Post by Tara Fenix on Apr 28, 2010 12:58:49 GMT -6
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*The scene opens up inside of the locker room of Tara Fenix, over at a more unfamiliar part of the locker room…rarely ever shown on the camera. She had liked to keep a desk of her own to do her own paperwork while she was on the road, which required her to have all the basic equipment. The desk was made neat, as she looked down towards a paper on the desk. There was the sound of a television heard by the camera, but not visible, at the moment, but it was really low as Tara seemed to really be concentrating on whatever it was that she was writing.*
“Statistics.”
I thought to myself, doing this basic math. The moment that I heard Emma Danielson mention the statistics, I figured that I would show her the basic math rather than just explain it. I heard the cameraman open the door when he first came in, and knew my locker room was presentable.
*Tara looked up towards the camera, setting the pen down on the desk as her right hand had grabbed just the edge of the paper. She didn’t lift it right away, but stared straight ahead into the camera with just a stern look on her face.*
“Statistics, Emma. I mentioned the fact that I have one victory and three losses, which…if you had paid attention to my promo - and by your actions in yours, I don’t believe you did - you would have heard me state my record, and wouldn’t have had to waste your time looking it up on the internet. I’m glad you did, though, you showed me that you at least have enough intelligence to turn your computer on. However, you failed to show your intelligence of basic math…”
*At this statement, Tara did lift the paper up so that the camera could see what Tara had written. Simple math formulas that explained the percentage.*
“To find the percentages is simple. Fractions. One over four, equals ‘X’ over 100. Our task is to figure out what ‘X’ is equal to. It’s twenty-five, by the way. Then we take a look at your record, which is three wins, six losses, one draw. You add all those up to equal ten. You’ve had three victories. So, as you can see.”
*With the paper still held in her hand, she uses her other hand to point directly to the three that’s on the paper.*
“Three over ten equals ‘X’ over 100. Now, you’ve already pointed out that you fail at basic math, so the answer is thirty. We’ve just found out the percentages! I have a winning percentage of twenty-five percent. You have a winning percentage of thirty percent.”
As I said to her, it’s basic math. I truly don’t understand why she’d think that I would bring it up in my promo, which I've just done to simply make a point to her.
“What’s all that for? You said that I was going to bring up your ‘less than stellar’ record…and I ask you: Who am I to bring up your record? I’m one of the last people that would want to bring it up. Percentages showed that. I have a lower winning percentage than you, and sure, I have less matches, but it doesn’t change that. So, what purpose would that serve?”
*Tara gave a blank stare, and shrugged her shoulders at the camera before leaning back in the chair. Her arms went onto the armrest, as she gently rocked back and forth, and her eyes still looking into the camera.*
“I just find it amusing that you try so hard to be like me…yet, you say I’m not an icon. Here you are, imitating me. Imitation is often the greatest form of flattery. I’ve made it one of my famous lines to speak to my opponents, and tell them that I know what they’re going to do. I know what they’re going to say. How many times have I been wrong? It’s a game of mentality, Emma. I know what you’re going to say because I flat out say what you are going to say, and you may have not had it in your mind right away, but now you do…now you know what you’re going to say. Because I told you what to say. A game of chess, if you will.”
*She finally stood up from the chair, pushing herself from the chair with her arms. Once to her feet, she slowly walked around to the other end of the table, where we saw a chessboard already setup, and she went over to the couch to sit next to it.*
How I loved the game of chess. A simple game, eight by eight…sixteen pieces for each player. A game of wits. If people really knew how to play the game, they would know that they’re playing the player, not the game.
“The idea of the game is to get your opponent to play your game, and the best players always…let me repeat that for you: ALWAYS make the other player think that they’re playing their game, when they are in fact playing yours. Of course, we have these little starters…”
*Tara moves the pawn on E2 up to E4.*
“Only on the first move can pawns do that. You see that I’ve decided to do this, and you’re not thinking much on it…but I’ve just opened up my queen and my bishop to move. I can win using any piece I want, but these are my two favorite pieces to start, because the queen can move diagonal, forward, backward…as many spaces as she wants, so long as nothing is in the way. The bishop can just move diagonal, as far as he wants so long as nothing is in the way. Back to the game. You’re not thinking too much on that one movement. Let’s say you decide to move your knight, like so.”
