Post by Amy Marshall on Aug 13, 2011 4:00:10 GMT -6
Sunday August 7th 2011
Mullins Center
Amherst, Ma.
Entering the backstage area, shortly after I was eliminated from the Riot match, I was absolutely fuming as I grabbed a chair and I just wanted to hit everything and anything that came my way, with security spotting me pacing back and forth they came over and tried to calm me down.
“Roxxxie you need to calm down” said one security member.
However, I ignored the idiot as soon as I saw Alexis come through the curtain and stomped over to her as security rushed over and held me back and protected Alexis.
“What the hell?” Alexis said taken aback by security holding me and then she spotted the chair.
“Don’t worry this chair isn’t for you. Although I should batter your face with it.” I said as I let the chair hang by my side.
“What! You eliminated me first after you helped me.” Alexis said snapping back at me.
Rolling my eyes “Its nothing against you, but its every woman for herself in this match and you were just a casualty. I…” However, before I could finish my next word, Alexis interrupted.
“Pay back is a bitch” Alexis sneered at me before stomping off to her locker room leaving me with a bunch of security guards. Shaking my head, I just placed the chair that I was holding in front of the nearest TV screen and watched the rest of the riot match.
Although not too far away, the security guards watched from a distance but also kept an eye out in case any other trouble kicked off.
As for my anger, it had dissipated slightly, as some of it was directed towards Alexis, however, Alexis was doing what comes naturally in a riot match and obviously still trying to make a name for herself in NCW other than being the step sister to Trish and me.
After watching and waiting to see who the next person was to be eliminated from the riot match, I was pleased that she didn’t last too long in this match and as she entered through the curtain, I stood up and walked over to her.
“Hello Josie” I said as I gave her a smile.
“It’s a shame that you went out so early.” Josie said being nice and unaware what is about to happen.
“It was” I said as I grab the steel chair that I was sitting on and lead Josie away from the busy backstage area to somewhere with less people and much quieter.
“Where are you taking me?” Josie asked as she tried to free herself from my grip.
“Shut the hell up” I hissed at Josie as I pushed her against the wall. “I told you to watch your ****ing back.”
“You’re hurting me.” Josie says as she struggles.
“Good, because its going to get a whole lot worse” I said as I give Josie a light kiss on the lips before grabbing her hair and throwing her to floor, where I use the edge of the chair and jab it into her stomach.
Josie squeals out in pain as I jab the chair into her stomach once more. Dropping the chair, I grab Josie once more and set her in my sister’s own move – the Californian Kiss. Just as I hit the move onto the steel chair, a member of security comes around the corner and spots me standing over Josie’s body.
“Dammit!” The security guy rushes over and pushes me away, as he checks on Josie before raising his walkie talkie “I need help here, I’m down corridor 113B” I just smirk and while there was only one security guard around, I just walk away and even hiding for a brief moment as a few more security guards and EMT’s rush past.
Coming back out of the shadows, I return to my original position of where I was watching the Riot match and I was just in time to catch the final moments of the riot match, where I saw Alysson eliminate Ayla.
I was quite happy for Alysson to win the match, however, I was shocked at what happened next as Leonard Fox came out and announced Alysson as the new woman’s champion.
My anger came flooding back, but it was totally my fault that I had produced two terrible promos not even worthy enough to stay in the match for long enough.
Turning, I see Alysson step through the curtain, she looked in complete utter shock as various people walked over and congratulated her, including myself.
“Congratulations” I said as Alysson and I hugged her.
“Thanks” Alysson hugged back.
“I’m just glad that Ayla didn’t win, otherwise we would never hear the end of it.” I said as eyeing the gold.
“Yeah” Alysson said shrugging as Spike came up to her “I’ll see you around”
“Sure” I said as I gave Alysson and Spike a smile as they walked off.
Turning, I see security and EMT come back from where I had attacked Josie. I just smirk and quickly walk back to my locker room where I shower, pack my stuff and head back to the hotel instead of watching the rest of Collision.
Thursday August 11th 2011
Firstly congratulations go out to Alysson for being the new starlets champion. If I knew that winning this match would get me a title, I would of worked twice as hard as I did on my promo but obviously I ****ed up and was eliminated quite early.
Thankfully I didn’t have a shocking appearance like Mercedes Lewis, what the hell was that?!?
However, I am glad that Alysson won and Crystal because we would never hear the end of it along with her lovey dovey dribble and her constant Zelda ass kissing.
But Alysson, you now have to watch your back…stating the obvious I know but now that you have gold around your waist and we are overdue for our one on one singles match, I want a title shot.
I can hear people now, that I should wait for my turn and that I am at the back of the queue, but you know what **** you all.
However, for now that quest will be put to the back of my mind as Steph and I face off against Bitches with Attitude in the main event of Trauma.
So ok, trying to keep the name change a secret wasn’t my best idea but the idea in changing the name was Steph and not I and I support her ideas.
Ayla
Listen up bitch, you and Rayne think you are big and bad because you want to bully the roster because they don’t fit your ideology of a bad ass wrestler, well sorry to burst your silly little bubble but wrestlers come in all shape and sizes.
