Post by Emma Danielson on Jun 3, 2010 22:16:00 GMT -6
Fade in on Emma Danielson asleep in her hotel room bed, still wearing the dress from her last video. The camera shows only her half, but she's sleeping with a big grin on her face. She rolls over and the camera pans to show the rest of her bed is empty, but a small note is waiting on her bedside table. She opens her eyes, eager for a moment but disappointed at what she sees, or rather what she doesn't see. Her eyes raise and catch the note, which she rolls over to grab. Emma sits up, unfolding it and reading aloud.
“Dear Emma...I had a great time last night, but you're my friend. While I do like you, if you want to get into anything more serious, I'm gonna have to give it time. You know how relationships can be. Best of friends go a bit too far and suddenly they lose it all...I carried you in from the car, you fell asleep. There's a six-pack of Heineken in the fridge if you want any. Good luck Sunday, we're all rooting for you in the Jacobsen household. Hope you slept well, Rick.”
She pauses for a moment before setting the note down on the side table. Emma looks up at the ceiling, biting her lip and trying to choke back her emotions. Emma stands up slowly and walks out to the kitchen, opening the refridgerator where lo and behold, a six-pack of Heineken sits on one of the shelves. She reaches in, pulling it out, and looks at it, torn between her pledge and her feelings. A voiceover starts, with Emma noticeably distraught, though not so to render what she says incomprehensible.
“The third step is to turn your life over to the loving care of your higher power...but they don't tell you what to do when that power abandons you. This has been a very strange week for me, Zelda...I've been trying to be respectful and show you some courtesy...and in return you snap at me like I was the Antichrist and the source of all of your problems. News flash: I'm not. The source of your problems is named Steve Awesome. Not Kelly Knite, not Adam Knite, Steve Awesome...but you've got Ky—Falcon to fall back on. Me? I'm not sure if I have anyone anymore...”
She sets the bottles on the counter, cracking the top off of one. She pauses one more time, giving her a final chance to turn back from what she's about to do. The voiceover comes again.
“You're putting a lot on the line, Zelda. Your title, your winning streak...but think about it: is that Women's Title worth it? Is it worth it to change who you are and become a snippy bitch? I'm done trying to be nice, Zelda. I tried that and I didn't get any results. On another note, you might want to get your ears checked, because I've been way less hostile this week. I guess we had a quota between the two of us and you picked up on it. Zelda, go ahead and talk...”
Emma throws her head back, chugging down the beer. The scene fades out on Emma speaking once more.
“...I'm going to act.”
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Fade back in on Emma wearing her usual T-shirt and jeans combo. She has another bottle of beer in her hand, and her expression shows none of the warmth and generosity of her previous videos. The glare in her eyes tells the whole story: she means business again, and she's going to let everyone know. Emma speaks, barely keeping her anger seething beneath the surface.
“Well...I took a look at what you had to say, Zelda. And let me tell you...you've fallen far, you little pixie. You've gone from being someone all the fans could love to being worse than Fenix. And that's quite the drop. Let me tell you...you were fretting about me breaking you to get that Women's Title? You just spoke a self-fulfilling prophecy. Your need to constantly harp on my drinking and my not being a f***ing supermodel just pushed me over the edge. I didn't WANT to beat you senseless and screw up your face, as you were oh-so concerned about, but I'm going to now.”
She cracks her knuckles, setting the beer down and leaning back. The sneer on her face tells just how much Zelda's comments changed her demeanor.
“You can try to beat me physically and emotionally. But when you offer that hand...I am going to pull you in and keep beating. I get what the Young Guns were saying. You're a kid who doesn't know when to shut up. If I have to shut you the hell up with my boot, then I will. I wasn't lying, you paranoid egocentric jackass. You just don't know how to trust ANYBODY, and it's going to drive everyone away from you. If you were the Zelda that we've all known over the last six months? You'd still have the Zombies, no matter what. But you've done my job for me. You made yourself look pathetic with your temper tantrum about me taking away “what's recognizable about you.” Give me a f***ing break. You're still the top competitor in this company, male or female. No amount of your bitching will change that...until even Ruston Bourne is tired of protecting your ass and lets Leo go ahead and strip your title like he tried to.”
