Post by Kathleen Conway on Mar 8, 2013 19:27:14 GMT -6
Dr Fisher regarded the two sets of scans on the desk infront of him with a critical eye. Pausing only a moment from his visual inspection of Kathleen Conway's latest brain scan to get his glasses out of the breast pocket of his shirt, he gripped one end of his glasses in his teeth, swinging them open before placing them over the bridge of his nose and adjusting them behind his ears before his eyes resumed darting across each scan from one to the other.
Kathy nervously fumbled with the Spade-shaped locket that was draped around her neck as she anxiously awaited his assessment of her injury and what it might mean for the rest of her life. Kathy took a deep breath before she finally spoke up.
Kathy: Give it to me straight, Doctor, how bad is it?
Dr Fisher looked up, his eyes peering over the rim of his glasses at her, suddenly he shifts back in his chair, and spins the scans around so they face away from him and towards Kathy. She leans forward and looks at them, her eyes dart to the date stamps on the top of each scan, March 2008 on the left and March 2013 on the right. She had no idea how to interpret exactly what she was looking at, but what struck her immediately was that the scan on the right had red areas that were considerably smaller and fewer in number than those found in the left scan.
Dr Fisher: See for yourself, Mrs Conway. There is no doubt in my mind anymore, not only will you make a full physical recovery, but you can expect it to happen in the next eight to twelve weeks judging by the progress shown in these scans, barring any further aggreviation or cranial injury of course so my best advice would be to avoid taking any shots to the head in your match over the weekend.
Kathy lets out a relieved laugh as hints of tears moisten her eyes over the news of a full recovery being well within her reach.
Kathy: Good thing I have two partners to take them for me then...
Dr Fisher: Indeed.
Both Kathy and Dr Fisher share a laugh and suddenly she didn't feel so bad about having lied to the love of her life. It would all be worth it in the end.
Dr Fisher: Tell me Mrs Conway, did you take any of the Ativan I prescribed a couple of weeks ago?
Kathy: Actually no, I just couldn't bring myself to. Jake has so much faith in me that I don't need to be medicated to get through this that I almost felt I was betraying his belief in me. I came close...
Dr Fisher: Looking at these scans here today, I'm more inclined to agree with your husband. Judging by the progress you've made over the last five years, it is my opinion that you can make a full recovery and do so entirely naturally. It just goes to show you that for all of our celebrated medical advances, we still know very little about how exactly the human brain works and how it might repair itself, yet that's what your brain appears to have been doing since your injury. You can see for yourself that over time the red damaged areas have significantly decreased in size if not disappeared all together, restoring normal brain function gradually as indicated by the yellow areas.
Kathy: So I don't need the pills?
Dr Fisher: No.
Kathy: Oh Thank God, I don't know how much more of this I would have been able to keep from my husband. We have always been so honest and open about everything with each other...
Dr Fisher: And so should you continue to be, Mrs Conway...
So nothing phases you, does it Zelda? How nice it must be for you at this point in your career to have reached such a state of complacency. Not caring about whether you walk out with wins anymore or whether all of your matches just end up in huge brawls like two weeks ago. And why should you care? As far as your concerned, you have nothing left to prove in this business, and your main priority nowadays is button bashing your way up some meaningless leaderboard, doing a little jig in your room when you get that all time high score, and all the while leaving poor little Simon Daye wondering why no matter what he does, he can never excite you quite like that.
You've built your reputation as the most dominant Starlet in the business, and now you're simply content to just coast off of the crown you no longer deserve. Other girls around here might still look at you a little moony-eyed and still aspire to replicate your success, but I, I do not. You were once an undisputed Queen of the ring, but no longer. You once were a diamond, flawless in the ring, driven to be the best by the heart you had in spades, but no longer. Now the Queens of this business stand across the ring from you, each a reflection of a virtue you no longer possess. Each a reflection of what you once were.
You were regarded as the perfect combination of brains, beauty and dominance, now that you no longer possess the hunger we do, you are simply the product of a much overhyped legend. Who in the Starlets Division could offer you a legitimate challenge today? You say nobody. I say everybody, because you are not what you once were and its obvious that you're perfectly fine with that. But then what do I know? I have nothing of interest to say right?
