Post by Trish Newborn on Apr 30, 2011 1:06:45 GMT -6
First, Crystal, land off the whole sexually tension toward me. I mean, seriously, you spend way too much time talking about me that its no wonder Todd likes you so much because you can’t shut the hell up with that big mouth of yours. Here’s an idea: Write a ****ing book. Yeah, I’m sure one of those many companies that you own with all Todd's money could publish a book about a woman who became so envious over another woman’s successful career she starts to fantasize secretly about her. Constantly going on and on about how much she hates her, but deep down she wants to kiss her. It’d really be a best-seller considering it has a romantic/stalker feel to it.
Haven’t you learned from our previous battle that it doesn’t matter how much you rant against me, I manage to pull out with the victory. Sure, go ahead and blame my history lesson I gave you at Metamorphosis to excuse the fact you screwed up in the ring and I caught you off guard. And yeah, let’s throw in there that you were in an emotionally bubble with everything going on in your life. It’s always the excuses that are coming out of that mouth, but in reality I was the better fighter.
But you know where I think this tension comes from? Todd hasn’t been waxing your pipes in such a long time that you need something to keep your mind off the chaotic life. At least I have someone to crawl back in bed who knows I would never kiss another person, cheating on everything we built.
Another thing, I feel so sorry for you because I didn’t know I was dealing with someone who cannot count anything that wasn’t made of money. Roxxxie has only beaten me twice, whether I like to admit defeat or not. Once in the “Xtreme match,” and the other in the championship match at Collision. I guess little Miss. Reflection of Perfection isn’t so perfect after all, because our other encounters all resulted in her lying on her back at the hands of me, us getting double counted out, and that incident at Crossroads two months back with the low blow that gave me the win, but not the title.
I also love how you said I am a fluke of a Women’s World champion, when Kelly Knite was praising me over and over calling me this dominating champion last time I held the championship. You know, the one that you were beaten for when came time to put up or shut up against us. You couldn't handle me then, and getting tactic tips from Zelda Knite isn’t going to help you now.
Date: Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Location: A Road in California
An open road stands quiet with woods on both sides as if the alluring of Red Hot Chili Peppers' “Californication” comes inside your head, with the appearance of a motorcycle is seen off in the distance as the sky seems to gloomy looking like it is about to rain as we open. The cycle gets closer, and we can barely make out the person riding it until seconds pass and it becomes clear that it’s nCw Women’s World champion, Patricia Newborne journeying the roads of California. Her hair blows to the forces of the wind as she keeps going and is seen making a left to a local Mom & Pop gas station.
Newborne pulls in to the pumps, steps off the motorcycle, and sees an elderly man sitting in an old rocking chair. He stares at her while she walks over to grab the nozzle, Patricia can’t help but keep a watchful eye on this man. His beard was as white as Christmas snow, his face winkled due to old age, and as he watched her moment, she notices one of the man’s eyes were lazy. She narrows her eyebrows and looks down to spot the gas pump was empty.
“There won’t be gas until tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t you put a sign up?”
She responds, facing him and slides the nozzle back into the pump. The old man stands up, trembling.
“Ran out today, I ordered some to be delivered about 15 minutes ago. Don't I know you from somewhere? Yeah, you're that Crystal Hilton every one's been talking about. We got those EMF shirts in the back if you want to sign some for the customers that drive by here, it'd be most appreciated.”
“Do I look like an obsessed gardener to you? I am Trish ****ING Newborn, and I'm the first-ever two time Women's World champion of the nCw! I hate roses, even on Valentine's Day. And I don't have bratty fans that walk around wearing stupid Goddess of Rose and EMF shirts. I don't give a **** if I'm every man's fantasy because all I want to do is win, get paid and leave for my hotel suite. That's it.”
“Oh, right I remember you…”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Don't worry about me, I'm just an old timer that has seen a lot of famous faces come by here.”
“Maybe you should get your eyes checked.”
Thoughts surface through her mind, as if she needed more problems. Patricia couldn’t help kept thinking about what had transpired on the last Trauma episode with Ashlie Ember beating her, and then the attack from Crystal Hilton on Collision. She knew how to beat Hilton from previously, and nothing was going to stop Newborne from proving Hilton didn’t belong in the same ring. The man waves his arm motioning her to come inside the old man's gas station. She walks mid-way there and stops to looks off to the left is a motel with the sign: Vacancy.