*Tara grabs the black knight at B8 to C6.*
“You make that move, knowing that the knight can jump over their own pieces. This gives you a little bit of control, and a little bit of defense…I move my Queen from here, to here…”
*As she says that, she grabs the white Queen piece and moves it from D1 to F3.*
“You’re still not thinking too much on it, probably looking for a way for you to kill that queen…knowing that if I lose that queen, I’m at a distinct disadvantage in the game. So you start off by getting your pawn here…”
*She gently just puts her hand over the pawn at G7 while staring up at the camera.*
“Up here.”
*She moves it two spaces forward, so it’s now on G5.*
“I’m not worried, though. I keep to my original plan, which, unless you counter quickly is going to win the game. I move my bishop on the white squares, as that is the one with the opening.”
*Tara quickly moves the bishop from F1 to C4.*
“Maybe you notice the bishop as the most vulnerable at the moment. No one to defend him, and I have him there for a reason…so if you were to make an attacking move.”
*She moves the pawn from B7 up to B5, and looks into the camera, again.*
“I can either flip out…and believe that I’m going to lose that piece, or I can keep my composure, and keep to my game plan. Which, if you made that move, you already walked into what I was intending to do from the very beginning of the game. And I can do it with either that queen, or that bishop.”
*Tara moves the queen, as she noted is her favorite piece, from its position at F3 up to F7, killing one of the pawns in the process.*
“Checkmate.”
I shrugged my shoulders at that quick game that I played against myself, just giving them the visualization of what wrestling is to me. What the mentality means to me. Of course, wrestling wasn’t quite so simple…the odds of me taking a sacrifice to make the more important move would be pretty rare, which, in a longer game of chess, would be what would ultimately have to happen. I believe that they got the idea, though. I’m going to make them play my game, even if they don’t realize it, and I will win by them playing my game.
“Mentality, as I said. Yes, it’s important to have that kind of mentality in the ring, and yes, you do have to have the skills to back up your mind…without the legs, without the arms, you wouldn’t be able to win. Period. Great point there, Emma, but a useless one. The impression that I got from you was that you were just spitting out the first things that came to your mind, and you really put no thought into what you said. You had no organizational skills, you had no direction, you didn’t convince me that I may not win. Isn’t that point of these?”
I paused for a moment, thinking about this myself. What were the point of these promos? I mean, everybody says that talk is cheap…yet we still do it. Everything that matters happens in that ring. I saw these promos as nothing more than a chance to get the mental edge over my opponents, so the saying of “talk is cheap” was rather bland.
“Anyways…you clearly don’t have the brains to go with the brawn, Emma, so, as far as I can say, you’ve already lost. Let me go onto someone who actually has a few brain cells left.”
I couldn’t keep myself chuckling at the thought of everything that I heard, and saw from her own promo. She’s still running around acting like she’s some major woman in a mob, and I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else has noticed that in every single one of her promos she has always been watching mine? You’d think that she would catch it on her own time so when we go to watch hers, we don’t have to always hit the fast forward button.
“First of all, girl, you’re still running around with this whole mob family and thinking that we really care. I mean, seriously…the odds of you being in the mob are about as slim as Christian Bale in The Machinist. The moment that the police find out that you’re in the mob, they’re going to be putting a tail on you…all the time. You’re not going to be able to do anything with them, if that’s truly what you do, because people are going to know that you have a tail. If you don’t have a tail, you have a wire. You can say it all you want, these police aren’t going to follow you because you do nothing illegal on the camera…but they know you do it off the camera. You’d be on your way to jail if you were really in the mob.”
