Post by Kathleen Conway on Apr 12, 2013 11:41:08 GMT -6
Kathy was sat in the office of her psychiatrist Dr Gregory Fisher as he spoke softly to her, under hypnosis.
Dr Fisher: Focus on my voice, Kathy, I want you to think back to the time five years ago, that night you were attacked by Spike Kane in the ring. I want to know where Kat came from...
Kathy: I love him, I tried to save him. I failed. I felt nothing. Darkness. Darkness everywhere...
Dr Fisher: Where are you Kathy? What is happening?
Kat: Trrrapped. It was happening all overrrr again. All overrrr again. Trrrapped. Helplessss. Hopelessss...
Dr Fisher: What do you mean? What's happening again? Think back. What happened the first time? Where were you the first time? Think back....
Kathy's eyes shoot open and she stands up, motioning a briefcase in her right hand. She calls out to somebody in front of her.
Kathy: Alright...I'm alone, and unarmed. I've brought the money just like you asked. Let the kid go...
Kathy flinches and looks off to the side as it appears she is being patted down for a wire, she recoils slightly and her eyes quiver as she hears someone whispering in her ear, her face contorts in disgust before whoever she was listening to takes the briefcase from her, apparently with some force as Dr Fisher observed from the sudden yanking forward of her arm. This memory that was being relived was apparently the root cause of her survival instinct that had manifested itself as the feline in her episodes. Part of Dr Fisher was intrigued just to watch it all unfold, but an even bigger part of him was disturbed by the unexpected and yet vivid recall of a memory that she had apparently repressed for so many years.
So, here we are, a couple of days away from the first and last match of its type in this company. A coliseum match between five of the top Starlets in the history of this company, and one ultimate underdog who has been granted a gift of absolute charity worthy of her very name by being in this match where it's all on the line. The winner will walk out of this match with the Starlets World Championship and a chance to book her ticket to the final and greatest show of the entire wrestling year - A Night To Remember. The winner of this match ultimately wins so much more than the World Championship, she wins the opportunity to represent the greatest wrestling company in the World as its final reigning and defending Champion, and whilst it might be all too easy to sit here and proclaim that the Division will end in the same way as when its seeds were sown - with me - Zelda Knite will be all too quick to remind you that I have achieved nothing of note in my career. That I should just give up and fade away before she bitch slaps me back into obscurity.
Now I will be the first to admit that if you insist on measuring my career by the accolades I have achieved and the people I've beaten, I'm one of the underdogs in this match along with Jasmine and Charity. It feels weird to admit that the shortest reigning Starlets Champion in NCW history is actually considered one of the top dogs in this match, but apparently it all still counts and technically makes Emma Danielson better than me. By virtue of that same technicality then, Emma actually finds herself in the same league and mentioned in the same breath as Zelda Knite and Jenny Williams...and that amuses the hell out of me as I imagine Zelda wrinkling her stuck up little nose at such an idea even being suggested.
Kathy smiles.
The reality of the situation before us as it stands right now is that compared to Zelda Knite we are all underdogs in this match, and as hyped a promo as it might make for each of us to try and say otherwise, it just wouldn't be the truth. The truth of the matter is that for egomaniacs like Zelda Knite and Jenny Williams, the fact that my efforts in the infancy of this company ultimately mean nothing. The fact that it was women like me and Roxi Johnson who laid the foundation for the house that Zelda built and Jenny now lives in means nothing. All they see is that I've never beaten names like Kelly Knite, perhaps because I didn't have the luxury of months of waging wars with her over trivial concerns like the rights to my identity like Zelda. Often times it would be sporadic matches where it was one and done between Kelly and myself and now because she's carrying the next generation of the Knite family, I will never be able to truly get my redemption against her, at least not within this company. That would have made A Night To Remember for me from a personal stand point...but oh well. I guess I'll have to settle for the next best thing I could possibly achieve at this late stage in the game.
Just imagine the look on her prissy little face if I actually managed to achieve the seemingly impossible this Sunday and potentially stood on top of her company even as it collapses under the weight of her silver-lined uterus as the final Starlets World Champion, marching full steam ahead into the biggest night in this company's history while she is forced to sit on the sidelines, look down at her baby bump, put a hand over her stomach and sigh telling her unborn child of how much Mommy misses the days of taking a scrub like me to school.
