladies are soaked in sweat. Peyton grabs a drink from a sports bottle as the camera focuses in on her. Peyton: I told you what would happen, didn’t I? Lesleigh looked over at her and nodded her head. Lesleigh: That you did Peyton. Peyton smiled. Peyton: I mean hell I’d be afraid to face me to. It’s got to be hard knowing that you’re getting into the ring with the world’s most beautiful woman. Wouldn’t you say so Lesleigh? The camera focused back on Lesleigh who seemed to be zoned out while walking. Peyton: Lesleigh! Lesleigh snapped her head around and blinked a few times. Peyton: What the hell is going with you lately? It seems like every time we go to have a conversation you zone out on me. Are you sure that everything’s ok? Lesleigh: Yeah … I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind. Peyton looked confused. Peyton: Like what? Lesleigh’s demeanor dropped a little. Lesleigh: I don’t want to talk about it. This of course shocked Peyton because Lesleigh usually told her everything. Peyton: It’s ok Lesleigh. You can tell me. Suddenly the whole mood shifted. Lesleigh: I TOLD YOU THAT I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! Lesleigh ripped the safety key out of the treadmill and jumped off heading towards the door. Peyton was in utter shock. Peyton: Lesleigh! Lesleigh kept walking. Peyton: God Damnit Lesleigh! Wait! Lesleigh didn’t wait though. She opened the door and walked right on out slamming the door behind her. Peyton pulled her safety key from the treadmill and stepped on the side of the treadmill as the belt slowly came to a stop. She grabbed a towel and her sports bottle off the top of the machine and ran after Lesleigh. By the time that she made it up stairs she could hear the front door slamming followed by her car starting up. Lesleigh was gone and she had no clue on what the hell just happened. She ran over to the coffee table in the living room and picked up a telephone off the charger. She quickly dialed seven numbers and put the phone up to her ear. The phone rung and rung and rung until finally a voicemail picked up. Voicemail: Hi! You’ve reached Lesleigh. I’m sorry I can’t make it to the phone right now but if you’ll leave your name, number, and a brief message, I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you and have a wonderful day! Peyton waited for the beep. *beep* Peyton: Hey! It’s me … Peyton. Listen I don’t know what the fuck just happened but I think you owe me an explanation. I was just talking to you trying to be a friend, but obviously you don’t care enough about me to let me know what the hell is going on. So when you grow up and decide that you want to act like a mature adult, I’ll be here waiting on my apology. Oh and if you’re lucky I might listen to your fucking problems too. I’m sure it’s not that bad anyways. Peyton slammed the phone down on the charger and stormed off to her bathroom. The scene fades with her closing the door as we hear a shower running. We find ourselves looking at complete darkness but we hear Peyton Marie Scarborough’s voice come through that very darkness. Peyton: It’s official. I’ve went from Top Model to Wrestling Superstar and it only took a week. While most people have to struggle and struggle in the wrestling business, I’ve managed to not only pick up everything without a hitch, but I’ve been able to master everything’s that been thrown at me. Owners, fans, and fellow wrestlers seem to think that since I’m this beautiful model that I’m automatically stupid and dumb. Oh contraire my friend because what you’re looking at is the real life black widow. Peyton: Last week, I took little Miss Princess, Sarita as she wants to be called, and I made her look like the fucking fool that she is. In record setting fashion I went one and zero because everyone underestimated the determination and pure skills that I possess. It’s that very determination that made me famous in the first place. I don’t take no for an answer and I love proving everyone wrong. This week I ‘officially’ make my debut on Breakdown TV when I take on one third of Abby-Normal in Chlamidiya. Peyton: Chlamidiya huh? What kind of fucking name is that? Are you supposed to be some kind of disease that’s going to destroy SCW? Or maybe you’re just out to destroy me? Who knows? It doesn’t really matter to me though. You can have abstinence, STD, gonorrhea, diarrhea, your Aunt Syphilis … I don’t give a damn because like the rest of your family … you’re chances at winning are zero! Peyton: Some may even say that I need to watch out because I might become ‘infected.’ Please … I’ve had my shots. Chlamidiya, I’m not afraid of what you bring to the ring. And although I know what you’re capable of … because let’s face it … ‘some’ models don’t know how to keep their clothes on … you will not get to me. You won’t have that chance. I plan on taking you out in another record setting fashion this week so that come next week I’ll be right where I rightfully belong … at the top! It should only take O this week to realize that the bitch he has the title on now … Miss Summers …. is doing nothing but ruining his ratings. So when finally puts the title on me and sees that having a case of PMS can actually be a good thing you’ll be nothing more that a thing of the past. To the rest of the world you may be incurable … but to moi, Peyton Marie Scarborough, everything has a cure. Suddenly we see Peyton appear out of the darkness. Peyton: Chlamidiya, I’m sorry hun! I know you’re used to redness and swelling, hell maybe even a little warts know and again, but this week when we face each other in the middle of the ring, you’ll experience something far worse. Welcome to the world of PMS … just know the pain last longer than seven days! We hear static and then silence as the scene fades to black. |
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