Post by Kathleen Conway on Sept 21, 2013 21:25:35 GMT
Forgive me if I start to sound terribly cliche here ladies, but this is it. The big one. The final act. The epic conclusion. The rubber band match. At least for me. I've been in this business long enough to now how this usually goes, against any other opponent, this match would be all about finding out which one of us is better in between those ropes. I've beaten you, you've beaten me - the record books of IWF say we're even.
But you're not just another opponent are you Eternity? I don't know what motivates you but I'm willing to bet it isn't a desire to prove that you're better than me. You don't care about which one of us is better, and as refreshing a stance as that is in this business, I'll be honest, it terrifies me. It terrifies me how you can care so little and I can care so much. Your lack of care is what drives you as fiercely as my caring too much drives me. It scares me that from a certain point of view we are reflections of each other, only the mirror is cracked.
We've both had our share of tragedies in our lives, the only difference is how we reacted to them. When tragedy threatened to take my sanity from me five years ago, I scratched and clawed, and struggled to hold on to it. When tragedy threatened to take yours, you gave it up and have never looked back. I'm sure to most people the distinction seems trivial, but to me it's absolutely pivotal.
We have both been through so much.
Only I have endured.
You have not.
You have crumbled, you have surrendered, you have given up.
That's why after three months, I will have my day. I will save Tiffany, and you, you will falter under the pressure. I will leave you as cracked physically as you are mentally in the middle of the ring and I will save my sister. I will do it not to save Jessica's title, I know she's more than capable of overcoming you and walking out of the Pay Per View with her title, only she won't have to, because I will twist you up like a pretzel and then I will laugh. My family will laugh. We will all laugh.
We will all laugh at the clown, not because I will take pleasure from your pain, I'm not that much like you, thank God. No, we will laugh because we've shed enough tears over what you've tried to do to my family. I've had enough of wiping away tears, be they my own or be they of my two baby daughters who miss their Auntie Tiffany. Yes. they still ask me when she's coming home, they just don't cry anymore because they want to be strong. Strong like mommy. Strong for mommy. I draw my strength as much from them as they draw theirs from me. Together we are unbreakable.
We are family.
And I know that hurts you even more than either Jess or I ever could. To know that I still have people around me that love and care for me, and you have no one. The closest person you can really call a friend is probably already plotting her own ascension in the company, her aspiration coloured green by her envy and jealousy over the shot you have. Jess may feel a little cheated out of the competitive match she wants when I end up leaving you tapping like a little bitch, but not as cheated as you will feel when Izzy is ready to stick the knife in your back to draw a Ruby shot for herself.
Don't worry though Eternity, I won't let her eliminate Jess. I will watch her back, as long as she understands that what I do on Sunday won't be for a shot at the Ruby Championship. No offence to our current Champion Amber Richards, but my entire motivation and purpose for being in this match runs deeper than a shot at her title. I'm doing this to get my family back.
Professional glory.
Personal ambition.
None of these are as important to me as the long overdue safe return of my baby sister.
I'm sure all of this sounds completely absurd to somebody like Isabella who looks after only herself and her own interests. It's amazing how easy it is to do that when you go out of your way to cover your own ass by associating yourself with freaks like Eternity and monsters like The Watchman. You keep them close in the hopes that they won't suddenly turn on you. Since the tragic death of your parents, they're the only meaningful bonds you've managed to form, and in any other circumstance, in any other match, I'd feel sorry for you.
But not this Sunday.
See Izzy, I don't expect you to understand the strength of real bonds between flesh and blood, the bond between sisters, and maybe you don't need to understand. Maybe all you really need to understand is how much my bonds to the people I love drive me. Keep me alive. Keep me going. Keep me in this fight. My bonds gave me the strength to endure everything Eternity threw at me last month, all the shots with a shovel. All her efforts to keep me down. All her determination to close the lid on me and bury me prematurely. In the end she couldn't do it alone. This time she may still not be alone, but then this time, neither will I. See Izzy, I started on a cliche so it's probably only fitting that I end on one.
Whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
And despite Eternity's best efforts, I'm not dead yet.
Kathleen Conway is sat at her dresser in the master bedroom of her luxurious Las Vegas home. She looks at herself in her make up mirror and realises her eyes are still red and puffy from the fresh tears she'd shed over her sister's disappearance. Driven by her memories, she had found some old photographs of them as a family. Her family. Her family before Jake Conway. Her family before all this.
As important as money is to live, ultimately it still buys the most trivial of things. It cannot and substitute what really matters. Family. Right now I'd trade it all in if I could just guarantee your safe return, Tiffany...but I cannot, and it still scares me...
Kathy's thoughts are interrupted by the voice of an angel calling for her.
"Mommy..."
Kathy looks over her shoulder and sees her three year old daughter, Domino standing in the door way clutching a small juice box in her hand.
Kathy: Come here, you...
Domino stumbles a little as she runs into her mother's open arms. Mother and daughter share a tight embrace and Domino giggles.
Kathy: Got ya! Ooooooh! You can't escape now!
Domino looks up at her mother with a smile as Kathy pulls her up onto her lap.
Domino: Why eyes so wed, mommy?
Kathy rubs her eyes.
Kathy: It's nothing, sweetie.
