Post by Alexis Caffrey on Aug 24, 2014 18:55:07 GMT
As this camera comes into focus we see my NEW FIANCE yes, that’s right, I said it, sitting on the hardwood floor of my house with a puppy in her hands…well a year old, but yeah. She’s looking down at it with a sweet smile as she strokes the top of its head as the dog lies in her lap comfortably absorbing all of the attention. Alexis looks up as she continues to pet the puppy in front of her.
The underdog.
The cute innocent little girl who roams the halls.
The sweet little thing who follows her boyfriend around like a puppy looking for attention.
Do you know what they all have in common? Do you?
They’ve all been said about me. I’m the underdog in my match with Ana. I’m that cute little girl who skips around the halls of an arena, minding my own business until I’m poked and prodded to the point that I want to punch someone in the face. I am the sweet girl who follows my boyfriend around like a lost little puppy who only seeks attention with my crazy little outbursts.
A smirk creeps slowly across her face as her mood seems to change a bit. She goes from a straight forward seriousness to a bit of a mischievous side of herself.
There’s something else all those things have in common.
She tilts her head to the side, the mischievous look still on her face.
Every single one of those things is very misunderstood. The underdog isn’t the most likely to lose, she, in this case…me, is the most motivated to win. That cute girl who roams the halls is just as likely to snap and slam you into a soda machine until she gets that tasty beverage she wants. The sweet little girl who follows her boyfriend around like a puppy is really a vicious Pit Bull, trained to fight, and ready to rip your face off at a moment’s notice.
She stands from the seated position, the dog jumping up from her lap and walking off.
Ana, I could ramble on like you said combining my words, showing off my little act as only I can, but I won’t. Just like I won’t condemn you for anything you’ve done. People call you a whore because on the outside, that maybe what you appear as, but not me. Not me because I know the true meaning of a whore. I see through the guise of slutty women who sell their bodies to the highest bidder because it’s what they need to do. It, figuratively, is what you needed to do Ana. A whore is nothing more than a girl who knows what she wants and will go to any lengths to get it. That’s the position you found yourself in Ana and I don’t look down on you for it.
She shrugs her shoulders and sighs.
That doesn’t mean I will pity you though either. You made your choices, you made your bed, and now you have to lie in it with whoever you choose. You can sit there on your perch, thinking you’re better than everyone else, but the fact is, you haven’t proven it to yourself. You think that you know what you’re capable of in that ring and out and yet you constantly try and try again to prove to yourself you can do more. You constantly try to show yourself that you’re better than all of us around you and I have to ask you Ana…my sweet little unpeeled banana…where has that gotten you lately? What level of success have you ascertained? Where have your choices gotten you lately?
She holds out her hand, representing the first place her actions took her.
First you were beaten by Eternity. You lost that Diamonds Championship that meant so much to you…I saw it in your eyes.
She holds out her other hand.
Then you became nothing more than a puppet for a man who would throw you away in the drop of a hat if it suited his own means.
She shrugs her shoulders again as she looks up innocently at the ceiling above her.
Again though…those are your choices and you have to live with them. You also have to live with the fact that you’ve pissed off the wrong person.
With each description she illustrates with a movement of some sort.
I’m not the biggest, I’m not the tallest, and I’m not the fastest in that ring. I probably don’t even have the skills you have inside that ring. You’ve been at this longer than me. You’ve seen and done things I’ve only wished to do. I do have something though. I have a leg up in a little thing we call surviving because I’ve been doing it my entire life. People have told me for so long that I CAN’T do something, only to have me look them in the eye when all was said and done, simply to laugh and say I TOLD YOU SO!
She walks over and sits on the couch, basically sweeping her feet out from under herself. She looks down at her hand and stares at the rock on her finger.
People said I would amount to nothing. They said I would become nothing more than the whore my mother was. I would never be able to provide for anyone, and I would be nothing more than common gutter trash. I look down at this beautiful diamond on my finger, I think of the woman that I’ve become and one day, I’ll go back to all those people, I’ll find where they live, I’ll knock on their front doors and I’ll laugh in every single one of their faces. Ana…after Legacy…you’ll be just another person whose face I get to laugh in.
