Post by Emma Danielson on Feb 16, 2013 2:35:33 GMT -6
”It’s nice to know that no matter how big my head gets, and no matter how hard I fall, when I hit the bottom I’ve always got Mercedes Vargas to cushion me. So, Mercy. How’s life been treating you on the downward spiral? I mean, you really haven’t done anything of note in a while…you lost that Starlets’ Title match to my newfound associate Jenny Williams, and you made a lot of empty promises. But since when is Mercedes Vargas failing to deliver newsworthy? It really isn’t. No, I’m afraid you’re showing a lot of the consistency I’m striving to avoid. Not doing so hot at it as of yet, but these things take time.”
“Time, however, really isn’t on your side. Look at it this way, Mercy. Your star is cooling. Your peaks were teaming with a woman who I now call my ally and losing to someone who’s not even employed anymore. Me? I just pulled a thorn out of the side of some powerful people, and I did what you couldn’t: I got in the good graces of Mr. Jake Conway. And I didn’t need to fling myself at him, like some desperate gold digger. I just took his hand when he offered it. I was myself, no more and no less, and he appreciated me for that. Because unlike you, I have substance. I have more to myself than my looks. I’m a full person…you’re just a flat image.”
“I’m what you wish you were. Because while we both may have fallen on hard times, I’ve got connections. I know who to talk to in order to get back up. I can cut dead weight when need be. I can adapt…I can evolve. And I’m always open to new things. You? Your best days are behind you. And you stubbornly refuse to believe that you’re doing it wrong. No, you’ve got a winning formula. It just takes another twenty applications to stick. Uh-huh. I’m sure if you keep repeating it, we’ll buy the crap you’re selling.”
“At least I’m making an effort to change. New outlook on life, new attire, new sobriety. Whole new me. Everything about the old Emma was shackling me. I got sick of being kicked in the ribs by life, so I decided to be the one doing the kicking. I stood up. Doesn’t matter if I needed a hand to get there, I got there. And let me tell you…it’s good to have people who really support me in being BETTER. They don’t pat me on the back and give me empty platitudes when I’m suffering. They don’t let me continue to make the same mistakes. They correct me. They make me better. You could use that kind of honest reflection on your life, Mercedes. It’ll do you a world of good.”
“But I could tell you the way to perfect happiness and you’d dismiss me. That’s what you do. That’s what everyone does. They think they have the entirety of how to live life locked down tight. I’m going to tell you now, Mercedes: you don’t know everything. Hell, in comparison to what you should know and could know, we’re all clueless. This is a freakin’ charity act, from me to you. Take a step back. Look at your life. Think about what you’re doing and what you could be doing. And say your prayers. Maybe you’ll get some help from above…He knows you need it.”
We open on Emma in a private gym with NCW National Champion The Ace. Emma’s wearing workout gear, as is Ace. They lock up, and Ace instructs her as he transitions through a series of standing holds.
”So just to recap, even though you probably know the basics already: the primary transition holds are the side headlock, the standing arm wrench, the rear waistlock, and the front facelock. Now, I trust your in-ring competency. Is there anything you wanted me to teach you specifically? Any maneuvers, anything you want to refine?”
She looks back, grinning at her mentor. The Ace smirks back at her, and she speaks to him, almost doe-eyed at the fact that she’s being trained by a living legend. Even after all this time, it seems, the magic has not gone away for Emma.
”Well, uh…I was hoping to expand my move arsenal. I wanted you to teach me the Russian Roulette. Please? I understand if you say no…”
She looks away, almost crestfallen as she does so. The Ace’s eyes light up, but he has to force himself to remain calm. He merely nods, stepping behind her and taking her arms. Ace looks her over silently, trying to force himself to remain focused on the lesson.
”Right, yes. Okay, so you take the left arm, like so…”
He takes her by the hand, gently. She smiles at him, and he smiles back at her, growing bolder and regaining his trademark confidence as he continues through.
”…wrench it, like this…step under as you do so, very important, and position your right leg before their left. Now you take your right hand and place it on the point where their right shoulder meets their neck, like so.”
Ace obliges, and she smiles again, blushing slightly. He winks at her, looking forward once more, speaking confidently.
”And then you just throw yourself forward, dragging them down along with you. Simple, yes?”
Emma nods, smiling as Ace maintains the hold for just a bit longer than he otherwise might. They stare at each other, awkward thoughts flashing in their eyes. They’re interrupted by a cough, however, as Kathleen Conway stands in the doorway of the gym, tapping her foot.
”Are you teaching her a move or making doe eyes at her, Jacob?”
He blinks, caught off guard, and begins to open his mouth in explanation. However, Emma takes advantage of this to stomp on his foot. He releases his grip, and Emma spins to his other side, wrenching his arm and dropping Ace face-first onto the mat with a perfect Russian Roulette. Ace clutches his face as she stands, and Kathy can’t help but be bemused by the situation. Emma looks down at the fallen Conway, a grin on her face as she practically bounces on the soles of her feet.
”Wow, that is simple. Guess I’m picking things up a lot faster than I thought. How about you teach me another one?”
Ace looks up from the floor, holding his nose. Kathy just chuckles, watching the two, and shrugs, leaning against a wall and crossing her arms.
”She’s a quick study, dear. Couldn’t hurt.”
He nods, pride still a bit bruised from the sudden reversal, and stands back up, dusting himself off. He looks to Emma, raising a hand to tease a lock-up with a smirk.
