Post by Amy Marshall on Mar 30, 2012 17:45:22 GMT -6
Sunday 25th March 2012
Sacramento, California
Power Balance Pavilion;
{Amy wraps Rose’s arm in the chair and gets on the ring apron. Suddenly “Not Listening,” by Papa Roach plays on the loud speakers as Nathan heads to the ring ramp. Amy seeing Nathan, doesn’t seem to be phased giving him a salute mocking him before she jumps down onto the chair. Rose feeling the rush of pain lets out a wail and grabs her arm as Nathan races down the ramp to get to her. Amy seeing this books out of there through the crowd to loud boos from the crowd. The emergency personnel soon arrive as well as Kelly Knite to check up on her. Kelly seems perplexed as to what happened and looks at Nathan almost apologetically.}
As I arrived into the backstage area via a different entrance, people glared at me with disgust and disappointment as I just ignored them, as I just headed straight to my locker room without a care in the world.
However, as I got into my locker room, I rushed to the toilet where I threw up as the bravado and cockiness swiftly left me as the sound of breaking bones echoed in my head even with the crowd cheering/booing I still could hear it snap in the vice of the chair.
Yet, I still stand by my actions and words said and done to Rose Acantha.
As I threw up once more, I fail to hear the footsteps behind me, until I turn to grab a piece of tissue and see someone standing there.
“Like the view?” I said as I throw the bit of tissue into the toilet bowl.
"Quite," said a familiar voice. "A pretty ass like that shouldn't let the guard down like this."
I turn to see Alysson standing before me "hmmm, my best defence will be spewing on someone shoes." I joked as I pulled the handle before moving out of the cubicle "So...what do I owe this pleasure?"
The redhead snickered as she crossed her arms, her trademark bitchy smirk on her face. "Naw, just came to see a friend. Thought I'd pay the visit after the prime performance out there. I can tell an adrenaline rush when I see one."
"It felt good, but just hearing the bone snapping made my stomach turn. Does it get any easier?" I asked, as I moved over to the mini fridge to grab a bottle of water before sitting on the arm of the chair.
"It does if you stop caring." She leaned against the doorframe and chuckled, thinking aloud as if she meant to give me a tip. “Unless you're softening up now."
I thought for a moment "I've come too far to soften up." I said as let out a deep sigh "I just have to get used to the idea of ending someone's career"
"BAH!" Alysson almost laughed at me. "You didn't end her career, you just broke her arm. It's a danger of the sport. Look..." And then she showed me the back of her forearm, a big scar on the blindside of her arm that crossed from a little below her armpit almost till the elbow. "I once had my arm broken too and look where I've come since then.”
I trace my finger along her scar, as I took in what she said "Damn!" I then moved my hand away "I guess I have to take more drastic action next time. Like hell I’ll let her become Starlets champion."
Alysson looked at me after that with a funny face before breaking into laughter - an insane-ish, uncontrollable laughter that I hadn't known her for doing forever, since we first met 4 years ago. "Her? Starlets' Champion?! You've got to be ****ting me. No, seriously, you gotta be ****ting me. A stupid cookie dough like her isn't even APT to win a championship. Don't go breeding these retarded inane crap."
I raise my eyebrows a little at the outburst from Alysson “Hey anyone can win the Starlets title these days, look at our current champion – ****ing Ashlie.”
"Her days are numbered. She's at the top of my list. And believe me: if I have the chance..." She looks at me with that insane, vicious look I know of hers. "I ain't breaking only her arm."
I fold my arms “She is on top of everyone’s list, she has pissed a lot of people off. And I wouldn’t mind seeing that dumb blonde getting her just desserts.”
"You talk like you don't know me," she says. "There are people that make lists that aren't worth. And I've accomplished everything I sought for. The embarrassment of Christian Gardner, check. Win the Women's Championship in my own time, check. Return from injury in record time, check."
“Sorry” I said a little sheepishly, as I shifted uncomfortably on the arm of the chair as I take a sip of water. “Anyway lets hope we get shots soon, because I am going stir crazy not getting title shots.”
Alysson shrugs at me, waving it off. "These come with time. What you really have to worry about is if you're doing your job or not. If you're gonna fret about something, do it for about something that's worth your time."
