Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Nov 10, 2013 21:06:13 GMT
Ashley Mastrangelo: So I’m having an issue. I’m in a bit of a, what do they call it? A conundrum? I view myself and have been told be quite a few people that I’m one of the quickest learners to step foot in that ring. I’m an asset to this company. Like a lot of people though…I hate my boss.
The scene opens on those words as we see Ashley standing in front of the arena where Sacrifice is taking place this coming Monday. She stands at the bottom of the steps on the sidewalk in the front of the building with the Ruby Title draped over her shoulder. She looks around on this early morning day, the sun peeking through the clouds on random occasions, and stares through her red sunglasses into the camera directly in front of her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t hate him in the sense that he’s a bad boss. He pays well and I’m sure on some level, he thinks he’s doing what’s right for business. The problem I have with Simon de Montfort is that he directly affecting me, and if there’s one thing I hate as an independent woman, it’s someone speaking for me when I am perfectly capable of doing so myself. That said, Mr. De Montfort…stay out of my business would ya?
She walks over to the stairs and has a seat in her denim jeans, the bottoms covered by the top of her black boots. She folds her hands in her lap, in front of the title now resting on top of her legs and looks around from side to side, then down at the ground, then back at the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There’s something else that has rubbed me the wrong way about Simon, and I’m calling you Simon because this goes way beyond the business aspect of what we do. On national television, you said that I can learn how to be a quote, un-quote “real” champion from Jessica Reed.
She grabs hold of the belt and holds it out to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: The belt that I have in my possession shows that I am a real champion. The fact that I have been able to defend said belt every opportunity I have had to do so, and still possess it says I am a real champion. So for you to question me, my skills, and my commitment; you’ve made things personal and that is unacceptable. If this is your way of challenging me, consider that challenge accepted you no-good pompous ass. Not only is that challenge accepted, but it will be so far exceeded that it will knock you right off that almighty pedestal you have perched yourself upon.
She stands from the steps and hoists the title back over her shoulder and starts walking down the street. She’s not going anywhere in particular, but continues on at a steady pace, the camera following her every move.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That brings me to this week. Due to Simon’s idiotic perception that there’s a lack of talent in our Diamond’s Division, he goes out and he hires one of the Bitches With Attitude, Rayne. Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about you. As a matter of fact, I welcome you and I welcome the challenge you bring to the IWF. Here it is, you’re billed as a bitch, and from what you said, you’re anything but. In that ring, that’s a different story, and I respect that. I’m not looking to become friends, but I am letting you know here and now that there is a mutual respect, and honestly, that’s the hardest thing to find. Everyone wants to get ahead in this business. Everyone all around is out for themselves and doesn’t care for the betterment of the business and that in the end, is what I’m all about. So as much as you look forward to our match Monday, I’m equally looking forward to it. It’s a chance to show that I can hang with one of the legends of this business. It’s an opportunity to show that my name deserves to be up there with the likes of yours, and I salivate for that. That’s what I want for me and for the world we as wrestlers live in.
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=== Are You Kidding Me? ===
The scene opens to me, driving in my red 2013 Kia Soul on I-90 West toward Cleveland, Ohio. There’s a glee in my eye and a bit of perkiness for someone who has already driven a couple hours on long stretches of road through the most boring state in all of the U.S., Pennsylvania. Through the rows of farms, and by the nature carved mountainous regions that line the freeway I hurried along as for the first time in nearly a month, I FINALLY get to see Ryan.
There’s been a few opportunities here and there, but unfortunately for us, and our relationship, something always came up that prevented us from seeing one another. This time was different though. This time was worth me driving back to Cleveland from New York, a little over seven hours, to see my man because there’s absolutely nothing stopping it from happening. He was taking time off from work, vacation time he needed to use, and I had a little break in the Public Relations work for IWF. We made plans to not only meet back in Cleveland, but drive back to the location for Sacrifice together.
No interruptions, no stupid meetings, no unscheduled business trips. It was going to be just me and him for an entire week and I for one CAN’T WAIT!
