Post by Ashley Mastrangelo on Jul 14, 2013 17:43:23 GMT
The scene opens but not much can really be seen until everything comes into focus. The sun is bright, and you can seat the ripples in the air caused by the heat beating down on the blacktop below. Looking around, one would think that they’re in a beautiful tropical paradise, but unfortunately, that’s not the case. The camera turns from the heat ripples to a lawn chair where the Italian Princess herself lays reclined back wearing nothing but a black bikini. She looks over at the camera through her sunglasses and smiles as she holds up her glass of lemonade.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Greetings and salutations IWF World. I want so badly to say that this “I told you stuff” is getting old…
She lets out an extremely over-exaggerated laugh, placing her hand on her chest, fighting hard for each breath before settling back down and looking back into the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh…oh…oh my. Okay, I’m good. Like I said, I’d like to tell you that, but I can’t. It feels so good to tell you what I’m going to do, then go out and do it despite the fact that you all doubt each and every word.
She sets the glass on the table beside her and stands up off the chair only to stretch her arms into the air allowing the viewing audience to revel in her beauty.
Ashley Mastrangelo: AAAAAAHHHHH! Much better. You see, two weeks ago I told you that Amber and I would win, and we did. Last week I said you all would experience Déjà vu…and you did. Now the two of us step into the ring with the two highest point getters in the entire Heiress to the Throne Competition. Again, I’ll tell you that we will indeed win and again you jerks probably won’t believe me. So eventually this all ends up being a giant circle. I’m not talking about the circle of life because this isn’t the Lion King, I’m talking about the boring endless circle that is the IWF promos during the week.
As she starts to walk away from her poolside seat, she motions her points with her hands…as most Italian girls do.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean seriously now. It doesn’t matter who it is on the roster. They get on this camera and whether they’re male or female, doesn’t matter, they tell the other person in the match that they’re better than them and that they’re going to kick their ass, and honestly, I’m sick of it.
She gets to the door of the hotel and pushes her way around the revolving door, the camera following behind, staring her down as do some of the guys who happen to be walking by at this opportune time. She then turns around to the camera, stopping and turning on a dime.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So that’s not what I’m going to do here. I’m not going to say that I’m honored to team with Amber and that we together are going to beat Eternity and Jessica Reed. I don’t need to say it, just like nobody else in this company needs to say it. I unlike the lot of you will DO IT!
Ashley walks into the elevator, turning to the camera as the gold plated doors begin to slide closed. She winks at the camera and the scene goes black as the scene fades.
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What Others Think
Crazy girls are a dime a dozen. Really, just look around you when you’re out walking around on the street. You think Eternity is crazy?
You’re the only one.
To be honest with you…it’s all a mirage. None of it is real. She’s just a lonely girl who lashes out because she wants attention. She wears the makeup…for attention. I mean seriously, who would really want to look that hideous every single day unless they were trying to put all the attention on themselves?
This reminds me of another story that I get to tell you guys. Just like my last story, this one too has a moral.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t let him be like that. He’s a dick. He’s using you to make her jealous. Don’t let him make you feel like garbage.
There’s a slight pause in the phone before the ear piece is overcome with sobbing which turns into full fledge crying before a click is heard and there’s nothing but silence.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dani? Dani? DAMN IT!
Now before you go wondering, “What’s going on?” this is all a part of the story. I’ll give you the jest of it now. This was my junior year of high school and my friend Danielle was dating a boy who had just broken up with the hot chick in school and was essentially using her as a way to make the girl jealous. Totally not cool right? Anyway, here we go.
I threw my phone onto my bed. I was upset at a few different things. I didn’t want her to feel this bad about something so stupid. I didn’t want her to feel used by this idiot. She was my best friend and she sat there in her room in tears and there was really nothing I could do about it. I tried to console her, but that obviously didn’t work. I reached over and grabbed my phone again but after dialing her number and getting no answer, I was let down. Tossing the phone again I fell back deep into my pillow and breathed a deep sigh of frustration.
