Post by Alysson Gardner on Aug 28, 2011 7:47:40 GMT -6
Heavy, dirty metal. That seems to calm my moods when I'm angry. And is on that sound, and the image of my apartment, that we open up. As usual, I'm working out, and I'm doing it that style you guys know me to do: the hard way. As I lift these weights, that are a bit too heavy for me to take on at this time in the week, I grimace and groan, as a stimulation for myself to keep going. And hell, does it work.
Alysson: Forty-eight... Nnnnngh, forty-nine... FIFTY!
And with a loud thud, I let the weights fall down into the ground and sigh. My arms burn, but that's exactly how I want them to be. I tretch and spin them to put all things in place, and then tilt my head to the sides to hear and feel my neck snap as the vertebral bones are going back to their correct place.
As if on cue, Spike hugs me from behind. Yes, he had been around - hey, since the show is in New York, why do we need a hotel? - and he's been watching me do all this effort since the beginning of the week.
Spike: If you keep going at this rate, your arms gonna fall before the show.
I chuckle and sigh.
Alysson: They can fall and rest wherever they want after I'm done tonight.
Spike: Hmmm... I can tell somthing is disturbing you.
Alysson: Huh?
Spike: Well, you're banging your head to the dirtiest metal I've ever seen you hear, and you're making an unnecessarily hard effort to keep yourself strong for a match against a woman you've been saying you respect for three weeks... I don't think this is all because of the championship defense.
Spike is right. Damn, no wonder he owns one of the most illustrious careers in this business - he knows exactly what he's doing.
Alysson: Mike, this is my first World Championship in my entire carrer. I was not a champion in the indies, and in Ring of Beauty I came up short three times. It's my chance to prove people that I CAN be a World Champion. I NEED this win. I, I mean... Mike, you're a Hall of Famer yourself right now, but think of when you won your first ever championship. I'm pretty sure people doubted you and kept finding flaws on your style, but you knew you had to be there and put on a big show, right?
Spike: That's pretty much right, yeah.
Alysson: Exactly! I mean, people have been calling me out for no-showing big matches or putting on those half-assed matches like when I got pinned by Mandi Matthews of all people, but they can't understand that at that time I had my head full of problems that needed to be sorted out, and now that these problms aren't around anymore, it's my perfect chance to show everybody that I'm not just a busty bloody curtain jerker!
I then turn around and look at him with my hazel eyes all teary, as I let the emotions get the best of me.
Alysson: Mike, I NEED to retain this Championship, otherwise I'm going to be known as the shortest reigning champion EVER in NCW, and I won't have proved s*** to anybody, because in their heads I'm gonna be the lucky ass bitch that was in that Riot Match at the right time and caught Ayla Saint James in a bad day. I NEED to make these people stop thinking that I'm a talentless hack that runs away from danger to hide away some kind of incompetence and no-shows for being lazy. I mean, even my so-called best friend is calling me a fluke, and everybody is all like "oh hey, don't worry, Alysson is just a lucky dork, that's gonna wear out soon", but that's NOT... LIKE... IT IS!
I'm breathing all heavily now as Spike strokes my hair.
Spike: So that's what's bothering you, huh? The whole deal with Crystal running that s*** bucket of a mouth of hers about you.
I answer that with my silence.
Spike: Don't you think you're getting way too worked up about that?
Alysson: ... what... What do you mean?
Spike: Well, as we all know, you're the Women's World Champion, plain and simple. People ARE gonna take shots and shots at you because they want to find THAT crack in your armor, and when they do, they'll attack. They want you unprepared, emotional, so when they strike, you'll fall. And come ON, Aly... Don't you think Crystal is a bit too greedy to play a contender's best friend?
Alysson: ... well, Crystal IS greedy...
Spike: Yep. Think of it like this: You're the champion, Emma is the contender. Right? Which means everybody else is not involved. With the exception of the girls involved in the Tag Team Championship, the rest of the women in the lockers are pissed off simply because they're not involved. And we all know Crystal is a highly intelligent woman, otherwise she wouldn't of done the things she's done as of late. Maybe... And this is a highly risqué opinion of mine... Maybe Crystal wants to play bitch so after you and Emma are done with one another, she jumps in immediately as the third via. Does that make sense to you?
Hey, his scenario works! It makes sense now.
Alysson: Huh, yeah... Crystal has always been known for doing everything in her powers to be in the scene...
Spike: So there. Maybe she's just doing that again.
That makes me happier. Then maybe the problem is not me.
Spike: Calm down, okay? It's not because people are calling you a flunk that they actually mean it. And as we all know... You've proved them more than once that you ARE capable of making things happen.
I nod, a tad happier now, as I hug Spike closely.
Alysson: I'm so lucky to have you around.
Spike: I'm lucky to BE around.
And we kiss passionately. The way we like to do it - like teenagers in a ravishing passion. Fade out.
I'm sorry, Emma. I can't let you win.
As much as I do admire you, I can't let you win. I'm the champion, and I need to be the champion. That's the only way I'll earn that respect you told me weeks ago. That respect among the women that took the toll, bled and sweated for this division. The same women that have been calling me not a lucky rookie for being a newbie that got their gold, but a major upset for stealing it from them when they had their best and unique-most chance at it.
I enjoy the fact that you want this to be a historical match for the women's division, as the two toughest women in the roster are going to collide, and I'll admit it, I do too. But I need to defend this championship. So I can be one of you. The women of the division, the household's best. Being the champion NOW won't help it; being the champion AFTER, that will.
