Post by The Pack on Nov 19, 2010 2:56:38 GMT -4
The scene opens on the outside of Amber’s house, where she’s seen walking from the driveway all the way to the front door. She shuffles around her pocket until she finally finds the keys to the house and flings the door open. It’s stopped by the end of a couch that’s intentionally placed there; Amber lifts her baggage and brings it into the living room. As she sits on the recliner that’s positioned a couple of feet from the doorway, she seems to soak in the quiet surroundings. It’s been nearly a month since she kicked Hanna out of the house, it sure didn’t feel that way. That entire month has felt like hell because of fighting with her own conscience.
Was she doing the right thing by deciding it was time to move on? After all, this same girl had become a sister figure to her at some point. The line between professional and personal had been blurred; she initially felt it was right because of making her school look bad. When she chose to throw a temper tantrum over Angel Lee and Anita Taylor being ejected, she was caught in a crossroads. Either fire her for being a bad example to the students or risk being called a hypocrite. Either way, it was hard to adjust to these surroundings because she hadn’t lived alone in a very long time. This girl lived with her for the past eight years, now she wanted to make sure that depression went away.
She reluctantly gets up and walks towards the kitchen area going to grab the cordless phone. She searches through the stored directory and goes over to Hanna’s cell phone number. She clicks it and waits impatiently for her to answer. You can tell she looks rather nervous hoping she won’t be overly pissed off. From what we get to hear on speakerphone, she greets her a couple of times on the other end with Amber still frozen in her tracks. The last couple of times sounding even more annoyed, probably thinking its some form of prank call.
Amber: Hey, I wanted to check up on you. How’s things going?
She replies dripping with sarcasm in each word, which causes Amber to swallow a lump in her throat.
Hanna: Gee, what do you think, teach? I’m doing just swell here back home with people that hate my guts. This is worse than committing suicide.
Amber: I’m sorry, but try to place yourself in my shoes. After months of preaching honor and tradition, what are people going to think when they see you think of yourself more than the team? After all, this whole deal was supposed to be a joint effort. Every time I wanted to train for this, you were nowhere to be found. When I made that decision, it was after countless times of trying to reach you.
A loud sigh is heard on the other side, her voice still sounding annoyed.
Hanna: It’s always about you, isn’t it, teach? I think Trent said it best when he told the world that it’s always about keeping your image clean. What about the several sleepless nights hoping you would come home? I’m not just your tag team partner; I was like your damn SISTER. You treated me like crap, Amber. Drastic changes would definitely have to happen in order for me to even consider you as a friend once again. I’m tired of all these mood swings, it’s worse than having to put up with my own mom’s menopause shit.
Amber: Don’t act like the victim. You know damn well how much this business has meant to me. You even agreed to come back during a time where I was part owner of R.C.W. We were two weeks away from reclaiming our belts and you wouldn’t talk to me.
By this time, we see Amber pacing around the kitchen trying to gather her thoughts.
Hanna: I don’t buy that excuse, Amber. You even accepted that offer to manage Southern Blood when you knew damn well that we weren’t spending enough time together. You risked an eight-year partnership for a damn sport. Is that how little we meant to you?
Amber: That same “sport” happens to be my life and you know that. I’ve been working in and out of it ever since I was fifteen years old. Very little people stick to something that long unless they’re really passionate about it. That same sport is what brought us together, because we met in that same ring. We were tag team partners at both levels and it never bothered you during that time.
Hanna: That’s what you think. While you were in your insane travel schedule, I would worry about you. There was a point where this sport was my life, but things change. I did it as a way to vent out my frustrations, to get away from home. What’s the point if each time I see that ring I burst into tears? You don’t understand how much of an impact you had on me. I looked up to you as the equivalent of a sister and then you pull this stunt. I have nowhere else to go; I would rather die than live in this piece of shit.
She goes to sit on the white counter next to the dishwasher and sighs.
Amber: It doesn’t look like I have any other choice. I can’t get used to this no matter how hard I try. I haven’t slept a wink this entire month. That recurring nightmare is bringing me to the brink of insanity. If I don’t end this, they may see a side of me that has been locked away for several years. These are the times when I damned well hate being here. Every single act is viewed under a damn microscope. Either way, I’m screwed whether I offend you or I offend them. I bet many people would throw a party if I just disapeared. After all, I’m just a giant fuck up that needs to be eliminated, right?