Are you getting it yet? Are you? This is about the opinions of others and how the weaker individuals of the world let those opinions influence them.
The next day is when it all went down. One of Daddy’s guys dropped me off at school and I headed over to the regular spot that my little group hung out in. I looked around and saw the usual ditzy followers that admired me, but I looked around some more and couldn’t find Dani anywhere. I walked up to the group who looked a little different compared to usual. They weren’t as upbeat as usual. As a matter of fact they looked a little down in the dumps.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What is it girls?
They were all looking down at the ground as if they were little kids who had done something wrong.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, hello? What’s going on?
It was then that the young brunette on the side, Karen, answered me.
Karen: It’s Danielle.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What about her? Where is she?
Dani was my best friend growing up. We knew each other from second grade on and were like sisters the entire time.
There was a bit of silence before the other two girls pointed to the corner of the room. Looking over I saw a girl dressed in all black. She had fishnet arm sleeves that went from her hands to her shoulders and was wearing a black Lolita skirt that had stiff tulle sticking out from beneath it. Her socks were black and white striped and went up to her knees and she was wearing a pair of leather boots. They said it was Danielle but I couldn’t tell and would have never guessed. It was rather disturbing. I looked up and her hair that was once a dark brown with blonde highlights was now pitch black and the had the dark eye color of a typical gothic girl. I was startled by her appearance as she sat in the corner alone staring into space.
Dani was like me. We weren’t the so-called “plastics” of the world, but we were cute and dressed the part. To see her transform from a prom queen candidate to what she had degenerated into was disturbing and made me want to cry on the inside.
I walked over and called down to her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dan…Dani?
There was no response as she simply continued to stare forward. I leaned down, eventually getting on my knees beside her on the floor. I put my hand on her shoulder but still got no reaction.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dani, what happened? Why do you look like a dark Raggedy Anne?
Still no reaction and it was starting to weigh on me. Then I thought about the phone call the night before and it got me mad.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Please tell me this isn’t about last night. Please tell me that moron didn’t drive you to this…please?
Finally I got some sort of reaction. Slowly but surely she turned her head toward me. A few tears began to flow down her face causing her mascara to create black lines down from the center of her eyes. It was a sad sight indeed.
Dani: Why? Why shouldn’t I tell you that? That’s what happened. HE USED ME ASH! HE TOOK ME AND USED ME TO MAKE THAT SLUT JEALOUS AND NOW HE’S RIGHT BACK WITH HER!
The anger in her voice was mixed with sadness. She really liked him and in the end, it was all a ploy just to get some school slut jealous and want him back. Dani had burst out into full tears which had alerted a few of the teachers who had been passing by.
Teacher: Is everything okay here?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, just some boy trouble.
Teacher: Are you sure?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, I got this.
The teacher looked on sympathetically then nodded and continued on her path. I hugged Dani and comforted her. Lucky for me I had a black shirt on so the running mascara wouldn’t show.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t worry Dani. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it better.
We pulled apart and she nodded somberly as the rest of the group came over. I looked up at them as I rose to my feet.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Take care of her. I’ll be right back.
The group looked on in shock as Karen spoke up again.
Karen: Where are you going?
Ashley Mastrangelo: To have some words with Pointing in a boys direction. HIM!
They looked over as I stormed across the room, my boots clicking on the tiled floor beneath me, my skirt swaying from side to side, and a determined look on my face that said to all others “Don’t mess with me.” As I walked over to the group, I put both my hands on this boy’s shoulders and spun him around. At first he looked shocked, and then he saw it was me and a smirk appeared on his face.
Boy: Oh, it’s you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Boy: It means, get the hell away from me. I have nothing to say to you.
He goes to turn back, but I grab his arm and pull again.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s good, because I don’t want you to speak. I want you to look and listen.
Boy: At what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Pointing at Dani. HER!
