Post by Jasmine Barrera on May 17, 2013 23:43:47 GMT -6
Last week didn't go exactly as planned, but whatever, the fact of the matter is I got what I wanted. I got what I needed. Kathy ditched me, It was bound to happen. She beat me to the punch. Because I was sure as hell about to ditch her, just like I did Zelda. Only this time, Roxi Johnson didn't come down and save me. That a moot point though. It was simply Kathy one-upping me before I could do it to her.
But, the most important part of this entire situation is I'm going to A Night to Remember and I'm going to win the NCW Starlet's title. Even if it is in the stupidest kind of match I've ever heard of. But what can I expect from Kathy Conway? The woman once thought she was a cat, so it would be dumb to expect her to actually have a coherent idea for a title match. I want to be surprised and stupefied at the choice, but I can't. Because it's Kathy Conway.
Oh no, Kathy Conway doesn't believe my life history. Oh well. I guess that's one person who is completely oblivious to the facts of the situation. Nothing really new. But whatever, she wanted a one on one match against Zelda Knite. Why? To get beat again? If you really wanted one that badly, you could have easily made a stink that you ever so calmly told me you didn't, because you were being nice. Or whatever. But the truth of the matter is, it's both you and Zelda being idiots. I can't help that. Now the match is on.
I get it. You don't think I should be in this match Kathy. And to be honest, you're right. I don't. You beat me in the ring. Now, the way you beat me was cheap, and underhanded, but you did what it took to win. And not only that, you revealed a B.S. story that doesn't fit you, or your life in any way, but again, I can't expect you to keep your own life straight, you're Kathy Conway. Why wouldn't you be a cop? Why not a Doctor too? I think you'd call yourself the Queen on England if it meant you could get a win. I don't put anything past you anymore. I mean, I just had to listen to you babble on and on about your life, all the hardships all you've been through, and oh my god look who won the pony! You want to know something Kathy:
I. Don't. Care.
I don't a rat's ass about you or your life. You're upset because people are just calling you on your bull****. You are just someone who I have to beat in a stupid ass match to win the Starlet's title. You might as well be "Person #2" for all anyone knows about you. Oh that's right, no one knows you. You know why no one knows you Kathy? Because you change the story whenever your mood suits you. And on top of that, it's not even interesting. So who cares? That's the reaction I have every time I hear you talk. "Who Cares" Was any of that long, boring ass back story relevant? no. Not in the slightest. All it really means is that you want to be the girl who defies the odds. What odds? What disadvantages to you have to defy? It's a 33 and 1/3 chance for each of us. You picked this match, you're still whining. Honestly, I'm tired of it. I don't care anymore. Whatever you say Kathy, sure. Why not? Whatever.
You know what? Why am I bothering with this? Why am I even taking the time to even talk about Kathy Conway? She didn't want to pay me the respect, so why should I? She blabbing on and on about dreams, and being a dancer, and all this other nonsense no one gives a damn about, why? I guess it's because she really wants you to know her and understand where she's coming from. Well, I can answer that really easily. She's coming out of left field with a bunch of crap that just bores the hell out of me and everyone listening. Who Cares?
There it goes again.
Actually, it would be so bad if she had any idea what she was talking about. But no, let's just make up more stuff about my opponents that isn't true, and hope that it sticks. I mean, I should probably put on some fishing waiters, because the bull**** is getting deeper every time she talks. So you know what? I'm just going to concentrate on Zelda Knite. And I'm going to do what Kathy never had a chance of doing in the first place, whether or not this match was one on one or not.
Win.
Yeah, I said it. You had no chance. You know you have no chance. So you picked a stupid ass ladder match to try to increase your chances of winning... and you are going to fail miserably at that too. We all know cats climb trees, not ladders. That's just a joke, but the most hilarious thing will be when the "starlet who is least deserving" wins the Starlet's title and flaunts it right in from of your face. I will really relish that. The final starlets champion, who beat not only the great Zelda Knite, but that one woman who gave it up to Sexy Jason.
At least when I win, you won't have the deal with losing a Knite. Again.
| Ernie's Restaurant, Los Angeles, CA.|
Jazz and Flash have gone to see Billy. Jazz sits down and Flash sits next to her, Billy on the other side of the booth.
