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post #256 of 25489 (permalink) Old 08-17-2002, 08:45 PM
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Red face Hackie loses it

Hackie returns from her juant in the street, still shaking from Layla's message.

I never should have left him!!

She hugs the small TV, where she had been watching the match, then notices the commotion on screen.

OH, NO!

Hackies hurries out.

Zephyr in the sky at night I wonder
Do my tears of mourning sink beneath the sun
She's got herself a universe gone quickly
For the call of thunder threatens everyone

And I feel like I just got home
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home
And I feel

Faster than the speeding light she's flying
Trying to remember where it all began
She's got herself a little piece of heaven
Waiting for the time when Earth shall be as one

Quicker than a ray of light
Quicker than a ray of light
Quicker than a ray of light

And I feel
Quicker than a ray of light
Then gone for
Someone else shall be there
Through the endless years

She's got herself a universe
She's got herself a universe
She's got herself a universe

And I feel
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home
And I feel

Quicker than a ray of light she's flying
Quicker than a ray of light I'm flying

I'M going to be the only mental hospital escapee in his life!

Hackie begins to flap her arms as she runs down the street.

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post #257 of 25489 (permalink) Old 08-17-2002, 09:32 PM Thread Starter
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tennishack - no need to catch up to any other forums. They are number one in post count only. We have better threads, if you excuse this one



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In a stunt worthy of MacGyver, Layla escapes the cops and makes her way to the stadium where her beloved Juan Carlos is about to serve for the match. Wild with rage, she starts hitting him and kicking him and, oddly enough, scratching his back, all the while singing the chorus of an unknown song like a broken record, as Juan Carlos just stands there limp, too shocked to move or speak.

WHY DON`T YOU WEEP
WHEN I HURT YOU
WHY DON`T YOU WEEP
WHEN I CUT YOU
YOU DON`T BLEED
AND THE ANGER BUILDS UP INSIDE

But then she collapses at his feet in tears and completely changes her tune:

Lazarus wasn’t grateful for his second wind
For another chance
To watch his chances fade like the dawn
And me, I can barely tell you just how pale I get
Without you

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

What were the first words that the crowd heard him speak
I bet he was cursing at the sky
I bet he wasn’t turning no other cheek
And was there still hope and desire left in his heart
For the last word in love

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

Your beauty is just a slap in the face *ouch*
That’s gonna bring me back to life
Back to another sky that’s blue
It’s gonna turn me into another great American zombie

So hungry for you

I’ve been a mess since you’ve been gone

Juanqui is moved to tears. And even though she is ruining the greatest moment in his life, he is overwhelmed by his love for Layla and vows never to break her heart again. After he has consoled her, he resumes his serve, but just at that moment there is another commotion...

What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
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tennishack - no need to catch up to any other forums. They are number one in post count only. We have better threads, if you excuse this one
I quite like this thread ::hurt::

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Talking Cliff & PMac get in the middle of it all

PMac (to station manager): This is why we cut away from the Roddick match?!

Cliff: We're live, Patrick.

PMac: Well, folks, it appears Juan Carlos is not going to call for the trainer, or the police. But wait--

Cliff: It appears the tournament director himself has brought along security to detain Ferrero's wife. Have you ever heard of such a stunt on court, Patrick?

PMac: Only the streakers at Wimbledon, Cliff.

Security detains Layla and takes her to the players entrance. She insists on watching Juan Carlos finish the match. Rusedski is looking on, visibly shaken yet amused.

Cliff: Juan Carlos serving for the match. He just toweled off as much blood as he could . . . I'm sure the ladies got a kick out of that, eh, Patrick? The torn shirt look is very 'in' this year.

There is a commotion in the commentator's booth.

PMac: What's the meaning of this?! Cliff?

Hackie grabs the microphone that is audible on court. She pushes Patrick out of the way and presses herself against the glass.

All right, boys!

Patrick and Cliff try to grab Hackie away from the glass, but she pushes both of them into their seats and across the room.

On court, Juan Carlos serves his first double fault of the match. 40-15.

In the booth, Hackie is gathering all of the sanity that she possibly could. She remembers Juan Carlos's gentle smile after she serenaded him in the apartment.


Who knows how long I've loved you
You know I love you still
Will I wait a lonely lifetime
If you want me to--I will.

For if I ever saw you
I didn't catch your name ("Huh?")
But it never really mattered
I will always feel the same

Love you forever and forever
Love you with all my heart
Love you whenever we're together
Love you when we're apart

And when at last I finally find you
Your song will fill the air
Sing it loud so I can hear you ("Huh?")
Make it easy to be near you
For the things you do endear you to me
You know I will.