“Great, and I wonder if they have any rooms available that don't include stabbing someone to death.”
“Are you coming inside? The news said we're in for showers, I'd hate for you to catch a cold.”
“I'm good, where's the next station at?”
“About a couple of miles down the road.”
“I'll take my chances.”
The motorcycle is seen burning rubber and bolts to the horizon as the man can’t help but wonder what got into our Women’s World champion. He decides to sit back down and read the back of one of Crystal Hilton’s many bargain items from beside his rocker that had been shipped the night before and suddenly found himself disgusted, throwing it into the ground as our scene fades.
Crystal, I bet you are sitting around just waiting for me to jump in at the last second to give you my final words before our wonderful match Sunday. Might be prepping up to give me the stupidest bitch in nCw award would be a real honor. Really, it would. It’s funny, because I knew exactly what you were going to say before you said it. This is the result of too much damn World of Warcraft playing and wanting to get that next level up, so the character of yours can be so powerful and strong when it meets other losers and rubs ego's!
You couldn’t bother checking out your own opponent. Wow, that’s really weak there. But then again, you just starred in your greatest role ever as a walking, breathing tape recorder, so congrats on that.
And look at yourself. You are actually caring about the people who go into these events like they really give a rat’s ass about Crystal Hilton. You with your ****ing Rose Buds are such a ***damn joke. Anyone that thinks Rose Buds are a cool name deserves to be shoot at point blank range. And the fact that you spend too much time praising yourself in this stupid Goddess bull****, it’s completely pathetic. Oh, what’s the worst thing you’re going to do to me? Prick me to death with thorns?
You want to talk about me liking history but neglect to throw yourself in the same category with that whole ***damn The Goddess of Rose crap. Greek mythologies much, bitch? Flora called from Olympia; she wants her damn gimmick back you narcissistic little bitch!
Difference between me and you, I admit I have a problem but you are so far gone that you actually start to believe that you’re this Goddess persona. Sweetie, maybe I should give you my card.
And Crystal, please refrain from referring to you as “us” in the same sentence as California. Because we both know that isn’t what it says on your birth certificate. I’m the only one in this match that was born and raised in the Sunshine state known as California, not you. That’s from California with love!
Haven’t you learned from our previous battle that it doesn’t matter how much you rant against me, I manage to pull out with the victory. Sure, go ahead and blame my history lesson I gave you at Metamorphosis to excuse the fact you screwed up in the ring and I caught you off guard. And yeah, let’s throw in there that you were in an emotionally bubble with everything going on in your life. It’s always the excuses that are coming out of that mouth, but in reality I was the better fighter.
But you know where I think this tension comes from? Todd hasn’t been waxing your pipes in such a long time that you need something to keep your mind off the chaotic life. At least I have someone to crawl back in bed who knows I would never kiss another person, cheating on everything we built.
Another thing, I feel so sorry for you because I didn’t know I was dealing with someone who cannot count anything that wasn’t made of money. Roxxxie has only beaten me twice, whether I like to admit defeat or not. Once in the “Xtreme match,” and the other in the championship match at Collision. I guess little Miss. Reflection of Perfection isn’t so perfect after all, because our other encounters all resulted in her lying on her back at the hands of me, us getting double counted out, and that incident at Crossroads two months back with the low blow that gave me the win, but not the title.
I also love how you said I am a fluke of a Women’s World champion, when Kelly Knite was praising me over and over calling me this dominating champion last time I held the championship. You know, the one that you were beaten for when came time to put up or shut up against us. You couldn't handle me then, and getting tactic tips from Zelda Knite isn’t going to help you now.
Date: Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Location: A Road in California
An open road stands quiet with woods on both sides as if the alluring of Red Hot Chili Peppers' “Californication” comes inside your head, with the appearance of a motorcycle is seen off in the distance as the sky seems to gloomy looking like it is about to rain as we open. The cycle gets closer, and we can barely make out the person riding it until seconds pass and it becomes clear that it’s nCw Women’s World champion, Patricia Newborne journeying the roads of California. Her hair blows to the forces of the wind as she keeps going and is seen making a left to a local Mom & Pop gas station.
