Post by Emma Danielson on Jul 5, 2011 23:26:18 GMT -6
Here I am...
It's been five long months...
Five months since I set foot in a nCw ring...
Some said I would never come back...
Don't call it a comeback...
I never went away.[/i]
______________________
The video opens on a lingering shot of a long desert road. The camera slowly pans over to show a pair of jeans and motorcycle boots, leaning against a Harley-Davidson. The shot pans up to show the long-absent Hardcore Hellion, Emma Danielson, leaning against the bike, a vintage nCw Women's Division tanktop on and a cigarette in her hand. She takes a drag from it, closing her eyes before slowly exhaling the smoke. When she speaks, her voice is passionate, but controlled, carefully measured.
“When people hear the word Starlet, they don't think of highly trained athletes who risk life and limb week in and week out. They don't think of people you would respect, appreciate or even acknowledge. No, the word Starlet conjures images of a vacuous and wide-eyed platinum-blonde bimbo. A vapid shell, a not-quite-there mockery of a real person. So to see that label slapped on the division I helped found, the one I helped build with my blood, sweat and tears...hell, I'll admit that the main thing I did was get my ass kicked. But if I could help it, I was always there giving as good as I got. I am no Starlet. I am a WRESTLER.”
She opens her eyes, piercing blue and flashing with her trademark fierceness. Her voice retains its same calm, deadly tone as she stands upright fully, cigarette still in hand.
“Shelly, you have the audacity to claim that I'm not a wrestler? You think I'm just trying to get a cheap **** and find a boyfriend? Congratulations, you're stupider than I thought. I mean, shacking up with that vacuous waste of oxygen called Alex Jones is a pretty clear indicator of deficient mental processes to me. I honestly didn't know who you were until you name-checked your boy. The moment you opened your mouth you just confirmed my suspicions concerning that mass you call a brain.”
She rolls her eyes, smirking to herself and taking another puff.
“I mean, you can't come up with an original insult to save your life. Oh, really, you're going to call me a tranny? Haven't heard that one before. Shelly, you've had FOUR MATCHES here. You've barely begun to cut your teeth on this thing we call professional wrestling. I've been bleeding and sweating for a decade, working to make my dream happen, because I love this business. Bingo halls? VFWs? High school gyms? Been there, done that. I didn't come straight onto the big stage. No, I paid my damn dues. I suffered. And dammit, I'm not going to let some over-produced shallow parody mock me for what I've done.”
Her voice begins to rise a bit as she speaks, the calm facade cracking a bit as she continues to speak.
“Here's the thing. You go on about how you're going to destroy Zelda Knite and take the World Title? News flash: better women than you have tried and failed. You're the latest in a long line of cocky bitches who get one or two wins and think they're a goddess. We've had a woman who thought she really WAS a goddess. Know what happened to her? Got her neck broken with the Reckless Killing. You don't have a TENTH of her ability. You get in the ring with Zelda? You're going to get SLAUGHTERED.”
Emma begins to slowly walk towards the camera as it pulls back. She speaks with lethal intent, each word hitting like a stiff right to the jaw.
“You think I'm not worthy of being a champion? You think I'm not good enough to be called a wrestler? Talk to Ayla. Talk to Sandy. Ask those women you so casually lumped yourself in with if they think I deserved to hold that belt. Ask them if you're really good enough to be Women's Champion. You know what they'll say. You don't want to admit it, because that would bring your carefully crafted illusion of superiority crashing to the ground like a house of cards.”
Danielson stops in the middle of the road, the camera centering on her as the wind begins to pick up, casually flicking her hair about. She pauses, collecting herself, and when she speaks, she's clearly biting back a torrent of anger.
“You want to know why I was gone for five months? You want to know why it took me this long to get back in the ring? Car accident. My doctor's going to **** his pants when he sees this. He'd rather I never set foot in the ring again. But I say to hell with him. This is what I love, this is what I do, and I don't care how much I put my body on the line, I will NEVER give it up. You condescending little ****...you talk about YOUR ring, and YOUR title, and how YOU are the queen. Bitch, I'm the Queen of Extreme for a reason. I earned this crown, and I will whoop your pampered ass to prove it.”
Emma stabs her thumb toward her chest, hand drifting back down to her side. The camera focuses in a bit more on her face as she speaks.
“Shelly, if you were in an accident like mine, you wouldn't even come back to the ring. You'd be too busy mourning your looks, hiding your face because you thought you weren't pretty enough. I've given up trying to fit people's standards of beauty. I'm not in this to be a pageant contestant. I'm an athlete. I'm a wrestler. This is a fight. And I'm ready. I've spent this time recovering. Hitting harder. Getting better. Moving faster. Becoming stronger. It isn't your destiny to be champion, nor is it mine. You have to WORK for that HONOR. To be Women's World Champion—not Starlets Champion, I didn't break myself to have you turn into a bunch of Barbie dolls—is the greatest you can be. That just isn't predestined. It hurts to say this, but Zelda did more for this company than anyone else. You think you can just brush her aside? Welcome to reality. My name is Emma, and I'll be your guide.”
She grins, walking back over to the Harley and slinging her leg over it. She turns the key, bringing the bike roaring to life, and looks back to the camera with that same grin on her face.
“Hold on tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride.”
______________________
This is a message...
For every Starlet in the back...
We are the Women's Division.
We are wrestlers.
