Post by Zelda on Jun 21, 2013 20:16:19 GMT -5
-OPENING: THURSDAY-
The news hit her like a well place shotgun blast to a zombie’s chest as she sat there on the edge of her bed in total shock at what was just said on the opposite side of her phone. Xavier’s words are ringing through her ears, she’s in complete disbelief at what she’s hearing. She holds the phone to her ear trying to make words out of her thoughts as her lips quiver and her mind goes blank... she can only scarcely scratch out a simple reply.
“Are... are you breaking up with me?”
The confirmation by Xavier Cross on the other end is the previously mentioned shotgun blast. She hangs up the phone and stares blankly at nothing in particular as she tries to take this in, tries to make sense of this. Tears begins to roll out of her eyes, as she tries to breathe and stop this reaction but she can’t help it before too long. She grabs her pillow nearby and dives under it putting it over the back of her head as she begins crying into her mattress for comfort.
-SCENE 1: CRYSTAL ARRIVES-
Crystal Hilton, the long time friend of Zelda and tag team partner in the team of “EMF” happily skips up the stairs towards Zelda’s room on the second floor. She comes towards the door and gives it a quick knock but gets no response to come in. Knowing that her and Zelda were supposed to meet this afternoon, she barges into the room to see Zelda sitting on the edge of her bed, gaming headphones in her ears and a video game controller in her hands. Crystal walks over and pulls the headphones on her right ear back and lets them go, snapping them back against the side of Zelda’s head like a jerk.
“Oww! Crystal, what the heck?”
“Zelda, it’s 4 pm why aren’t you dressed? I thought we were going out tonight.”
“I don’t feel like it. I just want to be alone.”
There was no way Crystal was about to let that happen. She gives her best friend a curious look and instantly knows something is up as Zelda turns away from her and goes right back to staring at the television screen across her room.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Zelda.”
“Crystal.”
“I’m your best friend, I know when something is up. Now tell me.”
Zelda doesn’t say a word as she continues playing her video game and Crystal stands there tapping her foot in frustration as she stares at her friend’s somber expression. Zelda finally gets to a point where she can save her game, does so, then pauses before turning back to face her best friend.
“He broke up with me.”
As she says the words she lowers her head and she closes her eyes as she begins taking deep breaths. Her best friend appears to be in shock at this sudden announcement and reaches forward to place her hand on her friend’s shoulder in comfort but Zelda quickly pushes it away.
“I’m fine Crystal. I’ve been broken up with plenty of times. Not like it’s anything new to me...”
“You can’t fool me, I’m your bestfriend, I can tell when you’re hiding your feelings.”
“Seriously. I just want to sit here and play “The Last of Us.” I’m fine.”
“I’m not buying that girl. You need something to cheer you up. You need to get right back up and show him that you don’t need him to be happy. Lets get you Dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to hit some clubs... we’re going to party all night! You’ve been holed up in here and dating old prudes for too long, you need me to show you what you’ve been missing, EMF style!”
Crystal seems really excited about this idea, but this is clearly not Zelda’s idea of a thrilling night, nor does it seem to fit her style but Crystal at the same time doesn’t seem like she’s going to take no for an answer. Crystal takes Zelda by the arm and pulls her off the bed and dragging her towards her closet.
“Now lets find you something really sexy to wear... and you’re leaving those goddamn arm warmers here at the house. Oh and those thigh high striped sock things you wear... no. Lets get you ready.”
Crystal pulls Zelda away from the bed fully now, smiling the whole time, but what she doesn’t notice is the small orange pill bottle that lays on the bed next to where Zelda was sitting.
-SCENE 2: AT THE CLUB-
The strobe lights flash on and off as the sounds of modern day hit pop songs ring throughout the large club that Crystal has dragged Zelda to. She and Crystal are dancing and talking to a group of handsome men as Crystal keeps nudging Zelda to imply that she should make a move on one of them and Zelda just giggles loudly in response.
”So what do you think? Great or what?”
“*giggles again* It’s cool.”
“So I think Robert over there is really digging you... you should get another dance in.”
“Oh ok..*giggles* Which one is Robert?”