After a few more hours of driving, seven and a half to be honest, I was home. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, I sat there for a moment and took a deep breath. To be in a car for that long, only stopping for the occasional bathroom break, or fast food stop, was pretty exhausting. As I sat there and thought about what was in store for the rest of the day, a cute little smile slowly crept over my face. Then I started thinking out loud.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are a few more minutes?
With that, I shrug my shoulders and pull right back out of the parking lot. We weren’t supposed to meet right away, but I figured, “Why not surprise him?”
I headed down the street and took a few turns. His loft wasn’t too far from my apartment building, the problem was always the fact that we were seldom ever home. As I pulled up to the building and parallel parked into one of the parking spots, I got out of the car and fed the meter. I straightened out my outfit and made sure I was in tip-top presentable condition and took a deep breath before turning to the door and heading inside. As I stepped in the elevator I could feel that anxious anticipation flowing through my body, sending a giddy shiver up my spine. The doors swung open and I stepped out. Taking a mere few steps to the right, I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
Ryan Slatts: Who is it?
I didn’t answer as I wanted it to be a surprise. Then I was a little surprised by the answer my silence received.
Ryan Slatts: Whoever you are, can you come back later? I’m busy.
I assumed he meant he was getting ready for my arrival and I knocked on the door again.
Ryan Slatts: Who is it?
Again there was silence, but this time I could hear him walking toward the door. He was saying something but I couldn’t quite make it out. Suddenly the door opens slightly and he peeks out into the hall. The look on his face was definitely one of surprise, but the words that followed definitely weren’t what I was expecting.
Ryan Slatts: Uh…um…Ashley. You’re early. What are you doing here?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, you know, travel was a little quicker, traffic was light. I thought I’d surprise you and show up early.
Ryan Slatts: Well, surprise me indeed. Let me get a shirt on and I’ll be right out.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Can’t I come in?
Ryan Slatts: Place is a mess. I was going to clean up before you got here. We can go to lunch and then when we comeback I can grab my stuff and go.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh…okay…I guess.
Ryan Slatts: One second.
He disappears behind the door, closing it practically in my face, and rushes around his loft. I can hear drawers opening and closing and him rushing a little bit more. I stood there and some rather unflattering thoughts ran through my head. I didn’t have much time to think about them though as the door opened, he kissed me in a rush and we were out the door.
As we walked down the street to a nearby restaurant, I looked at him to see if his body language was any different. He seemed nervous as compared to his normal confident self. He didn’t make much eye contact until we were able to sit down at our table and he was pretty much forced to by sitting across the table from me. Finally I got fed up and asked what was going on.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s wrong?
I seemed to catch him off guard as he snapped out of a blank stare.
Ryan Slatts: Wait, what? Huh?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I said, what’s wrong?
Ryan Slatts: Oh, nothing. My minds just occupied.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, un-occupy it. We have a whole week together and I want it to be fun.
He reaches across the table and takes hold of my hand.
Ryan Slatts: I promise.
A sly grin comes across his face that seems to make me even more uneasy than I was before. We go through our lunch and the overall scene is rather quiet. There’s some small talk here and there, but it just wasn’t right. We finished and he paid the check before heading back to his loft. We get to the door and again he asks me to wait outside the door. As he goes to close the door I put my hand against it, stopping it from closing.
Ryan Slatts: What are you doing?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are you doing? What are you hiding from me? You’ve been weird all day.
Ryan Slatts: Hiding? I’m not hiding anything.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Prove it.
Ryan Slatts: Fine. Come in. I have to pack a few things anyway.
I head into the loft and look around. Seems like everything is okay. It is a little messy but I have a seat on the sofa.
Ryan Slatts: Satisfied?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess. I’m sorry. You just seemed off.
Ryan Slatts: I told you…there’s nothing wrong. There’s a lot on my mind.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You can talk to me about it you know?
Ryan Slatts: Nah, it’s boring work stuff. I don’t want to make everything about me. I’m gonna finish packing and we can hit the road.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay.
He turned and walked by the partition into his room and finishes packing as I continue to scan the room for anything weird. He’s been acting strange all day, barely making eye contact with me at lunch. It was almost like he couldn’t look at me…like he didn’t want to. As I scanned the floor near his room I saw something peculiar and walked over. Picking up the tube shaped object I twisted the bottom to reveal lipstick…lipstick that wasn’t mine.
