Post by Amy Marshall on Sept 9, 2011 10:10:29 GMT -6
Saturday, September 3rd 2011
Prudential Center
Newark, NJ
Shortly after Opportunity vs. PoP.
As I tried catching my breath after being hit with Mercedes’ Red Curtain, I see Stephanie leaning over me, checking that I was ok, but all I felt was anger and at that moment I just wanted punch Stephanie for not saving my ass as she focused on Kathleen and making sure she didn’t come back into the match.
As Stephanie tried helping me to my feet, I just shrugged her away and left the ring, leaving Stephanie wondering why I was so angry.
I was not only mad at her but our inability to even pick up a ****ing win.
Walking up the ramp, Stephanie followed close behind asking what was wrong with me and trying to make everything ok until we disappeared into the backstage area.
Once inside the backstage area, Steph grabs my arm and I turn to come face to face with her.
“What is your problem?” Stephanie asked.
“Just sick of the constant losing, I don’t mean to be angry towards you, just we are making silly mistakes and we should be a cohesive team and covering each other’s back. Hell Mercedes and Kathleen have been together for a few weeks and they got it down to a Tee.” I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from a table.
“Look, we both have had bad promo’s and its time to move on and we have to let BWA and Opportunity destroy each other before swooping in.”
“What about Crystal and Shelly?” I asked
“We will worry about them later.” Steph said as she gave a small shrug.
I let out a small sigh as Stephanie eased my mind as best as she could, although I was still annoyed at the result and her being too preoccupied with Kathleen.
[Color-red]”Why don’t you head back to the locker room, I just need to get some fresh air”[/color] I said with a smile.
”Sure”
Stephanie smiled back as head back to the locker room, meanwhile I heads towards the nearest fire exit.
Pushing on the bar allowing the door to swing open, I feel the cool air hit my body, sliding the ashtray that sat by the door into the doorway, so the door didn’t close. I take a few steps and I sit on the nearest wall as I try to relax and let the adrenaline slow.
Wow, this just sucks.
PoP has gone back to zero points, thanks to management’s genius idea for the rankings and losing two points for a loss. Thankfully we aren’t tag champs.
Now I can blame Stephanie for being too focused on Kathleen outside the ring, but truth be told it was totally my fault because the promo I did sucked harder than Joe Everyman, and Opportunity took the opportunity and with or without Mercedes’ words of wisdom imparted on me, we lost.
Yet Kathleen seems all too focused on respect, while Steph respects you – you have to earn mine, you may have been here since the early days and that your husband is seems to be a legend in NCW halls, but you have nothing on me.
While you cling onto a career and holding a tag title, I haven’t seen your name listed on any single’s titles.
I don’t care if you’re married to Jake Conway because frankly you’re riding his coattails.
I don’t care if you dated Jason because no-body gives a **** about him.
And as for your mental deficiencies – just keep using that excuse because everyone will become sick of it and just call you a hypochondriac.
You don’t hear me ****ing moaning about have minor burns and my head being split open by Trish, I sucked it up because it is wrestling.
You don’t think I take wrestling serious enough…fine.
I don’t have to prove **** to anyone.
I am a former woman’s champion.
I have been in a death match…I bet none of you stupid bitches have been in such a match, hell I bet you all of you get your panties in a bunch over a hardcore match.
PoP may not be serious contenders now, but give it time and we will get there.
I just hope in the mean time Opportunity and BWA kill each other enough, so that PoP can sneak in and steal those titles.
Just wait until next week and I will make an example of my next opponent or opponents.
I breath in a lungful of air, before hopping off the wall and return back to the arena via the fire exit, where I head back to mine and Steph’s locker room, where I shower and change and watch the remaining Trauma matches, before heading to dinner with Ander.
Monday, 5th September 2011
Outside the Endless Filth building
Trenton, New Jersey
Standing outside the dull white building, it had once looked menacing and was painted a bright red to fit in with the company color scheme. Now the building looked smaller, less menacing and I just hated the sight of it.
This had been where the birth of Roxxxie began and the death of Amy Marshall.
Several days after my “interview” with Endless Filth, I sat in a small hotel as I waited for a call back. Although I didn’t sit in the hotel all the time, I had time to visit Trenton, Newark and New York, I also went to the gym and had various other fun.
As I lay on my front, watching a dirty movie and painting my nails, my cell phone rings. Instead of jumping up, I turned the volume down on the TV and answered the phone – putting it on loudspeaker.
“Hello”
“Hi, This is Mr Manning.”
“Hi” I said as my stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.
