Post by Emma Danielson on Apr 13, 2010 20:15:54 GMT -6
Emma Danielson glares daggers at Carly Robins as the two stand in front of a Friday Night Suspense banner. Carly smiles, not unnerved by the hostile Midwest Beatdown Machine, and begins her introductory sequence. Emma makes sure to advertise the new Emma Danielson “Hardcore Hellion” T-shirt, available now at ncwshop.com.
“Hey there nCw fans. Carly Robins here with the newly resurgent Emma Danielson. I've already had a chance to talk with one of your opponents in the Four Corners match this week, Rayne, and the Golden Queen Cleopatra's had a chance to speak about the match as well. Do you have anything to say to your opponents?”
Emma snatches the mic from her, glaring daggers at the confused interviewer. She raises it to her mouth, almost growling at Carly.
“First things first...Carly, if you want to keep your job here, you had better learn to fact check, because I have NOT had a Women's Title shot, a fact which is a complete travesty. I'm the most skilled and powerful woman in all of nCw, and I get screwed out of title shots by that dumb bitch English? I'm sick and tired of it, and THAT'S why I took her out. I don't care who I get my hands on, Knite or St. James. I just want what's coming to me. Second, you're ***damn right I want to say something to my opponents. Where do you think I should start, Carly?”
Carly opens her mouth to respond, but Emma puts her hand in her face, shaking her head as she holds the mic up with her other hand.
“Rhetorical question. That means “I didn't expect an answer,” you slack-jawed moron. How about Rayne? Works for me. Yeah, you're right I'm not keeping my mouth shut. And you know why? Because you're not. Because I'm not some submissive little girl who'll go running away, tail between my legs if I get a challenge. I'm not some eye candy like Maria is, and you best believe you don't want to make the fatal mistake of confusing me for one of these stupid eye candy “competitors.” I'm a WRESTLER. You're a wrestler. We both know that nothing the other one says is going to stop us. So let's just cut the bullcrap and wrestle a match, alright? No cheap tricks. No shortcuts. Just two women trying to prove that they're the best. I'll save the weapons for whenever I get a hardcore match...and you know what? I'll take your offer to go whoop on Alexandra. She doesn't know when to stop saying “It was a fluke!” Honey, a fluke is ONCE. Three times? Now you're just kidding yourself. You know I'm better.”
She flashes a cocky grin at the camera, prompting Carly to yank the microphone out of her hand. She clears her throat, looking to the Teleprompter for a bit of guidance to steer the interview back on the rails.
“Right, Miss Aggressive...this is your fifth outing against Cleopatra. Would you say you've gotten to know her well enough to construct sort of a 'formula' against her?”
Emma takes the mic back, groaning. She sneers at Carly, looking back at the camera.
“Yeah, I know what to expect from her. Overpromising and underdelivering. She's nowhere near as good as she makes herself out to be, and I think it's about time she realizes that nobody besides Ayla's buying her “Cleopatra Reborn” schtick. Your name is Alexandra Kane, you're a fashion mogul, and you're never going to amount to anything here. See, Rayne? She's a ring vet. I was in the first Women's match ever. And you know what? I'm not going to let some hopped-up jackass like you try to steal my thunder. You had a chance, Alex. You could have been champion. But you blew it, and now all you have is a fake champion as your puppet. I have nothing but respect for Zelda Knite at this point. She's, pound for pound, one of the most resilient people I have ever met. She's a determined woman, and there's a reason nobody's been able to beat her straight-up. You? You're like a little child. You brag and you boast about all your shiny toys, but when you lose you stamp your feet and pout, trying to get your way. If you think you can go toe-to-toe with the Queen of Extreme one more time, Alex, I have three words for you: Just bring it.”
Emma grins darkly into the camera, moving on before Carly can try to interject once again.
“Oh, I've got plenty more to say. You'd better damn well believe I've got more to say. Alex, when I say I'm going to beat you, I mean I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to knock every single one of the teeth that make up that annoying grin back down your throat. I'm going to stomp you black and blue. And there isn't a single thing you can do or say that'll make me give you mercy. Mercy is for people that I respect. Mercy is for people that don't try to claim to be gods. I'm not a goddess, Alex. I'm just a Queen. And you have to remember my other name...I am a Hellion. And Friday, on Suspense, at the Richmond Coliseum, I. RAISE. HELL.”
