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Hackie & Layla's Great Adventure: The Musical!

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:12 AM
We've decided to repost the story in its own thread, now that the other thread is getting chatty :) Please feel free to comment on any of the installments! If you'd like to read the original comments readers had on the story, please feel free to look in the chat thread.

Thankies!!

And Hackie thanks you, too ;)

PS A little background: Layla wrote in a different thread that she was going to marry Juan Carlos, and there were a few other posters battling for a kiss before he was taken ;)

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:15 AM
:ahem:

A song I think's appropriate for this thread.

<bad Marilyn Monroe impression> For Juan Carlos </bad Marilyn Monroe impression>

For a long time I was in love :angel:
Not only in love, I was obsessed :eek:
With a friendship that no one else could touch :)
It didn't work out, I'm covered in shells :sad:

And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life :(
And all I needed was a simple man :hearts:
So I could be a wife :angel:

I'm so ashamed, I've been so mean :o
I don't know how it got to this point :confused:
I always was the one with all the love :angel:
You came along, I'm hunting you down :drool:

Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight :mad:
And all I wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life :angel:

If we met tomorrow for the very first time
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?

I always thought I'd be a mom :hearts:
Sometimes I wish for a mistake :o
The longer that I wait the more selfish that I get :o
You seem like you'd be a good dad :D

Now all those simple things are simply too complicated for my life :rolleyes:
How'd I get so faithful to my freedom? :confused:
A selfish kind of life
When all I ever wanted was the simple things
A simple kind of life :angel:

::is dragged away in a straitjacket as Layla tries to protect JC's ears::

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:19 AM
They call me "Hackie" at the mental hospital! But since the little wifey is gonna let me sing again, I prepared a REAL SPECIAL SONG!


You and your museum of lovers :rolleyes:
The precious collection you've housed in your covers :eek:
My simpleness threatened by my own admission :o

And the bags are much too heavy
In my insecure condition :o
My pregnant mind is fat full with envy again :mad:

But I still love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:
Love to think that you couldn't love another :angel:
I can't help it . . . you're my kind of man :lick:

Wanted and adored by attractive women :hearts:
Bountiful selection at your discretion :o
I know I'm diving into my own destruction ;)

So why do we choose the boys that are naughty? :confused:
I don't fit in so why do you want me? (Layla screams, "He doesn't!")
And I know I can't tame you :sad: . . .but I just keep trying

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:21 AM
'Cause I love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:
Love to think that you couldn't love another :angel:
I'm on your list with all your other women :eek:
But I still love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:
You make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it . . .you're my kind of man :lick:

Why do the good girls always want the bad boys?

So I pacify problems with kisses and cuddles
Diligently doubtful through all kinds of trouble
Then I find myself choking on all my contradictions :eek:

'Cause I still love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:
Love to think that you couldn't love another :angel:
Share a toothbrush . . .you're my kind of man :lick:
I still love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:
Make me feel like I couldn't love another
I can't help it . . .you're my kind of man :lick:

No I can't help myself
I can't help myself
I still love to wash in your old bathwater :drool:

::Becca tries to tackle me with the second strait jacket, but HACKIE ESCAPES AGAIN!::

*How perfect is it that my desktop wallpaper right now is Juan Carlos at the Australian Open, water falling from his head? :D*

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:23 AM
Originally posted by Layla
I have to remind myself to set up an alarm system and a bucket of cold (bath)water. Hackie is no longer content to sing @ the karaoke, she wants to go serenading now. :eek: *looks around suspiciously*

Hackie takes offense, she thought she was already serenading her love Juan Carlos. :( :fiery: She is determined to be back (hahahahaha!) with a great song.

And she will not fall for your alarm system. ::kicks over Layla's bucket of cold bathwater::

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:24 AM
Originally posted by Layla
Ok, I have to go to bed no, so night night everyone. :wavey:

No funny business while I'm unconscious now, Hackie! *waving her finger in the unknown direction*

Mwahahahahahahahahaha!! :D

:wavey: Nighty night, Layla. Better hold your husband close, you never know what creepy crawley things can get in at night :D

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:26 AM
Originally posted by Layla
HAAAAACKIEEEEE!!!! Where's Juan Carlos???? When I woke up this morning he was gone! :fiery:

Did you have something to do with this? GUARDS!!!! :mad:

Mwahahahahahahahahaha!! :D :D

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:27 AM
Juan Carlos & Layla are in their bed, in their bedroom. Layla is sound asleep, but Juan Carlos is having problems sleeping, tossing and turning, etc. Their window is open, breeze wafting in.

Outside, Hackie the Mental Hospital Escapee lurks around the grounds on their home. She spots Juan Carlos.

I see I my chance, I'll have to turn on the real charm now! Before the "helpers" come back!

She moves closer to the window.

I'm hanging out with me :rolleyes:
And you're a vacant chair
A chosen compromise
This space we rarely share :sad:

<best siren voice> And if you lived here you'd be home now </best siren voice>

So what you givin' up for me? :confused:
And what shall I give up for you? :D
Aimless expectations passing by

If you lived here you'd be home now
If you lived here you'd be home now

And to make it real
I need to have you here :hearts:
I need to have you :hearts:
I need to hold you :hearts:

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:28 AM
Juan Carlos sits up, trying to figure out what he's hearing.

Barren wasted heart :mad:
Neglect of normalcy

And if you lived here you'd be home now
Oh if you lived here you'd be home now

And to make it real
I need to have you here :hearts:
I need to have you :hearts:
It can't be sincere
Unless you spend time here
I need to see you . . . :hearts:

Juan Carlos decides to go outside to find this mysterious voice.

Supervision is what I need :eek: :D
Some consistence, tangibility
Some casual light days ;)
Part of the furniture :eek:
I want to take you for granted :o
And see you regular :drool:

Hackie sees her chance and tackles Juan Carlos as he wanders around the grounds. She won't let him call for the security or Layla.

So what you givin' up for me? :confused:
And what shall I give up for you? :D
The separations tired, it's been too long :sad:

And to make it real
I need to have you here :hearts:
I need to have you :hearts:
It can't be sincere
Unless you spend time here
I need to see you :hearts:
I need you . . . :mad:

Come home now.

Juan Carlos, mesmerized, relaxes against Hackie's grip and agrees to go with her.

Hahaha, you'll never find him now! Bathwater wasn't enough this time, little wifey!!! He's come home with meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! :) :) :)

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 03:29 AM
Originally posted by Layla
I'm not talking to you. It's past midnight and Juanqui hasn't come home yet. I know you're hiding him somewhere. :fiery:

Tsk, just a few minutes longer and you would have known what happened, why you woke up screaming, ALONE :D

Layla
08-26-2002, 01:45 PM
Layla is shocked over the contents of Hackie's message and can't speak for hours. Seeing that she's good for nothing on this tragic day, she heads for the Heartbreak Creek to ponder over life's cruelties and weep for her lost love. She sits by the softly murmuring water and sings herself a sad song:

Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
hits me straight in the eye *ouch*
guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot, it was me :o

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning,
the sound of water splashing all over the bathroom, *bathwater :sad:*
the kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping,
but I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed
Telephone's ringing, but I don't answer it
'cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon *like me ;)*

Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
maybe I'll add a little T.V. too
No milk! God, how I hate that :mad:
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, `Jen how'd ya get it?'
she says, `Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand' :fiery:

Lunchtime. I start to dial your number :o
then I remember so I reach for something to smoke *cough*
and anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
than go through all that shit again *hell yeah*

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing *amen*
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
and this spell won't be broken
by the sound of keys scraping in the lock *phew*

Maybe tonight it's a movie
with plenty of room for elbows and knees
a bag of popcorn all to myself,
black and white with a strong female lead
and if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave *you go girl*

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
how strange these streets feel
when you're alone on them :sad:
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion :eek:
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home
Seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
the sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again :o
Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me :(
but there are some things that can never be forgiven :mad:
and I just gotta tell you
that I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed :angel:

Oh, who is she kidding. Layla hates these stupid feet in her bed. :mad:

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 09:04 PM
Hackie & Juan Carlos are hidden in the population of Layla's huge city. Hackie has a small apartment (that she had previously cleaned of the markings of her obsession with her love Juan Carlos).

I hope you don't mind the old standard.

Hackie produces an acoustic guitar and proceeds to play.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping :kiss:
While my guitar gently weeps :sad:
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps :sad:
I don't know why
Nobody told you
Have to unfold your love
I don't know how
Someone controlled you :fiery:
They bought & sold you :fiery:

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps :sad:
With every mistake we must surely be learning ;)
Still my guitar gently weeps :sad:

I don't know how
You were diverted
You were perverted too :eek:
I don't know
You were inverted
No one altered you :drool: :kiss:

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps :sad:
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps. :sad:

Juan Carlos smiles and takes Hackie's hand.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 09:06 PM
Later that day, Hackie goes out to buy a few necessities. She sees Layla wandering around.

My eyes are so rootless :rolleyes:
They wander, I follow
I keep staring, I can't stop it :eek:
I know I shouldn't
But I can't stop it :eek:

Such a cute girl
I'm so jealous :mad:
I wish I looked exactly like her :mad:
What's it like to have that body? :confused:
I'm gawking while I wonder

S-T-A-R-I-N-G
I can't stop staring :eek:
S-T-A-R-I-N-G
I can't stop staring :eek:

With my envy I steal glances
Resentful fault finder :fiery:
This peek-a-boo's become a problem
Predisposed cat fighter :fiery:

S-T-A-R-I-N-G
I can't stop staring :eek:
S-T-A-R-I-N-G
I can't stop staring :eek:

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 09:07 PM
As Juan Carlos warms up for his first match on tour since Roland Garros, Cliff Drysdale & Patrick McEnroe take a moment to gossip.

Cliff: Well, Patrick, this is Ferrero's first match since his win at Roland Garros, and what an incredible win that was.

PMac: Yeah, Cliff, let's watch some highlights of that final match. Juan Carlos came out storming, taking the first set from the resurgent Guga Kuerten with one break of serve :eek:!, 6-4. The second set was much the same, 7-5 in Ferrero's favor. Guga came back, taking the next two sets, but it was all Ferrero as he broke Guga and served for the match.

Cliff: And we all remember that kiss, don't we? (Next video tape is of Layla falling over the panelling at the bottom of the stadium as she goes to kiss Juan Carlos--it's one of those "America's Funniest Home Video" moments)

PMac (laughs): Yes, we do. I heard she was just fine afterwards. I guess the red clay broke her fall. :D

Cliff: Besides winning Roland Garros for the first time, Juan Carlos also got married to that lucky girl. He spent Wimbledon on his honeymoon, the first Wimbledon he's missed since he began playing the full tour.

PMac: Well, you know those Spaniards! :D They don't like to play on those lightening fast surfaces.

Cliff: Would you say this is a hard match to come back on? He's playing Greg Rusedski, whom he's never won against.

PMac: Ferrero has been on fire since the French, but Rusedski's a tough opponent on these hard courts. But Juan Carlos has some pretty good passing shots and a lot of firepower frm the ground, especially that forehand. If he can get through this match, I'd say he's a favorite it win the whole tournament!

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later in the match
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PMac: Wow, Cliff, Juan Carlos has surprised even me with his excellent play here!

Cliff: He has broken Greg 4 times in the match. I suppose that big lefty serve isn't working for him today.

PMac: Oh, no, Cliff, it's those passing shots of Ferrero's. (Juan Carlos hits a gorgeous backhand passing shot as he says this.) See, there's another one! Hard to believe this guy's Spanish, eh? He should have played Wimbledon!!

Cliff: I'm sure Tim Henman is glad he didn't (laughs). And he has this woman to thank . . . wait . . .

PMac: Well, Cliff, I don't see the new Mrs. Ferrero anywhere. That's strange. I wonder what happened? No matter. Andy Roddick has just started his match over on Court 3, so we're going to take you there.

Layla
08-26-2002, 09:42 PM
Layla is wondering around dazed, not knowing where she is or how she got there, barely able to see through the veil of tears. :sad: Suddenly she feels a fierce, piercing gaze that burns through her skin like a laser. She turns around and there she is. The devil. :fiery: There is no time to think of a perfect thing to say, something that would shut this snake up for good, so she resorts to cliches. She approaches Hackie as menacingly as possible and screams: "Take this message to that rat bastard! And while you're at it, listen to it yourself!" Then she proceeds to scream this song:

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

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

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

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 :mad:
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 :wavey:

To be continued.

Layla
08-26-2002, 09:43 PM
Part 2:

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

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

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 :eek:
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it :fiery:

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

The cops show up at the scene and drag poor Layla, foaming at the mouth like a rabid rabbit, to the nearest phsychiatric institution.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 09:59 PM
at the end of Juan Carlos's match:

(score flashes onscreen)

PMac: Wow, Cliff, that was quite a performance by Juan Carlos Ferrero.

Cliff: Indeed, Patrick.

PMac: We're going to take you back to match point as soon as Andy finishes up here--what? We should go back now?

Cliff: Apparently something has happened on court, let's take a look.

Cliff: It appears to be Juan Carlos down there on the court, but who is that screaming person? How did they get down there, through the air-tight tournament security?

PMac: This is probably scaring the fans, they remember when Monica was stabbed by a fan.

Cliff: But this person doesn't appear to have a weapon--what a minute, that's his wife! What's going on?

The cameras close in on Layla as she shoves, punches, and screams at Juan Carlos.

Cliff: She appears to be singing some sort of song . . . .

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 10:00 PM
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 :confused:
She's got herself a universe gone quickly
For the call of thunder threatens everyone :fiery: :eek:

And I feel like I just got home :cool:
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home :cool:
And I feel

Faster than the speeding light she's flying
Trying to remember where it all began :confused:
She's got herself a little piece of heaven :hearts:
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 :D
Then gone for
Someone else shall be there
Through the endless years

She's got herself a universe :mad:
She's got herself a universe :mad:
She's got herself a universe :mad:

And I feel
And I feel
And I feel like I just got home :cool:
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.

Layla
08-26-2002, 10:09 PM
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 :fiery:

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 :sad:
And me, I can barely tell you just how pale I get
Without you :eek:

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

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

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

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 :angel:
It’s gonna turn me into another great American zombie :eek:

So hungry for you :drool:

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

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 :angel: 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...

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 10:21 PM
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 :kiss:
Will I wait a lonely lifetime :confused:
If you want me to--I will. :angel:

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

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

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 :angel:
For the things you do endear you to me :hearts:
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.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:22 PM
Hackie wanders around the grounds, luckily for her not getting picked up as security combs the grounds for more "crazies" :D 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:


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

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

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

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 :mad:
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 :wavey:

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:23 PM
Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able
To make it enough for you to be open wide, no :rolleyes:
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, til you died :mad:
But you're still alive :p

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

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 :eek:
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it :fiery:

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

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 :fiery:

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:24 PM
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 :D
If I add your milk, that is manners :)
If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste, :angel:
that is tea

But if I measure the sugar
to satisfy your expectant tongue :lick:
then that is love, :hearts:
But if I measure the sugar
to satisfy your expectant tongue :lick:
then that is love, :hearts:
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 :eek:
Just like the first time he said he didn't care :mad:
Gonna wash that man right out of my hair :eek:
Heard it before, no more :mad:
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares :p
Turn the corner another one there :drool:
Gonna take my hips to a man who cares :p
Heard it before :rolleyes:

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:25 PM
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 :hearts:
For a girl in need of a tourniquet :o

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

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

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

You struck me down like radium :eek:
Like Peter Pan or Superman :angel:

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

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:27 PM
Juan Carlos lies on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. What a day it had been: finally defeating Greg Rusedski, watching his wife go mad (and leave with another man!), and having this mysterious girl captivate him with her song, though her behavior was a bit off the beam. He sighed as he ran the problem of Layla over and over in his head. She had tried to warn him that Hackie was a crazy, obsessed fan, but he just didn't see it. Layla was the one acting like a mental hospital escapee, first tearing into him on court and then running off with Alex Corretja.

He sighs and moves to the bathroom to take some painkillers for his headache. As he emerges again, a knock sounds at the door. He opens it to find Hackie.

I have no idea where she got that "tea" thing, Juan Carlos. Does she think we're lovers?

Hackie blushes prettily; Juan Carlo raises his eyebrows.

:rolleyes: Well, I'm here to cheer you up. I know you'll like this song!

Juan Carlos lets her in; Hackie sits in a chair as Juan Carlos sits on the bed.

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom :D
He's the all-American bullet-headed saxon mother's son
<animated crazy voice> All the children sing </animated crazy voice>

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes :eek: ;)

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

The children asked him if to kill was not a sin :confused:
Now when he looked so fierce his mother butted in :rolleyes:
If looks could kill it would've been us instead of him! :eek:

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Hey, Bungalow Bill
What did you kill? :eek:
Bungalow Bill

Juan Carlos laughs out loud; Hackie smiles, encouraged.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:28 PM
PMac: Well, Cliff, due to Andy's heartbreaking loss yesterday, we're going to watch a bit of this Corretja-Gasquet match.

Cliff: Yes, Patrick, how did Andy lose to such a lowly-ranked player? :eek:

PMac: I guess DiPasquale was on his game yesterday; not just anybody can defeat Andy Roddick :D

camera zooms down on Corretja, who is finishing his warm-up

Cliff: Well, Patrick, what do you think of Corretja's chances today? It is his first match in a long time.

PMac: Well, you know he was one of the seven victims Juan Carlos claimed on his way to the Roland Garros crown. I think his loss to Ferrero was another crushing blow to this fading Spanish star. Because you know, Cliff, the Spanish players aren't like the American players, who can last forever.

Cliff: Alex is playing one of the young upstarts, Richard Gasquet, today in his first-round match. Now, this is not a clay court match, where both players excel. This is a hard court. Who has the edge, Patrick?

PMac: I'd have to give the edge to the youngster Gasquet. After all, Gasquet pummeled our boys in Davis Cup this year. He has nice groundstrokes and more firepower than Corretja. Plus, that youthful determination.

camera pans around the stadium, looking for those all-too-cute players box shots

PMac: Well, Alex has an interesting addition to his players box. Isn't that Ferrero's wife, Layla?

Cliff: I wonder how she & Alex know each other? And it is strange, why would she be cheering for Alex today? How did she get into the stadium without being interrogated by security?

Layla somehow senses she's on ESPN's camera. She notices Alex has finished his warm-up, so she blows him a kiss and calls out, "Vamos, Alex!"

Cliff: Well, folks, the drama just keeps building here at TMS Canada. Stay tuned, we'll keep you posted.

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:32 PM
And now for something completely different:

Alex takes Layla home and while they are driving, her head is reeling with all that has happened. She begins to feel that revenge is the perfect medicine doctor would never prescribe, so she decides to go for it. As they are saying goodbye on the steps of her house she makes her move. Lowering her gaze to Alex’s [b]luscious[/] lips, she murmurs invitingly:

He motioned to me :wavey:
That he wanted to leave ;)
And go somewhere warm
Where we'd be alone :)
I do not know, what's going on :confused:
But I'm guessing it's an all night thing :lick:

If it's an all night thing
Nobody is gonna make it end :mad:
And if it doesn't begin
Don't worry that I'll that offense :angel:
And if it's an all night thing
And we fall like a tear falling :sad:
To the ground
I'll never come around
And you'll never hear a word from me :angel:
If it's an all night thing :lick:

I walked along, feeling at ease :)
And falling like rain
Into his scheme
He won't let on what that will be :confused:
But I'm guessing
It's an all night thing :lick:

If it's an all night thing
Nobody is gonna make it end :mad:
And if it doesn't begin
Don't worry that I'll take offense :angel:
And if it's an all night thing
And we fall like a tear falling :sad:
To the ground
I'll never come around
And you'll never hear a word from me :angel:
If it's an all night thing :lick:

They kiss and disappear into the building.

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:32 PM
Waking up in her bed, Layla stretches herself contentedly and rolls her eyes. “What on earth was I thinking marrying a younger man?!” But then she remembers what she was thinking and begins to weep hysterically. Alas, her mental state is highly unstable and her husband’s betrayal was the last straw. She can’t pretend to be a cold-hearted bitch anymore. She decides she earned her right to wallow in self-pity for a while, so she turns to her favorite pastime and switches on her beloved karaoke machine to sing a couple of pathetic, self-loathing songs. Notice that she can't resist taping herself. She grabs the microphone and howls:

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye :o
You're just like an angel :angel:
Your skin makes me cry :sad:
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world :)
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special :rolleyes:

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. :eek:
What the hell am I doing here? :confused:
I don't belong here.

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body :drool:
I want a perfect soul :angel:
I want you to notice
When I'm not around :mad:
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special :rolleyes:

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. :eek:
What the hell am I doing here? :confused:
I don't belong here.

He's running out again, :eek:
He's running out
He's run run run running out...
Whatever makes you happy :rolleyes:
Whatever you want
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special... :rolleyes:

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, :eek:
What the hell am I doing here? :confused:
I don't belong here. :(
I don't belong here. :sad:

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:33 PM
The other song is in the same vein, if slightly less sarcastic:

sleepwalking through the all-nite drugstore
baptized in flourescent light
i found religion in the greeting card aisle :angel:
now i know hallmark was right :p
and every pop song on the radio
is suddenly speaking to me :eek:
yeah, art may imitate life
but life imitates t.v. :rolleyes:
'cuz you've been gone exactly two weeks :mad:
two weeks and three days
and let's just say that things look different now ;)
different in so many ways :p

i used to be a superhero :angel:
no one could touch me
not even myself :p
you are like a phone booth
i somehow stumbled into :(
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else :eek:

if i was dressed in my best defenses :mad:
would you agree to meet me for coffee
if i did my tricks with smoke and mirrors :wavey:
would you still know which one was me ;)
if i was naked and screaming
on your front lawn :p
would you turn on the light and come down :eek:
screaming, there's the asshole
who did this to me :fiery:
stripped me of my power
stripped me down :mad:

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:33 PM
i used to be a superhero :angel:
no one could touch me
not even myself :p
you are like a phone booth
i somehow stumbled into :(
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else :eek:

yeah you've been gone exactly two weeks :sad:
two weeks and three days
and now i'm a different person :confused:
different in so many ways
tell me what did you like about me
don't say my strength and daring :(
'cuz now i think i'm at your mercy :eek:
and it's my first time for this kind of thing :confused:

i used to be a superhero :angel:
i would swoop down and save me
from myself :D
you are like a phone booth
that i somehow stumbled into :(
and now look at me
i am just like everybody else :eek:
i am worse than everybody else :sad:

Unfortunately, she forgets to remove the tape from the deck…

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:34 PM
Meanwhile on the tour:

Juan Carlos is overcome with jealousy as he watches Alex and Layla blowing kisses at each other on the big screen in the player’s lounge. Alex had just won and he doesn’t exactly relish the prospect of playing him tomorrow. “Of course, she doesn’t trip and fall over for Alex. :rolleyes: Why does she always have to make ME the laughing stock. Figures he would get all the rewards” he grumbles.

Later on at the press conference, Juan Carlos refuses to answer any questions regarding his wife and as a consequence is fined 1,000,000 $ and has to return his porche. Upset at the thought of losing his favorite car, he decides to play beyond par tomorrow and lose on purpose. Unfortunately his scheme will backfire. Invisible as he is to the media and the ATP managers, no one will notice his quiet form of protest and will assume he just, well… lost to a better player.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:40 PM
Hackie is standing around the practice courts at TMS Canada, lackadaisily watching a tall, impossibly blonde left-hander hit with his coach. She cocks her head to the side as she watches his fluid strokes; for a moment she is lost in his motion. She had come to find her love Juan Carlos, but this man had caught her eye for a moment. She sighs and let go of the fence.

Just as she was about to turn around, a hand grabs her elbow and practically drags her forward. She looks up and sees nothing but anger and determination on Juan Carlos's face. She adjusts her step and tries to calm him down.

Hackie: What's wrong?

Juan Carlos: I saw her. With him.

Hackie: What?!

Juan Carlos (inadvertently shooting Hackie a nasty look): My wife. With Corretja.

Hackie (pause): So?

Juan Carlos: So? Alex & I are headed straight for each other in the draw!

Hackie (still doesn't completely understand, but plays along): Oh.

Juan Carlos: I don't think I could face her on the other side of the court. My marriage has fallen apart, and who does she run to? :rolleyes:

Hackie (understands): She's just trying to get to you.

Juan Carlos (looks at Hackie thoughtfully): She's doing a good job. (sighs) I'm not going to face Alex.

Hackie: You aren't playing him next round, are you?

Juan Carlos: No, we'd meet in the semifinals. But I'm going to stop this before then. I'm going to default my next match.

Hackie :eek:: You can't do that! You'll be fined!

Juan Carlos: I'm already being fined for refusing to speak to the media about this mess with her.

Hackie (thinking out loud): You'll just have to beat her at her own game. Play better than ever in your next match, and the matches after that until you meet him. Show her what she's lost.

Juan Carlos hesitates. He'd rather just nip it in the bud, but there's something in Hackie's voice that makes him decide to go along with her plan.

Juan Carlos: All right.

Hackie puts her arms around his waist, leaning in and smiling.

In the daydream I once had
You were standing oh so sad :sad:
But the way you smiled at me ;)
Made me laugh so awkwardly

And if you ever feel uptight
I'll make you wholesome
And I'll make it right :kiss:
And if you ever fall on your knees
Give me comfort in a bottle, please
Give me comfort in a bottle, please

Though I can't recall your name :confused:
I remember just the same
And you seem so far away :sad:
But I feel you everyday :drool:

And if you're ever feeling down
Just look me up
And I'll be around ;)
And if you ever fall on your knees
Give me comfort in a bottle, please
Give me comfort in a bottle, please

Fly, fly away so high
That you never come back down :o
You make it so hard for me :mad:
To ever wanna be there when you hit the ground :(
Fly, fly you'll never be around :sad:

In the daydream I once had
You were standing oh so sad :sad:
But the way you smiled at me ;)
Made me laugh so awkwardly

And if you ever feel uptight
I'll make you wholesome
And I'll make it right :kiss:
And if you ever fall on your knees
Give me comfort in a bottle please . . .

Juan Carlos feels better about the situation, and continues to walk through the throngs of people with Hackie. A few stare wide-eyed, a few stop in their tracks and watch them pass. Hackie smiles, secretly thrilled she is being mistaken for his new girlfriend.

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:41 PM
Cliff: Well, folks, it's been quite eventful here at TMS Canada, and I'm not just talking about on court! In a scandal fitting of former world #1 Lleyton Hewitt, Juan Carlos Ferrero has been fined $1 million for refusing to answer questions about his wife's behavior. (Video of Juan Carlos, arms crossed over his chest, mouth tightly sealed, flashes across the screen.) Layla Ferrero has been spotted cheering on Alex Corretja, whom Juan Carlos is seeded to meet in the semifinals.

PMac: Corretja completely destroyed Richard Gasquet yesterday. :eek: It was as if he was on the warpath.

Cliff: Well, surely he'd want to avenge his loss to Juan Carlos at the French.

PMac: He didn't have to take it out on Gasquet! Though the kid deserved to be knocked down to earth. Thanks Alex for avenging the US Davis Cup loss on your way to your own revenge!

Cliff: Speaking of American players, it's a travesty of loss so far in Canada for the Americans.