Boy: Who the hell is that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s Danielle.
Boy: Noooo.
Ashley Mastrangelo: YES! YOU did that to her. She loved you. She cared for you. You broke her heart and drove her to some psycho dark state. You should feel bad. You probably don’t and for that, you should have your ass…
Before I could finish, the girl he was trying to make jealous shows up.
Girl: Who the hell is this?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Ugh, slut.
Girl: Excuse me?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I said, slut.
Girl: There’s no way you’d be referring to me.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, yeah? You’re the school slut. This dick went out with that girl over there to make you jealous and it worked like a strategic war plan because you’re a mindless whore.
The girl started to lunge at me but her boyfriend stopped her in mid-air as the teachers were coming back. Not caring, as the boy turned, I hauled off and slapped him right across the face. The people around us cheered as this guy had been a douchebag to everyone in school. The teachers saw and walked over.
Teacher: Ms. Mastrangelo, come with me. I hope that slap was worth a detention.
She led me down the hall. As we continued on I looked over my shoulder at the boy who held the side of his face and stared down the hall at me. I smiled and winked at him. Then I turned my attention to the teacher.
Ashley Mastrangelo: It was totally worth it.
The scene fades
Do you get what this was about. In no way shape or form should anyone let the world determine their place. The opinions of other people should never influence you from doing what it is you want to do. You take your place in life and you hold firm to what you believe in. If you believe you’re doing the right thing then by all means…go for it.
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Ashley Mastrangelo: What!? Don’t…tell me…you agree with them. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!
Ashley throws her phone on the bed as she continues to pack her gear into a bag in her hotel room.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean seriously Eternity…Mike Laszlo in a skirt? Please. I’m so much more and then some. You wish you were like me. I get the attention without trying. You? You have to put on all the makeup and you have to pretend to be crazy just to get the people interested in you. If you didn’t ACT crazy, you’d me just another girl on the roster that nobody gives a damn about.
Picking up her bag she walks over near the door and sets it on a chair. She then heads to the bathroom where we see her makeup laid out neatly on the counter. She grabs hold of a makeup pad and starts the process known as “makeup”.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Makeup isn’t supposed to be your face. Makeup is supposed to accent your best features while hiding those that aren’t so advantageous. You use it to put on the mask for your costume. You use it to emphasize your “psychotic” nature. Or do you? Maybe your makeup has a whole other purpose in general. Maybe it’s not a costume of grandeur. Maybe it’s your version of camouflage. It’s how you hide yourself from the world. It’s how you escape reality because your brain just isn’t mentally tough enough to withstand the batter that each and every one of us go through on a daily basis.
She sets down the makeup pad and goes for the eyelash curler.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So if you really want to, stay hidden, by all means, it makes no difference. I mean, your partner might be a little upset, but who really cares right?
After curling each lash, she grabs some eyeliner and starts to outline her gorgeous eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, after all the two of you are opponents in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament. You two would rather rip each other’s hair out then team against me and Amber.
She finishes her left eye and moves to her right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So then that brings me to the other one of you who seems a little crazy, Jessica Reed. She would have fit in nicely with my group back in high school. She’s cute and a little ditzy, if not out there. She’s not smart enough to be a leader, but definitely gullible enough to be a follower.
Ashley brushes a little eye shadow on her eyelids then finishes up with a bit of lip gloss before smacking her lips together. She takes one last look in the mirror and nods a bit of satisfaction. She then turns to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You two ladies have to completely different, yet similarly strange stories. They’re your stories and you know what I say? More power to you. You guys can go off and happily tread about in your own realities. You can continue writing your off the wall stories. Just remember, Monday night, we write a story of ours to share with the world. The title is “Reality”. There are no monsters. There is no good and there is no evil…there just is. Monday night, there will be a team that wins and a team that loses. The two of you will unfortunately, at least for the two of you, be the latter. See you Monday girls.
