Post by Amy Marshall on Dec 24, 2011 9:52:25 GMT -6
(OOC: The training between Amy and Ander will be done in the devo board)
Sunday, December 18th, 2011
Intrust Bank Arena; Wichita, Kansas
The last thing I remember was seeing Mercedes and then nothing; while I lay unconscious I was briefly transported back to the hill overlooking the sea. The same hill that I had once stood on before, where I had briefly died after a drug overdose because of “him”.
I loved this place, as it was a place to escape other than using drugs, however, I knew that it was only temporary just like a drug fix.
As I turned away from the sea, I saw Ander sitting on the wooden bench; the usual person I always saw wasn’t there.
Ander stood up from the bench and came towards me “Amy, are you ok?”
I cock my head “I am ok” I said.
“Amy, wake up”
“What” I said a little confused.
“Amy, can you hear me?” Ander said as he looked at men with a worried look.
I cock my head once more and then everything goes white and I wake up in the medical centre with Ander and the doctor looking over me.
“Hey” Ander said
I give a small smile before slowly getting up as I rubbed my head and felt a large golf balled sized lump on my head.
“Uh, what the **** happened?” I said as my head began to throb.
“Mercedes knocked you clean out with a pair of brass knucks.” Ander explained.
“Did I win?” I said with hope in my voice.
“Nope, sorry.” Ander shrugged.
“Miss Marshall, you have a slight concussion, but a few days rest you will feel better.” The doctor said as he gave me an ice pack to place on my head, before disappearing to another room, leaving Ander and I alone.
“That means no training.” Ander said as he helps me off the bed.
I pout, “You suck!” I turn and catch myself in the mirror, apart from my Mohawk losing its shape; I look at the golf ball size bruise on my head and the mean dark bruise that came with it.
“You obviously never heard about this, but Gib made a match at Time to Riot. PoP verses Ashlie and a partner of her choice for the Tag titles.” Ander said
“Just ****ing great, she will probably pick someone that has beaten me a few times already.” I said a little annoyed.
“Just have to wait and see babe”
“Changing the subject here, you already know that I am training Rose, but at some point next week can we train together inside the ring?” I asked.
“Why?” Ander asked
I take a few steps out of the medical room as Ander follows close behind, as we slowly head back to the locker room.
“Don’t get me wrong but Rose is sweet and sucks up all the training that I give her like a sponge. I just need something more…” I said as we stop outside the locker room and turn to him.
“Like you and me, inside the ring and training.” Ander said a little hesitantly.
I look into Ander’s eyes “Unlike most of bitches on the roster, I have faced men in singles competition and tag team competition…I might have not won all of those matches but I can handle myself, so you don’t have to worry about little old me.” I move in and gentle kiss him on the lips.
“Ok, we will see how you are.”
I smile and wrap my arms around him “Thanks” I said as I then placed my hands on the handle and opened the locker room door and once again Ander follows her inside and the door closes behind them.
First off, Mercedes Lewis, I like to thank you for getting involved in a match, when you had no ****ing right to.
I like to thank you for the ugly bruise the size of your huge saggy breasts, the massive headache and the mild concussion.
Next time you want to get even – do it backstage you dumb whore and don’t bring your personal psycho tendencies to the ring.
As for you Ashlie, you got very ****ing lucky.
If Mercedes hadn’t poked her nose in, it would have been a whole different story.
As for your personal shots at me…
Yeah ok, my trash talk sucks more than Joe Everyman but at least I can back up my words and win matches.
And yes is used Emma and legend in the same sentence, so ok, she isn’t Zelda but hey she is a far better wrestler and person than you are.
Oh and you want to talk about my changes, how about yours.
Going from a red head to blond and then growing several inches in the bust, hey at least before you were pretty now you are just a plain ugly girl.
I don’t care who you are, what you have accomplished and the size of your ****ing ego, because whomever you pick at Time to Riot, make sure they can wrestle and that they want to work with you.
Oh and good luck bitch, because Steph and I will deflate your big ****ing ego quicker than a failed Crystal Hilton marriage.
Wednesday, December 21st, 2011
The War Room
St. Joseph, Missouri
The scene opens up in a small local wrestling school in St. Joseph, Missouri, where we see Amy, Rose, Ander and Nate standing around as they prepared for Amy and Rose’s training plus preparation for the tag team match against Freya Kane and Mercedes Lewis.