Billy frowns.
Jazz hugs Billy and exits the diner. Billy stops Flash.
Flash exits the diner and catches up with Jazz. He gets into the car and they drive off.
Zelda Knite. I could say that I owe you. I could say that gave me one last shot at glory. One last shot to become the starlets champion, one more shot to dance at the biggest show of the year.
But I'm won't. The fact is you're an idiot for giving me this chance, and I intend to make you regret it by beating not only Kathy, but you as well. You might still be upset about me ditching you, but it worked out for you didn't it? You got saved didn't you? Everything always works out for you doesn't it? Just a shrug and the world goes back to normal for Zelda Knite.
Well, I am about to change all that for you. Sunday, I'm going to put an end to the legacy of Zelda Knite, by beating her in the ring. Granted, Kathy will be there too, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. The only two people that matter are Zelda and I. Because despite what she thinks, there is no "Dream Match" between Kathy Conway and Zelda Knite. Because we've seen it. We know how it ends. Zelda beats Kathy. Handily. The real test will be me. Not if I can beat Zelda, but if she can beat me. That's right. I'm throwing down the challenge to Zelda. Mainly because Kathy wants to dance around the issue. No, I'm standing right in the way Zelda. I'm calling you out to beat me, and retain your title. It's what the people want. And you, Zelda Knite, are obviously a woman who loves to give people what they want. Namely, your vagina, but also your sense of drama, theater and pride. You want to entertain the people, you want them behind you.
Wow, it's REALLY not easy to insult you without making some sort of sexual innuendo.
The point is, you are the people's champion. You're more than likely the number 1 starlet of all time. So to beat you, is and should always been everyone's main goal. Obviously, it's mine. I don't just want to beat Zelda Knite, I NEED to beat Zelda Knite. I have to be better than Zelda Knite for one night, and one night only. It will be my finest hour, my time, my world, my championship. I can see no better way to go out, then to defeat the great Zelda Knite in the ring, on the biggest show of the year, for the Starlets title.
Zelda, I'm not afraid of you. I'm not intimidated by your record, your reigns, your legend. Nothing about you makes me shake in fear. You put me in this match because you recognized me from leaving you high and dry a week prior. What do I have to fear from Zelda Knite? That she actually knows my name? That she might, just maybe, still think Kathy IS a cat? No. The fact that she's an idiot only makes me think "why hasn't anyone been able to beat her before." I mean, you could probably leave a trail of video game accessories leading to a big hole in the ground and she'd walk right into it. But no, it seems that everyone is afraid, or intimidated by Zelda Knite, because she's Zelda Knite. I don't care what her name is, who she's beaten, or who's opened her legs for..
The fact is, you may have faced and defeated countless starlets in your time, but you have never faced a starlet who is as dangerous as I am. I don't need to make up things in my stories, I don't need to drink, I don't need to act like a lesbian, I don't need to think I'm actually a starlet, I don't need to do anything like that. I just have to go to the ring, and beat you. That's what I'm focused on. Beating you. Winning the match. I'm just as tired listening to you as I was Kathy. This isn't high school, this isn't the debate team. We're not talking about world hunger, gun control, or healthcare, we're wrestling. You two can argue all you want about who's a wrestling family, or who's at a disadvantage in this match, whatever. Don't Care.
Ooh, there it is again.
While you two argue like children on a playground I will be bust winning a championship at your expense. I almost questioned why you would stoop to that level Zelda, but then I remember, you can be distracted by shiny objects. Of course you would turn this into a debate, of course you would feed the troll. It's oinly fitting that the final starlet's champion isn't a lying cat-person or an brain-dead geek. I'm going to head into Dallas, you're hometown Zelda, and beat you and Kathy Conway, for the Starlet's title. It's just the way it is.
And if you want to argue that, I'm going to do this:
I called it first.
That's right, I called the starlet's title. If you two want to argue like children, I'll use children's logic to end the whole thing. Now, there is nothing either of you can do about it. I've called it. Game over, you both lose. I win. It's just that simple.
Deal with it.
