Post by Emma Danielson on Aug 28, 2011 0:11:13 GMT -6
We open on Emma Danielson sitting in her hotel room, staring wearily into a webcam. She runs a hand through her hair, groaning and cracking her neck. In the background, Crystal Hilton is asleep on the bed, wrapped in a fluffy blanket with a dry pillow under her head. The couch looks like it's got far less pleasant accomodations for Emma, but she doesn't seem to give a damn. Her hair still appears damp from her and Crystal's impromptu swim.
“First things first, Aly. I don't smoke cigars. I smoke cigarettes. Cigars are too damn big and too much work for the payoff. But moving on from that, we come to the subject of Crystal Hilton. You seem to be taking offense to me trying to befriend her...was it the comment about last week being a fluke? Stupid **** happens, Alysson. We get caught in the heat of the moment and say dumb things. I've done it, you've done it, we've all done it. She looked like she needed a hand up. I offered it because despite all the booze, despite all the ramblings, my father didn't want me to make his mistakes.”
Emma looks up into the camera with a sober look on her face. From her wincing, it's clear she definitely broke her own rule about not drinking too much the night before a big match. She fishes around in her bag for some aspirin, trying to suppress her irritation.
“That's why I offered her that hand. Because at the end of the day, no matter what stupid **** people may say or do, nobody is beyond redemption. Now, enough of that. You wanted me to focus on you, turn my rage and intensity to you, Miss Women's Champion. Well, ask and ye shall damn well receive. You want my wrath? You got it. Aly, when we step in the ring Sunday...every shot you take is for one I've taken. Every blow is for an insult, every throw for a jab...every time I knock you down, it's for every time I've ever been told NO.”
She practically seethes through her teeth, glancing back and being careful to check her volume as Crystal stirs. She winces, shaking her head and looking back to the camera with a smile of triumph before setting a bottle of aspirin on the table. She opens the bottle, tapping out a few pills into the cap.
“If we always got what we wanted, Aly...well, let's just say I wouldn't be renting hotel rooms for one person and I would be defending that belt, not challenging for it. I'm ready to put everything I am on the line for that belt. Every drop of blood, every single bead of sweat, each damned tear that makes me up. Because that's what it means to be the champion in a company like nCw...you need to invest yourself wholesale. I'm focused, Alysson. You know why I took shots at the Starlets? Because I respect you. Because I respect you too much to take the low road and start hurtling baseless insults at you. I still won't. You deserve more than that.”
Emma grins wryly, opening a can of Diet Coke and sipping it. Danielson pops the aspirin in her mouth, washing them down with another mouthful of Coke. She sighs, looking back at Crystal rolling over and mumbling in her sleep about Steve. She smiles at this faintly.
“It's adorable...Alysson, I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back. My best friend, a man I thought I loved, turned his back on everything he was for a shot at glory, and he fell laughably short. You...you think an errant comment from someone is cause for concern. Alysson, I'm completely focused on our match. Being with Crystal, it let me relax. See, getting to see her realize that she isn't as hated as she thinks she is...that moment when she looked up at me from the lake, that look in her eyes...I don't see that very often. Do you know what it was? It was contentedness. She was happy with things. I got into this business to hurt people. As I keep going, though...”
She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose and shrugs, taking another sip of her Diet Coke before continuing.
“I don't know. It's not just about the violence anymore. Sure, that's a fun side effect, but more and more I feel like the biggest thrill I get is hearing the fans cheer when my music hits, when my name's announced...chanting my name to get me back in the game...the pop I got when I hit the TNT on Cleo in that hardcore match...THAT is what I want to live for, ***damnit. I'm not in this for an ideological war, I'm in this because the fans demand nothing but the best, and I demand the same thing. I'm sure you can agree with that sort of philosophy, eh Aly?”
Danielson grins, winking at the camera. She leans back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling and yawning a bit before snapping her head back forward. Emma brushes her hair out of her face, grinning with a bit of a dazed expression.
“This match could go either way. Most people figure you're going to pull a repeat of last week. Me? I'm aiming to shock the world. Kelly pointed out that if I beat you Sunday, I would have the distinction of ending the longest and shortest Women's title reigns in nCw history. Aly...I'm going to make that happen. I'm bringing everything I have. At the end of the day, we're going to have a winner...and hell, win lose or draw I'm still jonesing for a hardcore rematch against you. Clutch time here in MSG...good luck, Aly...we're both going to need it. I'm out of here. Word to your mother.”
