Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Sept 22, 2013 3:04:36 GMT
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m just a girl.
The scene opens up and we see Ashley sitting on a porch somewhere in suburbia, the exact location unknown. She’s in a white rocking chair on a porch made of slate blue painted wood leading up to a two floor home that has been well-taken care of. As she rocks back and forth in a slow steady motion, the camera pans back toward her as she explains her first words.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, really, what else do you want me to say? As I sit here and rock back and forth, enjoying the simplicity of my life, I can’t think of anything else that would set one’s mind at ease. I’m a girl who was presented an opportunity and like any sane, able person, I took it. That opportunity was one that allowed me to straighten out my life. That choice I made to seize that opportunity has led to many great things, but of them all, I really enjoy the simplicity that choice has afforded me.
Standing from the porch, Ashley walks to the thick rail surrounding the veranda and leans over it on her elbows with her hands bent at the wrists, dangling over the side.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Before, my life was full of what-ifs. I didn’t know if my next moment would be one of loneliness, one of jail time, or one of enjoyment. There was always that maybe factor that to be quite honest, scared the absolute crap out of me. So now that my life is back in order, and now that things have gotten to a great place of simple solitude, I have another opportunity presented to me this Sunday night at Extreme Endurance. I get a one-on-one shot with the Ruby Champion herself, Amber Richards.
Before continuing, Ashley takes in a deep breath and looks over the horizon as she tries to articulate the next flow of words to emanate from her pink glossy lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Amber, you and I are totally different people. You know it and I know it. You’ve said all along that you are a wrestler. You’ve wanted to do this your entire life, and both your skill level and the fact that you hold the Ruby Title are significant proof of those claims. Admittedly, I never thought of this as a career until it was brought to my attention. I didn’t sit there on the couch with my Dad or my brother and watch wrestling. I never saw it and said somewhere along the lines of “that’s my calling.” As a matter of fact Amber, it was quite the opposite. I heard the words “professional wrestling” and I thought, contrary to what I now know, scripted, over-dramatic, fake fighting. Acting if you will. I didn’t care about this business, I didn’t respect those who came before us, quite frankly, if I never heard the words “professional wrestling” I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
Ashley removes herself from the banister and turns toward the camera for all to see.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This is where we’re different yet so similar though Amber. The difference is that you knew you wanted this, and I found out later on. The similarity though is somewhat glaring in the fact that we both want this now. Through training and teaching I learned about that history I cared not for. I learned to appreciate those who came before me, and those who continue to carry on the legacy brought forth from those past. That includes you. Amber, there’s no doubt that you’re more skilled than I am. There’s no doubt that if someone were betting on this match they would pick you in a heartbeat. However, if I stopped every time someone said I couldn’t do something I wouldn’t be in this position. If I quit the moment had negative criticism for me, I wouldn’t be here. So bring on your words of doubt big and small and your trash talk of how I’m simply a pretty face. I hope you think you’re that much better than me because to be honest, it just makes things that much sweeter when I knock you off the oh so might pedestal you’ve perched yourself atop of.
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=== Innocent Beginnings ===
It all began a few nights ago. Being girls in our early twenties, we tend to want to let loose once in a while. We tend to want to dress rather slutty and have what many call, “Girl’s Night” with me and my two best friends Danielle and April. We were all attractive, and I don’t mean that in a “pat myself on the back” sort of way. Guys looked at us and we knew it. It had been a few months since we all had that chance to go out together. Either it was me and my wrestling schedule or it was them and their own endeavors. None of us had boyfriends so that definitely wasn’t the problem. Well, it was, but not the problem stopping us from going out. A girl has needs too, you know? So we all made the plans and finally said to each other: “Bust out the hooker-wear!”
The night itself would quickly end up in Downtown Willoughby. Willoughby is an Eastern suburb of Cleveland, and seeing as how Extreme Endurance was in Cleveland, it meant no travel which meant no restrictions. Can a girl say “PARTY TIME!”? I got ready in my apartment first though, my apparel set with a belly revealing black top and a tight, short denim skirt, with a great pair of heels that just set off the whole ensemble. I waited in my living room for my phone to ring, and sure enough it did.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hello? Okay. On my way down.
