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Lifestyles of the Poor and Useless; Sarah-Robin Tourney RP #2
Topic Started: Nov 10 2011, 07:55 PM (47 Views)
Sarah Twilight
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Mistress of Mischief
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(Our scene opens to what appears to be a small theater type room in an undisclosed location. It is dimly lit, and a smaller sized motion picture projector faces a blank screen. In the darkness we see the silhouette of a hand switch on the projector. The click is heard, and a few moments later, a small light is turned on to the left of the projector. We see FIW's newest star, Sarah Twilight with one of the most devilish smirks on her face. She sarcastically waves at the camera and then places something into the projector)

Sarah: Good evening, and welcome to tonight's program. Lifestyles of the Poor and Useless! We have our very un-special guest tonight, Roberto Sanchez. I know this is very disappointing, as no one wants to see someone who doesn't matter such as Sanchez get air time, but even worthless, bottom feeding, talentless hacks need to have their opinion...or in Roberto's case, excuses heard.

(Sarah smirks as she removes a few cue cards from her pocket, she adjusts the focus on the projector and presses play. We see Roberto Sanchez, obviously from his own pre-recorded interviews at some point, he is sitting as Sarah begins with her questions for this mock interview.)

Sarah: Hey there Hombre. Looking worthless as usual.


Sanchez: You’re trying to go straight for the jugular already aren’t you?

Sarah:(smirks) At least you know that much. So Sanchez, how do you feel knowing that you will be heading into Revolt for another match that you are going to choke on?

Sanchez: I’ve given my full effort every time however so far it just hasn’t been enough.

Sarah: Ah so you agree that you don't deserve to be in the ring with me. But I mean Sanchez, I know you suck, but you shouldn't be so hard on yourself. I mean you're better than someone like....T-Bird....barely, but better.

(Roberto shakes his head.)

(Sarah amuses herself by rewinding and playing that piece a few times before continuing)

Sarah: What was your first reaction when you realized Roberto, that you are heading into Revolt to be humbled at my feet and made an example of?

Sanchez: I have everything to lose in this match.

Sarah: I can understand that Sanchez. I mean, you realize that you have been placed in a match against The ONLY one who Matters in FIW and it scares the shit out of you.

Sanchez: I know you have over a decade in training and experience compared to my few years.

Sarah:(laughs) At least you're honest about it.

Sanchez: What can I really say about Sarah? She proved herself for this tournament by eliminating two men in one night and forcing them both to submit.

(Sarah pauses the video, rewinding this and playing it again, reveling once more in her own glory)

Sarah: Well thank you Roberto. It's good to see someone giving me the proper reverence I deserve. You know Sanchez, maybe you aren't as worthless as I thought. Maybe I misjudged you. You know who matters in this business. You know exactly what is going to happen to you come Sunday..

(She un-pauses the video recording)

Sanchez: Just I hope for Sarah’s own sake she isn’t going to try to look past me already. Because if she walks in to this thinking she has this one locked in just because of my past failings then she’s already got this one lost.

Sarah: (laughs) Alright hombre, you had me thinking you were "okay" for a minute, but You beating me? Yep, I was right, you are worthless and stupid.

(Sarah pauses the video again and starts laughing hysterically. She adjusts the tape once more and begins fast forwarding it a bit as she prepares to continue.. She gets to her desired point in the video and resumes)

Sarah: Alright Roberto, well here is what you didn't know. I am currently in Nashville. That's right, I hopped a flight this morning and made sure I got here. I have a....very interesting reason for being here today.

(Roberto balls up his fist just inches away from his head.)

Sarah: Yes Sanchez, we are going to give a guided tour of your home town! Your house, your hangouts. consider it a favor, I mean when else would you ever get so much attention that you don't even deserve? Of course, I wanted to make sure it was alright with you first...(she smirks)...I mean, I don't know how you'd react to such up close attention.

Sanchez: I am completely disappointed in myself for failing.

