Post by moonwick on Apr 17, 2006 3:00:45 GMT -5
Emily turned on the hot water and let it rush over her aching shoulders, closing her eyes and breathing in the wet steam as she felt her neck muscles slowly relax. She had been waiting all day for this. Geno had been tough. He had tossed her around like a rag doll towards the end of the match, and deep down she had felt the possibility of triumph sifting through her fingers, eluding her grasp. Every muscle in her disciplined body had been begging her to give up by the time Geno slammed her with the G-Bomb. Sweat – whether it belonged to her or her adversary – poured into her green eyes, stinging them, the crowd roaring out Geno’s name. Then, just when Jade was sure of defeat, she heard Ace Anderson’s theme song and watched in what seemed like slow motion as her worthy opponent’s concentration shifted. Where the strength had resurfaced from, Jade never knew. But in those final seconds, she had claimed victory.
And what a debut it was! Emily knew that eventually she’d get used to the crazy PCW lifestyle. For now, it was good to be home with the peace and quiet. She basked in the warmth of the water and the fragrance of the lavender for a few more minutes before reluctantly stepping out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around her dripping body. Almost immediately, Emily felt that familiar sense of uneasiness take hold of her, a fear that had chased her on swift wings ever since her parents had been murdered…the same fear that tortured her even more after she was assaulted in college.
Two different crimes. Two different men. One of them a murderer, the other a brute. One had damaged Emily emotionally; the other had damaged her physically. Both had been released of all charges due to lack of evidence. And even though she was Jade now, even though she felt strength growing inside of her, Emily still feared for her life at times like these, when she was in her loft alone at night, armed with nothing but a damp towel. What ever became of those two men? Emily found herself wondering. What becomes of all other guilty people who walk amongst the innocent? And what of the innocents themselves, the ones who stand in the way? But Emily knew. Emily knew all too well.
She felt her eyes begin to burn and tried to think of other things. Hostile Takeover was just a few days away. This time she was up against The Byrd, and to tell the truth, Emily was nervous. Again, her opponent was bigger and tougher, and she could only hope that her newfound strength would match his. Everyone so far had been very encouraging, and Emily had already made new friends in the PCW who supported her outside of the ring. Maybe this match with The Byrd wouldn’t be so bad. Jade’s victory over Geno had given her more confidence, at least.
Emily smiled as her pet cat pressed hard against her bare leg, purring and wanting to be fed. “And where have you been, Your Majesty? Out bird-watching on the balcony again?” Emily always left that window open so that Her Royal Highness could come and go as she pleased. Now the chilly night air made her shiver and she walked over to close it, rubbing at the beads of water sliding down the small of her back. As she locked the window, Emily could have sworn she saw something, a shadow falling across the darkened balcony. Her breath caught in her throat, but nothing happened. Her Majesty purred loudly and batted at the young woman’s towel, dragging her back to reality. “That’s right, darling,” Emily cooed at her little friend, picking her up. “It’s no use being afraid of things that aren’t there.” But she cast just one more worried glance at the window before escorting the hungry cat into the kitchen, shaking her head. Who am I trying to convince? The cat or myself?
Once the health of the Queen had been looked after, the young woman went to her room and pulled on a t-shirt in the dark, climbing into bed and resting those sore muscles. She laid there in the blackness and plotted her strategy for her upcoming match with The Byrd, letting her thoughts wander occasionally and settle on other things: her grandmother, the day ahead, the guy who had stopped her on the street and wanted to have coffee sometime…eventually Emily closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber, a slight smile playing upon her lips.
And what a debut it was! Emily knew that eventually she’d get used to the crazy PCW lifestyle. For now, it was good to be home with the peace and quiet. She basked in the warmth of the water and the fragrance of the lavender for a few more minutes before reluctantly stepping out of the shower, wrapping a white towel around her dripping body. Almost immediately, Emily felt that familiar sense of uneasiness take hold of her, a fear that had chased her on swift wings ever since her parents had been murdered…the same fear that tortured her even more after she was assaulted in college.
Two different crimes. Two different men. One of them a murderer, the other a brute. One had damaged Emily emotionally; the other had damaged her physically. Both had been released of all charges due to lack of evidence. And even though she was Jade now, even though she felt strength growing inside of her, Emily still feared for her life at times like these, when she was in her loft alone at night, armed with nothing but a damp towel. What ever became of those two men? Emily found herself wondering. What becomes of all other guilty people who walk amongst the innocent? And what of the innocents themselves, the ones who stand in the way? But Emily knew. Emily knew all too well.
She felt her eyes begin to burn and tried to think of other things. Hostile Takeover was just a few days away. This time she was up against The Byrd, and to tell the truth, Emily was nervous. Again, her opponent was bigger and tougher, and she could only hope that her newfound strength would match his. Everyone so far had been very encouraging, and Emily had already made new friends in the PCW who supported her outside of the ring. Maybe this match with The Byrd wouldn’t be so bad. Jade’s victory over Geno had given her more confidence, at least.
Emily smiled as her pet cat pressed hard against her bare leg, purring and wanting to be fed. “And where have you been, Your Majesty? Out bird-watching on the balcony again?” Emily always left that window open so that Her Royal Highness could come and go as she pleased. Now the chilly night air made her shiver and she walked over to close it, rubbing at the beads of water sliding down the small of her back. As she locked the window, Emily could have sworn she saw something, a shadow falling across the darkened balcony. Her breath caught in her throat, but nothing happened. Her Majesty purred loudly and batted at the young woman’s towel, dragging her back to reality. “That’s right, darling,” Emily cooed at her little friend, picking her up. “It’s no use being afraid of things that aren’t there.” But she cast just one more worried glance at the window before escorting the hungry cat into the kitchen, shaking her head. Who am I trying to convince? The cat or myself?
Once the health of the Queen had been looked after, the young woman went to her room and pulled on a t-shirt in the dark, climbing into bed and resting those sore muscles. She laid there in the blackness and plotted her strategy for her upcoming match with The Byrd, letting her thoughts wander occasionally and settle on other things: her grandmother, the day ahead, the guy who had stopped her on the street and wanted to have coffee sometime…eventually Emily closed her eyes and fell into a deep slumber, a slight smile playing upon her lips.