Post by Andrew Jacobsen on Jan 19, 2013 22:08:39 GMT -6
”Jake, I want to make one thing crystal clear. I don’t care whether it’s you, or Curtis Kanyon, or Jimmy Turner, or Lance Ryan himself, I’m ready to defend this belt, and I don’t care how much you try to go on about how I could lose it right away. Yeah, I know I’ve lost titles after a month before. Big shocker. I’m listening to your words, Ace. This week, we go out there as a team. We fight, and we win this match, because we’re better than our opponents. But I will never trust you. I will never understand you. And if it’s you and me across the ring from each other come Metamorphosis, I promise you, I will do exactly as you asked and kick you in the face for the third time.”
“Suppose I’ll start with the clear lackey in this pair. Hello, Stephen. Still blaming yourself for your loss to me? You should be. But you should also be blaming me. You put yourself in that situation, and I had to capitalize on it. If you want me to pin you in some more fair, more real fashion, then I will. If you want me to take you down to the mat, school you so bad you go weeping back to Thor to smite my ass where I stand, and make you slap that mat like it owed you money, I’ll do that too. And I’ll do it with a smile on my face.”
“Kingsley, you can talk about your renewed faith and pinning Xavier Williams and this and that and promise to break me…Steve Awesome couldn’t break me. Will Washington couldn’t break me. Xander Famularo couldn’t break me. Angel couldn’t break me. You’re a blip on NCW’s historical radar compared to these men, and they couldn’t break my faith. I am unbreakable. I am unshakeable. I am immovable, I am immutable, I. Am. Indestructible. And no matter how much you try, you won’t be the one that finally finds out how to do it.”
“I don’t begrudge you where you come from or what your past is. I begrudge your present and your future. I want you to make a better man of yourself, not wallow in who you were or descend further down the metaphorical scale. You had a chance to rededicate yourself to something more, and you decided to go follow a man who’s suffered more concussions than the entire NFL roster. Good on you, man. Good…on…you. I applaud your bravery in choosing to ally yourself with such a magnificent idiot.”
“On that note, I can’t say I’m going to be moving to intelligent conversation. Certainly as you move up in the hierarchy of the Church of Thor, it seems you lose brain cells. Maybe all those thunderclaps are damaging your brain, Curtis, but you’ve gotten even crazier since the last time I saw you. Again, that’s a hell of an accomplishment. Not many people can go downhill from where you were. But you turned around, pretended you got a message from Thor, and now you founded yourself a church. Molto bene, CDK. Molto…friggin’…bene.”
“See, I’m normally a very open and forward-thinking person. But I refuse to believe that any sort of higher power, any sort of deity that has ANY knowledge of this Earth, would choose a complete and utter nutjob as their herald. Which leads me to think that this is another one of your “blow to the head” life changes. You had an epiphany and thought you saw the light of God, but it was just your fridge light after you slipped and clocked your head getting a beer after watching The Avengers.”
“You want to be the National Champion, Kanyon? You want to be the man challenging for this belt? Make yourself known. Prove you’ve earned the shot. I promise you, even with the…issues…between myself and my partner, we’re more than capable of kicking the asses of an ex-con and a mental patient. You’re not worshipping Thor, you’re not worshipping anything. You’re just a delusional man who’s attracted a few desperate men. There’s a quote that comes to mind every time I mention your new object of worship…and forgive me a little blasphemy, Curtis…but there’s only one God, and He doesn’t dress like that.”[/i]
Open on Andrew walking down the hall of a church after Emma Danielson, calling after her. They’re the only ones in the hall, with Ace and Solitaire having cleared out already.
”Emma! EMMA! Wait!”
She turns around, embarrassment immediately giving way to anger and frustration as she snaps back at him, hissing through clenched teeth.
”What is it, Andrew? What do you want now? Want to know what I was talking about with Jake? Want to know why I call him Jake? Do you want to know what his favorite color is? I don’t know, maybe you should just hire a ***damn private investigator and have him follow my every step? I’m really seeing what Callie saw in you: you’re so ***damn paranoid, you won’t let ANYONE have any breathing room!”
