Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Jan 8, 2010 19:46:29 GMT -6
The promo opens on Emma with Carly Robins in front of a Suspense banner. The banner is still kind of dusty from disuse, but Carly smiles bright as ever as she begins the segment.
“Hello there, nCw fans. Carly Robins here with one of the stars of our new Women's Division, Emma Danielson. Emma, your two opponents for Suspense had some harsh words for you. You said you wanted to respond?”
Emma nods, taking the microphone. Notably, she seems to be sober, and looks rather nice for her standards, wearing a plain black low-cut T-shirt and new jeans.
“Thank you, Carly. I'm going to start off with the Canadian Wonder, Ayla St. James. I think drawing on a promo by Will Washington would fit best here. Just because you're Canadian doesn't mean that you can wrench my arm out of its socket with an armbar. I'm Minnesotan, but does that mean I'm like Mr. Perfect? No. I'm myself. Your national heritage means absolutely jack for your wrestling skills. See, I have a secret: I actually did train with some base in technical wrestling. I discovered I had an uncanny aptitude for brawling, yes. But I can still pull out some decent mat tactics if I have to. That nullifies your point about my being an extremist as opposed to you being a wrestler. Yeah, I get down and dirty. But the point is, I can win with or without a weapon. I am a weapon. A walking, trash-talking, ass-kicking machine. As for you going after my looks...”
Emma just shakes her head, laughing.
“Easy there, Barbie. Just 'cause I'm a bit more toned than you, you start throwing out the Joanie Laurer Indictment? That's a bit over the top. Just measure your responses a little more. You don't go hunting with a rocket launcher. On to your next point. I know that not all blondes are 'screw your way to the top' people. I just happen to notice that you tick a few boxes on the checklist. You weren't happy and friendly at all. You were a bitch, plain and simple. I called you out, and you respond by calling me a drunken tart. Classy. You kiss your mother with that mouth, Alanis Morrisuck? For future reference, I happen to know enough French to know when I'm being insulted. Fermez votre bouche, chienne. And again, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Au revoir.”
She waves jauntily, a smirk on her face. Carly stifles a few giggles, taking the opportunity to lead into the next part of the interview segment.
“Okay then. Any words for the Pixelated Princess, Zelda Knite?”
Emma nods again, still bearing a huge grin on her face.
“Yeah. Moving on to her. I'm sorry for coming off deranged. I'll remind you, I was in that painful stage between drunk and hung over, so I didn't exactly have all of my social skills intact. You're calling yourself the 'special edition cartridge'? Let me tell you something: they're only called 'special edition' because the marketing execs know that sheeple will flock to the stores for the miniscule bragging rights of owning it. I've seen piles of so-called 'Special Edition' DVDs in discount bins everywhere. Where I really had to work hard to keep composure was your claim to be able to win without violence. Zelda, sweetheart, this is WRESTLING. The entire sport is based around violence. You've got to know how to fight if you want to win. There's no non-combat, diplomatic solution. No, this entire business is an onslaught of fights. None are avoidable. You definitely want to win every one. And if you win the right ones, you even unlock a special reward. It's called a title belt. There's only a few per game, and every player wants to have one. So that means everyone works their asses off to get it.”
Emma smirks.
“You told me to drop the Amazon act, Zelda. Well, this isn't an act. This is who I am. It'd be like telling you to put down the controller. You'd never do that, because being a gamer is an integral part of your personality. So it is with me and how I dress and act. I drink a lot, yeah. But sometimes, it feels like the alcohol gives me an edge. It's sort of the principle behind drunken boxing. Your movements are weaving and erratic, and they disorient the opponent. I don't need any of that sort of stuff to be a dominant force, but keep that in mind. Sometimes, the characters that seem the most useless or ridiculous turn out to be the ones you can't go without. You know, I could grow to like you. My best friend in high school was a total geek, and you remind me so much of her. Still won't stop me from doing what I do in our match. Just means that I think a working relationship might come about. Think about it. I don't expect you to take this as something huge. It's just an offer.”
She shrugs, looking back to Carly.
“Anything else you want from me?”
Carly shakes her head.
“That should be good. Thanks for approaching us.”
Emma nods again, shaking Carly's hand.
“No prob. Glad to be of service.”
Carly turns to the camera, a big smile on her face as well.
“Alright fans. Tune in to Friday Night Suspense to see the outcome of this Triple Threat, which promises to be a fantastic start to a promising new Women's Division. I'm Carly Robins, this is Emma Danielson. Thanks for watching!”
