Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Aug 18, 2013 4:27:27 GMT
Ashley Mastrangelo: UGH! Where the hell is it?
We open up to the scene of Ashley’s apartment where she is randomly throwing objects out of her way in search of something gone missing.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Are you freaking kidding me? I had it here one minute and then here the next, and now…now it’s gone.
She turns around and plops down on the couch, her hair falling in front of her face as she lays back against the back of the couch. In an exhaustive display she lets out a deep exhale that blows her blonde hair into the air. As the camera focuses in, she sits forward in her seat, brushing her hair to the sides of her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you guys know where it is?
The camera shakes from side to side. Ashley sighs again before looking into the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you even know what I’m looking for?
Again, the same side to side motion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Me silly. Confused?
This time the camera moves up and down in a nodding fashion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll explain.
Sitting forward even more in her seat, Ashley folds her hands together in her lap before explaining the situation.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m looking for me because nobody else can find me. I’m the underdog in this match on Sunday. None of the women in this match truly respect me or my abilities, no matter how much they may say so. Hell, one of them could barely make out a sentence about me…shows how much of a threat I am to her right?
Her voice rises as Ashley continues on her diatribe, using her hands to illustrate her points.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You see, way up here, (Raising her hand into the air.) we have the IWF Ruby Champion Amber Richards. We teamed together and she still doesn’t recognize the talent I possess in this petite little frame of mine. I helped her get that Ruby Title shot just as much as she helped me and that’s a fact. She took advantage of a situation and it worked out well for her and that’s why she sits there with that shiny gold belt. I applaud you for being an opportunist Amber because it fits you oh so well.
From the heights that her hand was held, she lowers it down to the floor.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then, way down here, we have Tara Fenix…the former champion. Tara, sweetie, I absolutely love the fact that you care so much that you’re willing to further my training but to be quite blunt and make the situation that much more obvi…let me spell it out for you… ”N-O!” I appreciate the gesture, but in the end, I’m not here to be the next Tara Fenix, or the next Amber Richards, or the next Ayla St. James…not at all. What I want is to be the first Ashley Mastrangelo. So seeing my hand waaaay down here on the floor, one would have to think that you’re wondering why I put you way down here rather than somewhere in the middle.
Ashley picks her hands up off the floor and intertwines the fingers on both hands together forming one mega-fist that dangles off her knees.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, not only is the middle reserved for somebody else, but it just isn’t where you belong. You see, while you and Amber underestimate me over and over no matter how much I prove myself to the world, it isn’t me at the bottom…it’s you. You had it all and you were at the tippy top, but then you went and lost that belt. That title was you and there’s no other way to put it. Now it’s lost, and quite honestly, judging by the way you speak…so are you.
Ashley separates her fingers and levels out her hand in that “Somewhere in the Middle” position.
Ashley: And then you have Ms. Ayla. Did you forget about me? I mean geez, I guess I should just be glad you remembered my name right? Well, at least my first name…who knows, maybe my last name will come to you in due time. So, um, yeah, anyways, you’re totally in the middle here. You have no prior history with the Ruby Championship, and really, you’re in this match as pure and simple filler, and that’s all you’ve been since the IWF inception. There’s really no reason for you to be in this match, and yet here you are…and maybe Amber will take the opportunity when someone lays you out this time. At least then, you’ll have a place and a reason to be here. So, anyways…I’m gonna go find myself, and when I find me…I’ll be back to debunk all the little theories about little old me…sounds like fun, right?
Ashley goes back to moving random objects around in her apartment as the scene fades.
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=== You’re Not Good Enough ===
It really is quite funny that none of the focus on this match is really on me. I mean, after all, the other girls are probably all thinking that I’m just some run of the mill, simple minded valley girl, and to be quite honest, the way I dress, that assumption may be slightly validated. However, what if it’s all a mirage? What if I’m not this ditzy little blonde girl, but instead, a mastermind of my surroundings, setting up and waiting for the time to pounce and get exactly what I want? The others think that I’m in this for fun, and I hate to tell these women that they couldn’t be any farther from the truth and that their feelings really hurt me deep down inside. I’m every bit the wrestler they are, the entertainer they are, and yet I’m still looked down upon because of my age, and to be honest…that’s pathetic, and stupid on their part. It’s not the first time though. I remember this one time at Mike’s gym while training that I was in a very similar situation, and by similar I mean I was looked down on and teased to the brink of eventually proving myself to the world…as I’m going to do this Sunday.
It was my third week in Mike’s wrestling class, and I wasn’t the only one there. After seeing how I had progressed under the tutelage of his best friend Ray, Mike decided that he was going to open a class within his gym and he would have Ray teach everyone, myself included.