But, the most important part of this entire situation is I'm going to A Night to Remember and I'm going to win the NCW Starlet's title. Even if it is in the stupidest kind of match I've ever heard of. But what can I expect from Kathy Conway? The woman once thought she was a cat, so it would be dumb to expect her to actually have a coherent idea for a title match. I want to be surprised and stupefied at the choice, but I can't. Because it's Kathy Conway.
Oh no, Kathy Conway doesn't believe my life history. Oh well. I guess that's one person who is completely oblivious to the facts of the situation. Nothing really new. But whatever, she wanted a one on one match against Zelda Knite. Why? To get beat again? If you really wanted one that badly, you could have easily made a stink that you ever so calmly told me you didn't, because you were being nice. Or whatever. But the truth of the matter is, it's both you and Zelda being idiots. I can't help that. Now the match is on.
I get it. You don't think I should be in this match Kathy. And to be honest, you're right. I don't. You beat me in the ring. Now, the way you beat me was cheap, and underhanded, but you did what it took to win. And not only that, you revealed a B.S. story that doesn't fit you, or your life in any way, but again, I can't expect you to keep your own life straight, you're Kathy Conway. Why wouldn't you be a cop? Why not a Doctor too? I think you'd call yourself the Queen on England if it meant you could get a win. I don't put anything past you anymore. I mean, I just had to listen to you babble on and on about your life, all the hardships all you've been through, and oh my god look who won the pony! You want to know something Kathy:
I. Don't. Care.
I don't a rat's ass about you or your life. You're upset because people are just calling you on your bull****. You are just someone who I have to beat in a stupid ass match to win the Starlet's title. You might as well be "Person #2" for all anyone knows about you. Oh that's right, no one knows you. You know why no one knows you Kathy? Because you change the story whenever your mood suits you. And on top of that, it's not even interesting. So who cares? That's the reaction I have every time I hear you talk. "Who Cares" Was any of that long, boring ass back story relevant? no. Not in the slightest. All it really means is that you want to be the girl who defies the odds. What odds? What disadvantages to you have to defy? It's a 33 and 1/3 chance for each of us. You picked this match, you're still whining. Honestly, I'm tired of it. I don't care anymore. Whatever you say Kathy, sure. Why not? Whatever.
You know what? Why am I bothering with this? Why am I even taking the time to even talk about Kathy Conway? She didn't want to pay me the respect, so why should I? She blabbing on and on about dreams, and being a dancer, and all this other nonsense no one gives a damn about, why? I guess it's because she really wants you to know her and understand where she's coming from. Well, I can answer that really easily. She's coming out of left field with a bunch of crap that just bores the hell out of me and everyone listening. Who Cares?
There it goes again.
Actually, it would be so bad if she had any idea what she was talking about. But no, let's just make up more stuff about my opponents that isn't true, and hope that it sticks. I mean, I should probably put on some fishing waiters, because the bull**** is getting deeper every time she talks. So you know what? I'm just going to concentrate on Zelda Knite. And I'm going to do what Kathy never had a chance of doing in the first place, whether or not this match was one on one or not.
Win.
Yeah, I said it. You had no chance. You know you have no chance. So you picked a stupid ass ladder match to try to increase your chances of winning... and you are going to fail miserably at that too. We all know cats climb trees, not ladders. That's just a joke, but the most hilarious thing will be when the "starlet who is least deserving" wins the Starlet's title and flaunts it right in from of your face. I will really relish that. The final starlets champion, who beat not only the great Zelda Knite, but that one woman who gave it up to Sexy Jason.
At least when I win, you won't have the deal with losing a Knite. Again.
| Ernie's Restaurant, Los Angeles, CA.|
Jazz and Flash have gone to see Billy. Jazz sits down and Flash sits next to her, Billy on the other side of the booth.
Jazz:
Billy.
Billy:
Well well well,baby girl. How are you?
Jazz:
I'm good. Oh, This is Flash, my boyfriend.
Billy:
How do you do?
Flash:
'Sup?
Jazz:
Thanks for meeting us here.
Billy:
Sure, what can I do for the both of you? You need some money, sweetheart?
Jazz:
No Billy, I'm all set.
Billy:
Well then, what's this about.
Jazz:
I just want to thank you, for all that you did for me. I really owe you a lot.
Billy:
Just helping out Ace. That man does right by me.
Jazz:
So, it hurts me to say this, because you've been so good to me, but we're leaving California. We're going back home.