When I joined the wrestling community, it was because of some man and I thought it would be fun and would get me back into the spotlight, however, I have become more serious about it and I want to actually win.
Hell, I’ve won a title. What have you done apart from whinge and moan?
Nothing bitch!
What’s the betting Ayla, if you were attacked from behind with a chair and had to compete in a title match…would you be able to do it?
Probably not…you would cry like the little bitch that you are and lose the title match.
Yeah Yeah…I know that you got further than me in the Riot match and you almost beat Alysson.
Congratulations in getting that far but you’re still a ****ing loser.
While you were getting rid of so called Starlets, I was dealing with my own ****.
Oh hi Josie…how is that pretty little face?
You see Ayla this crusade you are on it getting old real quick, the stuff you are saying about the starlets, Steph and I is also getting boring and old.
No one cares any more, all the women in this division are standing up to you and you know what happens when victims of bullying start standing up for themselves…scum like you have nothing but old jokes and doing desperate things to keep your crusade going.
So what if I am ex porn star, so what if I wear very little when I am in the ring, so what if I haven’t paid my dues and so ****ing what if you have lame witty lines about SEX and POP.
Ayla, you are nothing more than a robot.
A robot that follows Rayne’s instructions and spews the same old **** day in and day out.
**** you Ayla!
Love Roxxxie!
Rayne
The brainchild of this crusade.
Ha ha
I called you a brainchild.
Sorry you don’t have brain cells, must be the dementia.
Like Ayla, it’s the same **** over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Frankly I am getting bored of it and I think every other woman in the division probably feels the same.
Bitches with Attitude…
Should be renamed Bitches with very little clue in what’s about to happen to them.
Steph and I, according to you are jokes of the entire division but these jokes will prove that drama queen Ayla and a 40 Year Old has been Rayne have nothing more than cheap talk that bores the living **** out of me.
It must been all those dementia and HRT tablets that you are taking scrambling your brain – I’m surprised you even know what day it is.
Next you will be thinking that you are tag team champions.
Hell I’m surprised that Leonard allowed you inside the ring, I’m sure there can be lawsuits for breaking a hip.
Yeah I got old people jokes.
But that is going to get you even madder and produce a few hot flashes.
Ok, I promise not more old jokes.
But one thing I will promise is that Princesses of Pain will take down Bitches with Attitude and prove that someone like Steph and me do deserve to be here and that scummy bullies like you have no place here or even in wrestling.
Unfortunately I have no lame saying or finisher.
So Rayne and Ayla.
Kiss my ass bitches.
Mullins Center
Amherst, Ma.
Entering the backstage area, shortly after I was eliminated from the Riot match, I was absolutely fuming as I grabbed a chair and I just wanted to hit everything and anything that came my way, with security spotting me pacing back and forth they came over and tried to calm me down.
“Roxxxie you need to calm down” said one security member.
However, I ignored the idiot as soon as I saw Alexis come through the curtain and stomped over to her as security rushed over and held me back and protected Alexis.
“What the hell?” Alexis said taken aback by security holding me and then she spotted the chair.
“Don’t worry this chair isn’t for you. Although I should batter your face with it.” I said as I let the chair hang by my side.
“What! You eliminated me first after you helped me.” Alexis said snapping back at me.
Rolling my eyes “Its nothing against you, but its every woman for herself in this match and you were just a casualty. I…” However, before I could finish my next word, Alexis interrupted.
“Pay back is a bitch” Alexis sneered at me before stomping off to her locker room leaving me with a bunch of security guards. Shaking my head, I just placed the chair that I was holding in front of the nearest TV screen and watched the rest of the riot match.
Although not too far away, the security guards watched from a distance but also kept an eye out in case any other trouble kicked off.
As for my anger, it had dissipated slightly, as some of it was directed towards Alexis, however, Alexis was doing what comes naturally in a riot match and obviously still trying to make a name for herself in NCW other than being the step sister to Trish and me.
After watching and waiting to see who the next person was to be eliminated from the riot match, I was pleased that she didn’t last too long in this match and as she entered through the curtain, I stood up and walked over to her.
“Hello Josie” I said as I gave her a smile.
“It’s a shame that you went out so early.” Josie said being nice and unaware what is about to happen.
“It was” I said as I grab the steel chair that I was sitting on and lead Josie away from the busy backstage area to somewhere with less people and much quieter.
“Where are you taking me?” Josie asked as she tried to free herself from my grip.
“Shut the hell up” I hissed at Josie as I pushed her against the wall. “I told you to watch your ****ing back.”
“You’re hurting me.” Josie says as she struggles.
“Good, because its going to get a whole lot worse” I said as I give Josie a light kiss on the lips before grabbing her hair and throwing her to floor, where I use the edge of the chair and jab it into her stomach.
Josie squeals out in pain as I jab the chair into her stomach once more. Dropping the chair, I grab Josie once more and set her in my sister’s own move – the Californian Kiss. Just as I hit the move onto the steel chair, a member of security comes around the corner and spots me standing over Josie’s body.
