Inah
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 |  Subject: So listen to the radiooo.  Thu May 14, 2009 4:09 pm | |
| The scene opens up with Aesha opening the door to her penthouse. She is wearing a grey vintage tunic dress, much like the one that she wore last night partying, as photographed by the paparazzi and oversized sunglasses. She turns on her phone voicemail; she curses to herself quietly as she realizes that there has been 16 voicemail messages left for her.
As she listens to the voicemail messages, she quickly goes to her kitchen to grab some juice from the fridge but before she opens the door, she notices a post-it note left for her by her events planner, one of the two who has her spare penthouse keys.
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
OH.. shit.
Aesha quickly runs back to her living room and searches for her phone. She dials her third speed dial number, Georgina, and prays to herself that she answers quickly.
~ Georgina ~
Where the hell have you..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
What time is the radio interview?
~ Georgina ~
Don’t tell me you..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Shut the hell up. WHAT TIME IS THE INTERVIEW?
~ Georgina ~
9am. And it’s 8.30, for your information. The station is a 25minute drive from your house, so if you get a move on now, you won’t be late. Aren’t you with Dash?
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
No, they left the party at 5.
~ Georgina ~
And you just got home? What..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Look, I need a shower. The guys and I are training after the interview, and I really don’t want to go there looking like a freak. Call Dash, tell him to cover up for me. I’ll be a bit a late, but promise him I’ll be there. Thanks G.
~ Georgina ~
But..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
I love you, bye!
The scene changes.
Dash Blade
Yes, she is currently on her way right now. She’s stuck in traffic, but she’ll be here.
:The DJ:
Let’s just hope it’s soon, eh?
Spike Blade
She will be here. Whatever Aesha says happens.
Steve Storme
That’s very nice of you Spike. Now where were we? My match with Caprice.
:The DJ:
Yes, we have seen your promo, and that’s some pretty amazing stuff, Steve. I wish you the best of luck.
Steve Storme
Steve Storme doesn’t need luck. You see, the SOS, we are a talented group. We don’t need luck. Dash and I have been in this business for so long, the only thing that we need is ourselves. We make history - fighting as a team, wrestling other people. But most of all, the brutal matches that we had against one another are the ones that will remain historic, the ones that people will remember till the day they die.
Danny Storme
Too true Steve, too true.
Dash Blade
Steve is right. Him and I nearly killed each other in a lot of occasions, but we’re still here. I can now tell you that none of this was driven by luck. It was just our pure talent. And that, is all we need. So you can wish all the luck you want on us, but that would be just pointless.
Just as Dash finishes, Aesha enters the room, wearing workout shorts and a tank top. She smiles at the guys as the DJ announces her arrival.
:The DJ:
Well, here is the sexy..
Dash gives the DJ a death glare.
:The DJ:
The lovely Aesha just entered the room everyone. Please, take a seat.
Aesha takes a seat next to Dash, as she puts the headphone given to her by one of the staff.
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Thank you.
:The DJ:
So, Aesha, where have you been? We’ve been here for a long time now and you’ve just..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Just cut the crap and ask me questions that do matter. I don’t have much time for you, and I’m sure that my boys don’t either. So you either ask us important questions or we leave, and everyone listening stops their radios. So?
Spike is heard from the background laughing, while he shouts ’OWNED’. Danny and Spike laugh together, then high fives.
:The DJ:
Well, you have a match against Roxi this..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
I know that, and all I’m going to say about the matter is that I will beat her. However she prepares for the match, however good she will be in the ring. All I know is that I am going to beat her, and that is a promise.
:The DJ:
Well, I wish you..
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Luck? Oh no darling. Not one good luck will benefit me. ‘Good lucks’ are for losers; I am a part of the Syndicate of Sexy. I kick ass, I’m no loser. No wish of luck from someone will ever change the way things are going to be. I make my own luck. And if I say I’m going to beat the hell out of Roxi, I will.
:The DJ:
You all are the same.
Dash and Steve stands up, and soon does Spike and Danny. They all look at the DJ, their expressions obviously not of impression. Change of scene. Aesha walks to the ring confidently, Dash and Steve, on her sides; Danny and Spike closely behind. Wowsers! What a line up! They get to the ring, Aesha starts talking, addressing Roxi.
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
Roxi, Roxi, Roxi. Weren’t you the slutty whore way back on Carnage? I’ve seen your matches then, and you’re still the same old loser that you were. When I came back to Exile, I expected everyone to improve. I expected each and everyone of you to at impress me. But no, always proving me wrong. You’re the one who had a sister, no? What happened to her? Went back to her old job? Hooters, right? Whatever happened to your other protégés? They all left you?
Aesha smirks.
. . / / Aesha \ \ . .
I'm sure you've heard the SOS radio interview, something that you can't have, because well, you're just not important enough. But like I said there, I am going to kick your ass whether anyone likes it or not. Listen intently here honey. Everyone knows that I have the SOS behind my back all the time, but during our match.. It’s just going to be you and me.
Us, alone inside the ring.
You, having the match of your life.
Me, having my first victory since coming back.
I’m going to beat you up in style.
It’s just going to be you and me.
Us.
Alone.
Better hide my dearest, I'm coming for you.
END RP | |
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