Post by Zelda on Jul 2, 2013 18:20:12 GMT -5
It’s a very awkward scene as we see Gib’s newest wife, the good doctor, sitting with her legs crossed staring at Zelda as if she’s awaiting an answer to a question asked off screen, but Zelda is just sitting there... with the Siren’s title on her shoulder for some reason, not saying a word and staring at the doctor with a piercing stare... not looking amused in the slightest.
Doc: “I’m going to need you to talk to me, otherwise we aren’t going to get anywhere here.”
Zelda: “I’m going to need you to stop playing with Gib’s joystick.”
Doc: “This isn’t about the relationship between your father and I, this is about how we can help you.”
Zelda: “You’re not my mom!”
The Doctor places her hand over the bridge of her nose and gently rubs the side of her eyes as she’s clearly starting to get a headache from Zelda here. She takes a deep breath and tries to continue this session with her husband’s daughter.
Doc: “So.. are you going to answer the question?”
Zelda: “I’m sorry, what was it again?”
Doc: “Would you like me to call you Zelda or Sydney?”
Zelda: “...”
She sits there not saying a word again as the doctor takes a deep breath and begins kicking her foot up and down in annoyance at the cold shoulder she’s receiving. Zelda turns her head and looks at the Siren’s title and notices what could be a smudge on there and wipes it her shirt sleeve as if she isn’t supposed to be answering a question right now. The doctor leans back in the chair and buckles down for what is going to be a very trying session.
Doc: “Look, Sydney?, you’re going to have to open up eventually if we’re going to have any hope of making some kind of progress.”
Zelda: “No I won’t, because I don’t need you. I don’t need this, I don’t even know why I’m here! This was a stupid idea!”
Doc: “Your brother, nor your father seem to think so. Sydney, they are concerned about you and your well being, a lot of people are and you need to...”
Zelda: “Stop calling me that. ‘Zelda’ call me Zelda.”
Doc: “Ah good, it took some persuading but at least I finally got that answer out of you.”
The good doctor smiles as she finally got Zelda to talk to her about something but Zelda doesn’t seem amused as she simply rolls her eyes and turns her head to the side to not even face the doc now. Zelda’s thoughts trail off to another place as she looks at the wall for no particular reason other than to not look at her step mother.
Zelda: “Can I go home yet?”
Doc: “We still have another hour left dear.”
Zelda: “Oh come on...”
Zelda throws her head back over the back of the chair and looks up at the ceiling annoyed beyond belief. The doc isn’t about to give up yet on her newest patient and decides to try and pull something out of her.
Doc: “Zelda. You have to understand that I’m here because your brother asked me to help you. I’m not doing this because I am your father’s wife, I’m not doing this because I want to get close to you and replace anybody in your life. What I’m trying to do is figure out why you have all this pain built up inside of you and you are refusing to let it go.”
Zelda: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the first ever CPW Siren’s champion, I’m winning matches all over the world, my life is just perfect, wouldn’t you say?”
Doc: “People with perfect lives tend not to try and commit suicide days before a big title match.”
The doctor doesn’t flinch as Zelda springs forward from looking at the ceiling and now is focused squarely on the doctor as she angrily snarls at her. Zelda’s face turns red as she screams out in anger at what the Doctor just implied.
Zelda: “I wasn’t trying to kill myself! Jesus! Will you people get this through your heads!?”
Doc: “Then what was it?”
Zelda: “It was an accident! I just didn’t realize what would happen.”
Doc: “But you do have a history of it, right?”
Zelda: “Not really. Adam saved me before I even tried anything.”
Doc: “What about when you were 13?”
Zelda’s cold and uncaring demeanor suddenly goes away as she cocks her head to the side and stares at the Doc with big puzzled eyes as her mouth quivers looking for words before she quickly turns away. Zelda’s tries to make sense of this and turns back around trying to hide that she’s actually listening now but for the first time she isn’t wholly fixated on the Siren’s title belt she brought with her.
Zelda: “I... don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Doc: “Took a handful of sleeping pills and various medicine from your father’s medicine cabinet? You were found barely alive?”
Zelda: “How... how do you know that?”
Doc: “I’m a doctor... I asked for your medical records. Even though I had to get creative... going by an alias when you were as young as thirteen? That surprised me, but not nearly as much as some of the things in this file.”
Zelda: “I’ve never told anybody that... not even Adam...”
Doc: “You can tell me Zelda... full doctor/patient confidentiality, I promise. What made you hurt so bad that you were willing to end your life? What was going through your head as you came to this decision?”
Zelda: “...”