Zelda tries to turn around to see where this person is but as she does her legs aren’t cooperating as she stumbles forward and lands right in the arms of Crystal who holds her up and helps her to stay standing. Zelda giggles more about this before she rests her head on Crystal’s shoulder, closes her eyes and in an instant looks like she’s asleep. Crystal nudges her and Zelda stands straight up and smiles, like she’s not all there at the moment.
“Z? You alright?”
“Yeah just tripped, I’m going to get more to umm... drunk.. I mean drink.”
Zelda spins around and staggers away towards the bar to grab another drink and Crystal shrugging it off as having a bit too much to drink goes back to finishing her dance moves. After several minutes and no sigh of Zelda returning Crystal walks off the dance floor, taking a break from showing off her moves and heads back to check on her best friend who she notices is now sitting at a table. Crystal observes Zelda lean forward and lay her head down on the table right after she shoos away another guy who is trying to hit on her. Crystal rolls her eyes and walks over and sits down on the couch.
“Why did you leave the dance floor, I thought you were having fun?”
“I think I was.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“...”
“Zelda?”
Crystal takes her best friend and pulls her off the table and leans her back on the couch, Zelda’s eyes are glossy and her breathing is heavy and slow as she just glares forward at nothing. Crystal snaps her fingers next to Zelda’s ear and only Zelda’s eyes turn in that direction as she looks totally out of it.
“Zelda, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know... *breath* nothing... *breath* I’m fine...”
Zelda stands up and turns around, looking to go somewhere... perhaps even she doesn’t realize where but either way she can’t go far with Crystal grabbing her arm from behind and pulling her back. Zelda’s head slumps forward as she continues to struggle to catch her breath as she turns around.
“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit... You don’t look good.”
“I told you I’m fine!”
Zelda jerks her arm away from Crystal and spins around, but only gets one step away before she grabs her chest and looks like she begins to dry heave as she tries to talk, struggling with every syllable, Zelda tries to take another step but her eyes roll into the back of her head as she stumbles forward.
“Crystal..... help....”
And with that Zelda falls forward onto her knees and then onto the floor. The club stops in it’s tracks as Crystal screams out in panic and runs to her friend. She turns Zelda over and checks on her as she begins screaming.
”HELP! Somebody call 911! HELP HER PLEASE!”
People rush around in a panic as they circle around where Zelda has fallen and the bartender runs for the phone. Crystal begins crying as she holds Zelda’s head up and that’s where our story for the night ends...
****PRESS RELEASE****
It’s being reported on most major wrestling news sites that professional wrestler and multiple time world champion Sydney Knight better known as her ring name, Zelda Knite, has been rushed to a local area hospital. Information at the moment is scarce but early reports are speculating the cause is an overdose due to ingestion of alcohol after taking prescription pain medication.
It is unclear at the moment if it was an attempt at suicide by the troubled star, but more information will be revealed as the evidence is examined and local officials make an official statement on the matter.
Championship Pro Wrestling, Knight’s current employer, has yet to answer any inquiries concerning their superstar Siren which was considered a major signing for the young company several weeks ago. Check back periodically as more news on the matter slowly comes to light.
The news hit her like a well place shotgun blast to a zombie’s chest as she sat there on the edge of her bed in total shock at what was just said on the opposite side of her phone. Xavier’s words are ringing through her ears, she’s in complete disbelief at what she’s hearing. She holds the phone to her ear trying to make words out of her thoughts as her lips quiver and her mind goes blank... she can only scarcely scratch out a simple reply.
“Are... are you breaking up with me?”
The confirmation by Xavier Cross on the other end is the previously mentioned shotgun blast. She hangs up the phone and stares blankly at nothing in particular as she tries to take this in, tries to make sense of this. Tears begins to roll out of her eyes, as she tries to breathe and stop this reaction but she can’t help it before too long. She grabs her pillow nearby and dives under it putting it over the back of her head as she begins crying into her mattress for comfort.
Roxi.. I’m sorry.. I’m afraid I have some bad news.
I’m breaking up the tag team.
I’m sorry, I know how much this team meant to you but this week we’re facing off against each other for the Siren’s championship and I just can’t have the feelings of us being a tag team and being forced to fight each other getting in the way of me winning this match. I really am sorry about having to do this, but you just don’t understand, I can’t have anything clouding my judgment, I can’t have a close friendship getting in the way of me and my goals...
