Post by Kelly Fox on Feb 19, 2010 20:34:50 GMT -6
{Our scene opens up as we see a visibly upset Zelda Knite pacing back and forth in the room as Adam sits in his recliner, feet up, talking on the phone. Zelda is ranting and raving about something and Adam just doesn't seem to notice.}
Zelda: This is preposterous! I can't believe some two bit, mentally challenged, goof ball stole my schtick. Who does he think he is... Sega?! Ripping off the goods that I layed down, the persona that I've made famous!?
Adam: Hold on Kel...... Zel? What are you talking about?
Zelda: This Jack Wilde idiot!
Adam: What about him?
Zelda: He's trying to be me.....
Adam: How's that? By eating junk food non stop and having his eyes glued to a video game?
Zelda: YES!
Adam: Seriously? There are two of you in NCW? That's a scary thought....
Zelda: HEY! I'm your little sister, you're supposed to have my back here.
{Adam holds up his index finger as to tell Zelda to hold on a second as he pulls the phone back to his ear and continues to talk to Kelly. Zelda flops down on the ground and sits indian style as the camera pans in closer to her face.}
Zelda: I can't believe this, what a week. First Emma Britface comes out there and goes all Ryu Hayabusa on me and ninja attacks my butt before our match... costing me my first match... it wasn't so much that fact that I lost, because Cleo and Ayal are pretty cool and all, but it was the fact that I knew this was going to happen. Why did I let Adam change my mind, why didn't I just do what I said I wanted to, and beat her upside the head with something blunt and heavy? My head still feels loopy, and now I have to take on Roxi Johnson in an Xtreme match.... how could things be any worse than that?
I know... by having some loser still your gimmick! I'm the video game, name dropping, nerd around here... I started it, I'm the revolutionary and this dill weed takes it. What he was some doofus who was some coaches lacky trainee at first, then he suddenly shifts into the video game geek, what? How does that make sense here? I think this dude is just trying to steal my thunder.
Pretty sad that he would have to try and piggy back off of the Women's champion, but I guess that's how he gets his kicks here. I can't be too worried about him right now though, I have freaking Roxi Johnson to deal with, and if I take me eyes off of her, she'll make me feel it worse than that British bum ever could. The wife of the guy who has just about won every title in the company... isn't that just grand for me?
Then think about it... Xtreme match... I'm not extreme, geebus, I'm about as far away from being extreme as one could get. Look at me, do I look like somebody who can put her body on the line and do whatever it takes to win a bloody and gorey Xtreme battle... . Of course not. It'd be like the Ghostbusters doing animal control for New York. Sure it's the process of catching something annoying to the public, just like an Xtreme match is still wrestling, but it's different. They're schtick is catching ghosts in a humorous adventure, while mine is playing wrestling while being an avid video game freak that leads to silly anecdotes about pop culture. I'm not the steel chain wielding, barb wire masochist.
{We see Adam leaning over the couch looking down at Zelda sitting on the floor. Zelda looks up at him with a frown and sad face, and big brother mode has to kick in now.}
Adam: Alight Kel, I love you too, later.
Zelda:......
Adam: What is wrong with you?
Zelda: I'm worried about this “Xtreme Match”.... I don't do physical pain with objects very well, and I think I have a pathological fear of barb wire.
Adam: You do know that I'm an accomplish Xtreme wrestler right?
Zelda: Point?
Adam: If you ask, I can show you some things to possibly help?
Zelda: You mean you could be my early game tutorial, showing me which buttons to press?
Adam: Huh?
Zelda: Just nod and say yes....
Adam: **nods** Yes.
{Zelda jumps from her sitting position and wraps her arms around Adam's neck.}
Zelda: Thank you!
Adam: You're choking me Zel....
Zelda: Sorry....
Adam: Ok, you have a lot of work cut out for you, Roxi isn't going to be a push over, if she's anything like Ricky.... she'll always be ready for a match..... wait... where'd she go....
{Adam and the camera look around in the immediate vacinity and Zelda has disappeared. Adam turns his head and looks behind him and on the couch with a game controller in her hands and a bag of cheetos by her side sits Zelda, staring at the TV screen.}
Adam: ZELDA!
Zelda: Huh what?... ohhhhhhh.... the training.... sorry, I'll go get ready.