I could feel the rage boiling up inside me again. I was fuming, but instead I walked back over to where I was seated and waited for him to return. He came around the corner with his suitcase and I looked at him. He knew something was wrong and staged his bag upright.
Ryan Slatts: What now?
I held the lipstick tube up in the air.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell is this?
Ryan Slatts: Your lipstick?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Wrong! I don’t have this color and I sure as hell wouldn’t put it on my lips.
There was silence as he tried hard to come up with a reasonable answer. Instead, I didn’t give him the opportunity. I stood up and threw the lipstick at him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: SCREW YOU! We’re done. Fucking cheat on me…idiot.
Not giving him a chance to explain I grab hold of my purse and storm out of the loft, slamming the door behind me. As I headed down in the elevator, I started to cry uncontrollably. The tears came streaming down my face as the elevator opened and I stormed out the front door of the building back to my car. As I got in I could hear Ryan running out the front door after me.
Ryan Slatts: Wait! Ash! I can explain!
I sat there for a moment, crying as he caught up to the car and leaned in the window. I wanted to give him the chance to explain. His opening statement however was not what I wanted to here.
Ryan Slatts: There was a girl in Pittsburgh. We hadn’t seen each other in a month. I was lonely. I couldn’t help it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? You don’t think I was lonely? You don’t think that I had needs? I’m around hot guys in tights all the time and do I give into my urge to jump in the sack with one of them?
Ryan Slatts: I don’t know…
Ashley Mastrangelo: NO! I DON’T!
Ryan Slatts: I’m sor…
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t give into that because I thought we had something going here. I thought maybe we could make this work. Apparently I was wrong. I’m leaving and you can make damn sure that I won’t be back.
Ryan Slatts: Don’t be like…
Ashley Mastrangelo: Goodbye.
With that, I slam the gas pedal down and pull out of the parking spot. Tears were still streaming down my face and I felt the anger in the form of heat throughout my body. I looked in the rearview mirror for a moment to see him standing there…alone as the scene fades.
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The scene opens to Ashley in a gym taking shots at a heavy bag. There’s not many other people in the room as it’s more of a training facility than a local gym. Every shot she takes, she mentions something about her now “ex”.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Stupid…
Dumbass…
No good…
Cheating…
Asshole!
She takes a few more shots at the bag before noticing the IWF camera in the room. She was blinded by rage, but each shot to the bag seemed to alleviate it. After finishing her routine she ripped the gloves from her hands and threw them on the ground below the bag. Taking a deep breath she takes one more kick at the bag before heading over to her water bottle and taking a swig. She then turns to the camera with a fiery glare on her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So, this hasn’t exactly been a great week for me. This hasn’t been a good couple weeks for your sweet Italian Princess. Two weeks ago, I lose to Eternity thanks to Simon. Last week I’m first relegated to simple commentary, then I’m told that I’m not a “real” champion. Then came the icing on the cake…I’m back on the market.
Ashley starts to pack her bag as she continues on.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s right guys, I’m single again. I thought I had something special. I thought that the road woes could be survived and although I was strong enough to survive the pitfalls of the road, my man, and I use that term oh so loosely, couldn’t handle it. So goes the story of my life.
There’s some more packing when suddenly she stands up straight and turns to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, what is it? What am I doing wrong? First my brother gets cuffed and taken away. Then I’m abandoned by my trainer. Although we’ve reconciled since…it still happened; and now my boyfriend is casted from my life because he’s a weak minded individual.
Ashley grabs her bag and hoists it up on her shoulder as she goes to leave the gym.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess none of that really matters right? It has no bearing on what goes on in the IWF so you people probably don’t care. I care, and I’m taking all of that aggression out on the girls across the ring from me. I respect you to the nines, but once we get in that ring, all of that goes out the window. I’m walking down to that ring with a purpose and that purpose is to win and do so convincingly. I won’t accept anything less than success.
The scene fades as Ashley slams her hands against the metal bar on the door and walks out of the gym.