”Alright. Now, we try things full speed. Are you ready, Emma?”
Emma raises a hand in response, dropping into a wrestling stance with a giant grin on her face.
”I was born ready.”
The Ace nods, and they begin slowly circling each other, shooting in for the first lock-up as we fade to black.
“Time, however, really isn’t on your side. Look at it this way, Mercy. Your star is cooling. Your peaks were teaming with a woman who I now call my ally and losing to someone who’s not even employed anymore. Me? I just pulled a thorn out of the side of some powerful people, and I did what you couldn’t: I got in the good graces of Mr. Jake Conway. And I didn’t need to fling myself at him, like some desperate gold digger. I just took his hand when he offered it. I was myself, no more and no less, and he appreciated me for that. Because unlike you, I have substance. I have more to myself than my looks. I’m a full person…you’re just a flat image.”
“I’m what you wish you were. Because while we both may have fallen on hard times, I’ve got connections. I know who to talk to in order to get back up. I can cut dead weight when need be. I can adapt…I can evolve. And I’m always open to new things. You? Your best days are behind you. And you stubbornly refuse to believe that you’re doing it wrong. No, you’ve got a winning formula. It just takes another twenty applications to stick. Uh-huh. I’m sure if you keep repeating it, we’ll buy the crap you’re selling.”
“At least I’m making an effort to change. New outlook on life, new attire, new sobriety. Whole new me. Everything about the old Emma was shackling me. I got sick of being kicked in the ribs by life, so I decided to be the one doing the kicking. I stood up. Doesn’t matter if I needed a hand to get there, I got there. And let me tell you…it’s good to have people who really support me in being BETTER. They don’t pat me on the back and give me empty platitudes when I’m suffering. They don’t let me continue to make the same mistakes. They correct me. They make me better. You could use that kind of honest reflection on your life, Mercedes. It’ll do you a world of good.”
“But I could tell you the way to perfect happiness and you’d dismiss me. That’s what you do. That’s what everyone does. They think they have the entirety of how to live life locked down tight. I’m going to tell you now, Mercedes: you don’t know everything. Hell, in comparison to what you should know and could know, we’re all clueless. This is a freakin’ charity act, from me to you. Take a step back. Look at your life. Think about what you’re doing and what you could be doing. And say your prayers. Maybe you’ll get some help from above…He knows you need it.”
We open on Emma in a private gym with NCW National Champion The Ace. Emma’s wearing workout gear, as is Ace. They lock up, and Ace instructs her as he transitions through a series of standing holds.
”So just to recap, even though you probably know the basics already: the primary transition holds are the side headlock, the standing arm wrench, the rear waistlock, and the front facelock. Now, I trust your in-ring competency. Is there anything you wanted me to teach you specifically? Any maneuvers, anything you want to refine?”
She looks back, grinning at her mentor. The Ace smirks back at her, and she speaks to him, almost doe-eyed at the fact that she’s being trained by a living legend. Even after all this time, it seems, the magic has not gone away for Emma.
”Well, uh…I was hoping to expand my move arsenal. I wanted you to teach me the Russian Roulette. Please? I understand if you say no…”
She looks away, almost crestfallen as she does so. The Ace’s eyes light up, but he has to force himself to remain calm. He merely nods, stepping behind her and taking her arms. Ace looks her over silently, trying to force himself to remain focused on the lesson.
”Right, yes. Okay, so you take the left arm, like so…”
He takes her by the hand, gently. She smiles at him, and he smiles back at her, growing bolder and regaining his trademark confidence as he continues through.
”…wrench it, like this…step under as you do so, very important, and position your right leg before their left. Now you take your right hand and place it on the point where their right shoulder meets their neck, like so.”
Ace obliges, and she smiles again, blushing slightly. He winks at her, looking forward once more, speaking confidently.
”And then you just throw yourself forward, dragging them down along with you. Simple, yes?”
Emma nods, smiling as Ace maintains the hold for just a bit longer than he otherwise might. They stare at each other, awkward thoughts flashing in their eyes. They’re interrupted by a cough, however, as Kathleen Conway stands in the doorway of the gym, tapping her foot.
”Are you teaching her a move or making doe eyes at her, Jacob?”
He blinks, caught off guard, and begins to open his mouth in explanation. However, Emma takes advantage of this to stomp on his foot. He releases his grip, and Emma spins to his other side, wrenching his arm and dropping Ace face-first onto the mat with a perfect Russian Roulette. Ace clutches his face as she stands, and Kathy can’t help but be bemused by the situation. Emma looks down at the fallen Conway, a grin on her face as she practically bounces on the soles of her feet.
”Wow, that is simple. Guess I’m picking things up a lot faster than I thought. How about you teach me another one?”
Ace looks up from the floor, holding his nose. Kathy just chuckles, watching the two, and shrugs, leaning against a wall and crossing her arms.
”She’s a quick study, dear. Couldn’t hurt.”
He nods, pride still a bit bruised from the sudden reversal, and stands back up, dusting himself off. He looks to Emma, raising a hand to tease a lock-up with a smirk.
”Alright. Now, we try things full speed. Are you ready, Emma?”
Emma raises a hand in response, dropping into a wrestling stance with a giant grin on her face.
”I was born ready.”
The Ace nods, and they begin slowly circling each other, shooting in for the first lock-up as we fade to black.