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ooc message// okay so i tried something new..the title is a way to sort of describe the people in the match, the princess [jaslyn obviously], the whore [just because of nudey pics lmfao] and the bitch [because people like to call her that] so yeah..this roleplay is all about Jaslyn..the next, well..read the title..common sense'll tell ya who's up next..no offense to Cryssi..I really didn't know how else to describe Jaslyn lmao

Jaslyn Cash; everyone knows her. Well, they know her daddy at least. Her father owns Global Wrestling Alliance. He signs the paychecks that pay his superstar’s monthly bills, the paychecks that feed his stars on a nightly basis. Gregory Cash; the "man behind the madness" some may call him. He put it all together, with the help…of course, of people such as Damien Quinn, Eric Bischoff and so many others. Menace is just a few days away and already, things are definitely getting off to an explosive start. Jaslyn Cash thinks that being "Daddy’s Girl" will get her whatever she wanted, thinking she can run off at the mouth to whomever she wants, whenever she wants. Of course, doing so to one of your father’s business advisors and expecting to get away with it, especially when you’re spending the company’s money yet, you have no means of ever providing a compensation for it, could get you into a lot of trouble. Just as it has this past week for Jaslyn. Running into Madison, sparking up a little bicker…Damien had no choice but to stop one of his female competitors from, probably beating the living tar out of Jaslyn Cash. And for the that, the thanks he gets is disgusting. Jaslyn runs off at the mouth to him, and for that…he naturally sticks her in a match this week on Menace. She whines, complains, even cries…hoping all of this would get her out of it but…it’s too late. The decision is final, no changing it now. Of course, he gave her a slightly easy job, or so people were to believe. He put her against Nataleigh Kayde. But, by objection from Madison Gardens…GWA’s personal Martha Stewart of hair, a third party was added. It wasn’t until later one, after both Madison and Damien had left the scene that the third person was revealed. Opening the paper, Jaslyn read it aloud. Jaslyn Cash versus Nataleigh Kayde versus Ashley Marie? Wait…didn’t she leave a while back ago? Why is she in the match? Is she back? What the hell is going on here? All questions undoubtedly running through the mind of many people as they hear the name of their most favorite blonde. Jaslyn, even more upset now then she ever was before walks away. A few days later…she’s at it again. Trying to sneak her way out of it. "Oh…but I’m not a wrestler. I have no experience. How could you Damien? Let me kiss your ass and suck up to you so I can get out of this match because if I get hurt…daddy will sure enough come after you! And then you’ll be fired just like my opponents will be if they hurt me." No dice. Instead though, he gave her the name and number of a "friend of his" for at least the basics. A lot of good that’ll do her. She’s facing off with Nataleigh Kayde…who has at least a little more experience in the ring then that of Jaslyn Cash. And most importantly, a woman who has been through hell and back in the wrestling ring. The "veteran" of the match…so to speak. A former women’s champion in two different companies, a former tag team champion…one that went into a hell in the cell match the top dog and came out the dominate bitch. Ashley Marie undoubtedly has much more experience then both the girls combined yet, even to this day people still don’t take her seriously. Could it be, the jealous within them, thinking that talking shit and all the likes could burn her spirits and bring her down? Hasn’t happened yet…and she’s faced off with two of the most conniving, hateful people in the world, Katt Carter and Keilli Chaos. So, if they failed at bringing down Ashley Marie…what makes anyone think that someone else can succeed? Because she’s the "Bosses daughter"? Ha…means nothing!

Naturally, people have yet to see Ashley Marie make a return…even though she has been placed in a match. Could it just be wishful thinking on the part of the fans? Someone they tend to cheer for set to return yet, management is just poking fun and playing a little "joke" on them. Or is she really and truly back for good? Well, their questions are all about to be answered. The camera’s are at a mall. A huge one at that…crowded full with people of all shapes, sizes and colors. It’s New York City…Manhattan to be exact. The infamous, Manhattan Mall; one of the largest in the entire world. What store are we looking into? Gucci, go figure. God, could this possibly be another one of Jaslyn’s boring shopping sprees? Could she really kill us anymore with this shit? But wait…what is this. Leaning against the window, wearing a pair of tight fitting black, slightly looking dress pants is a blonde. A very familiar one at that. Turning her face to the camera, Ashley Marie stands there, a strawberry flavored Lollipop in her mouth. She holds it there with her mouth and teeth, her hands resting behind her back. She’s wearing a tight white top with the words "100% Bitch" across the front in purple and silver coloring with a dark black outlining. Ashley Marie has her own merchandise? Since when? This is a weird turn of events. First…she’s back to the GWA…now she’s gone entrepreneur? Could things be any different? Ashley Marie tilts her head to the side, a small smirk is on her face. As she walks just a little closer to the cameras, people walk around her. Some guys, they check her out sure…some recognize her, but she’s pretty much focused, so none of it really seems to set in with her…at least not at the moment.

