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Sent: 2/26/2005 5:32 PM

Dial M for Mandy

The scene opens in an empty room. The cameras take a look around at all four side of the wall. There is a dead corpse covered in blood lying on the floor. It looks like the blood is stale. There are footsteps of blood on the floor next to dead corpse. On one side there is a throbing heart hanging on the wall with the help of a string. It's kept inside a ziplock bag with a message on it. The camera's zoom into the heart to get a closer look of the message. The message reads "for my dear mandy". So far the only sound in the room is that of the heart throbbing. The heart continues to beat and the more it beats the string that has been attached to a certain loop loosens more and more. Soon the heart takes one final beat and drops down. Why did this happen? Well the string was at it's final straw and it couldn't hold the heavy heart much longer anyway. Suddenly a huge sheet of big white blank paper opens up on the wall. It looks like a long message for a certain someone..In this case that would be Mandy Manson. The whole letter is written in stale blood..most likely to be that of the corpse that is dead there. The camera's the closely focus on the wall trying to make the letter in blood visible to the eye. The letter says.

"Dear Mandy,

My my you've grown to be such a big girl. I'm so proud of what you've done to yourself. I just knew it! I knew you were going to be the next bytch in BUD. I could see it in you. I knew you were going to beat that whore Gypsy and hand her ass on a silver platter to her at the end of that match. You do know that I faced Gypsy as well. She was pretty tough competition don't you think? Well..I suppose it was past her prime..already? I thought she was going to wait a little longer so that I could kick her ass but oh well..I guess some people just get tired of waiting..and I seriously I don't blame them..but now it's you..my dear mandy. The newest Bytch. See I might have not got my hands on that title yet but I soon will and I see myself facing you in a match for it. Unfortunatley for now..it's my return match and a non title match against you. I'm going to have to face you and Daizi Darkside on monday for the hell of it. I know I know..It's a waste of time for you..C'mon you've already faced Gypsy..you're already the bytch champion..you don't need this..you need the night off. But instead you decided to take it anyway..I mean what harm could it possibily do to you? But hold your horses there Mandy..I'm not just some toy you can play around with and toss into the trash can when you're done. You think you can actually beat me? Sorry woman..You've got it all tied up. Yeah i'm going to predict that you'd be all egoistic and special and say 'hey i'm bytch..I can beat anyone' Well you can't. Since you're already so confident and cheery, I have the chance of taking you by suprise. You're probably all tired and weary already to come back again to the level you were at when you faced Gypsy to face me. I know it's not only a match between you and me on Monday night hangover. There's Daizi Darkside aswell..but she's most likely to not show up..She's all caught up in the darkside..so this time it's going to be special..just you and me. Mandy Manson vs Rebecca Rancid. Now Mandy..I heard about your little history from Gypsy. She says that you belonged to a mental institute for almost 5 years..or more..maybe less..I couldn't really give a fuck. You call yourself a Rebel..pfft. Mandy mandy mandy..you know who you remind me of? Yes you remind me of Charles Manson. Very much like him. Always on the dot..always on top of his game. I respect that Manda..but the truth is....I'm much worse that Charles. He must have had his girls stab a few people with a fork 51 times but you haven't seen what I can do..and trust me when I say this woman..you don't want to. Do you really know the meaning of "psychotic"? Yeah I think you know since you try to play that all the time. You think you're all dark and horrid with a tad bit of sexuality to it...but you're right. You are a crazy little bitch. I would really love to talk about your life story with you. I heard you did some pretty amazing things back then. Oh the "shock". I'd think i'd pass out half way through your story. Mandy who are you trying to convince? Them or yourself? Are you that crazy Mandy? Can you come up to my level with all that bullshit? You see I might not be crazed as you are but I'm much better. You must have been under the influence or some brain damage when you did what you did..but me..I was just sobber. I was in my right mind and I did it out of cruelty...okay who am I trying to fool? I was a bit under the influence at first..but as I got older and figured myself out..I thought why not just play along? Yeah yeah you've heard the story about me almost a million times by now..but the truth is..thats not half the shit I was. Most of the things were "beeped" out. Too innappropriate for T.V. But you on the other hand my dear child..lived the life of luxury in a mental institute. I'd rather be there then where I was. Let me tell you something Mandy. I know something about you that nobody else knows...I have your dirty little secret locked up inside my mind and I will tell soon. Wait, whats that you say? you don't want me to tell? Okay I won't tell..unless you force me to. Fine fine fine..I'm just playing woman. The only reason i'm not telling is to keep everyone in suspense. I want people to ask..people to wonder..people to think hard what it is? So Mandy..whats your secret? shhhh. I'd love to stay and write some more but I think i'm running out of blood. I knew I should have killed another person for this. Well see you soon sweetie and good luck on your win.

