[Bright & Cheery Music would be playing, as the episode title would pop up on the screen.]
Episode Two: "The Wrath Of A Drunken Girl Scorned."
-All the girls would be asleep still, but Charlene & Vivian.
Charlene: See, this is the exact reason why i don't drink heavily. I had a couple of beers & a shot last night, but not enough to get piss ass drunk & slobbered to still be asleep. It is 1 in the afternoon & these girls are still asleep.
Charlene's Interview: These girls are definitely a couple of rowdy ones. They're all still asleep & probably all still drunk. Like, really girls? *She'd laugh.* Y'all can go ahead and do yourselves.
Vivian: Right, though? Aye, i'm not 'gone front. I already had some misconcieved notions about you. I don't really like them country, hillbilly type of chicks. But, you straight, ma. You a pretty chill girl. And, i just wanted to say i'm sorry for thinking that about you.
Charlene: *She'd laugh, nodding her head.* Everyone that's not from the south thinks that about me, like they automatically think that because i dress southern & talk southern that i'm a unclassy type of chick. I mean, i am very deep rooted into my country side. But, i still know how to act. You know? I'm chill til you try me & THAT'S when we'll have a problem, till then, i'm a nice girl.
Vivian: Right, i agree. I'm the same way, nice until you make me otherwise.
-A few hours would go by, and the girls would all be getting ready to go to an early dinner.
Sahara's Interview: So last night, i drank like a dirty sailor with these girls in the backyard, and i feel like shit. But, i'm gonna go out to dinner with the girls & go to a nice club here.
-The girls would arrive at a Mexican Cuisine Place. They'd all order food, and some drinks.
Vivian: So, how y'all feeling? All of y'all was dead asleep this morning, it was only me & Charlene awake. *She'd laugh, taking a bite of her enchilada.*
Ashlee: I feel like serious shit. Like, my head is pounding right now, i would take some medicine, but i lowkey think i still have some shit left inside of me. *She'd laugh.*
-The girls would all laugh.
Vivian's Interview: I definitely think that Ashlee's a little extra, like she KNEW good and well to stop drinking last night, we all told her she had like 8 shots back to back, and then a margarita when i first met her in her hand & then god knows what else she threw back. She seems a bit like an alcoholic, and i hope she knows what she's doing. That's all...
-The girls would all be getting along, having polite dinner conversation. They'd all pay for their food, and go back to the mansion, getting dressed for a night out. They'd get into the limo, arriving at a "The Pink Kitty"
| The Pink Kitty |
-Hip Hop Trap Music would be playing, the girls would be dancing in the club. Some would be drinking, especially Ashlee. She'd already be fuck faced drunk.
Vivian: Really? *She'd roll her eyes.*
Charlene: What's wrong, dude?
Vivian: That bitch is ALREADY drunk. We just got here an hour ago.
Charlene: Really, dude?
Vivian: YES! Look at that bitch. *She'd point to a stumbling Ashlee at the bar.* I'm so over this chick, it's only night two, and i'm over her.
Charlene: Damn, dude. *She'd walk over to Ashlee.*
Ashlee: What's wrong? Why are you beside me, bitch? *She'd look cross eyed.*
Charlene: Hold on, now watch who you calling a bitch, dude. I'm just trying to check on you, and make sure you're good.
Ashlee: Oh, fuck you! BITCH! *She'd attempt to throw her little bit of vodka in her cup at Charlene, but it'd go on the bartender.*
Charlene: DUDE! YOU NEED TO CHILL THE FUCK OUT! You're being messy as fuck, man.
Ashlee: I told you to get out my face, bitch! *She'd push her, but Charlene wouldn't even move, Charlene would grab her arm, slinging her on the ground.*
Charlene: Fuck you, dude. The fuck out of here, man. *She'd walk out of the club.*
Charlene's Interview: Here i go, trying to be a nice girl & check on Ashlee and make sure she's okay, and that no dude was taking advantage of her at the club or something. And she wants to cuss at me, attempt to throw a drink on me and push me? Fuck that bitch. I told her she should know how to control her damn liquor.
-Vivian would follow her, seeing what's wrong.
Vivian: You alright, chick?
Charlene: Dude, no! That bitch really fucking tried it. She came at me, when i was trying to be a nice person and check on her. I'm about to dog that bitch, bro.
Vivian: Nah, don't even worry about her. Just let it go.
-The girls would get kicked out, due to Ashlee's altercation, throwing the drink on the bartender.
| LIMO |
Sahara: You really need to chill out, man. Like, honestly i'm annoyed right now because of you.
