Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Sept 22, 2013 14:43:09 GMT
Ashley Mastrangelo: Like, oh-em-gee you guys. I just watched Life of a Bitch on television and it was so freaking exciting let me tell you. First there was Amber Richards being Amber Richards. You know, squawking on and on and on about how she poured blood, sweat, and tears in a bucket, mixed it all about and out popped her career. She told us the hard life she lived through to get where she is…AGAIN. I mean, so what, you lived in your car. You’re not the first and you probably won’t be the last. Don’t be mad at me because your family didn’t and probably still doesn’t love you like mine does, totally not my fault. OH! Then there was the grand conclusion to the show. The part where there’s supposed to be a cliff hanger, only instead, there was failure and thank God the scene ended, and I hope to God and all that’s holy that the network pulls the plug on that horrible rendition of what is supposed to be “The Hard Life”.
As all this was being said, the scene opens up to Ashley sitting in the stands at Quicken Loans Arena, home of tonight’s Extreme Endurance. The crew below is setting up the stage equipment and the ring as she sits and watches everything below her with a smile on her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I almost went to jail so you’ve got nothing on me Amber. I was nice to you. All I did was point out our similarities and our differences and you went on this tirade about your hardships and in the end, the world begged you to please shut the hell up. This isn’t Europe, we don’t care what kind of gross bodily fluid mix created your career, all we care about here in the good ole United States is results. Results say that you are champion and deservedly so, but I’ve already been over all that. You’re skilled, we know, next topic. Do you know what you’re not Amber? You’re not too quick. I don’t mean physically. You’re not quick mentally, and you’re not quick in the actions you take.
Ashley sits back in the chair and gets more comfortable as she illustrated the points she’s about to make.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What took you all that time over in Europe. Your career of being backseat trash while you wrestled from sweaty gym to sweaty gym for some cheap amount of compensation, to me sounds like you’re a hooker honestly. I digress though. I did all of that in a few months’ time. I ascended to the point that I was signed and put in the same prospect status as you in a few months. Contrary to popular belief, I have busted my ass more than you or anyone else will EVER know. I’ve learned more in a few months than many others do in their fizzled out careers and to be as honest as can be, I hear the words that emanate from your lips and rather than hear what you’re actually saying, all I hear is, “I’m jealous!”
Ashley stands from her seat and motions her arms outward as if she is showing off the entire arena and the IWF world being setup below.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This is my home now Amber. It may not have been my ambition growing up, but I guaran-damn-tee you right now that it is my passion now. If I wanted to do something else, you can bet your tea and crumpets ass that I would be doing it, but I am here because this is what I want. Detract all you want about where I came from compared to where you came from. Continue to say how you are better because of the way you were brought up to want this because all it is, is talk.
Ashley heads over to the isle and starts walking down the steps as the camera moves backward, matching her step for step.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m not a nobody Amber. I’m the Number One Contender for your Ruby Title. I’m your next obstacle in life. I’m the obstacle that one on one, you won’t be able to overcome.
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=== Uhhhh ===
The morning after is always a bitch. My eyes slowly opened and I could see the sun starting to peak through the window, a window that wasn’t mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh crap.
As I sat up in the bed, I quickly noticed that my shirt was missing and clutched the blanket up against my chest. Scanning the room I was in I could tell it was a man’s room and I looked around for my clothes, soon to find them folded neatly beside me on the nightstand. A little confused, I made sure nobody was around and quickly put them on. As if on cue, as my shirt fell over my shoulders I heard the click of the door being opened behind me. Flipping around I saw the guy from last night walking in with two coffee cups.
Mystery Man: Good morning sunshine.
A blushing smile came over my face as I watched him close the door and walk over in my direction.
Mystery Man: Here, thought you could use this after last night.
I was unsure of him and the look on my face displayed that thought process as I slowly took the cup.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh, thanks? What happened? Weren’t we at a bar?
Mystery Man: We were. Your friends left without you at your behest and then things got a little crazy and you ended up here.
I couldn’t help but give a little chuckle before taking a sip of my mocha. God I love the taste of that stuff.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sure, I just ended up here huh?
Mystery Man: You asked.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I DID NOT!
He laughed as he looked to the ground before getting back up off the chair.
Mystery Man: You most certainly did young lady.
I tried really hard to remember the night before but it was all coming in bits and pieces. Hell, I didn’t even know this guy’s name. CRAP! How do I talk to him without knowing his name? Screw it, he knew I was drunk, I’ll just ask.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, this is gonna sound really funny.
Mystery Man: What’s that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s your name?
