Post by Kathleen Conway on Dec 6, 2012 2:17:56 GMT -6
The scene opens in Caleb Lockwood's bedroom within the Conway family home, and he is being kept awake by some banging and squeaking noises coming from another room in the house. He pulls the duvet over his head in an effort to drown out the noise.
Caleb: Oh God, not this again! You'd think they both hit a grand slam or something the way they've been going at it!
"YESSSSS! YESSSSSSSSSS! YESSSSS!"
Caleb tried to muffle out the sound of Kathy's orgasmic hisses and moans by wrapping the ends of the pillow around his ears as he tossed to his side. It was at times like this he was reminded just how much Jake and Kathy had been through in their relationship. How she had come through most of her injury from four years ago to make an almost complete recovery.
For the most part it was either a secret the couple never made a point of advertising or they just knew that the rest of the world didn't care about their personal trials and tribulations, either way it was something Caleb was still not particularly used to living with.
Mrs. Conway's mentally sound and competent most of the time, but when she feels really threatened, really afraid, really angry or really...aroused...her speech became slurred and the hissing, growling and purring pop back up. Mr. Conway had grown used to the idea that her mental processing of her emotions may never be 'cured' or return to 'normal', and he seemed perfectly fine and well equipped mentally to deal with it.
He had tried to explain it to me once as "an emotional overload, effectively causing a system crash and a kind of reboot to factory settings, or a default primitive, bestial state in her head." It was all very weird to me personally, but I had to admire their strength in dealing with something I just don't know that I'd ever find the strength to deal with.
"That's what true love is Lockwood, taking the kicks it gives you and presenting your backside for more, never giving up, never walking away and never abandoning the person who you're taking the boots for..."
Sure it was nothing to do with wrestling, like it probably should be from a man I still consider my manager, but it was probably still one of the most sage pieces of advice I've ever gotten in my life from Jake Conway. It's a lot like the advice I remember getting from my dad...what little I remember of him. There's still something distant about him, but...at times, he really reminds me of the older brother I never had. Aloof at times, but I feel like he cares about my future and my well-being. Every time I step through that curtain, I hope my dad's proud of me...and I hope I can make Jake proud too.
As insightful as the advice was, it scared me, especially now. It made me question whether I loved Tiffany, and I mean really loved her like Jake loved Kathy. Was it my love for Tiffany or my selfish desire not to see her get injured so I wouldn't have to deal with it that made me glad that of all the dreams she had yet to fulfill in her heart, stepping in between those ropes wasn't one of them?
I didn't have an answer right now. I wish I did, but then this is...early, really. We haven't even been on a real date yet. We're not sharing a room because she isn't comfortable with it. And...and I get it. I understand. I waited eight months to finally tell her what I felt, and I'm not going to screw it up by getting antsy and jumping the gun now. If she wants to take her time...I'm more than happy to let her do so.
I don't want to blink. I might miss something. [/i][/color]
There are few scents in this world, in this life quite as pungent, or quite as offensive as the foul stench of desperation, and you Mercedes, my former best friend, you reeked of it this past Sunday at Breaking Away. I admit it, I underestimated you. I underestimated just how far you'd go to get the...
Kathy holds up three fingers in succession as she counts.
...one...two...three...over me. In my time I've seen so many things happen between those ropes. I've seen people place their feet on the ropes for leverage, I've seen people pull the tights of their opponent for the roll-up pin, these things in themselves are fairly mundane and cheap routes to victory, nothing spectacular. But what you pulled off last Sunday was something quite spectacular, and no I don't mean my wrestling tights, I mean that not only did you use the ropes to your advantage, but you also pulled the tights...
Just how desperate were you to claw out that "W" against me, huh Vargas?
If I were to guess I'd say you were even more desperate to pull off the win than you were trying to get into my husband's pants and that really is saying something. I hope it was all worth it. I hope you can make this victory actually count and mean something in the grand scheme of things or mine wont be the only ass that gets exposed.
