Post by Zelda on Jun 23, 2013 5:38:59 GMT -5
“Were your intentions to harm yourself in any way?”
“For the last time... no.”
From the confines of her hospital bed Zelda rolls her eyes at the police officer standing over her with his notepad out, asking questions. She turns away and lets out a very annoyed sigh and the cop as well is getting rather annoyed with her defiant attitude right now. He scribbles something on his pad, then tips his hat as he takes his leave. The very second that he walks out the door, Adam comes rushing into the room to check on his sister. When Zelda notices him she lowers her head and closes her eyes trying not to look at him.
“Are you out of your fucking mind, or are you just stupid!?”
“It was an accident.”
“An accident? AN ACCIDENT!? Everybody knows you don’t drink when you take a handful of painkillers. Furthermore, how long has this been going on, because I’m not buying that crap that you just now started taking those things.”
“...since I dislocated my shoulder.”
“THREE YEARS!? That is ridiculous Zelda! They had to pump your stomach, they said you were dangerously close to dying!”
“...”
Adam throws his arms up in shock as Zelda turns away in the bed and puts her back to him as Adam begins pacing back and forth in total disbelief, mumbling something to himself, that we don’t quite get to catch but it’s obviously making him angry, until suddenly Kelly comes into the room and grabs Adam by the arm and looking up at him with her big caring eyes.
“Adam. Calm down. I don’t think you angry right now is going to help her. Can’t you see that?”
“It’s just that... I almost lost...”
“Stop. I’m not the one you should be telling that to.”
Kelly shoves Adam by the arm and turns him to look at his sister laying there in the hospital bed. Adam nods his head in agreement and gives his wife a pat on the shoulder to tell her thank you before he heads over and takes one of the chairs in the room to have a seat next to his sister’s bed. There, he forces her to turn over and look at him and sees the tears that are falling from her eyes.
“I’m sorry Z... I was just so worried about you. I’ve spent the last five years of my life beating myself over the fact that I didn’t notice what was going on... that I failed to protect you, that I wasn’t there when you needed me the most and then I got this call telling me that you were in danger of not making it.... It just came out and it’s just because I don’t want to lose you. I had to read that note once, I don’t want to see the results.”
“I swear. I was an accident. I wouldn’t do that to you, not after all you’ve done.”
“I believe you, but I just want to know, why have you been taking those things for so long, why have you been doing this to yourself?”
Zelda doesn’t say a word to answer the question at first, she just closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip trying to not do so. Adam however isn’t going to let this go and instead puts his hand on her cheek and encourages her to speak to him.
“Z. I have to know.”
“It hurts...”
“What does?”
“EVERYTHING!”
“Look Z, I know you’ve not had it easy... ever... but it couldn’t possibly be that...”
“How would you know?”
“Everybody has it rough sometimes Z, we deal with it.”
“You never had to deal with “him” touching you like he did me or hitting you, you never had people who acted all nice and like a sweet caring person to you up to the moment where they got what they wanted and then bounced. You’ve never had to listen to the names others called you because of it. You don’t know what it’s like... having people use you just to throw you away without a second thought! It just hurts ok?! The pills made me feel better, made me forget about all that for a while... I thought everything was going great with Xavier, and then he dumped me just because I wanted to spend time with him, if you know a way to just “deal” with that, then you tell me!”
“If I could fix everything that ever hurt you Zelda, I would... You just have to learn how to move past all that. I know one thing that won’t help... nearly accidently killing yourself.”
Zelda closes her eyes again as she tucks her chin towards her chest, trying to hide her feelings again while taking a deep breath before turning over back to having her back facing Adam instead of her face. Adam is going to try and talk to her again but a hand is rested on his shoulder, a doctor, who calls for Adam to follow him outside the door, so they can talk without Zelda hearing.
“Mr. Knight, it’s come to my attention that you take care of your sister?”
“I’ve been looking after her since she was 16. Why?”
“Has it ever been suggested that you should seek professional help for Sydney?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to put her through something like that, she’s been through enough...”