I just copy you, holy beacon of originality that you are, having apparently branded any and all Shrek references as Zelda exclusive put downs, tell me Z, what's it like to work for Dreamworks and Nintendo? That must really bring in the money for you huh? No wonder you don't care anymore with such a profitable revenue stream in your back pocket? Oh wait...what's that? You don't work for either of them? You have no affiliation with either company? Silly Zelda, you know you really shouldn't copy other people, you really shouldn't steal their ideas and base your whole identity around them, lest you fall foul of several copyright laws or worse, be branded a parrot. Think about that next time you're twitching to lecture me me about how *** damned unoriginal I am.
Who knew the Pixelated Princess was every bit as fake as the games she so loves? You know you remind me of Shao Kahn, for weeks my husband and I couldn't beat him, we thought he was the ultimate Final Stage Boss, then we worked out the secret and now its like 'Pffft....we got this babe...'. Oh no, what's that? I mentioned my husband again, I'm sorry Z, actually I'm not, I will not apologise to you or anybody in this company for loving my husband as absolutely as I do, just because it offends your sensibilities. It's not my fault that you have been bounced around from bed to bed like an oldschool pinball whilst I have found a constant and the love of my life.
You obviously resent me for what I have with Jake or it wouldn't bother you quite so much about how many times I mention him, perhaps your still upset you still haven't found the one. It wasn't Rob Diamond, it may not be Simon Daye, who else could possibly have the cheat code to your panties? Maybe Cyrus Daniels, you two dated once right? But wait that never happened did it, at least not according to you. Word is he tells an entirely different story to his buddies in the Church. How does it feel Z to know that these days you are less every man's fantasy and more the fantasy of four dudes who stand around all day spending an ungodly amount of time and effort worshipping mighty hammers?
Or is that just another thing that doesn't phase you, like everything else apparently?
Dr Fisher: How have the episodes been in general? Have they decreased in frequency or intensity at all?
Kathy leans back in her chair, and lets out a small chuckle at the notion that she completely missed the fact that they weren't as bad these days as they once had been.
Kathy: Now that you mention it Doctor, yes. Yes they have....
Dr Fisher: I'm not surprised. In 2008, the injury had reduced your normal brain function to around sixty eight per cent, as it stands today, function has been restored back up to around ninety six percent, so the progress you've made over the last five years really is quite remarkable, some might even say miraculous.
Kathy: It's amazing. I've never really thought about it until just now. I've just always been so wrapped up in trying to avoid an onset that I never gave much thought to the episodes themselves. Five years ago, everytime Jake and I made love they would last at least a couple of hours, yet when we made love last week, I was fine after just twenty minutes in his arms. To think I resented myself for having to rely on him to help me through it and that I couldn't handle it myself...
Dr Fisher: There's a lot to be said for the power of love Mrs Conway, it's a force we barely understand but universally crave. You should count yourself lucky that you have someone as supportive as your husband in your life. Maybe you actually need him to cuddle you and hold on to you, maybe it really is good for your mental health...
Kathy smiles at the thought of such a notion.
Kathy: After all you've told me here today, I don't doubt it, Doctor. I don't doubt it at all...
Dr Fisher: Speaking of cravings, I may have a theory for those you experience as part of your episodes...
Kathy: Fish and milk? Yeah, at least they're not as bad as the cravings I had expecting Domino. Pineapple, chocolate and peppers if you can imagine such a thing, at least with Solitaire it was just carrots, bananas and vanilla extract. I think we know which one of them was more health conscious...
Kathy laughs as Dr Fisher smiles.
Dr Fisher: Yes well, I think the fish oils, specifically Omega 3, and the calcium actually helped speed up your recovery. Your body was craving them because your brain needed them...
Kathy: That actually explains a lot. Up until now I just thought it was a quirk of my rather eccentric cat-like behaviour.
Dr Fisher: Well based on everything you've told me so far Mrs Conway, it is quite apparent that cats or similar feline creatures hold some special significance in your psyche, perhaps they symbolise some form of inner strength that your brain relies on as a coping mechanism to deal with the emotional onslaught of one of your episodes. It really is a fascinating facet of your condition and one I'd like to explore in even greater depth in our next session. There is light at the end of this long dark tunnel Mrs Conway and I have every intention of seeing that you reach it.
Kathy: Thank you, Doctor, you have no idea how much your help means to me...
Oh dear Crystal Williams doesn't like me. Rose Acantha doesn't like me. Zelda Knite doesn't like me. Emma Danielson doesn't like me. Newsflash ladies, I'm not a Facebook page, I don't need you to give me a thumbs up and I could do without each of your snide comments quite frankly, what I am is the Face of the entire Starlets Division and believe me that's the only status update worth sharing with any of you.
