Post by Emma Danielson on Mar 9, 2013 23:16:50 GMT -6
”So, who else was surprised by the fact that I was able to work together with Kathy? Yeah, I see you, with your hand up in the back. Truth is, I’m not one of those people. I knew we could work well together, because above all the personal issues, we have enough of a common goal. Neither of us wants to look like an idiot. And losing to Crystal and Jasmine…well, that would have made us look like quite the pair of idiots. But we didn’t. And now we have a little bit of momentum, but moreover…the doubt is squashed. We KNOW we can work as a team. And that means bad things for our opponents.”
“Feeling better, Crystal? Of course you are. Even though you got battered around last week, you’ve got a lot more backup this week. Rose Acantha, like her or not, is a gutsy little nutjob, and of course there’s Zelda. You must be feeling pretty good. I mean, all you have to do is beat a former Starlets Tag Team Champion, a former Starlets World Champion, and the current World Champion. No pressure, right? All in a day’s work for the Rose Goddess.”
“I’m not going to go on and on about how I miss what we had. I did enough of that crap last week. Besides, this isn’t the time for sentimentality. I’m in the mood to wreck some faces, plain and simple. I’ve got the right backup, I’ve got the right targets…Crossroads is going to be a good night. I have a chance to put to bed those annoying, barking voices that keep piping up every time I start getting ambitious. I’m ready to remind the world why I was a force to be reckoned with…no matter what the propaganda said.”
“Rose, Rose, Rose…another month, and here we are. Do you still remember last time? I do. I remember dropping you head-first onto a steel chair and making you pass out in the Sharpshooter. Now that…that was my playground. That was the sort of match that I live for. Being able to open you up and batter you into oblivion...this time, you’ve got the rules to help you. You won’t have to fear a chairshot, or a cane shot…tables won’t be your enemy this time. No, it’s just us. Three of the most brilliantly vicious women to ever set foot in the ring. Not so bad, right?”
“I’ll send you back to the nuthouse myself if I have to, Rose. It’s not that I hate you. I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. See, disliking you would mean that I would have to put effort into it. I’d have to actively think about how much you irritate me every time I heard your name or saw your face. No, it’s so much easier to not give a damn about you. You’re not worth caring about. You’re just a space-filler, the third wheel on a bicycle that didn’t need the help. I wouldn’t be surprised if you get pinned or submitted. You’re just not on their level…you’re just not up to snuff.”
“And for the third Stooge, you have the woman who, lest we forget, wrestled Lance Ryan to a double time-limit draw with a separated shoulder…a true titan of the industry. She’s so amazing, her boyfriend decided to sacrifice his moment in the sun, his Night to Remember, for the sake of proposing to her. Now, how could you see a relationship like that fall apart? Simple. If the woman in question was Zelda Knite. If the man in question was Rob Diamond. Frankly, Z, the fact that you think you have a MILLIMETER of room to give someone else grief for being proud of their relationship, let alone one of the most happily-married couples in wrestling…it’s just comical.”
“When I look at you, Zelda, I don’t see the monolithic figure that dominated this company for a year. I don’t see the woman that I could never overcome, time after time…I see a little girl who’s run out of people to exploit. I see someone who’s left a trail of burned bridges, and is down to her last connection. You don’t have the fire that you used to have. You don’t have the passion. You’re just content to milk the marketing machine. You remind me of Charity Helms…except Charity was riding on her brother’s reputation. You? You’re leeching off of a name you made. Sydney Knight is piggybacking on the legend of Zelda Knite. You’ve gone from ruling with an iron fist, robbing Charlie Velez of his life’s work, and being the star of the show…to just another face in the crowd. I guess for you, it’s better to burn out than fade away.”
“I have no intention of doing either. I’m going to burn brighter than ever. And if I need a few others by my side to do it, that’s no problem. We’re not just three individuals. We’re a team. We’re a unit. We are the new elite. You’re the old guard. It might be heartbreaking to hear, but the days when EMF was THE name in the Starlets Division are long gone. We are diamonds, sparkling in the rough…and your blood is just going to make us shine all that brighter. Say your prayers, girls. Playtime’s over.”