Ashley Marie; "What? Were you expecting Jaslyn? Too bad. Looks like the ditz with a credit card’ll just have to wait until later to raid this mall. So, shocking huh? Ashley Marie…back in the GWA. Who’d have thought of such a thing…eh? Now, I know what people are saying. I know what rumors people are starting. Honestly, I could careless. They don’t know me…not a thing about me, let alone what was going on in my head the moment from which I left until now…my return. And obviously, my return isn’t looking too good to some people, mainly "Daddy’s Girl" Jaslyn Cash. It’s funny though, how she thinks that bringing up my match at Expedition 3, me losing and being eliminated first…thinking it’s supposed to, hurt me in some way. Ya know Jaslyn…as much as you would think it would’ve "hurt" me…all I can say is, at least I’m not a pussy. At least I, unlike yourself, actually get into the ring, fight and win or lose…I come back the stronger person. Let’s see you do half the shit I’ve done in my career. Let’s see you fall from a fifteen-foot high steel cage…or meet steel personally in a hell in a cell. You wouldn’t last one second, let alone an entire match in structures such as those. You’re pathetic. You think that because you’re the daughter of the owner of this company, people are supposed to fear defying you. Umm, hello…I did it my entire time in EEW. I defied Amy Dumas…I defied Vince McMahon, Stephanie…Keilli…all the members of The Corporation. All the "top dogs"…I defied them and why? I don’t like authority. Hell, take myself and Damien Williams for example. He tried to screw me over in his little "company" if you can call it that, NAW…but I vowed to him, personally and to his face, that if he and I were to ever meet again, I’d make his life a living, breathing hell. Too bad for him though. I think he’s retired or something. Oh well, I guess it’ll just have to be next lifetime, eh? Nonetheless, Jaslyn…if I were you though, I’d seriously stop worrying about what you’ll buy after the match and about my past with GWA or any other company for that matter and start worrying about the match. You’re not facing some crappy little shit wrestler like Melina or Torrie or, whatever little slut is running the WWE right now. You’re facing a woman that, even when faced with adversity, will go into the match adrenaline flowing, fans backing her and willing to get down and dirty with even the best of them all. Hell, even the guys. But you see, you wanna talk about my past…fine, let’s do it. Right here and now, I’ll publicly say, yeah. I lost. I got eliminated first in the Queen of the Pride match at Expedition 3. It was like a month ago Jaslyn, do you honestly think it matters anymore? Not really. So what if I left the company. Its called "personal time". You know…what you and Brandon are having right about�?/FONT>[she looks at her watch, a smile on her face], now? Oops…was daddy not supposed to know? Well, I’m pretty sure he’s watching and I’m pretty sure he’ll know now. But, if you must know…the main reason I don’t care that I lost is…because even before I was signed to the match, I made it abundantly clear, I didn’t want the fucking title. So, what makes you think that me losing is of any importance? The people know what title I want. They know what I want to do. Hell, if you weren’t so wrapped around Brandon’s dick…I mean, wrapped up in Brandon’s personal "affairs"…you’d know that to me, I’ve been there…I’ve done that. It’s old news. I’ve climbed on to bigger and better things and, well…Queen of the Pride was just my return match to the ring. Excuse me for stepping out of the so called little box and broadening my horizons. We aren’t all born with a blank, expressionless yet very lavish lifestyle to which you’ve obviously grown accustom to. Of course, we weren’t all born to be a duplicate of Stephanie McMahon-Levesque, now were we? Seriously though Jaslyn…you’re little crying and whining will get you no where. So save yourself the time and trouble and take Damien’s advice. Call that friend of his…learn at least the basics. So that way, when I beat you senseless, I won’t say you weren’t that much of an easy target."

