Oh whatever.

[Ayla St. James]

You know.. I studied acting in college, it wasn't my major by any means, but I had plenty of time spent in the theater, listening, watching and developing a love for the fine art of portraying another person entirely. The way you move, the way you present yourself, the way you speak..

People call me fake all the time because I'm an actor, and while they're entirely wrong I understand where they are coming from. So, speaking as an actor, let me just say..

Nobody believes you.

Really? It's all about respect now? So, wow.. you act like a complete egomaniac, emulating with perfect precision the man who trained you, and words from little old me hits you where it hurts. So suddenly the script gets all flipped and now you're all about honor and love of the business and the fact that I called you all those names wounds your soul.

Psst, your BS is showing, you might want to cover that up.

I call it as I see it honey. Come out like each week, telling us how awesome you are, having excuses for every failure, and you get told that you have an ego the size of the U.S.S. Missouri. I didn't say it to hurt your feelings, I just didn't care if I did. The same way I shrug off people telling me how weak and fake I am, would be the same way you'd act if you had any faith in yourself or any conviction for anything you've ever said. But no, there you are, changing the script to suit the point you're trying to make this week. You're new, you want to get off on the right foot.. so here came the ego. You got called out on the ego, so now you're all respect and hard work.

It's crap, in it's purest form.

You know what's kind of hilarious? You brought up the whole "disrespecting partner" thing, of course a jab at me for what I said about Laszlo when he and I teamed.. then you know, I went on to make someone tap and win it for us.

Just some food for thought. I got it done, without any help from your "amazing mentor", so you might wanna think about that before you simply label me as your first "post-champion" win.

By the way, someone really into the respect and hard work of the wrestling business, wouldn't have said that. Sorry, did that ruin your plans? Tough luck, shoulda been real from the start sparky.

I'm not the best wrestler in the world, probably not even in the top 100, even though that poll put me there. What I am is a woman who makes mistakes and owns up to them. A woman who works on being better not only at what she does, but as a person in general. I'm open, honest, and I'm quite alright with people being the same way, even if I hate what they have to say.

I'm just me..

Although slowly losing my frickin mind lately, but that's another story entirely.

But you know what Ash? I don't hate you, I don't even really dislike you. Even when I called you out on all your nonsense, both then and now, I've still given you more credit than being Laszlo with boobs.

But hey, you know, if being fake and switching back and forth between ideals on a whim is what you're into, then go for it. What I say, shouldn't matter to you at all if you're at least being real to yourself. But hey, you're the Ruby Champion.. run with that if you feel the only way to validate this career you suddenly have so much pride in.

Now, if you'll forgive me for not being real concerned with the goings on of the current Diamond title scene, I have to try and salvage what's left of my sanity.

Whatever,

Love Ayla.

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{We barely see Ayla, sitting in the darkness of her bedroom, facing away from the camera. The only light is off down the hallway, as right now, it's the only light that seems to work. She's clutching herself, and seems to be talking.}

So.. apparently it's not very effective to not know who you're facing each week..

{A voice, light but very cynical and clearly female, called out from the darkness, responding to what she had said, and yet seemed to come from everywhere at once.}

I saw that.. said the wrong name huh..?

Yea.

What does it matter? They're all carbon copy clones of each other, parroting their points like they read from cue cards.

I suppose it's supposed to be embarassing.

If you cared..

If I cared.. you're right.

So you don't care?

I'm finding it hard these days.

Slowly losing your self respect, are you..

I guess you could say that.

So, show me..

Again?

Again.

{Ayla dislodged her arms from around her body, then lifted her tank top up in the front, showing off her assets to the darkness.}

No hesitation this time. Man you have lost your self respect.

I'm in the dark, showing my juggs to a ghost, what do you think?

So, you've accepted that I'm real?

I've accepted that you're here.. does that count?

{Silence for a few seconds.}

A...are you still there?

Oh, I haven't abandoned you, my sweet pet. I'm just happy.

Happy? About what?

Now that you know I'm here.. we can start on building you into the woman you were meant to be.

Wait.. what? Who am I meant to be?

When all is said and done my pet, you will know. First thing, is making a little statement this Monday.

{Ayla put her top back down, and sat there mutely for a few seconds. Then her shoulders shrugged.}

Oh, what do I need to do?