Post by Kelly Fox on Oct 28, 2011 7:52:36 GMT -6
Kelly stumbles through the door with sweat still falling down her face from her training session and throws her bag into the floor. Adam follows after her, he looks nice and relaxed from his time of barking orders at his wife and has a big smile on his face. Kelly turns and looks at him but quickly turns away in disgust after looking at his brand new “Kelly Knite and Xander Famularo Road to the Gold Champions” T-shirt.
“Pretty proud of yourself huh?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I took two wrestlers, two genders, two completely different styles of wrestling and turned them both into Road to the Gold champions. Yes I am pretty proud of myself on that.”
“Being proud is one thing... you on the other hand have it practically tattooed on your forehead.”
Adam brings his hand to his chin, resting his index finger under his lip and his thumb on his chin, Kelly rolls her eyes at him and gives him one of those serious wife looks.
“Don’t you even think about it.”
“Oh you’re no fun.”
Adam puffs out his bottom lip like a sick little puppy and Kelly can’t help but laugh at his playfulness. She calls him towards her by motioning with her index finger and when he’s within reach she plants a kiss on him that causes him to put his arms on her waist and pull her close. Their loving embrace doesn’t last long however when the door is shoved in and in barges Zelda.
“I’m staying with you guys.”
“Wait Z... what’s going on?”
“I left, I’m staying here, I... I need somewhere to stay.”
“Isn’t this the third time in a month that you’ve done the whole leaving to come stay with us thing? Where’s Rob?”
“**** ROB! I’m going to my room”
The husband and wife both cock one eyebrow to this as they watch Zelda storm away to her old room, after several seconds Kelly turns around to go back to where her and Adam were but Adam quickly pulls away and glares at her.
“What?”
“You should probably go talk to her.”
“ME?! Why me!? You’re her brother, you go talk to her!”
“Your a woman, she’s a woman...”
“I don’t give ****, I’m not ****ing Oprah! Why is it my responsibility to comfort her every time that jackass does something to piss her off. It’s your turn.”
Adam crosses his arms across his chest and stares at his wife with a stern expression, she crosses her arms and does the exact same thing back at him and the two stare at each other in this test of wills. Finally Kelly rolls her eyes as she throws her head to the side.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Kelly she looks up to you.”
“How do you figure?”
“Your the closest thing she’s ever had to a motherly influence in her life Kel, she’s lived with my dad and me her entire life, then moved in with Gib and Xander and now is with Rob... you’re the only female who has ever really been there for her. You’d know what to say better than I would when it comes to jackass guys. She respects you, you’re her big sister.”
Kelly lets out a long, deep sigh, she knows what Adam is saying makes a lot of sense and again he slaps her back to reality with his logic. Kelly’s eyes soften, and her expression turns to sympathetic.
“Does she really look up to me like that?”
“Of course she does, now that she’s pregnant, I bet she could use somebody who went through all that even more.”
“Goddammit I hate when you have a point. You get that cocky ass grin on your face, and it’s just... just disgusting I say. If i didn’t love you so much I swear... slap it right off you face.”
Adam laughs at his wife’s playful reaction before she gives him a kiss on the cheek and turns around to make her way towards Zelda.
I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't honored by your apparent respect for me.
I'd be a moron to try and pull a retcon and say I never saw anything in you.
You're a good wrestler who fought hard to get where she is at.
I said it numerous times...
When everybody else was dogging you, I was defending your every move.
And now we find ourselves across the ring from one another. The World champion, the Road to the Gold winning challenger, all or nothing.
May the best woman win right?
"insert random cliche here"
Oh puke...
where's the fun in that?
So what is this going to be, you and I are just going to spend the next week complimenting each other on our nails and talk about how much we respect the other? I guess that would be a nice change of pace around here considering all the mud slinging that goes on, but I really don’t play that game. No offense to you or anything, but it’s kinda boring telling you how great I think you are or you going on about how I was the first person who believed in you so forth and so forth, I want a bit of action here, I want some excitement, I need to have the blood rushing through my veins and it’s kinda hard to do that listening to you ramble on and on about how much you love Kelly and hate Zelda, because of some inane reasoning.