I need this...
More than you realize. More than I could ever hope to fully explain, or than you could ever understand. It’s not just wrestling to me, it’s not just a match to me, it’s something more, it’s something far more important... it’s about a high score, about fitting in, about finding a place...
It’s going to be the biggest moment in women’s wrestling in CPW.
The culmination of the tournament to crown the first ever Siren’s Champion.
History will be made, one person walks into this event as a Siren and the other walks out... as a forgotten page in the history books of the title. The person to lose the first ever title match, the person that got all the way there just to fall short of their ambitions. One woman walks out Mario and the other remains in the shadows as Luigi, waiting for their big turn to be the star of the company.
The only question really is... have you done this before Roxi?
I have.
I’ve been here, I’ve seen this unfold right before my eyes when I became the first ever NCW Starlets Champion. I watched as every competitor fell to the side of the road and at the end of the night I was standing at the top of the mountain. After a month of brutal matches against the best women that NCW could find... I was there as the number one. I have experiance, I have a history of coming out on top in these situations... what do you got? I know what it takes to not only win something like this, but how to make it special by running with the title taking down all competitors for months afterwards as well.
See. I don’t only know how to win a tournament like this... but I also know how to make it special.
I know how it feels to have every single person on the roster pain a bullseye on your chest after you accomplish the feat as well.
Do you?
I’m stepping into this moment knowing fully what to expect if I come out victorious another world title tournament. I know what is going to come if I stand at the top of that ramp holding up the first ever Siren’s championship. I’ll suddenly become the most hated woman in the promotion, I’ll suddenly have everybody gunning for me, I’ll suddenly be the centerpiece of criticism for every step I make. Everybody wanting to break me, everybody wanting to find some kind of advantage to just try and bring me down.
and I’m ready for it.
I knew the second that I agreed to the terms of this CPW contract and stepped foot into that tournament, that this was going to be in my future. It’s happening all over again and I’m embracing it. This opportunity isn’t a first for me, the aftermath of winning something like this isn’t a first for me. You might be a lot older and wiser, you might have more in ring exposure than me... but I’m just going to make it perfectly clear...
I have more experience in this position...
and if you turn that into a sexual innuendo I’ll slap you, I swear.
In this position of getting the chance to be the first World champion, in this position of having the opportunity to make your name go from just being another name into a thing of legend. I’m ready to embrace that chance again, I’m ready to jump right in and lead this company with the High Score, because deep down as much as it sucks to have every single person hate you...
It’s just as much fun watching them flail around like a chicken with their heads cut off after they lose.
It seems like I can’t do anything else right in my life, it seems no matter how hard I try I just keep coming up short in everything I do, in everything I want to be. This.. this being in the ring, this winning titles, beating opponents is the only thing I feel like I’ve ever gotten right. The only thing I have to make me feel special. Which I’m sure there is a “special” mentally handicapped joke in there somewhere if you want, but I just want to speak from my heart, speak the truth...
I need this...
because it’s all I have...
It’s the only thing I do right.
When I’m playing Halo, all people see is my username, they see the alias, the white text that represents me and not who I am as a person or who I want to be. It’s a wall hiding my face, it’s an obstacle that I can’t overcome. I love videogames, I love being the Gamer Girl because I’m not going to deny who I am, but I want to be so much more than just that... dear God I want to be so much more than a passing thought.
The high score on an arcade machine gets erased with a simple power outage... I don’t want that to be me. I want something more than a fleeting moment of obscure remembrance... I want my name written in the stars, I want to be remembered...
I need this...
despite what you may think...
more than you.
This is my life.
This is all I got.
I’m breaking up the tag team.
I’m sorry, I know how much this team meant to you but this week we’re facing off against each other for the Siren’s championship and I just can’t have the feelings of us being a tag team and being forced to fight each other getting in the way of me winning this match. I really am sorry about having to do this, but you just don’t understand, I can’t have anything clouding my judgment, I can’t have a close friendship getting in the way of me and my goals...
I need this...
