Post by Kathleen Conway on May 17, 2013 16:46:28 GMT -6
I stood in the trophy room of our luxurious Vegas home and stared into one of the glass cabinets that housed various titles, trophies and merchandise from my husband's time in NCW and I noticed how the replica of the National Championship had been removed from its place and replaced with the real fifteen pounds of gold, and I couldn't help but smile. I was so proud of him and the legacy he would now leave behind in this company. I knew how much it meant to him and I had been there through so many of his trials and tribulations over the last five years.
This wasn't the first cabinet in the room that had seen the secondary title take centre stage in his impressive collection, looking across I knew Jake was equally as proud of having held the X*Crown Championship from the days before I knew him. The NCW World Championship had still taken its rightful place above the National Championship but the way the collection was arranged, the vibrant National Championship was the first thing to grab your attention as you walked into the room.
As I craned my neck up to look at the replica of the NCW World Championship, something about it caught my eye, something about it seemed a little off. I opened the cabinet and lifted myself up on my tip toes to reach it, grab it and pull it down from its place and as I did a small coloured piece of paper fell with it, almost as if it was a singular celebratory piece of ticker-tape.
I ignored the piece of paper for a moment and caught myself staring at my own reflection in the polished golden sheen of my husband's greatest professional achievement, it was just a shame that he had insisted that even upon this replica Jake had insisted that he didn't deserve his name upon this title until he managed to beat the man who had beaten him for it. For four years now, that day had yet to come, and so the name-plate had been left deliberately blank as a reminder to him that no matter the heights he reached, therew was always something higher to strive for in this business. So many of his critics say the day when The Ace beats Adam Knite in the middle of a wrestling ring will never come. Those same critics said that the day NCW closed its doors would never come either, yet here we are today, and just like them I can't quite believe it myself.
It was then that I noticed that the odd thing about the World Championship that had struck me and caused me to reach for it in the first place was the fact that today the blank name-plate had been covered with a sticker with three letters in sky blue ink that I instantly recognised as the scribbling of my husband.
KAT
I chuckled as I couldn't help but put the belt over my shoulder and I have to admit that its weight felt entirely comfortable, right, as if it belonged. I closed the cabinet and couldn't resist posing with it and admiring myself in the distorted reflection of the glass for a few moments. It is then that I bent down to pick up the little yellow note that had been discarded. In the same blue writing was a sentiment that made me quiver a little and blush a lot.
"Impossible Dreams Can Come True. You Did For Me."
You know, it's funny when you think about it, at least to me. I spent much of my youth wanting to be a dancer, then I spent so much of my early adult life with a Glock strapped to my hip inviting all manner of thugs, criminals and tough guys to dance with me, and now here I am in my mid-thirties going to the biggest dance of them all according to the professional wrestling calendar, competing for the biggest prize in the industry, against the undisputed Queen of the NCW ring. She may well ask just who in the hell I am to think I can challenge her for the most prestigious prize in the business, I'm just a wife and mother and for the past five years that has been true, but on May 19th 2013 I aspire to prove to the world that I can be and am so much more than The Ace's wife and that woman who thought she was a cat once.
There's so much more to me than Jasmine or Zelda realise, there's so much more than either of you will ever give me credit for and so much more than any of you will understand. You may well ask why now? Why do I suddenly care about competing for that World Championship now when up until now I've been pretty content to just take a back seat to the petty squabbles that so often permeate this business? For the longest time I was content to wrestle very occasionally and spend the rest of my time snuggled up in the arms of my husband. I strayed away from the real fights because I honestly didn't think I had it in me to be a top contender, this wasn't my business after all, this wasn't my calling. I was here because of who I loved and for that I've already paid a heavy price.
That bastard Spike Kane stole five years away from me. FIVE YEARS. FIVE ****ING YEARS. Do you have any ideac what that's like? To be lost in a haze trying to rediscover who you once were? To claw back some semblance of order and sanity? To spend five years locked in your own body, and a prisoner of your own mind? To have a vague self awareness of who you are and what you do but knowing all the while that something's not right and that it may never be right again? No, of course you don't because to so many of you, my fellow competitors it was just funny as hell to sit there, point and laugh and say "Look at her, she sure does talk funny!".
