Post by Tara Fenix on Jul 11, 2010 2:16:57 GMT -6
“The Queen… of the Ring.”
The very phrase that has come to be said… of me. Over the years, people have come to know me as the most dominant woman in the world of professional wrestling. Wherever I went, it was my name that would be at the top of the roster. For the first time in a long time… it seemed that I actually had to earn my status back. Not a problem.
“Something that every single one of us are hoping to achieve, after winning this match. Earning the chance to face Zelda Knite in a singles contest for the Women’s World Championship, and finally have that chance to call ourselves the Queen of NCW.”
Hope filled my mind, hopeful for my chance to finally walk out as the number one contender… and eventually, walk out with the gold around my waist. Something that I’ve longed to feel for years. The last championship that I’ve held was back in 2007. I looked up at the camera, and felt my expression remain normal… a slew of emotions generated through my mind, and all I could draw out of everything that I was thinking was this blank look.
One of the primary feelings that I had… that had overtaken me: Determination. It’s the only feeling that has stayed with me from the very first step that I took into the NCW building, into the NCW ring - determined… to be the best. Again.
“The last time that I was on the camera, I spoke of two of my opponents. I don’t want the other three to believe that I have forgotten about you, because I haven’t… and the latest one who spoke, Maria Williams. It wasn’t very long ago when we stepped into that ring with each other. Nothing on the line; just a chance to make history. Just a chance to show Zelda that we are top contenders for the title that she holds so dear. You, Maria… even through your loss. You did not disappoint.”
I felt the tension in my body leave, momentarily, as I remembered this match… a match that truly could have gone either way, and it was something that Maria needed, as she said herself, more than actually winning that belt. It was as quick as the tension had left that it quickly jolted back into my body.
“While you didn’t disappoint me during that match, nor did you disappoint these fans… through that match… you have disappointed me, and I’m sure that you’ve disappointed these fans through your two-faced nature. It was weeks ago when you said that you respected everything that I have done, and that you wanted to beat me more than anyone else in that ring to prove to the world that you could step into the ring with the very best. I was honored to give you that opportunity, and I was even happier to be able to raise your hand at the end of the match, and tell you that you will be part of the future.
Someday, you will be a champion.
Someday, you will be a queen inside of this ring.
Two-faced, though. You decided to turn around and say that I… have not earned what I had. You said that I had everything handed to me. What kind of bull**** is that, Maria? Have you known me from day one?”
I couldn’t help but get that disgusted taste in my mouth from the words that Maria had said to me. The audacity of her… the nerve of her.
“Never once… have I had anything handed to me, Maria. Nothing has changed from who I was back then, to who I am now; I come into this ring for one reason: Competition. I get into this ring to face the best, to be the best, to prove to this world and to myself; I am the best. Never once have I asked to have anything handed to me!
And Angel knows I don’t need it handed to me.
I don’t even truly see where your argument comes from… saying that Angel will go into the administrative office and demand that I get everything handed to me, when he has no administrative authority. Do you not know what he did to the sister of our acting General Manager? There’s definitely no love between Angel and Leonard Fox. He doesn’t have Steve Awesome on his side, who is the right hand man of our owner.
I’m sorry, Maria.
I really did respect what you gave me in that ring… but I have to ask: Do you think about what you say before you say it?”
I shrugged my shoulders at the camera, and I really didn’t believe that she did have a clue about what she was saying. Just blurting propaganda out as it came to her weak, infant mind.
“Good luck, Maria. I know what you’re capable of doing inside of the ring… so, I am not going to underestimate you.
The next person that comes to my mind about someone that I have to talk about… but, I’m not going to lie; I don’t really have a lot to say about her. Malice - I can’t really say that I’m going to ignore the accusation from Maria, because I’m going to point this out: How many matches have you won? How many matches have you had? Malice, you just signed a contract for New Championship Wrestling. The moment that you signed that dotted line, what were you GIVEN? A chance to become the number one contender. Maria, Amber, Charlaine. What were you granted throughout losing, and practically just signing your contract, much like Malice?
A chance to become the number one contender.
Megan Kane… who has disappeared and come back more times than Spike Kane. What has she been granted with? A chance to become the number one contender.
Have I griped about this? No. I have no problem with these women either making their debut, or return to the NCW ring… I have no problem with a woman that’s losing, and finally being given an opportunity to become the number one contender where they could turn their career into a complete one-eighty, and have a chance to be at the top?
No.
It just seems very hypocritical to me for that to be brought up, and claiming that I’m having things handed to me.
Malice, I have no idea what it is that you’re capable of… but just like I did for Maria Williams, just like I did for The Cat Lady. Just like I’ve done for every opponent that I’ve had: I’m going to give you the respect of giving you my all! There won’t be an excuse out of me if you walk out with that victory. Just as there will be no excuse if anyone else walks out with the win.”