PMac: First Roddick, then Sampras falters in the second round to George Bastl. The Swiss has had Pete's number since Wimbledon '02, defeating him no less than 3 times since that fateful slam. Even though Sampras hasn't won a tournament in 5 years, he is still at the top of his game, still a contender for the Open come August.

Cliff: We begin our second round coverage today with Ferrero, who is playing one of the toughest opponents on the tour, Fabrice Santoro.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. "The Magician"!

Cliff: Patrick, Ferrero has never lost to Santoro. How do you suppose he has managed that so far?

PMac: Juan Carlos always makes mincemeat of the fading Frenchman. He uses that powerful forehand and quick movement around the court to overpower Santoro.

Cliff: Well, it always proves an interesting match! Juan Carlos Ferrero vs Fabrice Santoro, next here on ESPN. Perhaps the match will be peaceful for a change!

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after the match
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PMac: Truly amazing, Cliff. That's the most convincing win we've seen since Tim Henman at Wimbledon.

Cliff: Juan Carlos just crushed Santoro, 6-3, 6-3. Everything was working today--the serve, the forehand, even the backhand! :rolleyes: I wonder if he's heard about Alex's determined play?

PMac: I don't know, Cliff, but he just put in a macho showing himself--a bit surprising for the demure Ferrero. If both can keep it up, it's going to make for a very interesting semifinal match!

TennisHack
08-26-2002, 11:45 PM
Cliff: Patrick, it's been a fabulous tournament so far.

PMac: Yes, there is a surviving American player, James Blake. The youngster has been playing very well this week in Canada, and has a chance to go all the way.

Cliff: Today's first match is Alex Corretja vs Andrei Pavel. There has been a lot of controversy surrounding Corretja this week.

PMac: Indeed, and it only deepens as fans have spotted Ferrero with another young lady this week, though she has not been present at any of his matches.

Cliff: Pavel has won this tournament before, Patrick.

PMac: Yes, he won in Montreal in 2001, on the strength of a weak draw. All of the Americans went out early that year.

Cliff: We saw Corretja's powerful play against up-and-comer Richard Gasquet in the second round. He seems determined to reach the semifinals, that match where he could meet Juan Carlos. What do you think are Pavel's chances against the resurgent Spaniard?

PMac: Well, Cliff, Pavel has had problems since his breakthrough year in '01. He failed to defend his Tennis Masters title, and has all but faded into oblivion since. But I still give him a chance in the match. He's had flashes of brilliance since 2001, after all.

Cliff: Well, I'll have to disagree with you on that, Patrick. Corretja is just playing too well this week. I think he'll get through this match.

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Hackie stealthily sneaks through the crowd at Court 1, happy to note she draws no attention since being seen publically with Juan Carlos. She sits down behind Corretja's change over chair, in a pack of Alex fans. She notes Layla in his section on the end of the bleachers.

I have to help Juan Carlos.

Hackie watches the first set, feeling slightly panicky as Corretja takes it to Pavel, going up 5-0 easily. On the break after Corretja successfully breaks for the second time, Hackie gets as close as she can.

One baby to another says,
"I'm lucky to have met you" :rolleyes:
I don't care what you think :angel:
Unless it is about me :mad:

It is now my duty to completely drain you :D
I travel through a tube
And end up in your infection

Chew your meat for you (yuck!)
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss :kiss:
From my mouth to yours
I like you (NOT!)

With eyes so dilated, :eek:
I've became your pupil :D
You've taught me everything
Without a poison apple
The water is so yellow,
I'm a healthy student :angel:
Indebted and so grateful
Vacuum out the fluids :drool:

Chew your meat for you (yuck!)
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss :kiss:
From my mouth to yours
I like you (NOT!)

One baby to another says,
"I'm lucky to have met you" :rolleyes:
I don't care what you think :angel:
Unless it is about me :mad:

It is now my duty to completely drain you :D
I travel through a tube
And end up in your infection

Chew your meat for you (yuck!)
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss :kiss:
From my mouth to yours

Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins
I'm like you :D

Alex suddenly looks sick to his stomach. He blanches, but tries to shake it off. He gets up to serve out the set.
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PMac: Amazing, Cliff. Corretja has had the easiest time of it in this set, but suddenly loses his serve at love! A slight mental lapse?

Cliff: Well, I don't know if you noticed, I know we weren't on camera when it happened, but apparently Corretja suddenly made to vomit on the last changeover. I wonder if the heat has gotten to him.

Alex loses the next game as well, 5-2.

Cliff: It looks like Alex is calling for the trainer. We'll keep you posted, folks.

Down on court, Hackie smiles as she retreats from the stands. She fails to notice Layla's eyes boring into her back.

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:59 PM
Alex returns to Layla’s house from practice and can’t find her anywhere, so he decides to relax with some music. Switching on the tape, he finds nothing but silence. He rewinds the tape and is not impressed by what he hears, although it has to be said that Layla’s voice is angelic and has the power to hypnotise men in a matter of seconds. :angel:
He begins to feel that Layla will never get over Juan Carlos and his crest falls all way to the ground. Suddenly he’s not sure if he wants to be the rebound guy anymore, he considers himself far too gorgeous for that. :p

When Layla comes home, he confronts her with his discovery. “I don’t think you appreciate me the way you should, you know many women would kill to be in you place right now.” Layla decides to ignore this last remark and in a rare moment of unreserved candor she tells him exactly how she feels.

Most of the time
I'm clear focused all around, *yep, Miss Control Freak*
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground *can’t help it, they’re heavy*
I can follow the path, I can read the signs :D
Stay right with it when the road unwinds
I can handle whatever I stumble upon. *but I trip up first*
I don't even notice he's gone, :o
Most of the time. ;)

Most of the time
It's well understood, :confused:
Most of the time
I wouldn't change it if I could
I can't make it all match up, I can hold my own
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone
I can survive, I can endure *just like Gloria Gaynor*
And I don't even think about him :angel:
Most of the time. ;)

Most of the time
My head is on straight *using neck support*
Most of the time
I'm strong enough not to hate. :fiery:
I don't build up illusion 'til it makes me sick :eek:
I ain't afraid of confusion no matter how thick. :confused:
I can smile in the face of mankind. :D
Don't even remember what his lips felt like on mine :kiss:
Most of the time. ;)

Most of the time
He ain't even in my mind :angel:
I wouldn't know him if I saw him :confused:
He's that far behind. :p *ancient history, baby*
Most of the time
I can't even be sure :confused:
If he was ever with me
Or if I was with him.

Most of the time
I'm halfway content *but the glass is half empty*
Most of the time
I know exactly where it went *down Hackie Lane*
I don't cheat on myself, I don't run and hide *chicken*
Hide from the feelings that are buried inside ;)
I don't compromise and I don't pretend
I don't even care if I ever see him again *oh, sweet indifference*
Most of the time. ;)

Alex is not entirely convinced he caught all the shades and undertones of this confession but he smiles understandingly anyway.

Layla
08-26-2002, 11:59 PM
Later on at the court…

Layla is filled with rage at Hackie’s audacity, but she is torn as to what she should do about it. :confused: On the one hand, she wants to go over there immediately and shut her up for good, but on the other hand she feels responsible for what is happening on the courts and knows she should try to help Alex somehow. This indecision is only momentary though, since the devil inside :fiery: takes over and moves her body until it is positioned right behind Hackie’s unsuspecting back. But before she proceeds to do something unmentionable to her nemesis, the angelic side :angel: wakes up and in the nick of time removes her hand from the position where it might do some permanent damage. Layla concentrates on Alex for the moment and begins to sing to him while he is waiting for the trainer. She finds the perfect volume, just loud enough for Alex to hear, but not so loud as to alert the security. She hasn’t watched enough episodes of MacGyver to feel confident that she could come up with another trick like that. All she can do is copy him anyhow, since no one can be as creative as MacGyver and she harbors no illusions about her genius.

I call you when I need you
And my heart's on fire :fiery:
You come to me, come to me
Wild and wire :eek:
You come to me, give me everything I need :drool:

You bring a lifetime of promises
And a world of dreams :kiss:
You speak the language of love :hearts:
Like you know what it means
And it can't be wrong ;)
Take my heart and make it strong :D

Cause you're simply the best :hearts:
Better than all the rest *pffft*
Better than anyone
Anyone I ever meet :angel:
I'm stuck on your heart :hearts:
I hang on every word you say :o
Tear us apart
Baby I would rather be dead :eek:

Deep in your heart :hearts:
I see the star
Of every night and every day
And in your eyes I get lost :confused:
I get washed away
Just as long as I'm here in your arms :drool:
I could be in no better place
Cause you're simply the best :kiss:

Alex looks at her gratefully, but the same couldn’t be said of Andrei, who seems to be gettting more and more frustrated:

Hey you! Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere else? Ferrero is playing on Court # 3, you know. he quips sarcastically.

You’re ruining my concentration here. Honey, go get the baby, I think we need some back up.

But then he lightens up, seeing that the situation is so ridiculous. He turns to Alex and jokes:

Lol are we really so boring that we need all this extra drama just to prevent people from falling asleep during our matches. Maybe you can try pumping some fists and roaring, and I’ll try to trip over my feet as much as I can. That’s what we call division of labor in Romania. Let’s give the public what they want, that stuff seems to get them excited. So what do you say? COME ON!

[i]Alex laughs and returns to the court feeling a whole lot better. The nausea he felt has misteriously disappeared even before the trainer could find the right court.[/l]

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:07 AM
Cliff: Well, Patrick, it certainly has been an eventful day.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. The Corretja-Pavel match was quite entertaining! In the first set, Corretja was up 5-0, then suddenly looked sick to his stomach and proceeded to lose the next two games, one when he was serving for the set. During the medical time out, while he was waiting for the trainer to get there from Stadium Court (Marcelo Rios was bitching at Dougy Spreen about a new knee pad), like magic, Alex looked better and insisted on a normal changeover time.

Cliff: Perhaps more amazing, Pavel didn't object.

PMac: Corretja went on to take the first set, 6-2, and the second 6-3. A routine win for him today, though he played up to the crowd a little.

Cliff: So did Pavel. (Video of Pavel making faces and exchanging words after good points with Corretja)

PMac: Juan Carlos Ferrero also had a good win earlier today, defeating Fabrice Santoro convincingly--6-3, 6-3. He was playing very well. His game was tight for the whole match, as he made only 10 unforced errors! :eek:

Cliff: Now, Patrick, these two are headed right for each other in the draw, they are seeded to meet in the semifinals. They have been the talk of the tournament so far. As we told you earlier, Juan Carlos Ferrero has levied a fine of $1 million for refusing to speak to the media about his wife's escapades. (The same video as before Juan Carlos's match is played again.) Alex Corretja has been dragged into this because he's been seen with Layla Ferrero on the grounds here. (A bad picture of Layla flashes on screen as the boys discuss her :D)

PMac: Juan Carlos has been spotted with someone else as well. It's quite the story, since both Ferrero & Corretja are private guys. One has to wonder why they are suddenly airing their laundry in public.

Cliff: One also has to wonder if either of them have looked past their possible semifinal clash. Waiting in the wings could be Carlos Moya.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. Moya has decimated his half of the draw, taking out former world #1 Lleyton Hewitt in three tough sets; then "the second Goran", Mario Ancic, in three sets as well, 7-6 in the third. That was a close match, I really believed Ancic could pull it off, but he ran out of gas at the end.

Cliff: It was a good showing by the Croat. Ancic has only gotten better since the U.S. Open '02, where he made a run to the Round of 16 as a qualifier.

PMac: Moya plays Agassi in the third round here in Canada, Cliff. Agassi is a former top player himself, though he's struggled a bit in the majors.

Cliff: Do you think he was broken when Safin defeated him in the final of the Open in '02? (;))

PMac: I think he had to take a long assessment of his career, Cliff. He took time off last year when Steffi gave birth to their second child--a daughter--and seems to have come back strong this year, winning in Scottsdale & LA.

Cliff: His best showing this year in a major was at Wimbledon, when he got to the quarterfinals. Tim Henman managed to clip him there in a long, tough battle.

PMac: Indeed. He's taken time off since Wimbledon, and has played some good, if long, matches here in Canada. I think he'll give Moya a good test. I'd even give him a chance to win it, Cliff.

Cliff: I'm not sure about that, Patrick, Moya has turned hard courts into his best surface. Either way, that's how it's looking here in Canada. Ferrero & Corretja through to the third round and headed right for each other in the draw; Carlos Moya waiting on the other side. We'll see you tomorrow!

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:10 AM
Cliff: A warm hello to our audience today here at the Tennis Masters Series Canada. We have third round coverage for you today. Today's feature match is James Blake vs Paradorn Srichaphan.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. This is going to be a tough match for James. Srichaphan (he mangles it horribly) has always given Blake fits, especially after that great Washington win in 2002. Paradorn has even taken some matches from Blake since then.

Cliff: Other matches for the day: Alex Corretja vs Stefan Koubek on Court #1, and Juan Carlos Ferrero vs Thomas Johansson on the Grandstand.

PMac: Well, Cliff, Koubek's always tough on the hard courts. He's a solid player, the type to wear his opponent down. He doesn't have much firepower off the ground, but he can run down a lot of balls. Corretja will have his work cut out for him.

Cliff: What about Juan Carlos?

PMac: You know, Johansson has been struggling with injuries the past few years. He Grand Slam wins down under were abberations to the sport--I think we were all surprised when he successfully defended his Australian Open title twice in a row.

Cliff: Taking out Tommy Haas last year, and former world #1 Lleyton Hewitt this year.

PMac: Right. But Thomas can give his opponent problems, especially when he's on his serve. He also loves a target up at the net. Ferrero will also have a difficult match. (There's something in his voice as he says this, as if he wants one of the Spaniards to lose :angel: )

Cliff: We'll be bringing you full coverage of James Blake when we return.

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Hackie wanders the tournament grounds, milling with the crowds. She doesn't like to watch her love Juan Carlos play, she's too afraid she'd jinx him. She was stunned and disappointed when her attempt to sabatoge Corretja's match backfired, but she saw the highlights that night--she found that Layla was onto her :fiery: But as long as Juan Carlos was still in the tournament, she was quite content to wander the grounds, worrying her brains out.

Hackie notices the same tall, blonde left-hander in a match on one of the outside courts. She approaches the fence to watch (standing room only) and after a few games, learns he is Jarkko Nieminen. Jarkko seems to be enjoying himself on the court, playing toe-to-toe with the other player, Max Mirnyi. She smiles to herself, quite enjoying the feeling she has as she watches the impossibly blonde boy.

Restless, she leaves as Jarkko ties the first set at 3. She mills around some more, barely noticing as the wind picks up considerably. The next thing she nows, it's dark as night, black storm clouds gathering in the sky threatening to litter rain, and maybe even hail, upon the minions below.

Hackie becomes nervous.

As the first raindrops fall, she ducks for cover under one of the stands. She notes large crowds of people leaving the stadium under umbrellas, and suddenly her heart is struck with fear, deep, dark and black, that she'd only known once before.

As the crowds thicken, Hackie runs screaming towards the Grandstand Court. The rain is coming fast and furious now, lightning streaking the sky, thunder rolling.

She runs onto the now-empty court, fear and despair growing as she realizes her love Juan Carlos is nowhere to be found--or anyone else for that matter. She moves to the net, thoroughly soaked.

Met him in a hotel :o
Met him in a hotel :o
Beneath ground
Tell me that he's missing !!
Tell me this is one for
Lollipop Gestapo
You were wild
Where are you now?
You were wild
Where are you now?

<operatic> Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More </operatic>

I-I-I-I
have to learn
to let you
crash down
I-I-I-I
have to learn
to let you
crash

Met him in a hotel :o
Met him in a hotel :o
You say he's the biggest thing
There'll be this year :rolleyes:
I guess that what I'm seeking
I guess that what I'm seeking
Isn't here :sad:

Met him in a hotel :o
Met him in a guess world
Guessed anyone but you :fiery:
You were wild
Where are you now?
You were wild
Where are you now?

<operatic> Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More
Give me
More </operatic>

I-I-I-I
have to learn
to let you
crash down
I-I-I-I
have to learn
to let you
crash

:confused: Where are the velvets? Where?
:confused: Where are the velvets?
:confused: When you're coming down?

:confused: Where are the velvets? Where?
:confused: Where are the velvets?
:confused: When you're coming down?

You were wild
Where are you now?
You were wild
Where are you now?
You were wild

King Solomon's mines
Exit 75
I'm still alive
I'm still alive
I'm still alive . . .

Hackie cries and curls down, fingering the net like a lost child. She hears someone shouting for her--

Hac-kie! Hac-kie!

Juan Carlos has braved the rain to find her! She waves to him as he walks onto the court.

She is so grateful to see him, and of course he only looks sexier in the rain :D She kisses him, at first happy to not be alone, but then passionately. He breaks away and hugs her tightly.

I was afraid I'd lost you.

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:12 AM
Hackie yawns and turns on her side. She opens her eyes, surprised for a moment that she is lying on the softest mattress she'd ever imagined. She moves a bit and notices her clothes rumpled on the floor :eek: Looking around suspciously, she very gently turns completely around in the bed.

Her love Juan Carlos is facing her, asleep. He looks so angelic :angel:, as if a worry had never creased his brow. His head is turned slightly down, so it is somewhat of a chore to kiss him on the lips.

He stirs, then opens his eyes and smiles.

Juan Carlos: Hello.

Hackie: Hello.

Juan Carlos moves closer, to hug her. Hackie is filled with a great peace, but this makes her anxious. For her whole life, she's never felt "well" or even "still". She tries to shrug it off, however, touching his face.

We've got the afternoon ;)
You've got this room for two
One thing I've left to do
Discover me discovering you :o

One mouth to every inch of
Your skin like porcelian :angel:
One pair of candied lips :kiss: and
Your bubblegum tongue :lick:

And if you want love
We'll make it :drool:
Swin in a deep sea
of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break them :eek:
This is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
I'll use my hands :kiss:
Your body is a wonderland

Something 'bout the way
Your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take
When crawling towards the pillowcase

You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I'll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

And if you want love
We'll make it :drool:
Swin in a deep sea
of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break them :eek:
This is bound to be awhile

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
I'll use my hands :kiss:
Your body is a wonderland

Damn, baby
You frustrate me :mad:
I know you're mine
All mine
All mine :drool:
But you look so good
It hurts sometimes ;)

Juan Carlos blushes.

Your body is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder
I'll use my hands :kiss:
Your body is a wonderland

Do I have to tell the story
of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met?
It's a big enough umbrella
But it's always me
that ends up getting wet

Juan Carlos laughs and smiles.

Juan Carlos: I have to play my match today!

Hackie: I know. But I'll still be here. :kiss:

Juan Carlos: Of course, I don't have to leave quite yet . . .

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:12 AM
Layla is mighty pleased with herself for helping Alex win that match, and more importantly, for outsmarting the other woman. :p She decides to celebrate the festive occasion with a drink. Unfortunately, she has quite forgotten the effect drinking has on her. After a couple of cocktails with names she never even heard of before, she stumbles out of the bar without even noticing that it has started to pour. Only after she is thoroughly drenched to the bone does she realize it’s raining. The rain immediately sours her mood as she remembers the first time she met Juanqui in Umag.

Moya was the king of Umag of course, king of the nightclubs, king of the hearts and king of the centre court. All the local women were crazy about him, but Layla was immediately drawn to a shy, unassuming and unbearably sexy guy dancing all by himself while most members of the female population all but stripped themselves naked to get Moya’s attention. Layla thanked her lucky stars that not many casual tennis fan knew about Ferrero at the time. Now it would be a different story of course, which is part of the reason she never let her husband go back to Umag.

With a sharp pang she remembers that she would never again stop him from going anywhere and she leans on the nearest wall. Before she knows it, she’s singing again.

the wind is ruthless
the trees shake angry fingers at the sky :mad:
the people hunch their shoulders
hold their collars over their ears and run by
it's a cold rain :sad:
it's a hard rain
like the kind that you find in songs
i guess that makes me the jerk with the heartache
here to sing you about how i've been done wrong :fiery:

and i am sitting, watching
out the window of the coffee shop
and i am waiting, waiting
waiting for it to let up :(
i am rocking like a cradle
warming my hands with the cup in between
i am leaning over the table
holding my face over the steam :o

and before it gets so cold
that the rain turns to snow :eek:
there's just a couple things
i'd like to know :confused:

like how could you do nothing
and say, i'm doing my best :confused:
how could you take almost everything
and then come back for the rest :mad:
how could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as i agreed :fiery:

it just all slips
away so slowly
you don't even notice till you've lost a lot
i've been like one of those zombies :eek:
in vegas
pouring quarters into a slot
and now i'm tired
and i am broke :(
and i feel stupid and i feel used :mad:
and i'm at the end of my little rope
and i am swinging back and forth
about you

before it gets so cold
that the rain turns to snow :eek:
there's just a couple things
i'd like to know :confused:

like how could you do nothing
and say, i'm doing my best :confused:
how could you take almost everything
and then come back for the rest :mad:
how could you beg me to stay,
reach out your hands and plead
and then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as i agreed :fiery:

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:13 AM
The rain delay forces Juan Carlos to ponder about his miserable love life again. Only on the court is he able to dismiss the gloomy thoughts that haunt him night and day. No matter what he might do or say ;) he misses Layla terribly, yet has no idea what to do. The thought of her sleeping with his best friend is driving him crazy, but more than anything, he longs to be able to forgive her. Of course it doesn’t occur to him that Layla might not be the one who needs to be forgiven, because he did not technically :rolleyes: cheat on her, at least not physically. :angel: As he walks around the grounds he hears a familiar voice singing and it pierces his heart with a sadness such as he had never heard before. “I can’t take this anymore” he cries. “My wife is hurting and I need to make her pain go away. And my. Oh this is ridiculous, I’ll just ask her to take me back.”

He walks up to his wife but doesn’t notice how drunk she is. He touches her hand gently but she is so startled she snatches it away. Not that she wouldn’t snatch it if she saw him coming.

Come on Layla, let’s put a stop to this madness. I can’t leave without you. I don’t care what you did, I just want you back.

Fiery red flames escape from Layla’s eyes but they are not the fames of passion. Making her sound like the bad guy in this doesn’t exactly agree with her, so she proceeds to tell him a piss of her mind. Had she been sober she probably wouldn’t spew all her rage in such an unseemly manner, but then again she might.

think i'm going for a walk now :p
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you
i could make you happy you know :)
if you weren't already :rolleyes:
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer
the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half :mad:
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever :p
and i hate to say it but
you're perfect together :rolleyes:

so fuck you :fiery:
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch :mad:
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much :confused:

two-thirty in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
a safe haven of sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down
the top 20 country songs :eek:
and out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
y'know, i don't look forward
to seeing you again soon
you'll look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
and i won't know what to do
and i won't know what to say :confuse:

except fuck you :fiery:
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch :mad:
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much :confused:

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking :confused:
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you :fiery:
and your untouchable face
and fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch :mad:
and who am i
i bet you can't even tell me that much :confused:

Juan Carlos is taken aback. This is the side of his wife he never expected to see. Her rage spill onto him and into his heart until he is filled with it just like her. Without a word he turns around and runs off thinking that it might be a good idea to forget about her for ever and ever and ever.

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:17 AM
Juan Carlos looked down as he bounced the new tennis ball. Practice time was not only a time to think about the match ahead, but also a time to assauge his conscience and assure himself everything was right with the world. Of course, usually everything was right with the world if his conditioning was good, not to mention his confidence. But now, everything was complicated.

He was quite surprised, not to mentioned enraged, when his plea to Layla was dismissed with venom. How could he have not known about this side of her? They were together for so long . . . she was always the sweetest person imaginable . . .

He served as he thought, barely noticing the poor quality.

After being rejected by Layla, it occurred to him that Hackie was nowhere to be found. Now he wished mightily that he had done everything differently, not allowed Hackie to kiss him, not spilled his fear, not taken her home. He had all but ruined his chance of getting Layla back.

On the flip side, Hackie wasn't such a bad companion. She was either quiet as a mouse or loud and fun, singing him silly songs with that beautiful voice. As he retrieves balls from the back of the court, he glances over at her. She's in one of her quiet moods now, curled in his jacket watching Jarkko Nieminen on the next court over.

Juan Carlos looks over at his coach. Antonio is staring at him, mouth agape, arms flailing.

Antonio: Is this what it takes to get your attention nowadays?

Juan Carlos: Sorry. What's wrong?

Antonio (gives him one of those 'duh' looks): What's wrong? Have you even been paying attention to your serving today? It's horrible! The slider out wide is going off-the-charts long, the T serve is in the net every time.

Juan Carlos: I guess I was a bit preoccupied.

Antonio glances at Hackie, then marches over to Juan Carlos and lowers his voice.

Antonio: Look, I don't know what's going on in your life, but you can't let it distract you on court. (Another glance to Hackie.) Though I never figured you for a one night stand type.

Juan Carlos: It's not her I'm worried about, it's Layla. She's gone. Maybe for good.

Antonio :rolleyes:: I know she's with Corretja now, but you have your own new girlfriend! At any rate, you've got to concentrate on your tennis if you want to continue into the week! Now pay attention, and give me some more serves!

Antonio walks back to the other side of the court. Juan Carlos sighs, rolls his own eyes, and continues with his drills.

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:18 AM
Hmmm hmmm hmmm.

Hackie wanders aimlessly through the hair care aisle of the local market. She was humming a nameless tune as she looked over the boxes of hair dye.

She stops suddenly and picks up a box that promises the same impossibly blonde shade that was Jarkko Nieminen's natural color. She studies it carefully as Juan Carlos laughs.

Juan Carlos: Oh, no, not that blonde!

Hackie smiles and laces her arm through his, still holding the box.

Hackie: You promised me if you won your match against Corretja, you'd dye your hair blonde again.

Juan Carlos: Let's not get too carried away, though. I like Jarkko's hair, too, but not on me :D

Hackie shrugs and replaces the box. They continue down the aisle, still arm in arm. Hackie is looking at the dye boxes, but Juan Carlos is having a hard time concentrating on the task at hand. He's just glad the market isn't busy, he's had enough autograph seekers the whole tournament to last him a lifetime.

Hackie looks at him from the corner of her eye and notices he's not having much fun. She doesn't like this.

Hackie: Hey, look at this!!

She pulls Juan Carlos past the hair dyes, onto the revolving column of glasses. She picks out a boxy, black pair and puts them on. Juan Carlos laughs at her expression. She turns to him.

What's with these homies, dissin' my girl?
Why do they gotta front? :rolleyes:
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent? :confused:

(Woo-hoo) But you know I'm yours ;)
(Woo-hoo) And I know you're mine :hearts:
(Woo-hoo, and that's for all time)

Oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care about that

Juan Carlos bursts out laughing. Hackie smiles, and they begin to dance in the middle of the aisle.

Don't you ever fear, I'm always near ;)
I know that you need help :eek:
Your tongue is twisted, your eyes are slit :o
You need a guardian :D

(Woo-hoo) And you know I'm yours ;)
(Woo-hoo) And I know you're mine :hearts:
(Woo-hoo, and that's for all time)

Oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care about that
I don't care about that

Bang! Bang! Knock on the door
Another big bang and your down on the floor
Oh no! What do we do? :o
Don't look now but I lost my shoe :D
I can't run and I can't kick
What's a matter babe are you feelin' sick? :sad:
What's a matter, what's a matter, what's a matter you?
What's a matter babe, are you feelin' blue? :sad:

Oo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly
Oh-oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore
I don't care what they say about us anyway
I don't care about that
I don't care about that

Juan Carlos dips her and laughs out loud. He kisses her.

