Post by Zelda Knite on May 17, 2013 14:13:39 GMT -6
I’m going to be honest here.
I barely know who you are Jasmine. Which might sound like I’m being cocky and trying to act all kinds of Albert Wesker levels of “too cool for you” but I really mean it in a nice way. Well a nice of a way as possible. I barely know who you are because you’re relatively speaking... “newer” than all of them. All of those other women that I’ve fought a hundred times.
You know how many times I’ve fought Kathy recently? She’s like a bad song that gets stuck in your head and despite how much you keep telling yourself that it’s a terrible song, you just can’t seem to stop listening to it. I’m sick of just hearing her voice talking about The Ace and how much he supports her, I can hear her right now telling me she doesn’t care about what I think about her relationship, which again... Totally wasn’t the point of what I said, and how she is oh so happy with her family so she’s better than me...
The three time Starlets champion.
In all honesty... It’s going to feel good to be facing somebody that I haven’t beaten ten times in a row. It’ll be nice to see somebody who is new and working their way up that ladder try to become the last ever NCW champion. A lot better than having the same old thing with Kathy. It’s been six years and the woman hasn’t change at all, well except from the fact that she no longer thinks she’s a literal cat. It’s part of the reason why I really wanted to make this match... I don’t want to face “just Kathy” again, I want something new, something challenging, somebody who kicked out of the Game Over at Sovereign and not just the tired vocal stylings of Kathy Conway telling us for the 1000th time how fantabulous Jake Conway is.
Jasmine... I’m looking forward to facing you in this match and I’m glad I got you involved. We have a mix of the old... obviously Kathy, the current and who could possibly have been the future if not for the doors closing. It’s a nice way to send off this division, even if it is under some stupid rules of a reverse ladder match.
Maybe you did whine, and maybe you did cry until you got this match, but who cares? This is your one opportunity to make a name for yourself before NCW closes the doors. Don’t waste it, because I’m not going to let go of this belt without a fight. You wanted this, now you have it, you’ll be center stage with a chance to be the last ever Starlets champion... will you climb that ladder and reach for the stars, or will you fall back down to Earth and watch me as I end as the first and final champion?
It’s up to you, there’s no save states, no Konami Code, no extra lives, it’s just your one chance to get this done. Immortality is almost within reach, all you have to do is go out there and give this every ounce you have inside you. Fight as hard as you possibly can, put it all on the line all your hopes and dreams, everything into this one match and come out victorious over Zelda Knite and winning the Starlets World championship, and then everything you ever wanted from NCW will be yours.
All you have to do now... is win... beat Zelda Knite, that’s all...
... ask Kathy... that’s way harder than it sounds.
[Zelda and Xavier Cross are alone in his hotel room where the kids are fast asleep in the adjacent room. Cross sits at the top of the bed against the wall and head board and Zelda rests her head on his chest as they watch a delicious new episode of Psych on TV. Zelda suddenly gets a message on her phone, as evidenced by the “found an item” note from the Legend of Zelda games playing, so she quickly grabs it and slides the message open, a message Xavier Cross can clearly see is from Rob Diamond.]
~RobDiamond~: Hey I just had a great idea... “nipple fries.”
~ZeldaKnite~: That’s awful and you know it!
[Zelda giggles to herself as she puts her phone back down on the nightstand next to her and goes back to laying her head on Xavier Cross’s chest. Cross gently pets her hair for a second, just before a thought crosses his head and out his lips.]
Cross: You still care about him don’t you?
Zelda: What? Of course not... we’re just friends.
Cross: Are you sure about that?
[Zelda sits up in the bed, and she looks dead serious as she glares into the eyes of Xavier Cross, apparently getting emotional right now.]
Zelda: Look, you better not start... start turning into Simon, because I am in no mood to deal with two overly sensitive guys in my life.
[Cross slightly turns his head to look at her and gives her reaction a quick snicker before he turns back around towards the television. Zelda is clearly a bit confused at this as Cross begins talking to her without even looking at her and a large smile on his face.]
