Post by Emma Danielson on Oct 20, 2010 23:08:39 GMT -6
Silence. A phone rings. "This Calling" by All That Remains. A groggy male voice echoes in the darkness.
"One second...ugh..."
The song cuts off, the male speaker punctuating this with a yawn.
"Emma? The hell..." Yawn. "...the hell are you calling me for at three in the morning? I'm trying to sleep."
A terse female voice cuts over the phone. She sounds wide awake and completely lucid.
"I can't. Not after seeing you on Collision, and not after seeing you flirting with her. Andrew, she's using you. You can see that, right? She's just using you as a pawn in her little diabolical game of chess."
Andrew's voice becomes harsh now, and he sits up, silhouetted in the neon lights of Los Vegas.
"That's it? You woke me up to voice your jealous little conspiracy theory? You've got to be kidding me. Zelda is NOT using me. I don't know what's going on, but you're crazy if you think she's using either of us. Get your head in the game, Danielson."
He moves to shut the phone off, but the bellow over the line gives him pause.
"OH NO YOU DON'T! Don't you dare hang up on me, Andrew Jacobsen. Don't you f***ing DARE. You have NO RIGHT to blow me off like this! You've been a morose little **** since getting knocked out of Road to the Gold, and I am NOT taking it anymore! Get dressed, superstar. I'm taking you out and we are getting you out of this obsessive rut. I'll be over there in three minu—"
He cuts her off, pissed off. Andrew shakes his head as he speaks, clearly disgusted and exhausted.
"No. Emma, I don't want to deal with you right now. Go to sleep and remember that you've got your title match Sunday. Good luck, Danielson. You're going to need it. Because isn't it right that you've never beaten Zelda? Isn't it right that almost NOBODY has? Seems to me you're just completely outmatched this time, Big E."
A huge sigh on the other end. Emma clicks her tongue at him disapprovingly.
"Andrew. She has you wrapped around her finger. I never knew you could be broken that easily. All it took was a kiss from a pretty girl. You turn your back on your best friend for EIGHT YEARS for her. You know what? I don't care anymore. Go ahead, throw yourself away chasing the Grail. Me? I'll be enjoying every moment I'm pounding her angelic little face in that much more."
Andrew shakes his head, snorting derisively.
"Jealousy? I thought you were bigger than that, Emma. It's pretty evident you're not living in the realm of. Let me put it this way: if she can wrestle Lance Ryan to a draw with a hurt shoulder...what sort of threat are you? Good NIGHT, Emma."
Click. Silence on one end. Then, two quiet words.
"I'm BETTER."
_____________________
"You're right, Zelda. I'm not you. I'm never going to be you. I'm not the sister of a Hall of Famer, I'm not the daughter of a World Champion. I'm not the flighty little girl who walked into this company and kicked ass with her God-given talent. I will confess until the sun goes down that I am not you. Your genetics have you wired to wrestle. You're born with a leg up on all of us. Congratulations. Want a cookie? And that's where me admitting any sort of superiority of yours, perceived or not, comes to an end. This isn't the Line Up and Praise the Princess Show. This is the Hardcore Hellion doing what she was born to do: vent. Well, technically I was born to kick ass and chew bubblegum, but a certain OTHER someone had to steal my schtick. Qué sera, sera."
"And you know what, Zelda? I'm glad. I don't want to be you. I just want to be Women's Champion. What I am is a steelworker's daughter and a miner's sister. I come from a long line of people who've made a living—a good, honest living—with their hands. I've worked my ass off to make this dream of mine a reality, and I've paid for that dream with my blood, sweat, and tears. I don't care if all you can do is harp on me being an ogre. I'm tired of pretending to be civilized. If you say I'm an ogre, then I'm going to be a damn ogre. I'm going to use this brute force, this raw strength that's been developed through generations of Danielsons, and I am going to put you down like the BITCH you are."
"I know you don't like being called on it, but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. You're turning AJ and Falcon against each other, whether intentional or not. Seriously, what did you think would happen when you kissed another man in front of your boyfriend? You might have video games down pat, but the one game you're a total scrub at is the game of love."