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“Showing Off”
I was in shock. I looked down at my hand and saw the ring, a gorgeous diamond set in gold. I stared at it as I heard the water run in the shower. We were getting ready for a big family dinner in which Mike had invited his grandparents and my mother to show off the results of his proposal. I was doing the finishing touches to my makeup when a glimmer off the diamond caught my eye and caused me to stop everything. As I stared, I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that I said yes and that I was engaged to be married.
Coming from where I came from, growing up the way I did, this never seemed like a real possibility. I saw my mother doing what was necessary to keep a roof over my head after the night we left my father asleep on the chair. I watched her struggle night in and night out just to survive. I told myself that wouldn’t be me. I told others that wouldn’t be me as I grew through the years and they all doubted me. They figured that the acorn didn’t fall from the tree, even to this day.
As a little girl, a tween, a teenager, and again…even to this day, the words of those people fueled me to get where I wanted to go. It was because of their words that I got good grades in school. It was because of their words that I was motivated to get the scholarships and go through college, and it was in spite of their words that I’ve succeeded to the lengths that I have today.
To see that ring on my finger symbolized more than engagement, it symbolized all the hard work that I put into making my life better.
The water had stopped and soon after the door to the bathroom opened into the master bedroom. Mike stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, the moment he saw me examining the ring on my finger he stopped and smiled.
Want me to pinch you?
The question was random and I simply smiled back and with a sarcastic tone, denied his request.
Noooooo.
I directed my attention back to the ring.
I was just thinking about everything this meant to me.
He smiled and went about getting dressed. I finished my makeup and a few minutes later, we were both ready to go. He made a few phone calls and lined everything up and we were off to the restaurant. As we got there, we saw everyone else had already arrived before us, though we got there on time. Mike got out and ran around the car to be “Mr. Chivalry” opening the door for me. We all greeted one another and headed into the restaurant. As we got our drinks and started some small talk, I made a conscious effort to keep my hand concealed beneath the table…after all, didn’t want to give the surprise away.
The waitress came and took our orders and left us to talk again before Mike tried to get the attention of everyone at the table.
Ahem.
Yeah…that didn’t work.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-HEM!
Attention granted. We all looked at him as he stood up at the private table next to me.
I want to thank you all for coming tonight. I know it was rather short notice with our schedule and all, but I’m glad that the closest people to us could make it here tonight. We have something we’d like to tell you.
Smiles came across the faces of everyone at the table as I stood up next to Mike.
Better yet…I have something to show you.
Everyone waited in anticipation as I pulled my hand from behind my back and showed them all the ring that Mike had given me, symbolizing our engagement. They gawked and stared, my mother’s mouth opened wide. Mike’s grandpa raised his glass in the air.
CONGRATULATIONS!
Everyone got up and walked toward us, congratulating us with words and hugs. We all took our seats and they asked how Mike did it.
It was so romantic. He took me down by Chagrin Falls in a secluded little area, and when I least expected it, he opened up his soul and poured it out to me. He then got down on a knee and proposed. I was slammed with a rush of emotions and I said yes.
The congratulations and funny stories went on as the waitress brought us our food a few moments later. Mike broke up the stories with a cry for food…
On these lovely notes…LET’S EAT!
We all dove into our meals as the scene fades.
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As we fade back in, we see Alexis sitting on the edge of her bed. We had just gotten home from dinner and she told me to grab the camera.
Ana, I have something you don’t. I have something that deep down inside, your cold, black, bitchy heart wants…acceptance. You’ve craved it since you walked through the doors of this company. You’ve wanted recognition, fame, and respect since day one. I don’t doubt it one single bit because it’s the same thing that I have strived for my entire life.
She holds out her hands to show off all of the materialistic goods around her.
