Post by Kelly Fox on Mar 19, 2010 10:00:29 GMT -6
Zelda: Why do you..**yawn**.. insist on waking me up so early!?
{Zelda Knite comes into view with her hair messed up and going in several different directions while wearing some officially licensed nCw pajamas. She lets out another long yawn as she stumbles half asleep to the kitchen table and flops into a chair. She looks across the table and sees Adam working on something on his laptop and she gives him an evil look, he doesn't care.}
Adam: We've got a lot to do today and I have to make sure you're up and ready in time.
Zelda: Sometimes I hate having you as my manager.
Adam: It was your idea.
Zelda: You're a liar.
Adam: Z.
Zelda: Sorry..... so what's so important that I can only get three hours of sleep for?
Adam: You were up until 5am?!
Zelda: **yawn**Dont' judge me.
Adam: Go get your wrestling gear, we have some publicity photos to kick off the morning, and it appears the makeup artists are gonna have to work extra hard to make you look like you didn't just roll out of bed.
Zelda: Can I take a shower first?
{Adam looks down at his watch.}
Adam: You'll have to skip breakfast.
Zelda: Good, I hate your slimey eggs and limp bacon
Adam: Ok.
Zelda: and your gross pulp filled orange juice.
Adam: You done?
Zelda: And your french toast tastes like butt!
{Adam rubs the top of his nose with his index finger and thumb as he just lights out a faint sigh. He looks back up at Zelda who is still sitting there, not moving.}
Adam: You going to go get ready or not? We have an autograph signing to get to after this, so we can' be late.
Zelda: Oh gawd... Why do you do this to me? I don't want to deal with The Zombies this early in the morning....
Adam: Stop calling your fans “The Zombies”!
Zelda: They call themselves that!
Adam: They do not and you know it!
{Zelda grabs the computer away from Adam and turns it around facing her, without saying a word. She clicks a few keys, smashes the enter eye, then turns it back around to show Adam what's on the screen, a webpage featuring the words “Zelda's Zombies” sprawled across the top in big bold letters.}
Adam: zeldaszombies.com.... ok... I guess you got me th.... wait a minute! Webmaster Willy Carter!? Zelda!
Zelda: I never said that I wasn't involved in the making of the site, people joined didn't they, therefore they must like the name.
Adam: Whatever Zelda, would you please just get ready?
Zelda: Is Kelly coming?
Adam: No... why on Earth would she?
Zelda: Because I want her to! Call her and ask.
Adam: I will not call my pregnant wife and ask her to come to a photo shoot with my sister, let her rest.
Zelda: GAH! You're so mean to me!
{Adam lifts his arm and points the way to the bathroom and shower.}
Adam: GO!
{Zelda pushes her chair back and angrily stands up and begins stomping with every step she takes. She disappears down the hallway as Adam shakes his head. However suddenly Zelda's head jolts out from behind the wall, Adam turns around and looks confused as Zelda's expression changes.}
Zelda: How about Steve? Is Steve coming?
Adam: Why in the hell would I invite Steve to gawk at my half dressed sister!?
Zelda: You guys are tag team partners, I figured you guys did that kind of thing together.
Adam: WE ARE NOT TAG TEAM PARTNERS! He's not coming, Kelly's not coming, now hurry up because we're running out of time.
Zelda: Quit yelling at me you big jerk.
{Zelda's head shoots back behind the wall as we fade for a few brief seconds before coming right back. We're inside the shower as Zelda stands there letting the water drops hit her in the head and face, running down her body. Sadly we are again PG rated and cant' see a darn bit of good stuff, but that's not the point is it.}
I wonder if Maria has to go through this? Being dragged around across the US, for publicity shoot this, or autograph signing that, geez. It's like every time I sit down I have to go rushing off to someplace else.
Of course Maria, doesn't know what that feels like, she doesn't know the pressures of being in my position, of dealing with my meteoric rise to fame. All she knows is tagging along with Mr. Generic and looking pretty, and not doing anything spectacular.
Me, I'm in the business of doing something spectacular, I'm in the business of making my name known and grabbing the fans in. Nobody wants to watch Suspense this week to see Maria, no, they want to watch because Zelda Knite is going to be wrestling Maria. That's how this works, see I'm the draw, I'm the one that's supposed to bring the people in while Maria she's just supposed to be there and seem half way competent and not lose in a minute and a half.
Do I enjoy all this attention being lavished on me, of course I do... at times. It's not always fun though, especially having a brother like Adam doing all your managing. He thinks he constantly has to put my name out there, and book me for these gigs, when I just want to lay around and eat microwaved pizza and playing some Halo.
This is the life I've chosen I guess, it's mine and for the most part I love it. I trained for two years for this moment, I bled for this, I nearly died for this, and I love being in the ring. If that means pushing pause on my games for a bit... oh well. Maybe Maria thinks I won't be focused, maybe she thinks I'm not focusing on her because she's a virtual unknown.... that's not it because I know Little Mac can beat Mike Tyson on occasions, but truth be told.... this won't be one of those times, because for Maria Friday... it's GAME OVER.