Ashlee: And i don't care, fuck you.
Sahara: Really? Okay. It's fine.
Ashlee: It is fine? Hm.. *She'd shake her head, drunkenly. She'd look a bit crazy.*
-The limo would arrive at the mansion. Charlene would pack her things up, rooming with Vivian.
Charlene: I can't stay in that bitch's room.
Sahara: It's fine, switch with me. I'll stay with her, i don't mind dealing with her.
-The two would switch rooms. A few minutes later, Charlene & Vivian would be in the hallway talking, Ashlee would roll her eyes, BUMPING past Charlene. The editing would replay the bump clearly, and Charlene would look at Ashlee.
Charlene: Hey, now! We don't wanna do that now, don't bump past me like that. You starting some shit, girl.
Ashlee: What? What did i do?
Charlene: JUST WHAT I SAID.
Ashlee: What? Y'all in the doorway of MY ROOM.
Charlene: AND? I DON'T GIVE A FUCK! It's my fucking house, too, man!
-Charlene would follow Ashlee, the camera's editing would disort the view.
Charlene: Listen. Don't RUSH PAST ME like that again! You bumping into me, like you got a fucking problem, what's your problem, dude? Huh?
Ashlee: Bitch, get out of my face. *She'd put her hand up.*
-Charlene would grab her hand.*
Charlene: Put it down, i will fucking slam you dog. Don't do it!
Ashlee: What? What bitch? Slam me. Do it.
-The camera would replay "Slam me. Do it" in slow motion, as Charlene would flip Ashlee on the ground, easily.
Charlene's Interview: I really tried to be nice to the girl, but she kept on, and kept on. Bitch, i'm small & skinny. But i ride horses & cattles and shit. Been doing that since i was 8 years old, if i can handle a 900 some pound horse, i can handle a little 120 pound girl.
-The girls would stop the altercation, as Ashlee would get up. She'd look embarrassed, but pissed off.
Ashlee: Really bitch? Really?
Ashlee's Interview: Don't speak or talk to me like i'm a child. You're not going to embarrass me or punk me out. I will fight you, believe that.
-Ashlee would run over to Charlene aggressively, as Charlene would grab her before Ashlee could grab her. Charlene would grab Ashlee's hair, flipping her onto the ground, getting ontop of her and punching her in the head.
Vivian: What? Damn! Damn! Get that hoe, you better get her, G.
Jessica: *She'd be laughing.* Shit! Get her!
Jessica's Interview: I've been quiet all day, but damn... Ashlee REALLY is DRAINING. She needed this ass whooping.
-Ashlee would send a sharp punch back at Charlene as security would rush in, seperating the two, as Charlene still has a hold on Ashlee's hair, she'd send a few more punches in, before security harshly rips her off.
Ashlee: She can get the fuck out my room!
Charlene: Dude, I AM OUT OF THE ROOM! Drunk messy ass BITCH! *She'd punch the wall, breaking a layer of it off.*
Charlene's Interview: I'm definitely pissed off at Ashlee. She really did do me dirty, so we're not going to be friends, at all.
-The girls would be in shock, witnessing the fight.
Sahara's Interview: These bitches are really crazy, i love it! She'd laugh.* I really didn't think Ashlee had some balls, she seems like a little bitch, but she really did fight back. Proud of you, girl.
Sahara: She didn't have to do her like that, though. That was a little shady.
Vivian: G, how is it shady?
Sahara: Cause Ashlee fucked... like... really? She could have came at her tomorrow.
Vivian: She fucked, but she capable. Look! She fought back, i don't care. If you drunk, talking shit & know what you doing, you can get that ass beat. Period.
Sahara: Okay, but i'm gonna say what i wanna say, so.... *She'd flip her hair, walking into her room.*
Vivian's Interview: Sahara's got a mouth on her, which i can respect because she speaks what she feels... but she better watch out. Don't come for me, boo.. Because we can get it cracking, all day, honey.
-The episode would end with the girls going to bed.
"I'm always the center of attention no matter what, like i don't even have to try. I can literally walk inside a store, and drama will be waiting. *Her face would be zoomed in.* because I’m just that awesome."
Sahara | 24 | Atlanta, GA | "The Out-Righteous Blonde"
Interview: Guys look at me and always want to come up & get my number. I'm normally the highlight of the night, people usually always call me up & ask me to come party with them. Girls hate me because i look good, i literally have no girlfriends, every single time i meet a girl, she automatically hates me. And that's because i'm beautiful.