*Tara leaned back on the sofa, and put her arm across the top of the couch with one foot coming up onto the table, just to the side of the chessboard.*
“That’s beside the point of the match. I was merely just commenting at how ridiculous it is to believe that you are actually a mobster. Let’s get to a few of your points…you stated that the third time is the charm, and implied that I had said it. I don’t recall saying it, personally, and I was reviewing Emma’s promo after I had watched it. I didn’t hear her say it. It seems that you have a little bit of a problem with these implications, and putting words into our mouths. Why do you do this? Why do you say that we say something, when we don’t? I mean…easy wins, as well. Where did I say that this was going to be easy?”
I shook my head very slowly, and smirked at the camera in front of me. This time, I spoke what I thought:
“You need to check your facts, girl. Because nowhere did I say that the third time is the charm…I’ve already been past three matches. This is my first chance at earning the number one contender spot for the Women’s World Championship. So…where is this ‘third’ that you speak of? I never said it was going to be an easy win. I said that I was going to win. I never said it would be easy.”
Maybe she wasn’t as smart as I gave her credit for.
“Another thing that you fail to note is the fact that you have three people at ringside to watch your back…Cleopatra has Ayla at her side to watch her back. Both of you fail at being able to complete a match on your own. So I will compare you to her, and I don’t care how much that you hate her. It doesn’t change that you’re still every bit as like her, just living in different times…she can’t get out of the BC’s, you can’t get out of the 1920s. People generally tend to hate those with so many similarities to them. That could be why you hate her.”
Both of my opponents seemed to lack various features that I took pride in. Intelligence, and attention to detail. I would say athleticism, but I couldn’t deny that they could do certain things in the ring. Some of the things they could pull, even Joanne, I would say that I was impressed by…but anyone can do the flash, and even get a lucky break to take the win. I know this wasn’t worth mentioning aloud, because they’d just turn it on me…I had the statistics against me, after all.
*Tara brought her leg back down to the floor, and leaned forward on the couch bringing her hands together in front of her.*
“Respect. That seems to be the common ground between all of us, besides…of course…wanting to walk out with the win. Respect means a lot to us, in our own way. Emma, for example, seems to see the respect as everything that happens in NCW. Only NCW. Only here, and only now. Until you earn that respect, it seems she’s not going to respect me. Joanne Canelli always talks about how nothing that happens in the ring should be taken personally, and I said to her from the very first week; wrestling is my life. It is personal to me. From the moment that the match is announced, to the moment that bell sounds. It. Is. Personal. From her style, I couldn’t respect her even after the match…so yes, I did want that rematch. I got that rematch. And I tried to beat that respect into her, but it didn’t work.”
Yet. I would have my third opportunity to beat that respect into Joanne Canelli, and my first opportunity to get the respect out of Emma Danielson, when I walk out with the win. When I do. Not if.
“I see respect differently, though. I’m one of the many people that came from that other organization, and I take pride in everything that I did there…I keep the respect out of everything that I accomplished over there. Not every person was there, though, so they don’t see that. They don’t see the respect! For example, I know that Brad Kane and I don’t always get along. We genuinely dislike each other. Some may say that he may even hate me. But I respect him. I respect what he did over there, just as much as I respect what he did here.
I haven’t had much of a career over here, but I’m building it. I shouldn’t be taken lightly just because I don’t have that history here, but I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Many people backstage can, and do vouch for me. Former World Champions…vouch for me. World Champion contenders…vouch for me. Hall of Famers…vouch for me.
What have I done in my stay in New Championship Wrestling? Honestly, I feel like I’ve let them down. I’ve let everything that they said about me to be part of that whole “talk is cheap” phrase that Emma practically threw at me by saying that actions speak louder than words. Because I have talked a lot, and I haven’t backed it up enough. This is the big stage, though, this is what I am used to - how ‘bout you?”
The biggest stage in New Championship Wrestling. That’s where I was making my pay-per-view debut here, at A Night to Remember. Even if it was going to be just on the internet for the fans that chose to watch, I still saw it as: A Night to Remember.
