Post by Kathleen Conway on Sept 19, 2012 18:00:12 GMT -6
The scene opens in a white walled room, sitting backwards on a glass chair, her arms folded across the back, she is wearing black leather trousers and black leather boots with an orange T-Shirt that has 'Goddess' written across it in glittering text. It was almost as if she was here to do a photo shoot, maybe for nCw magazine, but no...with the stern look on her face, it quickly became apparent that Kathleen was here for something far more important. She was here to help a friend who had lost her way in nCw.
Alysson Kane? Or is it still Gardner? Or is it the ridiculously pompous Gardner-Kane, double-barreled to make you feel like your some pampered princess still riding high in this company? You know what Aly, it doesn't even matter what your name is...the only thing that matters is that now I've reminded you of mine.
We could have been friends Aly, in fact for a short while I thought we were, but how quickly you have forgotten me. If I could forget you and all you have taught me so damn quickly, I'd be in real trouble this Sunday, wouldn't I, old friend? Luckily, I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten that you consider yourself my mentor, and my superior both in and out of that ring...and that's fine, some might say that after two Starlets World Championships and marrying the vastly overrated Spike Kane you've earned the right to be considered my better.
Truth be told I'm more insulted that I haven't earned the right to be considered your friend, after all we've been through, I would have thought we were friends by now. You need friends in this business Aly, now more than ever. I find it all very telling that you've decided to forge ahead in this business without your husband by your side, I don't think I could do that - but then, unlike you, I first stepped into a wrestling ring to be closer to my husband, to try and share his passion and love for this business. I didn't have the luxury of being an established name in my own right, and somehow you hold that against me.
What kind of woman are you Alysson to resent the fact that I'm proud to carry the Conway name? Proud to 'live off it', even if it is almost criminally underrated within the upper echelons of New Championship Wrestling. I am doing what I do now for two reasons, firstly because I want to be your friend Alysson, I want to help you because its obvious at this point only I can. I'm sorry you can't see that, but honestly think about it Aly, Who better than me to help you through this?
Who knows more about going from doctor to doctor, constantly being referred from psychiatrist to psychiatrist, always being told that I need professional help? I was one of the lucky ones, I got through my darkest times in the end, but then I had a rock by my side. I had the most incredible man I have ever known who never left my side through any of my episodes - my husband, Jake Conway.
Laugh if you want to Aly, chuckle at my expense, it's alright, I forgive you, because that's what real friends do, I forgive you, Alysson, because I know the real reason you're so angry, and believe it or not, it isn't me, hell it isn't even Steve...no, the real reason you're so angry is that your new husband liked it so much that he did indeed put a ring on it, but that still doesn't change the fact that he's abandoned you when you need him most.
Oh sure, he might be there for you when you go home, he and little Xander might be there waiting when the cameras stop rolling, he might be only a Skype chat or phone call away, but he's given up traveling the road with you, its hard, believe me, there are days when even I don't want to do it, and I've only been doing it for a fraction of the time Spike had before he up and left the company...again, so I suppose if I were to give him any credit at all, I wouldn't blame him for calling it a day after 16 years.
But you should Alysson. I mean you're his wife for Christ's sake, you're supposed to be the woman he loves, the woman he made a lifetime commitment to. He knew of your psychiatric history, he accepted all of that when he married you, or at least he should have if he was paying attention to his wedding vows at all...if he didn't want to wrestle, fine he could have taken a backstage role, filming all his little Spike TV episodes or whatever, but he didn't.
He didn't think of you Aly, he didn't think that you still wanted to do this, even if he didn't. He didn't think you'd still need his help, his support to keep you strong and mentally stable through the stress and strain of this business. You'd think a man with his mental history wouldn't want his God-damned wife to go through the same thing, much less to go through it all alone.
It's sad but true, isn't it Aly? Without him by your side, being there in the locker-room pre-match to encourage you and post-match to either offer you a congratulatory kiss when you win or a consoling hug when you lose, you feel so alone...and so angry, and you have every right to feel that way, babe.
I don't know what I'd do without Jake, if he decided to hang up his boots before me in this business, I'd like to think he'd stay in the business for my sake, because honestly I don't think I could do this without him - and no, Aly, it isn't because I'm weak, but rather because I am strong enough to admit when I need him, and he has always been there for me in the four and a half years we have been married.