Ashley winks into the camera as the scene fades.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Greetings and salutations IWF World. I want so badly to say that this “I told you stuff” is getting old…
She lets out an extremely over-exaggerated laugh, placing her hand on her chest, fighting hard for each breath before settling back down and looking back into the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Oh…oh…oh my. Okay, I’m good. Like I said, I’d like to tell you that, but I can’t. It feels so good to tell you what I’m going to do, then go out and do it despite the fact that you all doubt each and every word.
She sets the glass on the table beside her and stands up off the chair only to stretch her arms into the air allowing the viewing audience to revel in her beauty.
Ashley Mastrangelo: AAAAAAHHHHH! Much better. You see, two weeks ago I told you that Amber and I would win, and we did. Last week I said you all would experience Déjà vu…and you did. Now the two of us step into the ring with the two highest point getters in the entire Heiress to the Throne Competition. Again, I’ll tell you that we will indeed win and again you jerks probably won’t believe me. So eventually this all ends up being a giant circle. I’m not talking about the circle of life because this isn’t the Lion King, I’m talking about the boring endless circle that is the IWF promos during the week.
As she starts to walk away from her poolside seat, she motions her points with her hands…as most Italian girls do.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean seriously now. It doesn’t matter who it is on the roster. They get on this camera and whether they’re male or female, doesn’t matter, they tell the other person in the match that they’re better than them and that they’re going to kick their ass, and honestly, I’m sick of it.
She gets to the door of the hotel and pushes her way around the revolving door, the camera following behind, staring her down as do some of the guys who happen to be walking by at this opportune time. She then turns around to the camera, stopping and turning on a dime.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So that’s not what I’m going to do here. I’m not going to say that I’m honored to team with Amber and that we together are going to beat Eternity and Jessica Reed. I don’t need to say it, just like nobody else in this company needs to say it. I unlike the lot of you will DO IT!
Ashley walks into the elevator, turning to the camera as the gold plated doors begin to slide closed. She winks at the camera and the scene goes black as the scene fades.
===
What Others Think
Crazy girls are a dime a dozen. Really, just look around you when you’re out walking around on the street. You think Eternity is crazy?
You’re the only one.
To be honest with you…it’s all a mirage. None of it is real. She’s just a lonely girl who lashes out because she wants attention. She wears the makeup…for attention. I mean seriously, who would really want to look that hideous every single day unless they were trying to put all the attention on themselves?
This reminds me of another story that I get to tell you guys. Just like my last story, this one too has a moral.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t let him be like that. He’s a dick. He’s using you to make her jealous. Don’t let him make you feel like garbage.
There’s a slight pause in the phone before the ear piece is overcome with sobbing which turns into full fledge crying before a click is heard and there’s nothing but silence.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dani? Dani? DAMN IT!
Now before you go wondering, “What’s going on?” this is all a part of the story. I’ll give you the jest of it now. This was my junior year of high school and my friend Danielle was dating a boy who had just broken up with the hot chick in school and was essentially using her as a way to make the girl jealous. Totally not cool right? Anyway, here we go.
I threw my phone onto my bed. I was upset at a few different things. I didn’t want her to feel this bad about something so stupid. I didn’t want her to feel used by this idiot. She was my best friend and she sat there in her room in tears and there was really nothing I could do about it. I tried to console her, but that obviously didn’t work. I reached over and grabbed my phone again but after dialing her number and getting no answer, I was let down. Tossing the phone again I fell back deep into my pillow and breathed a deep sigh of frustration.
Are you getting it yet? Are you? This is about the opinions of others and how the weaker individuals of the world let those opinions influence them.
The next day is when it all went down. One of Daddy’s guys dropped me off at school and I headed over to the regular spot that my little group hung out in. I looked around and saw the usual ditzy followers that admired me, but I looked around some more and couldn’t find Dani anywhere. I walked up to the group who looked a little different compared to usual. They weren’t as upbeat as usual. As a matter of fact they looked a little down in the dumps.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What is it girls?
