Post by Amy Marshall on Aug 20, 2011 5:59:48 GMT -6
Saturday, August 13th, 2011
HSBC Arena, Buffalo, NY.
Shortly after Trauma has gone off air.
… Frustrated
Because SEX hadn’t had a win since debuting the team against the now defunct La Revolucion and couldn’t beat any other team.
… Annoyed
Because of the tactics from Bitches with Attitude and PoP couldn’t get the job done because Steph and I screwed up.
...Embarrassed
Trying to defend the name SEX and PoP and absolutely failing, as well as trying to prove that we aren’t these stupid ditzy starlets and still failing at that.
5 minutes after coming through the curtain, we entered the locker our locker room, where neither of us spoke to one another, as there was simply nothing to talk about just sheer anger towards Bitches With Attitude.
Packing up my bags, I prepare to leave the arena and head to the hotel before going onto some club to forget about the disastrous night for PoP. Saying goodnight to Steph and leaving her in the locker room, I head out of the locker room and towards the exit.
Although not realising it, I appeared to be rushing as I bumped into Nate Webb almost knocking him onto his ass.
“Oh Sorry Nate” I said stopping in my tracks.
“Where is the fire?” Nate asked.
I give a small smile “Just looking to escape for the night and forget about PoP’s ****ty match.”
”Yeah, I saw. Sorry about that match.” Nate said shrugging.
“Thanks.” I said give Nate a smile “As I said just want to escape and forget.”
“Do you want any help in forgetting?” Nate said with a grin.
I just smirk “You wish” I said before walking off leaving Nate behind as I leave the arena for the hotel to shower and change before heading onto a club.
A big congratulation’s goes out to Bitches With Attitude, you were the better women in this match, however, I fear PoP were nothing more than cannon fodder so that management give Bitches With Attitude what they want and not create a fuss.
Now I am not jumping onto the Roberto Verona or the Nathan Webb bandwagon over managements working, but I do see where they are coming from with their grievances.
Anyway moving on before management get their panties in a bunch.
Brag all you like, tell everyone how you embarrassed PoP and proved we were nothing but jokes…oh wait you’ve already said that.
Same old ****.
Ayla and Rayne, good luck against Vargas and Conway. I hope they rip you to shreds, because if PoP couldn’t do the job of shutting you up then Mercedes and Kat can.
And speaking of ripping people to shreds, hey Josie how is the head?
Sore.
I told you not **** with me, however, if there is a slight chance of you doing something silly again, I will end you and your pathetic career.
Consider yourself warned bitch.
Thursday, 19th August 2011.
Long Island Marriott Hotel and Conference Center.
Uniondale, New York
6 Days later after the disappointing tag match at Trauma, Roxxxie arrived in Uniondale, New York for her match against Sarah Richardson and Alexis Morrison. Roxxxie met up with Ander the previous evening to pick him up from the airport and head back to the hotel, where they caught up on sex and nothing else.
11:23am
The mid-morning sunlight slowly creeps through the curtains, as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, where see Roxxxie wearing only a towel from where she had showered after going for a long run around Uniondale.
Shortly after returning from her run, Roxxxie ordered room service for herself and Ander.
“Morning sleepy head” Roxxxie said as she places a cup of coffee in front of Ander.
“Thanks” Ander said taking the cup and drinking some before placing it on the bedside table. “What time is it?”
“11:24.” Roxxxie said as she headed over to the chest of draws and began pulling out stuff to wear.
“How long have you been up?” Ander asked as he took a swig of his coffee.
“Since about 8:30. Went for a morning run, since most gyms aren’t open till 11 or 12.” Roxxxie said as she pulled out of the last item of clothing.
“So what are your plans for the day?” Ander asked sitting up in bed.
“I have my promo to do but other than that nothing else. Why?” Roxxxie said as she slipped on some panties before sitting down on the bed.
“I was looking to spend the whole day with you since I haven’t seen you for a weeks.” Ander said as he pulls Roxxxie close to him.
“We have most of today together and I promise you will have me all day tomorrow.” Roxxxie said as she gently kisses Ander.
Ander smiles as he enjoys Roxxxie gentle kiss before pulling back “So, what can we do today?” Ander asked.
“Hmmm lets see, shopping, sex, lunch, more sex, my promo, more sex and maybe a movie and then dinner?” Roxxxie said.
“Wow” Ander said.
“What? Not enough sex?” Roxxxie said jokingly.
Ander chuckles before pulling Roxxxie close once more “You are crazy”
Roxxxie smiled before giving Ander a gentle peck on the lips “You need to get dressed and so do I, if I am to get my promo released on time.”
“Spoil sport.” Ander said as he ripped back the covers and slipped on his boxers, where he grabs a pair of jeans and an Ander Carvetti t-shirt before disappearing into the bathroom.
Roxxxie just shakes her head, as she continues to get dressed as she slipped on a pair of three quarter length jeans, a pink and black bra and a red strappy top with the NCW logo embossed on it.