I will . . .

Juan Carlos hits a slider ace out wide to win the match. He sends a kiss to heaven, then smiles the same gentle smile at Hackie in the ESPN booth.

Layla seethes with anger as she is led off the court. Juan Carlos accepts the crowd's bewildered accolades and even signs a few autographs behind his chair before leaving the court, tournament assistant whispering furiously in his ear as he carries the racquet bag.

Hackie touches the glass and smiles. She has calmed down enough to carefully replace the microphone and let a suspicious Patrick & Cliff get back to their places. She calmly leaves the booth, surprised to not be met by security as she leaves.


PMac: Well, Cliff, this has been quite a match.

Cliff: Indeed, Patrick.

PMac: I'm getting word that play has stopped on all of the other courts, so we can get right back to Andy's match, resuming play where we left off! We'll be back, after this.

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Talking Layla's message is relayed, Pt. 1

Hackie wanders around the grounds, luckily for her not getting picked up as security combs the grounds for more "crazies" She gains access to the main complex and heads straight for the interview rooms. She eventually finds Juan Carlos in the tiniest of the rooms, being grilled by rabid reporters in Spanish about the on-court incidents.

Juan Carlos finally pleases them enough that he is allowed to leave. Hackie spies him asking the tournament director about his wife. He looks worried; Hackie doesn't like this.

Hackie walks up to Juan Carlos when the director leaves to find out about Layla's whereabouts. She struggles to talk normally.


I saw yer-your wi-wife before I came here. She wanted me to give you this message:

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I want you to know, that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me *hag*
Is she perverted like me
Would she go down on you in a theatre
Does she speak eloquently
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive *not for long*

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her

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Talking Layla's message is relayed, Pt. 2

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Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know
Juan Carlos looks all at once hurt, confused, and angry. He is speechless as he remembers his vow on the court as his wife grovelled at his feet. As he's deciding whether to be angry or sad, Hackie puts her arms around him in a hug.

And she called you a "rat bastard."

Juan Carlos's grip tightens across Hackie's back as he decides upon his emotion towards his wife: ANGER

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[B]In a stunt worthy of MacGyver, Layla escapes the cops and makes her way to the stadium where her beloved Juan Carlos is about to serve for the match.
MacGyver! The one who can escape the cops using a (chewed) chewing gum and a match!

wooden jesus, can i be saved? i spent all my money on a future grave.. ill cut you in on 20% of my future sins..

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That is why I made it for you guys I am Santa Claus

I lack direction.

Chocking makes me sad.
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lol hehhehe

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Misinterpreting Juan Carlos' request, the tournament director brings Layla around to see him. Upon beholding the two lovers she stops in her tracks and turns a deathly shade of pale, but she quickly regains her composure and gives him an icy stare that would make the Snow Queen seem like a Hawaii welcoming committee. As mad as Juan Carlos is with his wife, he is even more ashamed of his betrayal. Layla approaches him and starts singing with a mixture of sweet melancholy and eery contempt:

If I pour your cup, that is friendship
If I add your milk, that is manners
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste,
that is tea

But if I measure the sugar
to satisfy your expectant tongue
then that is love,
But if I measure the sugar
to satisfy your expectant tongue
then that is love,
sitting untouched and growing cold

At the last line, Layla turns 100% cold. »You wouldn't know anything about love« she says with contempt and adds: »I trust you will enjoy her tea lol« With that she turns around and begins to walk away, murmuring to herself:

Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Just like the first time he said he didn't care
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair
Heard it before, no more
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Turn the corner another one there
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares
Heard it before

What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
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And she doesn't have to wait long. Alex Corretja has been quietly watching the whole scene from the sidelines and he now quietly approaches Juan Carlos, giving him a dirty look. »You really have no idea how to treat a lady, do you? Watch and learn, chavalito.« He takes Layla by the hand and the two off them walk of into the sunset of another beautiful day. Layla looks into Alex's mesmerising eyes and begins to sing seductively and hopefully:

You look like a perfect fit
For a girl in need of a tourniquet

But can you - save me
Come on and - save me
If you could - save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

'Cause I can tell
You know what it's like
The long farewell
Of the hunger strike

But can you save me
Come on and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

You struck me down like radium
Like Peter Pan or Superman

You will come to save me
C'mon and save me
If you could save me
From the ranks of the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
'Cept the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone
But the freaks
Who suspect they could never love anyone

What's so funny 'bout peace, love and understanding?
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I think we should crack open a bottle of champagne and celebrate. What do you say?
Sure! Let me take the champagne bottle!
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Damn, I can't find it. I wonder where it is.
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Oh! Here it is!

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