“We have reviewed your interview with Mr. Hardcore, and while you were obviously a little nervous, we would like you to offer you a job working for Endless Filth.”
“Awesome, thank you. When can I start?” I said with a smile.
“We give people two weeks; so they can sort out accommodation and move stuff.”
“Again thank you.”I said.
“Oh we only have one request.”
“What is that?” I ask
“Amy Marshall just seems too plain. However, we do allow our stars to choose their own names, so you won’t be stuck with something rubbish.” he explained.
“Thanks”
“Good Luck with the rest of your career with Endless Filth.”
“Thank you.” I said.
And just like that the man hangs up, leaving me to think about a name change and also having to find somewhere to live and also try and find time to move all my ****. However, for now I carried on watching the movie and finished painting my nails.
All of a sudden a hand touches my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Ander standing next to me as he also looks up at the building.
“Is this the place?” Ander asked
”Yup, the very place where Amy Marshall died and Roxxxie was born” I said.
“Why are we here?” Ander asked, worried about my well being.
“Yeah why are you here?” Came a female voice, which I recognised unfortunately.
I turned to see someone who I had starred in many films with and found her to be a total bitch, when she didn’t get her way.
“Felicity”
“Roxxxie”
“Its Amy now, I can’t believe you’re still here.” I said.
“Yeah well, when you left I was given the opportunity to be the biggest star in the company and I took it. I didn’t let them down.” And she hasn’t changed.
”How many of the directors did you sleep with to get that high?” I sniped back.
“**** you” she said as she glared at me.
I just laughed in her face “Glad I quit this place, the standard of certain people’s acting sucked”
“We should be going?” said Ander worried this might turn into a brawl.
“Yeah, the smell of bad acting is making me gag” I joked as gave Felicity a dirty look before Ander and I turn as Felicity tries to make a comeback but with very little success.
Jumping into my Ferrari, I start the engine and take one last look at the building and Felicity before driving off as we headed to Philadelphia for the next show.
Thursday, 8th September 2011
Philadelphia, PA.
Wachovia Center
A couple of days later after arriving Philadelphia for Collision and Trauma, I left Ander in the hotel gym as I headed to the Wachovia Center to cut my promo for my match against Steph, which I couldn’t believe management had booked.
Entering the building, I headed to the meeting point, which I had organised with Chad Lights as I began to think about the match between Steph and I but also what other people have said.
“Thanks for meeting me Chad” I said with a smile.
“That’s ok.” Chad said, as he knew that I only used him just for the camera time and nothing else “Are you ready?”
I nodded “I am”
“Over to you.”
This week Stephanie and I are facing each other in singles competition – I don’t know if management is dropping hints that we should split or that I should be kicking Steph’s ass for not paying attention during the match.
Now I can blame you Steph for all our misfortunes, but that isn’t fair on you.
It’s both our fault.
You let me down with a promo that was ****.
I let you down with a promo that was ****.
However, we are now in the situation where we are facing each other one on one in singles competition – a dilemma for any tag team and friends.
We could either sit in the ring do nothing but bitch and moan or we could go out there put on a show and prove that we aren’t divided by silly mistakes inside the ring.
What do you say Steph?
If you say no, then I am not going to hate you for it, but if you are going to play a little dirty then I make sure I will play dirty back.
But lets make sure it doesn’t split us up.
I am going to change the subject quickly to Shelly Taylor-Jones.
Congratulations you have become the most annoying, loud mouthed, disrespectful skank on the roster.
You have defined the meaning of being a bitch.
But why the hell have you dragged Emma and me into your pathetic little war against Alysson. In fact I am pleased that you dragged me into this because unlike that disease infested Hollywood walk of shame bitch, I respect Alysson.
Alysson defeated 13 other women to become a well-deserved champion, she earned the title and you know what Emma and I also deserved the title when we won them off our respective opponents.
When you get your precious title shot against Alysson, I will make sure that you won’t even make it down the ramp…I will do what Mercedes did to me but ten times worse.
And if you don’t believe me then just ask Mercedes or even Josie.
I can be dangerous when I want to be.
I can’t wait til you face Alysson.
I want her to show why you are nothing more than all mouth and no action. I want her to show everyone that your nothing more than one of those whiny bitches you preach on about.
Again once again congratulations Shelly, you have just become the mean bitch of high school.
Oh and just before wrapping this promo up.
Jason Evans.
In what world do you think I will be ever interested in you!
Ander is more of a man than you ever will be.
But I will wish you luck Jason…good luck, lets hope Ander doesn’t do too much damage.
Prudential Center
Newark, NJ
Shortly after Opportunity vs. PoP.
