Post by Kathleen Conway on Mar 1, 2013 19:47:13 GMT -6
Various items of clothing are scattered across the floor of the Conway master bedroom as we hear some music playing.
The other day I had to stop and think
And boy I love the way you get to me
So I took a hit and poured another drink
On the floor, beside the bed we see an empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two small pools of whatever remained of it resting in each of two wine glasses.
Your perfect frame is where I sucked it clean
Oh yeah
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
We see the bare back of a blonde woman moving rythmically in her love making, with all the grace of a ballroom dancer and the passion of a sexually liberated woman, uninhibited, free, confident. In particular we note a name tattooed across her lower back, just above where the crumpled silk sheets are obscuring our view of anything beyond that name and those four letters inked into her flesh formed the foundation of her entire world.
JAKE
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
She throws her head back and surrenders herself entirely to the please of her most base and carnal desires. Her hair whips and lashes with her rhythm down her back as she closes her eyes and seems entirely content to just let the sensations brought about from each thrust wash over her like a river running over bedrock.
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
A hand each side of her waist, holds her firmly but gently. The right hand we see has the face of a black cat with green eyes tattooed across the forearm, just above the wrist, and the name that quickened his pulse inked into his flesh just below that.
KAT
I love how easy you crawl at me
And the way it feels when you peel my clothes off me
The palm of my hand's where I hold the key
I fit you like the glove, its not the ecstacy
Oh yeah
She submits and tumbles over into his embrace, as they switch positions and with him pressed firmly against her chest, the couple share a lengthy and passionate kiss, their tongues now seeking out smaller, simpler yet no less important pleasures.
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
He then breaks the kiss as his lips brush against the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.
Don't stop till you please me
Don't stop till you please me
He kisses her throat, before he moves lower, and we leave the scene unsatisfied and denied our climax, something that would not be a problem for either of the lovers on this night.
I just have one question this week.
What is so damned hard to understand?
People want to know my motives, they want to question what drives me, they want to criticise me for having a supposedly lacklustre career because I haven't accumulated the same trophies, trinkets and titles of some of the more established talents in the Starlets Division, they throw it in my face as if it will phase me, as if it will throw me into some deep dark depression where I won't shave my legs for days. The people in this division, the women who work under my husband and I need to understand that I'm not here for the titles, I never have been. I'm not like the rest of you and that pisses you off, doesn't it?
Titles are not the be all and end all of my career.
They are pretty little props, nothing more, something to buoy up fragile egos, make insecure little girls feel worthy. Why do you think we have only one belt in this division now? It is because it amuses us to watch the mongrels of this division fight it out over a single title like dogs fighting over the last chicken bone after its already been picked clean. It makes it that much more competitive around here, it raises the prestige of the belt and more importantly the Starlets World Championship is already with the right and most deserving person in this company as it should be.
It is with a Williams, but not the whiny one, and do you know why she has it and not you Crystal? It's exceptionally simple really, so simple in fact that even you might understand if you try. Jenny didn't whine about anything, she just went out there and got the job done. She earned it. It really is as simple as that, there is no great conspiracy against you. We're not keeping you out of the title picture deliberately, it is just that you have done nothing to deserve it. You've done nothing to stand out and that isn't our fault, it's yours.
You really shouldn't be that surprised Crystal, being lost, overshadowed and generally ignored is the rather unfortunate side effect of being the less talented member of a tag team by quite some way. You should count yourself lucky that Zelda is still keeping your career afloat, and maybe you are, maybe that's why you're so proud in each of your floundering efforts to save your best friend, sure you tried to stick it to Kelly. You tried to save Zelda. Kudos.
The truth is when it came down to it Crystal, you didn't do a damn thing to save your best friend. She saved herself in the end. You can spin it any way you like Crystal, you can talk about all the alternate universes where EMF didn't split up over something as painfully cliche as greed for the World Title, in the end all it is is coulda, woulda, shoulda...didn't. I'm sorry it still burns you that you couldn't control your own ego long enough to keep those belts that you claime you never would have lost. The fact is we aren't in Crystal's Imaginary Universe Number 187, we're in mine.
This is The Conway Universe. I am the Sun among the Starlets. I can bring you life or I can burn you if you try to get too close to my world. So tell me Crystal, who really is dwelling in a state of irrelevancy huh? Is it the woman with all the power and eminance of the division, your boss even if you and Zelda refuse to acknowledge it or is it the woman who's most memorable accomplishment outside of being carried to greatness by her best friend is getting down on her hands and knees and howling at her husband's beck and call?