You see Crystal, you can spin all the grand conspiracies you want about how my administration is using Jenny Williams, the fact is she joined my husband's little crusade because she believed in it, she was the hand picked choice as the fourth cornerstone to our laying of the new foundations of the Stasrlets Division, but we knew we couldn't just hand her the Starlets Championship without some kind of uproar, so we did the next best thing we could, we gave her a fair opportunity and she just so happened to seize it.
I know the real reason you're so upset Crystal, you're upset that we didn't approach you first. I know what teaming with the likes of myself could have done to breathe a little life back into your lackluste career, but between my episodes and your penchant to drop to all fours and howl, I don't think I could stomach all the cat and dog jokes. I'm not Zelda by any stretch of the imagination, but mostly I'm not Zelda because I refuse to carry you and keep you relevant. I refuse to be that girl you hang out with whilst we play X-Box and I refuse to pretend that we are really good friends, just so you can continue to be as complacent as you have been about your position within this company.
Speaking of friends, what is it with you Williams and trying to save everybody except all of those people who could really use it? You had your chance to save Emma, you didn't care so don't expect me to care about your latest quest to save Jenny. Jenny's happy, successful, and relevant, just like Xander, in short Jenny and Xander are everything you and Todd are not but still wish you could be. Todd failed to lure Xander into mediocrity with his whole redeemer schtick, and now you're failing with Jenny. You two failures are well suited to one another, its no wonder Steve Awesome left you behind and went to Hollywood to enjoy even moderate success and stardom, something he knew he'd never get with you unless Zelda was there in some capacity. That's the only time you've enjoyed any kind of success and now even she doesn't really care.
Sucks to be you, I guess. You asked me what happened to the sweet naive Kathy, what happened to the smily faced competitor who competed for the love of it rather than the power? You really liked her, didn't you? You really respected her, no doubt because you knew you could push her around and that if she really got out of hand, you could always make her tap out in the middle of the ring. What happened Crystal is simply that I evolved. I am the wife of the Apex after all so perhaps it was always inevitable. Before you threaten to put me in my place Williams, you'd do well to learn yours...
At my feet.
Kathy was in the en suite bathroom of her upstairs master bedroom, she had rushed up here still wearing her coat, eager to seize the moment of hope she had just received from her psychiatrist. She slides open the medicine cabinet and grabs the bottle of Ativan pills, she looks at them for a moment, still digesting the fact that she didn't need these after all and that she was on the verge of getting her life back. After five years. Five long years...
Jake sees his wife with the bottle of pills snd addresses her from the doorway.
Jake: Honey, are you okay?
Kathy: Yes Jake, yes I'm fine.
Jake steps into the bathroom and puts his arms around his wife's waist from behind, he looks at the pills in her hand curiously.
Jake: What are they?
Kathy: Anxiety pills...
Jake: I didn't know you needed them...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: I don't...
Rose Acantha.
I'm so glad that you've managed to really make a name for yourself after making me tap out last month. Boy you really made the most of that little career defining moment...oh wait, no you didn't. You haven't done a damn thing, you've not started any of those fires you promised, in fact I'd argue that quite the opposite is true. You've put out a fire, specifically the one which once burned in your surrogate brother's eyes. He spent months waging war with the corporation and begging for his shot at the big time.
Then he gets one, and what happens? He chokes out, he wastes it, now if I was feeling particularly generous, I'd say his head hasn't been in the game ever since you 'left' him, that he misses you, but I'm not feeling generous. I'm not feeling apathy. I'm not feeling a damn thing when it comes to you and your situation Rose. I'm glad you took my advice and decided to try and make it on your own, but evidently you haven't gone far enough.
Evidently you need another little push in the right direction, and once again it falls to me to give you that little nudge or that violent shove, which is most appropriate I haven't quite decided yet. Maybe you'll actually step up and thank me this time for the concessions that I've made in allowing you to be here, in this match, with five women who are quite clearly your superior in every way imaginable.
Something tells me though that rather than appreciate this opportunity for what it is, a chance to shine amongst the brightest, you'll whine and you'll cry and you'll tell me how its all so damned unfair that I'm still using you as my personal punching bag to vent my frustrations, and I'll just sigh, shake my head, roll my eyes and watch you royally flush away your one chance to really make a statement around here, just like your beloved Mr Nate did last week..
In yet another act of total complacency.