“Actions will speak louder than words, Emma. I don’t disagree with you there. But what I say I will do to you this Sunday, I am going to do…actions do speak louder, until you tell them exactly what you’ll do. I will go out to that ring. I will beat you. Whether I force you or Joanne to tap out, or whether I pin you or Joanne. I will win. I’ve talked enough for this promo. I wish you both the best of luck. In your future endeavors.”
***Scene fades.***
“Statistics.”
I thought to myself, doing this basic math. The moment that I heard Emma Danielson mention the statistics, I figured that I would show her the basic math rather than just explain it. I heard the cameraman open the door when he first came in, and knew my locker room was presentable.
*Tara looked up towards the camera, setting the pen down on the desk as her right hand had grabbed just the edge of the paper. She didn’t lift it right away, but stared straight ahead into the camera with just a stern look on her face.*
“Statistics, Emma. I mentioned the fact that I have one victory and three losses, which…if you had paid attention to my promo - and by your actions in yours, I don’t believe you did - you would have heard me state my record, and wouldn’t have had to waste your time looking it up on the internet. I’m glad you did, though, you showed me that you at least have enough intelligence to turn your computer on. However, you failed to show your intelligence of basic math…”
*At this statement, Tara did lift the paper up so that the camera could see what Tara had written. Simple math formulas that explained the percentage.*
“To find the percentages is simple. Fractions. One over four, equals ‘X’ over 100. Our task is to figure out what ‘X’ is equal to. It’s twenty-five, by the way. Then we take a look at your record, which is three wins, six losses, one draw. You add all those up to equal ten. You’ve had three victories. So, as you can see.”
*With the paper still held in her hand, she uses her other hand to point directly to the three that’s on the paper.*
“Three over ten equals ‘X’ over 100. Now, you’ve already pointed out that you fail at basic math, so the answer is thirty. We’ve just found out the percentages! I have a winning percentage of twenty-five percent. You have a winning percentage of thirty percent.”
As I said to her, it’s basic math. I truly don’t understand why she’d think that I would bring it up in my promo, which I've just done to simply make a point to her.
“What’s all that for? You said that I was going to bring up your ‘less than stellar’ record…and I ask you: Who am I to bring up your record? I’m one of the last people that would want to bring it up. Percentages showed that. I have a lower winning percentage than you, and sure, I have less matches, but it doesn’t change that. So, what purpose would that serve?”
*Tara gave a blank stare, and shrugged her shoulders at the camera before leaning back in the chair. Her arms went onto the armrest, as she gently rocked back and forth, and her eyes still looking into the camera.*
“I just find it amusing that you try so hard to be like me…yet, you say I’m not an icon. Here you are, imitating me. Imitation is often the greatest form of flattery. I’ve made it one of my famous lines to speak to my opponents, and tell them that I know what they’re going to do. I know what they’re going to say. How many times have I been wrong? It’s a game of mentality, Emma. I know what you’re going to say because I flat out say what you are going to say, and you may have not had it in your mind right away, but now you do…now you know what you’re going to say. Because I told you what to say. A game of chess, if you will.”
*She finally stood up from the chair, pushing herself from the chair with her arms. Once to her feet, she slowly walked around to the other end of the table, where we saw a chessboard already setup, and she went over to the couch to sit next to it.*
How I loved the game of chess. A simple game, eight by eight…sixteen pieces for each player. A game of wits. If people really knew how to play the game, they would know that they’re playing the player, not the game.
“The idea of the game is to get your opponent to play your game, and the best players always…let me repeat that for you: ALWAYS make the other player think that they’re playing their game, when they are in fact playing yours. Of course, we have these little starters…”
*Tara moves the pawn on E2 up to E4.*
“Only on the first move can pawns do that. You see that I’ve decided to do this, and you’re not thinking much on it…but I’ve just opened up my queen and my bishop to move. I can win using any piece I want, but these are my two favorite pieces to start, because the queen can move diagonal, forward, backward…as many spaces as she wants, so long as nothing is in the way. The bishop can just move diagonal, as far as he wants so long as nothing is in the way. Back to the game. You’re not thinking too much on that one movement. Let’s say you decide to move your knight, like so.”
