Post by Kathleen Conway on May 3, 2013 16:50:06 GMT -6
April 26th, 2013
9:37 AM
Kathleen Conway hopped up on the MRI machine wearing a loose fitting surgical gown, then one of the radiology nurses injected the back of her right hand with a dye, acknowledging her with the flicker of a smile. For them, this was a regular occurrence, and they approached it with all the clinical coldness that she had come to expect. After a few moments she lay down on the scanner table as the middle aged Chinese head trauma specialist, Dr Chang, looked down at her with a smile.
Over the last five years Kathy had grown about as well acquainted with him as any patient who had annual check ups on the state of a long term injury could be. This was just one of the scans that she had grown accustomed to, and if one could develop a preference to such things, she had decided that she preferred an MRI to a Head CT - sure it took twice as long to get through one session, but at least the radiology staff weren't prone to constantly asking if she was pregnant or expected to be any time soon.
Three years ago her answer had been different and she thanked her stars that Domino had turned out healthy, in fact that was one of those wonderful medical mysteries that had excited Dr Chang, during her pregnancy with her second child, the episodes had seized completely, and neither had an explanation. Kathy had enjoyed the reprieve for what it was and never really questioned it. This wasn't about a temporary reprieve, today was about a permanent recovery. Kathy hoped this was the last scan she ever had to have and that she could put all the darkness behind her and move on with the rest of her life.
Dr Chang: Are you comfortable Mrs Conway?
Kathy nods and offers a small smile as the table begins to move and she enters the tunnel, all the while secretly hoping that there was light at the end of it. Dr Chang kept in touch via the intercom and his voice distracted her from her anxiety and slight claustrophobia as did the thoughts of associating the loud thumps of the scan with the more pleasant memories of several railway journeys she had taken as a child, particularly across Ireland with her grandparents every second Christmas as they alternated between Kansas and Dublin for family visits.
You know Shelly, I didn't think it was possible for me to be any more surprised than I was last week. I won't lie, it brought a huge smile to my face to see your worthless ass planted into the mat by a returning Roxi Johnson. I don't care if she's back for one last A Night To Remember paycheck, Roxi is an original starlet, and she has just as much right to want to be here for NCW's curtain call as any of the returning male stars as far as I'm concerned, and if she wants to put you down to send a message to her real focus, Crystal Williams, just because she can, more power to her. I support the beating of self-righteous, sanctimonious bitches like you and Crystal. Women whose only real recourse to make themselves feel better about themselves is to run down anybody who isn't them or somebody their sucking off.
I didn't always feel that way about you Shelly, there was a time when I could tolerate who you were, but nowadays I have to squint real hard to see the Shelly Taylor I remember, the one who gave me one of my first ever and most competitive tag team matches here in NCW. I saw real promise and talent in you back then, a real desire to prove you belonged here and I could respect that. Then you exchanged rings, vows and seemingly personalities with Alex Jones and the Shelly I respected was buried under mounds of ego and declarations of being so much better than even history has proven you to be inside that ring.
Now I know Zelda likes to say that there are times that I sound like my other half and maybe I do, maybe after five years, he's rubbed off on me even more than I realise, but you Shelly, you seem to take it to a whole other level and not in any way you should be proud of. Believe me there's nothing to be proud of in being Alex Jones with a sexier cleavage and a firmer rear. Call me a worthless skank if you want, criticise me for my romantic choices, tell me how much better Alex is than Jake and how he will prove it at A Night To Remember by closing out the company as NCW World Heavyweight Champion. Go ahead, I know you want to, it's what you do and about the only thing you do well.
We're all looking for our own fairy tale endings at A Night To Remember, myself included, and I know that would be yours, but there are only so many magical moments and downright miracles to go around Shelly and I intend to cash in mine against Zelda on May 19th, sorry. Sucks to be you I guess, but you probably are already well aware of this - you married Alex Jones after all. How exactly does that happen by the way? I mean I know we women have a tendency to upgrade our romantic choices as we mature, hell I've done it myself, but how exactly do you go from a real NCW legend like Angel to someone like Alex Jones who has never conquered the very mountain you'd think he had sat on top of for many years if you listen to him talk as he spits down on men like Andrew Jacobsen and my husband?