[Sahara would exit the limo, giving the driver a kiss on the cheek. She'd run inside the house, screaming.]
Sahara: OH MY GOD! THIS IS MY HOUSE?! *She'd jump up & down, clapping her hands.*
Sahara's Interview: I definitely think that this house is gonna be dope to live in for 3 months. It's really big, we're in Mexico, i'm gonna meet some sexy Hispanic men and fall in love with this city.
[She'd be sitting down at the pool outside, with her feet in the water & a Margarita.]
[Moments later, another limo would arrive to the house. A Brunette would exit, she'd be wearing a skin tight dress. She'd enter the house.]
Jessica: *Gasps* Oh shit, wow.... this house is fucking amazing, man.
"My problem in general... is that i don't give a fuck about anything."
Jessica's Interview: I'm honestly the biggest bitch you'll ever meet in your life, i can seriously be a sweet bitch or i can be your worst nightmare. In high school, i was known as the "Queen Bee" only because i grew up with a lot of money, i think once people know you're rich & you're a bitch, you just naturally become the HBIC. I'm spoiled, definitely. I think that once you cross me, i'll make it my mission to get you sent home. I'm a schemer, so watch out. *She'd smile.*
-Music would be playing as Jessica would walk into the house, Sahara would hear her, getting up & running over to her. She'd give her a hug.
Sahara: Oh my goodness! Hi! How are you?
Sahara's Interview: When i meet Jessica, i think that she's a spoiled bitch. Like she came off as *She'd hold her head up high, and put her arms to the side. And she'd imitate Jessica.* "I'm Jessica. Hi..." Like, bitch. Who the fuck are you?
Jessica: Hello. I'm Jess. You are?
Jessica's Interview: I see Sahara... and i think that she's a pretty girl, she is. But, she isn't on my level. I don't hang out with girls like her... but, this is a new experience, so i won't hold anything against on a new friend i might have.
Sahara: I'm Sahara! It's nice to meet you.
-The 2 would go out back to the pool, talking, laughing. The scene would progress to a Yacht. Long, tan legs would be shown, as a Brunette girl would flipping her hair, shades on & freshly painted nails.
"When i see something & i like it, i get it!"
Cynthia "Cyn" | 26 | Long Island, NY | "The Black Widow"
Cyn's Interview: I'm very independent. I've been on my own since i was 15, i worked waitressing jobs & house hopped til i was old enough to get a full time job & live on my own. I always wanted to live in a fancy house and have nice cars and nice things. And so, i went out and worked my ass off & got it. I'm very spicy, like, if i have something to say to you, i'm gonna say it. I don't tolerate bullshit, if i see someone bullying someone, you're gonna get called out on it! I don't really like to put my hands on someone, but if i feel like i need to, then best believe, you're getting hit.
-Cyn would be sitting down on the Yacht, as a pastel pink haired woman would come up to her. She'd scream, giving her a hug.
Cyn: Oh my god! You're so pretty! I love your hair, doll!
Ashlee: Thank you! I love you already, any complements, i get. I love! *She'd laugh.*
"I'm not a whore, i'm not gonna seek you out at a club, and fuck you on night one. I'm gonna seek you out, talk to you a few nights & then fuck you senseless."
Ashlee | 23 | Richmond, VA | "The Slutty Partygirl"
Ashlee's Interview: I definitely know that people see me as a hoe, but i'm really not. Most of the time if i take a guy home, i'm not even fucking him. We either just make out or i give him a blowjob. *Crickets would be heard, she'd be looking around, playing with her hair. And then resume talking.* I really want to try & not be seen as a crazy bitch. Because i really am crazy, i have fucking anger issues. I'm not the toughest fighter, but i will definitely make you regret messing with me.
Cyn: So, where are you from?
Ashlee: From Richmond, Virginia. I hate it so much, i wanna move to Houston.
Cyn: Really? I would think Virginia is alright.
Ashlee: It's not, a lot of drama. Bitches like to start shit.
Cyn: Well, honey, that's everywhere.
-Another girl would walk on the boat dock, getting on the Yacht.
"The city i'm from is so hood, it's so small, so everyone knows everyone's business. There came a time when i was fucking my best friends new boyfriend, and i didn't know it. Shit, he was a good time. Oh well."
Vivian's Interview: I'm from a hood ass city, everything a person should witness, i saw. I saw my uncle get shot right in front of me. I seen 3 of my homeboys die. I've been through a lot, i'm a tough chick. My dad's been in prison for 10 years, and i've been the one who's been taking care of my family. My mother went off the deep end, and got into all the drugs & shit, so she's in jail too. Like, *She'd tear up.* I'm tired of being in this type of life. I'm coming on this show, to make a change. I want to be able to change myself, so i can try and help other people around me change.
