Post by Kathleen Conway on Oct 27, 2011 19:58:33 GMT -6
Sunday Night Collision
23/10/11
23/10/11
Mercy? What the hell are you doing here?
My heart stopped as I watched her standing so close to him, my husband and my friend - it sounded so cliche, as my brain raced with thoughts of all of my husband's past indiscretions. The three and a half years of marriage gave way to fear and paranoia.
Mercedes: Kathy? How are you? Hope the kids are okay... I just stopped by to wish Jake luck in his match here tonight...
For a terrible moment I was unconvinced and my doubts laced my next words with a bile and a venom that was uncharastic of me - at least most of the time.
Kathy: He's not deaf, I'm sure he could have heard you wish him good luck without getting that close to his ear...
Mercedes just smiled, and my brain translated it to her laughter, echoing in my head. Did she think I was a fool?
Mercedes: Chill out sis...nobody here is trying to steal your man...
Maybe she was right, maybe I was misreading the situation. Jake wouldn't do this to me, not with two kids, he loves me and I love him - nothing will break that. Get a hold of yourself Kathy...
With that Mercy left, she looked over her shoulder at Jake before she left and I turned away from her, holding my tongue from saying anything that might make the situation any worse. I just wanted to put it behind me, but first I had to be sure.
Kathy: She was just wishing you good luck, huh?
The Ace: Uhhh...yeah, she just came by to wish me luck...
Kathy: That all?
The Ace: Yeah, that's all, Kat...
Strangely as I looked into his big brown eyes and saw the love they held for me, I believed him, but I still had to let him know there were some doubs, doubts planted after our argument a few weeks ago, an argument that had ended up winding the rumour mill at the centre of all this.
Kathy: It better be...
The Ace: Relax honey, I know she's like a sister to you...
Bad call as my head flashed with thoughts of the affair he had had with my younger sister Tiffany. Rather than let the paranoia lead me down the road to another argument that would fuel the rumour mill, I decided to dismiss it with a casual joke.
Kathy: Yeah, and I know what you like to do to my sisters...now come here you, and allow me to wish you luck aswell...
I stepped closer to MY husband with a smile of my own, and I rested my hand on his bare chest to feel if his heart still beat out my name in his chest and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.
The taste of his lips, as his tongue wrestled mine into submission, my fears suddenly tapped out, there were no more thoughts of Vargas here, only our strong, unbreakable bond being reinforced by his kiss.
After several moments in his wife's embrace, he broke the kiss and headed out the door.
Kathy: Good luck darling....
Jake looked at his me with his heart-meltingly confident smirk.
The Ace: Thanks babe, but I'm really not the one who needs it...
As Jake headed out of his locker-room, I got my breath back - my faith in the sanctity of our marriage back on steady ground - at least for the moment.
There was a knock at the door and for a moment I wondered what Jake had forgotten as I walked over to open the door with a smile, but there stood in the doorway wasn't the love of my life, it was my boss.
Kathy: Mr Fox...please come in.
Leonard entered the room with a smile of his own.
Leonard Fox: Ah, Mrs Conway. I thought I'd find you here...
Kathy: What can I do for you, sir?
Leonard Fox: No, no, Mrs Conway, a more appropriate wuestion is what can I do for you?
Kathy: Oh, but Mr Fox, you've already done so much. I can't thank you enough for giving me the few weeks off after I lost to Kelly, I needed to reset and spend time with my children...
Leonard Fox: Not a problem, never let it be said that I don't know how to look after my talent...and now I'm going to look after you again. How would you like to earn an opportunity at the Starlets' World Championship this Sunday?
I was taken aback, part of me thought I didn't really deserve it at this point in time, but the fierce competitor in me reminded me that this is why I was here and I'd be stupid to turn it down....
Kathy: Thank you Mr Fox, but may I ask who my opponent is going to be?
Leonard simply grinned.
Leonard Fox: There's only one person who can truly be given this golden opportunity, and its going to be either you Mrs Conway or your associate, Miss Vargas. Now before you say anything, yes I know all about the rumours circulating and frankly I don't care if they're true or not - I don't know, but what I do know is what's good for business and trust me, I know this match will be very good for business...best of luck, Mrs Conway...
Even I could not argue with that as Leonard took his leave...
So, Mercedes Vargas. We both knew this day would come, but it isn't as if we haven't been pitted against each other before, so if this match was happening before we had ever teamed up out of sheer coincidence and the company needing somebody to desperately step up and fill the void left by Zelda, I would have said I knew exactly what to expect from you - you would have waved your finger at me, had a few choice words for me in Spanglish, whilst condescendingly waving that finger at me, topped it all off with half a dozen cat jokes and called it a day. After all we've been through in the last few months, after I've proven myself as a dependable partner on more than one occassion, I'd like to think I've changed your opinion of me considerably.
I don't know if I have though, so why don't you tell me Mercy? Tell me what you expect me to say here, what do you want me to say? Do you want me to treat you as an opponent I hate, or as a sister I love and respect? More importantly, how are you going to treat me? Are you going to be the same old Vargas who looks down on everybody from her ivory tower or are you going to be the Vargas who is my friend and partner?
I'd like to think it was the latter because we are Opportunity, we're not POP, we don't need to follow the same old tired wrestling cliches and tear chunks out of each other for a mere chance at ten pounds of leather and gold. I've seen it first hand, with my husband, he turned on his best friend Steve when the World Championship and professional pride got in the way, and the only way they settled their differences was in a Dragon's Den. Please don't make me drag this out or blow it out of proportion any more than it has to be.
I haven't confronted you about the rumours the internet fans are spreading, and do you know why? Because I trust you enough to give you the benefit of the doubt - and the worst thing you could do right now Mercy is to abuse that trust unnecessarily. Whilst it is true that Jake and I did argue after some photos of you hugging him at a fan access event surfaced, I've had time to sit back and reflect and maybe I overreacted. After all, it's perfectly natural for two entirely plutonic friends to hug each other, right?
I really don't want to be that possessive bitchy, fiercely terroritorial wife who warns you to take her claws out of her man, so I'm asking you as a friend, don't give me a reason. Don't give me a reason to cross that already blurry line between love and hate. I really don't want to go there, I'd much rather take the road less travelled, the high road.
By all means, let's give the fans one hell of a competitive contest, but let's do it without making it personal. Let's prove BWA wrong, let's prove we can survive and endure this as friends and partners. Let's prove that a title opportunity is what made us, and another will only make us stronger - and not break us as everybody out there is already predicting. We did it once already, let's do it again, let's prove the critics and naysayers wrong one more time. What do you say, Sis? Now if you'll excuse me, Jake and I have the nCw Halloween Party to go get ready for, hope to see you there Mercy....
With that, Kathy flashes a smile at the camera before it fades slowly on the a picture of fragile beauty and trust.