{Zelda goes silent as the water sprays over her, she's done for now and we fade to black on the sounds of the splashes.}
{Zelda Knite comes into view with her hair messed up and going in several different directions while wearing some officially licensed nCw pajamas. She lets out another long yawn as she stumbles half asleep to the kitchen table and flops into a chair. She looks across the table and sees Adam working on something on his laptop and she gives him an evil look, he doesn't care.}
Adam: We've got a lot to do today and I have to make sure you're up and ready in time.
Zelda: Sometimes I hate having you as my manager.
Adam: It was your idea.
Zelda: You're a liar.
Adam: Z.
Zelda: Sorry..... so what's so important that I can only get three hours of sleep for?
Adam: You were up until 5am?!
Zelda: **yawn**Dont' judge me.
Adam: Go get your wrestling gear, we have some publicity photos to kick off the morning, and it appears the makeup artists are gonna have to work extra hard to make you look like you didn't just roll out of bed.
Zelda: Can I take a shower first?
{Adam looks down at his watch.}
Adam: You'll have to skip breakfast.
Zelda: Good, I hate your slimey eggs and limp bacon
Adam: Ok.
Zelda: and your gross pulp filled orange juice.
Adam: You done?
Zelda: And your french toast tastes like butt!
{Adam rubs the top of his nose with his index finger and thumb as he just lights out a faint sigh. He looks back up at Zelda who is still sitting there, not moving.}
Adam: You going to go get ready or not? We have an autograph signing to get to after this, so we can' be late.
Zelda: Oh gawd... Why do you do this to me? I don't want to deal with The Zombies this early in the morning....
Adam: Stop calling your fans “The Zombies”!
Zelda: They call themselves that!
Adam: They do not and you know it!
{Zelda grabs the computer away from Adam and turns it around facing her, without saying a word. She clicks a few keys, smashes the enter eye, then turns it back around to show Adam what's on the screen, a webpage featuring the words “Zelda's Zombies” sprawled across the top in big bold letters.}
Adam: zeldaszombies.com.... ok... I guess you got me th.... wait a minute! Webmaster Willy Carter!? Zelda!
Zelda: I never said that I wasn't involved in the making of the site, people joined didn't they, therefore they must like the name.
Adam: Whatever Zelda, would you please just get ready?
Zelda: Is Kelly coming?
Adam: No... why on Earth would she?
Zelda: Because I want her to! Call her and ask.
Adam: I will not call my pregnant wife and ask her to come to a photo shoot with my sister, let her rest.
Zelda: GAH! You're so mean to me!
{Adam lifts his arm and points the way to the bathroom and shower.}
Adam: GO!
{Zelda pushes her chair back and angrily stands up and begins stomping with every step she takes. She disappears down the hallway as Adam shakes his head. However suddenly Zelda's head jolts out from behind the wall, Adam turns around and looks confused as Zelda's expression changes.}
Zelda: How about Steve? Is Steve coming?
Adam: Why in the hell would I invite Steve to gawk at my half dressed sister!?
Zelda: You guys are tag team partners, I figured you guys did that kind of thing together.
Adam: WE ARE NOT TAG TEAM PARTNERS! He's not coming, Kelly's not coming, now hurry up because we're running out of time.
Zelda: Quit yelling at me you big jerk.
{Zelda's head shoots back behind the wall as we fade for a few brief seconds before coming right back. We're inside the shower as Zelda stands there letting the water drops hit her in the head and face, running down her body. Sadly we are again PG rated and cant' see a darn bit of good stuff, but that's not the point is it.}
I wonder if Maria has to go through this? Being dragged around across the US, for publicity shoot this, or autograph signing that, geez. It's like every time I sit down I have to go rushing off to someplace else.
Of course Maria, doesn't know what that feels like, she doesn't know the pressures of being in my position, of dealing with my meteoric rise to fame. All she knows is tagging along with Mr. Generic and looking pretty, and not doing anything spectacular.
Me, I'm in the business of doing something spectacular, I'm in the business of making my name known and grabbing the fans in. Nobody wants to watch Suspense this week to see Maria, no, they want to watch because Zelda Knite is going to be wrestling Maria. That's how this works, see I'm the draw, I'm the one that's supposed to bring the people in while Maria she's just supposed to be there and seem half way competent and not lose in a minute and a half.
Do I enjoy all this attention being lavished on me, of course I do... at times. It's not always fun though, especially having a brother like Adam doing all your managing. He thinks he constantly has to put my name out there, and book me for these gigs, when I just want to lay around and eat microwaved pizza and playing some Halo.
This is the life I've chosen I guess, it's mine and for the most part I love it. I trained for two years for this moment, I bled for this, I nearly died for this, and I love being in the ring. If that means pushing pause on my games for a bit... oh well. Maybe Maria thinks I won't be focused, maybe she thinks I'm not focusing on her because she's a virtual unknown.... that's not it because I know Little Mac can beat Mike Tyson on occasions, but truth be told.... this won't be one of those times, because for Maria Friday... it's GAME OVER.
{Zelda goes silent as the water sprays over her, she's done for now and we fade to black on the sounds of the splashes.}