Was I the first person who really came out and said that she thought Shelly Taylor-Jones was going to amount to a lot in this company? Yes I was. Did I go on and on about how great you were going to be in my Knitelife column, constantly singing your praises each and every week? Sure I was. Does that mean I have to right now? No it sure as hell doesn’t. I did not enter this tournament to play nice, to hug you and shake your hand, I didn’t win the Road to the Gold so I could get into this match and then decide to be all cutesy and ****, no. I want to ****ing win the world title. If it was you, Trish Newborn, Zelda, whoever standing it my way it wouldn’t matter I’d come into this exactly the same. I don’t give a damn about allegiances or friendships, I am friends with Crystal Hilton, it didn’t stop me from tearing into her with everything I had. Signing that contract to be on the full time roster was me taking the gloves off, so if you put your guard down hoping that I was going to step otu here and sing your praises, then you better put those gloves up before you take a right cross to the jaw.
What does it come as a surprise to you that I’m not all about rainbows and unicorns ****ting cupcakes right now? It shouldn’t because you of all people who claimed to have followed me while I was saying nice pretty things about you should realize that I’m not one to mince words here and I’m going to speak my mind. You can do the whole respect spiel that you did last week if you like, you can go on about how you valued my opinion or whatever all night if you feel the need, but I’m going to treat you this week... like my worst ****ing enemy. Like you just slapped my child in the face... that’s who you are to me right now, you’re not Shelly Taylor-Jones, the fast rising Starlet w ho I think is doing everything the right way that I gushed about in my column for months, no... You’re Shelly Taylor Jones, the stuck up, arrogant, two timing gutter trash bitch.
Sorry.
When this match is over, win or lose, I’ll shake your hand, I’ll show you respect, win or lose I’ll treat you just like any other wrestler that I have a deep found respect for because that’s what you’ll be to me again. You’re a tough and dedicated competitor, everybody knows that, just like everybody knows what I am, and I’m not some sunshine pumper, I’m going to point out your flaws, I’m going to rag on you, and I’m going to insult your ****ing face until I go horse in the throat... then when it’s all said and done, I’ll be right there shouting from the rooftops how good you are win or lose.
I could play nice, I could tell you how everything I said about you was true...
but I won’t.
There is no fun in that...
Two respectful ladies having a good clean argument over who respects the other more?
Who the **** wants to see that!?
I’m not going to say a single nice thing about you. If you choose to do so? Fine with me. Tell me about how great I am and how much my encouragement meant to you, tell me how you view me as more than just a commentator like everybody else did before this tournament maybe even tell me you believed in me from the beginning and that I really should have been in that tournament instead of Zelda, I’d appreciate and I’d thank you for the praise and admiration that you showed me, but just in case we are not clear on this subject... don’t expect anything even resembling a compliment from my lips until one of us has that title in their hands as Road to the Gold is slowly fading away to memory.
You can have your battle of respect
Take your “good fight”
Or your spirit of competition
redemption...
Whatever it is you’re looking for...
It is all yours...
Me? I’ll take the belt.
Kelly slowly pushes the door open and sees Zelda at computer desk that currently has no computer on it with her face planted into the wood. As Kelly walks into the room, Zelda turns and looks up at her, causing Zelda to sign and slam her head back down.
“Z.”
“I don’t want to hear it Kelly. I know what you’re going to say, I’m just being a baby, that I’m a kid and it’s my fault for rushing into a relationship and whatever. I don’t care, I just found out my entire relationship was based off a bet... A BET to see who could sleep with me first!”
“I wasn’t...”
“I wish I could be like you and just say screw it, I wish I was stronger... I’m just not, now please just leave me alone.”
Kelly walks over, grabs a chair, and sits next to Zelda, she puts her elbows on her knees and leans forward so that they are parallel with each other and looks at her little sister.
“I’m not that strong Z...”
“Oh please... everybody sees it, you’re the one who can stand up to anything, you’re the one who is fearless and cold as ice, You can be a professional wrestler, mother, commentator and second in charge of NCW all at once, you can do anything, you’re Leonard’s daughter and nothing stands in your way. Me, I’m just the overreacting child... You’ve said so yourself.”
“I’m sorry...”
“I just... I just want to be alone for now, ok?”
“Yeah.”
Kelly stands up and turns around, the expression on her face tells the story of remorse and regret written all over Kelly’s face as she turns to leave the room, but before she goes she stops, she doesn’t turn to face Zelda, but addresses her softly.
“Zelda... I just wish I was half the person everybody seems to think I am...”
