Post by Emma Danielson on Sept 17, 2010 23:10:48 GMT -6
We fade in panning across a table full of weapons. Kendo sticks, chairs, barbed wire, baseball bats, trash can lids, and even what appears to be a crossed crook and flail rest on the table. We hear the sound of a kendo stick cracking against flesh, and the camera pans up and over to show Emma Danielson laying into the now-familiar presence of her striking dummy with one of the aforementioned canes. Emma walks around the dummy, the lights in the training room turned out except for one floodlight-style one shining down on her and her target. She twirls it in her fingers, delivering a big crack to the temple that snaps the dummy's head back. She grins as the head resets to its familiar neutral position. Emma speaks to the dummy, idly tapping the cane against her open palm as she does.
“Latoya Ryder, we meet as enemies at last. You're...well, you're quite the imposing figure. Three inches of height on me. For every pound I pack, you've got almost two. You're freaking enormous. And with that size comes the most power I've ever seen out of a woman. You compete with a lot of guys I've seen in the ring when it comes to raw power. And you've got that strong style striking working in your favor. Nothing ends a fight quicker than getting knocked the hell out by a big shot to the temple. But, the thing is...that's ALL you have working for you.”
Emma smiles, taking a step back and mockingly calling her shot way into the bleachers. She steps into the swing, rocking the dummy with another big head shot. Emma walks over to the table, setting the cane down and leaning back against the table. She picks up a strand of barbed wire and idly plays with it, casting her eyes to a pair of gloves on the table.
“I've wrestled some tough women in my time. But you want to know who the toughest one of them all was? That little girl that made you tap out. Bring on Rayne, bring on Alexandra, bring on Emma English. None of them compare to that scrappy girl from Dallas. I know why you lost to her, LaToya. You might be powerful, but no matter what you say, you don't have her determination. You don't have that drive that pushed Zelda to become so successful. You don't have my drive. I've been second-best to her since Day One. I've been the also-ran, the second fiddle in this division. I've tried time and time again to put her down, but I just couldn't. Each time I get a little closer, though. Each time we lock up I learn a few more of her tricks. I think I've finally got it. You? You've proven that you can't beat her. You failed, LaToya.”
She reaches over, slipping on one of the black MMA gloves. Emma grins, flexing her fingers to ensure that they fit properly, and then pulls on the other. Emma picks back up the coil of wire, beginning to wind it around her right palm as she speaks again with the calm and ease of someone trimming the hedges.
“Let's look at the facts. You've won...one, maybe two matches since you got here? I think? You might have had all that time in Japan, but if all you have to your name is that time abroad, then you kind of lose me. See, I've wrestled the best luchadores I could find. I've done deathmatches that would make Megumi Kudo squeamish. I can mat wrestle, I can fly high, I can power wrestle and you had best believe I can brawl like no other. I've got eight years' experience under my belt. You aren't fighting some scrub like Megan Kane. No, you've got the Queen of Extreme on your hands, big girl. Think you can fight in my leagues? Or are you going to collapse under the burden of having to deal with nCw's premiere brawler?”
Emma grabs a second coil of wire, wrapping it around her left palm. She walks back over to the dummy, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Emma steps forward, nailing the dummy with two swift palm strikes. The wire gouges the fake flesh, prompting another catlike grin from Danielson.
“Of course, I won't be able to reach into my neverending bag of hardcore tricks for this one. It's gonna be you and me under normal rules. And while you've got that size and power advantage on me...wow, it feels weird saying that. This is the first time in forever that I've been matched up against an opponent like this. I suppose that means I'm going Suicide Blonde on your ass. Time to fly. Look out from above, because you're about to have the world's craziest woman bearing down on you. And don't worry. I can try to muscle you up for something. I'm a tough girl, I can take the strain.”
She grins, firing off a few more palm strikes. Emma reaches over and rewraps so the wire goes across her padded knuckles. She moves in and fires off a stiff right to the abdomen, grinning for a moment. The grin fades, slowly replaced with a look of realization. Emma shakes her head, leaping up and knocking the dummy over with a dropkick. Emma backflips using the momentum from the dropkick, landing on her feet. She grins at her high-flying ability returning to her on a moment's notice.
“Haven't had to pull that stuff out of storage in forever and it still feels second nature. Do you have hidden strengths, LaToya? Are you going to surprise us all with some crazy awesome suplex game or something? You're obviously not going to start flying off the top like you're Vader or something...actually, now that I mention it, I'm terrified to even imagine it. Whatever you can come up with, rest assured I can find a way out of it. I've gone up against women much more intimidating than you in terms of skill, and I beat them. What makes you think you can beat me? Please, just tell me that.”
Emma walks away from the downed dummy, unwrapping her fists. She tosses the barbed wire onto the table. Emma looks over, shaking her head and letting a rueful grin form on her lips. Emma turns away, walking towards the exit. A voiceover speaks as she walks along, hair bobbing behind her and catching the light.