Cross: Come on Z. I’m not that whiny douche that you can an ex. I’m just asking a question. You seem like he meant something to you. I lost my wife, I’m not ashamed to say how much I still love and miss her. The only difference is Rob is still alive and you could be with him if you wanted.
Zelda: Ok fine.... yea I guess I do. BUT I’m with...
Cross: *laughs again* I know. You’re with me right now in my bed, I’m not worried about that nut hugger. Plus I know you a little and I’m pretty sure if you really wanted to be with him instead of me... that’s where you’d be right now.
Zelda: So you don’t mind if him and me are friends?
Cross: Of course not. He makes for a cute little playmate. Just curious or something.
Zelda: I know I haven’t really proven myself to be the most trustworthy person... but I promise... I won’t...
[Cross cuts her off.]
Cross: I know. Don’t worry about it.
[Zelda smiles and leans in to give Rob a quick kiss on the lips, she smiles at him before she notices the digital clock on the bedside table and lets out a long sigh.]
Zelda: I have to go. Adam is going to be waiting up for me.
Cross: you’re a grown woman with a curfew?
Zelda: No not really. It’s more of just a respect thing, I don’t want to barge in there at all hours of the night. Plus, with him being my agent he booked me at an autograph signing tomorrow and he’s going to make sure that I get there on time.
Cross: I could take you.
Zelda: *giggles* No. You’d have to get the kids up and get them ready...
Cross: Who do you think I was going to make drive?
Zelda: *giggles again* ..don’t worry about it. The offer though... insanely sweet. You jerk.
[Zelda slides out of bed and grabs her stuff, but Cross stops her before she can head out the door.]
Cross: Something I have to give you before you go.
[Zelda turns around and Cross throws the blankets off himself.]
Zelda: Xavier... we already did that earlier, wasn’t that enough... well if you just really want to I guess...
[Zelda grabs her shirt and goes to pull it over her head, when she notices the puzzled look Cross is giving her as he reaches over to the bed stand table and opens the drawer. She looks embarrassed and slowly pulls her shirt back down over her belly button.]
Cross: Not that... This.
[Cross hands Zelda a small box, obviously with some sort of jewelry inside. Zelda opens it and inside is a silver charm bracelet with one engraved charm in the shape of a heart on it with the words “Xavier & Zelda” written there. Zelda looks at it and smiles before immediately putting it on and heading back to the bed and sitting there next to Xavier.]
Cross: I know you said not to get you anything to make this official, but I figured... yolo, right?
Zelda: It’s beautiful.
Cross: Not nearly as much as you are.
[Zelda stops and stares at Cross for a minute, unable to come up with anything to say, so instead she just throws her arms around his neck and begins to kiss him. She pulls away and smiles.]
Zelda: Thank you... but you can stop this over the top sweetness thing, I really don’t deserve it...
Cross: Yes you do... plus: I do what I want, so nothing you can do about it.
[She doesn’t say a word this time, she just goes back to the kissing and the scene slowly fades to black as they two embrace for the night.]
Really?
Why is talking about you Kathy always like starting up a debate? I feel like this is the console wars or something where you’re screaming Xbox and I’m hollering PS3 at you and we’re getting nowhere because you refuse to listen to any kind of basic facts and can only say “cross game chat” back at me with your fingers stuck in your ears. I mean seriously? I was born into a wrestling family? Really? Care to check your facts first before saying something dumb, like ever?
Maybe that’s why you never really seemed to understand me, because you were thinking I was somebody else? I wasn’t born into a wrestling family you goomba. Henry Knight, Adam’s dad, wasn’t a professional wrestler... Adam only started to train to be one at age 17... I was 7. I didn’t even meet Gib until I was 19. So where do you come up with this idea that I was “born” into this business, maybe you’re thinking I’m Kelly? I didn’t even want to be a wrestler until after I started watching Adam on television every week... I wanted to be a Dentist until I was 12!
Sheesh... See what I mean about this always turning into a debate?
I had to spend precious seconds of my time telling you how you were wrong about being at a disadvantage. Think about this... you were wrestling matches against Kelly before I had a single day of training. I was sixteen when you and Kelly fought for the first time. You have had way more experience in this business than I have! I distinctly remember working on my Algebra I homework when I was watching you two fight! The only disadvantage you have in this match is the one you’re making up for yourself to try and seem like a sympathetic person, when really you’re just a really old woman who was just never any good inside the ring.