She scoffs and goes to spit into the kitchen sink. On the other side, we hear Hanna chuckling at Amber’s tantrum, sounding condescending.
Hanna: You chose this lifestyle, no one placed a gun to your head. That is the whole reason why me and Trent tried to help. Instead, you chose to act like my grandma and say you don’t need the help. Being stubborn led you to this, Amber. It could have all been avoided by knowing your limit and splitting the load. Luckily, there’s still time to fix it. That is if you actually are willing to listen.
Amber: It doesn’t look like I have any other choice. Apparently, my name means absolutely nothing anymore anyways. I got Barron and Alicia Stone both ripping my name to shreds, people I used to consider FAMILY. I would do anything to get them back on my side but it’s too late. The scars are there and will never be removed.
Amber starts heating up some tea in hopes that it will help calm hER down.
Hanna: Again, that’s what you think. Alicia didn’t just out of the blue choose to betray you. This was during the time where you forced your teachings worse than the Jehovah’s Witnesses. No one is going to worship you by force, Amber. We have the freedom to say we don’t agree and suggest a change. You played dictator and cost you your two closest friends, including your own breakout student. It’s never too late. If you’re honestly sorry about it, then bring me back.
Amber: What about them? I have an image to uphold here. You know how much of a role model I am to this valley. You know how much pride I take in making sure I act honorably in all meanings of the word.
Hanna: Who cares about them? It’s about what you want. You’re taking this honor thing way out of hand, Amber. Honor, if you look it up, has to do with being honest with yourself. Are you being honest by kicking me out? No, you did it because of peer pressure; don’t even try to change it. Your tone of voice confirms that you still regret it. When Alicia trashed you, she had no personal connection to you. Be lucky that we were close at one point and that I have my own set of morals. If I didn’t, I would be suing your ass all the way to the Supreme Court but I’m not that type of person. I’m honest with myself and understand what’s acceptable and what isn’t.
Hanna abruptly pauses expecting Amber to cut her off. Instead, she stays quiet as a stray tear is seen trailing off on her right cheek.
Hanna: Are you still there?
Amber answers with a slight stutter, after hearing that explanation.
Amber: Y-yes, it’s just that… no one had ever taken the time to be honest with me. As I’ve said several times before, it’s so much easier to stone a guy to death rather than taking time to tell him what he did wrong. In all of that time, I was simply trying to show them through example that anything is possible. I didn’t mean to force it down their throat.
Hanna: I’ve known that for a while. You have always let your obsessive-compulsive disorder get the best of you. That’s why I haven’t been as brutal with you. Because I know this happens at least once a year.
Amber: Obsessive-compulsive disorder? What the…
Amber looks on confused while she laughs breaking the atmosphere for the first time.
Hanna: You forget I’m a former Registered Nurse, Amber. That means that when you get into something you like, you end up doing a tad bit too much. Whether it was video games, weight lifting, wrestling, baseball, anything else you’ve always been known for going over the line without knowing it. It’s like if I had this little clock in my mind knowing that it takes a while to sink in.
Amber: I never really noticed that. I also have short term memory, as in it takes me a while to remember anything, even if it was recent. That’s why many felt we were the perfect team at one point. Despite our several fights, you were always the more optimistic half. It was like having a second brain because you would remember stuff I’ve forgotten for a long time.
Hanna: I’m not doing this because of being mean to you, Amber. I did it because I cared about you. Just realize that your actions don’t just affect you. It affects everyone at your surroundings. Practice what you preach, teach.
By her tone of voice, you can tell she’s teasing her. She laughs in response and shakes her head.
Amber: I never said I was perfect. Yeah, it’s definitely a pain having this much responsibility. I just hope this can actually be resolved because I’d really hate to lose you forever.
Hanna: We’ll see… for now, I need some time to move at least a little bit of stuff. Thankfully, I didn’t take everything. Call it a sixth sense, but I knew at some point you’d be back. Just try to settle down, okay? You need some time to think about what’s right for you. Don’t let others control your actions. After all, they will never be able to understand the connection we have. It would be too complicated to explain.
Amber: Right, that’s why I never bother. As long as our actions speak for themselves, who cares about the rest?
