Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Jul 6, 2013 14:50:38 GMT
The scene opens where we see Ashley beating on a bag kick boxing bag. She seems calm and focused as she unleashes her focus on the defenseless bag with lefts and rights followed by a spin kick that sends the bag rocking from side to side. The camera gets closer and we can now see each dent left by the hands of the young lady as she fires off more shots. As the sweat glistens down her body she takes a second to glance over and see the camera. A smirk comes over her face as she talks about her first triumph in her professional career, one of which she is very proud of.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did you see what happened this past Monday on Sacrifice? DID YOU!? I won my first match in my professional wrestling career!
She takes a few more shots at the bag before feeling content, and steadying it for the next person to use later on. She peels the gloves from her delicate hands and tosses them on top of her bag on the floor next to a bench. Turning back to the camera a slight grin appears on the beautiful young girl’s face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And I did it all without the help of Mr. Mike Laszlo. YEP! That’s right, I did it all by myself. Be proud guys, be proud. Now some of you may say that I needed a partner to get it done, but those who watched saw my true potential as I made the cover that won the match.
Leaning over she began to pack her bags, setting the large black bag on the bench and zipping it up before looking back to the recording device.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So I hate to tell you all that I told you so…but I did. I mean, look at the outcome and tell me I’m wrong. I said I didn’t need Mike, Ray, or Alexis, and the minute I go out on my own and do things MY way, I win. I wasn’t wrong, and if you doubted anything I said, I can joyfully say that I proved you wrong.
Reaching down, she grabs a bottle of water and chugs about half of the contents before screwing the cap back on, placing it in an outer mesh pocket on her bag.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So the question now becomes, “What’s a girl to do next?” Well, hate to break it to you, but it’s going to be a lot more of the same. It’s going to be deja freaking vu this Monday. You see, I team with Amber again and we take on the same two as last week. Only this time, there’s a lot more on the line. This time, when Amber and I step in that ring side by side and take on Alexis Morrison and Portia Roberts in the finals of this little tournament thing, that shot at the Ruby title is on the line and that is the one thing that matters.
Grabbing a towel from a locker, she wipes the sweat from her face and pats down her arms before tossing it aside. The same grin from earlier appears on her face as she ponders the situation laid out before her. A situation that could end greatly despite all that has gone on in her short career.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I have a chance to garner a shot at the one thing that can erase the horrible start I’ve had. I can capture that championship and hold it proudly over my head only to speak the boldest statement I’ve made since arriving on the professional wrestling scene. To win that belt would be to signal my arrival. I would then truly be able to say that I need NOBODY but me. This Monday, when all is said and done, I will be one step closer to proving everybody wrong…again. That’s something I’ve done all my life, and it is something I guess I’ll just have to do over and over. Such is the story of my life…
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**Jealousy**
I said it was the story of my life, the whole proving people wrong thing. It started at a young age and there have been plenty of examples since. This one time though seems to be what started the true evolution of the girl who kicks butt inside that ring today.
You see, growing up the way I did, with the father that I have, I’d like to say it wasn’t easy, but the truth of the matter is, it really was. I just had to live life to the fullest, and I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Well, as long as they were inanimate objects. Boys were another story all together.
I was like any teenage girl at sixteen. I liked a boy, had a crush on him, whatever. However, despite the fact that I was simply adorable, and did my best to look good whenever out in public, he never took the time to notice, or if he did it wasn’t blatant. No matter what I did, I’d look over and I would see him talking to a cheerleader, or one of those tomboy girls who would sit in the bleachers and watch him play football for the Junior Varsity team.
Seeing him with each of those girls made my blood boil. I hated seeing him with anyone but me. I didn’t just hate it though…it really made me sad. Here I was making all of these attempts to get him to notice me and nothing happened but all these other skanks would do nothing and garner the special attention I craved.
I’ve aged but the situation is still the same.
Back then, people said I was just the hot blonde girl who thought two plus two was Thomas Jefferson, but I was far from it. I got straight As in class and I was one of the smartest girls in school. So rather than connive my way into a meeting with the cute boy, I simply got fed up with the other girls and walked up to him. He happened to be talking to the ditzy cheerleader on this day, and as I walked up I made sure to shove her to the side, on top of a table, white uniform landing on a plate of spaghetti. Sauce covered her outfit and her platinum blonde hair, and I didn’t even acknowledge it as the rest of the cafeteria laughed hysterically. She ran off crying about what a mess she was and I looked at the cute boy and rather than say any words at all, I simply kissed him in front of the entire room.
Again, I proved them all wrong. The word going around is I didn’t have the guts to walk up and make the first move as all those other girls did, wrong.
The word going around is although I dressed like a slut on occasion, I was really a good girl with no mean streak, simply dressing the way I did to “fit in”. Wrong again.
