Post by Zelda on Jul 26, 2014 17:21:33 GMT -5
-||AN UNSPECIFIED TIME IN THE PAST||-
{We open up to see Zelda and her new official boyfriend, the mysterious, Beckett in an all out make out session as they slide in through the front door of the Knite household. Zelda drags Beckett backwards as she pulls away leading him towards the stairs as she bites down cutely on her bottom lip... as she tends to do, Beckett however stops her, he smiles at her coyly.}
Zelda: Don’t worry… everybody is asleep.
Beckett: You sure you’re ready for this?
Zelda: I’m positive...so… positive. This has been an amazing night. I can’t believe how great you are… I mean after what I do to you and you are still this sweet and caring… I don’t want this night to end.
Beckett: Well then…
{Beckett raises his hand and gives her the “after you” gesture towards the stairs to her room. She shakes her head no and instead presses her body up against his before leaning up on her tip toes to kiss him on the lips. He lifts her off her feet in his giant arms and as they continue to kiss walks her up to the second floor, through her door and gently tosses her onto the bed. Zelda leans up and pulls her blouse over her head and throws it to the floor. Becket gets on the bed and leans over her and the two begin kissing again. Becket rubs his hands up and down her sides and then up under her bra, Zelda unclasps the front and is going to really getting ready for this but suddenly Beckett stops just as Zelda’s face goes red and is starting to sigh in excitement.}
Zelda: What’s wrong?
Beckett: I think it’s time I should head home, it’s getting late.
Zelda: Why? What’s wrong? Did I do something… I thought, I thought you wanted this?
Beckett: Oh I do… but remember… you’re waiting for the right moment because of all those other mistakes you made… oh and consider this a little payback for that whole Simon thing.
{Beckett leans down, putting his hand on her cheek and gives her a kiss on the lips before standing up and heading towards the door.}
Beckett: Goodnight Syd.
Zelda: But but but… but…
{Zelda is in complete shock as Beckett just smiles and heads out the door of her room. She sits up in bed, covering her chest and still can’t believe what is happening before she lets out a small laugh as she smiles and speaks very softly where nobody can hear her..}
Zelda: And quit calling me Sydney.
-||BRIEF FADE OUT||-
{We see Simon Daye sitting in the car in front of the Knite household with his best friend every, Johnnie Lei.}
Johnnie: You know this is stalking right?
SImon: There is something fishy about this guy… I’m telling you. There is no way some dude would want to stick with Zelda after he finds out that she has been sleeping with another man for the whole month they’ve been dating. There is something about him, there is a motive there.
Johnnie: Or he just cares about her.
Simon: Impossible.
Johnnie: That’s crazy… yet you’re sitting across the street staking out her house because she chose another guy over you…
Simon: Shut up… wait for it… Yes.
{Simon pulls out a camera and snaps a quick picture of Beckett as he heads to his truck to drive away.}
Johnnie: Is there something you need to tell me?
Simon: Now we just need to get this picture to the private detective that I’ve hired and we’ll find out who this “Beckett” person really is.
Johnnie: You have issues brah.
{We fade to black for now.}
It was one loss…
I’m over it.
I’m still the best wrestler in the world today.
SO… get used to it.
This week we have the ever impressive Gabriella Camacho… and by “impressive” I mean totally the opposite of that. You know I really wanted to come out firing against some loser that was going to get smacked down like the Doc should have been my last match but I seriously have no idea who this is.. and that’s not a joke. It’s me seriously not having a single clue who this person is or what she’s all about. She’s a nobody, a nothing, a passing thought at best.
You think I care now? Please. This is the type of match where you walk in, walk out and never think about again after completely embarrassing your competition. I’m a real wrestler, I’m a real professional, I’ve been trained by one of the bests in the business for several years and I’m being thrown up against some blogger in wrestling tights.
Yeah… color me real impressed.
This is nothing for me.