And we will never back down.
Welcome to your nightmare.[/i]
It's been five long months...
Five months since I set foot in a nCw ring...
Some said I would never come back...
Don't call it a comeback...
I never went away.[/i]
______________________
The video opens on a lingering shot of a long desert road. The camera slowly pans over to show a pair of jeans and motorcycle boots, leaning against a Harley-Davidson. The shot pans up to show the long-absent Hardcore Hellion, Emma Danielson, leaning against the bike, a vintage nCw Women's Division tanktop on and a cigarette in her hand. She takes a drag from it, closing her eyes before slowly exhaling the smoke. When she speaks, her voice is passionate, but controlled, carefully measured.
“When people hear the word Starlet, they don't think of highly trained athletes who risk life and limb week in and week out. They don't think of people you would respect, appreciate or even acknowledge. No, the word Starlet conjures images of a vacuous and wide-eyed platinum-blonde bimbo. A vapid shell, a not-quite-there mockery of a real person. So to see that label slapped on the division I helped found, the one I helped build with my blood, sweat and tears...hell, I'll admit that the main thing I did was get my ass kicked. But if I could help it, I was always there giving as good as I got. I am no Starlet. I am a WRESTLER.”
She opens her eyes, piercing blue and flashing with her trademark fierceness. Her voice retains its same calm, deadly tone as she stands upright fully, cigarette still in hand.
“Shelly, you have the audacity to claim that I'm not a wrestler? You think I'm just trying to get a cheap **** and find a boyfriend? Congratulations, you're stupider than I thought. I mean, shacking up with that vacuous waste of oxygen called Alex Jones is a pretty clear indicator of deficient mental processes to me. I honestly didn't know who you were until you name-checked your boy. The moment you opened your mouth you just confirmed my suspicions concerning that mass you call a brain.”
She rolls her eyes, smirking to herself and taking another puff.
“I mean, you can't come up with an original insult to save your life. Oh, really, you're going to call me a tranny? Haven't heard that one before. Shelly, you've had FOUR MATCHES here. You've barely begun to cut your teeth on this thing we call professional wrestling. I've been bleeding and sweating for a decade, working to make my dream happen, because I love this business. Bingo halls? VFWs? High school gyms? Been there, done that. I didn't come straight onto the big stage. No, I paid my damn dues. I suffered. And dammit, I'm not going to let some over-produced shallow parody mock me for what I've done.”
Her voice begins to rise a bit as she speaks, the calm facade cracking a bit as she continues to speak.
“Here's the thing. You go on about how you're going to destroy Zelda Knite and take the World Title? News flash: better women than you have tried and failed. You're the latest in a long line of cocky bitches who get one or two wins and think they're a goddess. We've had a woman who thought she really WAS a goddess. Know what happened to her? Got her neck broken with the Reckless Killing. You don't have a TENTH of her ability. You get in the ring with Zelda? You're going to get SLAUGHTERED.”
Emma begins to slowly walk towards the camera as it pulls back. She speaks with lethal intent, each word hitting like a stiff right to the jaw.
“You think I'm not worthy of being a champion? You think I'm not good enough to be called a wrestler? Talk to Ayla. Talk to Sandy. Ask those women you so casually lumped yourself in with if they think I deserved to hold that belt. Ask them if you're really good enough to be Women's Champion. You know what they'll say. You don't want to admit it, because that would bring your carefully crafted illusion of superiority crashing to the ground like a house of cards.”
Danielson stops in the middle of the road, the camera centering on her as the wind begins to pick up, casually flicking her hair about. She pauses, collecting herself, and when she speaks, she's clearly biting back a torrent of anger.
“You want to know why I was gone for five months? You want to know why it took me this long to get back in the ring? Car accident. My doctor's going to **** his pants when he sees this. He'd rather I never set foot in the ring again. But I say to hell with him. This is what I love, this is what I do, and I don't care how much I put my body on the line, I will NEVER give it up. You condescending little ****...you talk about YOUR ring, and YOUR title, and how YOU are the queen. Bitch, I'm the Queen of Extreme for a reason. I earned this crown, and I will whoop your pampered ass to prove it.”
Emma stabs her thumb toward her chest, hand drifting back down to her side. The camera focuses in a bit more on her face as she speaks.
“Shelly, if you were in an accident like mine, you wouldn't even come back to the ring. You'd be too busy mourning your looks, hiding your face because you thought you weren't pretty enough. I've given up trying to fit people's standards of beauty. I'm not in this to be a pageant contestant. I'm an athlete. I'm a wrestler. This is a fight. And I'm ready. I've spent this time recovering. Hitting harder. Getting better. Moving faster. Becoming stronger. It isn't your destiny to be champion, nor is it mine. You have to WORK for that HONOR. To be Women's World Champion—not Starlets Champion, I didn't break myself to have you turn into a bunch of Barbie dolls—is the greatest you can be. That just isn't predestined. It hurts to say this, but Zelda did more for this company than anyone else. You think you can just brush her aside? Welcome to reality. My name is Emma, and I'll be your guide.”
She grins, walking back over to the Harley and slinging her leg over it. She turns the key, bringing the bike roaring to life, and looks back to the camera with that same grin on her face.
“Hold on tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride.”
______________________
This is a message...
For every Starlet in the back...
We are the Women's Division.
We are wrestlers.
And we will never back down.
Welcome to your nightmare.[/i]