Ashley Marie smiles. She turns her body slightly, looking back at the Gucci store. Walking on down the way a little, she comes across Proda. A store to which Jaslyn probably knows very well. So well, in fact, she’s probably a card-carrying member of the "Proda Purse Club" with Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie. Like anyone would want to even associate with Paris or Nicole. Stopping, she takes a seat on one of the brown benches outside of the store.

Ashley Marie; "Right up your alley, isn’t it Jaslyn? Gucci…Proda…these are the places in which you frequent most often, are they not? Notice though, you’re materialistic bullshit and my slightly casual, slightly vintage way of life are drastically different? You’re snot nosed little Miss. Princess and I’m…well…not. You run around thinking you’re better then everyone else because you’ve got daddy’s money and I run around thinking I’m just like everyone else except…the money I’ve got I earned it my damn self. My houses…my cars…my clothes. I didn’t need daddy’s credit cards, money or "friends" to get me what I wanted. I guess that’s just another thing that makes us so different. While you’re out living off dad’s wealth, while your being a lazy "daddy…I need $500" type of person, I was in that very wrestling ring that you, myself and Nataleigh will face off in this week, beating people up. Do you honestly think I’m gonna let the bosses daughter get an easy victory over me to save my own ass? Neh, sorry girl…bosses daughter or not, you’re just another competitor to me and I’ll do to you like I do to everyone else. Fight to the death. But it’s really like Damien said. It’s nothing personal. I mean hell, I hardly know you. The only thing I do know about you, is you like to spend daddy and the company’s money, run around with Brandon behind daddy’s back and…well, start trouble that you obviously can’t seem to finish. So, you say daddy will punish whoever harms a hair on your head…well, more then likely, I will. What’s he gonna do? Put me against your little "boyfriend" next week on Menace? O0o…so scared Jaslyn. Petrified, really. Making ideal threats really won’t get you anywhere. Especially not with me. I’m not one to pay attention to ‘em. I don’t give ‘em and I don’t back down from ‘em. I guess what you could say Jaslyn, as much as you would like to have myself and Nataleigh scared out of our wits of facing and running the risk of putting you on the injured list, on account to what daddy will do to us, I seriously doubt that Nataleigh, and I know personally…I could careless. If he didn’t want me back in this company, why’d he bring me back? He knew how I was before signing me the first time. He knows I don’t have time to put up with little kids like you, running around starting shit. One way or another, if you annoyed me enough, watching me from the past…I’m sure daddy dearest knew I’d find some way to get a hold of you. Of course, that time never really came around. But since I am returning and this is my first match on Menace…I guess you could say this is my test. Maybe he’s using this as punishment for leaving the first time. My reasons, really aren’t anyone’s concern, especially not yours. People say it was to leave and join this XCWF place but, if it were, wouldn’t I still be there to this day? Umm, yeah probably. If it were do you think I’d come back to GWA knowing I’d be hated to the death for it? I’m not stupid Jaslyn. Although I did catch a show here and there, it’s not my style. I was EEW through thick and thin at one point. Until it finally dawned on me, that when I first meet with GWA officials back in the EEW/GWA war, everything they told me was true. The favoritism, the ignorance running the company, everything. So, do you honestly think I’d jeopardize my career and chances here in GWA by running off to its all of a sudden new nemesis, XCWF? Do I look like Lita to you? I don’t screw people over for the mere fun of it. I look out for mine, and what will be mine. Now, you can run around with Brandon all you want, but when it’s time for the match…I truly hope your ready. It’s not gonna be anywhere near a walk in the park. Not with me in the ring. If you were fighting just Nataleigh alone, I’d probably say yeah, easy win for you. But you’re not…you’re fighting me also. And I don’t play around when it comes to wrestling. Again, just to clarify this because I know someone, somewhere is gonna try and make this more personal then it has to be, I’ve got nothing against you. You’ve done absolutely nothing to me, to make me hate you, want you dead or even want to beat you within an inch of your life and leave you in a pool of your own blood. It’s just my return match. A chance for me to show that I still have what it takes and this time around, no one and nothing will stop me from getting to the top. And just so you know, I personally like what you did. Using the company’s money, just to defy people like Damien Quinn. I would’ve done the same thing…especially to piss of Damien. He can think of me as no threat, he can say you don’t have to worry about me…but you do. And just like everyone else, he’ll be just as surprised to see that I’m back and better then ever…and this time, things are definitely gonna change."