Come on, blog about me, tell all your endearing public about how you can’t stand the fact that I’ve disrespected you, tell them how you are going to make a big statement about shutting me up and how you are going to give this match all you have just to prove your point, and I’ll laugh in your face as I’m running circles around you and stretching every joint in your body to it’s breaking point. I know at least five ways to break your leg before you know what’s happening, so don’t even attempt to provoke me.
It’s a side of me that not a lot of people have seen, I know, but it’s not too many times that I’m coming off a loss so I think it’s fitting that I come down and make real quick work of my very next opponent to bounce back with a real statement.
You lost to my best friend, Crystal last week… and I am way better than she is. Sorry, Crystal. You think I’m just going to come out and lay an egg? You think that I’m not going to shut you and your blogging up before it can even get started? Try and take me down, try and overcome another member of EMF…. and the outcome is going to stay the same. You tapping out in the middle of the ring.
Crystal doesn’t even know three submission holds and she made you scream out in pain quitting. I’ve been trained extensively in the arts of submission, mat based wrestling…. you are going to be more like Bowser flailing around in a pit of lava more than a wrestler.
You will never beat me, you will never be an equal to me… I am one half of the first ever tag team champions and you couldn’t even make it out of the second round of the marquee title tournament. You won’t beat me, you can’t beat me… because I won’t allow it. I always end with the high score, I always walk out with something that makes me better than you… no matter what happens… you strike me down and I will come back stronger than you could ever imagine…
and I’m going to prove that against you.
That’s why this, all this, is my legend.
This is why I’m the BEST. EVER.
Deal with it.
-||SOMETIME CLOSER TO RIGHT NOW||-
{When we come back it’s late at night, very late as we see a man in a dark suit sitting at a dimly lit table with Simon Daye and Johnnie Lei across from him. The man smoking a cigarette pushes a manilla envelope across the table to Simon. Simon picks it up and looks at it before inquiring.}
Simon: So what is this? What did you find out?
Detective: There isn’t much to go on… no last name to go on, no mail, no bills in the trash, he lives alone in a small nondescript apartment in Arlington. He seemingly only leaves to eat and go see your girl and then comes back and doesn’t have any visitors. No name, nothing interesting, almost as if he lives to do nothing but be with that girl you told me to watch too.
Simon: Dammit… you can’t be serious!
Johnnie: Wait Simon, you do have to see that, that is very weird. He doesn’t go anywhere?
Detective: Nowhere… except for what is in that bag. That’s the one time where he saw anybody else the whole time I tailed him.
{Simon smiles as he pulls out a small recorder and some pictures. Simon takes the recorder and hits the play button at the urging of the detective.}
~~~~
Old Voice: So have you done it yet?
Beckett Voice: Well we’re officially a couple. This week I plan on taking her to comiccon, she is really going to love that.
Old Voice: You haven’t slept with her yet?
Beckett: No.
Old Voice: What is wrong with you!? You are supposed to crush her, you are supposed to bring her to her knees and then bring her entire world crashing down around her! Come on, how am I supposed to extract my revenge if you can’t get one simple thing right!?
Beckett: *groans* Whatever you say.
Old Voice: You’d better look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you boy! Who the hell are you talking to on that confaggled thing anyway!? What is so important!?
Beckett: Her…
Old Voice: Don’t tell me…
**Cuts off**
~~~~
{Simon throws his hand up victorious.}
Simon: I knew it! I knew that there was something to this guy!
Johnnie: Yea yea… there’s a first time for everything. Who knew your crazy ass theory with no factual evidence would have been correct.
Simon: So now the question is… who is this guy and what are they planning with my Zelda.
Detective: Well I managed to get a few pictures of the two as I was walking away from where I was recording their conversation. Maybe the face means more to you than it does to me.
{Simon pulls out the picture and cocks an eye with a shocked expression on his as he looks back at the old man’s face that is now staring back at him.}
Johnnie: What’s wrong? Who is it.
Simon: That’s…. that’s… Rusty Carson.