-Vivian would get on the boat, hugging the others.
Vivian: Hey girls. I'm Vivian, y'all can call me Viv.
Cyn: Okay, hey boo. I'm Cyn.
Ashlee: I'm Ashlee!
Yacht Driver: Alright, we're gonna head over to the house now.
Vivian: Hell yes! I'm ready to see where i'm 'gon be living for 3 months.
Cyn: *Laughs* I know, man! Me too!
-The boat would speed off, going to the mansion. As that scene would be ending, another limo would pull up to the house, as a african american girl would get out of the limo, getting a drink from a man standing outside.
"I'm really attracted to people who can make me think, you know? I don't look at gender roles or anything, i love everyone. Like, if you can make me feel loved & show me affection like no other. Like, we're good."
Georgina | 27 | Compton, CA | "The Ticking Timebomb"
Georgina's Interview: I do have a temper, but i know how to control my mouth & temper mostly... *She'd laugh.* I'm a bit unpredictable. I can be calm one moment, and snapping at someone the next. You just don't know what Gina's gonna do next.
-Georgina would get in the house, getting greeting by all the women. They'd all be waiting for the last girl. As they'd be in the living room, all of them drinking some type of alcoholic beverage.
Cyn: So, who's this last girl? Anyone know?
Vivian: Nah, i don't. But, i hope it's not no white trash, hillbilly type of chick. I don't get along with them types. I fucked up a few of them in the past.
Jessica's Interview: I can definitely tell that Viv is not afraid to speak her mind, and i respect that. I love a girl who is ballsy.
-A limo would arrive at the house, a very deep rooted southern accent would speak.
???: Thank you, hun. You have a wonderful night.
"I'm very southern, like a bad ass version of a prim & proper southern belle. Country people? We KNOW how to party & we party hard as hell!"
Charlene | 21 | Louisville, KY | "The Country Ringleader"
Charlene's Interview: I honestly am a player, i can fuck a dude & then never speak or see his ass again. It's not a problem at all. I'm a guys girl, like i'm probably a country guys dream girl. I love to drink beer, go saddle riding, i love going mudding & just chilling out by a bonfire. I'm a country girl, and i love it. I AM a G.R.I.T. a girl raised in the south. *She'd laugh.* I'm not someone to mess with though, afterall, i am a girl. I'm vindictive as fuck, if you piss me off, i'll ruin you. being vindictive gets you places. If you listen close, your worst enemy will tell you EVERYTHING that you need to know. I can't continue to be friends with a person more than a month or so. If i do, it's rare. It's just that people, they find a way to get on my nerves and then i drop you.. like that. *Snaps fingers* I don't like anyone to outshine me, like... i'll make some drama. I'll stir shit up, just for the heck of it.
-Charlene would get into the house, she'd smile at the girls. They'd all greet her.
Vivian's Interview: So, of course, once i pray for the last chick to NOT be a country, hillbilly type. What is she? She's even worse. *She'd roll her eyes.*
-The girls decide to stay in for the night, and get to know each other. They'd all be spread out, doing various things.
-Ashlee & Charlene would be sharing a room.
Ashlee: I hope you're okay with me being a drinker, i literally love drinking. I'm not an alcoholic or anything, but... you know?
Charlene: Hey... as long as you keep your shit down & don't treat me any kind of way, we're good, dude.
Ashlee: Okay. *She'd smile.*
-The episode would come to a close, as the camera would zoom out of the house, quickly showing brief things of whats to come on this season. Various yelling & screaming & arguing would be heard.
[Camera editing would place "READY...SET...GO!" on the screen.]
| CONFESSIONAL ROOM |
Vivian: Oh my god... i'm so MAD! *She'd tear up a little* She got my bitch SENT HOME! SHE GOT HER SENT HOME! I'm tired of this bitch, she been here way too long, she need to GO! *She'd wipe her tears, putting her hair up in a bun* Sahara, bitch... i'm coming for YOU! *"YOU" would be echoed.*
[ FLASH BACK ]
Sahara (On The Phone): Bitches here are so jealous of me, it's really sad. Like, this bitch threw some juice on me, talking about "I disrespected you, what are you gonna do?" Like, bitch, i'm GOOD! My shit is real, it's real expensive, i don't give a FUCK! *The word "Fuck" would be edited to be loud.* I'm not just about to fight someone because they're mad at me, like bitch, look at you & look at me. YOU'RE ALWAYS GONNA BE MAD!
