New York City Friends
Season 3, Episode 10: Playing That Yankees Game
Starring~ Michelle McCool, Ashley Massaro, Candice Michelle, and Torrie Wilson.
The hot sun was blazing over the city, it was a perfect day to let lose. The entire day was just one long afternoon- the type of afternoon where the sun sets dramatically over the skies and where for some reason everybody is carefree, there is just something in the air that is so relaxing.
It was officially Summer! The season to start playing the cards you collected throughout Spring and Winter was upon us.
Some were out partying on rooftops, others were out in pools, and Ashley was inside sexting. Despite having a horrible experience with a guy she met on the app, Ashley continued to stick around to see if she could catch a better fish.
Ashley had been messaging a guy for about a week now, it had started off with small conversation, then it got deeper, and one thing led to the other and soon they were 'sexting'.
Mmmm, I want you in me- Ashley typed up while cleaning out her fridge. I'm gonna cum, oh I can feel it. You make me so horny baby- the man typed back. Ashley stared at the message, without really feeling anything, "Okay then, calm down there," Ashley said while chuckling.
Oh wow, I'm so wettt, I just got off and it felt so good- Ashley finally replied after throwing out some expired milk. Ashley really didn't put too much thought into it, but this man was totally into it, so she went along with it.
Let's meet, tonite! I can guarantee you that I will bring you so much pleasure, trust me, you'll go crazy when we fuck in person- the man promised her.
Ashley thought it over, she then shrugged and responded with- Why the hell not! My place?
And it was a done deal. The two would meet, after much anticipation and tension... well tension between the guy and his phone screen.
About a week ago, Torrie released her debuting book after much work and time, except it wasn't received quite well.
Candice was right by Torrie's side while the newly author read the reviews out loud. "The book is generic," Torrie cried out.
"According to The New York Times my book is generic and should only belong in the aisles of a CVS," Torrie cried. Candice patted her on the back, she handed her a tissue. "Hey, it's your first book, nobody ever gets it right on their first go, trust me," Candice reassured her friend in need of a little confidence-booster.
Torrie shut her laptop and she picked up her book, staring it at so hopelessly. "I had so much high hopes for this book, and I really thought it would go somewhere," Torrie admitted.
Candice sat next to her on her bed, "My musical completely blew up in my face, I worked so hard on it and I really thought it was special... but the critics apparently didn't, and you know what, that doesn't matter! People still fucking judge me for the parties I have and for being glitzy, and when I look back at that musical, I am still very very proud," Candice told Torrie.
Some women are like Candice, they really don't care about the critiques. Others are like Torrie, they really do care and worry about the critiques. But somehow, these two types of women meet up in the middle to support one another.
Torrie had her face shoved in her pillow. Candice picked up Torrie's book and placed it right next to Torrie's body, "Now, you will get up and stop crying like a little baby and you will go out there and promote the hell out of this book," Candice demanded.
Torrie thought it through and eventually picked herself up from the misery.
After stopping by Torrie's place, Candice walked around the block in search of a cab. Candice had her giant striped sun-hat on and her sunglasses shielded her eyes, but she couldn't shield away from running into an ex.
She was on her phone, refreshing her Instagram feed, when she accidentally bumped into a man. "Ugh, watch it," Candice told the man off.
"Candice, it's me, Cody," the man revealed himself. Candice nearly dropped her phone, she looked up and hoped that he would disappear if she just didn't acknowledge him.
Candice got married within her first year in the city, she had been married to the same man for nearly a decade, so running into an ex in the big city was a first for her.
She extended her arm out to half hug her ex, "Uh, what are you doing here," Candice asked.
"Well, I was stopping by for practice... I was actually cast for a new musical," Cody told her, "But what are you doing here, why aren't you over at the Hamptons?"
"From what I've been hearing, you are being called the 'Hamptons Princess'," Cody let her know, "Remembering our old club days is funny, because you were all broken and you were just trying to fit in with the younger crowd, but now, well now you've invented your own clubs and everybody else is following you now, I find that fucking impressive!"
Candice flipped her hair to the side, like a proud diva. "Thank you, I'm quite the accomplished trend-setter," Candice said.
'Running into an ex isn't that bad' Candice thought for just one second, until he shit on her day.