Why do I love Jake as much as I do? Why do I make such a big deal about it? Well I'm not surprised none of you can understand that either because most of you have never had your relationships last in this business and you're all mad at me because I'm the only woman on the roster who has made it work, and I mean really work, and it works because our relationship is a two way deal and always has been. He held my hand every step of the way when I was lost in the fog and guided me back home, such loyalty has made me possessive of him, maybe even a little bitchy and I'm sorry if my attitude is such a huge issue for you.
Now the smoke in my mind has cleared and I finally see who I am, I also see who I could be, and who I could be is the Starlets World Champion, and honestly Zelda I am so glad that it is you who stands before me as the gatekeeper to my ultimate ambition, because whilst I have rediscovered who I could be, facing you for what is considered to be YOUR World Championship will prove one way or another who I should be. I don't need to tell you to bring your best Zelda, you always have, and that's one of the few things I will admit to liking about you Z, whilst your love affairs are complicated and incredibly contrived, when you hit that ring you keep it incredibly simple and even more than that, you make it work, and that's what drives so many of us who have busted our ass to get even the tiniest scraps of respect in this business so damn crazy.
You're so young and yet you make it seem so effortless.
You are the definition of some wonderfully impossible dream Zelda. So many people would sit there and say that what you've achieved for your age is impossible, but here you are living the dream, representing your bloodlines with the kind of pride they deserve, and whilst I've made no secret of the fact that personally I can't stand you, I will at least admit that professionally I am envious of your successes, I will never be able to replicate it, I've had no choice but to accept that in the twilight of this company, but what I can do - what I intend to do this Sunday is take a little piece of that cloud you've been sat on for myself, and I know in order to take it I have to reach for the Heavens.
I've been through Hell already, so please don't even try to promise me anymore, I want to get to Heaven and I'm prepared to climb every step, every rung to reach it, I'm prepared to come face to face with the divine ruler of these Heavens above me and slap her right across the face. It's just a shame that my quest to wrestle with Goddesses is hampered by poor weeping peasants that I've already crushed under my boot more than once, but I guess that's okay, if Jasmine absolutely insists on being part of my moment, I will drape her worthless carcass over the bottom rung of the ladder where she belongs before I begin my ascent, and she can crane her head up at me from her most natural position and watch me carry the Golden Gamer's crown to the Heavens and offer it as a prize to the the God of Time who will be the author of my legacy and grant me my place among the Immortals. Heaven has too many Angels and I'm not content to take my place among them until I've seen the best of them fall...by my hand and by my will. And when the Pixelated Princess falls from her perch, she will awaken from the dream she's been living only to witness the dream of another finally come true.
This impossible dream is mine and mine alone to realise.
And I dare you Zelda to prove why you should be the only one allowed to live it.
NCW's final hour may well be my finest.
What do you want me to do Zelda? What do you expect me to do? Curl up into a little ball and cry about the fact that you weren't born into a wrestling family like I said you were? I made a mistake and I have the ovaries to admit it,and in doing so, in admitting my mistake I've actually proven your point for you, I will never be you, I will never be Zelda Knite, I am not perfect, I've made my mistakes too, the only difference is I'm not going to sit here and give you the great debate you want, because for one thing debates ultimately won't win this match, and for another there is absolutely no debating when it comes to Zelda Knite, or even Jasmine Barerra.
Only the pair of you have ever known real hardship, not me. Jasmine doesn't care who I am and where I came from and neither do you Zelda, so why am I all of a sudden expected to care exactly who's left ball-sack you swam out of? You're right I didn't look that deeply into your past, because - and here's the shocker, I just didn't care that much. I didn't dissect your family tree, because quite frankly I didn't have the time or the inclination and even if I did, I still wouldn't bother because I realise my time would be better spent training for the biggest match of my life and that's exactly what I have been doing. I made some sweeping generalisations based on your last name, I would sit here and do the same thing to Jasmine, you know if her name actually meant anything.
Just working off the basis of somebody's last name is exactly the same thing you have done yourself in all the times you've faced me and it's worked out for you, so why couldn't it work for me? So what is it? What's good enough for you and Jasmine isn't suddenly good enough for me? Maybe if you're bloodline wasn't as convoluted as your romantic history, I'd have a better chance of keeping up. As far as I know you were just somebody who popped up from out of nowhere and you dominated, I almost thought you were a Kane but maybe that'd have been a little too cliche.
The fact that you'd make SUCH a big deal about a throwaway comment I made in my last promo tells me that it obviously bothers you that you weren't born into a wrestling family, it bothers you that you aren't Kelly Knite, so much so that you've gone to great lengths to prove that you weren't born with the silver spoon I've tried to force down your throat, and why? You want me to know how hard you've worked, how diligently you've forged your legacy in this business?