Also, just a thought; If you’re at any kind of disadvantage... it’s your own fault. I let you pick the stipulation of the match. You could have literally picked anything you wanted! You could have picked any match in the world that would have had a more desirable outcome for yourself. Think about it, I’m in a match where I have to defend my title against two people and it’s a match type specifically picked by one of those opponents. I’m outnumbered, I’m not used to the match type, and I don’t have to be pinned or be involved in the finish of the match to lose my title. I am no rock scientist but I’m pretty sure that by definition means that I am the one at the disadvantage here.
Just because I’m used to those kind of situations and usually prevail... doesn’t mean that I am not the one at the disadvantage... it just means that you people usually aren’t good enough to capitalize on that advantage.... Looking at you Tara Fenix.
Danggit... just look at what you made me do, I’m sounding like your husband right now. Soon enough somebody is going to start asking me if “polly wants a cracker?” if I keep this up, but it’s just so hard not to call you on the stupid crap you say, it’s just so hard not to tell you how off you really are about this whole deal.
The thing is Kathy, you know who I am, you know what I’ve done inside an NCW ring and you know about all of my accomplishments, but you don’t know me. You don’t know who Zelda Knite is.
You just think you do.
I’m a complex person with complex feelings, just because I’m not that cookie cutter person with the perfect life that you try and portray yourself as being doesn’t mean that I’m this overly simple tramp whose only desire in life is to spread her legs for the next guy that gives her a smile and compliment. I made mistakes, as a dumb kid who was looking for somebody to care about her... you’re telling me the person who once received the joystick of Sexy Jason can’t understand that?
Maybe if you would have walked a few miles in my shoes in my early life you would begin to understand what type of person I am instead of just looking at my world title victories and thinking I just have this perfect little bubble that I live in. Here let me give you a way to start... have the person you are supposed to feel the most safe with of everybody in your life, like maybe the person you think is your father, and have him break into your room some night so drunk that he couldn’t even tell you what his name is let alone what....
*sniffs* you know what, forget it. You don’t care and will probably take some cheap shot at me about it in an attempt to look all edgy and cool like that.
so...
You think you can paint me with this wide brush and that you’ll be right... imagine if I did that to you, I’d be making jokes about how you used to think you were literally a cat if I did. For somebody who claims they have been taking the hard road to the top and demanding respect for it, you sure don’t bother even researching the person you’re yelling at about it. Apparently you have it in your mind that I’m some carbon copy of Kelly and don’t have my own feelings, my own personality and a way different past.
Of course... maybe that is just a side effect from getting dropped on your head all those years ago... you remember, that time you literally thought you were a cat.
I’ve spent a large enough of my life worrying about what other people thought. I’m done with that. I’m not here to impress you, or Shelly Taylor-Jones or anybody who has pointed at me and thrown insults in my direction. I’m not here to try and make you happy. Those fans who stand on their feet and cheer me every week, those Zombies that catch me every time I stage dive into them and celebrate victories with me... that’s the only “approval” I need from you, or anybody else. As long as Adam tells me he’s proud of me, as long as those Zombies chant my name at the end of matches, anything anybody says about what I choose to do with my body... is nothing to me.
Does it hurt? Sure it does. It always hurts to be called something when you yourself don’t understand why you continuously act the way you do. At the very least at least I’m not bouncing from meth addict to woman beater and back again like so many other people in my position do... at least I try.
What you think of me is unimportant. How you see me, doesn’t matter. All I have to do is point to where it says “Zelda Knite: Three time world champion” and let that do all the talking for me. My personal life that gets thrown out there on TV each and every week, my love life which is at the constant ridicule by people who think they are perfect... none of that... is a defining factor as to why I was the first person in NCW to win a World title three times. You can tear into me all you want, you can make fun of every last thing I do and still at the end of the day... I’m still a three time NCW world champion...
and you’re not, and... you never will be...
because you’re not Zelda Knite... and. you. NEVER. will. be.
get over it already.
