Post by Eternity on Jun 28, 2013 23:21:30 GMT
You hear a heartbeat, and with every pulse, every lub-dub lub-dub, you see the darkness which envelops the screen expand and contract in the centre, each expansion allowing you a glimpse into what lay beyond the darkness, but as quickly as each expansion allows you to see the light beyond it, each contraction swallows up the light returning you to darkness. This rhythmic cycle continues to echo with each heartbeat you hear. You are not entirely certain whose heartbeat you are hearing, perhaps it is your own.
It seems steady enough, calm, healthy. A minute passes, and you grow apprehensive, only half out of anticipation. Your heart rate picks up and the expansions and contractions on screen pick up speed in time with the beats of your own heart and about ten seconds later, you hear a flatline as the contractions stop and you are blinded by the white light the flashes across your screen. You turn away shielding your eyes, you turn back towards the screen you see a tight focus on a red and black warning label.
It seems steady enough, calm, healthy. A minute passes, and you grow apprehensive, only half out of anticipation. Your heart rate picks up and the expansions and contractions on screen pick up speed in time with the beats of your own heart and about ten seconds later, you hear a flatline as the contractions stop and you are blinded by the white light the flashes across your screen. You turn away shielding your eyes, you turn back towards the screen you see a tight focus on a red and black warning label.
KEEP IN UPRIGHT POSITION
TISSUE/ORGAN
FOR
TRANSPLANT
HANDLE WITH CARE
The camera slowly zooms out to reveal the white organ transplant cooler and the red lid, the red handle is lowered and you see black painted fingernails tapping almost impatiently on the top of the cooler as it rests on the gunmetal grey table. The camera continues to zoom out slowly to reveal Eternity sat at the table. She offers you an innocent almost coy smile as she cocks her head to the side. A picture of innocence framed by bright pink pigtails either side of her head.
You came back a lot quicker this time.
You must have really missed me.
You did? Awwwww you're sooooo sweet...
Of course I missed you too. I always do when you go away.
I guess it is true what they say after all...
Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
You see me straighten my head as I address you through the camera.
You know what your problem is Kathleen? You put too much faith in a pulsating sac that weighs about three fifty....grams, not pounds in case you thought I was talking about Emma Danielson again...
HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEEE!
No, actually I was talking about your heart. You are not alone in putting entirely way too much stock in that little organ. You are driven by it, defined by it, your heart beats that little bit faster for one man on the roster and the world knows it, you flaunt the love in your heart as your greatest strength, and in doing so you have earned a very unique place in my life. Never before and never again will I ever meet somebody who took the sentiment Huey Lewis and the News only sang about to sell a few records and make some money in the eighties and decided to make it a basis for her entire life. Kudos, that's quite the achievement and I'm sure you value it even more because you've achieved so little else in your career. How long have you been here now, tagging along with little baldy Acey-Wacey all because apparently you don't want to be the stay at home type of wife and mother? Five years, isn't it?
You see the thing I don't get about you Kat, can I call you Kat, or does my hairline have to recede first before I'm given that privilege? Anyway as I was saying the thing I don't get about you Kat is that if you're such a devoted wife and mommy, then why don't you stay at home like all truly devoted wives and mothers do? If you truly put this business secondary to your home life, why don't you stay at home and bake cookies for little Soli when she comes home from school? You're obviously not a career-minded woman, and why should you be? You've been floundering for the last five years, you can't do this and you really don't want to, do you?
You want the world to believe you're such a good wife and mother, stay at home and do that. You don't need to be here, you don't need to be in my Kingdom, unless it really is all a gimmick and you really are just playing up the good wife angle for your next IWF paycheck, and if you are...
Oooooooooooooooh that sends shivers down my spine. That's cold!
That's quite the performance!
Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!
You see me clap my hands, offering Kathy a round of applause.
My mommy was a real career woman, I hardly saw her growing up. She's dead now. She never got to see me grow up, is that how you want Solitaire and Domino to grow up and remember you? As somebody who was hardly ever there because she was too busy chasing daddy around the country trying to prove she could be just as good as him?
Think of the children!
Won't somebody please think of the children!
And that's the real tragedy isn't it Kat? If you stay on this path with your little snookums, your babies will grow up without you and one day you'll look at yourself in the mirror and neither of you will be able to stand what you see because the truth of the matter is you will have become everything you never intended to become, everything you said you would never be, you will become the exact opposite of the loving wife and mother you set out to be. Your kids will hate you, your husband will resent you...maybe he already does, I've seen the way he looks at Katherine. You have too, haven't you Kathleen? So now you must make a choice in your life. Who are you really? Who are you deep down?
You see me pound my chest with a closed fist.
Who are you in here? In your heart? Are you really the loving mother you set out to be or are you the Queen of Diamonds? You cannot be both, you are not a superwoman, the power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing, but what about the woman? What about the woman, huh Huey? Huh? What becomes of the woman? For that Huey had no answers, do you Kathleen, do you?