What would I do without you?

Hackie's face lights up, and suddenly Juan Carlos really wonders what he'd do without her. She'd lightened his days since Layla left, and been a kind, genuine companion. Was it really so terrible that he continue seeing her?

Hackie pulls the blonde dye from the shelf again.

Juan Carlos: I love you, but no way.

They stare at each other, dye forgotten, when those words slip from his mouth.

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:24 AM
Layla wakes up in the middle of the night still every bit as hungover as when she went to bed. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/puke.gif Alex is peacefully snoring away next to her http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nighty.gif but that’s not the only reason she can’t go back to sleep. She slips out of bed quietly and finds refuge on the balcony. She is terribly upset over what happened yesterday http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sad2.gif and she would give anything to be able to take her harsh, bitter words back.

Now Juanqui will never want me back. But what he did was unforgievable. Why would I even want him to want me back? Because you love him silly goose. Like many times in the last few days tears start to fall down her cheeks again.

It's coming on Christmas http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/santa_2.gif
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/reindeer.gif
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/puppy_dog_eyes.gif

But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money :D
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/gojerry.gif
Oh I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Oh I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby cry. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/whinging.gif
He tried hard to help me
He put me at ease http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/spin2.gif
Lord, he loved me so naughty http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sex.gif
Made me weak in the knees
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/devil_2.gif
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cry.gif
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
Oh I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif
Oh I wish I had a river
I made my baby cry. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/whinging.gif
It's coming on Christmas http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/santa_2.gif
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/reindeer.gif
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/puppy_dog_eyes.gif

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:25 AM
Alex, woken up by her hauntingly beautiful, melancholy voice, gently puts his arms around her and begins to kiss her neck ever so lightly. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sloppy.gif This brings a smile to Layla’s distraught face and she turns around to give him a long, passionate kiss.[/i] “Now will you tell me what happened?” Alex coaxes. Layla hangs down her head in shame http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/jpshakehead.gif and relates to him how she hurt Juan Carlos and how she is an evil, evil person. :fiery: Alex is secretly rejoicing that she told her husband off like that. It gives him more hope than he ever imagined possible. Besides, he is becoming more and more angry with Juan Carlos. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/madgo.gif He can’t believe he cheated on such a sweet, sweet girl http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif and now has the gall to play with her head. But part of him is worried about their friendship. Juan Carlos is a great guy after all and he wouldn’t want to lose him, especially not over a woman. Such breakups are always so final. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dark2.gif He runs his hand affectionately through Layla’s hair and says: “Look, here’s a piece of advice my mother once gave me. I never believed in it until now. Just hear me out.” He begins to sing in a deep, sexy voice:

If you're down, and confused and you don't remember, who you're talking to. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/huh.gif
Concentration slips away cause your baby is so far away. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/redface2.gif
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif

Don't be angry, don't be sad, don't sit crying over good times you had. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/mecry.gif
There's a man, right next to you and he's just waiting for something to do. :wavey:
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif

Turn your heartache right into joy. You're a girl and he’s a boy.
So get it together, make it nice and you won’t need any more advice. http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/luvdup.gif
And there's a rose in a fisted glove, and the eagle flies with the dove.
And if you can't be, with the one you love, honey, love the one you're with. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif

Layla is moved by his words and begins to feel he might be right. As an absolutist when it comes to love, she never thought she would agree with this song, but she could definitely warm up to the idea of waking up in Alex’s arms every morning. He has been nothing but amazing to her and she knows she feels more than gratitude. After the song, Alex looks her in the eyes and says:

“Look, I know you still love him. That’s ok. Such deep feelings can’t just disappear when you want them to. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/egging.gif But I’m here and he’s not. :p I never meant this to be a one-night stand, you should know that. That’s not who I am, no matter what you might have heard. :angel: So I guess what I’m asking is what do you want from me?”

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:25 AM
Layla doesn’t have to think. She bursts into an intense, half-jesting, half-earnest rendition of a popular song:

Where have all the good men gone http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/lookaround.gif
And where are all the gods
Where's the street-wise Hercules http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sprite10.gif
To fight the rising odds? http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ninja.gif
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream
of what I need

I need a hero http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/bravo.gif
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sprite10.gif
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/knifed.gif
I need a hero http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/bravo.gif
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon :drool:
And he's gotta be larger than life

Somewhere after midnight
In my wildest fantasy :drool:
Somewhere just beyond my reach
There's someone reaching back for me
Racing on the thunder end rising with the heat
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rafwings.gif

I need a hero http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/bravo.gif
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sprite10.gif
And he's gotta be fast http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dark2.gif
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/knifed.gif
I need a hero http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/bravo.gif
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon :drool:
And he's gotta be larger than life

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above
Out where the lightning splits the sea
I would swear that there's someone somewhere
Watching me http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/errrr.gif

Through the wind end the chill and the rain http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cold.gif
And the storm and the flood
I can feel his approach
Like the fire in my blood http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ukliam2.gif

Layla
08-27-2002, 12:26 AM
Alex laughs and has an immediate response to this:

Would you dance
if asked you to dance http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/wiggle2.gif
Would you run
and never look back http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/eek4.gif
Would you cry
if you saw me crying http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/icon5.gif
would you save my soul tonight

Would you tremble
if I touched your lips :o
Would you laugh http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif
oh please tell me this
Now would you die http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dead.gif
for the one you love
Hold me in your arms tonight

I can be your hero baby :cool:
I can kiss away the pain :kiss:
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/smileywhite.gif

Would you swear
that you'll always be mine
Would you lie http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/tung2.gif
would you remember
My angel be have I lost my mind :angel:
I don't care you're here tonight

I can be your hero baby :cool:
I can kiss away the pain :kiss:
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/smileywhite.gif


Ohhh I just wanna hold you,
I just wanna hold you,
oh yeah
My angel be have I lost my mind :angel:
I don't care you're here tonight

I can be your hero baby :cool:
I can kiss away the pain :kiss:
(Oh yeah)
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away

I can be your hero baby http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sprite10.gif

Layla teases him for wooing her with such a cheesy song by Kurnikova’s loverboy, but her heart is now filled with joy. She throws her arms around him exclaiming “My hero!” :hearts: “Come on honey, let’s go back to bed” he says and sweeps her off her feet and into his strong arms, while she giggles uncontrollably like a schoolgirl. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/lol.gif

TennisHack
08-27-2002, 12:28 AM
Cliff: A warm welcome to Tennis Masters Series Canada, men's semifinal day. Today's featured match: Juan Carlos Ferrero vs Alex Corretja.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. Right on schedule, these two have met in one of the most exciting semifinal battles since the '97 final, where great American Chris Woodruff defeated a red-hot Guga Kuerten.

Cliff: Perhaps just as interesting as the on-court story is the off-court story surrounding these two players.

PMac: Indeed. It all started Wednesday, when Ferrero was fined for not speaking to the press about his wife's erratic behavior. Since then, Layla Ferrero (same horrible picture as before) has been seen watching Alex Corretja's matches, and Ferrero has been seen in the company of another young lady himself.

Cliff: Patrick, how do you think the players will react to each other on court, both knowing it's their personal lives, not their tennis, that is grabbing headlines?

PMac: The Spaniards have never really been showy on court, Cliff, and if anything, I think they will be even scappier today, to show everyone their game is more important than their love lives.

Cliff: Speaking of Spaniards, Patrick, Carlos Moya, not surprisingly, is playing in the other semifinal. He's playing against Jarkko Nieminen, the hot young Finn.

PMac: Amazing, isn't it, Cliff? No Americans left in Canada.

Cliff: Do you think Moya can handle the heavy-handed Finnish player?

PMac: Well, Cliff, Nieminen has posted some really good results this year, defeating Roddick, Sampras, and Agassi on hard courts and clay. He picked up another title on clay this year, in Estoril. He's also one of the few players who can translate his game to grass, making the 4th round of Wimbledon this year--that amazing match where he ousted Lleyton Hewitt after 5 previous losses.

Cliff: Moya has never played Nieminen. Do you think he will get a handle on his game early, or will it take him a set?

PMac: If Moya can get an early break, he should win this match comfortably.

Cliff: Ferrero & Corretja have just walked out on court. We'll return after this break.

Layla
08-27-2002, 01:33 PM
Layla wakes up in Alex’s arms and for the first time in days she feels almost happy. She wakes him up with a soft kiss http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sloppy.gif and watches with delight as his lips form a blissful smile before he even opens his eyes. “Morning beautiful” he murmurs as he draws her near, and they disappear under the covers for another hour or so. :lick:

Later on at breakfast, they can’t take they eyes off each other. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif

I hope I won’t forget how to play tennis out there. I can’t stop thinking about you.

Layla blushes and says “You’re not gonna break my heart, are you?

Of course not, sweetheart! I’m the nicest player on the tour, ask anybody. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel4.gif Well, except Lleyton perhaps… He probably thinks I’m self-righteous and condescending lol http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif

Layla laughs http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/eek3.gif but something in the way he turned this into a joke fills her with a strange sense of foreboding http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/really.gif , which she promptly kicks back under the rug, and decides to sing him a song instead:

If you offered me a shade of blue
would I return it saying that it was too
dark or light? http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/headshake.gif
Or would I see it for the precious thing
that it might one day be?
Hold on to me http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/burnout.gif

If you offered me a point of view
would I dismiss it saying that it was too
black and white? :rolleyes:
Or would I see it as the special thing
That it would no doubt be?
Hold on to me http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/burnout.gif

I'll hold on to this gift we share
it is as slippery as it is rare http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/balloon.gif
I'll hold on to that feeling
of waking and finding you there :lick:
I'll hold on to you and you hold on to me http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/hug.gif

If I asked you for a simple thing
Would you do it without too much thinking or fuss? http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/think.gif
Would you see it for the precious thing
that it would surely be?
Hold on to me http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/burnout.gif

Layla
08-27-2002, 01:34 PM
Alex laughs.

This song doesn’t make any sense to me. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dunno.gif I’m sure you already know how precious I am. :D

Are you worried about today’s big showdown? I’m sure Juan Carlos will be out for revenge. http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/redbite.gif

Oh don’t worry about me. I can handle it. If he wants to spank me I’ll just pretend I’m your knight in shining armour, protecting the reputation of my lady. He needs to be taught a lesson. I’m more worried about you. You’ll be there right?

Of course I’ll be there, I’ll be your # 1 cheerleader http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cheering.gif But I’ve never ever cheered against him. It certainly won’t be easy. Maybe it’s best if I just keep my eyes on you. ;)

Just be careful, alright.

She kisses him goodbye as he sets out to fight what might be the match of his career. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/2M16.gif Taking off his jacket in the locker room he finds Layla’s tape which had completely slipped his mind. He feels that he should give the tape to Juan Carlos, who is probably convinced his wife hates him. It wouldn’t be a fair contest if Juan Carlos doesn’t have all the facts, he reasons. It wouldn’t be right to keep this a secret. He decides to go through with this and hand over the tape during practice. He feels better about himself after this decision, but maybe his real motivation is to rattle Juan Carlos before the match http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nogood.gif. Not that he would ever realise it of course. :p

TennisHack
08-28-2002, 04:46 AM
Hackie smiles as she rests her head on the fence. The gentle thwacking of the tennis balls between Juan Carlos & Antonio as they practice is her soundtrack to the morning.

It was the big day, the final showdown--semifinal Saturday at TMS Canada. Hackie is excited, as she will be making her match appearance debut. She had been unsure of it at first, but it didn't take much convincing on Juan Carlos's part to have her there--all he had to do was agree to the hair dye :D

The sun break through the trees and warms her face as she stands there. Could life had been better than that moment? She was standing on one of the private practice courts, watching her love Juan Carlos finish his early practice. In the past week, she had met, slept with, and wrangled an agreement for a blonde state from her love, in fact. But perhaps it was *too perfect* of a moment.

Hackie jolts suddenly, looking out to see Alex Corretja headed her way. She ducks behind the bench, not wanting Alex to see her and potentially recognize her from her failed sabatoge. She has nothing to worry about, however, as Alex doesn't throw so much as a glance her way.

Alex: Juan Carlos.

Juan Carlos: Alex.

Alex :rolleyes:: Look, Ferrero, I figured this wasn't fair to keep from you. But I just want you to know, she isn't suffering without you.

Juan Carlos suddenly knows it's a message from his wife, and even from her far away vantage point, she can see him stiffen at the thought.

Juan Carlos: Thank you. He takes the tape from Corretja and stuffs it in his pocket.

Alex turns and walks off.

Hackie stands up from behind the bench and goes to Juan Carlos.

Hackie: Are you okay?

Juan Carlos (doesn't notice her for a moment): What? Oh, yeah. Um, could you hold onto this for me? Until after the match, that is. :)

Hackie: Of course :hearts:

Juan Carlos: Antonio, I think I'm finished for the morning. I'm going to the locker room to prepare.

Hackie looks at the tape, lines of strain suddenly filling her aface. OF COURSE Layla would send him a message today, to try to throw him off track! That bitch!! Hackie's eyes narrow.

I have it now. :fiery:

TennisHack
08-28-2002, 04:59 AM
What is it about his hair?

This question runs through Hackie's mind as she caresses Juan Carlos's still damp hair. Hackie can sense her love Juan Carlos's nervousness about this match, and had just embraced him to keep him from pacing around the players' lounge.

She puts her lips close to his ear in an attempt to calm him down.

Half of what I say is meaningless :sad:
But I say it just to reach you, Juanqui :o

Juanqui, Juanqui, ocean child
Calls me :angel:
So I sing a song of love, Juanqui :kiss:

Juanqui, seashell eyes
Windy smile, calls me :angel:
So I sing a song of love, Juanqui :kiss:

His hair of floating sky is shimmering
Glimmering
In the sun :hearts:

Juanqui, Juanqui, morning moon
Touch me :drool:
So I sing a song of love, Juanqui :kiss:
When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind
Juanqui :angel:

Juanqui, sleeping sand
Silent cloud, touch me :drool:
So I sing a song of love for Juanqui :kiss:
Hum hum hum . . . calls me

So I sing a song of love for
Juanqui :kiss:

Juan Carlos relaxes, enchanted by Hackie's version of the song. He holds her close, forgetting about Layla's tape for the moment. Though he had not spoken the three magic words to Hackie since the incident in the market, his heart was definitely warming to her.

He knew he would be okay, as long as she was there for him. :D

TennisHack
08-28-2002, 05:17 AM
Cliff: Patrick, this has been a closely contested match so far. For those of you just joining us, we're at 3-all in the second set, Juan Carlos Ferrero taking the first set in a tiebreak.

PMac: The longest tiebreak in Canadian history, Cliff, at 15-13. The boys have brought their clay-court style with them today, in full force.

Cliff: They have also brought their supporters. (Split screen with Hackie on one side, trying her best to look natural and relaxed, Layla on the other side cheering for Alex as if she knows she's on TV) We finally meet the elusive girl that Juan Carlos has been seen with.

PMac: Not much to look at, is she? Unlike the Safinettes, that is :D

Cliff: Uh-oh, looks like a call didn't go the right way for Corretja.

On court, Corretja has exploded at the chair umpire, pointing to a mark on the far singles line where he thinks Juan Carlos's second serve ace was out. Juan Carlos stands in the back of his court, hands on hips, as he watches Alex completely lose it. The chair umpire gives Corretja some lip of his own, insisting that he cannot overrule a call from the other side of the court.

Suddenly Alex shoots daggers at Juan Carlos, then stalks back to return serve.

Cliff: We can see the replay here.

PMac: That was a tough call, Cliff. You know they can't overrule from that far away. I wonder if this will speed things along :rolleyes:

Juan Carlos serves, a heavy kick out wide. Alex unloads on the return, each time aiming right for Juan Carlos's little body. Juan Carlos approaches the net for a short volley, but Alex zooms up and slaps the volley right back at him, hitting him in the chest.

PMac: Now that's just unsportsmanlike. He says this as Juan Carlos stands at net, gulping for air.

Juan Carlos looks across at Alex and wonders what the hell is his problem? He's never gone this beserk over a line call before.

Cliff: Now THAT was painful.

PMac: Yeah, it doesn't look like Ferrero is getting up. Instant replay!!

In sickening slow motion, Juan Carlos lunges for a forehand, landing awkwardly on his right leg. He moves the wrong way, sitting down hard on the court, grasping his leg and crying out in pain.

Hackie is immediately out of her seat, howling like a child as she fights her way onto court.

Alex seems surprised at himself, his face a palette of fleeting emotions--anger, satisfaction, jealously, glee.

Juan Carlos is now lying in a ball on the scorching hot court, his arms wrapped around his right leg. Bill Norris makes sure Hackie has been restrained by security before he goes out on court with two of the bigger ball boys.

Alex flits from his changeover chair to the back court. He looks up for Layla's reaction, and is at once surprised and angry. She is standing ramrod straight, mouth open, panic streaking across her face.

Hackie struggles against the security guards, still howling. She notices Layla standing in the upper tier and starts shaking her fists in that general direction. She reaches in her pocket and throws the tape as hard as she can.

Everyone in the stadium ducks simultaneously. The tape shatters at Corretja's feet.

PMac: Let's see that again, from another angle!!

Layla
08-28-2002, 03:06 PM
Layla is horrified at Corretja’s vicious attack. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nono.gif Seeing Juan Carlos in pain brings tears to her eyes :sad: and she suddenly remembers how much she really loves him. :hearts: Paying no more attention to Alex, she rushes to the court to comfort him. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nurse.gif Like Hackie she is detained by security, but because she is not behaving irrationally, she can reason with them. “Just ask him if I can talk to him, please.” she smiles at the security guard. “Mr. Ferrero?” Just for a second, Juan Carlos ponders the notion of revenge http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nogood.gif , but he desperately wants to know what she has to say, so he nods, still grimacing with pain. Layla approaches him and gives him a worried smile as she strokes his newly blond hair. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rolleyes.gif

Are you alright? I’m so sorry about this. I don’t know what came over Alex. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dunno.gif I’ve never seen him act like this. :eek: I hope you know I had nothing to do with this. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dunno.gif

What was on that tape then?

I have no idea.

So you didn’t send a message for me?

No, of course not. Why would I send messages to you through Alex? That would be mean. :eek: Wait, I think it might be a tape of me singing some sad songs about you.

You and your karaoke :rolleyes: he jibes affectionately. His heart flutters and his voice wavers as he asks the question that has been on his mind since that horrible, rain-drenched afternoon. So you don’t hate me?

How could I hate you? You’ve given me the best years of my life and I will always love you. :hearts:

Layla
08-28-2002, 03:06 PM
Sometimes late at night
I lie awake and watch you sleeping http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sleep2.gif
You’re lost in peaceful dreams
So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark
And the thought crosses my mind http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/thinkerg.gif
If I never wake up in the morning http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dead.gif
Would you ever doubt the way I feel http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/really.gif
About you in my heart

If tomorrow never comes
Will you know how much I loved you :hearts:
Did I try in every way to show you every day
That you’re my only one :kiss:
And if my time on earth were through http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dead.gif
And you must face the world without me
Is the love I gave you in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes

'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life :sad:
Who never knew how much I loved them
Now I live with the regret http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/banghead.gif
That my true feelings for them never were revealed
So I made a promise to myself
To say each day how much you mean to me :)
And avoid that circumstance
Where there's no second chance to tell you how I feel

If tomorrow never comes
Will you know how much I loved you :hearts:
Did I try in every way to show you every day
That you’re my only one :kiss:
And if my time on earth were through http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/dead.gif
And you must face the world without me
Is the love I gave you in the past
Gonna be enough to last
If tomorrow never comes

So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes

A huge shadow has been lifted from Juan Carlos’ heart and a sigh of relief inadvertently escapes his mouth. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif He smiles, embarrassed:

I thought I’d lost you for ever.

Of course not. But I do want you to know I’m happy for you :) and I won’t stand in your way. Hackie seems to be a great girl and she is obviously crazy about you. :p Her choice of words might betray the last remnants of irritation but Layla is determined to wipe the slate clean and move on.

By the way, what happened to your hair? :rolleyes: I’m sure it wasn’t your idea. ;)

The trainer cuts in impatiently: Time is running out, Juan Carlos. We need to discuss your options.

Layla nods and gently kisses Juan Carlos on the lips, pleased to have helped her husband with the emotional aspect of this match, then lets the trainer take care of the rest.

I love you. whispers Juan Carlos, as a tear rolls down his cheek, but Layla is already too far away to hear him. :(

The trainer is shocked. Are you in that much pain? This doesn’t look too promising.

Oh yes, my leg…

Layla
08-28-2002, 03:07 PM
Alex can tell that something isn’t right from Layla’s reaction. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/moreek.gif He begins to feel that he might have done something terribly wrong, but isn’t quite sure yet. I was just being competitive, isn’t that what people want from me? :confused: Well, maybe I did overdo this crusade to avenge Layla. :o What’s happening to me? This must be what jealousy does to a man. Hmmm. I better apologize. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sad2.gif

He walks over to Juan Carlos sheepishly and explains apologetically.

I’m sorry man. I swear I didn’t mean to kill you. :angel: I don’t know what came over me. I guess jealousy got the better of me.

I was dreaming of the past
And my heart was beating fast
I began to lose control http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/madgrin.gif
I began to lose control http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/spin2.gif

I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/mecry.gif
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy :fiery:

I was feeling insecure
She might not love me anymore :(
I was shivering inside http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/errrr.gif
I was shivering inside http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/errrr.gif

I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/mecry.gif
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy :fiery:

I was trying to catch her eyes
Thought that she was trying to hide
I was swallowing my pain http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sad.gif
I was swallowing my pain http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ugh.gif

I didn't mean to hurt you
I'm sorry that I made you cry http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/mecry.gif
Oh no, I didn't want to hurt you
I'm just a jealous guy :fiery:
I’m just a jealous guy, look out friend :mad:
I’m just a jealous guy http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sadness.gif

TennisHack
08-28-2002, 06:13 PM
Juan Carlos looks at Alex thoughtfully. Big hearted though he was, he couldn't stand someone betraying him so seriously. So Corretja lied about the tape, and the message from Layla? She didn't dislike him after all, there was a possibility he could still work out his marriage?

No thanks to Corretja :rolleyes:

Juan Carlos: This isn't really the right time, Alex.

He motions down, where Bill Norris is busily wrapping his right thigh, knee, and calf. Juan Carlos himself is sitting precariously in his changeover chair so Norris can wrap the leg.

Juan Carlos: I hope this is what you wanted. You're going to win the match.

Alex: How many times must I say I'm sorry? Layla is worth fighting for!

Juan Carlos: You lied about all of that, Corretja, don't try to say otherwise.

Juan Carlos's hands grip the arms of his chair as he says this, his voice practically a hiss.

Bill Norris: All right, Juan Carlos, let's try to stay calm.
Juan Carlos: Calm, he says, when I just found out a dear friend of mine has betrayed me in the worst sense--by lying!!

Alex: Are you serious, Juan Carlos? :rolleyes: I'VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH HER, YOU IDIOT! If you're feeling bad about this situation, you have no one to blame but yourself!

Bill: Alex, go back to your side, eh? Bill looks up at the chair umpire. We're going to take Juan Carlos to the hospital. His leg is broken in at least two different places.

Juan Carlos sinks into his chairover chair, the rush of disappointment too great for him to handle. He buries his face in his towel as Bill organizes the tournament security and paramedics.

Chair Umpire: Ladies and gentlmen, Juan Carlos Ferrero is retiring from the match with a broken leg. Game, set, match Corretja 6-7, 3-3.

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Cliff: Well, Patrick, I suppose this isn't the way most people expected this match to end.

PMac: Indeed not, Cliff. That's horrible, what happened to Juan Carlos. With that broken leg he'll be out until way past the Open. Lucky for him he doesn't have too many points to defend in the next few weeks.

Cliff: We've just received word from the trainer Bill Norris that Juan Carlos Ferrero has broken his leg in at least two places. We have Bill courtside right now. What does it look like, Bill?

Bill: Guys, it appears Juan Carlos has at least two fractures in his lower leg, around the shin area.

PMac: What about his knee, Bill?

Bill: I think his knee will be fine, Patrick. Juan Carlos will be fine as well after this has been set properly and he is treated for landing on the hot rubber court.

Cliff: Thanks, Bill.

When we come back, the conclusion of the Moya-Nieminen match, as well as updated news on Juan Carlos Ferrero's condition.

TennisHack
08-29-2002, 05:09 AM
Alex Corretja Fined, Suspended From Play

CANADA--In what has to be the most stunning display of unsportsmanlike conduct in the history of the game, Alex Corretja has been fined $1.5 million dollars and suspended from the ATP men's professional tennis tour for three months.

Corretja deliberately hit TMS Canada semifinal opponent Juan Carlos Ferrero in the chest during the second set of their match. Ferrero lunged for for the next point and fell on the rubberized court, fracturing his right leg in two places and sustaining slight burns from the scorching hot court.

Apparently the two players had been in a dispute over Ferrero's wife, Layla. Ferrero himself had been fined earlier in the week for refusing to speak about her erratic behavior during his first-round match against Briton Greg Rusedski. The fine has since been rescinded, ATP Tour President Mark Miles saying he "realized Juan Carlos's intentions not to bring the matter on court".

Ferrero will be out of commission for at least two months, according to ATP Tour Trainer Bill Norris.

Corretja declined to be interviewed; Ferrero could not be contacted as of press time.

TennisHack
08-29-2002, 05:48 AM
Hackie calmly looks down at Juan Carlos's sedated face. He has just returned from the emergency room, where his leg was set and then explored in surgery to make sure his knee didn't suffer an injury. Luckily, there were just two hairline fractures in his leg, both in his shin.

Hackie was forgotten as security tried to detain the crowd after his match, so she slipped home, cried, and came to the hospital to see him. She was currently standing next to his bed, softly stroking his hair as he emerged from the anesthesia.

Hey, my friend
It seems your eyes are troubled :sad:
Care to share your time with me :confused:
Would you say you're feeling low and so
A good idea would be to get it off your mind :)

See, you and me
Have a better time than most can dream :hearts:
Have it better than the best
And so can we pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around :kiss:

Turns out not where but who you're with :angel:
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
When you're around :kiss:

If you hold on tight
To what you think is your thing
You may find you're missing all the rest :o
She run up into the light surprised :eek:
Her arms are open
Her mind's eye is

Seeing things from a
Better side than most can dream
On a clearer road I feel
So you could say she's safe
Whatever tears at her
Whatever holds her down
And if nothing can be done
She'll make the best of what's around :kiss:

Turns out not where but what you think :eek:
That really matters :D

See, you and me
Have a better time than most can dream :hearts:
Have it better than the best
And so can we pull on through
Whatever tears at us
Whatever holds us down
And if nothing can be done
We'll make the best of what's around :kiss:

Turns out not where but who you're with :angel:
That really matters
And hurts not much when you're around
When you're around :kiss:

Hey love, hold on . . .

Juan Carlos smiles and touches her arm as she continues to stroke his hair.