I barely know who you are Jasmine. Which might sound like I’m being cocky and trying to act all kinds of Albert Wesker levels of “too cool for you” but I really mean it in a nice way. Well a nice of a way as possible. I barely know who you are because you’re relatively speaking... “newer” than all of them. All of those other women that I’ve fought a hundred times.
You know how many times I’ve fought Kathy recently? She’s like a bad song that gets stuck in your head and despite how much you keep telling yourself that it’s a terrible song, you just can’t seem to stop listening to it. I’m sick of just hearing her voice talking about The Ace and how much he supports her, I can hear her right now telling me she doesn’t care about what I think about her relationship, which again... Totally wasn’t the point of what I said, and how she is oh so happy with her family so she’s better than me...
The three time Starlets champion.
In all honesty... It’s going to feel good to be facing somebody that I haven’t beaten ten times in a row. It’ll be nice to see somebody who is new and working their way up that ladder try to become the last ever NCW champion. A lot better than having the same old thing with Kathy. It’s been six years and the woman hasn’t change at all, well except from the fact that she no longer thinks she’s a literal cat. It’s part of the reason why I really wanted to make this match... I don’t want to face “just Kathy” again, I want something new, something challenging, somebody who kicked out of the Game Over at Sovereign and not just the tired vocal stylings of Kathy Conway telling us for the 1000th time how fantabulous Jake Conway is.
Jasmine... I’m looking forward to facing you in this match and I’m glad I got you involved. We have a mix of the old... obviously Kathy, the current and who could possibly have been the future if not for the doors closing. It’s a nice way to send off this division, even if it is under some stupid rules of a reverse ladder match.
Maybe you did whine, and maybe you did cry until you got this match, but who cares? This is your one opportunity to make a name for yourself before NCW closes the doors. Don’t waste it, because I’m not going to let go of this belt without a fight. You wanted this, now you have it, you’ll be center stage with a chance to be the last ever Starlets champion... will you climb that ladder and reach for the stars, or will you fall back down to Earth and watch me as I end as the first and final champion?
It’s up to you, there’s no save states, no Konami Code, no extra lives, it’s just your one chance to get this done. Immortality is almost within reach, all you have to do is go out there and give this every ounce you have inside you. Fight as hard as you possibly can, put it all on the line all your hopes and dreams, everything into this one match and come out victorious over Zelda Knite and winning the Starlets World championship, and then everything you ever wanted from NCW will be yours.
All you have to do now... is win... beat Zelda Knite, that’s all...
... ask Kathy... that’s way harder than it sounds.
[Zelda and Xavier Cross are alone in his hotel room where the kids are fast asleep in the adjacent room. Cross sits at the top of the bed against the wall and head board and Zelda rests her head on his chest as they watch a delicious new episode of Psych on TV. Zelda suddenly gets a message on her phone, as evidenced by the “found an item” note from the Legend of Zelda games playing, so she quickly grabs it and slides the message open, a message Xavier Cross can clearly see is from Rob Diamond.]
~RobDiamond~: Hey I just had a great idea... “nipple fries.”
~ZeldaKnite~: That’s awful and you know it!
[Zelda giggles to herself as she puts her phone back down on the nightstand next to her and goes back to laying her head on Xavier Cross’s chest. Cross gently pets her hair for a second, just before a thought crosses his head and out his lips.]
Cross: You still care about him don’t you?
Zelda: What? Of course not... we’re just friends.
Cross: Are you sure about that?
[Zelda sits up in the bed, and she looks dead serious as she glares into the eyes of Xavier Cross, apparently getting emotional right now.]
Zelda: Look, you better not start... start turning into Simon, because I am in no mood to deal with two overly sensitive guys in my life.
[Cross slightly turns his head to look at her and gives her reaction a quick snicker before he turns back around towards the television. Zelda is clearly a bit confused at this as Cross begins talking to her without even looking at her and a large smile on his face.]
Cross: Come on Z. I’m not that whiny douche that you can an ex. I’m just asking a question. You seem like he meant something to you. I lost my wife, I’m not ashamed to say how much I still love and miss her. The only difference is Rob is still alive and you could be with him if you wanted.
