Post by Kathleen Conway on Nov 7, 2012 21:03:06 GMT -6
After Collision
11/04/12
11/04/12
The scene opens with Kathleen Conway in the arena parking lot, dressed in a simple white blouse with a couple of her top buttons undone and a grey skirt that cuts off just above the knee, she is looking at herself in the passenger wing mirror of her husband's brand new Aston Martin Vantage V12. She brushes her hair with one hand.
"Vanity thy name is Kathleen Conway."
Kathy suddenly straightens up and turns around to see Emma Danielson stood there, arms folded across her chest looking decidedly unimpressed with the personal assistant to the Head of the Starlets.
Kathy: There's nothing wrong with taking pride in one's appearance, granted some of us have a harder time than others maintaining it...
Emma: Something tells me you're not as meek as you first appear, somewhere deep down inside is a spiteful little bitch, the only thing I'm unsure about is whether she's always been there or whether your husband's newfound sense of power and authority has simply brought the high strung little lapdog out to play, strutting around with your tail in the air as if you're entitled to something...
Kathy raises an eyebrow at Emma.
Kathy: Well, you know what they say, Em. Appearances can be deceptive. Now if you have a point to make, I suggest you either get to it, or get out of my face because I really don't have time to listen to you ramble...
Emma: Alright, fine, you want me to get to the point, here it is. How long do you think Kelly and Adam are going to stand for your husband being Head of the Starlets and just firing anybody who smacks you around a little?
Kathy: I'm not sure I understand what it is you're getting at...
Emma: I'm talking about Ayla St. James. I just heard she's been fired, something about misconduct in the ring....
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: Fired is such an ugly word, I prefer the term "future endeavoured." As far as I'm concerned, Ayla had no right to strike me after I wasn't the legal person in our match, it just so happens that Jake agreed with me and did everything in his power to set things right.
Emma: That's just about the biggest load of bull I've ever heard...firing Alysson was bad enough, now Ayla, you can't just get rid of my best friends...
Kathy: What do you want me to say? Sorry? Pick better friends next time...
The anger is growing on Emma's face and Kathy knows it, and in all her self-righteous smugness, she delights in every moment of it.
Kathy: Temper, temper. See I knew therapy was a good idea for you. Even Jake was a little hesitant about it, until I...convinced him...
Emma opens her mouth to say something, but is interrupted.
"I could get used to this every week."
Emma turns her head to see a smartly dressed Jake Conway approach, adjusting his turquoise tie as he does so. Kathy steps away from leaning on the Aston and greets him with a kiss on the lips as Emma rolls her eyes.
The Ace then turns to Emma.
The Ace: Emma, I have some good news for you...
Emma: You're rehiring Alysson and Ayla?
The Ace: No, but I am giving you the next week off...you deserve it.
Emma looks less than enthused.
Emma: Oh joy...
The way my husband handles the Starlets Division, the way he books me, some of you act like he's always doing me favors, playing favorites, and if you think that, then tell me why is he always booking me in matches where the odds are against me? Last week I had to team with a woman who is trying to steal my husband out from under my very nose simply because she hasn't fully gotten over the fact that I put her on the shelf once, against the second coming of BWA, and this week I have to team with her again against two of the most accomplished Starlets of 2012. Where exactly is the favoritism in that? There is none. What there is is a sense of good business and a desire to see two best friends try and get back on the same page. I respect what my husband is trying to do, I'm just doubtful whether it'll work ultimately, that's a question for Mercy's wounded pride to answer, really. You know there are some of you, my coworkers in the back I mean, who insist on painting me as the bad guy here all because my husband is doing the one thing nobody else in his position had the balls to do. Jake is shaking up the Starlets Division, cutting away the expendable appendages until all that are left are those worthy of competing in the greatest female division in the wrestling world. In short he is doing what both incarnations of BWA promised to do but neither ever fully delivered upon, and now some people blame me because BWA have fallen under their own wagon.
