The Crimson Baroness vs. Sydney Christensen
Oct 15, 2015 17:37:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2015 17:37:49 GMT -5
Off Camera
“I’ll just leave you to it…” Annie says, standing up from her seated position on the bed, and excusing herself from her own bedroom. There’s no verbal response from Katie, just a forlorn look as she watches Annie close the door behind her.
Rolf stays behind though, his head resting on Katie’s thigh as he sleeps peacefully. She strokes his fur with one hand, while reaching for her cell phone with the other. There are a few phone calls she needs to make, just to pass on the bad news.
“Hey there, stranger” says Donnie as he answers the phone.
Katie smiles faintly at the sound of his voice. They haven’t spoken all that much since their night together; after that Donnie told her that he had feelings for Bree, and that he was going to pursue them… “Hey Donnie,” she says, softly.
“You said you needed to talk, is everything ok?” he asks, getting straight to the point.
“Um…” But words escape her; Katie sniffs and whimpers, unable to hold back the tears as one trickles slowly down her cheek.
“Are you crying?” Donnie asks, concern evident in his voice. “Katie, what’s wrong?”
“I did something stupid,” she answers, finally. “You’re going to hate me, everybody’s going to hate me…”
“I could never hate you, Katie, you know that.” Donnie assures her, but the words feel hollow to Katie. She knows his tone might change once he knows the news. “Take a minute if you need, and just tell me what’s wrong?”
“I…” she pauses and takes a deep breath, “...I’m really hoping this doesn’t get between you and Bree, because you know I don’t want to hurt you, Donnie. But you know we had that night together...”
“Uh huh,” he murmurs.
“Well, I got a call from the doctor’s office-” she hears him audibly gasp.
“You’re pregnant?” he blurts out in sheer panic.
“No!” Katie answers, incredulously. Her tone quickly changes, though, taking on a more sombre tone to counteract Donnie’s sigh of relief. “I...I tested positive for chlamydia…” she pauses, giving Donnie chance to respond. But he doesn’t. He probably can’t. “...and the, uh, doctors recommend you go and get tested too. I’m sorry…” whimpers Katie before the dam bursts, and the tears start to flow down her cheeks. Her sobs can probably be heard by Annie on the other side of the door, but they can definitely be heard by Donnie on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry.” she says again through the tears.
There is a dead silence on the line as Donnie takes a second to process the information he’s just been given. “W-Wait, what?” He stammers, wanting to make sure he heard her correctly; but the sobs that greet him are his only confirmation. “Chlamydia?” He repeats, his voice uneasy and shaken. “Hell Katie, I-I…” he begins, but the truth is he’s at a loss for words. There are so many questions swirling around in his head, yet the blow of her revelation has left him unable to verbalize anything but the God honest truth. “I honestly don’t know what to say right now, but… thanks for tellin’ me?” The comment comes off as awkward, but typical Donnie if you know him. Listening to her sobs on the other line, his heart still goes out to her. Despite what people may think of her, he knows that she’s not really as bad as the world thinks she is. “Look.. I hope everything works out for ya, ok? I really do.” he adds, sincerely. “Please, just take care of yaself, y’hear?”
"I-I've taken my pills," she stammers, "and I'm getting tested again in a few weeks. But I'd hate for you to pass it on to Bree." That pains her; as happy as she is for Donnie and Bree, and as content as Katie is with her own relationships ... She misses him.
"I'll get checked out, don'tcha worry about it..." he says and that's all she can take. Donnie hears the dial tone as Katie hangs up the phone, dropping it down onto the bed as she hears the door open.
"How did he take it?" Annie asks, curiously.
"As well as expected..." Katie mumbles, as Annie makes her way over to give her best friend a big hug. "...now I’ve just got to tell Rex and Chris."
On Camera
“Is this what you want?” The Crimson Baroness asks, running her hand down the length of the Carolinas Cup. The crystal features shimmering under the lights as The Baroness stands, clad in her ring attire of red leather, with her back to the camera. “The Carolinas Cup that you all claim I didn’t earn, that I don’t deserve, that you all think should no longer be in my possession…”
She falls silent, except for a barely audible sigh that involuntarily escapes her lips. “You know not of what you speak. You think because I didn’t beat somebody in the ring that I don’t deserve this – well tell me how well your adventures abroad are working out, Brat! Let your jealousy, and your petty hatred flow freely.”
“Just because you don’t understand something, because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. And some of you can’t seem to comprehend the effort I went through to capture this cup.”
“That while everybody had their eyes on Nest and the Apex Championship, I set my sights on something different. And nobody knows the time, and the dedication I put forth in my endeavours to unearth this trophy.”
“I brought this cup into being…”
“I put my blood, sweat, and tears into getting this cup…” and some other stuff in order to keep it.
