Post by Zelda Knite on Jun 3, 2010 15:11:09 GMT -6
Walking into the room before the big NCW pay per view, Kyle finds what he's been looking for, finally. Searching everywhere he has finally found her, alone again. He can't help but stare at her for a second as she's laying on the couch that is positioned in the middle of the locker room. With her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms snugly wrapped around her torso she lays there with her eyes closed, closed to the reality that was slowly eating away at her. He stands over her, thinking about waking her so they can talk, but decides to walk away, but it's too late.
-yawn-
She opens her eyes, blood shot from all the tears, but still the bright blue shines through, almost captivating in a way. He smiles at his friend and she returns it. Brushing the long strands of black hair away from her face she sits up, wondering what the occasion was.
“Feeling better”
“Not really... naps help for a while, at least I don't have to think about it then, what's up?”
“Just checking up on you, seeing if you wanted to talk”
“You should just let her go”
“What? How did you know...”
“Because that's all you ever talk about, good lord why sit around and take all her crap?”
“Because I love... or loved her.”
“Love is stupid, she's a waste of time”
“ok.. you know what, I can see that you're not in the mood to talk, So I'm going to...”
“Go, leave... just like everybody else, just walk out, I don't care”
She feels hurt again, throwing her head into the palm of her hands she begins to take deep heavy breaths. What makes her feel even worse is the fact she realizes that she's the cause of it, chasing a friend away with her harsh words, yet she can't seem to stop from lashing out at everybody who crossing her path.
-sigh-
“I'm sorry Zelda, but I can't stick around with you acting like this”
Now she's really mad, and she's not even quite sure why. She just feels so overwhelmed with rage, and so frustrated with holding it back.
“Like what!? A kid!? A child?! A baby!? A small immature person!?”
-crash-
There goes the coffee table, kicked over and sliding across the floor into the wall.
“I wish everybody would quit saying that!”
She's breathing even harder now, barely able to catch her breath it seems and he changes his mind about leaving the room, he can't leave her like this. He's never seen her like this, he's never seen her int his shape, in this frame of mind.... nobody has. What could possibly be wrong is the only thing that crosses his mind.
“are you ok?”
“NO!”
“Zelda...”
“I just can't stand it, it feels like everything is being thrown at me all at once. Everything is balling up in the pit of my stomach and I can't eat, and I can't sleep and I just feel the pain....”
“Calm down”
“I can't... you don't think I've tried “just calming down”? I don't know what's wrong with me”
“I'm here for you if you need me Zelda, and I'm sure there are plenty of others as well, you don't have to go through this alone”
-cries-
Now the tears begin to form in her eyes, the emotions begin to build up again. There hasn't been a day in the past week and half where she hasn't wept, and she still can't understand why. She keeps trying to find the answers but it's becoming nothing more than haze at this point. However, confiding in her friend she tries to let some of what she's feeling out.
“Have you ever just felt so hurt, like you were in so much pain that all you wanted to do was make everybody else around you hurt as well. That the only thing you could do was hope that somehow the pain you're feeling would transfer to them and make you feel better?”
“yes.. I have”
“Good, now picture that... but picture it for every moment of every day and you'll see how I feel. I just wish I could... I don't know”
“I'm right here.... do your worst”
Is he being serious? Does he really want her to hit him? That's all that rushes through Zelda's head as he looks at Falcon standing there with his arms outstretched as if he was ready to take a punch from Mike Tyson.
“You're too sweet”
“Is this not what you wanted? Go ahead.”
“You're just making me feel worse... you haven't done anything to me”
“quit being a baby”
-snap-
Well that does it. Zelda bites her bottom lip as she spins around and plants a balled up fist smashing into his chest with her left hand. She brings it up and again crashes into him as he stands there absorbing the shots without flinching. Even the rougue kick to the shin doesn't move him from his stance as Zelda screams out... her legs turn to rubber as they give out on here, but Kyle is there, catching her in his arms. Her head being pressed against his chest as she weeps into his shirt is oddly comforting, she throws her arms around him and squeezes as tight as she can.... this is actually helping...
“What is wrong with me?”
“It doesn't matter, I'm here for you”
And everything slowly goes dark.
-yawn-
She opens her eyes, blood shot from all the tears, but still the bright blue shines through, almost captivating in a way. He smiles at his friend and she returns it. Brushing the long strands of black hair away from her face she sits up, wondering what the occasion was.
