Post by Kathleen Conway on Jan 8, 2013 10:01:41 GMT -6
06/01/13
Mind Games
Atlanta, Georgia
Mind Games
Atlanta, Georgia
The scene opens in The Ace's office backstage, sometime after his loss of the National Championship, he is sat at his desk and Kathy is sat on top of the desk looking back over her shoulder at her husband.
Kathy: Be honest with me Jake, what was all that about?
Jake: What are you talking about?
Kathy: I'm talking about what happened out there with Callie, was all that really necessary?
Jake: You think I had anything to do with her decision to go out there and plant one right in her big brother's lil' AJ? Why don't you ask her?
Kathy: I'm asking you...
Jake opens his mouth to respond but Callie Jacobsen arrives with Rose Acantha behind her. Callie smiles at Jake, but Kathy scowls at her. Rose steps forward, almost skipping in a most childlike manner.
Rose: Miss Callie said you wanted to see me Mister Jake. What have I done to be summoned to the principal's office this time?
The Ace smiles at Rose from behind his desk.
The Ace: Whilst I'm sure the prospect of seeing you trussed up like a schoolgirl sparks many a juvenile imagination Miss Rose, I wanted to see you because you impressed me last week, you managed to pin little Miss Vargas and I think everybody deserves to see what you two can really do in the ring so next week, I'm booking you to go one on one with Mercedes again. Impress me again and it just might put you in line for even greater things....
Rose opens her mouth to respond but Kathy seems rather preoccupied with the fact that Callie Jacobsen seems to have her head cocked to the side and is smiling rather sweetly at her husband. Kathy hops off the desk and gets right in Callie's face.
Kathy: I don't know what the hell you thought you were doing out there tonight Callie, but if you think your little stunt is going to turn my husband's head, you're wrong!
Callie seems offended by the accusation.
Callie: Excuse me?
Kathy: I'm not an idiot. I see the way you look at him. It's the same way that bitch Emma looks at him...
At this point The Ace gets up from his desk and steps between the ladies. He turns to his wife Kathy first.
The Ace: You need to calm down before you make a fool of yourself...
Kathy: Me? Calm down? She's the one looking at you all moony-eyed...
The Ace: Don't be ridiculous Kathy, I'm sure Callie had her reasons for doing what she did, and she certainly don't have to explain any of what goes on between her brother and herself to you...
Kathy: The hell she doesn't!
Kathy goes to slap Callie but The Ace stops her with a firm grip on her wrist.
The Ace: That's it, if you want to work out some of that agression so badly, you'll get your chance, you've just earned yourself a match next week...against SYDNEY KNIGHT!
The Ace releases Kathy's hand.
Kathy: WHAT? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!
The Ace: The hell I can't...
With that The Ace turns to Callie and leads her out of his office, closing the door behind him as Kathy just stands there staring at the door, fuming, her imagination running wild over the Callie situation. Kathy lets out a small scream of frustration, then turns around to see Rose still stood there.
Kathy: What the hell are you looking at?
Rose just shrugs.
Kathy: Next week, you're in a triple threat match...against Mercedes Vargas and Crystal Williams....now get the hell out of my sight you little tramp!
Rose just shrugs and skips away. As Rose leaves, Kathy realises that she felt so much better now, she smiles to herself, there was a surrogate for all her personal frustrations and her name was Rose Acantha...
I knew this would happen one day. I knew we'd cross paths one day Sydney. Kathleen Conway versus Sydney Knight one on one for the first time ever, and it is a main event, some would say perhaps as it should be. Admittedly I would have hoped that this match would have come out of better personal circumstances this week, but hey, that's life. Life cannot always be a clean cut affair, things happen, problems arise but Sydney, I know that you know that I am every bit the professional Starlet that you are.
This match is just a match, just business for both of us. I initially thought my husband made this match because he wanted to see me lose, that he wanted to teach me some sort of lesson this week by putting me in the ring with the best Starlet that has ever stepped foot in between the ropes of an NCW ring, but after some reflection, I realised that I know my husband better than that. I have more faith in him, just as he does in me. This match is just good business, even if it is borne from a personal issue between my husband and I. We can do something very few people in this business can do, we can segregate business from pleasure. We can remain professional. We can do good business. I realised that Jake actually wants me to win this week, he is testing me, he is providing me with a long overdue opportunity to prove myself against the best of the best of an entire division.
This match is a match between a woman who laid the foundations for women's wrestling within this company, and a woman who ended up defining it and changing it forever, pretty much all by herself. No wonder you are the Ultimate Geek Fantasy Girl. A totally gorgeous geeky gamer girl, you represent something that many people still would insist shouldn't exist, yet does. You are not only the epitome of an entire division, but also the epitome that should never work, but works so well.
Who would have thought being such a button bashing belle, partaking in a hobby most people would associate with being the very antithesis of being a fit and sporty person would actually translate so well into not only into a great female athlete but quite possibly the most dominate female athlete we will ever see in this sport? It defies all reason and logic, it really does. It really is a slap in the face of those Starlets who bust their humps every day in a gym and still don't manage to achieve half of the things you have in your career. It really is remarkable, if ever there was the definition of an anomaly in this business, of somebody who should have never made it in this business, of somebody who had never have gotten over, even with her incredible heritage and wrestling pedigree, it's Sydney Knight.
