Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Feb 27, 2010 17:00:06 GMT -6
Emma Danielson sits with Carly Robins in a hotel lobby, sunlight streaming in through the glass. Emma's got a nice button-up shirt and dress pants on, a contrast from her usual informal gear both in and out of the ring. Carly begins the interview.
“Hello nCw fans. Carly Robins here with the Midwest Beatdown Machine, Emma Danielson. Emma, I had the opportunity to speak with Cleopatra the Golden Queen earlier in the week, and she spoke about each of the women involved in your match this Sunday, including you. Do you want to respond?”
Emma cocks an eyebrow at Carly, beckoning for the microphone. When she gets it, Emma wastes no time in beginning to talk.
“Yeah. First things first, please don't call her Cleopatra. Not only does it bug me, but you're just worsening her mental problems. Of course, you know all about 'working' with people that have mental issues, don't you, Carly?”
Carly blushes furiously. Emma grins, continuing.
“Yeah, second off? I've already responded to her. But since you were so kind to ask for this interview, I'll go ahead and run my yap some more. Alexandra's got a lot of nerve claiming such easy dominance. Does she have the raw power to back up her claims? I don't think so. Now what I'VE got is the muscles of a bodybuilder, the focus of Rain Man, and the looks of...well, I dunno. The looks of an Amazon. A GLAMOROUS Amazon, but an Amazon nonetheless. And I've got something none of these ladies have: I have momentum. I won my last match. And I won it against Julietta AND Cleopatra, WHILE surviving a Mummification AND the Unbirth. I've absorbed finishers from those two women and I was still able to get the win. What does that tell you about me, Carly? I'm tough. I'm probably the toughest bitch in that match. And not only am I tough...I'm smart. I know how to strategize. And I know how to exploit the flaws in people's psyches AND fighting styles. I know that if I cause Julietta enough pain, it could overload her nervous system in both agony and ecstasy. I know that by preying on Alexandra's mental instabilities, I'm distracting her behind her facade of self-confidence and godly control. Those hairline fractures, invisible to the naked eye, will weaken her and allow me to beat her. Anything else, Carly?”
She hands the microphone back to Carly, who's still blushing from her crack about her not-so-discreet liasions with a certain imbalanced office worker.
“Uhh...y-yes. What do you see yourself doing after this match? Where do you think it will put you in the hunt for the Women's Title?”
Emma takes the mic back from Carly, patting her on the back.
“There, there. Go drown your sorrows about having screwed Bill Lumbergh's ugly cousin in alcohol. To answer your question, I know without a doubt that winning this match puts me right at the top of the list to challenge whoever the Women's Champion is after Sunday. If it's Zelda Knite, I can get the chance to put the specter of my past behind me and finally beat her. After all, third time's the charm. And if it's Emma English...she's denied me time and time again. She's the only other person I've lost to. Rest assured, if I get the chance to challenge her for the Women's Title, I'll make her pay. I'll drag every last bit of fight out of her. She's gonna pay.”
Emma cracks her knuckles, grinning. Carly nods, taking the mic back. She glares briefly at Emma before speaking.
“...it's nice to know you have plans for after the match. What if you lose, though? What then? Do you just tumble back down into obscurity? Or will you keep clawing your way back up, only to fail when you're on the cusp of greatness? In other words, are you going to become the women's division's Joe Everyman?”
Emma snatches the mic from her again, returning the glare.
“Ahh, no. If I lose, I lose. I don't WANT to, by any means, but I might. If I lose, I just prove that I'm worthy of a title shot by losing less and kicking ass, same as I always have. That's how most people earn their title shots. Ask a simple question, get a simple answer, eh?”
Carly nods, visibly peeved. Emma relaxes a bit.
