Post by Emma English on Jan 29, 2010 20:52:14 GMT -6
Act 1: A Visit with an Aussie
The scene opens on the front door of the massive estate of a friend of the English family Roddy Rodham, where we find Emma waiting for someone to answer the door. She rings the bell once more and sighs wondering if she had come at a time when he wasn't at home. The door soon opens and there stands a rather tall man, with dark brown spiked hair, with dark eyes. He smiles at her, and leans against the door frame of the house.
Roddy: Well what do we have here? Whoever sent you really shouldn't ave. I'm very busy, and...
Emma: Actually I came here on my own. You know my father.
Roddy: Is that so? Who's your father then?
Emma: Edmund English. I'm not surprised you don't remember me. The last time you saw me I was only 13, and in pigtails.
He just laughs slightly, and hugs Emma. She smiles softly as he lets her go, and leads her inside the massive estate. It was done with the typical Aussie flare of stuffed animals hanging on the wall or posed in a frozen stance. A large picture of the Queen Mother sits above the fireplace and Emma smiles as she looks up at it. He might have been an Aussie, but he was a loyalist. Golden titles sat behind glass in a case that hung on the wall, along with pictures from his glory days. Emma looks along the shelves and sees one of her father and Roddy when they were just young men starting out in the business. He motions for her to sit on a black leather wrap around couch, and she does, as he sits across from her.
Roddy: It's so good to see you Emma dear. I mean it's been forever since I've seen your father, or the rest of your family for that matter. How is your old man anyway?
Emma: He's fine. Enjoying the quiet life with my mother.
Roddy: That's right. He married Lydia didn't he? You remind me a lot of her when she was younger. But that's all in the past now... Tell me Emma why are you here? Wait... You made it in the Euro circuit didn't you?
Emma shakes her head, and sighs. He gets to his feet, and begins to pace the floor.
Roddy: Shame. Then you must be in the Japanese circuit then right?
Emma: No... I didn't make it to either one, but I am with a company. It's in America.
Roddy: Really? Well at least it's a start. So what can I help you with?
Emma: I have a match this week against this woman named Emma Danielson. I've faced her a few times already...
Roddy: Did you already beat her?
Emma: I did actually. Two weeks ago really. But after the match she put me to the mat because I won. Then last week the management put us together on a tag team, only to have her and one of my opponents turn, on us, ending the match.
Roddy: No worries Emma. She sounds like a major ratbag to me. So what brings you here then? If you know that you can take her, why come to me?
Emma walks over to the big screen TV and turns it to the NCW, seeing Danielson's last promo. Emma just sighs as she watches, knowing Danielson was only biding her time. As it finishes, Roddy laughs slightly, as Emma sits back on the couch.
Roddy: That's such rubbish! You're better then her by a long shot! You are an English and they never back down no matter what they have to do. What does she know anyway?
Emma: She likes to hear herself talk, and she uses power moves, which leaves her open more than she even realizes. When she tries for a setup move I can move in, and take her down.
Roddy: That's where you have to be careful lovely. You can't get ahead of yourself and try to take her down with just an idea in your head.
Emma: Are you saying that I can't do it?
Roddy: Not at all, but I'm saying don't get into that ring half cocked. But what she said about you being no good because you're second generation, she better think again. I imagine your old man taught you well, if you were picked up by an American company.
Emma smiles slightly and looks up at him. Roddy was right. She was just as good if not better then most of the superstars out there today. The next generation always took up where the first left off, making a legacy of their own. Emma wasn't going to be denied the number one contender spot because of someone that had a little more experience.
Emma: So what if she has more experience then I do? I've seen what can happen when someone has a lot of experience. They can fail and fall just as quick as anyone else. I beat her once and badly at that.
Roddy: That's a girl. Why don't we head to the gym and you can show me what you got?
Emma: That sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe you can give me some pointers.
Roddy just nods, and extends his hand. Emma takes it, and gets to her feet, following him out of the living room, and heads down the hall, as the scene fades to black.
Act 2: A Friendly Spar and a New Move
The scene reopens on a wrestling ring in a modest sized building just off of the Rodham estate. Emma stands on the outside of the ring, and smiles softly, getting herself ready for a friendly spar against Roddy. She knew that he was getting older with each passing year, but he was still in good shape. She climbs up the side of the ring, and ducks under the ropes, as Roddy waits for her. He rings a small bell beside him, and Emma readies herself for anything that he can throw at her.