Although I had roughly three weeks more training, there were some girls there who were simply picking things up faster than me. I didn’t like it one single bit because that’s who I am, and that’s the kind of competitive juice that flows through my veins. We were on our body slam drills and as I was hoisted into the air, then slammed down to the mat, my head wasn’t tucked firmly against my body and in the end, it resulted in my head slamming hard against the ring mat. I laid there for a few minutes, shading my eyes from the bright lights overhead, which at the time, were whipping by and spinning in forty different directions. I knew I was hurt, but I didn’t quite know what was going on. The trainer checked me over and diagnosed me with a concussion and told me to have a seat and that I was done for a little bit.
I wanted so bad to get back in that ring. I wanted to crawl right back in and just continue on with what I was doing, but they wouldn’t let me. I physically tried, only to be pulled from the ring by both the physician and Ray. The third time, Ray grabbed me, pulled me out of the ring, and sat me in a chair at ringside.
Ray Gross: What part of no do you not understand? Hell, it’s only two letters.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But I want to get back in there. I want to learn.
Ray Gross: I understand that. However, if I let you back in there, I’m risking your safety, and possibly your career and I know that wouldn’t be the right thing to do on my end or yours.
Hearing those words at that time really made me sad inside to the point where I got vulnerable. I opened up and I let the tears flow.
As I cried on the bench next to him, Ray allowed me to lean into his massive frame. I did my best to let him know I wanted to be there despite the fact that my knee was already wrapped up and in pain due to a botched move by somebody else a few days prior.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I want to be here Ray. I really, really do. Once I got that itch, I just wanted to scratch. I want this more than anything you know.
Ray Gross: (Taking me by the shoulders and pushing me out from him.) I understand that fully. Trust me, I do. This is for your own good. I want you to be at one hundred percent in that ring so you don’t hurt yourself or anybody else. The goal is to produce wrestlers, not walking wounded. We’re not going to shut you down unless you tell us to.
I wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked up at him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That won’t happen.
As I said those words, I watched his face go from concerned to smiling.
Ray Gross: I know. I can see you want it. Sometimes though, you just have to take it one step at a time. You’re hurt, so we’re going to let you heal. Sit on the sidelines and take some notes when the doc tells you that’s okay, and before you know it…you’ll be right back in there, good as new.
I nodded my head in agreement as he got up from his seat and resumed control of the training class. I sat on the side with a blank stare on my face. As I wiped the last of my tears from my eyes, some of the other students walked by.
Student 1: I’ve been doing this for two years now and I can tell you’re not cut out for this.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Shut up.
Student 2: Yeah, you’re just a fragile Barbie Doll.
Their words angered me to the point where I had to walk outside. I knew that if I confronted them, things would go awry. I sat outside on a chair near the door and took in a few deep breaths. I was angry, but slowly but surely I was able to soothe myself with the scene closing.
I was pissed, and there was no doubt about it. Anyone who drove by that day could see it. Little did those morons know that their words would serve as motivation. They didn’t know that their words were my fuel to get where I am today; my fuel to become Ruby Champion.
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Ashley Mastrangelo: AH HA!
Ashley grabs the shoulder strap of her tank top and acts as if she’s pulling herself to the couch, eventually throwing herself unto said couch. She jumps in the air and lands in a laying position with her head perched up on the arm of the chair by her hand. Looking as if she was posing for a modeling picture, Ashley brings the story further to light.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did that get it through to the other three of you who will be chained up this Sunday on Pay Per View? Did it? The message is loud and clear and I guarantee each and every one of you that if I hear the words, or something similar to the phrase, “Ashley doesn’t care about wrestling.”, I’m going to kick your mother in her vagina so hard that you yourself will feel the effects of a concussion.
Ashley sits up on her couch, again pulling on her shoulder strap to get into position. Straightening out her shirts, she looks into the camera with that cute smile we’ve all come accustomed to.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I the underdog in this contest Sunday? Yes. The least experienced as far as length of career? Yes.
She leans into the camera to emphasize her point.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But don’t let that fool you. I have the heart of ten tin men, the courage of ten cowardly lions, and better yet one million times the brains of the scarecrow. You take the total package of beauty and brains, and you see me. So go ahead, I dare you, for the love of God, the three of you: take me for granted; don’t talk about or to me, and you don’t expect any sort of challenge from me at all this Sunday. Just know that when I’m holding that Ruby Title high overhead, I’ll do it with a cute look on my face. Then, in slow motion, I want you to read my lips as I say, “I told you so!”
Again Ashley lays down on the couch, resting her head comfortably on the cushion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So now that I’ve found myself, I feel bad for the rest of you. Don’t let the package fool you boys and more importantly girls…this Firecracker’s got some pop.
Ashley gets comfortable before her signature wink to the camera as the scene fades to black.