Now the world is wondering if I'm just going to take the loss and move on with my life or whether I'm actually going to fellate my husband into giving me another shot at you, but the fact is that firstly I'm not Megan Kane or Amy Marshall, I don't need to ride board members to get what I want, secondly I'm not in the habit of nursing grudges, and thirdly and perhaps most importantly, I don't need to beat you Vargas, not when I've already retained what we were fighting for and is most precious to me. Not when you've done such a fantastic job all by yourself of proving to the world that no matter how many victories you cheat me out of, you'll never have what it takes to defeat me. You'll never take it all away from me Vargas. You can cheat me out of so many incosequential things, but you'll never cheat me out of love - so who really lost out here?
So Vargas whilst you continue to stutter and stammer and tell the whole world "Buh-buh-buh I buh-buh-buh-eat Kuh-Kuh-Kuh-athleen", I shall do what you ultimately will fail to do from this point...
Move on.
The morning after the Breaking Away pay-per-view had brought with it a day of mixed fortunes. Part of me was mourning, not only the loss of an important match to me personally, but also the friendship of a woman who I had considered a part of my family for over a year now.
As the day went on, and as Monday inevitably gave way to Tuesday however, I was reminded of just who my real family were. On Monday it was my younger sister Tiffany's thirty-second birthday and she had joked all day about how she had already got her real present in the form of one devastatingly handsome Caleb Lockwood. I had not seen her this happy in just over six years.
Tuesday was finally Christmas decoration day, as all of my family took time out to finally decorate our wonderful Las Vegas home in so much hanging tinsel and Christmas lights both inside and outside the house that it caught Solitaire in particular a little off guard.
"Wow. I bet you can see our house from the moon!"
Everything was from or to the moon with her at the moment as an expression of some great unimaginable distance. It really was adorable...
"No, just the North Pole."
Solitaire giggled and the sound alone filled my heart with joy, it truly were the little things that were worth living for these days. I remember spending some Christmases in Ireland with my Grandmother and my mother's side of the family as a child. I had some Irish blood in me just as Jake had some Scottish blood in him by virtue of his Grandfather on his father's side of the family.
We often joked amongst ourselves that that's what made us both so passionate and expressive in our thoughts and opinions and emotions, and really what better business was there than professional wrestling in which to really exploit those traits in each of us?
This week I get to face somebody who actually respects me, and what I can do in that ring, and after what I've just been through, believe me it feels like such a novelty these days. Freya Davis - a woman, who much like my husband Jake, got exactly what she deserved at Breaking Away - a second chance - and just like Jake, she made this one really count...
Congratulations.
I knew you could do it, and no that isn't just me blowing smoke up your ass Freya, I knew you could do it because I've seen you change, I've watched you grow and develop into a legitimate competitor over the last few months. You've proven yourself by winning the Road To The Gold and now finally the Starlets Wotld Championship. I personally cannot help but crack a little smile at the irony that only by shedding your family name have you finally lived up to the pedigree of your rather convoluted bloodline.
The love of a good man, does that Freya.
I know that better than anybody, but I don't need to tell you that, you know it too. To be honest with you Freya, I feel a little out of my league this week going up against a golden power couple like you and Dexter, I feel a bit overwhelmed and intimidated by the fact that I'm the only one in this match who doesn't hold any gold.
You promised change and you actually brought it, you told Jenny Williams point blank that you were the change last week and you went out there and you proved it. I have to respect that. I have to admire that.
I was just as surprised as you were Freya when I heard the match Jake had set up for us, but I was hardly going to turn it down - a chance to mix it up with the new Starlets Champion and a chance to team up with the love of my life - sign me up! We may not be as fortunate as you to be professionally undefeated, but on a personal level, nothing has beaten us and that to me is just as, if not even more important. Some might say I was given this spot in the Trauma main event in a match against the Starlets Champion as a pandering move by my husband - just another excuse to stick it to Vargas - who inspite of her victory over me - finds herself stuck in the midcard, and if that is true, then I really can't fault my baby for trying to cheer me up.
He knows I should have won, he knows I had Vargas beat, and he has purposely kept me out of the title scene for fear of yet more unfair accusations against him, but we both agree that a good showing by me against you this week Freya would mean that not even Kelly Knite could deny that I will have earned my shot at you. Like you said, this is an excellent opportunity for me, and if there's one word that sparks fire in my blood like no other these days, it's...