Perhaps there is no greater revenge for me, no greater redemption, a purrrfect final chapter to the story of the Wild Kat. Now I realise until I beat the five women in front of me, all of this is a pipe dream, but still the dream is the seed of ambition and ambition is often the fuel of success. All it will take to flourish is the right moment, a single three count over the right person in the wrong place. For most people who look at this match from the outside, it is almost a foregone conclusion that Zelda Knite will triumph, and for those few who don't believe she will, its okay, because even if she loses, she loses nothing as the likelyhood is that she'll not be the one to take the deciding pinfall. Everybody knows that Zelda Knite only ever ends up on her back for the most arrogant and overcompensating douchebags like Simon Daye and Rob Diamond.
That is the Legend of Zelda as I will always remember it, maybe because that time her love story was the headline moment of A Night To Remember only reinforces the size of her tremendous ego and sense of self-importance in this business. Maybe I shouldn't be all that surprised that she has a massive ego, perhaps it compensates for something, I don't know. What I do know is that it's all too easy to be the best at what you do when what you do is the only thing you have of any value in your life. See you can afford to wage wars over all the little and ultimately unimportant things in your life like who sits at the top of some virtual leaderboard when you have literally nothing else going on.
The sad fact of the matter is that this business is Zelda's life, it is all she knows and has ever known, and with a pedigree like hers, I'm not surprised that she feels that if she isn't the absolute best at what she does, she's worthless. That is why she is still here, still prepared to fight for a Division and everything she built while trying ro run down the rest of us. Zelda Knite isn't actively chasing the World Championship because she knows she doesn't need to, she knows the value of her reputation at this point and that even now, title opportunities will fall into her lap not necessarily because she has earned them, but rather because of who she is and who history has shown her to be.
History will never forget the name Zelda Knite.
And that's the thing so many people forget about Legends.
They are staples of the past.
I prefer to be a staple of the future.
Even a future as limited as this still deserves seizing.
Kathy: Okay, You've got the money, now where's the boy?
Kathy walks across the room, and she leans down as if addressing a small child.
Kathy: Simon, are you okay? I'm Kathy. It's okay, you'll be with your mommy soon...
Kathy jerks her hair back violently reaching up with both her hands as if trying to stop whoever had her by the hair. She screams. She tries to throw a punch but her arm is pinned back as soon as she raises it and she is thrown hard against the office wall. She grimaces in pain and she tries to kick her attacker away from her, but apparently she is outnumbered as she receives a blow to her side, and it is only after accepting the futility of her defence that she starts to scream, but suddenly it is muffled and her pupils dilate in absolute terror as she glances down to what Dr Fisher observed to be a knife to her throat. She stops squirming and just listened. A few tense moments pass before she crosses her arms across her chest trying to preserve her modesty.
Kathy: Please don't...please don't do this...
Kathy weeps even as she jerks her head to the side feeling the force of another slap as even Dr Fisher flinches at watching a woman consumed by her darkest memories.
As I think about the opponents I will face this Sunday, the thing that strikes me is that half of them are defined by their pedigrees. Jenny, Charity and Zelda are all part of some of the most definitive and most prolific bloodlines that run through this company, and whilst I cannot speak for Emma or Jasmine, I for one am glad that I don't feel the pressure of having a family legacy to defend or even live up to, I'm a Conway simply because of who I fell in love with, and that liberates me in ways those women will never know. Knowing I will not be measured against my family frees me to take the risks that are necessary to win a match like this. You can compare me to my husband if you like, hell you can even go so far as to say I will not win just like my husband who has never won one in his career despite being in two, but it would be a limp and inconsequential argument, just like all the insults that come from the self-righteous asses like Zelda and Jenny.
Speaking of Jenny, one of the longest reigning Starlets Champions in history, kudos, but I don't think its a stretch to say that this match will be one of the biggest tests of your career. Now, I'm not naive enough to expect any allies in this match, it truly is every woman for herself in that barbaric structure, especially when an ego as great as yours is involved. My husband crowned you as the Queen of Spades simply because he wanted the World Champion in his fold and because he knew he couldn't give me a one on one shot without being accused of some sort of bias, you were the only viable option, and I know you're damned proud to tout that label whenever it suits you, and that's what annoys both Emma and myself most about you. You let me down in that tag team match a month ago, so it won't surprise me one bit that you'd let me down once again just to keep that ill-fitting crown on your head a little bit longer.
