Post by K.I.S.S. on Jul 31, 2015 22:32:12 GMT -6
Ashley Kenyon glances at her phone and just shakes her head. This was the fifth time it had gone off in the last hour and always from the same number. As she sets the phone down on the table, her meeting partner, the manager of K.I.S.S. and Arsenal, Nikki Peltier, looks at it in seeming shock.
Nikki Peltier: Was that Bethy?
Ashley nods almost completely nonchalantly.
Ashley Kenyon: Yes…
A look of annoyance crawls across her face as she takes a sip of her decidedly non-adult beverage. Even Nikki had been surprised when she’d asked for straight orange juice for the occasion.
Ashley Kenyon: Again.
Nikki stares at the phone and just shakes her head.
Nikki Peltier: Why aren’t we at that meeting?
Ashley shrugs, drinking more of her juice.
Ashley Kenyon: What good would come of that? What would it matter, Nikki?
Nikki cocks her head, trying not to look too surprised by Ashley’s tone. This wasn’t really a new thought, Ashley had said similar things for a while now and yet, it was still odd to hear them out loud.
Nikki Peltier: It’s your sister, our…
Ashley cuts her off, waving a hand dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: Is she?
Nikki’s eyes go wide with shock at this particular turn of phrase.
Nikki Peltier: Ash!
Ashley almost laughs, scoffing at the shocked outrage in her manager’s voice. This was pretty much was she had both been waiting for and anticipated would happen if she said this out loud like this and Nikki had not disappointed her at all.
Ashley Kenyon: What? You gonna try and tell me it’s really gonna fix everything to just sit down and talk? That everything will change and we’ll be back where we were before? What kind of sunshine and rainbow, ground-up unicorn horn stuff have you been snorting, Nikki?
Nikki stares at Ashley in utter disbelief.
Nikki Peltier: But…
Ashley shakes her head to cut Nikki off.
Ashley Kenyon: Look, I know how this movie goes, ok? I’ve seen it… I don’t know how many times now, lived it more than that and it always ends the same way. One of us is pissed, Bethany does the fucking Rodney King speech, we all hug and sing “Kumbaya” and then the same old shit happens over and over again until one of us takes exception to having to eat more of it than the others and the cycle repeats itself.
Nikki sits there in shocked silence while Ashley finishes off her juice.
Ashley Kenyon: And you know what I noticed about it, Nikki? Through every variation of the details, through every McGuffin, every “new” mistake made for the three hundred and forty-seventh time, nothing ever changes if it’s me that’s pissed off.
Nikki shakes her head, looking slightly disapprovingly at her friend and client.
Nikki Peltier: Ash, that’s not true…
Ashley snorts derisively as if she knew that was coming.
Ashley Kenyon: Isn’t it? All I wanted was to keep doing things together like we always did before but no, Jezzy didn’t wanna do that because she was too busy doing whatever it you do when you stop getting drunk and then start again and Bethy wouldn’t find another way. You guys even started working jobs without me so why exactly should I go call them up and say, “Oh please, wondrous gods of familial bullshit, take me back just to forget i exist except for the five minutes you need me to go pretend to be a whole and then yell at me for how I did it when we’re in the car even though it worked! Please, for the love of God, Mom and everyone else, take me back even though i didn’t do a goddamn thing! Please, you forgive me because somehow it’ll all be my fault that you started going behind my back!” Tell me one reason why I should do that, Nikki!
Completely flabbergasted, Nikki can’t find the words.
Nikki Peltier: Ash…
Ashley raises a hand to cut her off again.
Ashley Kenyon: Save it, Nikki...
Lowering her hand, Ashley glances at the door and shakes her head at the sight of a UWA camera crew loitering outside the front door of the establishment.
Ashley Kenyon: They want a meeting… they can fucking well wait the same way they made me wait!
She stands up and slams down the glass.
Ashley Kenyon: Meeting adjourned!
Turning, she walks away from the table as Nikki sits there in stunned silence. Knowing what’s probably coming next, Ashley braces herself as she walks towards the door. Stepping out the door, the crew springs into action. before they can say anything, Ashley sits her bag on the ground and reaches inside for something large. Standing back up, she glares into the camera, the annoyance evident on her face.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, you want me to talk in public, right?
She nods, holding her title belt backside out against her midsection.
Ashley Kenyon: Right, why should I bother? Why, because i’m in another match with Vince Jones?