All of this? The fancy house, the pretty dress, none of it matters in the grand scheme of things. Is it nice to have access to all of this? You bet, but the fact is that these are wants…not needs. The one thing I needed in this entire room Ana is the man holding that camera. He accepted me into his life with open arms. He cared for me when it seemed that nobody else would. He protected me when nobody else could. Who can do that for you Ana? Who will be there when you’re at your most vulnerable? Who will be the one you confide in?
She looks on a bit shocked as she spits out her first name thought of.
Angel? Your so-called “God”?
He doesn’t give a damn about you.
Bob Pooler?
He’s nothing more than a drone, a robot programmed to fail at every turn he makes.
How about those inbred brothers?
They see you as nothing more than a piece of ass.
So who’s left? Who gives enough of a shit about you to be by your side in your greatest time of need? The ones you align yourself with are nothing but scum, and the ones who did care, you pushed away the moment they got within three feet of you.
She leans forward on the side of the bed, the palms of her hands resting comfortable on the white sheets.
Ana, you’ve manipulated situations for your benefit. You’ve taken the hearts of people men and women alike and you’ve pulled at the strings just long enough to get what you want and nothing more before crushing them into a puddle of blood and mush.
She sighs as she can’t seem to understand something.
You’ve done all that to so many people Ana, and yet, you can’t realize when it is being done to you. You went from Ana Valentine, a feared and respected competitor, to Ana Valentine, the hated, despised bitch, who is merely a puppet used for HIS desire.
She leans her head down and glares at the camera. Her demeanor now seems angry.
That is why I despise you Ana. That is why I challenged you to this match. I’m sick of hearing you say that you’re doing things because Angel demands it. I’m sick of you thinking that you are some equal of his when he himself doesn’t see you as such. You look down on the Diamonds Division that you yourself helped build; a division that I am a part of.
That means you look down on me.
That means you underestimate me.
That means you don’t believe I can beat you and for that…I hate you.
She stands from the bed as I widen out the shot.
Come Legacy, the two of us will step inside that ring, we will go toe to toe, and because of my hate, because of the fact that you think you’re better than me, I can’t wait to tear your “God” loving face off. We will go to battle, we will wage war…and if I don’t win, you can bet that I will go down swinging.
That won’t be an issue though…because I plan to win.
The scene fades as I zoom on her lovely face…tilted head and all.
The underdog.
The cute innocent little girl who roams the halls.
The sweet little thing who follows her boyfriend around like a puppy looking for attention.
Do you know what they all have in common? Do you?
They’ve all been said about me. I’m the underdog in my match with Ana. I’m that cute little girl who skips around the halls of an arena, minding my own business until I’m poked and prodded to the point that I want to punch someone in the face. I am the sweet girl who follows my boyfriend around like a lost little puppy who only seeks attention with my crazy little outbursts.
A smirk creeps slowly across her face as her mood seems to change a bit. She goes from a straight forward seriousness to a bit of a mischievous side of herself.
There’s something else all those things have in common.
She tilts her head to the side, the mischievous look still on her face.
Every single one of those things is very misunderstood. The underdog isn’t the most likely to lose, she, in this case…me, is the most motivated to win. That cute girl who roams the halls is just as likely to snap and slam you into a soda machine until she gets that tasty beverage she wants. The sweet little girl who follows her boyfriend around like a puppy is really a vicious Pit Bull, trained to fight, and ready to rip your face off at a moment’s notice.
She stands from the seated position, the dog jumping up from her lap and walking off.
Ana, I could ramble on like you said combining my words, showing off my little act as only I can, but I won’t. Just like I won’t condemn you for anything you’ve done. People call you a whore because on the outside, that maybe what you appear as, but not me. Not me because I know the true meaning of a whore. I see through the guise of slutty women who sell their bodies to the highest bidder because it’s what they need to do. It, figuratively, is what you needed to do Ana. A whore is nothing more than a girl who knows what she wants and will go to any lengths to get it. That’s the position you found yourself in Ana and I don’t look down on you for it.
She shrugs her shoulders and sighs.
