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Post by sugarpie on Mar 17, 2010 15:41:35 GMT -5
Catching up...........
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Post by lalogan on May 23, 2010 22:18:09 GMT -5
I am still loving the story Miss Jr. and I love Boo Hoo being put in her place, however at the risk of being offensive and maybe even a tad bit critical......I don't see Widge the way you do. I have NEVER believed Brooke was Widge's first choice, not until after he raped her. Widge was a grown man, a successful and world renowned designer, no one was threatening to cut him off financially. So if he truly wanted Brooke all along, why didn't he just choose her instead of Taylor? I will never buy into Hag bullying him into choosing Taylor over Brooke. Widge was a grown man and IMO, Brooke could never be the "woman" that Taylor is in his eyes. I think Widge got a lot of his ways from his mother and IMO, he doesn't believe Brooke is good enough for him. Well at least until he raped her, then everything was rewritten that Brooke was his first choice, but that's not what I saw. I am loving Hag getting her comeuppance but I hope she will not be blamed for everything that Widge has done wrong in his life. Nickluver, I don't mind your being critical at all. It took me a long time to see Ridge the way you describe him. Believe me, the "It's All Stephanie's Fault!" excuse isn't going to fly here. As you rightly point out, Ridge was a grown man who had a certain level of sophistication and who had been around the block quite a few times by the time he met Brooke. He always knew what the deal was, and this is exactly what Bill Spencer alluded to in the show's first few episodes. Ridge hid behind his mother's (and Caroline's and Taylor's) skirts while they slandered and attacked Brooke for years and did nothing because on some level, he agreed. And he didn't just simply do it because he was too scared to speak up or was intimidated. He was a coward plain and simple. Plus, Bridge's history is replete with examples of Ridge joining in and cruelly twisting the knife even worst than the so-called women did. He was an insensitive cad (to put it mildly) when he allowed his mama and Caroline to convince him that Brooke was faking her first pregnancy and trying to trap him. He was quite relieved when she miscarried and wasted little time in dumping her to marry Caroline. When he first took up with Taylor, it was in retaliation for Brooke's refusal to dump Eric immediately because she actually wanted to give Little Eric more time to adjust. He retaliated against Brooke with the infamous runway proposal after buying his mama and Taylor's lies about Brooke having an affair with Grant. Instead of being a man and confronting Brooke, he chose to "punish" her by publicly humiliating her. Don't even get me started on how he failed to correct Taylor's ASSumption that Brooke came on to him in the hotel room in Venice. It was far more preferable to have Brooke derided as a whore than to man-up and tell his ig'nent wife what the real deal was. Ridge's claim in this story that Brooke was always his choice is a bunch of B.S. She clearly wasn't--even in this one instance where there were no obstacles to their being together. He had to go and create one with Bridget. Now, he's feeling "uncomfortable" with the situation he created with Bridget and is trying to "gracefully" extricate his sorry self from it. Stephanie does need a smackdown--okay, several of them! While she is, indeed, a toxic parent to ALL of her children, no one will get away with blaming her for all of Ridge's problems here. If Ridge "hates" his mother and subconsciously wants to get rid of her, then that's on him. He has no one to blame but himself for allowing her to dictate his choices. He might have been upset about her lies about Massimo, but guess what? He left Forrester Creations flanked by BOTH of his parents and hasn't really looked back. He used his mama, Taylor, Caroline, etc. as excuse to make the choices he wanted and intended to make all along. There is nothing that will ever explain why he annulled what he said was a happy marriage to Brooke to "be a full-time father to Thomas." Brooke has slowly woken up to that reality and can't scream loud enough that she wants to get off that merry-go-round. VWS, which is why I enjoy fanfic so much more than the crap-heap that calls iself B&B nowadays. Brooke will NEVER wake up on said crap-heap, because it would go against the house of cards DumbBell has built around his fake saints/hos impersonating virgins (Pigget, Taybitch) felonious monsters masquerading as classy matriarchs (Fang), and butt-ugly, perverted, raping, overaged titty-babies (Widge).
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Post by lalogan on Jul 28, 2010 23:55:09 GMT -5
I love this story...is it going to continue?
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Post by MissJr on Jul 29, 2010 16:15:01 GMT -5
In answer to your question, LaLogan--yes, the story will continue. "Real life" has been intruding on my "reel life," and to be honest, I haven't felt to motivated lately. But, I have been feverishly writing and editing and hope to have something posted soon.
My other story will continue also. I had to take a break because Stephanie infuriated me onscreen so much that I didn't want to take it out on her in that fan fiction by killing her off especially if that wasn't my original intent. Admittedly, I'm still up in the air about that and will wait to see how the story goes.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 29, 2010 18:23:35 GMT -5
In answer to your question, LaLogan--yes, the story will continue. "Real life" has been intruding on my "reel life," and to be honest, I haven't felt to motivated lately. But, I have been feverishly writing and editing and hope to have something posted soon. My other story will continue also. I had to take a break because Stephanie infuriated me onscreen so much that I didn't want to take it out on her in that fan fiction by killing her off especially if that wasn't my original intent. Admittedly, I'm still up in the air about that and will wait to see how the story goes. Thanks for the heads-up. I am DYING to see Amber take the stand against Ridge.
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Post by lalogan on Jul 29, 2010 23:47:04 GMT -5
In answer to your question, LaLogan--yes, the story will continue. "Real life" has been intruding on my "reel life," and to be honest, I haven't felt to motivated lately. But, I have been feverishly writing and editing and hope to have something posted soon. My other story will continue also. I had to take a break because Stephanie infuriated me onscreen so much that I didn't want to take it out on her in that fan fiction by killing her off especially if that wasn't my original intent. Admittedly, I'm still up in the air about that and will wait to see how the story goes. I completely understand...real life has a way of intruding upon reel life, as well it should. I also understand about not feeling motivated. I've wrtten stories, not B&B fanfic, but fanfic based on other stuff I like, and some original stuff too. I find that if I write, say, a fic or a short story and have it be worth reading, I must write it all out on a "hot" streak, or not at all. This story is so good, and it keeps getting better each chapter...I just can't help it, I'm dying to see what happens when Nick enters the boardroom. Ugly's face has already been cracked multiple times, just that morning, to say nothing of the previous two days. I want to see his reaction to this "latest insult," as he would call it...and "dose of long overdue karmic payback," as I would call it. And I know what you mean about Fang. One of the reasons I couldn't write a B&B fanfic, especially now, is because I would just use it as an excuse to kill off Fang, in the manner she deserves: i.e., she suffers as intensely as possible. I hate that bitch so much, and she continues to get away with so much crap on the show, while DumbBell thumbs his nose at us and giggles like the sicko creep he is, that it would taint my perspective to the point where I couldn't possibly write a well-rounded story. Certainly not as well-rounded as yours or Gio's.