Billy:
Home? I don't understand.
Jazz:
We're going back. I've giving you control back of that area that you had me run.
Billy.
Billy:
Well well well,baby girl. How are you?
Jazz:
I'm good. Oh, This is Flash, my boyfriend.
Billy:
How do you do?
Flash:
'Sup?
Jazz:
Thanks for meeting us here.
Billy:
Sure, what can I do for the both of you? You need some money, sweetheart?
Jazz:
No Billy, I'm all set.
Billy:
Well then, what's this about.
Jazz:
I just want to thank you, for all that you did for me. I really owe you a lot.
Billy:
Just helping out Ace. That man does right by me.
Jazz:
So, it hurts me to say this, because you've been so good to me, but we're leaving California. We're going back home.
Billy:
Home? I don't understand.
Jazz:
We're going back. I've giving you control back of that area that you had me run.
Billy frowns.
Billy:
Was it no good?
Jazz:
No, it was great. And I can't thank you enough for what you did. But it's time, that we took back what we had.
Billy:
Oh, I see.
Jazz:
Then maybe, we can open our connection back up out here, with you. No more war.
Billy:
There's always going to be war baby girl, as long as men are men and things are for the taking.
Jazz:
Maybe. But at least we can get along.
Billy:
Maybe. Maybe not. My reach only goes so far.
Jazz:
I understand. We'll see what happens.
Billy:
You be careful back there. I dont' want word coming back that both of ya'll are casualties of this mess.
Jazz:
We'll do our best.
Billy:
Very well. And if it comes back to it, you'll always be welcome here.
Jazz:
Thank's Billy.
Was it no good?
Jazz:
No, it was great. And I can't thank you enough for what you did. But it's time, that we took back what we had.
Billy:
Oh, I see.
Jazz:
Then maybe, we can open our connection back up out here, with you. No more war.
Billy:
There's always going to be war baby girl, as long as men are men and things are for the taking.
Jazz:
Maybe. But at least we can get along.
Billy:
Maybe. Maybe not. My reach only goes so far.
Jazz:
I understand. We'll see what happens.
Billy:
You be careful back there. I dont' want word coming back that both of ya'll are casualties of this mess.
Jazz:
We'll do our best.
Billy:
Very well. And if it comes back to it, you'll always be welcome here.
Jazz:
Thank's Billy.
Jazz hugs Billy and exits the diner. Billy stops Flash.
Billy:
Hold on young man.
Flash:
'Sup old man?
Billy:
You take care of that girl, you hear me?
Flash:
That's my girl. I always look out for her.
Billy:
She obviously loves you to come all the way out here for you. You know that's why she did it right?
Flash:
...
Billy:
I have a daughter her age, that I lost foolin' around in this mess. Don't do the same to her.
Flash:
I won't.
Billy:
And son..
Flash:
'Sup?
Billy:
Good luck.
Flash:
Thanks man.
Hold on young man.
Flash:
'Sup old man?
Billy:
You take care of that girl, you hear me?
Flash:
That's my girl. I always look out for her.
Billy:
She obviously loves you to come all the way out here for you. You know that's why she did it right?
Flash:
...
Billy:
I have a daughter her age, that I lost foolin' around in this mess. Don't do the same to her.
Flash:
I won't.
Billy:
And son..
Flash:
'Sup?
Billy:
Good luck.
Flash:
Thanks man.
Flash exits the diner and catches up with Jazz. He gets into the car and they drive off.
Jazz:
What was that back there?
Flash:
What?
Jazz:
With Billy, I saw you two talking.
Flash:
He was talking about you.
Jazz:
Oh really?
Flash:
Yeah. Told me how you did out here. Said you did real good.
Jazz:
I tried.
Flash:
Said you did it for me.
Jazz:
I...I did.
Flash:
That why you're my girl. You held me down. He told me to hold you down. You and me? We got a lot of work to do. And this time, we're going to do it together.
Jazz:
Yeah?
Flash:
Yeah..Let's go home.
What was that back there?
Flash:
What?
Jazz:
With Billy, I saw you two talking.
Flash:
He was talking about you.
Jazz:
Oh really?
Flash:
Yeah. Told me how you did out here. Said you did real good.