Danielle was driving as she wasn’t one to drink other than special occasions. As I got down stairs and walked to the car with a rapid succession of the clicks of my heels one after another, I saw that April was already in the car in the back seat. Walking around I sat in the passenger seat and away we went into the night. After hitting a couple of bars we were at one of the local night clubs. The beats were dropping, and there was a total smash of dance fever in the air. The girls and I were on the dance floor, doing what we do until the end of the song in which we returned to the bar full of laughter during one of our conversations when all of a sudden, the bartender brings me a drink.
Bartender: Compliments of that gentlemen over there.
Looking in the direction she pointed in I saw a man a little older than me with sandy brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes looking in my direction with a smile. My cohorts looked in the same direction as I picked up my drink, kindly smiled and took a sip from the cocktail straw much to his delight as was obvious when he flashed me his pearly white teeth. I blushed a little as I turned my back to the bar, as did both of the women accompanying me.
Danielle Thorne: Oh my God, did you see him?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh-huh.
Karen Inge: He’s cute.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh-huh.
Danielle Thorne: Maybe you should…you know?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Maybe I am.
Danielle Thorne: OHHH, you go girl!
A smile appeared on my face as I bit on the straw before slowly turning back to the bar, glancing over to see the delicious hunk of meat, still staring in my direction. I leaned away from the bar to separate from the small crowd and head around toward him. Before walking away, I turned toward the two friends of mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Here goes nothing.
With a cute little wink I walked over to the guy who did his best to make like he didn’t know I was there. I placed my hand on his shoulder causing him to turn.
Mystery Man: Well hello there.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hi. I just wanted to come over personally and thank you for the drink.
Mystery Man: It’s no problem at all. One would think that a girl like you would get those more often.
He seemed genuinely interested. I pulled the empty seat next to him from the bar and had a seat.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I haven’t been getting out too much, work and all.
Mystery Man: Oh? What is it you do?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m a professional wrestler.
Mystery Man: No really, what do you do?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m serious.
Mystery Man: Wow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mystery Man: Nothing. Just a little surprised. I look at you and see five and a half feet and maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Didn’t expect that as an answer.
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. It’s a common assumption, one that I sometimes grow tired of despite the fact that it’s an innocent mistake.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Just because I’m not some muscle-bound freak doesn’t mean I can’t be a wrestler.
Mystery Man: No, really, I meant no offense. It just caught me off guard is all. Let me make it up to you.
He grabbed a pen from the bar and wrote on a napkin before folding it in half and sliding it toward me. I picked it up and saw a phone number on it. I folded said napkin in half and tucked it in the shallow pocket of my skirt. I stood from my stool and with a smile on my face, leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Play your cards right.
The two of us looked into each other’s eyes as the scene fades.
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Ashley Mastrangelo: I hope you get the message Amber, seriously.
The scene opens to Ashley, fully dressed down in her pajamas, sitting on her bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, just in case you don’t, here it is for you in blunt, bold English. You don’t scare me. There isn’t one single thing about you that is scary. You talk a big game, and make all these idol threats, but to this day, you’ve carried out none of them. You’ve made every attempt, but like a guy at the bar who slides you his number on a napkin, who really knows if you can play your cards right and actually get the job done?
She maneuvers herself ever so slightly so that she is now under the covers as she reclines back, propped up by the pillows against the headboard behind her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You’ve threatened to not only beat me, but hurt me. Really? How rude. I mean, what did I do to you to deserve that kind of verbal bashing? No matter really, I was just curious. Instead of focusing on hurting me Amber, maybe you should really focus on the true task at hand…defending your championship. I wouldn’t want you getting over-zealous about hurting me that it costs you that pretty accessory around your waist, because we all know that it would look better on me anyway. No, don’t do that at all because I wouldn’t want there to be some wild excuse when you lose. I’ll take a different route Amber. I won’t threaten to beat you with in an inch of your life. I won’t threaten to rip your arm off and stick it up your rounded buttocks. Hell, I won’t even tell you that I’m going to win because as of right now, that’s a true uncertainty that only time will be able to tell. I will tell you that I am walking down the ramp this Sunday with every single intention of taking that title from around your waist, and putting around mine. I’m heading into this match with every motivation to knock you off the pedestal of which you have perched yourself. This Sunday I look to achieve a goal, a dream if you will, that I’ve only had for a short time. At Extreme Endurance, I look to win the IWF Ruby Title. I hope you’re ready for the onslaught coming your way. I hope you’re ready for me.
She reaches over and twists the knob on the lamp beside her turning the room into total darkness.