I may not know or care who your father is Z, but I know and care about all you have accomplished, it scares me, it intimidates the hell out of me to be honest, maybe that's why I'm a little bit flustered going into this match, maybe the pressure I feel has caused me to take a few verbal missteps, but you know Z, as long as I don't make the same mistakes in the ladder match on Sunday, none of what I say here will matter to anybody but you. All they'll care about is that I beat Zelda Knite and I did it by overcoming all the odds and not by obsessing about exactly who's passionate fumble in a barn resulted in her conception.
You know what's even more spectacular than my epic fail when it came to addressing your heritage, Zelda? How spectacularly you managed to misinterpret my words when I spoke about being at a disadvantage, I didn't mean in this match specifically, because I've made my choice and obviously I've already explained exactly why I chose it and maybe you missed it because you decided you'd rather have an epic hissy fit about where you come from rather than listen to the rest of my promo. My point was I'm at a disadvantage, because you are the favourite, you are the sure bet. Nobody expects me to win. Everybody expects you to win.
It's what you do.
Because you're Zelda Knite.
And there isn't a match stipulation in the World that could give me an advantage over that.
My only recourse is to do what I always do and hope this time that it will be enough.
If it isn't, well I won't cry about it, because I'm not Jasmine Barerra. I'm Kathleen Conway. And I may not know where you came from but I know exactly where I'm going after this Sunday. Into the history books. Whether I have my place as just another loss to you in your final defense or whether I will go into the history books as the woman who in her finest moment managed to achieve the impossible and dethrone the three time Starlets World Champion, only time will tell. You are the one I have to beat Z, the daughter of Henry Knite, who totally wasn't a wrestler, but somehow raised the greatest wrestler to ever hit the female scene in NCW, somebody give that man Father Of The Year, if you know who he is because I clearly don't. All I know is that he raised somebody who acts totally butt-hurt when anybody misconstrews her origin story...and is herself as open as the barn in which her mother was laid.
But I might have that all wrong again. Oh well, sucks to me I guess, because I didn't log onto Ancestry.com in preparation for this match, silly me I just stuck to a strict training regime regulated by a former Starlet's World Champion and a woman who has ended your reign before, even if it was on a technicality...
Woe is me.
What chance do I possible have now that I haven't done my research on your Great Grandpa Zeb Knite and Auntie Mable with the lazy eye and the wooden leg? Oh that's right. I have exactly the same chance of winning that I've always had in this match.
Thirty-three and a third percent.
I may not know my history, but I know my odds.
I guess that's why I'm a Conway.
And not a Verona.
Aren't you lucky?
Kathy and Jake are sat watching Zelda Knite Matches on the television in their bedroom, wrapped up in each other's arms as they lay in the bed side by side.
Jake: We should do this more often...
Kathy: We should. I had to do something to make watching Zelda win over and over again more fun.
Jake: And you thought of me?
Kathy: I always do. You know we should make a game of it. Every time Zelda wins, we make out for fifteen minutes.
Jake: I like this game.
Kathy: Yeah, well, everything else is kinda boring and predictable about Zelda, like we all know she's going to be number one on that little list...
Jake: Yeah, I can't believe you're fourteenth...
Kathy: Hey at least you did rather well, Mr Number Ten.
Jake: Hey I just realised that together we're twenty four.
Kathy: Damn right we are. We're twenty four seven babe...
Suddenly Jake's cellphone rings and as Kathy reaches over and scoops it off the bedside table to hand it to her husband, she glances at the Caller ID.
Kathy: Oh hey, it's your other wife.
Jake clicks a button and places it on speaker phone.
Jake: Hey, it's number fifteen...
"Urgh, you're never going to let that go, are you?"
Jake: Nope. What's up Bertie?
"I've been looking over the contracts that Simon drew up for you and I think I can offer you a better deal."
Jake: I'm listening.
"Well I don't want two of my top acquisitions burning themselves out prematurely and I know you have been angling to get that time off to take that lovely wife of yours on that Hawaiin cruise...Happy Belated Anniversary on that by the way..."
Kathy: Thanks...
"Anyway I think I can swing you guys some time off for that with no obligations to appear on the first show..."
Kathy almost squeals in delight.
Jake: Sounds great. Cheers mate. I owe you one...
