Post by Trish Newborn on Nov 15, 2010 7:44:10 GMT -6
Sheraton Hotel
5:18 P.M.
5:18 P.M.
You aren't known to venture into someone's private hotel room. In fact, many times you just quietly wondered what it would be like to be itches from a celebrity. No harm right? But here you are, and you have some how managed to get pass the hotel security without being catch. Proof that your friends were right about you. You are a sick bastard. The ultimate optimist. The hotel was easy, wasn't it? The door was unlocked while Trish was out sending mail, your lips across your face began to curl upward in a smile watching Newborne from afar as she turned one her laptop.
“Hello Chaotic Professional Wrestling,” she says.
You see a smile form from the now visible Patricia as a light flicked, coming from her laptop as she comfortably relaxed in her computer chair with her feet propped up atop the on the desk. You notice that Patricia has on a slight casual appearance. Only wearing blue jeans and a black tank top. The smell of tacos circulated throughout the hotel room, as you also notice Taco Bell wrappers beside her.
“It has been far too long since I logged into my YouTube account. Much less even making a Video Blog about my life through my channel. Can you imagine the surprise when I looked and saw dozens of people requesting to subscribe to my channel? I just deleted every single one of you crazed creepers. Yeah, I know, you all want to say I be-friend-ed you to all your creepy little friends, so you can know how it almost feels to be famous. But that little dream is just not going to happen. Maybe you mistook me for someone that gave a damn about you.”
You whisper something, Patricia turns her head, as if she felt like she was being watched. After a few moments, Newborne turned her attention back to the video blog. You smile again.
“Sara Firestien. I didn't think they'd allow someone as old as you join. Shouldn't you have some kind of PTA meeting to attend instead of getting your ass handed to you by “The Californian Sensation”? Be honest with yourself bitch. You can't possibly believe that you could out perform me. I've been in this business for a lot of years. I have wrestled and defeated many champions. And I won't hesitate to slap on my No Regret submission and wouldn't let go until you won't be able to walk.“
A pigeon lands on your head. You try to wave it away, but it won't give up it's new home. You simply ignore it for now.
“Face it bitch, I have come back to CPW with vengeance. I came back for championship gold.”
You start to walk backward. The stupid pigeon won't leave you alone. It looked as if it really likes the shampoo you put in your hair, as it's claws dig into your scalp. You must stay calm and not alert Patricia. Remember your training in stalker school. No you idiot move forward! Move forward! Suddenly, you move too far back and trip on something on the ground and fall of the second story on land in a trash pile. Are you okay? Why don't you look up to see if anyone saw you. Bird ****! Ew, you even got it inside your mouth. Gross.