The interview fades out.
“Hello there, nCw fans. Carly Robins here with one of the stars of our new Women's Division, Emma Danielson. Emma, your two opponents for Suspense had some harsh words for you. You said you wanted to respond?”
Emma nods, taking the microphone. Notably, she seems to be sober, and looks rather nice for her standards, wearing a plain black low-cut T-shirt and new jeans.
“Thank you, Carly. I'm going to start off with the Canadian Wonder, Ayla St. James. I think drawing on a promo by Will Washington would fit best here. Just because you're Canadian doesn't mean that you can wrench my arm out of its socket with an armbar. I'm Minnesotan, but does that mean I'm like Mr. Perfect? No. I'm myself. Your national heritage means absolutely jack for your wrestling skills. See, I have a secret: I actually did train with some base in technical wrestling. I discovered I had an uncanny aptitude for brawling, yes. But I can still pull out some decent mat tactics if I have to. That nullifies your point about my being an extremist as opposed to you being a wrestler. Yeah, I get down and dirty. But the point is, I can win with or without a weapon. I am a weapon. A walking, trash-talking, ass-kicking machine. As for you going after my looks...”
Emma just shakes her head, laughing.
“Easy there, Barbie. Just 'cause I'm a bit more toned than you, you start throwing out the Joanie Laurer Indictment? That's a bit over the top. Just measure your responses a little more. You don't go hunting with a rocket launcher. On to your next point. I know that not all blondes are 'screw your way to the top' people. I just happen to notice that you tick a few boxes on the checklist. You weren't happy and friendly at all. You were a bitch, plain and simple. I called you out, and you respond by calling me a drunken tart. Classy. You kiss your mother with that mouth, Alanis Morrisuck? For future reference, I happen to know enough French to know when I'm being insulted. Fermez votre bouche, chienne. And again, don't let the door hit your ass on the way out. Au revoir.”
She waves jauntily, a smirk on her face. Carly stifles a few giggles, taking the opportunity to lead into the next part of the interview segment.
“Okay then. Any words for the Pixelated Princess, Zelda Knite?”
Emma nods again, still bearing a huge grin on her face.
“Yeah. Moving on to her. I'm sorry for coming off deranged. I'll remind you, I was in that painful stage between drunk and hung over, so I didn't exactly have all of my social skills intact. You're calling yourself the 'special edition cartridge'? Let me tell you something: they're only called 'special edition' because the marketing execs know that sheeple will flock to the stores for the miniscule bragging rights of owning it. I've seen piles of so-called 'Special Edition' DVDs in discount bins everywhere. Where I really had to work hard to keep composure was your claim to be able to win without violence. Zelda, sweetheart, this is WRESTLING. The entire sport is based around violence. You've got to know how to fight if you want to win. There's no non-combat, diplomatic solution. No, this entire business is an onslaught of fights. None are avoidable. You definitely want to win every one. And if you win the right ones, you even unlock a special reward. It's called a title belt. There's only a few per game, and every player wants to have one. So that means everyone works their asses off to get it.”
Emma smirks.
“You told me to drop the Amazon act, Zelda. Well, this isn't an act. This is who I am. It'd be like telling you to put down the controller. You'd never do that, because being a gamer is an integral part of your personality. So it is with me and how I dress and act. I drink a lot, yeah. But sometimes, it feels like the alcohol gives me an edge. It's sort of the principle behind drunken boxing. Your movements are weaving and erratic, and they disorient the opponent. I don't need any of that sort of stuff to be a dominant force, but keep that in mind. Sometimes, the characters that seem the most useless or ridiculous turn out to be the ones you can't go without. You know, I could grow to like you. My best friend in high school was a total geek, and you remind me so much of her. Still won't stop me from doing what I do in our match. Just means that I think a working relationship might come about. Think about it. I don't expect you to take this as something huge. It's just an offer.”
She shrugs, looking back to Carly.
“Anything else you want from me?”
Carly shakes her head.
“That should be good. Thanks for approaching us.”
Emma nods again, shaking Carly's hand.
“No prob. Glad to be of service.”
Carly turns to the camera, a big smile on her face as well.
“Alright fans. Tune in to Friday Night Suspense to see the outcome of this Triple Threat, which promises to be a fantastic start to a promising new Women's Division. I'm Carly Robins, this is Emma Danielson. Thanks for watching!”
The interview fades out.