Who has always been there for you, Aly? Tell me honestly, who has loved you enough to always be there for you? And don't you dare lie to me Aly, not if any part of you still considers me a friend. Don't you dare lie to me and throw out names like your new-found friends, Emma Danielson and Ayla St. James.
Trust me honey, they're not your friends, not really. They have their own self-serving agendas by clinging to you, the most successful of the otherwise lacklustre trio of bitches...with attitude. Sadly, like most reboots and remakes, you just can't capture the magic of the original, especially not when you replace two thirds of the original cast. Ayla hasn't had a real purpose since Rayne left, unless you count being Falcon's supporting cast and love interest, so it makes perfect sense that she'd try and recapture everything that made her and Rayne special with you, right down to fancying you when you're bursting out of just the right outfit. Emma Danielson, well, she's just a hapless drunk who thinks getting into bar fights and drinking till you pass out is all you need to lead a full life and I'm sure she's just happy to be associated with a couple of more successful women, and she probably hopes against all hope that she'll find her success through association. It hasn't worked so far, but hey its early days for you yet, right?
But before I get too far off track here, this isn't about your new Team Friendship, this is about you and me Aly, this is about our match this Sunday. I'm sure if you're watching this and not too busy trashing hotel rooms right now, you're probably still at a loss as to why I wrapped a steel chair around your skull two weeks ago, and why I put you down with the Katastrophe last week...
Why would I back a man who so unashamedly reduces every woman he meets to mindless T & A? Well, believe it or not, this isn't about Steve Awesome, this isn't about saving the job of my husband's best friend or my eldest daughter's Godfather, this is about you Alysson....this is my one and only attempt to save a friend who up until now has been far, far too proud to ask for my help.
Kathy sighs and glances down at her glass chair, then up at the camera.
Aly, believe me I didn't want to put you down with a chair or a Katastrophe, but honestly you left me with very little choice in the matter...this little crusade you and your little rag tag band of friends are on, I've seen it all before, I've seen it done better and when it was actually even a little original...and I stand now where I stood then...my position hasn't changed.
I know I'm sexy. I know even at 35, being a mother of two, I've probably earned my status as a MILF, plastered across somebody's desktop wallpaper, or bedroom wall where they can't get to sleep without thinking of me wrestling them into submission, and you know what? I'm absolutely fine with that, maybe even a little flattered. I've worked damn hard to get this body and if it brightens somebody's day and moistens a few tissues as a result so what?
Just because I can see a place for exuding sexiness in this business doesn't suddenly mean I'll bend over and take it from all comers like Megan, like it or not Aly, Steve is right, sex sells, and given what I've seen you wear in your down time, I have a feeling you know this, you just won't admit it.
I'm sorry your mind is as fragile as this glass chair I'm sitting on, I'm sorry that you can do nothing but stare at me with those fiery eyes and an expression as blank as the wall behind me, but we both know if you just admitted that this whole vendetta against Steve is just you looking for a scapegoat, some poor donkey to pin your frustrations about marrying such a self-serving righteous douche bag who's no longer here for you, you wouldn't feel you had a purpose, you wouldn't feel that you still belonged, that you still had something worthwhile to offer this business...
I'm sorry if I've just rocked your world, Alysson.
But the truth often does.
The scene switches to a hotel room, Kathy is lying in bed, cuddled up next to her husband, who has an arm around her bare waist under the sheets and she has a flat palm resting against his chest. She looks up at him.
Kathy: You'll always be here for me, right?
Jake: What kind of question is that?
Kathy: I'm serious.
Jake: I made a vow didn't I? Till Death do us part, baby...
Kathy: Good, because I don't think I could go through what poor Aly is going through....she must feel so alone...
Jake: I thought Spike would have learned after River, I guess not...
Kathy: Is that who changed you? Leigha? Do I have to thank your ex wife for moulding you into the wonderful man that I married?
Jake: Leigha didn't change me, you did that all by yourself. I never thought I'd ever love somebody as much as I love you, and as each day has passed, my love for you has only deepened. If you ever left me, I'd probably....no, I'd definitely go insane...
Kathy felt her heart melt, and her body quiver with a tide of emotion, to which her only natural response was to get lost in a kiss as time stood still, frozen in that perfect moment.