With that being said, Ashley Marie turns around, the platform heel of her boots tapping against the concrete floor as she heads down the "hall" if you will at this huge mall. Down the escalator she goes, one…two…three…four stories down. She doesn’t stop at the bottom though. She reaches over her head, grabbing the silver trimmed sunglasses that were resting atop of her head, she brings them down, letting them cover her eyes as she walks out of the doors of the Manhattan Mall. Finally getting a glimpse of the back of her shirt, it simply reads "How does it feel to be the enemy" and a custom made signature at the bottom under the quote. Obviously, it’s one of those press on signatures, but none the less…it’s an "official" in a way. She heads down the street, the camera’s point upward toward the sky and look directly at it, the sun being the last thing everyone sees of the scene.

disclaimer// This roleplay, character, and everything else here is a copyright to Ashley Marie Lopez. The layout was made by the gorgeous and oh-so naughty Veronica and is not to be used by you ever unless you want a fucking bullet through your thick skull. Don't touch any of this you see. Why? Because I said don't touch it, smartass. I will sick my insane bunny rabbits on you if you don't obey so be a smart bowl of lucky charms and keep your paws off.

ooc message// blah..blah..I sorta liked this rp and if you don't..I really don't care because its not like it matters to me anyway, this idea has been used by like a zillion people, but I thought it would fit given the autobiography nataleigh kayde gave us in her debut...and yes I realize she quit before I could complete and post the rp...oh well too bad, I already started it which is why I changed the ending..meh, that's about it..ps: I really need to speak with someone from management ASAP!

Just days before this weeks Menace show is set to take place…it appears that Jaslyn is actually taking a few lessons. One at least, in which she failed desperately at. But hey, at least she’s trying…which is more then you can say for some people. Such as Nataleigh Kayde. But then again, it’s not like Nataleigh Kayde stands a chance…even if it was a one on one contest, Nataleigh against Jaslyn. Jaslyn would still whoop her ass. But with Ashley Marie in the equation…the only one with true competitive talent and experience, the odds are staked greatly against Nataleigh. The scene opens up at a very familiar site. I’m sure a lot of people recognize this stage…eh? Hell, if they don’t, just read the wall and you’ll sure enough recognize it. See it now? Why, it says "Jerry Springer Show" as clear as day. But…wait a minute. "Jerry Springer" is crossed out with a purple colored spray paint and around it says "Ashley Marie Show". What in the blue hell has this girl come up with now? Apparently…she’s at it again, wanting to stir up a little trouble for her opponents and definitely taking it upon herself to feel very welcome in a place where she really has never been before. The little normal entrance theme hits for the intro to the Jerry Springer show and out comes Ashley Marie, wearing a white mini skirt with a black halter-top. The top is somewhat sparkly, with little diamonds scattered about, the skirt is just a plain white skirt. To complete the outfit, she’s wearing a pair of white, leather knee boots…looking as stunning as ever. Her beautiful blonde hair is curled only slightly, the front rounds her beautiful face and the rest just flows down her back and over her shoulders. Her make up is done perfectly, matching her skin tone and everything else to a perfect "T". She has her own little microphone in hand and another familiar voice is heard in the background. Sitting at a little booth in the far corner, where all the sound drops are is the infamous, Danielle DiYanni, formerly known to the world as Danielle Frost…Ashley Marie’s best friend.

Danielle DiYanni; "So, you ready to do this shit?"

Ashley Marie; "Dani…I was fucking born ready. And you know what’s even funnier…I know, just like the entire world knows…that no matter the outcome, Nataleigh Kayde a) won’t know what fucking hit her and b) will be whipped off the face of GWA for fucking good. Plus the fact that I know this is gonna piss her off. We all know how much she hates being compared to mommy dearest."