We open up to the scene of Ashley’s apartment where she is randomly throwing objects out of her way in search of something gone missing.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Are you freaking kidding me? I had it here one minute and then here the next, and now…now it’s gone.
She turns around and plops down on the couch, her hair falling in front of her face as she lays back against the back of the couch. In an exhaustive display she lets out a deep exhale that blows her blonde hair into the air. As the camera focuses in, she sits forward in her seat, brushing her hair to the sides of her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you guys know where it is?
The camera shakes from side to side. Ashley sighs again before looking into the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you even know what I’m looking for?
Again, the same side to side motion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Me silly. Confused?
This time the camera moves up and down in a nodding fashion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll explain.
Sitting forward even more in her seat, Ashley folds her hands together in her lap before explaining the situation.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m looking for me because nobody else can find me. I’m the underdog in this match on Sunday. None of the women in this match truly respect me or my abilities, no matter how much they may say so. Hell, one of them could barely make out a sentence about me…shows how much of a threat I am to her right?
Her voice rises as Ashley continues on her diatribe, using her hands to illustrate her points.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You see, way up here, (Raising her hand into the air.) we have the IWF Ruby Champion Amber Richards. We teamed together and she still doesn’t recognize the talent I possess in this petite little frame of mine. I helped her get that Ruby Title shot just as much as she helped me and that’s a fact. She took advantage of a situation and it worked out well for her and that’s why she sits there with that shiny gold belt. I applaud you for being an opportunist Amber because it fits you oh so well.
From the heights that her hand was held, she lowers it down to the floor.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Then, way down here, we have Tara Fenix…the former champion. Tara, sweetie, I absolutely love the fact that you care so much that you’re willing to further my training but to be quite blunt and make the situation that much more obvi…let me spell it out for you… ”N-O!” I appreciate the gesture, but in the end, I’m not here to be the next Tara Fenix, or the next Amber Richards, or the next Ayla St. James…not at all. What I want is to be the first Ashley Mastrangelo. So seeing my hand waaaay down here on the floor, one would have to think that you’re wondering why I put you way down here rather than somewhere in the middle.
Ashley picks her hands up off the floor and intertwines the fingers on both hands together forming one mega-fist that dangles off her knees.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, not only is the middle reserved for somebody else, but it just isn’t where you belong. You see, while you and Amber underestimate me over and over no matter how much I prove myself to the world, it isn’t me at the bottom…it’s you. You had it all and you were at the tippy top, but then you went and lost that belt. That title was you and there’s no other way to put it. Now it’s lost, and quite honestly, judging by the way you speak…so are you.
Ashley separates her fingers and levels out her hand in that “Somewhere in the Middle” position.
Ashley: And then you have Ms. Ayla. Did you forget about me? I mean geez, I guess I should just be glad you remembered my name right? Well, at least my first name…who knows, maybe my last name will come to you in due time. So, um, yeah, anyways, you’re totally in the middle here. You have no prior history with the Ruby Championship, and really, you’re in this match as pure and simple filler, and that’s all you’ve been since the IWF inception. There’s really no reason for you to be in this match, and yet here you are…and maybe Amber will take the opportunity when someone lays you out this time. At least then, you’ll have a place and a reason to be here. So, anyways…I’m gonna go find myself, and when I find me…I’ll be back to debunk all the little theories about little old me…sounds like fun, right?
Ashley goes back to moving random objects around in her apartment as the scene fades.
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=== You’re Not Good Enough ===
It really is quite funny that none of the focus on this match is really on me. I mean, after all, the other girls are probably all thinking that I’m just some run of the mill, simple minded valley girl, and to be quite honest, the way I dress, that assumption may be slightly validated. However, what if it’s all a mirage? What if I’m not this ditzy little blonde girl, but instead, a mastermind of my surroundings, setting up and waiting for the time to pounce and get exactly what I want? The others think that I’m in this for fun, and I hate to tell these women that they couldn’t be any farther from the truth and that their feelings really hurt me deep down inside. I’m every bit the wrestler they are, the entertainer they are, and yet I’m still looked down upon because of my age, and to be honest…that’s pathetic, and stupid on their part. It’s not the first time though. I remember this one time at Mike’s gym while training that I was in a very similar situation, and by similar I mean I was looked down on and teased to the brink of eventually proving myself to the world…as I’m going to do this Sunday.
It was my third week in Mike’s wrestling class, and I wasn’t the only one there. After seeing how I had progressed under the tutelage of his best friend Ray, Mike decided that he was going to open a class within his gym and he would have Ray teach everyone, myself included.
