Post by Amy Marshall on Jun 15, 2011 7:37:14 GMT -6
Sunday, 13th June 2011
Manchester Evening News Arena
Manchester, England
{Shortly after BurningMan vs. SEX}
Just after the match between BurningMan and SEX, where BurningMan picking up there first win against SEX, we see Stephanie and Roxxxie return from the squared circle with Stephanie holding the back of her head after Josie hit her Phoenix Kick, while Roxxxie held her neck from the match.
With EMT’s always waiting backstage, Roxxxie and Stephanie grabbed a couple of ice packs before returning back to the locker room to recover.
”I’m sorry with what happened out there.” Stephanie said as she sat back on the couch.
”That’s ok, we are still a new team. BurningMan will probably be facing Ethereal Rave next week and lose. We have one win and one loss, so it isn’t too bad.” Roxxxie said with a smile knowing that every tag team have their ups and downs.
”I’m glad you understand and not shouting and screaming at me” Stephanie said shrugging her shoulders.
”Shouting and screaming doesn’t really work, unless it was a major **** up. But since it wasn’t a major one, lets forget about tonight and just enjoy our selves in town” Roxxxie said as she brushes some hair from Stephanie’s face.
Stephanie smiled as she gave Roxxxie a kiss on the cheek ”Thanks. I’m going for a shower.”
Stephanie stands up as she throws the ice pack into the bin ”Can I join you?” Roxxxie smiled as Stephanie ignored the comment as she closed the door behind her leaving Roxxxie alone.
Congratulations BurningMan, you managed to do something that SEX did last week and win, however, I don’t speak for Stephanie here but I think we never took you lightly. But by the looks of it Joe Everyman’s half sister has potential, Ashlie keeping working on her and she will be a bigger star than you.
And speaking of sweet little Josie, I can’t believe it took a pink block eraser to your empty head to give you some balls. Honey, I don’t give a **** about Joe and why would I waste time researching him when I have a match against you and Ashlie.
Oh and regarding Steve, I wouldn’t touch him not after Crystal has put her skanky bargain bin body on and around him…hell you have gotten further than me with Steve.
Josie if I ever get to face you one on one inside the ring, you better be prepared for a rough ride, because this bitch will show that your nothing more than empty headed bimbo EMF reject and a poor excuse for a Everyman.[/I]
Monday, 13th June 2011
Hilton Hotel.
Sheffield, England.
Time: 11am
The scene opens up in the hotel room of Roxxxie’s at the Hilton Hotel, where we see Roxxxie entering the room after a long training session in the gym and a soak in the sauna. Wearing only a robe, Roxxxie puts her gym back down next to the chest of draws.
Turning the TV on, she punched in the number for the Kerrang music channel, where coincidently the remix of “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps was playing, which made Roxxxie chuckle a little, however, she did notice that Trish didn’t send any cryptic messages this week.
If she had been around the arena in Manchester, Roxxxie would of found her and find out what her problem was and get things off her own chest. However, there would be perhaps a slight chance that she might be at Collision as the Starlets World title is on the line and being defended by everyone’s least favourite EMF member; Crystal Hilton.
No doubt Trish will be sniffing around… so much for the mystery starlet.
Sitting down on the end of the bed for a moment, she grabbed her cell phone as she searched for Trish’s cell number trying to remember the date she called her etc… Finding the number as it was the only one that rang her that day, she dialled the number.
“Hello” came a familiar voice.
“Hello Trish, its Roxxxie”
Silence could be heard for a brief moment “What do you want?”
“To talk about your stupid cryptic messages in person.” Roxxxie said, though it was a slight lie because she wanted to talk about something else.
”And we can’t do this over the phone because?” Trish said with sarcasm in her voice.
”Because what I want to say, I want to tell you face to face.”
”Seriously, I don’t have time for this ****.” Trish said impatiently.
”But you have time to try and mess with my head with these stupid cryptic messages.” Roxxxie said sarcastically back.
”Alright, I’ll meet you Wednesday afternoon at 3pm at the arena.” Trish said, caving slightly.
”Thanks”
Roxxxie hangs up her cell phone before Trish could say anything. Roxxxie lay back on the bed as she thought about the possible things she could say and do to Trish but the only thing that dominated her mind was what she had found out several weeks ago.
Sitting back up, Roxxxie turned the volume up on the TV, as she head into the bathroom to shower as she wanted to spend the rest of the day checking out the city of Sheffield.
”Trauma once again, 3 weeks in a row being stuck on a dead end show and this week I am facing Shelly Taylor-Jones, the wife of the National Champion, Alex Jones.
Hey Shelly, how many times you been called that?
It’s going to be hard getting out of Alex’s shadow since he is the most successful Jones in the fed right now.
Unfortunately I won’t call you that; instead I am going to praise you for having a good debut thus far beating Josie and Zenna. Alex and everyone else must have trained you well, but when you get inside the ring with me that will all go out of the window.
I will show everyone that you are nothing more than a trophy wife.
And I am beneath you, listen to me bitch, keeping talking like that and you will find yourself permanently in Alex’s shadow as his valet as I put you on the injured list. And IF you get past me, there are far better girls in this fed that you think are beneath you like Alysson, Crystal, Trish, Kat but these bitches will eat you alive.
And this little gimmick of being a strong style wrestler, who do you think you are? Porky Roberts.