"I'm not done, at first your parties were the shit and I actually considered attending one... until I also heard that you were now using the 'Hamptons King'... possibly for his money maybe," Cody added.
Candice put her sunglasses back on and gave him the hand. "Whatever, it was nice seeing you Cody." Cody shook his head as she walked away from him, "I'm just warning you, he doesn't care about you! He's using you to further his own social status with the younger crowd, and you're using him for his mansion, let's get real Candice," Cody yelled, but Candice kept on walking.
The day was just getting hotter and hotter. Ashley was sipping her cold green tea, when she heard somebody at the door.
She opened the door to find the guy she had been sexting, Ashley was surprised to see him in person, she totally forgot that they were going to meet up.
His name was David Otung. He was a realtor and he owned his own apartment in the Upper West Side, he had a perfect golden retriever, and he wore checkered vests with suit pants casually.
"Right, I told you to come, well come in," Ashley said. He right away took off his little purple checkered vest, he then unbuttoned his shirt and began kissing Ashley.
It could've been hot, except he was a really bad kisser. David began unbuttoning his pants and he took off his shoes, within minutes the man welcomed himself onto Ashley's bed completely naked.
Ashley was still fully dressed, in fact, she even still had her green tea in her hand the entire time. She put it by the counter and began getting undressed, expecting this big man to please her the way he promised.
This man was known as a 'talker'- a man who talks a lot, but never does the walk. He says too much, but never has enough to back it up.
What Ashley expected to be sexy only lasted about eight minutes. He had no rhythm, didn't know where to sick it, just laid on top like a fish, and finished way too fast. The best part was him finishing so fast, Ashley was just waiting for it to end.
"Damn, that was so hot," David said, all sweaty and satisfied. Meanwhile, Ashley was holding in the laughter. It was so bad...
From horrible sex to horrible reviews, Torrie headed out to her first stop in the tour to promoting her book. It wasn't just any quick stop, she had to take the subway down to the Bronx.
She took the D Train, then forty minutes later found herself on 161st Street, also known as the street that holds the legendary Yankee's Stadium.
Torrie had a little book stand next to all the food carts inside. She had a stack of books on her small table, a few pens to sign the books, a little box for the money, and a banner above her head.
She waited for about an hour, nobody even took a glance at her stand, except for a drunk man who thought she was 'gorgeously gorgeous'.
Torrie waited and waited and waited, until she eventually just bought herself a cheeseburger and watched the Yankees play the Angels from the monitor screen across from her.
After the game, a Yankee player came out into the lobby of the stadium. Everybody watched in awe, they were starstruck, including Torrie.
The man turned around, looking for something, anything. He purchased a hot dog and a Pepsi cola and then noticed Torrie standing there with an empty stand.
He walked to her and said, "Hi, I'm Seth, Seth Rollins," he introduced himself. Torrie nodded along while smiling, "Yes, I am aware of that, huge fan by the way and you played a really really great game," Torrie told him.
He stared at her, normally, Torrie would feel uncomfortable, but he was a Yankee and therefore she was flattered. "I'd like to buy a book please," Seth proposed.
And suddenly everything turned around for Torrie, everybody else rushed to buy a book too, if a Yankee will, why the hell wouldn't they?
"Thank you," Torrie worded to him. He smiled and off he went, Torrie sold about four boxes worth of books that day- which roughly carried hundreds of books, possibly even up to thousands.
Life can be funny sometimes and on that particular day life would pull off a little joke on Ashley. After hearing the man go on and on about how good they were in bed Ashley nagged him towards the door, when suddenly her mother barged in through the front door.
"Mom, what are you doing here," Ashley asked. Ashley's mom was not alone though, David's mom was coincedentally friends with Ashley's mom.
Another woman walked in, David was surprised to see his mother there. "Mom, what are you doing here," he asked too.
Sable grabbed her daughter by the head and kissed her on the forehead, "Oh sweetie, I just came to have some girl talk with my friend... but I didn't know you were friends with her son, wow, how funny is that," Sable exclaimed while giggling.
It was like a play-date, but with sex.
Sable's heart started jumping for her daughter. "Oh please tell me you two are more than friends, imagine that Lindsay, our children getting together," Sable gushed on and on about.