She flips the mic end-over-end, fist gripping it tightly once her little rotational thing is done. Emma shakes her head, chuckling to herself as she remembers what else she has to talk about.
“And then the proverbial third wheel in this whole deal, Roxi Johnson. Rox, you know how I feel about you. I mean, you got the pin that cost me a shot at the Women's Title yet again. But compared to someone like Alex, who I still can't seem to shut up after all this time, or Rayne, who's beyond a shadow of a doubt one of the most experienced female wrestlers we have? I'm sorry, but you're small fry. I'll pay attention to you...in between taking on Rayne and beating the ever-loving hell out of Alex. You just don't worry me NEARLY as much as the other two do. And even then, my biggest concern as far as someone who could get the pin is Rayne. Learn from what happened to Emma English, Roxi. If you get in the way of my goal, than you're going to get demolished.”
She pauses, chuckling to herself.
“I notice that a lot of the women here try to bill themselves as “the Queen of Kings” or the “Queen of Queens.” I'm not that egotistical. I'm not the Queen of anything but Extreme. And you three girls are going to find out that I don't need to have tables or ladders or chairs or kendo sticks to be extreme. They just help. A lot.”
Emma laughs that sinister laugh again as Carly, by now having gotten another microphone, interjects.
“Looks like the last few weeks have brought out a dark side in you. How do you think the nCw fans will react to this?”
Emma looks over at Carly, almost forgetting that she was there in the midst of her speech.
“Honestly? It'd be nice to have them behind me all the way, but if they aren't, I guess I can live without it. My number one goal is getting a title shot, and I'll beat up anyone I need to to get it. But I'm gonna earn it, damn it. Even though I'm one of the founders of this company's women's division and STILL haven't had my shot, I don't want it just handed to me. I'll work for the match, one week at a time.”
Carly nods, turning to the camera and forcing a smile.
“There you have it, folks. Provocative words from Emma Danielson heading into Friday's women's Four Corners match on Suspense. I'm Carly Robins, saying so long and good night.”
Fade to black on Emma stalking past the camera and Carly watching her go.
“Hey there nCw fans. Carly Robins here with the newly resurgent Emma Danielson. I've already had a chance to talk with one of your opponents in the Four Corners match this week, Rayne, and the Golden Queen Cleopatra's had a chance to speak about the match as well. Do you have anything to say to your opponents?”
Emma snatches the mic from her, glaring daggers at the confused interviewer. She raises it to her mouth, almost growling at Carly.
“First things first...Carly, if you want to keep your job here, you had better learn to fact check, because I have NOT had a Women's Title shot, a fact which is a complete travesty. I'm the most skilled and powerful woman in all of nCw, and I get screwed out of title shots by that dumb bitch English? I'm sick and tired of it, and THAT'S why I took her out. I don't care who I get my hands on, Knite or St. James. I just want what's coming to me. Second, you're ***damn right I want to say something to my opponents. Where do you think I should start, Carly?”
Carly opens her mouth to respond, but Emma puts her hand in her face, shaking her head as she holds the mic up with her other hand.
“Rhetorical question. That means “I didn't expect an answer,” you slack-jawed moron. How about Rayne? Works for me. Yeah, you're right I'm not keeping my mouth shut. And you know why? Because you're not. Because I'm not some submissive little girl who'll go running away, tail between my legs if I get a challenge. I'm not some eye candy like Maria is, and you best believe you don't want to make the fatal mistake of confusing me for one of these stupid eye candy “competitors.” I'm a WRESTLER. You're a wrestler. We both know that nothing the other one says is going to stop us. So let's just cut the bullcrap and wrestle a match, alright? No cheap tricks. No shortcuts. Just two women trying to prove that they're the best. I'll save the weapons for whenever I get a hardcore match...and you know what? I'll take your offer to go whoop on Alexandra. She doesn't know when to stop saying “It was a fluke!” Honey, a fluke is ONCE. Three times? Now you're just kidding yourself. You know I'm better.”
