Post by Zelda on Jun 4, 2013 21:09:24 GMT -5
[Zelda walks towards Adam’s truck sitting in the parking lot in front of the CPW headquarters where she grabs the phone she left behind off the dashboard and looks where it says she has several new messages, which is screaming at her to listen to them with rabid flashes of color. She pushes for her voicemail and begins listening to them one by one for a minute before heading back to where she was at.]
“How could you do that to Alex?!”
“You’re such a whore.”
“Does everything have to be about you?”
“You have no right to hold that belt!”
“That wasn’t your shot!”
“You ruined the final NCW show!”
“How could you disrespect that belt like that?”
“You b#tch!”
“I hope you f###ing die!”
[Zelda giggles softly as she smiles from ear to ear, she makes a quick motion and soon she just mass erases every message she has on her phone. She turns around and practically skips away in pure happiness.]
My phone has been ringing off the hook.
Between the wrestling promoters who have been trying to get me to sigh with their companies since that night because they need a good ratings boost and the rabid mob of former wrestlers I used to work with calling me to tell me how awful of a person I am for winning the World title at the final NCW show, I think I get a call every two minutes or so. Last night I got one at midnight from some guy who wanted to tell me how he hopes I die, and made comments about how my vagina swallows all happiness in the world... it was cute how mad he was at something he had nothing to do with. I didn’t apologize though, and I will never will, never ever. I have nothing to be ashamed over, I won that match fair and square one, two, three... and here I am with a new fat contract from Mr. Reagan and I don’t have a single care in the world. I have a job, a great boyfriend, and my Zombies, i don’t need anything from any of those people who are just jelly because they weren’t the final world champion and I was.
People just hate me because they can.
Because I get a lot of attention for being a cute girl who happens to be a huge geek.
Because I was trained to not fight like a girl by a world famous wrestler, and don’t act like a “diva” in the ring.
People hate me because I’m Zelda Knite
The more things change...the more they stay the same huh?
Guess what... Zelda Knite is back baby!
“You weren’t gone, you didn’t go anywhere. You literally didn’t wrestle for a week.”
Shut up Adam, get out of here.
“Whatever.”
Like I was saying, it feels great to be back and with my very own CPW contract! I bet none of you saw that coming huh? You were all like freaking out and stuff when my music hit, the Zombies were on their feet and we got down to some real action. Me kicking the crud out of Angel Kash... ahhh just like the good old days. I’d be a big fat liar if I said it didn’t feel good to make my debut in CPW in such a dramatic fashion, because it felt amazing... all eyes were on me, nobody could believe it because it wasn’t advertised and yet here I was. The last ever NCW champion walking up into CPW and winning her very first match, that’s a night I won’t ever forget. Let me take this brief moment to thank Maria for allowing me to do that, and thank you to Mr. Reagan who despite having questionable mental health was willing to take the video game princess in and give her a job.
Now onto the real meat of this monologue.
The next round of the Siren’s title tournament.
Mercedes Vargas...
We meet... yet again.
Remember that whole thing about the more things changing that I said like twenty seconds ago, well it totally applies here. I mean.. really? You again? How many times do we have to fight? Anyway, at least it’s somebody I’m familiar with, somebody I’m used to facing, somebody who will totally and utterly bore me to death... wait, that’s not a good thing. Sorry. Hey, Mercedes... I know you’ve never shown a penchant for loving video games, so how about you go on some long tangent comparing me to some game that I’m amazed you’ve even played like you usually attempt to do? Or how about you go on some long speech about the history of my career like you’re some kind of ESPN stat tracker instead of a real person with real interests other than my life and what I’ve done.
I swear sometimes you're like a creepy stalker.
Hey, what did I have for supper last night?