Kathy and Jake smile at each other as they watch the pills swirl around in the lavatory bowl before disappearing, being carried away by the power of the flush, and Kathy then cranes her neck to kiss him up, as he leans down from behind her and their lips meet in a lengthy and passionate kiss.
Kathy nervously fumbled with the Spade-shaped locket that was draped around her neck as she anxiously awaited his assessment of her injury and what it might mean for the rest of her life. Kathy took a deep breath before she finally spoke up.
Kathy: Give it to me straight, Doctor, how bad is it?
Dr Fisher looked up, his eyes peering over the rim of his glasses at her, suddenly he shifts back in his chair, and spins the scans around so they face away from him and towards Kathy. She leans forward and looks at them, her eyes dart to the date stamps on the top of each scan, March 2008 on the left and March 2013 on the right. She had no idea how to interpret exactly what she was looking at, but what struck her immediately was that the scan on the right had red areas that were considerably smaller and fewer in number than those found in the left scan.
Dr Fisher: See for yourself, Mrs Conway. There is no doubt in my mind anymore, not only will you make a full physical recovery, but you can expect it to happen in the next eight to twelve weeks judging by the progress shown in these scans, barring any further aggreviation or cranial injury of course so my best advice would be to avoid taking any shots to the head in your match over the weekend.
Kathy lets out a relieved laugh as hints of tears moisten her eyes over the news of a full recovery being well within her reach.
Kathy: Good thing I have two partners to take them for me then...
Dr Fisher: Indeed.
Both Kathy and Dr Fisher share a laugh and suddenly she didn't feel so bad about having lied to the love of her life. It would all be worth it in the end.
Dr Fisher: Tell me Mrs Conway, did you take any of the Ativan I prescribed a couple of weeks ago?
Kathy: Actually no, I just couldn't bring myself to. Jake has so much faith in me that I don't need to be medicated to get through this that I almost felt I was betraying his belief in me. I came close...
Dr Fisher: Looking at these scans here today, I'm more inclined to agree with your husband. Judging by the progress you've made over the last five years, it is my opinion that you can make a full recovery and do so entirely naturally. It just goes to show you that for all of our celebrated medical advances, we still know very little about how exactly the human brain works and how it might repair itself, yet that's what your brain appears to have been doing since your injury. You can see for yourself that over time the red damaged areas have significantly decreased in size if not disappeared all together, restoring normal brain function gradually as indicated by the yellow areas.
Kathy: So I don't need the pills?
Dr Fisher: No.
Kathy: Oh Thank God, I don't know how much more of this I would have been able to keep from my husband. We have always been so honest and open about everything with each other...
Dr Fisher: And so should you continue to be, Mrs Conway...
So nothing phases you, does it Zelda? How nice it must be for you at this point in your career to have reached such a state of complacency. Not caring about whether you walk out with wins anymore or whether all of your matches just end up in huge brawls like two weeks ago. And why should you care? As far as your concerned, you have nothing left to prove in this business, and your main priority nowadays is button bashing your way up some meaningless leaderboard, doing a little jig in your room when you get that all time high score, and all the while leaving poor little Simon Daye wondering why no matter what he does, he can never excite you quite like that.
You've built your reputation as the most dominant Starlet in the business, and now you're simply content to just coast off of the crown you no longer deserve. Other girls around here might still look at you a little moony-eyed and still aspire to replicate your success, but I, I do not. You were once an undisputed Queen of the ring, but no longer. You once were a diamond, flawless in the ring, driven to be the best by the heart you had in spades, but no longer. Now the Queens of this business stand across the ring from you, each a reflection of a virtue you no longer possess. Each a reflection of what you once were.
You were regarded as the perfect combination of brains, beauty and dominance, now that you no longer possess the hunger we do, you are simply the product of a much overhyped legend. Who in the Starlets Division could offer you a legitimate challenge today? You say nobody. I say everybody, because you are not what you once were and its obvious that you're perfectly fine with that. But then what do I know? I have nothing of interest to say right?
I just copy you, holy beacon of originality that you are, having apparently branded any and all Shrek references as Zelda exclusive put downs, tell me Z, what's it like to work for Dreamworks and Nintendo? That must really bring in the money for you huh? No wonder you don't care anymore with such a profitable revenue stream in your back pocket? Oh wait...what's that? You don't work for either of them? You have no affiliation with either company? Silly Zelda, you know you really shouldn't copy other people, you really shouldn't steal their ideas and base your whole identity around them, lest you fall foul of several copyright laws or worse, be branded a parrot. Think about that next time you're twitching to lecture me me about how *** damned unoriginal I am.
