Post by Amy Marshall on Nov 9, 2011 17:27:01 GMT -6
(OOC: I started this rp when I was angry at the result of the tag match, but I decided to keep it and work from it.)
TWO WEEKS EARLIER [/u]
Sunday October 30th, 2011
Georgia Dome; Atlanta, Georgia
As the ref raised Bitches With Attitude’s arms as they successfully defended their tag titles against Princesses of Pain, Amy slapped the mat in frustration and anger as Stephanie rolls herself out of the ring after being pinned.
Amy shook her head, as she head around the ring towards Stephanie, where she grabs her and helps her up before retreating back up the ramp as they ignored the celebrations inside the ring.
She said nothing to Stephanie as they returned backstage, where Chad greeted them by shoving his mic in front of Amy.
“I am sorry about this Amy, but can I get any words from you regarding what happened out there?”
I brush a single piece of hair from face as I just exploded.
Go ahead you stupid bitches, ****ing gloat. Brag about how you were so much better than us; tell us that we weren’t good enough to beat Bitches with Attitude…tell us that we are poor excuse for wrestlers and we are still starlets.
Go ahead tell me, that I should go back to porn or peddle my wears on some skanky street corner.
But you know what, I DON’T GIVE A ****.
Both of you can go **** yourselves because I don’t care any more.
**** you and **** the tag team division and **** everyone else…
I then barge past Chad, as I ignore Steph and her calls, as I head down the corridor and into the locker room shared with Ander.
“You ok?” Ander asked as he placed his newly won Honor title down on the table.
However, I just ignored him and began to pack my stuff up as fast as I could. I didn’t care if I showered or not and didn’t care if I left the arena still wearing my ring gear. Ander places a hand on my shoulder “Just back off Ander” I said with anger in my voice.
“Its ok babe. Everyone has bad days.” Ander said trying cheer me up as the best as he can.
“Bad days! More like a complete and utter **** up.” I said as I stopped what I am doing and sat down on the floor.
Ander gets down to his knees and pulls me close to him, as a flood of tears start to fall from my face as I couldn’t keep it all in.
“It’s ok” Ander said as he gently caressed the back of my head. Although the anger was still flowing through my veins, I just wanted to forget the match and move on.
Moving away from Ander, I kiss him hard and lustfully – this was my way to remove my anger and frustration other than getting hammered and high as a kite. As I pulled at his clothing, he then stopped me.
“This is not the place to do this and you are not in the right frame of mind” Ander said.
I just glare at Ander “I am angry at the result of the match and nothing else” I then turn and pack the rest of my stuff up before grabbing my bag and Ander – who in turn grabbed his newly won Honor title.
“Where are we going?” Ander asked as I dragged him towards the locker room door.
“Hotel. And I need to vent my frustrations and maybe celebrate your win” I said as I wiped my tears from my face as I continued dragging Ander away from the locker room and down the corridor.
That evening, Ander and I celebrated his title win with lots of alcohol but also vented a little at what happened in the tag team title match. And for a few moments I did forget but I knew that I had to move on and focus on the future.
8th November 2011
Columbus, Ohio
With last week off, I was glad that I didn’t have to face off against anyone, as I wasn’t in the best of moods after the dismal display by PoP. After taking my frustrations off on gym equipment and some angry sex, the anger subsided and after watching my comments shortly after the defeat – I felt that I had went slightly overboard although with adrenaline flowing through my veins and failing to win any gold most would feel the same way and almost say the same things.
Although Ander did try to calm me down after I exploded in front of Chad, his camera, Stephanie and the fans – it wasn’t until later that evening back at the hotel where Ander and I ****ed that some of the anger subsided.
Now a week on, with only a brief TV appearance, where I cheered on Ander in his match against JackHammer, I felt somewhat refreshed, less angry and more happy and ready to face whoever I am given.
With only a two-hour drive from Charleston to Columbus, it would be an easy Monday morning as I drove Ander and myself to Columbus for Trauma and Collision. Arriving in the city, we headed straight to the hotel to unpack and where Ander then wanted to head to the gym, while I opted to go to the arena to check out the card for Ander and I.
