Post by Emma Danielson on May 11, 2013 10:59:50 GMT -6
They’ll slap any label on things these days to sell them, eh? Any other week, this would have just been a simple one-on-one match. But not this week, oh no. It’s a special “Former Champions Showcase” this week. What are we showcasing? That we were deemed unworthy to make it onto Collision? That we’ve both seen far better days? Whatever they think we’re supposed to be showcasing, all I know is that this could be my last NCW match ever…and I’m not going out lying down.
I’m going to throw everything I damn well can at you, Shelly. And I don’t give a flying f*** about what cracks you’re going to make about me. Maybe you’ll stick with what’s served everyone else so well over the years and just call me an ogre. Maybe you’ll talk about my lack of a significant other, maybe you’ll mock my relationship with Kathy, maybe you’ll talk about how I haven’t exactly been blessed with an overabundance of success. I don’t give a damn. I’m just here to knock your teeth out and lariat you into next month.
Really, that’s all I’ve ever been about. I’ve never been a particularly gold-laden person, but I’ve taken the chances I get to really cut loose on someone with as much glee as I can. I don’t feel the need to show you any mercy, Shelly. Why would I? You’ve shown consistently that you’re an egocentric bitch whose only concern is reminding the world, just like your husband does, that you’re so much more amazing and talented than everyone else. Well, I suppose that rambling on about your family and how wrestling is “in your blood” counts as a second thing…
Here’s the stone cold truth: it doesn’t matter who your brothers are. It doesn’t matter who your husband is. I don’t give a damn about any of that, because I’m not wrestling them. If I was wrestling Rob Diamond, I might care about him, but right now all I see is a mouthy ****-talker that’s just begging to be silenced. Well, you’re in luck. I just so happen to be inclined to grant that request. Step right up, you’re the lucky woman who gets to be last to ride the Brooklyn Hangover Express. Well, last here.
I refuse to let myself become a caricature for your mocking. I’m so much more than the stereotype I’m painted as. But some part of that stereotype is absolutely true: I’m angry. I’m powerful. And I will have zero hesitation to demonstrate both of those things on your ass. And after you get your neck snapped, you can go home for another two months and think about whether, despite all those comments, this business really is the right one for you. No shame in stepping away. Not everyone has the guts to make it.
Be your own person, Shelly. Look at who you are, where you are, and ask yourself if this is really what you want for your life. There’s so much more that you could do, so many more roads you could walk. The fact that if you chose one of those I would never have to hear you sneering about how superior you supposedly are again is just a fringe benefit. Can’t really blame me for trying, though.
This is it. This is our curtain call. It’s closing time down at the NCW Bar…so let’s order one last round, knock those suckers back, and ride off into the night. Either you’re going to prove me wrong…unlikely…or I’m going to go out reminding the world just why I’m the one and only Hardcore Hellion. Say your prayers…
May 3rd, 2013
We open on Emma sitting in her truck outside the Conway family home. Kathy’s shining new Jaguar parked proudly outside. She looks at the car, sighing, and rests her head on the steering wheel. Jake and Kathy had gone inside, the entire family was busy within the house…nobody was watching. She closes her eyes, and a bittersweet smile spreads across her face as she feels the emotions she worked so hard to repress in front of the Conways surging back to the surface. She manages a chuckle, desperately attempting to bite back any tears that might threaten to come forth. She did have her limits, after all. She whispers quietly, smiling.
”Way to go, you two. You deserve this. Congratulations.”
A knock comes at her window, and she looks up to see Jake Conway standing outside, a bemused expression on his face. It becomes slightly less amused when he sees her look back to him with an expression of sorrow. Emma quickly masks it, clearing her throat, and rolls down the window.
”What is it, Jake?”
He shrugs, glancing back to the house as he replies.
”You’ve been out here for fifteen minutes. I just wondered if something had gone wrong with your truck. After all, it does appear to be fairly old, and while I trust you’d keep it in good condition…well, you can never know.”
Emma nods, grinning slightly as she mentally berates herself for lingering outside for such a long time.
”No, I’m fine. Just taking a bit of time to gather my thoughts, collect myself. It’s a big weekend for all of us, after all.”
Jake nods, smirking. He idly drums his fingers on the window frame of her door, looking over to her.
”Thank you for helping to train Kathy. I know you two haven’t always seen eye-to-eye. It must be quite the effort to…overlook certain aspects of your shared past. I just wanted you to know that we both appreciate it.”
Emma grins back at him, reaching out and lightly slugging Jake in his upper arm. He looks down at where she tapped him, raising an eyebrow as he looks back up at her. She blushes slightly as she realizes her faux pas, nodding.
”Y-yeah, no problem. I want to see her go out with that win. She deserves it after all she’s been through…you two deserve everything you’ve got. A loving marriage, Solitaire and Domino, success, money…you’ve gone through so much and…I didn’t turn away earlier because I was nauseated or anything. I just…I’m not good with the whole emotions thing, and…”
Conway cuts her off with an upraised hand and a smirk. He nods, taking a step back from the vehicle.
”I understand. In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t always express all of my emotions in front of others. In any case, you should be going. You do have a match, after all. Good luck, Emma.”
Emma nods, smiling.