The scene opens on those words as we see Ashley standing in front of the arena where Sacrifice is taking place this coming Monday. She stands at the bottom of the steps on the sidewalk in the front of the building with the Ruby Title draped over her shoulder. She looks around on this early morning day, the sun peeking through the clouds on random occasions, and stares through her red sunglasses into the camera directly in front of her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t hate him in the sense that he’s a bad boss. He pays well and I’m sure on some level, he thinks he’s doing what’s right for business. The problem I have with Simon de Montfort is that he directly affecting me, and if there’s one thing I hate as an independent woman, it’s someone speaking for me when I am perfectly capable of doing so myself. That said, Mr. De Montfort…stay out of my business would ya?
She walks over to the stairs and has a seat in her denim jeans, the bottoms covered by the top of her black boots. She folds her hands in her lap, in front of the title now resting on top of her legs and looks around from side to side, then down at the ground, then back at the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: There’s something else that has rubbed me the wrong way about Simon, and I’m calling you Simon because this goes way beyond the business aspect of what we do. On national television, you said that I can learn how to be a quote, un-quote “real” champion from Jessica Reed.
She grabs hold of the belt and holds it out to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: The belt that I have in my possession shows that I am a real champion. The fact that I have been able to defend said belt every opportunity I have had to do so, and still possess it says I am a real champion. So for you to question me, my skills, and my commitment; you’ve made things personal and that is unacceptable. If this is your way of challenging me, consider that challenge accepted you no-good pompous ass. Not only is that challenge accepted, but it will be so far exceeded that it will knock you right off that almighty pedestal you have perched yourself upon.
She stands from the steps and hoists the title back over her shoulder and starts walking down the street. She’s not going anywhere in particular, but continues on at a steady pace, the camera following her every move.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That brings me to this week. Due to Simon’s idiotic perception that there’s a lack of talent in our Diamond’s Division, he goes out and he hires one of the Bitches With Attitude, Rayne. Honestly, I have nothing bad to say about you. As a matter of fact, I welcome you and I welcome the challenge you bring to the IWF. Here it is, you’re billed as a bitch, and from what you said, you’re anything but. In that ring, that’s a different story, and I respect that. I’m not looking to become friends, but I am letting you know here and now that there is a mutual respect, and honestly, that’s the hardest thing to find. Everyone wants to get ahead in this business. Everyone all around is out for themselves and doesn’t care for the betterment of the business and that in the end, is what I’m all about. So as much as you look forward to our match Monday, I’m equally looking forward to it. It’s a chance to show that I can hang with one of the legends of this business. It’s an opportunity to show that my name deserves to be up there with the likes of yours, and I salivate for that. That’s what I want for me and for the world we as wrestlers live in.
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=== Are You Kidding Me? ===
The scene opens to me, driving in my red 2013 Kia Soul on I-90 West toward Cleveland, Ohio. There’s a glee in my eye and a bit of perkiness for someone who has already driven a couple hours on long stretches of road through the most boring state in all of the U.S., Pennsylvania. Through the rows of farms, and by the nature carved mountainous regions that line the freeway I hurried along as for the first time in nearly a month, I FINALLY get to see Ryan.
There’s been a few opportunities here and there, but unfortunately for us, and our relationship, something always came up that prevented us from seeing one another. This time was different though. This time was worth me driving back to Cleveland from New York, a little over seven hours, to see my man because there’s absolutely nothing stopping it from happening. He was taking time off from work, vacation time he needed to use, and I had a little break in the Public Relations work for IWF. We made plans to not only meet back in Cleveland, but drive back to the location for Sacrifice together.
No interruptions, no stupid meetings, no unscheduled business trips. It was going to be just me and him for an entire week and I for one CAN’T WAIT!
After a few more hours of driving, seven and a half to be honest, I was home. As I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex, I sat there for a moment and took a deep breath. To be in a car for that long, only stopping for the occasional bathroom break, or fast food stop, was pretty exhausting. As I sat there and thought about what was in store for the rest of the day, a cute little smile slowly crept over my face. Then I started thinking out loud.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are a few more minutes?