"This is my life," Ashley cried out under her breath.
Sable sat down with the wine and Lindsay, "Come on you two love-birds, join us," she insisted. The two sat by their mother's sides, like two little children.
The sun was loud and bright, orange and deep. It was a beautiful sunset, shining down on the Hamptons.
Candice and the Hamptons King laid side by side, tanning in the backyard, with their sunglasses on and a piƱa colada in each hand. Cody's accusations were getting the best of Candice, she couldn't stop thinking about his comments.
She turned to the Hamptons King and right up asked him, "Do you think I'm using you?" He chuckled, "Why wouldn't you be? I have a mansion, where else can you throw your parties for free and I have every drink available in my place," he replied to her surprise.
But that's how he was, he had his life together and he knew what he wanted, he was the male version of Candice. And they were both playing the play in this game.
"Are you using me," she proceeded to ask. He chuckled again, "Of course, the Hamptons King can easily be replaced, my peak was in the 90s.. but I've managed to keep myself on top of the Hamptons social scale by associating myself with younger hot-shots, many who disappear after only a few summers, and well, this summer you're that hot-shot," he explained to her.
And then suddenly Candice felt more confident. "Well this hot-shot won't be disappearing after only a few summers," Candice let him know. "And cheers to us, for being smart savvy party people!"
He raised his drink up, "To the Hamptons King... and to the Hamptons Queen dare I say," he cheered.
She moved in with him later that week, just to throw her critics off.
The two laid back and they let the sun tan them ever-so gorgeously.
Torrie still couldn't believe a Yankee bought her book. After selling many books, she walked out all amazed, but the Yankee was just about to amaze her even more. Before she could leave, he began walking towards her with a smile.
"What do you say to us walking around the stadium to just talk," Seth suggested. Torrie couldn't turn him down, he was a Yankee for crying out loud.
The two started walking around the stadium, "Hopefully I didn't sound arrogant, like 'Oh I'm a professional athlete, I expect every girl to fall in love'... I just really wanted to talk to you, you're a writer and it's a logical rule that writers have interesting minds," he told her.
Torrie chuckled, "It's fine, believe me," she insisted, "Well, first, tell me about you."
Torrie forgot about those bad reviews because she was freaking talking to a Yankee. This Yankee was very cute and their conversation went so well she forgot about all of her troubles, plus he bought a book and if a Yankee approves... well, that's quite something.
"I'm a guy, who might seem tough on the outside, but I'm actually quite emotional," Seth admitted. Torrie loved the sound of that, a man in touch with his emotions. "What about you, tell me about you and this book of your's," he asked.
"This book covered my love life in the past year, and the critics are calling it 'generic'... I didn't know my life could be 'generic', but I guess a woman looking for love is just considered cliche... now I don't know who I am and I've been thinking about just getting rid of my heart and all of my emotions honestly," she explained to him.
For the first time, she admitted that out loud and she came to a realization. The two continued walking on the grassy stadium, they talked for hours and they even exchanged numbers.
It was the best conversation, and Torrie finally found a new man that would surely give her new chapters for her long story.
Just when Torrie was beginning to doubt her beliefs and desires, this man pulled her out of a possible retirement from the game.
Ashley's play date was going on for far too long now, she was tired and just wanted a juice-box(alcoholic beverage). Sable tried getting the two to flirt, but Ashley turned away to her phone.
"Ashley, dear, get off that damn phone and have a conversation with your good-looking man friend," Sable demanded from her daughter. Ashley rolled her eyes and pulled her towards the kitchen, "Can I talk to you in private mother," Ashley said.
"What's the matter, are you in love with him... please tell me you are," Sable asked, all excited and what not. "No mother, we had sex, through an app and he was terrible in bed," Ashley whispered to her mother.
Sable wanted her daughter to score so badly, but it just wasn't Ashley's season.
Sable shook her head and put her hand over Ashley's mouth. "Shh, they can hear you!" Sable then motioned back to the living room, "You will sit with him and have a conversation, didn't you hear Lindsay, he is a great man... Ashley, dear, you'll never find somebody if you're all picky," Sable advised her.