Maybe I should be more sympathetic, maybe I should be more understanding of the wars you've supported Alex through, wars against the Knite family, and if you were anybody else, if you didn't have Jones suffixed to the end of your name, maybe I would be, but I've seen who you've become Shelly and I don't like it. I can't stand it in fact, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual with your attitude being what it is these days, so why bother trying to pretend that this will be a clean respectful wrestling contest between two women with so many roots in the business?
I want to pound your face into the canvas repeatedly until you just stop moving and you want to slap me so hard across the face that I start slurring my speech again, we both know what we want to happen Sunday night as we warm up the crowd for Collision, you want to prove you are a Jones through and through and vastly superior to a Conway in every way possible, and I just want to travel the beaten path to my destiny with Zelda, you are a stepping stone at worst, and a platform for my grandest ambition at best Shelly, either way you are beneath me on my journey as it nears its end, and three solitary seconds won't change that, even if by some extraordinary stroke of luck they happen to fall your way at the Trauma pre-show this week.
The world knows who we are Shelly, they know our names.
You're a Jones.
I'm a Conway.
The problem is on the night of May 19th, 2013, of all the known names that have ever passed through this company, only a handful of them will be remembered, and remembered forever. Remembered for the right reasons. The name Conway is already synonymous with so many of the major NCW Championships no matter how much you want to downplay it, and I'm simply looking to add one more to the fold at the final Pay Per View. What will you be doing Shelly, apart from consoling your absolute ass-hat of a husband after he falls at the final hurdle of his grandest ambition as usual, I mean? Who will he blame then if not himself?
Not the Knites, they'll be too busy dealing with a family who present a real challenge.
The world will know The Joneses.
The world will remember the Conways.
And on May 19th, that difference will be the only one that truly matters.
May 3rd, 2013
12:05 PM
The words rang as sweet as they did true as they swam in her head, looking for a place to finally settle, and Kathy still couldn't believe them as she repeated them back to herself verbatim as she had heard them from Dr Chang this morning. She couldn't believe them as she had embraced Emma Danielson with tears of unbrided joy in her eyes outside his office moments after the incredible news. She couldn't believe them even as she left the medical center and got into Emma's battered truck, and even now, being driven home today, the day of her fifth wedding anniversary to the most wonderful man she had ever known, she still couldn't believe it. She just had to repeat them to herself once more, out loud this time in triumph.
Kathy: CONGRATULATIONS MRS CONWAY, YOU'VE MADE A FULL RECOVERY AND THERE ARE NO RESIDUAL SIGNS OF TRAUMA WOOOOOOO!
Emma couldn't help but laugh at Kathy's exclamation. She had never really seen this side of the woman who was still technically her boss, at least for a few more weeks and it certainly gave Emma reason to stop and think that maybe she had been just a little too quick to judge.
Kathy: Do you know what this means? No more episodes! I can have my life back! I can finally be the wife Jake deserves, and the mother I started out to be!
This statement was indeed very telling to Emma who had always considered Kathy personally to be a wonderfully devout wife and mother to Jake and her kids, the fact that a part of Kathy still considered herself to be not good enough spoke volumes about the kinds of personal standards this woman held herself to and prided herself upon.
Emma: If you ask me, nobody disputes what a great wife and mother you are Kathy...
Kathy: Maybe not, but I think I'm finally starting to realise I can be so much more, so much better...and I need to be if I'm to have any chance of beating Zelda in a couple of weeks...
Emma: With all due respect, I don't think you should worry about that today. Today you should be celebrating, in a business where some love affairs don't last five months, you and Jake have made it five years, and I have to admit even I am a little envious of that...
Kathy: You're right. It hasn't been easy, trust me, but here we are, five years down the line and he still looks at me every morning like he's seeing me for the very first time...
Kathy sighs as she smiles.
Kathy: What did I do to be so damn lucky?
Emma: Hey, don't give him all the credit, girl, he's lucky to have you too, make sure he never forgets it.
Kathy and Emma share a laugh.