“Mr. Knight, I can’t force you to do anything but I think it’s time that you reevaluated that assessment. Your sister is in a place right now where I think something like that could help prevent current issues from intensifying.”
“I know...”
Adam turns back around and looks through the glass on the door towards where his sister is lying, now with Kelly talking to her trying to comfort her. Adam nods his head as he replies to the doctor and from there goes silent.
So suddenly I have to spend my every waking moment talking about video games?
I hate to break it to you... but I’m a real person... not a caricature, I totally didn’t look that word up in the thesaurus, of one.
I’m not a 80’s to mid 90’s wrestler, I don’t have to wear bell bottoms to the ring and dance around while wearing a polyester suit to prove that I am an avid fan of Disco music. I don’t have to have a little sombrero painted onto my tights to prove that I’m hispanic, I don’t have to pretend to throw a football 80 yards downfield to prove that I’m perfect.
Why? Because I am not fake. Which is a good about being a real life breathing human being, I can be seen doing other things in my life without a video game controller in my hands.
I’m not pretend.
I don’t fight fifty feet tall mutant cyborgs from mars, because those sorta things aren’t real.
That’s what makes me special. I didn’t have to bombard people’s ears with “pwns” and “leeeeroy Jenkins” cries to get attention. I grabbed the imaginations of people around the world by being Zelda Knite, I took the world by storm because I was me and I didn’t shy away from that. From waving a light saber around, from larping with Rob Diamond, from dressing as my supervillain alter ego “Lady Dominicus”... I was there, doing things my way and just being me, acting like a real being. I wasn’t born on another planet, I don’t have a tool belt full of gadgets.
But I guess if I wanted to be some kind of imaginary person... I could if I wanted... heck I could make all kinds of claims about traveling back from the future with an older version of Trent Helms managing me if I really wanted to...
but then again, I usually attempt to not sound bat crap insane.
Unlike one of us.
And yes... maybe I am ashamed of myself, maybe I am trying to escape from my past... but that’s only because I realized what I was doing to myself was hurting more than helping. So that’s suddenly a knock on somebody’s character? From what I recall.. isn’t usually growing as a person considered a good thing, I mean unless you live in this bubble where everything has to stay the same and be perfect all the time and if that’s the case... it was the moops!
I hate it about me... I hate how I can’t ever seem to make a good decision out of the ring, but you know what? That doesn’t matter to what happens in a match, it has no bearing on if I’m better than you inside a ring... amazing how that works huh?
I was a kid trying to escape the realities of having nobody in my life and turned to the company of the guys who would show me attention... yes, dumb and foolish... yes I still make terrible mistakes when it comes to men today, but it’s not like it was before because I grew up... sorta. I’ve tried to bury it, and that didn’t work, so now I’m just going to put it behind me and keeping driving forwards.
Furthermore... maybe you should also try to not talk out of both sides of your mouth when you’re up against me... kinda makes you look dumb. So tell me, what is it? Am I the most accomplished wrestler that you’ve ever had to face off against and the toughest test of your career or am I just another match that has no real meaning to you? And before you answer that, let me point out that you were the one who apparently went through every promo I’ve done with CPW to try and count all my video game references... so you obviously care quite a bit. Oh right... I’m supposed to be too much of an idiot to see that backwards kind of talking....
crap. I forgot I was supposed to be the ignorant high school dropout... here let me get back into character.
You smell like Bowser’s toe warts! HeeHee!
Is that what you expect from me in every promo? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry, I’m not the brightest person but that doesn’t mean I have to pretend to be slobbering mental patient either just for your entertainment... I’ve done enough things in my life just for other people’s entertainment.
Hey look, I can make the “Zelda is a whore” jokes myself.
You know something really caught my attention in all the weird crap you said... you made a reference to the previous company I was in. Now correct me if I’m wrong here, because surely my dumb Texas brain could have missed some big information here... weren’t you there too? Weren’t you the wife of Hall of Famer Ricky Johnson.... and didn’t you have twin children? So. Mrs. “You have to always stick with your character”.... where is that Roxi Johnson at? Apparently I’m not allowed for one minute to not make a video game reference, but you’re allowed to suddenly start running around as Aquaman?