Who knew the Pixelated Princess was every bit as fake as the games she so loves? You know you remind me of Shao Kahn, for weeks my husband and I couldn't beat him, we thought he was the ultimate Final Stage Boss, then we worked out the secret and now its like 'Pffft....we got this babe...'. Oh no, what's that? I mentioned my husband again, I'm sorry Z, actually I'm not, I will not apologise to you or anybody in this company for loving my husband as absolutely as I do, just because it offends your sensibilities. It's not my fault that you have been bounced around from bed to bed like an oldschool pinball whilst I have found a constant and the love of my life.
You obviously resent me for what I have with Jake or it wouldn't bother you quite so much about how many times I mention him, perhaps your still upset you still haven't found the one. It wasn't Rob Diamond, it may not be Simon Daye, who else could possibly have the cheat code to your panties? Maybe Cyrus Daniels, you two dated once right? But wait that never happened did it, at least not according to you. Word is he tells an entirely different story to his buddies in the Church. How does it feel Z to know that these days you are less every man's fantasy and more the fantasy of four dudes who stand around all day spending an ungodly amount of time and effort worshipping mighty hammers?
Or is that just another thing that doesn't phase you, like everything else apparently?
Dr Fisher: How have the episodes been in general? Have they decreased in frequency or intensity at all?
Kathy leans back in her chair, and lets out a small chuckle at the notion that she completely missed the fact that they weren't as bad these days as they once had been.
Kathy: Now that you mention it Doctor, yes. Yes they have....
Dr Fisher: I'm not surprised. In 2008, the injury had reduced your normal brain function to around sixty eight per cent, as it stands today, function has been restored back up to around ninety six percent, so the progress you've made over the last five years really is quite remarkable, some might even say miraculous.
Kathy: It's amazing. I've never really thought about it until just now. I've just always been so wrapped up in trying to avoid an onset that I never gave much thought to the episodes themselves. Five years ago, everytime Jake and I made love they would last at least a couple of hours, yet when we made love last week, I was fine after just twenty minutes in his arms. To think I resented myself for having to rely on him to help me through it and that I couldn't handle it myself...
Dr Fisher: There's a lot to be said for the power of love Mrs Conway, it's a force we barely understand but universally crave. You should count yourself lucky that you have someone as supportive as your husband in your life. Maybe you actually need him to cuddle you and hold on to you, maybe it really is good for your mental health...
Kathy smiles at the thought of such a notion.
Kathy: After all you've told me here today, I don't doubt it, Doctor. I don't doubt it at all...
Dr Fisher: Speaking of cravings, I may have a theory for those you experience as part of your episodes...
Kathy: Fish and milk? Yeah, at least they're not as bad as the cravings I had expecting Domino. Pineapple, chocolate and peppers if you can imagine such a thing, at least with Solitaire it was just carrots, bananas and vanilla extract. I think we know which one of them was more health conscious...
Kathy laughs as Dr Fisher smiles.
Dr Fisher: Yes well, I think the fish oils, specifically Omega 3, and the calcium actually helped speed up your recovery. Your body was craving them because your brain needed them...
Kathy: That actually explains a lot. Up until now I just thought it was a quirk of my rather eccentric cat-like behaviour.
Dr Fisher: Well based on everything you've told me so far Mrs Conway, it is quite apparent that cats or similar feline creatures hold some special significance in your psyche, perhaps they symbolise some form of inner strength that your brain relies on as a coping mechanism to deal with the emotional onslaught of one of your episodes. It really is a fascinating facet of your condition and one I'd like to explore in even greater depth in our next session. There is light at the end of this long dark tunnel Mrs Conway and I have every intention of seeing that you reach it.
Kathy: Thank you, Doctor, you have no idea how much your help means to me...
Oh dear Crystal Williams doesn't like me. Rose Acantha doesn't like me. Zelda Knite doesn't like me. Emma Danielson doesn't like me. Newsflash ladies, I'm not a Facebook page, I don't need you to give me a thumbs up and I could do without each of your snide comments quite frankly, what I am is the Face of the entire Starlets Division and believe me that's the only status update worth sharing with any of you.
