Post by Amy Marshall on Mar 24, 2012 17:50:31 GMT -6
Saturday, March 17th, 2012
HP Pavilion; San Jose, California
{Moments after Crystal defeats Amy}
No sooner had the ref had counted three, Crystal quickly got to her feet as she celebrated her win, as Amy lay on the mat looking up into the rafters of the arena cursing at her misfortune in being defeated.
Rolling onto her side, Amy slaps the mat in frustration as she looks across at Crystal before shaking her head and rolling herself out of the ring, as Amy uses the ring apron to gain some footing.
Before staging away from the ring, and towards the ramp as she ignores the jeering crowd before slowly heading up the ramp and into the backstage area, where Amy headed straight to her locker room, ignoring everyone even Carly Robins, who I just shoved out of the way as I continued on my way.
Finally arriving at her locker room, she burst through the door as she let out a loud scream before giving the wall a punch, which left no mark on the wall just hurting Amy in the process.
“Are you ok?” came a male voice.
“Just go away.” Amy said not caring who the person was, as she flung herself onto sofa, where she began to unlace her boots.
"Your fist looks like it's not ok. Maybe you should try hitting it harder?" he said.
Amy turns her head towards the person inside her locker room, to see Lex standing there. "Maybe you should go away." Amy sniped back as she glared at Sense.
"I could”, Sense states as he inches closer, "But where's the fun in that." Sense then kneels as he removes Amy's boot for her and then proceeds to undo the other.
Amy looks at Sense "You don't have to do this" Amy said as she grabbed Sense's hand "not after I was a bitch to you”.
"We all have our frustrations. Moments in our lives that have left us with bitter tastes on our pallets. Sometimes things don't go our way." Sense removes the other boot and then looks up at Amy. The expression almost human on his face. "You're not a bitch. Just a woman scorned. You should use that to motivate you."
Amy shakes her head "So what have I been doing wrong?" Amy asked a little confused.
"There's no one answer that would make you feel better. No easy fix it, to cure to your problem because there isn't a problem." Sense stands. Towering over Amy even more as she is seated on the bench. "You haven't been doing anything wrong. Sometimes you just have to accept things for what they are. You're good Amy. Could you be better?... Yes, but only you can decide what flaws to mend."
Amy took in Sense's words, as she rubbed her hand as it began to throb. "Thanks" Amy said with a small smile "now get out of my locker room" Amy joked as she looked up and have Sense a smile and a wink.
Sense slightly grins as he remembers those lips touching his. He thinks about it for a second before turning to head for the door. He stops and looks back before exiting. "Don't beat yourself too much. That wall had it coming." Sense exits the room. Leaving Amy to her thoughts.
Meanwhile Amy watched Sense leave, as she then looks down at her hand, where she could see the swelling beginning to show as well as redness. Letting out a sign, Amy stands before going to the fridge, where she grabs an icepack – placing it on her hand before continuing to change out of her gear.
“Thank you for the respect, but you can shove that up your pampered ass because I don’t flying rats ass what you think of me and how I treat people. If you hadn’t realised I am sick and tired of being peoples stepping stone, so I have every ****ing right to disrespect those who used me to get to the top.
And that includes you.
And tonight you got damned lucky and that sums up your whole career. However, your luck hasn’t been so great here in NCW, instead you have been a failure. You accomplished nothing NCW aside from making up tag team titles with Zelda and which you should thank me for that.
If you and Zelda didn’t pin me two weeks in a row, would we even have the Starlet tag titles?
Anyway, back to something more relevant.
If and when I get to face you again, you won’t be so lucky next time. I will make 100% sure that I am victorious in future.
Friday, 23rd March 2012.
Sacramento, California
Hilton Hotel.
The scene opens in a hotel room of the Hilton Hotel in the centre of Sacramento, where we see Amy sitting alone on the bed wearing skinny jeans and black tank top. As the TV blared out the latest rock tunes, Amy ignored the TV as she focuses on her laptop in front of her.
Where she hooks up her camcorder to the laptop, before turning and getting off the chair and placing the camcorder on the tripod.
Amy then goes back to her laptop, where she plays around for a few moments before returning to the camcorder, where she stands in front of it and hits play and begins to record her promo.
“Well this is interesting.
A tag team match where I am partnered with Jimmy Zane against Curtis Kanyon and Rose Acantha.
And right now I am feeling pretty damn confident about this match, because I am not partnered with a leech or a complete Neanderthal moron.
Firstly Jimmy Zane…
You are probably wondering why the hell you got stuck in this match, partnered with someone who has a pretty ****ty win/loss record who developed this sudden attitude? All I can tell you is to stop bitching and moaning about it and ****ing take out that moronic caveman, so I can have Rose all to myself and not worry about being banged into the next century – and also win this match.
And speaking of the dumbass caveman…
Listen up Curtis…
I don’t give a **** about your vendetta against Zelda and I don’t give a **** what she did to you, what I do care about is scraping through this match without getting banged and winning this match.
However, it probably won’t be the case because some jackass like you is going to ruin it for everyone.
Maybe you can do us all a favour and not turn up at all and you can hunt down Zelda and bang her until the cows come home.
As you for Rose, all I hear from you is whinging, crying, blubbering – you are not going to make friends or even gain my sympathy from that. It just shows that you are still a little insecure girl, seeking approval from Nate or from your psychologist.
And when I step into that ring Sunday, I will ignore the fact that we are in a tag team match and instead, I will drive a stake into our friendship and make sure that you and I are done and we will never be friends again.
I will show everyone that you nothing more a leech, ready to cling onto the nearest unsuspecting person and ruin their career… I know that I am probably pissing people off with my rants and keep going on about it…but **** them because I don’t give a **** about it.