He laughed a bit, but seemed caught off guard by the seriousness of the look in my eyes.
Mystery Man: Wait, you’re serious?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I just got really drunk and I tend to forget these sort of things even when I’m sober.
Mystery Man: It’s quite alright. I understand. The name’s Ryan, Ryan Slatts.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well Ryan Slatts, I’m…
Ryan Slatts: Ashley, I know. I wasn’t drunk remember?
I won’t lie, I was embarrassed. I looked like an idiot and I was kind of starting to like this guy. I looked away from him for a moment and just happened to look over at the bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did we…you know?
Ryan Slatts: Absolutely not.
The way he said it made me snap my head back toward him, smacking him in the face with my hair.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What do you mean “absolutely not”!?
Ryan Slatts: Ow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I not good enough for you!?
He found this whole thing amusing…it totally wasn’t.
Ryan Slatts: No. That’s not at all the case.
I was fuming, but I’m Italian. We as a people tend to do such things. It’s in my genes and it’s not my fault. He put his hands on my shoulders, and in a fit of rage I pulled away. He could tell I was offended and wanted to make amends.
Ryan Slatts: Ashley, you’re a beautiful young woman. I’m a guy who doesn’t take advantage of women in the position you were in last night. I was tempted, sure as the sun is out today, but that’s just not who I am.
I started to cool down a bit. His reasoning made sense, and to be honest, I’m glad he didn’t take advantage of me, it would have felt wrong. I backed up a few steps and sat on the bed, thinking of his notion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So nothing happened?
Ryan Slatts: We kissed a few times.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Kissed?
Ryan Slatts: Yeah. It was good, at least on my end. I hope it was on yours too.
I held my head in my hands as I leaned forward, then sat up and pulled my hair back out of my face, letting out a deep sigh.
Ashley Mastrangelo: God, I hate it when I get drunk.
He laughed as he walked over and sat next to me.
Ryan Slatts: If it makes you feel better, you’re a classy drunk.
I smiled sarcastically as I grabbed my shoes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks. Sorry I don’t remember much.
Ryan Slatts: Well, I’ll accept your apology on one condition.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh geez, here’s the catch.
Ryan Slatts: Yep. I’ll accept if you got out with me on a real date. I know you have a hectic schedule and all, but I’ll call you and make arrangements that are suitable.
I thought about his proposal for a minute and then turned to him and nodded in agreement.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright. Sounds like a plan. Did I give you my number?
Ryan Slatts: You did…and some other stuff.
Playfully I smack him on the shoulder and stand up from the bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I gotta get ready for work.
Ryan Slatts: Well then, allow me the privilege of taking you home?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sure.
The two of us walk out the door as the scene fades.
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The scene re-emerges of Ashley in the arena. By now the stage is setup as is the ring in the center of the floor. In the surrounding area, crews can be seen still running around from side to side making final adjustments. Ashley meanwhile is sitting in the center of the ring, her eyes closed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you know what I’m imagining right now? I’m imagining a jam packed Quicken Loans arena tonight. There’s not a seat left in the whole building that isn’t occupied by a paying fan. They’re cheering for the people in the ring. Then I hear the sound of a hand slapping the mat repeatedly in rapid fashion before a ring bell echoes throughout the sold out crowd. Then comes that moment I’ve waited for since I started wrestling.
Ashley stands to her feet and raises her arm in the air.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And neeeeeeeew IWF Ruby Champion…Ashley Mastrangelooooooo!
Ashley sits back down in the same Indian-style stance.
Ashley Mastrangelo: The crowd is going wild as Journey plays in the background. As I celebrate with my newly won championship. Then I turn and see you grasping at one of your appendages, whichever one you’d like to imagine, wincing in pain. I jump down from the middle turnbuckle and walk over to you. I’ll help you up and shake your hand, and you’ll retreat to the back in an effort to plot your next move.
Ashley stands back up again and opens her eyes. Her focused, laser-like eyes staring a hole through the lens.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s what I’m hoping for tonight, but unfortunately, that’s probably not going to be the reality of things because that’s not where we are here in the IWF. We’re in the world of power hungry, blood thirsty whores who are out for themselves, and don’t give a damn about anything else. To an extent, that’s understandable, but there’s only so far that can go. So while I sit there and dream of shaking your hand after a hard fought match Amber, I know that it probably won’t come to fruition.
