(Sarah): Mandy?
Sarah scrunches her face up in confusion, and pulls her legs back and off the machine, muttering to herself “Oh hell no!” She debates going upstairs to record but she rather not dedicate the time and just pulls out her phone and goes live.
(Sarah): You must have missed your crazy pill this morning. You’re blaming me because “Mandy” is throwing a fit? That sounds like a “You” problem to me. What? She finally realizes that all this time your claiming “It wasn’t me” applies to her to? If you haven’t been yourself all this time, wouldn’t that bring your relationship into question?…guess it was your Dream Master she fell in love with. Can you blame her for being pissed off? Woman doesn’t know who you are or where she stands with you.
Sarah sticks her finger in the air accentuating a point as she wags it.
(Sarah): No! Let me guess, you’re gonna claim you had moments of lucidity and was always yourself her, right? How convenient huh? Like 30 Seconds to Mars sings…It’s a Beautiful Lie! Look, what happens between the two of you ain’t none of my business. The only thing I care about is that you’ve manipulated yet another young woman on this roster who just wants to make her way in the business and do her job, and I feel sorry that she seems blinded by your bullshit.
Sarah grabs her bottle of water off to the side and takes a swig before continuing.
(Sarah): I have to say though, maybe, just maybe I struck a nerve there with you. Every word out of your mouth just proves us all right about you. You went from hold on...
Sarah pulls Maniac’s promo up on her phone playing the video…
“…we're going to burn down the house with this match you're one hell of an athlete and I look forward to stepping into the ring with you.”
(Sarah): You went from that to…Mr. I’m a legend, a horror reel something-something, and a icon and you’re going to find out why, bla bla bla. And then you have the nerve to say you’re fighting for Mandy? Is that supposed to make her feel better? Are those the little crumbs you throw on the ground for her to nibble. I’ve seen dogs get better treats.
But speaking of dogs…you need to keep your little Erica on her leash. Erica, who you calling a “delusion bitch,” bitch! Let me tell you something Chubacabra. You need to keep your mouth shut after that ass-whoopin’ Hans gave you. Your crippled ass is no position to be running it. I’m gone get back to my workout, and ya’ll can get back to your psychotic episodes and skipping your meds. Bye!
Sarah flips her hand and palm up and her live promo ends and publishes as she returns to her workout.
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