Kathy: Thanks, Em. For everything. I really mean it, you stepped up and covered my ass with Jake these last two weeks. I hate lying to him, but I really didn't want him to start worrying about my condition again just in case it was bad news.
Emma: Hey, I understand, and I'm happy to help.
Kathy then looks down at the small box on her lap emblazoned with the Rolex logo on its lid that rested on the envelop that contained a copy of her scan results that she had requested to keep just so she knew it was every bit as real and solid as she needed it to be. Kathy pops open the box and looks at the green and golden dial that matched her husband's ring attire, that extra special touch she wanted alongside the engraving on the back.
Kathy: Do you think he'll like it?
Emma: He'll love it. To be honest I'm still a little jealous of those luxury Hawaiian cruise tickets you got this morning,
Kathy: I couldn't believe it myself, but there they were, on the tray alongside my breakfast in bed.
Emma prepares to pull into the expansive Conway drive way but discovers much to her surprise that she cannot. Kathy is still admiring the Rolex and hasn't seen the obstruction.
Emma: Uh Kathy...
Kathy: What?
Emma: I think you need to take a look outside.
Kathy slowly looks up and turns her head to follow Emma's gaze. Her jaw drops as parked in her driveway was a brand new Jaguar XKR-S Convertible in Italian racing red metallic paint and decorated with a big fuschia bow, her favorite color.
Kathy screams in delight as her husband is seductively posed on the hood of the car in his customized light up leather jacket and jeans. She quickly undoes her seat belt before flinging the passenger door open and racing out to greet her husband who hops off and scoops up his wife in a bearhug of an embrace. He twirls her a full three sixty in front of the car before her feet return to the ground again.
Jake: Happy Anniversary Babe!
The couple share a kiss before Kathy presents him with the box in her right hand.
Kathy: Happy Anniversary Honey!
Jake flips open the box and grins as he beholds the Rolex that matches his ring attire.
Jake: I love it! Thank you!
Jake then notices the manila envelope in his wife's left hand.
Jake: What's that?
Kathy then hands it to him.
Kathy: Proof that there is light at the end of even the darkest tunnel...
9:37 AM
Kathleen Conway hopped up on the MRI machine wearing a loose fitting surgical gown, then one of the radiology nurses injected the back of her right hand with a dye, acknowledging her with the flicker of a smile. For them, this was a regular occurrence, and they approached it with all the clinical coldness that she had come to expect. After a few moments she lay down on the scanner table as the middle aged Chinese head trauma specialist, Dr Chang, looked down at her with a smile.
Over the last five years Kathy had grown about as well acquainted with him as any patient who had annual check ups on the state of a long term injury could be. This was just one of the scans that she had grown accustomed to, and if one could develop a preference to such things, she had decided that she preferred an MRI to a Head CT - sure it took twice as long to get through one session, but at least the radiology staff weren't prone to constantly asking if she was pregnant or expected to be any time soon.
Three years ago her answer had been different and she thanked her stars that Domino had turned out healthy, in fact that was one of those wonderful medical mysteries that had excited Dr Chang, during her pregnancy with her second child, the episodes had seized completely, and neither had an explanation. Kathy had enjoyed the reprieve for what it was and never really questioned it. This wasn't about a temporary reprieve, today was about a permanent recovery. Kathy hoped this was the last scan she ever had to have and that she could put all the darkness behind her and move on with the rest of her life.
Dr Chang: Are you comfortable Mrs Conway?
Kathy nods and offers a small smile as the table begins to move and she enters the tunnel, all the while secretly hoping that there was light at the end of it. Dr Chang kept in touch via the intercom and his voice distracted her from her anxiety and slight claustrophobia as did the thoughts of associating the loud thumps of the scan with the more pleasant memories of several railway journeys she had taken as a child, particularly across Ireland with her grandparents every second Christmas as they alternated between Kansas and Dublin for family visits.