Ashley looks into the camera confused.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s wrong? You look puzzled. Did you think that I meant me winning was the non-realistic part of the equation? I don’t care who I step in that ring with, I will put up the fight of my life. They don’t call me the scrappy little Italian for no reason. I don’t care how skilled you are Amber. I don’t care how much you think you’re better than me. I know who I am, and I know what I’m capable of and that is what truly matters. Sunday you find out what I am truly capable of, and if I have it my way…at least part of my dream will become reality.
The scene fades as Ashley looks around in a circular pattern at the soon to be filled but currently empty arena.
As all this was being said, the scene opens up to Ashley sitting in the stands at Quicken Loans Arena, home of tonight’s Extreme Endurance. The crew below is setting up the stage equipment and the ring as she sits and watches everything below her with a smile on her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I almost went to jail so you’ve got nothing on me Amber. I was nice to you. All I did was point out our similarities and our differences and you went on this tirade about your hardships and in the end, the world begged you to please shut the hell up. This isn’t Europe, we don’t care what kind of gross bodily fluid mix created your career, all we care about here in the good ole United States is results. Results say that you are champion and deservedly so, but I’ve already been over all that. You’re skilled, we know, next topic. Do you know what you’re not Amber? You’re not too quick. I don’t mean physically. You’re not quick mentally, and you’re not quick in the actions you take.
Ashley sits back in the chair and gets more comfortable as she illustrated the points she’s about to make.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What took you all that time over in Europe. Your career of being backseat trash while you wrestled from sweaty gym to sweaty gym for some cheap amount of compensation, to me sounds like you’re a hooker honestly. I digress though. I did all of that in a few months’ time. I ascended to the point that I was signed and put in the same prospect status as you in a few months. Contrary to popular belief, I have busted my ass more than you or anyone else will EVER know. I’ve learned more in a few months than many others do in their fizzled out careers and to be as honest as can be, I hear the words that emanate from your lips and rather than hear what you’re actually saying, all I hear is, “I’m jealous!”
Ashley stands from her seat and motions her arms outward as if she is showing off the entire arena and the IWF world being setup below.
Ashley Mastrangelo: This is my home now Amber. It may not have been my ambition growing up, but I guaran-damn-tee you right now that it is my passion now. If I wanted to do something else, you can bet your tea and crumpets ass that I would be doing it, but I am here because this is what I want. Detract all you want about where I came from compared to where you came from. Continue to say how you are better because of the way you were brought up to want this because all it is, is talk.
Ashley heads over to the isle and starts walking down the steps as the camera moves backward, matching her step for step.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I’m not a nobody Amber. I’m the Number One Contender for your Ruby Title. I’m your next obstacle in life. I’m the obstacle that one on one, you won’t be able to overcome.
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=== Uhhhh ===
The morning after is always a bitch. My eyes slowly opened and I could see the sun starting to peak through the window, a window that wasn’t mine.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh crap.
As I sat up in the bed, I quickly noticed that my shirt was missing and clutched the blanket up against my chest. Scanning the room I was in I could tell it was a man’s room and I looked around for my clothes, soon to find them folded neatly beside me on the nightstand. A little confused, I made sure nobody was around and quickly put them on. As if on cue, as my shirt fell over my shoulders I heard the click of the door being opened behind me. Flipping around I saw the guy from last night walking in with two coffee cups.
Mystery Man: Good morning sunshine.
A blushing smile came over my face as I watched him close the door and walk over in my direction.
Mystery Man: Here, thought you could use this after last night.
I was unsure of him and the look on my face displayed that thought process as I slowly took the cup.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh, thanks? What happened? Weren’t we at a bar?
Mystery Man: We were. Your friends left without you at your behest and then things got a little crazy and you ended up here.
I couldn’t help but give a little chuckle before taking a sip of my mocha. God I love the taste of that stuff.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sure, I just ended up here huh?
Mystery Man: You asked.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I DID NOT!
He laughed as he looked to the ground before getting back up off the chair.
Mystery Man: You most certainly did young lady.
I tried really hard to remember the night before but it was all coming in bits and pieces. Hell, I didn’t even know this guy’s name. CRAP! How do I talk to him without knowing his name? Screw it, he knew I was drunk, I’ll just ask.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, this is gonna sound really funny.
Mystery Man: What’s that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s your name?
He laughed a bit, but seemed caught off guard by the seriousness of the look in my eyes.
Mystery Man: Wait, you’re serious?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I just got really drunk and I tend to forget these sort of things even when I’m sober.
Mystery Man: It’s quite alright. I understand. The name’s Ryan, Ryan Slatts.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well Ryan Slatts, I’m…
Ryan Slatts: Ashley, I know. I wasn’t drunk remember?