“Dammit!” The security guy rushes over and pushes me away, as he checks on Josie before raising his walkie talkie “I need help here, I’m down corridor 113B” I just smirk and while there was only one security guard around, I just walk away and even hiding for a brief moment as a few more security guards and EMT’s rush past.
Coming back out of the shadows, I return to my original position of where I was watching the Riot match and I was just in time to catch the final moments of the riot match, where I saw Alysson eliminate Ayla.
I was quite happy for Alysson to win the match, however, I was shocked at what happened next as Leonard Fox came out and announced Alysson as the new woman’s champion.
My anger came flooding back, but it was totally my fault that I had produced two terrible promos not even worthy enough to stay in the match for long enough.
Turning, I see Alysson step through the curtain, she looked in complete utter shock as various people walked over and congratulated her, including myself.
“Congratulations” I said as Alysson and I hugged her.
“Thanks” Alysson hugged back.
“I’m just glad that Ayla didn’t win, otherwise we would never hear the end of it.” I said as eyeing the gold.
“Yeah” Alysson said shrugging as Spike came up to her “I’ll see you around”
“Sure” I said as I gave Alysson and Spike a smile as they walked off.
Turning, I see security and EMT come back from where I had attacked Josie. I just smirk and quickly walk back to my locker room where I shower, pack my stuff and head back to the hotel instead of watching the rest of Collision.
Thursday August 11th 2011
Firstly congratulations go out to Alysson for being the new starlets champion. If I knew that winning this match would get me a title, I would of worked twice as hard as I did on my promo but obviously I ****ed up and was eliminated quite early.
Thankfully I didn’t have a shocking appearance like Mercedes Lewis, what the hell was that?!?
However, I am glad that Alysson won and Crystal because we would never hear the end of it along with her lovey dovey dribble and her constant Zelda ass kissing.
But Alysson, you now have to watch your back…stating the obvious I know but now that you have gold around your waist and we are overdue for our one on one singles match, I want a title shot.
I can hear people now, that I should wait for my turn and that I am at the back of the queue, but you know what **** you all.
However, for now that quest will be put to the back of my mind as Steph and I face off against Bitches with Attitude in the main event of Trauma.
So ok, trying to keep the name change a secret wasn’t my best idea but the idea in changing the name was Steph and not I and I support her ideas.
Ayla
Listen up bitch, you and Rayne think you are big and bad because you want to bully the roster because they don’t fit your ideology of a bad ass wrestler, well sorry to burst your silly little bubble but wrestlers come in all shape and sizes.
When I joined the wrestling community, it was because of some man and I thought it would be fun and would get me back into the spotlight, however, I have become more serious about it and I want to actually win.
Hell, I’ve won a title. What have you done apart from whinge and moan?
Nothing bitch!
What’s the betting Ayla, if you were attacked from behind with a chair and had to compete in a title match…would you be able to do it?
Probably not…you would cry like the little bitch that you are and lose the title match.
Yeah Yeah…I know that you got further than me in the Riot match and you almost beat Alysson.
Congratulations in getting that far but you’re still a ****ing loser.
While you were getting rid of so called Starlets, I was dealing with my own ****.
Oh hi Josie…how is that pretty little face?
You see Ayla this crusade you are on it getting old real quick, the stuff you are saying about the starlets, Steph and I is also getting boring and old.
No one cares any more, all the women in this division are standing up to you and you know what happens when victims of bullying start standing up for themselves…scum like you have nothing but old jokes and doing desperate things to keep your crusade going.
So what if I am ex porn star, so what if I wear very little when I am in the ring, so what if I haven’t paid my dues and so ****ing what if you have lame witty lines about SEX and POP.
Ayla, you are nothing more than a robot.
A robot that follows Rayne’s instructions and spews the same old **** day in and day out.
**** you Ayla!
Love Roxxxie!
Rayne
The brainchild of this crusade.
Ha ha
I called you a brainchild.
Sorry you don’t have brain cells, must be the dementia.
Like Ayla, it’s the same **** over and over and over and over and over and over again.
Frankly I am getting bored of it and I think every other woman in the division probably feels the same.
Bitches with Attitude…
Should be renamed Bitches with very little clue in what’s about to happen to them.
Steph and I, according to you are jokes of the entire division but these jokes will prove that drama queen Ayla and a 40 Year Old has been Rayne have nothing more than cheap talk that bores the living **** out of me.
It must been all those dementia and HRT tablets that you are taking scrambling your brain – I’m surprised you even know what day it is.
Next you will be thinking that you are tag team champions.
Hell I’m surprised that Leonard allowed you inside the ring, I’m sure there can be lawsuits for breaking a hip.
Yeah I got old people jokes.
But that is going to get you even madder and produce a few hot flashes.
Ok, I promise not more old jokes.
But one thing I will promise is that Princesses of Pain will take down Bitches with Attitude and prove that someone like Steph and me do deserve to be here and that scummy bullies like you have no place here or even in wrestling.
Unfortunately I have no lame saying or finisher.
So Rayne and Ayla.
Kiss my ass bitches.