More than you realize. More than I could ever hope to fully explain, or than you could ever understand. It’s not just wrestling to me, it’s not just a match to me, it’s something more, it’s something far more important... it’s about a high score, about fitting in, about finding a place...
It’s going to be the biggest moment in women’s wrestling in CPW.
The culmination of the tournament to crown the first ever Siren’s Champion.
History will be made, one person walks into this event as a Siren and the other walks out... as a forgotten page in the history books of the title. The person to lose the first ever title match, the person that got all the way there just to fall short of their ambitions. One woman walks out Mario and the other remains in the shadows as Luigi, waiting for their big turn to be the star of the company.
The only question really is... have you done this before Roxi?
I have.
I’ve been here, I’ve seen this unfold right before my eyes when I became the first ever NCW Starlets Champion. I watched as every competitor fell to the side of the road and at the end of the night I was standing at the top of the mountain. After a month of brutal matches against the best women that NCW could find... I was there as the number one. I have experiance, I have a history of coming out on top in these situations... what do you got? I know what it takes to not only win something like this, but how to make it special by running with the title taking down all competitors for months afterwards as well.
See. I don’t only know how to win a tournament like this... but I also know how to make it special.
I know how it feels to have every single person on the roster pain a bullseye on your chest after you accomplish the feat as well.
Do you?
I’m stepping into this moment knowing fully what to expect if I come out victorious another world title tournament. I know what is going to come if I stand at the top of that ramp holding up the first ever Siren’s championship. I’ll suddenly become the most hated woman in the promotion, I’ll suddenly have everybody gunning for me, I’ll suddenly be the centerpiece of criticism for every step I make. Everybody wanting to break me, everybody wanting to find some kind of advantage to just try and bring me down.
and I’m ready for it.
I knew the second that I agreed to the terms of this CPW contract and stepped foot into that tournament, that this was going to be in my future. It’s happening all over again and I’m embracing it. This opportunity isn’t a first for me, the aftermath of winning something like this isn’t a first for me. You might be a lot older and wiser, you might have more in ring exposure than me... but I’m just going to make it perfectly clear...
I have more experience in this position...
and if you turn that into a sexual innuendo I’ll slap you, I swear.
In this position of getting the chance to be the first World champion, in this position of having the opportunity to make your name go from just being another name into a thing of legend. I’m ready to embrace that chance again, I’m ready to jump right in and lead this company with the High Score, because deep down as much as it sucks to have every single person hate you...
It’s just as much fun watching them flail around like a chicken with their heads cut off after they lose.
It seems like I can’t do anything else right in my life, it seems no matter how hard I try I just keep coming up short in everything I do, in everything I want to be. This.. this being in the ring, this winning titles, beating opponents is the only thing I feel like I’ve ever gotten right. The only thing I have to make me feel special. Which I’m sure there is a “special” mentally handicapped joke in there somewhere if you want, but I just want to speak from my heart, speak the truth...
I need this...
because it’s all I have...
It’s the only thing I do right.
When I’m playing Halo, all people see is my username, they see the alias, the white text that represents me and not who I am as a person or who I want to be. It’s a wall hiding my face, it’s an obstacle that I can’t overcome. I love videogames, I love being the Gamer Girl because I’m not going to deny who I am, but I want to be so much more than just that... dear God I want to be so much more than a passing thought.
The high score on an arcade machine gets erased with a simple power outage... I don’t want that to be me. I want something more than a fleeting moment of obscure remembrance... I want my name written in the stars, I want to be remembered...
I need this...
despite what you may think...
more than you.
This is my life.
This is all I got.
-SCENE 1: CRYSTAL ARRIVES-
Crystal Hilton, the long time friend of Zelda and tag team partner in the team of “EMF” happily skips up the stairs towards Zelda’s room on the second floor. She comes towards the door and gives it a quick knock but gets no response to come in. Knowing that her and Zelda were supposed to meet this afternoon, she barges into the room to see Zelda sitting on the edge of her bed, gaming headphones in her ears and a video game controller in her hands. Crystal walks over and pulls the headphones on her right ear back and lets them go, snapping them back against the side of Zelda’s head like a jerk.
“Oww! Crystal, what the heck?”