Hugs and kisses

Rebecca Rancid <3

P.S: I hope you like the heart..I put it in the zip loc bag especially for you. :)

Personal message: You Are God! =P

From: <NOBR>

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Sent: 2/27/2005 3:50 PM

Dial M for Mandy

The scene oepsn in a child's playground. There are a few innocent children running around happily playing. A few of them are huddled in groups above the slides waiting their turn and a few of them on the ground. There is a lot of laughter heard around the place. Some of the children are screaming happily and the others are laughing. Suddenly the whole seen blackens out and there is a loud scream. A few sounds of bullets are heard and then all the noise is stopped. The scene then opens to a bloodly mess with all the children lying on the floor. They are placed in a certain way. This leads to something. Each child form a line directing the camera to the main, empty spacious playground behind all the slides. There is a letter written down in white chalk. It reads.

Dear Mandy,

And to think you liked my present? I guess I was wrong. I shouldn't have given you a heart. I just somehow knew you would have taken it the wrong way. It's not that I love you or that I wanted to scare you. I just gave you the heart as a little..lets say "victory present" for winning the Bytch title. C'mon you have to accept it. But no you didn't. You could have really been nice about it and accepted the gift but you just had to be a bitch and make a big fucking deal about it. ..and for that you will pay Miss Mandy. Want to know how? Well you're just going to have to wait and see. You say you don't consider yourself a "bytch" even though you hold the Bytch title..well the truth is..you are a "bitch" any other person in your place would have cherished that heart with everything in them. You know what. Don't even bother. I was going to give you another present..You know throw up in the front of your locker room and leave you a little sex tape of Gypsy and Sparrow for your personal pleasures but then again you're not the greatfull type. Well back to your little promo that you did. I would say I was quiet happy you actually went back to the house to re-read the message rather than kick back on your couch and watch it on T.V. Thats says a lot Dear. It's says that you're not lazy. I know if it was Nikki Black I had sent this to she would do the above but you took the long road. Mandy what do you really want in life? Your parents treated you well but you still had intensions on killing them. Why I may ask? I don't really blame you. I have the same intensions towards YOUR parents and the reason being..for giving birth to such a miserable thing as yourself. What a pityfull little child you are. You lived the life of the good but yet you went ahead to destroy it after coming in contact with a certain"man". And now because of that "man" we have to deal with you here. You're right about one more thing. I did not beat Gypsy but still you consider me to be an easy victory just because you beat her. C'mon sweetheart..don't flatter yourself...Don't you ever wonder whether your victory over Gypsy must have been a fluke? She was stable all along..maybe she just wasn't giving it her best. Now I have to admit. Even thoguh I did compliment you saying that I knew someone was going to put Gypsy in her place..but now when I take a second look at it. I don't think the same way I did before. Now Mandy..you have some people to blame when you lose to me on Monday..and those people will be your beloved parents. You know..since you manage to blame them for everything else. I must have done a few "things" in my past..according to you i'm bragging..but the fact of the matter is..I can brag. I can kill people and brag about it..because for every wrong i've done in this world..I've added a right back in it. I hold things you don't..things you can NEVER get your aids coated hands on..but you have one thing I want..don't necessarily need but want..and that is the Bytch title. I won't get it even if I win the match..but I can get my hands on it if I had a real reason to. You on the other can't get what I have..can never get what I have. You think you have me all figured out in that little palm of yours..but the truth is your absolutley WRONG in what you say. I'm not wannabe. I am what I wanted to be and I can still be what I want to be. If I wanted to be a murderer I could be a murderer. If I wanted to be a sex symbol I could be a sex symbol...I have the ingredients but I just don't have the time. Unlike some people I focus on my opponent rather than my match. Because the only way to win the match is by putting your opponent down..pshically and mentally if needed. You don't do your research and end up looking stupid. I know I did mine...I still have your secret and I will tell soon. shh Mandy shhh don't push it. Haha. Well seen you soon sweetheart. I hope their parents won't mind what I did to them. It's called "artwork". Chao.

Hugs and Kisses galore
Rebecca Rancid

The scene then closes.

From: <NOBR>

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Sent: 2/28/2005 1:16 PM

P u b l i c S e r v i ce A n n o u n c e m e n t - I'm known for possesing one of the dirtiest minds in the world and I think of the unthinkable which may be included in the following. I can't help it if it's too damn hard on the eyes or mind. I am who I am..can I change that? No..So if you're offended..Good..Cause I STILL DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

//people mentioned//: Mandy Manson, Daizi Darkside
//Roleplay title//: the ol' "you clicked it"
//Contact//: ya know
//my personal message//: have fun

The wind gushes inside causing the curtains to flow foward and revealing the rain outside. A young girl watches the rain holding a pink teddy bear in her hand. She seems a bit scared of all the thunder. She can't really see anything unless lightning hits the ground. She slowly bites her lip waiting for it to roar all over the place again as if she trying to embrace it for what it was..or maybe she was just trying to take it all on faster so it wouldn't hurt. Suddenly lightning strikes again and the girl sees a figure outside. She screams and shuts her window. She runs towards her bed and shuts her eyes hoping that the figure would go away. Outside the window Rebecca Rancid is seen staring into the house. She sees the girl looking at her with such fear in her eyes. Rebecca then walks away from the window. She walks towards the pavement huddling together hoping she won't be cold anymore. All she has on is a pair of dark blue jeans that are ripped at the tight area. A yellow T-shirt with a bunch of quotes written all over them and a black, cotton jacket with fur on the hood. She puts the hood on her head even though her hair is completly wet now. She then continues walking. Rebecca was officially back in BUD. This obviously wasn't her first promotion but she still hadn't set foot into the arena. She needed to take care of a little business for her match and she chose to do it outside in the open. Rebecca stops at a hot dog stand and trys to shelter herself from the rain. She takes out some money from her little blue bag that she's carrying with her and buys a hot dog. She then continues to walk in the rain. She doesn't even bother taking a bite out of it. She just holds it in her hand not even sheilding it from the rain. It's all wet and soggy now..who the fuck would eat that? She then sits down on her toes as a huge dog approaches her. No it's not any ordinary dog..it's a wolf. The silverish grey dog like creature takes a bite out of the hot dog. She then looks up at the camera and begins to speak. For her first time back she is psychically visible on camera.