{Zelda jumps up and heads to her room as Adam shakes his head.}
Adam: That girl.......
{Fade to black.}
Zelda: This is preposterous! I can't believe some two bit, mentally challenged, goof ball stole my schtick. Who does he think he is... Sega?! Ripping off the goods that I layed down, the persona that I've made famous!?
Adam: Hold on Kel...... Zel? What are you talking about?
Zelda: This Jack Wilde idiot!
Adam: What about him?
Zelda: He's trying to be me.....
Adam: How's that? By eating junk food non stop and having his eyes glued to a video game?
Zelda: YES!
Adam: Seriously? There are two of you in NCW? That's a scary thought....
Zelda: HEY! I'm your little sister, you're supposed to have my back here.
{Adam holds up his index finger as to tell Zelda to hold on a second as he pulls the phone back to his ear and continues to talk to Kelly. Zelda flops down on the ground and sits indian style as the camera pans in closer to her face.}
Zelda: I can't believe this, what a week. First Emma Britface comes out there and goes all Ryu Hayabusa on me and ninja attacks my butt before our match... costing me my first match... it wasn't so much that fact that I lost, because Cleo and Ayal are pretty cool and all, but it was the fact that I knew this was going to happen. Why did I let Adam change my mind, why didn't I just do what I said I wanted to, and beat her upside the head with something blunt and heavy? My head still feels loopy, and now I have to take on Roxi Johnson in an Xtreme match.... how could things be any worse than that?
I know... by having some loser still your gimmick! I'm the video game, name dropping, nerd around here... I started it, I'm the revolutionary and this dill weed takes it. What he was some doofus who was some coaches lacky trainee at first, then he suddenly shifts into the video game geek, what? How does that make sense here? I think this dude is just trying to steal my thunder.
Pretty sad that he would have to try and piggy back off of the Women's champion, but I guess that's how he gets his kicks here. I can't be too worried about him right now though, I have freaking Roxi Johnson to deal with, and if I take me eyes off of her, she'll make me feel it worse than that British bum ever could. The wife of the guy who has just about won every title in the company... isn't that just grand for me?
Then think about it... Xtreme match... I'm not extreme, geebus, I'm about as far away from being extreme as one could get. Look at me, do I look like somebody who can put her body on the line and do whatever it takes to win a bloody and gorey Xtreme battle... . Of course not. It'd be like the Ghostbusters doing animal control for New York. Sure it's the process of catching something annoying to the public, just like an Xtreme match is still wrestling, but it's different. They're schtick is catching ghosts in a humorous adventure, while mine is playing wrestling while being an avid video game freak that leads to silly anecdotes about pop culture. I'm not the steel chain wielding, barb wire masochist.
{We see Adam leaning over the couch looking down at Zelda sitting on the floor. Zelda looks up at him with a frown and sad face, and big brother mode has to kick in now.}
Adam: Alight Kel, I love you too, later.
Zelda:......
Adam: What is wrong with you?
Zelda: I'm worried about this “Xtreme Match”.... I don't do physical pain with objects very well, and I think I have a pathological fear of barb wire.
Adam: You do know that I'm an accomplish Xtreme wrestler right?
Zelda: Point?
Adam: If you ask, I can show you some things to possibly help?
Zelda: You mean you could be my early game tutorial, showing me which buttons to press?
Adam: Huh?
Zelda: Just nod and say yes....
Adam: **nods** Yes.
{Zelda jumps from her sitting position and wraps her arms around Adam's neck.}
Zelda: Thank you!
Adam: You're choking me Zel....
Zelda: Sorry....
Adam: Ok, you have a lot of work cut out for you, Roxi isn't going to be a push over, if she's anything like Ricky.... she'll always be ready for a match..... wait... where'd she go....
{Adam and the camera look around in the immediate vacinity and Zelda has disappeared. Adam turns his head and looks behind him and on the couch with a game controller in her hands and a bag of cheetos by her side sits Zelda, staring at the TV screen.}
Adam: ZELDA!
Zelda: Huh what?... ohhhhhhh.... the training.... sorry, I'll go get ready.
{Zelda jumps up and heads to her room as Adam shakes his head.}
Adam: That girl.......
{Fade to black.}