Yes. That’s seriously how I feel sometimes listening to you go on and on about what happened here and what happened there like you’re keeping a journal of every single on of your opponant’s histories and decide to just repeat it at them as a form of trash talking. Hey, Mercedes let me give you a pro tip, free of charge... I already know! I accomplished it, I lost a match, I was there, I was witnessing it... I don’t need to know about it again, I can’t double know something! The whole thing is absurd is what it is.
You know what else is absurd? The fact I have to tell you this.
But you won’t care. I know you. You’ll just spin this around back at me telling me what I already said in the process and then proceed to act smarter while patronizing everything I just said in an attempt to make me look dumb.
I don’t need your help for that.
Wait... danggit.
Look, we all know the differences between you and me Mercedes. I’m young and ditzy with a lot of hot air in her head and tends to let her emotions get away from here where you’re cool, collected and are nothing but poised at all times. Elegant, classy, not southern trash... I get it... on paper you’re completely a better person than me in every way... but you fail to realize what can’t be written on paper, what can’t be taken at face value and what people have always looked over when they looked down at me and ridiculed me for who I am... my determination. I won’t ever give up, I won’t ever stop chasing that high score and I won’t ever let what anybody says about me slow me down, because that’s just not who I am. That’s not how Adam taught me to be. I was trained to be the best there is, I was trained to never give less than 115%, I was trained to never let how much stronger, bigger, poised another woman looks stop me from going out there and executing my game plan.
Yeah I’m a huge nerd, I spend a large amount of time on Star Wars online, I spend way too much time desperately trying to gain the approval of those around me... but that doesn’t mean that I don’t consider this sport the biggest part of my life.
Maybe you’re prettier, maybe you’re stronger, maybe you have more experience and you possibly have an accent that could melt the heart of every man who has ever watched a Mercedes Vargas promo, but I don’t care. You can call me any name you can think of, whore, beotch, white trash, redneck gutter slut... whatever you want to try and make yourself seem more important than I am and try to belittle me just like all the rest... but I won’t let that handcuff me, I won’t let that stop me.
I am the best ever.
I am the greatest female wrestler in the world.
Lets dispute that, you challenge that claim, don’t bother with any of my personal life.
Deal?
So do you really think you’re better than me? Do you really believe that you can one on one, cleanly beat me when I’m giving a match everything I’ve got? I don’t think you can, I don’t think you have what it takes to chase my high score. You see, sitting there at the top of the arcade box screen are my three initials “ZMK” and way down there is you.... not even on the list yet. You have a long way to go before you reach my heights you pointy headed goomba.
I signed in CPW for one reason... the be the first ever Siren’s champion. Nothing less, will be a complete disappointment for me and my career. If I don’t win this tournament... if I don’t walk out of the first pay per view as the first champion... I’ve already failed to meet the goals I set for myself. See, I’m so willing to prove that I’m the best ever, that I set my goal at the top, I set my sights on the biggest accomplishment. I won’t settle for second, I won’t settle for anything other than being the world champion because that’s what I do.
Thriving to always be the best...
You won’t stop me, you won’t stand in my way of that title belt. Alex Jones couldn’t stop me, nobody can stop me when I see something I want and this is definitely the next step of my career, the next thing I want. This is my game, this is a playground for me to accomplish all my wildest dreams, I will pwn you like a little n00b if you even think about standing in my way, and I won’t think twice about it. You can’t stop my pursuit for that belt...
because....
THIS IS MY LEGEND.
[Zelda walks into the house carrying with her one large championship belt thrown over her shoulder, a belt that looks far too big for a small woman to be carrying around but she is. The title is from a company that is now gone, but she was their last ever World champion, not women’s only world title, winning the belt the final night of NCW. Kelly, her sister-in-law, who has never seen eye to eye with Zelda cocks an eyebrow at the sight of her with it as Zelda stops and smiles before waving.]
Zelda: Hey Kelly. What’s up?
Kelly: Zelda? Do you just carry that thing around with you now?
Zelda: No, I had an autograph signing after I signed my CPW contract.
Kelly: And you brought that?