Opportunity.
Caleb: Oh God, not this again! You'd think they both hit a grand slam or something the way they've been going at it!
"YESSSSS! YESSSSSSSSSS! YESSSSS!"
Caleb tried to muffle out the sound of Kathy's orgasmic hisses and moans by wrapping the ends of the pillow around his ears as he tossed to his side. It was at times like this he was reminded just how much Jake and Kathy had been through in their relationship. How she had come through most of her injury from four years ago to make an almost complete recovery.
For the most part it was either a secret the couple never made a point of advertising or they just knew that the rest of the world didn't care about their personal trials and tribulations, either way it was something Caleb was still not particularly used to living with.
Mrs. Conway's mentally sound and competent most of the time, but when she feels really threatened, really afraid, really angry or really...aroused...her speech became slurred and the hissing, growling and purring pop back up. Mr. Conway had grown used to the idea that her mental processing of her emotions may never be 'cured' or return to 'normal', and he seemed perfectly fine and well equipped mentally to deal with it.
He had tried to explain it to me once as "an emotional overload, effectively causing a system crash and a kind of reboot to factory settings, or a default primitive, bestial state in her head." It was all very weird to me personally, but I had to admire their strength in dealing with something I just don't know that I'd ever find the strength to deal with.
"That's what true love is Lockwood, taking the kicks it gives you and presenting your backside for more, never giving up, never walking away and never abandoning the person who you're taking the boots for..."
Sure it was nothing to do with wrestling, like it probably should be from a man I still consider my manager, but it was probably still one of the most sage pieces of advice I've ever gotten in my life from Jake Conway. It's a lot like the advice I remember getting from my dad...what little I remember of him. There's still something distant about him, but...at times, he really reminds me of the older brother I never had. Aloof at times, but I feel like he cares about my future and my well-being. Every time I step through that curtain, I hope my dad's proud of me...and I hope I can make Jake proud too.
As insightful as the advice was, it scared me, especially now. It made me question whether I loved Tiffany, and I mean really loved her like Jake loved Kathy. Was it my love for Tiffany or my selfish desire not to see her get injured so I wouldn't have to deal with it that made me glad that of all the dreams she had yet to fulfill in her heart, stepping in between those ropes wasn't one of them?
I didn't have an answer right now. I wish I did, but then this is...early, really. We haven't even been on a real date yet. We're not sharing a room because she isn't comfortable with it. And...and I get it. I understand. I waited eight months to finally tell her what I felt, and I'm not going to screw it up by getting antsy and jumping the gun now. If she wants to take her time...I'm more than happy to let her do so.
I don't want to blink. I might miss something. [/i][/color]
There are few scents in this world, in this life quite as pungent, or quite as offensive as the foul stench of desperation, and you Mercedes, my former best friend, you reeked of it this past Sunday at Breaking Away. I admit it, I underestimated you. I underestimated just how far you'd go to get the...
Kathy holds up three fingers in succession as she counts.
...one...two...three...over me. In my time I've seen so many things happen between those ropes. I've seen people place their feet on the ropes for leverage, I've seen people pull the tights of their opponent for the roll-up pin, these things in themselves are fairly mundane and cheap routes to victory, nothing spectacular. But what you pulled off last Sunday was something quite spectacular, and no I don't mean my wrestling tights, I mean that not only did you use the ropes to your advantage, but you also pulled the tights...
Just how desperate were you to claw out that "W" against me, huh Vargas?
If I were to guess I'd say you were even more desperate to pull off the win than you were trying to get into my husband's pants and that really is saying something. I hope it was all worth it. I hope you can make this victory actually count and mean something in the grand scheme of things or mine wont be the only ass that gets exposed.