“And now you want to try and take it away from me.” Her voice cracks slightly before she softly giggles, covering her mouth with one hand as she makes her way around the table, so that The Crimson Baroness is standing with The Carolinas Cup in front of her. Her gaze is transfixed on the trophy. As if I haven’t lost enough this week, she thinks, but doesn’t dare speak aloud.
“And it’s up to you, Sydney Christensen, to take this cup from me. I just hope you’re up to the challenge,” a wry smirk appears on the face of The Baroness as she tilts her head upwards, so that she’s looking towards the camera, “because I’d simply hate for another of The Brat’s friends to fall at my feet.” She snipes, smirking all the while.
“Don’t get me wrong, though, I know you’re supposedly more talented than The Girlfriend is…was, whatever – that’s why they chose you to try and put me in my place.” She states, emphatically. ”But this is my story, Sydney, and the ending to Frontier to the Future will be the same as what these fans have grown accustomed to as of late. And that’s me coming out on top.” She winks at the camera, fully aware as to how close her world is to collapsing around her.
“But just like those that have come before you – like The Girlfriend, like The Brat, like The Terrific One - you will be left humbled in the end, so ready your apologies, and your concession speech because you’re going to be needing them very soon.”
“You see, I know, and I understand that you’ve accumulated a vast collection of titles and accolades during your career, Sydney, whether it’s any of your GCW or SWC titles,” The Baroness pauses, “or being the ‘longest reigning and best ever rEvolution Wrestling champion’…” she giggles before singing, “…there’s a feeling I get, when I look to the west, and my spirit is weeping for watching. So if you’re looking to impress me, Sydney, you’ll have to do better than that – take the Cannon or the Zero route, and leave those boasts at the door. They mean little here. But if you’re looking to instil fear in me, then quite simply you’ve failed miserably.”
“For all of your accolades, this cup won’t be added to your list. Not now, not ever. Not while there’s anything I can do about it.”
“But it’s cute that you’re playing along, Sydney, that you believe your own hype like that. It makes it all the more fun when I break you, and leave Elizabeth Lannister the scraps…” she giggles again.
“And trust me when I tell you that you’re not getting away with your recent antics on Pride. You’re not escaping unscathed for your attempts to show me up, or ruffle my feathers.”
“I don’t take too kindly to that kind of behaviour,” The Baroness says, sardonically, referring to her recent appearance on SCW’s Wildcard, and her ‘match’ - to put it loosely - against Sherry Diamond “but you want to venture into my ring and talk shit to me?”
“You know how the saying goes…”
“And now as we near Frontier to the Future 2…” she smirks again, “…the fun begins.”
WORD COUNT: 1497
“I’ll just leave you to it…” Annie says, standing up from her seated position on the bed, and excusing herself from her own bedroom. There’s no verbal response from Katie, just a forlorn look as she watches Annie close the door behind her.
Rolf stays behind though, his head resting on Katie’s thigh as he sleeps peacefully. She strokes his fur with one hand, while reaching for her cell phone with the other. There are a few phone calls she needs to make, just to pass on the bad news.
“Hey there, stranger” says Donnie as he answers the phone.
Katie smiles faintly at the sound of his voice. They haven’t spoken all that much since their night together; after that Donnie told her that he had feelings for Bree, and that he was going to pursue them… “Hey Donnie,” she says, softly.
“You said you needed to talk, is everything ok?” he asks, getting straight to the point.
“Um…” But words escape her; Katie sniffs and whimpers, unable to hold back the tears as one trickles slowly down her cheek.
“Are you crying?” Donnie asks, concern evident in his voice. “Katie, what’s wrong?”
“I did something stupid,” she answers, finally. “You’re going to hate me, everybody’s going to hate me…”
“I could never hate you, Katie, you know that.” Donnie assures her, but the words feel hollow to Katie. She knows his tone might change once he knows the news. “Take a minute if you need, and just tell me what’s wrong?”
“I…” she pauses and takes a deep breath, “...I’m really hoping this doesn’t get between you and Bree, because you know I don’t want to hurt you, Donnie. But you know we had that night together...”
“Uh huh,” he murmurs.
“Well, I got a call from the doctor’s office-” she hears him audibly gasp.
“You’re pregnant?” he blurts out in sheer panic.
“No!” Katie answers, incredulously. Her tone quickly changes, though, taking on a more sombre tone to counteract Donnie’s sigh of relief. “I...I tested positive for chlamydia…” she pauses, giving Donnie chance to respond. But he doesn’t. He probably can’t. “...and the, uh, doctors recommend you go and get tested too. I’m sorry…” whimpers Katie before the dam bursts, and the tears start to flow down her cheeks. Her sobs can probably be heard by Annie on the other side of the door, but they can definitely be heard by Donnie on the other end of the phone. “I’m sorry.” she says again through the tears.