Zelda: Yeah I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show boat this thing around as much as possible, I was the last ever world champion. That’s something to celebrate you know.
Kelly: You stole it.
Zelda: I won it fair and square.
Kelly: He could barely stand up.
Zelda: It still counts.
Kelly: Technically. Still, you know that it was for one night right, and you took the title in a complete BS cash in of somebody else’s title shot and managed to luck out a victory over somebody who was both exhausted and beat up... that hardly is something to crow about like you just climbed Mt. Everest just to get into the title picture.
[Zelda and Kelly have obviously both gotten a bit irritated at the other at this point and are now in a period of awkward silence just staring at the other with stern expressions. Finally after a bit, Zelda breaks this up by smiling wide from ear to ear and bending forward, almost mocking Kelly with what she’s saying.]
Zelda: Sounds like somebody is jelly.
Kelly: I AM NOT!
[The pregnant Kelly stands up and slams her hands down on the coffee table as she leans forward to look at Zelda who is grinning at her cockily. Zelda doesn’t say a word, instead she just turns her head and smiles wider before giving Kelly a wink and turning around to head upstairs to her room. Kelly stands erect and lets out a quick, irritated grunt of frustration.]
Kelly: UGGGH, that girl!
Adam: What’s wrong now?
[Kelly spins around and sees her husband standing there, he was the one who brought Zelda back from her autograph signing and she just rolls her eyes at him as a response.]
Adam: Zelda getting on your nerves again? You should really just let it go.
Kelly: No, I won’t just let it go. You should have never let that decision stand, look at her running around here acting all superior to everybody lately. She thinks she’s God’s gift to wrestling or something. It’s ridiculous.
Adam: Come on, let her have her moment.
Kelly: I did... TWO GODDAMN WEEKS AGO! Now she needs to be brought back down to reality!
[Adam lets out a quick little laugh at his wife’s extent and walks towards her where he puts his hands on her shoulder and looks her in the eyes, trying to calm her down for the moment.]
Adam: Look. I know better than anybody that Zelda can be a bit unbearable at times, but she’s still just a kid...
Kelly: She’s 22!
Adam: Not all the time, “up there” and you know it. She’s excited, she’s happy about winning the belt and being the last world champion. She’ll come back to reality soon enough and whens he does she’ll see it as just a fluke moment where the stars aligned and you’ll never have to worry about it again.
Kelly: I hope you’re right because I can’t take this anymore... your sister is driving me crazy.
[Adam smiles at his wife and just pulls her closer to him while he wraps his arms around her in a loving embrace as they continue to discuss Zelda and her recent behavior. The camera pans up and we see Zelda standing at the top of the stairs staring down the two, still with the world title slung over her shoulder.]
Zelda: “I did earn this... I don’t care what anybody says.”
[Her smile turns to a frustrated look as she is almost pouting right now, she spins around and heads towards her bedroom, leaving us to fade to black and waiting for some more Zelda goodness a later day.]
OMG.
I wish for just once in her life Vargas could be original.
I mean it’s a broken record.... “it’s not your high score”, “you’re going to lose this game”. Just reminding the world that I love video games huh? I wonder if there is a person on this planet who didn’t realize that I’m a video game nerd? I wonder if there is a single person around who for a minute didn’t think that I was going to use my catchphrases... good job there. Really I mean, just really great job.
Wait.. maybe... maybe you’re taking my catchphrases for yourself...
danggit, I guess that means I need a new one.
Hmm..
How about this:
I don’t care what video game references you steal from me you pretentious asinine second rate excuse for a Siren! You can act all clever and witty, you can pretend that you’re something special, but I know who you are for real and I don’t have to prove to you what I’m capable of because as you said, you already know. I’m widely viewed as the top female wrestler in the world and that’s for a friggin good reason, this big gold belt over my shoulder, all the womens titles I’ve won, all the matches that I’ve humiliated people in...