They were all looking down at the ground as if they were little kids who had done something wrong.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, hello? What’s going on?
It was then that the young brunette on the side, Karen, answered me.
Karen: It’s Danielle.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What about her? Where is she?
Dani was my best friend growing up. We knew each other from second grade on and were like sisters the entire time.
There was a bit of silence before the other two girls pointed to the corner of the room. Looking over I saw a girl dressed in all black. She had fishnet arm sleeves that went from her hands to her shoulders and was wearing a black Lolita skirt that had stiff tulle sticking out from beneath it. Her socks were black and white striped and went up to her knees and she was wearing a pair of leather boots. They said it was Danielle but I couldn’t tell and would have never guessed. It was rather disturbing. I looked up and her hair that was once a dark brown with blonde highlights was now pitch black and the had the dark eye color of a typical gothic girl. I was startled by her appearance as she sat in the corner alone staring into space.
Dani was like me. We weren’t the so-called “plastics” of the world, but we were cute and dressed the part. To see her transform from a prom queen candidate to what she had degenerated into was disturbing and made me want to cry on the inside.
I walked over and called down to her.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dan…Dani?
There was no response as she simply continued to stare forward. I leaned down, eventually getting on my knees beside her on the floor. I put my hand on her shoulder but still got no reaction.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Dani, what happened? Why do you look like a dark Raggedy Anne?
Still no reaction and it was starting to weigh on me. Then I thought about the phone call the night before and it got me mad.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Please tell me this isn’t about last night. Please tell me that moron didn’t drive you to this…please?
Finally I got some sort of reaction. Slowly but surely she turned her head toward me. A few tears began to flow down her face causing her mascara to create black lines down from the center of her eyes. It was a sad sight indeed.
Dani: Why? Why shouldn’t I tell you that? That’s what happened. HE USED ME ASH! HE TOOK ME AND USED ME TO MAKE THAT SLUT JEALOUS AND NOW HE’S RIGHT BACK WITH HER!
The anger in her voice was mixed with sadness. She really liked him and in the end, it was all a ploy just to get some school slut jealous and want him back. Dani had burst out into full tears which had alerted a few of the teachers who had been passing by.
Teacher: Is everything okay here?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, just some boy trouble.
Teacher: Are you sure?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Yeah, I got this.
The teacher looked on sympathetically then nodded and continued on her path. I hugged Dani and comforted her. Lucky for me I had a black shirt on so the running mascara wouldn’t show.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Don’t worry Dani. I’ll fix this. I’ll make it better.
We pulled apart and she nodded somberly as the rest of the group came over. I looked up at them as I rose to my feet.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Take care of her. I’ll be right back.
The group looked on in shock as Karen spoke up again.
Karen: Where are you going?
Ashley Mastrangelo: To have some words with Pointing in a boys direction. HIM!
They looked over as I stormed across the room, my boots clicking on the tiled floor beneath me, my skirt swaying from side to side, and a determined look on my face that said to all others “Don’t mess with me.” As I walked over to the group, I put both my hands on this boy’s shoulders and spun him around. At first he looked shocked, and then he saw it was me and a smirk appeared on his face.
Boy: Oh, it’s you.
Ashley Mastrangelo: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Boy: It means, get the hell away from me. I have nothing to say to you.
He goes to turn back, but I grab his arm and pull again.
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s good, because I don’t want you to speak. I want you to look and listen.
Boy: At what?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Pointing at Dani. HER!
Boy: Who the hell is that?
Ashley Mastrangelo: That’s Danielle.
Boy: Noooo.
Ashley Mastrangelo: YES! YOU did that to her. She loved you. She cared for you. You broke her heart and drove her to some psycho dark state. You should feel bad. You probably don’t and for that, you should have your ass…
Before I could finish, the girl he was trying to make jealous shows up.