No excuses. I don’t know how many times that I had to remind myself of this, and all I could do was hope that people would finally get this through their heads: There would be no excuses. Not from me, and I wasn’t expecting to hear any out of them.
“A while ago, Megan, you and I were supposed to have a match… we were supposed to have a one on one contest, inside of a steel cage. That was at a different organization, though. That was in the past. I’m glad to see that you’re back in the ring - and all I have to say is that if you want your Bradley Bear back… you’ll get him back. If you do one thing for me. That one thing is simple: Give me my match. On the following Collision, or Trauma, following Picture Perfect - I want to face you inside of a steel cage… one on one. If you accept it, just e-mail me. E-mail Leonard Fox. Give these fans the match they’ve been waiting for; give me what I’ve been waiting for. Let him know to make it happen.
That’s another story, though.”
I ran my hand through my hair, brushing it back past my shoulders and felt my eyes drift down.
“All of us have the same chance to win as the person next to us. Any of us could walk out as the number one contender, and I believe that; I truly do. There’s that one chance that I might be knocked out of that match - it’s an even higher odd, to be honest, considering you all seem to be gunning for me.”
I chuckled at this thought. Every single one of my opponents have named me as their top foe, and they all wanted to eliminate me… they all wanted to badmouth me. I had my chance, tomorrow night, to take them all on and eliminate each and every one of them.
“Bring it.”
Those two words escaped me, and my eyes lifted to stare into the camera. I wanted them to see the fire in my eyes; let them see that I am ready… to win this match.
“I’ll do what I have to, to make sure that it’s me that walks out of that ring with my arm raised as the winner… with the announcer announcing my name as the number one contender for the Women’s World Championship. This is what we all hope to achieve, but only one of us can do it.
I speak with confidence… when I say.
It will be me."
The very phrase that has come to be said… of me. Over the years, people have come to know me as the most dominant woman in the world of professional wrestling. Wherever I went, it was my name that would be at the top of the roster. For the first time in a long time… it seemed that I actually had to earn my status back. Not a problem.
“Something that every single one of us are hoping to achieve, after winning this match. Earning the chance to face Zelda Knite in a singles contest for the Women’s World Championship, and finally have that chance to call ourselves the Queen of NCW.”
Hope filled my mind, hopeful for my chance to finally walk out as the number one contender… and eventually, walk out with the gold around my waist. Something that I’ve longed to feel for years. The last championship that I’ve held was back in 2007. I looked up at the camera, and felt my expression remain normal… a slew of emotions generated through my mind, and all I could draw out of everything that I was thinking was this blank look.
One of the primary feelings that I had… that had overtaken me: Determination. It’s the only feeling that has stayed with me from the very first step that I took into the NCW building, into the NCW ring - determined… to be the best. Again.
“The last time that I was on the camera, I spoke of two of my opponents. I don’t want the other three to believe that I have forgotten about you, because I haven’t… and the latest one who spoke, Maria Williams. It wasn’t very long ago when we stepped into that ring with each other. Nothing on the line; just a chance to make history. Just a chance to show Zelda that we are top contenders for the title that she holds so dear. You, Maria… even through your loss. You did not disappoint.”
I felt the tension in my body leave, momentarily, as I remembered this match… a match that truly could have gone either way, and it was something that Maria needed, as she said herself, more than actually winning that belt. It was as quick as the tension had left that it quickly jolted back into my body.
“While you didn’t disappoint me during that match, nor did you disappoint these fans… through that match… you have disappointed me, and I’m sure that you’ve disappointed these fans through your two-faced nature. It was weeks ago when you said that you respected everything that I have done, and that you wanted to beat me more than anyone else in that ring to prove to the world that you could step into the ring with the very best. I was honored to give you that opportunity, and I was even happier to be able to raise your hand at the end of the match, and tell you that you will be part of the future.
Someday, you will be a champion.
Someday, you will be a queen inside of this ring.
Two-faced, though. You decided to turn around and say that I… have not earned what I had. You said that I had everything handed to me. What kind of bull**** is that, Maria? Have you known me from day one?”
I couldn’t help but get that disgusted taste in my mouth from the words that Maria had said to me. The audacity of her… the nerve of her.
“Never once… have I had anything handed to me, Maria. Nothing has changed from who I was back then, to who I am now; I come into this ring for one reason: Competition. I get into this ring to face the best, to be the best, to prove to this world and to myself; I am the best. Never once have I asked to have anything handed to me!
And Angel knows I don’t need it handed to me.