Now the world is wondering if I'm just going to take the loss and move on with my life or whether I'm actually going to fellate my husband into giving me another shot at you, but the fact is that firstly I'm not Megan Kane or Amy Marshall, I don't need to ride board members to get what I want, secondly I'm not in the habit of nursing grudges, and thirdly and perhaps most importantly, I don't need to beat you Vargas, not when I've already retained what we were fighting for and is most precious to me. Not when you've done such a fantastic job all by yourself of proving to the world that no matter how many victories you cheat me out of, you'll never have what it takes to defeat me. You'll never take it all away from me Vargas. You can cheat me out of so many incosequential things, but you'll never cheat me out of love - so who really lost out here?
So Vargas whilst you continue to stutter and stammer and tell the whole world "Buh-buh-buh I buh-buh-buh-eat Kuh-Kuh-Kuh-athleen", I shall do what you ultimately will fail to do from this point...
Move on.
The morning after the Breaking Away pay-per-view had brought with it a day of mixed fortunes. Part of me was mourning, not only the loss of an important match to me personally, but also the friendship of a woman who I had considered a part of my family for over a year now.
As the day went on, and as Monday inevitably gave way to Tuesday however, I was reminded of just who my real family were. On Monday it was my younger sister Tiffany's thirty-second birthday and she had joked all day about how she had already got her real present in the form of one devastatingly handsome Caleb Lockwood. I had not seen her this happy in just over six years.
Tuesday was finally Christmas decoration day, as all of my family took time out to finally decorate our wonderful Las Vegas home in so much hanging tinsel and Christmas lights both inside and outside the house that it caught Solitaire in particular a little off guard.
"Wow. I bet you can see our house from the moon!"
Everything was from or to the moon with her at the moment as an expression of some great unimaginable distance. It really was adorable...
"No, just the North Pole."
Solitaire giggled and the sound alone filled my heart with joy, it truly were the little things that were worth living for these days. I remember spending some Christmases in Ireland with my Grandmother and my mother's side of the family as a child. I had some Irish blood in me just as Jake had some Scottish blood in him by virtue of his Grandfather on his father's side of the family.
We often joked amongst ourselves that that's what made us both so passionate and expressive in our thoughts and opinions and emotions, and really what better business was there than professional wrestling in which to really exploit those traits in each of us?
This week I get to face somebody who actually respects me, and what I can do in that ring, and after what I've just been through, believe me it feels like such a novelty these days. Freya Davis - a woman, who much like my husband Jake, got exactly what she deserved at Breaking Away - a second chance - and just like Jake, she made this one really count...
Congratulations.
I knew you could do it, and no that isn't just me blowing smoke up your ass Freya, I knew you could do it because I've seen you change, I've watched you grow and develop into a legitimate competitor over the last few months. You've proven yourself by winning the Road To The Gold and now finally the Starlets Wotld Championship. I personally cannot help but crack a little smile at the irony that only by shedding your family name have you finally lived up to the pedigree of your rather convoluted bloodline.
The love of a good man, does that Freya.
I know that better than anybody, but I don't need to tell you that, you know it too. To be honest with you Freya, I feel a little out of my league this week going up against a golden power couple like you and Dexter, I feel a bit overwhelmed and intimidated by the fact that I'm the only one in this match who doesn't hold any gold.
You promised change and you actually brought it, you told Jenny Williams point blank that you were the change last week and you went out there and you proved it. I have to respect that. I have to admire that.
I was just as surprised as you were Freya when I heard the match Jake had set up for us, but I was hardly going to turn it down - a chance to mix it up with the new Starlets Champion and a chance to team up with the love of my life - sign me up! We may not be as fortunate as you to be professionally undefeated, but on a personal level, nothing has beaten us and that to me is just as, if not even more important. Some might say I was given this spot in the Trauma main event in a match against the Starlets Champion as a pandering move by my husband - just another excuse to stick it to Vargas - who inspite of her victory over me - finds herself stuck in the midcard, and if that is true, then I really can't fault my baby for trying to cheer me up.
He knows I should have won, he knows I had Vargas beat, and he has purposely kept me out of the title scene for fear of yet more unfair accusations against him, but we both agree that a good showing by me against you this week Freya would mean that not even Kelly Knite could deny that I will have earned my shot at you. Like you said, this is an excellent opportunity for me, and if there's one word that sparks fire in my blood like no other these days, it's...
Opportunity.