Ashley Marie rolls her eyes and Danielle cracks a cocky smirk. No one’s seen the likes of Danielle Frost in almost a year or so…why would she come back now? What purpose? Just to help Ashley Marie out, maybe? Who knows…but nonetheless, there she sits.

Ashley Marie; "Ladies and gentlemen…welcome to the first ever, Ashley Marie show. Today, we’ve got bitch whore mothers with their gutter slut daughters on the show, and…things could get just a little bit personal. Our first guest today, is Nataleigh Kayde…hmm, that name rings a bell. Oh that’s right. She’s someone I should know very well. I work with her in GWA…come on out Nataleigh."

The doors in the back open and those watching are literally expecting Nataleigh Kayde to walk out and onto the stage. But, much to their surprise, or not, a skinny, crack whore looking, heroine addicted female with dark blonde hair walks out. The female looks as if she could be anorexic or something, her hair flowing down. She’s got on a slightly see-through top, a black bra underneath. She completes the outfit with a black skirt to match the bra and a pair of clear stiletto heels. "Nataleigh" takes a seat on one of the chairs on the stage, crossing her legs just to add a little "class" to her ignorant look.

Ashley Marie; "Now…Nataleigh…first off, welcome to the show. Now, tell us a little about yourself and your mother…if you would please. What’s the relationship there like?"

Imposter Nataleigh Kayde; "Well, me and my mom have no relationship. She was a prostituting whore, that would rather have seen me get raped and beaten just for a sack of crack. Being the big tough girl I am, I beat that mother fu�?/FONT>"

Ashley Marie; "Yeah, that’s nice. So…let’s skip ahead shall we. You hate your mom…blah, blah, blah. She upsets you because you see her getting fucked. That’s all fun and good. Let’s go to GWA. Now, why in the bluest of all fucking hells, would your pathetic, whiney little ass even think of showing your face in such a company. Hello, everyone there is better then you. Hell, even Jaslyn Cash is better then you. And she’s a snot nosed, prissy little richie-rich "don’t break my nails" bitch."

Imposter Nataleigh Kayde; "Well, at the time…I was still very "wounded" from my mother’s lifesty�?/FONT>"

Ashley Marie; "Yeah, yeah, yeah. So…your upset…wounded…you’re obviously not thinking correctly because anyone with common sense would’ve known that you and GWA just don’t fucking mix. I mean, it doesn’t take Albert Einstein to realize that you just…well...didn’t belong. People there have talent. You, well, you have an STD. There’s a big difference there Nataleigh."

Imposter Nataleigh Kayde; "Yeah, I know. I just wish someone would’ve told me that before they actually put me in a match. Especially against someone like…well, you Ashley Marie. I mean, you are like, one of the best in the business. You’ve beaten lots of the so called "legends" that are out there, and yet…you still manage to stay oh so level headed. How do you do it."

Ashley Marie; "Well, I don’t like to toot my own horn but…oh wait, yeah I do. When the time calls for it anyway. But thank you Nataleigh. It’s so kind of you to notice all that I am and all that I’ve got. Mkay so…where were we? Oh, that’s right. You were in GWA. So, tell me a little bit more about this "match" would’ja?"

Imposter Nataleigh Kayde; "Well, I was put up against the likes of yourself and Jaslyn Cash. Everyone knew Jaslyn was gonna get her ass kicked. In fact, she was probably thought to have been the big "underdog" in the entire match. I mean, the girl had no in ring talent. But anyway, along came myself and the match well…it starts. Let’s just say I never made it past the words of "you bitch" as I uttered them at both Jaslyn and Ashley Marie. They pretty much tore my ass apart, ripped me to shreads and left me in the ring, a bloody pile. Kind of like when they beat on my mom."

Ashley Marie; "Hey Dani…do you remember what time we ordered that pizza? It should’ve been here by now. I’m fucking hungry…I haven’t eaten anything all day. What time is it anyway?"

Danielle DiYanni; "Umm…I think it’s like, four. I don’t know…do I look like Mr. Tick-fucking-tock to you? Christ Almighty Ashley. That’s why you should’ve worn that fucking watch I bought you for Christmas. A waste of money right there. I feel so insulted."