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Aug 18, 2010 18:18:11 GMT -5
Thanks for the heads-up. I am DYING to see Amber take the stand against Ridge. I know, me too! ;D
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Post by MissJr on Nov 26, 2010 17:59:54 GMT -5
Brooke glanced at the Baylors and sighed heavily. She could not help feeling sorry for them. Gosh, they were so sincere and earnest, she thought. Brooke's initial inclination was to decline their request for help. After all, what good would it do to dredge up all that ugliness now? Without thinking, Brooke touched her forehead and unconsciously began to massage it. Her eyes took on a frightened, faraway look as she began to relive the events of that fateful day, including the massive head injury she sustained. Brooke was assailed with the memories of her recuperation, as well as her feelings of shock and guilt when she learned that Macy had "died." This led her to remember the intense scrutiny she came under from the police, the Spectra family and a curious public. Brooke literally froze when she recalled the avalanche of hate mail she received from angry people who not only blamed her for Macy's "death," but who were not shy about expressing that they wished she had died instead. She also remembered the verbal abuse that was heaped on her whenever she dared to venture out in public. Evidently, her rapid recovery (which was seen as a blessing by her loved ones) was seen as an affront to Macy's fans. That the hatred was ramped up by Kimberly and Stephanie, who both publicly denounced her, only added fuel to the fire. Brooke mentally shook herself and snapped back into the present. She was ashamed of herself for indulging in a one-woman pity party when the Baylors had endured a nightmare that was much worse than anything she had ever faced. Brooke gave the Baylors a small smile before she spoke. "In all honesty, this is the last thing I expected," she said in a small voice. "As you can imagine, the memories of that day are very difficult, but I will help you in any way I can." Minnie Pearl nearly collapsed from relief. She clutched the white photo album to her bosom as if it was a lifeline. "Thank you for not turning us out, Ms. Logan," she said. "I promise we won't take up too much of your time. All we want are some answers about what happened that day." "I'll try to answer your questions to the best of my ability," Brooke replied. "Um, what do you want to know?" "Well, unless you've been living under a rock these last few months, you know that this Macy woman is everywhere—on TV, on the radio, in the magazines. She dresses up in fancy gowns and goes to all these awards shows like she’s some queen. You have to know that she's been telling her version of what happened to anyone who sticks a microphone in her face." "Yes…I’ve noticed that," Brooke acknowledged with a frown. Minnie Pearl nodded curtly. "And yet you’ve made no effort to set the record straight. There has to be more to it than she’s been telling.” Brooke smiled thinly before responding. “There are times when it’s best to keep your counsel than to tip your hand.” “Wise choice, ma’am,” Roy Paul responded with a smile. Minnie Pearl could not help smiling herself. “I happen to agree, but Ms. Logan—well, this woman has been running around and claiming that this accident was your fault. She claims that you literally drove her to it and that you heartlessly threw some divorce papers in her face and demanded that she sign them. She also claims that had you simply kept your mouth shut while she was driving, she wouldn't have felt compelled to kill you both!" Minnie Pearl insisted, becoming increasingly angry. Roy Paul paid close attention to his wife's demeanor and spoke up. "Well, ma'am, she didn't quite say it like that, but the meaning was clear. I mean, it's not like every day someone blames you for objecting to having your car stolen," he said in his understated manner. Brooke was slightly amused by Roy Paul's characterization and gave him a small smile. However, another part of her was angry. God, she hadn’t realized just how sick she had become of Macy! Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “So I guess in her estimation, I should have just passively agreed to her demands. Unbelievable!” “I’ll say!” Minnie Pearl snapped. “The fact of the matter is, Mr. and Mrs. Baylor, what happened that day was a tragic accident fueled by a series of misunderstandings, a couple of missed phone calls and a lot of anger.” “What about alcohol?” Minnie Pearl prompted. “The woman slipped up on the Shannon Reed Show and admitted she had had some alcohol earlier that day.” Brooke nodded. “Yes, there was some alcohol involved as well,” she confirmed. “She showed up at my house drunk earlier in the day and subjected me to yet another one of her hate-filled rants.” “Did you throw her out of your house?” Roy Paul asked. “Actually I felt sorry for her and even offered to get her some help,” Brooke replied. “Humph!” Minnie Pearl snorted. “I’m sure that went over quite well!” “Of course she didn’t think she needed it. Macy left on her own volition. Now, let me tell you about the accident itself,” Brooke said. _______________ Stephanie's head began to ache and her breathing deepened. Still smarting from the dressing down she had received from Thorne, Stephanie was in a mixture of shock and white hot rage. She could scarcely believe Thorne would speak to her in such a manner. Even worse was the fact that Darla—the vile, ignorant gutter trash that started all of this drama—was undoubtedly within earshot. Not only that, Darla was going to ultimately be rewarded for her perfidy with marriage to her son. I would bet my life on it! Stephanie thought. This realization caused Stephanie's head to pound even more. She would rather die than have Darla as a daughter-in-law. Although her insult level was extremely high, Stephanie had enough self-awareness to realize that this time she had gone too far. It killed her that she did not get the last word in her row with Thorne. She was going to show Thorne and his supposedly pregnant slut that she was not going to stoop to his level, Stephanie thought. Although Thorne ordered her out of his home, Stephanie pretended that she was leaving on her own accord. "I'm sorry, but I simply will not stand for that kind of talk!” She sniffed. “Get the hell out of your house?" Stephanie asked in a voice shaking with rage as she grabbed her purse and car keys. "Fine. I'll go, but you just remember this," Stephanie warned. "Don't come crying to me when this whole fraud blows up in your face!" A disgusted Thorne merely rolled his eyes. "Excuse me, but don't you have me confused with your number one son?" "No, I don't have you confused with-with—" an embarrassed Stephanie stopped herself. "—with Ridge! Isn't that what you meant to say?" Thorne snapped. "No, it's not what I meant to say!" Stephanie hotly denied. "Really?" Thorne asked. "Isn't he the one who comes crying to you to fix every little boo-boo and to wipe up every one of his careless semen spills?" Stephanie looked at Thorne and restrained the urge to go upside his head. "I know that you and your ungrateful sisters will find this hard to believe, but I've never played favorites with you kids." She claimed with a straight face as she made her way toward the front door with Thorne on her heels. As if she suddenly remembered something, Stephanie quickly turned and pointed her finger in Thorne's face. "I was your champion when you were having your problems with both Caroline and Macy! I stood up for you when Caroline treated you horribly and I went to bat for you when Macy concealed the fact that she was Sally Spectra's daughter. But, you don't remember any of that, do you? I've stood up for you before, Thorne, but not this time! When this mess with Darla ultimately blows up in your face—and it will—don't say that I didn't warn you. She is gutter trash, son, and totally beneath you! What kind of tramp—oh, never mind!" Stephanie said in frustration. "Let's just say you've been warned!" Thorne's jaw tightened, and he tersely said, "I think you had better go." With that Stephanie turned on her heel and placed her hand on the doorknob. “No problem,” she said. “But before I go, I want to give you this.” Stephanie then reached into her purse and pulled out a small card along with her Mont Blanc pen. She furiously scribbled on the card and snapped at Thorne. “Here; take this.” Thorne took the card and briefly glanced at Stephanie’s handwriting. “What’s this?” He asked with a frown. “It’s the number for Miss Johnson at the cleaning service. Use it. This place looks like a cyclone hit it and there’s no telling what kind of nasty habits Darla has!” She sniffed before opening the door and loudly slamming it behind her. _______________ While the other Marone Industries board members made notations on their legal pads and financial reports, Ridge could only drum his fingers on the conference room table and fume. Every few seconds or so, his eyes wandered to the door as he awaited the arrival of his nemesis. He did not have long to wait as the door opened and there Captain Dominick Marone stood—tall, proud and looking as if he belonged. “Good morning,” ladies, gentlemen,” Nick greeted in a jovial manner. “Dominick, welcome aboard,” Massimo magnanimously said. His greeting was immediately taken up by the other board members, who appeared more than happy to extend the welcome mat. The only person in the room who could not be bothered was Ridge. He studiously ignored Nick, choosing to concentrate on his freshly manicured hands instead. “Thank you for that welcome,” Nick said with a smile. “Please have a seat,” Massimo said. “Have you had breakfast yet?” “I’ve already eaten, thank you,” Nick replied. He found a seat directly across from Ridge’s and sat down. “We’ve called you here, Dominick, because we value your expertise and admire your work ethic. You may recall that we’ve asked Ridge to research the probability of Marone Industries drilling in the South China Sea. Based on the results of that study, well…” Massimo said without some understatement. “Let’s just say that the results have left us with some additional questions.” “And this is where you come in, Captain Payne,” Harvey interjected. “What can I do to help?” Nick asked. In a role that he relished, Harvey looked forward to getting under Ridge’s skin while making a surface show of carrying out Massimo’s directives. “I believe you’ve had the benefit of reviewing that report.” “I have,” Nick confirmed. “Based on your own observations, as well as your expertise, we would appreciate your teaming up with Ridge to revamp this process and report your findings back to the board. In addition, we want you to be at the forefront of implementing whatever recommendations you may have.” Harvey said. “And you trust me to take the lead on this?” Nick asked. To this, Ridge finally focused on Nick and snapped, “You’re not taking the lead on anything. I am.” Nick was initially amused. He glanced at Ridge and when the two men’s eyes met, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. The tension became so thick that it could be cut with a knife. “I see,” Nick slowly said. “Unless I miss my guess, I thought that we were working on this together.” Ridge took a deep breath and did what he could to keep his temper in check. However, he failed and became angry with what he saw as Nick’s unmitigated gall and unbelievable arrogance. “Excuse me but who are you to walk in here and tell me what’s up?” Ridge angrily demanded. “Ridge!” Massimo yelled. “I warned you before you left your house this morning. You will not use this board meeting for your personal vendettas!” However, Ridge was so angry that he disregarded Massimo’s warnings. He was offended at the notion that the lowest common denominator was being rewarded especially at his expense. Ridge quickly stood. “You all can sit here and pretend that this clown belongs in this conference room but I’m not willing to do that. What could he possibly know about the South China Sea?” “Evidently more than you do,” Nick murmured with a smile on his face. A couple of board members snickered. Ridge was appalled that Nick actually responded. “You bastard!” He growled. “Maybe if you’d keep your face out of my girlfriend’s crotch long enough, you’d have time to learn some respect for your betters!” “Whew!” One board member whistled. Others were aghast. Massimo angrily stood. “Sit down, Ridge! Sit down NOW!” He hotly ordered. The only two people in the room who remained cool and undetached were Nick and Harvey. Nick remained seated and quietly asked, “You actually consider yourself better than me, dressmaker?” He coolly asked. “If this is about the job, I have more than proven myself and that I belong here. If this is about something else—like your ex-girlfriend, this is neither the time nor the place. As it is, I would suggest you shut your stupid mouth before I shut it for you. Now say something else about Brooke and see if I don’t make good on my threat!” “Gentlemen—and I use that term very loosely,” Massimo yelled. “This is not an alley and I will not have any brawls in here!” A furious Ridge clenched his fists and was ready to strike at any moment. “I’m not working with him!” He vowed. “Oh, you will work with Dominick or you can go and pack up your desk right now. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone and I don’t care who their mother is!” Massimo roared. Nick sardonically raised an eyebrow at this remark and wondered what Ridge’s mother had to do with anything. For his part, Ridge quickly reined in his anger as he felt the keys to the kingdom slowly slipping away. Knowing that he was no longer welcome back at Forrester Creations, he could ill afford to lose this position as well. “So I’m just supposed to accept this?” He asked in a surly tone. “Accept what?” Massimo demanded. “Accept the fact that you will be working with Dominick on the South China Sea project? Or accept the fact that your laziness caused this in the first place?” Ridge turned beet red. Being called out by Massimo in private was one thing but being put on blast in front of the other board members and Nick was rather shocking. Without another word to anyone, he sat down and affected an air of indifference. Harvey had always had the ability to read the room and to gauge its temperature. “Perhaps it would be prudent if we took a small break and resumed in a few minutes,” he suggested. “I concur,” Massimo said. Maybe by then, we can reassemble and conduct ourselves like professionals and adults. _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 27, 2010 2:33:36 GMT -5
Awesome, JR! You ROCK! I will be back later to comment on your wonderful story, as it IS late.