Kathy and Jake then start to kiss and on the television in front of them we see Zelda Knite celebrating a victory.
"Hello....hello, you still there? Jake? Jake? Oh God you two better not be at it aga -"
Jake clicks a button to end the call without interrupting their kiss.
This wasn't the first cabinet in the room that had seen the secondary title take centre stage in his impressive collection, looking across I knew Jake was equally as proud of having held the X*Crown Championship from the days before I knew him. The NCW World Championship had still taken its rightful place above the National Championship but the way the collection was arranged, the vibrant National Championship was the first thing to grab your attention as you walked into the room.
As I craned my neck up to look at the replica of the NCW World Championship, something about it caught my eye, something about it seemed a little off. I opened the cabinet and lifted myself up on my tip toes to reach it, grab it and pull it down from its place and as I did a small coloured piece of paper fell with it, almost as if it was a singular celebratory piece of ticker-tape.
I ignored the piece of paper for a moment and caught myself staring at my own reflection in the polished golden sheen of my husband's greatest professional achievement, it was just a shame that he had insisted that even upon this replica Jake had insisted that he didn't deserve his name upon this title until he managed to beat the man who had beaten him for it. For four years now, that day had yet to come, and so the name-plate had been left deliberately blank as a reminder to him that no matter the heights he reached, therew was always something higher to strive for in this business. So many of his critics say the day when The Ace beats Adam Knite in the middle of a wrestling ring will never come. Those same critics said that the day NCW closed its doors would never come either, yet here we are today, and just like them I can't quite believe it myself.
It was then that I noticed that the odd thing about the World Championship that had struck me and caused me to reach for it in the first place was the fact that today the blank name-plate had been covered with a sticker with three letters in sky blue ink that I instantly recognised as the scribbling of my husband.
KAT
I chuckled as I couldn't help but put the belt over my shoulder and I have to admit that its weight felt entirely comfortable, right, as if it belonged. I closed the cabinet and couldn't resist posing with it and admiring myself in the distorted reflection of the glass for a few moments. It is then that I bent down to pick up the little yellow note that had been discarded. In the same blue writing was a sentiment that made me quiver a little and blush a lot.
"Impossible Dreams Can Come True. You Did For Me."
You know, it's funny when you think about it, at least to me. I spent much of my youth wanting to be a dancer, then I spent so much of my early adult life with a Glock strapped to my hip inviting all manner of thugs, criminals and tough guys to dance with me, and now here I am in my mid-thirties going to the biggest dance of them all according to the professional wrestling calendar, competing for the biggest prize in the industry, against the undisputed Queen of the NCW ring. She may well ask just who in the hell I am to think I can challenge her for the most prestigious prize in the business, I'm just a wife and mother and for the past five years that has been true, but on May 19th 2013 I aspire to prove to the world that I can be and am so much more than The Ace's wife and that woman who thought she was a cat once.
There's so much more to me than Jasmine or Zelda realise, there's so much more than either of you will ever give me credit for and so much more than any of you will understand. You may well ask why now? Why do I suddenly care about competing for that World Championship now when up until now I've been pretty content to just take a back seat to the petty squabbles that so often permeate this business? For the longest time I was content to wrestle very occasionally and spend the rest of my time snuggled up in the arms of my husband. I strayed away from the real fights because I honestly didn't think I had it in me to be a top contender, this wasn't my business after all, this wasn't my calling. I was here because of who I loved and for that I've already paid a heavy price.
That bastard Spike Kane stole five years away from me. FIVE YEARS. FIVE ****ING YEARS. Do you have any ideac what that's like? To be lost in a haze trying to rediscover who you once were? To claw back some semblance of order and sanity? To spend five years locked in your own body, and a prisoner of your own mind? To have a vague self awareness of who you are and what you do but knowing all the while that something's not right and that it may never be right again? No, of course you don't because to so many of you, my fellow competitors it was just funny as hell to sit there, point and laugh and say "Look at her, she sure does talk funny!".
Why do I love Jake as much as I do? Why do I make such a big deal about it? Well I'm not surprised none of you can understand that either because most of you have never had your relationships last in this business and you're all mad at me because I'm the only woman on the roster who has made it work, and I mean really work, and it works because our relationship is a two way deal and always has been. He held my hand every step of the way when I was lost in the fog and guided me back home, such loyalty has made me possessive of him, maybe even a little bitchy and I'm sorry if my attitude is such a huge issue for you.