“Zelda, it’s 4 pm why aren’t you dressed? I thought we were going out tonight.”
“I don’t feel like it. I just want to be alone.”
There was no way Crystal was about to let that happen. She gives her best friend a curious look and instantly knows something is up as Zelda turns away from her and goes right back to staring at the television screen across her room.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Zelda.”
“Crystal.”
“I’m your best friend, I know when something is up. Now tell me.”
Zelda doesn’t say a word as she continues playing her video game and Crystal stands there tapping her foot in frustration as she stares at her friend’s somber expression. Zelda finally gets to a point where she can save her game, does so, then pauses before turning back to face her best friend.
“He broke up with me.”
As she says the words she lowers her head and she closes her eyes as she begins taking deep breaths. Her best friend appears to be in shock at this sudden announcement and reaches forward to place her hand on her friend’s shoulder in comfort but Zelda quickly pushes it away.
“I’m fine Crystal. I’ve been broken up with plenty of times. Not like it’s anything new to me...”
“You can’t fool me, I’m your bestfriend, I can tell when you’re hiding your feelings.”
“Seriously. I just want to sit here and play “The Last of Us.” I’m fine.”
“I’m not buying that girl. You need something to cheer you up. You need to get right back up and show him that you don’t need him to be happy. Lets get you Dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to hit some clubs... we’re going to party all night! You’ve been holed up in here and dating old prudes for too long, you need me to show you what you’ve been missing, EMF style!”
Crystal seems really excited about this idea, but this is clearly not Zelda’s idea of a thrilling night, nor does it seem to fit her style but Crystal at the same time doesn’t seem like she’s going to take no for an answer. Crystal takes Zelda by the arm and pulls her off the bed and dragging her towards her closet.
“Now lets find you something really sexy to wear... and you’re leaving those goddamn arm warmers here at the house. Oh and those thigh high striped sock things you wear... no. Lets get you ready.”
Crystal pulls Zelda away from the bed fully now, smiling the whole time, but what she doesn’t notice is the small orange pill bottle that lays on the bed next to where Zelda was sitting.
I don’t know... I’m sure somebody is going to think I wasn’t very hard on you Roxi... but I swear I have a good excuse...
I don’t know what to say.
For one thing... We’re the same dang person... I mean seriously, what am I supposed to say about somebody who is very similar to you, and is also your tag team partner in the Neon Chic Express? If I started making fun of you for being a superhero geek I’d be an idiot considering I walk around with a lime green lightsaber backstage. I pull out power gloves in hardcore matches, and worst of all... I make tons of video game references. It would basically be making fun of myself which would be really weird.
Even though... now that I think about it...
When did you become such a huge geek?
The Crab Girl I remember wasn’t like this.
Then secondly...
There really wasn’t a second thing, I just really wanted to point out that you all of a sudden started to morph into me not too long ago and I just had to work the words “Crab Girl” into this somewhere. I mean that’s pretty strange, how after I made my debut so many “nerdy chick” wrestler’s and “video game nerd” wrestlers started to show up on various rosters. I’m not accusing you or anything... i’m just saying, it’s a pretty big coincidence wouldn’t you say?
But then again... I can’t be mad really. It’s kinda flattering.
How many people every week throw video game references at me? How long do you suppose they spend on researching their information? Unless they are closet video game geeks their whole lives you know it has to be a pretty big number. If they are that desperate to get on my level they are willing to totally embarrass themselves by pretending to know what they are talking about, then they can go right ahead because it only makes the original look that much better.
Speaking of which... I am the original... make no mistake about that, and the original is always the better than it’s imitators.
Here let me put it into terms that you can understand... I’m The Legend of Zelda and you’re Beyond Oasis. Sure Beyond Oasis was a fine game in it’s own right and has nothing to be ashamed of... but I’m still the one everybody remembers, I’m still the one that is synonymous with this gamer girl persona. I’m the first, and the best because nobody can capture that magic like I could.
Maybe now you’ll throw some evidence at me that will show that you’re totally not a Zelda Knite clone... and that’s fine, I guess there is a chance I could be wrong...
but I don’t think so, and no amount of whining and “evidence” is going to convince me otherwise.