I won’t lie, I was embarrassed. I looked like an idiot and I was kind of starting to like this guy. I looked away from him for a moment and just happened to look over at the bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did we…you know?
Ryan Slatts: Absolutely not.
The way he said it made me snap my head back toward him, smacking him in the face with my hair.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What do you mean “absolutely not”!?
Ryan Slatts: Ow.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Am I not good enough for you!?
He found this whole thing amusing…it totally wasn’t.
Ryan Slatts: No. That’s not at all the case.
I was fuming, but I’m Italian. We as a people tend to do such things. It’s in my genes and it’s not my fault. He put his hands on my shoulders, and in a fit of rage I pulled away. He could tell I was offended and wanted to make amends.
Ryan Slatts: Ashley, you’re a beautiful young woman. I’m a guy who doesn’t take advantage of women in the position you were in last night. I was tempted, sure as the sun is out today, but that’s just not who I am.
I started to cool down a bit. His reasoning made sense, and to be honest, I’m glad he didn’t take advantage of me, it would have felt wrong. I backed up a few steps and sat on the bed, thinking of his notion.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So nothing happened?
Ryan Slatts: We kissed a few times.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Kissed?
Ryan Slatts: Yeah. It was good, at least on my end. I hope it was on yours too.
I held my head in my hands as I leaned forward, then sat up and pulled my hair back out of my face, letting out a deep sigh.
Ashley Mastrangelo: God, I hate it when I get drunk.
He laughed as he walked over and sat next to me.
Ryan Slatts: If it makes you feel better, you’re a classy drunk.
I smiled sarcastically as I grabbed my shoes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Thanks. Sorry I don’t remember much.
Ryan Slatts: Well, I’ll accept your apology on one condition.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh geez, here’s the catch.
Ryan Slatts: Yep. I’ll accept if you got out with me on a real date. I know you have a hectic schedule and all, but I’ll call you and make arrangements that are suitable.
I thought about his proposal for a minute and then turned to him and nodded in agreement.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Alright. Sounds like a plan. Did I give you my number?
Ryan Slatts: You did…and some other stuff.
Playfully I smack him on the shoulder and stand up from the bed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I gotta get ready for work.
Ryan Slatts: Well then, allow me the privilege of taking you home?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Sure.
The two of us walk out the door as the scene fades.
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The scene re-emerges of Ashley in the arena. By now the stage is setup as is the ring in the center of the floor. In the surrounding area, crews can be seen still running around from side to side making final adjustments. Ashley meanwhile is sitting in the center of the ring, her eyes closed.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Do you know what I’m imagining right now? I’m imagining a jam packed Quicken Loans arena tonight. There’s not a seat left in the whole building that isn’t occupied by a paying fan. They’re cheering for the people in the ring. Then I hear the sound of a hand slapping the mat repeatedly in rapid fashion before a ring bell echoes throughout the sold out crowd. Then comes that moment I’ve waited for since I started wrestling.
Ashley stands to her feet and raises her arm in the air.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And neeeeeeeew IWF Ruby Champion…Ashley Mastrangelooooooo!
Ashley sits back down in the same Indian-style stance.
Ashley Mastrangelo: The crowd is going wild as Journey plays in the background. As I celebrate with my newly won championship. Then I turn and see you grasping at one of your appendages, whichever one you’d like to imagine, wincing in pain. I jump down from the middle turnbuckle and walk over to you. I’ll help you up and shake your hand, and you’ll retreat to the back in an effort to plot your next move.
Ashley stands back up again and opens her eyes. Her focused, laser-like eyes staring a hole through the lens.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s what I’m hoping for tonight, but unfortunately, that’s probably not going to be the reality of things because that’s not where we are here in the IWF. We’re in the world of power hungry, blood thirsty whores who are out for themselves, and don’t give a damn about anything else. To an extent, that’s understandable, but there’s only so far that can go. So while I sit there and dream of shaking your hand after a hard fought match Amber, I know that it probably won’t come to fruition.
Ashley looks into the camera confused.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s wrong? You look puzzled. Did you think that I meant me winning was the non-realistic part of the equation? I don’t care who I step in that ring with, I will put up the fight of my life. They don’t call me the scrappy little Italian for no reason. I don’t care how skilled you are Amber. I don’t care how much you think you’re better than me. I know who I am, and I know what I’m capable of and that is what truly matters. Sunday you find out what I am truly capable of, and if I have it my way…at least part of my dream will become reality.
The scene fades as Ashley looks around in a circular pattern at the soon to be filled but currently empty arena.
Well howdy there pardner.