“Ready?” Amy asked as she looked at Rose who stood next to Nate.
She nodded excitedly before climbing into the ring, Amy then slowly entered the ring as she stood in one corner and Rose stood in another corner.
“Go” Amy said as.
And on that command Rose and Amy come out of their corners… as soon as they’re each out of their corner, it appears as if they’re going to try to grapple up but Amy quickly takes a step back and snaps forward in an attempt for a Superkick, however, Rose is able to duck underneath the kick and waits for Amy to turn around - the moment that she does, Rose connects with a front kick and brings Amy into a front headlock.
A moment later, she spins around to go for a Twist of Fate, but Amy is able to push her off towards the ropes - when Rose is on her way back, Amy is able to leap into the air and connect with a dropkick! Rose lands on her back on the canvas.
“Don’t give up, come on” Amy said as she stood in the corner as she waited for Rose to get to her feet.
Allowing Rose to get to her feet, Amy then charges at Rose and Rose is able to catch Amy with an arm-drag! Both of the women return to their feet, and this time Rose is sprinting at Amy to be taken over with an arm-drag of her own; Amy doesn’t let go of Rose’s arm, and looks to continue this into a submission hold but after constant shaking from Rose, she’s able to get free and get to the ropes to protect herself from Amy.
Amy smirks, as backs away a few steps as Rose lets go of the ropes, but Amy is straight back onto Rose and hits a leaping reverse STO, Amy then goes for a pin but Rose kicks out after two.
Amy pulls Rose up by the hair and then pushes her into the ropes to set her up for the wheelbarrow facebuster, however, Rose manages to counter into a package rollup but only gets a two count herself as she flung across the ring, by the force of Amy’s Kickout.
Amy is up first, as she heads over to Rose, who is slower to her feet, she then grabs Rose by the head and goes for a springboard Tornado DDT and hits it, however, instead of going for a pin, Amy gets up and grabs Rose’s legs and sets her up in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Rose doesn’t scream out in pain, but instead whimpers a little as she claws at the mat, as she tries to pull herself towards the ropes and she successful does, however, without a ref to say anything instead Ander lets Amy know.
“Ropes”
Amy lets go of Rose, as Rose clings onto the bottom rope with one hand, while her other arm rubs her back.
Amy turns and she grabs Rose and pulls her up to her feet, however, Rose stuns Amy with Rose’s Three Strikes, which Rose then picks Amy up onto her shoulders and hits her Back to reality for the ‘pin’
Rose staggers to her feet as Nate slides into the ring, as does Ander, as they check on Amy.
“Amy are you ok?” Ander asks.
“Yeah, I’m good” Amy responded as she rubbed her head.
“How did I do Miss Amy?” Rose said excitedly.
Ander helps Amy into a sitting position, as she rubs her head as she ignored the headache. “That training from Nate and his friend has helped you a lot in the space of a few weeks. But things can be very different from singles training and tag team training, because up against others they will do anything to win include cheating. But you have improved greatly.”
“Thank you Miss Amy.” She said with a smile and jumping up and down.
Amy slowly gets to her feet “That’s ok. You and Nate better head to the locker room, there is much time to get ready for this tag match.”
Rose nods as she and Nate climb out of the ring, where Rose grabs her bag before disappearing to the locker room to change.
“You still want to train?” Ander asked looking a little worried.
“Give me a few minutes to recover and I will be ready” Amy said as she grabs her water bottle before climbing out of the ring and sitting down on the nearest chair to take a rest.
“How is the head?” Ander asked as he leant against the ropes.
“Sore but bruises with take forever to go away. Anyway, why don’t you go and change and I will be ready inside the ring.” Amy said.
“Sure”
Ander climbs out of the ring, where he heads to the locker room where he left his back with training gear inside, leaving Amy alone as she sits back in the wooden chair and then looks into the camera.
So this match goes from Tag Team title match, to a regular tag team match with my partner being Kathleen Conway but then she flaked and now I am facing someone who I am helping to train – Rose Acantha.
And we are against Mercedes Lewis and Freya Kane.