Hackie: How are you feeling?

Juan Carlos: Better. How did you get here?

Hackie: I have my ways. ;)

I'm sorry I threw the tape.

Juan Carlos: Oh, don't worry about that. I think it's been resolved.

Hackie (scared): Oh?

Juan Carlos (smiles dreamily): She doesn't hate me.

Hackie withdraws her arm from his grip. That sinking, sucking black feeling is creeping back into her system.

Hackie: Do you still love her?

Juan Carlos (quietly): Yes.

TennisHack
08-29-2002, 05:48 AM
The depression falls on at full speed, and Hackie turns from him, her shoulders slightly shaking.

Juan Carlos watches her slight movements, wondering just how much emotional distress she can handle in one day. Hackie answers him swiftly.

:sad::sad::sad::sad::sad:

Your day breaks
Your mind aches
You find that all her words of kindness linger on
When she no longer needs you

She wakes up
She makes up
She takes her time and doesn't feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you

And in her eyes
You see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You want her
You need her
And yet you don't believe her
When she says her love is dead
You think she needs you

And in her eyes
You see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

You stay home
She goes out
She says that long ago
She knew someone
But now he's gone
She doesn't need him

Your day breaks
Your mind aches
There will be times when all the things she's said
Will fill your head
You won't forget her

And in her eyes
You see nothing
No sign of love behind the tears
Cried for no one
A love that should have lasted years

:sad::sad::sad::sad::sad:

Though Juan Carlos knows the song is for him, about Layla, he can't help but notice the note of absolute sorrow in Hackie's voice, as if she's mourning for him. It breaks his heart.

Juan Carlos: Come here.

Hackie goes back to him and sits on the edge of his bed. Juan Carlos takes her hands in his.

Juan Carlos: I don't want you to feel like I'm leaving you. Of course I still love Layla, she *is* my wife.

Hackie :sad:

Juan Carlos: Obviously you have some sort of hold over me as well. After all, I let you do this. (He points to his hair, which is now a rich blonde, though not as light as the Finnish left-hander.) And I wanted you at my match today because I wanted everyone to know that I could move on as well.

Hackie: But?

Juan Carlos can't do it, he can't break her heart. He remembers all of the good times they'd had over the past week or so, how she was there for him when he thought all was lost with Layla. She comforted him with silly songs, and even gave him the daring boost to dye his hair blonder than ever :D

Now, as she stares down at him, fear clouding her eyes and mouth drawn tight, he can't find it in his heart to let her go.

Juan Carlos: But nothing. :)

Hackie (smiles for the first time all day): You didn't have to dye it so soon.

Juan Carlos: Good thing I did, because I didn't win today.

Hackie: Aww . . . She kisses him gently, then hugs him awkwardly. Neither notice Layla at the door, silently witnessing the scene.

TennisHack
08-30-2002, 04:06 AM
The Strangest Way to Win a Major

CANADA--In perhaps the most anticlimactic final of the year, Jarkko Nieminen becomes the first Finnish player ever to win a Tennis Masters Series event.

Nieminen defeated Carlos Moya 7-6, 6-7, 7-6 in the second semfinal of TMS Canada, and was scheduled to play the winner of the first semifinal between Alex Corretja and Juan Carlos Ferrero. Corretja intentionally hit Ferrero with a ball during a net rally, and is blamed for Ferrero's retirement from the match. In the next point, Ferrero lunged for a forehand and landed awkwardly, eventually sprawled on court with a fractured right leg. Corretja was awarded the match upon Ferrero's default, but after close inspection of the match tape, Corretja was fined and suspended from play for three months, beginning with the final of TMS Canada.

Nieminen accepted the trophy and TMS shield on court after the doubles championship was completed. While acknowledging the crowd, the polite young Finn apologized and said he "didn't deserve to win this way". In his post-match interview, Nieminen reveals he had even thought of opposing the award and title.

A good thing he didn't, for Nieminen becomes the first Finnish player to win a Tennis Masters Series shield. Though the tall, blonde left-hander's game is more suited to clay, where he can whack heavy balls from the baseline, he translated it well to the hard courts this year, making it to the quarterfinals of Indian Wells and the semis of Miami.

Nieminen now becomes the hot prospect for the US Open, which will be held in 4 weeks.

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:46 PM
After the match Layla and Alex have a huge argument. http://216.40.241.68/otn/angry/pain10.gif »understand… for you… brute… ungrateful… how… revenge… too far… unacceptable… fed up… go… fine…” The only thing they can agree on is that they disagree, and they are both a little disillusioned. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/jpshakehead.gif Layla can sense that a storm is brewing. http://216.40.241.68/contrib/ruinkai/lightingzapA.gif

oh hell trouble is coming http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/scared.gif
out here in panic and alarm http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/eek4.gif
black shapes gather in the distance
looks like it won't take long
the first drops land on the window
the first sign that there's something wrong
light rain and a head full of thunder http://216.40.241.68/contrib/ruinkai/lightingzapA.gif
which way, which way
two days till I get to you
I'll be late if I ever get through
where I go there'll be no kind welcome :(
coming down upon me
time will keep me warm
feel my face
now the insects swarm :eek:
in the lowlands
fear will take the place of desire
and we will fan the flames from on high :fiery:
try for heavens sake
the sky fell underneath a blanket
the sun sank as the miles went by
sit back with your head on the pillow
when you remember it makes you cry :sad:
ghost cars on the freeway
like friends that you thought you had :rolleyes:
one by one they are disappearing
time will keep me warm
feel my face
now the insects swarm :eek:
in the lowlands
fear will take the place of desire
and we will fan the flames from on high :fiery:

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:47 PM
Alex is confused. http://216.40.241.68/ups/sicdeth/headscratch.gif

I hold you in my arms http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/smyl amis.gif
As the band plays
What are those words whispered baby
Just as you turn away
I saw you last night
Out on the edge of town :eek:
I wanna read your mind http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/eek3.gif
To know just what I've got in
This new thing I've found
So tell me what I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby :wavey:
Or just a brilliant disguise http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif

I heard somebody call your name
From underneath our willow
I saw something tucked in shame :eek:
Underneath your pillow
Well I've tried so hard baby
But I just can't see
What a woman like you
Is doing with me http://216.40.241.68/ups/sicdeth/headscratch.gif
So tell me who I see
When I look in your eyes
Is that you baby :wavey:
Or just a brilliant disguise http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif

Now look at me baby
Struggling to do everything right
And then it all falls apart http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/huh.gif
When out go the lights
I'm just a lonely pilgrim :(
I walk this world in wealth
I wanna know if it's you I don't trust
'Cause I damn sure don't trust myself

Now you play the loving woman :kiss:
I'll play the faithful man http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/otn/angels/newangel.gif
But just don't look too close
Into the palm of my hand ;)
We stood at the altar
The gypsy swore our future was right http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/ruinkai/fortunesmile.gif
But come the wee wee hours
Well maybe baby the gypsy lied
So when you look at me
You better look hard and look twice
Is that me baby :wavey:
Or just a brilliant disguise http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel.gif

Tonight our bed is cold http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cold.gif
I'm lost in the darkness of our love
God have mercy on the man
Who doubts what he's sure of :confused:

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:48 PM
On that note, Alex lets Layla go home alone, saying he needs time to think and making no promises as to when he might return, then he heads straight to the bar. He has no idea what do. With the debacle on the tennis court and the horror he saw in Layla’s eyes, this sweet affair has made an unpredictable and ugly turn. As the illusion of being her knight in shining armour comes crashing to the ground, he begins to wonder why he got involved in the first place. Was it really because of Layla, or was it just a sudden expression of repressed competitiveness. The latter certainly rings more true. He doesn’t even know Layla after all. He comes to the conclusion that he was just trying to teach the chavalito a lesson in how to treat a woman. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif He wanted to prove to Juan Carlos that he is better than him, at least off court. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/thinkerg.gif What a mess, he thinks. How am I ever going to clear this up?

This is the place where I made my best mistakes
This is the place even angels don't understand :confused:
I've seen the disappointment in her face :(
And the collection of engagement rings on her right hand http://www.plauder-smilies.de/sad/shakehead.gif
She sits alone apart from the crowd
In a white dress she wears like a question mark http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/conf.gif
Friends speak of her fondly :)
Enemies just think out loud :p
You think you're man enough to please her
And you're fool enough to start http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/banghead.gif
You're not going to do a thing to our little angel :angel:
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change

Now the cabaret is frozen and the laughter comes in cans
And the lonely hearts club clientele don't know what to do with their hands http://www.plauder-smilies.de/knuddel.gif
You think that you'll be sweet to her but everybody knows
That you're the marshmallow valentine that got stuck on her clothes
But you're not going to do a thing to our little angel :angel:
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change

So you mix your drinks and words http://www.tag-board.com/smilies/sick.gif
You make bad jokes you make bad time http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/sarcastic.gif
The floors are there to walk over
The walls are there to climb
You swear that you'll never go back again once you're inside
You're never the bridegroom she's always the bride http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/gojerry.gif
And you're not going to do a thing to our little angel :angel:
There's nothing you're thinking tonight that tomorrow won't change

You'll come in a sweetheart and you'll go out a stranger
Well you try to love her but she's so contrary :p
Like a chainsaw running through a dictionary http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/chnsaw.gif
So get your mind off the sweet behind of our little angel http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nono.gif
You're not going to do a thing
You're not going to do a thing
You're not going to do a thing to our little angel :angel:

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:48 PM
But if he failed to impress Layla with his antics, someone else was quite taken with his bravado. Anna Kournikova was watching their match, drawn by the scintillating controversy that surrounded it, and she saw a whole new side of Alex, whom she always considered absolutely gorgeous but utterly boring and predictable. http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/yawnface.gif The man she saw on court today was something else though. :hearts: A warrior, unafraid to do whatever it takes to win, and to defend the honor of his woman. Just the kind of man she was looking for, and he was right there in front of her nose all this time. :o

Acting on some primal instinct, she doesn’t have to think twice. Throwing her hips as far out as possible in a funny sort of catwalk, she moves in on her pray with single-minded determination. She pouts her lips seductively and asks:

Hello handsome. Why so gloomy? You won didn’t you? (Alex doesn’t know about the ban yet)

Alex looks around suspiciously to see if Anna K was actually talking to him. :eek: http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/blush.gif

Errrr yes, but everything else has gone wrong. I can’t do anything right. :mad:

Oh, don’t worry sugar, I’m here to cheer you up. ;)

Close your eyes, close the door
You don't have to worry any more
I'll be your baby tonight :kiss:

Shut the light, shut the shade
You don't have to be afraid
I'll be your baby tonight :kiss:

Well, that mockingbird's gonna sail away
We're gonna forget it
That big, fat moon is gonna shine like a spoon http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/colours.gif
But we're gonna let it
You won't regret it ;)

Kick your shoes off, do not fear
Bring that bottle over here http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/wine.gif
I'll be your baby tonight :kiss:


All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/pretty.gif
All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/pretty.gif
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/dozey.gif

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:49 PM
Alex can’t believe his luck. Anna K has set her eyes on him. :eek: There’s a brief, sharp pang of guilt as he considers what would be the right thing to do and tries to imagine what Layla would make of this. But these qualms are ever so brief. How do you pass on an opportunity to shack up with Anna K? It’s unheard of, he concludes. And with a Cheshire grin on his face, he follows Anna out of the bar like a love-sick puppy.

you opened up your door
I couldn't believe my luck :D
you in your new blue dress
taking away my breath :drool:
the cradle is soft and warm
couldn't do me no harm http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif
you're showing me how to give
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif

a muddle of nervous words :o
could never amount to betrayal
the sentence is all my own
the price is to watch it fail
as I turn to go
you looked at me for half a second http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/pretty.gif
with an open invitation for me to go :kiss:
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif

safe in the wide open arms of hell
we can go sailing in
climb down, lose yourself when you linger long
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif
right where you belong
the guilty get no sleep http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/dozey.gif
in the last slow hours of morning
experience is cheap
I should've listened to the warning :rolleyes:
but the cradle is soft and warm
into temptation http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/LodeDevil.gif
knowing full well the earth will rebel
into your wide open arms
no way to break the spell http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server-smilies/contrib/edoom/Wizard.gif
don't tell http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ssst.gif

Layla
09-01-2002, 05:50 PM
Strangely enough, Layla finds herself thinking less and less about Alex. She is far too worried about her husband. Having just heard the diagnosis, she decides to rush to the hospital only to be stopped in her tracks when she realizes somebody has beaten her to it. Too late to hear Juan Carlos’ admission that he still loves her, she is just in time to observe how he fails to let Hackie go :sad: and her stomach contracts. Only two days ago, she would have turned around and run out as fast as she could, or else go for the throat, but she really is determined to cause no more trouble. She feels guilty enough as it is, what with Alex losing a screw and all that jazz. http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/gojerry.gif She knocks on the door courageously.

Don’t mean to disturb you. I just heard about your leg. I’m sooo sorry. :(

Juan Carlos and Hackie instinctively pull apart, but Juan Carlos seems glad to see her almost as much as Hackie would rather see her dead and buried.

Layla swallows hard and walks into the room, ready to face the two of them together for the first time. For all the concern over her husband’s health, she did not neglect to choose an elegant, yet very sexy dress and Juan Carlos can’t help but notice it. He is surprised by how attracted he is to her. He has made love to her at least a thousand times yet when she walks into a room, he still forgets to breathe. As she leans over him to kiss his cheek, he is overwhelmed by his desire for her. He has to consciously order his hands to stay down but unfortunately another part of his anatomy is not so keen to listen. :o His cheeks blush ever so slightly and Layla, who has come to know his body language so well, does not fail to notice what is going on and is secretly very pleased. Hackie senses Juan Carlos’ growing attraction and gets up nervously to move as far away from the bed as possible, as a million disturbing thoughts flash through her mind.

No don’t get up please. It’s ok. I’m not here to get my husband back, I swear. :angel: I’ve made peace with the situation. All I ask is that you take good care of him. He deserves someone who will love him unconditionally. I obviously couldn’t do that. Anyway, I just wanted to see how you were doing. The doctors say you won’t be able to come back on the tour for at least a month. :( I’m really really sorry for what happened. Alex… :rolleyes: How are you coping?

Oh better than I thought. Hackie will help me get through it. ( :eek: *gulp* )

That’s good, that’s good *liar*.

How is Alex anyway? *grrrrrr*

I wouldn’t know. We had a fight.

Really?

Juan Carlos says that a bit more hopefully than he intended and Hackie recedes further into the wall.

I’m sorry to hear that. *as if*

Oh don’t worry, we’ll be alright. It’s only our first fight.

Layla is unaware of what Alex is doing at that very moment.

You just make sure you get better, anything else is not important.

was that a shooting star i saw
it’s rare for me to make a wish at all
because i feel that i can only hope
these dangerous times we are barely afloat

and i hope the world will heal itself
and our worn out souls along with it
so that you will get the chance to say
that you have seen a better day

you’ve got the moon on your pyjamas
and the stars in your eyes
sweet child you’re a dream in disguise
angels on silver strings hang from above
let love and laughter shine wherever you go... :kiss:

through your new eyes i’ve come to see
how beautiful my life can be
and i’ll keep this wish this time i think
and blow it in with a kiss upon your head

and i hope the world will heal itself
and your worn out soul along with it

so that you will get the chance to see
a summer’s blue sky being green trees

you’ve got the moon on your pyjamas
and the stars in your eyes
sweet child you’re a dream in disguise
angels on silver strings hang from above
let love and laughter shine wherever you go... :kiss:

With this song Layla kisses Juan Carlos on the forehead (even though he wishes it was his lips) and moves to say goodbye to Hackie. She even offers to shake her hand as a sign of buried hatchets, but Hackie is extremely suspicious and doesn’t trust her for a second. She leaves the room with a big, friendly smile, but when her legs finally take her out of that torture chamber she collapses against the wall, her whole body shaking with grief. When she finally calms down enough to be able to walk out of the hospital, she resolves never to go back again. So Hackie will see him through… :sad:

TennisHack
09-01-2002, 09:40 PM
Originally posted by Layla
http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server-smilies/contrib/edoom/Wizard.gif


LMAO at this smiley!! Too cute :)

TennisHack
09-07-2002, 01:30 AM
He hadn't been quite the same since that day.

Hackie mused this somewhat unpleasant thought as she looked down the coastline. She was standing on a small balcony, watching as Miguel Maeso patiently helped her love Juan Carlos regain his footing on the uneven plane of sand.

It had been almost five weeks since the incident in Canada. Juan Carlos immediately returned home to recover; luckily he was put in a special walking cast before he left the American continent. So far the road had been relatively smooth. All of the Spanish players had taken the week off before the US Open and they had all stopped by, with the very notable exception of Alex Corretja. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/knob.gif According to the guys, word was that Corretja had just ended a relationship with the Anna Kournikova, and it was anything but a clean break. :D

Hackie still remembered watching Juan Carlos's face change at that, even for a glimmer of a moment.http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cheesy.gif He hadn't known that Layla wasn't seeing Alex anymore.

It all just brought back that unbearable confrontation at the hospital. It was weird enough when she tried to make peace, but when she left, and couldn't hold back a huge sob in the hall . . . the wince of pain on her love Juan Carlos's face as they listened to Layla compose herself outside the room would be forever burned into her memory. And he just hadn't been the same since then.

Juan Carlos and Miguel were approaching the bungalow. Hackie continued to think.

He had never been anything but nice to her, and though they had moved closer physically, Hackie felt that the emotional closeness she craved had been snatched away from her. And it just made her all the more anxious. Which reminded her of how she landed in the mental institution in the first place. Anxiety did strange things to her. Most of the time she felt half cocked. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/tooledup.gif

He still wore his wedding ring, for one. Of course, she had met him like that (and had all of the announcements of his wedding anyway) but it was a tiny thing that bothered her to no end. No matter what he said, he'd never let Layla go. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sad2.gif

Juan Carlos caught her attention just then, smiling quietly and waving with his free arm.

And yet, it was moments like those that made her forget her worries and feel loved http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif No matter how his fingers were tied, his eyes were still intense, and they were still looking for her.

Her heart still skipped a beat when she realized that he was headed for her everytime he so much as glanced in her direction. As he was now--Miguel was helping him walk up the dune and back to the house.

She completely melted as he drew nearer, and opened her arms to him.

Perhaps she was worrying for nothing . . . .

TennisHack
09-07-2002, 02:06 AM
It was a perfect evening. The waves were crashing gently against the beach, the breeze was warm and inviting, with just the right hint of salt. Hackie and Juan Carlos, almost able to walk on his own now, had set out for the largest flat rock on the seaside, where they laid out a lovely little picnic.

It was still dusk when they began to eat, but their conversation and other things http://216.40.241.68/contrib/tweetz/hug.gif had kept them out until the stars shown in the night sky.

Hackie moved closer to Juan Carlos and wrapped her arms around him.

http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/edoom/very_first_smiley.gif Meet me in outer space
We could spend the night http://www.stopstart.btinternet.co.uk/sm/moresleep.gif
Watch the earth come up
I've grown tired of that place http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/yawn2.gif
Won't you come with me?
We could start again

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do :o
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew

http://216.40.241.68/otn/alienz/ufo.gif Meet me in outer space
I will hold you close
If you're afraid of heights http://216.40.241.68/cwm/cwm/errrr.gif
I need you to see this place
It might be the only way
That I can show you how
It feels to be inside of you

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do :o
How do you do it
It's better than I ever knew
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do :o

You are stellar :hearts:
You are stellar :hearts:

How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do :o
How do you do it?
It's better than I ever knew
How do you do it?
Make me feel like I do :o
How do you do it?
Make me feel
Like I do . . . :angel:

Juan Carlos smiled at the thought and held Hackie closer. This time, when he would normally have been very frustrated and depressed, was instead calm and peaceful. With the expectation of not going to the last Slam of the year being proven correct, Juan Carlos felt little pressure to return to the circuit right away. He could heal completely, train, and then jump back into the action--all without missing a beat. He counted Hackie as an anchor. She continued her repertoire of funny songs to cheer him, and soothed him during the evenings with smooth ballads and body warmth :D

As they gathered their things and walked back to the bungalow, both thought it was the perfect evening. They'd never felt closer.

TennisHack
09-07-2002, 02:20 AM
Hackie is awakened by the aroma of irish coffee. She is reluctant to leave the safe, warm cocoon that is the bed, but the smell beckons to her.

Antonio must be up she said to herself, pulling on some clothes. He was the only one in the house who liked Irish Creme coffee, and the only one who needed it to be awake for the morning training sessions.

And she was correct, she noted happily, as she emerged in the kitchen. Antonio was sipping his coffee and reading a paper, while Juan Carlos, dressed for his first day of practice since the injury, worked on a power carb breakfast. Hackie kissed him on the cheek and pushed her hand through his still-damp hair, quite enjoying the shiver she sent down his spine.

She opted out of the power carb breakfast but took some juice and joined the boys at the table. Antonio was reading the latest scores and muttering to himself, making a mental list of drills for the morning's session. There was light conversation and light hearts until Miguel walked in, quite somber faced.

Antonio was the first to notice, immediately closing the newspaper.

Antonio: What is it?

Miguel: Juan Carlos.

Juan Carlos looked up expectantly, slightly confused at the tone of his voice.

Miguel: This is for you.

He handed the envelope to Juan Carlos, who stood to receive it. He looked down, eyes growing wide :eek:, and bolted from the table.

Antonio looked at Miguel. Hackie went after Juan Carlos.

Miguel: I don't think you're going to be practicing this morning.

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Juan Carlos had shut himself away in the bedroom, still staring down at the envelope when Hackie opened the door.

Hackie: What's wrong?

Juan Carlos hands her the envelope.

Hackie: Oh, my God! :eek:

Juan Carlos: She's suing me for divorce.

Hackie can tell he is trying very hard to keep his emotions in check. She stares down at the papers in her hand, not clearly understanding the Slovenian or Spanish. But it was indeed a divorce decree. As she looked up at Juan Carlos, noting the shaking that precluded sobbing, she realized that her world had come crashing down.

Layla
09-07-2002, 06:32 PM
I am?!? :eek: I must have been on drugs. ;)

TennisHack
09-07-2002, 06:48 PM
Originally posted by Layla
I am?!? :eek: I must have been on drugs. ;)

:D:D:D

TennisHack
09-08-2002, 02:31 AM
But Hackie was wrong. The almost full-body violent shiver did not give way to full-on sobbing, but to a flash of anger http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/madgo.gif Juan Carlos tore the papers from Hackie's hands, stuffed them in the envelope, and threw them on his dresser. He stalked out of the room, leaving Hackie quite dumbfounded.http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/confused2.gif

Juan Carlos stormed through the kitchen, picking up his pratice bag and motioning towards the court outside. Antonio was surprised himself, but made no objection, quickly scurrying off after his charge.

Hackie managed to catch up with him after he had started practice. She had never seen such intensity http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ticking.gif He motored through his drills and hammered the ball back to Antonio, painting lines and hitting crisply. Antonio looked like a novice out there, barely able to run down Juan Carlos's shots.

He kept it up for the full time scheduled, then angrily walked back into the house to rest a moment before lunch. Hackie followed him wordlessly, still in a bit of shock and completely unsure of what was going on. The anxiety was creeping to a dangerously high level. Hackie tried to broach a conversation as Juan Carlos rummaged for a painkiller.

Hackie: I've never seen you play so intensely.

Juan Carlos just grunts, finally finding an ibuprofren buried in the depths of the medicine chest.

Hackie: Is everything okay?

Juan Carlos whirls around. Do I look okay?

Hackie jumped a bit in her skin. His tone of voice was a bit harsh, but the intense look, the almost sneer, was rather inviting. She also noticed that he was clutching the medicine in a fist so tight his knuckles were white.

Hackie (smally): No.

Juan Carlos relaxes. I'm sorry. This is just getting to me.

Juan Carlos sighs and sits down at the table, stretching his leg out on one of the chairs. I think I went a little too hard on the leg for the first day back.

Hackie nodded and sat down across from him after getting glass of water for his medicine. I wasn't sure what to make of it all.

Juan Carlos: I've always heard the best way to relieve your anger is to exercise. Well, what better way than pick up a racquet?

He took his pill, his wedding band catching his eye as he sat the glass of water down. His eyes again filled with anger.

Juan Carlos: How could she do this to me? :fiery:

Hackie jumped up and hugged him tightly, as if she was trying to soak all of the negative energy that surrounded him.

Skin like tight
Pale in white http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/smileywhite.gif
You'll dress like this just once
So turn around
Wave your hand http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/wave2.gif
We're frozen where we stand

So cling to me
And I will lead
I will guide you this time
The words you say
Echo in my head
You touched my skin
Now I glide

Slow it seems
Vague like dreams http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/sleep2.gif
You flow through this so well
You turned around
Smiled and looked down
And threw the flowers you held http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/flowerface.gif

So cling to me
And I will lead
I will guide you this time
The words you said
Echo in my head
You touched my skin
Now I glide

I need you
I don't need you
Now I need you :kiss:

Hackie let him go to see his reaction.

Juan Carlos looked at her, then looked down at his hand. She could tell he was still struggling with his emotions, but there was something of a finality in the lines of his face.

He turned his hand over and took off his wedding ring, letting it drop to the table in an ominus final clatter.

Layla
09-08-2002, 03:42 PM
http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/SS16TAF1.gif

:fiery: :fiery: :fiery:

Layla
09-30-2002, 12:57 AM
Alex does not return to Layla’s flat until late in the morning, but she is too preoccupied with Juan Carlos and too emotionally exhausted to even notice his absence. Surprised by her own lack of concern, she asks him teasingly:

Where have you been all night?

Alex snaps:

What business is that of yours? What’s with the third degree? http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ticking.gif I am not accountable to you, for heaven’s sake. :rolleyes:

Layla is stunned by his sharp reaction. Apparently, he didn’t recognize the joking tone in her voice.

Whoa, calm down. I was kidding. What’s wrong with you?

I don’t think this is going to work out. http://216.40.241.68/otn/love/badlove.gif
I mean who are we kidding. What we had was sweet but let’s call it what it really is. A one-week-stand that has become a little too serious for my taste. You’re still in love with your husband anyway. I guess we were never meant to be. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/angel4.gif


You're beautiful, that's for sure http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/otn/funny/gorgeous.gif
You'll never ever fade
You're lovely but it's not for sure
That I won't ever change http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/ange1.gif
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true :angel:

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away http://216.40.241.68/otn/angels/lily.gif
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is :o
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is :confused:
All I need for you to know is

Your faith in me brings me to tears http://www.plauder-smilies.de/sad/cry.gif
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true :angel:

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away http://216.40.241.68/otn/angels/lily.gif
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is :o
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is :confused:
All I need for you to know is

It's not that I wanna say goodbye :wavey:
It's just that every time you try to tell me that you love me
Each and every single day I know
I'm going to have to eventually give you away http://216.40.241.68/contrib/A_smile_4u/Kick.gif
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away http://216.40.241.68/otn/angels/lily.gif
I don't know where my soul is, I don't know where my home is :o
(and baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is , I don't know where my home is :confused:

Layla
09-30-2002, 12:57 AM
Layla is in tears, but not because she is broken-hearted. She is trying to imagine Alex as a bird. http://216.40.241.68/contrib/ed/angel2.gif Shocked as she is, she recognizes the truth in his words. They never had a future, and the fact she hadn’t thought of Alex once the whole night is setting off some pretty loud and annoying bells. The fairy-tale has come to an end, but it has helped her to cope with her husband’s betrayal and for that she is grateful. No regrets. :cool: Of course this calm, rational line of thinking will only last until she finds out she has been dumped for Miss I’m-too-sexy-for-my-tennis, but the language in that part of the story would only end up being censored http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/cussing.gif, so there is no need to go there.