I smile, as I took in the advice from Alysson. Which I knew I could trust, because she was a seasoned veteran of the wrestling industry and she knew what she was talking about. “I’m doing my damned best inside the ring and just not getting anywhere with the prissy cookie cutter scrubbers trampling over me to get to the top.” I said with a shrug. “The only thing I’m going to fret about is whether if Kelly is going to fine or suspend me.”
"Heh. Really? Kelly, fine or suspend you? It's like I said, girl. Danger of the sport. It can happen all the time. What you can do not to get your ass in trouble is play your innocent card." Aly shrugs and snickers. "If Rose didn't know she was getting in trouble when she entered the circuit, it's her fault, and hers only."
“True true” I said shaking my head in agreement. “Anyway, I need to change and get rid of the smell of rotting leech.” I said standing and stretching a little.
"Rotting leech? You're getting the hang of it, heheheh." she said, as I'm not sure if she got my point. "Anyway... Go ahead. Drink some water, take a shower, the good stuff. You know where to find me when you're done."
“Thanks” I said before leaning in and giving Alysson a hug a light kiss on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself, hot stuff, I don’t want my home girls tripping around” Alysson said as I brushed my hand through her beautiful red hair.
Alysson smiles before walking off, leaving me alone inside the locker room as I let out a long sigh. I then closed my eyes for a moment, as I replayed inside my head the moment I broke her arm and this time I felt no nausea just rage and hatred.
I opened my eyes and smiled, as I headed into the shower room to wash away the rotting leech and sweet smell of success as I thought about next week.
First off, a thank you goes to my tag partner this week.
Thanks Jimmy.
Secondly… to the most important business of what I did in that tag team match.
What I did was eradicate a pest from the division…I know it won’t be forever because bones unfortunately heal.
But that parasitic leech is out of my life for 4-6 weeks.
And you wanna know why I broke her arm?
Because I can…
It was all about power and making a statement, a statement that parasites like Rose can be replaced and not use me to get to the next level. I did it in front of Kelly Knite to show that I am a genuine threat once more to the Starlets title.
And if she didn’t get the hint then she is dumber than I thought.
Oh and everyone is on notice.
Wednesday 28th March 2012
Fresno, California.
Mimis café.
The scene opens up inside Mimis café, where we see Amy sitting alone by the window of the café, as she looks down her watch before shaking her head before returning her attention back to the large latte and muffin that sat in front of her.
Moments later, she sensed someone standing next to her and then made there presence known as they cleared their throat.
“Hello sister”
Amy looked up to see her sister, Trish Newborn “Hello Patricia” Amy said calmly and emotionless.
Trish then sits down at another table just away from Amy “So what do you want?” she asked as she looked at her watch as if she had to be somewhere.
“Can’t I invite my dearest sister for a coffee, while I’m in California?” Amy said snidely
Trish smirked before retorting back “What was wrong with the other 3 weeks?”
Amy chuckled a little before speaking once again “I was busy, and then I realised we were in San Diego but forgot to look you up.” Amy shrugs.
“Yet you visited Ander. Yeah I saw the promo.” Trish said back “I’m hurt” she said mockingly.
Amy shook her head “Like you really care.”
Trish just shrugs as she once again looks at her watch.
“I get the hint that you don’t want to be here. Anyway the reason I invited you was because I have a big match against Freya Kane and it’s no DQ and I just wanted to see you could train me for this one match?” Amy asked hesitantly.
“I’ll think about it” Trish said before getting up from the chair, before grabbing Amy’s muffin before walking out of the café.
“Bitch” Amy said as she watched Trish walk out of the care with her muffin, leaving Amy only with her latte and the wonder and hope that Trish will accept the one time offer of training with each other.
The scene soon fades out with Amy beckoning a waitress over and asking for a new blueberry muffin.
“Hey Freya **** you!
There, I feel better for that.
You see I do not care what you think about me – love me or loath me – I’m not here to be best friends with anyone – not you, not Rose and hell not even with Trish.
Also I don’t even give a **** about what you think of me, how I live, what I do, what I eat, my sleeping patterns etc… etc… because it’s my life and you’re never going to part of it – thank god.
Everyone lives their lives how they like; do you see me bitching about your mediocre life?