Originally Rose was in the Trauma web show against the Cat Lady as her first match, but she somehow managed to get into this match. I can’t blame her really for getting this opportunity; I think most women would take it.
Anyway, I have to stop my rambling because someone might get pissy that I talk too much.
Firstly Mercedes - I feel very lucky to have you in this match. And you know what, I am going to make you pay for interfering in my match last week and I will make you pay for this god awful lump on the side of my head and the ****ing headache and concussion that came with it.
I don’t care about all the excuses that you are going to come up with, that I was in wrong place at the wrong time, or that you were really aiming for Ashlie or you helped Ashlie to win to get inside her head.
Frankly Mercedes – you are a pathetic excuse for a woman and jealously doesn’t really suite you.
Attacking another woman because she’s got your ex husband – that just smells of pure desperation and making yourself look like a complete jackass.
And once I get my hands on you Mercedes, I am going to make you look like a complete fool and send you back to watching those crappy Twilight movies.
And so to the main threat in this match…
Freya Kane.
I remember watching you in that other company; I watched how you constantly kicked ass and becoming the world champion, although unfortunately I wasn’t awe inspired by you.
I was more interested in the likes of Ashley Riot and Amber Burton because at least they could wrestle.
Yeah Yeah, I know my career in that other company sucked and I had multiple chances at the TV title and squandered them but hey I was new to the wrestling biz and as you said dumb and full of cum.
Anyway, I can’t say much about you because I’ve never faced you, yet others like you can say **** about me quite easily.
So you want to bitch about my conduct in the company, how I act as a former pornstar, who looks better on camera and what I am bitching about now.
Firstly I can conduct myself anyway I want to – I am a former starlets champion and current Tag Team champion, I rose to the top of the company faster than you can give Dexter a boner.
I can act anyway way I like as well; do you see me complaining about how slutty you act? Or how bad your acting was in your movies?
No.
I became a pornstar because I love sex and the money was good, I didn’t care how I looked as long as I made the company money and I got my rocks off.
Hey, at least I don’t have god-awful stretch marks or flabby bits from where I’ve popped out god knows how many ugly children.
And the only bitching your going to hear from me will be about someone hitting me right on this bruise.
Merry Christmas Freya, your weekend it going to suck after I am done with you.
Sunday, December 18th, 2011
Intrust Bank Arena; Wichita, Kansas
The last thing I remember was seeing Mercedes and then nothing; while I lay unconscious I was briefly transported back to the hill overlooking the sea. The same hill that I had once stood on before, where I had briefly died after a drug overdose because of “him”.
I loved this place, as it was a place to escape other than using drugs, however, I knew that it was only temporary just like a drug fix.
As I turned away from the sea, I saw Ander sitting on the wooden bench; the usual person I always saw wasn’t there.
Ander stood up from the bench and came towards me “Amy, are you ok?”
I cock my head “I am ok” I said.
“Amy, wake up”
“What” I said a little confused.
“Amy, can you hear me?” Ander said as he looked at men with a worried look.
I cock my head once more and then everything goes white and I wake up in the medical centre with Ander and the doctor looking over me.
“Hey” Ander said
I give a small smile before slowly getting up as I rubbed my head and felt a large golf balled sized lump on my head.
“Uh, what the **** happened?” I said as my head began to throb.
“Mercedes knocked you clean out with a pair of brass knucks.” Ander explained.
“Did I win?” I said with hope in my voice.
“Nope, sorry.” Ander shrugged.
“Miss Marshall, you have a slight concussion, but a few days rest you will feel better.” The doctor said as he gave me an ice pack to place on my head, before disappearing to another room, leaving Ander and I alone.
“That means no training.” Ander said as he helps me off the bed.
I pout, “You suck!” I turn and catch myself in the mirror, apart from my Mohawk losing its shape; I look at the golf ball size bruise on my head and the mean dark bruise that came with it.
“You obviously never heard about this, but Gib made a match at Time to Riot. PoP verses Ashlie and a partner of her choice for the Tag titles.” Ander said
“Just ****ing great, she will probably pick someone that has beaten me a few times already.” I said a little annoyed.
“Just have to wait and see babe”
“Changing the subject here, you already know that I am training Rose, but at some point next week can we train together inside the ring?” I asked.
“Why?” Ander asked
I take a few steps out of the medical room as Ander follows close behind, as we slowly head back to the locker room.
