Post by Trish Newborn on Nov 26, 2010 10:53:16 GMT -6
November 11th 2009
Inside the Air Canada Centre Arena
A bright red bouncing dodge ball suddenly appears bouncing along on what can now be identified as an empty CPW wrestling ring. This bright dodge ball comes mid-air when out of nowhere at full speed is a leg that kicks it at an angle sending it flying across, twisting and turning until hitting a cardboard cutout of Kendrick Gates taking his head completely off. The camera glances back to see the person who kicked that ball was none other than Trish Newborn dressed in all black attire. Her face looks confident as the brownish eyes stare back into the lens of the camera as she takes a deep breath and clears her throat.
“That is called the dodge ball effect,” Patricia proclaims pacing around the ring, “Stronger, more gifted players such as me would know to get out of the ****ing way before getting eliminated. But there are those that just do not get the game and become a pincushion for those stronger, more gifted players because they just do not fit in anywhere and want to in the popular crowd so they could get laid for first time.”
Newborne lays flat on the campus, her arms spread far apart.
“Pin me, pin me now.”
A manically laugh escapes her lungs as she sits up with her arms atop of her knees.
“That was the only time you will ever get another shot at me laying down on this wrestling mat, but I can humor you some more when it comes time for us to square off inside the Air Canada Centre. Besides it would be fun seeing how many times you go for the quick pin fall only to manage a two count then to see those frustrations build until I snap your sorry ass back to reality. You are just an amateur when it comes to wrestling, and this proves without a shadow of a doubt that I am just better than you. Never mind the fact that I am a woman, and that I just happen to have a reputation miles long.”
“I am just that damn great in the ring, sweetheart.”
“Wait. Is that silence I hear coming from your direction? Thank God, I thought it was you collapsed on the floor after your blue ball spell, I do not want to get an easy win because you are laying in the hospital unable to make it to our match because you had a case of extreme blue balls. You want to talk about my sex life? Fine I have not officially came out and announced so make yourself feel special. I am a lesbian. I like pussy. And if there is any that you have every had, it would have been when you came out of the womb. Yeah, pretty much all the pussy you ever had.”
“Cough a lot? I thought I had seen you smoking that weed behind The O2 and just thought you were some bum off the street trying to enjoy what little life they have left. You do realize that as apart of Chaotic Pro Wrestling, you are scheduled to take an annual drug test every four weeks, and if you fail that test you will be fired from CPW. No wonder you could not last more than number six.”
Patricia lifts herself off the cold mat, dust herself off, and decides to practice the ropes as her body bounces off in a back and forth motion then does a run from each end before making a complete stop in the middle of the ring. “Of course I experimented back in college so I will not hold that against your stupid, idiotic ass because I was once young and naive. But that bowel cut? What are you 12? Better yet, are you auctioning for the next Beatles? Expiring minds would like to know.”
“People live,” Newborne looks down as her lips part, “And then people burn out, I just presumed that before my time is over in this business I would at least capture one last title, one last chance at regaining my youth as I began that long stage of settling down with my lover,” Patricia looks back up and gives us the fullness of her eyes' iris, but just then she cracks a sadistic smile, “Hell no, I am not ready to leave behind the only ring that holds a candle in my cold-bloodied heart. I will be buried here in this ring before I ever let some little dip**** think that he could beat me just because he is younger and he is a male having to face a “weak” woman opponent. Just be prepared to lose some teeth, Spanky.”
“Pin me if you can.”
Patricia grabs the ball from the mat and starts to bounce it on her knee a few times before back kicking it with precision right at the camera, it fades into static just as it goes completely black you hear Patricia's voice once more, “Beat me if you can.”
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Inside the Air Canada Centre Arena
A bright red bouncing dodge ball suddenly appears bouncing along on what can now be identified as an empty CPW wrestling ring. This bright dodge ball comes mid-air when out of nowhere at full speed is a leg that kicks it at an angle sending it flying across, twisting and turning until hitting a cardboard cutout of Kendrick Gates taking his head completely off. The camera glances back to see the person who kicked that ball was none other than Trish Newborn dressed in all black attire. Her face looks confident as the brownish eyes stare back into the lens of the camera as she takes a deep breath and clears her throat.
“That is called the dodge ball effect,” Patricia proclaims pacing around the ring, “Stronger, more gifted players such as me would know to get out of the ****ing way before getting eliminated. But there are those that just do not get the game and become a pincushion for those stronger, more gifted players because they just do not fit in anywhere and want to in the popular crowd so they could get laid for first time.”
Newborne lays flat on the campus, her arms spread far apart.
“Pin me, pin me now.”
A manically laugh escapes her lungs as she sits up with her arms atop of her knees.
“That was the only time you will ever get another shot at me laying down on this wrestling mat, but I can humor you some more when it comes time for us to square off inside the Air Canada Centre. Besides it would be fun seeing how many times you go for the quick pin fall only to manage a two count then to see those frustrations build until I snap your sorry ass back to reality. You are just an amateur when it comes to wrestling, and this proves without a shadow of a doubt that I am just better than you. Never mind the fact that I am a woman, and that I just happen to have a reputation miles long.”
“I am just that damn great in the ring, sweetheart.”
“Wait. Is that silence I hear coming from your direction? Thank God, I thought it was you collapsed on the floor after your blue ball spell, I do not want to get an easy win because you are laying in the hospital unable to make it to our match because you had a case of extreme blue balls. You want to talk about my sex life? Fine I have not officially came out and announced so make yourself feel special. I am a lesbian. I like pussy. And if there is any that you have every had, it would have been when you came out of the womb. Yeah, pretty much all the pussy you ever had.”
“Cough a lot? I thought I had seen you smoking that weed behind The O2 and just thought you were some bum off the street trying to enjoy what little life they have left. You do realize that as apart of Chaotic Pro Wrestling, you are scheduled to take an annual drug test every four weeks, and if you fail that test you will be fired from CPW. No wonder you could not last more than number six.”
Patricia lifts herself off the cold mat, dust herself off, and decides to practice the ropes as her body bounces off in a back and forth motion then does a run from each end before making a complete stop in the middle of the ring. “Of course I experimented back in college so I will not hold that against your stupid, idiotic ass because I was once young and naive. But that bowel cut? What are you 12? Better yet, are you auctioning for the next Beatles? Expiring minds would like to know.”
“People live,” Newborne looks down as her lips part, “And then people burn out, I just presumed that before my time is over in this business I would at least capture one last title, one last chance at regaining my youth as I began that long stage of settling down with my lover,” Patricia looks back up and gives us the fullness of her eyes' iris, but just then she cracks a sadistic smile, “Hell no, I am not ready to leave behind the only ring that holds a candle in my cold-bloodied heart. I will be buried here in this ring before I ever let some little dip**** think that he could beat me just because he is younger and he is a male having to face a “weak” woman opponent. Just be prepared to lose some teeth, Spanky.”
“Pin me if you can.”
Patricia grabs the ball from the mat and starts to bounce it on her knee a few times before back kicking it with precision right at the camera, it fades into static just as it goes completely black you hear Patricia's voice once more, “Beat me if you can.”
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