Post by Kathleen Conway on Apr 12, 2011 16:33:15 GMT -6
The scene opens as a white stretch limo pulls up outside the hotel where the various nCw Superstars are staying ahead of Sovereign.
The chaffeur is a slender man who appears to be of Mexican origin as he gets out of the vehicle and walks to the back to open the door.
The man gives a slight upturned twist to his prim and proper black moustache before opening the door, and he is greeted as is the camera by a sleek, elegantly curved leg that ends in a fashionable shoe. It was already clear that whomever this arrival was, she was a woman of fine and exquisite taste.
The camera slowly reveals more and more of the woman, going from the ground up and seemingly teasing us with curves veiled under midnight blue to ignite the fertile imagination. The camera took a brief pause at her neckline as a slender hand adjusted a golden locket around her neck, and it is only when her hand slide away that we see the little golden keepsake for what it is, where a heart would usually be found to keep its secrets, a Spade was all to quick to reveal.
It wasn't as if this particular trinket that dangled around her neck and in between the valley of her shapely breasts, across her heart was treacherous, no. This golden Spade gave away her identity not out of betrayal, but more out of sheer delight. The locket was a symbol, much like everything else about her. She was adorned from head to toe in gifts afforded to her by her husband of nearly three years now - Jake 'The Ace' Conway.
The dress and the shoes were a birthday gift, just three days old. The locket was a gift from Valentine's Day two years ago.
It would seem the rumours were true, a couple we had not seen in an nCw ring for a year, had returned, and for their loyal fans who had followed them through every trial and tribulation, this was indeed long overdue.
Chaffeur: Senorita...
The chaffeur tips his hat in a remarkable display of chivalry as we see a stunning blonde emerge from the limousine, she takes a moment to breathe in the Tennessee air, and it felt good, liberating, almost as if nature herself was all a part of some wonderfully seamless allegory indicative of her new start in an old, familiar place. She was from Wichita, Kansas, but damn if this didn't strike her as a welcome homecoming.
Chaffeur: Gracias Senor.
A man in a finely tailored Italian suit steps out after his wife and hands the chaffeur a rather generous tip, before taking a few quick steps to join his wife and together thet walk arm in arm into the hotel whilst a bell boy emerges from his post at the door to collect their luggage.
Kathy: We haven't even been back five minutes and you're already flashing the cash as if you were already the World Champion again...
Jake: What can I say? I liked the man's moustache, that dude could probably give Honcho a run for his money in an epic 'stache off! Maybe I should grow one, after all I have the time now that you're going to be wrestling and not me.
Kathy: If you do, I'm never going to kiss you again. Horrid things they are...
Jake: Sounds like there's a story there...
Kathy: And if there is?
Jake: I don't want to hear it, just tell me it wasn't about Steve Evans...
Kathy says nothing, only smiles at her husband in a manner that told him everything he didn't want to know.
Jake: Oh God! Forget I even asked...
Kathy can't stop laughing as the couple head over to reception to collect their room key.
Forgive me ladies. I might be a little rusty at this, you see I'll admit I haven't even laced up a pair of boots in two years -two years to the very day in fact - let alone set foot in a nCw ring. Well, unless you count baby booties, I've been lacing up plenty of those for my youngest, but then again I don't suppose you nCw 'starlets' would count that would you? No, you're all women with an agenda. The claws are out, the fight is on - except I show up after a year away and make this little pussycat fight into a full-blown real Kat fight - and trust me ladies, there's a world of difference. I've been studying a few tapes, scouting the competition if you will and I have to say if each of you ladies are only as good as your last match, colour me not impressed. Yeah, yeah, I can hear all the meowing and hissing already as I know at least five sets of googly eyes are staring back at me all burning with the same question inside:
Who the Hell does she think she is?
Waltzing in to her first match after two years acting like she owns the place when she don't even know me. Maybe you're right, maybe I don't know you, but maybe I don't need to. See knowledge is a funny thing, it doesn't quite work one way. What I don't know about you, you don't know about me. I suppose that makes me the X Factor in this match to all of you, and you all the X Factor to me. I only know as much about each of you as you care to volunteer, and you only know about me as much as I want you to know...and what I want you to know is simply this:
I am not here for the same reasons you all are.
