Post by Emma Danielson on Mar 30, 2013 8:59:18 GMT -6
“So this is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but…well, with a bang. Y’know, I respect that Adam and Kelly want to spend more time with their kids, props to them. It just feels like bull that we get caught in the fallout of all of it. Some people here are set. They’ve got backup plans. I’m one of them. But I can’t help but get thinking about the people who don’t have any other alternatives. And…the more I think about it, the more it grates with me.”
“But there’s nothing I can do. It’s not like I could march down to Dallas and get them to change their mind. The ride’s coming to an end…three years of this insane, wonderful, awful roller-coaster we call NCW. Guess it’s time to break out the proverbial bucket lists, eh? Do what you always wanted to, but haven’t been able to. I know that’s what some people are going to make of this. Me, I’m going to do the same thing I was going to do before the announcement hit: I’m going to deal out a world of hurt to whoever I’m up against.”
“Cynthia Warren…really, nothing I could say could make you look more ridiculous than you already do. Your husband basically treats you as an accessory, you seem to hinge absolutely everything you do on the fact that you were a nurse, you’ve accomplished even less than I have…you’re a walking punchline to a joke that never needed to be told. Frankly, the fact that you’re still sticking around after all this time surprises me. I figured you’d be one of those Charity-esque flashes in the pan: show up, win a match or two, fizzle out. But hey, you’re still here, so credit where credit’s due.”
“That’s…really the only place where credit’s due. Apart from that, you’re basically the same generic insult-hurling catty jackass that this division has had a recurring infestation of. You could surprise me, though. You could surprise everyone and actually turn out to be a fairly dedicated and competent wrestler. Odds against, given that your husband, again, is the only reason that you’re here, but stranger things have happened. Never stop believing, eh?”
“And then there’s Jasmine Barrera. Honestly, I can’t slag you off for the same reasons I was insulting Cynthia. You’ve got heart, you’ve got guts, you’re sticking it out for the long haul…well, what long haul we have left…and you do it no matter the **** that gets flung your way. I can respect that. And I can admit when I’ve been wrong. You showed my ass up. Unfortunately, can’t say the same for your match with Jenny, but then again she did have a bit of an assist there.”
“This match, though…it’s the three of us. And Jasmine, you’re the biggest threat. I can’t afford the kind of arrogance that I’ve been showing. I’ve been talking the talk, but I haven’t been walking the walk. That needs to change. I don’t want to end NCW on this low note I’ve been holding for all these months…hell, it feels like years. I’m ready to go out riding high. I’ve spent so much time BSing and talking myself up over nothing that I’ve forgotten what’s important in that ring. The Queen of Hearts is back…and I only have one thing in mind for my opponents: off with their heads.”
Open on Emma sitting on the bed of her hotel room, sighing and looking over a letter with the official NCW letterhead on it. She turns it over in her hands a few times, shaking her head, and tosses it aside. We can briefly see that it’s a copy of the official announcement of NCW’s closure. Emma stands and walks towards the door to her room, pausing as she walks by a mirror. Emma stops and turns, looking into the mirror. She stares at her reflection, trying to figure out who and what she sees. She’s interrupted by a knock at the door, and Emma walks over to check who it is. She stares through the peephole, and after a few tense seconds she opens the door to reveal Andrew Jacobsen on the other side. Emma looks at him for a few moments, nodding tersely.
”Andrew.”
He nods back to her.
”Emma.”
Another few seconds pass before Andrew looks up and down the hall.
”So…can’t believe it’s finally happening. I still don’t really want to believe, to be honest.”
Emma nods, sighing. She glances back into her room, but seems to reconsider. She turns back to Andrew, some hesitance in her voice.
”Hey Andy…how about we…y’know…go somewhere else. Get a drink or two, catch up…I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, and I know damn sure I do. Plus, it gets real boring talking in hotel rooms all the time.”
Andrew nods immediately, a bit taken aback by the suggestion. Emma grabs her things and steps out of the room, closing it behind her. The door clicks shut, and the two begin walking down the hall together. Andrew asks the first question that comes to mind.
”What prompts the sudden change of heart?”
Emma shrugs, glancing over at her one-time friend as they make their way towards the elevators.
”I don’t know. Somehow, getting the news made me realize that I’ve got a lot of loose ends…and a lot of regrets. The way we fell out’s one of them.”
Andrew nods silently, letting Emma continue. She seems fairly uncomfortable discussing the subject, but she keeps going anyway.
“I know I’m probably not ever going to be able to get things to be the way they were, but I’d like it if we weren’t…I guess pissed off at each other? What I’m trying to say is that I want to bury the hatchet. We don’t have to be friends, but…can we not hate each other?”
They reach the elevators, and Emma stops, turning to look directly at Andrew. Jacobsen stares back at her, thoughts flickering past his eyes. After a few moments he nods, a small smile spreading on his face.
”Yeah. Not hating each other would be nice. Just one thing…I thought you didn’t drink anymore?”
She nods, shrugging, and flashes a smirk at him.
”I wasn’t planning on drinking alcohol. But…thank you. It’s good to get that off my chest.”
Andrew nods, pushing the button to call the elevator. As they wait for the elevator, Emma glances over at Andrew again, fidgeting in place.
”So…how ‘bout that weather?”
Andrew pauses, looking over to her. The two stare at each other for a few moments before suddenly breaking into laughter. Emma shakes her head, laughing, and leans against the wall, an ashamed grin on her face.
”I can’t believe I said that…oh God. I promise that I won’t be NEARLY this inane all night.”
Andrew grins, nodding and trying to control his own laughter.