Which it’s kinda funny that you bring up NCW, since you just did your best “The Ace” impersonation.
“Me: I want this more than you.
You: na uh, i want it more.”
Good job there.
And yes... I did steal the NCW World title on the final show and managed to piss off a large amount of wrestlers in the back who fought for many years to just get a shot at the belt when all I had to do was cash in my boyfriend’s title shot and sneak a victory against a man who could barely walk, then proceeded to act like it was a huge accomplishment that would define me the rest of my career...
YOLO!
You know what I’m starting to figure out... I think somebody is a bit jelly.
I’m young, I’m talented, and everybody pays attention to every move I make and you can’t stand it. You just wish everybody would pay you any mind like they do for me, you just wish everybody would look at you the same way they look at me... when the fans are chanting my name as I stage dive into them after a win, when the news reports are flashing headlines about my everyday life... when you see the list of things I’ve done in my career and see that you don’t come anywhere near that level of success....
When you see all that.. you know you’re looking at the BEST. EVER. and it drives you crazy!
That’s why you blatantly started imitating my geeky-ness and just totally forgot about the whole having two kids and a husband thing. That’s why you listened to every word I’ve said up to this point just to try and find some kind of exploit to justify yourself... justify the decisions you’re making, justify having to completely change yourself to just stand a chance against me...
Make me your comic book supervillain Roxi. Do it. I want you to, because when you do you’ll realize that I was there first. I was a Sith master before you were Hawk Girl, I was tipping over hot dog stands to cause chaos among the masses as Lady Dominicus before you were Ms. Marvel... no matter what you try to be, no matter what you hope to accomplish... be that being a comic book character, a geeky gamer, a pop culture nerd or a professional wrestling world champion...
I WAS THERE FIRST...
AND I DID IT BETTER!
That’s why I’m the best, that’s why nobody compares, that’s why every single person who has ever stood up against me has been pwned.
It’s ok to be jelly of all I’ve done, and all I’ve overcome to get to this point.
Most people are.
You want to argue my claim at being the best ever... go right ahead. It’s not like anything you say holds any merit. Yeah, I was way too close to losing to Vargas... so what? Does the best always win? No, you’d think somebody who pretends to be Captain Planet would understand that. Batman got his back broken by Bane, Superman has had his bouts with kryptonite... news flash... it happens! If you think losing some random tag team match was going to get inside my head and turn me upside down, then you’re the one who is off her rocker.
Heck, losing this match, doesn’t disprove my claims, doesn’t do anything to my abilities to call myself the greatest female wrestler to ever live. I’m not going to use any patented Steiner match to go on this long rant about how you have a less than fifty percent chance at winning this match, but I will tell you that you winning... proves nothing. If you win, it’ll be because I came up short, it will be because Zelda Knite missed a golden opportunity, it will be because Zelda Knite failed... and you know it. I’m the headline, I’m the show stealer, I’m the ratings grab... it’s why CPW made the huge press announcement when I signed, it’s why you got nothing.
It’s not about wins, or loses, or even title victories... titles are just a measure, like a stat in sports that makes it easier to prove a point... I am better than you, because I have the high score... it’s my name initials on the top of the arcade machine... one loss isn’t going to change that, not to you, not to Vargas, not to anybody.
You can try to be better than me all you want, you can act like you’re a better person, like you’re a better character.. whatever you want but just ask yourself what happened to all those others who thought they could do just that? I wouldn’t be sitting here being called the BEST. EVER. if I didn’t typically come out on top in those situations and yes I’m aware there is another sex joke waiting right there.
I’ve made a legacy for myself off the people who thought they could be better for that one night, off people who thought for this one match they could finally give 110% and go all out against me and nobody else and I’ve watched as they fell flat on their face... Don’t feel special, because I don’t need a “big match” to give it my everything, I’ll face you just like I faced Angel Kash... and I’ll beat you just the same as a result...