Emma finishes off her beer, tossing it aside. She grins as it makes a clinking noise when it falls into the bag where two other bottles already rest. She turns back the direction she was facing, shaking her head.
“You've haven't seen what I can do, Zelda. You haven't seen the kind of brutality I'm capable of. You can talk tough about how you've wrestled me before and know what's coming...but we never wrestled for the Women's Title. We never had that prize up between us. And you know what lengths people will go to when you've got something that precious on the line. If you want to come and talk big, you had better bring what you've brought before. All good things must come to an end, Zelda. And one of those good things is your title reign. One is your winning streak. I am the alpha and the omega, Zel. What started with me is going to end with me.”
She grabs a fourth bottle off the floor, cracking it open and taking a sip.
“I made myself a promise that I wasn't going to drink this week...but I had something good pulled away from me. You get everything handed to you, Zelda. You fought for that title, yeah. But you have everyone trying to comfort you and you won't pull your head out of your ass long enough to listen. It's actually kind of disgusting. You've been on top so long, you've grown entitled. I never got why you always complained to Adam. He's spoiled you rotten, Zelda, and all you give him is verbal abuse. You don't deserve a loving family like that, Zelda. Not with how you've been acting.”
Emma takes another swig from the bottle, sighing as the liquor runs down her throat. Her thoughts briefly drift to Rick and the note he left, but she shakes her head and refocuses on the task at hand.
“I keep talking trash about you, and I realize it's because it's what I'm best at. All of those attempts at being nice? They failed miserably. This is what I was meant for. This is how it was supposed to go. I'm coming back to get vengeance for the start of all of this. You're not the hero, Zelda. You're a fallen hero. You were good, but you've lost what made you a good person. If I have to beat the asshole out of you, I'll do it, inch by inch. Zelda, for you...for your title reign...for all of the claims you've made in the ring, I have two words.”
She grins, finishing off the beer and tossing it aside lazily. She leans forward into the camera, carefully enunciating each word.
“Game. Over.”
Emma stands up and walks out of shot. Fade to black.
“Dear Emma...I had a great time last night, but you're my friend. While I do like you, if you want to get into anything more serious, I'm gonna have to give it time. You know how relationships can be. Best of friends go a bit too far and suddenly they lose it all...I carried you in from the car, you fell asleep. There's a six-pack of Heineken in the fridge if you want any. Good luck Sunday, we're all rooting for you in the Jacobsen household. Hope you slept well, Rick.”
She pauses for a moment before setting the note down on the side table. Emma looks up at the ceiling, biting her lip and trying to choke back her emotions. Emma stands up slowly and walks out to the kitchen, opening the refridgerator where lo and behold, a six-pack of Heineken sits on one of the shelves. She reaches in, pulling it out, and looks at it, torn between her pledge and her feelings. A voiceover starts, with Emma noticeably distraught, though not so to render what she says incomprehensible.
“The third step is to turn your life over to the loving care of your higher power...but they don't tell you what to do when that power abandons you. This has been a very strange week for me, Zelda...I've been trying to be respectful and show you some courtesy...and in return you snap at me like I was the Antichrist and the source of all of your problems. News flash: I'm not. The source of your problems is named Steve Awesome. Not Kelly Knite, not Adam Knite, Steve Awesome...but you've got Ky—Falcon to fall back on. Me? I'm not sure if I have anyone anymore...”
She sets the bottles on the counter, cracking the top off of one. She pauses one more time, giving her a final chance to turn back from what she's about to do. The voiceover comes again.
“You're putting a lot on the line, Zelda. Your title, your winning streak...but think about it: is that Women's Title worth it? Is it worth it to change who you are and become a snippy bitch? I'm done trying to be nice, Zelda. I tried that and I didn't get any results. On another note, you might want to get your ears checked, because I've been way less hostile this week. I guess we had a quota between the two of us and you picked up on it. Zelda, go ahead and talk...”