No…
Because quite frankly it’s boring…
As for my wrestling ability...
Hello…
I’ve been wrestling 3 or 4 years now…I am not exactly a veteran of the sport.
I am still learning – learning moves, my place, what I can and can’t do…
I’m sorry that I wasn’t born with a silver-wrestling spoon nor was trained by family members, so back the **** off and worry about your own **** and not mine.
And you know what…its better to mediocre than being an overrated smug hack…
I can improve and get better…
What can you do?
Nothing because as I said you are overrated with stupid your Kane name.
I bet you would come back and say that was unoriginal…
Again, does it look like I give a ****?
No, but I’m always asking people to be original.
Do you realise how stale things get when they constantly mocking you about your past life being in the porn industry, being called a whore, or go back to spreading your leg etc… etc…
Yet you go down that road as well… frankly that it no fun.
You are just recycling the same old **** the other dumb bitches in this place have been saying.
Yet you question my own originality…
Breaking Rose’s are is original to me – I could of just easily whacked her with chair over and over or piledrive her sorry ass into some steel steps – to me that is unoriginal.
But hey keep questioning what I do, say and the way I act because at the end of the day, when I walk into this match against you, I will not make the same mistake I did last time and that was take you lightly.
When I walk into this match, I am going to prove to you and the other doubters in this place and everywhere else that I am not a force to be reckoned with. I will walk out of Collision laying claim that I defeated a Kane.
Freya Kane.
A supposed former world champion…
Someone who used to be well respected…
Now nothing more than an overrated Kane, who has nothing better to do than act all high and mighty when in fact she is scum on the bottom of my ****ing converse high tops.
I will no longer sit back and just allow everyone to point and laugh at me.
I will show everyone that I am as hardcore as Alysson Gardner.
I will spill blood, I will break bones and I will be coming out on top.
And in the end Freya will be beaten, bloody and broken and all she would have left is her precious Dexter and the Kane name that will be forever cemented as nothing more than failure and embarrassment.
I am the Punk Princess
Know it! Say It! Fear It!
Sacramento, California
Power Balance Pavilion;
~*~*~*~*~*~* Inside the ring ~*~*~*~*~*~*
[/b][/color]{Amy wraps Rose’s arm in the chair and gets on the ring apron. Suddenly “Not Listening,” by Papa Roach plays on the loud speakers as Nathan heads to the ring ramp. Amy seeing Nathan, doesn’t seem to be phased giving him a salute mocking him before she jumps down onto the chair. Rose feeling the rush of pain lets out a wail and grabs her arm as Nathan races down the ramp to get to her. Amy seeing this books out of there through the crowd to loud boos from the crowd. The emergency personnel soon arrive as well as Kelly Knite to check up on her. Kelly seems perplexed as to what happened and looks at Nathan almost apologetically.}
~*~*~*~*~*~*Backstage~*~*~*~*~*~*
[/b][/color]As I arrived into the backstage area via a different entrance, people glared at me with disgust and disappointment as I just ignored them, as I just headed straight to my locker room without a care in the world.
However, as I got into my locker room, I rushed to the toilet where I threw up as the bravado and cockiness swiftly left me as the sound of breaking bones echoed in my head even with the crowd cheering/booing I still could hear it snap in the vice of the chair.
Yet, I still stand by my actions and words said and done to Rose Acantha.
As I threw up once more, I fail to hear the footsteps behind me, until I turn to grab a piece of tissue and see someone standing there.
“Like the view?” I said as I throw the bit of tissue into the toilet bowl.
"Quite," said a familiar voice. "A pretty ass like that shouldn't let the guard down like this."
I turn to see Alysson standing before me "hmmm, my best defence will be spewing on someone shoes." I joked as I pulled the handle before moving out of the cubicle "So...what do I owe this pleasure?"
The redhead snickered as she crossed her arms, her trademark bitchy smirk on her face. "Naw, just came to see a friend. Thought I'd pay the visit after the prime performance out there. I can tell an adrenaline rush when I see one."
"It felt good, but just hearing the bone snapping made my stomach turn. Does it get any easier?" I asked, as I moved over to the mini fridge to grab a bottle of water before sitting on the arm of the chair.