I'm not here to declare that I will be the next Women's Champion, I'm not here for those Starlet Tag Team Championships either. I'm not even here to settle a grudge with some little girl who refuses to grow up and move on with her life like most of you are - and that goes for the men here too. Honestly, the lengths some people go to in this business just to settle a grudge - it would almost be funny if it wasn't so desperately tragic. Now some of you out there might mistake my attitude as a product of my inexperience - you might even say that I have no experience and that I don't know what it's like to be a real wrestler...
But the fact is I know all too well.
I know because I've seen my husband tear himself apart over the trivial things, like titles and opponents that seemingly were unbeatable. I'm not going to make the same mistakes. If I lose, I won't lose any sleep over it, if I win neither will you because I'll have put you down for a nice long Kat Nap. The fact is I know how this business works because as well as being married into it, I have also lived it first hand. I've taken my fair share of bumps and bruises inside that ring, hell I've even managed to bounce back from a serious head injury and a coma because of the risks I took in this business, and unlike all of you I did it not for titles or fame or some ridiculous moniker to sell a few T-shirts. I did it for love.
I did it all for the love of one man.
One man who is my Ace in this state Kings of Wrestling. Now though, I wrestle not for him, but for myself. It's something I miss and something I honestly thought I'd never get the chance to do again, not after two kids, but Jake believed in me as he always has, and he promised me when I had to put my career on hold whilst we were expecting our second child, that one day I'd get my opportunity to wrestle again. See unlike most of you I can share in my husband's passions and that's what makes our bond that much stronger. I'm not about to spread my legs for the Steve Awesomes, the Brad Kanes or the Rob Diamonds in this company to further my career - because frankly, I'm better than that. I actually am very happily married, though I realise that in today's world that seems entirely oxymoronic a concept...
Kathy and Jake enter their hotel room closely followed by the eager bell boy who is lumbered with their luggage. Jake tells him to set it all down, kindly thanks him and sends him on his way with another generous tip, almost shoving the poor guy out of the room. Jake then pulls his wife into a sudden embrace and has her backed up against the closed door.
Jake: Right, so Tiffany has the kids for a few days...which means...
Jake kisses his wife.
Kathy: Which means I have a match to get ready for...
She kisses him back.
Jake: Right, absolutely...match...
Jake kisses her a little more breathlessly this time.
Kathy: Gotta keep up my stamina you know.
She kisses him passionately, and their exchang soon falls into hurried whispers between each successive lip lock.
Kathy: You are in a fiesty mood aren't you?
Jake: I'm just so happy to be out of that other place...
Kathy: Now, that I can understand. I'm just sorry you had to walk out because of me. Not many men would walk out they love for their wife...
Jake: Awww come on babe, it was a no brainer. I love you more than I could any job. You will always come first...
Kathy: I wouldn't be so sure of that...at least not tonight...
Kathy giggles as she lets her hands wander off camera as the couple continue to enjoy themselves.
I digress. Now many of you are probably wondering if I'm not here to settle a two year old grudge with Kelly 'The Columnist' Knite and I'm not here for titles, then why am I here? What can I possibly hope to accomplish? Well, put simply I'm here simply to enjoy myself, to compete for the joy of competing, and if nCw want to reward me with titles and other trinkets, that's up to them. I won't make demands, I'll simply consider myself lucky. I'm sorry if that isn't enough for the fans who were expecting to jerk themselves off during my match at Wired because they 'know' Women's matches aren't real wrestling matches, but with me in this contest, what they 'know' won't be anywhere near close to true. I promise you, if you stream the Web Show, you will see actual wrestling as opposed to just scantily clad women prancing around for no good reason. I may not be the most experienced, the most technical, or the most effective trash talker in this match, but what I am is lucky...
I am the luckiest woman in the world.