There is a dead silence on the line as Donnie takes a second to process the information he’s just been given. “W-Wait, what?” He stammers, wanting to make sure he heard her correctly; but the sobs that greet him are his only confirmation. “Chlamydia?” He repeats, his voice uneasy and shaken. “Hell Katie, I-I…” he begins, but the truth is he’s at a loss for words. There are so many questions swirling around in his head, yet the blow of her revelation has left him unable to verbalize anything but the God honest truth. “I honestly don’t know what to say right now, but… thanks for tellin’ me?” The comment comes off as awkward, but typical Donnie if you know him. Listening to her sobs on the other line, his heart still goes out to her. Despite what people may think of her, he knows that she’s not really as bad as the world thinks she is. “Look.. I hope everything works out for ya, ok? I really do.” he adds, sincerely. “Please, just take care of yaself, y’hear?”
"I-I've taken my pills," she stammers, "and I'm getting tested again in a few weeks. But I'd hate for you to pass it on to Bree." That pains her; as happy as she is for Donnie and Bree, and as content as Katie is with her own relationships ... She misses him.
"I'll get checked out, don'tcha worry about it..." he says and that's all she can take. Donnie hears the dial tone as Katie hangs up the phone, dropping it down onto the bed as she hears the door open.
"How did he take it?" Annie asks, curiously.
"As well as expected..." Katie mumbles, as Annie makes her way over to give her best friend a big hug. "...now I’ve just got to tell Rex and Chris."
On Camera
“Is this what you want?” The Crimson Baroness asks, running her hand down the length of the Carolinas Cup. The crystal features shimmering under the lights as The Baroness stands, clad in her ring attire of red leather, with her back to the camera. “The Carolinas Cup that you all claim I didn’t earn, that I don’t deserve, that you all think should no longer be in my possession…”
She falls silent, except for a barely audible sigh that involuntarily escapes her lips. “You know not of what you speak. You think because I didn’t beat somebody in the ring that I don’t deserve this – well tell me how well your adventures abroad are working out, Brat! Let your jealousy, and your petty hatred flow freely.”
“Just because you don’t understand something, because you can’t see something, doesn’t mean it isn’t true. And some of you can’t seem to comprehend the effort I went through to capture this cup.”
“That while everybody had their eyes on Nest and the Apex Championship, I set my sights on something different. And nobody knows the time, and the dedication I put forth in my endeavours to unearth this trophy.”
“I brought this cup into being…”
“I put my blood, sweat, and tears into getting this cup…” and some other stuff in order to keep it.
“And now you want to try and take it away from me.” Her voice cracks slightly before she softly giggles, covering her mouth with one hand as she makes her way around the table, so that The Crimson Baroness is standing with The Carolinas Cup in front of her. Her gaze is transfixed on the trophy. As if I haven’t lost enough this week, she thinks, but doesn’t dare speak aloud.
“And it’s up to you, Sydney Christensen, to take this cup from me. I just hope you’re up to the challenge,” a wry smirk appears on the face of The Baroness as she tilts her head upwards, so that she’s looking towards the camera, “because I’d simply hate for another of The Brat’s friends to fall at my feet.” She snipes, smirking all the while.
“Don’t get me wrong, though, I know you’re supposedly more talented than The Girlfriend is…was, whatever – that’s why they chose you to try and put me in my place.” She states, emphatically. ”But this is my story, Sydney, and the ending to Frontier to the Future will be the same as what these fans have grown accustomed to as of late. And that’s me coming out on top.” She winks at the camera, fully aware as to how close her world is to collapsing around her.
“But just like those that have come before you – like The Girlfriend, like The Brat, like The Terrific One - you will be left humbled in the end, so ready your apologies, and your concession speech because you’re going to be needing them very soon.”
“You see, I know, and I understand that you’ve accumulated a vast collection of titles and accolades during your career, Sydney, whether it’s any of your GCW or SWC titles,” The Baroness pauses, “or being the ‘longest reigning and best ever rEvolution Wrestling champion’…” she giggles before singing, “…there’s a feeling I get, when I look to the west, and my spirit is weeping for watching. So if you’re looking to impress me, Sydney, you’ll have to do better than that – take the Cannon or the Zero route, and leave those boasts at the door. They mean little here. But if you’re looking to instil fear in me, then quite simply you’ve failed miserably.”
“For all of your accolades, this cup won’t be added to your list. Not now, not ever. Not while there’s anything I can do about it.”
“But it’s cute that you’re playing along, Sydney, that you believe your own hype like that. It makes it all the more fun when I break you, and leave Elizabeth Lannister the scraps…” she giggles again.
“And trust me when I tell you that you’re not getting away with your recent antics on Pride. You’re not escaping unscathed for your attempts to show me up, or ruffle my feathers.”
“I don’t take too kindly to that kind of behaviour,” The Baroness says, sardonically, referring to her recent appearance on SCW’s Wildcard, and her ‘match’ - to put it loosely - against Sherry Diamond “but you want to venture into my ring and talk shit to me?”
“You know how the saying goes…”
“And now as we near Frontier to the Future 2…” she smirks again, “…the fun begins.”
WORD COUNT: 1497