[ END OF FLASHBACK ]
[Sahara would be seen rushing to the confessional room, she'd be a little beaten up. Her hair would be in knots.]
| CONFESSIONAL ROOM |
Sahara: I'm the sexiest bitch here and these bitches had no reason to hate on me, but they did.
[Loud banging would be heard, the girls would be trying to get in the confessional. Sahara would look a bit scared.]
"COME OUT HERE, BITCH!"
"YOU FUCKING P*SSY!"
"YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING GET IT, TODAY, BITCH!"
Sahara (Cont.): I'm not scared of none of these bitches! They keep on hitting me, thinking i'm going to go home? I'm the baddest bad girl, i'm the terminator! You fuck with me, you get-
[ Vivian would have gotten past security in front of the confessional, she bursts in the confessional, Sahara would stand up, putting her hands up as Vivian would jump up in the air, punching Sahara down to the ground.]
Vivian: So... you wanna get my bitch sent home? Huh? I DON' PLAY DAT SHIT! *She'd get on top of Sahara punching her dead in the face, hard.]
[ The other girls would be fighting with security trying to get in the confessional room, Ashlee would rush in, kicking Sahara in the head as Vivian is punching her, Ashlee would snatch Sahara's hair, immediately getting pulled away from security, she'd still have a firm grip on Sahara's hair, she'd start sending in some harsh punches as well. Vivian & Ashlee would be punching Sahara. Sahara would be screaming, she'd send some harsh punches out, as Jessica would have gotten released from a guard by accident, she'd trip over the confessional bench, getting back up quickly, sending a brutal kick to Sahara's face.]
Security: STOP! STOP! STOP! LET HER GO! LET HER GO!
[Security & Producers would be in the confessional as they'd be trying to end the fight.]
[The scene would be sped up, it'd end at Sahara sitting outside with a busted lip, her hair in knots & a bald spot. Her nose would be bleeding.]
Sahara: I want all them bitches to go to jail, every single one of them! LOOK AT MY FACE! I'm FUCKED UP! *She'd scream in a producer’s face.* Y'all let them do this to me! LOOK AT ME!
Anyone else dislike college as much as i do? I mean, i like it... but i don't... It's a good experience, but the homework at my school is tedious as fuck. I have to write an essay about domestic violence in APA format by the end of my course. -_- But, one thing is... i like my schools way of doing things, every course is only 7 weeks. So, we're flying by shit like everyday. I've never taken as many notes until i got to college. LMFAO. These 4 years are gonna be the death of me tbh.
So, who the hell else is excited for tonight? I literally treat PLL day like it's a holiday, every week. I'm so excited we're finding out who "A" is. But, i bet that they're going to mess with our emotions and show us BARELY anything and we don't find out who it is, and have to wait like 6 months til Season 6. I will cry and never watch tv again.
[The girls would be arriving back from a the club, Desiree would be in the phone room, calling her mother.]
Desiree: Mom.. i can't do this. Like, seriously. I'm about to go home.
Desiree's Mom: Why? Don-
[Jessica would burst into the phone room.]
Jessica: So what's the problem? What's the problem? You're mad about a fucking comment i made? Bitch, i ain't know it was your birthday!
[Desiree would be almost in tears from her anger, looking at the camera man.]
"Get her away from me, before i fucking slice her fucking throat."
Jessica's Interview: At this point, i'm confused to why Desiree is mad? Like.. bitch, i told you i didn't know it was your fucking birthday. All this ratchet shit and this beef shit is fucking annoying. I go and try to talk to her about it and she wants to get loud? Hell nah, bitch.
Jessica: Why are you getting mad? I don't have a fucking issue with you.
Desiree: But, i have an issue with you! It was brought to my attention that you and your little "Side kick/bitch/lapdog" decided to talk shit about me and say that i'm a whore and that i look like a man. BITCH, first of all.. why y'all so fucking scary? Y'all can't never say nothing to anyone's fucking face.
Desiree's Interview: What this 'lil bitch don't know is that, she got another thing coming.. i'm about to bash her into the ground.
[The girls would be looking at the altercation.]
Desiree: All i'm gonna say is, shut the fuck up and stop fucking talking about me. KEEP MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME, OUT OF YOUR MOUTH! DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING MAN NOW? *She'd end up losing her temper and punch Jessica in the face, sending the 2 on the ground. Desiree would have a closed fist on Jessica's hair.*