So many of the other Starlets around here fear you, and the prospect of facing you in a one on one match against you overwhelms them, and nine times out of ten it works. You leave most of your opponents flat on their backs, lamenting your success even as you walk away with a victory against them. The few, those lucky few who have beaten you one on one, sure they'll crow about it as if they had just pimp slapped a wrestling Jesus, but ultimately they can never follow through, they can never make it mean anything, they can never use it like the catalyst it should be, a means to redefine their careers. My former partner is the pinnacle of somebody who has never done anything with the handful of victories she has managed to pull off lately.
Mercedes Vargas was given the opportunity to beat you, and she did. Mercedes Vargas was given the opportunity to beat me, and she did. Both of these victories should have provided her with more than enough rocket fuel to propel herself into space and salsa dance across the surface of the moon, but she still hasn't escaped the gravitational pull of her own mediocrity. By comparison, I've always tried to make the most of every opportunity I've ever gotten and this week will be no different, its just unfortunate that the chances I have gotten to really make an impact here in NCW have been so damned sporadic, even more so since my husband has been head of the Starlets.
I am not above admitting that what I saw you do at Mind Games to Kelly does give me a slight pause, but not enough to start doubting myself. It is well documented that I have never beaten Kelly one on one, just as Jake hasn't beaten Adam one on one, and for a long time now I have thought that if I could get that monkey off my back, it would change everything. That one victory. And maybe it still would. But this week, I am not facing Kelly, I have been given the opportunity to go one better this week.
A match against you, Sydney. As great as a victory over Kelly Knite would be for me personally, I cannot help but wonder just how astronomical a victory against you would be for me this week, imagine what people will say if I manage to add my name to one of the most elite lists in NCW. A one on one victory against you, no shenanigans, no excuses, completely legitimate. Undisputable.
Kathleen Conway defeats Sydney Knight.
If there is something that frightens me this week. If there is something that threatens to overwhelm me going into this match, it is the very idea that I just might surprise you. That I may just beat you, and if I do, the possibilities and the professional doors that would open for me are truly limitless. But I'm not stupid, I know that before I get too far ahead of myself, I have to get ahead of you. I need to prove to myself that you're not the only woman in this company who is capable of transcending her name.
It's time for me to redefine myself.
It's time to redefine what it means to be a Starlet.
It's time for us to redefine an entire division all over again.
A bright light.
"Kat, get down!"
The pull of gravity as I am yanked by the arm and thrown to the ground. A screech of tyres as my cheek kisses the sidewalk, I close my eyes tight, and hear a scream, and a thud, a sudden gush of air as something swerves beside me.
Pain.
Glass shatters.
The side of my head throbs and grows ever more damp. I register my own blood on my hands as I look through squinted eyes, I look straight ahead and force my eyes open as my heart pounds with the memory.
AX. Two letters struck me distinctly from the madness.
The rest was a blur.
I see a blonde man strewn across the street, face down. And for an awful moment I thought it was Jake. Fueled by the adrenalin, I crawled over to the body, only to be struck by another that lay next to him, laying face up, covered in fresh blood. It was Laura Smith.
I heard Jake's voice call out to me, as Caleb is calling an ambulance. Tffany runs over to me and her and Jake help me to my feet. I recall reassuring both of them that I was fine, physically at least. Jake looked over my shoulder, saw his youngest brother laying in the street and screamed his name before leaving me in the care of my baby sister. I watched him hovering over the body of his little brother, helpless, unable to move Jason or himself.
My heart pounds in my ears as the memories of that night resurface this morning as I stare into my morning mug of coffee. Jake wasn't here, he had gone with The Smiths to view the body of their only daughter at the morgue.
Casino and Snowdrop danced around my feet as I sat at the kitchen table staring into my coffee, both cats meowed at me, obviously in hunger and I was feeling too overwhelmed to call Caleb to feed them. Snowdrop jumped up on the table and knocked over my coffee, and in response Casino jumped up into my lap and then onto the table as both cats started licking up the brown liquid...and I snapped.
Kathy screams loudly and sustains it until it and brings Caleb, Tiffany, her parents and Jake's parents all to the kitchen. The cats scatter. Kathy was sat there, frozen in place, shivering, her eyes wide and her complexion pale.
Caleb: Mrs C! Mrs C!
Tiffany: Kay!
Robert: Kathy!
Sylvia: Oh my God, Kathleen, what's wrong with her? Somebody call an ambulance.
Thomas pulls out a cellphone, but Kathy jumps up in response to it and knocks the cellphone out of her father's hands.
Kathy: NO AMBULANCE! NO DOCTORRRRS! JUSSST JAKE! WHERRRE'S JAKE? I hope he'ssss not with Danielssson or Jacobssssen....bitchessssssssss! SSSSStrrrroke.....calm, pppleasssse help.... musssst sssstay calm.....
Caleb: Mrs C....Jake isn't here, but I can call him, would you like that?
Kathy: Yessss....call....call....pleassssse ssssssssstrrrroke, calm, mussst be calm........
Margaret: What does she mean? Is she having a stroke?
Tiffany: I don't know, I've never actually seen her like this.
Sylvia: Jake assured me my baby was over this....he lied to me....
Robert: Oh come now, dear, I'm sure the boy didn't lie to us...
Caleb nervously has this phone jammed to his ear, as he whispers to himself.
Caleb: Come on Mr C....pick up! Pick up! For the love of God, pick up! Come on!