Post by Jasmine Barrera on Mar 16, 2013 3:45:38 GMT -6
Setbacks happen. You don't dwell on them, you just have to keep pushing. In my life, I've seen a lot. Done a lot. Have had many people I care about taken away from me. I've had to adapt and overcome all of it. I stand here a changed woman, for the reasons of the life that I live. It's what I do. It comes with the territory. I've learned to live with it.
They took my boyfriend away. They killed my good friend Nina. They want to break me. They want to kill me.
How does it go? Do unto the man, as he would do onto you? But do it first? This is what the circle wants. They want me to live in fear. They want a war. Well, fine then, let's go to war. But you are on MY coast now. You are unfamiliar territory. You are the visitor, I am the home team. And you will not come in my house and make yourself at home. Not after what you've done to me. For everything that you've done for me, you just as quickly took it all back. And I am still here, and I'm not going down without a fight. You can send who you want, but there is going to be a lot of blood on your hands. You are coming onto my turf, and out here, we do things a little different. I hope your ready, because we are.
Now, onto NCW matters. Emma, Sometimes, I just don't know what to make of you. Here you are, yelling and screaming about how bad you are, when let's face the facts, you have been in people's memories for a long time. They remember all of your failures over and over and over again, not that you picked up a victory two weeks ago and walked into Crossroads and got your big ass handed to you. Nobody cares about how you think you're ready to get back into contention. It's old news, like you.
Seriously Emma, when's the last time you were in contention for anything? besides blowing the Ace? You have joined up with Kathy to get your career back, but let's face it, it's not going to do anything for you. It's just another failed test to see if you still are worth a damn, and there are two things you're worth Emma: Jack and ****. And jack left town a long ass time ago. You've been riding on the back of people better than you, thinking it's going to magically rub off, and make you a serious threat again. But, news flash: it didn't work. It's never worked, if you could stand on your own two feet, then maybe, maybe you'd be able to get back into contention for the Starlet's title.
And guess what Emma, that's exactly what you're going to have to do on Trauma. You have to stand in the ring with me, and compete, and try to win. As for a big and bad as you think you are, this match shouldn't be a problem for you. Is that why you're talking trash like you've already won? The thing is Emma, you know and I know that outside of a tag match, outside of someone better dragging you around, you can't stand on your own two feet and compete. You can't stand up to anyone, anymore. You think this is an audition? Well, sucks for you, since I'm going to use you as a stepping stone and get my shot at Jenny, because I'm going to beat you right in the middle of the ring on Trauma. No two ways about it. You are going to fail, once again, because you are nowhere near as good as you think. What? because you got a win in a tag match where your partner got the win, that that in turn, makes you able to beat me in the ring? Bitch please. All you've done is add more fuel to my fire. And that fire will be used, to put and end to any thoughts you had of winning any match come Saturday. It's going to be a fun time when you're on losing end again, when the truth hits you in the face: You had hit your peak. You can't go any higher than what you are right now. This is the end for you Emma. You want me to learn respect? Then earn it by doing what you say you're going to do, stop screwing around and put yourself into the spot you think you deserve.
But you and I both know you can't.
Trauma is where I beat you, and stake my claim to the Starlet's title match. It's where I come through and get back into the spot I have earned. I get Jenny. Not you. You have a handful of wins here and there, beating people you should, while I have been hard at work, putting together a legit claim to contendership. This is just another picture for the scrapbook for me Emma. Because I know I can defeat you in the ring. I am fully capable to beat anyone in the ring, that includes both you, and Jenny. All it's going to take is one shot. Just one chance to go one on one with the champion and I can win it all. You've had plenty of chances over and over again, and you've almost always come up short. There was a time Emma when you could be considered a threat, but those days are long over. If you need a reminder of that, just watch what happens on Trauma. Watch the match back after it ends, and when my hand if raised after I kick you right in your big fat head, and maybe you'll get the point.
I'm ready to go Emma. Ready to beat you, ready to give everything to be successful on Trauma, ready to get my chance at the biggest title in the history of women's wrestling. The only unanswered question is, are you? Can you really step up to the plate and knock it out of the park? Or, are you once again destined to go drown your sorrows and hit on douche bags in the parking lots of the bars your so frequently go to? Or, are you going to try to find a girl drunk enough to think you're a dude? I have to say it won't take much booze to get them there, so you have that going for you. There's something you can really hang your hat on Emma. But Whatever the choice is, one that won't be for you, is a win. You gotta be ready to die for this Emma, because I AM. I'm ready to take on the world. I got a lot on my plate, and I'm going to eat it, and ask for seconds, you, Emma, are not the main course on Trauma, you're just the appitizer. Just a side dish that I can eat whenever I want. You are just a holdover until I get my shot. Going through you might be what it takes, so when they ring that bell, it's going to be feeding time for me.
And I don't plan on leaving leftovers.
Get ready Emma, it's almost time to eat.
