Evil Emma

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Life was strange for Emma. She had gone from one of the more kooky members of the EBWF's Women's Division to a groupie of sorts for the increasingly spiritless and apathetic Brian Kendrick. As she went strolling through a hallways of the MTS Centre, the Australian seemed to have a certain spring in her step. She did a little twirl before reaching a locker room door. With her hands resting behind her back, she made her blue eyes as wide and alluring as she could and batted them a few times. The door creaked open and Brian Kendrick stared at her with an utterly blank, empty look.

Emma: Hello there! It's me! Your little kangaroo! So wonderful to see you! I have got exciting news!

Emma placed one hand on her hip and pointed a thumb towards herself. Kendrick only gave a single blink

Emma: I have a chance to become Queen of the Ring! Me! Queen Emma! Can you imagine? Oh! And you're in the King of the Ring! We could be KING and QUEEN! Doesn't that sound AMAZING? Unless..you don't want to be a king. And, if you don't, who needs a king?! No king, no king, la, la, la, LA!

Kendrick didn't seem terribly concerned despite Emma's energy and enthusiasm

Emma: I've got Paige in my first round match.

After a firm nod she pressed a fist into her palm

Emma: Little Miss I-Don't-Know-What-Sunshine is! She's gonna get wrecked! I know all of her moves, baby! Now don't you want to just cover me in smooches and kisses and love?

She spread her arms outwards.

Brian Kendrick: No.

Emma: Oh. So you wanna wait until AFTER I'm the Queen! I get it! Good plan!

Brian Kendrick: No. I don't want you around me. I want you to forget my name. I want you to walk in front of a bus. I don't care what you do. Just do it somewhere else.

Emma looked as though she were staring directly at a ghost before shaking it off

Emma: ..H-Huh? Y-You're such a kidder! You almost had me there!

Brian Kendrick: It's not a joke. You've done nothing for me. You do NOTHING for me. I'm not surrounding myself with you worthless hanger-on's anymore. You can win the Queen of the Ring. You can rip out Paige's heart and eat it in front of a live audience. You can go waltz into Wes Ikeda's locker room and blow it up--

Emma: I will! Do you want me to? I'll blow it up! I'll--

Brian Kendrick: SHUT UP!

Emma shrunk down a bit from the louder, harsher tone

Brian Kendrick: Don't show your face around me again.

The door was pulled shut and securely locked. Emma gulped deeply and looked visibly shaken. It was impossible for someone to look more heart broken than she did at the moment. That was the last image of this scene before it blacked out

***

When we returned to Emma, she was huddled up outside of the arena, crying her eyes out. She looked completely pitiful as she hugged herself and tears streamed down her eyes. She pushed some hair out of the way before burying her faces into her knee's. It was clear that she was completely distraught and lost

Becky Lynch: Are you serious? Are you really sitting there, blubbering and crying over some man?

Emma: H-Huh?

Emma lifted her head to see someone standing her. A woman with fiery, orange colored hair, wearing a black colored, steam punk styled jacket with a pair of goggles resting on her head. Becky Lynch. And she was giving Emma a disgusted look, showing no sympathy for her plight

Emma: W-What do you know? We were in love! What we had was pure and magical and special!

Becky Lynch: Is that what you call that? Stalking someone while being dressed up as a bunny rabbit? Clinging onto them while they didn't notice that you were alive? Or cared?

Emma sniffled and looked away, pouting

Emma: ..We were just having a rough patch. That's all.

Becky Lynch: You are sitting around, sobbing over some MAN who treated you like a lap dog. You know what you should be doing? Concentrating on your match. You should be thinking about kicking Paige's teeth out. But instead..

The Irish born grappler motioned to Emma

Becky Lynch: You're sitting here. Crying. You have a chance to be Queen of the Ring. Not only that but you have a chance to be a champion! You can be on top of a division!

Emma: ..Y-Yeah, that's right..

Becky Lynch: Stand up. Show some self respect. This is 2015. Women aren't arm candy anymore. We can be on the same platform as any other man.

Emma slowly wiped her eyes and rose up to her feet

Emma: Hey, aren't you that Irish lady? ..Betty Wrench?

Becky Lynch: LYNCH! Becky Lynch!

Emma: Yeah, Becky Lynch! That's you! You really think I can make something out of myself?

Becky Lynch: You have a chance to win this tournament. As long as you don't have a match against me. But you can get past Paige. You can show the whole world that you're not just the dumb blonde who does that stupid dance. You're not just Brian Kendrick's little ring rat.

Emma: YEAH! I can! I'll win! I'll be the Queen and Brian will be so head over heels for me! He'll coming begging to take me back!

Becky Lynch: NO! IDIOT! This isn't about him! This is about you! This is about your womanhood!

Emma flinched a little and looked like a scolded puppy before nodding her head a few times.

Emma: Y-Yeah, womanhood. So what do I do first?

Becky Lynch: Grab an interviewer and tell them exactly what you're going to do to Paige and then go out there and do it!

Emma: YES! And..then..you know..if I won the whole thing..I could..maybe..suggest couples counseling to Brian and--

Becky's eyes narrowed into a pair of dangerous slits and Emma threw her hands upwards

Emma: Alright, alright, I got ya! Fight for women's right and all that stuff! I'm gonna go snag an interviewer!