Kathy yawns.
Oh is that the time? I tire of addressing you Crystal, so I think I will move on to someone who doesn't annoy me quite as much. You are very welcome Jasmine, we afforded you a Starlets World Championship opportunity because we felt you deserved it, and even though you came up short, you have continued to be impressive, I like that. There is absolutely no shame in losing the thing you most wanted to take to your best friend, just ask Mercedes Vargas. I still expect great things from you when I step into the ring with you, I expect you to demonstrate first hand that our faith in you is justified. I expect you to surprise me Jasmine.
I expect you to not hold a grudge against me just because my husband once booted you in the head and I twisted you up like a pretzel until you passed out. Please don't be like the rest of them Jasmine, please do't be like Crystal. Please don't be so petty.
Kathy slips on her scarlet robe and gets to her feet, shaking. It hurt to try and do this by herself after nearly five years. She had told him nothing, not a word. It was all going to be a surprise. She dared not look over her shoulder back at him. She felt his eyes upon her, she imagined the concern in them whilst he watch her stumble away in her utter stubbornness. It was a short but difficult trip from the bed and the safety of his loving embrace to the en suite bathroom.
She reached out quivering as she turned the knob, her eyes wide, the adrenalin coursing through her as she stepped through the door and swiftly shut it behind her. She then clutched the wash basin in front of her with both hands and stared at herself in the mirror. The wide eyed beast inside of her stared back at her, pounding at her heart as if it was caged by her denial.
Kathy's eyes narrowed, her head dipped as she looked at herself and let out a low growl, before she swiped at the mirror and it flew off the wall and shattered. Kathy then turned to her medicine cabinet and opened it, pulling down a bottle of her prescribed Ativan. She held it in a shaky hand, she tried to read the label but the only thing that registered through her blurred vision was that the active ingredient was Lorenzapam.
She stumbled back a few steps and collapsed against the back of the bathroom door. The pill bottle rolled out of her limp hand, and she tucked her knees against her chest and wept, destesting her own helplessness.
The other day I had to stop and think
And boy I love the way you get to me
So I took a hit and poured another drink
On the floor, beside the bed we see an empty bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and two small pools of whatever remained of it resting in each of two wine glasses.
Your perfect frame is where I sucked it clean
Oh yeah
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
We see the bare back of a blonde woman moving rythmically in her love making, with all the grace of a ballroom dancer and the passion of a sexually liberated woman, uninhibited, free, confident. In particular we note a name tattooed across her lower back, just above where the crumpled silk sheets are obscuring our view of anything beyond that name and those four letters inked into her flesh formed the foundation of her entire world.
JAKE
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
She throws her head back and surrenders herself entirely to the please of her most base and carnal desires. Her hair whips and lashes with her rhythm down her back as she closes her eyes and seems entirely content to just let the sensations brought about from each thrust wash over her like a river running over bedrock.
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
A hand each side of her waist, holds her firmly but gently. The right hand we see has the face of a black cat with green eyes tattooed across the forearm, just above the wrist, and the name that quickened his pulse inked into his flesh just below that.
KAT
I love how easy you crawl at me
And the way it feels when you peel my clothes off me
The palm of my hand's where I hold the key
I fit you like the glove, its not the ecstacy
Oh yeah
She submits and tumbles over into his embrace, as they switch positions and with him pressed firmly against her chest, the couple share a lengthy and passionate kiss, their tongues now seeking out smaller, simpler yet no less important pleasures.
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
I can never stop myself from fallin' over
You can never stop yourself from comin' over
I can feel you comin' closer and closer
Baby don't stop now
Baby don't stop now
He then breaks the kiss as his lips brush against the soft skin of her neck and shoulder.
Don't stop till you please me
Don't stop till you please me
He kisses her throat, before he moves lower, and we leave the scene unsatisfied and denied our climax, something that would not be a problem for either of the lovers on this night.
I just have one question this week.
What is so damned hard to understand?
People want to know my motives, they want to question what drives me, they want to criticise me for having a supposedly lacklustre career because I haven't accumulated the same trophies, trinkets and titles of some of the more established talents in the Starlets Division, they throw it in my face as if it will phase me, as if it will throw me into some deep dark depression where I won't shave my legs for days. The people in this division, the women who work under my husband and I need to understand that I'm not here for the titles, I never have been. I'm not like the rest of you and that pisses you off, doesn't it?