We open on Emma standing in the bathroom of her home. In front of her on the vanity’s surface lays a variety of items: bottles of alcohol, packs of cigarettes…each one a reminder of the weakness that had plagued her for so long. She takes one of the bottles, a bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and stares at it for a second. She smirks, shaking her head as she opens the bottle.
”Time was you were my only friend…but I don’t need you now. I’m stronger than that. I’m better than that. I have friends, I have a purpose…and I don’t need to lean on my addictions any more. So I can kiss you all goodbye.”
She turns the bottle upside down, pouring its contents down the drain. Emma smiles as the liquid gurgles and splashes out of the bottle, whisking itself away. Emma reaches to the side, grabbing a trash can, and sets it next to her. She picks up a pack of cigarettes, smirking as she holds it aloft.
”All that money, all that time…going to killing myself. I’m happier now. I’m healthier now. I don’t need you.”
She seems determined to convince someone of her statements, and her furrowed brow is testament to that as she drops the still-sealed pack into the garbage. Emma shakes her head, staring at the arrayed items for a few moments. Suddenly, in a burst of fury, she swipes them all aside into the can. The sounds of breaking glass can be heard just off-camera, but Emma just looks at herself in the mirror, gripping the surface as she stares her doppelganger in the eyes.
”This is what’s right for your future. For your career. You couldn’t carry on living the life you had been and you know it. Andrew wouldn’t accept your decision. It wasn’t healthy to have him around if he was going to support those habits. Besides, this is better. You’ve got Kathy, Jenny, Callie, Mr. Conway…you have people who want the best for your life and your career, and won’t steer you wrong. Right? Right.”
She nods, trying to appear confident in her words. However, something about the look in her eyes seems to betray her apparent sureness. Maybe a lingering doubt that hasn’t been extinguished yet. Whatever it is, Emma quickly shakes her head and puts it out of mind. She pulls the trash bag from the can, tying it off, and slings it over her back, ignoring the sounds of crunching glass from it as she walks out and towards the door. She pauses at the door, shaking her head as she glances back.
”Better be done quick…taxi’s gonna be here in a few minutes…can’t miss this flight…can’t miss this match…this is the beginning of the rest of my career. Better be ready.”
Emma opens the door, stepping out into the night, and we fade to black as the door closes on her.
“Feeling better, Crystal? Of course you are. Even though you got battered around last week, you’ve got a lot more backup this week. Rose Acantha, like her or not, is a gutsy little nutjob, and of course there’s Zelda. You must be feeling pretty good. I mean, all you have to do is beat a former Starlets Tag Team Champion, a former Starlets World Champion, and the current World Champion. No pressure, right? All in a day’s work for the Rose Goddess.”
“I’m not going to go on and on about how I miss what we had. I did enough of that crap last week. Besides, this isn’t the time for sentimentality. I’m in the mood to wreck some faces, plain and simple. I’ve got the right backup, I’ve got the right targets…Crossroads is going to be a good night. I have a chance to put to bed those annoying, barking voices that keep piping up every time I start getting ambitious. I’m ready to remind the world why I was a force to be reckoned with…no matter what the propaganda said.”
“Rose, Rose, Rose…another month, and here we are. Do you still remember last time? I do. I remember dropping you head-first onto a steel chair and making you pass out in the Sharpshooter. Now that…that was my playground. That was the sort of match that I live for. Being able to open you up and batter you into oblivion...this time, you’ve got the rules to help you. You won’t have to fear a chairshot, or a cane shot…tables won’t be your enemy this time. No, it’s just us. Three of the most brilliantly vicious women to ever set foot in the ring. Not so bad, right?”
“I’ll send you back to the nuthouse myself if I have to, Rose. It’s not that I hate you. I don’t hate you. I don’t even dislike you. See, disliking you would mean that I would have to put effort into it. I’d have to actively think about how much you irritate me every time I heard your name or saw your face. No, it’s so much easier to not give a damn about you. You’re not worth caring about. You’re just a space-filler, the third wheel on a bicycle that didn’t need the help. I wouldn’t be surprised if you get pinned or submitted. You’re just not on their level…you’re just not up to snuff.”