Hanna: Right, well I need to get going. Dad’s bugging me to get off; you know how much he hates you.
Amber: Okay, later.
She hangs up and lets out a big a sigh of relief. She sinks into the recliner in the living room wanting nothing more than to take a long rest turning off her cell in the process.
Was she doing the right thing by deciding it was time to move on? After all, this same girl had become a sister figure to her at some point. The line between professional and personal had been blurred; she initially felt it was right because of making her school look bad. When she chose to throw a temper tantrum over Angel Lee and Anita Taylor being ejected, she was caught in a crossroads. Either fire her for being a bad example to the students or risk being called a hypocrite. Either way, it was hard to adjust to these surroundings because she hadn’t lived alone in a very long time. This girl lived with her for the past eight years, now she wanted to make sure that depression went away.
She reluctantly gets up and walks towards the kitchen area going to grab the cordless phone. She searches through the stored directory and goes over to Hanna’s cell phone number. She clicks it and waits impatiently for her to answer. You can tell she looks rather nervous hoping she won’t be overly pissed off. From what we get to hear on speakerphone, she greets her a couple of times on the other end with Amber still frozen in her tracks. The last couple of times sounding even more annoyed, probably thinking its some form of prank call.
Amber: Hey, I wanted to check up on you. How’s things going?
She replies dripping with sarcasm in each word, which causes Amber to swallow a lump in her throat.
Hanna: Gee, what do you think, teach? I’m doing just swell here back home with people that hate my guts. This is worse than committing suicide.
Amber: I’m sorry, but try to place yourself in my shoes. After months of preaching honor and tradition, what are people going to think when they see you think of yourself more than the team? After all, this whole deal was supposed to be a joint effort. Every time I wanted to train for this, you were nowhere to be found. When I made that decision, it was after countless times of trying to reach you.
A loud sigh is heard on the other side, her voice still sounding annoyed.
Hanna: It’s always about you, isn’t it, teach? I think Trent said it best when he told the world that it’s always about keeping your image clean. What about the several sleepless nights hoping you would come home? I’m not just your tag team partner; I was like your damn SISTER. You treated me like crap, Amber. Drastic changes would definitely have to happen in order for me to even consider you as a friend once again. I’m tired of all these mood swings, it’s worse than having to put up with my own mom’s menopause shit.
Amber: Don’t act like the victim. You know damn well how much this business has meant to me. You even agreed to come back during a time where I was part owner of R.C.W. We were two weeks away from reclaiming our belts and you wouldn’t talk to me.
By this time, we see Amber pacing around the kitchen trying to gather her thoughts.
Hanna: I don’t buy that excuse, Amber. You even accepted that offer to manage Southern Blood when you knew damn well that we weren’t spending enough time together. You risked an eight-year partnership for a damn sport. Is that how little we meant to you?
Amber: That same “sport” happens to be my life and you know that. I’ve been working in and out of it ever since I was fifteen years old. Very little people stick to something that long unless they’re really passionate about it. That same sport is what brought us together, because we met in that same ring. We were tag team partners at both levels and it never bothered you during that time.
Hanna: That’s what you think. While you were in your insane travel schedule, I would worry about you. There was a point where this sport was my life, but things change. I did it as a way to vent out my frustrations, to get away from home. What’s the point if each time I see that ring I burst into tears? You don’t understand how much of an impact you had on me. I looked up to you as the equivalent of a sister and then you pull this stunt. I have nowhere else to go; I would rather die than live in this piece of shit.
She goes to sit on the white counter next to the dishwasher and sighs.
Amber: It doesn’t look like I have any other choice. I can’t get used to this no matter how hard I try. I haven’t slept a wink this entire month. That recurring nightmare is bringing me to the brink of insanity. If I don’t end this, they may see a side of me that has been locked away for several years. These are the times when I damned well hate being here. Every single act is viewed under a damn microscope. Either way, I’m screwed whether I offend you or I offend them. I bet many people would throw a party if I just disapeared. After all, I’m just a giant fuck up that needs to be eliminated, right?
She scoffs and goes to spit into the kitchen sink. On the other side, we hear Hanna chuckling at Amber’s tantrum, sounding condescending.