Now the smoke in my mind has cleared and I finally see who I am, I also see who I could be, and who I could be is the Starlets World Champion, and honestly Zelda I am so glad that it is you who stands before me as the gatekeeper to my ultimate ambition, because whilst I have rediscovered who I could be, facing you for what is considered to be YOUR World Championship will prove one way or another who I should be. I don't need to tell you to bring your best Zelda, you always have, and that's one of the few things I will admit to liking about you Z, whilst your love affairs are complicated and incredibly contrived, when you hit that ring you keep it incredibly simple and even more than that, you make it work, and that's what drives so many of us who have busted our ass to get even the tiniest scraps of respect in this business so damn crazy.
You're so young and yet you make it seem so effortless.
You are the definition of some wonderfully impossible dream Zelda. So many people would sit there and say that what you've achieved for your age is impossible, but here you are living the dream, representing your bloodlines with the kind of pride they deserve, and whilst I've made no secret of the fact that personally I can't stand you, I will at least admit that professionally I am envious of your successes, I will never be able to replicate it, I've had no choice but to accept that in the twilight of this company, but what I can do - what I intend to do this Sunday is take a little piece of that cloud you've been sat on for myself, and I know in order to take it I have to reach for the Heavens.
I've been through Hell already, so please don't even try to promise me anymore, I want to get to Heaven and I'm prepared to climb every step, every rung to reach it, I'm prepared to come face to face with the divine ruler of these Heavens above me and slap her right across the face. It's just a shame that my quest to wrestle with Goddesses is hampered by poor weeping peasants that I've already crushed under my boot more than once, but I guess that's okay, if Jasmine absolutely insists on being part of my moment, I will drape her worthless carcass over the bottom rung of the ladder where she belongs before I begin my ascent, and she can crane her head up at me from her most natural position and watch me carry the Golden Gamer's crown to the Heavens and offer it as a prize to the the God of Time who will be the author of my legacy and grant me my place among the Immortals. Heaven has too many Angels and I'm not content to take my place among them until I've seen the best of them fall...by my hand and by my will. And when the Pixelated Princess falls from her perch, she will awaken from the dream she's been living only to witness the dream of another finally come true.
This impossible dream is mine and mine alone to realise.
And I dare you Zelda to prove why you should be the only one allowed to live it.
NCW's final hour may well be my finest.
What do you want me to do Zelda? What do you expect me to do? Curl up into a little ball and cry about the fact that you weren't born into a wrestling family like I said you were? I made a mistake and I have the ovaries to admit it,and in doing so, in admitting my mistake I've actually proven your point for you, I will never be you, I will never be Zelda Knite, I am not perfect, I've made my mistakes too, the only difference is I'm not going to sit here and give you the great debate you want, because for one thing debates ultimately won't win this match, and for another there is absolutely no debating when it comes to Zelda Knite, or even Jasmine Barerra.
Only the pair of you have ever known real hardship, not me. Jasmine doesn't care who I am and where I came from and neither do you Zelda, so why am I all of a sudden expected to care exactly who's left ball-sack you swam out of? You're right I didn't look that deeply into your past, because - and here's the shocker, I just didn't care that much. I didn't dissect your family tree, because quite frankly I didn't have the time or the inclination and even if I did, I still wouldn't bother because I realise my time would be better spent training for the biggest match of my life and that's exactly what I have been doing. I made some sweeping generalisations based on your last name, I would sit here and do the same thing to Jasmine, you know if her name actually meant anything.
Just working off the basis of somebody's last name is exactly the same thing you have done yourself in all the times you've faced me and it's worked out for you, so why couldn't it work for me? So what is it? What's good enough for you and Jasmine isn't suddenly good enough for me? Maybe if you're bloodline wasn't as convoluted as your romantic history, I'd have a better chance of keeping up. As far as I know you were just somebody who popped up from out of nowhere and you dominated, I almost thought you were a Kane but maybe that'd have been a little too cliche.
The fact that you'd make SUCH a big deal about a throwaway comment I made in my last promo tells me that it obviously bothers you that you weren't born into a wrestling family, it bothers you that you aren't Kelly Knite, so much so that you've gone to great lengths to prove that you weren't born with the silver spoon I've tried to force down your throat, and why? You want me to know how hard you've worked, how diligently you've forged your legacy in this business?