With that, I shrug my shoulders and pull right back out of the parking lot. We weren’t supposed to meet right away, but I figured, “Why not surprise him?”
I headed down the street and took a few turns. His loft wasn’t too far from my apartment building, the problem was always the fact that we were seldom ever home. As I pulled up to the building and parallel parked into one of the parking spots, I got out of the car and fed the meter. I straightened out my outfit and made sure I was in tip-top presentable condition and took a deep breath before turning to the door and heading inside. As I stepped in the elevator I could feel that anxious anticipation flowing through my body, sending a giddy shiver up my spine. The doors swung open and I stepped out. Taking a mere few steps to the right, I knocked on the door and waited for an answer.
Ryan Slatts: Who is it?
I didn’t answer as I wanted it to be a surprise. Then I was a little surprised by the answer my silence received.
Ryan Slatts: Whoever you are, can you come back later? I’m busy.
I assumed he meant he was getting ready for my arrival and I knocked on the door again.
Ryan Slatts: Who is it?
Again there was silence, but this time I could hear him walking toward the door. He was saying something but I couldn’t quite make it out. Suddenly the door opens slightly and he peeks out into the hall. The look on his face was definitely one of surprise, but the words that followed definitely weren’t what I was expecting.
Ryan Slatts: Uh…um…Ashley. You’re early. What are you doing here?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, you know, travel was a little quicker, traffic was light. I thought I’d surprise you and show up early.
Ryan Slatts: Well, surprise me indeed. Let me get a shirt on and I’ll be right out.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Can’t I come in?
Ryan Slatts: Place is a mess. I was going to clean up before you got here. We can go to lunch and then when we comeback I can grab my stuff and go.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Uh…okay…I guess.
Ryan Slatts: One second.
He disappears behind the door, closing it practically in my face, and rushes around his loft. I can hear drawers opening and closing and him rushing a little bit more. I stood there and some rather unflattering thoughts ran through my head. I didn’t have much time to think about them though as the door opened, he kissed me in a rush and we were out the door.
As we walked down the street to a nearby restaurant, I looked at him to see if his body language was any different. He seemed nervous as compared to his normal confident self. He didn’t make much eye contact until we were able to sit down at our table and he was pretty much forced to by sitting across the table from me. Finally I got fed up and asked what was going on.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What’s wrong?
I seemed to catch him off guard as he snapped out of a blank stare.
Ryan Slatts: Wait, what? Huh?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I said, what’s wrong?
Ryan Slatts: Oh, nothing. My minds just occupied.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Well, un-occupy it. We have a whole week together and I want it to be fun.
He reaches across the table and takes hold of my hand.
Ryan Slatts: I promise.
A sly grin comes across his face that seems to make me even more uneasy than I was before. We go through our lunch and the overall scene is rather quiet. There’s some small talk here and there, but it just wasn’t right. We finished and he paid the check before heading back to his loft. We get to the door and again he asks me to wait outside the door. As he goes to close the door I put my hand against it, stopping it from closing.
Ryan Slatts: What are you doing?
Ashley Mastrangelo: What are you doing? What are you hiding from me? You’ve been weird all day.
Ryan Slatts: Hiding? I’m not hiding anything.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Prove it.
Ryan Slatts: Fine. Come in. I have to pack a few things anyway.
I head into the loft and look around. Seems like everything is okay. It is a little messy but I have a seat on the sofa.
Ryan Slatts: Satisfied?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess. I’m sorry. You just seemed off.
Ryan Slatts: I told you…there’s nothing wrong. There’s a lot on my mind.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You can talk to me about it you know?
Ryan Slatts: Nah, it’s boring work stuff. I don’t want to make everything about me. I’m gonna finish packing and we can hit the road.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Okay.
He turned and walked by the partition into his room and finishes packing as I continue to scan the room for anything weird. He’s been acting strange all day, barely making eye contact with me at lunch. It was almost like he couldn’t look at me…like he didn’t want to. As I scanned the floor near his room I saw something peculiar and walked over. Picking up the tube shaped object I twisted the bottom to reveal lipstick…lipstick that wasn’t mine.