Kelly looks down at the floor.
“You’re the strong one.”
Kelly walks out of the room without another word, the door slowly closes shut and Zelda lifts her head in confusion at her sister-in-law’s response and stares at the door as we fade to black.
“Pretty proud of yourself huh?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be? I took two wrestlers, two genders, two completely different styles of wrestling and turned them both into Road to the Gold champions. Yes I am pretty proud of myself on that.”
“Being proud is one thing... you on the other hand have it practically tattooed on your forehead.”
Adam brings his hand to his chin, resting his index finger under his lip and his thumb on his chin, Kelly rolls her eyes at him and gives him one of those serious wife looks.
“Don’t you even think about it.”
“Oh you’re no fun.”
Adam puffs out his bottom lip like a sick little puppy and Kelly can’t help but laugh at his playfulness. She calls him towards her by motioning with her index finger and when he’s within reach she plants a kiss on him that causes him to put his arms on her waist and pull her close. Their loving embrace doesn’t last long however when the door is shoved in and in barges Zelda.
“I’m staying with you guys.”
“Wait Z... what’s going on?”
“I left, I’m staying here, I... I need somewhere to stay.”
“Isn’t this the third time in a month that you’ve done the whole leaving to come stay with us thing? Where’s Rob?”
“**** ROB! I’m going to my room”
The husband and wife both cock one eyebrow to this as they watch Zelda storm away to her old room, after several seconds Kelly turns around to go back to where her and Adam were but Adam quickly pulls away and glares at her.
“What?”
“You should probably go talk to her.”
“ME?! Why me!? You’re her brother, you go talk to her!”
“Your a woman, she’s a woman...”
“I don’t give ****, I’m not ****ing Oprah! Why is it my responsibility to comfort her every time that jackass does something to piss her off. It’s your turn.”
Adam crosses his arms across his chest and stares at his wife with a stern expression, she crosses her arms and does the exact same thing back at him and the two stare at each other in this test of wills. Finally Kelly rolls her eyes as she throws her head to the side.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Kelly she looks up to you.”
“How do you figure?”
“Your the closest thing she’s ever had to a motherly influence in her life Kel, she’s lived with my dad and me her entire life, then moved in with Gib and Xander and now is with Rob... you’re the only female who has ever really been there for her. You’d know what to say better than I would when it comes to jackass guys. She respects you, you’re her big sister.”
Kelly lets out a long, deep sigh, she knows what Adam is saying makes a lot of sense and again he slaps her back to reality with his logic. Kelly’s eyes soften, and her expression turns to sympathetic.
“Does she really look up to me like that?”
“Of course she does, now that she’s pregnant, I bet she could use somebody who went through all that even more.”
“Goddammit I hate when you have a point. You get that cocky ass grin on your face, and it’s just... just disgusting I say. If i didn’t love you so much I swear... slap it right off you face.”
Adam laughs at his wife’s playful reaction before she gives him a kiss on the cheek and turns around to make her way towards Zelda.
I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't honored by your apparent respect for me.
I'd be a moron to try and pull a retcon and say I never saw anything in you.
You're a good wrestler who fought hard to get where she is at.
I said it numerous times...
When everybody else was dogging you, I was defending your every move.
And now we find ourselves across the ring from one another. The World champion, the Road to the Gold winning challenger, all or nothing.
May the best woman win right?
"insert random cliche here"
Oh puke...
where's the fun in that?
So what is this going to be, you and I are just going to spend the next week complimenting each other on our nails and talk about how much we respect the other? I guess that would be a nice change of pace around here considering all the mud slinging that goes on, but I really don’t play that game. No offense to you or anything, but it’s kinda boring telling you how great I think you are or you going on about how I was the first person who believed in you so forth and so forth, I want a bit of action here, I want some excitement, I need to have the blood rushing through my veins and it’s kinda hard to do that listening to you ramble on and on about how much you love Kelly and hate Zelda, because of some inane reasoning.
