Post by Kathleen Conway on Nov 30, 2012 18:27:45 GMT -6
11/18/12
NCW Collision
Charlotte, North Carolina
NCW Collision
Charlotte, North Carolina
Kelly points an authoritative finger to the exit as Ace holds in his emotions as best he can, turning and walking out of the door with his wife, almost slamming it behind him as Kathy jumps a little. The Ace begins to breathe heavily, his nostrils flaring as the rage begins to build up.
The Ace: Kelly wants me to make things right? I’ll show her…and him. Then, we’ll deal with Vargas.
With that Jake pushes the camera man aside who falls over, leaving us with the shot of a enraged Jake storming away with his wife Kathleen Conway in hot pursuit.
Kathy: JAKE! WAIT!
The Ace stops just short of his office and turns aroundto face his wife as she catches up to him. The Ace has his fists clenched by his side.
The Ace: Who does that bitch think she is? Why don't I just fire her right here tonight, I've fired Alysson and Ayla for much less, that'll show her...
Kathy: The difference is Alysson and Ayla weren't accusing you of anything, much less sexual harrassment. Babe, let's just calm down and let's just think about this for a second, alright? If you fire her Kelly and Roberto will see it as an admission of guilt, they'll see it as a sign of something was going on and that you just fired her to get even because she outed your dirty little secret...
The Ace: There is no dirty little secret, there was nothing going on Kat, I swear, you know I l -
Kathy steps forward and raises her forefinger to her husband's lips silencing him, she nods her head reassuringly.
Kathy: I know baby, I know...
She then lowers her finger and stokes his blonde mane of hair gently with her hand, she stares deeply into his eyes as she gently puts her arms around his neck and leans forward to kiss him, as their lips meet and their eyes close, shutting out the rest of the world around them, until all they feel, all that matters is each other's presence.
Kathy felt her husband's anger and rage diverted into an altogether differrent ferocity, just as animalistic and passionate in nature as she felt his fists unclench and his hands snake around her waist gently as his tongue probed her mouth, writhing in the gentle throes of their embrace, they wrestled each other into submission, and only after he conceded this round to her did she finally break the kiss.
He kept his arms around her waist as he pulled her close and grinned, she smiles at him.
Kathy: Feel better?
The Ace: Much.
Kathy: Good, because I think I've got an idea of how to solve our little problem...
The Ace: I'm all ears...
Kathy steps out of her husband's with a sexy little smirk, she takes him by his hand and leads him to his office, using her free hand to open the door, but before the camera can catch any more of their plans, The Ace closes the door behind them.
Oh, Mercy, how small you think sometimes. How simple things are in your little world. If this match was really about a second chance to end your career, you'd have already been booted out of the door. In case you've forgotten I'm the Personal Assistant to the Head of the Starlets, if I wanted you fired, I wouldn't have to fight you for it. I'd just have to snap my fingers and your contract would be terminated...
Kathy clicks her fingers.
Just like that. But let's be honest here Mercy, that would all be a little too easy and just so damn unsatisfying, but then again Mercedes I guess that really is just you all over isn't it? Jake wanted to fire your skanky ass, he was more than ready to terminate your contract right there on the spot, just like he had for Ayla and Alysson. He needed no other reason to do it other than he wanted to prove his absolute and undying love for me. Yet as sweet as that gesture was, I couldn't let him do it. You're welcome by the way, I saved your ass again, just like I always seem to, only this time it was for the last time, but I really didn't do it for you. I did it for him. I did it for me. I did it for us.
You see I'm really not here for the same reasons you are, I'm not here for the titles, the trophies and the trinkets, I never have been. I'm here for the man I love, even though I don't need to be. He has told me more than once that I could go back to my former career in law enforcement if I wanted, after all back home in Wichita I'm the daughter of a former Police Captain and a Judge, so its not like I'm in the business of professional wrestling for the money or the fame. I'm here for the love of my life, because I know at the heart of true love is...
Sacrifice.
I've made my sacrifices Mercy, that's something you've never learned to do. All you care about is bolstering your win/loss record as best as you can, of earning shots at titles you neither deserve nor have the heart to carry. All you have, all you've ever had is the desire and you know as well as I do that it's never been enough to get you what you really want out of this business...
Respect. Recognition. Critical Acclaim.
Yeah, good luck with that Mercy. You want to claim that you don't need friends, that you don't need me, that you don't need anybody, that everything you've ever achieved you've done on your own. I guess that makes sense, you've been the Starlets Road To The Gold Winner, you've been a former Starlets World Champion...oh wait, no you haven't been any of those things, have you? In point of fact you haven't achieved a damn thing without me by your side - and now you want to strike out on your own? Enjoy your sad little lonely trip into the void of obscurity Mercedes, send me a post card and let me know how that all works out for you.
Kathy mockingly waves at the camera before mouthing "Bon Voyage" and laughing.
Tell me Mercy, have you ever been horseback riding? Have you ever had a wild Stallion between your legs? Have you ever felt him buck and threaten to throw you face first into the mud? I have. I had riding lessons as a child, one in particular comes to mind. I was twelve and the stable had just taken delivery of a magnificent young horse, healthy, so full of life, eyes twinkling with youthful energy. He was named Snowdrop because he was as beautiful as he was white, I used to pet him every day, even fed him a few times and one day I got a little too confident in my own abilities. I thought I knew horses. I thought I could ride any of them, and so did my nine year old sister Tiffany.