Emma sheepishly crept off in hopes of rounding up the first interviewer type that she came across

***

Renee Young: I'm Renee Young..and..uh..

Emma: Just a second!

Intrepid interviewer Renee Young, who Emma more than likely literally drug along to their current location, stood in front of a green screen. Emma's voice was heard off camera, shouting at someone until the green screen flickered. It was replaced by a black backdrop and written in jagged, bloody dripping words was "EVIL EMMA". The blonde marched over beside Renee and puffed herself up proudly. Renee looked back over her shoulder and inspected the words

Emma: Like it? I made one of the tech-nerds whip it up.

Renee: It's..nice. Very nice. Well, as everyone is well aware, the tournaments to crown the King and Queen of the Ring begin this week and you've drawn Paige as your first round opponent. Someone who has had a rough patch lately but I think the same could be said for you.

Emma: What's that supposed to mean?

Renee Young: I..just mean..you..and..Brian Kendrick..

Emma: I'm fine. We're done. He's a jerk. Whatever.

Renee Young: Well, I'm convinced.

Renee was obviously being sarcastic but Emma didn't seem to catch up on it.

Renee Young: In that sense, would it be fair to say that you have no baggage to weigh you down? Your mind is completely focused on Paige and becoming Queen?

Emma: Bingo! I'm gonna beat that leather wearing little lizard straight through the mat! Do you see what it says back there? EVIL EMMA. Paige might look like some kind of angst nightmare but you shouldn't underestimate what I'm capable of! Sure, she LOOKS mean and tough and that AWFUL accent makes her seem fierce. But she doesn't have motivation to go to places to win that everyone else is afraid of touching! Deep, dark, awful places! Places that keep brats like Paige up all night!

Renee Young: And what is that motivation, exactly?

Emma: People look at me and they think I'm a clown! A jester! A harlequin! That I could never be Queen! That I'm not tough or mean enough to beat someone like Paige! That I'm just someone who's only good for a little dance! But the joke is on ALL OF YOU and when I get Paige in the ring, I'm gonna deliver the punch line!

Renee Young: You realize that everyone going into this, including Paige, is going to be determined to win. Not just for the prestige but for the chance at becoming Women's Champion. This kind of thing can sky rocket careers.

Emma: I know EXACTLY what this is all about. Paige hasn't had to go through what I have! Everyone thinks Paige is so cool and so hot and they go on and on about how she's the future! Everyone forgets all about poor little Emma. As if, I'm not a good performer! You all think someone like me can't be a champion! I am worth more than some comedy act! Paige isn't fighting to change the whole world's perception of her! That's you, at this very moment, you're all getting to see the birth of EVIL EMMA!

She about to do some of her old dance jabs but then froze up. It was difficult for her to come up with a pose that screamed EVIL so she just sneered with her hands on her hips

Emma: There is also one HUGE key thing I'm fighting for. It's more important than any of the rest of that stuff. Something some Halloween witch like Paige couldn't possibly understand. I am fighting for..TRUE LOVE.

Emma blissfully sighed and began to rub her cheek. It was clear that she wasn't over Brian Kendrick just yet

Renee Young: But you just said..

Emma: Forget what I said! Love makes a girl do and say a lot of things that don't mean! I'm his little kangaroo! He loves me! I can't lose! I have to win! He has to notice me and realize how amazing I am! If that means tearing Paige limb from limb, dragging her pasty, British ass all over the arena by her eyelids than I will do it! If I have to feed Paige her dumb leather jacket and shove it down her throat until she chokes then that's all me! If I have to send her back to Jolly Ol' England in pieces then..I'm gonna! I'll make her mom cry after she's seen what I've done! I'll..!

Becky Lynch: HEY!

The Lass Kicker came stomping through the green, making it look as though she had just stepped through time and space.

Emma: Awh! Red! You can't just go walking through my green screen it looks all wonky and fake now!

Becky Lynch: Did I really just hearing you going on about that abusive psycho again?

Emma: You don't understand! He's just having a bad last few months! He needs me! And if I leave him I won't get to see our friends anymore! I'll never see..uh..Party Guy..and..um..Star-Face again! I'll--

Emma was interrupted by a sudden and stiff slap that sent her head spinning in the opposite direction. She rubbed her cheek and winced, but nodded in appreciation.

Emma: I needed that. Y-You're right. I don't need that manipulative, irredeemable bastard anymore.

Becky folded her arms and Emma took a deep breath

Emma: Nicole Ikeda.

Renee Young: Um? I'm..not Nic--

Emma: I take back my earlier statements. I'm not doing this for some dirt sucking creep. I'm doing this for me. Beating Paige, beating everyone in this whole tournament thingy, is all for me. The whole purpose for winning this tournament, for hurting Paige if I have to, IS TO SHOVE IT RIGHT BACK IN THAT LOUSY, NO GOOD, PIECE OF [BLEEP]'s FACE! PAIGE! WRONG PLACE, WRONG TIME, MILKY!

After a deep, much deeper than her normal tone of voice, huff, Emma went stomping off. She was seething and angry and full of anger but still had that certain quirky factor to her. Renee went to question Becky but she merely shoulder bumped the Canadian out of the way and trailed after her