Taking the short car journey from the hotel to the arena, I took in the rather crappy views of Columbus before arriving at the arena, where I parked my Ferrari as close to the entrance as possible to avoid any fans and just sheer laziness.
Stepping out of the car, I head towards the arena and I found that outside of the arena was pretty much dead except for the security guards, shrugging I just continue my way into the arena, signing the visitors book before heading to the events board.
Reaching the events board, I spotted the Trauma and Collisions cards and then spotted my match.
Pie Eating v. Hot Dog Eating Contest
Freakke v. Bukkake Man
Mohammad v. Disdonn
Non-Title Match
Amy Marshall v. Kelly Knite
The Ace v. Mike Lazlo
Bob Grenier v. Jimmy Zane
Main Event
Tables Match
Angel vs Spike Kane [/center]
“Interesting” I said as I spotted my match.
Perhaps for the first time in months that I get a shot at the world champion in singles competition but in a non-title capacity. Although I had previous gone against champions in tag team matches.
This was perhaps my chance to show that I can get back into the world title scene, and if I can do that by defeating Kelly Knite then that would be awesome.
However, I have to contend with the number one contender Kathleen Conway but also Shelly who would be looking for her rematch from Road to the Gold.
“Hi Amy” came a voice from behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. As I turned I saw Roberto Verona standing alone without his manager, Hannah, in sight.
“Sorry Roberto, was I blocking your view of the card?” I said as I shuffled aside, allowing Roberto to view the card.
“No you are fine” Roberto said smiling at me.
I smiled back as I leant against the wall as looked at Roberto and his smart suit that sat well on his 6’2 frame.
“Don’t you have Hannah to check the card for you?” I questioned.
“I do, but I needed some space and thought I might come down here and check out the card. I notice you have a match against Kelly Knite.” Roberto said directing his gaze to the Trauma card.
“I do. And I’ve realised that not since ANTR – that I haven’t had a title shot or even faced off against a current champion in singles competition. So facing Kelly is a god send.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Can you do me a favour?” Roberto asked
“What’s that?” I asked as I frowned a little.
A smirk formed across Roberto’s lips “With poppa Fox lying in a coma, make sure Kelly sends my regards.”
I just cock my head - a little perturbed by what came out of Roberto’s mouth “Ok.” I said unsure what else I could say at that point.
“Hmm a tag match with Gjenrei against Trent and Ricky. Should be interesting.” Roberto said with a straight face. “See you around” Roberto then said before walking off.
“Yeah” I said as I watched Roberto disappear off down the corridor, leaving me alone with just the camera and security guards. I then began to wonder if he had anything to do with Leonard Fox’s attack or maybe he wouldn’t go that far and is just pleased that Leonard got what was coming to him.
I then turned and headed to find a good locker room for Ander and I to share, although we were on separate shows.
“Firstly I must congratulate you, Kelly, in winning the woman’s title off the biggest bitch in this company.
Secondly, you barely had to work for it.
There were no roadblocks and no decent competition.
But you know what, if I was in that tournament then you would have had decent competition and I would have stopped you from winning the woman’s title and right now I would be woman’s champion.
But unfortunately I was stuck in a tag team title match with only one possible outcome.
I know that we have met once previously in a tag team match, where you and your husband partnered myself and Senior Xtremo and we were the victors on that night.
That was one of my great runs of form, which led me to winning the Woman’s title off my sister.
However, since then my career hasn’t been the same.
Anyway, I’m kind of glad that I have a match against the world champion even though it’s a non-title match and as I stated Roberto – the last time I was in a world title/tag team title match was at ANTR.
But this also gives me a chance to show that if I defeat you then I am ready to become champion once more.
Yes I already know that I have to wait in line behind Kathleen - who is the number one contender and Shelly Taylor-Jones who would no doubt want a rematch.
I can do that – but if I’m shoved behind the likes of Mandi, Ashlie and Josie – then I will have to do something that I’ve never done before.
And that is sucking on your father’s shrivelled old limp penis and shake my ass at most of the backroom staff.
And before everyone jokes that I’ve already done that… kiss my tattooed ass bitches.
Kelly – be prepared Saturday night.
Because I will take no prisoners and I will ensure that you will be sharing a bed next to your precious father in the Coma ward.