She shrugs, looking almost annoyed at this point.
Ashley Kenyon: Has he spoken publicly yet?
She smiles, shaking her head like she already knew the answer before asking the question.
Ashley Kenyon: Yeah, I didn’t think so because that would mean having to expend effort and God knows that’s too much for Yo Mans because he’s already been crowned, hasn’t he?
Overcome with disgust, she turns and spits on the ground.
Ashley Kenyon: Yeah, why would I be excited about another match with Vince Jones?
She raises up her title belt.
Ashley Kenyon: Been there, beat that, watched it get handed a world title shot it doesn’t deserve! When that so-called bad ass actually gives enough of a shit…
She trails off, shaking her head again, this time in disbelief.
Ashley Kenyon: I mean, it’s amazing, the man has three people around him at all times in the hopes that at least one of them will suck his dick or help him do it himself and you’d think that would be enough for one of them to bother to TRY and hype his matches but no, Yo Man’s too busy learning new and innovative ways to jerk himself off while leaving the single stupidest ho on the planet hanging yet again…
She leans into the camera, nodding forcefully.
Ashley Kenyon: And, yeah, Jasmine, I was talking about you because only somebody completely fuckjing retarded would look at Vince and think, this walking pile of bullshit stereotypes actually gives a damn about any of you! You’re never gonna be number one with him, hell, you’re never gonna be number three because he, his cock and his money are always gonna come before you…
She steps back, practically looking like she wants to vomit from her level of disgust.
Ashley Kenyon: A fact I believe you’ve stated publicly before when you mention you don’t even get decent sex out of this relationship. He doesn’t give a damn about you, his stupid ass, coattail-riding, hanger-on, gravy train stoner he calls a brother or that fuckiing leech of an agent that only seems to be upset when he thinks Yo Man’s cost him money again. Ride or Die my ass!
She looks away, almost ready to punch something.
Ashley Kenyon: He and Cole Hunter… as a team…
She can’t help but spit again to stop from throwing up.
Ashley Kenyon: One guy who won’t give a shit until it’s show time and another who seems to enjoy putting one on for everybody…
She shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: I guess they average out to something…
She starts back, obviously done talking.
Ashley Kenyon: Good enough?
Before the cameraman can answer, she turns, grabs her bag off the ground and storms off leaving him standing there holding his camera.
Nikki Peltier: Was that Bethy?
Ashley nods almost completely nonchalantly.
Ashley Kenyon: Yes…
A look of annoyance crawls across her face as she takes a sip of her decidedly non-adult beverage. Even Nikki had been surprised when she’d asked for straight orange juice for the occasion.
Ashley Kenyon: Again.
Nikki stares at the phone and just shakes her head.
Nikki Peltier: Why aren’t we at that meeting?
Ashley shrugs, drinking more of her juice.
Ashley Kenyon: What good would come of that? What would it matter, Nikki?
Nikki cocks her head, trying not to look too surprised by Ashley’s tone. This wasn’t really a new thought, Ashley had said similar things for a while now and yet, it was still odd to hear them out loud.
Nikki Peltier: It’s your sister, our…
Ashley cuts her off, waving a hand dismissively.
Ashley Kenyon: Is she?
Nikki’s eyes go wide with shock at this particular turn of phrase.
Nikki Peltier: Ash!
Ashley almost laughs, scoffing at the shocked outrage in her manager’s voice. This was pretty much was she had both been waiting for and anticipated would happen if she said this out loud like this and Nikki had not disappointed her at all.
Ashley Kenyon: What? You gonna try and tell me it’s really gonna fix everything to just sit down and talk? That everything will change and we’ll be back where we were before? What kind of sunshine and rainbow, ground-up unicorn horn stuff have you been snorting, Nikki?
Nikki stares at Ashley in utter disbelief.
Nikki Peltier: But…
Ashley shakes her head to cut Nikki off.
Ashley Kenyon: Look, I know how this movie goes, ok? I’ve seen it… I don’t know how many times now, lived it more than that and it always ends the same way. One of us is pissed, Bethany does the fucking Rodney King speech, we all hug and sing “Kumbaya” and then the same old shit happens over and over again until one of us takes exception to having to eat more of it than the others and the cycle repeats itself.
Nikki sits there in shocked silence while Ashley finishes off her juice.