“This is another chance for me. It's my first chance at the contendership since I got back. You better believe that I'm going to work my ass off to prove that me sober is miles better than me when I'm addicted. You're going to be the canvas on which I paint my grand panorama of redemption and retribution, LaToya. I'm going to make this picture with your blood, sweat and tears. Yes, tears. I know big girls aren't supposed to cry, but ***damnit, I can make you HURT.”
Emma flips the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. The voiceover leaves us with one last line, echoing in the black.
“Welcome to my nightmare.”
“Latoya Ryder, we meet as enemies at last. You're...well, you're quite the imposing figure. Three inches of height on me. For every pound I pack, you've got almost two. You're freaking enormous. And with that size comes the most power I've ever seen out of a woman. You compete with a lot of guys I've seen in the ring when it comes to raw power. And you've got that strong style striking working in your favor. Nothing ends a fight quicker than getting knocked the hell out by a big shot to the temple. But, the thing is...that's ALL you have working for you.”
Emma smiles, taking a step back and mockingly calling her shot way into the bleachers. She steps into the swing, rocking the dummy with another big head shot. Emma walks over to the table, setting the cane down and leaning back against the table. She picks up a strand of barbed wire and idly plays with it, casting her eyes to a pair of gloves on the table.
“I've wrestled some tough women in my time. But you want to know who the toughest one of them all was? That little girl that made you tap out. Bring on Rayne, bring on Alexandra, bring on Emma English. None of them compare to that scrappy girl from Dallas. I know why you lost to her, LaToya. You might be powerful, but no matter what you say, you don't have her determination. You don't have that drive that pushed Zelda to become so successful. You don't have my drive. I've been second-best to her since Day One. I've been the also-ran, the second fiddle in this division. I've tried time and time again to put her down, but I just couldn't. Each time I get a little closer, though. Each time we lock up I learn a few more of her tricks. I think I've finally got it. You? You've proven that you can't beat her. You failed, LaToya.”
She reaches over, slipping on one of the black MMA gloves. Emma grins, flexing her fingers to ensure that they fit properly, and then pulls on the other. Emma picks back up the coil of wire, beginning to wind it around her right palm as she speaks again with the calm and ease of someone trimming the hedges.
“Let's look at the facts. You've won...one, maybe two matches since you got here? I think? You might have had all that time in Japan, but if all you have to your name is that time abroad, then you kind of lose me. See, I've wrestled the best luchadores I could find. I've done deathmatches that would make Megumi Kudo squeamish. I can mat wrestle, I can fly high, I can power wrestle and you had best believe I can brawl like no other. I've got eight years' experience under my belt. You aren't fighting some scrub like Megan Kane. No, you've got the Queen of Extreme on your hands, big girl. Think you can fight in my leagues? Or are you going to collapse under the burden of having to deal with nCw's premiere brawler?”
Emma grabs a second coil of wire, wrapping it around her left palm. She walks back over to the dummy, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Emma steps forward, nailing the dummy with two swift palm strikes. The wire gouges the fake flesh, prompting another catlike grin from Danielson.
“Of course, I won't be able to reach into my neverending bag of hardcore tricks for this one. It's gonna be you and me under normal rules. And while you've got that size and power advantage on me...wow, it feels weird saying that. This is the first time in forever that I've been matched up against an opponent like this. I suppose that means I'm going Suicide Blonde on your ass. Time to fly. Look out from above, because you're about to have the world's craziest woman bearing down on you. And don't worry. I can try to muscle you up for something. I'm a tough girl, I can take the strain.”
She grins, firing off a few more palm strikes. Emma reaches over and rewraps so the wire goes across her padded knuckles. She moves in and fires off a stiff right to the abdomen, grinning for a moment. The grin fades, slowly replaced with a look of realization. Emma shakes her head, leaping up and knocking the dummy over with a dropkick. Emma backflips using the momentum from the dropkick, landing on her feet. She grins at her high-flying ability returning to her on a moment's notice.
“Haven't had to pull that stuff out of storage in forever and it still feels second nature. Do you have hidden strengths, LaToya? Are you going to surprise us all with some crazy awesome suplex game or something? You're obviously not going to start flying off the top like you're Vader or something...actually, now that I mention it, I'm terrified to even imagine it. Whatever you can come up with, rest assured I can find a way out of it. I've gone up against women much more intimidating than you in terms of skill, and I beat them. What makes you think you can beat me? Please, just tell me that.”
Emma walks away from the downed dummy, unwrapping her fists. She tosses the barbed wire onto the table. Emma looks over, shaking her head and letting a rueful grin form on her lips. Emma turns away, walking towards the exit. A voiceover speaks as she walks along, hair bobbing behind her and catching the light.
“This is another chance for me. It's my first chance at the contendership since I got back. You better believe that I'm going to work my ass off to prove that me sober is miles better than me when I'm addicted. You're going to be the canvas on which I paint my grand panorama of redemption and retribution, LaToya. I'm going to make this picture with your blood, sweat and tears. Yes, tears. I know big girls aren't supposed to cry, but ***damnit, I can make you HURT.”
Emma flips the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. The voiceover leaves us with one last line, echoing in the black.
“Welcome to my nightmare.”