Girl: Who the hell is this?
Ashley Mastrangelo: Ugh, slut.
Girl: Excuse me?
Ashley Mastrangelo: I said, slut.
Girl: There’s no way you’d be referring to me.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Um, yeah? You’re the school slut. This dick went out with that girl over there to make you jealous and it worked like a strategic war plan because you’re a mindless whore.
The girl started to lunge at me but her boyfriend stopped her in mid-air as the teachers were coming back. Not caring, as the boy turned, I hauled off and slapped him right across the face. The people around us cheered as this guy had been a douchebag to everyone in school. The teachers saw and walked over.
Teacher: Ms. Mastrangelo, come with me. I hope that slap was worth a detention.
She led me down the hall. As we continued on I looked over my shoulder at the boy who held the side of his face and stared down the hall at me. I smiled and winked at him. Then I turned my attention to the teacher.
Ashley Mastrangelo: It was totally worth it.
The scene fades
Do you get what this was about. In no way shape or form should anyone let the world determine their place. The opinions of other people should never influence you from doing what it is you want to do. You take your place in life and you hold firm to what you believe in. If you believe you’re doing the right thing then by all means…go for it.
===
Ashley Mastrangelo: What!? Don’t…tell me…you agree with them. Oh my God. OH MY GOD!
Ashley throws her phone on the bed as she continues to pack her gear into a bag in her hotel room.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean seriously Eternity…Mike Laszlo in a skirt? Please. I’m so much more and then some. You wish you were like me. I get the attention without trying. You? You have to put on all the makeup and you have to pretend to be crazy just to get the people interested in you. If you didn’t ACT crazy, you’d me just another girl on the roster that nobody gives a damn about.
Picking up her bag she walks over near the door and sets it on a chair. She then heads to the bathroom where we see her makeup laid out neatly on the counter. She grabs hold of a makeup pad and starts the process known as “makeup”.
Ashley Mastrangelo: Makeup isn’t supposed to be your face. Makeup is supposed to accent your best features while hiding those that aren’t so advantageous. You use it to put on the mask for your costume. You use it to emphasize your “psychotic” nature. Or do you? Maybe your makeup has a whole other purpose in general. Maybe it’s not a costume of grandeur. Maybe it’s your version of camouflage. It’s how you hide yourself from the world. It’s how you escape reality because your brain just isn’t mentally tough enough to withstand the batter that each and every one of us go through on a daily basis.
She sets down the makeup pad and goes for the eyelash curler.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So if you really want to, stay hidden, by all means, it makes no difference. I mean, your partner might be a little upset, but who really cares right?
After curling each lash, she grabs some eyeliner and starts to outline her gorgeous eyes.
Ashley Mastrangelo: I mean, after all the two of you are opponents in the Heiress to the Throne Tournament. You two would rather rip each other’s hair out then team against me and Amber.
She finishes her left eye and moves to her right.
Ashley Mastrangelo: So then that brings me to the other one of you who seems a little crazy, Jessica Reed. She would have fit in nicely with my group back in high school. She’s cute and a little ditzy, if not out there. She’s not smart enough to be a leader, but definitely gullible enough to be a follower.
Ashley brushes a little eye shadow on her eyelids then finishes up with a bit of lip gloss before smacking her lips together. She takes one last look in the mirror and nods a bit of satisfaction. She then turns to the camera.
Ashley Mastrangelo: You two ladies have to completely different, yet similarly strange stories. They’re your stories and you know what I say? More power to you. You guys can go off and happily tread about in your own realities. You can continue writing your off the wall stories. Just remember, Monday night, we write a story of ours to share with the world. The title is “Reality”. There are no monsters. There is no good and there is no evil…there just is. Monday night, there will be a team that wins and a team that loses. The two of you will unfortunately, at least for the two of you, be the latter. See you Monday girls.
Ashley winks into the camera as the scene fades.
Well howdy there pardner.