I woke up and called this morning http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/phone_call.gif
The tone of your voice was a warning
That you don't care for me anymore :(
I made up the bed we sleep in
I looked at the clock when you creep in
It's 6 a.m. and I'm alone http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/headscratch.gif

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake

Well, your friends are sorry for me :(
They watch you pretend to adore me
But I'm no fool to this game http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/moreek.gif
Now here comes your secret lover
She'd be unlike any other :drool:
Until your guilt goes up in flames http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/YeuxAuCiel.gif

Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I've gotten used to spending
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Well maybe nothing lasts forever http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/huh.gif
Even when you stay together
I don't need forever after
It's your laughter won't let me go http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/lol.gif
So I'm holding on this way

You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake
You're my favorite mistake

Alex smiles and nods.

You’re taking this rather well. I was almost hoping for more drama. Not that I am complaining. I wish you all the luck in the world and perhaps you should consider going back to your husband. You two obviously still love each other, not to mention the fact that it just might restore some peace to the ATP tour. http://216.40.241.68/contrib/A_smile_4u/Peace.gif


After a friendly embrace, Alex disappears from Layla’s life forever. Well, forever is a huge word. Let’s just say for the time being. ;)

Layla
09-30-2002, 12:59 AM
Layla doesn’t need a fortune teller http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/ruinkai/fortunesmile.gif to inform her that her life is a mess. In a matter of weeks, everything she believed in turned out to be false http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/ruinkai/upsidedowna.gif , and her life has been a non-stop roller-coaster ride. http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/smiley.gif She decides it’s time for a vacation, so she can clear her head and decide what she is going to do. Someone once told her - when in doubt, go back to your roots. I might as well go home now, she thinks. It’ll give me a chance to visit my family. But the welcome is not exactly what she has hoped for.

Layla, dear! What are you doing here!?! :eek:

Hi mom! :wavey: I just dropped by for a short visit, since I had some time off anyway.

What’s wrong?

Nothing’s wrong. Why would anything be wrong? I just wanted to see you, that’s all. :angel:

I can tell that something’s wrong. Newlyweds are not supposed to leave each other’s sight even for a second. What happened, did he leave you? :rolleyes: I told you not to marry a younger man. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/jpshakehead.gif They’re fickle. You need a mature older man who will stand by you no matter what.

:fiery: :fiery: :fiery: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY MARRIAGE!!! And you’re the one to give me marital advice. LMAO!!! :rolleyes:

Oh, so this is what you came back for – to insult your poor mother who gave you everything… :sad:

:rolleyes:

[i]Needless to say, Layla’s visit was shorter than a dentist’s appointment, if slightly more uncomfortable. Fortunately, her parents weren’t keen on tennis so they had no way of overhearing any tennis gossip. They were completely unaware of the hilarious, romantic and action-packed stories that have kept tennis fans from all over the entertained. ;)

After this debacle on the home front, Layla decided to take a real vacation and go to the Croatian seaside instead. The enchanting islands, gorgeous beaches and shady pine-trees would be a much better environment for her heartache. But after a few weeks of lounging on the beaches :cool: , watching sunsets and working hard on not thinking about her marriage, she became restless and a bit lonely. One night, when she was drinking a weird cocktail (a well-known catalyst in her life as it seems), she came up with a brilliant plan for her future. She was reluctant to leave the world of tennis behind and she was trying to find a way to stay in it. As the hope of hooking up with another tennis player had gone up in smoke, she realized she was on her own and it was up to her to pursue a career in tennis.

Layla
09-30-2002, 01:01 AM
As for the loneliness, she remembered her old friend Goran http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/Jason/joker.gif lived not far from where she was staying. She hadn’t seen him in ages and she really needed to talk to somebody, preferably someone neutral, uninvolved. She found him in the middle of practice.

I must be at the wrong house? Aren’t you supposed to be in a wheelchair?

Goran turned around at the sound of her voice, delighted to see someone from the tennis circles actually paying him a visit for once. They were all so busy touring. :rolleyes:

They took away my licence because I was driving too fast. Layla! :D What a lovely surprise! *hug* How are you?

I’m alright… well, I’ve been better but I’m holding on. How’s your shoulder?

It feels like it isn’t mine, but we’re slowly becoming friends. Meet Goran no. 5! :D He’s a bit shorter than the rest of us, so don’t tease him about it. He’s very sensitive.

Layla knew she had come to the right place. Goran could always make her laugh. He brought a couple of beers and they settled in a comfortable swing on the porch, catching up with all that has happened in their lives.

I see you felt the ATP tour was so boring without me you had to create a scandal to spice it up. ;) I think we can all agree you succeeded.

Oh but I wasn’t alone, was I? I had ample help from my beloved but philandering husband, the elusive Hackie, Alex the Ladie’s Man and even Anna Kournikova, everyone’s favorite spice.

I think the whole world is holding its breath to see what will happen next. What will happen next, Layla?

About Juan Carlos, I have no idea. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/huh.gif But I do have some great news. I got a job on the ATP tour. :D

You did? That’s fantastic. Doing what?

Remember how I always used to do astrology readings for the players?

Do I remember it? How could I possibly forget. I’ve always claimed that you were part of the reason for my Wimbledon victory.

You did? You never told me that?

Oh yes. When you gave me that advice before the tournament and said that was my year, it really gave me a lot of confidence. And when the rain began to fall in the semi-final, I knew you were right and it was my turn. After that, there was no looking back. It was written in the stars… ;)

Hehe, I’m glad to hear I was of service. We all cried when you won, you know. Anyway, I got a job as an astrological consultant/psychologist.

Congratulations! That sounds so cool. :cool:

I will be doing the exact same thing as before except that now I will get paid for it. :p I think this is definitely a step in the right direction as far as my career is concerned. And I simply wasn’t ready to leave the world of tennis just because my husband left me. But it will probably be very hard with Juan Carlos around. :( I’m not sure how that will work out.

Please don’t tell me you want him back! :eek:

Why not? :confused:

Well, you know I’m no expert when it comes to women. :o I can’t even tell the difference between women’s lib and Marcelo’s rants. And for the life of me I will never understand what’s wrong with saying I play like a woman. They should take it as a compliment really. :p But what I do know is this. You cannot go back to him after what he did to you. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/nono.gif He had a public affair with another woman right after you got married. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/frown2.gif Have you no pride left? He put you through hell. http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/dckix.gif You don’t do that to someone you love. He doesn’t deserve you, Layla. I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but taking him back would be the biggest mistake of your life. You would relinquish all power in your relationship.

But surely a relationship is not all about power.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t you supposed to be a feminist, unlike me? Then how come I can see this more clearly than you. Don’t be weak. Cut him off cold turkey. That’s my advice to you. You helped me once, now let me help you. Trust me on this one. If I was him, I wouldn’t respect you for taking me back.

OMG, if anyone knew I came to you for advice on my love life. :o

Hey, I might come off as a male chauvinist pig from time to time, but you know me better than that and I do have a wonderful relationship with my sweetie so I do have some credentials.

After that they changed the topic and even played some football in the back, but Goran’s words kept gnawing at Layla’s heart. She knew he spoke the truth but just refused to believe it for the time being. It took another week for her to arrive at the crucial decision. She needs to make a clean break. The D-word made its debut appearance in her thoughts and soon took over completely. It’s the only option I have, she thought. One evening she sat down and wrote him a letter.

Layla
09-30-2002, 01:03 AM
Meanwhile in Spain…

After Juan Carlos calms down a little, he notices something on the floor. It’s Layla’s letter which fell to the floor unnoticed while he was angrily reading the divorce papers. He sits down and stares at it in bewilderment. Hackie tries to take control of the situation, so she puts her hands on his shoulders gently and begins to rub, but Juan Carlos stiffens up.

Could you give me some privacy please. I need to be alone, he says coldly.

Taken aback, she quietly leaves the room http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/otn/sad/sulkoff.gif
and waits behind the door to hear the reaction. Juan Carlos opens the letter with trembling hands.

My love,

If you are reading this letter, it means that you didn’t throw it away. That’s an encouraging sign. I know how mad you can get. You probably took it out on the practice court. :p I just hope you didn’t put too much strain on your leg. See, even now I can’t stop worrying about you. :rolleyes:

This is it, my love. The crossroads. We spent three glorious years together but someone said that all good things come to an end. I never believed that until now. I have made some tough decisions. I can’t wait for you to come back anymore. I feel it’s time to move on. Lord knows that you have. :mad: Hoping you will take me back while you’re living with another woman suddenly seemed incredibly pathetic to me. :o

I know how you feel about Hackie. I saw the way you look at her. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif There’s no reason why the two of you shouldn’t make a great couple. You can’t hide the fact that you want to be with her. You deserve to be free to do so, and I deserve to be free to find that special someone who will share his life with me. I don’t want to end up alone :( because I stayed married to you in my mind and on paper. I don’t deserve that.

I will always love you, but I can’t be your wife any longer. We should meet to discuss the details of our divorce. Give my regards to the future Mrs. Ferrero. Don’t treat her like you treated me.

Love,

Layla

p.s. You know how much karaoke means to me, so I can’t say goodbye without singing you a couple of songs that sum up exactly how I feel.

Layla
09-30-2002, 01:04 AM
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/talker.gif
It don't hurt like it did
I can sing my song again. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/talker.gif

I scraped the paper off the wall
I put down carpet in the hall
I left no trace of you at all :p
And I can sing my song again http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/talker.gif

I don't dream 'cuz I don't sleep http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/yeees.gif
The moon is hanging like your hat
The sun comes up
Well I don't see
Curtains tied up like a bat http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/darkangel.gif

The electric man looks good today :lick:
Maybe not, well I'm trying hard
Trying hard to feel that way
The electric man's a good place to start :drool:

Took your paintings off the wall
That one of me that you called doll
I added on 'cuz the house was feeling small
Now I can sing my song again http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/talker.gif

I don't think of you no more
Except for everyday or two
I don't think of you no more
Except for in between the sun and moon

Packed up and moved out after all http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/smilie_koffer.gif
Bulldozed the house and watched it fall
That blessed sight I still recall
I can sing my song again http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/talker.gif
I can sing my song again

It don't hurt like it did
It hurts worse
Who do I kid? :rolleyes:



And all the pictures on the wall
Serve only to remind you of it all
The wasted days we could have lived
Now we're left with nothing left to give :(
There was a time I really loved you :kiss:
But when that was I just can't say :confused:
As all the memories merge into one
As each day becomes each day

The clock hands ticking on the wall
Are just reminders of it all
The wasted days we could have lived
Now we're left with nothing left to give

We used to meet each others' eyes http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/love.gif
And that's all we'd have to say
Now we don't talk that much at all http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/ignore.gif
The further our eyes seem to stray

And in a funny kind of way
This empty room was full one day
Full of love that we once shared - now it all looks so bare
The silent walls whose cracks I feel -
But is there room to let the hatred heal?

Layla
09-30-2002, 01:05 AM
And so it goes. One sunny autumn day, Layla shows up at the doorstep of Juan Carlos’ house to talk about the divorce. Hackie left for the day so the two of them could be alone. Layla is apprehensive but appears incredibly calm. Juan Carlos opens the door solemnly.

Layla

Juan Carlos

No embrace, no terms of endearment, not even a smile. For what seems like an eternity, they sit in the backyard in stony silence. Finally, Juan Carlos cannot contain his anger anymore. :mad:

How could you do this to me?!? We just got back from our honeymoon for God’s sake. Are you trying to destroy me? Think what this will do to my reputation.

Your reputation? Layla is now furious too. :fiery: What do you mean your reputation? You made a complete fool out of me. Ask anyone on the tour. Ask Goran.

Goran? What’s he got to do with this? Did he put you up to this? :fiery:

Oh grow up! This is a divorce we’re talking about! It’s serious.

I know it’s bloody serious and don’t tell me to grow up. I’m not a child. I don’t care how much younger I am. *sulk*

Then start acting like an adult and sign the papers.

Never.

They go back and forth like this for a while. http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/boxing_smiley.gif They’re out of their chairs after the first few words, pacing around frantically, shaking their fists and fingers at each other.

You slept with Alex first, remember?

What? You took off with Hackie! What was I supposed to do. I had to retaliate!

Nothing happened.

It doesn’t matter! You were unfaithful in your heart. That’s even worse.

[/i]They’re slowly drawing closer while they’re fighting, like in a weird boxing dance. Finally, their faces are but inches apart. In the heat of the moment, Juan Carlos grabs Layla, pushes her against the wall and kisses her so passionately that the ground melts away from their feet. http://www.plauder-smilies.de/knuddel.gif Against better judgment she responds and they remain locked in the hungriest kiss they’ve ever experienced for several minutes, neither one willing to let go. In the end, Layla is the first to come to her senses and she firmly pushes Juan Carlos away. [/i]

No, no, no, this is wrong. This is so wrong. You’re with someone else now. I refuse to be the one you cheat her with.

Juan Carlos remains speechless, shocked at his own behavior and uncertain as to what he should do to make this right, so Layla takes over as the moral compass.

I've been biding my time
Been so subtly kind :)
I got to think so selfishly
'Cos you're the face inside of me :hearts:

I've been biding my days
U see evidently it pays ;)
I've been a friend
With unbiased views
Then secretly lust after you :drool:

So now she's gone rusty :p
You're bored and bemused
You wanna do someone else
So you should be by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly

Trying hard to think pure :angel:
Bloody hard when I'm raw
You talking out so sexually
'bout boys 'n girls and your friggin' dreams
So now you feel lusty :drool:
You're hot and confused :confused:
So now you've been busted
You're caught feeling used

You had to do someone else
You should've been by yourself
Instead of here with me
Secretly
Secretly


I should go now. We’ll have to discuss the details some other time.

Layla doesn’t even wait for his goodbye. She turns around and practically runs out of the house. This time she is not confused. She is angry and even more determined to put an end to her crumbling marriage.

Juan Carlos, on the other hand, is a complete mess.

In all the confusion, Layla of course forgot to tell her soon-to-be-ex husband about her new job. ;)

TennisHack
09-30-2002, 01:58 AM
LMAO at including Goran!! You just make me miss him more on tour. Come back! :sad:

Great stuff ;)

Leo7
09-30-2002, 02:27 AM
They’re slowly drawing closer while they’re fighting, like in a weird boxing dance. Finally, their faces are but inches apart. In the heat of the moment, Juan Carlos grabs Layla, pushes her against the wall and kisses her so passionately that the ground melts away from their feet. http://www.plauder-smilies.de/knuddel.gif Against better judgment she responds and they remain locked in the hungriest kiss they’ve ever experienced for several minutes, neither one willing to let go. In the end, Layla is the first to come to her senses and she firmly pushes Juan Carlos away.

LMAO! i'm not sure you'd be able to push him away, Layla! ;)

TennisHack
09-30-2002, 03:30 AM
Resurgent Ferrero Heads Palermo Lineup

ITALY--The Sicilian Championships have just been given a huge boost. Juan Carlos Ferrero requested and accepted a wildcard into the small clay tournamant, his first since TMS Canada.

Ferrero was injured when compatriot and semifinal opponent Alex Corretja struck him with a ball. Corretja's act was considered malicious and he was suspended from the tour and fined.

A spokesperson for Ferrero said that Juan Carlos decided to make his comeback in Palermo because "clay is a much easier surface to play on while injured than hard courts. It is more advantageous to movement" than hard courts. Ferrero is the reigning Roland Garros champion.

Ferrero is the top seed in a nice field of mostly clay-courters. Former champions Fernando Gonzalez, Olivier Rochus, Arnaud DiPasquale, and defending champion Richard Gasquet are all playing here again.

The tournament has often proven to be a good starting ground for young champions. Gasquet took his first professional title here last year and has since gone on to be in three finals and take another clay title.

The organisers of the tournament are very happy to have Ferrero on board. "He is the biggest draw by far," tournament director Cino Marchese told reporters during the draw ceremony. "When his name was announced on the acceptance lists a few weeks ago, tickets sales rocketed."

The winner will take home $48,850 of the total $381,000 purse.

TennisHack
10-01-2002, 01:04 AM
Hackie can't surpress her smile :D as she walks through the crowd in the market. She eyes the fruit stand carefully, trying to concentrate on the memory of her love Juan Carlos's favorites. Her bag bumps softly against her legs as she glides over to the stand.

Today was the day, she thought to herself. Layla will be out of our lives forever.

As much as this thought pleased her, she didn't want to be around when the ex showed up. She told him she would leave them be, and she would face the crowd.

So, while Layla and Juan Carlos fought http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/boxing_smiley.gif, Hackie set out with a smile on her face and excitement in her heart.

She looked over the oranges, carefully placing a few in her bag. She looked up and around, then decided to share her happiness with her fellow market-goers.

She straightened, the oranges hitting the backs of her knees, and took the Jesus stance.

In the morning I wake up
And in the night I sleep http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/edoom/sleeping.gif
Since the day that I was born
Repeat, repeat, repeat
Brought to this life
Born to this life
Where was I before?
Non-existent? Not at all?
Will I ever know?

She grabs a random man and begins to swing him around in a crazy sort of dance.

Today is my birthday http://216.40.241.68/contrib/fk/princess.gif
And I get one every year :D
And some day
Hard to believe
But I’ll be buried six feet underground :eek:

She lets the bewildered man go. He stares at her as if she's a total nutball.

Subconsciously motivated natural instinct
Alter nature for the pleasure :angel:
Orthocycline
Flirt with conception
Slow the cycle
Will the baby grow?
Social tradition interference
Control, control, control :mad:

Today is my birthday http://216.40.241.68/contrib/fk/princess.gif
And I get one every year
And some day
Hard to believe
But I’ll be buried six feet underground :eek:
I’ll be dead and gone, no longer around http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/cwm/cwm/eek2.gif

She begins to spin in crazy circles. The stall owner creeps closer, as if to grab her to stop the movement.

Spinning, spinning
Before I can recall
All the unknown chemicals
Control the cycle
The successive generations
From dust to dust
Burying my grandma
Then give birth to my own daughter http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/contrib/guus/heilig.gif

She manages to allude the stall owner and begins getting in peoples' faces. They each pull back as they catch the wild look in her eye.

Today is my birthday http://216.40.241.68/contrib/fk/princess.gif
And I get one every year
And some day
Hard to believe
But I’ll be buried six feet underground :eek:

Today is my birthday http://216.40.241.68/contrib/fk/princess.gif
And I get one every year
And some day
Hard to believe
But I’ll be buried six feet underground :eek:
I’ll be dead and gone, no longer around
I’ll be buried six feet underground http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/cwm/cwm/eek2.gif

Someone has a bellow at Hackie and her wild performance. The oranges in her bag are permanently brusied, as is the grapefruit she serenaded halfway through. She throws a generous smile the way of her fan, pays for the broken fruit, and sails away from the marketplace.

She returns to Juan Carlos's home, quite unaware of what transpired between the former lovebirds http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/otn/love/smlove2.gif. Antonio laughs as she tells him about her burst of happiness, but Miguel doesn't look so sure. Hackie is careful not to look at the doubter and goes off to find her love and relate the story in more intimate detail ;)

Leo7
10-01-2002, 01:50 AM
uh-oh, this sounds like trouble. ;)

Layla
10-01-2002, 08:49 PM
LOL, great stuff, TH! I love Hackie, she's such a riot. :D

Oh and good luck to Juanqui in Italia! :bounce:

TennisHack
10-08-2002, 02:22 AM
Juan Carlos smiles as he settles into his seat next to Hackie. They are finally on their way to Italy, after what seems like an eternity. In reality it had only been a few days since Layla had graced his doorstep, though it seemed the time between then and now had been a million years.

The plane is comfortable, the first-class seats nice and roomy. Hackie insists on sitting by the window and stares out, captivated. Juan Carlos puts his hand on her knee and moves closer to her, smiling as she points out various goings on outside the plane.

Suddenly, he feels drawn to look to the aisle. He knows why, and fights the urge as much as he can. It finally gets the better of him, however, and he reluctantly drags his eyes away from Hackie's smiling face :)

Layla is standing in the aisle, seemingly rooted in her spot. She stares down at him, her face emotionless. Juan Carlos fights for breath as he looks up at her, guilt washing over his heart. Her face changes then, anger tarnishing her uniquely beautiful features. Her faces twists so that his stomach follows suit, a sickening knot forming as he remembers their last conversation, and kiss.

Layla moves on, but the next passenger on the plane is Esther :eek: Juan Carlos is surprised, naturally, especially when the knot in his stomach hasn't disappeared so much as intensified. He distinctly recalls their parting to be on good terms; though she was hurt, she was not angry. They both suffered the loss of their relationship, but both knew it was time to move on without the other. Esther's face is a mirror of Layla's, however, and another wave of guilt floods his heart.

Esther moved on, more quickly than Layla, and suddenly it was a succession of former girlfriends, each progressively younger in age, as if his parting with them had kept them permanently at that age. Even a 14-year-old Anna Kournikova passed by http://216.40.241.68/cwm/cwm/eek5.gif, her face more arrogant than angry.

Juan Carlos feels more and more panicky as each girl passes by, and turns to Hackie for support. She stares back at him with that all-too-familiar blank stare that slowly melts into anger . . .

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! wails Juan Carlos http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/icon5.gif, bolting upright in the bed. He opens his eyes, not immediately realizing where he is, and looks down beside him. He is alone!

The panicky residue of the dream turns real as he pushes himself back into the pillows, still not aware of where he is. A light clicks off in his periphery and suddenly he is drowned in the moonlight. The suddenly absence of light makes him realize he is in a hotel room in Palermo. He begins to calm down.

Hackie seems him sitting up and runs back to the bed, concerned. She makes a flying leap and lands next to him, her arms immediately going out in a comforting hug.

"What happened?" she whispers into his neck before letting him go.

"Just a bad dream," he sighs, quite amazed as it replays in his head. "I saw every woman I ever went out with, and they were all angry with me." He turned to her. "Even you."

http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/confused2.gif "Wow." It sounds all too familiar to Hackie, she'd had dreams like that before. "Well, I could never be angry with you," she tries to reassure him.

Juan Carlos settles back down in the bed. Hackie, a bit disappointed that he doesn't share more about his dream, nonetheless slides down in the bed as well. She begins to stroke his hair as he closes his eyes.

But he can't sleep. All he can see on the backs of his eyelids is his last confrontation with Layla, and the kiss. He never told Hackie what happened, and now, as she touches him lightly and lovingly, the guilty feeling of his dream resurfaces and he opens his eyes again.

"I never told you everything that happened the day that Layla came over about the divorce papers . . ."

Hackie knew they had fought, but she didn't know they had kissed. She silently listens to his explanation of what happened, quietly noting the strain of his voice as he pours out the story to her.

Juan Carlos finally stops babbling and waits, wincing as if she would hit him. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear! Can you forgive me?"

Hackie doesn't hesitate. "Of course I forgive you!" She is shocked, but his dream makes sense in this context. She feels flattered that it would bother him so much to keep something from her, and though she can't help but file the incident away under "slights", she finds herself loving him no matter of it.

They kiss http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/otn/love/kotl.gif and go back to bed.

TennisHack
10-08-2002, 03:10 AM
Cliff: A warm hello to our viewers on ESPN! If you are just joining us, we are waiting for play to begin on this Tuesday, first round action at the Sicilian International Championships in Palermo, Italy. We are joined by a special guest, Jim Courier. Welcome, Jim.

Jim: Thanks, guys.

PMac: Cliff, for the record, there are no Americans playing in Palermo this year.

Cliff: Indeed not, Patrick, but there are still plenty of interesting matchups to behold.

Jim: The number one seed is wildcard Juan Carlos Ferrero, the reigning Roland Garros champion.

PMac: I guess he wanted to gather all of the points he could on clay, eh, Cliff?

Cliff: This is Ferrero's first tournament since the incident in Canada.

PMac: Oh, yeah. We have highlights of that run by Ferrero, where he was coming into his hard-court powress. (Video starts, the usual highlight reel.) He defeated some wonderful players during that run, but it all came to an end thanks to Alex Corretja.

Jim: Well, Pat, I would have to say that Ferrero already showed his all-court finesse before this year's TMS Canada, as he's taken titles on hard courts and made the final of an indoor carpet tourney.

PMac: Thanks for the update, Jim :mad: Ferrero does indeed have a lovely hard court game, steady groundstrokes and brilliant passing shots. But in a jealous feud with Corretja, he lost his chance at a hard court TMS shield.

Jim: According to the gossip on tour, Juan Carlos and his wife have separated and a divorce is pending. Meanwhile, Ferrero is still seeing the mysterious woman-child he met at TMS Canada.

Cliff: Jim, do you think this was a wise move on the part of Ferrero, coming back on a clay surface?

Jim: Yes. Clay is much easier on the joints than hard courts. Wouldn't you agree, Patrick?

PMac (still sulking): Yes.

Cliff: How recovered to you think he is?

Jim: Fully. Missing the US Open, though it hurt his ranking, gave his leg enough time to heal.

PMac: See what happens when you miss two Grand Slams in a row? Ferrero has slipped to #12 in the rankings, thanks to a great run to the final by Andy Roddick. Wasn't that a great run?

Jim: Yes, if only topped by Safin's repeat win :D

Cliff: If Ferrero wins this tournament, he'll be back in the Top 10 for sure. What about his chances at the year-end Masters Cup?

PMac: They're looking okay, especially since he could always get the Grand Slam wildcard.

Jim: I'd have to say they were more than okay, Cliff. Ferrero is a veritable shoo-in.

PMac: We'll see just how much Ferrero has recovered from his accident when we come back. He faces former finalist Jose Acasuso next, on ESPN.

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after the match
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Cliff: Well, I'd say he's fully recovered. Wouldn't you, Jim?

Jim: Yes--

PMac (interrupts Jim excitedly): WOW!! What a great effort by Ferrero today! He has found his old clay court rhythm as he cooly dispatched of Acasuso 6-1, 6-2!

Jim (laughs): That's right, Patrick. Right from the start he was focused. His shots were a bit shaky at the beginning, and he was definitely helped by the nervous performance of Acasuso.

Cliff: I'm looking forward to see how he will stack up in his next rounds, when the opponents won't be so intimidated by his racquet.

Jim: The players have been wondering how Ferrero would return to the tour, apparently his answer is with a bang! The rest of the week will indeed be interesting, Cliff.

PMac: Join us again tomorrow for continuing converage from Palmero. For Cliff Drysdale and Jim Courier, I'm Patrick McEnroe saying goodnight.

Layla
10-08-2002, 05:04 PM
YAY!!! PMac and Cliff are back!!! :bounce: Too funny. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif

TennisHack
10-18-2002, 03:46 AM
Cliff: Welcome back to our continuing coverage of the Sicilian International Championships in lovely Palermo, Italy. If you are just joining us, we are about to watch the second set of this second round match. I am joined by Patrick McEnroe, as always, and special guest commentator Jim Courier.