Gio
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Post by lalogan on Nov 27, 2010 16:05:38 GMT -5
Oh, wonderful! I couldn't have asked for a better Black Friday treat!!
Fang is just...the gall of that woman! Obviously she's trying to save face, but only ends up further showing her ass. Something tells me Thorne will have no problem submitting to Eric's paternity test now. He's seen for himself what a nasty, hypocritical, mean-spirited piece of crap that she-devil who bore him is.
Speaking of showing ass, Fang's precious #1 Son sure didn't disappoint in that area, either! What a vulgar, STUPID jackass he is! He knows perfectly well that he has no reason other than his own vendetta to object to Nick being his co-chair the project, and I'm glad Sperm Daddy reminded him that it was his own laziness that necessitated this whole situation.
But, he's such a spoiled brat and so used to getting his own way in everything that he actually throws one of his tantrums IN THE BOARDROOM, even stooping to making a beyond-crass crack about "Nick having his face in Brooke's crotch." And even there, when he's trying to impugn Brooke as well as Nick, he STILL refers to Broooke is HIS girlfriend! He's finally gotten it through his mullet and thick skull that Brooke is not his wife, but he's still referring to her as "his," even though he's claimed to both Eric and Sperm Daddy that he doesn't "want" her anymore due to her "wanton and violent behavior," blah blah blah.
Widge and his hateful mother Fang really are of one mind, aren't they? They are so full of their own undeserved righteous indignation, and so blind to their own perfidy, that they automatically assume that a) Brooke and Nick are having sex; and b) that that's any of their business, let alone something to be outraged about. Meanwhile, Widge was chin-deep in whores only last night, and Fang is rutting with Massimo even though she's technically still married.
Massimo may be a thug and a half, but at least he has the discipline to refuse to tolerate any of Widge's chicanery while he's conducting business. He had to know on some level that stupid Widge would show his ass at the board meeting, since he's seen for himself what a pathetic, spoiled drama queen (and I do mean QUEEN) Widge is...but still, to see it played out so openly was appalling.
Not that Massimo woud ever blame his precious Fang for how "their son" has turned out. No, that's all Eric's fault for "raising him to be a dressmaker." Fang only coddled and spoiled Widge all his life, throwing her other children under the bus to make sure Widge got what he wanted, and was unnaturally focused on his sex life, and played her stupid, malicious little games with him to "punish" him when he didn't show her the respect she thinks she deserves.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 27, 2010 17:43:36 GMT -5
Ok, here is my commentary, as promised.
This line made me choke:
"I know that you and your ungrateful sisters will find this hard to believe, but I've never played favorites with you kids."
Oh, really? Since when? As I recall, she had the nerve to blame THORNE for Taylor's lies about Thomas. I don't know what crack this woman has been smoking, but she has always favored Ridge.
And Ridge is something else! He had the nerve to call Brooke his girlfriend and make his accusations against Nick. Meanwhile, his sorry ass spent the prior evening with a hooker, oops, I'm sorry, escort.
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Post by MissJr on Nov 28, 2010 22:09:51 GMT -5
Oh, wonderful! I couldn't have asked for a better Black Friday treat!! Fang is just...the gall of that woman! Obviously she's trying to save face, but only ends up further showing her ass. Something tells me Thorne will have no problem submitting to Eric's paternity test now. He's seen for himself what a nasty, hypocritical, mean-spirited piece of crap that she-devil who bore him is. Speaking of showing ass, Fang's precious #1 Son sure didn't disappoint in that area, either! What a vulgar, STUPID jackass he is! He knows perfectly well that he has no reason other than his own vendetta to object to Nick being his co-chair the project, and I'm glad Sperm Daddy reminded him that it was his own laziness that necessitated this whole situation. But, he's such a spoiled brat and so used to getting his own way in everything that he actually throws one of his tantrums IN THE BOARDROOM, even stooping to making a beyond-crass crack about "Nick having his face in Brooke's crotch." And even there, when he's trying to impugn Brooke as well as Nick, he STILL refers to Broooke is HIS girlfriend! He's finally gotten it through his mullet and thick skull that Brooke is not his wife, but he's still referring to her as "his," even though he's claimed to both Eric and Sperm Daddy that he doesn't "want" her anymore due to her "wanton and violent behavior," blah blah blah. Widge and his hateful mother Fang really are of one mind, aren't they? They are so full of their own undeserved righteous indignation, and so blind to their own perfidy, that they automatically assume that a) Brooke and Nick are having sex; and b) that that's any of their business, let alone something to be outraged about. Meanwhile, Widge was chin-deep in whores only last night, and Fang is rutting with Massimo even though she's technically still married. Massimo may be a thug and a half, but at least he has the discipline to refuse to tolerate any of Widge's chicanery while he's conducting business. He had to know on some level that stupid Widge would show his ass at the board meeting, since he's seen for himself what a pathetic, spoiled drama queen (and I do mean QUEEN) Widge is...but still, to see it played out so openly was appalling. Not that Massimo woud ever blame his precious Fang for how "their son" has turned out. No, that's all Eric's fault for "raising him to be a dressmaker." Fang only coddled and spoiled Widge all his life, throwing her other children under the bus to make sure Widge got what he wanted, and was unnaturally focused on his sex life, and played her stupid, malicious little games with him to "punish" him when he didn't show her the respect she thinks she deserves. LaLogan, I'm glad you enjoyed this installment! Your observations about Fang and her little boy are spot on. Of course, Fang has to have the last word and when she can't, she has to ramp up the foolishness even further. She's a hateful, nasty harridan. Ridge isn't any better. He is beyond despicable. He "loves" Brooke so much that he has no problem throwing her under the bus when the mood suits him. He and his mother are discombobulated because they're not used to Brooke fighting back. Nor are they used to other people defending her. When it comes to business, Massimo has Ridge on a very short leash at this point and if the fool isn't careful, he may find himself out on his scrawny butt.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 29, 2010 3:03:26 GMT -5
Brooke was assailed with the memories of her recuperation, as well as her feelings of shock and guilt when she learned that Macy had "died." This led her to remember the intense scrutiny she came under from the police, the Spectra family and a curious public. Brooke literally froze when she recalled the avalanche of hate mail she received from angry people who not only blamed her for Macy's "death," but who were not shy about expressing that they wished she had died instead. She also remembered the verbal abuse that was heaped on her whenever she dared to venture out in public. Evidently, her rapid recovery (which was seen as a blessing by her loved ones) was seen as an affront to Macy's fans. That the hatred was ramped up by Kimberly and Stephanie, who both publicly denounced her, only added fuel to the fire. Minnie Pearl could not help smiling herself. “I happen to agree, but Ms. Logan—well, this woman has been running around and claiming that this accident was your fault. She claims that you literally drove her to it and that you heartlessly threw some divorce papers in her face and demanded that she sign them. She also claims that had you simply kept your mouth shut while she was driving, she wouldn't have felt compelled to kill you both!" Minnie Pearl insisted, becoming increasingly angry. Roy Paul paid close attention to his wife's demeanor and spoke up. "Well, ma'am, she didn't quite say it like that, but the meaning was clear. I mean, it's not like every day someone blames you for objecting to having your car stolen," he said in his understated manner. Brooke was slightly amused by Roy Paul's characterization and gave him a small smile. However, another part of her was angry. God, she hadn’t realized just how sick she had become of Macy! Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “So I guess in her estimation, I should have just passively agreed to her demands. Unbelievable!” “I’ll say!” Minnie Pearl snapped. “The fact of the matter is, Mr. and Mrs. Baylor, what happened that day was a tragic accident fueled by a series of misunderstandings, a couple of missed phone calls and a lot of anger.” Stephanie's head began to ache and her breathing deepened. Still smarting from the dressing down she had received from Thorne, Stephanie was in a mixture of shock and white hot rage. She could scarcely believe Thorne would speak to her in such a manner. Even worse was the fact that Darla—the vile, ignorant gutter trash that started all of this drama—was undoubtedly within earshot. Not only that, Darla was going to ultimately be rewarded for her perfidy with marriage to her son. I would bet my life on it! Stephanie thought. This realization caused Stephanie's head to pound even more. She would rather die than have Darla as a daughter-in-law. Although her insult level was extremely high, Stephanie had enough self-awareness to realize that this time she had gone too far. It killed her that she did not get the last word in her row with Thorne. She was going to show Thorne and his supposedly pregnant slut that she was not going to stoop to his level, Stephanie thought. Although Thorne ordered her out of his home, Stephanie pretended that she was leaving on her own accord. "I'm sorry, but I simply will not stand for that kind of talk!” She sniffed. “Get the hell out of your house?" Stephanie asked in a voice shaking with rage as she grabbed her purse and car keys. "Fine. I'll go, but you just remember this," Stephanie warned. "Don't come crying to me when this whole fraud blows up in your face!" A disgusted Thorne merely rolled his eyes. "Excuse me, but don't you have me confused with your number one son?" "No, I don't have you confused with-with—" an embarrassed Stephanie stopped herself. "—with Ridge! Isn't that what you meant to say?" Thorne snapped. "No, it's not what I meant to say!" Stephanie hotly denied. "Really?" Thorne asked. "Isn't he the one who comes crying to you to fix every little boo-boo and to wipe up every one of his careless semen spills?" Stephanie looked at Thorne and restrained the urge to go upside his head. "I know that you and your ungrateful sisters will find this hard to believe, but I've never played favorites with you kids." She claimed with a straight face as she made her way toward the front door with Thorne on her heels. As if she suddenly remembered something, Stephanie quickly turned and pointed her finger in Thorne's face. "I was your champion when you were having your problems with both Caroline and Macy! I stood up for you when Caroline treated you horribly and I went to bat for you when Macy concealed the fact that she was Sally Spectra's daughter. But, you don't remember any of that, do you? I've stood up for you before, Thorne, but not this time! When this mess with Darla ultimately blows up in your face—and it will—don't say that I didn't warn you. She is gutter trash, son, and totally beneath you! What kind of tramp—oh, never mind!" Stephanie said in frustration. "Let's just say you've been warned!" Thorne's jaw tightened, and he tersely said, "I think you had better go." With that Stephanie turned on her heel and placed her hand on the doorknob. “No problem,” she said. “But before I go, I want to give you this.” Stephanie then reached into her purse and pulled out a small card along with her Mont Blanc pen. She furiously scribbled on the card and snapped at Thorne. “Here; take this.” Thorne took the card and briefly glanced at Stephanie’s handwriting. “What’s this?” He asked with a frown. “It’s the number for Miss Johnson at the cleaning service. Use it. This place looks like a cyclone hit it and there’s no telling what kind of nasty habits Darla has!” She sniffed before opening the door and loudly slamming it behind her. _______________ While the other Marone Industries board members made notations on their legal pads and financial reports, Ridge could only drum his fingers on the conference room table and fume. Every few seconds or so, his eyes wandered to the door as he awaited the arrival of his nemesis. He did not have long to wait as the door opened and there Captain Dominick Marone stood—tall, proud and looking as if he belonged. “Good morning,” ladies, gentlemen,” Nick greeted in a jovial manner. “Dominick, welcome aboard,” Massimo magnanimously said. His greeting was immediately taken up by the other board members, who appeared more than happy to extend the welcome mat. The only person in the room who could not be bothered was Ridge. He studiously ignored Nick, choosing to concentrate on his freshly manicured hands instead. “Thank you for that welcome,” Nick said with a smile. “Please have a seat,” Massimo said. “Have you had breakfast yet?” “I’ve already eaten, thank you,” Nick replied. He found a seat directly across from Ridge’s and sat down. “We’ve called you here, Dominick, because we value your expertise and admire your work ethic. You may recall that we’ve asked Ridge to research the probability of Marone Industries drilling in the South China Sea. Based on the results of that study, well…” Massimo said without some understatement. “Let’s just say that the results have left us with some additional questions.” “And this is where you come in, Captain Payne,” Harvey interjected. “What can I do to help?” Nick asked. In a role that he relished, Harvey looked forward to getting under Ridge’s skin while making a surface show of carrying out Massimo’s directives. “I believe you’ve had the benefit of reviewing that report.” “I have,” Nick confirmed. “Based on your own observations, as well as your expertise, we would appreciate your teaming up with Ridge to revamp this process and report your findings back to the board. In addition, we want you to be at the forefront of implementing whatever recommendations you may have.” Harvey said. “And you trust me to take the lead on this?” Nick asked. To this, Ridge finally focused on Nick and snapped, “You’re not taking the lead on anything. I am.” Nick was initially amused. He glanced at Ridge and when the two men’s eyes met, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. The tension became so thick that it could be cut with a knife. “I see,” Nick slowly said. “Unless I miss my guess, I thought that we were working on this together.” Ridge took a deep breath and did what he could to keep his temper in check. However, he failed and became angry with what he saw as Nick’s unmitigated gall and unbelievable arrogance. “Excuse me but who are you to walk in here and tell me what’s up?” Ridge angrily demanded. “Ridge!” Massimo yelled. “I warned you before you left your house this morning. You will not use this board meeting for your personal vendettas!” However, Ridge was so angry that he disregarded Massimo’s warnings. He was offended at the notion that the lowest common denominator was being rewarded especially at his expense. Ridge quickly stood. “You all can sit here and pretend that this clown belongs in this conference room but I’m not willing to do that. What could he possibly know about the South China Sea?” “Evidently more than you do,” Nick murmured with a smile on his face. A couple of board members snickered. Ridge was appalled that Nick actually responded. “You bastard!” He growled. “ Maybe if you’d keep your face out of my girlfriend’s crotch long enough, you’d have time to learn some respect for your betters!”“Whew!” One board member whistled. Others were aghast. Massimo angrily stood. “Sit down, Ridge! Sit down NOW!” He hotly ordered. The only two people in the room who remained cool and undetached were Nick and Harvey. Nick remained seated and quietly asked, “You actually consider yourself better than me, dressmaker?” He coolly asked. “If this is about the job, I have more than proven myself and that I belong here. If this is about something else—like your ex-girlfriend, this is neither the time nor the place. As it is, I would suggest you shut your stupid mouth before I shut it for you. Now say something else about Brooke and see if I don’t make good on my threat!” “Gentlemen—and I use that term very loosely,” Massimo yelled. “This is not an alley and I will not have any brawls in here!” A furious Ridge clenched his fists and was ready to strike at any moment. “I’m not working with him!” He vowed. “Oh, you will work with Dominick or you can go and pack up your desk right now. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone and I don’t care who their mother is!” Massimo roared. Nick sardonically raised an eyebrow at this remark and wondered what Ridge’s mother had to do with anything. For his part, Ridge quickly reined in his anger as he felt the keys to the kingdom slowly slipping away. Knowing that he was no longer welcome back at Forrester Creations, he could ill afford to lose this position as well. “So I’m just supposed to accept this?” He asked in a surly tone. “Accept what?” Massimo demanded. “Accept the fact that you will be working with Dominick on the South China Sea project? Or accept the fact that your laziness caused this in the first place?” Ridge turned beet red. Being called out by Massimo in private was one thing but being put on blast in front of the other board members and Nick was rather shocking. Without another word to anyone, he sat down and affected an air of indifference. Harvey had always had the ability to read the room and to gauge its temperature. “Perhaps it would be prudent if we took a small break and resumed in a few minutes,” he suggested. “I concur,” Massimo said. Maybe by then, we can reassemble and conduct ourselves like professionals and adults. _______________ Well, I had to comment. I remember when Boozilla kicked the bucket and how the idiots were demanding Brooke's head on a stick. What kind of sick jerk tells the survivor of a car crash that they wish she had died? And just what makes Macy so gosh-darn special? Hells bells, the woman is an out of control drunk. For all her screeching that Brooke had no class , that bitch got drunk in the middle of the afternoon, barged over to Brooke's place of employment, and behaved like a trashy little guttersnipe. I hope Brooke tells her side of the story to the Baylors and they go after the bitch Macy with both barrels.
And Hag is something else! How like her to blame Darla for the drama when she is the one who barged her fat ass over there and pulled her crap. And I had to laugh at how she was Thorne's champion when he was married to Macy, because if Ridgfe decided to wallow in the gutter with that loser, Hag would have tossed Thorne under the bus. And in her little self-serving drama with herself as the doting mother, I guess she left out when she threw Thorne under the bus for Taylor lying about Thomas.
And as for Ridge, could the jerk be any dumber? I just loved this little gem:
"Maybe if you’d keep your face out of my girlfriend’s crotch long enough, you’d have time to learn some respect for your betters!"
For starters, Scum, Brooke is NOT your girlfriend. She dumped you, in case you forgot the memo. And his crotch remark was crude and ugly. Also, on WHAT planet is Ridge ANYONE'S better?
A furious Ridge clenched his fists and was ready to strike at any moment. “I’m not working with him!” He vowed.
LOL! Talk about showing one's ass. One thing about Ridge, he might waffle where the ladies are concerned, but he is remarkably consistent when it comes to making threats at work. What a prima donna.
“Oh, you will work with Dominick or you can go and pack up your desk right now. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone and I don’t care who their mother is!” Massimo roared.
Go, Mass!
