Post by Emma English on Jan 28, 2010 14:06:03 GMT -6
Act 1: Betrayal of a partner and a new outlook
The scene opens on a warm sunny morning in Los Angeles. The streets are crowded with the usual traffic, and tourists making their way to the scenic parts of the city. A light wind blows through the palm trees, as the smell of the fresh blooming flowers drifts on the air. The sound of horns honking, music from car stereos could be heard, from the suite at one of the many hotels in the city. The long flowing curtains blew out the open balcony doors that were flung open, to let the fresh air in. As the camera moves into the suite we see Emma pacing the floor with a cell phone in hand. The match hadn’t gone the way Emma thought it would. The tag match went from good to bad in just a matter of minutes, when Danielson and Julietta Lee turned on their partners, and took the fight to the outside on the way up the ramp way to the back, while Zelda and Emma were left in the ring. Emma walks out onto the balcony, and leans on the railing, as the wind gently blows through her hair, and the sun sparkled on her fair skin.
Emma: Once again, you got the upper hand Danielson. I thought we could put our differences aside just for one match, but no, you had to go and muck it up. We could have it won, but no, you had to do something stupid, and get the match called. This time when we meet at Metamorphosis, you will not get off so light. I’m tired of playing nice with you, and will make sure that you don’t get up from the mat this time. An English doesn’t give up when we stand in the face of adversity, or when the chips are down. We stand with our heads held high, and will fight to the end no matter what it takes. There will be blood, and tears shed during this match, but they won’t be mine. I’m going to go all the way and take you down a notch, only to have you look the fool this time. I will not fail, nor will I fall.
Emma just smirks as she pushes a piece of hair that had fallen into face back, as her phone rings. “God Save the Queen” begins to play, as she smiles seeing that it was a call from her parents. She answers it and walks inside to the suite closing the balcony doors behind her.
Emma: Hello?
Mrs. English: Hello dearest. I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I wanted to let you know you’re father and I have been watching, and we are so proud of you for how far you’ve gotten.
Emma: Thank you mumsy. I wouldn’t have gotten this far if daddy hadn’t taught me everything I know.
Mrs. English: Well that and the prayers from the good father.
Emma nods slightly as Dibbler walks into the room. He waves to her and sits on the couch, as Emma sits beside him still on the phone.
Dibbler:(In a whisper)Who is it Emma dear?
Emma: It’s my mother.
Dibbler just nods and smiles slightly, taking out a lap top, and begins to watch “Are You Being Served”. Emma glances over and sighs, watching bits and pieces as she talks with her mother.
Mrs. English: Is Dibbler with you?
Emma: Yes mother.
Mrs. English: Tell him I said hello. Oh by the way Father Ted says hello and is keeping you in his prayers to keep you on the winning streak.
Emma: That’s sweet of him. How is he anyway?
Mrs. English: He’s fine, but he’s in trouble again with the Bishop. Father Jack got out and well… It was pleasant.
Emma sighs and shakes her head, as Dibbler looks over at her, wondering what the matter was.
Dibbler: What is it?
Emma: Father Jack got out again. You know what that means right?
Dibbler: Yes, little children will be running in terror, when he smiles at them. He’s a kindly sort, it’s just he frightens children, and women, and animals…
Mrs. English: Emma are you still there dearest?
Emma: Yes mother. I’m afraid I must go… I have to start planning for my next match against Emma Danielson.
Mrs. English: That’s why I called lovey. You’re father wanted to talk with you before you had your match this weekend.
Emma: Oh… That would be lovely. It’s so nice talking with you mother. Kisses.
Emma smiles softly as she hears her mother handing the phone over to her father.
Mr. English: Hello lovely. We caught your match the other night, and I have to say that Emma Danielson is more trouble then what she’s worth. Why did they make a match like that anyway, when they knew you two didn’t get along?
Emma: I have no clue, but we are facing each other this week at the Pay Per View. It’s more of a grudge match really. This time it ends.
Mr. English: That’s my girl. Show her what you are made of. Don’t stop until she’s passed out on that mat, and you are walking away the winner.
Emma just smiles as she pictures the outcome of the next match. This would be the last time that she would let Danielson get the upper hand in a match. It was her time to shine, and she wasn’t going to let anyone take that away from her.
Emma: Did I tell you it’s for a number one contender spot for the Women’s title?
Mr. English: No you didn’t. This is wonderful news. Take Danielson down, and gain that spot, and don’t let anyone take it away from you.
Emma: I don’t plan on it. The match is going to be mine this time, and Danielson will be left with nothing. She’s not as tough as she looks anyway. The last few times I’ve been in the ring with her, I’ve noticed sloppy openings on her moves, and ways to take full advantage of it.
Mr. English: Good. You remember what I taught you. Use your opponent’s weaknesses to get the upper hand, and take advantage until it’s to late for them to realize what has happened. Your uncle Roddy taught me that.
Emma: I know. How is Roddy anyway?