That’s why this is my legend...
and why you’re just coming along for the ride.[/i]
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Zelda sits on the edge of her bed, handing the doctor her release form before he exits the room and she waits for her ride home with her hands on her head as she thinks about all that has been happening. However, this time of reflection doesn’t last long because suddenly she’s hit in the head with a Nintendo DS stylus. Zelda jerks her head up and sees Crystal standing there smiling... holding a neon pink lightsaber.
“Crystal... that hurt... also... is that a lightsaber.”
“Oh yea, you better believe it... because you see, now that Darth Militis has been taken out of commission... there is a new jedi master around here!”
“Surely, you jest.”
“Oh no. You’ve been usurped from your throne of lies.”
“You don’t even know what usurped means.”
“Nether do you!”
“Do so!”
“Prove it!”
Zelda looks around the room with her eyes thinned to slits as Crystal glares at her with a smug as hell expression on her face. Zelda doesn’t say a word, she just stands up staring at Crystal before she suddenly pulls out her lime green lightsaber and takes a swipe at Crystal that Crystal easily blocks with hers and they stand there with their swords clashed and move in close to talk to each other straight in the eyes.
“How do you even have your lightsaber here in the hospital?”
“I have my ways. You know you can’t beat me.”
“I wasn’t here to beat you... I was here to get you to stop moping around and join me... come back to the darkside. Together we can defeat Roxi Johnson.... also...”
Crystal brings her lightsaber down looks at Zelda with some caring eyes.
“I just want to see my best friend smile again. I never want to see you like that again, so I’m going to bail you out from this joint and take you to have some real fun before the show.”
Zelda doesn’t even have to think about it.
“Alright. Deal. On both accounts.”
“EMF?”
“I’ll get the stamp!”
“And I’ll handle the pink lamborghini. Lets roll!”
Fade out as Crystal and Zelda bail out of the hospital room, however Zelda does manage to club Crystal in the back of the knee with her lightsaber before they exit the room, apparently payback for the stylus to the forehead earlier.
“For the last time... no.”
From the confines of her hospital bed Zelda rolls her eyes at the police officer standing over her with his notepad out, asking questions. She turns away and lets out a very annoyed sigh and the cop as well is getting rather annoyed with her defiant attitude right now. He scribbles something on his pad, then tips his hat as he takes his leave. The very second that he walks out the door, Adam comes rushing into the room to check on his sister. When Zelda notices him she lowers her head and closes her eyes trying not to look at him.
“Are you out of your fucking mind, or are you just stupid!?”
“It was an accident.”
“An accident? AN ACCIDENT!? Everybody knows you don’t drink when you take a handful of painkillers. Furthermore, how long has this been going on, because I’m not buying that crap that you just now started taking those things.”
“...since I dislocated my shoulder.”
“THREE YEARS!? That is ridiculous Zelda! They had to pump your stomach, they said you were dangerously close to dying!”
“...”
Adam throws his arms up in shock as Zelda turns away in the bed and puts her back to him as Adam begins pacing back and forth in total disbelief, mumbling something to himself, that we don’t quite get to catch but it’s obviously making him angry, until suddenly Kelly comes into the room and grabs Adam by the arm and looking up at him with her big caring eyes.
“Adam. Calm down. I don’t think you angry right now is going to help her. Can’t you see that?”
“It’s just that... I almost lost...”
“Stop. I’m not the one you should be telling that to.”
Kelly shoves Adam by the arm and turns him to look at his sister laying there in the hospital bed. Adam nods his head in agreement and gives his wife a pat on the shoulder to tell her thank you before he heads over and takes one of the chairs in the room to have a seat next to his sister’s bed. There, he forces her to turn over and look at him and sees the tears that are falling from her eyes.
“I’m sorry Z... I was just so worried about you. I’ve spent the last five years of my life beating myself over the fact that I didn’t notice what was going on... that I failed to protect you, that I wasn’t there when you needed me the most and then I got this call telling me that you were in danger of not making it.... It just came out and it’s just because I don’t want to lose you. I had to read that note once, I don’t want to see the results.”