"It's actually kind of funny to see you act so bewildered as to why the two men you love are trying to rip each other to shreds. It's pride. You denied them the chance for a clean win, and that means they're going to go to the extreme to get their win. I accept your challenge, because I know it's a matter of pride for you. You're tired of me coming up short, so you want to get me out of your hair for good. I know that I've finally gotten my hot streak back, and this stipulation just adds that extra level of urgency. You're getting me sober, you're getting me sane, and you have me with everything to gain."
"We're a lot more alike than you want to admit. Both of us have had to deal with loonies in our time here. We've both become fixtures in the division...and we've both ended careers to make a point. I sent Emma English packing because she cost us the win in that Ultimate X qualifier. You put out Alexandra Kane because she'd been assaulting you for weeks beforehand. Thing is? I took her out before you did. I snapped her will to fight. I beat her when she had everything going her way. It just made her...give up."
"Not me. None of my losses have ever made me want to stop wrestling, stop fighting for the gold. Even when I was at home, letting the toxins flow out of me, my mind was hellbent on getting back here and taking that title, no matter who held it. This isn't personal, Z. I'm not saying that to spare your precious feelings...you're just not worth getting worked up over."
"I'm in the City of Vice. What happens here, stays here. I could go drown my nerves in Jack at Caesar's Palace and nobody would need to know...but I can't. I have to stay focused on my goal, centered on my plan. I know exactly what I want to do, and drinking would open up so many avenues to that being thrown off. No, my sobriety takes precedence there. If I thought I had a better chance drinking, I would be halfway into a bottle of beer right now. Unfortunately for you, I got smart."
"Kelly Knite said that she never bets against her sister without feeling bad about it. Kelly, this week that aura of certainty is shattered. Notice she didn't have you as a lock? That's because Kelly knows as well as I do that it's curtains for the Zelda Knite title reign. Venom might dismiss the Knitelife, but with a record like hers, how can I afford to ignore her? One in the L column. Sorry."
"This is my last shot at you. Not because of some stipulations put on me by the championship committee, but because I know that this time is the one. This is that moment when I culminate my return to competition by taking down the untouchable Zelda Knite. Only a few people have actually gotten a decision out of you. Ayla St. James, after English sapped you down. Steve Awesome, after Kelly hurt your shoulder. This Sunday, add one more to the list...Emma Danielson, pinning you after the toughest damn match of your career. No good luck from me. No words of advice. Just shut up and get in that ring so I can knock you out."
End.
"One second...ugh..."
The song cuts off, the male speaker punctuating this with a yawn.
"Emma? The hell..." Yawn. "...the hell are you calling me for at three in the morning? I'm trying to sleep."
A terse female voice cuts over the phone. She sounds wide awake and completely lucid.
"I can't. Not after seeing you on Collision, and not after seeing you flirting with her. Andrew, she's using you. You can see that, right? She's just using you as a pawn in her little diabolical game of chess."
Andrew's voice becomes harsh now, and he sits up, silhouetted in the neon lights of Los Vegas.
"That's it? You woke me up to voice your jealous little conspiracy theory? You've got to be kidding me. Zelda is NOT using me. I don't know what's going on, but you're crazy if you think she's using either of us. Get your head in the game, Danielson."
He moves to shut the phone off, but the bellow over the line gives him pause.
"OH NO YOU DON'T! Don't you dare hang up on me, Andrew Jacobsen. Don't you f***ing DARE. You have NO RIGHT to blow me off like this! You've been a morose little **** since getting knocked out of Road to the Gold, and I am NOT taking it anymore! Get dressed, superstar. I'm taking you out and we are getting you out of this obsessive rut. I'll be over there in three minu—"
He cuts her off, pissed off. Andrew shakes his head as he speaks, clearly disgusted and exhausted.
"No. Emma, I don't want to deal with you right now. Go to sleep and remember that you've got your title match Sunday. Good luck, Danielson. You're going to need it. Because isn't it right that you've never beaten Zelda? Isn't it right that almost NOBODY has? Seems to me you're just completely outmatched this time, Big E."
A huge sigh on the other end. Emma clicks her tongue at him disapprovingly.
"Andrew. She has you wrapped around her finger. I never knew you could be broken that easily. All it took was a kiss from a pretty girl. You turn your back on your best friend for EIGHT YEARS for her. You know what? I don't care anymore. Go ahead, throw yourself away chasing the Grail. Me? I'll be enjoying every moment I'm pounding her angelic little face in that much more."
Andrew shakes his head, snorting derisively.