The scene opens up and we see Ashley sitting on a porch somewhere in suburbia, the exact location unknown. She’s in a white rocking chair on a porch made of slate blue painted wood leading up to a two floor home that has been well-taken care of. As she rocks back and forth in a slow steady motion, the camera pans back toward her as she explains her first words.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, really, what else do you want me to say? As I sit here and rock back and forth, enjoying the simplicity of my life, I can’t think of anything else that would set one’s mind at ease. I’m a girl who was presented an opportunity and like any sane, able person, I took it. That opportunity was one that allowed me to straighten out my life. That choice I made to seize that opportunity has led to many great things, but of them all, I really enjoy the simplicity that choice has afforded me.
Standing from the porch, Ashley walks to the thick rail surrounding the veranda and leans over it on her elbows with her hands bent at the wrists, dangling over the side.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Before, my life was full of what-ifs. I didn’t know if my next moment would be one of loneliness, one of jail time, or one of enjoyment. There was always that maybe factor that to be quite honest, scared the absolute crap out of me. So now that my life is back in order, and now that things have gotten to a great place of simple solitude, I have another opportunity presented to me this Sunday night at Extreme Endurance. I get a one-on-one shot with the Ruby Champion herself, Amber Richards.
Before continuing, Ashley takes in a deep breath and looks over the horizon as she tries to articulate the next flow of words to emanate from her pink glossy lips.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Amber, you and I are totally different people. You know it and I know it. You’ve said all along that you are a wrestler. You’ve wanted to do this your entire life, and both your skill level and the fact that you hold the Ruby Title are significant proof of those claims. Admittedly, I never thought of this as a career until it was brought to my attention. I didn’t sit there on the couch with my Dad or my brother and watch wrestling. I never saw it and said somewhere along the lines of “that’s my calling.” As a matter of fact Amber, it was quite the opposite. I heard the words “professional wrestling” and I thought, contrary to what I now know, scripted, over-dramatic, fake fighting. Acting if you will. I didn’t care about this business, I didn’t respect those who came before us, quite frankly, if I never heard the words “professional wrestling” I wouldn’t have thought twice about it.
Ashley removes herself from the banister and turns toward the camera for all to see.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This is where we’re different yet so similar though Amber. The difference is that you knew you wanted this, and I found out later on. The similarity though is somewhat glaring in the fact that we both want this now. Through training and teaching I learned about that history I cared not for. I learned to appreciate those who came before me, and those who continue to carry on the legacy brought forth from those past. That includes you. Amber, there’s no doubt that you’re more skilled than I am. There’s no doubt that if someone were betting on this match they would pick you in a heartbeat. However, if I stopped every time someone said I couldn’t do something I wouldn’t be in this position. If I quit the moment had negative criticism for me, I wouldn’t be here. So bring on your words of doubt big and small and your trash talk of how I’m simply a pretty face. I hope you think you’re that much better than me because to be honest, it just makes things that much sweeter when I knock you off the oh so might pedestal you’ve perched yourself atop of.
====================
=== Innocent Beginnings ===
It all began a few nights ago. Being girls in our early twenties, we tend to want to let loose once in a while. We tend to want to dress rather slutty and have what many call, “Girl’s Night” with me and my two best friends Danielle and April. We were all attractive, and I don’t mean that in a “pat myself on the back” sort of way. Guys looked at us and we knew it. It had been a few months since we all had that chance to go out together. Either it was me and my wrestling schedule or it was them and their own endeavors. None of us had boyfriends so that definitely wasn’t the problem. Well, it was, but not the problem stopping us from going out. A girl has needs too, you know? So we all made the plans and finally said to each other: “Bust out the hooker-wear!”
The night itself would quickly end up in Downtown Willoughby. Willoughby is an Eastern suburb of Cleveland, and seeing as how Extreme Endurance was in Cleveland, it meant no travel which meant no restrictions. Can a girl say “PARTY TIME!”? I got ready in my apartment first though, my apparel set with a belly revealing black top and a tight, short denim skirt, with a great pair of heels that just set off the whole ensemble. I waited in my living room for my phone to ring, and sure enough it did.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hello? Okay. On my way down.
Danielle was driving as she wasn’t one to drink other than special occasions. As I got down stairs and walked to the car with a rapid succession of the clicks of my heels one after another, I saw that April was already in the car in the back seat. Walking around I sat in the passenger seat and away we went into the night. After hitting a couple of bars we were at one of the local night clubs. The beats were dropping, and there was a total smash of dance fever in the air. The girls and I were on the dance floor, doing what we do until the end of the song in which we returned to the bar full of laughter during one of our conversations when all of a sudden, the bartender brings me a drink.
