Post by Scarlett Rose on Apr 22, 2008 3:06:12 GMT -4
Scarlett was angry. Angry at the people she involved herself with, angry with people who watched her, and even more angry with herself. When one's feeling three different kinds of angry, well...things aren't going to go to well. As soon as the once Sean O'Haire theme hit the arena, the arena immediately disrupted into disproving hollers, and subsequent boos. They had a reason too, two in fact. The very public break up with her girlfriend, and her non-merciful coldness to her tag team partner, but who was she to blame? Both were complete idiots that night, and Scarlett just wasn't feeling it anymore. Fueled by jealously? Perhaps. Not wanting to deal with people who were going to cry after ONE freaking lost? Of course. Crying when you're the heel team, pssh. Getting emotionally upset because your girlfriend was cheating on you? Her loss.
Now standing in the middle ring, the crowd still feeding her heat, she gestured for the music to die down, and the crew obeyed, the dangerous crowd becoming more louder by the second. Scarlett then tapped her foot as she waited for a microphone to be placed her hand. Staff was just so slow these days. "Well," she began, the crowd suddenly settling down, "I suppose I pretty much made a bitch of things, haven't I?" In unison, the crowd screams "yes," Scarlett making a haughty facial expression, and taking the tone, "Lovely, tonight shall be fun then, crowd participation is always a plus, and just makes things that more exciting, but playing with all of you isn't the only thing on my agenda tonight, because you see..." She pauses as she looks depressingly down, "I'm horribly, and miserably depressed. Last week was just...the worst week a girl could ask for. First, I find that Jennifer was cheating on me, using me like a some type of feelings experiment. You either have feelings for someone or you don't. Kissing someone when you've agreed to allow the moment to build up beforehand, is just...just...just so thrown under the bus. Then, my poor excuse for a tag team partner decides to cry after a single loss. A single loss. Yes, yes, I understand that she just recently had a child, but if you're that concerned, and having such mood swings, then perhaps she should have done what basically every mother does after giving birth to her child; take the next six months off until you're ready to face reality." Upon that last note, Scarlett went from sounding depressed, to sounding down right tired of it. What she said was true. If Lauren wasn't ready for it, then why was she even here? If Jennifer was questioning her feelings regarding Scarlett, then why couldn't they do privately? "So, I suppose you can say I'm a little pissed off when it comes to people promising me certain things, only to completely go off on a different tangent a day or so later. But enough of my complaining, I'm out here for a match. A singles match. Triple threats just aren't on my radar at the moment, and fatal-four ways? Please spare me. I need someone to physically vent my anger towards, and Scarlett doesn't lose when she's absolutely determined, isn't that right my audience?" The continue to hate her as Scarlett merely shrugs, "If you will please?" She then takes an inviting gesture as the lights begin to flicker in the arena identifying the arrival of...
Now standing in the middle ring, the crowd still feeding her heat, she gestured for the music to die down, and the crew obeyed, the dangerous crowd becoming more louder by the second. Scarlett then tapped her foot as she waited for a microphone to be placed her hand. Staff was just so slow these days. "Well," she began, the crowd suddenly settling down, "I suppose I pretty much made a bitch of things, haven't I?" In unison, the crowd screams "yes," Scarlett making a haughty facial expression, and taking the tone, "Lovely, tonight shall be fun then, crowd participation is always a plus, and just makes things that more exciting, but playing with all of you isn't the only thing on my agenda tonight, because you see..." She pauses as she looks depressingly down, "I'm horribly, and miserably depressed. Last week was just...the worst week a girl could ask for. First, I find that Jennifer was cheating on me, using me like a some type of feelings experiment. You either have feelings for someone or you don't. Kissing someone when you've agreed to allow the moment to build up beforehand, is just...just...just so thrown under the bus. Then, my poor excuse for a tag team partner decides to cry after a single loss. A single loss. Yes, yes, I understand that she just recently had a child, but if you're that concerned, and having such mood swings, then perhaps she should have done what basically every mother does after giving birth to her child; take the next six months off until you're ready to face reality." Upon that last note, Scarlett went from sounding depressed, to sounding down right tired of it. What she said was true. If Lauren wasn't ready for it, then why was she even here? If Jennifer was questioning her feelings regarding Scarlett, then why couldn't they do privately? "So, I suppose you can say I'm a little pissed off when it comes to people promising me certain things, only to completely go off on a different tangent a day or so later. But enough of my complaining, I'm out here for a match. A singles match. Triple threats just aren't on my radar at the moment, and fatal-four ways? Please spare me. I need someone to physically vent my anger towards, and Scarlett doesn't lose when she's absolutely determined, isn't that right my audience?" The continue to hate her as Scarlett merely shrugs, "If you will please?" She then takes an inviting gesture as the lights begin to flicker in the arena identifying the arrival of...