Post by Sylver Morrigan on May 24, 2008 21:44:26 GMT -6
The scene opens on a pool, the sun shining hotly, the air thick and humid. Stupid fucking bugs flying all over the place in their rush to mate and meet their untimely demise on the front bumper of a car. Damn it.
Thankfully, there are no insects around this pool, which is encased by a screen. A grey cat lounges on a patio chair, basking in the sun, and a shimmeringly wet Sylver Morrigan is languidly lounging in the pool, a cigarette dangling from her lips and dark sunglasses shading her eyes. A pink bandana covers her hair, and New Found Glory is playing from a pair of speakers on the patio table.
Morrigan leans back in the sun, stretching her neck, and spreads her arms across the side of the pool. A sigh escapes from her as the ash from her cigarette falls in the pool. She smoothly pulls herself out of the pool and gets to her feet. Dripping wet, wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, she heads toward the table, dumping her smoke in the ashtray, and grabs a towel, wrapping it around her torso.
Guess I'll be in the ring again within a few days... I know I'm physically ready, but what will happen when people see me? They probably all know what happened by now... my husband leaving me like he did. Thank gods, it looks like the only people that will actually remember me are Hampton and Dudley....
...at least, those are the only two names on the roster I recognize. That could be due to the amount of cocaine that went up my nose in those days. Won't they be surprised to see what's become of old Sylver Morrigan!
Morrigan drops down onto a chair in the shade, removing the bandana to reveal lustrous chestnut and bright pink hair, pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She tosses the sunglasses down, grabs another cigarette, and takes a deep drag.
Or will they be surprised? Why would they be aware of what's become of me? Of course, the divorce, they may all know about that.... but my shattered sense of self-worth? The fact that I hate my body and myself more than I have since I was a pudgy 13 year old girl? None of them know it... and maybe they won't have to....
She drums her fingers on the table and crosses her legs, obviously thinking hard. The grey cat stands up, stretches, and jumps down from his chair. He heads towards Morrigan, and climbs onto the chair next to her, and goes right back to sleep. She doesn't even notice.
I can hide it. It doesn't have to be like last time, when my life was this open book for the world to view like the trainwreck it was. The whole wrestling world is about show: I just have to put on a good show. Act like the old Sylver, minus the drugs and partying... I can handle that, can't I?
She stubs out her cigarette and drops her head into her hands, obscuring her green eyes, her hair falling over her face.
But Dudley... can I hide it, can I hide anything from Dudley?
fade to black
Thankfully, there are no insects around this pool, which is encased by a screen. A grey cat lounges on a patio chair, basking in the sun, and a shimmeringly wet Sylver Morrigan is languidly lounging in the pool, a cigarette dangling from her lips and dark sunglasses shading her eyes. A pink bandana covers her hair, and New Found Glory is playing from a pair of speakers on the patio table.
Morrigan leans back in the sun, stretching her neck, and spreads her arms across the side of the pool. A sigh escapes from her as the ash from her cigarette falls in the pool. She smoothly pulls herself out of the pool and gets to her feet. Dripping wet, wearing a black one-piece swimsuit, she heads toward the table, dumping her smoke in the ashtray, and grabs a towel, wrapping it around her torso.
Guess I'll be in the ring again within a few days... I know I'm physically ready, but what will happen when people see me? They probably all know what happened by now... my husband leaving me like he did. Thank gods, it looks like the only people that will actually remember me are Hampton and Dudley....
...at least, those are the only two names on the roster I recognize. That could be due to the amount of cocaine that went up my nose in those days. Won't they be surprised to see what's become of old Sylver Morrigan!
Morrigan drops down onto a chair in the shade, removing the bandana to reveal lustrous chestnut and bright pink hair, pulled back in a sleek ponytail. She tosses the sunglasses down, grabs another cigarette, and takes a deep drag.
Or will they be surprised? Why would they be aware of what's become of me? Of course, the divorce, they may all know about that.... but my shattered sense of self-worth? The fact that I hate my body and myself more than I have since I was a pudgy 13 year old girl? None of them know it... and maybe they won't have to....
She drums her fingers on the table and crosses her legs, obviously thinking hard. The grey cat stands up, stretches, and jumps down from his chair. He heads towards Morrigan, and climbs onto the chair next to her, and goes right back to sleep. She doesn't even notice.
I can hide it. It doesn't have to be like last time, when my life was this open book for the world to view like the trainwreck it was. The whole wrestling world is about show: I just have to put on a good show. Act like the old Sylver, minus the drugs and partying... I can handle that, can't I?
She stubs out her cigarette and drops her head into her hands, obscuring her green eyes, her hair falling over her face.
But Dudley... can I hide it, can I hide anything from Dudley?
fade to black