Sarah: What else is new? Like I care. (She grins evilly)

(Sarah laughs as she clicks off the projector, the video screen goes black, after a few moments in the dim light, an actual overhead light is switched on. Sarah makes her way to the right side of the small room and opens the door leading outside. It is broad daylight outside in the center of downtown Nashville, Tennessee. A luxury car awaits her at the curb. She swaggers towards the vehicle as the driver opens the door for her. Inside, there is a mini bar, and personalized air conditioning.)

Driver: Where to madam?

Sarah: Our first stop......Willy's Gym...corner of Young and Finch.

(Sarah relaxes back as they take off, heading for their destination. She turns on the CD player overhead and begins humming along to some Evanescence, tapping her nails along the panel of the door interior in rhythm to the song. We can see she is dressed comfortably, a pair of dark blue denim jeans, and a black halter top, covered over with a leather vest. She has on a pair of high heeled boots and of course, wears a silver pentacle charm around her neck. The ride continues on for about three and a half songs through the CD when finally they arrive)

Driver: We are here madam.

(The driver exits the vehicle and opens the door for Sarah, she steps out and takes a look at the Gym. A very old, rusty looking joint. The sign to the place is falling down, and the walls are rotted and worn. She shakes her head in disgust)

Sarah: Figures we'd be on the low class end of things when dealing with Sanchez....

(She steps inside to find that the gym itself is even worse than the outer facade. It has an old weathered boxing ring, with feathered stuffing coming out of the ring post pads. The ring ropes themselves look ready to snap in some places, and the mat is heavily stained with blood, sweat and possibly vomit. She looks around a bit, seeing a man attempting to repair a sparring dummy, she heads over. The man is old, pot bellied and mostly toothless, wearing a bbq stained "Willy's Gym" T-Shirt.)

Sarah: And you must be Willy....

(The man turns around to see the very attractive redhead, he nearly has a heart-attack on the spot)

Willy: M....my word. Why hello there young lady. H....how is it I can help you today aye?

(Sarah smirks)

Sarah: I was looking for the famous "Willy" who runs this gym.

(Willy smiles deeply and wipes his hands with a rag, taken aback that such a beautiful woman would be seeking him)

Willy: That'd be me. Was you looking to get a membership fer yerself?

Sarah:(chuckles) Oh no. I was actually looking for one of your members....Roberto Sanchez?

(Willy sighs)

Willy: Oh yes Berto. Hard headed bull I tell ya.

Sarah: So he is a member here then? Is this where all of Nashville's "celebrities" work out?

(Willy laughs)

Willy: Oh no Miss. They all head down to Arena Fitness, the facilities o'er yonder are....well somewhat newer and more updated than what I can provide.

Sarah: (smirking devilishly) Does "Berto" have some long history here? Is that why he comes here instead?

Willy: Nah, he comes here because I cash his welfare checks for him, he works out long enough for those wrasslin cameras to see and then he head's down to McGee's Tavern to get himself drunk.

Sarah: Drunk huh? Religious my ass! (She whispers to herself)


(Sarah is smiling ear to ear)

Sarah: Welfare checks you say? Is that right?

Willy: He's been getting them for years. I mean, we'll leave this between you an' me. But the boy knows he ain't ever gonna make any real money in that wrasslin business, he just ain't good enough.

Sarah: (winks) Oh don't worry....no one else will find out.

(Sarah looks around some more at the decrepit work out hall and shakes her head, enjoying every moment of exposing Sanchez for a worthless nobody)

Sarah: Well Willy, I'll be on my way. The information was MUCH appreciated.

Willy: Anytime Miss...oh and if you see Berto, he still owes me $75 for a new floor mat!

Sarah: Oh?

Willy: Yeah, dumb bastard came in here drunk bout three months ago, passed out and pissed himself....ruined the only new mat I had in here!

(Sarah begins laughing hard as she shakes her head and exits the gym, heading back out to her awaiting luxury car)

Driver: Welcome back madam. Shall we be going back to the airport?

Sarah: Nope, we have a few more stops to make. (cackles evily)

(The driver again gets the door for her and they prepare for their next destination)

Sarah: We are going to Roberto Sanchez's home....@#$@%$&&^$*%*%*%** got it?