"No mom, I will continue to be picky because I want to find the right one... he doesn't have to be perfect, but I'm also not gonna settle for less and that man out there isn't the one... trust me, I'm done wasting my time," Ashley explained.
The mother and son could hear from the living room at that point, "He's really a great man," the mother told them. "See, they can hear us," Sable warned Ashley.
"I don't care, I've had better sex with a lesbian! And somehow he actually thought he was good... get him out of my place now," Ashley demanded. Sable had never seen her daughter being so direct, she gasped. "Ashley?"
"I mean it mom, I'm not the same little lonely girl... trust me, I'm right, I know where I'm going, even if I seem lonely in this phase of my life," Ashley insisted.
Sable ran off with her friend and her friend's son.
The next morning in the City, the three girls met for brunch at our same little place.
"I met a Yankee," Torrie exclaimed. Candice clapped for her, "Well see, I told you things would get better," Candice said.
Torrie shrugged, "Well, my book is still getting horrible reviews, but the sales aren't bad thanks to the Yankee," Torrie told them.
"Which one," Ashley asked. "Seth Rollins," Torrie replied.
"Just a little heads up, a professional athlete isn't husband material... trust me," Ashley told her from her own experience of sleeping with a Knicks player. "I don't know, for the first time since I first dated Brock one year ago, I haven't felt this feeling of freshness in my love life... I almost lost my optimism in love, until I chatted with him all night last night," Torrie revealed.
Torrie really did feel right in the game she was playing.
"Well, you do you! Because, that's who you are, you believe and you go all in with your optimistic loving heart," Ashley responded, "But that's not me, I thought therapy was teaching me to really put my walls down and just give people a try... but bullshit, I had to sleep with a guy who is bad in bed... I'm not doing that anymore, and I don't care if I sound like an angry person, I deserve better and I will only bring my walls down when that man does eventually come along," Ashley declared.
Candice clapped for the two, "Well, you can now say that you have a friend who lives in a Hamptons mansion.. now clap for me," Candice told them.
"You said that about your penthouse a decade ago, and believe me, your penthouse has never came up whenever I talk about you to my other friends... not that I have many other friends," Ashley said laughing. Torrie and Candice laughed, then turned to their sub sandwiches.
And then suddenly the girls stayed silent, not wanting to acknowledge my absence. Similar to how I didn't want to acknowledge their's.
"It's so weird not having Michelle here," Ashley finally blurted out. "Yeah, but hey, she's missed a few brunches before... I have too, you have too, not all of us can always make it to brunch," Torrie told her.
"No honey, I think she means just in general. The city feels different without Michelle's presence... I know, there's more than eight million people in this city, but it just feels different," Candice said.
The game was changing for all of us.
Away from the twinkling city and across the Hudson River, in Kearny New Jersey, Michelle found herself in her new little home. It wasn't as small as her apartment in New York, but it felt smaller for some reason. It wasn't an apartment, but a house with a front lawn and a backyard and neighbors who even knew each other's names.
Michelle finally had all of her things in the new place, it took forever, but everything was there. Before unpacking, the two cooked a dinner together. They sat down on the kitchen floor, watching the local news from the living room and feeling the quiet peace of the town take over them.
Afterwards, the married couple started fixing their new place up. It had two rooms and one bathroom, it was a simple one story home.
The rooms were all fairly simple, just plain white walls and a small closet, with a rectangular window looking out into the backyard.
Michelle was so used to having a little black metal fire escape outside of her window, she was so used to the raindrops that would drip from that little black railing. She was also used to always seeing the apartments right across from her. There was one in particular that brought comfort to Michelle- nobody was ever there, a white fake lily stood on a white counter in that lonely apartment and some books were all stacked up by that petite lily, with a little mirror right near it. It was peaceful looking into that apartment and knowing that nothing would ever change.
Anyway, the backyard was also fairly simple. It had yellow grass, which Jack promised he would turn green, and a wooden fence surrounding it, oh and a shed in the corner.
The home wasn't pretty, but it wasn't lonely. Part of the game is learning how to adapt, because nothing ever stays the same.
Special Guest Stars~ Cody Rhodes, David Otunga, Seth Rollins, Sable, 'Hamptons King', and Jack Swagger.
Published On June 29, 2016.