Jim: Welcome, folks.

Cliff: Jim, we saw a very interesting first set just now. The number one seed and wildcard entrant Juan Carlos Ferrero seemed to be still shaking the cobwebs off after almost a month without play.

PMac: That's right, Cliff. And against a dangerous floater like Bohdan Ulihrach, one break in concentration can result in losing the set.

Jim: Well, guys, if we can take a look back at that first set, we'll see exactly what happened. (Highlights of the first set start to play while Jim talks about them.) Ferrero started off a bit slow, struggling to hold in his first service game and managing to break Ulihrach in his first service game. But it looks like here that Ferrero did something to aggrivate his leg a little. (Juan Carlos lands awkwardly on his right foot and immediately grabs his shin. It appears to be a freak occurance, however, and even he looks surprised as he can shake it off and move on to the next point.) See how he seems to move a bit gingerly after that point? He's overcompensating for the leg, I think.

PMac: Well, his mind must have been somewhere because he was broken in that game and never managed to get the break back. :rolleyes: So Ulihrach leads 6-4 in the match.

Cliff: Ferrero to serve to start the second set.

PMac: Wow, that's some pretty determined serving, Cliff! He easily moves up 40-0.

Jim: And finishes it off with an ace. :)

PMac: I bet it's just a fluke. Let's see how he handles Ulihrach's serve.

Jim: Did you see that passing shot! :eek: Beautiful!! Guys, these have been a few flawless points!

Cliff: Indeed, Jim. Ferrero easily goes up 2-0 . . .

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later in the match
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Jim: Patrick, I don't see how you could deny that Ferrero has played a perfect set of tennis so far.

PMac: I never denied it! :o

Cliff: Well, Patrick, I think "This has to be a fluke!" is pretty close to a denial (laughs)

PMac (getting angry at them for teasing him): Ferrero is probably one of the best clay courters in the world. He moves the ball so well, has a great serve and beautiful forehand, and he always seems to be in position. THAT'S why he just took this set with a bagel.

Jim: Bohdan looked like an ametuer out there. I suppose that clay court powress really is kicking in for Juan Carlos :D

Cliff: Indeed, Ferrero's play today does mirror some of the brilliance he showed at Roland Garros this year.

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at the end of the match
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Jim: Wow. That's all I can say.

Cliff: Ferrero played perfectly! Quite amazing. After losing the first set with one break of serve, he proceeds to win the match on a double bagel!

PMac: Well of course he won easily. He is the reigning Roland Garros champion. :rolleyes:

Ciff: Jim, do you think this signals a return of that great form Juan Carlos showed earlier in the year?

Jim: Oh, most definitely. It's as if he never left :D

PMac: I can't help but think that Ferrero's a bit wimpy, though, because he chose to come back to such a weak event. Is he too afraid to play with the big boys?

Cliff & Jim are silent at that comment, spoken a bit harshly by PMac. The decide to ignore him and pray that the viewers don't pick up on McEnroe's increasing needless irritation.

Jim: It will be interesting to see how the tournament progresses as Ferrero's next opponents line up to speak with his soon-to-be ex-wife, Layla. She is guiding a few of the players here in spiritual matters.

PMac :rolleyes:

Cliff: Has he made any mention of her being around this week?

Jim: Not that I've seen, but it's quite possible that they've missed each other on the grounds. I think we'll know when they run across each other.

Cliff: Well, that's all the time we have for today. For Patrick McEnroe and Jim Courier, I'm Cliff Drysdale. This has been a presentation of ESPN the worldwide leader in sports. Join us tomorrow for continuing coverage here in Palermo!!

Vera
10-18-2002, 04:50 AM
Bravo, TH! You're making me missing PMac and his silliness. :D :D :D

Leo7
10-18-2002, 11:50 AM
lol @ Jim and Cliffy. Pmac is so easy to tease. :D

yay for Ferrero! ;)

Layla
10-18-2002, 04:02 PM
LMAO TH, you just get funnier and funnier. http://www.stopstart.fsnet.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif

Well done, Juanqui! Mmmm, double bagel. :D

TennisHack
11-11-2002, 04:09 AM
Cliff: A warm welcome to you from Italy as ESPN's coverage of the Sicilian International Championships continues. Today we have LIVE quarterfinal action, and what a match we have for you! I am joined by Patrick McEnore and Jim Courier.

Jim: Today is a real popcorn match, Cliff: Juan Carlos Ferrero, the #1 seed, against former champion Fernando Gonzalez. This matchup has turned into quite the rivalry.

PMac: Just like the one between former world #1 Lleyton Hewitt and Andy Roddick.

Jim: Err, right.

Cliff: Ferrero and Gonzalez have played each other six times, splitting wins.

Jim: These two had a heated relationship in juniors as well, Cliff. Gonzalez just has something that pins Ferrero to the wall.

PMac: Let's run down a list of those matches, shall we? Gonzalez showed his never-say-die attitude can pay off in 2002, where he claimed victories over the Spanish clay-courter on his two worst surfaces: hard and carpet.

Jim: But Gonzalez's one-dimensional style--hitting hard off both wings--has cost him against Ferrero, especially on the clay. Ferrero makes you hit that one extra ball, and it really frustrated Gonzalez in Monte Carlo and Barcelona. Ferrero also took a match from him on the hard courts at Indian Wells this year.

Cliff: Well, here's the ultimate showdown: Ferrero vs Gonzalez on clay. Now, Gonzalez defeated Ferrero to take the 1998 junior Roland Garros crown.

Jim: That's right, Cliff, but the difference is, Juan Carlos's game has improved and changed since then. We see him coming into net, mixing up his serves, risking passing shots. His drop volley is a thing of beauty.

PMac feels left out of the conversation and, finding himself at a loss of American-biased topics, turns the conversation to avoid looking like a moron.

PMac: On the other side of the draw, we have several good players in contention. Richard Gasquet, the defending champion is playing another aging Spaniard, Felix Mantilla. Arnaud DiPasquale also in bottom-half action.

Jim: Richard Gasquet has also proved his powress on clay and has an excellent chance of getting to the final again.

PMac: I really admire that boy. It's not just anyone who can defeat the US Davis Cup team single-handedly. quiet grrrr

Cliff: DiPasquale--affectionally termed "DiP"--is also making a tremendous comeback this year, clawing his way back into the Top 100. He's also had nice clay results in the past.

Jim: That's right, Cliff. And, lest we forget the other semifinal, Michel Kratochvil is taking on Gaston Gaudio. Kratochvil is also on a career upswing, and is playing on a great surface for him. Gaudio will be tough, though, as the Argentines love the dirt.

Cliff: The players have just walked on court. Want to make a quick prediction, boys?

PMac: Oh, I'll go out on a limb here :rolleyes: and say Gonzalez in 3. Old Roland Garros foes die hard, and I like Fernando's hard hitting off both sides. Reminds me of Andy Roddick.

Jim: I'd have to pick Ferrero, Cliff. I think it's crazy to bet against him; he is the reigning King of Clay, after all. But it's going to be a popcorn match nonetheless.

Cliff: We'll be right back with Juan Carlos Ferrero and Fernando Gonzalez. Who will break the head-to-head deadlock?

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later in the match
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PMac (rather gleefully): What did I tell you, what did I tell you?! Gonzalez took the first set 6-2!!!

Jim: I can't quite believe it myself. Ferrero didn't quite look like himself out there. Maybe he's imagining those horrific juniors matches against Gonzalez.

Cliff: Whatever it is, he needs to shake himself out it soon. The match could slip from his fingers quicker than he thinks.

(Camera pans down to have a look at the players: Gonzalez is sitting back confidently in his chair, having a swallow of water; Ferrero is sitting tensely, staring at his strings with awesome concentration)

PMac: Juan Carlos has never come back from losing the first set to take a match, and I suspect Gonzalez knows this. It's almost as if the player that takes the first set takes the match.

Cliff: Juan Carlos to open the second set with serve.

(It's obvious Juan Carlos has changed his strategy, from the second he strikes the first ball, as he immediately follows it in to volley for the winner. It completely throws Gonzalez off balance and he hits his forehand a mile long.)

Jim: Wow. I don't think I've ever seen Juan Carlos serve and volley on clay. I wonder . . .!

Cliff: It seems to have rattled Gonzalez, as he hasn't managed to hit a winner yet in this set. Ferrero is quickly to 40-0.

PMac just simmers as Gonzalez misses a return--couldn't even get his racquet on it--to hand Ferrero the first game of the second set.

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later in the match
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Jim: I never thought I'd be saying this, guys, but Juan Carlos Ferrero has successfully used serve and volley on clay!! He has completely thrown Gonzalez off, taking the second set 6-0.

Cliff: That's his third bagel of the tournament! :eek:

PMac is so red he can barely speak for spewing his frustration. :mad::mad::fiery: He just HATES being proven wrong.

PMac (through almost clenched teeth): Gonzalez will get him back. He'll be back in the match.

Jim (innocently): Why, Patrick, you seem awfully angry at the moment. What's wrong? You said yourself Juan Carlos Ferrero was the reigning Roland Garros champion. :angel:

Cliff: Just don't say anything to him when he's like this, Jim. It's not pretty. :o

PMac: See?! SEE!!! Gonzalez holds serve to begin the third set. He's not rattled at ALL!!

(Jim and Cliff shoot PMac surprised looks; for not having an American involved in the match, he seems to be getting really into it.)

Cliff: That's true, Patrick, but Juan Carlos didn't try to volley any of those points.

PMac: That's because he knows he's been beaten at his own game http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/FIREdevil.gif

(Cliff and Jim slowly back away from PMac.)

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later in the match
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PMac: Tiebreak!

Cliff: First to seven with a lead of two will win the match.

Jim: I'm still surprised Juan Carlos backed off the serve-volley approach in the third set! But it was still almost as if he was toying with Gonzalez. It's the most comfortable I've ever seen him in a match against Fernando.

PMac: Gonzalez with an ace! 1-0!

Cliff: Indeed, Jim, he's allowed Gonzalez to get back into the match, to find his timing again--and to rip winners like that one! :eek: 2-0 for Gonzalez.

(As if he heard them, Juan Carlos serves and volleys on the next point, once again freaking out Gonzalez. Gonzalez is visibly shaken and proceeds to lose the next 3 points in a row before finding himself again as the players switch ends.)

Cliff: Ferrero leads 4-2 with minibreaks.

PMac: Fernando has completely fallen apart in this match! I can't believe that happened to a heavy hitter!

Jim: He is playing against a player with one of the best set of wheels out there, Patrick. (pause) You know, this has no reflection on Andy.

Silence.

Jim: Andy's in an entirely different league, Patrick.

PMac (thoughtfully): You know what, you're right, Jim. (His anger completely dissolves.)

Cliff: Well, it's a good thing, because Ferrero successfully used his serve-volley to take the tiebreak, 7-2! Game, set, match Ferrero 2-6, 6-0, 7-6.

Jim: This will stir up talk in the locker room, no doubt.

PMac: Well, I don't see why! Juan Carlos is a shoo-in to win this tournament. WELCOME BACK TO THE TOUR, JUAN CARLOS!

Cliff & Jim: Err . . .

Cliff: Surely a Spaniard using serve-and-volley to win a match on clay is worthy of chitchat, Patrick.

Jim: I'm just getting confirmation that the other quarterfinal in this section has completed. Michel Kratochvil is through easily--and with less excitement--as he took out Gaudio 7-5, 6-4. It hasn't been a great day for the South Americans.

Cliff: That should be another cracker of a match, Jim! Kratochvil uses serve and volley in his own game and has been quite successful with it.

Jim: Indeed it should be.

Cliff: Join us next time, when we will bring you semifinal action from lovely Palermo, Italy. This has been a presentation of ESPN, the worldwide leader in sports. Ferrero through to the semis!!

Vera
11-11-2002, 05:12 AM
Bravo! Serves and volleys on clay, and he won! http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/rotfl.gif who can beat that:D Jimmy Aries will be so proud of him.

Leo7
11-11-2002, 11:46 AM
wow, Pmac has surely lost his mind. :D

Dissident
11-11-2002, 06:21 PM
LOL!
:p

I was just wondering, where did you put Guga on your story, TH?? :p

TennisHack
11-11-2002, 08:51 PM
hitman, he hasn't made an appearance yet, but I'm sure he will :D Palermo is a tiny tournament so I'm trying to stay away from the big, big names.

You have a story idea? :)

Lee
11-11-2002, 09:00 PM
Originally posted by TennisHack
hitman, he hasn't made an appearance yet, but I'm sure he will :D Palermo is a tiny tournament so I'm trying to stay away from the big, big names.

You have a story idea? :)

Probably RG final.

TennisHack
11-11-2002, 09:21 PM
Originally posted by leecal
Probably RG final.

Oh! That reminds me. Guga was mentioned in the first tennis dialogue because Juanqui took the RG title from him! ;)

Which makes the next year's title bout all the more interesting . . . but we're still in the early fall on the ATP calendar as of now! :o

Dissident
11-11-2002, 09:47 PM
Oh nooo! Im much better at READING them. I create other kind of stuff. Its not a talent in me, unfortunately. :(

Dissident
11-11-2002, 09:48 PM
I definitely need to start using the quote feature. It would make it easier on everyone. :p

TennisHack
11-11-2002, 09:51 PM
Originally posted by hitman
Oh nooo! Im much better at READING them. I create other kind of stuff. Its not a talent in me, unfortunately. :(

Well, if you want to see a particular matchup or anything, just say something :)

And yes, quote makes everything easier ;)

TennisHack
11-18-2002, 04:20 AM
FERRERO TURNS THE TIDE, USES SERVE AND VOLLEY ON CLAY

Palermo, Sicily—A stunning display on the center court at the Sicilian International Championships has rocked the world of men’s tennis. Top seeded Spaniard Juan Carlos Ferrero, long known as a banging baseliner, effectively used serve-and-volley to defeat rising star Fernando Gonzalez in the first of four quarterfinal matches.

Ferrero, the reigning Roland Garros champion, is making his first appearance on tour since Tennis Masters Series Canada, where he was struck with a ball by compatriot Alex Corretja. He accepted a wildcard into the small clay tournament after missing the last Grand Slam of the year. Gonzalez, the Chilean #1, is a former tournament champion.

The press was abuzz after the match, which was witnessed by a capacity crowd on the main court. Jim Courier, a guest commentator for ESPN, was speechless as he watched Ferrero serve and volley effectively on clay. “It was obvious Gonzalez didn’t know what to do,” Courier said. “Ferrero has always had a decent net game, but he’s never expressly used the serve-and-volley style.”

After losing the first set to the powerful Chilean 6-2, Ferrero regrouped and reemerged with a new plan. He served crisply and followed up with sharp volleys, throwing Gonzalez out of sync. The youngster’s shots became erratic and his timing fell far off rhythm—so far, in fact, that Ferrero collected his third bagel of the tournament.

“I was very surprised when Juan Carlos went back to his usual all-court game after cleaning up in the second set,” Courier said. “I’m not sure what he was thinking, but he let Gonzalez back into the match.” The Chilean pushed Ferrero to a deciding set tiebreaker, when Ferrero again used serve and volley effectively. He won the match 2-6, 6-0, 7-6 (2) and was immediately bombarded with questions.

Ferrero himself had few answers to give. “Fernando is a tough opponent, and after losing the first set I decided to try something different,” Ferrero told reporters after the match. “I was out for six weeks with an injury, and I want to make a good comeback, to have a good second half of the year. The injury taught me to be a little more risky because you never know when something will happen and you suddenly can’t play anymore.”

Courier relayed that this most recent win had caused quite a stir within the tour. Ferrero is best known for his quick movement and big forehand, though he effectively used his net game in the 2002 Masters Cup semifinal against Carlos Moya. “The feeling in the locker room is that serve-and-volley’s days were numbered,” Courier said. “Now, maybe not.”

The last player to effectively use serve-and-volley was Tim Henman, who took his first Wimbledon crown this year, but even Henman didn’t use a pure game—he was forced to stay back and hit with the best of them on the baseline.

Ferrero was getting married during the Wimbledon fortnight.

Serve-and-volley is most effective on the fastest surfaces, such as grass or a quick indoor court. Courier is of the opinion that Ferrero’s use was effective because it surprised his opponent and threw him off his own game. “That’s always what you want to do in tennis,” Courier said. “You want to play your own game and keep your opponent from playing his.”

When asked if he thought he could herald the return of serve and volley, Ferrero simply shrugged and smiled. “I’ve grown as a player over the years, and I think my net game has improved considerably. That’s all I wanted to do. I had to change my tactic, and I did it successfully.”

Ferrero will face Swiss Michel Kratochvil in the semifinals. Kratochvil, who uses serve-and-volley in his own game, overcame Argentine Gaston Gaudio 7-5, 6-4. When asked about his anticipation of Ferrero’s play in the semifinal match, Kratochvil simply smiled and said, “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Leo7
11-18-2002, 10:23 PM
kewl Hackie. it seems like Ferrero has not only improved his game, but also his english. ;) and i am eagerly anticipating this Kratochvil/Ferrero match. gonna be a thriller i'm sure. :D

TennisHack
11-19-2002, 12:15 AM
Originally posted by Leo7
kewl Hackie. it seems like Ferrero has not only improved his game, but also his english. ;) and i am eagerly anticipating this Kratochvil/Ferrero match. gonna be a thriller i'm sure. :D

LOL, have you ever noticed how he is quoted in news articles? As if he has perfect English ;) Writing out a post-match interview would be too hard, so I chickened out and went for the article instead.

And yes, I'm planning quite a battle :D:D:D:D:D

Leo7
11-19-2002, 02:26 AM
that's alright. and article is just as fun to read. :)

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 02:13 AM
Cliff: A warm welcome to our viewers on ESPN as we welcome you to Semifinal Saturday here at the Sicilian International Championships. Today we will bring you live coverage of both semifinal matches, which are sure to be a treat. I am joined by Jim Courier and, as always, Patrick McEnroe.

Jim: That’s right, Cliff, these matches are sure to be thrillers. First up is Juan Carlos Ferrero, the number one seed, against Michel Kratochvil of Switzerland. What’s interesting about this match-up is what occurred on Friday, during the dynamic Ferrero-Gonzalez quarterfinal. (Highlight reel of the quarterfinal match as Jim gives the details.) Ferrero surprised us all by effectively using serve-and-volley on clay.

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Hackie takes her seat in the stands next to Antonio, behind Juan Carlos’s chair. She is a bit nervous, but confident in her love’s ability. He had finally hit his stride in the tournament, and was now a shoo-in to win. She had never been so proud to be at his side :D, and gladly allowed her excitement to overcome her trepidation as she watched him warm-up.

Hackie watches absently, then lets her eyes drift to his opponent. She is struck by this Michel’s appearance, much as she was by Jarkko Nieminen at TMS Canada. Her eyes narrow as she watches him in his warm-up, wondering for a moment if she will have to do the same thing to him as she did to Alex Corretja—only this time, make it work. Antonio pats her shoulder, and Hackie smiles at him, her devious thoughts erased for the moment.

The umpire calls time for the warm-up, and Juan Carlos returns to his seat. He smiles at her before sitting, and Hackie is warmed. She settles into her seat, determined to enjoy the ass beating she was sure was coming.

Play begins. Juan Carlos opts to serve, and he serves beautifully. Blasting bombs into the corners, he immediately asserts his authority and confidence by taking the game at love. Hackie relaxes :) and leans back in her seat, crossing her legs and resting her hands around them.

Kratochvil serves and mixes his game well. He keeps Juan Carlos at bay to take his first service game, 1-1. Juan Carlos doesn’t look peeved, and soon the audience finds out why. At 30-0 in his second service game, he throws in his first serve-and-volley of the day. It throws Kratochvil off, but not as badly as Gonzalez the day before. Juan Carlos holds for 2-1.

From there, it becomes a dog-fight. Kratochvil holds his own against the top seed, showing his bravery by storming the net himself and hitting some brilliant shots. Juan Carlos must up the ante, and does, to hold for 6-5. He earns his first break points in the 12th game of the match, but can’t convert and finds himself in a tiebreak.

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 02:15 AM
By this time Hackie is on the edge of her seat. She had not been expecting the excellent play from Kratochvil, and started rethinking her plan as the first set dissolved into a tiebreaker. Juan Carlos earns a minibreak, but is immediately broken back for 3-all. As he passes by his changeover chair, Hackie can see the fire :fiery: leap into his eyes. He grips his racquet tighter and prepares to receive serve, breaking again for 4-3.

4-3, Juan Carlos holds serve with an amazing backhand down the line. It was almost the only shot that was consistently working for him against the compact Swissman.

5-3, Juan Carlos lets out a tight yelp of delight as he earns his first set points of the match on a passing shot, only barely out of reach for Kratochvil.

6-3, Kratochvil digs deep and produces a huge serve out wide, which he follows in for the classic forehand volley. He pumps his fist directly at Ferrero, letting him know he’s not giving up that easily :mad:

6-4, Kratochvil opts to stay back, rallying and waiting for the moment to pounce on a winner. Unfortunately, Juan Carlos sees his opportunity first and ends the point with a beautiful drop shot, sliced from mid-court. Kratochvil is six feet behind the baseline and can only applaud as Juan Carlos takes the first set, 7-6 (4).

Both players return to their changeover chairs. Hackie smiles :) at her love Juan Carlos, still swallowing her heart after that tiebreak. She feels relieved that he took the first set, and feels he has the upper hand in the match.

She turns her attention to Kratochvil, once again narrowing her eyes as she studies him. He has leaned back in his chair and covered his face with a towel, almost as if he was sleeping on a park bench. He seems so relaxed—too relaxed, she decides. She presses her lips together so tightly they disappear as she watches him. The next set will determine it, she decides.

The umpire calls time, and the second set begins.

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 02:44 AM
The second set is much like the first. Both players leave everything on the court, hitting amazing :eek: and impossible shots. Juan Carlos displays plenty of gritty determination :fiery:, only to be matched fist for fist and shout for shout by Kratochvil :D Juan Carlos’s face becomes a mirror of Hackie’s as he fights for a break but keeps coming up just a bit short. His own serve becomes threatened a few times, but he saves the break points with everything from passing shots to lobs to netchords. This time it is he who drives the set to a tiebreak.

This time, it goes the Swissman’s way. Juan Carlos runs out of steam at the end, giving Kratochvil a 7-2 tiebreak win and bringing the match to a dead even.

Hackie is outraged http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/madgo.gif at the result. She has to get up and leave when Juan Carlos falls behind 5-2, after missing easy shots. She comes back after the set has completed, but doesn’t immediately return to her seat. Instead, she mingles with the group of Kratochvil supporters behind his chair and moves as close as she can to him.

Planning my attack just before you come back around http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/1.gif
Maybe I'm wrong
I don't know how to back down
I never fit in :mad:
I don't belong
You know, it doesn't matter when I feel strong
Cause I'm a vampire http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/darkangel.gif
We toast the blood of our enemies
You're still scaring me, no
You're scaring me, no
And we don't fit in
We don't fit in

Wonder what it's like when you're living with someone like me :confused:
I'm a freak http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/cheesy.gif and I'm nervous when it's easy http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/errrr.gif
Feral days http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sex.gif and I'm sex crazed
I put it in with my animal ways
That's the sign I was born to be living in
I ran around and gave the finger to the Ritalin http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/finger.gif
You know you calm me down
I can't say why
You say goodbye and burn my eyes
You burn my eyes

A thousand Julys
I hope you'll find
I'd say the words
But no words come to mind
But you turn me so cold
So I tell you lies
When you let me in it's like a thousand Julys

When you left I felt the drop like a boom
Wintertime all alone in your bedroom http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/cold.gif
I don't blame you and I know I'm not your friend
How we living? (Young American!:D)
I guess I've always known I'd be on my own
I'd be on my own
I don't know why
I don't know why
I don't know why

A thousand Julys
I know you'll find
I'd say the words
But no words come to mind
But you let me in
And I don't know why
When you come it's like a thousand Julys

A thousand Julys
That's what you are
I'd tell you to come back now
We've gone too far
And we've burned it out now
I don't even try
But I feel you gone
I lost a thousand Julys

Hackie smiles devilishly http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/evilgrin.gif as she sees Kratochvil completely tense under his towel. She moves back to her seat, not noticing as Michel pulls the towel from his eyes and notices her http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/moreek.gif as she walks back to her seat.

Lee
12-02-2002, 02:53 AM
:bounce: :bounce: Bravo TH :bounce: :bounce:

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 02:53 AM
Hackie is astounded :eek: when the song seems to have the opposite effect than what she intended. If anything, it made him more determined to play. He deftly held serve until 4-all. She definitely noticed his gaze on her when he sat for the changeover, and gave him a weird look in return http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/icon_drool.gif

It seemed to do the trick. Whatever rhythm Kratochvil had was broken, and Juan Carlos easily took the match on his first break of serve. His smile :) is sweet with victory as he walks to the net. After waving to the crowd, he gives Hackie a thumbs up http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/thumbs.gif She is a bit taken aback :eek: before realizing he wasn’t aware of her antics :angel: She smiles back at him as flashbulbs blind her.

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Jim: Well, there you have it ladies and gentlemen. Juan Carlos Ferrero is back.

Cliff: He moves into the final after defeating Kratochvil 7-6, 6-7, 7-5. It was a hard-fought battle, no?

PMac (has been gushing throughout the match): Oh, definitely. I believe it gave him the tight match he needs going into his first final since that triumphant Roland Garros win earlier this summer.

Jim: He will face Arnaud DiPasquale in the final. DiP has also announced his presence on the circuit, definitively defeating defending champion Richard Gasquet 6-2, 6-3 :eek:

Cliff: It’s amazing when you think of it: 3 wonderful stories have come from this tournament, and we’ve seen two of them already. Ferrero has made his return from injury, and Kratochvil is in the best upswing of his career. We will see if DiP can stop him, so please join us tomorrow for the final!!

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Michel slowly packs his bag in the locker room and sinks to the bench behind him. He is tired, physically and mentally, and very disappointed :(:( He always feels this way after a tight match, especially one he thought he could win. The summer swing had been very good to him, after he had his best showing in a Slam as a semifinalist at Wimbledon, followed up with a fourth-round showing at the US Open, where he was fighting a cold. He was quite sure this would be his breakthrough tournament, but unfortunately not.

Perhaps worst of all was how he lost his concentration :o That girl and her haunting voice. He winces at the thought. He had noticed her when he first stepped on court. She was sitting so quietly behind Ferrero’s chair, in his posse. She wasn’t beautiful, but there was something that struck him. Then the song. So malicious but earnest, and pretty damn funny at the same time. He, like everyone else, caught wind of what happened at TMS Canada and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together and realize what she was doing. And he found it irresistibly sweet, if cunning.

He picks up his bag and walks into the lounge, where he has to check his badge before moving off into the crowd and to his post-match interview. He was already dreading the questions about the match, especially the ones he was sure were coming about his sudden loss of concentration :o:o:o:o

He notices Ferrero has just passed through the checkpoint, and watches him as he exits the building. The girl is waiting for him, and Ferrero puts his arm around her and kisses her cheek before walking off. Michel narrows his eyes http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sardonic.gif as he observes them, but tries to push it from his mind.

But he can’t help but hum the tune she put in his head as he sets off behind the happy couple.