You know Shelly, I didn't think it was possible for me to be any more surprised than I was last week. I won't lie, it brought a huge smile to my face to see your worthless ass planted into the mat by a returning Roxi Johnson. I don't care if she's back for one last A Night To Remember paycheck, Roxi is an original starlet, and she has just as much right to want to be here for NCW's curtain call as any of the returning male stars as far as I'm concerned, and if she wants to put you down to send a message to her real focus, Crystal Williams, just because she can, more power to her. I support the beating of self-righteous, sanctimonious bitches like you and Crystal. Women whose only real recourse to make themselves feel better about themselves is to run down anybody who isn't them or somebody their sucking off.
I didn't always feel that way about you Shelly, there was a time when I could tolerate who you were, but nowadays I have to squint real hard to see the Shelly Taylor I remember, the one who gave me one of my first ever and most competitive tag team matches here in NCW. I saw real promise and talent in you back then, a real desire to prove you belonged here and I could respect that. Then you exchanged rings, vows and seemingly personalities with Alex Jones and the Shelly I respected was buried under mounds of ego and declarations of being so much better than even history has proven you to be inside that ring.
Now I know Zelda likes to say that there are times that I sound like my other half and maybe I do, maybe after five years, he's rubbed off on me even more than I realise, but you Shelly, you seem to take it to a whole other level and not in any way you should be proud of. Believe me there's nothing to be proud of in being Alex Jones with a sexier cleavage and a firmer rear. Call me a worthless skank if you want, criticise me for my romantic choices, tell me how much better Alex is than Jake and how he will prove it at A Night To Remember by closing out the company as NCW World Heavyweight Champion. Go ahead, I know you want to, it's what you do and about the only thing you do well.
We're all looking for our own fairy tale endings at A Night To Remember, myself included, and I know that would be yours, but there are only so many magical moments and downright miracles to go around Shelly and I intend to cash in mine against Zelda on May 19th, sorry. Sucks to be you I guess, but you probably are already well aware of this - you married Alex Jones after all. How exactly does that happen by the way? I mean I know we women have a tendency to upgrade our romantic choices as we mature, hell I've done it myself, but how exactly do you go from a real NCW legend like Angel to someone like Alex Jones who has never conquered the very mountain you'd think he had sat on top of for many years if you listen to him talk as he spits down on men like Andrew Jacobsen and my husband?
Maybe I should be more sympathetic, maybe I should be more understanding of the wars you've supported Alex through, wars against the Knite family, and if you were anybody else, if you didn't have Jones suffixed to the end of your name, maybe I would be, but I've seen who you've become Shelly and I don't like it. I can't stand it in fact, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual with your attitude being what it is these days, so why bother trying to pretend that this will be a clean respectful wrestling contest between two women with so many roots in the business?
I want to pound your face into the canvas repeatedly until you just stop moving and you want to slap me so hard across the face that I start slurring my speech again, we both know what we want to happen Sunday night as we warm up the crowd for Collision, you want to prove you are a Jones through and through and vastly superior to a Conway in every way possible, and I just want to travel the beaten path to my destiny with Zelda, you are a stepping stone at worst, and a platform for my grandest ambition at best Shelly, either way you are beneath me on my journey as it nears its end, and three solitary seconds won't change that, even if by some extraordinary stroke of luck they happen to fall your way at the Trauma pre-show this week.
The world knows who we are Shelly, they know our names.
You're a Jones.
I'm a Conway.
The problem is on the night of May 19th, 2013, of all the known names that have ever passed through this company, only a handful of them will be remembered, and remembered forever. Remembered for the right reasons. The name Conway is already synonymous with so many of the major NCW Championships no matter how much you want to downplay it, and I'm simply looking to add one more to the fold at the final Pay Per View. What will you be doing Shelly, apart from consoling your absolute ass-hat of a husband after he falls at the final hurdle of his grandest ambition as usual, I mean? Who will he blame then if not himself?
Not the Knites, they'll be too busy dealing with a family who present a real challenge.
The world will know The Joneses.
The world will remember the Conways.
And on May 19th, that difference will be the only one that truly matters.