Ander comes back out from the bathroom dressed, where he then sprays some Hugo Boss onto himself as he finishes off the rest of the coffee, as Roxxxie finishes off her large glass off OJ
“Ready” Roxxxie asks as she bushes her hair back into a ponytail.
“Yup” Ander said as he fills his pockets with his phone and wallet.
Roxxxie smiles before as she grabs her few bits before she and Ander exit the hotel room, as they head towards the shopping precinct for some retail therapy.
Well Well Well, look who crawled out of the woodwork?
Welcome to NCW Sarah.
Last time we met inside the ring was inside the Bryce Jordan Centre in State College, Pennsylvania on July 25th 2010 in a Championship Lottery Match and from what I remember you, Carmen DeVega, Jasmine and myself all managed to get a briefcase, which I later found out I was getting a shot at the Hardcore title.
Anyway I cannot remember if we even laid a finger on one another – I guess that match wasn’t very memorable for me.
It’s funny, I have managed to get all your past promo’s and past matches from RoB except for that one match, and I have to admit that there were so many girls in that place I would of liked to work with.
Shame the place closed.
Anyway moving on from those memories of the past and time to focus on our match.
I have studied your matches and your promo’s, but that doesn’t mean anything does it.
Your in ring style could of changed since July last year and you could of changed and maybe just maybe your promo style might of changed.
Who am I kidding?
You’re a freaking blonde.
You have no clue in how to change things, how to tie up your bootlaces hell you have just have no ****ing clue at all.
Nice debut last week, appearing as the girl who was sucking face with Todd Williams.
I don’t care what issues you have with Crystal, as far as I’m concerned you are just another empty headed attention seeks piece of trash.
And on Trauma, I will prove that I should have been facing the likes of you and the other skanks in that other place, when I defeat your simply unglamorous pampered ass and Alexis.
And speaking of my lovely little stepsister, how you doing Alexis?
Great.
I am still a little pissed off because of you and what happened on the 4-year show, but I can’t blame you for doing what you did.
You wanted to make a name for yourself and by removing a former champion from the match you thought it would help.
To be honest, didn’t work.
However, you do have a great chance in this match, but you going to have to work pretty damn hard to beat Sarah and I.
Yet, I don’t want to be hype up that bitch and I have to win this match.
Sorry Alexis, as much as I want you to do well in NCW, I am and I will win this match.
So forget about the Princesses of Pain’s crap night because I am going to bounce back and beat you two bitches down.
Oh and a message to Kelly Knite.
PooP
Really
What are you? 5.
Grow the **** up and go back to writing your little column bitch.
HSBC Arena, Buffalo, NY.
Shortly after Trauma has gone off air.
… Frustrated
Because SEX hadn’t had a win since debuting the team against the now defunct La Revolucion and couldn’t beat any other team.
… Annoyed
Because of the tactics from Bitches with Attitude and PoP couldn’t get the job done because Steph and I screwed up.
...Embarrassed
Trying to defend the name SEX and PoP and absolutely failing, as well as trying to prove that we aren’t these stupid ditzy starlets and still failing at that.
5 minutes after coming through the curtain, we entered the locker our locker room, where neither of us spoke to one another, as there was simply nothing to talk about just sheer anger towards Bitches With Attitude.
Packing up my bags, I prepare to leave the arena and head to the hotel before going onto some club to forget about the disastrous night for PoP. Saying goodnight to Steph and leaving her in the locker room, I head out of the locker room and towards the exit.
Although not realising it, I appeared to be rushing as I bumped into Nate Webb almost knocking him onto his ass.
“Oh Sorry Nate” I said stopping in my tracks.
“Where is the fire?” Nate asked.
I give a small smile “Just looking to escape for the night and forget about PoP’s ****ty match.”
”Yeah, I saw. Sorry about that match.” Nate said shrugging.
“Thanks.” I said give Nate a smile “As I said just want to escape and forget.”
“Do you want any help in forgetting?” Nate said with a grin.
I just smirk “You wish” I said before walking off leaving Nate behind as I leave the arena for the hotel to shower and change before heading onto a club.
A big congratulation’s goes out to Bitches With Attitude, you were the better women in this match, however, I fear PoP were nothing more than cannon fodder so that management give Bitches With Attitude what they want and not create a fuss.
Now I am not jumping onto the Roberto Verona or the Nathan Webb bandwagon over managements working, but I do see where they are coming from with their grievances.
Anyway moving on before management get their panties in a bunch.
Brag all you like, tell everyone how you embarrassed PoP and proved we were nothing but jokes…oh wait you’ve already said that.
Same old ****.
Ayla and Rayne, good luck against Vargas and Conway. I hope they rip you to shreds, because if PoP couldn’t do the job of shutting you up then Mercedes and Kat can.
And speaking of ripping people to shreds, hey Josie how is the head?
Sore.
I told you not **** with me, however, if there is a slight chance of you doing something silly again, I will end you and your pathetic career.
Consider yourself warned bitch.
Thursday, 19th August 2011.