I am the Punk Princess!
Know It! Say It! Fear It!
TWO WEEKS EARLIER [/u]
Sunday October 30th, 2011
Georgia Dome; Atlanta, Georgia
As the ref raised Bitches With Attitude’s arms as they successfully defended their tag titles against Princesses of Pain, Amy slapped the mat in frustration and anger as Stephanie rolls herself out of the ring after being pinned.
Amy shook her head, as she head around the ring towards Stephanie, where she grabs her and helps her up before retreating back up the ramp as they ignored the celebrations inside the ring.
She said nothing to Stephanie as they returned backstage, where Chad greeted them by shoving his mic in front of Amy.
“I am sorry about this Amy, but can I get any words from you regarding what happened out there?”
I brush a single piece of hair from face as I just exploded.
Go ahead you stupid bitches, ****ing gloat. Brag about how you were so much better than us; tell us that we weren’t good enough to beat Bitches with Attitude…tell us that we are poor excuse for wrestlers and we are still starlets.
Go ahead tell me, that I should go back to porn or peddle my wears on some skanky street corner.
But you know what, I DON’T GIVE A ****.
Both of you can go **** yourselves because I don’t care any more.
**** you and **** the tag team division and **** everyone else…
I then barge past Chad, as I ignore Steph and her calls, as I head down the corridor and into the locker room shared with Ander.
“You ok?” Ander asked as he placed his newly won Honor title down on the table.
However, I just ignored him and began to pack my stuff up as fast as I could. I didn’t care if I showered or not and didn’t care if I left the arena still wearing my ring gear. Ander places a hand on my shoulder “Just back off Ander” I said with anger in my voice.
“Its ok babe. Everyone has bad days.” Ander said trying cheer me up as the best as he can.
“Bad days! More like a complete and utter **** up.” I said as I stopped what I am doing and sat down on the floor.
Ander gets down to his knees and pulls me close to him, as a flood of tears start to fall from my face as I couldn’t keep it all in.
“It’s ok” Ander said as he gently caressed the back of my head. Although the anger was still flowing through my veins, I just wanted to forget the match and move on.
Moving away from Ander, I kiss him hard and lustfully – this was my way to remove my anger and frustration other than getting hammered and high as a kite. As I pulled at his clothing, he then stopped me.
“This is not the place to do this and you are not in the right frame of mind” Ander said.
I just glare at Ander “I am angry at the result of the match and nothing else” I then turn and pack the rest of my stuff up before grabbing my bag and Ander – who in turn grabbed his newly won Honor title.
“Where are we going?” Ander asked as I dragged him towards the locker room door.
“Hotel. And I need to vent my frustrations and maybe celebrate your win” I said as I wiped my tears from my face as I continued dragging Ander away from the locker room and down the corridor.
That evening, Ander and I celebrated his title win with lots of alcohol but also vented a little at what happened in the tag team title match. And for a few moments I did forget but I knew that I had to move on and focus on the future.
8th November 2011
Columbus, Ohio
With last week off, I was glad that I didn’t have to face off against anyone, as I wasn’t in the best of moods after the dismal display by PoP. After taking my frustrations off on gym equipment and some angry sex, the anger subsided and after watching my comments shortly after the defeat – I felt that I had went slightly overboard although with adrenaline flowing through my veins and failing to win any gold most would feel the same way and almost say the same things.
Although Ander did try to calm me down after I exploded in front of Chad, his camera, Stephanie and the fans – it wasn’t until later that evening back at the hotel where Ander and I ****ed that some of the anger subsided.
Now a week on, with only a brief TV appearance, where I cheered on Ander in his match against JackHammer, I felt somewhat refreshed, less angry and more happy and ready to face whoever I am given.
With only a two-hour drive from Charleston to Columbus, it would be an easy Monday morning as I drove Ander and myself to Columbus for Trauma and Collision. Arriving in the city, we headed straight to the hotel to unpack and where Ander then wanted to head to the gym, while I opted to go to the arena to check out the card for Ander and I.
Taking the short car journey from the hotel to the arena, I took in the rather crappy views of Columbus before arriving at the arena, where I parked my Ferrari as close to the entrance as possible to avoid any fans and just sheer laziness.