You see Crystal, you can spin all the grand conspiracies you want about how my administration is using Jenny Williams, the fact is she joined my husband's little crusade because she believed in it, she was the hand picked choice as the fourth cornerstone to our laying of the new foundations of the Stasrlets Division, but we knew we couldn't just hand her the Starlets Championship without some kind of uproar, so we did the next best thing we could, we gave her a fair opportunity and she just so happened to seize it.
I know the real reason you're so upset Crystal, you're upset that we didn't approach you first. I know what teaming with the likes of myself could have done to breathe a little life back into your lackluste career, but between my episodes and your penchant to drop to all fours and howl, I don't think I could stomach all the cat and dog jokes. I'm not Zelda by any stretch of the imagination, but mostly I'm not Zelda because I refuse to carry you and keep you relevant. I refuse to be that girl you hang out with whilst we play X-Box and I refuse to pretend that we are really good friends, just so you can continue to be as complacent as you have been about your position within this company.
Speaking of friends, what is it with you Williams and trying to save everybody except all of those people who could really use it? You had your chance to save Emma, you didn't care so don't expect me to care about your latest quest to save Jenny. Jenny's happy, successful, and relevant, just like Xander, in short Jenny and Xander are everything you and Todd are not but still wish you could be. Todd failed to lure Xander into mediocrity with his whole redeemer schtick, and now you're failing with Jenny. You two failures are well suited to one another, its no wonder Steve Awesome left you behind and went to Hollywood to enjoy even moderate success and stardom, something he knew he'd never get with you unless Zelda was there in some capacity. That's the only time you've enjoyed any kind of success and now even she doesn't really care.
Sucks to be you, I guess. You asked me what happened to the sweet naive Kathy, what happened to the smily faced competitor who competed for the love of it rather than the power? You really liked her, didn't you? You really respected her, no doubt because you knew you could push her around and that if she really got out of hand, you could always make her tap out in the middle of the ring. What happened Crystal is simply that I evolved. I am the wife of the Apex after all so perhaps it was always inevitable. Before you threaten to put me in my place Williams, you'd do well to learn yours...
At my feet.
Kathy was in the en suite bathroom of her upstairs master bedroom, she had rushed up here still wearing her coat, eager to seize the moment of hope she had just received from her psychiatrist. She slides open the medicine cabinet and grabs the bottle of Ativan pills, she looks at them for a moment, still digesting the fact that she didn't need these after all and that she was on the verge of getting her life back. After five years. Five long years...
Jake sees his wife with the bottle of pills snd addresses her from the doorway.
Jake: Honey, are you okay?
Kathy: Yes Jake, yes I'm fine.
Jake steps into the bathroom and puts his arms around his wife's waist from behind, he looks at the pills in her hand curiously.
Jake: What are they?
Kathy: Anxiety pills...
Jake: I didn't know you needed them...
Kathy smiles.
Kathy: I don't...
Rose Acantha.
I'm so glad that you've managed to really make a name for yourself after making me tap out last month. Boy you really made the most of that little career defining moment...oh wait, no you didn't. You haven't done a damn thing, you've not started any of those fires you promised, in fact I'd argue that quite the opposite is true. You've put out a fire, specifically the one which once burned in your surrogate brother's eyes. He spent months waging war with the corporation and begging for his shot at the big time.
Then he gets one, and what happens? He chokes out, he wastes it, now if I was feeling particularly generous, I'd say his head hasn't been in the game ever since you 'left' him, that he misses you, but I'm not feeling generous. I'm not feeling apathy. I'm not feeling a damn thing when it comes to you and your situation Rose. I'm glad you took my advice and decided to try and make it on your own, but evidently you haven't gone far enough.
Evidently you need another little push in the right direction, and once again it falls to me to give you that little nudge or that violent shove, which is most appropriate I haven't quite decided yet. Maybe you'll actually step up and thank me this time for the concessions that I've made in allowing you to be here, in this match, with five women who are quite clearly your superior in every way imaginable.
Something tells me though that rather than appreciate this opportunity for what it is, a chance to shine amongst the brightest, you'll whine and you'll cry and you'll tell me how its all so damned unfair that I'm still using you as my personal punching bag to vent my frustrations, and I'll just sigh, shake my head, roll my eyes and watch you royally flush away your one chance to really make a statement around here, just like your beloved Mr Nate did last week..
In yet another act of total complacency.
Kathy and Jake smile at each other as they watch the pills swirl around in the lavatory bowl before disappearing, being carried away by the power of the flush, and Kathy then cranes her neck to kiss him up, as he leans down from behind her and their lips meet in a lengthy and passionate kiss.