Hanna: You chose this lifestyle, no one placed a gun to your head. That is the whole reason why me and Trent tried to help. Instead, you chose to act like my grandma and say you don’t need the help. Being stubborn led you to this, Amber. It could have all been avoided by knowing your limit and splitting the load. Luckily, there’s still time to fix it. That is if you actually are willing to listen.
Amber: It doesn’t look like I have any other choice. Apparently, my name means absolutely nothing anymore anyways. I got Barron and Alicia Stone both ripping my name to shreds, people I used to consider FAMILY. I would do anything to get them back on my side but it’s too late. The scars are there and will never be removed.
Amber starts heating up some tea in hopes that it will help calm hER down.
Hanna: Again, that’s what you think. Alicia didn’t just out of the blue choose to betray you. This was during the time where you forced your teachings worse than the Jehovah’s Witnesses. No one is going to worship you by force, Amber. We have the freedom to say we don’t agree and suggest a change. You played dictator and cost you your two closest friends, including your own breakout student. It’s never too late. If you’re honestly sorry about it, then bring me back.
Amber: What about them? I have an image to uphold here. You know how much of a role model I am to this valley. You know how much pride I take in making sure I act honorably in all meanings of the word.
Hanna: Who cares about them? It’s about what you want. You’re taking this honor thing way out of hand, Amber. Honor, if you look it up, has to do with being honest with yourself. Are you being honest by kicking me out? No, you did it because of peer pressure; don’t even try to change it. Your tone of voice confirms that you still regret it. When Alicia trashed you, she had no personal connection to you. Be lucky that we were close at one point and that I have my own set of morals. If I didn’t, I would be suing your ass all the way to the Supreme Court but I’m not that type of person. I’m honest with myself and understand what’s acceptable and what isn’t.
Hanna abruptly pauses expecting Amber to cut her off. Instead, she stays quiet as a stray tear is seen trailing off on her right cheek.
Hanna: Are you still there?
Amber answers with a slight stutter, after hearing that explanation.
Amber: Y-yes, it’s just that… no one had ever taken the time to be honest with me. As I’ve said several times before, it’s so much easier to stone a guy to death rather than taking time to tell him what he did wrong. In all of that time, I was simply trying to show them through example that anything is possible. I didn’t mean to force it down their throat.
Hanna: I’ve known that for a while. You have always let your obsessive-compulsive disorder get the best of you. That’s why I haven’t been as brutal with you. Because I know this happens at least once a year.
Amber: Obsessive-compulsive disorder? What the…
Amber looks on confused while she laughs breaking the atmosphere for the first time.
Hanna: You forget I’m a former Registered Nurse, Amber. That means that when you get into something you like, you end up doing a tad bit too much. Whether it was video games, weight lifting, wrestling, baseball, anything else you’ve always been known for going over the line without knowing it. It’s like if I had this little clock in my mind knowing that it takes a while to sink in.
Amber: I never really noticed that. I also have short term memory, as in it takes me a while to remember anything, even if it was recent. That’s why many felt we were the perfect team at one point. Despite our several fights, you were always the more optimistic half. It was like having a second brain because you would remember stuff I’ve forgotten for a long time.
Hanna: I’m not doing this because of being mean to you, Amber. I did it because I cared about you. Just realize that your actions don’t just affect you. It affects everyone at your surroundings. Practice what you preach, teach.
By her tone of voice, you can tell she’s teasing her. She laughs in response and shakes her head.
Amber: I never said I was perfect. Yeah, it’s definitely a pain having this much responsibility. I just hope this can actually be resolved because I’d really hate to lose you forever.
Hanna: We’ll see… for now, I need some time to move at least a little bit of stuff. Thankfully, I didn’t take everything. Call it a sixth sense, but I knew at some point you’d be back. Just try to settle down, okay? You need some time to think about what’s right for you. Don’t let others control your actions. After all, they will never be able to understand the connection we have. It would be too complicated to explain.
Amber: Right, that’s why I never bother. As long as our actions speak for themselves, who cares about the rest?
Hanna: Right, well I need to get going. Dad’s bugging me to get off; you know how much he hates you.
Amber: Okay, later.
She hangs up and lets out a big a sigh of relief. She sinks into the recliner in the living room wanting nothing more than to take a long rest turning off her cell in the process.