“Don’t get me wrong but Rose is sweet and sucks up all the training that I give her like a sponge. I just need something more…” I said as we stop outside the locker room and turn to him.
“Like you and me, inside the ring and training.” Ander said a little hesitantly.
I look into Ander’s eyes “Unlike most of bitches on the roster, I have faced men in singles competition and tag team competition…I might have not won all of those matches but I can handle myself, so you don’t have to worry about little old me.” I move in and gentle kiss him on the lips.
“Ok, we will see how you are.”
I smile and wrap my arms around him “Thanks” I said as I then placed my hands on the handle and opened the locker room door and once again Ander follows her inside and the door closes behind them.
First off, Mercedes Lewis, I like to thank you for getting involved in a match, when you had no ****ing right to.
I like to thank you for the ugly bruise the size of your huge saggy breasts, the massive headache and the mild concussion.
Next time you want to get even – do it backstage you dumb whore and don’t bring your personal psycho tendencies to the ring.
As for you Ashlie, you got very ****ing lucky.
If Mercedes hadn’t poked her nose in, it would have been a whole different story.
As for your personal shots at me…
Yeah ok, my trash talk sucks more than Joe Everyman but at least I can back up my words and win matches.
And yes is used Emma and legend in the same sentence, so ok, she isn’t Zelda but hey she is a far better wrestler and person than you are.
Oh and you want to talk about my changes, how about yours.
Going from a red head to blond and then growing several inches in the bust, hey at least before you were pretty now you are just a plain ugly girl.
I don’t care who you are, what you have accomplished and the size of your ****ing ego, because whomever you pick at Time to Riot, make sure they can wrestle and that they want to work with you.
Oh and good luck bitch, because Steph and I will deflate your big ****ing ego quicker than a failed Crystal Hilton marriage.
Wednesday, December 21st, 2011
The War Room
St. Joseph, Missouri
The scene opens up in a small local wrestling school in St. Joseph, Missouri, where we see Amy, Rose, Ander and Nate standing around as they prepared for Amy and Rose’s training plus preparation for the tag team match against Freya Kane and Mercedes Lewis.
“Ready?” Amy asked as she looked at Rose who stood next to Nate.
She nodded excitedly before climbing into the ring, Amy then slowly entered the ring as she stood in one corner and Rose stood in another corner.
“Go” Amy said as.
And on that command Rose and Amy come out of their corners… as soon as they’re each out of their corner, it appears as if they’re going to try to grapple up but Amy quickly takes a step back and snaps forward in an attempt for a Superkick, however, Rose is able to duck underneath the kick and waits for Amy to turn around - the moment that she does, Rose connects with a front kick and brings Amy into a front headlock.
A moment later, she spins around to go for a Twist of Fate, but Amy is able to push her off towards the ropes - when Rose is on her way back, Amy is able to leap into the air and connect with a dropkick! Rose lands on her back on the canvas.
“Don’t give up, come on” Amy said as she stood in the corner as she waited for Rose to get to her feet.
Allowing Rose to get to her feet, Amy then charges at Rose and Rose is able to catch Amy with an arm-drag! Both of the women return to their feet, and this time Rose is sprinting at Amy to be taken over with an arm-drag of her own; Amy doesn’t let go of Rose’s arm, and looks to continue this into a submission hold but after constant shaking from Rose, she’s able to get free and get to the ropes to protect herself from Amy.
Amy smirks, as backs away a few steps as Rose lets go of the ropes, but Amy is straight back onto Rose and hits a leaping reverse STO, Amy then goes for a pin but Rose kicks out after two.
Amy pulls Rose up by the hair and then pushes her into the ropes to set her up for the wheelbarrow facebuster, however, Rose manages to counter into a package rollup but only gets a two count herself as she flung across the ring, by the force of Amy’s Kickout.
Amy is up first, as she heads over to Rose, who is slower to her feet, she then grabs Rose by the head and goes for a springboard Tornado DDT and hits it, however, instead of going for a pin, Amy gets up and grabs Rose’s legs and sets her up in the Texas Cloverleaf.
Rose doesn’t scream out in pain, but instead whimpers a little as she claws at the mat, as she tries to pull herself towards the ropes and she successful does, however, without a ref to say anything instead Ander lets Amy know.