Ashley Kenyon: And you know what I noticed about it, Nikki? Through every variation of the details, through every McGuffin, every “new” mistake made for the three hundred and forty-seventh time, nothing ever changes if it’s me that’s pissed off.
Nikki shakes her head, looking slightly disapprovingly at her friend and client.
Nikki Peltier: Ash, that’s not true…
Ashley snorts derisively as if she knew that was coming.
Ashley Kenyon: Isn’t it? All I wanted was to keep doing things together like we always did before but no, Jezzy didn’t wanna do that because she was too busy doing whatever it you do when you stop getting drunk and then start again and Bethy wouldn’t find another way. You guys even started working jobs without me so why exactly should I go call them up and say, “Oh please, wondrous gods of familial bullshit, take me back just to forget i exist except for the five minutes you need me to go pretend to be a whole and then yell at me for how I did it when we’re in the car even though it worked! Please, for the love of God, Mom and everyone else, take me back even though i didn’t do a goddamn thing! Please, you forgive me because somehow it’ll all be my fault that you started going behind my back!” Tell me one reason why I should do that, Nikki!
Completely flabbergasted, Nikki can’t find the words.
Nikki Peltier: Ash…
Ashley raises a hand to cut her off again.
Ashley Kenyon: Save it, Nikki...
Lowering her hand, Ashley glances at the door and shakes her head at the sight of a UWA camera crew loitering outside the front door of the establishment.
Ashley Kenyon: They want a meeting… they can fucking well wait the same way they made me wait!
She stands up and slams down the glass.
Ashley Kenyon: Meeting adjourned!
Turning, she walks away from the table as Nikki sits there in stunned silence. Knowing what’s probably coming next, Ashley braces herself as she walks towards the door. Stepping out the door, the crew springs into action. before they can say anything, Ashley sits her bag on the ground and reaches inside for something large. Standing back up, she glares into the camera, the annoyance evident on her face.
Ashley Kenyon: Oh, you want me to talk in public, right?
She nods, holding her title belt backside out against her midsection.
Ashley Kenyon: Right, why should I bother? Why, because i’m in another match with Vince Jones?
She shrugs, looking almost annoyed at this point.
Ashley Kenyon: Has he spoken publicly yet?
She smiles, shaking her head like she already knew the answer before asking the question.
Ashley Kenyon: Yeah, I didn’t think so because that would mean having to expend effort and God knows that’s too much for Yo Mans because he’s already been crowned, hasn’t he?
Overcome with disgust, she turns and spits on the ground.
Ashley Kenyon: Yeah, why would I be excited about another match with Vince Jones?
She raises up her title belt.
Ashley Kenyon: Been there, beat that, watched it get handed a world title shot it doesn’t deserve! When that so-called bad ass actually gives enough of a shit…
She trails off, shaking her head again, this time in disbelief.
Ashley Kenyon: I mean, it’s amazing, the man has three people around him at all times in the hopes that at least one of them will suck his dick or help him do it himself and you’d think that would be enough for one of them to bother to TRY and hype his matches but no, Yo Man’s too busy learning new and innovative ways to jerk himself off while leaving the single stupidest ho on the planet hanging yet again…
She leans into the camera, nodding forcefully.
Ashley Kenyon: And, yeah, Jasmine, I was talking about you because only somebody completely fuckjing retarded would look at Vince and think, this walking pile of bullshit stereotypes actually gives a damn about any of you! You’re never gonna be number one with him, hell, you’re never gonna be number three because he, his cock and his money are always gonna come before you…
She steps back, practically looking like she wants to vomit from her level of disgust.
Ashley Kenyon: A fact I believe you’ve stated publicly before when you mention you don’t even get decent sex out of this relationship. He doesn’t give a damn about you, his stupid ass, coattail-riding, hanger-on, gravy train stoner he calls a brother or that fuckiing leech of an agent that only seems to be upset when he thinks Yo Man’s cost him money again. Ride or Die my ass!
She looks away, almost ready to punch something.
Ashley Kenyon: He and Cole Hunter… as a team…
She can’t help but spit again to stop from throwing up.
Ashley Kenyon: One guy who won’t give a shit until it’s show time and another who seems to enjoy putting one on for everybody…
She shrugs.
Ashley Kenyon: I guess they average out to something…
She starts back, obviously done talking.
Ashley Kenyon: Good enough?
Before the cameraman can answer, she turns, grabs her bag off the ground and storms off leaving him standing there holding his camera.