Emma has been calling for your head ever since you took the fall in that match, apparently in a bid to impress my husband and get him to notice her and because he's such a soft touch and lives by the motto that you cannot ever have too many pretty young blondes around, here she is in this match getting her opportunity, getting her chance to once again live up to all of her promise and potential. Are we going to have to compete for Jake? No, because you're smart enough to realise that that is a competition I've already won.
I know you won't stab me in the back Emma, at least not for Jake, but the World Championship, that's another story entirely isn't it Em? For one more run at the top, even one that may well be as brief as your first, you'd not only stab me in the back, but twist the knife until you drew blood from this diamond, and you'll do it not because you are the Queen of Hearts, but because you are the Queen of Extreme. Deep down you are still that little bitch with attitude that Alysson recruited to her cause before she fell away after beating me. I know you still blame me for that, you might be able to blind my husband with a flip of your long blonde hair and batting your eyelashes, but I expect treachery, especially in a match and environment such as the Coliseum.
I only command absolute loyalty from one person in my life and unfortunately for me that one person isn't in this match, you've watched my back once already as I beat Jasmine in the middle of the ring and I know its entirely too much to ask for you to do it again, especially in a match as big as this, especially with all that is on the line. We're both seeking some sort of redemption and validation in this match, and to achieve yours I can already see that knife even as you sharpen it, and I can't say I'm surprised. My best friend Mercedes Vargas betrayed me for so much less than the single solitary jewel of the Starlets Division and I'd be a fool to expect anything less from you as you seek to take that jewel from within my grasp to stud your own crown. A crown you wouldn't even have if it wasn't for my husband having some faith in you, even if I think it is misplaced.
You've been his Queen for a tea break.
I've been his Queen forever.
I am the Queen of Diamonds. I have the chance to become the Sovereign Queen this Sunday. You all have spent so much time bowing to my position already, and after Sovereign, win or lose, that will not change. With or without that crown, this is still my kingdom and I will march into that Coliseum on Sunday, do battle, wage my wars against each of you, and show you each why I am and will always be the undisputed Queen of MY Division and MY World. For now, it is Williams who represents my world, but at Sovereign, there just might be...
A Changing Of The Guard.
Dr Fisher: Focus on my voice, Kathy, I want you to think back to the time five years ago, that night you were attacked by Spike Kane in the ring. I want to know where Kat came from...
Kathy: I love him, I tried to save him. I failed. I felt nothing. Darkness. Darkness everywhere...
Dr Fisher: Where are you Kathy? What is happening?
Kat: Trrrapped. It was happening all overrrr again. All overrrr again. Trrrapped. Helplessss. Hopelessss...
Dr Fisher: What do you mean? What's happening again? Think back. What happened the first time? Where were you the first time? Think back....
Kathy's eyes shoot open and she stands up, motioning a briefcase in her right hand. She calls out to somebody in front of her.
Kathy: Alright...I'm alone, and unarmed. I've brought the money just like you asked. Let the kid go...
Kathy flinches and looks off to the side as it appears she is being patted down for a wire, she recoils slightly and her eyes quiver as she hears someone whispering in her ear, her face contorts in disgust before whoever she was listening to takes the briefcase from her, apparently with some force as Dr Fisher observed from the sudden yanking forward of her arm. This memory that was being relived was apparently the root cause of her survival instinct that had manifested itself as the feline in her episodes. Part of Dr Fisher was intrigued just to watch it all unfold, but an even bigger part of him was disturbed by the unexpected and yet vivid recall of a memory that she had apparently repressed for so many years.
So, here we are, a couple of days away from the first and last match of its type in this company. A coliseum match between five of the top Starlets in the history of this company, and one ultimate underdog who has been granted a gift of absolute charity worthy of her very name by being in this match where it's all on the line. The winner will walk out of this match with the Starlets World Championship and a chance to book her ticket to the final and greatest show of the entire wrestling year - A Night To Remember. The winner of this match ultimately wins so much more than the World Championship, she wins the opportunity to represent the greatest wrestling company in the World as its final reigning and defending Champion, and whilst it might be all too easy to sit here and proclaim that the Division will end in the same way as when its seeds were sown - with me - Zelda Knite will be all too quick to remind you that I have achieved nothing of note in my career. That I should just give up and fade away before she bitch slaps me back into obscurity.
