Post by Kathleen Conway on Jun 7, 2013 23:47:30 GMT
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03/06/13
Rosemont, Illinois
Monday Night Sacrifice is already underway when the camera switches to outside the Allstate Arena and a white stretch limousine pulls up.
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If the licence plate wasn't your first indication as to whom the occupant might be, the black Spade symbols on the hood and the back doors gave it away. The chauffeur is a short man of hispanic descent with a thin curly moustache and as he steps out to walk to the back, some boos can already be heard as the IWF fans know who it is. Unlike so many of the new arrivals here in the Imperial Wrestling Federation, this NCW Hall Of Famer made no secret and entertained no mystery or speculation. He wanted you to know exactly who he was when he arrived for that was what he felt his decade in the business had entitled him to.
No sooner had the chauffeur opened the door than a young Caleb Lockwood looking a little flustered and stuffing his cell phone into his back jean pocket arrives to greet the limousine. A red high-heeled shoe steps out of the vehicle as the camera slowly pans up to show the delicate curves of a lightly tanned feminine leg and the boos seem to pick up a little as the attractive blonde in the diamond earrings and necklace in the elegant silk dress with the split up one side is revealed.
Kathleen Conway smiles as her husband, former NCW World Champion, and three time and last ever National Champion steps out and immediately hands his duffel bag to Caleb without another word of acknowledgement. The Ace has his hair fashioned back into a neat ponytail and some dark shades and a fine Italian tailored suit on. The Ace then puts his arm around his wife as she hands the chauffeur his tip for the evening.
The Ace: Now Alberto, stay here, we're only stopping by for a few minutes and then its back to the hotel, comprehende?
The chauffer nods.
Chauffeur: Si, si.
The Ace: Good chap.
The couple then walk through the doors into the arena, with little mind for Caleb who follows behind, carrying the legend's bags.
In the hallway, someone captures The Ace's attention on the monitor, someone who seemed so familiar, the whisper of a ghost from his past, she seemed older than he remembered her as he stopped to look at the young woman at the commentary booth. Kathy turns to her husband.
Kathy: Honey, what is it?
Jake: Is that...?
Kathy looks at the woman on the monitor who has captured her husband's attention.
Kathy: Oh Christ, it better not be.
Trent Helms: Eh, that was OK, I did that move better though
Vasco Dias: You couldn't hit a 450 splash unless I kicked you up the ass Helms.
Terri Morasco: Well if you two have done arguing, in the midst of your squabbles, Cable and Kingsley have managed to knocked of the James Gang!
Vasco Dias: Quiet Terri, men are talking.
The Ace lets out a small chuckle of relief when he hears the older gentleman refer to the female commentator as 'Terri'. He wipes his brow with the back of his tanned hand.
Jake: Phew...it isn't her...you have to admit though the resemblance is uncanny.
Kathy: It is, but you know what they say, everybody has a doppelganger somewhere.
Jake: Oh trust me I've seen plenty of Jeri Ryan to believe it.
Kathy playfully punches her husband in the arm, and he recoils, rubbing it with a smirk. Deliberately removing his arm from around her as he cradles his 'injury'.
Kathy: Pah, Jeri's just a pale imitation. She may look like me but she'll never love you the way I do. Just remember that!
Jake: You know, there are gentler ways to remind me of these things!
Kathy feigns sadness.
Kathy: Awww, what happened to my big strong ruthless blonde Stallion?
Jake: Wait...was there supposed to be a pun in there?
Kathy: Well, gee I must have hit you harder than I thought if you can't spot a pun straight away...
Kathy sticks her tongue out at her husband.
"Jake!"
Both husband and wife turn to look at the attractive redhead who runs up to Jake Conway, clad in simple jeans and the last piece of NCW merchandise that was produced for him, his red 'Hall Of FameAcer' t-shirt. The woman embraces him with a tight hug, the side of her face pressed into his chest as she smiles. Kathy raises an eyebrow and her curiousity only deepens when she sees her husband reciprocate the hug and start laughing.