Was I the first person who really came out and said that she thought Shelly Taylor-Jones was going to amount to a lot in this company? Yes I was. Did I go on and on about how great you were going to be in my Knitelife column, constantly singing your praises each and every week? Sure I was. Does that mean I have to right now? No it sure as hell doesn’t. I did not enter this tournament to play nice, to hug you and shake your hand, I didn’t win the Road to the Gold so I could get into this match and then decide to be all cutesy and ****, no. I want to ****ing win the world title. If it was you, Trish Newborn, Zelda, whoever standing it my way it wouldn’t matter I’d come into this exactly the same. I don’t give a damn about allegiances or friendships, I am friends with Crystal Hilton, it didn’t stop me from tearing into her with everything I had. Signing that contract to be on the full time roster was me taking the gloves off, so if you put your guard down hoping that I was going to step otu here and sing your praises, then you better put those gloves up before you take a right cross to the jaw.
What does it come as a surprise to you that I’m not all about rainbows and unicorns ****ting cupcakes right now? It shouldn’t because you of all people who claimed to have followed me while I was saying nice pretty things about you should realize that I’m not one to mince words here and I’m going to speak my mind. You can do the whole respect spiel that you did last week if you like, you can go on about how you valued my opinion or whatever all night if you feel the need, but I’m going to treat you this week... like my worst ****ing enemy. Like you just slapped my child in the face... that’s who you are to me right now, you’re not Shelly Taylor-Jones, the fast rising Starlet w ho I think is doing everything the right way that I gushed about in my column for months, no... You’re Shelly Taylor Jones, the stuck up, arrogant, two timing gutter trash bitch.
Sorry.
When this match is over, win or lose, I’ll shake your hand, I’ll show you respect, win or lose I’ll treat you just like any other wrestler that I have a deep found respect for because that’s what you’ll be to me again. You’re a tough and dedicated competitor, everybody knows that, just like everybody knows what I am, and I’m not some sunshine pumper, I’m going to point out your flaws, I’m going to rag on you, and I’m going to insult your ****ing face until I go horse in the throat... then when it’s all said and done, I’ll be right there shouting from the rooftops how good you are win or lose.
I could play nice, I could tell you how everything I said about you was true...
but I won’t.
There is no fun in that...
Two respectful ladies having a good clean argument over who respects the other more?
Who the **** wants to see that!?
I’m not going to say a single nice thing about you. If you choose to do so? Fine with me. Tell me about how great I am and how much my encouragement meant to you, tell me how you view me as more than just a commentator like everybody else did before this tournament maybe even tell me you believed in me from the beginning and that I really should have been in that tournament instead of Zelda, I’d appreciate and I’d thank you for the praise and admiration that you showed me, but just in case we are not clear on this subject... don’t expect anything even resembling a compliment from my lips until one of us has that title in their hands as Road to the Gold is slowly fading away to memory.
You can have your battle of respect
Take your “good fight”
Or your spirit of competition
redemption...
Whatever it is you’re looking for...
It is all yours...
Me? I’ll take the belt.
Kelly slowly pushes the door open and sees Zelda at computer desk that currently has no computer on it with her face planted into the wood. As Kelly walks into the room, Zelda turns and looks up at her, causing Zelda to sign and slam her head back down.
“Z.”
“I don’t want to hear it Kelly. I know what you’re going to say, I’m just being a baby, that I’m a kid and it’s my fault for rushing into a relationship and whatever. I don’t care, I just found out my entire relationship was based off a bet... A BET to see who could sleep with me first!”
“I wasn’t...”
“I wish I could be like you and just say screw it, I wish I was stronger... I’m just not, now please just leave me alone.”
Kelly walks over, grabs a chair, and sits next to Zelda, she puts her elbows on her knees and leans forward so that they are parallel with each other and looks at her little sister.
“I’m not that strong Z...”
“Oh please... everybody sees it, you’re the one who can stand up to anything, you’re the one who is fearless and cold as ice, You can be a professional wrestler, mother, commentator and second in charge of NCW all at once, you can do anything, you’re Leonard’s daughter and nothing stands in your way. Me, I’m just the overreacting child... You’ve said so yourself.”
“I’m sorry...”
“I just... I just want to be alone for now, ok?”
“Yeah.”
Kelly stands up and turns around, the expression on her face tells the story of remorse and regret written all over Kelly’s face as she turns to leave the room, but before she goes she stops, she doesn’t turn to face Zelda, but addresses her softly.
“Zelda... I just wish I was half the person everybody seems to think I am...”
Kelly looks down at the floor.
“You’re the strong one.”
Kelly walks out of the room without another word, the door slowly closes shut and Zelda lifts her head in confusion at her sister-in-law’s response and stares at the door as we fade to black.