I was never one to fit in with a group. I was never a “follower”, but instead, a leader. I was then, like I am now, malcontent. I was as I am in the present moment, always trying to look, act, or perform better than I did the day, week, month, or year before.
So after a while, this cute boy and I were dating, but soon after, I can’t help but say I got bored of him. There was something about him that turned me off. Yet at the same time however, there was something about him that made me jealous of him anytime another girl would even talk to him.
Jealousy is not my friend and when I am overcome with it, I get pretty pissed off.
This brings us to present day, and the sort of infatuation I have with one Alexis Caffrey.
I know what you’re all thinking, get over it, right?
WRONG!
Things were going good for me. I was training to re-enter the world of professional wrestling in my second company, hoping for a better outcome than my first venture into this world. I had a trainer who cared, and an agent who did her best to get me the best things possible, as well as anything that I may have wanted.
Then something changed.
My mentor and agent, who also represented him got together and left me to rot. They kicked me to the curb for what they deemed to be bigger and better pastures. They pretty much treated me like that poor dog Old Yeller and took me out back behind the shed.
Jealousy has kicked in.
You see, before Alexis things were good. Life was good. Life made me happy. Now she’s talking to MY cute boy. She’s taking Mike from me, and has convinced him to leave me behind.
So how do I respond?
Jealousy.
Rage.
Separation.
He didn’t kick me to the curb. I kicked HIM to the curb, just like I did that cute football player years ago. I re-learned a lesson that I learned once before at the hands of the cute boy.
I don’t need anybody to make me who I am.
I’m who I am because I choose to be that person.
So let this be a lesson to all you girls out there. You don’t need a man to be who you are. You want him to cuddle with, kiss, and make you feel better, but the only one who can truly make you better is yourself.
I want Mike to pay attention to me, really I do. As long as that bitch is with him, that won’t happen. Soon, the separation stage will be over, and the rage will kick in. It won’t be a pretty day for that little girl.
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Ashley Mastrangelo: So did anyone get the moral of my little story? Did anyone see the point? I’m my own girl now and that means dangerous things for the rest of the IWF. I’m not here to impress anybody anymore. I’m here to go out into that ring and beat anyone who gets in my way until I become the champion of this Division.
Ashley grabs her bags and heads to the door of the gym, opening it half way allowing a beam of sunlight to come in causing her to almost glow like she had descended down from the heavens. Before stepping out into the world, she looks over her shoulder at the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And what the Italian Princess wants…she gets.
With a cute little wink, she snaps her head around sending her blonde hair slashing through the air as she steps into the outside world, the door closing, the thud it makes abruptly ending the scene.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Did you see what happened this past Monday on Sacrifice? DID YOU!? I won my first match in my professional wrestling career!
She takes a few more shots at the bag before feeling content, and steadying it for the next person to use later on. She peels the gloves from her delicate hands and tosses them on top of her bag on the floor next to a bench. Turning back to the camera a slight grin appears on the beautiful young girl’s face.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And I did it all without the help of Mr. Mike Laszlo. YEP! That’s right, I did it all by myself. Be proud guys, be proud. Now some of you may say that I needed a partner to get it done, but those who watched saw my true potential as I made the cover that won the match.
Leaning over she began to pack her bags, setting the large black bag on the bench and zipping it up before looking back to the recording device.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So I hate to tell you all that I told you so…but I did. I mean, look at the outcome and tell me I’m wrong. I said I didn’t need Mike, Ray, or Alexis, and the minute I go out on my own and do things MY way, I win. I wasn’t wrong, and if you doubted anything I said, I can joyfully say that I proved you wrong.
Reaching down, she grabs a bottle of water and chugs about half of the contents before screwing the cap back on, placing it in an outer mesh pocket on her bag.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So the question now becomes, “What’s a girl to do next?” Well, hate to break it to you, but it’s going to be a lot more of the same. It’s going to be deja freaking vu this Monday. You see, I team with Amber again and we take on the same two as last week. Only this time, there’s a lot more on the line. This time, when Amber and I step in that ring side by side and take on Alexis Morrison and Portia Roberts in the finals of this little tournament thing, that shot at the Ruby title is on the line and that is the one thing that matters.
Grabbing a towel from a locker, she wipes the sweat from her face and pats down her arms before tossing it aside. The same grin from earlier appears on her face as she ponders the situation laid out before her. A situation that could end greatly despite all that has gone on in her short career.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I have a chance to garner a shot at the one thing that can erase the horrible start I’ve had. I can capture that championship and hold it proudly over my head only to speak the boldest statement I’ve made since arriving on the professional wrestling scene. To win that belt would be to signal my arrival. I would then truly be able to say that I need NOBODY but me. This Monday, when all is said and done, I will be one step closer to proving everybody wrong…again. That’s something I’ve done all my life, and it is something I guess I’ll just have to do over and over. Such is the story of my life…
===
**Jealousy**
I said it was the story of my life, the whole proving people wrong thing. It started at a young age and there have been plenty of examples since. This one time though seems to be what started the true evolution of the girl who kicks butt inside that ring today.
