Post by Trish Newborn on Oct 24, 2010 6:15:10 GMT -6
Hogs & Heifers Saloon
Las Vegas, Nevada
It was a few days before nCw had their pay-per-view. Patricia had to get away from the madness that had been haunting her since her arrival in New Championship Wrestling. Her frustration, her need to win matches was nearing it's breaking point in her mind. She could care less about Kris Titan or Bitches With Attitude. She could almost taste the blood as it boiled up deep inside that petite body of hers. A dark raven haired Patricia enters a local bar that has had it's reputation of being one that bikers often used as a place to hang out and loosen up, as the scene opens.
She wore her usual leather jacket and tight blue jeans with her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Patricia walked as if she were the only person in that room. Of course the women and men in the saloon were looking at this newcomer that had entered their bar. Her movement was slow. No doubt still feeling that beating she got from Emma. Suddenly, a young blonde approached the nCw female wrestler with a friendly face and smile. Patricia Newborne looked at the girl, and narrowed her eyes.
“Welcome to Hogs & Heifers Saloon, I'm Mindy.”
No words came out of Patricia's mouth. She ignores Mindy; walking past the girl and headed towards the bar area, where she sits down.
“What can I get you?”
“Jack Daniels.”
He places a shot glass on the counter and starts to pour until its almost full. Newborne grabs the shot glass and drinks it before slamming it hard on the counter, and grabbing the entire bottle from the bartender and hands him money. A biker comes up to the young vixen from California while he checks her out and fixes his hair with a broken comb.
“How about me and you dance, sweet stuff?”
“How about no?”
“I promise I'll be extra gentle.”
“Okay.”
“Great.”
She gets up and walks toward the dance floor as the biker steps aside, and he follows behind Patricia Newborne. The two face each other and hold hands, the biker grins. His hand makes advancements to her ass. Patricia knees him in the groin then Single Arm Throw's him onto the hard floor. The bartender sees what is happening, and breaks it up before it goes any further.
“Hey, no violence in here! This is a friendly environment!”
“Don't worry, this will cover it and when the f***er gets up. Tell him, it's been a great time and that his balls are now in a new place – lodged in his throat.”
Patricia leaves the Hogs & Heifers Saloon with a smirk on her face. She whistles for the nearest taxi and hops inside while closing the car door as it drives off out of sight.
Date: Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sports have been an active part of our culture since as far back as Ancient Greece in 393 AD. In fact, some sports of today have a strong connection to Greek origins, like boxing, wrestling, association football, etc. And I am sure that those sports were great back then, to hear the blood lust from the audience as they chant gladiators to attack one another, to hear the screams echoing throughout the Colosseum as lions ripped apart bone and flesh. What an amazing time it must have been back in the Bronze Era.
Now, I have a lot of doubters out there who would like nothing more than their favorite team, BWA, to beat the ****ing sh*t out of new bloods. Well, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I don't give a damn what Titan does. But as long as Titan follows orders, I won't have to kick her ass. I must win at any cost. Kris Titan and myself may have worked as a team to take down that over grown man-child Emma Danielson last Collision, but that was for a common goal. Yes, it failed, but only because Danielson likes to take some muscle enhancing shots before matches.
Remember children, steroids are bad, mmmkay?
Rayne and I have crossed paths in that battle royal two weeks ago. It should come to no surprise that she already has a f***ed up life. Pssh, haven't we all. And the fact she won by dragging me to the outside and attacking me like a rabid animal just shows how insecure she has in her ability to be the better wrestler. Oh, wow, my words hurt her so bad that she had to resort to using weapons. I would have loved to get my hands on her that night and ripped her to shreds like a pitbull. The fact that it's been two weeks since that battle royal happened, only means I've had two weeks for that anger to build up inside me before I snap Rayne's ass back out of Leave it to Beaver, and into that hostile world we have all come to hate. Payback is a bitch, and I am just its messenger. What she did to me then, I will do far worse things to her in that match we're going to have, and make her more loony than that damn cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs bird.
And her partner Ayla St. James, I cannot wait to get the chance to meet this Canadian Soap Opera star that I have never heard about. Because I think all soap opera stars should be burned at the steak like modern day witches for wasting my time. She had her win last week, and even managed to slap her own team mate. Congrats. I bet she must be feeling like a million bucks right at this very moment. But all that is about to change at Road to the Gold IV. Because I want to make damn sure that I leave that arena with every single person in that match in my wake. I came here to make an impact, and I intend on getting that impact. If I have to knock out my own partner and take control of the match myself than that is exactly what I will do. She wants to seek a new thrill, I'll give one she won't forget.