*Tara grabs the black knight at B8 to C6.*
“You make that move, knowing that the knight can jump over their own pieces. This gives you a little bit of control, and a little bit of defense…I move my Queen from here, to here…”
*As she says that, she grabs the white Queen piece and moves it from D1 to F3.*
“You’re still not thinking too much on it, probably looking for a way for you to kill that queen…knowing that if I lose that queen, I’m at a distinct disadvantage in the game. So you start off by getting your pawn here…”
*She gently just puts her hand over the pawn at G7 while staring up at the camera.*
“Up here.”
*She moves it two spaces forward, so it’s now on G5.*
“I’m not worried, though. I keep to my original plan, which, unless you counter quickly is going to win the game. I move my bishop on the white squares, as that is the one with the opening.”
*Tara quickly moves the bishop from F1 to C4.*
“Maybe you notice the bishop as the most vulnerable at the moment. No one to defend him, and I have him there for a reason…so if you were to make an attacking move.”
*She moves the pawn from B7 up to B5, and looks into the camera, again.*
“I can either flip out…and believe that I’m going to lose that piece, or I can keep my composure, and keep to my game plan. Which, if you made that move, you already walked into what I was intending to do from the very beginning of the game. And I can do it with either that queen, or that bishop.”
*Tara moves the queen, as she noted is her favorite piece, from its position at F3 up to F7, killing one of the pawns in the process.*
“Checkmate.”
I shrugged my shoulders at that quick game that I played against myself, just giving them the visualization of what wrestling is to me. What the mentality means to me. Of course, wrestling wasn’t quite so simple…the odds of me taking a sacrifice to make the more important move would be pretty rare, which, in a longer game of chess, would be what would ultimately have to happen. I believe that they got the idea, though. I’m going to make them play my game, even if they don’t realize it, and I will win by them playing my game.
“Mentality, as I said. Yes, it’s important to have that kind of mentality in the ring, and yes, you do have to have the skills to back up your mind…without the legs, without the arms, you wouldn’t be able to win. Period. Great point there, Emma, but a useless one. The impression that I got from you was that you were just spitting out the first things that came to your mind, and you really put no thought into what you said. You had no organizational skills, you had no direction, you didn’t convince me that I may not win. Isn’t that point of these?”
I paused for a moment, thinking about this myself. What were the point of these promos? I mean, everybody says that talk is cheap…yet we still do it. Everything that matters happens in that ring. I saw these promos as nothing more than a chance to get the mental edge over my opponents, so the saying of “talk is cheap” was rather bland.
“Anyways…you clearly don’t have the brains to go with the brawn, Emma, so, as far as I can say, you’ve already lost. Let me go onto someone who actually has a few brain cells left.”
I couldn’t keep myself chuckling at the thought of everything that I heard, and saw from her own promo. She’s still running around acting like she’s some major woman in a mob, and I couldn’t help but wonder if anyone else has noticed that in every single one of her promos she has always been watching mine? You’d think that she would catch it on her own time so when we go to watch hers, we don’t have to always hit the fast forward button.
“First of all, girl, you’re still running around with this whole mob family and thinking that we really care. I mean, seriously…the odds of you being in the mob are about as slim as Christian Bale in The Machinist. The moment that the police find out that you’re in the mob, they’re going to be putting a tail on you…all the time. You’re not going to be able to do anything with them, if that’s truly what you do, because people are going to know that you have a tail. If you don’t have a tail, you have a wire. You can say it all you want, these police aren’t going to follow you because you do nothing illegal on the camera…but they know you do it off the camera. You’d be on your way to jail if you were really in the mob.”
*Tara leaned back on the sofa, and put her arm across the top of the couch with one foot coming up onto the table, just to the side of the chessboard.*
“That’s beside the point of the match. I was merely just commenting at how ridiculous it is to believe that you are actually a mobster. Let’s get to a few of your points…you stated that the third time is the charm, and implied that I had said it. I don’t recall saying it, personally, and I was reviewing Emma’s promo after I had watched it. I didn’t hear her say it. It seems that you have a little bit of a problem with these implications, and putting words into our mouths. Why do you do this? Why do you say that we say something, when we don’t? I mean…easy wins, as well. Where did I say that this was going to be easy?”
