MENTIONED:
Ursula Areano
Peter Gilmour


MASKS:

In times of trouble and insanity
It carries a mask to disguise
The pain it carries
Secure behind its eyes.

It can never let out again
The misery it hides
To hell with it's dignity
To hell with its pride

From this day forward
And for every more
It will mount this mask
That will be its lore

No reaching out when it is weak
No solace will it seek

When you look for answers
When you say your prayers
All you will see is masks
And no pain that it bares.

The Sinful Saint, Sarah Saint James sat comfortably on the bed in her hotel room remembering the poem she had heard years

ago from an old friend. She laughed in her head, but now outloud in order to keep her appearance of sanity. It was funny

how the words rolled off of her tongue as she began quoting the poem out loud for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. It was

only nine o'clock in the morning and already the XWF camera crews were following her and Ursula Areano's every move. She

often felt like a member of the real world, or another mediocre reality television program that people always complained

about by the water cooler at work, but secretly rushed home to watch on their digital video recorders in privacy.

The would pull their shoes off and kick them up comfortably on the nearby ottoman with their freshly popped bag of popcorn,

the smell filling the whole house with it's buttery and slightly burnt smell. They would reach for the remote and scroll

through the copies of re-runs they had watched the night before until finally coming to it, the newest episode of Jersey

Shores or whatever horribly tacky program they chose to watch. Just before they would click the play button their adorable

three to five year old son and daughter would come scrolling into the living room secretly holding a book about Miss Mary

Mack behind their back in hopes that mommy or daddy would read it to them.

As the child opened her mouth and uttered only one word out of her sentence the father who had been having a horrible day

at work because he hated his job and live would throw the remote across the room and scream at his innocent child for

interupting him during his program. The son or daughter would break out into tears not understanding at all what she had

just done, her innocent mind only wanting time with her parents. The cowardly mother would sit quietly by as the father

reared his arm back bringing his hand down across the child face knocking her to the ground, her tears intensifying.

The cowardly mother stands up from the couch in an attempt to stand up to the violent husband and father, but his sinister

eyes burning through her instead made her defend his actions.

MOTHER: "Now honey you know your father works very hard to support this family and he needs his time to

rest......"

Her worthless words would continue to drag on as the husband sits back down picking up the remote from the floor and

returning to his program, the wife finally finished with her speech takes her place next to him. The child, their face

soaked in tears leaves the book on the floor where they had dropped it and returns to their room crying themselves to sleep

knowing that everynight would be like a rerun of their life.

The thought of reality tv, put this image into Sarah Saint James' mind, some would say it was a disturbing thing to relate

something like reality television to such a thought, but was it really, or was The Sinful Saint the only person to think

about reality in it's truest form, the form of an abusive husband and a family in complete shambles.

But Sarah Saint James digressed.

The poem she entitled Mask, it reminded her much of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. She snickered at the fact of how they

sheilded their dropped ratings and mediocre matches week after week from the public in a hope to save face. Thankfully

there was a chance for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, a chance for them to climb back to the top of sports entertainment

and that chance was in the form of Picture Perfect, The Sinful Saint Sarah Saint James and Ursula Areano.

Who else would bring the rating back to the one sensational Saturday Night show? People like Peter Gilmour? The very

thought of him almost caused Sarah Saint James to regurgitate the delicious blueberry pancakes that Ursula Areano had

cooked for her earlier that morning. He was a tool, he lacked the mental capacity to know he was being used by the Xtreme

Wreslting Federation for ratings, why else would he be a one man tag team, it was the stupidest thing that the company had

tried to pull in years and Sarah Saint James didn't want to be any part of it. That is exactely the reason why she had

recruited Ursula Areano, to help her steer the XWF back into the right direction.

SARAH SAINT JAMES: "So I have to admit, I thought a chance for the North Korean Championship title at this

Saturday Nights Shove It would have been a bigger deal to the saturday roster, but it just goes to show how the Xtreme

Wrestling Federation is failing week after week. The show has gotten so dry and boring that the superstars on the roster

aren't even interested any more. The board of directors and general managers thought they could polish a piece of shit by

changing the name of the show."

Sarah Saint James shook her head in disapointment, the sound of the shower being ran down the hall could be heard in the

background.

SARAH SAINT JAMES: "The show didn't need a new name, or a revamped roster of superstars, what it needs is right

here, Picture Perfect. We are as real as it's going to get, we aren't going to sugar coat anything for the fans, we aren't

going to get on our knees for the suits like Peter Gilmour to get what we want, and we sure as hell aren't going to follow

any PG ratings."

Her eyes shifted down the hallway towards where the running water could be heard.

SARAH SAINT JAMES: "For instance what happened in here after breakfast, the reason Are is cleaning up.....well

you can use your imagination."

The cameras slightly shifted due to the fact that the camera man had more than likely dazed off into a fantasy about what

had happened only moments before he entered the hotel room. The camera reshifted back to its original view catching a

glimpse of Ursula Areano in a towel and bra walking into her room.



SARAH SAINT JAMES: "Hey over here honey."

Sarah Saint James said snapping her fingers to regain the attention of the camera man.

SARAH SAINT JAMES: "Look it's simple, Saturday Night either Are or myself will be walking away the North Korean

Champion and the following week Peter Gilmours ridiculous reign as Tag Champion will end, the two titles being gently

wrapped around the waistes of Picture Perfect."

With that the short segment was ended as the cameras faded.


OOC: SORRY THIS WAS SHORT IM NOT FEELING TO WELL TODAY SO JUST GO WITH IT.