Remember this day B*tches with Attitude. Even the great empire's of the past collapse.
Las Vegas, Nevada
It was a few days before nCw had their pay-per-view. Patricia had to get away from the madness that had been haunting her since her arrival in New Championship Wrestling. Her frustration, her need to win matches was nearing it's breaking point in her mind. She could care less about Kris Titan or Bitches With Attitude. She could almost taste the blood as it boiled up deep inside that petite body of hers. A dark raven haired Patricia enters a local bar that has had it's reputation of being one that bikers often used as a place to hang out and loosen up, as the scene opens.
She wore her usual leather jacket and tight blue jeans with her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Patricia walked as if she were the only person in that room. Of course the women and men in the saloon were looking at this newcomer that had entered their bar. Her movement was slow. No doubt still feeling that beating she got from Emma. Suddenly, a young blonde approached the nCw female wrestler with a friendly face and smile. Patricia Newborne looked at the girl, and narrowed her eyes.
“Welcome to Hogs & Heifers Saloon, I'm Mindy.”
No words came out of Patricia's mouth. She ignores Mindy; walking past the girl and headed towards the bar area, where she sits down.
“What can I get you?”
“Jack Daniels.”
He places a shot glass on the counter and starts to pour until its almost full. Newborne grabs the shot glass and drinks it before slamming it hard on the counter, and grabbing the entire bottle from the bartender and hands him money. A biker comes up to the young vixen from California while he checks her out and fixes his hair with a broken comb.
“How about me and you dance, sweet stuff?”
“How about no?”
“I promise I'll be extra gentle.”
“Okay.”
“Great.”
She gets up and walks toward the dance floor as the biker steps aside, and he follows behind Patricia Newborne. The two face each other and hold hands, the biker grins. His hand makes advancements to her ass. Patricia knees him in the groin then Single Arm Throw's him onto the hard floor. The bartender sees what is happening, and breaks it up before it goes any further.
“Hey, no violence in here! This is a friendly environment!”
“Don't worry, this will cover it and when the f***er gets up. Tell him, it's been a great time and that his balls are now in a new place – lodged in his throat.”
Patricia leaves the Hogs & Heifers Saloon with a smirk on her face. She whistles for the nearest taxi and hops inside while closing the car door as it drives off out of sight.
Date: Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sports have been an active part of our culture since as far back as Ancient Greece in 393 AD. In fact, some sports of today have a strong connection to Greek origins, like boxing, wrestling, association football, etc. And I am sure that those sports were great back then, to hear the blood lust from the audience as they chant gladiators to attack one another, to hear the screams echoing throughout the Colosseum as lions ripped apart bone and flesh. What an amazing time it must have been back in the Bronze Era.
Now, I have a lot of doubters out there who would like nothing more than their favorite team, BWA, to beat the ****ing sh*t out of new bloods. Well, I can assure you that I will not allow that to happen. I don't give a damn what Titan does. But as long as Titan follows orders, I won't have to kick her ass. I must win at any cost. Kris Titan and myself may have worked as a team to take down that over grown man-child Emma Danielson last Collision, but that was for a common goal. Yes, it failed, but only because Danielson likes to take some muscle enhancing shots before matches.
Remember children, steroids are bad, mmmkay?
Rayne and I have crossed paths in that battle royal two weeks ago. It should come to no surprise that she already has a f***ed up life. Pssh, haven't we all. And the fact she won by dragging me to the outside and attacking me like a rabid animal just shows how insecure she has in her ability to be the better wrestler. Oh, wow, my words hurt her so bad that she had to resort to using weapons. I would have loved to get my hands on her that night and ripped her to shreds like a pitbull. The fact that it's been two weeks since that battle royal happened, only means I've had two weeks for that anger to build up inside me before I snap Rayne's ass back out of Leave it to Beaver, and into that hostile world we have all come to hate. Payback is a bitch, and I am just its messenger. What she did to me then, I will do far worse things to her in that match we're going to have, and make her more loony than that damn cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs bird.
And her partner Ayla St. James, I cannot wait to get the chance to meet this Canadian Soap Opera star that I have never heard about. Because I think all soap opera stars should be burned at the steak like modern day witches for wasting my time. She had her win last week, and even managed to slap her own team mate. Congrats. I bet she must be feeling like a million bucks right at this very moment. But all that is about to change at Road to the Gold IV. Because I want to make damn sure that I leave that arena with every single person in that match in my wake. I came here to make an impact, and I intend on getting that impact. If I have to knock out my own partner and take control of the match myself than that is exactly what I will do. She wants to seek a new thrill, I'll give one she won't forget.
Remember this day B*tches with Attitude. Even the great empire's of the past collapse.