I could feel the rage boiling up inside me again. I was fuming, but instead I walked back over to where I was seated and waited for him to return. He came around the corner with his suitcase and I looked at him. He knew something was wrong and staged his bag upright.
Ryan Slatts: What now?
I held the lipstick tube up in the air.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell is this?
Ryan Slatts: Your lipstick?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Wrong! I don’t have this color and I sure as hell wouldn’t put it on my lips.
There was silence as he tried hard to come up with a reasonable answer. Instead, I didn’t give him the opportunity. I stood up and threw the lipstick at him.
Ashley Mastrangelo: SCREW YOU! We’re done. Fucking cheat on me…idiot.
Not giving him a chance to explain I grab hold of my purse and storm out of the loft, slamming the door behind me. As I headed down in the elevator, I started to cry uncontrollably. The tears came streaming down my face as the elevator opened and I stormed out the front door of the building back to my car. As I got in I could hear Ryan running out the front door after me.
Ryan Slatts: Wait! Ash! I can explain!
I sat there for a moment, crying as he caught up to the car and leaned in the window. I wanted to give him the chance to explain. His opening statement however was not what I wanted to here.
Ryan Slatts: There was a girl in Pittsburgh. We hadn’t seen each other in a month. I was lonely. I couldn’t help it.
Ashley Mastrangelo: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? You don’t think I was lonely? You don’t think that I had needs? I’m around hot guys in tights all the time and do I give into my urge to jump in the sack with one of them?
Ryan Slatts: I don’t know…
Ashley Mastrangelo: NO! I DON’T!
Ryan Slatts: I’m sor…
Ashley Mastrangelo: I don’t want to hear it. I didn’t give into that because I thought we had something going here. I thought maybe we could make this work. Apparently I was wrong. I’m leaving and you can make damn sure that I won’t be back.
Ryan Slatts: Don’t be like…
Ashley Mastrangelo: Goodbye.
With that, I slam the gas pedal down and pull out of the parking spot. Tears were still streaming down my face and I felt the anger in the form of heat throughout my body. I looked in the rearview mirror for a moment to see him standing there…alone as the scene fades.
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The scene opens to Ashley in a gym taking shots at a heavy bag. There’s not many other people in the room as it’s more of a training facility than a local gym. Every shot she takes, she mentions something about her now “ex”.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Stupid…
Dumbass…
No good…
Cheating…
Asshole!
She takes a few more shots at the bag before noticing the IWF camera in the room. She was blinded by rage, but each shot to the bag seemed to alleviate it. After finishing her routine she ripped the gloves from her hands and threw them on the ground below the bag. Taking a deep breath she takes one more kick at the bag before heading over to her water bottle and taking a swig. She then turns to the camera with a fiery glare on her face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So, this hasn’t exactly been a great week for me. This hasn’t been a good couple weeks for your sweet Italian Princess. Two weeks ago, I lose to Eternity thanks to Simon. Last week I’m first relegated to simple commentary, then I’m told that I’m not a “real” champion. Then came the icing on the cake…I’m back on the market.
Ashley starts to pack her bag as she continues on.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s right guys, I’m single again. I thought I had something special. I thought that the road woes could be survived and although I was strong enough to survive the pitfalls of the road, my man, and I use that term oh so loosely, couldn’t handle it. So goes the story of my life.
There’s some more packing when suddenly she stands up straight and turns to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, what is it? What am I doing wrong? First my brother gets cuffed and taken away. Then I’m abandoned by my trainer. Although we’ve reconciled since…it still happened; and now my boyfriend is casted from my life because he’s a weak minded individual.
Ashley grabs her bag and hoists it up on her shoulder as she goes to leave the gym.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I guess none of that really matters right? It has no bearing on what goes on in the IWF so you people probably don’t care. I care, and I’m taking all of that aggression out on the girls across the ring from me. I respect you to the nines, but once we get in that ring, all of that goes out the window. I’m walking down to that ring with a purpose and that purpose is to win and do so convincingly. I won’t accept anything less than success.
The scene fades as Ashley slams her hands against the metal bar on the door and walks out of the gym.
Well howdy there pardner.