As I tried catching my breath after being hit with Mercedes’ Red Curtain, I see Stephanie leaning over me, checking that I was ok, but all I felt was anger and at that moment I just wanted punch Stephanie for not saving my ass as she focused on Kathleen and making sure she didn’t come back into the match.
As Stephanie tried helping me to my feet, I just shrugged her away and left the ring, leaving Stephanie wondering why I was so angry.
I was not only mad at her but our inability to even pick up a ****ing win.
Walking up the ramp, Stephanie followed close behind asking what was wrong with me and trying to make everything ok until we disappeared into the backstage area.
Once inside the backstage area, Steph grabs my arm and I turn to come face to face with her.
“What is your problem?” Stephanie asked.
“Just sick of the constant losing, I don’t mean to be angry towards you, just we are making silly mistakes and we should be a cohesive team and covering each other’s back. Hell Mercedes and Kathleen have been together for a few weeks and they got it down to a Tee.” I said as I grabbed a bottle of water from a table.
“Look, we both have had bad promo’s and its time to move on and we have to let BWA and Opportunity destroy each other before swooping in.”
“What about Crystal and Shelly?” I asked
“We will worry about them later.” Steph said as she gave a small shrug.
I let out a small sigh as Stephanie eased my mind as best as she could, although I was still annoyed at the result and her being too preoccupied with Kathleen.
[Color-red]”Why don’t you head back to the locker room, I just need to get some fresh air”[/color] I said with a smile.
”Sure”
Stephanie smiled back as head back to the locker room, meanwhile I heads towards the nearest fire exit.
Pushing on the bar allowing the door to swing open, I feel the cool air hit my body, sliding the ashtray that sat by the door into the doorway, so the door didn’t close. I take a few steps and I sit on the nearest wall as I try to relax and let the adrenaline slow.
Wow, this just sucks.
PoP has gone back to zero points, thanks to management’s genius idea for the rankings and losing two points for a loss. Thankfully we aren’t tag champs.
Now I can blame Stephanie for being too focused on Kathleen outside the ring, but truth be told it was totally my fault because the promo I did sucked harder than Joe Everyman, and Opportunity took the opportunity and with or without Mercedes’ words of wisdom imparted on me, we lost.
Yet Kathleen seems all too focused on respect, while Steph respects you – you have to earn mine, you may have been here since the early days and that your husband is seems to be a legend in NCW halls, but you have nothing on me.
While you cling onto a career and holding a tag title, I haven’t seen your name listed on any single’s titles.
I don’t care if you’re married to Jake Conway because frankly you’re riding his coattails.
I don’t care if you dated Jason because no-body gives a **** about him.
And as for your mental deficiencies – just keep using that excuse because everyone will become sick of it and just call you a hypochondriac.
You don’t hear me ****ing moaning about have minor burns and my head being split open by Trish, I sucked it up because it is wrestling.
You don’t think I take wrestling serious enough…fine.
I don’t have to prove **** to anyone.
I am a former woman’s champion.
I have been in a death match…I bet none of you stupid bitches have been in such a match, hell I bet you all of you get your panties in a bunch over a hardcore match.
PoP may not be serious contenders now, but give it time and we will get there.
I just hope in the mean time Opportunity and BWA kill each other enough, so that PoP can sneak in and steal those titles.
Just wait until next week and I will make an example of my next opponent or opponents.
I breath in a lungful of air, before hopping off the wall and return back to the arena via the fire exit, where I head back to mine and Steph’s locker room, where I shower and change and watch the remaining Trauma matches, before heading to dinner with Ander.
Monday, 5th September 2011
Outside the Endless Filth building
Trenton, New Jersey
Standing outside the dull white building, it had once looked menacing and was painted a bright red to fit in with the company color scheme. Now the building looked smaller, less menacing and I just hated the sight of it.
This had been where the birth of Roxxxie began and the death of Amy Marshall.
~**~**~**~**FLASHBACK**~**~**~
Thursday, 18th February 1999
Thursday, 18th February 1999
Several days after my “interview” with Endless Filth, I sat in a small hotel as I waited for a call back. Although I didn’t sit in the hotel all the time, I had time to visit Trenton, Newark and New York, I also went to the gym and had various other fun.
As I lay on my front, watching a dirty movie and painting my nails, my cell phone rings. Instead of jumping up, I turned the volume down on the TV and answered the phone – putting it on loudspeaker.
“Hello”
“Hi, This is Mr Manning.”
“Hi” I said as my stomach suddenly filled with butterflies.