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Post by MissJr on Nov 29, 2010 14:04:23 GMT -5
Brooke was assailed with the memories of her recuperation, as well as her feelings of shock and guilt when she learned that Macy had "died." This led her to remember the intense scrutiny she came under from the police, the Spectra family and a curious public. Brooke literally froze when she recalled the avalanche of hate mail she received from angry people who not only blamed her for Macy's "death," but who were not shy about expressing that they wished she had died instead. She also remembered the verbal abuse that was heaped on her whenever she dared to venture out in public. Evidently, her rapid recovery (which was seen as a blessing by her loved ones) was seen as an affront to Macy's fans. That the hatred was ramped up by Kimberly and Stephanie, who both publicly denounced her, only added fuel to the fire. Minnie Pearl could not help smiling herself. “I happen to agree, but Ms. Logan—well, this woman has been running around and claiming that this accident was your fault. She claims that you literally drove her to it and that you heartlessly threw some divorce papers in her face and demanded that she sign them. She also claims that had you simply kept your mouth shut while she was driving, she wouldn't have felt compelled to kill you both!" Minnie Pearl insisted, becoming increasingly angry. Roy Paul paid close attention to his wife's demeanor and spoke up. "Well, ma'am, she didn't quite say it like that, but the meaning was clear. I mean, it's not like every day someone blames you for objecting to having your car stolen," he said in his understated manner. Brooke was slightly amused by Roy Paul's characterization and gave him a small smile. However, another part of her was angry. God, she hadn’t realized just how sick she had become of Macy! Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “So I guess in her estimation, I should have just passively agreed to her demands. Unbelievable!” “I’ll say!” Minnie Pearl snapped. “The fact of the matter is, Mr. and Mrs. Baylor, what happened that day was a tragic accident fueled by a series of misunderstandings, a couple of missed phone calls and a lot of anger.” Stephanie's head began to ache and her breathing deepened. Still smarting from the dressing down she had received from Thorne, Stephanie was in a mixture of shock and white hot rage. She could scarcely believe Thorne would speak to her in such a manner. Even worse was the fact that Darla—the vile, ignorant gutter trash that started all of this drama—was undoubtedly within earshot. Not only that, Darla was going to ultimately be rewarded for her perfidy with marriage to her son. I would bet my life on it! Stephanie thought. This realization caused Stephanie's head to pound even more. She would rather die than have Darla as a daughter-in-law. Although her insult level was extremely high, Stephanie had enough self-awareness to realize that this time she had gone too far. It killed her that she did not get the last word in her row with Thorne. She was going to show Thorne and his supposedly pregnant slut that she was not going to stoop to his level, Stephanie thought. Although Thorne ordered her out of his home, Stephanie pretended that she was leaving on her own accord. "I'm sorry, but I simply will not stand for that kind of talk!” She sniffed. “Get the hell out of your house?" Stephanie asked in a voice shaking with rage as she grabbed her purse and car keys. "Fine. I'll go, but you just remember this," Stephanie warned. "Don't come crying to me when this whole fraud blows up in your face!" A disgusted Thorne merely rolled his eyes. "Excuse me, but don't you have me confused with your number one son?" "No, I don't have you confused with-with—" an embarrassed Stephanie stopped herself. "—with Ridge! Isn't that what you meant to say?" Thorne snapped. "No, it's not what I meant to say!" Stephanie hotly denied. "Really?" Thorne asked. "Isn't he the one who comes crying to you to fix every little boo-boo and to wipe up every one of his careless semen spills?" Stephanie looked at Thorne and restrained the urge to go upside his head. "I know that you and your ungrateful sisters will find this hard to believe, but I've never played favorites with you kids." She claimed with a straight face as she made her way toward the front door with Thorne on her heels. As if she suddenly remembered something, Stephanie quickly turned and pointed her finger in Thorne's face. "I was your champion when you were having your problems with both Caroline and Macy! I stood up for you when Caroline treated you horribly and I went to bat for you when Macy concealed the fact that she was Sally Spectra's daughter. But, you don't remember any of that, do you? I've stood up for you before, Thorne, but not this time! When this mess with Darla ultimately blows up in your face—and it will—don't say that I didn't warn you. She is gutter trash, son, and totally beneath you! What kind of tramp—oh, never mind!" Stephanie said in frustration. "Let's just say you've been warned!" Thorne's jaw tightened, and he tersely said, "I think you had better go." With that Stephanie turned on her heel and placed her hand on the doorknob. “No problem,” she said. “But before I go, I want to give you this.” Stephanie then reached into her purse and pulled out a small card along with her Mont Blanc pen. She furiously scribbled on the card and snapped at Thorne. “Here; take this.” Thorne took the card and briefly glanced at Stephanie’s handwriting. “What’s this?” He asked with a frown. “It’s the number for Miss Johnson at the cleaning service. Use it. This place looks like a cyclone hit it and there’s no telling what kind of nasty habits Darla has!” She sniffed before opening the door and loudly slamming it behind her. _______________ While the other Marone Industries board members made notations on their legal pads and financial reports, Ridge could only drum his fingers on the conference room table and fume. Every few seconds or so, his eyes wandered to the door as he awaited the arrival of his nemesis. He did not have long to wait as the door opened and there Captain Dominick Marone stood—tall, proud and looking as if he belonged. “Good morning,” ladies, gentlemen,” Nick greeted in a jovial manner. “Dominick, welcome aboard,” Massimo magnanimously said. His greeting was immediately taken up by the other board members, who appeared more than happy to extend the welcome mat. The only person in the room who could not be bothered was Ridge. He studiously ignored Nick, choosing to concentrate on his freshly manicured hands instead. “Thank you for that welcome,” Nick said with a smile. “Please have a seat,” Massimo said. “Have you had breakfast yet?” “I’ve already eaten, thank you,” Nick replied. He found a seat directly across from Ridge’s and sat down. “We’ve called you here, Dominick, because we value your expertise and admire your work ethic. You may recall that we’ve asked Ridge to research the probability of Marone Industries drilling in the South China Sea. Based on the results of that study, well…” Massimo said without some understatement. “Let’s just say that the results have left us with some additional questions.” “And this is where you come in, Captain Payne,” Harvey interjected. “What can I do to help?” Nick asked. In a role that he relished, Harvey looked forward to getting under Ridge’s skin while making a surface show of carrying out Massimo’s directives. “I believe you’ve had the benefit of reviewing that report.” “I have,” Nick confirmed. “Based on your own observations, as well as your expertise, we would appreciate your teaming up with Ridge to revamp this process and report your findings back to the board. In addition, we want you to be at the forefront of implementing whatever recommendations you may have.” Harvey said. “And you trust me to take the lead on this?” Nick asked. To this, Ridge finally focused on Nick and snapped, “You’re not taking the lead on anything. I am.” Nick was initially amused. He glanced at Ridge and when the two men’s eyes met, it was as if they were the only two people in the room. The tension became so thick that it could be cut with a knife. “I see,” Nick slowly said. “Unless I miss my guess, I thought that we were working on this together.” Ridge took a deep breath and did what he could to keep his temper in check. However, he failed and became angry with what he saw as Nick’s unmitigated gall and unbelievable arrogance. “Excuse me but who are you to walk in here and tell me what’s up?” Ridge angrily demanded. “Ridge!” Massimo yelled. “I warned you before you left your house this morning. You will not use this board meeting for your personal vendettas!” However, Ridge was so angry that he disregarded Massimo’s warnings. He was offended at the notion that the lowest common denominator was being rewarded especially at his expense. Ridge quickly stood. “You all can sit here and pretend that this clown belongs in this conference room but I’m not willing to do that. What could he possibly know about the South China Sea?” “Evidently more than you do,” Nick murmured with a smile on his face. A couple of board members snickered. Ridge was appalled that Nick actually responded. “You bastard!” He growled. “ Maybe if you’d keep your face out of my girlfriend’s crotch long enough, you’d have time to learn some respect for your betters!”“Whew!” One board member whistled. Others were aghast. Massimo angrily stood. “Sit down, Ridge! Sit down NOW!” He hotly ordered. The only two people in the room who remained cool and undetached were Nick and Harvey. Nick remained seated and quietly asked, “You actually consider yourself better than me, dressmaker?” He coolly asked. “If this is about the job, I have more than proven myself and that I belong here. If this is about something else—like your ex-girlfriend, this is neither the time nor the place. As it is, I would suggest you shut your stupid mouth before I shut it for you. Now say something else about Brooke and see if I don’t make good on my threat!” “Gentlemen—and I use that term very loosely,” Massimo yelled. “This is not an alley and I will not have any brawls in here!” A furious Ridge clenched his fists and was ready to strike at any moment. “I’m not working with him!” He vowed. “Oh, you will work with Dominick or you can go and pack up your desk right now. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone and I don’t care who their mother is!” Massimo roared. Nick sardonically raised an eyebrow at this remark and wondered what Ridge’s mother had to do with anything. For his part, Ridge quickly reined in his anger as he felt the keys to the kingdom slowly slipping away. Knowing that he was no longer welcome back at Forrester Creations, he could ill afford to lose this position as well. “So I’m just supposed to accept this?” He asked in a surly tone. “Accept what?” Massimo demanded. “Accept the fact that you will be working with Dominick on the South China Sea project? Or accept the fact that your laziness caused this in the first place?” Ridge turned beet red. Being called out by Massimo in private was one thing but being put on blast in front of the other board members and Nick was rather shocking. Without another word to anyone, he sat down and affected an air of indifference. Harvey had always had the ability to read the room and to gauge its temperature. “Perhaps it would be prudent if we took a small break and resumed in a few minutes,” he suggested. “I concur,” Massimo said. Maybe by then, we can reassemble and conduct ourselves like professionals and adults. _______________ Well, I had to comment. I remember when Boozilla kicked the bucket and how the idiots were demanding Brooke's head on a stick. What kind of sick jerk tells the survivor of a car crash that they wish she had died? And just what makes Macy so gosh-darn special? Hells bells, the woman is an out of control drunk. For all her screeching that Brooke had no class , that bitch got drunk in the middle of the afternoon, barged over to Brooke's place of employment, and behaved like a trashy little guttersnipe. I hope Brooke tells her side of the story to the Baylors and they go after the bitch Macy with both barrels.