Ashley Marie; "Oh pipe down ChaChee. It’s not like I never wear the thing. I mean, I did wear it when I was at the mall."

Danielle DiYanni; "Yeah, only because you wanted to make it to my house that night for that oh so fabulous pool party I was throwing. You little skank."

Ashley Marie; "Oh eat shit and die. You act like I don’t appreciate you. Hello, who was the only one that I invited to help me move? You! I appreciate you!"

Danielle DiYanni; "Dude…we never did a thing. All we did was sit on our asses and watch the guys from UHAUL move your shit."

Ashley Marie; "Yeah well…its what I paid them for. Besides, I was busy."

Danielle DiYanni; "Yeah, uh huh…busy alright. Busy with Paul."

Ashley Marie; "Zip it cow…it’s not like you weren’t "busy" too!"

Danielle DiYanni; "Yeah well…shut up! Get back to your little thing!"

Ashley Marie; "Oh yeah…that’s right. I forgot this slut was still here. So anyway, where was I? Oh yes…you were getting your ass kicked by Ashley Marie, Ashley Marie wins, ding, ding, ding the match is done. So, I’m guessing it was after that, that you took on a life of prostituting, heroine addiction and crack addiction? My how the mighty have fallen. Guess it’s true what they say though, the apple certainly doesn’t fall too far from the tree."

Imposter Nataleigh Kayde; "Yeah well. When you get your ass whooped and finally realize that you don’t stand a chance in the wrestling industry anymore…certain things start to take a toll on you. Heroine and crack were the only thing that could stop those feelings. Then…I started fucking to get some because, well…my money I had left from wrestling ran out in like…a month."

Ashley Marie; "Well Nataleigh…in the true spirit of the show, we’ve got a surprise for you. [Nataleigh stands up, jumping up and down all giddy-like. Ashley Marie just looks at her, cocking an eyebrow]. Sit the fuck down you dumb skank, it’s not drugs. Jesus fucking Christ. This is a family show…and close your legs…we do not need pubic lice flying around attacking everyone in sight…especially myself and Danielle. Ugh, goddamn whores, I swear."

Ashley Marie gives an innocent smile, Nataleigh gets back into her seat, upset that no drugs are being offered.

Ashley Marie; "Nataleigh…please welcome in, Mama Kayde!"

A little song hits and out comes big ol�?fat, Mama Kayde. Mama Kayde goes over and takes a seat…but the first chair breaks into a zillion pieces. Danielle and Ashley Marie just look at each other, laughing hysterically. Nataleigh goes to check on Mama Kayde, but it’s not like her puiny ass can pick her up.

Ashley Marie; "Umm yeah…Dani…go call a construction company. Tell ‘em we need a gigangous couch and the Jaws of Life. We’ve got a huge mess that needs taking care of."

Danielle picks up her phone, pretending to dial. Finally, Mama Kayde gets up, and some men that are around the show haul out a "love seat" type chair. She plops in it, almost breaking that too.

Ashley Marie; "Easy woman. What does this look like? A Haverty’s? Holy hell!"

Danielle DiYanni; "God woman…the things I have to put up with for you."

Ashley Marie; "Yeah, like you had anything better to do."

Back to the show, Nataleigh and Mama Kayde seem to have made up. Sitting there, holding hands like one big, happy family, Nataleigh and Mama Kayde smile.

Ashley Marie; "Ugh…this sickens me. I can’t even look at this shit anymore…be gone, heifers…be gone!"

Both the imposter Nataleigh and the imposter Mama Kayde leave the stage, going to the back. Danielle smirks, still sitting in the background as Ashley Marie takes a seat in one of the chairs, looking directly into the camera.