The only question my opponents should be asking themselves is not who I am or what I'm doing here, but just how lucky do each of them feel?
The chaffeur is a slender man who appears to be of Mexican origin as he gets out of the vehicle and walks to the back to open the door.
The man gives a slight upturned twist to his prim and proper black moustache before opening the door, and he is greeted as is the camera by a sleek, elegantly curved leg that ends in a fashionable shoe. It was already clear that whomever this arrival was, she was a woman of fine and exquisite taste.
The camera slowly reveals more and more of the woman, going from the ground up and seemingly teasing us with curves veiled under midnight blue to ignite the fertile imagination. The camera took a brief pause at her neckline as a slender hand adjusted a golden locket around her neck, and it is only when her hand slide away that we see the little golden keepsake for what it is, where a heart would usually be found to keep its secrets, a Spade was all to quick to reveal.
It wasn't as if this particular trinket that dangled around her neck and in between the valley of her shapely breasts, across her heart was treacherous, no. This golden Spade gave away her identity not out of betrayal, but more out of sheer delight. The locket was a symbol, much like everything else about her. She was adorned from head to toe in gifts afforded to her by her husband of nearly three years now - Jake 'The Ace' Conway.
The dress and the shoes were a birthday gift, just three days old. The locket was a gift from Valentine's Day two years ago.
It would seem the rumours were true, a couple we had not seen in an nCw ring for a year, had returned, and for their loyal fans who had followed them through every trial and tribulation, this was indeed long overdue.
Chaffeur: Senorita...
The chaffeur tips his hat in a remarkable display of chivalry as we see a stunning blonde emerge from the limousine, she takes a moment to breathe in the Tennessee air, and it felt good, liberating, almost as if nature herself was all a part of some wonderfully seamless allegory indicative of her new start in an old, familiar place. She was from Wichita, Kansas, but damn if this didn't strike her as a welcome homecoming.
Chaffeur: Gracias Senor.
A man in a finely tailored Italian suit steps out after his wife and hands the chaffeur a rather generous tip, before taking a few quick steps to join his wife and together thet walk arm in arm into the hotel whilst a bell boy emerges from his post at the door to collect their luggage.
Kathy: We haven't even been back five minutes and you're already flashing the cash as if you were already the World Champion again...
Jake: What can I say? I liked the man's moustache, that dude could probably give Honcho a run for his money in an epic 'stache off! Maybe I should grow one, after all I have the time now that you're going to be wrestling and not me.
Kathy: If you do, I'm never going to kiss you again. Horrid things they are...
Jake: Sounds like there's a story there...
Kathy: And if there is?
Jake: I don't want to hear it, just tell me it wasn't about Steve Evans...
Kathy says nothing, only smiles at her husband in a manner that told him everything he didn't want to know.
Jake: Oh God! Forget I even asked...
Kathy can't stop laughing as the couple head over to reception to collect their room key.
Forgive me ladies. I might be a little rusty at this, you see I'll admit I haven't even laced up a pair of boots in two years -two years to the very day in fact - let alone set foot in a nCw ring. Well, unless you count baby booties, I've been lacing up plenty of those for my youngest, but then again I don't suppose you nCw 'starlets' would count that would you? No, you're all women with an agenda. The claws are out, the fight is on - except I show up after a year away and make this little pussycat fight into a full-blown real Kat fight - and trust me ladies, there's a world of difference. I've been studying a few tapes, scouting the competition if you will and I have to say if each of you ladies are only as good as your last match, colour me not impressed. Yeah, yeah, I can hear all the meowing and hissing already as I know at least five sets of googly eyes are staring back at me all burning with the same question inside:
Who the Hell does she think she is?
Waltzing in to her first match after two years acting like she owns the place when she don't even know me. Maybe you're right, maybe I don't know you, but maybe I don't need to. See knowledge is a funny thing, it doesn't quite work one way. What I don't know about you, you don't know about me. I suppose that makes me the X Factor in this match to all of you, and you all the X Factor to me. I only know as much about each of you as you care to volunteer, and you only know about me as much as I want you to know...and what I want you to know is simply this:
I am not here for the same reasons you all are.