And Hag is something else! How like her to blame Darla for the drama when she is the one who barged her fat ass over there and pulled her crap. And I had to laugh at how she was Thorne's champion when he was married to Macy, because if Ridgfe decided to wallow in the gutter with that loser, Hag would have tossed Thorne under the bus. And in her little self-serving drama with herself as the doting mother, I guess she left out when she threw Thorne under the bus for Taylor lying about Thomas.
And as for Ridge, could the jerk be any dumber? I just loved this little gem:
"Maybe if you’d keep your face out of my girlfriend’s crotch long enough, you’d have time to learn some respect for your betters!"
For starters, Scum, Brooke is NOT your girlfriend. She dumped you, in case you forgot the memo. And his crotch remark was crude and ugly. Also, on WHAT planet is Ridge ANYONE'S better?
A furious Ridge clenched his fists and was ready to strike at any moment. “I’m not working with him!” He vowed.
LOL! Talk about showing one's ass. One thing about Ridge, he might waffle where the ladies are concerned, but he is remarkably consistent when it comes to making threats at work. What a prima donna.
“Oh, you will work with Dominick or you can go and pack up your desk right now. I will not tolerate insubordination from anyone and I don’t care who their mother is!” Massimo roared.
Go, Mass!Hello, Gio, and thank you for your comments! The hate that was expressed toward the Brooke character at the time of Macy's accident was disgusting. It certainly didn't help that the show's EP got the ball rolling by giving his own skewed version of the accident in a SOD interview before the show even aired. I was flabbergasted when people picked up his key words, "shoved divorce papers in Macy's face" and ran away with it. Even when they saw the show for themselves where no such thing happened, they still claimed that Brooke was "heartless"--another one of Bradley's descriptors. Stephanie's over the top reaction was beyond ridiculous and was nothing more than a tool to rile up the masses. Well, it worked. According to some, Brooke "killed" Macy and riled Macy up by refusing to shut up while the drunken slattern attempted to literally drive them to their deaths. I also remember how worked up some fans got when Brooke was able to leave the hospital. With all the weeping, wailing and tearing of clothes over "poor Macy," the real victim was all but forgotten. No more. Now, you know as well as I do that Darla deserves every mean and nasty thing Stephanie says about her. I mean, how dare she go and get pregnant all by herself? Ridge is nothing but an overgrown spoiled brat. On what planet did he think it was okay to make crude comments about Brooke in a business setting? Especially since his sperm donor warned him beforehand not to show his ass. That Nick didn't jump up and take Ridge's head off is a miracle. And I would love to be able to tell my boss that I refuse to work with someone. Yeah, I'll try that and see how far it goes. As Massimo's only heir (that we know of) Ridge has quite a bit of leeway but his sperm donor's patience is wearing thin.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Nov 29, 2010 16:27:39 GMT -5
Hello, Gio, and thank you for your comments! The hate that was expressed toward the Brooke character at the time of Macy's accident was disgusting. It certainly didn't help that the show's EP got the ball rolling by giving his own skewed version of the accident in a SOD interview before the show even aired. I was flabbergasted when people picked up his key words, "shoved divorce papers in Macy's face" and ran away with it. Even when they saw the show for themselves where no such thing happened, they still claimed that Brooke was "heartless"--another one of Bradley's descriptors. Stephanie's over the top reaction was beyond ridiculous and was nothing more than a tool to rile up the masses. Well, it worked. According to some, Brooke "killed" Macy and riled Macy up by refusing to shut up while the drunken slattern attempted to literally drive them to their deaths. I also remember how worked up some fans got when Brooke was able to leave the hospital. With all the weeping, wailing and tearing of clothes over "poor Macy," the real victim was all but forgotten. No more. Now, you know as well as I do that Darla deserves every mean and nasty thing Stephanie says about her. I mean, how dare she go and get pregnant all by herself? Ridge is nothing but an overgrown spoiled brat. On what planet did he think it was okay to make crude comments about Brooke in a business setting? Especially since his sperm donor warned him beforehand not to show his ass. That Nick didn't jump up and take Ridge's head off is a miracle. And I would love to be able to tell my boss that I refuse to work with someone. Yeah, I'll try that and see how far it goes. As Massimo's only heir (that we know of) Ridge has quite a bit of leeway but his sperm donor's patience is wearing thin. ITA with you about the hatred leveled at Brooke during that particular SL. It made my blood boil the way people bought into that crap of "Brooke killed Macy." Sally's potshots pissed me off as well. Meanwhile, pretty much everyone on this show is permitted to literally assault Brooke six ways to Sunday and there is always an excuse.
And yes, Ridge is indeed spoiled. The way he issues ultimatums and gets away with it are jaw-dropping. However, he is usually encouraged to pull this stunt and get away with it. His nonsense during belief should have earned him the ax.
Oh, about Macy, she is a truly nasty bit of goods and I am waiting to see her get hers.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 8, 2010 16:16:59 GMT -5
Bridget quickly pulled her Estee Lauder gold compact from her purse and checked her appearance. She should have known! She thought in exasperation. This oily skin will be the death of me yet. Without a moment to spare, Bridget hurriedly dabbed her face with the finely milled pressed powder which instantly gave her skin the matte coverage she desperately needed. Not wanting to appear too wan, Bridget removed a small pot and a small makeup brush from her purse. She then proceeded to dust her cheeks and chin with a dusky rose powder. Bridget inspected herself in the mirror and was still not quite satisfied. She licked her lips and frowned. Gotta do something about that, she decided. To complete her look, Bridget colored her lips with a sheer, glassy lip gloss that not only gave the barest hint of rouge color but also magically plumped up her thin lips. “There!” She whispered. Before putting her cosmetics away, Bridget fluffed her hair and vowed to do something to give it more body. Except she did not have time to do that now and it would have to wait. Seated in the hospital cafeteria, congratulated herself on her cleverness in getting another intern to agree to switch an earlier lunch shift with her. She knew Dr. Singh was on the verge of writing her up, but she did not care. Exorcising Amber from her family was way too important as far as Bridget was concerned. She silently cursed her brother yet again for even getting involved with Amber in the first place. Bridget could not help being nervous however; after all it wasn’t everyday that she would sic a private investigator on her brother’s wife and she knew what the fallout would be if Rick ever found out. However, she was convinced that Amber was cheating on Rick and she needed proof. It also offended Bridget’s sensibilities that Amber would dare to call the police on Ridge. “I mean— Amber! A con artist actually calling the police on someone. Why…why that’s like a drug dealer getting pissy because he got robbed!” She angrily huffed to no one in particular. “And how dare she get all up in Ridge’s business?” Bridget demanded as she shifted nervously. Just as Bridget wondered how long it would be before the investigator arrived for his meeting, she was startled out of her reverie. “Bridget Forrester?” The stranger asked. “Um—yes? Do I know you?” Bridget asked with trepidation. “Not yet,” the gentleman said as he extended his hand. “I’m Michael O’Rourke of O’Rourke & Associates.” Bridget was genuinely surprised. “Oh!” She gasped. “You look—I mean you don’t look like a P.I. to me.” O’Rourke smiled in amusement. “Really? And how, if I may ask, should a P.I. look?