Rebecca: Mandy Mandy Mandy..you really need to get your facts straight..darkness? No more like light. The last thing i'll ever be is dark..I'm more into the light. I don't hide myself in dark corners and bleed my wrists like Daizi. I've taken a look at her little biography and I found out she was "raped" by her step father with him claiming that he only married her mother to get close to her. Like you and me Daizi was a nice little flower girl who's life suddenly took a wrong turn..but I stand out from the two of you..it didn't take no "man" to change me...I was what I was from the start..I just began to realize it later. About your pathetic little comments on having no need of a history to know about..I side that. I don't really care that much about your past..but unfortunatley..I just have to..

The wolf takes another bite of the hot dog..Rebecca looks down at it and smiles.

Rebecca: As I was saying..I have to know that Mandy..It made you sweetie. Don't you think it could break you aswell? Look at it this way. What if I completely wiped your memories out..would you still be the "person" you claim yourself to be? No..you'd be that happy little pathetic girl that everyone else wishes they were. I'm only refering to your past because I want to test you..can I break you Mandy? Yes or no? I bet you the answer you would give me would definatley be a no..but maybe just maybe it might hurt your feelings deep inside. You might not cry on the outside but the tears will soon fall on the inside.

Rebecca throws the hot dog on the floor. The wolf completley swallows the rest of it. She then pets it on the head as it chews on the meat. It then starts to sniff her. It's wagging tail stops and is now down as it leaves the premises. Rebecca continues to walk seeing as it has stop raining. She then turns towards the cameras and speaks again.

Rebecca: Just like that not so innocent but still a bit little wolf, Mandy. You take anything I gave you. You never know..maybe that hot dog was poison.. I just got it..but don't you just wonder if I got it poisened aswell? You just never know what's coming for you sweetheart. You take in any input I give you. Any kind of hints I give you about myself. I write you a letter in blood making you believe I was gothic..but to tell you the truth..*whisper* I'm not. *no whisper* I'm just me. I might be a considered a witch by a few people but i'm far away from gothic..what do I consider myself? Hmm lets see..nothign really. I don't follow any trends..I make them.

Rebecca then enters a huge building in front of her. She then steps into the elevator and it closes. The cameras get a shot of the elevator opening on the 16th floor. Rebecca gets out of the elevator and enters this room. She sees a bunch of people tied up and some minding their own business. A young woman walks over to Rebecca Rancid with a big smile on her face.

Woman: Hi..Have you ever seen purple aliens?..they landed on my head and told me to free the mo...

Rebecca pulls the woman by her hair and brings her close into the camera. She then looks into the camera with a dirty smile on her face.

Rebecca: This girl..she reminds me of you Mandy Manson..I really wouldn't know but you were supposidley crazy like this..no? I could totally see you in her shoes asking stupid questions, getting out of control and crying for absolutley no reason at all...but whats more funny is that you were faking it. I would laugh my ass out if you were. C'mon girl..It's a little too obvious. You couldn't stand your parents and just had to get away from them didn't you? So you decided to fake being crazy and get put in a mental institute just so you wouldn't have to see their ugly faces again. Thats heart breaking..but true. There you go..thats the secret I kept bragging about..thats the secret you never dared to question knowing that it would be out in the open for someone else to judge. Well..now that it is..

Rebecca pushes the crazy lady away from her against the wall.

Rebecca: Quite interesting..no? I'm sorry if you think i'm being a bitch..I'm just trying to get my point across. Yeah you can call me a failure all you want. I mean I did loose to Gypsy..twice..twice not once..the second time wasn't really all on me..but I still lost. Unfortunatley on your part..I did learn something from her. You have to break your opponent down mentally before you break them down psycially. Have a nice day Mandy..I'll see you tonight since I'm pretty sure Daizi won't be dragging her ass into that ring.

Rebecca then waves and walks off as the cameras blacken out.

D i z z c l a i m e r - this layout was made by girl.in.the.mirror only for the use of myself and no one else. The only reason you would steal this layout is if you had a death wish and I bet you don't want to die at such a young age do you? So don't touch it. Also you can't request one like this from someone else because I will come there not only get your ass into deeeeep shit but the sick fuck who made it for you will rot in peices. Don't ask me to make you one because I don't make layouts for anyone but my closest freinds. Bottom line GO FUCK YOURSELF!

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