“Feeling better”
“Not really... naps help for a while, at least I don't have to think about it then, what's up?”
“Just checking up on you, seeing if you wanted to talk”
“You should just let her go”
“What? How did you know...”
“Because that's all you ever talk about, good lord why sit around and take all her crap?”
“Because I love... or loved her.”
“Love is stupid, she's a waste of time”
“ok.. you know what, I can see that you're not in the mood to talk, So I'm going to...”
“Go, leave... just like everybody else, just walk out, I don't care”
She feels hurt again, throwing her head into the palm of her hands she begins to take deep heavy breaths. What makes her feel even worse is the fact she realizes that she's the cause of it, chasing a friend away with her harsh words, yet she can't seem to stop from lashing out at everybody who crossing her path.
-sigh-
“I'm sorry Zelda, but I can't stick around with you acting like this”
Now she's really mad, and she's not even quite sure why. She just feels so overwhelmed with rage, and so frustrated with holding it back.
“Like what!? A kid!? A child?! A baby!? A small immature person!?”
-crash-
There goes the coffee table, kicked over and sliding across the floor into the wall.
“I wish everybody would quit saying that!”
She's breathing even harder now, barely able to catch her breath it seems and he changes his mind about leaving the room, he can't leave her like this. He's never seen her like this, he's never seen her int his shape, in this frame of mind.... nobody has. What could possibly be wrong is the only thing that crosses his mind.
“are you ok?”
“NO!”
“Zelda...”
“I just can't stand it, it feels like everything is being thrown at me all at once. Everything is balling up in the pit of my stomach and I can't eat, and I can't sleep and I just feel the pain....”
“Calm down”
“I can't... you don't think I've tried “just calming down”? I don't know what's wrong with me”
“I'm here for you if you need me Zelda, and I'm sure there are plenty of others as well, you don't have to go through this alone”
-cries-
Now the tears begin to form in her eyes, the emotions begin to build up again. There hasn't been a day in the past week and half where she hasn't wept, and she still can't understand why. She keeps trying to find the answers but it's becoming nothing more than haze at this point. However, confiding in her friend she tries to let some of what she's feeling out.
“Have you ever just felt so hurt, like you were in so much pain that all you wanted to do was make everybody else around you hurt as well. That the only thing you could do was hope that somehow the pain you're feeling would transfer to them and make you feel better?”
“yes.. I have”
“Good, now picture that... but picture it for every moment of every day and you'll see how I feel. I just wish I could... I don't know”
“I'm right here.... do your worst”
Is he being serious? Does he really want her to hit him? That's all that rushes through Zelda's head as he looks at Falcon standing there with his arms outstretched as if he was ready to take a punch from Mike Tyson.
“You're too sweet”
“Is this not what you wanted? Go ahead.”
“You're just making me feel worse... you haven't done anything to me”
“quit being a baby”
-snap-
Well that does it. Zelda bites her bottom lip as she spins around and plants a balled up fist smashing into his chest with her left hand. She brings it up and again crashes into him as he stands there absorbing the shots without flinching. Even the rougue kick to the shin doesn't move him from his stance as Zelda screams out... her legs turn to rubber as they give out on here, but Kyle is there, catching her in his arms. Her head being pressed against his chest as she weeps into his shirt is oddly comforting, she throws her arms around him and squeezes as tight as she can.... this is actually helping...
“What is wrong with me?”
“It doesn't matter, I'm here for you”
And everything slowly goes dark.
~Why is it that I don't care how you feel about me? Maybe it's because I know in the end it doesn't matter, nothing you say now will mean anything when that bell rings and you can taste that gold, and you can just picture yourself modeling it naked in the mirror for all your one night stands to see. I'm not stupid Emma, I know people have a lot of respect for what I've been able to do, and for what I've been able to accomplish... it doesn't mean jack when they're inside that ring thought, because then it's their lively hood versus mine and to this point mine has been coming out on top more often than not.
I'm not going to let you trick me into some false sense of security to where I trust you, to where I respect you back, I'm not going to trust you. That's when you'll strike if I do, when I least expect it, no I'm going to come into this match expecting you to want to beat my pretty little face in until I need plastic surgery. I know you, I've seen your act plenty of times we were in the first ever NCW women's division match for chrissakes. Don't think for a second I don't kn ow what you'd be willing to do to rip that title out of my hands.. you'd likely take my hands with it.