She glares up at him, tears streaking her cheeks and fists balled, ready to strike him. Andrew shakes his head, blinking, stunned by the force of this outburst. He takes a few seconds, shaking his head, and looks back at her, replying in the most level, calm voice he can. Even with this restraint, he’s still clearly angry at her.
”I’m sorry that I’ve made you so defensive. I’m also sorry that I walked around the corner and I saw you kissing a married man. I’m just lucky Solitaire hadn’t turned the corner yet, or this wouldn’t be under wraps the way it is. Now, I’m not asking this as a brother figure or anything but a concerned friend, but…what was that?”
Emma throws her hands up, turning and taking a few steps down the hall before turning back towards him, also trying not to just scream her lungs out in this of all places.
”That?! That was me being thankf—first of all, that was a kiss on the CHEEK! It’s one of the most celibate expressions of affection out there! Here, watch this.”
Emma walks up and kisses Andrew on the cheek before he can react. She steps back, crossing her arms as he feels his face flush very lightly.
”No big deal, right? So why are you flipping out? I mean, I’ve kissed other people on the cheek before, and I know you didn’t immediately flip out and accuse me of being warped by them or trying to get in their pants. This is different because of how you see him. So Andrew, I’m going to say this once, and I really hope that as my friend…as one of the only friends I have left…you’ll listen to me: please leave me alone. Stop…stop doing this. It’s really starting to get creepy.”
Andrew looks up at her, shock again writing itself all over his face. He takes a step towards her, sighing as he looks away. The shame in his eyes and on his face, the hunched, slumped body language, even the uncharacteristic hesitance when he speaks, all show that Emma has finally hit a nerve.
”Em…I…I’m sorry…I just get worried, and…and maybe you’re right. I need to start treating you like a mature, responsible adult. But…I just can’t change how I feel about someone. I don’t trust Jake Conway, I don’t trust The Ace, and I’m worried about what’ll happen if you keep spending this much time around him.”
Emma’s eyes darken again and she shakes her head, pushing past him roughly. The National Champion staggers to one side, watching her go as she snaps at him over her shoulder.
”Fine then. If you won’t trust me, I’ll just have to do something more…extreme.”
She turns the corner and walks back into the main room, rejoining the group. Andrew sighs, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. He takes a few seconds to collect himself, exhaling slowly before walking down the hall after her as we fade to black.
“Suppose I’ll start with the clear lackey in this pair. Hello, Stephen. Still blaming yourself for your loss to me? You should be. But you should also be blaming me. You put yourself in that situation, and I had to capitalize on it. If you want me to pin you in some more fair, more real fashion, then I will. If you want me to take you down to the mat, school you so bad you go weeping back to Thor to smite my ass where I stand, and make you slap that mat like it owed you money, I’ll do that too. And I’ll do it with a smile on my face.”
“Kingsley, you can talk about your renewed faith and pinning Xavier Williams and this and that and promise to break me…Steve Awesome couldn’t break me. Will Washington couldn’t break me. Xander Famularo couldn’t break me. Angel couldn’t break me. You’re a blip on NCW’s historical radar compared to these men, and they couldn’t break my faith. I am unbreakable. I am unshakeable. I am immovable, I am immutable, I. Am. Indestructible. And no matter how much you try, you won’t be the one that finally finds out how to do it.”
“I don’t begrudge you where you come from or what your past is. I begrudge your present and your future. I want you to make a better man of yourself, not wallow in who you were or descend further down the metaphorical scale. You had a chance to rededicate yourself to something more, and you decided to go follow a man who’s suffered more concussions than the entire NFL roster. Good on you, man. Good…on…you. I applaud your bravery in choosing to ally yourself with such a magnificent idiot.”
“On that note, I can’t say I’m going to be moving to intelligent conversation. Certainly as you move up in the hierarchy of the Church of Thor, it seems you lose brain cells. Maybe all those thunderclaps are damaging your brain, Curtis, but you’ve gotten even crazier since the last time I saw you. Again, that’s a hell of an accomplishment. Not many people can go downhill from where you were. But you turned around, pretended you got a message from Thor, and now you founded yourself a church. Molto bene, CDK. Molto…friggin’…bene.”