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “Well, you know—like Columbo!” Bridget blurted. “Just sloppy, disheveled and rundown looking.” O’Rourke looked at Bridget with a twinkle in his eye. What a woefully ignorant child, he thought. “I’m sorry to disabuse you of your preconceived notions.” He said in a tongue-in-cheek manner. “How…I mean how did you know it was me?” Bridget asked. The investigator smiled as he pumped Bridget’s hand. “I’m a private investigator.; it’s my business to know such things,” he glibly replied. “May I have a seat?” “Oh—um, sure,” a stupefied Bridget responded. As the investigator took his seat, Bridget could not help checking him out. Impeccably groomed in a Brooks Brother suit, he was quite handsome—a detail that didn’t go unnoticed by Bridget. She also noted that O’Rourke was athletically built and had a thick head of brownish red hair. Bridget did not know which surprised her more—his good looks or the fact that he was so well-groomed and professional looking. “Here is my business card.” O’Rourke said as he handed Bridget his card. “So, Ms. Forrester—or is it Dr. Forrester?” O’Rourke asked. “It’s Ms. Forrester,” Bridget responded. Even his voice sounds yummy, she thought. “Ms. Forrester it is then. Why are we here today?” “Well, we—um, I want to catch a rat,” Bridget spat dispassionately. O’Connell opened his steel briefcase and removed several items, including a promotional brochure, a portfolio containing his curriculum vitae and references, and a legal pad. As he removed a pen from his suit pocket, he could not help smiling in amusement. “A rat, you say?” “That’s right—a blonde, stringy haired, scrunched faced little rat!” Bridget fairly snapped. “I see,” O’Rourke said as he made a few quick notes. “Tell me a little bit about this person.” “She’s my sister-in-law,” Bridget began, “which is something I hope to rectify real soon. Ambrosia Moore Forrester—she’s the epitome of what Tom Arnold said about himself and his ex-wife, Roseanne. She’s America’s worst nightmare: white trash with money. Namely, my brother’s money. What makes it even more offensive is that she’s done absolutely nothing to earn it.” “Uh-huh,” O’Rourke said as he continued to write. “And where do your brother and his wife reside?” “In Beverly Hills with my mom,” Bridget answered. “She’s in that really exclusive area where Eddie Murphy and some of the other celebrities live.” “And why am I investigating her?” O’Rourke wanted to know. “In addition to being trash, she’s also a liar and a cheating dog,” Bridget angrily replied with her arms folded. “So this is an adultery case then,” O’Rourke commented as he continued to write. “Yep,” Bridget confirmed. “And I want her caught.” “I gathered that much,” O’Rourke replied. “Do you know who her alleged paramour is?” “Yes. None other than my no-good ex-husband, Deacon Sharpe. He’s another liar and a cheat.” “And where does Mr. Sharpe reside?” O’Rourke asked. “In some dive,” Bridget dismissively replied with a roll of her eyes. “It’s a real dump—an apartment just above this sleazy nightclub called the Lair.” “I gathered from your description of your sister-in-law that she’s a blonde. How else would you describe her and Mr. Sharpe?” “Mr. O’Rourke, I can actually go one better,” Bridget eagerly said. “I just happen to have their pictures right here in my purse.” Bridget said as she reached into her bag and pulled out a manila folder containing one 8 X 10 photo of Amber and a 5 X 7 photo of Deacon. “Thanks; these will definitely come in handy,” O’Rourke said as he reviewed the pictures. “As you can see, she’s ug—I mean, she looks just like her mother,” Bridget nastily said. O’Rourke placed the pictures in his brief case. He then gave his promotional packet to Bridget. “As you can see, there’s my business card, as well as a brochure of our services. I’ve also included by curriculum vitae, which outlines my credentials as well as the noted court cases in which I was called as an expert witness.” “Thanks,” Bridget said as she perused the materials. “Hmmm…very impressive,” she noted. “We have several Southern California locations and provide security consultations, background checks, divorce and child custody investigations, financial investigations, discreet surveillance—you name it. We’re open 24 hours 7 days a week. We’ve been in business since 1962 and are fully licensed and bonded.” O’Rourke explained. “That’s terrific,” Bridget stated. “So what will you do about following Amber and Deacon?” “Well, you’ve given me some basic information to start with, and we have access to numerous databases where we can obtain additional information such as their dates of birth, social security numbers and contacts. By the way, what kind of cars do they drive?” O’Rourke asked. Bridget furrowed her brow as if trying to remember. “Amber is actually rolling around in a Mustang convertible—courtesy of my brother—and Deacon drives this old beat-up Miata. It’s a 1999 model I think.” “We’ll obtain their license plate numbers and will go from there. Can you give me a general idea of your sister-in-law’s habits?” O’Rourke inquired. Bridget frowned and frostily replied. “I can’t say that I know that much about her, um, habits except that they’re undoubtedly nasty ones!” O’Rourke allowed himself a small chuckle. “Actually, Ms. Forrester, I was trying to get a sense of what your sister-in-law’s day-to-day activities are. What time does she leave the house? Does she go shopping and how often? Who does she see?” “Ohhhhh! Gotcha!” Bridget nodded as comprehension began to sink in. “Well, as I said before, she’s rather lazy. My brother leaves early in the morning for work and she has the rest of the day ahead of her. Her little cousin who she’s raising as her son has play dates sometimes and she takes him to the park not too far from where my mom lives. Every once in a while, she ventures out to do some shopping but she’s usually joined at the hip with that kid. Oh, and another thing. Lately, she’s been hooking up with Deacon in the park; that’s where I saw them, you know.” “And, what about this Deacon character?” O’Rourke asked as he furiously made notes on his pad. “Him? Well, he spends a lot of time getting the Lair ready for dancing and stuff later in the evening. Oh, and just so you know, he’s the kid’s father. So he hooks up with Amber and the kid in the park under the guise of having play dates, but I know it’s just to hook up for sex.” “Sex in front of the kid,” O’Rourke murmured. “Nice. By the way, what is the kid’s name and how old is he?” “Thanks to that lying skank, he’s fraudulently named Eric Forrester, III, but just about everyone calls him Little Eric except when he’s around his sperm donor. Then he’s called Little D just so Deacon won’t get his jock strap in a knot. Oh, and the kid is about 3 years old.” “I see; well it looks as if I have everything I need for now.” O’Rourke said. “Do you have any questions for me?” “Yes, as a matter of fact, I do,” Bridget replied. “When can you get started?” “I can start right away. As soon as I’m properly retained, which would include your signing a retainer agreement and paying a retainer, we can rock and roll.” O’Rourke responded. “Okay. And, how much do you charge?” Bridget asked. “That depends on what’s done. For the type of work you want, I would start off charging you a retainer of say maybe $5,000.00. I work by the hour. Once you’ve exhausted your retainer, I will send you a statement showing you the services rendered and how your money was applied. Out-of-pocket costs are extra. You will receive a detailed written report along with photographs documenting your sister-in-law and ex-husband’s activities. If she leaves home to spend the night at his place, we have a technique where we will mark the door to note her time of arrival and the time of departure. We also make note of any open displays of affection and other suspicious behaviors. Given your disparaging comments about your sister-in-law’s avarice, I think a financial investigation may be in order. We will discreetly examine her bank account to see if there are any large sums of money going in and out of her account. It wouldn’t surprise me in the least if she was handing money over to this Deacon Sharpe fellow.” Bridget gulped. “It all sounds good, Mr. O’Rourke, but did you say five thousand dollars? Gee, I dunno. That’s a whole lot of money.” Although she was impressed with O’Rourke’s services, she was nonplussed by the amount of money he was charging. “Really?” O’Rourke asked. “I did my homework before our meeting and I understand that you’re from a wealthy family so I naturally thought that cost wouldn’t be an issue.” “Well, um, normally it wouldn’t be but, you see, my parents pay most of my living expenses and if I wrote a check from my trust or asked them for $5,000.00, it would arouse suspicions and I don’t feel like answering any questions.” Bridget fretted. “Well, that’s what it is. I can’t go any lower than that—not for this type of work. You can’t expect me to do all this work without some kind of retainer.” O’Rourke said. “Oh, I know. It’s just that I didn’t expect to fully pay so much upfront.” Bridget said in a worried voice. “Tell you what we’ll do. Why don’t you give me the money in two separate checks. That way whoever administers your trust won’t get too suspicious. I’ll send you a regular bill every month; that way you can stay on top of things. If you feel costs are getting out of control, we can put the brakes on things. Do we have a deal?” O’Rourke asked. Bridget hesitated for the briefest of moments. If her family found out what she had been up to, this whole thing could blow up in her face. However, the desire to best Amber and expose her for the tramp and fraud she was won out. Bridget extended her hand and said, “I had one more person I needed to see, but I like what I’ve heard so far. Mr. O’Rourke, we’ve got ourselves a deal.” _______________
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 9, 2010 2:55:11 GMT -5
Awesome! :)Thanks for this latest installment. I will probably comment more later, but here goes.
BooHoo is one ugly little killjoy. I see she is still showing that she can rain on anyone's parade. First she pisses on Mommy's parade, now it's onto Amber. What a little bitch! I realize that she has reason to not be fond of Amber, but deliberately seeking out dirt to toss on her is a really low blow. And her snobbery is showing big time. Apparently her daring stand up to the resident pervert is a federal case. If the little tramp (BooHoo) had shown one ounce of concern for her family instead of kissing Hag and Mass's ample rumps, she would have seen that Ridge was stalking her mother and that Amber had every right to call the cops.
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Post by MissJr on Dec 9, 2010 15:53:58 GMT -5
Awesome! :)Thanks for this latest installment. I will probably comment more later, but here goes.