Bartender: Compliments of that gentlemen over there.
Looking in the direction she pointed in I saw a man a little older than me with sandy brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes looking in my direction with a smile. My cohorts looked in the same direction as I picked up my drink, kindly smiled and took a sip from the cocktail straw much to his delight as was obvious when he flashed me his pearly white teeth. I blushed a little as I turned my back to the bar, as did both of the women accompanying me.
Danielle Thorne: Oh my God, did you see him?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh-huh.
Karen Inge: He’s cute.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh-huh.
Danielle Thorne: Maybe you should…you know?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Maybe I am.
Danielle Thorne: OHHH, you go girl!
A smile appeared on my face as I bit on the straw before slowly turning back to the bar, glancing over to see the delicious hunk of meat, still staring in my direction. I leaned away from the bar to separate from the small crowd and head around toward him. Before walking away, I turned toward the two friends of mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Here goes nothing.
With a cute little wink I walked over to the guy who did his best to make like he didn’t know I was there. I placed my hand on his shoulder causing him to turn.
Mystery Man: Well hello there.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Hi. I just wanted to come over personally and thank you for the drink.
Mystery Man: It’s no problem at all. One would think that a girl like you would get those more often.
He seemed genuinely interested. I pulled the empty seat next to him from the bar and had a seat.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I haven’t been getting out too much, work and all.
Mystery Man: Oh? What is it you do?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m a professional wrestler.
Mystery Man: No really, what do you do?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m serious.
Mystery Man: Wow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What?
Mystery Man: Nothing. Just a little surprised. I look at you and see five and a half feet and maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet. Didn’t expect that as an answer.
I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head. It’s a common assumption, one that I sometimes grow tired of despite the fact that it’s an innocent mistake.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Just because I’m not some muscle-bound freak doesn’t mean I can’t be a wrestler.
Mystery Man: No, really, I meant no offense. It just caught me off guard is all. Let me make it up to you.
He grabbed a pen from the bar and wrote on a napkin before folding it in half and sliding it toward me. I picked it up and saw a phone number on it. I folded said napkin in half and tucked it in the shallow pocket of my skirt. I stood from my stool and with a smile on my face, leaned toward him and whispered in his ear.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Play your cards right.
The two of us looked into each other’s eyes as the scene fades.
====================
Ashley Mastrangelo: I hope you get the message Amber, seriously.
The scene opens to Ashley, fully dressed down in her pajamas, sitting on her bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, just in case you don’t, here it is for you in blunt, bold English. You don’t scare me. There isn’t one single thing about you that is scary. You talk a big game, and make all these idol threats, but to this day, you’ve carried out none of them. You’ve made every attempt, but like a guy at the bar who slides you his number on a napkin, who really knows if you can play your cards right and actually get the job done?
She maneuvers herself ever so slightly so that she is now under the covers as she reclines back, propped up by the pillows against the headboard behind her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You’ve threatened to not only beat me, but hurt me. Really? How rude. I mean, what did I do to you to deserve that kind of verbal bashing? No matter really, I was just curious. Instead of focusing on hurting me Amber, maybe you should really focus on the true task at hand…defending your championship. I wouldn’t want you getting over-zealous about hurting me that it costs you that pretty accessory around your waist, because we all know that it would look better on me anyway. No, don’t do that at all because I wouldn’t want there to be some wild excuse when you lose. I’ll take a different route Amber. I won’t threaten to beat you with in an inch of your life. I won’t threaten to rip your arm off and stick it up your rounded buttocks. Hell, I won’t even tell you that I’m going to win because as of right now, that’s a true uncertainty that only time will be able to tell. I will tell you that I am walking down the ramp this Sunday with every single intention of taking that title from around your waist, and putting around mine. I’m heading into this match with every motivation to knock you off the pedestal of which you have perched yourself. This Sunday I look to achieve a goal, a dream if you will, that I’ve only had for a short time. At Extreme Endurance, I look to win the IWF Ruby Title. I hope you’re ready for the onslaught coming your way. I hope you’re ready for me.
She reaches over and twists the knob on the lamp beside her turning the room into total darkness.
Well howdy there pardner.