Zelda doesn’t say a word for a couple of minutes and instead just sits there looking confused, breathing heavily as she stares at the Doctor looking back at her trying to be her friend right now. Zelda opens her mouth, like she’s going to speak, but suddenly closes it, stands up and grabs her stuff.
Zelda: “We’re done here...”
She turns around and heads for the door, clearly before her session is up, but the Doctor doesn’t try to pursue her at this point or make her come back. Zelda walks out the door, she looks confused, she looks lost, she looks like a person who has a lot on her mind as the scene fades away to her clutching the Siren’s title to her chest in a vice grip.
Doc: “I’m going to need you to talk to me, otherwise we aren’t going to get anywhere here.”
Zelda: “I’m going to need you to stop playing with Gib’s joystick.”
Doc: “This isn’t about the relationship between your father and I, this is about how we can help you.”
Zelda: “You’re not my mom!”
The Doctor places her hand over the bridge of her nose and gently rubs the side of her eyes as she’s clearly starting to get a headache from Zelda here. She takes a deep breath and tries to continue this session with her husband’s daughter.
Doc: “So.. are you going to answer the question?”
Zelda: “I’m sorry, what was it again?”
Doc: “Would you like me to call you Zelda or Sydney?”
Zelda: “...”
She sits there not saying a word again as the doctor takes a deep breath and begins kicking her foot up and down in annoyance at the cold shoulder she’s receiving. Zelda turns her head and looks at the Siren’s title and notices what could be a smudge on there and wipes it her shirt sleeve as if she isn’t supposed to be answering a question right now. The doctor leans back in the chair and buckles down for what is going to be a very trying session.
Doc: “Look, Sydney?, you’re going to have to open up eventually if we’re going to have any hope of making some kind of progress.”
Zelda: “No I won’t, because I don’t need you. I don’t need this, I don’t even know why I’m here! This was a stupid idea!”
Doc: “Your brother, nor your father seem to think so. Sydney, they are concerned about you and your well being, a lot of people are and you need to...”
Zelda: “Stop calling me that. ‘Zelda’ call me Zelda.”
Doc: “Ah good, it took some persuading but at least I finally got that answer out of you.”
The good doctor smiles as she finally got Zelda to talk to her about something but Zelda doesn’t seem amused as she simply rolls her eyes and turns her head to the side to not even face the doc now. Zelda’s thoughts trail off to another place as she looks at the wall for no particular reason other than to not look at her step mother.
Zelda: “Can I go home yet?”
Doc: “We still have another hour left dear.”
Zelda: “Oh come on...”
Zelda throws her head back over the back of the chair and looks up at the ceiling annoyed beyond belief. The doc isn’t about to give up yet on her newest patient and decides to try and pull something out of her.
Doc: “Zelda. You have to understand that I’m here because your brother asked me to help you. I’m not doing this because I am your father’s wife, I’m not doing this because I want to get close to you and replace anybody in your life. What I’m trying to do is figure out why you have all this pain built up inside of you and you are refusing to let it go.”
Zelda: “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the first ever CPW Siren’s champion, I’m winning matches all over the world, my life is just perfect, wouldn’t you say?”
Doc: “People with perfect lives tend not to try and commit suicide days before a big title match.”
The doctor doesn’t flinch as Zelda springs forward from looking at the ceiling and now is focused squarely on the doctor as she angrily snarls at her. Zelda’s face turns red as she screams out in anger at what the Doctor just implied.
Zelda: “I wasn’t trying to kill myself! Jesus! Will you people get this through your heads!?”
Doc: “Then what was it?”
Zelda: “It was an accident! I just didn’t realize what would happen.”
Doc: “But you do have a history of it, right?”
Zelda: “Not really. Adam saved me before I even tried anything.”
Doc: “What about when you were 13?”
Zelda’s cold and uncaring demeanor suddenly goes away as she cocks her head to the side and stares at the Doc with big puzzled eyes as her mouth quivers looking for words before she quickly turns away. Zelda’s tries to make sense of this and turns back around trying to hide that she’s actually listening now but for the first time she isn’t wholly fixated on the Siren’s title belt she brought with her.
Zelda: “I... don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Doc: “Took a handful of sleeping pills and various medicine from your father’s medicine cabinet? You were found barely alive?”
Zelda: “How... how do you know that?”
Doc: “I’m a doctor... I asked for your medical records. Even though I had to get creative... going by an alias when you were as young as thirteen? That surprised me, but not nearly as much as some of the things in this file.”
Zelda: “I’ve never told anybody that... not even Adam...”