She flashes a cocky grin at the camera, prompting Carly to yank the microphone out of her hand. She clears her throat, looking to the Teleprompter for a bit of guidance to steer the interview back on the rails.
“Right, Miss Aggressive...this is your fifth outing against Cleopatra. Would you say you've gotten to know her well enough to construct sort of a 'formula' against her?”
Emma takes the mic back, groaning. She sneers at Carly, looking back at the camera.
“Yeah, I know what to expect from her. Overpromising and underdelivering. She's nowhere near as good as she makes herself out to be, and I think it's about time she realizes that nobody besides Ayla's buying her “Cleopatra Reborn” schtick. Your name is Alexandra Kane, you're a fashion mogul, and you're never going to amount to anything here. See, Rayne? She's a ring vet. I was in the first Women's match ever. And you know what? I'm not going to let some hopped-up jackass like you try to steal my thunder. You had a chance, Alex. You could have been champion. But you blew it, and now all you have is a fake champion as your puppet. I have nothing but respect for Zelda Knite at this point. She's, pound for pound, one of the most resilient people I have ever met. She's a determined woman, and there's a reason nobody's been able to beat her straight-up. You? You're like a little child. You brag and you boast about all your shiny toys, but when you lose you stamp your feet and pout, trying to get your way. If you think you can go toe-to-toe with the Queen of Extreme one more time, Alex, I have three words for you: Just bring it.”
Emma grins darkly into the camera, moving on before Carly can try to interject once again.
“Oh, I've got plenty more to say. You'd better damn well believe I've got more to say. Alex, when I say I'm going to beat you, I mean I'm going to destroy you. I'm going to knock every single one of the teeth that make up that annoying grin back down your throat. I'm going to stomp you black and blue. And there isn't a single thing you can do or say that'll make me give you mercy. Mercy is for people that I respect. Mercy is for people that don't try to claim to be gods. I'm not a goddess, Alex. I'm just a Queen. And you have to remember my other name...I am a Hellion. And Friday, on Suspense, at the Richmond Coliseum, I. RAISE. HELL.”
She flips the mic end-over-end, fist gripping it tightly once her little rotational thing is done. Emma shakes her head, chuckling to herself as she remembers what else she has to talk about.
“And then the proverbial third wheel in this whole deal, Roxi Johnson. Rox, you know how I feel about you. I mean, you got the pin that cost me a shot at the Women's Title yet again. But compared to someone like Alex, who I still can't seem to shut up after all this time, or Rayne, who's beyond a shadow of a doubt one of the most experienced female wrestlers we have? I'm sorry, but you're small fry. I'll pay attention to you...in between taking on Rayne and beating the ever-loving hell out of Alex. You just don't worry me NEARLY as much as the other two do. And even then, my biggest concern as far as someone who could get the pin is Rayne. Learn from what happened to Emma English, Roxi. If you get in the way of my goal, than you're going to get demolished.”
She pauses, chuckling to herself.
“I notice that a lot of the women here try to bill themselves as “the Queen of Kings” or the “Queen of Queens.” I'm not that egotistical. I'm not the Queen of anything but Extreme. And you three girls are going to find out that I don't need to have tables or ladders or chairs or kendo sticks to be extreme. They just help. A lot.”
Emma laughs that sinister laugh again as Carly, by now having gotten another microphone, interjects.
“Looks like the last few weeks have brought out a dark side in you. How do you think the nCw fans will react to this?”
Emma looks over at Carly, almost forgetting that she was there in the midst of her speech.
“Honestly? It'd be nice to have them behind me all the way, but if they aren't, I guess I can live without it. My number one goal is getting a title shot, and I'll beat up anyone I need to to get it. But I'm gonna earn it, damn it. Even though I'm one of the founders of this company's women's division and STILL haven't had my shot, I don't want it just handed to me. I'll work for the match, one week at a time.”
Carly nods, turning to the camera and forcing a smile.
“There you have it, folks. Provocative words from Emma Danielson heading into Friday's women's Four Corners match on Suspense. I'm Carly Robins, saying so long and good night.”
Fade to black on Emma stalking past the camera and Carly watching her go.