Jazz's New apartment, Los Angeles, CA.
| Jazz sits, counting some money, when one of her workers walks in.
Jazz:
What is it?
Worker:
Senorita, We know they are here now.
Jazz:
What is it?
Worker:
Senorita, We know they are here now.
Jazz cocks an eyebrow and stares at him.
Jazz:
How?
Worker:
We got on, and beat it out of him.
Jazz:
What did he say?
Worker:
He said there's more coming.
Jazz:
How many?
Worker:
He didn't say, buy he said a lot.
Jazz:
...If that's what he wants.
Worker:
Do you want any extra...security or whatever?
Jazz:
No. Just let me know if anything else pops up about them. And if you catch any more of them...
Worker:
Si.
Jazz:
You can go now.
Worker:
Yes, Senorita.
How?
Worker:
We got on, and beat it out of him.
Jazz:
What did he say?
Worker:
He said there's more coming.
Jazz:
How many?
Worker:
He didn't say, buy he said a lot.
Jazz:
...If that's what he wants.
Worker:
Do you want any extra...security or whatever?
Jazz:
No. Just let me know if anything else pops up about them. And if you catch any more of them...
Worker:
Si.
Jazz:
You can go now.
Worker:
Yes, Senorita.
|With that, he leaves. Jazz looks around for a moment, waiting to hear anything outside her door. Finally, there's some footsteps of someone approaching.|
Jazz:
So, you wanna come now...Fine then.
So, you wanna come now...Fine then.
| Jazz readies herself. There a knock at the door. Jazz doesn't answer. Then the person bangs on the door. Jazz catiously opens the door and ...|
Ice:
Oh, ****! Chill!
Oh, ****! Chill!
| She stares at Ice, the man who worked for her in New York. |
Jazz:
Ice?
Ice:
Yeah, it's me.
Jazz:
What...hold on.
Ice?
Ice:
Yeah, it's me.
Jazz:
What...hold on.
| She forcefully pulls Ice into the room, and begins patting him down.|
Ice:
You ain't gotta do all that.
Jazz:
Yeah, I do. Who sent you? How did you find me?
Ice:
You...ain't exactly hiding all well. I just asked around.
Jazz:
Are you still working for Rodney?
Ice:
Nah, I quit. I was working with DJ, but Rodney is obsessed with you.
Jazz:
I know that Ice.
Ice:
Well, I was...I was here to try and work with you again.
Jazz:
You worked FOR me, Ice.
Ice:
True. True.
Jazz:
How do I know you aren't trying to set me up, Ice?
Ice:
I'm not.
Jazz:
How do I know?
Ice:
You checked me, you're people was mad rude to me too. I ain't wearing a wire, and I ain't got no gun. I'm here, because I want this **** to be over. And Rodney has gone crazy. And from what I seen, you have too.
Jazz:
Ice, I can bad things happen to you if you're lying to me.
Ice:
I'm not, I swear.
Jazz:
Then if your going to help me, I need information.
Ice:
Yeah, I can do that.
Jazz:
You are going to prove your loyalty to me then.
Ice:
Yeah, anything.
You ain't gotta do all that.
Jazz:
Yeah, I do. Who sent you? How did you find me?
Ice:
You...ain't exactly hiding all well. I just asked around.
Jazz:
Are you still working for Rodney?
Ice:
Nah, I quit. I was working with DJ, but Rodney is obsessed with you.
Jazz:
I know that Ice.
Ice:
Well, I was...I was here to try and work with you again.
Jazz:
You worked FOR me, Ice.
Ice:
True. True.
Jazz:
How do I know you aren't trying to set me up, Ice?
Ice:
I'm not.
Jazz:
How do I know?
Ice:
You checked me, you're people was mad rude to me too. I ain't wearing a wire, and I ain't got no gun. I'm here, because I want this **** to be over. And Rodney has gone crazy. And from what I seen, you have too.
Jazz:
Ice, I can bad things happen to you if you're lying to me.
Ice:
I'm not, I swear.
Jazz:
Then if your going to help me, I need information.
Ice:
Yeah, I can do that.
Jazz:
You are going to prove your loyalty to me then.
Ice:
Yeah, anything.
| Jazz whistles and another person who works for her appears in the doorway.|
Jazz:
Take him, go find Chico. He knows what I need done.
Take him, go find Chico. He knows what I need done.
| The man motions for Ice to follow him. |
Ice:
What are we about to do?
Jazz:
Don't worry Ice. Chico isn't going to hurt you...unless I tell him to.
Ice:
Ah, c'mon man...
Jazz:
Go!
What are we about to do?
Jazz:
Don't worry Ice. Chico isn't going to hurt you...unless I tell him to.
Ice:
Ah, c'mon man...
Jazz:
Go!
| Ice and the man disappear from sight. Jazz goes back to the window, and smiles to herself a bit. |
In you want peace...you must prepare for war.