That doesn’t mean I will pity you though either. You made your choices, you made your bed, and now you have to lie in it with whoever you choose. You can sit there on your perch, thinking you’re better than everyone else, but the fact is, you haven’t proven it to yourself. You think that you know what you’re capable of in that ring and out and yet you constantly try and try again to prove to yourself you can do more. You constantly try to show yourself that you’re better than all of us around you and I have to ask you Ana…my sweet little unpeeled banana…where has that gotten you lately? What level of success have you ascertained? Where have your choices gotten you lately?
She holds out her hand, representing the first place her actions took her.
First you were beaten by Eternity. You lost that Diamonds Championship that meant so much to you…I saw it in your eyes.
She holds out her other hand.
Then you became nothing more than a puppet for a man who would throw you away in the drop of a hat if it suited his own means.
She shrugs her shoulders again as she looks up innocently at the ceiling above her.
Again though…those are your choices and you have to live with them. You also have to live with the fact that you’ve pissed off the wrong person.
With each description she illustrates with a movement of some sort.
I’m not the biggest, I’m not the tallest, and I’m not the fastest in that ring. I probably don’t even have the skills you have inside that ring. You’ve been at this longer than me. You’ve seen and done things I’ve only wished to do. I do have something though. I have a leg up in a little thing we call surviving because I’ve been doing it my entire life. People have told me for so long that I CAN’T do something, only to have me look them in the eye when all was said and done, simply to laugh and say I TOLD YOU SO!
She walks over and sits on the couch, basically sweeping her feet out from under herself. She looks down at her hand and stares at the rock on her finger.
People said I would amount to nothing. They said I would become nothing more than the whore my mother was. I would never be able to provide for anyone, and I would be nothing more than common gutter trash. I look down at this beautiful diamond on my finger, I think of the woman that I’ve become and one day, I’ll go back to all those people, I’ll find where they live, I’ll knock on their front doors and I’ll laugh in every single one of their faces. Ana…after Legacy…you’ll be just another person whose face I get to laugh in.
====================
“Showing Off”
I was in shock. I looked down at my hand and saw the ring, a gorgeous diamond set in gold. I stared at it as I heard the water run in the shower. We were getting ready for a big family dinner in which Mike had invited his grandparents and my mother to show off the results of his proposal. I was doing the finishing touches to my makeup when a glimmer off the diamond caught my eye and caused me to stop everything. As I stared, I still couldn’t believe my eyes. I still couldn’t believe that I said yes and that I was engaged to be married.
Coming from where I came from, growing up the way I did, this never seemed like a real possibility. I saw my mother doing what was necessary to keep a roof over my head after the night we left my father asleep on the chair. I watched her struggle night in and night out just to survive. I told myself that wouldn’t be me. I told others that wouldn’t be me as I grew through the years and they all doubted me. They figured that the acorn didn’t fall from the tree, even to this day.
As a little girl, a tween, a teenager, and again…even to this day, the words of those people fueled me to get where I wanted to go. It was because of their words that I got good grades in school. It was because of their words that I was motivated to get the scholarships and go through college, and it was in spite of their words that I’ve succeeded to the lengths that I have today.
To see that ring on my finger symbolized more than engagement, it symbolized all the hard work that I put into making my life better.
The water had stopped and soon after the door to the bathroom opened into the master bedroom. Mike stepped out, a towel wrapped around his waist, the moment he saw me examining the ring on my finger he stopped and smiled.
Want me to pinch you?
The question was random and I simply smiled back and with a sarcastic tone, denied his request.
Noooooo.
I directed my attention back to the ring.
I was just thinking about everything this meant to me.
He smiled and went about getting dressed. I finished my makeup and a few minutes later, we were both ready to go. He made a few phone calls and lined everything up and we were off to the restaurant. As we got there, we saw everyone else had already arrived before us, though we got there on time. Mike got out and ran around the car to be “Mr. Chivalry” opening the door for me. We all greeted one another and headed into the restaurant. As we got our drinks and started some small talk, I made a conscious effort to keep my hand concealed beneath the table…after all, didn’t want to give the surprise away.
The waitress came and took our orders and left us to talk again before Mike tried to get the attention of everyone at the table.
