I'm A
Ph.D.
I: Sunday, November 7, 2004:
Lancaster Ancestral Estate, Wessex, England
The camera scene cuts in immediately to
find Marissah Whitely, fiancée of Robert Lancaster II, sitting
in the Grand Library, in one of the Duke's favourite leather back
burgundy arm chairs, sipping tea.
A fire blazes away in the hearth, casting its shadows around the grand
room, reflecting off the golden coat of arms of the Lancastrians of
Wessex right above the mantle, and the countless first editions of some
of history's finest works.
Marissah sits dressed exquisitely, as of course only she can: a long
black designer gown, stockings, black pumps, with her luscious brunette
hair done up in the air. She smiles sweetly as the camera scene
comes closer.
She takes one final sip and holds the tea cup in her lap.
"Why hello...I'm Marissah
Whitely, fiancée of Robert Lancaster, and the future Duchess of
Wessex. Robert didn't ask me to do this, but I have a special
feeling knowing that the both of us are embarking upon a new journey,
in Old Line Wrestling. And what I have to say tonight is directed
at one very special individual...Cole Christenson. We both know
you're a very talented man...a number one contender for the CAL World
Heavyweight Title in your own right. But we feel like we hardly
know you at all. In fact, we know only a bit about all of
you. So, tonight...to you Cole...whom Robert will have the
privilege of facing in only a few short days...and to all of you,"
Marissah extends her left arm outwards in a sweeping motion, "in OLW...this, is for you."
Music by Rodgers and Hammerstein slowly begins to play.
"It's a
very ancient saying,
But a true and honest thought,
That if you become a valet,
By your own wit you'll be
taught."
Marissah chimes in with her harmonious
alto tone voice and places her tea cup down on a small side stand.
"As a valet
I've been learning --
You'll forgive me if I boast --
And I've now become an expert,
On the subject I like most.
Getting to know you."
Marissah stands up from the chair slowly,
revealing her shapely legs.
"Getting to know you,
Getting to know all about you.
Getting to like you,"
Marissah points to the lens...
"Getting to
hope you like me."
...and with a sly smile, points to herself.
"Getting to
know you,
Putting it my way,
But nicely,"
Slowly walking over to the side stand...
"You are
precisely,"
...she lifts up the tea cup, and places a finger
in the tea, then into her mouth, and sucks it softly.
"My cup
of tea."
She places the tea back down and proceeds
to walk around the chair slowly and seductively.
"Getting to
know you, "
Marissah puts
her leg up on the armrest, lifting her skirt slightly.
"Getting to feel free and easy - "
The music pauses briefly.
" - but
not in that way, I'm a Ph.D.!"
She lowers her skirt and smirks as the music
continues.
"When I
am with you,
Getting to know what to say."
Marissah walks closer to the lens and
looks directly into it.
Her tone changes decidedly.
"Haven't you noticed, all,
Suddenly I'm demonic and
devious?
Because of all the brutal and
vile things
My Robert will do to you
In every...way."
Marissah raises her middle finger as the shot
crashes to the ground, only to catch her black pumps walking off
screen, as the scene fades.