Doc: “You can tell me Zelda... full doctor/patient confidentiality, I promise. What made you hurt so bad that you were willing to end your life? What was going through your head as you came to this decision?”
Zelda: “...”
Zelda doesn’t say a word for a couple of minutes and instead just sits there looking confused, breathing heavily as she stares at the Doctor looking back at her trying to be her friend right now. Zelda opens her mouth, like she’s going to speak, but suddenly closes it, stands up and grabs her stuff.
Zelda: “We’re done here...”
She turns around and heads for the door, clearly before her session is up, but the Doctor doesn’t try to pursue her at this point or make her come back. Zelda walks out the door, she looks confused, she looks lost, she looks like a person who has a lot on her mind as the scene fades away to her clutching the Siren’s title to her chest in a vice grip.
Stop me if you’ve heard this story before:
Zelda Knite climbs her way through the toughest portion of a tournament to crown the first ever World champion of a company and comes out victorious.
Talk about history being destined to repeat or something like that.
So you noobs tell me... how does it feel to see Zelda Knite standing right there at the top all over again? How does it feel to personally get to see the Best Ever first hand win the first ever championship again? Must have been pretty friggin awesome, amirite?
Here... let me tell you how awesome it was for me... just a couple of days after being let out of the hospital, there I was standing opposite my former best friend, my former partner, the woman I thought I could trust more than any person alive, standing opposite of me... the only thing standing in my way of that Siren’s title belt. She used to be one half of the Neon Chick Express... she used to be one half of the greatest 80’s throwback tag teams ever formed and here she was twisting the knife in my back... here she was... trying to take what she knew was mine.
You don’t know what that’s like Angel Kash. You don’t know what it’s like to see a friend, somebody you cared about... wanting nothing more than to put you down in the center of the ring. You don’t understand what was going through my head at that moment, you don’t understand the sacrifices I had to make to hold this title as the first ever champion... if you did, you wouldn’t even joke about offering me money for it.
You know what’s worth more than 200,000 dollars to me? My friendship with Roxi Johnson... and I gave that all up to be champion.
I will never accept an offer for this belt. I will never give this up without a fight.
That’s why I’m the first ever champion... and you’re just begging people to give you a taste of that glory.
This is “The King of Kong” I just can’t give you my high score, I just can’t let you have what I’ve worked for my entire life. This is mine, this is what makes me special, this is what I’ve been needing for all my life. The glory, honor, the prestige that comes with being a World Champion, can’t just be given away, it can’t just be something tossed to the side like a used koopa shell. I worked for this... I gave up a close, inseparable friendship for this... I’m not about to just give that away.
Besides...
I doubt Mr. Reagan would see that as a binding contract.
Just admit it Angel... You’re scared.
You see yourself lined up against the most greatest women’s wrestler in modern history and you figure what the heck, if I can’t match up with the best skill wise, I might as well just try and buy the title. You’re afraid that I’m going to embarrass you again, like I did in the first round, you’re scared that everybody is just going to forget who you are as they only pay attention to the video game geek that’s currently overshadowing you at every turn. And don’t think for a second I don’t realize how ironic that would be... The Trillion Dollar Princess who is used to glamour and lush living getting outshined by the little poor geek from a beatdown part of Dallas, Texas. Oh man I love the thought of that.
And that’s what separates us Angel.
I’ve had to work for everything I have. I’ve had to earn my score, I couldn’t just hope that Daddy’s trust fund for me would solve all my problems, I couldn’t rely on anybody in this world and it’s what made me stronger, more able than you. Maybe I do have my faults, maybe I do feel miserable when I look back at my past, and maybe... at some points I had hoped I was dead... but you know what? I wouldn’t trade any of that to be in your position, to have a fake plastic smile, to have everything in the world but nobody to care about me to go with it... I’d much rather hear the roar of my Zombies, I’d much rather eat crappy sloppy joe that came from a can... I’d much rather be the gaming princess than some moronic Trillionaire Barbie-doll plastic model going through the motions.
You’re playing my game now, your money isn’t going to get you out of this, all the tea in Chili couldn’t save you from what’s about to happen: The Trillion Dollar Princess getting totally and completely pwned by the Video Game Goddess. You have to earn the high score in this game Angel, you have to work for your accomplishments and I just don’t think you have what it takes to keep up with me, I don’t think you have what it takes to be Siren’s champion... let alone beat me inside a ring...
why? Because you’ve never proven otherwise.
