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| For Your Own Good... | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 2 2015, 12:04 PM (24 Views) | |
| Post #1 Dec 2 2015, 12:04 PM | Cassidy Lee |
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[It's late night. Cassidy Lee looks out at the Pittsburgh streets through the window wall of her Airbnb'd apartment, her reflection staring back at us. She's in all black, wearing a slightly oversized wide neck t-shirt and ripped jeans, her long, wavy Cherry Coke-colored locks let down, a minimal amount of makeup on her face.] CASSIDY: It's not even a question. [The Pretty Hate Machine turns her attention towards us.] CASSIDY: Can I beat Solgaard, Hotbody, Kijo, and Melinda Rhodes? The answer is clear. I'm the most dangerous woman in the Pitt right now, whether you like it or not... whether you're educated on that fact or not. A battle royale isn't just a battle of physicality... no, no. It's also who's smartest... and I think we all know that a lot of you don't have that box checked off when it comes to your qualifications. The real question is this... do I even care to be in this match in the first place? No... I don't. [She follows that up with a smirk.] CASSIDY: But I'm a competitive woman, so I most certainly wouldn't turn down the chance to become the number one contender to the Pitt Championship. After all is said and done... that _is_ the goal. However, we all know why I've been thrust into this situation. It's because Sebastian DeBlanc knows what good television is. Clearly, he expects me to go straight for my dear sister and vice versa... and, clearly, he'd be right. I _am_ going straight for Melinda. I'm going to deprive her of the chance to become the number one contender. No, not out of spite... not even out of malice. [A sweet, yet sinister smile.] CASSIDY: She just isn't ready for it. [Beat.] CASSIDY: I'm launching you over that top rope, sister, because, do you really think you're in the right state of mind to be in the picture for a championship? I certainly don't. And trust me, Mel... I'm the smarter of the two of us. I'd know better than you. I know what's good for you, as if our past hasn't proven to be evident of that. You've proven time and time again how weak-minded you are, Mel... you've proven how much you need me. Well, I'm here. I'm reaching my hand out to you. Despite your stubbornness, I... am here to protect you. Even though you cracked me in the jaw last week while I was trying to... "help" J.J. Brine. [Cassidy subtly -- and uneasily -- rolls her jaw.] CASSIDY: My love for you runs deep, Mel... but you knew that already, didn't you? It runs deep in your very veins... pumping through your heart... penetrating your soul. [She shoots a piercing glare towards us... but mostly towards Melinda Rhodes, who is somewhere watching.] CASSIDY: Like I told you before, Melinda... you belong to _me_. You should thank your lucky stars that you have a sister like me trying to save you from yourself. [Again, she flashes that sick, sweet smile.] CASSIDY: Because who's gonna do it for you, Mel? Mallory? Molly? Hell, Spade started shirking at your existence the minute you showed a little bit of weakness. This is all for your own good. Trust me. [Out.] |
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