I'm not here to declare that I will be the next Women's Champion, I'm not here for those Starlet Tag Team Championships either. I'm not even here to settle a grudge with some little girl who refuses to grow up and move on with her life like most of you are - and that goes for the men here too. Honestly, the lengths some people go to in this business just to settle a grudge - it would almost be funny if it wasn't so desperately tragic. Now some of you out there might mistake my attitude as a product of my inexperience - you might even say that I have no experience and that I don't know what it's like to be a real wrestler...
But the fact is I know all too well.
I know because I've seen my husband tear himself apart over the trivial things, like titles and opponents that seemingly were unbeatable. I'm not going to make the same mistakes. If I lose, I won't lose any sleep over it, if I win neither will you because I'll have put you down for a nice long Kat Nap. The fact is I know how this business works because as well as being married into it, I have also lived it first hand. I've taken my fair share of bumps and bruises inside that ring, hell I've even managed to bounce back from a serious head injury and a coma because of the risks I took in this business, and unlike all of you I did it not for titles or fame or some ridiculous moniker to sell a few T-shirts. I did it for love.
I did it all for the love of one man.
One man who is my Ace in this state Kings of Wrestling. Now though, I wrestle not for him, but for myself. It's something I miss and something I honestly thought I'd never get the chance to do again, not after two kids, but Jake believed in me as he always has, and he promised me when I had to put my career on hold whilst we were expecting our second child, that one day I'd get my opportunity to wrestle again. See unlike most of you I can share in my husband's passions and that's what makes our bond that much stronger. I'm not about to spread my legs for the Steve Awesomes, the Brad Kanes or the Rob Diamonds in this company to further my career - because frankly, I'm better than that. I actually am very happily married, though I realise that in today's world that seems entirely oxymoronic a concept...
Kathy and Jake enter their hotel room closely followed by the eager bell boy who is lumbered with their luggage. Jake tells him to set it all down, kindly thanks him and sends him on his way with another generous tip, almost shoving the poor guy out of the room. Jake then pulls his wife into a sudden embrace and has her backed up against the closed door.
Jake: Right, so Tiffany has the kids for a few days...which means...
Jake kisses his wife.
Kathy: Which means I have a match to get ready for...
She kisses him back.
Jake: Right, absolutely...match...
Jake kisses her a little more breathlessly this time.
Kathy: Gotta keep up my stamina you know.
She kisses him passionately, and their exchang soon falls into hurried whispers between each successive lip lock.
Kathy: You are in a fiesty mood aren't you?
Jake: I'm just so happy to be out of that other place...
Kathy: Now, that I can understand. I'm just sorry you had to walk out because of me. Not many men would walk out they love for their wife...
Jake: Awww come on babe, it was a no brainer. I love you more than I could any job. You will always come first...
Kathy: I wouldn't be so sure of that...at least not tonight...
Kathy giggles as she lets her hands wander off camera as the couple continue to enjoy themselves.
I digress. Now many of you are probably wondering if I'm not here to settle a two year old grudge with Kelly 'The Columnist' Knite and I'm not here for titles, then why am I here? What can I possibly hope to accomplish? Well, put simply I'm here simply to enjoy myself, to compete for the joy of competing, and if nCw want to reward me with titles and other trinkets, that's up to them. I won't make demands, I'll simply consider myself lucky. I'm sorry if that isn't enough for the fans who were expecting to jerk themselves off during my match at Wired because they 'know' Women's matches aren't real wrestling matches, but with me in this contest, what they 'know' won't be anywhere near close to true. I promise you, if you stream the Web Show, you will see actual wrestling as opposed to just scantily clad women prancing around for no good reason. I may not be the most experienced, the most technical, or the most effective trash talker in this match, but what I am is lucky...
I am the luckiest woman in the world.
The only question my opponents should be asking themselves is not who I am or what I'm doing here, but just how lucky do each of them feel?