Post by Emma Danielson on May 1, 2019 5:02:39 GMT
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{The clip opens backstage, with a number of IWF rookies gathered around a monitor, along with IWF head trainer Emma Danielson. As the bell rings in the distance, "The Circle" by Blackmore's Night begins to play, leaving no question as to what match they had just witnessed. The color drains from Emma's face as the announcement echoes throughout the arena, and she turns to walk away, not even noticing the assault on Dawn Halliwell that happens afterwards. IWF interviewer Maria Iniesta follows after her, microphone in hand.}
Maria Iniesta: Emma! Emma! After witnessing the main event tonight, given your history with Eternity, do you have anything to say about the implications for the Women's World Title match at Night of the Immortals?
{Emma pauses in her tracks, turning back to Maria, and when she speaks, her voice is laden with emotion: half fear, half boiling rage.}
Emma Danielson: Do I have...anything to say? Yes. I hope Roberto Verona can live with himself. Because his petty FUCKING crusade against Xavier Cross might end up claiming an innocent casualty. If there's anyone active in this company now I believe can beat Eternity, it's Vivienne Rodgers, but...
{She rubs her right arm, looking down for a moment before looking back up.}
Emma Danielson: I remember every moment I spent in the ring with her. It's burned into my brain. No matter how much I believe, no matter how much I hope, I can't be certain.There's no such thing as certainty with Eternity. Chaos doesn't allow that.
{Emma looks away again, sighing slowly and looking back at the gathered, murmuring crowd of students as they begin to dissect the night's events.}
Emma Danielson: I...I don't know what else to say except that I have a schedule to keep, Maria. No further comment.
{With that, Emma turns and walks away, shaking her head as Maria watches her go. She begins shouting orders to the students, who turn and listen to her voice echo in the concrete halls.}
Emma Danielson: Alright! I hope you learned something tonight! Plane leaves at 8:30 tomorrow morning! If you're not on it, you can plead your case to Border Patrol! Monday classes are happening as scheduled, no excuses!
{Emma marshals the students, leading them towards the exit, but pauses herself, shooting a long glance back in the direction of the entrance ramp. After a few moments, though, she shakes her head, turning ad walking away. Maria looks back to the camera crew, clearly ready to follow, but a signal offscreen causes her to sigh, lowering her microphone as we fade out.}
{The clip opens backstage, with a number of IWF rookies gathered around a monitor, along with IWF head trainer Emma Danielson. As the bell rings in the distance, "The Circle" by Blackmore's Night begins to play, leaving no question as to what match they had just witnessed. The color drains from Emma's face as the announcement echoes throughout the arena, and she turns to walk away, not even noticing the assault on Dawn Halliwell that happens afterwards. IWF interviewer Maria Iniesta follows after her, microphone in hand.}
Maria Iniesta: Emma! Emma! After witnessing the main event tonight, given your history with Eternity, do you have anything to say about the implications for the Women's World Title match at Night of the Immortals?
{Emma pauses in her tracks, turning back to Maria, and when she speaks, her voice is laden with emotion: half fear, half boiling rage.}
Emma Danielson: Do I have...anything to say? Yes. I hope Roberto Verona can live with himself. Because his petty FUCKING crusade against Xavier Cross might end up claiming an innocent casualty. If there's anyone active in this company now I believe can beat Eternity, it's Vivienne Rodgers, but...
{She rubs her right arm, looking down for a moment before looking back up.}
Emma Danielson: I remember every moment I spent in the ring with her. It's burned into my brain. No matter how much I believe, no matter how much I hope, I can't be certain.There's no such thing as certainty with Eternity. Chaos doesn't allow that.
{Emma looks away again, sighing slowly and looking back at the gathered, murmuring crowd of students as they begin to dissect the night's events.}
Emma Danielson: I...I don't know what else to say except that I have a schedule to keep, Maria. No further comment.
{With that, Emma turns and walks away, shaking her head as Maria watches her go. She begins shouting orders to the students, who turn and listen to her voice echo in the concrete halls.}
Emma Danielson: Alright! I hope you learned something tonight! Plane leaves at 8:30 tomorrow morning! If you're not on it, you can plead your case to Border Patrol! Monday classes are happening as scheduled, no excuses!
{Emma marshals the students, leading them towards the exit, but pauses herself, shooting a long glance back in the direction of the entrance ramp. After a few moments, though, she shakes her head, turning ad walking away. Maria looks back to the camera crew, clearly ready to follow, but a signal offscreen causes her to sigh, lowering her microphone as we fade out.}