Stepping out of the car, I head towards the arena and I found that outside of the arena was pretty much dead except for the security guards, shrugging I just continue my way into the arena, signing the visitors book before heading to the events board.
Reaching the events board, I spotted the Trauma and Collisions cards and then spotted my match.
Trauma
[/u][/color]Pie Eating v. Hot Dog Eating Contest
Freakke v. Bukkake Man
Mohammad v. Disdonn
Non-Title Match
Amy Marshall v. Kelly Knite
The Ace v. Mike Lazlo
Bob Grenier v. Jimmy Zane
Main Event
Tables Match
Angel vs Spike Kane [/center]
“Interesting” I said as I spotted my match.
Perhaps for the first time in months that I get a shot at the world champion in singles competition but in a non-title capacity. Although I had previous gone against champions in tag team matches.
This was perhaps my chance to show that I can get back into the world title scene, and if I can do that by defeating Kelly Knite then that would be awesome.
However, I have to contend with the number one contender Kathleen Conway but also Shelly who would be looking for her rematch from Road to the Gold.
“Hi Amy” came a voice from behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. As I turned I saw Roberto Verona standing alone without his manager, Hannah, in sight.
“Sorry Roberto, was I blocking your view of the card?” I said as I shuffled aside, allowing Roberto to view the card.
“No you are fine” Roberto said smiling at me.
I smiled back as I leant against the wall as looked at Roberto and his smart suit that sat well on his 6’2 frame.
“Don’t you have Hannah to check the card for you?” I questioned.
“I do, but I needed some space and thought I might come down here and check out the card. I notice you have a match against Kelly Knite.” Roberto said directing his gaze to the Trauma card.
“I do. And I’ve realised that not since ANTR – that I haven’t had a title shot or even faced off against a current champion in singles competition. So facing Kelly is a god send.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Can you do me a favour?” Roberto asked
“What’s that?” I asked as I frowned a little.
A smirk formed across Roberto’s lips “With poppa Fox lying in a coma, make sure Kelly sends my regards.”
I just cock my head - a little perturbed by what came out of Roberto’s mouth “Ok.” I said unsure what else I could say at that point.
“Hmm a tag match with Gjenrei against Trent and Ricky. Should be interesting.” Roberto said with a straight face. “See you around” Roberto then said before walking off.
“Yeah” I said as I watched Roberto disappear off down the corridor, leaving me alone with just the camera and security guards. I then began to wonder if he had anything to do with Leonard Fox’s attack or maybe he wouldn’t go that far and is just pleased that Leonard got what was coming to him.
I then turned and headed to find a good locker room for Ander and I to share, although we were on separate shows.
“Firstly I must congratulate you, Kelly, in winning the woman’s title off the biggest bitch in this company.
Secondly, you barely had to work for it.
There were no roadblocks and no decent competition.
But you know what, if I was in that tournament then you would have had decent competition and I would have stopped you from winning the woman’s title and right now I would be woman’s champion.
But unfortunately I was stuck in a tag team title match with only one possible outcome.
I know that we have met once previously in a tag team match, where you and your husband partnered myself and Senior Xtremo and we were the victors on that night.
That was one of my great runs of form, which led me to winning the Woman’s title off my sister.
However, since then my career hasn’t been the same.
Anyway, I’m kind of glad that I have a match against the world champion even though it’s a non-title match and as I stated Roberto – the last time I was in a world title/tag team title match was at ANTR.
But this also gives me a chance to show that if I defeat you then I am ready to become champion once more.
Yes I already know that I have to wait in line behind Kathleen - who is the number one contender and Shelly Taylor-Jones who would no doubt want a rematch.
I can do that – but if I’m shoved behind the likes of Mandi, Ashlie and Josie – then I will have to do something that I’ve never done before.
And that is sucking on your father’s shrivelled old limp penis and shake my ass at most of the backroom staff.
And before everyone jokes that I’ve already done that… kiss my tattooed ass bitches.
Kelly – be prepared Saturday night.
Because I will take no prisoners and I will ensure that you will be sharing a bed next to your precious father in the Coma ward.
I am the Punk Princess!
Know It! Say It! Fear It!