“I swear. I was an accident. I wouldn’t do that to you, not after all you’ve done.”
“I believe you, but I just want to know, why have you been taking those things for so long, why have you been doing this to yourself?”
Zelda doesn’t say a word to answer the question at first, she just closes her eyes and bites her bottom lip trying to not do so. Adam however isn’t going to let this go and instead puts his hand on her cheek and encourages her to speak to him.
“Z. I have to know.”
“It hurts...”
“What does?”
“EVERYTHING!”
“Look Z, I know you’ve not had it easy... ever... but it couldn’t possibly be that...”
“How would you know?”
“Everybody has it rough sometimes Z, we deal with it.”
“You never had to deal with “him” touching you like he did me or hitting you, you never had people who acted all nice and like a sweet caring person to you up to the moment where they got what they wanted and then bounced. You’ve never had to listen to the names others called you because of it. You don’t know what it’s like... having people use you just to throw you away without a second thought! It just hurts ok?! The pills made me feel better, made me forget about all that for a while... I thought everything was going great with Xavier, and then he dumped me just because I wanted to spend time with him, if you know a way to just “deal” with that, then you tell me!”
“If I could fix everything that ever hurt you Zelda, I would... You just have to learn how to move past all that. I know one thing that won’t help... nearly accidently killing yourself.”
Zelda closes her eyes again as she tucks her chin towards her chest, trying to hide her feelings again while taking a deep breath before turning over back to having her back facing Adam instead of her face. Adam is going to try and talk to her again but a hand is rested on his shoulder, a doctor, who calls for Adam to follow him outside the door, so they can talk without Zelda hearing.
“Mr. Knight, it’s come to my attention that you take care of your sister?”
“I’ve been looking after her since she was 16. Why?”
“Has it ever been suggested that you should seek professional help for Sydney?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to put her through something like that, she’s been through enough...”
“Mr. Knight, I can’t force you to do anything but I think it’s time that you reevaluated that assessment. Your sister is in a place right now where I think something like that could help prevent current issues from intensifying.”
“I know...”
Adam turns back around and looks through the glass on the door towards where his sister is lying, now with Kelly talking to her trying to comfort her. Adam nods his head as he replies to the doctor and from there goes silent.
So suddenly I have to spend my every waking moment talking about video games?
I hate to break it to you... but I’m a real person... not a caricature, I totally didn’t look that word up in the thesaurus, of one.
I’m not a 80’s to mid 90’s wrestler, I don’t have to wear bell bottoms to the ring and dance around while wearing a polyester suit to prove that I am an avid fan of Disco music. I don’t have to have a little sombrero painted onto my tights to prove that I’m hispanic, I don’t have to pretend to throw a football 80 yards downfield to prove that I’m perfect.
Why? Because I am not fake. Which is a good about being a real life breathing human being, I can be seen doing other things in my life without a video game controller in my hands.
I’m not pretend.
I don’t fight fifty feet tall mutant cyborgs from mars, because those sorta things aren’t real.
That’s what makes me special. I didn’t have to bombard people’s ears with “pwns” and “leeeeroy Jenkins” cries to get attention. I grabbed the imaginations of people around the world by being Zelda Knite, I took the world by storm because I was me and I didn’t shy away from that. From waving a light saber around, from larping with Rob Diamond, from dressing as my supervillain alter ego “Lady Dominicus”... I was there, doing things my way and just being me, acting like a real being. I wasn’t born on another planet, I don’t have a tool belt full of gadgets.
But I guess if I wanted to be some kind of imaginary person... I could if I wanted... heck I could make all kinds of claims about traveling back from the future with an older version of Trent Helms managing me if I really wanted to...
but then again, I usually attempt to not sound bat crap insane.
Unlike one of us.