“Hey, sorry about the jokes earlier. I was just trying to be light-hearted. I understand that's a sore subject, so I won't bring it up again. So, let's see...what have I missed? I ran down Julietta and her indecency, her madness. I've already plowed over Alexandra...oh! I know! I forgot the third wheel of this match: Roxi Johnson! How DARE I forget about her? I mean, when she's said such bitter and painful things as, uh...uhm....well, what about when she called me a...uh...crap, I can't think of anything. That's because she had the nerve to gloss me over! I mean, really? I took time out to address her in both of my last videos, and what do I get in return? Nothing! I'm almost insulted...but you did ream out Julie and Alex, so I can't be THAT mad at you. That crack about eugenics and belittling hardcore got to me, though. One: eugenics is a DEEPLY flawed concept that's basically been proven to have horrific consequences wherever it's practiced. Really, advocating eugenics makes my opinion of you plummet like a boulder. And then insulting hardcore. You insult hardcore, you insult me. I'm the Queen of Extreme, the Hardcore Hellion, and I'm going to be the one standing tall over the broken bodies of three other women on Sunday. Be prepared, Roxi.”
Emma sits back, a satisfied smirk on her face. Carly nods, taking the mic back.
“Well, you've definitely got the determination. But even if you win the war of words, the war inside the ring is completely different. Do you have the strength to win the war of fists?”
Emma takes back the mic, nodding.
“I'm the biggest powerhouse in the Women's Division. If there's anything I have in abundance, it's strength. But strength alone won't be enough to win. I have to be quick on my feet. One false step and BOOM! Mummification. Or BOOM! PMS. Or BOOM! High Spot. Not that I haven't shown I can come back from getting drilled with a finisher or two. But they take a hell of a lot out of you. So yeah, I've got what it takes to outmuscle, outthink, and outrun all of the other women. Count on it. Now if you'll excuse me, Carly, I've got an appointment to keep.”
Carly looks at her, surprised.
“An appointment? May I ask with who?”
Emma grins to the clueless Ms. Robins.
“Two very close friends of mine...a Mr. Daniels and a Mr. Beam. Talk to you later, I've got some exercise and some drinking I need to catch up on.”
Emma waves cheerily, standing and walking off. Carly takes a moment to compose herself before turning to the camera.
“Well, that was our exclusive interview with nCw's very own Emma Danielson. Will she have what it takes to outlast the other three women in her Pinfall for Power Rankings Four-Way Elimination match? You'll have to order nCw Crossroads to find out. Call your cable or satellite provider to find out how. For nCw, I'm Carly Robins, saying so long and thanks to all of you fans.”
Fade out.
“Hello nCw fans. Carly Robins here with the Midwest Beatdown Machine, Emma Danielson. Emma, I had the opportunity to speak with Cleopatra the Golden Queen earlier in the week, and she spoke about each of the women involved in your match this Sunday, including you. Do you want to respond?”
Emma cocks an eyebrow at Carly, beckoning for the microphone. When she gets it, Emma wastes no time in beginning to talk.
“Yeah. First things first, please don't call her Cleopatra. Not only does it bug me, but you're just worsening her mental problems. Of course, you know all about 'working' with people that have mental issues, don't you, Carly?”
Carly blushes furiously. Emma grins, continuing.
“Yeah, second off? I've already responded to her. But since you were so kind to ask for this interview, I'll go ahead and run my yap some more. Alexandra's got a lot of nerve claiming such easy dominance. Does she have the raw power to back up her claims? I don't think so. Now what I'VE got is the muscles of a bodybuilder, the focus of Rain Man, and the looks of...well, I dunno. The looks of an Amazon. A GLAMOROUS Amazon, but an Amazon nonetheless. And I've got something none of these ladies have: I have momentum. I won my last match. And I won it against Julietta AND Cleopatra, WHILE surviving a Mummification AND the Unbirth. I've absorbed finishers from those two women and I was still able to get the win. What does that tell you about me, Carly? I'm tough. I'm probably the toughest bitch in that match. And not only am I tough...I'm smart. I know how to strategize. And I know how to exploit the flaws in people's psyches AND fighting styles. I know that if I cause Julietta enough pain, it could overload her nervous system in both agony and ecstasy. I know that by preying on Alexandra's mental instabilities, I'm distracting her behind her facade of self-confidence and godly control. Those hairline fractures, invisible to the naked eye, will weaken her and allow me to beat her. Anything else, Carly?”
She hands the microphone back to Carly, who's still blushing from her crack about her not-so-discreet liasions with a certain imbalanced office worker.