Jake: Loo! Christ! How long has it been?
Louise: Oh, aboot three years n' four months...
Louise grins as she finally lets him go and looks at him with the same sparkle in her emerald eyes that he remembered. Kathy mentally struggled to place the accent.
Louise: Who's your friend?
Jake blinks, he had almost forgotten his wife was there.
Jake: Oh I'm sorry, Kat meet Loo, Loo meet Kat -
Kathy interrupts her husband to mark her territory, and Jake knew she only did that when she felt threatened.
Kathy: I'm his wife...
Louise: Oh, well, havt' say yah not quite the lassie I was expectin', but at least now I can put a face t' me first opponent fur nex' week...suppose 'twas too much t' think yah bein' a Conway was jus' a coincidence. Name's Louise. Louise McDowell, friends call me Loo or Macky if yah prefer...
Louise offers Kathy a warm smile and a handshake, Kathy begrudgingly accepts.
Jake: What do you mean your first opponent?
Louise: Surprise! That's why I'm here, jus' finalised my IWF Contract with the lass who runs the show. Yah not t' only one who can do this now...
Jake suddenly grabs Louise by the shoulders and suddenly looks very concerned.
Jake: What?! Are you insane? This isn't the kind of place for you Loo, tell me you're joking...
Louise shakes her head emphatically.
Louise: Naw, dunnae worry 'boot me Jake, I'm a big lass now, I can take care of mahself, lookin' forward t' it t' be honest...
Jake: Who'd you finalise your contract with?
Louise: The lass who runs t' women's...Lockheart I think she said her name was, cannae think what her firs' name was, same as your wife's, I think...
Jake: Do you mean Katherine Lockheart?! She's here, you're sure?
Louise: Aye, that's her name...know her too do ye?
The Ace suddenly freezes for a moment as he processes Louise's revelation.
Darkness. A yellow diamond surrounding the four Ace cards twinkles as a heartbeat is heard thumping in the background. On the ninth beat it stops, the lights are raised and we see a thinner frame with longer blonde hair wearing The Ace's signature black leather light up jacket with the white sleeves. Kathy turns around to face the camera and we see that she's wearing a pair of dark shades and that the Ace Of Spades playing card is draped around her neck in a makeshift pendant that dangles between the valley of her breasts, courtesy of a simple piece of string. She smiles at the camera as she addresses it, not bothering to remove her shades.
Is this the part where I introduce myself to a whole new audience, or do you already know who I am? I'm a little confused you see because so many of you around here like to act like you know me, that you know what I'm all about and what I'm going to do or say before I do...I have to tell you, with powers of prediction like that, clearly your talents are wasted in the wrestling ring. Go read some tea leaves, look into a crystal ball, write a horoscope, do whatever you feel you have to do, just get the fuck out of my face, because right now I've got even less time for your bullshit than Sweet Brown.
See Louise, I feel bad for you right now, but not for the reasons you might first think. I feel sorry for you because you're new here, to this business I mean, and before we met last week, your first impression of me undoubtedly came from Lady Falconboobs and Titty McMelons, but what they and you need to realise and realise quick is that unless your name is Ed de Montford, I don't need you to market who I am to the masses, and I sure as hell don't need some Canadian airhead trying to be my publicist.
It's sweet Ayla that you took time out of your busy week last week to deliver a shoot on me, instead of doing something useful like focusing on, oh you know, your opponent, but hey you managed to qualify so that's all that matters, right? It's cute that you're still nursing a grudge against me for something that hasn't mattered in a long time and something I haven't cared about in even longer. NCW is dead. Leave the memories alone or did you not get that particular memo? Nobody cares if I had your piddly ass fired or you left entirely of your own volition, least of all me, now if you'll excuse me I have a tournament to qualify for.