And yes... maybe I am ashamed of myself, maybe I am trying to escape from my past... but that’s only because I realized what I was doing to myself was hurting more than helping. So that’s suddenly a knock on somebody’s character? From what I recall.. isn’t usually growing as a person considered a good thing, I mean unless you live in this bubble where everything has to stay the same and be perfect all the time and if that’s the case... it was the moops!
I hate it about me... I hate how I can’t ever seem to make a good decision out of the ring, but you know what? That doesn’t matter to what happens in a match, it has no bearing on if I’m better than you inside a ring... amazing how that works huh?
I was a kid trying to escape the realities of having nobody in my life and turned to the company of the guys who would show me attention... yes, dumb and foolish... yes I still make terrible mistakes when it comes to men today, but it’s not like it was before because I grew up... sorta. I’ve tried to bury it, and that didn’t work, so now I’m just going to put it behind me and keeping driving forwards.
Furthermore... maybe you should also try to not talk out of both sides of your mouth when you’re up against me... kinda makes you look dumb. So tell me, what is it? Am I the most accomplished wrestler that you’ve ever had to face off against and the toughest test of your career or am I just another match that has no real meaning to you? And before you answer that, let me point out that you were the one who apparently went through every promo I’ve done with CPW to try and count all my video game references... so you obviously care quite a bit. Oh right... I’m supposed to be too much of an idiot to see that backwards kind of talking....
crap. I forgot I was supposed to be the ignorant high school dropout... here let me get back into character.
You smell like Bowser’s toe warts! HeeHee!
Is that what you expect from me in every promo? Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry, I’m not the brightest person but that doesn’t mean I have to pretend to be slobbering mental patient either just for your entertainment... I’ve done enough things in my life just for other people’s entertainment.
Hey look, I can make the “Zelda is a whore” jokes myself.
You know something really caught my attention in all the weird crap you said... you made a reference to the previous company I was in. Now correct me if I’m wrong here, because surely my dumb Texas brain could have missed some big information here... weren’t you there too? Weren’t you the wife of Hall of Famer Ricky Johnson.... and didn’t you have twin children? So. Mrs. “You have to always stick with your character”.... where is that Roxi Johnson at? Apparently I’m not allowed for one minute to not make a video game reference, but you’re allowed to suddenly start running around as Aquaman?
Which it’s kinda funny that you bring up NCW, since you just did your best “The Ace” impersonation.
“Me: I want this more than you.
You: na uh, i want it more.”
Good job there.
And yes... I did steal the NCW World title on the final show and managed to piss off a large amount of wrestlers in the back who fought for many years to just get a shot at the belt when all I had to do was cash in my boyfriend’s title shot and sneak a victory against a man who could barely walk, then proceeded to act like it was a huge accomplishment that would define me the rest of my career...
YOLO!
You know what I’m starting to figure out... I think somebody is a bit jelly.
I’m young, I’m talented, and everybody pays attention to every move I make and you can’t stand it. You just wish everybody would pay you any mind like they do for me, you just wish everybody would look at you the same way they look at me... when the fans are chanting my name as I stage dive into them after a win, when the news reports are flashing headlines about my everyday life... when you see the list of things I’ve done in my career and see that you don’t come anywhere near that level of success....
When you see all that.. you know you’re looking at the BEST. EVER. and it drives you crazy!
That’s why you blatantly started imitating my geeky-ness and just totally forgot about the whole having two kids and a husband thing. That’s why you listened to every word I’ve said up to this point just to try and find some kind of exploit to justify yourself... justify the decisions you’re making, justify having to completely change yourself to just stand a chance against me...
Make me your comic book supervillain Roxi. Do it. I want you to, because when you do you’ll realize that I was there first. I was a Sith master before you were Hawk Girl, I was tipping over hot dog stands to cause chaos among the masses as Lady Dominicus before you were Ms. Marvel... no matter what you try to be, no matter what you hope to accomplish... be that being a comic book character, a geeky gamer, a pop culture nerd or a professional wrestling world champion...
I WAS THERE FIRST...
AND I DID IT BETTER!
That’s why I’m the best, that’s why nobody compares, that’s why every single person who has ever stood up against me has been pwned.