You’re not going to beat me...
Nobody is.
Nobody can.
Certainly not you.
I AM THE...
BEST EVER. <--- Period!
.
.
.
WAIT! There, new catchphrase... Boom.
“How could you do that to Alex?!”
“You’re such a whore.”
“Does everything have to be about you?”
“You have no right to hold that belt!”
“That wasn’t your shot!”
“You ruined the final NCW show!”
“How could you disrespect that belt like that?”
“You b#tch!”
“I hope you f###ing die!”
[Zelda giggles softly as she smiles from ear to ear, she makes a quick motion and soon she just mass erases every message she has on her phone. She turns around and practically skips away in pure happiness.]
My phone has been ringing off the hook.
Between the wrestling promoters who have been trying to get me to sigh with their companies since that night because they need a good ratings boost and the rabid mob of former wrestlers I used to work with calling me to tell me how awful of a person I am for winning the World title at the final NCW show, I think I get a call every two minutes or so. Last night I got one at midnight from some guy who wanted to tell me how he hopes I die, and made comments about how my vagina swallows all happiness in the world... it was cute how mad he was at something he had nothing to do with. I didn’t apologize though, and I will never will, never ever. I have nothing to be ashamed over, I won that match fair and square one, two, three... and here I am with a new fat contract from Mr. Reagan and I don’t have a single care in the world. I have a job, a great boyfriend, and my Zombies, i don’t need anything from any of those people who are just jelly because they weren’t the final world champion and I was.
People just hate me because they can.
Because I get a lot of attention for being a cute girl who happens to be a huge geek.
Because I was trained to not fight like a girl by a world famous wrestler, and don’t act like a “diva” in the ring.
People hate me because I’m Zelda Knite
The more things change...the more they stay the same huh?
Guess what... Zelda Knite is back baby!
“You weren’t gone, you didn’t go anywhere. You literally didn’t wrestle for a week.”
Shut up Adam, get out of here.
“Whatever.”
Like I was saying, it feels great to be back and with my very own CPW contract! I bet none of you saw that coming huh? You were all like freaking out and stuff when my music hit, the Zombies were on their feet and we got down to some real action. Me kicking the crud out of Angel Kash... ahhh just like the good old days. I’d be a big fat liar if I said it didn’t feel good to make my debut in CPW in such a dramatic fashion, because it felt amazing... all eyes were on me, nobody could believe it because it wasn’t advertised and yet here I was. The last ever NCW champion walking up into CPW and winning her very first match, that’s a night I won’t ever forget. Let me take this brief moment to thank Maria for allowing me to do that, and thank you to Mr. Reagan who despite having questionable mental health was willing to take the video game princess in and give her a job.
Now onto the real meat of this monologue.
The next round of the Siren’s title tournament.
Mercedes Vargas...
We meet... yet again.
Remember that whole thing about the more things changing that I said like twenty seconds ago, well it totally applies here. I mean.. really? You again? How many times do we have to fight? Anyway, at least it’s somebody I’m familiar with, somebody I’m used to facing, somebody who will totally and utterly bore me to death... wait, that’s not a good thing. Sorry. Hey, Mercedes... I know you’ve never shown a penchant for loving video games, so how about you go on some long tangent comparing me to some game that I’m amazed you’ve even played like you usually attempt to do? Or how about you go on some long speech about the history of my career like you’re some kind of ESPN stat tracker instead of a real person with real interests other than my life and what I’ve done.
I swear sometimes you're like a creepy stalker.
Hey, what did I have for supper last night?
Yes. That’s seriously how I feel sometimes listening to you go on and on about what happened here and what happened there like you’re keeping a journal of every single on of your opponant’s histories and decide to just repeat it at them as a form of trash talking. Hey, Mercedes let me give you a pro tip, free of charge... I already know! I accomplished it, I lost a match, I was there, I was witnessing it... I don’t need to know about it again, I can’t double know something! The whole thing is absurd is what it is.