The camera fades as on The Ace's side of the bed, on the small bedside table, we focused on the small silver framed photograph he carried with him out on the road everywhere he went. A symbol of the love he'd never leave behind ever again...
Alysson Kane? Or is it still Gardner? Or is it the ridiculously pompous Gardner-Kane, double-barreled to make you feel like your some pampered princess still riding high in this company? You know what Aly, it doesn't even matter what your name is...the only thing that matters is that now I've reminded you of mine.
We could have been friends Aly, in fact for a short while I thought we were, but how quickly you have forgotten me. If I could forget you and all you have taught me so damn quickly, I'd be in real trouble this Sunday, wouldn't I, old friend? Luckily, I haven't forgotten. I haven't forgotten that you consider yourself my mentor, and my superior both in and out of that ring...and that's fine, some might say that after two Starlets World Championships and marrying the vastly overrated Spike Kane you've earned the right to be considered my better.
Truth be told I'm more insulted that I haven't earned the right to be considered your friend, after all we've been through, I would have thought we were friends by now. You need friends in this business Aly, now more than ever. I find it all very telling that you've decided to forge ahead in this business without your husband by your side, I don't think I could do that - but then, unlike you, I first stepped into a wrestling ring to be closer to my husband, to try and share his passion and love for this business. I didn't have the luxury of being an established name in my own right, and somehow you hold that against me.
What kind of woman are you Alysson to resent the fact that I'm proud to carry the Conway name? Proud to 'live off it', even if it is almost criminally underrated within the upper echelons of New Championship Wrestling. I am doing what I do now for two reasons, firstly because I want to be your friend Alysson, I want to help you because its obvious at this point only I can. I'm sorry you can't see that, but honestly think about it Aly, Who better than me to help you through this?
Who knows more about going from doctor to doctor, constantly being referred from psychiatrist to psychiatrist, always being told that I need professional help? I was one of the lucky ones, I got through my darkest times in the end, but then I had a rock by my side. I had the most incredible man I have ever known who never left my side through any of my episodes - my husband, Jake Conway.
Laugh if you want to Aly, chuckle at my expense, it's alright, I forgive you, because that's what real friends do, I forgive you, Alysson, because I know the real reason you're so angry, and believe it or not, it isn't me, hell it isn't even Steve...no, the real reason you're so angry is that your new husband liked it so much that he did indeed put a ring on it, but that still doesn't change the fact that he's abandoned you when you need him most.
Oh sure, he might be there for you when you go home, he and little Xander might be there waiting when the cameras stop rolling, he might be only a Skype chat or phone call away, but he's given up traveling the road with you, its hard, believe me, there are days when even I don't want to do it, and I've only been doing it for a fraction of the time Spike had before he up and left the company...again, so I suppose if I were to give him any credit at all, I wouldn't blame him for calling it a day after 16 years.
But you should Alysson. I mean you're his wife for Christ's sake, you're supposed to be the woman he loves, the woman he made a lifetime commitment to. He knew of your psychiatric history, he accepted all of that when he married you, or at least he should have if he was paying attention to his wedding vows at all...if he didn't want to wrestle, fine he could have taken a backstage role, filming all his little Spike TV episodes or whatever, but he didn't.
He didn't think of you Aly, he didn't think that you still wanted to do this, even if he didn't. He didn't think you'd still need his help, his support to keep you strong and mentally stable through the stress and strain of this business. You'd think a man with his mental history wouldn't want his God-damned wife to go through the same thing, much less to go through it all alone.
It's sad but true, isn't it Aly? Without him by your side, being there in the locker-room pre-match to encourage you and post-match to either offer you a congratulatory kiss when you win or a consoling hug when you lose, you feel so alone...and so angry, and you have every right to feel that way, babe.
I don't know what I'd do without Jake, if he decided to hang up his boots before me in this business, I'd like to think he'd stay in the business for my sake, because honestly I don't think I could do this without him - and no, Aly, it isn't because I'm weak, but rather because I am strong enough to admit when I need him, and he has always been there for me in the four and a half years we have been married.
Who has always been there for you, Aly? Tell me honestly, who has loved you enough to always be there for you? And don't you dare lie to me Aly, not if any part of you still considers me a friend. Don't you dare lie to me and throw out names like your new-found friends, Emma Danielson and Ayla St. James.