"Jealousy? I thought you were bigger than that, Emma. It's pretty evident you're not living in the realm of. Let me put it this way: if she can wrestle Lance Ryan to a draw with a hurt shoulder...what sort of threat are you? Good NIGHT, Emma."
Click. Silence on one end. Then, two quiet words.
"I'm BETTER."
_____________________
"You're right, Zelda. I'm not you. I'm never going to be you. I'm not the sister of a Hall of Famer, I'm not the daughter of a World Champion. I'm not the flighty little girl who walked into this company and kicked ass with her God-given talent. I will confess until the sun goes down that I am not you. Your genetics have you wired to wrestle. You're born with a leg up on all of us. Congratulations. Want a cookie? And that's where me admitting any sort of superiority of yours, perceived or not, comes to an end. This isn't the Line Up and Praise the Princess Show. This is the Hardcore Hellion doing what she was born to do: vent. Well, technically I was born to kick ass and chew bubblegum, but a certain OTHER someone had to steal my schtick. Qué sera, sera."
"And you know what, Zelda? I'm glad. I don't want to be you. I just want to be Women's Champion. What I am is a steelworker's daughter and a miner's sister. I come from a long line of people who've made a living—a good, honest living—with their hands. I've worked my ass off to make this dream of mine a reality, and I've paid for that dream with my blood, sweat, and tears. I don't care if all you can do is harp on me being an ogre. I'm tired of pretending to be civilized. If you say I'm an ogre, then I'm going to be a damn ogre. I'm going to use this brute force, this raw strength that's been developed through generations of Danielsons, and I am going to put you down like the BITCH you are."
"I know you don't like being called on it, but I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. You're turning AJ and Falcon against each other, whether intentional or not. Seriously, what did you think would happen when you kissed another man in front of your boyfriend? You might have video games down pat, but the one game you're a total scrub at is the game of love."
"It's actually kind of funny to see you act so bewildered as to why the two men you love are trying to rip each other to shreds. It's pride. You denied them the chance for a clean win, and that means they're going to go to the extreme to get their win. I accept your challenge, because I know it's a matter of pride for you. You're tired of me coming up short, so you want to get me out of your hair for good. I know that I've finally gotten my hot streak back, and this stipulation just adds that extra level of urgency. You're getting me sober, you're getting me sane, and you have me with everything to gain."
"We're a lot more alike than you want to admit. Both of us have had to deal with loonies in our time here. We've both become fixtures in the division...and we've both ended careers to make a point. I sent Emma English packing because she cost us the win in that Ultimate X qualifier. You put out Alexandra Kane because she'd been assaulting you for weeks beforehand. Thing is? I took her out before you did. I snapped her will to fight. I beat her when she had everything going her way. It just made her...give up."
"Not me. None of my losses have ever made me want to stop wrestling, stop fighting for the gold. Even when I was at home, letting the toxins flow out of me, my mind was hellbent on getting back here and taking that title, no matter who held it. This isn't personal, Z. I'm not saying that to spare your precious feelings...you're just not worth getting worked up over."
"I'm in the City of Vice. What happens here, stays here. I could go drown my nerves in Jack at Caesar's Palace and nobody would need to know...but I can't. I have to stay focused on my goal, centered on my plan. I know exactly what I want to do, and drinking would open up so many avenues to that being thrown off. No, my sobriety takes precedence there. If I thought I had a better chance drinking, I would be halfway into a bottle of beer right now. Unfortunately for you, I got smart."
"Kelly Knite said that she never bets against her sister without feeling bad about it. Kelly, this week that aura of certainty is shattered. Notice she didn't have you as a lock? That's because Kelly knows as well as I do that it's curtains for the Zelda Knite title reign. Venom might dismiss the Knitelife, but with a record like hers, how can I afford to ignore her? One in the L column. Sorry."
"This is my last shot at you. Not because of some stipulations put on me by the championship committee, but because I know that this time is the one. This is that moment when I culminate my return to competition by taking down the untouchable Zelda Knite. Only a few people have actually gotten a decision out of you. Ayla St. James, after English sapped you down. Steve Awesome, after Kelly hurt your shoulder. This Sunday, add one more to the list...Emma Danielson, pinning you after the toughest damn match of your career. No good luck from me. No words of advice. Just shut up and get in that ring so I can knock you out."
End.