I know who the first one was, I know who the greatest one in history will end up being.
This is the point where if I was trying to spin you some load of crap and act nice I would tell you that I respected you and this match meant more to me than just winning that big gold belt... but I recently got a phone call from my ex boyfriend who told me that I was always selfish and thinking of nothing but myself... so you know what.. Fine... that’s all I care about in this match, being champion. That’s why i’m willing to throw away our tight friendship and tag team, because I just want to go out there and be a champion again.
Why do I care so much when I’ve already proven that I’m the best wrestler in the world today?
Why do I want this belt so much, why is it so important to me?
Why not?
Just because I’m the best doesn’t mean that I can’t want more. I doesn’t mean I am excluded from ever being in contention for anything else my entire life. I work hard, I give everything I have every week instead of just showing up whenever the hell I feel like it, like Mercedes Vargas and when you deserve something... you want it, and lets face it.. I do deserve it. Who is going to be the big draw for the CPW’s Sirens division for the next few years to come? Who is going to be the biggest name for this division going into the future and beyond...not Roxi Johnson... when you signed your contract you got a “Hey look, she’s here”, when I signed mine I got a breaking news announcement on the ESPN stat tracker bar.
I’m the starting point of this whole trend to have nerds in wrestling...
and I’m still the BEST. EVER. at it.
That’s never going to change.
I don’t know what to say.
For one thing... We’re the same dang person... I mean seriously, what am I supposed to say about somebody who is very similar to you, and is also your tag team partner in the Neon Chic Express? If I started making fun of you for being a superhero geek I’d be an idiot considering I walk around with a lime green lightsaber backstage. I pull out power gloves in hardcore matches, and worst of all... I make tons of video game references. It would basically be making fun of myself which would be really weird.
Even though... now that I think about it...
When did you become such a huge geek?
The Crab Girl I remember wasn’t like this.
Then secondly...
There really wasn’t a second thing, I just really wanted to point out that you all of a sudden started to morph into me not too long ago and I just had to work the words “Crab Girl” into this somewhere. I mean that’s pretty strange, how after I made my debut so many “nerdy chick” wrestler’s and “video game nerd” wrestlers started to show up on various rosters. I’m not accusing you or anything... i’m just saying, it’s a pretty big coincidence wouldn’t you say?
But then again... I can’t be mad really. It’s kinda flattering.
How many people every week throw video game references at me? How long do you suppose they spend on researching their information? Unless they are closet video game geeks their whole lives you know it has to be a pretty big number. If they are that desperate to get on my level they are willing to totally embarrass themselves by pretending to know what they are talking about, then they can go right ahead because it only makes the original look that much better.
Speaking of which... I am the original... make no mistake about that, and the original is always the better than it’s imitators.
Here let me put it into terms that you can understand... I’m The Legend of Zelda and you’re Beyond Oasis. Sure Beyond Oasis was a fine game in it’s own right and has nothing to be ashamed of... but I’m still the one everybody remembers, I’m still the one that is synonymous with this gamer girl persona. I’m the first, and the best because nobody can capture that magic like I could.
Maybe now you’ll throw some evidence at me that will show that you’re totally not a Zelda Knite clone... and that’s fine, I guess there is a chance I could be wrong...
but I don’t think so, and no amount of whining and “evidence” is going to convince me otherwise.
I know who the first one was, I know who the greatest one in history will end up being.
This is the point where if I was trying to spin you some load of crap and act nice I would tell you that I respected you and this match meant more to me than just winning that big gold belt... but I recently got a phone call from my ex boyfriend who told me that I was always selfish and thinking of nothing but myself... so you know what.. Fine... that’s all I care about in this match, being champion. That’s why i’m willing to throw away our tight friendship and tag team, because I just want to go out there and be a champion again.
Why do I care so much when I’ve already proven that I’m the best wrestler in the world today?
Why do I want this belt so much, why is it so important to me?
Why not?