“And for the third Stooge, you have the woman who, lest we forget, wrestled Lance Ryan to a double time-limit draw with a separated shoulder…a true titan of the industry. She’s so amazing, her boyfriend decided to sacrifice his moment in the sun, his Night to Remember, for the sake of proposing to her. Now, how could you see a relationship like that fall apart? Simple. If the woman in question was Zelda Knite. If the man in question was Rob Diamond. Frankly, Z, the fact that you think you have a MILLIMETER of room to give someone else grief for being proud of their relationship, let alone one of the most happily-married couples in wrestling…it’s just comical.”
“When I look at you, Zelda, I don’t see the monolithic figure that dominated this company for a year. I don’t see the woman that I could never overcome, time after time…I see a little girl who’s run out of people to exploit. I see someone who’s left a trail of burned bridges, and is down to her last connection. You don’t have the fire that you used to have. You don’t have the passion. You’re just content to milk the marketing machine. You remind me of Charity Helms…except Charity was riding on her brother’s reputation. You? You’re leeching off of a name you made. Sydney Knight is piggybacking on the legend of Zelda Knite. You’ve gone from ruling with an iron fist, robbing Charlie Velez of his life’s work, and being the star of the show…to just another face in the crowd. I guess for you, it’s better to burn out than fade away.”
“I have no intention of doing either. I’m going to burn brighter than ever. And if I need a few others by my side to do it, that’s no problem. We’re not just three individuals. We’re a team. We’re a unit. We are the new elite. You’re the old guard. It might be heartbreaking to hear, but the days when EMF was THE name in the Starlets Division are long gone. We are diamonds, sparkling in the rough…and your blood is just going to make us shine all that brighter. Say your prayers, girls. Playtime’s over.”
We open on Emma standing in the bathroom of her home. In front of her on the vanity’s surface lays a variety of items: bottles of alcohol, packs of cigarettes…each one a reminder of the weakness that had plagued her for so long. She takes one of the bottles, a bottle of Smirnoff vodka, and stares at it for a second. She smirks, shaking her head as she opens the bottle.
”Time was you were my only friend…but I don’t need you now. I’m stronger than that. I’m better than that. I have friends, I have a purpose…and I don’t need to lean on my addictions any more. So I can kiss you all goodbye.”
She turns the bottle upside down, pouring its contents down the drain. Emma smiles as the liquid gurgles and splashes out of the bottle, whisking itself away. Emma reaches to the side, grabbing a trash can, and sets it next to her. She picks up a pack of cigarettes, smirking as she holds it aloft.
”All that money, all that time…going to killing myself. I’m happier now. I’m healthier now. I don’t need you.”
She seems determined to convince someone of her statements, and her furrowed brow is testament to that as she drops the still-sealed pack into the garbage. Emma shakes her head, staring at the arrayed items for a few moments. Suddenly, in a burst of fury, she swipes them all aside into the can. The sounds of breaking glass can be heard just off-camera, but Emma just looks at herself in the mirror, gripping the surface as she stares her doppelganger in the eyes.
”This is what’s right for your future. For your career. You couldn’t carry on living the life you had been and you know it. Andrew wouldn’t accept your decision. It wasn’t healthy to have him around if he was going to support those habits. Besides, this is better. You’ve got Kathy, Jenny, Callie, Mr. Conway…you have people who want the best for your life and your career, and won’t steer you wrong. Right? Right.”
She nods, trying to appear confident in her words. However, something about the look in her eyes seems to betray her apparent sureness. Maybe a lingering doubt that hasn’t been extinguished yet. Whatever it is, Emma quickly shakes her head and puts it out of mind. She pulls the trash bag from the can, tying it off, and slings it over her back, ignoring the sounds of crunching glass from it as she walks out and towards the door. She pauses at the door, shaking her head as she glances back.
”Better be done quick…taxi’s gonna be here in a few minutes…can’t miss this flight…can’t miss this match…this is the beginning of the rest of my career. Better be ready.”
Emma opens the door, stepping out into the night, and we fade to black as the door closes on her.