Post by Trish Newborn on Nov 26, 2010 16:03:24 GMT -6
“The secret of power is the knowledge that others are more cowardly than you are”
Friday, November 26, 2010
The Fairmount Palliser; Room 346
We open to see a large hotel room decked out. Complete with a queen size bed made neatly, a mint rest on one pillow, placed up against the left wall, beside it to the left is a wooden table, modern art hung over the bed, and a big cabinet that houses the HDTV stood opposite from the bed. Patricia comes into the frame exiting out of the bathroom wearing black jeans, and her hoodie that has been custom designed by ECKO, with her logo printed on the front and pink and white swirls. Now available in stores. Her hair curled, she can't stop grinning.
“Its quiet obvious that you don't follow my match history here in the nCw. Excuse me for not being Ayria St. James. Oh wait, you mean the other half of Bitches With Attitude I beat at Road of Gold IV in that tag team match? But of course you and everybody could say that the only reason I managed to win was simply due to Rayne not fully giving it her all. It was almost as if she wasn't there. Nor am I Zelda Knite. However, this match isn't about Sidney, Ayria St. James, or any other woman in the division. It's about me and you for the Women's World championship at Breaking Away this Sunday.”
She turns toward the bed. You can just make out Trish's own signature on the right pocket of the black hoodie. The cameraman tries to get a close up shoot of her ass. Patricia turns back around waving her finger at the camera.
“And Emma, it's you who don't know me. You may have all that power from your weightlifting, but even that can cause an opponent to lose the match because power moves take a lot out a person. They become too tired, too soon. Its how Sidney was able to beat you. And its how I'll able beat you this Sunday night,” Patricia confidently stated.
“She didn't need power to beat you. In fact, my moves are all about putting down your opponent fast by either a submission or doing the unthinkable to surprise them when they least expect it. I'm also not afraid to grab a steel chair and crack it over your head to ensure myself that my opponent won't get up. I enjoy hearing the sounds they make as I stand over them, and watch as blood oozes out of their forehead. It turns me on.”
She looks down in her hands and unwraps the mint that had been placed on her pillow. Patricia pops it into her mouth. Her dark-raven hair bounces back. You hear the rattle coming off the steel zipper. Patricia pushes with her tongue to position the hard candy between her gum line and her inner right cheek.
“Yeah, I know I'm not going to win a humanitarian of the year award. That's alright by me, I find beauty in making opponents bleed and watch them act so helpless bagging for help. What you saw over the course of a few matches is nothing compared to me and my mindset right now. I am looking to do some serious pain to you that you've never experienced before. Don't worry, I'll make sure that they have some jello pudding reserved when you go into the hospital after our match. I'll even chip in and send you a come back soon card.”
Trish cocks her head to the side with her lip curled upward.
“Not going for a submission move? You should. The longer I'm in the ring against anyone will spell trouble. Because you can do all the power moves you want but I'll keep getting up. I will keep fighting in that ring until I'm either dead, or I'm crippled. Since I don't have plans of heading off to the great beyond, it looks like making me tap would the smart move.”
Patricia jumps into the bed, making herself appear passed out.
“This is your only chance. Pin me now you stupid bitch! I am right here, we'll give this lard ass a ****ing striped shirt, he can be the referee. Come on! Because at that pay-per-view, I won't stop until I have MY damn championship and that bitch announces me the new Women's Champion of the ***damn world. I have come too far to let it slip my hands again.”
She now gets up and sits on the bed.
“You will get tired from using those big powerful moves of yours, Sasquatch. I'll be waiting for that moment so you can finally be kissed Californian style. Sunday is my night. That belt is my Christmas present, so start puckering up Santa.”
Newborne blows a kiss into the camera as it fades into darkness, looking slightly deranged with her creepy grin.
Ludwig Borne
“Unstoppable Meet Reality”
Friday, November 26, 2010
The Fairmount Palliser; Room 346
We open to see a large hotel room decked out. Complete with a queen size bed made neatly, a mint rest on one pillow, placed up against the left wall, beside it to the left is a wooden table, modern art hung over the bed, and a big cabinet that houses the HDTV stood opposite from the bed. Patricia comes into the frame exiting out of the bathroom wearing black jeans, and her hoodie that has been custom designed by ECKO, with her logo printed on the front and pink and white swirls. Now available in stores. Her hair curled, she can't stop grinning.
“Its quiet obvious that you don't follow my match history here in the nCw. Excuse me for not being Ayria St. James. Oh wait, you mean the other half of Bitches With Attitude I beat at Road of Gold IV in that tag team match? But of course you and everybody could say that the only reason I managed to win was simply due to Rayne not fully giving it her all. It was almost as if she wasn't there. Nor am I Zelda Knite. However, this match isn't about Sidney, Ayria St. James, or any other woman in the division. It's about me and you for the Women's World championship at Breaking Away this Sunday.”
She turns toward the bed. You can just make out Trish's own signature on the right pocket of the black hoodie. The cameraman tries to get a close up shoot of her ass. Patricia turns back around waving her finger at the camera.
“And Emma, it's you who don't know me. You may have all that power from your weightlifting, but even that can cause an opponent to lose the match because power moves take a lot out a person. They become too tired, too soon. Its how Sidney was able to beat you. And its how I'll able beat you this Sunday night,” Patricia confidently stated.
“She didn't need power to beat you. In fact, my moves are all about putting down your opponent fast by either a submission or doing the unthinkable to surprise them when they least expect it. I'm also not afraid to grab a steel chair and crack it over your head to ensure myself that my opponent won't get up. I enjoy hearing the sounds they make as I stand over them, and watch as blood oozes out of their forehead. It turns me on.”
She looks down in her hands and unwraps the mint that had been placed on her pillow. Patricia pops it into her mouth. Her dark-raven hair bounces back. You hear the rattle coming off the steel zipper. Patricia pushes with her tongue to position the hard candy between her gum line and her inner right cheek.
“Yeah, I know I'm not going to win a humanitarian of the year award. That's alright by me, I find beauty in making opponents bleed and watch them act so helpless bagging for help. What you saw over the course of a few matches is nothing compared to me and my mindset right now. I am looking to do some serious pain to you that you've never experienced before. Don't worry, I'll make sure that they have some jello pudding reserved when you go into the hospital after our match. I'll even chip in and send you a come back soon card.”
Trish cocks her head to the side with her lip curled upward.
“Not going for a submission move? You should. The longer I'm in the ring against anyone will spell trouble. Because you can do all the power moves you want but I'll keep getting up. I will keep fighting in that ring until I'm either dead, or I'm crippled. Since I don't have plans of heading off to the great beyond, it looks like making me tap would the smart move.”
Patricia jumps into the bed, making herself appear passed out.
“This is your only chance. Pin me now you stupid bitch! I am right here, we'll give this lard ass a ****ing striped shirt, he can be the referee. Come on! Because at that pay-per-view, I won't stop until I have MY damn championship and that bitch announces me the new Women's Champion of the ***damn world. I have come too far to let it slip my hands again.”
She now gets up and sits on the bed.
“You will get tired from using those big powerful moves of yours, Sasquatch. I'll be waiting for that moment so you can finally be kissed Californian style. Sunday is my night. That belt is my Christmas present, so start puckering up Santa.”
Newborne blows a kiss into the camera as it fades into darkness, looking slightly deranged with her creepy grin.