Just because I’m the best doesn’t mean that I can’t want more. I doesn’t mean I am excluded from ever being in contention for anything else my entire life. I work hard, I give everything I have every week instead of just showing up whenever the hell I feel like it, like Mercedes Vargas and when you deserve something... you want it, and lets face it.. I do deserve it. Who is going to be the big draw for the CPW’s Sirens division for the next few years to come? Who is going to be the biggest name for this division going into the future and beyond...not Roxi Johnson... when you signed your contract you got a “Hey look, she’s here”, when I signed mine I got a breaking news announcement on the ESPN stat tracker bar.
I’m the starting point of this whole trend to have nerds in wrestling...
and I’m still the BEST. EVER. at it.
That’s never going to change.
-SCENE 2: AT THE CLUB-
The strobe lights flash on and off as the sounds of modern day hit pop songs ring throughout the large club that Crystal has dragged Zelda to. She and Crystal are dancing and talking to a group of handsome men as Crystal keeps nudging Zelda to imply that she should make a move on one of them and Zelda just giggles loudly in response.
”So what do you think? Great or what?”
“*giggles again* It’s cool.”
“So I think Robert over there is really digging you... you should get another dance in.”
“Oh ok..*giggles* Which one is Robert?”
Zelda tries to turn around to see where this person is but as she does her legs aren’t cooperating as she stumbles forward and lands right in the arms of Crystal who holds her up and helps her to stay standing. Zelda giggles more about this before she rests her head on Crystal’s shoulder, closes her eyes and in an instant looks like she’s asleep. Crystal nudges her and Zelda stands straight up and smiles, like she’s not all there at the moment.
“Z? You alright?”
“Yeah just tripped, I’m going to get more to umm... drunk.. I mean drink.”
Zelda spins around and staggers away towards the bar to grab another drink and Crystal shrugging it off as having a bit too much to drink goes back to finishing her dance moves. After several minutes and no sigh of Zelda returning Crystal walks off the dance floor, taking a break from showing off her moves and heads back to check on her best friend who she notices is now sitting at a table. Crystal observes Zelda lean forward and lay her head down on the table right after she shoos away another guy who is trying to hit on her. Crystal rolls her eyes and walks over and sits down on the couch.
“Why did you leave the dance floor, I thought you were having fun?”
“I think I was.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“...”
“Zelda?”
Crystal takes her best friend and pulls her off the table and leans her back on the couch, Zelda’s eyes are glossy and her breathing is heavy and slow as she just glares forward at nothing. Crystal snaps her fingers next to Zelda’s ear and only Zelda’s eyes turn in that direction as she looks totally out of it.
“Zelda, are you okay? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know... *breath* nothing... *breath* I’m fine...”
Zelda stands up and turns around, looking to go somewhere... perhaps even she doesn’t realize where but either way she can’t go far with Crystal grabbing her arm from behind and pulling her back. Zelda’s head slumps forward as she continues to struggle to catch her breath as she turns around.
“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit... You don’t look good.”
“I told you I’m fine!”
Zelda jerks her arm away from Crystal and spins around, but only gets one step away before she grabs her chest and looks like she begins to dry heave as she tries to talk, struggling with every syllable, Zelda tries to take another step but her eyes roll into the back of her head as she stumbles forward.
“Crystal..... help....”
And with that Zelda falls forward onto her knees and then onto the floor. The club stops in it’s tracks as Crystal screams out in panic and runs to her friend. She turns Zelda over and checks on her as she begins screaming.
”HELP! Somebody call 911! HELP HER PLEASE!”
People rush around in a panic as they circle around where Zelda has fallen and the bartender runs for the phone. Crystal begins crying as she holds Zelda’s head up and that’s where our story for the night ends...
****PRESS RELEASE****
It’s being reported on most major wrestling news sites that professional wrestler and multiple time world champion Sydney Knight better known as her ring name, Zelda Knite, has been rushed to a local area hospital. Information at the moment is scarce but early reports are speculating the cause is an overdose due to ingestion of alcohol after taking prescription pain medication.
It is unclear at the moment if it was an attempt at suicide by the troubled star, but more information will be revealed as the evidence is examined and local officials make an official statement on the matter.
Championship Pro Wrestling, Knight’s current employer, has yet to answer any inquiries concerning their superstar Siren which was considered a major signing for the young company several weeks ago. Check back periodically as more news on the matter slowly comes to light.
