Post by Vespertine on Feb 4, 2011 23:45:16 GMT -5
(The black Ferrari pulls up at a parking spot overlooking Ocean Beach in San Francisco, Ca. The door opens and out steps Vespertine dressed in black running shorts, black running shoes and a purple pullover hoodie with hood up….)
(….I left Amanda laying in bed this morning in my second bedroom bed and I decided to work out by running along the beach. I look around and sigh. It’s foggy today, overcast as well with a hint of mist. Good. It’s reflecting my mood. I’m not the most happiest person today. I lock the car door, put on my Ipod, ignore the looks from the males that I pass and start jogging along the Great Coast Highway towards the Cliff House about 5 miles in the other direction to the tune of my theme song: Diamond Eyes by Shinedown. So why am I not happy today. My girlfriend seems to be an ax murderer with the vocabulary of a 2 year old child. On top of that I lost my second match in and I wasn’t even the one who got pinned. Amanda was. I take long strides as I run along hearing the pounding surf through my Ipod headphones. I have no idea what my future holds in GZWA. So far it isn’t looking to good. I want to make an impression here in the federation but I haven’t started out that good with the set of people I picked. I wanted to be a face or a tweener this time around in this federation but upon realization I realize that faces and tweeners are never remembered the way they should or ought to be. It’s the heels that get remembered more often….
(…a car roars by followed by a semi rig. At 8:30 in the morning, the Highway is more crowded than usual. I stop at the intersection at the next parking lot a mile or two past the lot where I parked. Damn it’s foggy. I can’t even see the ocean, it’s socked in today….)
(I sigh and wait at the light now to cross the sidewalk. A car roars by to get into the parking lot. I stretch and wait. The light changes and I sprint off. I have a lot of anger inside me that I need to get out. I lost my second match. And I wasn’t even the one pinned. What is up with that? That is why tag teams should not be allowed. That is why more and more of them break up today than at anytime else. Because of one incredibly insufficient partner. Granted, Amanda is a great wrestler but we had no time to think of a gameplan before the match and Molly and Serena saw it and capitalized on it. And now Molly probably thinks she is equal to me. She is nowhere equal to me, I am still a better wrestler than she will ever be. What makes her think she will ever be equal to me? I look at my watch. It’s 9:00. A half hour from when I started and I’m still ¼ of the way to the cliffhouse. I still gotta jog back. I guess I gotta run faster. I increase my stride and the man who was running to catch up with me gets left in the dust. HA!...)
(A car goes roaring by with some college students, all male. They lean out the window and whistle at me. I put my hood up and ignore them. The tune changes to that of “All American Nightmare” by Hinder. So what do I do now? Where do I go now? How far should I take myself in GZWA. I haven’t gotten very far here and I definitely want to make a name for myself, I want to impress Xion with my skills. Damn! I lost. And it wasn’t just me, my tag team partner lost too. How frustrating is that. Everyone says I didn’t help her. I just didn’t get there in time, Molly was holding me back. Bitch! She’ll play. I’ll get even with her. She’ll pay dearly and she will know that I am a dangerous woman indeed. Someone not to be played or toyed around with. I stop again at another light… this time at the intersection to Fell St.)
(…The light changes and I start up again. 10 minutes later and I spy the cliff house up the hill. I turn around and look how far I ran. 5 miles and now I gotta run back. I look at my watch, it’s 9:30. The man who was running behind me is now coming up and is out of breathe. I check my pulse, come to think of it, I’m kind of puffing too. Good. The tune changes to that of “Bite the Hand that Feeds” by Nine Inch Nails. I look around and see the fog is beginning to lift, now I can see a mile out to sea and all the way down the coastline. It’s awesome. I still don’t see the Windmill that is the entrance to Golden Gate Park but I shrug. Whatever….)