I don’t even truly see where your argument comes from… saying that Angel will go into the administrative office and demand that I get everything handed to me, when he has no administrative authority. Do you not know what he did to the sister of our acting General Manager? There’s definitely no love between Angel and Leonard Fox. He doesn’t have Steve Awesome on his side, who is the right hand man of our owner.
I’m sorry, Maria.
I really did respect what you gave me in that ring… but I have to ask: Do you think about what you say before you say it?”
I shrugged my shoulders at the camera, and I really didn’t believe that she did have a clue about what she was saying. Just blurting propaganda out as it came to her weak, infant mind.
“Good luck, Maria. I know what you’re capable of doing inside of the ring… so, I am not going to underestimate you.
The next person that comes to my mind about someone that I have to talk about… but, I’m not going to lie; I don’t really have a lot to say about her. Malice - I can’t really say that I’m going to ignore the accusation from Maria, because I’m going to point this out: How many matches have you won? How many matches have you had? Malice, you just signed a contract for New Championship Wrestling. The moment that you signed that dotted line, what were you GIVEN? A chance to become the number one contender. Maria, Amber, Charlaine. What were you granted throughout losing, and practically just signing your contract, much like Malice?
A chance to become the number one contender.
Megan Kane… who has disappeared and come back more times than Spike Kane. What has she been granted with? A chance to become the number one contender.
Have I griped about this? No. I have no problem with these women either making their debut, or return to the NCW ring… I have no problem with a woman that’s losing, and finally being given an opportunity to become the number one contender where they could turn their career into a complete one-eighty, and have a chance to be at the top?
No.
It just seems very hypocritical to me for that to be brought up, and claiming that I’m having things handed to me.
Malice, I have no idea what it is that you’re capable of… but just like I did for Maria Williams, just like I did for The Cat Lady. Just like I’ve done for every opponent that I’ve had: I’m going to give you the respect of giving you my all! There won’t be an excuse out of me if you walk out with that victory. Just as there will be no excuse if anyone else walks out with the win.”
No excuses. I don’t know how many times that I had to remind myself of this, and all I could do was hope that people would finally get this through their heads: There would be no excuses. Not from me, and I wasn’t expecting to hear any out of them.
“A while ago, Megan, you and I were supposed to have a match… we were supposed to have a one on one contest, inside of a steel cage. That was at a different organization, though. That was in the past. I’m glad to see that you’re back in the ring - and all I have to say is that if you want your Bradley Bear back… you’ll get him back. If you do one thing for me. That one thing is simple: Give me my match. On the following Collision, or Trauma, following Picture Perfect - I want to face you inside of a steel cage… one on one. If you accept it, just e-mail me. E-mail Leonard Fox. Give these fans the match they’ve been waiting for; give me what I’ve been waiting for. Let him know to make it happen.
That’s another story, though.”
I ran my hand through my hair, brushing it back past my shoulders and felt my eyes drift down.
“All of us have the same chance to win as the person next to us. Any of us could walk out as the number one contender, and I believe that; I truly do. There’s that one chance that I might be knocked out of that match - it’s an even higher odd, to be honest, considering you all seem to be gunning for me.”
I chuckled at this thought. Every single one of my opponents have named me as their top foe, and they all wanted to eliminate me… they all wanted to badmouth me. I had my chance, tomorrow night, to take them all on and eliminate each and every one of them.
“Bring it.”
Those two words escaped me, and my eyes lifted to stare into the camera. I wanted them to see the fire in my eyes; let them see that I am ready… to win this match.
“I’ll do what I have to, to make sure that it’s me that walks out of that ring with my arm raised as the winner… with the announcer announcing my name as the number one contender for the Women’s World Championship. This is what we all hope to achieve, but only one of us can do it.
I speak with confidence… when I say.
It will be me."
*Inside of the hotel room where Angel and Tara would slumber to prepare for their respective battles, both of which that would take place the following night… we could see Angel and Tara sitting down on a chair outside on the balcony, Angel holding Tara in his arms as they both just stared out at the beautiful night.*
Angel:
“Do you think you’ll win---”
*Just as Angel was about to finish his question, he was cutoff by Tara who had sat up quickly to kiss his lips, tenderly. A smile on her face as she pulled away and looked into his eyes.*
Tara:
“Let’s not talk about tomorrow night, Angel.”
*That smile remained, and she rested her head back down onto his shoulder… the gaze of Angel became fixed on his own angel. The woman in his arms. He let his hand brush through her hair very slowly.*
Angel:
“If you say so… but why not?”
Tara:
“The calm before the storm.”[/b][/color]
Tomorrow night… there would be a storm. I would become the number one contender… at the moment, though, it was just time for some relaxation.
*Angel’s hand continued to just run through the hair of Tara, and both of them just stared at the view from their suite… counting the time down to Picture Perfect. A picture that suited the name; picture perfect. Scene fades.*[/center]