Post by Esperanza Serranto on Sept 15, 2014 20:05:45 GMT
Esperanza stepped out onto her tiny blacony, and smiled at the rising sun. Rays of gold danced along the urban landscape, making the horrific surroundings seem almost tolerable. She yawned and stretched before walking back into her apartment. The buzzer on the intercom rang out, and she rushed to her door, pressing the button, and shouting in a deep, angry voice.
Esperanza:WHO IS IT?!
The voice that comes over the other end brings an unconscious smile to her face.
Carlos:Calm down E. It's me, Carlos.
She quickly hit the button to let him in, and made sure her robe was wrapped around her tight. It took a few moments, but a knock came on her door. She opened it, letting the tall, lanky man inside.
Carlos:Hey girl, how's it goin'?
Esperanza:Doing alright. What's up?
Carlos:Nothin' much. Just wanted to check up on you after last week. You didn't look too good.
Esperanza:I'm fine. My mind's just been on the Diamond's search.
As if on cue, the sound of her phone going off rang through the apartment. She picked it up and checked the text message, her smile slowly fading as she does so.
Carlos:What's up?
Esperanza:They want me to compete in a sleepwear competiton...
Carlos:What's that mean?
Esperanza:It means they want us all to get dressed up in skimpy nighties and dance around the ring for a segment. Fuck.
Carlos:What are you complaining about E? You're hot as any of those girls.
Esperanza:That's not the point pendejo! I ain't gonna let them turn me into one of their little plastic fuck dolls.
Carlos:So what are you gonna do? Walk out?
Esperanza:Naw. Then they'd probably say I forfeited the competition and hand it to one of their barbie dolls. I don't gotta play their game though.
A quizzical look crossed Esperanza's face, as she walked into her room. She dug through her closet a bit, and threw on some clothes before stepping out. Baggy sweatpants and a black tank top hugged her body as she spun, mock modeling the outfit for Carlos.
Esperanza:Let's see how much they like this.
Carlos flopped down on the couch and laughed at his friend.
Carlos:Girl, you crazy.
Esperanza:Fuck 'em. I got immunity this week anyway. I ain't gonna let them think they own me.
Carlos:So what you gonna do? Just jump they asses?
Esperanza:Naw, I'm gonna let them have their little slut-off. Next week, when we go back to wrestling, I'll show everyone who the real star is anyway.
Carlos:I don’t doubt that girl. You think that’s gonna matter when word gets out you don’t wanna play by the rules? I mean, even if you win, you think management is gonna be happy with you?
Esperanza:I could give a fuck. If I win, I get a title shot. End of story. Ain’t shit they can do to me either, because I’m gonna win… alright, I gotta get real clothes on. Go get the car started.
Carlos:What, like I’m your fuckin’ taxi service?
Esperanza:Just do it, idiot!
Carlos rolled his eyes and walked out of the apartment as Esperanza looked on.
Esperanza:Jackass.
Esperanza:WHO IS IT?!
The voice that comes over the other end brings an unconscious smile to her face.
Carlos:Calm down E. It's me, Carlos.
She quickly hit the button to let him in, and made sure her robe was wrapped around her tight. It took a few moments, but a knock came on her door. She opened it, letting the tall, lanky man inside.
Carlos:Hey girl, how's it goin'?
Esperanza:Doing alright. What's up?
Carlos:Nothin' much. Just wanted to check up on you after last week. You didn't look too good.
Esperanza:I'm fine. My mind's just been on the Diamond's search.
As if on cue, the sound of her phone going off rang through the apartment. She picked it up and checked the text message, her smile slowly fading as she does so.
Carlos:What's up?
Esperanza:They want me to compete in a sleepwear competiton...
Carlos:What's that mean?
Esperanza:It means they want us all to get dressed up in skimpy nighties and dance around the ring for a segment. Fuck.
Carlos:What are you complaining about E? You're hot as any of those girls.
Esperanza:That's not the point pendejo! I ain't gonna let them turn me into one of their little plastic fuck dolls.
Carlos:So what are you gonna do? Walk out?
Esperanza:Naw. Then they'd probably say I forfeited the competition and hand it to one of their barbie dolls. I don't gotta play their game though.
A quizzical look crossed Esperanza's face, as she walked into her room. She dug through her closet a bit, and threw on some clothes before stepping out. Baggy sweatpants and a black tank top hugged her body as she spun, mock modeling the outfit for Carlos.
Esperanza:Let's see how much they like this.
Carlos flopped down on the couch and laughed at his friend.
Carlos:Girl, you crazy.
Esperanza:Fuck 'em. I got immunity this week anyway. I ain't gonna let them think they own me.
Carlos:So what you gonna do? Just jump they asses?
Esperanza:Naw, I'm gonna let them have their little slut-off. Next week, when we go back to wrestling, I'll show everyone who the real star is anyway.
Carlos:I don’t doubt that girl. You think that’s gonna matter when word gets out you don’t wanna play by the rules? I mean, even if you win, you think management is gonna be happy with you?
Esperanza:I could give a fuck. If I win, I get a title shot. End of story. Ain’t shit they can do to me either, because I’m gonna win… alright, I gotta get real clothes on. Go get the car started.
Carlos:What, like I’m your fuckin’ taxi service?
Esperanza:Just do it, idiot!
Carlos rolled his eyes and walked out of the apartment as Esperanza looked on.
Esperanza:Jackass.
Well howdy there pardner.