(…I continue running. And what do I do about Amanda. Should I punish her for this? What do I do about my sweet little ax murderer? I have no idea. It’s partially her I’m mad but on the other hand it’s partially Molly’s fault. And while I like being in a relationship with Amanda, she can be a little overwhelming at times. I’m not in any sort of relationship with Molly and it will probably be here I take my anger out on next time I see her. I’m not a happy person today. You can see it in my long strides and the way I run. I run in anger. I should be happy but I’m not. I don’t know what to do with Amanda, I don’t know what to do about Serena and I know I should do something to Molly. If I want to make it to the top of the pile, if I want to be the best this federation has to offer I can’t losing to that good for nothing Molly. What do I have to do? I come back to the intersection at Fell St. continue on just before the light turns red...)
(…The tune on my Ipod changes to that of “Bodies” by Drowning Pool. I’ll stay in my relationship with Amanda and the other ladies can call me whatever they want. But we won’t be the top storyline anymore. I’m new to this federation and while I eventually want to take it over, I do what to give more time to my career here. I’ll tell her when I get home and when she is in a better mood. I hope she’ll be all right with it. I mean we don’t need to be as much on screen as we are. I think by now everyone is tired of us. I would be too if they forced her and me down my throat. But something has to change. Something has to be done. Someone has to go down. I will not sit back and let Molly dominate this federation. I will not sit back and let her walk all over me. While Serena is busy with Amanda, Molly is mine. I’m going to make her life hell. It’s time I stepped up my game. It’s time to show the world what a real heel is like. No more Vessey being face. It’s either Tweener or heel or not at all. I will rule this federation someday and whoever stands in my way is going to go down. I promise that. I stop at the last stop light before the last stretch to my car….)
(…A minute later the light turns and I sprint off again. About 10 minutes later I arrive at my car, huffing and puffing but in a better mood. I take off my hoodie as the sun is just starting to peak out and underneath it is a blue spaghetti strap tank top. I go over to the sand dune in front of my car and sit down on it and watch as the waves lap at the shore… or rather noisily rumble by. I’m quite satisfied with my decision. I know what I must do and how to go about it. I get up the sand, brush the sand off my rear, unlock the car and get in…)
(the black Ferrari backs up and pulls out of the parking lot. The fog opens up more and the sun shines a little brighter now.)
(….I left Amanda laying in bed this morning in my second bedroom bed and I decided to work out by running along the beach. I look around and sigh. It’s foggy today, overcast as well with a hint of mist. Good. It’s reflecting my mood. I’m not the most happiest person today. I lock the car door, put on my Ipod, ignore the looks from the males that I pass and start jogging along the Great Coast Highway towards the Cliff House about 5 miles in the other direction to the tune of my theme song: Diamond Eyes by Shinedown. So why am I not happy today. My girlfriend seems to be an ax murderer with the vocabulary of a 2 year old child. On top of that I lost my second match in and I wasn’t even the one who got pinned. Amanda was. I take long strides as I run along hearing the pounding surf through my Ipod headphones. I have no idea what my future holds in GZWA. So far it isn’t looking to good. I want to make an impression here in the federation but I haven’t started out that good with the set of people I picked. I wanted to be a face or a tweener this time around in this federation but upon realization I realize that faces and tweeners are never remembered the way they should or ought to be. It’s the heels that get remembered more often….
(…a car roars by followed by a semi rig. At 8:30 in the morning, the Highway is more crowded than usual. I stop at the intersection at the next parking lot a mile or two past the lot where I parked. Damn it’s foggy. I can’t even see the ocean, it’s socked in today….)
(I sigh and wait at the light now to cross the sidewalk. A car roars by to get into the parking lot. I stretch and wait. The light changes and I sprint off. I have a lot of anger inside me that I need to get out. I lost my second match. And I wasn’t even the one pinned. What is up with that? That is why tag teams should not be allowed. That is why more and more of them break up today than at anytime else. Because of one incredibly insufficient partner. Granted, Amanda is a great wrestler but we had no time to think of a gameplan before the match and Molly and Serena saw it and capitalized on it. And now Molly probably thinks she is equal to me. She is nowhere equal to me, I am still a better wrestler than she will ever be. What makes her think she will ever be equal to me? I look at my watch. It’s 9:00. A half hour from when I started and I’m still ¼ of the way to the cliffhouse. I still gotta jog back. I guess I gotta run faster. I increase my stride and the man who was running to catch up with me gets left in the dust. HA!...)