That's fine, I'm all too well aware of this business and its incessant need for scapegoats, somebody, somewhere is always looking for somebody else to blame in this business and if I have to be the donkey you all pin that tail on, then don't be too surprised when this donkey ends up mule kicking you in the gut.
Speaking of feeling like a kick to the gut, Freya, you hurt me. After all the respect we've shown each other both in and out of that ring, I expected so much more from you than a ramble about so many inconsequential things. I mean honestly who cares about why Vargas and I named ourselves Opportunity, or why I named my first born Solitaire, or even why you regard this match suddenly as the union of two supposedly great families, when just a few weeks prior you had your heart set on going full circle and ending what you started with Jennifer Williams?
I really don't care if you consider yourself her new best friend all of a sudden or if she's stupid enough to believe you, but the worst thing you can do at this point Freya is to treat me like a fool who will suddenly forget just how insistently and passionately you ran through the Road To The Gold - myself and Vargas included - just to get your shot at Jenny. I saw the fire first hand in your eyes, I was burned by it, and now just because you failed to complete your mission, to fulfill your dreams and to capture what you sought all last month, you want to call a truce and present some sort of united front against Vargas and I.
Sorry honey, but I'm just not buying it.
Perhaps the reason you're so desperate to appear on the same page as a woman who clearly is your superior in the ring is because you see Vargas and I as divided - and maybe we are, but at least I admit it. I'm not about to forget the slap Mercy laid on me last week, how she set me up to take eat a move from Ayla, I'm not about to pretend we're in the same place we were when we first united, because clearly we're not, once this team was all about taking our own opportunities out there, now I see Mercy's ego is all about waiting for her own and in taking her own, she offers you and Jenny your own.
Mercy thinks in such small terms, that's always been her problem, everything in her mind is limited to the short term, to instant gratification, that's why she couldn't quite make it to the end of the Road To The Gold despite her best efforts - I tried to warn her it wouldn't be as simple as she thought, but she didn't listen - and now she's stuck on some pathetic quest to try and win my husband's heart through twirling her hair, batting her eyelids and wiggling her hips at him - and once again she doesn't understand that its just not that simple...
She could not win a trophy of tin, so how can she possibly expect to win a heart of gold? Now you might be thinking that its not very smart of me to run down my own partner this week, and you'd be right if I still had a reason to trust her, but after what happened on Trauma last week, I don't. I know now that Mercy V will only watch my back for as long as it takes her to figure out the perfect place in which to stick the knife. As far as I'm concerned, I'm going out there alone, and I'm taking one hell of a risk going against a woman who has had a vice grip on the Starlets World Championship since July and the 2012 Starlets Road To The Gold Winner. There's absolutely no way either Mercy or I could downplay those accomplishments as anything other than damn impressive even if we were completely on the same page for this match.
On paper, the better tag team combination seems obvious, the only real incentive I have for going into this match with Mercy on my back, assuming she doesn't break it, is the slim hope that a victory this Saturday night might put me right back in the hunt for the division's one and only remaining honor. Being a World Champion is not something I've done, hell its not even something I particularly strive for...at least not until the....opportunity presents itself. The few chances I have had, I've earned and you better believe I'm prepared to earn them all over again if I have to...
The scene opens on Tiffany and Kathy, having a sisterly heart to heart, we pick up mid conversation.
Tiffany: I've just never had anyone open up to me like that before...especially a man, Mike never did, nor did Jake, all men have ever really wanted from me is sex...that's what I thought Caleb was all about...until last week. I saw something in his eyes, heards something in his voice as he made himself vunerable for the first time around me....it was, well...flattering...
Kathy raises an eyebrow at her sister.
Kathy: Oh my God, you're falling for him, aren't you?
Tiffany: What? No! Well....maybe a little...
Tiffany has a glint of shame at the admission in her eyes as she smirks. Kathy laughs.
Kathy: Wait till I tell Jake!
Tiffany: As long as you don't tell Caleb...
Kathy: Playing hard to get?
Tiffany: What can I say? I like a man to come and catch me before I fall...
Kathy: Something tells me you'll be waiting a while, sis...