Post by Louise McDowell on Sept 13, 2013 20:24:09 GMT
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Mah heart raced as I ran doon the hallway, seekin' solace from t' memories in mah heid. Barkin' dogs diggin' up the bare bones of a past I thought I had put behind me lang ago.
Me hands shook as I struggled t' keep it t'gether, even as I burst inta one of the rest rooms in the arena. I rushed o'er t' the sink and clutched the sides o' it tightly as I leant forward and looked at mah reflection, the wide-eyed terror o' a fourteen year old lass expanded mah pupils, only this time I knew I wiz bein' irrational.
Louise: Come on, hold it t'gether lassie, yoo have beaten this before...
Mah mind flashed back t' what I had jus' seen. Mah good friend Jake Conway come t' someone else's rescue just as he had mine in t' summer o' eighty-nine, the summer I had lost -
I remember 'im swingin' a sledgehammer wildly as he arrived, jus' as he had fur t' Irishman moments ago. Only in me he heid, he had a busted lip, wiz bleedin', his face blurred by the mist of mah tears, jus' like I remember 'im.
Louise: Naw, lassie, dunnae do this t' yahself, dunnae think about tha' day 'nemore, jus' like the shrink seid...
The sound of a flushing stall behind me snapped me out of it, and I turned the tap, cuppin' mah hands under the steady stream of watter n' splashin' it across me face as some other lass came tah use the sink nex' t' me.
"Are you alright?" she said. Her American accent sounded as weird t' me ears as mah Scottish tongue probably sounded tah hers. I turned tah her with a wee smile.
Louise: Aye lass, I'm fine, just fine dunnae worry yoorsel' about me...
I lied. No' fur the firs' time t' her either. I hardly knew the lass, I only knew the man she married.
Kathy Conway offered me a smile and a nod as she finished washin' n; dryin' her hands and she left. No' another word wiz spoken between us n' though I probably shid o' been surprised by her ignorance, I wizne. She wiz American after all...
Amber Richards.
Second Ruby Champion.
Second best lass in t' aye-dubya-eff. Ye know lassie, I really havta admire yoor stayin' power. Yoo have carved out a nice wee niche fur yoorsel' in this company n' yoo have a firm grip on that title, I understand tha', believe me I do. So I'm no' gunnae sit 'ere n' insult yoos by sayin' I want yoor belt, I'm no' tha' premature. I'm no' Ashley.
I am Louise. Louise McDowell n' if ye didne know mah name already, n' le's be honest, why wid ye - I've only had two matches in mah career so far - yoo will by the end o' Mondi lass, I cannae promise victory, but I can promise ye tha'. The feisty wee Italian lass didne know who I wiz until las' week n' I surprised her. Jus' as I will surprise yoo. Bein' an English lassie yoorself, e'erythin' in me Scottish veins says I shid pro'aly hate ye, but I dunnae. I cannae. At leas no' yet. No' until yoo give me a reason t'.
Fact is lassie, I respect ye, I know yoos have tha' title aroon' yoor waist fur a reason, yoo're good. Yoo know it, I know it. Ashley knows it too, otherwise she widne be nippin' at ye heels quite as tenaciously as she has been lately. Yoo may underestimate 'er jus' as she underestimated me, n' as Champ, it is all part n' parcel o' the ego t' underestimate yoor competition, at leas' until they give yoo a reason t' think otherwise.
I can only hope yoo dunnae underestimate me Amber. If yoo do outta any sense of foolish pride or arrogance, I jus' may surprise ye, like I did Ashley las' week so I wid suggest yoo take me as seriously as yoo wid 'ne other opponent a' Sacrifice, 'cause I want ye at yoor absolute best lass, 'nethin' less wid be a disappointment t' both o' us. As much as I know I've gotta prove I deserve t' be in the same ring wit' yoo, I've gotta prove it t' mahsel' also.
N' yoo can bet yoor wee little arse lassie that I inten' t' do jus' tha'!
Maybe I wiz jus' a glutton fur punishment, but this time as I watched 'im race t' help Spike, I didne have th same reaction as I did las' Mondi. I braced mahsel' fur a rush tha' ne'er came n' I felt stupid as I opened mah eyes again and caught 'im smilin' at me...
Louise: Yoo mus' think I'm bein' a right cowardly lass right now.
"Not at all" he said.
The sincerity in his dark brown eyes as he looked at me left me wit' little doubt n' a lot o' shivers doon me spine.
It wiz nice o' Kathy t' send 'im 'ere t' mah hotel room. Maybe I had misjudged her. She sent 'im t' me so he wid check up on me n' make sure I wiz alright, n' I wiz...now tha' Jake wiz 'ere wit' me. It really wiz a sign o' how much she trusted 'im, the only problem wiz, I wizne sure I trusted mahsel' n' as he put his arm aroon' me as we sat on t' bed n' we began t' watch the cage match t'gether, it stirred up the memories o' when we were wanes watchin' 'rasslin' on telly durin' oor summers t'gether.
It wiz then mah heart began t' race fur an entirely new reason. Mah eyes shot wide wit' the realisation I dare not admit t' 'im.
I wiz in love wit' mah best friend.
I wiz in love wit' mah hero.
I wiz in love wit' a married man.