“See, I’m normally a very open and forward-thinking person. But I refuse to believe that any sort of higher power, any sort of deity that has ANY knowledge of this Earth, would choose a complete and utter nutjob as their herald. Which leads me to think that this is another one of your “blow to the head” life changes. You had an epiphany and thought you saw the light of God, but it was just your fridge light after you slipped and clocked your head getting a beer after watching The Avengers.”
“You want to be the National Champion, Kanyon? You want to be the man challenging for this belt? Make yourself known. Prove you’ve earned the shot. I promise you, even with the…issues…between myself and my partner, we’re more than capable of kicking the asses of an ex-con and a mental patient. You’re not worshipping Thor, you’re not worshipping anything. You’re just a delusional man who’s attracted a few desperate men. There’s a quote that comes to mind every time I mention your new object of worship…and forgive me a little blasphemy, Curtis…but there’s only one God, and He doesn’t dress like that.”[/i]
Open on Andrew walking down the hall of a church after Emma Danielson, calling after her. They’re the only ones in the hall, with Ace and Solitaire having cleared out already.
”Emma! EMMA! Wait!”
She turns around, embarrassment immediately giving way to anger and frustration as she snaps back at him, hissing through clenched teeth.
”What is it, Andrew? What do you want now? Want to know what I was talking about with Jake? Want to know why I call him Jake? Do you want to know what his favorite color is? I don’t know, maybe you should just hire a ***damn private investigator and have him follow my every step? I’m really seeing what Callie saw in you: you’re so ***damn paranoid, you won’t let ANYONE have any breathing room!”
She glares up at him, tears streaking her cheeks and fists balled, ready to strike him. Andrew shakes his head, blinking, stunned by the force of this outburst. He takes a few seconds, shaking his head, and looks back at her, replying in the most level, calm voice he can. Even with this restraint, he’s still clearly angry at her.
”I’m sorry that I’ve made you so defensive. I’m also sorry that I walked around the corner and I saw you kissing a married man. I’m just lucky Solitaire hadn’t turned the corner yet, or this wouldn’t be under wraps the way it is. Now, I’m not asking this as a brother figure or anything but a concerned friend, but…what was that?”
Emma throws her hands up, turning and taking a few steps down the hall before turning back towards him, also trying not to just scream her lungs out in this of all places.
”That?! That was me being thankf—first of all, that was a kiss on the CHEEK! It’s one of the most celibate expressions of affection out there! Here, watch this.”
Emma walks up and kisses Andrew on the cheek before he can react. She steps back, crossing her arms as he feels his face flush very lightly.
”No big deal, right? So why are you flipping out? I mean, I’ve kissed other people on the cheek before, and I know you didn’t immediately flip out and accuse me of being warped by them or trying to get in their pants. This is different because of how you see him. So Andrew, I’m going to say this once, and I really hope that as my friend…as one of the only friends I have left…you’ll listen to me: please leave me alone. Stop…stop doing this. It’s really starting to get creepy.”
Andrew looks up at her, shock again writing itself all over his face. He takes a step towards her, sighing as he looks away. The shame in his eyes and on his face, the hunched, slumped body language, even the uncharacteristic hesitance when he speaks, all show that Emma has finally hit a nerve.
”Em…I…I’m sorry…I just get worried, and…and maybe you’re right. I need to start treating you like a mature, responsible adult. But…I just can’t change how I feel about someone. I don’t trust Jake Conway, I don’t trust The Ace, and I’m worried about what’ll happen if you keep spending this much time around him.”
Emma’s eyes darken again and she shakes her head, pushing past him roughly. The National Champion staggers to one side, watching her go as she snaps at him over her shoulder.
”Fine then. If you won’t trust me, I’ll just have to do something more…extreme.”
She turns the corner and walks back into the main room, rejoining the group. Andrew sighs, shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. He takes a few seconds to collect himself, exhaling slowly before walking down the hall after her as we fade to black.