Domino: When is Auntie Tiffy coming home?
Kathy: Soon...sweet-pea, very soon.
Domino: Pwomiss?
Kathy: I promise.
But you're not just another opponent are you Eternity? I don't know what motivates you but I'm willing to bet it isn't a desire to prove that you're better than me. You don't care about which one of us is better, and as refreshing a stance as that is in this business, I'll be honest, it terrifies me. It terrifies me how you can care so little and I can care so much. Your lack of care is what drives you as fiercely as my caring too much drives me. It scares me that from a certain point of view we are reflections of each other, only the mirror is cracked.
We've both had our share of tragedies in our lives, the only difference is how we reacted to them. When tragedy threatened to take my sanity from me five years ago, I scratched and clawed, and struggled to hold on to it. When tragedy threatened to take yours, you gave it up and have never looked back. I'm sure to most people the distinction seems trivial, but to me it's absolutely pivotal.
We have both been through so much.
Only I have endured.
You have not.
You have crumbled, you have surrendered, you have given up.
That's why after three months, I will have my day. I will save Tiffany, and you, you will falter under the pressure. I will leave you as cracked physically as you are mentally in the middle of the ring and I will save my sister. I will do it not to save Jessica's title, I know she's more than capable of overcoming you and walking out of the Pay Per View with her title, only she won't have to, because I will twist you up like a pretzel and then I will laugh. My family will laugh. We will all laugh.
We will all laugh at the clown, not because I will take pleasure from your pain, I'm not that much like you, thank God. No, we will laugh because we've shed enough tears over what you've tried to do to my family. I've had enough of wiping away tears, be they my own or be they of my two baby daughters who miss their Auntie Tiffany. Yes. they still ask me when she's coming home, they just don't cry anymore because they want to be strong. Strong like mommy. Strong for mommy. I draw my strength as much from them as they draw theirs from me. Together we are unbreakable.
We are family.
And I know that hurts you even more than either Jess or I ever could. To know that I still have people around me that love and care for me, and you have no one. The closest person you can really call a friend is probably already plotting her own ascension in the company, her aspiration coloured green by her envy and jealousy over the shot you have. Jess may feel a little cheated out of the competitive match she wants when I end up leaving you tapping like a little bitch, but not as cheated as you will feel when Izzy is ready to stick the knife in your back to draw a Ruby shot for herself.
Don't worry though Eternity, I won't let her eliminate Jess. I will watch her back, as long as she understands that what I do on Sunday won't be for a shot at the Ruby Championship. No offence to our current Champion Amber Richards, but my entire motivation and purpose for being in this match runs deeper than a shot at her title. I'm doing this to get my family back.
Professional glory.
Personal ambition.
None of these are as important to me as the long overdue safe return of my baby sister.
I'm sure all of this sounds completely absurd to somebody like Isabella who looks after only herself and her own interests. It's amazing how easy it is to do that when you go out of your way to cover your own ass by associating yourself with freaks like Eternity and monsters like The Watchman. You keep them close in the hopes that they won't suddenly turn on you. Since the tragic death of your parents, they're the only meaningful bonds you've managed to form, and in any other circumstance, in any other match, I'd feel sorry for you.
But not this Sunday.
See Izzy, I don't expect you to understand the strength of real bonds between flesh and blood, the bond between sisters, and maybe you don't need to understand. Maybe all you really need to understand is how much my bonds to the people I love drive me. Keep me alive. Keep me going. Keep me in this fight. My bonds gave me the strength to endure everything Eternity threw at me last month, all the shots with a shovel. All her efforts to keep me down. All her determination to close the lid on me and bury me prematurely. In the end she couldn't do it alone. This time she may still not be alone, but then this time, neither will I. See Izzy, I started on a cliche so it's probably only fitting that I end on one.
Whatever doesn't kill me only makes me stronger.
And despite Eternity's best efforts, I'm not dead yet.
Kathleen Conway is sat at her dresser in the master bedroom of her luxurious Las Vegas home. She looks at herself in her make up mirror and realises her eyes are still red and puffy from the fresh tears she'd shed over her sister's disappearance. Driven by her memories, she had found some old photographs of them as a family. Her family. Her family before Jake Conway. Her family before all this.
As important as money is to live, ultimately it still buys the most trivial of things. It cannot and substitute what really matters. Family. Right now I'd trade it all in if I could just guarantee your safe return, Tiffany...but I cannot, and it still scares me...
Kathy's thoughts are interrupted by the voice of an angel calling for her.
"Mommy..."
Kathy looks over her shoulder and sees her three year old daughter, Domino standing in the door way clutching a small juice box in her hand.
Kathy: Come here, you...
Domino stumbles a little as she runs into her mother's open arms. Mother and daughter share a tight embrace and Domino giggles.
Kathy: Got ya! Ooooooh! You can't escape now!
Domino looks up at her mother with a smile as Kathy pulls her up onto her lap.
Domino: Why eyes so wed, mommy?
Kathy rubs her eyes.
Kathy: It's nothing, sweetie.
Domino: When is Auntie Tiffy coming home?
Kathy: Soon...sweet-pea, very soon.
Domino: Pwomiss?
Kathy: I promise.
Well howdy there pardner.