You’re always just going to be the same old Angel Kash. You’re going to be completely blinding in with every common goomba walking around until one week you decide that you’re going to act all superior despite all those growing loses on your record and then you’re going to get schooled and run home to daddy and his trust fund and whine about how it all just isn’t fair. Right? Nobody takes you seriously anymore, nobody in the world thinks that you can beat me, nobody... absolutely nobody believes you can win this match...
I am better than you.
I’m better than anybody you can name....
I am the BEST. EVER.
and when it’s all said and done... that’s going to be me legend... not yours.
Zelda Knite climbs her way through the toughest portion of a tournament to crown the first ever World champion of a company and comes out victorious.
Talk about history being destined to repeat or something like that.
So you noobs tell me... how does it feel to see Zelda Knite standing right there at the top all over again? How does it feel to personally get to see the Best Ever first hand win the first ever championship again? Must have been pretty friggin awesome, amirite?
Here... let me tell you how awesome it was for me... just a couple of days after being let out of the hospital, there I was standing opposite my former best friend, my former partner, the woman I thought I could trust more than any person alive, standing opposite of me... the only thing standing in my way of that Siren’s title belt. She used to be one half of the Neon Chick Express... she used to be one half of the greatest 80’s throwback tag teams ever formed and here she was twisting the knife in my back... here she was... trying to take what she knew was mine.
You don’t know what that’s like Angel Kash. You don’t know what it’s like to see a friend, somebody you cared about... wanting nothing more than to put you down in the center of the ring. You don’t understand what was going through my head at that moment, you don’t understand the sacrifices I had to make to hold this title as the first ever champion... if you did, you wouldn’t even joke about offering me money for it.
You know what’s worth more than 200,000 dollars to me? My friendship with Roxi Johnson... and I gave that all up to be champion.
I will never accept an offer for this belt. I will never give this up without a fight.
That’s why I’m the first ever champion... and you’re just begging people to give you a taste of that glory.
This is “The King of Kong” I just can’t give you my high score, I just can’t let you have what I’ve worked for my entire life. This is mine, this is what makes me special, this is what I’ve been needing for all my life. The glory, honor, the prestige that comes with being a World Champion, can’t just be given away, it can’t just be something tossed to the side like a used koopa shell. I worked for this... I gave up a close, inseparable friendship for this... I’m not about to just give that away.
Besides...
I doubt Mr. Reagan would see that as a binding contract.
Just admit it Angel... You’re scared.
You see yourself lined up against the most greatest women’s wrestler in modern history and you figure what the heck, if I can’t match up with the best skill wise, I might as well just try and buy the title. You’re afraid that I’m going to embarrass you again, like I did in the first round, you’re scared that everybody is just going to forget who you are as they only pay attention to the video game geek that’s currently overshadowing you at every turn. And don’t think for a second I don’t realize how ironic that would be... The Trillion Dollar Princess who is used to glamour and lush living getting outshined by the little poor geek from a beatdown part of Dallas, Texas. Oh man I love the thought of that.
And that’s what separates us Angel.
I’ve had to work for everything I have. I’ve had to earn my score, I couldn’t just hope that Daddy’s trust fund for me would solve all my problems, I couldn’t rely on anybody in this world and it’s what made me stronger, more able than you. Maybe I do have my faults, maybe I do feel miserable when I look back at my past, and maybe... at some points I had hoped I was dead... but you know what? I wouldn’t trade any of that to be in your position, to have a fake plastic smile, to have everything in the world but nobody to care about me to go with it... I’d much rather hear the roar of my Zombies, I’d much rather eat crappy sloppy joe that came from a can... I’d much rather be the gaming princess than some moronic Trillionaire Barbie-doll plastic model going through the motions.
You’re playing my game now, your money isn’t going to get you out of this, all the tea in Chili couldn’t save you from what’s about to happen: The Trillion Dollar Princess getting totally and completely pwned by the Video Game Goddess. You have to earn the high score in this game Angel, you have to work for your accomplishments and I just don’t think you have what it takes to keep up with me, I don’t think you have what it takes to be Siren’s champion... let alone beat me inside a ring...
why? Because you’ve never proven otherwise.
You’re always just going to be the same old Angel Kash. You’re going to be completely blinding in with every common goomba walking around until one week you decide that you’re going to act all superior despite all those growing loses on your record and then you’re going to get schooled and run home to daddy and his trust fund and whine about how it all just isn’t fair. Right? Nobody takes you seriously anymore, nobody in the world thinks that you can beat me, nobody... absolutely nobody believes you can win this match...
I am better than you.
I’m better than anybody you can name....
I am the BEST. EVER.
and when it’s all said and done... that’s going to be me legend... not yours.