She tosses a quick salute to the camera, standing up and walking over to the couch. Emma flops down on it, waving as the shot fades to black on her rolling over and trying to sleep, while Crystal gently slumbers on the bed.
“First things first, Aly. I don't smoke cigars. I smoke cigarettes. Cigars are too damn big and too much work for the payoff. But moving on from that, we come to the subject of Crystal Hilton. You seem to be taking offense to me trying to befriend her...was it the comment about last week being a fluke? Stupid **** happens, Alysson. We get caught in the heat of the moment and say dumb things. I've done it, you've done it, we've all done it. She looked like she needed a hand up. I offered it because despite all the booze, despite all the ramblings, my father didn't want me to make his mistakes.”
Emma looks up into the camera with a sober look on her face. From her wincing, it's clear she definitely broke her own rule about not drinking too much the night before a big match. She fishes around in her bag for some aspirin, trying to suppress her irritation.
“That's why I offered her that hand. Because at the end of the day, no matter what stupid **** people may say or do, nobody is beyond redemption. Now, enough of that. You wanted me to focus on you, turn my rage and intensity to you, Miss Women's Champion. Well, ask and ye shall damn well receive. You want my wrath? You got it. Aly, when we step in the ring Sunday...every shot you take is for one I've taken. Every blow is for an insult, every throw for a jab...every time I knock you down, it's for every time I've ever been told NO.”
She practically seethes through her teeth, glancing back and being careful to check her volume as Crystal stirs. She winces, shaking her head and looking back to the camera with a smile of triumph before setting a bottle of aspirin on the table. She opens the bottle, tapping out a few pills into the cap.
“If we always got what we wanted, Aly...well, let's just say I wouldn't be renting hotel rooms for one person and I would be defending that belt, not challenging for it. I'm ready to put everything I am on the line for that belt. Every drop of blood, every single bead of sweat, each damned tear that makes me up. Because that's what it means to be the champion in a company like nCw...you need to invest yourself wholesale. I'm focused, Alysson. You know why I took shots at the Starlets? Because I respect you. Because I respect you too much to take the low road and start hurtling baseless insults at you. I still won't. You deserve more than that.”
Emma grins wryly, opening a can of Diet Coke and sipping it. Danielson pops the aspirin in her mouth, washing them down with another mouthful of Coke. She sighs, looking back at Crystal rolling over and mumbling in her sleep about Steve. She smiles at this faintly.
“It's adorable...Alysson, I know what it's like to have a friend stab you in the back. My best friend, a man I thought I loved, turned his back on everything he was for a shot at glory, and he fell laughably short. You...you think an errant comment from someone is cause for concern. Alysson, I'm completely focused on our match. Being with Crystal, it let me relax. See, getting to see her realize that she isn't as hated as she thinks she is...that moment when she looked up at me from the lake, that look in her eyes...I don't see that very often. Do you know what it was? It was contentedness. She was happy with things. I got into this business to hurt people. As I keep going, though...”
She sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose and shrugs, taking another sip of her Diet Coke before continuing.
“I don't know. It's not just about the violence anymore. Sure, that's a fun side effect, but more and more I feel like the biggest thrill I get is hearing the fans cheer when my music hits, when my name's announced...chanting my name to get me back in the game...the pop I got when I hit the TNT on Cleo in that hardcore match...THAT is what I want to live for, ***damnit. I'm not in this for an ideological war, I'm in this because the fans demand nothing but the best, and I demand the same thing. I'm sure you can agree with that sort of philosophy, eh Aly?”
Danielson grins, winking at the camera. She leans back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling and yawning a bit before snapping her head back forward. Emma brushes her hair out of her face, grinning with a bit of a dazed expression.
“This match could go either way. Most people figure you're going to pull a repeat of last week. Me? I'm aiming to shock the world. Kelly pointed out that if I beat you Sunday, I would have the distinction of ending the longest and shortest Women's title reigns in nCw history. Aly...I'm going to make that happen. I'm bringing everything I have. At the end of the day, we're going to have a winner...and hell, win lose or draw I'm still jonesing for a hardcore rematch against you. Clutch time here in MSG...good luck, Aly...we're both going to need it. I'm out of here. Word to your mother.”
She tosses a quick salute to the camera, standing up and walking over to the couch. Emma flops down on it, waving as the shot fades to black on her rolling over and trying to sleep, while Crystal gently slumbers on the bed.