{We fade to black one last time as we wonder what the long time former wrestling rival of Zelda’s father, Gib, is doing on that picture. What plot is at foot… and what does this mean for Zelda? We’ll find out soon enough… I’m sure.}
{We open up to see Zelda and her new official boyfriend, the mysterious, Beckett in an all out make out session as they slide in through the front door of the Knite household. Zelda drags Beckett backwards as she pulls away leading him towards the stairs as she bites down cutely on her bottom lip... as she tends to do, Beckett however stops her, he smiles at her coyly.}
Zelda: Don’t worry… everybody is asleep.
Beckett: You sure you’re ready for this?
Zelda: I’m positive...so… positive. This has been an amazing night. I can’t believe how great you are… I mean after what I do to you and you are still this sweet and caring… I don’t want this night to end.
Beckett: Well then…
{Beckett raises his hand and gives her the “after you” gesture towards the stairs to her room. She shakes her head no and instead presses her body up against his before leaning up on her tip toes to kiss him on the lips. He lifts her off her feet in his giant arms and as they continue to kiss walks her up to the second floor, through her door and gently tosses her onto the bed. Zelda leans up and pulls her blouse over her head and throws it to the floor. Becket gets on the bed and leans over her and the two begin kissing again. Becket rubs his hands up and down her sides and then up under her bra, Zelda unclasps the front and is going to really getting ready for this but suddenly Beckett stops just as Zelda’s face goes red and is starting to sigh in excitement.}
Zelda: What’s wrong?
Beckett: I think it’s time I should head home, it’s getting late.
Zelda: Why? What’s wrong? Did I do something… I thought, I thought you wanted this?
Beckett: Oh I do… but remember… you’re waiting for the right moment because of all those other mistakes you made… oh and consider this a little payback for that whole Simon thing.
{Beckett leans down, putting his hand on her cheek and gives her a kiss on the lips before standing up and heading towards the door.}
Beckett: Goodnight Syd.
Zelda: But but but… but…
{Zelda is in complete shock as Beckett just smiles and heads out the door of her room. She sits up in bed, covering her chest and still can’t believe what is happening before she lets out a small laugh as she smiles and speaks very softly where nobody can hear her..}
Zelda: And quit calling me Sydney.
-||BRIEF FADE OUT||-
{We see Simon Daye sitting in the car in front of the Knite household with his best friend every, Johnnie Lei.}
Johnnie: You know this is stalking right?
SImon: There is something fishy about this guy… I’m telling you. There is no way some dude would want to stick with Zelda after he finds out that she has been sleeping with another man for the whole month they’ve been dating. There is something about him, there is a motive there.
Johnnie: Or he just cares about her.
Simon: Impossible.
Johnnie: That’s crazy… yet you’re sitting across the street staking out her house because she chose another guy over you…
Simon: Shut up… wait for it… Yes.
{Simon pulls out a camera and snaps a quick picture of Beckett as he heads to his truck to drive away.}
Johnnie: Is there something you need to tell me?
Simon: Now we just need to get this picture to the private detective that I’ve hired and we’ll find out who this “Beckett” person really is.
Johnnie: You have issues brah.
{We fade to black for now.}
It was one loss…
I’m over it.
I’m still the best wrestler in the world today.
SO… get used to it.
This week we have the ever impressive Gabriella Camacho… and by “impressive” I mean totally the opposite of that. You know I really wanted to come out firing against some loser that was going to get smacked down like the Doc should have been my last match but I seriously have no idea who this is.. and that’s not a joke. It’s me seriously not having a single clue who this person is or what she’s all about. She’s a nobody, a nothing, a passing thought at best.
You think I care now? Please. This is the type of match where you walk in, walk out and never think about again after completely embarrassing your competition. I’m a real wrestler, I’m a real professional, I’ve been trained by one of the bests in the business for several years and I’m being thrown up against some blogger in wrestling tights.
Yeah… color me real impressed.
This is nothing for me.
Come on, blog about me, tell all your endearing public about how you can’t stand the fact that I’ve disrespected you, tell them how you are going to make a big statement about shutting me up and how you are going to give this match all you have just to prove your point, and I’ll laugh in your face as I’m running circles around you and stretching every joint in your body to it’s breaking point. I know at least five ways to break your leg before you know what’s happening, so don’t even attempt to provoke me.