Newborne pulls in to the pumps, steps off the motorcycle, and sees an elderly man sitting in an old rocking chair. He stares at her while she walks over to grab the nozzle, Patricia can’t help but keep a watchful eye on this man. His beard was as white as Christmas snow, his face winkled due to old age, and as he watched her moment, she notices one of the man’s eyes were lazy. She narrows her eyebrows and looks down to spot the gas pump was empty.
“There won’t be gas until tomorrow.”
“Why didn’t you put a sign up?”
She responds, facing him and slides the nozzle back into the pump. The old man stands up, trembling.
“Ran out today, I ordered some to be delivered about 15 minutes ago. Don't I know you from somewhere? Yeah, you're that Crystal Hilton every one's been talking about. We got those EMF shirts in the back if you want to sign some for the customers that drive by here, it'd be most appreciated.”
“Do I look like an obsessed gardener to you? I am Trish ****ING Newborn, and I'm the first-ever two time Women's World champion of the nCw! I hate roses, even on Valentine's Day. And I don't have bratty fans that walk around wearing stupid Goddess of Rose and EMF shirts. I don't give a **** if I'm every man's fantasy because all I want to do is win, get paid and leave for my hotel suite. That's it.”
“Oh, right I remember you…”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“Don't worry about me, I'm just an old timer that has seen a lot of famous faces come by here.”
“Maybe you should get your eyes checked.”
Thoughts surface through her mind, as if she needed more problems. Patricia couldn’t help kept thinking about what had transpired on the last Trauma episode with Ashlie Ember beating her, and then the attack from Crystal Hilton on Collision. She knew how to beat Hilton from previously, and nothing was going to stop Newborne from proving Hilton didn’t belong in the same ring. The man waves his arm motioning her to come inside the old man's gas station. She walks mid-way there and stops to looks off to the left is a motel with the sign: Vacancy.
“Great, and I wonder if they have any rooms available that don't include stabbing someone to death.”
“Are you coming inside? The news said we're in for showers, I'd hate for you to catch a cold.”
“I'm good, where's the next station at?”
“About a couple of miles down the road.”
“I'll take my chances.”
The motorcycle is seen burning rubber and bolts to the horizon as the man can’t help but wonder what got into our Women’s World champion. He decides to sit back down and read the back of one of Crystal Hilton’s many bargain items from beside his rocker that had been shipped the night before and suddenly found himself disgusted, throwing it into the ground as our scene fades.
Crystal, I bet you are sitting around just waiting for me to jump in at the last second to give you my final words before our wonderful match Sunday. Might be prepping up to give me the stupidest bitch in nCw award would be a real honor. Really, it would. It’s funny, because I knew exactly what you were going to say before you said it. This is the result of too much damn World of Warcraft playing and wanting to get that next level up, so the character of yours can be so powerful and strong when it meets other losers and rubs ego's!
You couldn’t bother checking out your own opponent. Wow, that’s really weak there. But then again, you just starred in your greatest role ever as a walking, breathing tape recorder, so congrats on that.
And look at yourself. You are actually caring about the people who go into these events like they really give a rat’s ass about Crystal Hilton. You with your ****ing Rose Buds are such a ***damn joke. Anyone that thinks Rose Buds are a cool name deserves to be shoot at point blank range. And the fact that you spend too much time praising yourself in this stupid Goddess bull****, it’s completely pathetic. Oh, what’s the worst thing you’re going to do to me? Prick me to death with thorns?
You want to talk about me liking history but neglect to throw yourself in the same category with that whole ***damn The Goddess of Rose crap. Greek mythologies much, bitch? Flora called from Olympia; she wants her damn gimmick back you narcissistic little bitch!
Difference between me and you, I admit I have a problem but you are so far gone that you actually start to believe that you’re this Goddess persona. Sweetie, maybe I should give you my card.
And Crystal, please refrain from referring to you as “us” in the same sentence as California. Because we both know that isn’t what it says on your birth certificate. I’m the only one in this match that was born and raised in the Sunshine state known as California, not you. That’s from California with love!