Titles are not the be all and end all of my career.
They are pretty little props, nothing more, something to buoy up fragile egos, make insecure little girls feel worthy. Why do you think we have only one belt in this division now? It is because it amuses us to watch the mongrels of this division fight it out over a single title like dogs fighting over the last chicken bone after its already been picked clean. It makes it that much more competitive around here, it raises the prestige of the belt and more importantly the Starlets World Championship is already with the right and most deserving person in this company as it should be.
It is with a Williams, but not the whiny one, and do you know why she has it and not you Crystal? It's exceptionally simple really, so simple in fact that even you might understand if you try. Jenny didn't whine about anything, she just went out there and got the job done. She earned it. It really is as simple as that, there is no great conspiracy against you. We're not keeping you out of the title picture deliberately, it is just that you have done nothing to deserve it. You've done nothing to stand out and that isn't our fault, it's yours.
You really shouldn't be that surprised Crystal, being lost, overshadowed and generally ignored is the rather unfortunate side effect of being the less talented member of a tag team by quite some way. You should count yourself lucky that Zelda is still keeping your career afloat, and maybe you are, maybe that's why you're so proud in each of your floundering efforts to save your best friend, sure you tried to stick it to Kelly. You tried to save Zelda. Kudos.
The truth is when it came down to it Crystal, you didn't do a damn thing to save your best friend. She saved herself in the end. You can spin it any way you like Crystal, you can talk about all the alternate universes where EMF didn't split up over something as painfully cliche as greed for the World Title, in the end all it is is coulda, woulda, shoulda...didn't. I'm sorry it still burns you that you couldn't control your own ego long enough to keep those belts that you claime you never would have lost. The fact is we aren't in Crystal's Imaginary Universe Number 187, we're in mine.
This is The Conway Universe. I am the Sun among the Starlets. I can bring you life or I can burn you if you try to get too close to my world. So tell me Crystal, who really is dwelling in a state of irrelevancy huh? Is it the woman with all the power and eminance of the division, your boss even if you and Zelda refuse to acknowledge it or is it the woman who's most memorable accomplishment outside of being carried to greatness by her best friend is getting down on her hands and knees and howling at her husband's beck and call?
Kathy yawns.
Oh is that the time? I tire of addressing you Crystal, so I think I will move on to someone who doesn't annoy me quite as much. You are very welcome Jasmine, we afforded you a Starlets World Championship opportunity because we felt you deserved it, and even though you came up short, you have continued to be impressive, I like that. There is absolutely no shame in losing the thing you most wanted to take to your best friend, just ask Mercedes Vargas. I still expect great things from you when I step into the ring with you, I expect you to demonstrate first hand that our faith in you is justified. I expect you to surprise me Jasmine.
I expect you to not hold a grudge against me just because my husband once booted you in the head and I twisted you up like a pretzel until you passed out. Please don't be like the rest of them Jasmine, please do't be like Crystal. Please don't be so petty.
Kathy slips on her scarlet robe and gets to her feet, shaking. It hurt to try and do this by herself after nearly five years. She had told him nothing, not a word. It was all going to be a surprise. She dared not look over her shoulder back at him. She felt his eyes upon her, she imagined the concern in them whilst he watch her stumble away in her utter stubbornness. It was a short but difficult trip from the bed and the safety of his loving embrace to the en suite bathroom.
She reached out quivering as she turned the knob, her eyes wide, the adrenalin coursing through her as she stepped through the door and swiftly shut it behind her. She then clutched the wash basin in front of her with both hands and stared at herself in the mirror. The wide eyed beast inside of her stared back at her, pounding at her heart as if it was caged by her denial.
Kathy's eyes narrowed, her head dipped as she looked at herself and let out a low growl, before she swiped at the mirror and it flew off the wall and shattered. Kathy then turned to her medicine cabinet and opened it, pulling down a bottle of her prescribed Ativan. She held it in a shaky hand, she tried to read the label but the only thing that registered through her blurred vision was that the active ingredient was Lorenzapam.
She stumbled back a few steps and collapsed against the back of the bathroom door. The pill bottle rolled out of her limp hand, and she tucked her knees against her chest and wept, destesting her own helplessness.