Leo7
12-02-2002, 02:59 AM
lmao Hackie. :D this story keeps getting better and better. and now on to the exciting final...

Mrs. B
12-02-2002, 07:17 PM
wow, galengggg mo, Hackie!!!!!

:)

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 08:55 PM
LOL, well, I'll take that as a compliment :o

RogiFan
12-02-2002, 09:15 PM
:) Hackie!

More please! I still haven't gone back to read ALL of your and Layla's adventures but what I've read so far makes you want to keep reading... next installment pls!! ;)

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 09:21 PM
:) Thanks RF!! I'm glad you like it :) I'm writing as fast as I can, I swear ;)

You should read all of it, though, especially the beginning when we were on a roll :)

RogiFan
12-02-2002, 09:23 PM
:) Hackie!

I love the "popcorn match" stuff from Jim -- I always think about that phrase he uses!! It makes me laugh! I use it myself, even when I want to watch a taped match -- let's see... is this a popcorn match or what?!!!

Sorry, I've only just started reading... and backwards actually! Am I weird or what?!!:p

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 09:37 PM
LOL at RF. There was even a special during our coverage of Wimbledon called "Jim's Popcorn Matches"--so I figured if you include Jim, you have to include his favorite phrase!

Yeah, read it backwards, it makes me look better :D

RogiFan
12-02-2002, 10:02 PM
:D Hackie, did I ever enjoy page 6!! I'm glad you put Alex in your storyline too!! What a riot!! Esther also... and Anna!! How appropriate that you were buying oranges, as they are the fruit of Valencia... ;)

Can you slip a bit of Rogi in too??? [just for me?:angel: ] Just a crazy idea...:p

TennisHack
12-02-2002, 10:09 PM
Well, RF, I can't (and won't) take full credit. Alex was Layla's storyline, and I agree that she did a wonderful job with it :)

Sure, we can put Rogi in somewhere!! If not me, then perhaps Layla (she hasn't written in awhile, but it's just as much her story as mine :)). Any particular thing you want him to be doing, or opponent to be playing?

I think we're going to Vienna next, so he'll definitely get a mention as a former champion there! We'll see what we can cook up ;)

Layla
12-02-2002, 11:55 PM
TH, your new installments are just brilliant! :bounce:

What a way to bring Michel into the story, and am I glad he's in it. no ulterior motives at all :o

Allez DiP! :D Sorry Juanqui. :o I'm just so excited that my two wonderful men are in the final. :hearts:

Er, before we move to Vienna, I should probably at least explain Layla's presence in Palermo. I'll try to whip something up in the next few days, if I don't die of exhaustion first.

TennisHack
12-03-2002, 12:18 AM
Originally posted by Layla
TH, your new installments are just brilliant! :bounce:

What a way to bring Michel into the story, and am I glad he's in it. no ulterior motives at all :o

Well, he's there but your ulterior motives might have to wait awhile. I plan to have this arc for a long time :D

Er, before we move to Vienna, I should probably at least explain Layla's presence in Palermo. I'll try to whip something up in the next few days, if I don't die of exhaustion first.

Yay! A Layla installment or two :bounce: I will put off the final, then (not that I have it worked out yet, or that I even should have time to write it :o).

RogiFan
12-03-2002, 01:14 AM
:) Hackie!

Writing Rogi into the story would be great! Thanks! Let's see... he can play and beat Haas! I love that rivalry esp. when my Rogi wins!! I remember that look he gave Tommy after he won the 2nd set in AUSOPEN -- he made some spectacular shots and tossed the ball nonchalantly into the air behind him, practically glaring at Haas on the way to his chair... it was brilliant!! Then they cut the broadcast! DAMN!

If I could attend every tournament that Rogi plays, I would, believe me! Imagine it... poor Rogi though!

I swear that when I saw Robredo play in TO, then I saw him practise w Alex in Madrid -- he was watching me watching him... probably thought to himself, I've seen that suspicious lurker somewhere before... :p

No honestly, I DO try to be discreet while I stare at Tommy or Alex or Rogi or Juanqui... really I do!!;)

Leo7
12-03-2002, 03:20 AM
just keep telling yourself that, RF. ;)

Lee
12-03-2002, 03:43 AM
Originally posted by RogiFan

No honestly, I DO try to be discreet while I stare at Tommy or Alex or Rogi or Juanqui... really I do!!;)

:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

Dissident
12-03-2002, 03:54 AM
LOL Hackie! :D
Congrats. Youre getting better every new time. :D

RogiFan
12-03-2002, 03:54 AM
:) Hi Lee and Leo7!!

How was your day? I'm catching up a little before bedfordshire!

DId I say that I usually stare at my faves through the lens of a camera?? :p

TennisHack
12-03-2002, 03:56 AM
Originally posted by RogiFan
DId I say that I usually stare at my faves through the lens of a camera?? :p

LMAO!! That's right, don't bite the hand that feeds you! ;)

Lee
12-03-2002, 04:02 AM
Originally posted by RogiFan
:) Hi Lee and Leo7!!

How was your day? I'm catching up a little before bedfordshire!

DId I say that I usually stare at my faves through the lens of a camera?? :p

Hi RF! So far so good! I don't know how I can still keep my eyes open. I went to bed at 4am and up at 7am and it's 9pm here.

RogiFan
12-03-2002, 04:09 AM
:) Lee why were you up so late and awake so early???

Hackie! How's the writing going? I'll have to visit your site [no, I didn't notice any shameless plugging...].

You know, it's remarkable just how restrained I was meeting my Rogi... I can't believe it myself. If I'm with someone [my sis] I usually hold back a little but I was alone and there weren't many people around so I could have jumped on him I suppose. But no, I was the model of reserved behaviour! ;)

One day I'll meet Juanqui -- I'm just dying to speak Spanish with him just to hear him reply en espanol. Same w Marat -- I have to work up the courage to say sth intelligent and intelligible in Russian [although Spanish w/be much easier]!!

TennisHack
12-03-2002, 04:17 AM
LOL, RF, I'm still tired out from last night's installments! ;)

I hope I'd be . . . well, not embarrassing if I was to ever meet one of my boys. I kinda like that most of them are flying under the radar, makes it easier to "jump them" I suppose ;) I'd probably be too nervous to conjure up something in a foreign language, though--and I'd hate for them to laugh at me if I said it wrong!! :o:o

Lee
12-03-2002, 04:26 AM
Originally posted by RogiFan
:) Lee why were you up so late and awake so early???



I have HBO and CINEMAX on cable and I was watching movies, Jaoquin (I may spell the name wrong) Pheonix is great in Quills, and reading a book....

My son's bus pick him up at 8am so......

Lee
12-03-2002, 04:29 AM
Originally posted by RogiFan


You know, it's remarkable just how restrained I was meeting my Rogi... I can't believe it myself. If I'm with someone [my sis] I usually hold back a little but I was alone and there weren't many people around so I could have jumped on him I suppose. But no, I was the model of reserved behaviour! ;)

One day I'll meet Juanqui -- I'm just dying to speak Spanish with him just to hear him reply en espanol. Same w Marat -- I have to work up the courage to say sth intelligent and intelligible in Russian [although Spanish w/be much easier]!!

Lucky you behave yourself, I don't want to see you jumped all over by securities.:D :D :D and frightened Rogi.

Vera
12-03-2002, 05:14 AM
:D :D :D :D :D

This is so much fun. Thanks Hackie! I can't wait for the next installment. Is Layla going to run into Hackie...Hackie runs into Michel...Juan Carlos runs into Layla....Oh, can't wait. I'll stop speculating:D.

Layla
12-03-2002, 12:52 PM
Originally posted by TennisHack

Yay! A Layla installment or two :bounce: I will put off the final, then (not that I have it worked out yet, or that I even should have time to write it :o).

Oh, you don't have to put off the final, I think people here can't wait to see the showdown (I know I'm one). Just don't move to Vienna before I post my installments.

And I forgot to mention that the smilies were also hilarious. :D Well done indeed. http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/worship.gif

RogiFan
12-03-2002, 05:00 PM
:D Hi Layla and Hackie!

Just read page 5 -- and I thought page 6 was good!! :p This is more fun than reading the latest tennis results!! No -- better!

Now onto page 4... [Layla, did you know I'm reading in reverse order?]

RogiFan
12-03-2002, 05:12 PM
Originally posted by TennisHack
...

Hackie struggles against the security guards, still howling. She notices Layla standing in the upper tier and starts shaking her fists in that general direction. She reaches in her pocket and throws the tape as hard as she can.

Everyone in the stadium ducks simultaneously. The tape shatters at Corretja's feet.[/i]

PMac: Let's see that again, from another angle!! [/B]

These lines are priceless, esp. the last one!!

Also I love the "newly blond hair"!!

Fun fantasy stuff! So... which one of you LOVES Juanqui more, I wonder... ;)

Layla
12-03-2002, 11:43 PM
Originally posted by RogiFan


Fun fantasy stuff! So... which one of you LOVES Juanqui more, I wonder... ;)

ME, ME, ME!!! :bounce: Lol, I'm just kidding. We probably both love him way to much ;) even though nothing is too much when it comes to our beloved Juanqui. :hearts:

TennisHack
12-03-2002, 11:52 PM
Mmmmmmm, I agree, it's never too much when it comes to our #1 boy. I guess, technically, one could argue Layla loves him more because she's married to him, but then, I have him, so :D

Draw?

RogiFan
12-04-2002, 12:27 AM
:) OK, a draw! We'll leave it at that then. There's enough Juanqui for you to share!! ;)

I'm going on to page 3 next I think...

Dissident
12-04-2002, 01:19 AM
lol
You two...

HACKIE, FINALS!! I cant wait. :D

ILR
12-04-2002, 04:33 PM
:o:o:o never reealised you'd written more.Awesome guys :D:D:D Im excited now

Layla
12-09-2002, 12:40 AM
It’s a beautiful autumn day in Sicily, and Juan Carlos and Hackie decide to take a stroll through the romantic streets of Palermo http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/liebe80.gif, blissfully unaware of any danger that might be lurking around the corner. http://smilies.networkessence.net/s/cwm/cwm/Up_to_something.gif They stop at a cozy market place and as Hackie leans to pick up a pomegranate, she experiences a sudden, unmistakable sensation of a dreaded and unwanted presence. http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen08.gif She turns around to locate the source of these fishy vibes, disregarding the possibility of it coming from the fish stall.

And there she is… LAYLA!!! http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen41.gif http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen44.gif The unsuspecting couple just stands there shocked and terrified. Remembering their recent kiss, Juan Carlos and Layla are so embarrassed they can’t even say hello to each other for several seconds. They don’t know where to look; they don’t dare look at each other and they can’t very well both stare at Hackie for that would be even more unpleasant for everyone concerned. So they both decide that the floor is the most exciting object in the immediate area. Juan Carlos is the first to regain his composure and he immediately confronts her soon-to-be-ex wife.

“What on earth are you doing here?”

Layla looks up with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

Every breath you take http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/muede04.gif
Every move you make http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/tiere23.gif
Every bond you break http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div192.gif
Every step you take http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div283.gif
I'll be watching you http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div203.gif

Every single day
Every word you say http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div03.gif
Every game you play
Every night you stay
I'll be watching you http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div203.gif

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/lachen55.gif
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div203.gif

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace http://www.smilies-world.de/Smilies/Smilies_klein_1/smilie_zauber.gif
I dream at night I can only see your face http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/muede27.gif
I look around but it's you I can't replace http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/conf44.gif
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/cold.gif
I keep crying baby, baby, please http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies/whinging.gif

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake

Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Layla
12-09-2002, 12:46 AM
Juan Carlos stands there aghast, all color drained from his face. http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen18.gif Layla finds his look of terror quite amusing.

Relax, I’m not stalking you, for heaven’s sake. I got a job with the ATP. http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/cool23.gif You must have known that I would never willingly abandon the world of tennis, it means too much to me.

Juan Carlos’ facial muscles relax a bit and he manages to utter:

What kind of a job? :eek:

Meet your new astrological consultant. :D Well, not yours obviously. I mean I’m the official astrological consultant for the ATP tour. Should you experience any problems or have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me, but I don’t expect you will. ;) I apologize if this is awkward for you two, that wasn’t my intention. Believe me, I have moved on. Hopefully we all can.

Hackie raises an eyebrow. http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/really.gif

Look, just pretend I’m not even there. You don’t have to notice me and I don’t have to notice you. That way, I can continue to do my job which I love and you can continue to do yours.

How can I pretend you’re not there if I keep running into you?

I don’t know, why don’t you just close your eyes or something. Layla is clearly getting annoyed.

By the way, I can’t believe you thought I was a deranged stalker. http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div49.gif That look on your face was priceless. I really thought you knew me better than that.

Always striving to have the last word in a conversation (a trait she doesn’t find too appealing to be honest), Layla turns around and walks away from the scene of the crime http://websmileys.bei.t-online.de/div56.gif leaving the two lovebirds to pick up the pieces of their shattered dream of a Layla-free universe. http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/boohoo.gif

Layla
12-09-2002, 12:50 AM
Ok, this was done in a hurry, but I just couldn't stand it anymore. I had to write at least something. I hope it suffices for now.

TennisHack
12-09-2002, 01:05 AM
Woohoo :bounce: It's wonderful :)

LOL, just couldn't stand it any longer, eh? ;)

RogiFan
12-09-2002, 02:09 AM
Originally posted by TennisHack
PMac (to station manager): This is why we cut away from the Roddick match?!

Cliff: We're live, Patrick.

...

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. [THIS IS TOO FUNNY!]

...

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. [THIS TOO!]

...

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.

Finally caught up until the new instalments, girls!

The above lines are precious!!! :p

TennisHack
12-09-2002, 02:11 AM
Woohoo :bounce: You finally know the whole story :)

And LOL, you're welcome for the 'above lines' :D

RogiFan
12-09-2002, 02:16 AM
:) Layla!

Just read the latest! You guys are so inspired to write and I can easily see how! It w/be so much fun to think up ideas and storylines.

"Pomegranates" -- nice local touch there!!

How did you know that Alex likes to sing? :p

RogiFan
12-09-2002, 02:17 AM
:) forgot to mention that I like the new job w the ATP!! ;)

Lee
12-09-2002, 04:21 PM
The installment is wonderful Layla! Can't believe you wrote it in a hurry!

BRAVO! BRAVO! BRAVO!

Mrs. B
12-09-2002, 04:30 PM
http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/thumbs.gif

:D

ILR
12-09-2002, 04:32 PM
Layla you have such a talent :) and you too Hackie :) very good job indeed,lovely thread :D

Leo7
12-10-2002, 01:40 AM
lol Layla. that was a classic. you chose the perfect song and those smilies are hilarious. i especially love the one of Juan Carlos with all the color drained from his face. :D

TennisHack
12-10-2002, 05:15 AM
The night after the unexpected meeting with Layla, Hackie finds herself in the midst of an interesting dream.

Hackie is in the hall of the hotel, standing in front of a mirror. It seems to be in the lobby of this luxurious players’ hotel, and it’s one of those huge trifold mirrors mostly seen in ladies’ dressing rooms. Hackie is quite pleased with her reflection and begins to express it.

I feel pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif
Oh so pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/stareup.gif
I feel pretty and witty and gay
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me today! :D

I feel charming http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/stareup.gif
Oh so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel :eek:
And so pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif
That I hardly can believe I'm real :eek: ;)

See the pretty girl in that mirror there --
Who can that attractive girl be? :confused:
Such a pretty face
Such a pretty dress
Such a pretty smile
Such a pretty me! :o :D

Hackie begins to dance in front of the mirror, not noticing the strange looks she is given.

I feel stunning
And entrancing
Feel like running and dancing for joy http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/wiggle2.gifhttp://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/hump.gif
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy! http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sloppy.gif

TennisHack
12-10-2002, 05:20 AM
She finally looks in the mirror and to her shock and surprise, random people passing through the lobby continue her song. She looks around wildly, a bit scared.

Have you met my good friend Hackie,
The craziest girl on the block? :D
You'll know her the minute you see her, ;)
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/eek4.gif

She thinks she's in love :rolleyes:
She thinks she's in Spain :rolleyes:
She isn't in love http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/depressed.gif
She's merely insane http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/madgrin.gif

It must be the heat --
Or some rare disease --
Or too much to eat --
Or maybe it's fleas http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/eek2.gif

Keep away from her,
Send for Juanqui! http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/2.gif
This is not the Hackie we know! :eek::sad:
Modest and pure --
Polite and refined --
Well-bred and mature --
And out of her mind! :D:eek:;):p

Miss America! Speech! Speech!

TennisHack
12-10-2002, 05:27 AM
Hackie continues cautiously, though happily.

I feel pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif
Oh so pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/stareup.gif
That the city should give me its key :D
A committee
Should be organized to honor me! :D;):angel:

I feel dizzy
I feel sunny http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sun.gif
I feel fizzy and funny and fine http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/colflash.gif
And so pretty http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/aha.gif
Miss America can just resign! http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/badrazz.gif

Hackie turns back to the mirror.

See the pretty girl in that mirror there --
What mirror where?
Who can that attractive girl be? :confused:
(Which? What? Where? Whom?) :confused::confused::confused::confused:
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
(Whommm? Whommm? )
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me! :o:D

Hackie twirls around the room.
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/wiggle2.gif http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/hump.gif
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy! http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sloppy.gif

Hackie ends with a flourish, and opens her eyes not to see her expected love Juan Carlos, but instead the face of a stranger! Hackie gasps as she recognizes the face . . .! and awakens with a start.

Dissident
12-10-2002, 01:30 PM
ooooooo!

This one was good!!!
It only gets better! :D:D

Well done, girls!

RogiFan
12-10-2002, 04:14 PM
:) You're keeping us in suspense!!!

Lee
12-10-2002, 06:26 PM
:) This is getting better and better.

Leo7
12-10-2002, 07:05 PM
yes this is too suspenseful! what happens next?! :bounce: :bounce: :D

Dissident
12-10-2002, 11:52 PM
Cmon, Im curious... Will you post the final chapter today??

*This remembers Im doing some "story" too. Translating a book for Guga´s forum I should be. Completely forgot! :eek:*

TennisHack
12-11-2002, 12:45 AM
Originally posted by Dissident
Cmon, Im curious... Will you post the final chapter today??

*This remembers Im doing some "story" too. Translating a book for Guga´s forum I should be. Completely forgot! :eek:*

If the mood strikes me :D No, seriously, I'll work on it but I can't promise it will be ready to post tonight.

And LOL!! I had forgotten about your translation, too! :o

Dissident
12-11-2002, 12:48 AM
hehe, Shame on myself. You CAN forget.

Im not pushing you, dont get it that way, please. Do when you feel you should. :D

TennisHack
12-11-2002, 03:45 AM
Cliff: A warm welcome to our viewers on ESPN. Today we bring you the conclusion of the Sicilian International Championships. I am joined by Jim Courier and, as always, Patrick McEnroe.

Jim: We’ve had quite a week of play, guys. Three prominent stories have emerged from this tiny tournament: first there is Juan Carlos Ferrero, who was out with a leg injury only five weeks ago :eek: He has stormed back onto the circuit, advancing to the final of this, the first tournament he’s played.

PMac: That’s right, Jim. And what a comeback it’s been! It’s too bad Ferrero had to miss the US Open, I’m sure he could have done some damage to that draw, especially since he’s pulled that serve-volley trick out of his bag!

Jim: Ferrero defeated Michel Kratochvil in the semifinals. Kratochvil has also been having an outstanding year, reaching his first Slam semifinal at Wimbledon, followed by a R16 showing at the US Open. He hasn’t yet won a title, but with his showings during the summer, I have to think he’s going to claim a title before the year is out. He plays outstanding on indoor courts.

Cliff: The third story is Arnaud DiPasquale. He has fought his way back from the brink, with a solid season of play this year. He’s taken Roddick out many times (to the chagrin of PMac :mad: ), among other top players. He is also a former champion here, so he knows the feeling of winning here well.

Jim: Cliff, he played very well at Roland Garros, but hasn’t had as much success during the summer hardcourt season. He’s still fighting, though, and his ranking will have a great boost no matter what the outcome of this match.

==============================================

Arnaud: Thanks.

He stands up with a smile.

Layla: Sure! Good luck!

Arnaud http://216.40.249.192/mysmilies/contrib/ruinkai/icon7xx.gif: Thanks.

He turns to leave. Layla drops her smile and looks down. So today was the big day. She was torn as to whether she should even watch the match. She had never cheered against her husband, never! But after all of this . . . and she thought she had handled the chance encounter with them well enough. And she kept telling herself, each time she saw them, the hurt would dissipate, even just a little bit.

Her heart beats rapidly as she stands and beings to gather her things. It was rather last minute that Arnaud had called on her, but she hadn’t had very many clients and was grateful for the chance to get the word out among the players. If Arnaud won today, it would do a lot for her career within the tour.

But if he won, that would also mean that Juan Carlos would lose. And there in lies the rub—advancement of her career over his.

Layla: Argh, he doesn’t care about me, so why should I care about him? There’s no way I’m going to watch this match if I’m just going to torture myself like this throughout the whole thing!

TennisHack
12-11-2002, 03:48 AM
http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/love.gif

Hackie and Juan Carlos embrace. They were both nervous. Juan Carlos had just finished preparing for the match, but this had become a part of his routine as well—hugging her and taking a moment for himself.

Hackie was in a great mood. She was cautiously excited. After pulling out that wonderful victory over Kratochvil in the semis, she was certain he’d win the whole tournament. And it would be her first as more than just a fan.

Hackie: Good luck, darling.

Juan Carlos: Thanks.

He kisses her cheek http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/sloppy.gif and picks up his bag. Hackie watches him leave and then walks to the stadium to find her seat. She feels calm and relaxed and finally, like she has a place in the world. She hadn’t felt this well in years, since before she was committed to the mental hospital. She smiles :) as she sits between Antonio and Miguel.


Cliff: Ah, the match is about to begin! Ferrero has chosen to return serve.

PMac: Well, he looks a bit nervous straight out of the gates. He’s flubbing that backhand with embarrassing consistency in this first game.

Jim: I’m sure he’s feeling the pressure. It would be an amazing thing to win the first tournament one plays coming back from an injury, and I’m sure that’s on his mind.

--

Jim: Okay, even I’ll admit he’s pressing, badly at this point. He dropped his first service game and now looks to fall behind 4-0 :eek:

PMac: It’s that backhand.

Cliff: Also the fact that he hasn’t hit a first serve in all day :eek::eek:

Juan Carlos just looks a little lost. He’s standing much farther behind the baseline than usual, a sure sign that he has little confidence. Arnaud has been playing the match of his life, as if he was inspired by some otherworldly force.

He stares down at the ball for a moment at 15-40. This is stupid, he tells himself. Why am I standing here contemplating his play? I need to get my head together, and do what I do best—play my game.

--

Jim: Well, that was quite a comeback. That might have been the crucial game of the match. It seems Ferrero finally got his head together.

PMac: And not a moment too soon. He’s finally giving DiPasquale the match worthy of being called a final. I always knew the little Spaniard had it in him!

Cliff and Jim :rolleyes:

TennisHack
12-11-2002, 03:51 AM
“Excuse me . . sorry . . . excuse me . . . ” Michel politely moves down to an empty seat closer to the court. He had arrived, after much internal debate, after the completion of the first set—Ferrero leads 7-5 after three consecutive breaks of serve.

Michel slumps in his seat, pulling his hat over his eyes and lowering his sunglasses as he scans the crowd across the way. He couldn’t get that damn song out of his head. His heart skips a beat as he spies her, sitting in Ferrero’s box, chatting with his coaches.

==============================================

Arnaud regroups his game plan, absent-mindedly taking a swig of his water. He was a bit rusty and had been getting by on luck early in the first set. But he was feeling good about his chances, especially after fighting back when Ferrero suddenly found himself.

He smoothes his hair and puts his hat on, distracted by a movement in his periphery. He glances to the corner of the court and sees Layla move back behind the tournament official. At first he thought it was a mirage, but as he was walking back on court, Layla confirmed her presence. One of the tournament officials standing in the corner jokingly pushes her in front of them and Layla tries her best to refuse :o The extra ball boys and girls rush back to the corner and block his vision as he turns to receive serve to begin the set.

==============================================

PMac: Wow, Ferrero is on fire!! Arnaud has been putting up quite a battle, but so far nothing has stopped the reigning King of Clay!!

Cliff: DiP isn’t out of this thing, yet. They are tied on serve at 3-all. Technically, anything could still happen!

Jim: Well, I’m going to have to agree with Pat on this one, Juan Carlos is looking to make a destiny run here. He will have achieved an amazing feat, but it also shows how far he’s come in his mental toughness. He catches himself being negative much earlier in a match and can easily turn it around. Kudos to his coach!!

--

PMac: This is it—say goodbye to DiP! Ferrero has just broken for 5-3 in this second set.


Layla pushes to the front of the crowd in the corner of the court. The ball kids at her feet, the tournament officials worrying about getting the trophies ready to go all made for an exciting climax. She gripped the corner of the seating, her breath coming short and fast.

Hackie sat up straight in her seat, her heart beating in her throat. She was so nervous she was beginning to giggle helplessly, and both Antonio and Miguel had to help her control herself. The three made a funny sandwich, a giggling girl, totally red and desperately trying to control herself by covering her mouth, between two grown men with the look of fear of God on their faces as they watched their charge.

Michel also sat up a little straighter, pulling his hat over his eyes. So far he hadn’t been bothered by the crowd; he was fairly sure he hadn’t been recognized and for that, he was grateful.

Juan Carlos played the game perfectly. He served a bomb of an ace to go up 15-0. A softer, spun serve helped throw DiPasquale off just enough to hit the return wide for 30-0. Figuring he had nothing to lose, Ferrero served and volleyed, hitting a perfect low backhand volley at the net to gain triple match point. He took his time setting up the next point, and Arnaud was finally able to connect. The two rallied until Ferrero drew DiPasquale to the net and then passed him with a backhand crosscourt, struck with textbook precision.

Jim: Juan Carlos Ferrero has done the impossible!! In his very first tournament from an injury, he has won!!

PMac: The King of Clay reigns supreme!

Juan Carlos falls to his knees, an expression somewhere between pain and total bliss on his face. He looks up to heaven, tears glistening behind his eyes, and blows a kiss to his mother. After looking down for a moment, he stands and goes to the net, hugging Arnaud and congratulating him on a great match. He goes to his chair to drop off his racquet, then goes back on court to embrace is crowd.

TennisHack
12-11-2002, 03:54 AM
Layla gasps as she watches Juan Carlos’s fabulous match point. The ball kids that have been cheering for Ferrero scream with delight, along with the rest of the crowd. Layla takes a few deep breaths and falls back into the corner. She is ecstatically happy for her husband but has to take a moment to find herself.

Michel leans forward in his seat, carefully trying to watch the reactions of Ferrero’s box after Juan Carlos falls to the ground. The coaches practically squeeze Hackie to death in their joy, then jump up and begin screaming with the rest of the crowd.

Juan Carlos acknowledges the crowd, turning all the way around in a slow circle and waving :wavey::wavey::wavey: until he feels his arm is about to fall off. His smile is so big :D his mouth hurts, and he is suddenly grateful to everyone in that stadium for helping cheer him to victory. He completes another circle around as the stadium erupts in screams and clapping for a second time.