May 3rd, 2013
12:05 PM
The words rang as sweet as they did true as they swam in her head, looking for a place to finally settle, and Kathy still couldn't believe them as she repeated them back to herself verbatim as she had heard them from Dr Chang this morning. She couldn't believe them as she had embraced Emma Danielson with tears of unbrided joy in her eyes outside his office moments after the incredible news. She couldn't believe them even as she left the medical center and got into Emma's battered truck, and even now, being driven home today, the day of her fifth wedding anniversary to the most wonderful man she had ever known, she still couldn't believe it. She just had to repeat them to herself once more, out loud this time in triumph.
Kathy: CONGRATULATIONS MRS CONWAY, YOU'VE MADE A FULL RECOVERY AND THERE ARE NO RESIDUAL SIGNS OF TRAUMA WOOOOOOO!
Emma couldn't help but laugh at Kathy's exclamation. She had never really seen this side of the woman who was still technically her boss, at least for a few more weeks and it certainly gave Emma reason to stop and think that maybe she had been just a little too quick to judge.
Kathy: Do you know what this means? No more episodes! I can have my life back! I can finally be the wife Jake deserves, and the mother I started out to be!
This statement was indeed very telling to Emma who had always considered Kathy personally to be a wonderfully devout wife and mother to Jake and her kids, the fact that a part of Kathy still considered herself to be not good enough spoke volumes about the kinds of personal standards this woman held herself to and prided herself upon.
Emma: If you ask me, nobody disputes what a great wife and mother you are Kathy...
Kathy: Maybe not, but I think I'm finally starting to realise I can be so much more, so much better...and I need to be if I'm to have any chance of beating Zelda in a couple of weeks...
Emma: With all due respect, I don't think you should worry about that today. Today you should be celebrating, in a business where some love affairs don't last five months, you and Jake have made it five years, and I have to admit even I am a little envious of that...
Kathy: You're right. It hasn't been easy, trust me, but here we are, five years down the line and he still looks at me every morning like he's seeing me for the very first time...
Kathy sighs as she smiles.
Kathy: What did I do to be so damn lucky?
Emma: Hey, don't give him all the credit, girl, he's lucky to have you too, make sure he never forgets it.
Kathy and Emma share a laugh.
Kathy: Thanks, Em. For everything. I really mean it, you stepped up and covered my ass with Jake these last two weeks. I hate lying to him, but I really didn't want him to start worrying about my condition again just in case it was bad news.
Emma: Hey, I understand, and I'm happy to help.
Kathy then looks down at the small box on her lap emblazoned with the Rolex logo on its lid that rested on the envelop that contained a copy of her scan results that she had requested to keep just so she knew it was every bit as real and solid as she needed it to be. Kathy pops open the box and looks at the green and golden dial that matched her husband's ring attire, that extra special touch she wanted alongside the engraving on the back.
Kathy: Do you think he'll like it?
Emma: He'll love it. To be honest I'm still a little jealous of those luxury Hawaiian cruise tickets you got this morning,
Kathy: I couldn't believe it myself, but there they were, on the tray alongside my breakfast in bed.
Emma prepares to pull into the expansive Conway drive way but discovers much to her surprise that she cannot. Kathy is still admiring the Rolex and hasn't seen the obstruction.
Emma: Uh Kathy...
Kathy: What?
Emma: I think you need to take a look outside.
Kathy slowly looks up and turns her head to follow Emma's gaze. Her jaw drops as parked in her driveway was a brand new Jaguar XKR-S Convertible in Italian racing red metallic paint and decorated with a big fuschia bow, her favorite color.
Kathy screams in delight as her husband is seductively posed on the hood of the car in his customized light up leather jacket and jeans. She quickly undoes her seat belt before flinging the passenger door open and racing out to greet her husband who hops off and scoops up his wife in a bearhug of an embrace. He twirls her a full three sixty in front of the car before her feet return to the ground again.
Jake: Happy Anniversary Babe!
The couple share a kiss before Kathy presents him with the box in her right hand.
Kathy: Happy Anniversary Honey!
Jake flips open the box and grins as he beholds the Rolex that matches his ring attire.
Jake: I love it! Thank you!
Jake then notices the manila envelope in his wife's left hand.
Jake: What's that?
Kathy then hands it to him.
Kathy: Proof that there is light at the end of even the darkest tunnel...