(The location of Sanchez's physical address is censored out as she says it)

Driver: Yes madam, on our way.

(Sarah resumes her Evanescence CD and again begins tapping her nails to the rhythm of the songs as she hums along. She casually glances out of the window here and there as they head to the home of Roberto Sanchez. When the finally arrive, Sarah's eyes look like a kid in a candy store and she doesn't wait for the driver to get out and open the door for her, she hops right out of the vehicle as it stops and she starts laughing LOUDLY)

Sarah: This is fucking GREAT!

(Our cameras shift to show Sanchez's home in shambles. Overgrown garden weeds litter his front yard, many shingles have fallen off the roof. The paint is chipped and faded, he has a ten dollar value grill sitting near the porch with the missing step, and his four foot deep kiddie pool is brown, murky and covered with algae so badly it looks like moss. His front door is busted and crooked, and all of the windows are covered with plywood. Sarah opens the rusted gate, and a loud creaking squeal is heard. She finds a very small path leading throw the jungle of weeds up to the front porch of the one story, shack of a house.)

Sarah: Now I've seen it all. Damn "Berto", no wonder you're on welfare.

(Sarah pushes open the front door, instead of swinging open, it falls back into the house with a THUD, a few rats are seen scurrying away. Sarah steps inside the grimy residence and looks around)

Sarah: Anyone Home? Oh Berto.....guess who?!!!

(Her calling out is not answered, She makes her way through the small home, as soon as she is in far enough she can see the floors are littered with empty cans of VERY cheap light beer. There are a few issues of "Today's Woman, and Cosmopolitan" magazines on a makeshift coffee table. Sarah looks down at them and smirks heavily. There is a television set from something out of the 1950's hooked up to a set of rabbit ear anttenaes, and a dirty brown sofa from the 1970's sits across from it, stained with beer, pizza cheese and who knows what else. On the wall are pictures of Roberto Sanchez in various places, some with Mad Dawg, others with even more useless people...perhaps his family. But ALL with a very useless looking Sanchez.)

Sarah: Cute magazines you have....really I must say you make scrub look so....scrub.

(Sarah moves along, entering the kitchen, it is just as filthy, the table lined with empty beer cans, and half eaten, months old chinese food cartons, circling with flies and crawling with maggots. The refrigerator itself appeared to be the only thing in the entire house that was somewhat clean, and new. Sarah opens the fridge, to find no food, no groceries at all, just 3 cans of cheap beer. She closes the fridge and smirks.)

Sarah: Yep, "Everything to Lose" alright. Damn you are even more pathetic than I thought. Bravo Berto, you've managed to top the list of worthless! You should be proud of yourself!

(Sarah is about to leave the home when she passes a door on the left, and something catches her attention. She stops, and backs up, having a second look)

Sarah: What in the.....

(Sarah pushes the door open and our cameras can see we are looking into Sanchez's bathroom, inside there is a curling iron, a hair dryer, feminine deodorant, feminine shampoo. Pink shower curtains, pink fluffy toilet seat cover and rug. And a vibrator. Sarah covers her mouth from the uncontrollable laughter she is about to experience and she quickly navigates her way back through the garbage filled home, back over the fallen door, through the jungle of weeds and back to her luxury car)

Sarah: What a fairy. But damn I need about ten showers after even being in that toxic dump. Alright, we have one more stop....we'll find Sanchez one way or another.

(Sarah gets back into the car and the driver prepares to set on course again. Sarah stretches out and relaxes as she calls up to the driver)

Sarah: McGee's Tavern....over on Church street. I bet that where that jackass is.

Driver: Certainly madam. On our way.