“Ropes”
Amy lets go of Rose, as Rose clings onto the bottom rope with one hand, while her other arm rubs her back.
Amy turns and she grabs Rose and pulls her up to her feet, however, Rose stuns Amy with Rose’s Three Strikes, which Rose then picks Amy up onto her shoulders and hits her Back to reality for the ‘pin’
Rose staggers to her feet as Nate slides into the ring, as does Ander, as they check on Amy.
“Amy are you ok?” Ander asks.
“Yeah, I’m good” Amy responded as she rubbed her head.
“How did I do Miss Amy?” Rose said excitedly.
Ander helps Amy into a sitting position, as she rubs her head as she ignored the headache. “That training from Nate and his friend has helped you a lot in the space of a few weeks. But things can be very different from singles training and tag team training, because up against others they will do anything to win include cheating. But you have improved greatly.”
“Thank you Miss Amy.” She said with a smile and jumping up and down.
Amy slowly gets to her feet “That’s ok. You and Nate better head to the locker room, there is much time to get ready for this tag match.”
Rose nods as she and Nate climb out of the ring, where Rose grabs her bag before disappearing to the locker room to change.
“You still want to train?” Ander asked looking a little worried.
“Give me a few minutes to recover and I will be ready” Amy said as she grabs her water bottle before climbing out of the ring and sitting down on the nearest chair to take a rest.
“How is the head?” Ander asked as he leant against the ropes.
“Sore but bruises with take forever to go away. Anyway, why don’t you go and change and I will be ready inside the ring.” Amy said.
“Sure”
Ander climbs out of the ring, where he heads to the locker room where he left his back with training gear inside, leaving Amy alone as she sits back in the wooden chair and then looks into the camera.
So this match goes from Tag Team title match, to a regular tag team match with my partner being Kathleen Conway but then she flaked and now I am facing someone who I am helping to train – Rose Acantha.
And we are against Mercedes Lewis and Freya Kane.
Originally Rose was in the Trauma web show against the Cat Lady as her first match, but she somehow managed to get into this match. I can’t blame her really for getting this opportunity; I think most women would take it.
Anyway, I have to stop my rambling because someone might get pissy that I talk too much.
Firstly Mercedes - I feel very lucky to have you in this match. And you know what, I am going to make you pay for interfering in my match last week and I will make you pay for this god awful lump on the side of my head and the ****ing headache and concussion that came with it.
I don’t care about all the excuses that you are going to come up with, that I was in wrong place at the wrong time, or that you were really aiming for Ashlie or you helped Ashlie to win to get inside her head.
Frankly Mercedes – you are a pathetic excuse for a woman and jealously doesn’t really suite you.
Attacking another woman because she’s got your ex husband – that just smells of pure desperation and making yourself look like a complete jackass.
And once I get my hands on you Mercedes, I am going to make you look like a complete fool and send you back to watching those crappy Twilight movies.
And so to the main threat in this match…
Freya Kane.
I remember watching you in that other company; I watched how you constantly kicked ass and becoming the world champion, although unfortunately I wasn’t awe inspired by you.
I was more interested in the likes of Ashley Riot and Amber Burton because at least they could wrestle.
Yeah Yeah, I know my career in that other company sucked and I had multiple chances at the TV title and squandered them but hey I was new to the wrestling biz and as you said dumb and full of cum.
Anyway, I can’t say much about you because I’ve never faced you, yet others like you can say **** about me quite easily.
So you want to bitch about my conduct in the company, how I act as a former pornstar, who looks better on camera and what I am bitching about now.
Firstly I can conduct myself anyway I want to – I am a former starlets champion and current Tag Team champion, I rose to the top of the company faster than you can give Dexter a boner.
I can act anyway way I like as well; do you see me complaining about how slutty you act? Or how bad your acting was in your movies?
No.
I became a pornstar because I love sex and the money was good, I didn’t care how I looked as long as I made the company money and I got my rocks off.
Hey, at least I don’t have god-awful stretch marks or flabby bits from where I’ve popped out god knows how many ugly children.
And the only bitching your going to hear from me will be about someone hitting me right on this bruise.
Merry Christmas Freya, your weekend it going to suck after I am done with you.