Ashley Marie; "See Nataleigh…this is a fucking tale of your future. I can assure your ass, right after Menace is over with, your fate…will be just like your mothers. And its like the old saying goes, Like mother, like fucking daughter. You were born into a house of whores, you will live in a house of whores and you will die, alone, in a house of fucking whores. But, I’m jumping way ahead of myself here. We’re not worried about your past or your future. We’re worried about your fucking present. See Nataleigh, here’s how the story goes. You walked into GWA, thinking you were some big shit. Thinking you were "the bitch"…but then, you meet me. Someone, who is probably, called a bitch more often then not. Mainly because, truth be told, people like to keep me down. Happened in EEW, happened in SEE and it’ll happen anywhere else I go. But see I’m used to people saying shit, trying to bring me down. ‘Oh Ashley…you took that idea even though, I never really had it to begin with.�?It’s called people having no lives. Just like you, right Nataleigh. I mean, do you honestly believe the story you forced people into watching about your "so called life". Does this look like Clarissa explains it fucking all to you? We are not Nickelodeon. We do not give a rat’s fat ass about your whore of a mother, your rich best friend and her family taking you in, and you all of a sudden becoming the Princess fucking Di of Mongo Junior High. See Nataleigh, this isn’t high school anymore. This isn’t some place that you and your little lesbian lover friend were off screwing people in to get to the top. This is the GW-fucking-A and only the best survive here. Well, the best and Jaslyn Cash of course. But then again, if I had daddy’s money…I’d probably be milking it for all it’s worth too. Wait, not really. Because, then if I did…that means daddy could still control my life. And unlike some people, I’d rather live on my own terms and by my own rules, then have someone cutting me off the first chance he got, because I dated the wrong guy. So Nataleigh, take a hint. A) No one fucking wants you here…so do the world a favor and leave. B) On your way out…make sure you tell the world that you lost to the far better woman at Menace, that being yours truly…moi. And finally…and I hope you’re fucking listening…when you go off to become the whore that everyone knows you’re gonna be, don’t blame me for you getting there. Blame yourself. If you had any kind of common sense, you would’ve known that you couldn’t cut it in any other federation, and you can’t fucking cut it here. So what makes you think that at Menace, you stand even the closest of chances? Well, whoever put that thought into your pee-brain fucking lied to you, and they should be shot! But then again, you should be shot just for looking the way you do. God…keep your clothes on and leave them on…no one wants to see your cellulite ass naked, ever again. Hell, Kristie Alley would look better then you do naked…and she’s working with Jenny Craig. Slowly, of course…she’s on that Slim Slow diet. Anyway, not the point. Nataleigh…at Menace, it’s your own fucking funeral you’ll be attending if you even bother to show up. But I know you won’t…your just a little pussy like half the other "all talk and no show" bitches I’ve meet in my career. Just like all the rest of them!"

Ashley Marie takes a pause, knowing that…it’s a complete waste talking about Nataleigh Kayde. It’s not like she’s gonna show up anyway.

Ashley Marie; "Now Jaslyn…seeing as I’m wasting my time with Nataleigh…I’ll talk about you. Poor little Jaslyn…got her ass handed to her during her first training session. Do you see the tears rolling down from my face? No? Well then good…because there aren’t any. You know, I said it before, and I’ll say it again…its nothing personal Jaslyn. But, you seem intent on telling me that I should mind my own business if I don’t want people butting into my affairs. Okay, just for a little history lesson here. When the fuck hasn’t someone butted into my affairs. Since I started wrestling, that’s all people would do. So, I’ve gotten used to it. I could seriously careless what people say about me, or what they do to try and cover whatever big "secret" I’m hiding that week. Or, hell…let them stick their nose in my business for all I care. One) It’ll probably get out sooner or later and Two) the more they do it, the more I know that they either want to be me, be like me, or are jealous of me. But me on the other hand…talking about you and Brandon. That’s just…well…funny. I mean, and this is just advice at the most, maybe. If I were you Jaslyn, I’d walk right up to daddy dearest and tell him, straight out…I’m a grown woman, I can date whomever I want, whenever I want. But of course, I’m not afraid of making money for myself. Some people, that sort of thing is just too damn hard for them to do. Oh well, guess things will be, whatever things will be. For me though, Menace is all about coming back, and coming back with a bang…which is exactly what I intend on doing. Whomever I decide to take out…whether it be Jaslyn or Nataleigh…neither one will ever forget my name…ever."

With that being said, Ashley Marie stands up from her seat and walks through the isle. She throws the little mic to the floor, letting it hit as she goes around to where Danielle is standing. The two share a smile, as they talk amoungst each other, of course..they're too far away for the camera's to make out what they're saying. The two walk through the little door on the side and to the back as the scene fades to a staticie ending.

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