Juan Carlos laughs suddenly http://smilies.crowd9.com/contrib/blackeye/hihi.gif as he finally turns to his box. Antonio and Miguel have helped Hackie stand up on top of the seating sides, and she balances precariously. Juan Carlos moves over to take her hand and help her onto court. Hackie hugs him, then kisses him http://216.40.249.192/mysmilies/otn/love/kotl.gif long enough to elicit a loud catcall from the crowd.

Layla’s smile disappears as she sees this, flashing back to her memory at Roland Garros. There is a pang in her heart. “I couldn’t resist, but I had to see this?!” she asks herself sadly :sad:

Another heart feels a start in the stadium, and Michel burrows into his seat. “I came here to see the match,” he tells himself. “That’s all.”

Lee
12-11-2002, 04:07 PM
What an intriguing story!!!!

Congrats TH & Layla! :bounce:

Your girls rock!

ILR
12-11-2002, 04:24 PM
aw wow :D That was mint (slang english word for EXCELLENT!)

RogiFan
12-11-2002, 04:26 PM
:) Hackie and Layla!

You keep us wanting MORE! Fab! I see Micha snuck into the storyline!! ;)

Leo7
12-12-2002, 12:45 AM
great story, Hackie. and congrats to Juanqui on winning Palermo! :D :bounce: so which tourney is next?

TennisHack
12-12-2002, 01:07 AM
Originally posted by Leo7
so which tourney is next?

Either Tokyo or Moscow. I wanna go to Russia!

Leo7
12-12-2002, 01:13 AM
Russia sounds good to me. maybe Yevgeny or Misha can get a spot in one of your stories? :D

TennisHack
12-12-2002, 01:20 AM
Ooh, maybe!

And no, I didn't forget, girls -- Rogi still has to claim his spot as well ;)

Layla
12-12-2002, 01:39 AM
Brilliant, just brilliant! :bounce:

I loved the new installments TH! :D

My comments? Oh shoot, I was secretly cheering for Arnaud. :( ;) But congrats to Juanqui on such a wonderful comeback. :)

Errr, what do you mean Layla doesn't have many clients? http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen61.gif lol

And Michel, I feel your pain brother!

Oh and thanks for all the compliments. You guys are the sweetest. :o

TennisHack
12-12-2002, 01:41 AM
Originally posted by Layla
Brilliant, just brilliant! :bounce:

I loved the new installments TH! :D

My comments? Oh shoot, I was secretly cheering for Arnaud. :( ;) But congrats to Juanqui on such a wonderful comeback. :)


..::takes a bow::.. LOL :D


Errr, what do you mean Layla doesn't have many clients? http://www.jordysworld.de/emoticons/augen61.gif lol

Well, it *is* your first tournament since accepting your job . . . you know, had to keep it realistic :D

Dissident
12-12-2002, 01:59 AM
LOL! Sweeeeeet, hackie! :D Congrats!!

hehe... Keep it going both of you! You make this all so great that I feel tempted to do something similar or even contribute in here... lol

TennisHack
12-12-2002, 02:02 AM
:o Now you make me blush.

TennisHack
12-12-2002, 08:10 PM
http://www.usopen.org/images/pics/large/b_0830_014.jpg


Juan Carlos Ferrero Makes Triumphant Return to Tour

PALERMO, Italy—Juan Carlos Ferrero has come back with a bang. The reigning Roland Garros champion, who was sidelined by an injury four weeks before the US Open, won the Sicilian International Championships with a 7-5, 6-3 victory over Arnaud DiPasquale.

Ferrero found himself in the final after winning several tremendous matches, including a quarterfinal against former Palermo champion Fernando Gonzalez of Chile. There, he created a stir when he successfully adapted the serve-and-volley style into his game. He narrowly defeated Michel Kratochvil of Switzerland in the semifinal, 7-6, 6-7, 7-5.

DiPasquale had a similar trip to the final, defeating defending champion and red-hot teenager Richard Gasquet. DiPasquale is also a former champion, having taken his only singles title to date here in 2000. He fell in the rankings shortly afterwards, mostly do to injuries. He clawed his way back into the Top 100, and has so far had a solid and healthy comeback year, including a fourth round showing at Roland Garros.

“Of course I’m disappointed that I couldn’t repeat my wonderful win here,” DiPasquale told the press after the match. “But overall, I’m very happy with my results this year. Last year at this time, I was playing Challengers, and here I am, in the final of a tour-level event. It feels good.”

Ferrero was overwhelmed with his win. “I never expected to come back like this,” he said in is post-match interview. “I am very grateful to the tournament for giving me a wildcard, and to crowd for helping me to victory.”

Ferrero had not won a tournament since capturing Roland Garros in June. With his win here, he will pocket $48,850.

TennisHack
01-03-2003, 09:01 PM
Layla hadn’t budged from her spot since the trophy ceremony. She was sitting in the now-dark players lounge—well, it was still light when she moved there :o Everything was a blur after that kiss. For the first time in a long time, she had watched Juan Carlos accept his trophy from afar, and it hurt her :sad: So much so that she left as soon as was polite, and found herself in a corner now.

Oh, she didn’t want to admit she was still aching with the pain of her divorce. She had been brash enough in their presence, and had almost convinced herself she was over it, over him, over their past. But she wasn’t, and she was perfectly content to wallow in her misery—she thought perhaps it would help cleanse the system.

But no outward emotion could be seen. The torment was all on the inside, and now, after a few hard hours, it was numbing itself away. The sun had since set, leaving her in the dark, and finally she thought she might be able to move.

She got up, collected her things, and left the lounge. As she was turning away from the center court stadium, she saw someone and inwardly sighed. She felt she was in no condition to meet the public.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you again!” a voice called after her as she rounded the grounds. She looked back and saw, in the faint light of the street lamp, Arnaud DiPasquale. He had been jogging lightly behind her, presumably to catch up to her. Apparently he was the one in the stadium.

Layla waited for him. “Why do you want to thank me? I told you the wrong thing!” :(

“So you were a little off—that’s okay. You gave me the confidence I needed to go out and play,” he joked.

Layla wasn’t amused. “Why are you still here?” Her voice was flat, emotionless.

“I was sitting on the court, reflecting,” he answered, looking up dreamily. “It’s a little thing I do when I reach a final. I like to think about what lead me to that point and try to remember that when I play the next tournament.” :) He paused. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Layla muttered, beginning to walk again. She just wanted to go home, curl into bed, and leave this day behind.

“I know it must’ve been hard for you, cheering against him,” Arnaud remarked, stopping her in her tracks.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Layla said, not turning.

Arnaud caught up to her again. “Would you like to grab a coffee?”

Layla turned and gave him a look that said, “Coffee? Are you kidding me?!” Arnaud smiled. “All right then, how about a stiff drink?”

She relented, and they walked on. Arnaud suggested a tiny café he knew, and was the complete gentleman as they sat and ordered. Before she could tell the waiter what she wanted, he spoke up and ordered in Italian for her as well as himself. Layla was impressed, but it was fleeting as she lapsed back into herself.

“What did you order for me?” she asked him.

“You’ll see,” he replied :D

She had to smile at that. The waiter soon brought two dry martinis, as well as the bottle of vodka they were made with. “Wild guess,” Arnaud smiled as Layla looked surprised.

The rest was a blur. Layla consumed her drink and, quite enchanted by the shallow conversation they were having, drank more of the vodka than she realized. She rather did it on purpose, liking the feeling she had as she slipped from conscious thought. Finally, an escape.

The next thing she knew, she awoke with a start in a strange bed. She looked around frantically before seeing Arnaud sitting at the table in the corner. He smiled at her and said, “To reassure you, we did nothing last night. I just didn’t know where you were staying, so I brought you to my room.”

Layla collapsed onto the bed as the hangover announced its presence.http://www.gamers-forums.com/smilies/cwm/3dlil/puke.gif

Vera
01-03-2003, 09:10 PM
:eek: :eek: :eek: Layla :D :D :D Hackie, good one!

Leo7
01-04-2003, 12:44 AM
lol Hackie. another terrific story. and i just love the ending. ;)

RogiFan
01-04-2003, 01:02 AM
:D Hackie!

Great story... I am wondering what will happen next! ;)

DiP eh?? Hmm...:)

Lee
01-04-2003, 02:14 AM
Originally posted by Vera
:eek: :eek: :eek: Layla :D :D :D Hackie, good one!

ditto

TennisHack
01-09-2003, 04:51 AM
DiP catching sight of Layla again ;)

Leo7
01-09-2003, 11:51 AM
looks like layla has a stalker ;)

TennisHack
02-03-2003, 02:59 AM
Ahh, Moscow. Hackie had never felt quite so at home as she did in the Russian capital. She and her love Juan Carlos had flown out after the post-match picture ceremony, too tired to celebrate by themselves. Antonio teased them as they almost missed their flight, but the couple shrugged it off. They happily slept for most of the trip to Russia from Italy, and were duly suffering from jet lag when the plane landed.

So it was a lucky coincidence that the tournament was being delayed. Everyone had arrived in the morning to find a huge leak in the roof over center court, and the directors were hastily trying to repair. It was quite an amusing sight seeing big men in nice suits running around with buckets and yelling at the maintenance people to hurry, hurry, hurry! :D

Hackie was in the large, spacious players’ lounge reading a book. Juan Carlos, still feeling a bit out of sorts, was playing cards with Roger Federer and Mikhail Youzhny. The room was fairly abuzz as male and female players amused themselves by playing video games, checking their email, or reading books and chatting.

Hackie was curled in a chair with her book, and believed it was the universal sign that she wanted to be left alone. She was still processing the events of Italy (all of them ;)) and feeling a bit woozy from the travel. She was amazed at how the players seemed to travel with such ease between time zones.

“Helllllllllllllllllllo,” said a voice. Hackie glanced over her book to see Andy Roddick, trying his hardest to be suave. She quickly looked down again.

Roddick rolled his eyes :rolleyes: and sighed loudly, flailing his arms as if he couldn’t control them.

Roddick: I said, “hello!”

Hackie: Hi.

Roddick: So, what’cha doing?

Hackie: Reading.

Roddick: Pfft, reading’s for chumps. :rolleyes:

Hackie http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/confused2.gif

Roddick sighed loudly (again) and sank to the floor so he could be at her eyelevel.

Roddick: I’ve never seen you around before.

Hackie is silent, but gripping the sides of her book.

Roddick: C’mon, girlie, talk to me!! Why don’t you want to talk to me? Don’t you think I’m hot?

Hackie can barely stifle her guffaw, but manages and is still silent.

Roddick (still droning on): . . . . everyone thinks I’m hot. I’m *always* mobbed at tournaments, especially the US Open. Girls practically throwing themselves at me! He smiles at the thought. So, wanna make out with me?

Hackie :eek:

She started sinking into the chair and pulling her book over her face to hide from Roddick. Roddick, still quite enamoured with himself :hearts:, gets up and leans down, his big, slobbery lips aiming right for her. Hackie closes her eyes and shields herself with her book, dreading the impending kiss.

She feels a woosh of air and hears a thud and immediately looks up. Roddick’s disgusting mouth is no longer in her field of vision; in fact there’s no one in front of her. She sits up straight and sees Roddick on the ground, lolling in exaggerated pain. “Oh! Ohhhhhh, my back! My back!!” he wails http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/mecry.gif Most of the room turns to look at him, and most of the faces are a mixture of amusement and disgust.

Juan Carlos is out of his seat immediately. He goes over to Hackie and puts his arm around her shoulders protectively. Hackie looks over at him but her gaze is tagged and her heart almost stops. It’s the man from her dream :eek::eek::eek: He’s standing next to Juan Carlos, staring down at Roddick and rolling his eyes :rolleyes:

Michel cuts his eyes to Hackie, then offers Roddick a hand up. Roddick continues to milk the moment until he notices that everyone has lost interest in him, then reluctantly takes the Swiss’s hand. Once on his feet, Roddick is miraculously healed and off in search of another victim.

Hackie stands and wraps her arms around Juan Carlos, unable to take her eyes off Michel. Michel conspicuously avoids her gaze, watching Roddick gallop off to another corner of the room.

“Thank you, Michel,” Juan Carlos says, catching the Swiss’s attention and extending a hand to him.

“Oh, no problem,” Michel answers quietly. He looks at Hackie and says, “Roddick’s an asshole, and he needs to learn some decorum. I’m sorry he bothered you.”

Hackie can only nod at him, still speechless that she has come in contact with the man of her dream so suddenly. Michel turns away and Juan Carlos invites Hackie to join his game. She agrees but her mind is still on the incident . . .

Lee
02-03-2003, 03:05 AM
LMAO!

Originally posted by TennisHack

“Oh, no problem,” Michel answers quietly. He looks at Hackie and says, “Roddick’s an asshole, and he needs to learn some decorum. I’m sorry he bothered you.”


Decorum, wonder whether Andy knows what's the meaning?

Juanqui beware!

vaiva
02-03-2003, 03:57 PM
Great story TH :) You sure have a natural talent to write.

LOL @ "Roddick continues to milk the moment until he notices that everyone has lost interest in him, then reluctantly takes the Swiss’s hand. Once on his feet, Roddick is miraculously healed and off in search of another victim."

And LOL @ Layla drinking too much vodka in previous story :eek: :eek: :eek: I really have to go back and see what made her so upset!

ILR
02-03-2003, 06:43 PM
Roddick (still droning on): . . . . everyone thinks I’m hot. I’m *always* mobbed at tournaments, especially the US Open. Girls practically throwing themselves at me! He smiles at the thought. So, wanna make out with me?

:p LOL @ Roddick!ha ha that was funny Hackie!:D

TennisHack
02-03-2003, 08:44 PM
Originally posted by vaiva
And LOL @ Layla drinking too much vodka in previous story :eek: :eek: :eek: I really have to go back and see what made her so upset!

Yes, you should go back and read the whole story, it's quite amusing :) It's where a lot of our jokes about PMac & C.Dri come from, among other things.

And RF read it backwards, so apparently its funny both ways :D

RogiFan
02-03-2003, 09:28 PM
Originally posted by TennisHack
Yes, you should go back and read the whole story, it's quite amusing :) It's where a lot of our jokes about PMac & C.Dri come from, among other things.

And RF read it backwards, so apparently its funny both ways :D

Now I'm reading it in the correct order and it's still funny!! ;)

There are so many clever passages I don't know where to begin to comment!

Juanqui and Rogi and Misha playing cards together is cute! I like that for starters!

Pandy's dialogue is priceless!!! And the little "stage instructions", i.e. "flailing his arms" -- it's SO Pandy! I can just picture him!! Pandy's efforts to catch Hackie's attention -- hilarious! And "Reading's for chumps"!!! :p Only Pandy could "sigh loudly"! "Come on girlie... Everyone thinks I'm hot..." :rolleyes: :D His slobbery lips... his "miraculous" recovery!!!

Too much!!! :) ;)

More please!! ;)

TennisHack
02-24-2003, 02:06 AM
Layla returned from a quick trip to the restroom to find a single yellow rose on her table. Her eyes widened :eek: and she stopped mid-step upon spotting it. After a moment she shook herself out of it and sat down, picking up the flower and twirling it between her fingers. Who could it be from?

She looked across the room, spying for possibilities. She was in a corner, tucked back from the general business of the room but had an excellent view. The leak on center court had delayed the start of play, and every so often an official would give an update. He would always stand next to her set up and she was grateful for the unintended publicity. She had attracted more players, including some of the women.

But she had been without a customer for awhile and was content to stare into the crowd to find the rose bearer. She spotted Andy Roddick talking up some poor girl in a chair and cringed inwardly. It was amazing that someone sweet and romantic could exist within the same institution as the dopey-eyed, gangly American #3 :rolleyes:

Her gaze moved away from the scene. She noted with interest that Michel Kratochvil was also eyeing the Roddick ambush. Layla was surprised; surely the dishy Swiss was above envying Roddick :o

Layla then spotted her soon-to-be ex-husband at one of the card tables. Her heart skipped a beat and her fingers ceased motion. Juan Carlos had always been a romantic soul – could this be his way of apologizing?

He looked up suddenly and made eye contact with her. His expression was grim, but he didn’t look away. Layla hit behind the flower but didn’t back down either.

Their staring contest ended with Roddick’s hysterics. Layla looked over and almost fell out of her chair for laughing.

“So much for Swiss neutrality,” a voice commented drolly.

Layla looked in the direction of the voice and noticed that Arnaud was standing next to her, one hand draped on the back of her chair and the other balancing his half-bent form against the table. She smiled at him and, glancing back in her ex’s direction, once again hid behind the flower. Juan Carlos still seemed to be looking at her though he was headed in Hackie’s direction.

Arnaud followed Layla’s gaze. “Poor Michel. It’s never fun being in love with someone who’s taken.”

Layla looked at him, puzzled by his remark. She looked at her rose and carefully placed it aside. “So are you here for another session?”

“No, I came to give you this,” Arnaud said, handing her the other five roses http://www.stopstart.freeserve.co.uk/smilie/Flowers.gif As she looked at them in shock, he turned and left.

TennisHack
02-24-2003, 02:07 AM
Hackie had been having a less than laugh-a-minute time playing cards with the boys. Though she had enjoyed the company of Federer & Youzhny, her attention wasn’t completely on the matter at hand. Roger had been very nice to her and Mikhail rather indifferent, but their dispositions weren’t the reason for her lag of attention.

Her mind was still stuck on the incident with Roddick. Or, more to the point, Michel. It all made her feel very strange. She couldn’t fathom why Michel would feel the need to stick up for her, especially considering what she had done to him in Palermo. Of course, she also had no clue as to why he was in her dream, catching her hand instead of Juan Carlos. Perhaps that’s what troubled her the most.

Hackie kept an eye on Michel and almost revealed her hand when she saw a tall, leggy girl walk over and brush up against him :eek: The girl sat and began talking to Michel and the two seemed to be having a good time. She wore the clothes of a professional player, but Hackie didn’t recognize her.

Hackie was brought back to the situation with a pat on the leg by Juan Carlos, who imitated that it was her turn. With a slight blush :o she returned to the game, but continued to be intrigued by the situation unfolding across the room.

==============================================

Michel collapsed in one of the reading chairs across the room after his confrontation with Roddick. He was still questioning the logic of his actions, but he just couldn’t stand by and let that moron harass a perfectly innocent posse member.

Or would he have done it if it hadn’t been her? Goodness knows he quite enjoyed the adrenaline rush he felt when he noticed she was looking at him, apparently grateful for his interference.

Michel was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice anyone headed for him until she had brushed his shoulders and appeared at his side.

“Hey,” Daniela said, sitting next to Michel. She, like everyone else in the lounge, had seen the commotion. However, upon noting his dejection after the encounter, she became a bit concerned.

“Hi,” Michel said, a bit surprised. He hadn’t spoken to his ex-girlfriend in months.

Daniela smiled at him. “How are you doing?”

“Okay,” he replied, smiling back at her.

“I saw what you did, with Roddick. I don’t know if she thanked you, but I do. You always were compassionate like that,” Dani said. “Besides, it seems to have either knocked Roddick down a notch or given the rest of the female population of the room courage, as he doesn’t seem to be having much luck.”

Michel looked around and noticed Dani’s observation was indeed correct. Roddick was moving around the room with a jackrabbit, flitting from conversation to conversation. He laughed.

Dani’s smile grew as he laughed. Their relationship had been relatively short but quite passionate, as both seemed quite alike and each egged on the other. It was the only time she had ever been grateful for Martina’s meddling.

Michel: I hope you’re doing well.

Dani: I am. How about you?

Michel didn’t answer.

Dani: I know how you tick. She must be special if you won’t even talk about her.

Michel :o: Well, you have to admit it’s weird to be talking about such a thing with your ex-girlfriend.

Dani: Okay, point conceded. ;) She took his hand. Just don’t get hurt, okay? I’m here if you need me :)

Michel :): Thanks. So tell me what’s been going on with the ladies. I quite miss being privy to the latest gossip . . .

Vera
02-24-2003, 02:33 AM
Hehehe, Juanqui beware. Both his women are drifting away from him :D. Dani and Michel is quite a good match, how about Dani and Blake, beautiful ppl both of them :).

Thanks Hackie for the new installments :) .

ILR
02-24-2003, 02:54 PM
:D hee hee Hackie,I dont know where you get your ideas from!:D I love the way you ridicule Roddick aswell ;)

RogiFan
02-24-2003, 03:54 PM
:) I love this line:

It was the only time she had ever been grateful for Martina’s meddling.

lol!! ;)

This is getting complicated, Hackie! I need a quick reference of characters and their relationships to other characters now!! :p

Layla
02-26-2003, 09:43 PM
YAY! New installments!!! :bounce:

:o He gave me 6 roses? How sweet! :hearts: LOL, it's just like Layla to be clueless. ;) I like the direction this story is taking. :D Too bad I can't contribute to it.

And what a shame Arnaud had to lose to one of my least favorite players in real life. :sad::sad:

TennisHack
02-26-2003, 10:18 PM
Aww, I look forward to when you can contribute again :( It's not as much fun just writing it by myself.

But I'm glad you like the direction I'm taking in your absence :)

Leo7
02-27-2003, 12:52 AM
Great installments Hackie, as usual. I noticed Roddick was the American #3.. so is James ahead of him by then? :D

TennisHack
03-07-2003, 05:18 AM
Juan Carlos was a big bundle of nerves, though he looked otherwise. He was sitting in the chair in front of Layla’s table, trying his hardest to look comfortable, natural, like he was just another player stopping by for a bit of expertise. But he wasn’t. This was much more serious.

He continued to run the plan through his head. He had done a lot of thinking during that crazy Monday in Moscow, and had come to a decision. This situation was too messy and, for the sake of everyone involved, he hoped to solve it then and there.

Layla walked back to her table, stopping mid-stride when she saw her husband. Her heart beat faster. What was he doing there? They hadn’t spoken since that stormy autumn afternoon in Spain. As her palms began to sweat, she gulped and walked to her table.

Juan Carlos made the mistake of looking up a beat too soon. He had been studying the lining on the front of the table and was determined to keep his eyes away from her as long as possible. But he looked up, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. And he paid the price. Involuntarily he drew a breath, his heart pounding in his chest. She was so beautiful, this was so hard to do.

Layla sat down and looked at him questioningly. Before she could speak, Juan Carlos sat up, eyes back to the table lining, and pulled an envelope from his lap.

Juan Carlos: This is for you.

Layla took the envelope, turned it over in her hand before opening it. She gasped when she saw its contents.

Juan Carlos: This is your copy of the divorce decree. I have signed the papers, as you can see, and I have sent copies to the proper authorities in Spain and Slovenia.

Layla is completely stunned. She looks up at her now ex-husband, but he can’t meet her gaze. Anger scores her spine as her thoughts race.

Layla: She put you up to this, didn’t she :fiery:

Juan Carlos: What? Who? Hackie? She doesn’t know anything about this.

Layla (sarcastically): Why don’t I believe that. Since she’s the cause of all this to begin with.

Juan Carlos stands and grabs Layla’s arm, pulling her into a more private corner. Do you really want to go there, Layla? You’re the one who cheated on me. :mad:

Layla pulls herself free.

Juan Carlos: She doesn’t know anything about this, I swear. Hmm, sort of like how I didn’t know anything about this job of yours on tour, either. (His tone softens.) Look, this is too messy. If we’re going to be seeing each other on a weekly basis, then we need to be clear, we need to know where we stand with each other. Last night I read and reread that note you put with the petition. (He shows her a crumpled, well-worn piece of paper.) And you’re right. You don’t deserve to be hanging by a thread.

Layla’s face crumbles; Juan Carlos looks away.

Juan Carlos: I’m sorry, Layla, that it has to end this way. But this is ultimately what you wanted and now I’m granting your wish. I hope we can still be friends.

Layla is close to tears; she doesn’t respond for fear of those tears spilling over.

Juan Carlos backs away from her, but still can’t look at her. “Goodbye,” he whispers, turning on his heel. Layla heaves a big breath, now holding her note as well as a copy of the divorce petition. As she sees his name so boldly scribbled on the page, the tears come crashing and she runs from the room.

:sad::sad::sad::sad:

TennisHack
03-07-2003, 05:20 AM
Layla sniffles :sad: as she continues to close up shop. It had been a long day thanks to the bomb dropped this morning, and a hard one as well. There were few customers (probably because she wasn’t at her table as much as usual) and even fewer good results from the tournament to cheer her up. New friend Arnaud DiPasquale followed up his final effort in Palermo with a first round crash to Mikhail Youzhny, and Fabrice Santoro had to retire during his first round match with a leg strain. Old buddy Goran Ivanisevic was planning to return to competitive tennis here but also had to retire in his first round match, this time with a wrist strain. All in all, a pretty horrible day.

And finally, it was over. She packed her last box and stored it in the closet in the players’ lounge. Returning to the table, she picked up that damned envelope and put it in the pocket of her coat. She left the room, turning off the lights.

She was halfway down the corridor to the parking lot when two arms intercepted her. Surprised and visibly shaken, she almost gave her captor whatfor, only stopping when she saw who it was. Arnaud could sense something was wrong, that Layla was deeply disturbed. His first impulse was to hug her, but quickly bit that back when he saw her fists ready.

Layla relaxed, tiredness and a headache setting in. She turned from Arnaud so he couldn’t see her puffy eyes – but she was too late.

Arnaud: Hey, is everything okay?

Layla: Yes, yes, just fine.

Arnaud: So you wouldn’t mind sitting with me for a few minutes?

Layla’s eyes widened :eek: as she thought of spending one more torturous moment in that building. But it was easier to give in, so she did. Fine.

Arnaud smiled :) and led her into the main hall, onto center court. You know I have a habit of thinking about my last match, and I was wondering if you could help me dissect it. Since you’ve been such a big help to me so far :)

Layla sighed, reluctant to give her advice, but didn’t say anything.

Eventually the came onto the court. As Arnaud stepped onto the back court, a song began to blast from the PA system.

The lights go out and I can't be saved
Tides that I tried to swim against
Have brought me down upon my knees
Oh I beg, I beg and plead singing

Come out of things unsaid
Shoot an apple off my head and a
Trouble that cant be named
A tiger's waiting to be tamed singing

You are
You are

Confusion never stops
Closing walls and ticking clocks
Gonna come back and take you home
I could not stop that you now know singing

Come out upon my seas,
Cursed missed opportunities
Am I a part of the cure
Or am I part of the disease, singing

You are, you are, you are
You are, you are, you are

And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares
And nothing else compares

You are
You are

Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go
Home, home where I wanted to go


Layla is beyond surprised. The opening swell of music brings the tears to the surface once again, and they spill over soon enough. Arnaud puts his arms around Layla, silently holding her as they stand on the edge of the court. She eventually pulls her hands from her eyes and hugs him back, letting all of the pent-up emotion from the day flow.

It had been a long time since she had let herself go to the brink of her emotions, but then, it had also been a long time since she had been in the company of someone who would let her do it.

Lee
03-07-2003, 05:33 AM
:sad: poor Layla :sad:

:) Juanqui sounds like a jerk here :)

Great installment TH! http://www.smilies.org/basesmilies3/marcelpoire.gif

Vera
03-07-2003, 05:50 AM
:sad:

Hey, Dip is such a lovely guy, I'm beginning to like him too :D .