It’s a side of me that not a lot of people have seen, I know, but it’s not too many times that I’m coming off a loss so I think it’s fitting that I come down and make real quick work of my very next opponent to bounce back with a real statement.
You lost to my best friend, Crystal last week… and I am way better than she is. Sorry, Crystal. You think I’m just going to come out and lay an egg? You think that I’m not going to shut you and your blogging up before it can even get started? Try and take me down, try and overcome another member of EMF…. and the outcome is going to stay the same. You tapping out in the middle of the ring.
Crystal doesn’t even know three submission holds and she made you scream out in pain quitting. I’ve been trained extensively in the arts of submission, mat based wrestling…. you are going to be more like Bowser flailing around in a pit of lava more than a wrestler.
You will never beat me, you will never be an equal to me… I am one half of the first ever tag team champions and you couldn’t even make it out of the second round of the marquee title tournament. You won’t beat me, you can’t beat me… because I won’t allow it. I always end with the high score, I always walk out with something that makes me better than you… no matter what happens… you strike me down and I will come back stronger than you could ever imagine…
and I’m going to prove that against you.
That’s why this, all this, is my legend.
This is why I’m the BEST. EVER.
Deal with it.
-||SOMETIME CLOSER TO RIGHT NOW||-
{When we come back it’s late at night, very late as we see a man in a dark suit sitting at a dimly lit table with Simon Daye and Johnnie Lei across from him. The man smoking a cigarette pushes a manilla envelope across the table to Simon. Simon picks it up and looks at it before inquiring.}
Simon: So what is this? What did you find out?
Detective: There isn’t much to go on… no last name to go on, no mail, no bills in the trash, he lives alone in a small nondescript apartment in Arlington. He seemingly only leaves to eat and go see your girl and then comes back and doesn’t have any visitors. No name, nothing interesting, almost as if he lives to do nothing but be with that girl you told me to watch too.
Simon: Dammit… you can’t be serious!
Johnnie: Wait Simon, you do have to see that, that is very weird. He doesn’t go anywhere?
Detective: Nowhere… except for what is in that bag. That’s the one time where he saw anybody else the whole time I tailed him.
{Simon smiles as he pulls out a small recorder and some pictures. Simon takes the recorder and hits the play button at the urging of the detective.}
~~~~
Old Voice: So have you done it yet?
Beckett Voice: Well we’re officially a couple. This week I plan on taking her to comiccon, she is really going to love that.
Old Voice: You haven’t slept with her yet?
Beckett: No.
Old Voice: What is wrong with you!? You are supposed to crush her, you are supposed to bring her to her knees and then bring her entire world crashing down around her! Come on, how am I supposed to extract my revenge if you can’t get one simple thing right!?
Beckett: *groans* Whatever you say.
Old Voice: You’d better look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you boy! Who the hell are you talking to on that confaggled thing anyway!? What is so important!?
Beckett: Her…
Old Voice: Don’t tell me…
**Cuts off**
~~~~
{Simon throws his hand up victorious.}
Simon: I knew it! I knew that there was something to this guy!
Johnnie: Yea yea… there’s a first time for everything. Who knew your crazy ass theory with no factual evidence would have been correct.
Simon: So now the question is… who is this guy and what are they planning with my Zelda.
Detective: Well I managed to get a few pictures of the two as I was walking away from where I was recording their conversation. Maybe the face means more to you than it does to me.
{Simon pulls out the picture and cocks an eye with a shocked expression on his as he looks back at the old man’s face that is now staring back at him.}
Johnnie: What’s wrong? Who is it.
Simon: That’s…. that’s… Rusty Carson.
{We fade to black one last time as we wonder what the long time former wrestling rival of Zelda’s father, Gib, is doing on that picture. What plot is at foot… and what does this mean for Zelda? We’ll find out soon enough… I’m sure.}