So bring on all of your fury. I need it. That's going to be the best fuel ever. I want the most furious, most focused, most explosive Emma Danielson I can get come the pay-per-view.
Because when I beat you, there will be no remaining signs whatsoever that Alysson Gardner is just an upset.
Alysson: Forty-eight... Nnnnngh, forty-nine... FIFTY!
And with a loud thud, I let the weights fall down into the ground and sigh. My arms burn, but that's exactly how I want them to be. I tretch and spin them to put all things in place, and then tilt my head to the sides to hear and feel my neck snap as the vertebral bones are going back to their correct place.
As if on cue, Spike hugs me from behind. Yes, he had been around - hey, since the show is in New York, why do we need a hotel? - and he's been watching me do all this effort since the beginning of the week.
Spike: If you keep going at this rate, your arms gonna fall before the show.
I chuckle and sigh.
Alysson: They can fall and rest wherever they want after I'm done tonight.
Spike: Hmmm... I can tell somthing is disturbing you.
Alysson: Huh?
Spike: Well, you're banging your head to the dirtiest metal I've ever seen you hear, and you're making an unnecessarily hard effort to keep yourself strong for a match against a woman you've been saying you respect for three weeks... I don't think this is all because of the championship defense.
Spike is right. Damn, no wonder he owns one of the most illustrious careers in this business - he knows exactly what he's doing.
Alysson: Mike, this is my first World Championship in my entire carrer. I was not a champion in the indies, and in Ring of Beauty I came up short three times. It's my chance to prove people that I CAN be a World Champion. I NEED this win. I, I mean... Mike, you're a Hall of Famer yourself right now, but think of when you won your first ever championship. I'm pretty sure people doubted you and kept finding flaws on your style, but you knew you had to be there and put on a big show, right?
Spike: That's pretty much right, yeah.
Alysson: Exactly! I mean, people have been calling me out for no-showing big matches or putting on those half-assed matches like when I got pinned by Mandi Matthews of all people, but they can't understand that at that time I had my head full of problems that needed to be sorted out, and now that these problms aren't around anymore, it's my perfect chance to show everybody that I'm not just a busty bloody curtain jerker!
I then turn around and look at him with my hazel eyes all teary, as I let the emotions get the best of me.
Alysson: Mike, I NEED to retain this Championship, otherwise I'm going to be known as the shortest reigning champion EVER in NCW, and I won't have proved s*** to anybody, because in their heads I'm gonna be the lucky ass bitch that was in that Riot Match at the right time and caught Ayla Saint James in a bad day. I NEED to make these people stop thinking that I'm a talentless hack that runs away from danger to hide away some kind of incompetence and no-shows for being lazy. I mean, even my so-called best friend is calling me a fluke, and everybody is all like "oh hey, don't worry, Alysson is just a lucky dork, that's gonna wear out soon", but that's NOT... LIKE... IT IS!
I'm breathing all heavily now as Spike strokes my hair.
Spike: So that's what's bothering you, huh? The whole deal with Crystal running that s*** bucket of a mouth of hers about you.
I answer that with my silence.
Spike: Don't you think you're getting way too worked up about that?
Alysson: ... what... What do you mean?
Spike: Well, as we all know, you're the Women's World Champion, plain and simple. People ARE gonna take shots and shots at you because they want to find THAT crack in your armor, and when they do, they'll attack. They want you unprepared, emotional, so when they strike, you'll fall. And come ON, Aly... Don't you think Crystal is a bit too greedy to play a contender's best friend?
Alysson: ... well, Crystal IS greedy...
Spike: Yep. Think of it like this: You're the champion, Emma is the contender. Right? Which means everybody else is not involved. With the exception of the girls involved in the Tag Team Championship, the rest of the women in the lockers are pissed off simply because they're not involved. And we all know Crystal is a highly intelligent woman, otherwise she wouldn't of done the things she's done as of late. Maybe... And this is a highly risqué opinion of mine... Maybe Crystal wants to play bitch so after you and Emma are done with one another, she jumps in immediately as the third via. Does that make sense to you?
Hey, his scenario works! It makes sense now.
Alysson: Huh, yeah... Crystal has always been known for doing everything in her powers to be in the scene...
Spike: So there. Maybe she's just doing that again.
That makes me happier. Then maybe the problem is not me.
Spike: Calm down, okay? It's not because people are calling you a flunk that they actually mean it. And as we all know... You've proved them more than once that you ARE capable of making things happen.
I nod, a tad happier now, as I hug Spike closely.
Alysson: I'm so lucky to have you around.
Spike: I'm lucky to BE around.
And we kiss passionately. The way we like to do it - like teenagers in a ravishing passion. Fade out.
I'm sorry, Emma. I can't let you win.
As much as I do admire you, I can't let you win. I'm the champion, and I need to be the champion. That's the only way I'll earn that respect you told me weeks ago. That respect among the women that took the toll, bled and sweated for this division. The same women that have been calling me not a lucky rookie for being a newbie that got their gold, but a major upset for stealing it from them when they had their best and unique-most chance at it.
I enjoy the fact that you want this to be a historical match for the women's division, as the two toughest women in the roster are going to collide, and I'll admit it, I do too. But I need to defend this championship. So I can be one of you. The women of the division, the household's best. Being the champion NOW won't help it; being the champion AFTER, that will.
So bring on all of your fury. I need it. That's going to be the best fuel ever. I want the most furious, most focused, most explosive Emma Danielson I can get come the pay-per-view.
Because when I beat you, there will be no remaining signs whatsoever that Alysson Gardner is just an upset.