Now I will be the first to admit that if you insist on measuring my career by the accolades I have achieved and the people I've beaten, I'm one of the underdogs in this match along with Jasmine and Charity. It feels weird to admit that the shortest reigning Starlets Champion in NCW history is actually considered one of the top dogs in this match, but apparently it all still counts and technically makes Emma Danielson better than me. By virtue of that same technicality then, Emma actually finds herself in the same league and mentioned in the same breath as Zelda Knite and Jenny Williams...and that amuses the hell out of me as I imagine Zelda wrinkling her stuck up little nose at such an idea even being suggested.
Kathy smiles.
The reality of the situation before us as it stands right now is that compared to Zelda Knite we are all underdogs in this match, and as hyped a promo as it might make for each of us to try and say otherwise, it just wouldn't be the truth. The truth of the matter is that for egomaniacs like Zelda Knite and Jenny Williams, the fact that my efforts in the infancy of this company ultimately mean nothing. The fact that it was women like me and Roxi Johnson who laid the foundation for the house that Zelda built and Jenny now lives in means nothing. All they see is that I've never beaten names like Kelly Knite, perhaps because I didn't have the luxury of months of waging wars with her over trivial concerns like the rights to my identity like Zelda. Often times it would be sporadic matches where it was one and done between Kelly and myself and now because she's carrying the next generation of the Knite family, I will never be able to truly get my redemption against her, at least not within this company. That would have made A Night To Remember for me from a personal stand point...but oh well. I guess I'll have to settle for the next best thing I could possibly achieve at this late stage in the game.
Just imagine the look on her prissy little face if I actually managed to achieve the seemingly impossible this Sunday and potentially stood on top of her company even as it collapses under the weight of her silver-lined uterus as the final Starlets World Champion, marching full steam ahead into the biggest night in this company's history while she is forced to sit on the sidelines, look down at her baby bump, put a hand over her stomach and sigh telling her unborn child of how much Mommy misses the days of taking a scrub like me to school.
Perhaps there is no greater revenge for me, no greater redemption, a purrrfect final chapter to the story of the Wild Kat. Now I realise until I beat the five women in front of me, all of this is a pipe dream, but still the dream is the seed of ambition and ambition is often the fuel of success. All it will take to flourish is the right moment, a single three count over the right person in the wrong place. For most people who look at this match from the outside, it is almost a foregone conclusion that Zelda Knite will triumph, and for those few who don't believe she will, its okay, because even if she loses, she loses nothing as the likelyhood is that she'll not be the one to take the deciding pinfall. Everybody knows that Zelda Knite only ever ends up on her back for the most arrogant and overcompensating douchebags like Simon Daye and Rob Diamond.
That is the Legend of Zelda as I will always remember it, maybe because that time her love story was the headline moment of A Night To Remember only reinforces the size of her tremendous ego and sense of self-importance in this business. Maybe I shouldn't be all that surprised that she has a massive ego, perhaps it compensates for something, I don't know. What I do know is that it's all too easy to be the best at what you do when what you do is the only thing you have of any value in your life. See you can afford to wage wars over all the little and ultimately unimportant things in your life like who sits at the top of some virtual leaderboard when you have literally nothing else going on.
The sad fact of the matter is that this business is Zelda's life, it is all she knows and has ever known, and with a pedigree like hers, I'm not surprised that she feels that if she isn't the absolute best at what she does, she's worthless. That is why she is still here, still prepared to fight for a Division and everything she built while trying ro run down the rest of us. Zelda Knite isn't actively chasing the World Championship because she knows she doesn't need to, she knows the value of her reputation at this point and that even now, title opportunities will fall into her lap not necessarily because she has earned them, but rather because of who she is and who history has shown her to be.
History will never forget the name Zelda Knite.
And that's the thing so many people forget about Legends.
They are staples of the past.
I prefer to be a staple of the future.
Even a future as limited as this still deserves seizing.
Kathy: Okay, You've got the money, now where's the boy?
Kathy walks across the room, and she leans down as if addressing a small child.
Kathy: Simon, are you okay? I'm Kathy. It's okay, you'll be with your mommy soon...