Although I had roughly three weeks more training, there were some girls there who were simply picking things up faster than me. I didn’t like it one single bit because that’s who I am, and that’s the kind of competitive juice that flows through my veins. We were on our body slam drills and as I was hoisted into the air, then slammed down to the mat, my head wasn’t tucked firmly against my body and in the end, it resulted in my head slamming hard against the ring mat. I laid there for a few minutes, shading my eyes from the bright lights overhead, which at the time, were whipping by and spinning in forty different directions. I knew I was hurt, but I didn’t quite know what was going on. The trainer checked me over and diagnosed me with a concussion and told me to have a seat and that I was done for a little bit.
I wanted so bad to get back in that ring. I wanted to crawl right back in and just continue on with what I was doing, but they wouldn’t let me. I physically tried, only to be pulled from the ring by both the physician and Ray. The third time, Ray grabbed me, pulled me out of the ring, and sat me in a chair at ringside.
Ray Gross: What part of no do you not understand? Hell, it’s only two letters.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But I want to get back in there. I want to learn.
Ray Gross: I understand that. However, if I let you back in there, I’m risking your safety, and possibly your career and I know that wouldn’t be the right thing to do on my end or yours.
Hearing those words at that time really made me sad inside to the point where I got vulnerable. I opened up and I let the tears flow.
As I cried on the bench next to him, Ray allowed me to lean into his massive frame. I did my best to let him know I wanted to be there despite the fact that my knee was already wrapped up and in pain due to a botched move by somebody else a few days prior.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I want to be here Ray. I really, really do. Once I got that itch, I just wanted to scratch. I want this more than anything you know.
Ray Gross: (Taking me by the shoulders and pushing me out from him.) I understand that fully. Trust me, I do. This is for your own good. I want you to be at one hundred percent in that ring so you don’t hurt yourself or anybody else. The goal is to produce wrestlers, not walking wounded. We’re not going to shut you down unless you tell us to.
I wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked up at him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That won’t happen.
As I said those words, I watched his face go from concerned to smiling.
Ray Gross: I know. I can see you want it. Sometimes though, you just have to take it one step at a time. You’re hurt, so we’re going to let you heal. Sit on the sidelines and take some notes when the doc tells you that’s okay, and before you know it…you’ll be right back in there, good as new.
I nodded my head in agreement as he got up from his seat and resumed control of the training class. I sat on the side with a blank stare on my face. As I wiped the last of my tears from my eyes, some of the other students walked by.
Student 1: I’ve been doing this for two years now and I can tell you’re not cut out for this.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Shut up.
Student 2: Yeah, you’re just a fragile Barbie Doll.
Their words angered me to the point where I had to walk outside. I knew that if I confronted them, things would go awry. I sat outside on a chair near the door and took in a few deep breaths. I was angry, but slowly but surely I was able to soothe myself with the scene closing.
I was pissed, and there was no doubt about it. Anyone who drove by that day could see it. Little did those morons know that their words would serve as motivation. They didn’t know that their words were my fuel to get where I am today; my fuel to become Ruby Champion.
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Ashley Mastrangelo: AH HA!
Ashley grabs the shoulder strap of her tank top and acts as if she’s pulling herself to the couch, eventually throwing herself unto said couch. She jumps in the air and lands in a laying position with her head perched up on the arm of the chair by her hand. Looking as if she was posing for a modeling picture, Ashley brings the story further to light.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did that get it through to the other three of you who will be chained up this Sunday on Pay Per View? Did it? The message is loud and clear and I guarantee each and every one of you that if I hear the words, or something similar to the phrase, “Ashley doesn’t care about wrestling.”, I’m going to kick your mother in her vagina so hard that you yourself will feel the effects of a concussion.
Ashley sits up on her couch, again pulling on her shoulder strap to get into position. Straightening out her shirts, she looks into the camera with that cute smile we’ve all come accustomed to.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I the underdog in this contest Sunday? Yes. The least experienced as far as length of career? Yes.
She leans into the camera to emphasize her point.
Ashley Mastrangelo: But don’t let that fool you. I have the heart of ten tin men, the courage of ten cowardly lions, and better yet one million times the brains of the scarecrow. You take the total package of beauty and brains, and you see me. So go ahead, I dare you, for the love of God, the three of you: take me for granted; don’t talk about or to me, and you don’t expect any sort of challenge from me at all this Sunday. Just know that when I’m holding that Ruby Title high overhead, I’ll do it with a cute look on my face. Then, in slow motion, I want you to read my lips as I say, “I told you so!”
Again Ashley lays down on the couch, resting her head comfortably on the cushion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So now that I’ve found myself, I feel bad for the rest of you. Don’t let the package fool you boys and more importantly girls…this Firecracker’s got some pop.
Ashley gets comfortable before her signature wink to the camera as the scene fades to black.
Well howdy there pardner.