Trust me honey, they're not your friends, not really. They have their own self-serving agendas by clinging to you, the most successful of the otherwise lacklustre trio of bitches...with attitude. Sadly, like most reboots and remakes, you just can't capture the magic of the original, especially not when you replace two thirds of the original cast. Ayla hasn't had a real purpose since Rayne left, unless you count being Falcon's supporting cast and love interest, so it makes perfect sense that she'd try and recapture everything that made her and Rayne special with you, right down to fancying you when you're bursting out of just the right outfit. Emma Danielson, well, she's just a hapless drunk who thinks getting into bar fights and drinking till you pass out is all you need to lead a full life and I'm sure she's just happy to be associated with a couple of more successful women, and she probably hopes against all hope that she'll find her success through association. It hasn't worked so far, but hey its early days for you yet, right?
But before I get too far off track here, this isn't about your new Team Friendship, this is about you and me Aly, this is about our match this Sunday. I'm sure if you're watching this and not too busy trashing hotel rooms right now, you're probably still at a loss as to why I wrapped a steel chair around your skull two weeks ago, and why I put you down with the Katastrophe last week...
Why would I back a man who so unashamedly reduces every woman he meets to mindless T & A? Well, believe it or not, this isn't about Steve Awesome, this isn't about saving the job of my husband's best friend or my eldest daughter's Godfather, this is about you Alysson....this is my one and only attempt to save a friend who up until now has been far, far too proud to ask for my help.
Kathy sighs and glances down at her glass chair, then up at the camera.
Aly, believe me I didn't want to put you down with a chair or a Katastrophe, but honestly you left me with very little choice in the matter...this little crusade you and your little rag tag band of friends are on, I've seen it all before, I've seen it done better and when it was actually even a little original...and I stand now where I stood then...my position hasn't changed.
I know I'm sexy. I know even at 35, being a mother of two, I've probably earned my status as a MILF, plastered across somebody's desktop wallpaper, or bedroom wall where they can't get to sleep without thinking of me wrestling them into submission, and you know what? I'm absolutely fine with that, maybe even a little flattered. I've worked damn hard to get this body and if it brightens somebody's day and moistens a few tissues as a result so what?
Just because I can see a place for exuding sexiness in this business doesn't suddenly mean I'll bend over and take it from all comers like Megan, like it or not Aly, Steve is right, sex sells, and given what I've seen you wear in your down time, I have a feeling you know this, you just won't admit it.
I'm sorry your mind is as fragile as this glass chair I'm sitting on, I'm sorry that you can do nothing but stare at me with those fiery eyes and an expression as blank as the wall behind me, but we both know if you just admitted that this whole vendetta against Steve is just you looking for a scapegoat, some poor donkey to pin your frustrations about marrying such a self-serving righteous douche bag who's no longer here for you, you wouldn't feel you had a purpose, you wouldn't feel that you still belonged, that you still had something worthwhile to offer this business...
I'm sorry if I've just rocked your world, Alysson.
But the truth often does.
The scene switches to a hotel room, Kathy is lying in bed, cuddled up next to her husband, who has an arm around her bare waist under the sheets and she has a flat palm resting against his chest. She looks up at him.
Kathy: You'll always be here for me, right?
Jake: What kind of question is that?
Kathy: I'm serious.
Jake: I made a vow didn't I? Till Death do us part, baby...
Kathy: Good, because I don't think I could go through what poor Aly is going through....she must feel so alone...
Jake: I thought Spike would have learned after River, I guess not...
Kathy: Is that who changed you? Leigha? Do I have to thank your ex wife for moulding you into the wonderful man that I married?
Jake: Leigha didn't change me, you did that all by yourself. I never thought I'd ever love somebody as much as I love you, and as each day has passed, my love for you has only deepened. If you ever left me, I'd probably....no, I'd definitely go insane...
Kathy felt her heart melt, and her body quiver with a tide of emotion, to which her only natural response was to get lost in a kiss as time stood still, frozen in that perfect moment.
The camera fades as on The Ace's side of the bed, on the small bedside table, we focused on the small silver framed photograph he carried with him out on the road everywhere he went. A symbol of the love he'd never leave behind ever again...