”Same to you two. And Jake? Thanks. Both of you, thank you. You helped me too.”
Conway just acknowledges her with a nod of the head and a grin. Emma looks forward, firing up her truck, and pulls out as we fade to black.
I’m going to throw everything I damn well can at you, Shelly. And I don’t give a flying f*** about what cracks you’re going to make about me. Maybe you’ll stick with what’s served everyone else so well over the years and just call me an ogre. Maybe you’ll talk about my lack of a significant other, maybe you’ll mock my relationship with Kathy, maybe you’ll talk about how I haven’t exactly been blessed with an overabundance of success. I don’t give a damn. I’m just here to knock your teeth out and lariat you into next month.
Really, that’s all I’ve ever been about. I’ve never been a particularly gold-laden person, but I’ve taken the chances I get to really cut loose on someone with as much glee as I can. I don’t feel the need to show you any mercy, Shelly. Why would I? You’ve shown consistently that you’re an egocentric bitch whose only concern is reminding the world, just like your husband does, that you’re so much more amazing and talented than everyone else. Well, I suppose that rambling on about your family and how wrestling is “in your blood” counts as a second thing…
Here’s the stone cold truth: it doesn’t matter who your brothers are. It doesn’t matter who your husband is. I don’t give a damn about any of that, because I’m not wrestling them. If I was wrestling Rob Diamond, I might care about him, but right now all I see is a mouthy ****-talker that’s just begging to be silenced. Well, you’re in luck. I just so happen to be inclined to grant that request. Step right up, you’re the lucky woman who gets to be last to ride the Brooklyn Hangover Express. Well, last here.
I refuse to let myself become a caricature for your mocking. I’m so much more than the stereotype I’m painted as. But some part of that stereotype is absolutely true: I’m angry. I’m powerful. And I will have zero hesitation to demonstrate both of those things on your ass. And after you get your neck snapped, you can go home for another two months and think about whether, despite all those comments, this business really is the right one for you. No shame in stepping away. Not everyone has the guts to make it.
Be your own person, Shelly. Look at who you are, where you are, and ask yourself if this is really what you want for your life. There’s so much more that you could do, so many more roads you could walk. The fact that if you chose one of those I would never have to hear you sneering about how superior you supposedly are again is just a fringe benefit. Can’t really blame me for trying, though.
This is it. This is our curtain call. It’s closing time down at the NCW Bar…so let’s order one last round, knock those suckers back, and ride off into the night. Either you’re going to prove me wrong…unlikely…or I’m going to go out reminding the world just why I’m the one and only Hardcore Hellion. Say your prayers…
May 3rd, 2013
We open on Emma sitting in her truck outside the Conway family home. Kathy’s shining new Jaguar parked proudly outside. She looks at the car, sighing, and rests her head on the steering wheel. Jake and Kathy had gone inside, the entire family was busy within the house…nobody was watching. She closes her eyes, and a bittersweet smile spreads across her face as she feels the emotions she worked so hard to repress in front of the Conways surging back to the surface. She manages a chuckle, desperately attempting to bite back any tears that might threaten to come forth. She did have her limits, after all. She whispers quietly, smiling.
”Way to go, you two. You deserve this. Congratulations.”
A knock comes at her window, and she looks up to see Jake Conway standing outside, a bemused expression on his face. It becomes slightly less amused when he sees her look back to him with an expression of sorrow. Emma quickly masks it, clearing her throat, and rolls down the window.
”What is it, Jake?”
He shrugs, glancing back to the house as he replies.
”You’ve been out here for fifteen minutes. I just wondered if something had gone wrong with your truck. After all, it does appear to be fairly old, and while I trust you’d keep it in good condition…well, you can never know.”
Emma nods, grinning slightly as she mentally berates herself for lingering outside for such a long time.
”No, I’m fine. Just taking a bit of time to gather my thoughts, collect myself. It’s a big weekend for all of us, after all.”
Jake nods, smirking. He idly drums his fingers on the window frame of her door, looking over to her.
”Thank you for helping to train Kathy. I know you two haven’t always seen eye-to-eye. It must be quite the effort to…overlook certain aspects of your shared past. I just wanted you to know that we both appreciate it.”
Emma grins back at him, reaching out and lightly slugging Jake in his upper arm. He looks down at where she tapped him, raising an eyebrow as he looks back up at her. She blushes slightly as she realizes her faux pas, nodding.
”Y-yeah, no problem. I want to see her go out with that win. She deserves it after all she’s been through…you two deserve everything you’ve got. A loving marriage, Solitaire and Domino, success, money…you’ve gone through so much and…I didn’t turn away earlier because I was nauseated or anything. I just…I’m not good with the whole emotions thing, and…”
Conway cuts her off with an upraised hand and a smirk. He nods, taking a step back from the vehicle.
”I understand. In case you couldn’t tell, I don’t always express all of my emotions in front of others. In any case, you should be going. You do have a match, after all. Good luck, Emma.”
Emma nods, smiling.
”Same to you two. And Jake? Thanks. Both of you, thank you. You helped me too.”
Conway just acknowledges her with a nod of the head and a grin. Emma looks forward, firing up her truck, and pulls out as we fade to black.