I shook my head very slowly, and smirked at the camera in front of me. This time, I spoke what I thought:
“You need to check your facts, girl. Because nowhere did I say that the third time is the charm…I’ve already been past three matches. This is my first chance at earning the number one contender spot for the Women’s World Championship. So…where is this ‘third’ that you speak of? I never said it was going to be an easy win. I said that I was going to win. I never said it would be easy.”
Maybe she wasn’t as smart as I gave her credit for.
“Another thing that you fail to note is the fact that you have three people at ringside to watch your back…Cleopatra has Ayla at her side to watch her back. Both of you fail at being able to complete a match on your own. So I will compare you to her, and I don’t care how much that you hate her. It doesn’t change that you’re still every bit as like her, just living in different times…she can’t get out of the BC’s, you can’t get out of the 1920s. People generally tend to hate those with so many similarities to them. That could be why you hate her.”
Both of my opponents seemed to lack various features that I took pride in. Intelligence, and attention to detail. I would say athleticism, but I couldn’t deny that they could do certain things in the ring. Some of the things they could pull, even Joanne, I would say that I was impressed by…but anyone can do the flash, and even get a lucky break to take the win. I know this wasn’t worth mentioning aloud, because they’d just turn it on me…I had the statistics against me, after all.
*Tara brought her leg back down to the floor, and leaned forward on the couch bringing her hands together in front of her.*
“Respect. That seems to be the common ground between all of us, besides…of course…wanting to walk out with the win. Respect means a lot to us, in our own way. Emma, for example, seems to see the respect as everything that happens in NCW. Only NCW. Only here, and only now. Until you earn that respect, it seems she’s not going to respect me. Joanne Canelli always talks about how nothing that happens in the ring should be taken personally, and I said to her from the very first week; wrestling is my life. It is personal to me. From the moment that the match is announced, to the moment that bell sounds. It. Is. Personal. From her style, I couldn’t respect her even after the match…so yes, I did want that rematch. I got that rematch. And I tried to beat that respect into her, but it didn’t work.”
Yet. I would have my third opportunity to beat that respect into Joanne Canelli, and my first opportunity to get the respect out of Emma Danielson, when I walk out with the win. When I do. Not if.
“I see respect differently, though. I’m one of the many people that came from that other organization, and I take pride in everything that I did there…I keep the respect out of everything that I accomplished over there. Not every person was there, though, so they don’t see that. They don’t see the respect! For example, I know that Brad Kane and I don’t always get along. We genuinely dislike each other. Some may say that he may even hate me. But I respect him. I respect what he did over there, just as much as I respect what he did here.
I haven’t had much of a career over here, but I’m building it. I shouldn’t be taken lightly just because I don’t have that history here, but I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Many people backstage can, and do vouch for me. Former World Champions…vouch for me. World Champion contenders…vouch for me. Hall of Famers…vouch for me.
What have I done in my stay in New Championship Wrestling? Honestly, I feel like I’ve let them down. I’ve let everything that they said about me to be part of that whole “talk is cheap” phrase that Emma practically threw at me by saying that actions speak louder than words. Because I have talked a lot, and I haven’t backed it up enough. This is the big stage, though, this is what I am used to - how ‘bout you?”
The biggest stage in New Championship Wrestling. That’s where I was making my pay-per-view debut here, at A Night to Remember. Even if it was going to be just on the internet for the fans that chose to watch, I still saw it as: A Night to Remember.
“Actions will speak louder than words, Emma. I don’t disagree with you there. But what I say I will do to you this Sunday, I am going to do…actions do speak louder, until you tell them exactly what you’ll do. I will go out to that ring. I will beat you. Whether I force you or Joanne to tap out, or whether I pin you or Joanne. I will win. I’ve talked enough for this promo. I wish you both the best of luck. In your future endeavors.”
***Scene fades.***