”I hope not, that’d make for one agonizingly long night.”
The two calm down as the elevator arrives. Emma flashes a smile at Andrew as they walk in, and Andrew can’t help but smile back as the doors close and we fade away.
“But there’s nothing I can do. It’s not like I could march down to Dallas and get them to change their mind. The ride’s coming to an end…three years of this insane, wonderful, awful roller-coaster we call NCW. Guess it’s time to break out the proverbial bucket lists, eh? Do what you always wanted to, but haven’t been able to. I know that’s what some people are going to make of this. Me, I’m going to do the same thing I was going to do before the announcement hit: I’m going to deal out a world of hurt to whoever I’m up against.”
“Cynthia Warren…really, nothing I could say could make you look more ridiculous than you already do. Your husband basically treats you as an accessory, you seem to hinge absolutely everything you do on the fact that you were a nurse, you’ve accomplished even less than I have…you’re a walking punchline to a joke that never needed to be told. Frankly, the fact that you’re still sticking around after all this time surprises me. I figured you’d be one of those Charity-esque flashes in the pan: show up, win a match or two, fizzle out. But hey, you’re still here, so credit where credit’s due.”
“That’s…really the only place where credit’s due. Apart from that, you’re basically the same generic insult-hurling catty jackass that this division has had a recurring infestation of. You could surprise me, though. You could surprise everyone and actually turn out to be a fairly dedicated and competent wrestler. Odds against, given that your husband, again, is the only reason that you’re here, but stranger things have happened. Never stop believing, eh?”
“And then there’s Jasmine Barrera. Honestly, I can’t slag you off for the same reasons I was insulting Cynthia. You’ve got heart, you’ve got guts, you’re sticking it out for the long haul…well, what long haul we have left…and you do it no matter the **** that gets flung your way. I can respect that. And I can admit when I’ve been wrong. You showed my ass up. Unfortunately, can’t say the same for your match with Jenny, but then again she did have a bit of an assist there.”
“This match, though…it’s the three of us. And Jasmine, you’re the biggest threat. I can’t afford the kind of arrogance that I’ve been showing. I’ve been talking the talk, but I haven’t been walking the walk. That needs to change. I don’t want to end NCW on this low note I’ve been holding for all these months…hell, it feels like years. I’m ready to go out riding high. I’ve spent so much time BSing and talking myself up over nothing that I’ve forgotten what’s important in that ring. The Queen of Hearts is back…and I only have one thing in mind for my opponents: off with their heads.”
Open on Emma sitting on the bed of her hotel room, sighing and looking over a letter with the official NCW letterhead on it. She turns it over in her hands a few times, shaking her head, and tosses it aside. We can briefly see that it’s a copy of the official announcement of NCW’s closure. Emma stands and walks towards the door to her room, pausing as she walks by a mirror. Emma stops and turns, looking into the mirror. She stares at her reflection, trying to figure out who and what she sees. She’s interrupted by a knock at the door, and Emma walks over to check who it is. She stares through the peephole, and after a few tense seconds she opens the door to reveal Andrew Jacobsen on the other side. Emma looks at him for a few moments, nodding tersely.
”Andrew.”
He nods back to her.
”Emma.”
Another few seconds pass before Andrew looks up and down the hall.
”So…can’t believe it’s finally happening. I still don’t really want to believe, to be honest.”
Emma nods, sighing. She glances back into her room, but seems to reconsider. She turns back to Andrew, some hesitance in her voice.
”Hey Andy…how about we…y’know…go somewhere else. Get a drink or two, catch up…I know you’ve got a lot on your mind, and I know damn sure I do. Plus, it gets real boring talking in hotel rooms all the time.”
Andrew nods immediately, a bit taken aback by the suggestion. Emma grabs her things and steps out of the room, closing it behind her. The door clicks shut, and the two begin walking down the hall together. Andrew asks the first question that comes to mind.
”What prompts the sudden change of heart?”
Emma shrugs, glancing over at her one-time friend as they make their way towards the elevators.
”I don’t know. Somehow, getting the news made me realize that I’ve got a lot of loose ends…and a lot of regrets. The way we fell out’s one of them.”
Andrew nods silently, letting Emma continue. She seems fairly uncomfortable discussing the subject, but she keeps going anyway.
“I know I’m probably not ever going to be able to get things to be the way they were, but I’d like it if we weren’t…I guess pissed off at each other? What I’m trying to say is that I want to bury the hatchet. We don’t have to be friends, but…can we not hate each other?”
They reach the elevators, and Emma stops, turning to look directly at Andrew. Jacobsen stares back at her, thoughts flickering past his eyes. After a few moments he nods, a small smile spreading on his face.
”Yeah. Not hating each other would be nice. Just one thing…I thought you didn’t drink anymore?”
She nods, shrugging, and flashes a smirk at him.
”I wasn’t planning on drinking alcohol. But…thank you. It’s good to get that off my chest.”
Andrew nods, pushing the button to call the elevator. As they wait for the elevator, Emma glances over at Andrew again, fidgeting in place.
”So…how ‘bout that weather?”
Andrew pauses, looking over to her. The two stare at each other for a few moments before suddenly breaking into laughter. Emma shakes her head, laughing, and leans against the wall, an ashamed grin on her face.
”I can’t believe I said that…oh God. I promise that I won’t be NEARLY this inane all night.”
Andrew grins, nodding and trying to control his own laughter.
”I hope not, that’d make for one agonizingly long night.”
The two calm down as the elevator arrives. Emma flashes a smile at Andrew as they walk in, and Andrew can’t help but smile back as the doors close and we fade away.