(A car goes roaring by with some college students, all male. They lean out the window and whistle at me. I put my hood up and ignore them. The tune changes to that of “All American Nightmare” by Hinder. So what do I do now? Where do I go now? How far should I take myself in GZWA. I haven’t gotten very far here and I definitely want to make a name for myself, I want to impress Xion with my skills. Damn! I lost. And it wasn’t just me, my tag team partner lost too. How frustrating is that. Everyone says I didn’t help her. I just didn’t get there in time, Molly was holding me back. Bitch! She’ll play. I’ll get even with her. She’ll pay dearly and she will know that I am a dangerous woman indeed. Someone not to be played or toyed around with. I stop again at another light… this time at the intersection to Fell St.)
(…The light changes and I start up again. 10 minutes later and I spy the cliff house up the hill. I turn around and look how far I ran. 5 miles and now I gotta run back. I look at my watch, it’s 9:30. The man who was running behind me is now coming up and is out of breathe. I check my pulse, come to think of it, I’m kind of puffing too. Good. The tune changes to that of “Bite the Hand that Feeds” by Nine Inch Nails. I look around and see the fog is beginning to lift, now I can see a mile out to sea and all the way down the coastline. It’s awesome. I still don’t see the Windmill that is the entrance to Golden Gate Park but I shrug. Whatever….)
(…I continue running. And what do I do about Amanda. Should I punish her for this? What do I do about my sweet little ax murderer? I have no idea. It’s partially her I’m mad but on the other hand it’s partially Molly’s fault. And while I like being in a relationship with Amanda, she can be a little overwhelming at times. I’m not in any sort of relationship with Molly and it will probably be here I take my anger out on next time I see her. I’m not a happy person today. You can see it in my long strides and the way I run. I run in anger. I should be happy but I’m not. I don’t know what to do with Amanda, I don’t know what to do about Serena and I know I should do something to Molly. If I want to make it to the top of the pile, if I want to be the best this federation has to offer I can’t losing to that good for nothing Molly. What do I have to do? I come back to the intersection at Fell St. continue on just before the light turns red...)
(…The tune on my Ipod changes to that of “Bodies” by Drowning Pool. I’ll stay in my relationship with Amanda and the other ladies can call me whatever they want. But we won’t be the top storyline anymore. I’m new to this federation and while I eventually want to take it over, I do what to give more time to my career here. I’ll tell her when I get home and when she is in a better mood. I hope she’ll be all right with it. I mean we don’t need to be as much on screen as we are. I think by now everyone is tired of us. I would be too if they forced her and me down my throat. But something has to change. Something has to be done. Someone has to go down. I will not sit back and let Molly dominate this federation. I will not sit back and let her walk all over me. While Serena is busy with Amanda, Molly is mine. I’m going to make her life hell. It’s time I stepped up my game. It’s time to show the world what a real heel is like. No more Vessey being face. It’s either Tweener or heel or not at all. I will rule this federation someday and whoever stands in my way is going to go down. I promise that. I stop at the last stop light before the last stretch to my car….)
(…A minute later the light turns and I sprint off again. About 10 minutes later I arrive at my car, huffing and puffing but in a better mood. I take off my hoodie as the sun is just starting to peak out and underneath it is a blue spaghetti strap tank top. I go over to the sand dune in front of my car and sit down on it and watch as the waves lap at the shore… or rather noisily rumble by. I’m quite satisfied with my decision. I know what I must do and how to go about it. I get up the sand, brush the sand off my rear, unlock the car and get in…)
(the black Ferrari backs up and pulls out of the parking lot. The fog opens up more and the sun shines a little brighter now.)