I may not know or care who your father is Z, but I know and care about all you have accomplished, it scares me, it intimidates the hell out of me to be honest, maybe that's why I'm a little bit flustered going into this match, maybe the pressure I feel has caused me to take a few verbal missteps, but you know Z, as long as I don't make the same mistakes in the ladder match on Sunday, none of what I say here will matter to anybody but you. All they'll care about is that I beat Zelda Knite and I did it by overcoming all the odds and not by obsessing about exactly who's passionate fumble in a barn resulted in her conception.
You know what's even more spectacular than my epic fail when it came to addressing your heritage, Zelda? How spectacularly you managed to misinterpret my words when I spoke about being at a disadvantage, I didn't mean in this match specifically, because I've made my choice and obviously I've already explained exactly why I chose it and maybe you missed it because you decided you'd rather have an epic hissy fit about where you come from rather than listen to the rest of my promo. My point was I'm at a disadvantage, because you are the favourite, you are the sure bet. Nobody expects me to win. Everybody expects you to win.
It's what you do.
Because you're Zelda Knite.
And there isn't a match stipulation in the World that could give me an advantage over that.
My only recourse is to do what I always do and hope this time that it will be enough.
If it isn't, well I won't cry about it, because I'm not Jasmine Barerra. I'm Kathleen Conway. And I may not know where you came from but I know exactly where I'm going after this Sunday. Into the history books. Whether I have my place as just another loss to you in your final defense or whether I will go into the history books as the woman who in her finest moment managed to achieve the impossible and dethrone the three time Starlets World Champion, only time will tell. You are the one I have to beat Z, the daughter of Henry Knite, who totally wasn't a wrestler, but somehow raised the greatest wrestler to ever hit the female scene in NCW, somebody give that man Father Of The Year, if you know who he is because I clearly don't. All I know is that he raised somebody who acts totally butt-hurt when anybody misconstrews her origin story...and is herself as open as the barn in which her mother was laid.
But I might have that all wrong again. Oh well, sucks to me I guess, because I didn't log onto Ancestry.com in preparation for this match, silly me I just stuck to a strict training regime regulated by a former Starlet's World Champion and a woman who has ended your reign before, even if it was on a technicality...
Woe is me.
What chance do I possible have now that I haven't done my research on your Great Grandpa Zeb Knite and Auntie Mable with the lazy eye and the wooden leg? Oh that's right. I have exactly the same chance of winning that I've always had in this match.
Thirty-three and a third percent.
I may not know my history, but I know my odds.
I guess that's why I'm a Conway.
And not a Verona.
Aren't you lucky?
Kathy and Jake are sat watching Zelda Knite Matches on the television in their bedroom, wrapped up in each other's arms as they lay in the bed side by side.
Jake: We should do this more often...
Kathy: We should. I had to do something to make watching Zelda win over and over again more fun.
Jake: And you thought of me?
Kathy: I always do. You know we should make a game of it. Every time Zelda wins, we make out for fifteen minutes.
Jake: I like this game.
Kathy: Yeah, well, everything else is kinda boring and predictable about Zelda, like we all know she's going to be number one on that little list...
Jake: Yeah, I can't believe you're fourteenth...
Kathy: Hey at least you did rather well, Mr Number Ten.
Jake: Hey I just realised that together we're twenty four.
Kathy: Damn right we are. We're twenty four seven babe...
Suddenly Jake's cellphone rings and as Kathy reaches over and scoops it off the bedside table to hand it to her husband, she glances at the Caller ID.
Kathy: Oh hey, it's your other wife.
Jake clicks a button and places it on speaker phone.
Jake: Hey, it's number fifteen...
"Urgh, you're never going to let that go, are you?"
Jake: Nope. What's up Bertie?
"I've been looking over the contracts that Simon drew up for you and I think I can offer you a better deal."
Jake: I'm listening.
"Well I don't want two of my top acquisitions burning themselves out prematurely and I know you have been angling to get that time off to take that lovely wife of yours on that Hawaiin cruise...Happy Belated Anniversary on that by the way..."
Kathy: Thanks...
"Anyway I think I can swing you guys some time off for that with no obligations to appear on the first show..."
Kathy almost squeals in delight.
Jake: Sounds great. Cheers mate. I owe you one...
Kathy and Jake then start to kiss and on the television in front of them we see Zelda Knite celebrating a victory.
"Hello....hello, you still there? Jake? Jake? Oh God you two better not be at it aga -"
Jake clicks a button to end the call without interrupting their kiss.
