Post by Trish Newborn on Nov 28, 2010 5:57:03 GMT -6
Can you feel it?
I can feel through my bones.
Everywhere I go people from all walks of life would come up to me and say, “You'll never win a championship again Trish. There's too many great competitors that deserve to shine more than you.” People like Emma Danielson believe they know have me all figured out. Like there is some book out labeled with my name in the local library that you can go and check out. Emma Danielson should be overjoyed with happiness to find out I did watch her video. Brutal. Truly brutal. Emma Danielson has been known to have a very short temper. And as you nitwits noticed, I have awaken the beast of Minnesota. She believes herself to be some kind of saint.
It was just early this year Danielson was feuding with a girl named Emma English. In fact, English has beaten you to keep you away from from the championship belt. I know you've had a violent history with her as well. In fact, I like watching every match. I would love to add myself to the long list of people you hate.
In own match it's going to be fun beating you tomorrow in that ring.
Pubs & Sports Bars
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Patricia took a deep breath before drinking away the last bit of Jägerbomb inside the shot. Her mind starts to drift as she closed her eyes thinking about Emma Danielson, the championship, and the upcoming violent match they were going to have at the Pay-Per-View. It was less than a day away now. There was no turning back, and even if there were such an option, Newborne was too proud to take it. She leans her head back so the ears were in perfect alignment with her shoulders. Patricia could feel the weight of the world pouring down. Inside that mind of hers brew ideas of how she could beat Emma. She cringed at the thought of Danielson holding that Women's World championship even as the hours of Breaking Away drew near. Patricia Newborne turned her head slowly, and opened her autumn-like eyes looking directly into the lens of the nCw cameras, who were a few feet away from where she was sitting. She turns her attention back to the barkeep as the next song drifts the airwaves, and slams her hand on the counter.
“Give me another shot.”
Patricia says, motioning with her hand for the bartender to hurry it up. Suddenly, the promo highlighting the pay-per-view is shown. She glazes up, not seeming to care about it too much. However, it had been some time since Patricia heard her name next to a championship title match. Newborne had everything riding on this. If she beat Emma Danielson it would prove she was back on top once more. If she loss the match it would surely send her back down the ladder. The barkeep looks at her while grabbing the bottle and pours the drink.
“You should rest.”
“Who are you? My mother? Just fix my ***damn drink. That is what I'm paying you after all.”
“Yes ma'am.”
He slides her the poisonous liquid across the counter. Patricia grabs it and drinks it down in one gulp feeling it as it run down her throat, shaking her rapidly for a few split seconds before taking another deep breath and placing the drink down. She can only think of this one match. It was time for her nCw legacy to begin. Time to put all childish things aside. If this were a sold out concert Phil Collins would sing emotionally into a sea of screaming fans. If this were Superbowl football field in which the two teams battled on would be the mat. She couldn't wait for the match to start, so that Patricia Newborne could demonstrate she could beat Emma Danielson one-on-one, and also prove to she was one tough bitch. Newborne glances over at the barkeep as he starts adjusting the glasses from behind the counter.
Patricia pops her knuckles and gets herself more comfortable in the chair. She places her money on the table and gets up grabbing her things. She walks toward the camera man swaying her hips as that silky raven-hair bounces. She squats down closer so she's eye level with the lens. Patricia puts her middle finger up. Of course, it's censored by the board.
“See you soon sweetheart. Don't forget to pin me, bitch.”
She just laughs as the feed fades to the chorus of the song.
I can feel through my bones.
Everywhere I go people from all walks of life would come up to me and say, “You'll never win a championship again Trish. There's too many great competitors that deserve to shine more than you.” People like Emma Danielson believe they know have me all figured out. Like there is some book out labeled with my name in the local library that you can go and check out. Emma Danielson should be overjoyed with happiness to find out I did watch her video. Brutal. Truly brutal. Emma Danielson has been known to have a very short temper. And as you nitwits noticed, I have awaken the beast of Minnesota. She believes herself to be some kind of saint.
It was just early this year Danielson was feuding with a girl named Emma English. In fact, English has beaten you to keep you away from from the championship belt. I know you've had a violent history with her as well. In fact, I like watching every match. I would love to add myself to the long list of people you hate.
In own match it's going to be fun beating you tomorrow in that ring.
“In The Air Tonight”
Pubs & Sports Bars
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Patricia took a deep breath before drinking away the last bit of Jägerbomb inside the shot. Her mind starts to drift as she closed her eyes thinking about Emma Danielson, the championship, and the upcoming violent match they were going to have at the Pay-Per-View. It was less than a day away now. There was no turning back, and even if there were such an option, Newborne was too proud to take it. She leans her head back so the ears were in perfect alignment with her shoulders. Patricia could feel the weight of the world pouring down. Inside that mind of hers brew ideas of how she could beat Emma. She cringed at the thought of Danielson holding that Women's World championship even as the hours of Breaking Away drew near. Patricia Newborne turned her head slowly, and opened her autumn-like eyes looking directly into the lens of the nCw cameras, who were a few feet away from where she was sitting. She turns her attention back to the barkeep as the next song drifts the airwaves, and slams her hand on the counter.
I can feel it, comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord.
I've been waitin' for this moment, all my life, oh Lord.
Can you feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord?
Oh Lord.
I've been waitin' for this moment, all my life, oh Lord.
Can you feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh Lord?
Oh Lord.
“Give me another shot.”
Patricia says, motioning with her hand for the bartender to hurry it up. Suddenly, the promo highlighting the pay-per-view is shown. She glazes up, not seeming to care about it too much. However, it had been some time since Patricia heard her name next to a championship title match. Newborne had everything riding on this. If she beat Emma Danielson it would prove she was back on top once more. If she loss the match it would surely send her back down the ladder. The barkeep looks at her while grabbing the bottle and pours the drink.
“You should rest.”
“Who are you? My mother? Just fix my ***damn drink. That is what I'm paying you after all.”
“Yes ma'am.”
He slides her the poisonous liquid across the counter. Patricia grabs it and drinks it down in one gulp feeling it as it run down her throat, shaking her rapidly for a few split seconds before taking another deep breath and placing the drink down. She can only think of this one match. It was time for her nCw legacy to begin. Time to put all childish things aside. If this were a sold out concert Phil Collins would sing emotionally into a sea of screaming fans. If this were Superbowl football field in which the two teams battled on would be the mat. She couldn't wait for the match to start, so that Patricia Newborne could demonstrate she could beat Emma Danielson one-on-one, and also prove to she was one tough bitch. Newborne glances over at the barkeep as he starts adjusting the glasses from behind the counter.
Well I remember, I remember, don't worry.
How could I ever forget?
It's the first time and the last time we ever met.
But I have know the reason why you keep your silence, oh.
No you don't fool me.
'Cause the hurt doesn't show.
The pain still grows.
It's stranger to you and me.
How could I ever forget?
It's the first time and the last time we ever met.
But I have know the reason why you keep your silence, oh.
No you don't fool me.
'Cause the hurt doesn't show.
The pain still grows.
It's stranger to you and me.
Patricia pops her knuckles and gets herself more comfortable in the chair. She places her money on the table and gets up grabbing her things. She walks toward the camera man swaying her hips as that silky raven-hair bounces. She squats down closer so she's eye level with the lens. Patricia puts her middle finger up. Of course, it's censored by the board.
“See you soon sweetheart. Don't forget to pin me, bitch.”
She just laughs as the feed fades to the chorus of the song.