It’s ok to be jelly of all I’ve done, and all I’ve overcome to get to this point.
Most people are.
You want to argue my claim at being the best ever... go right ahead. It’s not like anything you say holds any merit. Yeah, I was way too close to losing to Vargas... so what? Does the best always win? No, you’d think somebody who pretends to be Captain Planet would understand that. Batman got his back broken by Bane, Superman has had his bouts with kryptonite... news flash... it happens! If you think losing some random tag team match was going to get inside my head and turn me upside down, then you’re the one who is off her rocker.
Heck, losing this match, doesn’t disprove my claims, doesn’t do anything to my abilities to call myself the greatest female wrestler to ever live. I’m not going to use any patented Steiner match to go on this long rant about how you have a less than fifty percent chance at winning this match, but I will tell you that you winning... proves nothing. If you win, it’ll be because I came up short, it will be because Zelda Knite missed a golden opportunity, it will be because Zelda Knite failed... and you know it. I’m the headline, I’m the show stealer, I’m the ratings grab... it’s why CPW made the huge press announcement when I signed, it’s why you got nothing.
It’s not about wins, or loses, or even title victories... titles are just a measure, like a stat in sports that makes it easier to prove a point... I am better than you, because I have the high score... it’s my name initials on the top of the arcade machine... one loss isn’t going to change that, not to you, not to Vargas, not to anybody.
You can try to be better than me all you want, you can act like you’re a better person, like you’re a better character.. whatever you want but just ask yourself what happened to all those others who thought they could do just that? I wouldn’t be sitting here being called the BEST. EVER. if I didn’t typically come out on top in those situations and yes I’m aware there is another sex joke waiting right there.
I’ve made a legacy for myself off the people who thought they could be better for that one night, off people who thought for this one match they could finally give 110% and go all out against me and nobody else and I’ve watched as they fell flat on their face... Don’t feel special, because I don’t need a “big match” to give it my everything, I’ll face you just like I faced Angel Kash... and I’ll beat you just the same as a result...
That’s why this is my legend...
and why you’re just coming along for the ride.[/i]
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Zelda sits on the edge of her bed, handing the doctor her release form before he exits the room and she waits for her ride home with her hands on her head as she thinks about all that has been happening. However, this time of reflection doesn’t last long because suddenly she’s hit in the head with a Nintendo DS stylus. Zelda jerks her head up and sees Crystal standing there smiling... holding a neon pink lightsaber.
“Crystal... that hurt... also... is that a lightsaber.”
“Oh yea, you better believe it... because you see, now that Darth Militis has been taken out of commission... there is a new jedi master around here!”
“Surely, you jest.”
“Oh no. You’ve been usurped from your throne of lies.”
“You don’t even know what usurped means.”
“Nether do you!”
“Do so!”
“Prove it!”
Zelda looks around the room with her eyes thinned to slits as Crystal glares at her with a smug as hell expression on her face. Zelda doesn’t say a word, she just stands up staring at Crystal before she suddenly pulls out her lime green lightsaber and takes a swipe at Crystal that Crystal easily blocks with hers and they stand there with their swords clashed and move in close to talk to each other straight in the eyes.
“How do you even have your lightsaber here in the hospital?”
“I have my ways. You know you can’t beat me.”
“I wasn’t here to beat you... I was here to get you to stop moping around and join me... come back to the darkside. Together we can defeat Roxi Johnson.... also...”
Crystal brings her lightsaber down looks at Zelda with some caring eyes.
“I just want to see my best friend smile again. I never want to see you like that again, so I’m going to bail you out from this joint and take you to have some real fun before the show.”
Zelda doesn’t even have to think about it.
“Alright. Deal. On both accounts.”
“EMF?”
“I’ll get the stamp!”
“And I’ll handle the pink lamborghini. Lets roll!”
Fade out as Crystal and Zelda bail out of the hospital room, however Zelda does manage to club Crystal in the back of the knee with her lightsaber before they exit the room, apparently payback for the stylus to the forehead earlier.