You see Louise, if there's one piece of advice I could offer you after my five years in this business, it is not to get too caught up in the blades of the rumour mill. Don't listen to others about who they think I am, come to me, and I'll show you exactly who I am. See to people like Ayla St James and Angel Black, I'm just somebody who's here simply because she cannot get her husband's spade out of her mouth, but the reality is they're just upset that they've got nothing on me to really say in these mandatory verbal lashings that are supposed to hype up matches. If you really want to know who I am Loo, let me set the record straight for you right now, allow me to separate fact from fiction.
Yes, I am the loving wife of Jake Conway.
Yes, you can bet your ass that I'm damn proud of that fact.
No, I will never miss an opportunity to tell you how wonderful he is to me and my kids.
No, I don't care if you are sick of hearing it.
Yes, five years ago I sustained a head injury that left me severely delusional.
Yes, it's been a long hard road to recovery but I'm finally over it.
And yes you should be too.
If you have a problem with anything I've just said, you can do two things. First you can pucker up those flapping ruby red lips of yours and kiss my tail...and second you can save yourself a whole lot of time, effort, and tape recording any sort of rebuttal to this if all you're going to do is waste your breath basing your right of reply around one or two of the points I've just made, because I am proud of who I am and where I come from and I am damn sure proud of the man I love with all my heart, and it'll be a cold day in Hell before I give any of that up just to make a few ego driven bimbos happy. You see so many women in your position preoccupy themselves by judging me for the one card I keep consistently close to my chest...
Kathy presses the Ace of Spades around her neck to her chest before reaching around to her back jean pocket and producing the Queen of Diamonds, she holds it in her thumb and forefinger for the camera.
...that they forget about the one I keep in my back pocket.
IWF is a brave new world.
More than that it is my world.
You just don't believe it yet.
But you will.
I know because I'll leave you with no other choice.
I am the Queen of Diamonds.
And this is my division.
Now I will admit that I don't know a whole lot about you Louise, and likewise you don't know a whole lot about me, but I'd like to think you're smarter than most of the people who criticise me. I don't exactly know why it is that somebody decided to make you the punchline of a cruel joke in a match like this, but if you know Jake even half as well as I do, you'll know that he never betrays those who he truly cares about, and believe me sister, there isn't anybody he cares about in this world more than me. He's never betrayed me and he isn't about to start now. I may not be able to guarantee victory at Sacrifice...
But that much I would bet my life on.
In a heartbeat.
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Kathy grabs her husband by the arm to snap him out of his reverie.
Kathy: Jake...are you okay?
Jake blinks.
Jake: Yes, yes, I'm fine, don't worry...
Jake then leans forward and kisses his wife on the cheek.
Jake: Stay here with Loo, I'll be right back.
Kathy: Where are you going? Maybe I should come with you...
Jake: NO! I SAID STAY HERE!
Kathy jumps slightly, clearly startled. In five years of marriage, Jake had hardly ever raised his voice to her, and it seems Jake realised this too as his tone immediately softens.
Jake: Stay here...please?
Kathy reluctantly nods and then Jake leaves. Kathy found herself wondering what had spooked her husband, he had never kept anything from her in the past, so why had he never mentioned Louise, what the hell was so different now? The name Katherine Lockheart did sound familiar to her however, but just like Louise's accent, Kathy struggled to place from where or when she had heard it before...
Kathy: Jake...are you okay?
Jake blinks.
Jake: Yes, yes, I'm fine, don't worry...
Jake then leans forward and kisses his wife on the cheek.
Jake: Stay here with Loo, I'll be right back.
Kathy: Where are you going? Maybe I should come with you...
Jake: NO! I SAID STAY HERE!
Kathy jumps slightly, clearly startled. In five years of marriage, Jake had hardly ever raised his voice to her, and it seems Jake realised this too as his tone immediately softens.
Jake: Stay here...please?
Kathy reluctantly nods and then Jake leaves. Kathy found herself wondering what had spooked her husband, he had never kept anything from her in the past, so why had he never mentioned Louise, what the hell was so different now? The name Katherine Lockheart did sound familiar to her however, but just like Louise's accent, Kathy struggled to place from where or when she had heard it before...
Well howdy there pardner.