Post by Bryan Sweet on May 2, 2017 1:05:15 GMT
The black and white scene opens like a flashback to the early 60’s. Dressed in a smart blouse with a string of pearls around her neck, Ashleigh’s hair is pinned up throwback style.
“Ride the flames? Burn it to the ground? You’d best burn it ALL, if you don’t they’ll know.”
She holds up a feather duster and dusts around the edges of the camera while peering into the lens.
“They’ll know you built it on lies. Brick-by-brick, fib-by-fib. You were careful at first, crafting a nuanced façade but lately you’ve gotten sloppy. You don’t hit hard but you hit often; latching onto a victim and overwhelming them, putting them back on their heels so they can’t see through your sleight of hand. But you let the rhetoric get ahead of you and when that happened it spiraled out of control. You got outsmarted by Cass Baumer. That makes me chuckle because before she was the biggest joke on the internet she was just some Kiwi coming to the States with a suitcase and a dream. She hadn’t trained a day in her life. You’ll probably defend her, point out how everyone’s praising her little Baumer Report. That’s rich. They praise her the same way you’d praise a retarded child who just finished a finger painting made out of boogers. You’d pat their head and hang their masterpiece on the fridge because for their limited capacity that shit’s as good as it gets. Besting you? That was Cass’ masterpiece. How’s it feel to be her finger painting?”
Ash blows a stray hair from her face.
“Not to fear though, your bluster got you past that debacle. Now you’re facing men like Tyson Gregory and Julian Savell while bragging about how you’re able to push my peers to their limits. MY PEERS?! We’re friends but if you consider them my peers you’re SADLY mistaken and if you think I won’t trash their reputations you’ve never seen me cut a promo before. When that red light goes on I don’t have friends and I sure as fuck don’t have peers. I’m not like anyone you’ve faced. How do I know? Because you don’t have a goddamn clue how to handle me. I’m not coming at you with the canned insults you’ve grown accustomed to so you’re out there swinging at ghosts, responding to words that were never even spoken.”
She wags an admonishing finger.
“You claim I called you a slut but when I called you on that bullshit you backpedaled. How can I be certain I’ve never called you a slut? Because I think you’re anything but. I think you flaunt your sexuality to hide your insecurities. You complain about people who say your skin tone and eye color are fake but again, I wasn’t among those people because I know the truth. You’re a scared little albino girl who vastly overcompensates. Your hope is that if you cause enough static no one will see the girl who lies beneath. Just like the layers of clothing that protect your delicate flesh your attitude shields you from exposure. Well guess what? I’m not here to expose you. I’m here to break you and leave that giant circle of friends who supposedly don’t care about you to pick up the pieces. I chose this card to face you because I have other matters to tend to and you’re not worth the wait. Note that I’m facing you BEFORE you face Julian. I’m getting you at your theoretical best while Jules will be left to dry hump whatever scraps are left into the canvas.”
Ash shakes her head.
“You missed the mark because of your inability to deal in truths. Yes, Gavin said I couldn’t handle this sport but do you know why? It’s not because I’m better suited to be some 60’s housewife. It’s because I’m broken. When this side of me comes out to play my anxiety disorder kicks into high gear. We’re both damaged but while you choose to live in a land of make believe I hang my shit out there raw. I’m an anxiety-laden sociopath with anger management issues. I’m quite possibly the worst housewife ever. Therein lies the joke. Which is ironic because you love to chastise people who don’t get the joke. Maybe next time. Only there won’t be a next time. This farce of a match doesn’t deserve an encore. You want to watch the world burn? Go ahead but when the fires subside and I’m still standing you’ll be faced with a harsh reality… you’re the one who flew too close to the flames and your delicate flesh can’t survive these burns.”
“Tell me Sarah, do I still sound scared to you?”
Ash laughs and blows a kiss towards the camera before the scene cuts to black.
“Ride the flames? Burn it to the ground? You’d best burn it ALL, if you don’t they’ll know.”
She holds up a feather duster and dusts around the edges of the camera while peering into the lens.
“They’ll know you built it on lies. Brick-by-brick, fib-by-fib. You were careful at first, crafting a nuanced façade but lately you’ve gotten sloppy. You don’t hit hard but you hit often; latching onto a victim and overwhelming them, putting them back on their heels so they can’t see through your sleight of hand. But you let the rhetoric get ahead of you and when that happened it spiraled out of control. You got outsmarted by Cass Baumer. That makes me chuckle because before she was the biggest joke on the internet she was just some Kiwi coming to the States with a suitcase and a dream. She hadn’t trained a day in her life. You’ll probably defend her, point out how everyone’s praising her little Baumer Report. That’s rich. They praise her the same way you’d praise a retarded child who just finished a finger painting made out of boogers. You’d pat their head and hang their masterpiece on the fridge because for their limited capacity that shit’s as good as it gets. Besting you? That was Cass’ masterpiece. How’s it feel to be her finger painting?”
Ash blows a stray hair from her face.
“Not to fear though, your bluster got you past that debacle. Now you’re facing men like Tyson Gregory and Julian Savell while bragging about how you’re able to push my peers to their limits. MY PEERS?! We’re friends but if you consider them my peers you’re SADLY mistaken and if you think I won’t trash their reputations you’ve never seen me cut a promo before. When that red light goes on I don’t have friends and I sure as fuck don’t have peers. I’m not like anyone you’ve faced. How do I know? Because you don’t have a goddamn clue how to handle me. I’m not coming at you with the canned insults you’ve grown accustomed to so you’re out there swinging at ghosts, responding to words that were never even spoken.”
She wags an admonishing finger.
“You claim I called you a slut but when I called you on that bullshit you backpedaled. How can I be certain I’ve never called you a slut? Because I think you’re anything but. I think you flaunt your sexuality to hide your insecurities. You complain about people who say your skin tone and eye color are fake but again, I wasn’t among those people because I know the truth. You’re a scared little albino girl who vastly overcompensates. Your hope is that if you cause enough static no one will see the girl who lies beneath. Just like the layers of clothing that protect your delicate flesh your attitude shields you from exposure. Well guess what? I’m not here to expose you. I’m here to break you and leave that giant circle of friends who supposedly don’t care about you to pick up the pieces. I chose this card to face you because I have other matters to tend to and you’re not worth the wait. Note that I’m facing you BEFORE you face Julian. I’m getting you at your theoretical best while Jules will be left to dry hump whatever scraps are left into the canvas.”
Ash shakes her head.
“You missed the mark because of your inability to deal in truths. Yes, Gavin said I couldn’t handle this sport but do you know why? It’s not because I’m better suited to be some 60’s housewife. It’s because I’m broken. When this side of me comes out to play my anxiety disorder kicks into high gear. We’re both damaged but while you choose to live in a land of make believe I hang my shit out there raw. I’m an anxiety-laden sociopath with anger management issues. I’m quite possibly the worst housewife ever. Therein lies the joke. Which is ironic because you love to chastise people who don’t get the joke. Maybe next time. Only there won’t be a next time. This farce of a match doesn’t deserve an encore. You want to watch the world burn? Go ahead but when the fires subside and I’m still standing you’ll be faced with a harsh reality… you’re the one who flew too close to the flames and your delicate flesh can’t survive these burns.”
“Tell me Sarah, do I still sound scared to you?”
Ash laughs and blows a kiss towards the camera before the scene cuts to black.