Time to make the choice sweetie, and if you don't, I'll make it for you. Don't make me do it Kathleen, I don't want to see your little sweet-peas cry anymore than you do, I want them to have their mommy back, I want to give them every chance I never got with my mommy, do you really want to see them end up like me? Give it up Kathy, give it all up, you don't need to be a Queen or a Heiress, you need to be a wife and a mother. That is what you started out to be, isn't it? So finish it. Finish it now.
Stop stuffing things in little boxes, stop living your life with the uncertainty of Schrodinger's cat. Are your hopes and dreams alive or are they dead? You won't know until you open the box, do you really want to open the box, Kathy? Do you really want to see the heart you sacrificed, the heart you gave up, the heart you thought you were giving away for your children when in reality you were just taking it away from them? Maybe it is your heart in this box, maybe it isn't. Maybe its Jakey Wakeys, plucked fresh from his chest waiting to be given to a woman who actually has the good sense not to follow him blindly into the ring, but stay out of it and raise her kid the right way.
A woman like Katherine Lockheart maybe?
At least your friend Emma, if she is still your friend has the right idea. At least she realised early that the power of heart sucks, and has always sucked, even from the days of Captain Planet, still a rather badass theme tune though...
Captain Planet, he's a hero.
Gonna take pollution down to zero.
He's our powers magnified
And he's fighting on the planet's side.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I've got that song stuck in your head now haven't I? You'll be humming it for the rest of this promo and maybe even the rest of the week.
Emma Danielson didn't want to be the Queen of Hearts, she hasn't ever given her heart away because we know better. We keep it locked away, wounded, stitched up, ripped out and somehow still transplanted back again. Death is one hell of a transplant surgeon when he cleaves into your chest with his scythe. Emma knows this as well as I do, because we've both been scarred by the spectre of death. Emma wears her scars on the inside, hiding them away under an ample chest and a desire to be cast among the people she considers elite. People like Alysson Gardner and Ayla St James. Her friends. Her real friends. Not you. Not Kathleen Conway. Emma looks down on you. She and her friends all laugh at you Kat, still. Even after five years, all anyone remembers you for is the meowing and the purring and the obscene licking of your husband's face. That is and forever will be your professional legacy in this business, but it doesn't have to be the one you leave behind for your little kiddies. Not if you just go back to them while you still can.
Emma Danielson doesn't need you. Jake needs you. Solitaire needs you. Domino needs you. They are the people who really matter to you aren't they? Sorry, I have to ask because I just don't know, you sure have a funny way of showing it, some might even say a selfish way. IWF doesn't want or need a Blood Diamonds reunion, that much should be obvious by the simple fact that they've taken the name away from you and given it to somebody else they trust with it. When the wrestling world thinks Blood Diamond, they won't think of Emma Danielson or Kathleen Conway, they'll think of Amber Richards. You've been replaced, you've been upgraded and you've been cast aside.
So put away your BFF bracelets girls, and trade them in for prayer beads.
Because your prayers are all I'll leave you with after Monday
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
With that the scene on your television starts to fade away like the final beats of a dying heart and you are left disappointed. You were lead to believe there may be a human heart in that cooler but your suspicions were neither confirmed nor denied and now your imagination runs wild, fueling your nightmares and igniting your darkest dreams. May you dream of me always...or at least until next we meet...
You came back a lot quicker this time.
You must have really missed me.
You did? Awwwww you're sooooo sweet...
Of course I missed you too. I always do when you go away.
I guess it is true what they say after all...
Absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
You see me straighten my head as I address you through the camera.
You know what your problem is Kathleen? You put too much faith in a pulsating sac that weighs about three fifty....grams, not pounds in case you thought I was talking about Emma Danielson again...
HEEEHEEEHEEEHEEEEE!
No, actually I was talking about your heart. You are not alone in putting entirely way too much stock in that little organ. You are driven by it, defined by it, your heart beats that little bit faster for one man on the roster and the world knows it, you flaunt the love in your heart as your greatest strength, and in doing so you have earned a very unique place in my life. Never before and never again will I ever meet somebody who took the sentiment Huey Lewis and the News only sang about to sell a few records and make some money in the eighties and decided to make it a basis for her entire life. Kudos, that's quite the achievement and I'm sure you value it even more because you've achieved so little else in your career. How long have you been here now, tagging along with little baldy Acey-Wacey all because apparently you don't want to be the stay at home type of wife and mother? Five years, isn't it?
You see the thing I don't get about you Kat, can I call you Kat, or does my hairline have to recede first before I'm given that privilege? Anyway as I was saying the thing I don't get about you Kat is that if you're such a devoted wife and mommy, then why don't you stay at home like all truly devoted wives and mothers do? If you truly put this business secondary to your home life, why don't you stay at home and bake cookies for little Soli when she comes home from school? You're obviously not a career-minded woman, and why should you be? You've been floundering for the last five years, you can't do this and you really don't want to, do you?