Long Island Marriott Hotel and Conference Center.
Uniondale, New York
6 Days later after the disappointing tag match at Trauma, Roxxxie arrived in Uniondale, New York for her match against Sarah Richardson and Alexis Morrison. Roxxxie met up with Ander the previous evening to pick him up from the airport and head back to the hotel, where they caught up on sex and nothing else.
11:23am
The mid-morning sunlight slowly creeps through the curtains, as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, where see Roxxxie wearing only a towel from where she had showered after going for a long run around Uniondale.
Shortly after returning from her run, Roxxxie ordered room service for herself and Ander.
“Morning sleepy head” Roxxxie said as she places a cup of coffee in front of Ander.
“Thanks” Ander said taking the cup and drinking some before placing it on the bedside table. “What time is it?”
“11:24.” Roxxxie said as she headed over to the chest of draws and began pulling out stuff to wear.
“How long have you been up?” Ander asked as he took a swig of his coffee.
“Since about 8:30. Went for a morning run, since most gyms aren’t open till 11 or 12.” Roxxxie said as she pulled out of the last item of clothing.
“So what are your plans for the day?” Ander asked sitting up in bed.
“I have my promo to do but other than that nothing else. Why?” Roxxxie said as she slipped on some panties before sitting down on the bed.
“I was looking to spend the whole day with you since I haven’t seen you for a weeks.” Ander said as he pulls Roxxxie close to him.
“We have most of today together and I promise you will have me all day tomorrow.” Roxxxie said as she gently kisses Ander.
Ander smiles as he enjoys Roxxxie gentle kiss before pulling back “So, what can we do today?” Ander asked.
“Hmmm lets see, shopping, sex, lunch, more sex, my promo, more sex and maybe a movie and then dinner?” Roxxxie said.
“Wow” Ander said.
“What? Not enough sex?” Roxxxie said jokingly.
Ander chuckles before pulling Roxxxie close once more “You are crazy”
Roxxxie smiled before giving Ander a gentle peck on the lips “You need to get dressed and so do I, if I am to get my promo released on time.”
“Spoil sport.” Ander said as he ripped back the covers and slipped on his boxers, where he grabs a pair of jeans and an Ander Carvetti t-shirt before disappearing into the bathroom.
Roxxxie just shakes her head, as she continues to get dressed as she slipped on a pair of three quarter length jeans, a pink and black bra and a red strappy top with the NCW logo embossed on it.
Ander comes back out from the bathroom dressed, where he then sprays some Hugo Boss onto himself as he finishes off the rest of the coffee, as Roxxxie finishes off her large glass off OJ
“Ready” Roxxxie asks as she bushes her hair back into a ponytail.
“Yup” Ander said as he fills his pockets with his phone and wallet.
Roxxxie smiles before as she grabs her few bits before she and Ander exit the hotel room, as they head towards the shopping precinct for some retail therapy.
Well Well Well, look who crawled out of the woodwork?
Welcome to NCW Sarah.
Last time we met inside the ring was inside the Bryce Jordan Centre in State College, Pennsylvania on July 25th 2010 in a Championship Lottery Match and from what I remember you, Carmen DeVega, Jasmine and myself all managed to get a briefcase, which I later found out I was getting a shot at the Hardcore title.
Anyway I cannot remember if we even laid a finger on one another – I guess that match wasn’t very memorable for me.
It’s funny, I have managed to get all your past promo’s and past matches from RoB except for that one match, and I have to admit that there were so many girls in that place I would of liked to work with.
Shame the place closed.
Anyway moving on from those memories of the past and time to focus on our match.
I have studied your matches and your promo’s, but that doesn’t mean anything does it.
Your in ring style could of changed since July last year and you could of changed and maybe just maybe your promo style might of changed.
Who am I kidding?
You’re a freaking blonde.
You have no clue in how to change things, how to tie up your bootlaces hell you have just have no ****ing clue at all.
Nice debut last week, appearing as the girl who was sucking face with Todd Williams.
I don’t care what issues you have with Crystal, as far as I’m concerned you are just another empty headed attention seeks piece of trash.
And on Trauma, I will prove that I should have been facing the likes of you and the other skanks in that other place, when I defeat your simply unglamorous pampered ass and Alexis.
And speaking of my lovely little stepsister, how you doing Alexis?
Great.
I am still a little pissed off because of you and what happened on the 4-year show, but I can’t blame you for doing what you did.
You wanted to make a name for yourself and by removing a former champion from the match you thought it would help.
To be honest, didn’t work.
However, you do have a great chance in this match, but you going to have to work pretty damn hard to beat Sarah and I.
Yet, I don’t want to be hype up that bitch and I have to win this match.
Sorry Alexis, as much as I want you to do well in NCW, I am and I will win this match.
So forget about the Princesses of Pain’s crap night because I am going to bounce back and beat you two bitches down.
Oh and a message to Kelly Knite.
PooP
Really
What are you? 5.
Grow the **** up and go back to writing your little column bitch.