(Sarah finishes listening to her Evanescence CD for the duration of the ride, when they arrive, we see a corner pub, looking the type that old, depressing, worthless men hang out. There was no life to the place. The Corona sign displayed on it's window flickered, and the tavern itself looks like it had been there since Nashville was built. Sarah shakes her head in disgust once more but heads inside anyway. There were a total of 3 patrons inside, one passed out at the far end of the old mahogany bar. One repeatedly flipping through an old time jukebox, but never actually playing any music, he just went through the list of the three entire songs the jukebox could play as if they would somehow change. The other, was playing a game of pool against himself, using a broken broomstick as a pool cue and shooting at a cracked cue ball. The bartender, leaned on the counter with his face in his hands, obviously bored, or maybe he'd been there since the bar first opened some two hundred years ago. Sarah walks over to the bar and looks to the tender)

Sarah: Ahem...

(The bartender looks up from his daze and almost shits himself that he has a new customer...a female one at that!)

Bartender: Yes ma'am, what can I get for ye?

Sarah: Get me a shot of Christian Brothers, and answer a question for me.

Bartender: Shot's comin' right up, an' I'll see what I can do about yer question.

(He gets a large shot glass from the row of glasses and takes the bottle of expensive brandy and pours a healthy serving of it, she takes the glass in her slender hands and has a sip, setting it down she looks at the tender)

Bartender: So what is it I can help ye with?

Sarah: Roberto Sanchez...you know him?

(The bartender looks at her and turns away)

Bartender: We don't discuss his kind in here any longer.

Sarah: ...His kind?

Bartender: The tab running, always short, always cheap ones who like to cause trouble.

Sarah: Oh?

Bartender: That bastard owes me one hundred and thirty six dollars, and he doesn't get another damn drink in here until I get it!

Sarah: (smirks) Just hit him up when he gets his welfare check.

Bartender: He was in here earlier, had his damn check. Paid for the beers he had today, but when it came time for the tab he took off!

Sarah: Know where I can find him?

Bartender: He's probably down at the stripper joint....always heads out there after he gets canned here.

Sarah: And where can I find this "stripper joint?"

Bartender: The Black Eagle....can't miss the damn place.

Sarah: And why is that?

Bartender: Well, for starters...the big gay men in biker uniforms.

Sarah: This place...is homosexual? Looks like someone needs to pray for their own soul. (smirks)

Bartender: Of course it is.....don't tell me ya didn't know Sanchez was a flamer?

Sarah: (laughs a bit) I...well I've had my suspicions....but I think I'll pass. Reject ain't worth it anyway.

(Sarah finishes her brandy and sets the glass down, she heads towards the door, without ever paying for her drink, and she notices a large sign posted on the wall near the door. It reads "DO NOT ACCEPT CHECKS FROM THIS MAN!!!!" above a picture of Roberto Sanchez. Sarah smirks as she heads back out to her waiting ride. She gets inside, closing the door, and she looks into the camera a final time)

Sarah: Sanchez....you see, your life, much like your career is a fucking joke. The places you hang, the home you live in...it all reflects exactly what everyone knows already....you are a SECOND RATE hack job who is the reason for his own misfortune and all you will EVER be good at is placing blame and making excuses for your own FAILURES! When Revolt is over with, you'll have just another broken attempt at stardom to add to your mediocre and meaningless life. Let it ALL sink in "Berto", let it ALL hit you. You, no matter how worthless can actually achieve something on Sunday....you can tell your fucked up little grand babies one day that their grandfather actually had ONE NIGHT..that meant something in his life....he actually had ONE THING that he could BRAG about. You can look your grand kids in the eyes when you're a seventy year old misguided, homosexual drunk, black panthers wannabe, who thinks he's preaching God to the oppressed, and tell them, that you actually had the HONOR of having your ASS HANDED to you by SARAH TWILIGHT! You can tell them that you actually were graced with the presence of THE ONLY ONE WHO MATTERS! So get used to it Sanchez, because the ONLY highlights your career will EVER have, will be the names of the IMPORTANT ones who have KICKED YOUR ASS!!!!

(Sarah laughs as the driver puts the car in gear and tips up his hat)

Driver: To the airport madam?

Sarah: Yes, it's about time we got out of this shit-hole.

(The car zooms off as our scene fades to black)
Mistress of Mischief


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