You want the world to believe you're such a good wife and mother, stay at home and do that. You don't need to be here, you don't need to be in my Kingdom, unless it really is all a gimmick and you really are just playing up the good wife angle for your next IWF paycheck, and if you are...
Oooooooooooooooh that sends shivers down my spine. That's cold!
That's quite the performance!
Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!
You see me clap my hands, offering Kathy a round of applause.
My mommy was a real career woman, I hardly saw her growing up. She's dead now. She never got to see me grow up, is that how you want Solitaire and Domino to grow up and remember you? As somebody who was hardly ever there because she was too busy chasing daddy around the country trying to prove she could be just as good as him?
Think of the children!
Won't somebody please think of the children!
And that's the real tragedy isn't it Kat? If you stay on this path with your little snookums, your babies will grow up without you and one day you'll look at yourself in the mirror and neither of you will be able to stand what you see because the truth of the matter is you will have become everything you never intended to become, everything you said you would never be, you will become the exact opposite of the loving wife and mother you set out to be. Your kids will hate you, your husband will resent you...maybe he already does, I've seen the way he looks at Katherine. You have too, haven't you Kathleen? So now you must make a choice in your life. Who are you really? Who are you deep down?
You see me pound my chest with a closed fist.
Who are you in here? In your heart? Are you really the loving mother you set out to be or are you the Queen of Diamonds? You cannot be both, you are not a superwoman, the power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing, but what about the woman? What about the woman, huh Huey? Huh? What becomes of the woman? For that Huey had no answers, do you Kathleen, do you?
Time to make the choice sweetie, and if you don't, I'll make it for you. Don't make me do it Kathleen, I don't want to see your little sweet-peas cry anymore than you do, I want them to have their mommy back, I want to give them every chance I never got with my mommy, do you really want to see them end up like me? Give it up Kathy, give it all up, you don't need to be a Queen or a Heiress, you need to be a wife and a mother. That is what you started out to be, isn't it? So finish it. Finish it now.
Stop stuffing things in little boxes, stop living your life with the uncertainty of Schrodinger's cat. Are your hopes and dreams alive or are they dead? You won't know until you open the box, do you really want to open the box, Kathy? Do you really want to see the heart you sacrificed, the heart you gave up, the heart you thought you were giving away for your children when in reality you were just taking it away from them? Maybe it is your heart in this box, maybe it isn't. Maybe its Jakey Wakeys, plucked fresh from his chest waiting to be given to a woman who actually has the good sense not to follow him blindly into the ring, but stay out of it and raise her kid the right way.
A woman like Katherine Lockheart maybe?
At least your friend Emma, if she is still your friend has the right idea. At least she realised early that the power of heart sucks, and has always sucked, even from the days of Captain Planet, still a rather badass theme tune though...
Captain Planet, he's a hero.
Gonna take pollution down to zero.
He's our powers magnified
And he's fighting on the planet's side.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I've got that song stuck in your head now haven't I? You'll be humming it for the rest of this promo and maybe even the rest of the week.
Emma Danielson didn't want to be the Queen of Hearts, she hasn't ever given her heart away because we know better. We keep it locked away, wounded, stitched up, ripped out and somehow still transplanted back again. Death is one hell of a transplant surgeon when he cleaves into your chest with his scythe. Emma knows this as well as I do, because we've both been scarred by the spectre of death. Emma wears her scars on the inside, hiding them away under an ample chest and a desire to be cast among the people she considers elite. People like Alysson Gardner and Ayla St James. Her friends. Her real friends. Not you. Not Kathleen Conway. Emma looks down on you. She and her friends all laugh at you Kat, still. Even after five years, all anyone remembers you for is the meowing and the purring and the obscene licking of your husband's face. That is and forever will be your professional legacy in this business, but it doesn't have to be the one you leave behind for your little kiddies. Not if you just go back to them while you still can.
Emma Danielson doesn't need you. Jake needs you. Solitaire needs you. Domino needs you. They are the people who really matter to you aren't they? Sorry, I have to ask because I just don't know, you sure have a funny way of showing it, some might even say a selfish way. IWF doesn't want or need a Blood Diamonds reunion, that much should be obvious by the simple fact that they've taken the name away from you and given it to somebody else they trust with it. When the wrestling world thinks Blood Diamond, they won't think of Emma Danielson or Kathleen Conway, they'll think of Amber Richards. You've been replaced, you've been upgraded and you've been cast aside.
So put away your BFF bracelets girls, and trade them in for prayer beads.
Because your prayers are all I'll leave you with after Monday
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
With that the scene on your television starts to fade away like the final beats of a dying heart and you are left disappointed. You were lead to believe there may be a human heart in that cooler but your suspicions were neither confirmed nor denied and now your imagination runs wild, fueling your nightmares and igniting your darkest dreams. May you dream of me always...or at least until next we meet...
Well howdy there pardner.