Sunday night Jimmy and I will be victorious and Rose and Curtis will be nothing more than losers.
HP Pavilion; San Jose, California
{Moments after Crystal defeats Amy}
No sooner had the ref had counted three, Crystal quickly got to her feet as she celebrated her win, as Amy lay on the mat looking up into the rafters of the arena cursing at her misfortune in being defeated.
Rolling onto her side, Amy slaps the mat in frustration as she looks across at Crystal before shaking her head and rolling herself out of the ring, as Amy uses the ring apron to gain some footing.
Before staging away from the ring, and towards the ramp as she ignores the jeering crowd before slowly heading up the ramp and into the backstage area, where Amy headed straight to her locker room, ignoring everyone even Carly Robins, who I just shoved out of the way as I continued on my way.
Finally arriving at her locker room, she burst through the door as she let out a loud scream before giving the wall a punch, which left no mark on the wall just hurting Amy in the process.
“Are you ok?” came a male voice.
“Just go away.” Amy said not caring who the person was, as she flung herself onto sofa, where she began to unlace her boots.
"Your fist looks like it's not ok. Maybe you should try hitting it harder?" he said.
Amy turns her head towards the person inside her locker room, to see Lex standing there. "Maybe you should go away." Amy sniped back as she glared at Sense.
"I could”, Sense states as he inches closer, "But where's the fun in that." Sense then kneels as he removes Amy's boot for her and then proceeds to undo the other.
Amy looks at Sense "You don't have to do this" Amy said as she grabbed Sense's hand "not after I was a bitch to you”.
"We all have our frustrations. Moments in our lives that have left us with bitter tastes on our pallets. Sometimes things don't go our way." Sense removes the other boot and then looks up at Amy. The expression almost human on his face. "You're not a bitch. Just a woman scorned. You should use that to motivate you."
Amy shakes her head "So what have I been doing wrong?" Amy asked a little confused.
"There's no one answer that would make you feel better. No easy fix it, to cure to your problem because there isn't a problem." Sense stands. Towering over Amy even more as she is seated on the bench. "You haven't been doing anything wrong. Sometimes you just have to accept things for what they are. You're good Amy. Could you be better?... Yes, but only you can decide what flaws to mend."
Amy took in Sense's words, as she rubbed her hand as it began to throb. "Thanks" Amy said with a small smile "now get out of my locker room" Amy joked as she looked up and have Sense a smile and a wink.
Sense slightly grins as he remembers those lips touching his. He thinks about it for a second before turning to head for the door. He stops and looks back before exiting. "Don't beat yourself too much. That wall had it coming." Sense exits the room. Leaving Amy to her thoughts.
Meanwhile Amy watched Sense leave, as she then looks down at her hand, where she could see the swelling beginning to show as well as redness. Letting out a sign, Amy stands before going to the fridge, where she grabs an icepack – placing it on her hand before continuing to change out of her gear.
“Thank you for the respect, but you can shove that up your pampered ass because I don’t flying rats ass what you think of me and how I treat people. If you hadn’t realised I am sick and tired of being peoples stepping stone, so I have every ****ing right to disrespect those who used me to get to the top.
And that includes you.
And tonight you got damned lucky and that sums up your whole career. However, your luck hasn’t been so great here in NCW, instead you have been a failure. You accomplished nothing NCW aside from making up tag team titles with Zelda and which you should thank me for that.
If you and Zelda didn’t pin me two weeks in a row, would we even have the Starlet tag titles?
Anyway, back to something more relevant.
If and when I get to face you again, you won’t be so lucky next time. I will make 100% sure that I am victorious in future.
Friday, 23rd March 2012.
Sacramento, California
Hilton Hotel.
The scene opens in a hotel room of the Hilton Hotel in the centre of Sacramento, where we see Amy sitting alone on the bed wearing skinny jeans and black tank top. As the TV blared out the latest rock tunes, Amy ignored the TV as she focuses on her laptop in front of her.
Where she hooks up her camcorder to the laptop, before turning and getting off the chair and placing the camcorder on the tripod.
Amy then goes back to her laptop, where she plays around for a few moments before returning to the camcorder, where she stands in front of it and hits play and begins to record her promo.
“Well this is interesting.
A tag team match where I am partnered with Jimmy Zane against Curtis Kanyon and Rose Acantha.
And right now I am feeling pretty damn confident about this match, because I am not partnered with a leech or a complete Neanderthal moron.
Firstly Jimmy Zane…
You are probably wondering why the hell you got stuck in this match, partnered with someone who has a pretty ****ty win/loss record who developed this sudden attitude? All I can tell you is to stop bitching and moaning about it and ****ing take out that moronic caveman, so I can have Rose all to myself and not worry about being banged into the next century – and also win this match.
And speaking of the dumbass caveman…
Listen up Curtis…
I don’t give a **** about your vendetta against Zelda and I don’t give a **** what she did to you, what I do care about is scraping through this match without getting banged and winning this match.
However, it probably won’t be the case because some jackass like you is going to ruin it for everyone.
Maybe you can do us all a favour and not turn up at all and you can hunt down Zelda and bang her until the cows come home.
As you for Rose, all I hear from you is whinging, crying, blubbering – you are not going to make friends or even gain my sympathy from that. It just shows that you are still a little insecure girl, seeking approval from Nate or from your psychologist.
And when I step into that ring Sunday, I will ignore the fact that we are in a tag team match and instead, I will drive a stake into our friendship and make sure that you and I are done and we will never be friends again.
I will show everyone that you nothing more a leech, ready to cling onto the nearest unsuspecting person and ruin their career… I know that I am probably pissing people off with my rants and keep going on about it…but **** them because I don’t give a **** about it.
Sunday night Jimmy and I will be victorious and Rose and Curtis will be nothing more than losers.