You know what else is absurd? The fact I have to tell you this.
But you won’t care. I know you. You’ll just spin this around back at me telling me what I already said in the process and then proceed to act smarter while patronizing everything I just said in an attempt to make me look dumb.
I don’t need your help for that.
Wait... danggit.
Look, we all know the differences between you and me Mercedes. I’m young and ditzy with a lot of hot air in her head and tends to let her emotions get away from here where you’re cool, collected and are nothing but poised at all times. Elegant, classy, not southern trash... I get it... on paper you’re completely a better person than me in every way... but you fail to realize what can’t be written on paper, what can’t be taken at face value and what people have always looked over when they looked down at me and ridiculed me for who I am... my determination. I won’t ever give up, I won’t ever stop chasing that high score and I won’t ever let what anybody says about me slow me down, because that’s just not who I am. That’s not how Adam taught me to be. I was trained to be the best there is, I was trained to never give less than 115%, I was trained to never let how much stronger, bigger, poised another woman looks stop me from going out there and executing my game plan.
Yeah I’m a huge nerd, I spend a large amount of time on Star Wars online, I spend way too much time desperately trying to gain the approval of those around me... but that doesn’t mean that I don’t consider this sport the biggest part of my life.
Maybe you’re prettier, maybe you’re stronger, maybe you have more experience and you possibly have an accent that could melt the heart of every man who has ever watched a Mercedes Vargas promo, but I don’t care. You can call me any name you can think of, whore, beotch, white trash, redneck gutter slut... whatever you want to try and make yourself seem more important than I am and try to belittle me just like all the rest... but I won’t let that handcuff me, I won’t let that stop me.
I am the best ever.
I am the greatest female wrestler in the world.
Lets dispute that, you challenge that claim, don’t bother with any of my personal life.
Deal?
So do you really think you’re better than me? Do you really believe that you can one on one, cleanly beat me when I’m giving a match everything I’ve got? I don’t think you can, I don’t think you have what it takes to chase my high score. You see, sitting there at the top of the arcade box screen are my three initials “ZMK” and way down there is you.... not even on the list yet. You have a long way to go before you reach my heights you pointy headed goomba.
I signed in CPW for one reason... the be the first ever Siren’s champion. Nothing less, will be a complete disappointment for me and my career. If I don’t win this tournament... if I don’t walk out of the first pay per view as the first champion... I’ve already failed to meet the goals I set for myself. See, I’m so willing to prove that I’m the best ever, that I set my goal at the top, I set my sights on the biggest accomplishment. I won’t settle for second, I won’t settle for anything other than being the world champion because that’s what I do.
Thriving to always be the best...
You won’t stop me, you won’t stand in my way of that title belt. Alex Jones couldn’t stop me, nobody can stop me when I see something I want and this is definitely the next step of my career, the next thing I want. This is my game, this is a playground for me to accomplish all my wildest dreams, I will pwn you like a little n00b if you even think about standing in my way, and I won’t think twice about it. You can’t stop my pursuit for that belt...
because....
THIS IS MY LEGEND.
[Zelda walks into the house carrying with her one large championship belt thrown over her shoulder, a belt that looks far too big for a small woman to be carrying around but she is. The title is from a company that is now gone, but she was their last ever World champion, not women’s only world title, winning the belt the final night of NCW. Kelly, her sister-in-law, who has never seen eye to eye with Zelda cocks an eyebrow at the sight of her with it as Zelda stops and smiles before waving.]
Zelda: Hey Kelly. What’s up?
Kelly: Zelda? Do you just carry that thing around with you now?
Zelda: No, I had an autograph signing after I signed my CPW contract.
Kelly: And you brought that?
Zelda: Yeah I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to show boat this thing around as much as possible, I was the last ever world champion. That’s something to celebrate you know.
Kelly: You stole it.
Zelda: I won it fair and square.
