Julie Doyle

"And the Oscar goes to… Julie Doyle!"

All the celebrities packed inside the Kodak Theater in Los Angeles rose to their feet and applauded as the camera found Julie Doyle in attendance. She was wearing a stunning black dress that showed just enough flesh to be sexy without being slutty. She always seemed to pull the look of right where others failed.

With a twirl of her long blonde hair she stepped into the aisle and headed towards the stage. All the comments about her slender appearance were now null and void. She had gotten herself into shape and looked absolutely stunning. Making magazine covers, accepting acting work with the biggest stars in the world, and now winning an Oscar. Yep, Julie Doyle had finally arrived.

As she took the stage and held the Oscar in her hand she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Umm can we get out of here?"

"Huh?"

She blinked her eyes and her daydream ended. Class had finally ended. Although it was only the first one of the semester it seemed to have stretched for hours. She dreaded the remainder of the semester knowing it would be a constant struggle to stay awake. She wished she could go back into her daydream where she lived the life she dreamt of. Instead she joined her friend among the mass of students heading for the exit of the lecture hall.

She had heard college was fun and exciting and she had looked forward to attending NYU her entire senior year of college. The plays she had been in were nothing compared to the acting work she hoped to gain through her time in NYU’s acting school. She just didn’t count on Theory of Acting 100, where her script was two hundred dollar text book and her stage was her bedroom desk.

Jen laughed as she told Julie about her most recent date that had ended in disaster. She had never had any luck with guys and this one was no different. He hadn’t even offered to pay for dinner. Chivalry was indeed dead.

The two walked through campus passing people playing Frisbee in the fields. It was a beautiful day and Julie wished she could stay and just catch some sun. For a moment she wished she could live on campus with her friend, but then she remembered all the money she was saving and thought better of it.

Julie’s cell phone rang.

"It’s my mom. I’ll call you later okay?"

Jen nodded and waved as she hurried off to her apartment. Julie answered her cell phone.

"Hi mom… Yeah, I’m just on my way. What are we having?... Sounds good, I’m really hungry too. My stomachs rumbling and everything… Oh it was alright. There’s not much physical acting in this class though. It’s more like reading about acting and learning the basics before we actually put anything into use. It’s actually kinda boring… I know I know I’ll do my best. No mom, I got plenty of sleep last night. It’s just the professor…"

As she spoke on the phone she stopped and leaned against a large tree. While listening to her mom lecture her about the importance of eight hours of sleep she looked around at the people enjoying their freedom. She loved her parents, but like any teenager she yearned for a chance to get out on her own.

A lot of good looking guys were running around the fields playing soccer or passing a football around. Lots of people were playing corn hole on the sidewalks as well. She kept scanning the crowd imaging one of the handsome guys coming up to her and asking her out. She smiled at the thought of her actually having a serious boyfriend. Her eyes suddenly caught hold or a large man starring at her from across the street. She couldn’t see his face as it was concealed under a cap, but she had a strange feeling that the man was starring at her.

She turned and kept walking and listening to her mom speak occasionally throwing in a few ‘mmms’ and ‘yeps’. The hairs on her arms stood up and a cold sweat ran down her spine. She felt goose bumps forming on her skin. It was 80 degrees out, but she still felt oddly cold. Turning around she scanned for the strange man once again, but he was nowhere to be seen and in that instant she laughed out loud. Of course a man was starring at her. The college was fun of horny men on the prowl for beautiful women and although she didn’t often toot her own horn she could honestly say that she was beautiful.

Placing her nervousness on nerves and the stress of starting college she made her way to her car with a smile on her face. God, she could be such a dummy sometimes.

Dr. Pond

A week had gone by and Shawn Christopher was once again sitting in front of Jonathan. A meeting and a week of time still hadn’t made the confrontation any more comfortable and Dr. Pond found himself just as tense and nervous as the previous time. Something had changed in Shawn Christopher. He seemed more energetic and eager. Whether that was a good sign or not was hard to determine. He’d heard of poker faces before, but Shawn was a pro. Nothing could be read from his facial expressions. It was like starring into a blank piece of canvas. The worst thoughts you had of him the worse the canvas would become. In Dr. Pond’s case he was starring at a nightmarish scene.