Zelda: Ok fine.... yea I guess I do. BUT I’m with...
Cross: *laughs again* I know. You’re with me right now in my bed, I’m not worried about that nut hugger. Plus I know you a little and I’m pretty sure if you really wanted to be with him instead of me... that’s where you’d be right now.
Zelda: So you don’t mind if him and me are friends?
Cross: Of course not. He makes for a cute little playmate. Just curious or something.
Zelda: I know I haven’t really proven myself to be the most trustworthy person... but I promise... I won’t...
[Cross cuts her off.]
Cross: I know. Don’t worry about it.
[Zelda smiles and leans in to give Rob a quick kiss on the lips, she smiles at him before she notices the digital clock on the bedside table and lets out a long sigh.]
Zelda: I have to go. Adam is going to be waiting up for me.
Cross: you’re a grown woman with a curfew?
Zelda: No not really. It’s more of just a respect thing, I don’t want to barge in there at all hours of the night. Plus, with him being my agent he booked me at an autograph signing tomorrow and he’s going to make sure that I get there on time.
Cross: I could take you.
Zelda: *giggles* No. You’d have to get the kids up and get them ready...
Cross: Who do you think I was going to make drive?
Zelda: *giggles again* ..don’t worry about it. The offer though... insanely sweet. You jerk.
[Zelda slides out of bed and grabs her stuff, but Cross stops her before she can head out the door.]
Cross: Something I have to give you before you go.
[Zelda turns around and Cross throws the blankets off himself.]
Zelda: Xavier... we already did that earlier, wasn’t that enough... well if you just really want to I guess...
[Zelda grabs her shirt and goes to pull it over her head, when she notices the puzzled look Cross is giving her as he reaches over to the bed stand table and opens the drawer. She looks embarrassed and slowly pulls her shirt back down over her belly button.]
Cross: Not that... This.
[Cross hands Zelda a small box, obviously with some sort of jewelry inside. Zelda opens it and inside is a silver charm bracelet with one engraved charm in the shape of a heart on it with the words “Xavier & Zelda” written there. Zelda looks at it and smiles before immediately putting it on and heading back to the bed and sitting there next to Xavier.]
Cross: I know you said not to get you anything to make this official, but I figured... yolo, right?
Zelda: It’s beautiful.
Cross: Not nearly as much as you are.
[Zelda stops and stares at Cross for a minute, unable to come up with anything to say, so instead she just throws her arms around his neck and begins to kiss him. She pulls away and smiles.]
Zelda: Thank you... but you can stop this over the top sweetness thing, I really don’t deserve it...
Cross: Yes you do... plus: I do what I want, so nothing you can do about it.
[She doesn’t say a word this time, she just goes back to the kissing and the scene slowly fades to black as they two embrace for the night.]
Really?
Why is talking about you Kathy always like starting up a debate? I feel like this is the console wars or something where you’re screaming Xbox and I’m hollering PS3 at you and we’re getting nowhere because you refuse to listen to any kind of basic facts and can only say “cross game chat” back at me with your fingers stuck in your ears. I mean seriously? I was born into a wrestling family? Really? Care to check your facts first before saying something dumb, like ever?
Maybe that’s why you never really seemed to understand me, because you were thinking I was somebody else? I wasn’t born into a wrestling family you goomba. Henry Knight, Adam’s dad, wasn’t a professional wrestler... Adam only started to train to be one at age 17... I was 7. I didn’t even meet Gib until I was 19. So where do you come up with this idea that I was “born” into this business, maybe you’re thinking I’m Kelly? I didn’t even want to be a wrestler until after I started watching Adam on television every week... I wanted to be a Dentist until I was 12!
Sheesh... See what I mean about this always turning into a debate?
I had to spend precious seconds of my time telling you how you were wrong about being at a disadvantage. Think about this... you were wrestling matches against Kelly before I had a single day of training. I was sixteen when you and Kelly fought for the first time. You have had way more experience in this business than I have! I distinctly remember working on my Algebra I homework when I was watching you two fight! The only disadvantage you have in this match is the one you’re making up for yourself to try and seem like a sympathetic person, when really you’re just a really old woman who was just never any good inside the ring.