Ahem.
Yeah…that didn’t work.
Ah-ah-ah-ah-HEM!
Attention granted. We all looked at him as he stood up at the private table next to me.
I want to thank you all for coming tonight. I know it was rather short notice with our schedule and all, but I’m glad that the closest people to us could make it here tonight. We have something we’d like to tell you.
Smiles came across the faces of everyone at the table as I stood up next to Mike.
Better yet…I have something to show you.
Everyone waited in anticipation as I pulled my hand from behind my back and showed them all the ring that Mike had given me, symbolizing our engagement. They gawked and stared, my mother’s mouth opened wide. Mike’s grandpa raised his glass in the air.
CONGRATULATIONS!
Everyone got up and walked toward us, congratulating us with words and hugs. We all took our seats and they asked how Mike did it.
It was so romantic. He took me down by Chagrin Falls in a secluded little area, and when I least expected it, he opened up his soul and poured it out to me. He then got down on a knee and proposed. I was slammed with a rush of emotions and I said yes.
The congratulations and funny stories went on as the waitress brought us our food a few moments later. Mike broke up the stories with a cry for food…
On these lovely notes…LET’S EAT!
We all dove into our meals as the scene fades.
====================
As we fade back in, we see Alexis sitting on the edge of her bed. We had just gotten home from dinner and she told me to grab the camera.
Ana, I have something you don’t. I have something that deep down inside, your cold, black, bitchy heart wants…acceptance. You’ve craved it since you walked through the doors of this company. You’ve wanted recognition, fame, and respect since day one. I don’t doubt it one single bit because it’s the same thing that I have strived for my entire life.
She holds out her hands to show off all of the materialistic goods around her.
All of this? The fancy house, the pretty dress, none of it matters in the grand scheme of things. Is it nice to have access to all of this? You bet, but the fact is that these are wants…not needs. The one thing I needed in this entire room Ana is the man holding that camera. He accepted me into his life with open arms. He cared for me when it seemed that nobody else would. He protected me when nobody else could. Who can do that for you Ana? Who will be there when you’re at your most vulnerable? Who will be the one you confide in?
She looks on a bit shocked as she spits out her first name thought of.
Angel? Your so-called “God”?
He doesn’t give a damn about you.
Bob Pooler?
He’s nothing more than a drone, a robot programmed to fail at every turn he makes.
How about those inbred brothers?
They see you as nothing more than a piece of ass.
So who’s left? Who gives enough of a shit about you to be by your side in your greatest time of need? The ones you align yourself with are nothing but scum, and the ones who did care, you pushed away the moment they got within three feet of you.
She leans forward on the side of the bed, the palms of her hands resting comfortable on the white sheets.
Ana, you’ve manipulated situations for your benefit. You’ve taken the hearts of people men and women alike and you’ve pulled at the strings just long enough to get what you want and nothing more before crushing them into a puddle of blood and mush.
She sighs as she can’t seem to understand something.
You’ve done all that to so many people Ana, and yet, you can’t realize when it is being done to you. You went from Ana Valentine, a feared and respected competitor, to Ana Valentine, the hated, despised bitch, who is merely a puppet used for HIS desire.
She leans her head down and glares at the camera. Her demeanor now seems angry.
That is why I despise you Ana. That is why I challenged you to this match. I’m sick of hearing you say that you’re doing things because Angel demands it. I’m sick of you thinking that you are some equal of his when he himself doesn’t see you as such. You look down on the Diamonds Division that you yourself helped build; a division that I am a part of.
That means you look down on me.
That means you underestimate me.
That means you don’t believe I can beat you and for that…I hate you.
She stands from the bed as I widen out the shot.
Come Legacy, the two of us will step inside that ring, we will go toe to toe, and because of my hate, because of the fact that you think you’re better than me, I can’t wait to tear your “God” loving face off. We will go to battle, we will wage war…and if I don’t win, you can bet that I will go down swinging.
That won’t be an issue though…because I plan to win.
The scene fades as I zoom on her lovely face…tilted head and all.
Well howdy there pardner.