I'm Sorry (Part Two)
Aug 10, 2015 19:56:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 19:56:15 GMT -5
The scene re-opens, and The Crimson Baroness is still sitting in her wingback chair. “Seriously, Katherine, there have been times when I’ve wondered if all of these antics of yours, if they were for real or for show. Whether you got an undiagnosed concussion in one of your first few matches and you’ve just been going crazier and crazier since that day,” she pauses, “but then I remember the rest of your sins. On top of the complaining about losses, we have your constant whining that you didn't get moved up to the intermediate class when you thought you should have..." The Baroness shakes her head, "...and I'm sorry that your remedial ass couldn't learn eight new moves as quickly as the rest of us – and not just claim to know new moves, like someone tried…” she winks at the camera, “…we all had a good laugh around the water cooler at that one…”
“Now, the cynical person could submit that this backs up my previous claim that I've been ahead of you the whole time we’ve been in LDFC, but..." she shrugs, "...maybe if you'd busted your ass as much in those first three months as you did before your big match against Butcher, then we wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe if you were at the LDFC training facility from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, five days a week, then you might have learned something before now. Maybe if you could cultivate a working relationship with the men tasked with helping you learn to wrestle, then you could put in extra hours to help you - sacrifice an evening or a weekend for the greater good."
"Alas, no, you'd rather drag the name of a legendary independent wrestler through the mud. A man who has put his blood, sweat and tears into FGA to build it into the promotion that I'll one day call home. A man who has been given the unenviable task of moulding people like you into bona fide wrestlers. A man who has battled demons and addictions, who is doing his best to stay on the straight and narrow, to raise his son alone..." The Baroness bows her head, "...and you slander and attack him. You accuse him of playing favorites, of sleeping with his students, of hindering your progress in some way.”
“Urgh, seriously just have some goddamn respect for this industry, these promotions and the men and women who helped pave the way for people such as you and me, you repugnant little bitch." The Baroness exclaims, angrily. “I mentioned your lack of redeemable qualities, right? Add disrespectful to that list.”
"And I'm sorry that your daddy didn't raise you with enough manners to know when to turn the other cheek, or rise above the haters like a good girl should. That you bite every bit of bait that gets dangled in front of you, and without an ounce of common sense to any of your replies..." she scoffs, "...and I'm sorry that you feel slut shaming is an acceptable practice in today's society, Katherine.”
“That you felt the need to belittle me, to try and make me feel bad for being playful with grown men – I suppose it could be my own fault, I didn't realize we were still supposedly in high school! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to make friends. To get connections in the wrestling world. I never knew that by talking to wrestling icons such as Christian Kane, Evan Envi, Rex Evans, or even people like Donnie or Terrence Tillman, that made me a bad person.”
"But most of all, I'm sorry that I dedicated a small portion of my time to trying to break you. You see, when I first started poking and prodding you, pointing out your insecurities, your pettiness, your clinginess - your willingness to identify yourself as The Girlfriend – I knew that we’d end up here. I just didn’t think you’d have already given up all semblance of Katherine Kensington, nor that you’d make it so that this match doesn’t even matter.”
“I’ve already won, Katherine. You’re broken, and no wrestling match can fix you…”
“But I’ll finish the job regardless, and break you physically as well as mentally. Then you can run away with your tail tucked between your legs, go cheer The Boyfriend on in his endeavours and just stop being a pain in my ass…” she says, derisively, “…and that'll be the icing on the cake for my 2nd Impact.” That same devious smirk returns to her face as the scene comes to an end.
“Now, the cynical person could submit that this backs up my previous claim that I've been ahead of you the whole time we’ve been in LDFC, but..." she shrugs, "...maybe if you'd busted your ass as much in those first three months as you did before your big match against Butcher, then we wouldn't be in this situation. Maybe if you were at the LDFC training facility from eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, five days a week, then you might have learned something before now. Maybe if you could cultivate a working relationship with the men tasked with helping you learn to wrestle, then you could put in extra hours to help you - sacrifice an evening or a weekend for the greater good."
"Alas, no, you'd rather drag the name of a legendary independent wrestler through the mud. A man who has put his blood, sweat and tears into FGA to build it into the promotion that I'll one day call home. A man who has been given the unenviable task of moulding people like you into bona fide wrestlers. A man who has battled demons and addictions, who is doing his best to stay on the straight and narrow, to raise his son alone..." The Baroness bows her head, "...and you slander and attack him. You accuse him of playing favorites, of sleeping with his students, of hindering your progress in some way.”
“Urgh, seriously just have some goddamn respect for this industry, these promotions and the men and women who helped pave the way for people such as you and me, you repugnant little bitch." The Baroness exclaims, angrily. “I mentioned your lack of redeemable qualities, right? Add disrespectful to that list.”
"And I'm sorry that your daddy didn't raise you with enough manners to know when to turn the other cheek, or rise above the haters like a good girl should. That you bite every bit of bait that gets dangled in front of you, and without an ounce of common sense to any of your replies..." she scoffs, "...and I'm sorry that you feel slut shaming is an acceptable practice in today's society, Katherine.”
“That you felt the need to belittle me, to try and make me feel bad for being playful with grown men – I suppose it could be my own fault, I didn't realize we were still supposedly in high school! I didn't know I wasn't supposed to make friends. To get connections in the wrestling world. I never knew that by talking to wrestling icons such as Christian Kane, Evan Envi, Rex Evans, or even people like Donnie or Terrence Tillman, that made me a bad person.”
"But most of all, I'm sorry that I dedicated a small portion of my time to trying to break you. You see, when I first started poking and prodding you, pointing out your insecurities, your pettiness, your clinginess - your willingness to identify yourself as The Girlfriend – I knew that we’d end up here. I just didn’t think you’d have already given up all semblance of Katherine Kensington, nor that you’d make it so that this match doesn’t even matter.”
“I’ve already won, Katherine. You’re broken, and no wrestling match can fix you…”
“But I’ll finish the job regardless, and break you physically as well as mentally. Then you can run away with your tail tucked between your legs, go cheer The Boyfriend on in his endeavours and just stop being a pain in my ass…” she says, derisively, “…and that'll be the icing on the cake for my 2nd Impact.” That same devious smirk returns to her face as the scene comes to an end.