Jazz:
I tried.
Flash:
Said you did it for me.
Jazz:
I...I did.
Flash:
That why you're my girl. You held me down. He told me to hold you down. You and me? We got a lot of work to do. And this time, we're going to do it together.
Jazz:
Yeah?
Flash:
Yeah..Let's go home.
Zelda Knite. I could say that I owe you. I could say that gave me one last shot at glory. One last shot to become the starlets champion, one more shot to dance at the biggest show of the year.
But I'm won't. The fact is you're an idiot for giving me this chance, and I intend to make you regret it by beating not only Kathy, but you as well. You might still be upset about me ditching you, but it worked out for you didn't it? You got saved didn't you? Everything always works out for you doesn't it? Just a shrug and the world goes back to normal for Zelda Knite.
Well, I am about to change all that for you. Sunday, I'm going to put an end to the legacy of Zelda Knite, by beating her in the ring. Granted, Kathy will be there too, but it doesn't matter. She doesn't matter. The only two people that matter are Zelda and I. Because despite what she thinks, there is no "Dream Match" between Kathy Conway and Zelda Knite. Because we've seen it. We know how it ends. Zelda beats Kathy. Handily. The real test will be me. Not if I can beat Zelda, but if she can beat me. That's right. I'm throwing down the challenge to Zelda. Mainly because Kathy wants to dance around the issue. No, I'm standing right in the way Zelda. I'm calling you out to beat me, and retain your title. It's what the people want. And you, Zelda Knite, are obviously a woman who loves to give people what they want. Namely, your vagina, but also your sense of drama, theater and pride. You want to entertain the people, you want them behind you.
Wow, it's REALLY not easy to insult you without making some sort of sexual innuendo.
The point is, you are the people's champion. You're more than likely the number 1 starlet of all time. So to beat you, is and should always been everyone's main goal. Obviously, it's mine. I don't just want to beat Zelda Knite, I NEED to beat Zelda Knite. I have to be better than Zelda Knite for one night, and one night only. It will be my finest hour, my time, my world, my championship. I can see no better way to go out, then to defeat the great Zelda Knite in the ring, on the biggest show of the year, for the Starlets title.
Zelda, I'm not afraid of you. I'm not intimidated by your record, your reigns, your legend. Nothing about you makes me shake in fear. You put me in this match because you recognized me from leaving you high and dry a week prior. What do I have to fear from Zelda Knite? That she actually knows my name? That she might, just maybe, still think Kathy IS a cat? No. The fact that she's an idiot only makes me think "why hasn't anyone been able to beat her before." I mean, you could probably leave a trail of video game accessories leading to a big hole in the ground and she'd walk right into it. But no, it seems that everyone is afraid, or intimidated by Zelda Knite, because she's Zelda Knite. I don't care what her name is, who she's beaten, or who's opened her legs for..
The fact is, you may have faced and defeated countless starlets in your time, but you have never faced a starlet who is as dangerous as I am. I don't need to make up things in my stories, I don't need to drink, I don't need to act like a lesbian, I don't need to think I'm actually a starlet, I don't need to do anything like that. I just have to go to the ring, and beat you. That's what I'm focused on. Beating you. Winning the match. I'm just as tired listening to you as I was Kathy. This isn't high school, this isn't the debate team. We're not talking about world hunger, gun control, or healthcare, we're wrestling. You two can argue all you want about who's a wrestling family, or who's at a disadvantage in this match, whatever. Don't Care.
Ooh, there it is again.
While you two argue like children on a playground I will be bust winning a championship at your expense. I almost questioned why you would stoop to that level Zelda, but then I remember, you can be distracted by shiny objects. Of course you would turn this into a debate, of course you would feed the troll. It's oinly fitting that the final starlet's champion isn't a lying cat-person or an brain-dead geek. I'm going to head into Dallas, you're hometown Zelda, and beat you and Kathy Conway, for the Starlet's title. It's just the way it is.
And if you want to argue that, I'm going to do this:
I called it first.
That's right, I called the starlet's title. If you two want to argue like children, I'll use children's logic to end the whole thing. Now, there is nothing either of you can do about it. I've called it. Game over, you both lose. I win. It's just that simple.
Deal with it.