Kathy jerks her hair back violently reaching up with both her hands as if trying to stop whoever had her by the hair. She screams. She tries to throw a punch but her arm is pinned back as soon as she raises it and she is thrown hard against the office wall. She grimaces in pain and she tries to kick her attacker away from her, but apparently she is outnumbered as she receives a blow to her side, and it is only after accepting the futility of her defence that she starts to scream, but suddenly it is muffled and her pupils dilate in absolute terror as she glances down to what Dr Fisher observed to be a knife to her throat. She stops squirming and just listened. A few tense moments pass before she crosses her arms across her chest trying to preserve her modesty.
Kathy: Please don't...please don't do this...
Kathy weeps even as she jerks her head to the side feeling the force of another slap as even Dr Fisher flinches at watching a woman consumed by her darkest memories.
As I think about the opponents I will face this Sunday, the thing that strikes me is that half of them are defined by their pedigrees. Jenny, Charity and Zelda are all part of some of the most definitive and most prolific bloodlines that run through this company, and whilst I cannot speak for Emma or Jasmine, I for one am glad that I don't feel the pressure of having a family legacy to defend or even live up to, I'm a Conway simply because of who I fell in love with, and that liberates me in ways those women will never know. Knowing I will not be measured against my family frees me to take the risks that are necessary to win a match like this. You can compare me to my husband if you like, hell you can even go so far as to say I will not win just like my husband who has never won one in his career despite being in two, but it would be a limp and inconsequential argument, just like all the insults that come from the self-righteous asses like Zelda and Jenny.
Speaking of Jenny, one of the longest reigning Starlets Champions in history, kudos, but I don't think its a stretch to say that this match will be one of the biggest tests of your career. Now, I'm not naive enough to expect any allies in this match, it truly is every woman for herself in that barbaric structure, especially when an ego as great as yours is involved. My husband crowned you as the Queen of Spades simply because he wanted the World Champion in his fold and because he knew he couldn't give me a one on one shot without being accused of some sort of bias, you were the only viable option, and I know you're damned proud to tout that label whenever it suits you, and that's what annoys both Emma and myself most about you. You let me down in that tag team match a month ago, so it won't surprise me one bit that you'd let me down once again just to keep that ill-fitting crown on your head a little bit longer.
Emma has been calling for your head ever since you took the fall in that match, apparently in a bid to impress my husband and get him to notice her and because he's such a soft touch and lives by the motto that you cannot ever have too many pretty young blondes around, here she is in this match getting her opportunity, getting her chance to once again live up to all of her promise and potential. Are we going to have to compete for Jake? No, because you're smart enough to realise that that is a competition I've already won.
I know you won't stab me in the back Emma, at least not for Jake, but the World Championship, that's another story entirely isn't it Em? For one more run at the top, even one that may well be as brief as your first, you'd not only stab me in the back, but twist the knife until you drew blood from this diamond, and you'll do it not because you are the Queen of Hearts, but because you are the Queen of Extreme. Deep down you are still that little bitch with attitude that Alysson recruited to her cause before she fell away after beating me. I know you still blame me for that, you might be able to blind my husband with a flip of your long blonde hair and batting your eyelashes, but I expect treachery, especially in a match and environment such as the Coliseum.
I only command absolute loyalty from one person in my life and unfortunately for me that one person isn't in this match, you've watched my back once already as I beat Jasmine in the middle of the ring and I know its entirely too much to ask for you to do it again, especially in a match as big as this, especially with all that is on the line. We're both seeking some sort of redemption and validation in this match, and to achieve yours I can already see that knife even as you sharpen it, and I can't say I'm surprised. My best friend Mercedes Vargas betrayed me for so much less than the single solitary jewel of the Starlets Division and I'd be a fool to expect anything less from you as you seek to take that jewel from within my grasp to stud your own crown. A crown you wouldn't even have if it wasn't for my husband having some faith in you, even if I think it is misplaced.
You've been his Queen for a tea break.
I've been his Queen forever.
I am the Queen of Diamonds. I have the chance to become the Sovereign Queen this Sunday. You all have spent so much time bowing to my position already, and after Sovereign, win or lose, that will not change. With or without that crown, this is still my kingdom and I will march into that Coliseum on Sunday, do battle, wage my wars against each of you, and show you each why I am and will always be the undisputed Queen of MY Division and MY World. For now, it is Williams who represents my world, but at Sovereign, there just might be...
A Changing Of The Guard.