Emma throws her head back, chugging down the beer. The scene fades out on Emma speaking once more.
“...I'm going to act.”
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Fade back in on Emma wearing her usual T-shirt and jeans combo. She has another bottle of beer in her hand, and her expression shows none of the warmth and generosity of her previous videos. The glare in her eyes tells the whole story: she means business again, and she's going to let everyone know. Emma speaks, barely keeping her anger seething beneath the surface.
“Well...I took a look at what you had to say, Zelda. And let me tell you...you've fallen far, you little pixie. You've gone from being someone all the fans could love to being worse than Fenix. And that's quite the drop. Let me tell you...you were fretting about me breaking you to get that Women's Title? You just spoke a self-fulfilling prophecy. Your need to constantly harp on my drinking and my not being a f***ing supermodel just pushed me over the edge. I didn't WANT to beat you senseless and screw up your face, as you were oh-so concerned about, but I'm going to now.”
She cracks her knuckles, setting the beer down and leaning back. The sneer on her face tells just how much Zelda's comments changed her demeanor.
“You can try to beat me physically and emotionally. But when you offer that hand...I am going to pull you in and keep beating. I get what the Young Guns were saying. You're a kid who doesn't know when to shut up. If I have to shut you the hell up with my boot, then I will. I wasn't lying, you paranoid egocentric jackass. You just don't know how to trust ANYBODY, and it's going to drive everyone away from you. If you were the Zelda that we've all known over the last six months? You'd still have the Zombies, no matter what. But you've done my job for me. You made yourself look pathetic with your temper tantrum about me taking away “what's recognizable about you.” Give me a f***ing break. You're still the top competitor in this company, male or female. No amount of your bitching will change that...until even Ruston Bourne is tired of protecting your ass and lets Leo go ahead and strip your title like he tried to.”
Emma finishes off her beer, tossing it aside. She grins as it makes a clinking noise when it falls into the bag where two other bottles already rest. She turns back the direction she was facing, shaking her head.
“You've haven't seen what I can do, Zelda. You haven't seen the kind of brutality I'm capable of. You can talk tough about how you've wrestled me before and know what's coming...but we never wrestled for the Women's Title. We never had that prize up between us. And you know what lengths people will go to when you've got something that precious on the line. If you want to come and talk big, you had better bring what you've brought before. All good things must come to an end, Zelda. And one of those good things is your title reign. One is your winning streak. I am the alpha and the omega, Zel. What started with me is going to end with me.”
She grabs a fourth bottle off the floor, cracking it open and taking a sip.
“I made myself a promise that I wasn't going to drink this week...but I had something good pulled away from me. You get everything handed to you, Zelda. You fought for that title, yeah. But you have everyone trying to comfort you and you won't pull your head out of your ass long enough to listen. It's actually kind of disgusting. You've been on top so long, you've grown entitled. I never got why you always complained to Adam. He's spoiled you rotten, Zelda, and all you give him is verbal abuse. You don't deserve a loving family like that, Zelda. Not with how you've been acting.”
Emma takes another swig from the bottle, sighing as the liquor runs down her throat. Her thoughts briefly drift to Rick and the note he left, but she shakes her head and refocuses on the task at hand.
“I keep talking trash about you, and I realize it's because it's what I'm best at. All of those attempts at being nice? They failed miserably. This is what I was meant for. This is how it was supposed to go. I'm coming back to get vengeance for the start of all of this. You're not the hero, Zelda. You're a fallen hero. You were good, but you've lost what made you a good person. If I have to beat the asshole out of you, I'll do it, inch by inch. Zelda, for you...for your title reign...for all of the claims you've made in the ring, I have two words.”
She grins, finishing off the beer and tossing it aside lazily. She leans forward into the camera, carefully enunciating each word.
“Game. Over.”
Emma stands up and walks out of shot. Fade to black.