Emma: I Don't want you to hold back Roddy. I'm not as delicate as most people think.
Roddy: I'm not going to root you up that bad. Especially before your big match, that just wouldn't be cricket of me now would it?
Emma smiles softly, and the two of them begin to circle each other. They lock up, but Emma hits him with a knee to the midsection sending him to one knee. Roddy just smiles at her and laughs slightly.
Roddy: Nice move... You had to have learned that from your old man. It's an easy way to get the upper hand if nothing else.
Emma: No I learned that myself. Some men don't know the meaning of no.
Roddy just nods, and they lock up again. He gets the upper hand and uses a german suplex on her sending her to the mat. He goes for a elbow drop, but she rolls out of the way, getting to her feet, hitting a drop kick to his back, sending him to the mat once more.
Roddy: How does this Emma Danileson think she's going to take you down anyway? I mean you're a lot quicker on your feet then she would be I think. You know how to get out of things before anyone can touch you...
Emma: She calls herself the Queen of Extreme, and she likes to use the big stuff, and weapons. That doesn't always work though.
Roddy: Yeah... Tell me about it. When your sprung by the ref, you get DQ'ed and that's all she wrote for you. I don't think Danielson is going to give you any trouble Emma. She's a loud mouth, whacker, that is going to lose. You are the better Shelia after all.
Emma: Thank you Roddy. That means a lot coming from you.
Roddy: No worries.
He extends his hand, and she smiles taking his hand. Before she knew what was happening Roddy had her on the mat in a wristlock, with his body wrapped around her leg. She tries to get out, but can only tap, as Roddy lets go, and gets to his feet.
Nice move.
Roddy: Thanks. But it just goes to show you that even when you think your opponent is down, and isn't willing to fight any more, you shouldn't trust them. But I don't think you'll have to worry about that from Danielson. She's all sixes and sevens.
Emma: I know. I'm not going to underestimate her anyway. I did that the first match I was in, and failed horribly. I know that I can take her no matter what I do, or how much she fights back. But I was wondering...
Roddy: You want to know how to do that move don't you?
Emma nods and Roddy just smiles, as he helps Emma to her feet. They go through the move a few times only to end up sparing once again. They go back and forth with high impact moves, only to hit the mat or bounce off the ropes with each move and hit. Emma gets the chance and uses the move that Roddy had just taught her. Emma gets him down on the mat, only to have him tap a few seconds later.
Emma: Roddy, are you alright?
Roddy: I'm fine Sheila. You did very well. So what are you going to call the move then?
Emma: I think I'll call it... For Queen and Country. What do you think?
Roddy: I think her majesty would be proud. Care to stay for supper?
Emma: I better not. Dibbler will be getting ready to send my bodyguard Europa out to look for me. Why don't you come to the show? I'll make sure that there is a ticket for you at the window.
Roddy: I'll be there. Good luck Sunday night Emma.
He hugs Emma once again before she heads out of the building and heads for her car that sat outside. She gets into the car, placing her dark glasses over her eyes, and turns it on. She pulls out of the long driveway, and heads back down the long windy road once more.
Emma: Do you really think you scare me Danielson? Let me tell you something... You don't. I'm not going to back down from you just because you have more experience in the ring than I do. You hide behind weapons, big moves, and a big mouth, that's why I'm not afraid of you. I might use a lot of technical moves, but they do work, and remember I already took you down once with them. So you can say everything you want about me, or my family, but let me tell you, you won't like what is going to happen in that ring on Sunday night. I'm through of playing games with you, and toying with you like a cat with a mouse.
Emma smirks slightly, as she looks up into the rear view mirror, with her dark eyes glistening in the setting sun. She was ready for this match, and with a new move she felt on top of the world.
Emma: Just let me say one more thing to you before I say goodbye. The Dutchess will always surpass the Queen, and make her fall no matter what they do. On Sunday night you will fall and I will become the number one contender for the Women's Title, while you are left behind to wonder where you went wrong, and why you have nothing to show for all the hard work that you did for this match. Bring everything that you have to the ring, because I know I will, and be prepared to have the London Bridge fall. Ta.
Emma just laughs, as she pulls the long ribbon from her hair, and lets it flow once more. The sun sets over the horizon, as the little red BMW convertible disappears down the road, as the scene fades to black.