"It does if you stop caring." She leaned against the doorframe and chuckled, thinking aloud as if she meant to give me a tip. “Unless you're softening up now."
I thought for a moment "I've come too far to soften up." I said as let out a deep sigh "I just have to get used to the idea of ending someone's career"
"BAH!" Alysson almost laughed at me. "You didn't end her career, you just broke her arm. It's a danger of the sport. Look..." And then she showed me the back of her forearm, a big scar on the blindside of her arm that crossed from a little below her armpit almost till the elbow. "I once had my arm broken too and look where I've come since then.”
I trace my finger along her scar, as I took in what she said "Damn!" I then moved my hand away "I guess I have to take more drastic action next time. Like hell I’ll let her become Starlets champion."
Alysson looked at me after that with a funny face before breaking into laughter - an insane-ish, uncontrollable laughter that I hadn't known her for doing forever, since we first met 4 years ago. "Her? Starlets' Champion?! You've got to be ****ting me. No, seriously, you gotta be ****ting me. A stupid cookie dough like her isn't even APT to win a championship. Don't go breeding these retarded inane crap."
I raise my eyebrows a little at the outburst from Alysson “Hey anyone can win the Starlets title these days, look at our current champion – ****ing Ashlie.”
"Her days are numbered. She's at the top of my list. And believe me: if I have the chance..." She looks at me with that insane, vicious look I know of hers. "I ain't breaking only her arm."
I fold my arms “She is on top of everyone’s list, she has pissed a lot of people off. And I wouldn’t mind seeing that dumb blonde getting her just desserts.”
"You talk like you don't know me," she says. "There are people that make lists that aren't worth. And I've accomplished everything I sought for. The embarrassment of Christian Gardner, check. Win the Women's Championship in my own time, check. Return from injury in record time, check."
“Sorry” I said a little sheepishly, as I shifted uncomfortably on the arm of the chair as I take a sip of water. “Anyway lets hope we get shots soon, because I am going stir crazy not getting title shots.”
Alysson shrugs at me, waving it off. "These come with time. What you really have to worry about is if you're doing your job or not. If you're gonna fret about something, do it for about something that's worth your time."
I smile, as I took in the advice from Alysson. Which I knew I could trust, because she was a seasoned veteran of the wrestling industry and she knew what she was talking about. “I’m doing my damned best inside the ring and just not getting anywhere with the prissy cookie cutter scrubbers trampling over me to get to the top.” I said with a shrug. “The only thing I’m going to fret about is whether if Kelly is going to fine or suspend me.”
"Heh. Really? Kelly, fine or suspend you? It's like I said, girl. Danger of the sport. It can happen all the time. What you can do not to get your ass in trouble is play your innocent card." Aly shrugs and snickers. "If Rose didn't know she was getting in trouble when she entered the circuit, it's her fault, and hers only."
“True true” I said shaking my head in agreement. “Anyway, I need to change and get rid of the smell of rotting leech.” I said standing and stretching a little.
"Rotting leech? You're getting the hang of it, heheheh." she said, as I'm not sure if she got my point. "Anyway... Go ahead. Drink some water, take a shower, the good stuff. You know where to find me when you're done."
“Thanks” I said before leaning in and giving Alysson a hug a light kiss on the cheek.
"Take care of yourself, hot stuff, I don’t want my home girls tripping around” Alysson said as I brushed my hand through her beautiful red hair.
Alysson smiles before walking off, leaving me alone inside the locker room as I let out a long sigh. I then closed my eyes for a moment, as I replayed inside my head the moment I broke her arm and this time I felt no nausea just rage and hatred.
I opened my eyes and smiled, as I headed into the shower room to wash away the rotting leech and sweet smell of success as I thought about next week.
First off, a thank you goes to my tag partner this week.
Thanks Jimmy.
Secondly… to the most important business of what I did in that tag team match.
What I did was eradicate a pest from the division…I know it won’t be forever because bones unfortunately heal.
But that parasitic leech is out of my life for 4-6 weeks.
And you wanna know why I broke her arm?
Because I can…
It was all about power and making a statement, a statement that parasites like Rose can be replaced and not use me to get to the next level. I did it in front of Kelly Knite to show that I am a genuine threat once more to the Starlets title.