Mr. English: From the last I heard from him, he’s doing well living in Los Angeles.
Emma just smiles as she looks out the balcony window wondering where in LA he was. She would have to look him up and get a few extra pointers before her match.
Emma: Funny thing that… I’m in LA this week for my match. Do you know where he is?
Mr. English: If I remember correctly he has an estate just outside the city. He always said cities were too impersonal while the suburbs were his cup of tea. Look him up in the pages, I’m sure he’s in there somewhere. I better go, it’s getting late lovely. Kisses.
Emma: Goodbye father. I’ll keep in touch, and see if I can find Roddy in the pages. Love you.
With that Emma hangs up the phone as Europa walks through the suite door, just coming back from the gym.
Europa: What did I miss?
Dibbler: Nothing much. Emma just got off the phone with her parents that’s all.
Emma: Yes, and there is someone I have to see while we’re in town.
Europa: Who?
Emma: One of my father’s old partners. Roddy Rodham.
Europa: You mean the only man to ever snap his opponent’s ankle, before he was banned from the ring?
Emma: Yes that would be him. I want to see if there is anything more that he can teach me for my match against Danielson that’s all.
Dibbler: I don’t know if that’s such a good idea. He’s been known to be a little bit cocky, and to do things that are unethical.
Emma: That’s why I’m going to go and see him. You two can stay here if you like.
Europa: You’re parents hired me to watch you… But I think a little time on your own won’t hurt.
Dibbler: Are you crazy? This city isn’t safe for a young woman such as…
Emma and Europa both look at him, and he sighs knowing the next words he utters could be his last. Emma grabs the phone book from the nightstand, and begins to flip through the pages, only to stop after a few moments. She grabs a piece of paper and writes down the address, before tossing the phone book aside once again. She grabs her handbag as she heads for the door, and looks back at Dibbler and Europa.
Emma: Are you sure you won’t come along?
Dibbler: No, I’m sure. You go on, but please be careful.[/colo]
Europa: Have fun.
Emma: Did you get that rental car for me Dibbler?
Dibbler: It should be waiting for you outside. The doorman said he would handle everything for you.
Emma: Good. I’ll be back soon.
With that Emma walks out the door and down the hall toward the elevator as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: A peaceful Drive
The scene reopens on a quiet road somewhere in the suburb area of LA. The sun was still shinning brightly in the sky, and the sky was a bright blue, with a few white puffed clouds floating silently against the bright blue. The wind still blew through the trees lightly as a little red BMW convertible races down the long road. Inside as the camera pans down we see Emma wearing dark sunglasses, with her long hair blowing in the wind. “The World is Not Enough” by Garbage is playing on the radio, and Emma smiles leaning back slightly in the cushioned black leather seat.
Emma: You know Danielson this song has a ring of truth to it. The world will never be enough, or in my case the Women’s title will never be enough. I want it all, and more, and in order for me to do so, I have to take you down first. You’ve been a thorn in my side since I came into the NCW, but that will soon be rectified. Or in simple terms taken care of… I’m not going to be that easy to take down this time. I’m not going to stop until one of us is on that mat, bloodied, and beaten, and it won’t be me. This is my time to shine, my time to get back at you for what you have done, twice now. I will not let you make a fool out of me again. This time it’ll be you on the mat, looking at the entrance way wondering where you went wrong, and why you’re lying on the mat while I walk away with the number one contenders spot for the Women’s title.
She smirks as she comes to a small look off, and pulls into the empty parking area. She sits up on the seat, looking down at the city of LA, wondering if anyone knew that she was watching them. Her long hair dances in the wind as she pushes it back with a hand, before tying it back with a piece of Union Jack ribbon. The view was beautiful from where she was, and it was peaceful, unlike the crowded, bustling city below.
Emma: It’s a shame that I never got a chance to use the gift my father sent me the last time we were in the ring Danielson. I was going to use it just in case you got out of hand, or if we were losing the match… But low and behold I never got a chance. However this week you might get off so lucky. I’m going to use every move that I have, everything that I was taught to take you down. I’m not going to back down just because you think you’re the Queen of Extreme. Like I told you once before… The Queen is dead; long live the Dutchess. Bring everything you have to the ring Danielson, because you’re going to need every maneuver that you can muster to take me down, but even then, that won’t be enough. I hope you’re ready to face me this time Danielson, because I know I am… Ta.
Emma just laughs slightly, as she slides back into the black leather seat, and turns the car back on. She squeals the tires as she peels out of the parking area, and back onto the windy road that still lay ahead of her. She wondered if Roddy would remember her, since the last time that he had seen her, she was only 13. The windy road continues on for another half an hour revealing more of the untouched countryside of LA, and Emma feels at home as the sound of birds fill the air over the radio in the car. She soon pulls up to a very large estate done in a mix of the Mexican style of architecture, and an old English style. Emma turns off the car, and fixes her hair, before hopping over the door, and heading for the front door as the scene fades to black.