"So Shawn how was your week?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "It wasn’t bad. The next few should be much better though Doc. I took your advice and you know what I actually feel good about it."

"Did you jot down any of your thoughts?"

Shawn reached into a briefcase he had brought with him and pulled out a notebook. "In fact Doctor I did."

Jonathan wasn’t sure if he wanted to see the contents of the notebook, but it would be unwise to not accept the extended notebook. He took it and opened it to the first and only entry. It was a short, simple statement.

"Today I think I met my new friend."

To Be Continued.

The following promotion is brought to you by the former XWF World Television King, and future Lord of the Ring... The Cult Icon, Shawn Christopher.

"Well.. well.. well.. just when I thought some people couldn't get any dumber around these parts, good ol' Centurion proves me wrong.

First off.. congrats on the marriage. I hope you and the lucky lady have a wonderful life together. Now that the niceness is out the way...

I happened to catch your latest video you call a promo, and it's astonshing how long you stood there rambling on, not speaking a bit of truth the whole way thru. See, there's a reason why people think that I have some importance in this match, and in the XWF in general.

It's because I do.

They know of my past exploits, unlike you. They know of my greatness and talent.. unlike you. They know that I can win this match, and go on to win the Lord of the Ring.. and so do you. Your whole speech about me was riddled with jealousy. You can't believe how everyone looks at me as a big deal, yet look at you as an insignificant old man who's desparately trying to claim glory one last time, just so your friends can stop looking down on you because they had better careers.

Your like the Brett Favre of wrestling. You keep gaining these wins, and amassing this championships, only because you're sticking around well into your fifties.

So before you start tugging on the company line like the bitch you are, you need to check the facts. I beat everybody that was put in front of me, including the Universal champ at the time. I won every title I got a shot at. But some reason, I couldnt even buy a shot at th Universal title, so yeah, you damn right I'm blaming everyone else around me, cause I did everything I was supposed to do, and it still wasn't enough for this company!

I'm not you Andy. I don't get everything handed to me because I have senority. Some of us, like Hunter Ryan, Rage, Scream, Marquee, and others actually have to get in the ring, and be good.

You're skating by on name recognition alone, and you got the nerve to talk about me?

Fuck you.

You're nothing to me. You're not a threat to me, or anyone else.

And since you wanna bring up three other letters, my involvement here has nothing to do with them. I'm not using this as a way to invade, I'm doing this strictly for me. But just so you know Andy.. you probably couldn't hack it there either. That's the one place your name value, don't amount to shit.

But Cent isn't the only one who's ventured to drag my good name through the mud, like it's gonna help them.

Then there's Rage.. and I gotta say.. Rage is quite the little comedian. Have any of you out there caught his promos? They are very funny. And those commercials, they're so cute and Marquee. And yes, Marquee is the new word for gay.

What's really funny, is that he seems to think that these promos.. actually mean something. He thinks that in this sport of professional wrestling, promos play a part in deciding who wins and loses.

NEWS FLASH!!

You can't win with a promo. Well.. unless you decide to play a Centurion promo during the match. That right there will drive everyone to suicide.

But really.. who cares if I'm not throwing promo after promo up, trying to hype this match that much more. This match, doesn't need the hype. It's the Lord of the Ring. This is a match where dreamers become stars and stars become legends. And t's for that reason, why I'm more focused on what I'm gonna do to each and every one of you inside that ring.

Unlike most of you, I have a gameplan. I've been studying match after match, just looking for that one weakness that I can exploit on you. And trust me, you do have one.

I'm taking this match more serious than any match I've ever had. Cause despite your claims Rage, I'm not past my prime.. not yet at least. But I may be getting close. I may not have too many years left where I'm at the top of my game. So I'm milk it for all it's worth, and win the Lord of the Ring.

And for future reference Rage.. a past their prime Icon, is always better than an in their prime wannabe. Remember that."

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