Bitch you better be ready, because I show that you are nothing more than a flash in the pan.
Manchester Evening News Arena
Manchester, England
{Shortly after BurningMan vs. SEX}
Just after the match between BurningMan and SEX, where BurningMan picking up there first win against SEX, we see Stephanie and Roxxxie return from the squared circle with Stephanie holding the back of her head after Josie hit her Phoenix Kick, while Roxxxie held her neck from the match.
With EMT’s always waiting backstage, Roxxxie and Stephanie grabbed a couple of ice packs before returning back to the locker room to recover.
”I’m sorry with what happened out there.” Stephanie said as she sat back on the couch.
”That’s ok, we are still a new team. BurningMan will probably be facing Ethereal Rave next week and lose. We have one win and one loss, so it isn’t too bad.” Roxxxie said with a smile knowing that every tag team have their ups and downs.
”I’m glad you understand and not shouting and screaming at me” Stephanie said shrugging her shoulders.
”Shouting and screaming doesn’t really work, unless it was a major **** up. But since it wasn’t a major one, lets forget about tonight and just enjoy our selves in town” Roxxxie said as she brushes some hair from Stephanie’s face.
Stephanie smiled as she gave Roxxxie a kiss on the cheek ”Thanks. I’m going for a shower.”
Stephanie stands up as she throws the ice pack into the bin ”Can I join you?” Roxxxie smiled as Stephanie ignored the comment as she closed the door behind her leaving Roxxxie alone.
Congratulations BurningMan, you managed to do something that SEX did last week and win, however, I don’t speak for Stephanie here but I think we never took you lightly. But by the looks of it Joe Everyman’s half sister has potential, Ashlie keeping working on her and she will be a bigger star than you.
And speaking of sweet little Josie, I can’t believe it took a pink block eraser to your empty head to give you some balls. Honey, I don’t give a **** about Joe and why would I waste time researching him when I have a match against you and Ashlie.
Oh and regarding Steve, I wouldn’t touch him not after Crystal has put her skanky bargain bin body on and around him…hell you have gotten further than me with Steve.
Josie if I ever get to face you one on one inside the ring, you better be prepared for a rough ride, because this bitch will show that your nothing more than empty headed bimbo EMF reject and a poor excuse for a Everyman.[/I]
Monday, 13th June 2011
Hilton Hotel.
Sheffield, England.
Time: 11am
The scene opens up in the hotel room of Roxxxie’s at the Hilton Hotel, where we see Roxxxie entering the room after a long training session in the gym and a soak in the sauna. Wearing only a robe, Roxxxie puts her gym back down next to the chest of draws.
Turning the TV on, she punched in the number for the Kerrang music channel, where coincidently the remix of “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps was playing, which made Roxxxie chuckle a little, however, she did notice that Trish didn’t send any cryptic messages this week.
If she had been around the arena in Manchester, Roxxxie would of found her and find out what her problem was and get things off her own chest. However, there would be perhaps a slight chance that she might be at Collision as the Starlets World title is on the line and being defended by everyone’s least favourite EMF member; Crystal Hilton.
No doubt Trish will be sniffing around… so much for the mystery starlet.
Sitting down on the end of the bed for a moment, she grabbed her cell phone as she searched for Trish’s cell number trying to remember the date she called her etc… Finding the number as it was the only one that rang her that day, she dialled the number.
“Hello” came a familiar voice.
“Hello Trish, its Roxxxie”
Silence could be heard for a brief moment “What do you want?”
“To talk about your stupid cryptic messages in person.” Roxxxie said, though it was a slight lie because she wanted to talk about something else.
”And we can’t do this over the phone because?” Trish said with sarcasm in her voice.
”Because what I want to say, I want to tell you face to face.”
”Seriously, I don’t have time for this ****.” Trish said impatiently.
”But you have time to try and mess with my head with these stupid cryptic messages.” Roxxxie said sarcastically back.
”Alright, I’ll meet you Wednesday afternoon at 3pm at the arena.” Trish said, caving slightly.
”Thanks”
Roxxxie hangs up her cell phone before Trish could say anything. Roxxxie lay back on the bed as she thought about the possible things she could say and do to Trish but the only thing that dominated her mind was what she had found out several weeks ago.
Sitting back up, Roxxxie turned the volume up on the TV, as she head into the bathroom to shower as she wanted to spend the rest of the day checking out the city of Sheffield.
”Trauma once again, 3 weeks in a row being stuck on a dead end show and this week I am facing Shelly Taylor-Jones, the wife of the National Champion, Alex Jones.
Hey Shelly, how many times you been called that?
It’s going to be hard getting out of Alex’s shadow since he is the most successful Jones in the fed right now.
Unfortunately I won’t call you that; instead I am going to praise you for having a good debut thus far beating Josie and Zenna. Alex and everyone else must have trained you well, but when you get inside the ring with me that will all go out of the window.
I will show everyone that you are nothing more than a trophy wife.
And I am beneath you, listen to me bitch, keeping talking like that and you will find yourself permanently in Alex’s shadow as his valet as I put you on the injured list. And IF you get past me, there are far better girls in this fed that you think are beneath you like Alysson, Crystal, Trish, Kat but these bitches will eat you alive.
And this little gimmick of being a strong style wrestler, who do you think you are? Porky Roberts.
Bitch you better be ready, because I show that you are nothing more than a flash in the pan.