Also, just a thought; If you’re at any kind of disadvantage... it’s your own fault. I let you pick the stipulation of the match. You could have literally picked anything you wanted! You could have picked any match in the world that would have had a more desirable outcome for yourself. Think about it, I’m in a match where I have to defend my title against two people and it’s a match type specifically picked by one of those opponents. I’m outnumbered, I’m not used to the match type, and I don’t have to be pinned or be involved in the finish of the match to lose my title. I am no rock scientist but I’m pretty sure that by definition means that I am the one at the disadvantage here.
Just because I’m used to those kind of situations and usually prevail... doesn’t mean that I am not the one at the disadvantage... it just means that you people usually aren’t good enough to capitalize on that advantage.... Looking at you Tara Fenix.
Danggit... just look at what you made me do, I’m sounding like your husband right now. Soon enough somebody is going to start asking me if “polly wants a cracker?” if I keep this up, but it’s just so hard not to call you on the stupid crap you say, it’s just so hard not to tell you how off you really are about this whole deal.
The thing is Kathy, you know who I am, you know what I’ve done inside an NCW ring and you know about all of my accomplishments, but you don’t know me. You don’t know who Zelda Knite is.
You just think you do.
I’m a complex person with complex feelings, just because I’m not that cookie cutter person with the perfect life that you try and portray yourself as being doesn’t mean that I’m this overly simple tramp whose only desire in life is to spread her legs for the next guy that gives her a smile and compliment. I made mistakes, as a dumb kid who was looking for somebody to care about her... you’re telling me the person who once received the joystick of Sexy Jason can’t understand that?
Maybe if you would have walked a few miles in my shoes in my early life you would begin to understand what type of person I am instead of just looking at my world title victories and thinking I just have this perfect little bubble that I live in. Here let me give you a way to start... have the person you are supposed to feel the most safe with of everybody in your life, like maybe the person you think is your father, and have him break into your room some night so drunk that he couldn’t even tell you what his name is let alone what....
*sniffs* you know what, forget it. You don’t care and will probably take some cheap shot at me about it in an attempt to look all edgy and cool like that.
so...
You think you can paint me with this wide brush and that you’ll be right... imagine if I did that to you, I’d be making jokes about how you used to think you were literally a cat if I did. For somebody who claims they have been taking the hard road to the top and demanding respect for it, you sure don’t bother even researching the person you’re yelling at about it. Apparently you have it in your mind that I’m some carbon copy of Kelly and don’t have my own feelings, my own personality and a way different past.
Of course... maybe that is just a side effect from getting dropped on your head all those years ago... you remember, that time you literally thought you were a cat.
I’ve spent a large enough of my life worrying about what other people thought. I’m done with that. I’m not here to impress you, or Shelly Taylor-Jones or anybody who has pointed at me and thrown insults in my direction. I’m not here to try and make you happy. Those fans who stand on their feet and cheer me every week, those Zombies that catch me every time I stage dive into them and celebrate victories with me... that’s the only “approval” I need from you, or anybody else. As long as Adam tells me he’s proud of me, as long as those Zombies chant my name at the end of matches, anything anybody says about what I choose to do with my body... is nothing to me.
Does it hurt? Sure it does. It always hurts to be called something when you yourself don’t understand why you continuously act the way you do. At the very least at least I’m not bouncing from meth addict to woman beater and back again like so many other people in my position do... at least I try.
What you think of me is unimportant. How you see me, doesn’t matter. All I have to do is point to where it says “Zelda Knite: Three time world champion” and let that do all the talking for me. My personal life that gets thrown out there on TV each and every week, my love life which is at the constant ridicule by people who think they are perfect... none of that... is a defining factor as to why I was the first person in NCW to win a World title three times. You can tear into me all you want, you can make fun of every last thing I do and still at the end of the day... I’m still a three time NCW world champion...
and you’re not, and... you never will be...
because you’re not Zelda Knite... and. you. NEVER. will. be.
get over it already.