“Uhh...y-yes. What do you see yourself doing after this match? Where do you think it will put you in the hunt for the Women's Title?”
Emma takes the mic back from Carly, patting her on the back.
“There, there. Go drown your sorrows about having screwed Bill Lumbergh's ugly cousin in alcohol. To answer your question, I know without a doubt that winning this match puts me right at the top of the list to challenge whoever the Women's Champion is after Sunday. If it's Zelda Knite, I can get the chance to put the specter of my past behind me and finally beat her. After all, third time's the charm. And if it's Emma English...she's denied me time and time again. She's the only other person I've lost to. Rest assured, if I get the chance to challenge her for the Women's Title, I'll make her pay. I'll drag every last bit of fight out of her. She's gonna pay.”
Emma cracks her knuckles, grinning. Carly nods, taking the mic back. She glares briefly at Emma before speaking.
“...it's nice to know you have plans for after the match. What if you lose, though? What then? Do you just tumble back down into obscurity? Or will you keep clawing your way back up, only to fail when you're on the cusp of greatness? In other words, are you going to become the women's division's Joe Everyman?”
Emma snatches the mic from her again, returning the glare.
“Ahh, no. If I lose, I lose. I don't WANT to, by any means, but I might. If I lose, I just prove that I'm worthy of a title shot by losing less and kicking ass, same as I always have. That's how most people earn their title shots. Ask a simple question, get a simple answer, eh?”
Carly nods, visibly peeved. Emma relaxes a bit.
“Hey, sorry about the jokes earlier. I was just trying to be light-hearted. I understand that's a sore subject, so I won't bring it up again. So, let's see...what have I missed? I ran down Julietta and her indecency, her madness. I've already plowed over Alexandra...oh! I know! I forgot the third wheel of this match: Roxi Johnson! How DARE I forget about her? I mean, when she's said such bitter and painful things as, uh...uhm....well, what about when she called me a...uh...crap, I can't think of anything. That's because she had the nerve to gloss me over! I mean, really? I took time out to address her in both of my last videos, and what do I get in return? Nothing! I'm almost insulted...but you did ream out Julie and Alex, so I can't be THAT mad at you. That crack about eugenics and belittling hardcore got to me, though. One: eugenics is a DEEPLY flawed concept that's basically been proven to have horrific consequences wherever it's practiced. Really, advocating eugenics makes my opinion of you plummet like a boulder. And then insulting hardcore. You insult hardcore, you insult me. I'm the Queen of Extreme, the Hardcore Hellion, and I'm going to be the one standing tall over the broken bodies of three other women on Sunday. Be prepared, Roxi.”
Emma sits back, a satisfied smirk on her face. Carly nods, taking the mic back.
“Well, you've definitely got the determination. But even if you win the war of words, the war inside the ring is completely different. Do you have the strength to win the war of fists?”
Emma takes back the mic, nodding.
“I'm the biggest powerhouse in the Women's Division. If there's anything I have in abundance, it's strength. But strength alone won't be enough to win. I have to be quick on my feet. One false step and BOOM! Mummification. Or BOOM! PMS. Or BOOM! High Spot. Not that I haven't shown I can come back from getting drilled with a finisher or two. But they take a hell of a lot out of you. So yeah, I've got what it takes to outmuscle, outthink, and outrun all of the other women. Count on it. Now if you'll excuse me, Carly, I've got an appointment to keep.”
Carly looks at her, surprised.
“An appointment? May I ask with who?”
Emma grins to the clueless Ms. Robins.
“Two very close friends of mine...a Mr. Daniels and a Mr. Beam. Talk to you later, I've got some exercise and some drinking I need to catch up on.”
Emma waves cheerily, standing and walking off. Carly takes a moment to compose herself before turning to the camera.
“Well, that was our exclusive interview with nCw's very own Emma Danielson. Will she have what it takes to outlast the other three women in her Pinfall for Power Rankings Four-Way Elimination match? You'll have to order nCw Crossroads to find out. Call your cable or satellite provider to find out how. For nCw, I'm Carly Robins, saying so long and thanks to all of you fans.”
Fade out.