I wiz in love wit' Jake Conway...
Mah heart raced as I ran doon the hallway, seekin' solace from t' memories in mah heid. Barkin' dogs diggin' up the bare bones of a past I thought I had put behind me lang ago.
Me hands shook as I struggled t' keep it t'gether, even as I burst inta one of the rest rooms in the arena. I rushed o'er t' the sink and clutched the sides o' it tightly as I leant forward and looked at mah reflection, the wide-eyed terror o' a fourteen year old lass expanded mah pupils, only this time I knew I wiz bein' irrational.
Louise: Come on, hold it t'gether lassie, yoo have beaten this before...
Mah mind flashed back t' what I had jus' seen. Mah good friend Jake Conway come t' someone else's rescue just as he had mine in t' summer o' eighty-nine, the summer I had lost -
I remember 'im swingin' a sledgehammer wildly as he arrived, jus' as he had fur t' Irishman moments ago. Only in me he heid, he had a busted lip, wiz bleedin', his face blurred by the mist of mah tears, jus' like I remember 'im.
Louise: Naw, lassie, dunnae do this t' yahself, dunnae think about tha' day 'nemore, jus' like the shrink seid...
The sound of a flushing stall behind me snapped me out of it, and I turned the tap, cuppin' mah hands under the steady stream of watter n' splashin' it across me face as some other lass came tah use the sink nex' t' me.
"Are you alright?" she said. Her American accent sounded as weird t' me ears as mah Scottish tongue probably sounded tah hers. I turned tah her with a wee smile.
Louise: Aye lass, I'm fine, just fine dunnae worry yoorsel' about me...
I lied. No' fur the firs' time t' her either. I hardly knew the lass, I only knew the man she married.
Kathy Conway offered me a smile and a nod as she finished washin' n; dryin' her hands and she left. No' another word wiz spoken between us n' though I probably shid o' been surprised by her ignorance, I wizne. She wiz American after all...
Amber Richards.
Second Ruby Champion.
Second best lass in t' aye-dubya-eff. Ye know lassie, I really havta admire yoor stayin' power. Yoo have carved out a nice wee niche fur yoorsel' in this company n' yoo have a firm grip on that title, I understand tha', believe me I do. So I'm no' gunnae sit 'ere n' insult yoos by sayin' I want yoor belt, I'm no' tha' premature. I'm no' Ashley.
I am Louise. Louise McDowell n' if ye didne know mah name already, n' le's be honest, why wid ye - I've only had two matches in mah career so far - yoo will by the end o' Mondi lass, I cannae promise victory, but I can promise ye tha'. The feisty wee Italian lass didne know who I wiz until las' week n' I surprised her. Jus' as I will surprise yoo. Bein' an English lassie yoorself, e'erythin' in me Scottish veins says I shid pro'aly hate ye, but I dunnae. I cannae. At leas no' yet. No' until yoo give me a reason t'.
Fact is lassie, I respect ye, I know yoos have tha' title aroon' yoor waist fur a reason, yoo're good. Yoo know it, I know it. Ashley knows it too, otherwise she widne be nippin' at ye heels quite as tenaciously as she has been lately. Yoo may underestimate 'er jus' as she underestimated me, n' as Champ, it is all part n' parcel o' the ego t' underestimate yoor competition, at leas' until they give yoo a reason t' think otherwise.
I can only hope yoo dunnae underestimate me Amber. If yoo do outta any sense of foolish pride or arrogance, I jus' may surprise ye, like I did Ashley las' week so I wid suggest yoo take me as seriously as yoo wid 'ne other opponent a' Sacrifice, 'cause I want ye at yoor absolute best lass, 'nethin' less wid be a disappointment t' both o' us. As much as I know I've gotta prove I deserve t' be in the same ring wit' yoo, I've gotta prove it t' mahsel' also.
N' yoo can bet yoor wee little arse lassie that I inten' t' do jus' tha'!
Maybe I wiz jus' a glutton fur punishment, but this time as I watched 'im race t' help Spike, I didne have th same reaction as I did las' Mondi. I braced mahsel' fur a rush tha' ne'er came n' I felt stupid as I opened mah eyes again and caught 'im smilin' at me...
Louise: Yoo mus' think I'm bein' a right cowardly lass right now.
"Not at all" he said.
The sincerity in his dark brown eyes as he looked at me left me wit' little doubt n' a lot o' shivers doon me spine.
It wiz nice o' Kathy t' send 'im 'ere t' mah hotel room. Maybe I had misjudged her. She sent 'im t' me so he wid check up on me n' make sure I wiz alright, n' I wiz...now tha' Jake wiz 'ere wit' me. It really wiz a sign o' how much she trusted 'im, the only problem wiz, I wizne sure I trusted mahsel' n' as he put his arm aroon' me as we sat on t' bed n' we began t' watch the cage match t'gether, it stirred up the memories o' when we were wanes watchin' 'rasslin' on telly durin' oor summers t'gether.
It wiz then mah heart began t' race fur an entirely new reason. Mah eyes shot wide wit' the realisation I dare not admit t' 'im.
I wiz in love wit' mah best friend.
I wiz in love wit' mah hero.
I wiz in love wit' a married man.
I wiz in love wit' Jake Conway...
Well howdy there pardner.