Kelly: He could barely stand up.
Zelda: It still counts.
Kelly: Technically. Still, you know that it was for one night right, and you took the title in a complete BS cash in of somebody else’s title shot and managed to luck out a victory over somebody who was both exhausted and beat up... that hardly is something to crow about like you just climbed Mt. Everest just to get into the title picture.
[Zelda and Kelly have obviously both gotten a bit irritated at the other at this point and are now in a period of awkward silence just staring at the other with stern expressions. Finally after a bit, Zelda breaks this up by smiling wide from ear to ear and bending forward, almost mocking Kelly with what she’s saying.]
Zelda: Sounds like somebody is jelly.
Kelly: I AM NOT!
[The pregnant Kelly stands up and slams her hands down on the coffee table as she leans forward to look at Zelda who is grinning at her cockily. Zelda doesn’t say a word, instead she just turns her head and smiles wider before giving Kelly a wink and turning around to head upstairs to her room. Kelly stands erect and lets out a quick, irritated grunt of frustration.]
Kelly: UGGGH, that girl!
Adam: What’s wrong now?
[Kelly spins around and sees her husband standing there, he was the one who brought Zelda back from her autograph signing and she just rolls her eyes at him as a response.]
Adam: Zelda getting on your nerves again? You should really just let it go.
Kelly: No, I won’t just let it go. You should have never let that decision stand, look at her running around here acting all superior to everybody lately. She thinks she’s God’s gift to wrestling or something. It’s ridiculous.
Adam: Come on, let her have her moment.
Kelly: I did... TWO GODDAMN WEEKS AGO! Now she needs to be brought back down to reality!
[Adam lets out a quick little laugh at his wife’s extent and walks towards her where he puts his hands on her shoulder and looks her in the eyes, trying to calm her down for the moment.]
Adam: Look. I know better than anybody that Zelda can be a bit unbearable at times, but she’s still just a kid...
Kelly: She’s 22!
Adam: Not all the time, “up there” and you know it. She’s excited, she’s happy about winning the belt and being the last world champion. She’ll come back to reality soon enough and whens he does she’ll see it as just a fluke moment where the stars aligned and you’ll never have to worry about it again.
Kelly: I hope you’re right because I can’t take this anymore... your sister is driving me crazy.
[Adam smiles at his wife and just pulls her closer to him while he wraps his arms around her in a loving embrace as they continue to discuss Zelda and her recent behavior. The camera pans up and we see Zelda standing at the top of the stairs staring down the two, still with the world title slung over her shoulder.]
Zelda: “I did earn this... I don’t care what anybody says.”
[Her smile turns to a frustrated look as she is almost pouting right now, she spins around and heads towards her bedroom, leaving us to fade to black and waiting for some more Zelda goodness a later day.]
OMG.
I wish for just once in her life Vargas could be original.
I mean it’s a broken record.... “it’s not your high score”, “you’re going to lose this game”. Just reminding the world that I love video games huh? I wonder if there is a person on this planet who didn’t realize that I’m a video game nerd? I wonder if there is a single person around who for a minute didn’t think that I was going to use my catchphrases... good job there. Really I mean, just really great job.
Wait.. maybe... maybe you’re taking my catchphrases for yourself...
danggit, I guess that means I need a new one.
Hmm..
How about this:
I don’t care what video game references you steal from me you pretentious asinine second rate excuse for a Siren! You can act all clever and witty, you can pretend that you’re something special, but I know who you are for real and I don’t have to prove to you what I’m capable of because as you said, you already know. I’m widely viewed as the top female wrestler in the world and that’s for a friggin good reason, this big gold belt over my shoulder, all the womens titles I’ve won, all the matches that I’ve humiliated people in...
You’re not going to beat me...
Nobody is.
Nobody can.
Certainly not you.
I AM THE...
BEST EVER. <--- Period!
.
.
.
WAIT! There, new catchphrase... Boom.