It wasn't until I strapped a saddle to his back and tried to mount him myself that I realised just how wild he was, he nayed, bucked, jumped onto his hind legs as he accelerated into a full gallop. I screamed, I clung to his reigns for dear life, and it wasn't until he flung me off into the arms of my instructor John and we both tumbled into the mud that I learned my lesson. If John hadn't been there to catch me, I might have broken a few bones.
"Never pick a horse you're not prepared to tame."
Those were John's words, not mine, regardless they've stuck with me ever since. I never did ride Snowdrop again, I never did manage to tame him, nor did my little sister Tiffany. See, to most people a horse is just a horse, just like to a slut, a womanizer is just a womanizer.
You thought you could just walk into my stable, mount my Stallion, and ride him bareback into the sunset, you tried to cling to him by a tentative title reign, you thought you knew him. You thought you could handle him. You thought you could ride him to the top of New Championship Wrestling by virtue of his power and position alone. You thought you had him all figured out because you'd heard all the stories of what he was like before he married me, some of them you even heard from me whilst we were on the road together...
But he surprised you didn't he?
He bucked and threw you face first into the mud, and this time nobody was there to catch you as you fell - not even me. You see Mercy, I may not have achieved much that you consider important in this business, but I have achieved the impossible in my life. I have done what every other woman on the planet including my own mother once told me was impossible. I may not have tamed Snowdrop but he taught me everything I needed to learn to tame my own wild Stallion. I've tamed Jake Conway. It was all a matter of time, patience and love, I gave him each of these in small doses each day and he's stayed loyal to me because of it. These are things you never could give him Mercy, even if you wanted to because you're much too jaded and much to self-obsessed to love anybody but yourself. It's sad and its lonely I know, but its also the stone cold truth. Better you learn it from me now, somebody you used to call a friend while you were lying to their face, than some stranger whilst you're in a bar completely off your tits in a move that would make even Emma Danielson blush, hey?
The scene opens with Kathleen Conway and Emma Danielson in a local gym, on a running track, the two women are running side by side as Emma is timing her. Kathy is in some white training gear and Emma is in some black and pink gear.
Emma looks fresher than Kathleen who seems to be almost hitting her wallm but then this was her twenty-eighth lap around this circuit and for most of that Emma had just been watching from the sidelines, shouting encouragement.
Emma: So Vargas...you really hate her, huh?
Kathy: Wouldn't you?
Emma: Never said I wouldn't. You know you think you know a person and then they turn around and really end up surprising you.
Kathy: Tell me about it, Mercy -
Emma cuts her off.
Emma: Actually I was talking about you...
Kathy: Me?
Emma: Yeah, I mean I was fully prepared to come down here today and put you through the training regime from Hell...
Kathy: But now?
Emma: Now I see that you and that jackass of a husband of yours are just like any other couple. I got to thinking damn, what Mercedes tried to do really was pathetic. I still haven't figured out if I genuinely hate you a little less now, or whether its just the beer I had earlier talking. Either way I'm going to get you into the best physical shape of your life to beat Mercedes because I guess I'm just a silly old romantic at heart and believe the love you and Acehole have really is genuine.
Kathy: Wow, that's such a beautiful sentiment Em, that I'm almost willing to overlook the fact that you just insulted my husband.
The two women stop. Kathy leans forward and puts her hands on her thighs panting. Emma pats her on the back.
Emma: Well you made it, thirty laps, good job.
Kathy straightens up and runs a hand through her hair.
Kathy: What next? Tossing beer bottles?
Emma smiles.
Emma: I don't think you're ready for the advanced course just yet, but I'll tell you what, next we'll run through some grappling drills. Follow me...
Kathy follows without a word of protest and this surprises Emma as the two women head inside the gym complex, Emma patting Kathy on the back.
I may not ever be able to tell for certain if that kiss ever really meant something to Jake, all I have at the end of the day is his word that it meant nothing. It's not perfect, its not definitive, but its good enough for me. Even if he hadn't described it as trying to make out with a dead trout, I'd still believe him because that's what real trust is. Not that you'd know anything about that whilst you're dead set on being little Miss Independent, don't need no man, don't need no friend, don't need no one.
If you have such a ***damn inferiority complex about your position in life that you have to resort to trying to wreck happy marriages, perhaps you need more help than I first thought. I'm sure if you ask Kelly and Roberto they can send you to some kind of therapy for your issues just like they did for Gib and Simon, normally Jake and I would go out of our way to help a friend in need like we have done for Nathan Webb in the past, and like we are doing right now for Emma Danielson, but as you've already made clear, you've well and truly burned that bridge.
Last week after the handicap match, I kissed you on the cheek, not because we were friends, not because we were Tag Team Partners, not even because we were sisters from different misters. I kissed you simply because you looked so gosh darn peaceful as you lay there.
I kissed you goodnight as a sister would before tucking her sibling in at night. Good night sweetie, sleep tight. Good night Mercy, this bed time story with all the pretty ponies is over...
It's time for your Kat Nap.
Kathy brings both hands together, palm to palm and places them under her cheek as she tilts her head to the right and slowly closes her eyes.
The lullaby plays in the background as the scene fades slowly, oh so slowly, softly away to the land of Mercy's unfulfilled dreams...