You want to hurt me, I know, because I've said some nasty things about you before, you want this title, I know... it's what every woman wants. You want to have the type of career I've had so far in NCW, I get that, but I won't let it happen. I won't let you try and weasel your way into a cheap win because you took my defense down, I'm going to come at you like Wolverine to win this match. I'm not in the mood to put up with the lies that spew from your mouth, the spew from everybody's mouths. I won't stand for it.
I can see you're going to be ready, why wouldn't you be, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You're not the one who is putting some unrealistic win streak on the line in this match. You're not the one putting a world title on the line in this match, you're not the one who has this legacy of always pulling it out in the end stigma on you in this match. All you have to do is come out there and wrestle, hoping for the best. Me I'm practically putting my entire career to this point on the line. What is it everybody is saying about Zelda Knite right now? That she always wins and that she's the world champion, losing to you will take both of the things that are remember-able about me and rip them away.... I can't have that happen, not on top of everything else!
If you want to fight me... fine. I'll fight, I will stand toe to toe with the barrel throwing deranged monkey, and prove to you once and for all that I'm not just some cute little video game loving princess. Break my nose, I don't care. Punch me in the mouth... I don't care. If you thought I was good before, wait until you see what I'm capable of when I feel my back is against the wall, when I feel like I have no other choice but to make somebody hurt. First I'll hurt you physically by winning this match, then you'll be hurt emotionally when you realize all that hard work you've put into this was all for nothing, and then... I'll offer to shake your hand and hopefully we can finally put all of this behind us. You were the start of this “streak”, and you're certainly not going to be the end of it.
This is my legend Emma, not yours. This is my story, and it's only just beginning. I will keep going, I will keep climbing no matter what's going on around me, no matter what's happening in my life, I'll keep getting better and I'll keep giving it my all. This is my legend... and legends don't end with the hero losing to drunken bar fly at the end.~
I'm not going to let you trick me into some false sense of security to where I trust you, to where I respect you back, I'm not going to trust you. That's when you'll strike if I do, when I least expect it, no I'm going to come into this match expecting you to want to beat my pretty little face in until I need plastic surgery. I know you, I've seen your act plenty of times we were in the first ever NCW women's division match for chrissakes. Don't think for a second I don't kn ow what you'd be willing to do to rip that title out of my hands.. you'd likely take my hands with it.
You want to hurt me, I know, because I've said some nasty things about you before, you want this title, I know... it's what every woman wants. You want to have the type of career I've had so far in NCW, I get that, but I won't let it happen. I won't let you try and weasel your way into a cheap win because you took my defense down, I'm going to come at you like Wolverine to win this match. I'm not in the mood to put up with the lies that spew from your mouth, the spew from everybody's mouths. I won't stand for it.
I can see you're going to be ready, why wouldn't you be, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. You're not the one who is putting some unrealistic win streak on the line in this match. You're not the one putting a world title on the line in this match, you're not the one who has this legacy of always pulling it out in the end stigma on you in this match. All you have to do is come out there and wrestle, hoping for the best. Me I'm practically putting my entire career to this point on the line. What is it everybody is saying about Zelda Knite right now? That she always wins and that she's the world champion, losing to you will take both of the things that are remember-able about me and rip them away.... I can't have that happen, not on top of everything else!
If you want to fight me... fine. I'll fight, I will stand toe to toe with the barrel throwing deranged monkey, and prove to you once and for all that I'm not just some cute little video game loving princess. Break my nose, I don't care. Punch me in the mouth... I don't care. If you thought I was good before, wait until you see what I'm capable of when I feel my back is against the wall, when I feel like I have no other choice but to make somebody hurt. First I'll hurt you physically by winning this match, then you'll be hurt emotionally when you realize all that hard work you've put into this was all for nothing, and then... I'll offer to shake your hand and hopefully we can finally put all of this behind us. You were the start of this “streak”, and you're certainly not going to be the end of it.
This is my legend Emma, not yours. This is my story, and it's only just beginning. I will keep going, I will keep climbing no matter what's going on around me, no matter what's happening in my life, I'll keep getting better and I'll keep giving it my all. This is my legend... and legends don't end with the hero losing to drunken bar fly at the end.~