And if she didn’t get the hint then she is dumber than I thought.
Oh and everyone is on notice.
Wednesday 28th March 2012
Fresno, California.
Mimis café.
The scene opens up inside Mimis café, where we see Amy sitting alone by the window of the café, as she looks down her watch before shaking her head before returning her attention back to the large latte and muffin that sat in front of her.
Moments later, she sensed someone standing next to her and then made there presence known as they cleared their throat.
“Hello sister”
Amy looked up to see her sister, Trish Newborn “Hello Patricia” Amy said calmly and emotionless.
Trish then sits down at another table just away from Amy “So what do you want?” she asked as she looked at her watch as if she had to be somewhere.
“Can’t I invite my dearest sister for a coffee, while I’m in California?” Amy said snidely
Trish smirked before retorting back “What was wrong with the other 3 weeks?”
Amy chuckled a little before speaking once again “I was busy, and then I realised we were in San Diego but forgot to look you up.” Amy shrugs.
“Yet you visited Ander. Yeah I saw the promo.” Trish said back “I’m hurt” she said mockingly.
Amy shook her head “Like you really care.”
Trish just shrugs as she once again looks at her watch.
“I get the hint that you don’t want to be here. Anyway the reason I invited you was because I have a big match against Freya Kane and it’s no DQ and I just wanted to see you could train me for this one match?” Amy asked hesitantly.
“I’ll think about it” Trish said before getting up from the chair, before grabbing Amy’s muffin before walking out of the café.
“Bitch” Amy said as she watched Trish walk out of the care with her muffin, leaving Amy only with her latte and the wonder and hope that Trish will accept the one time offer of training with each other.
The scene soon fades out with Amy beckoning a waitress over and asking for a new blueberry muffin.
“Hey Freya **** you!
There, I feel better for that.
You see I do not care what you think about me – love me or loath me – I’m not here to be best friends with anyone – not you, not Rose and hell not even with Trish.
Also I don’t even give a **** about what you think of me, how I live, what I do, what I eat, my sleeping patterns etc… etc… because it’s my life and you’re never going to part of it – thank god.
Everyone lives their lives how they like; do you see me bitching about your mediocre life?
No…
Because quite frankly it’s boring…
As for my wrestling ability...
Hello…
I’ve been wrestling 3 or 4 years now…I am not exactly a veteran of the sport.
I am still learning – learning moves, my place, what I can and can’t do…
I’m sorry that I wasn’t born with a silver-wrestling spoon nor was trained by family members, so back the **** off and worry about your own **** and not mine.
And you know what…its better to mediocre than being an overrated smug hack…
I can improve and get better…
What can you do?
Nothing because as I said you are overrated with stupid your Kane name.
I bet you would come back and say that was unoriginal…
Again, does it look like I give a ****?
No, but I’m always asking people to be original.
Do you realise how stale things get when they constantly mocking you about your past life being in the porn industry, being called a whore, or go back to spreading your leg etc… etc…
Yet you go down that road as well… frankly that it no fun.
You are just recycling the same old **** the other dumb bitches in this place have been saying.
Yet you question my own originality…
Breaking Rose’s are is original to me – I could of just easily whacked her with chair over and over or piledrive her sorry ass into some steel steps – to me that is unoriginal.
But hey keep questioning what I do, say and the way I act because at the end of the day, when I walk into this match against you, I will not make the same mistake I did last time and that was take you lightly.
When I walk into this match, I am going to prove to you and the other doubters in this place and everywhere else that I am not a force to be reckoned with. I will walk out of Collision laying claim that I defeated a Kane.
Freya Kane.
A supposed former world champion…
Someone who used to be well respected…
Now nothing more than an overrated Kane, who has nothing better to do than act all high and mighty when in fact she is scum on the bottom of my ****ing converse high tops.
I will no longer sit back and just allow everyone to point and laugh at me.
I will show everyone that I am as hardcore as Alysson Gardner.
I will spill blood, I will break bones and I will be coming out on top.
And in the end Freya will be beaten, bloody and broken and all she would have left is her precious Dexter and the Kane name that will be forever cemented as nothing more than failure and embarrassment.
I am the Punk Princess
Know it! Say It! Fear It!