Post by Kathleen Conway on Apr 16, 2011 10:49:04 GMT -6
Kathy is shown sat in the hotel room, with her husband Jake idly shuffling a deck of cards, as he listens to his wife.
Kathy: So let me get this straight, I'm facing five other women, five women who could have at least shown me some kind of courtesy by looking into my history and getting a good idea of where I come from, what I'm all about and who I am, honestly I was expecting something more from at least three of them. Gardner, for example, probably the most experienced competitor in this match, the favourite, and even she had nothing on me. She just got pissy because I insinuated something beyond friendship between her and her good friend, Spyke. I think I might have touched a nerve or something the way she got so defensive about it...
Jake: Probably.
Kathy: Before she protests too much and makes a point of insisting how her and Spyke are just friends, she needs to realise that mine was only a passing observation. It really doesn't matter to me what the relationship is between them, it has no bearing on this match at all. It's simply a point of gossip and rumour and nothing more. Speaking of nothing more, Vargas. She is probably the self-confessed squirrel amongst the nuts in this match, clearly she underestimates each of us, not on the basis of prior experience or anything remotely sensible like that, but rather on our psychological issues. I honestly thought she'd make some clever point with the litter of kittens or something, but I guess I'm guilty of giving her far too much credit, just like the others in this match...
Jake: Definitely.
Kathy: Waffle house, make up counter? What? Really Vargas, with her bushy tail and shiny eyes and uncaring attitude, as the squirrel, she really could have gone to town on us, had a feast, but no, instead she chose to take the minimalist approach and throw out childish, nonsensical insults my way just because I have returned. Did she seriously just use the same old tired, unoriginal 'your promos send me to sleep' argument that everybody always defaults to when they just can't admit they've got nothing more to say?
Jake: Well, what else were you expecting? This is nCw and you're married to me, let's face it sweetie, 'your promos send me to sleep' is going to be pretty much every uninspired opponent's attitude towards you, until you show them otherwise...
Kathy: Yes, I suppose you have a point, but still I was expecting something more, but I guess Nexus is ironically the smartest of my opponents in this match. At least she has fallen as silent as her doll, and maybe that's because she knows she has nothing to say, or perhaps she just does all her talking in the ring. Either way, she's not quite as big a tit as Lewis, nor as quite screwed in the head as Sullivan.
Jake: Did she seriously try to convince some firemen to put out Alysson's hair?
Kathy: Figures you'd notice that. I know you've always had a thing for redheads in general, but yeah apparently she did and what's worse is she exposed her child to her insane reasoning. Honestly, that's just sad and makes the Nexus look sane. I mean when I was injured, I left Soli in your care because I didn't want her exposed to my...eccentricity. That's just being a good and conscientious mother, something Sullivan obviously doesn't care about...
Jake: Maybe she doesn't, but I look at it like this. If this truly is the calibre of your competition, then you have a pretty good chance on Sunday at my favourite time of the year. I've always liked Sovereign, its where I won the World Championship against the odds...
Kathy: Yeah, there's a certain undeniable poetry to it all, one of your first big matches here was a multiman showcase match which you won, I only hope that I can replicate some of your success...
Jake: I have no doubt that you will, the best advice I can give you is to continue doing what you've been doing and never fall into the same trap I did and let anybody beat you psychologically before a match, like Adam Knite did to me....
Kathy: I know that still irks you, but I thank you for your advice and intend to do my best to follow it, win or lose I'm not going to be brought down by any of the women here. I'm not here to get into catfights for no reason, I'm just here to have fun and nothing more...
Jake raises an eyebrow at his wife who smiles with a quiet understated confidence at him. At that moment, he admired her nonchalant attitude in the face of adversity. Clearly she wasn't going to play the same game all of her opponents were playing, and Jake wondered if he could ever learn to do that and not make every battle about something more like he had in the past and that had cost him dearly.
Kathy: So let me get this straight, I'm facing five other women, five women who could have at least shown me some kind of courtesy by looking into my history and getting a good idea of where I come from, what I'm all about and who I am, honestly I was expecting something more from at least three of them. Gardner, for example, probably the most experienced competitor in this match, the favourite, and even she had nothing on me. She just got pissy because I insinuated something beyond friendship between her and her good friend, Spyke. I think I might have touched a nerve or something the way she got so defensive about it...
Jake: Probably.
Kathy: Before she protests too much and makes a point of insisting how her and Spyke are just friends, she needs to realise that mine was only a passing observation. It really doesn't matter to me what the relationship is between them, it has no bearing on this match at all. It's simply a point of gossip and rumour and nothing more. Speaking of nothing more, Vargas. She is probably the self-confessed squirrel amongst the nuts in this match, clearly she underestimates each of us, not on the basis of prior experience or anything remotely sensible like that, but rather on our psychological issues. I honestly thought she'd make some clever point with the litter of kittens or something, but I guess I'm guilty of giving her far too much credit, just like the others in this match...
Jake: Definitely.
Kathy: Waffle house, make up counter? What? Really Vargas, with her bushy tail and shiny eyes and uncaring attitude, as the squirrel, she really could have gone to town on us, had a feast, but no, instead she chose to take the minimalist approach and throw out childish, nonsensical insults my way just because I have returned. Did she seriously just use the same old tired, unoriginal 'your promos send me to sleep' argument that everybody always defaults to when they just can't admit they've got nothing more to say?
Jake: Well, what else were you expecting? This is nCw and you're married to me, let's face it sweetie, 'your promos send me to sleep' is going to be pretty much every uninspired opponent's attitude towards you, until you show them otherwise...
Kathy: Yes, I suppose you have a point, but still I was expecting something more, but I guess Nexus is ironically the smartest of my opponents in this match. At least she has fallen as silent as her doll, and maybe that's because she knows she has nothing to say, or perhaps she just does all her talking in the ring. Either way, she's not quite as big a tit as Lewis, nor as quite screwed in the head as Sullivan.
Jake: Did she seriously try to convince some firemen to put out Alysson's hair?
Kathy: Figures you'd notice that. I know you've always had a thing for redheads in general, but yeah apparently she did and what's worse is she exposed her child to her insane reasoning. Honestly, that's just sad and makes the Nexus look sane. I mean when I was injured, I left Soli in your care because I didn't want her exposed to my...eccentricity. That's just being a good and conscientious mother, something Sullivan obviously doesn't care about...
Jake: Maybe she doesn't, but I look at it like this. If this truly is the calibre of your competition, then you have a pretty good chance on Sunday at my favourite time of the year. I've always liked Sovereign, its where I won the World Championship against the odds...
Kathy: Yeah, there's a certain undeniable poetry to it all, one of your first big matches here was a multiman showcase match which you won, I only hope that I can replicate some of your success...
Jake: I have no doubt that you will, the best advice I can give you is to continue doing what you've been doing and never fall into the same trap I did and let anybody beat you psychologically before a match, like Adam Knite did to me....
Kathy: I know that still irks you, but I thank you for your advice and intend to do my best to follow it, win or lose I'm not going to be brought down by any of the women here. I'm not here to get into catfights for no reason, I'm just here to have fun and nothing more...
Jake raises an eyebrow at his wife who smiles with a quiet understated confidence at him. At that moment, he admired her nonchalant attitude in the face of adversity. Clearly she wasn't going to play the same game all of her opponents were playing, and Jake wondered if he could ever learn to do that and not make every battle about something more like he had in the past and that had cost him dearly.