You see, growing up the way I did, with the father that I have, I’d like to say it wasn’t easy, but the truth of the matter is, it really was. I just had to live life to the fullest, and I got whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. Well, as long as they were inanimate objects. Boys were another story all together.
I was like any teenage girl at sixteen. I liked a boy, had a crush on him, whatever. However, despite the fact that I was simply adorable, and did my best to look good whenever out in public, he never took the time to notice, or if he did it wasn’t blatant. No matter what I did, I’d look over and I would see him talking to a cheerleader, or one of those tomboy girls who would sit in the bleachers and watch him play football for the Junior Varsity team.
Seeing him with each of those girls made my blood boil. I hated seeing him with anyone but me. I didn’t just hate it though…it really made me sad. Here I was making all of these attempts to get him to notice me and nothing happened but all these other skanks would do nothing and garner the special attention I craved.
I’ve aged but the situation is still the same.
Back then, people said I was just the hot blonde girl who thought two plus two was Thomas Jefferson, but I was far from it. I got straight As in class and I was one of the smartest girls in school. So rather than connive my way into a meeting with the cute boy, I simply got fed up with the other girls and walked up to him. He happened to be talking to the ditzy cheerleader on this day, and as I walked up I made sure to shove her to the side, on top of a table, white uniform landing on a plate of spaghetti. Sauce covered her outfit and her platinum blonde hair, and I didn’t even acknowledge it as the rest of the cafeteria laughed hysterically. She ran off crying about what a mess she was and I looked at the cute boy and rather than say any words at all, I simply kissed him in front of the entire room.
Again, I proved them all wrong. The word going around is I didn’t have the guts to walk up and make the first move as all those other girls did, wrong.
The word going around is although I dressed like a slut on occasion, I was really a good girl with no mean streak, simply dressing the way I did to “fit in”. Wrong again.
I was never one to fit in with a group. I was never a “follower”, but instead, a leader. I was then, like I am now, malcontent. I was as I am in the present moment, always trying to look, act, or perform better than I did the day, week, month, or year before.
So after a while, this cute boy and I were dating, but soon after, I can’t help but say I got bored of him. There was something about him that turned me off. Yet at the same time however, there was something about him that made me jealous of him anytime another girl would even talk to him.
Jealousy is not my friend and when I am overcome with it, I get pretty pissed off.
This brings us to present day, and the sort of infatuation I have with one Alexis Caffrey.
I know what you’re all thinking, get over it, right?
WRONG!
Things were going good for me. I was training to re-enter the world of professional wrestling in my second company, hoping for a better outcome than my first venture into this world. I had a trainer who cared, and an agent who did her best to get me the best things possible, as well as anything that I may have wanted.
Then something changed.
My mentor and agent, who also represented him got together and left me to rot. They kicked me to the curb for what they deemed to be bigger and better pastures. They pretty much treated me like that poor dog Old Yeller and took me out back behind the shed.
Jealousy has kicked in.
You see, before Alexis things were good. Life was good. Life made me happy. Now she’s talking to MY cute boy. She’s taking Mike from me, and has convinced him to leave me behind.
So how do I respond?
Jealousy.
Rage.
Separation.
He didn’t kick me to the curb. I kicked HIM to the curb, just like I did that cute football player years ago. I re-learned a lesson that I learned once before at the hands of the cute boy.
I don’t need anybody to make me who I am.
I’m who I am because I choose to be that person.
So let this be a lesson to all you girls out there. You don’t need a man to be who you are. You want him to cuddle with, kiss, and make you feel better, but the only one who can truly make you better is yourself.
I want Mike to pay attention to me, really I do. As long as that bitch is with him, that won’t happen. Soon, the separation stage will be over, and the rage will kick in. It won’t be a pretty day for that little girl.
===
Ashley Mastrangelo: So did anyone get the moral of my little story? Did anyone see the point? I’m my own girl now and that means dangerous things for the rest of the IWF. I’m not here to impress anybody anymore. I’m here to go out into that ring and beat anyone who gets in my way until I become the champion of this Division.
Ashley grabs her bags and heads to the door of the gym, opening it half way allowing a beam of sunlight to come in causing her to almost glow like she had descended down from the heavens. Before stepping out into the world, she looks over her shoulder at the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: And what the Italian Princess wants…she gets.
With a cute little wink, she snaps her head around sending her blonde hair slashing through the air as she steps into the outside world, the door closing, the thud it makes abruptly ending the scene.
Well howdy there pardner.