“We have reviewed your interview with Mr. Hardcore, and while you were obviously a little nervous, we would like you to offer you a job working for Endless Filth.”
“Awesome, thank you. When can I start?” I said with a smile.
“We give people two weeks; so they can sort out accommodation and move stuff.”
“Again thank you.”I said.
“Oh we only have one request.”
“What is that?” I ask
“Amy Marshall just seems too plain. However, we do allow our stars to choose their own names, so you won’t be stuck with something rubbish.” he explained.
“Thanks”
“Good Luck with the rest of your career with Endless Filth.”
“Thank you.” I said.
And just like that the man hangs up, leaving me to think about a name change and also having to find somewhere to live and also try and find time to move all my ****. However, for now I carried on watching the movie and finished painting my nails.
~**~**~**END OF FLASHBACK**~**~**~
All of a sudden a hand touches my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts and I turned to see Ander standing next to me as he also looks up at the building.
“Is this the place?” Ander asked
”Yup, the very place where Amy Marshall died and Roxxxie was born” I said.
“Why are we here?” Ander asked, worried about my well being.
“Yeah why are you here?” Came a female voice, which I recognised unfortunately.
I turned to see someone who I had starred in many films with and found her to be a total bitch, when she didn’t get her way.
“Felicity”
“Roxxxie”
“Its Amy now, I can’t believe you’re still here.” I said.
“Yeah well, when you left I was given the opportunity to be the biggest star in the company and I took it. I didn’t let them down.” And she hasn’t changed.
”How many of the directors did you sleep with to get that high?” I sniped back.
“**** you” she said as she glared at me.
I just laughed in her face “Glad I quit this place, the standard of certain people’s acting sucked”
“We should be going?” said Ander worried this might turn into a brawl.
“Yeah, the smell of bad acting is making me gag” I joked as gave Felicity a dirty look before Ander and I turn as Felicity tries to make a comeback but with very little success.
Jumping into my Ferrari, I start the engine and take one last look at the building and Felicity before driving off as we headed to Philadelphia for the next show.
Thursday, 8th September 2011
Philadelphia, PA.
Wachovia Center
A couple of days later after arriving Philadelphia for Collision and Trauma, I left Ander in the hotel gym as I headed to the Wachovia Center to cut my promo for my match against Steph, which I couldn’t believe management had booked.
Entering the building, I headed to the meeting point, which I had organised with Chad Lights as I began to think about the match between Steph and I but also what other people have said.
“Thanks for meeting me Chad” I said with a smile.
“That’s ok.” Chad said, as he knew that I only used him just for the camera time and nothing else “Are you ready?”
I nodded “I am”
“Over to you.”
This week Stephanie and I are facing each other in singles competition – I don’t know if management is dropping hints that we should split or that I should be kicking Steph’s ass for not paying attention during the match.
Now I can blame you Steph for all our misfortunes, but that isn’t fair on you.
It’s both our fault.
You let me down with a promo that was ****.
I let you down with a promo that was ****.
However, we are now in the situation where we are facing each other one on one in singles competition – a dilemma for any tag team and friends.
We could either sit in the ring do nothing but bitch and moan or we could go out there put on a show and prove that we aren’t divided by silly mistakes inside the ring.
What do you say Steph?
If you say no, then I am not going to hate you for it, but if you are going to play a little dirty then I make sure I will play dirty back.
But lets make sure it doesn’t split us up.
I am going to change the subject quickly to Shelly Taylor-Jones.
Congratulations you have become the most annoying, loud mouthed, disrespectful skank on the roster.
You have defined the meaning of being a bitch.
But why the hell have you dragged Emma and me into your pathetic little war against Alysson. In fact I am pleased that you dragged me into this because unlike that disease infested Hollywood walk of shame bitch, I respect Alysson.
Alysson defeated 13 other women to become a well-deserved champion, she earned the title and you know what Emma and I also deserved the title when we won them off our respective opponents.
When you get your precious title shot against Alysson, I will make sure that you won’t even make it down the ramp…I will do what Mercedes did to me but ten times worse.
And if you don’t believe me then just ask Mercedes or even Josie.
I can be dangerous when I want to be.
I can’t wait til you face Alysson.
I want her to show why you are nothing more than all mouth and no action. I want her to show everyone that your nothing more than one of those whiny bitches you preach on about.
Again once again congratulations Shelly, you have just become the mean bitch of high school.
Oh and just before wrapping this promo up.
Jason Evans.
In what world do you think I will be ever interested in you!
Ander is more of a man than you ever will be.
But I will wish you luck Jason…good luck, lets hope Ander doesn’t do too much damage.