BooHoo is one ugly little killjoy. I see she is still showing that she can rain on anyone's parade. First she pisses on Mommy's parade, now it's onto Amber. What a little bitch! I realize that she has reason to not be fond of Amber, but deliberately seeking out dirt to toss on her is a really low blow. And her snobbery is showing big time. Apparently her daring stand up to the resident pervert is a federal case. If the little tramp (BooHoo) had shown one ounce of concern for her family instead of kissing Hag and Mass's ample rumps, she would have seen that Ridge was stalking her mother and that Amber had every right to call the cops. Bridget is a spoiled, spiteful little harridan. Instead of celebrating her blessings (good education, money in the bank, bills paid by parents, place to live, etc.) she's determined to hate on Amber, who committed the cardinal sin of being the one Deacon wants. Bridget talks a good game about Rick this, Rick that but at the end of the day this isn't about him. It's all about her hurt feelings.
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Post by mutzi on Dec 9, 2010 15:57:22 GMT -5
MissJr, I almost never post. But I do love your stories and hope you continue adding to this one. It is outstanding!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Dec 9, 2010 16:26:00 GMT -5
Awesome! :)Thanks for this latest installment. I will probably comment more later, but here goes.
BooHoo is one ugly little killjoy. I see she is still showing that she can rain on anyone's parade. First she pisses on Mommy's parade, now it's onto Amber. What a little bitch! I realize that she has reason to not be fond of Amber, but deliberately seeking out dirt to toss on her is a really low blow. And her snobbery is showing big time. Apparently her daring stand up to the resident pervert is a federal case. If the little tramp (BooHoo) had shown one ounce of concern for her family instead of kissing Hag and Mass's ample rumps, she would have seen that Ridge was stalking her mother and that Amber had every right to call the cops. Bridget is a spoiled, spiteful little harridan. Instead of celebrating her blessings (good education, money in the bank, bills paid by parents, place to live, etc.) she's determined to hate on Amber, who committed the cardinal sin of being the one Deacon wants. Bridget talks a good game about Rick this, Rick that but at the end of the day this isn't about him. It's all about her hurt feelings. Oh, I know! BooHoo doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself. As far as her family goes, she will toss them under the bus if that will get her what she wants. She lied to Eric, her father, about Hag and Mass's lies, and she will lie to Rick as well as her parents when she spends her trust fund on getting dirt on Amber. I guess she is going to take a break from trying to convince Ridge she is a worthy replacement for Taylor, as mommy is no longer in the running. It was never about Ridge, just another way to stick it to Brooke.
And her acting like Ridge is better than Amber is a laugh. On what planet is a pervert better than anyone?
Princess needs to watch herself, as Dr. Singh has already indicated that she is on thin ice. I hope he finds out about her playing hooky and reams her ass out good.
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Post by lalogan on Jan 8, 2011 4:12:32 GMT -5
"See anything you like?" Brooke asked Katie. "I don't know, Brooke," Katie replied uncertainly as she studied the room service menu. "I mean—these prices—" "Are you serious?" Brooke laughed. "You're my guest. Remember? We can either order room service, or we can go downstairs to the Dining Room. The food is awesome." "Won't they charge Ridge's card though?" "Katie, do I look as if I'm overly concerned about that?" Brooke giggled. Katie broke out into giggles also. "I know, but that's just that practical Logan side of me. You know mom and Grandma Logan always taught us to pay our own way and to never assume that someone else will pick up the tab." "Well, you're my guest and I have paid my way. One could say that I've more than paid my way." Brooke said, suddenly becoming serious. "Are you okay?" A worried Katie asked. "Not really, but I have a solution to that." "What's that?" "It's a solution called 'stress management.' For starters, we can go downstairs to the fitness center to work out, or we can check out the steam room. That's free. Then, we can come back up for showers and have breakfast in the Dining Room. I thought maybe we could extend our stay and stop by the Health Spa for a Swedish massage and body treatments." "But, will we be able to get appointments at the last minute?" "As much money as Forrester Creations spends here every year—absolutely. By the way, the hotel offers Afternoon High Tea, which I think you'll love. Since we packed rather lightly, we can go shopping along Rodeo later for some dresses. It seems there's some kind of dress code." "High Tea? My—aren't we hoity toity!" Katie laughed. "I know it sounds rather old-fashioned, but it's so much fun. This chef, Lee Smith, is from England, and he does an excellent job—scones with Devonshire cream and fruit preserves, chocolate-dipped strawberries, pastries, and finger sandwiches. So what do you say?" "Yum! It sounds good to me!" Katie replied enthusiastically. "Remember that old tea set we used to have when we were little girls?" "How could I forget?" Brooke smiled. "We used to get all dressed up in Mom's dresses, high heels and hats, and pretend that we were proper English ladies." "Back then, we used to pretend that we were rich, and now ..." Katie sighed in remembrance of the tea parties they had in their small backyard. Impulsively, she walked over and embraced Brooke, squeezing her tightly. Brooke returned the embrace and smiled. "Thank you!" Katie said. "Why are you thanking me?" Brooke wondered. "If anything, it's I who should be thanking you." "Brooke, really. This is all so generous of you. When I decided to stay here with you last night, I just didn't want you to be alone. I really wasn't expecting anything like this. Will you at least let me pay for something?" "Absolutely not." Brooke insisted. "Katie, I love doing things like this for the people I love. Plus, this gives us a chance to really spend some time together before I have to face the real world—and Ridge—again." "I do have one question though. Breakfast, the spa, High Tea—are they being charged to this room?" "But, of course!" Brooke laughed. "And, when Ridge gets the bill? Won't HE have something to say about this little excursion?" Katie asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Why should I care what he thinks when the bill comes?" Brooke shrugged. "After the hell he's put me through, as far as I'm concerned, he's getting off rather cheaply." _______________ A question, MissJr...will Widge receive the bill that Brooke and Katie ran up at the Beverly Wilshire fairly soon? Because I'd LOVE to see his wig fly off just before his head explodes, as he reads it. He's already assumed that Brooke's guest was Nick, and getting a bill for what he thinks was their night/day of debauchery would be too humiliating for him to bear. Heh heh.
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Post by lalogan on Jan 26, 2011 3:13:49 GMT -5
Bridget was somewhat surprised when the LCD screen on her cell phone lit up: “MOM.” Her stomach fluttered nervously. While she was filled with trepidation, she was also excited at the prospect of clearing the air with her mother once and for all. After all, wasn’t that the purpose of her visit yesterday? “H’lo?” Bridget answered hesitantly. Brooke, who was also somewhat tentative, responded, “Hello, Bridget.” Sitting at her desk with a tall soy chai latte from Starbucks, along with a reduced fat turkey bacon and egg sandwich, she breathed a sigh of relief. Brooke could not help remembering how she “blessed” Bridget out in their last conversation and was unsure of the reception she would actually receive. Well, at least Bridget hadn’t hung up on her, she thought. “Mom? I—I don’t know what to say,” a tongue-tied Bridget said. “I mean, how are you doing? What’s going on?” “You don’t have to say anything,” Brooke replied. “I just wanted to check up on you to make sure that you were okay. Oh, and in answer to your question, I’m actually doing okay.” “Mom, I—there’s so much I want to say to you!” Bridget dramatically announced. “Bridget—” “Mom, we really need to talk about Ridge,” Bridget softly said, coloring with embarrassment. “He—you were r—” Always compassionate, Brooke cut Bridget off immediately, as she could not bear to hear her daughter’s humiliation. “You don’t have to say another word,” Brooke said. “Sweetie, I think I know what you’re about to say and it’s really not necessary.” On the verge of tears by now, Bridget blurted, “He hurt me, Mom! He really hurt me!” Brooke closed her eyes tightly and bit her bottom lip. Oh, God, how she wished she could have spared her child this pain! Although she had warned Bridget that she was headed for a huge fall, Brooke took no pleasure in reveling in Bridget’s pain. Another thing that's great about this story...the moments where even the most self-absorbed characters show some vulnerability and humanity. Unlike Brooke, I don't feel compassion for the silly Bridget when she FINALLY buys herself a clue (albeit temporarily; I deleted the rest of the convo where Bridget easily goes back to Self-Righteous Victim/Martyr Mode), because the truth had not just been staring her in the face but SLAPPING her in the face all the previous day, when Widge was singularly focused on her mother, never sparing her a thought. But, like all people in deep denial, Bridget chose to ignore what she didn't want to see, and conjured her own reality. So when Widge had the gall to act as if he never led her on and the sick, perverted "romance" was entirely in Bridget's head (Bridget did the pursuing, but he quite openly encouraged her, while pretending he wasn't), and then claimed that Brooke, not Bridget, was "it" for him, it truly did hurt. And for just a moment, Bridget not only realized how badly he hurt -- and humiliated -- her, but longed for comfort from her mother, like all children, chronologically or emotionally speaking, do. Brooke can't stand to see her child in pain, and "I told you so" doesn't even occur to her to say. Besides which, she knows all too well what it's like to be REALLY hurt by that waffling, self-serving, lying creep. They make the most tentative steps toward something resembling a reconciliation...but then Bridget gets annoyed and falls back on the the familiar self-righteous brattiness. Great job, MissJr!!
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Post by TINA (soapsecretary) on Aug 27, 2011 23:45:04 GMT -5
Wow! Fantastic installments! I know you have been very busy, but I sure hope this isn't the end of them.
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