Post by Trish Newborn on Dec 29, 2010 22:00:54 GMT -6
Date: Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Mood: Not Impressed.
Ever since humanity had graced the earth and evolved, we have been the dominant species that has proved time and time again that we truly belong here. We evolved from simply primates into vastly thinking machines that has the ability to our brains and progress at an aiming rank. What I did two weeks ago wasn’t as much as a statement as it was showing my dominance as the top female in this wild, untamed jungle. Stephanie, you can ask your grandmother anything you want. You can ask your grandmother for advice on how to build a time machine only using tin trash cans and hanger. Or, you can even ask her how it feels to know that in her old age she won’t be able to see this supposed great technical princess become a full-fledged Queen before she dies.
You like to bring up your past history in this Ring of Beauty and everything you accomplished there like it were some kind of ****ing trophy that will magically make me afraid of you. This isn’t Ring of Beauty sweetheart. Like I said two weeks ago… You aren’t worthy enough to be a contender for my title. I’d consider that deadbeat Joe Everyman before lacing up my boots against someone the likes of you.
You beat that slut Roxxxie? What a surprise it was just two months ago she was on the receiving end of my deadly kick ending up on the ground motionless. Beaten Ayla St. James, too? Been there and bought the official t-shirt with her lame ass soap opera on DVD. And aww, you managed to become the one hundredth person to score a pinfall over Emma Danielson. That’s something that deserves to go on the refrigerator next to your macaroni art your grandmother loves so much.
Stephanie, I’m going to be frank with you here. You’ve beaten everyone I’ve already beaten or simply destroyed in that ring. Hell, you talk about things that aren’t any importance to me. Not to mention that you have this weird idea that if you win my title that Sydney is going to notice you. They’re called a psychiatrist. Use one before you even think of walking down that ramp this Sunday for our match.
Date: Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Location: Outside Minneapolis
With Christmas over with and the slow approach of a brand new year looming in the shadows, Patricia Newborne had guaranteed that she would end 2010 as the nCw Women’s World Champion. She managed to overcome the odds, and in the face of defeat, she spit in its face of everyone who doubted her abilities to beat Emma Danielson and captured her first title in New Championship Wrestling. On that same night, a challenger for her championship was named, when newcomer Stephanie Sullivan made short work of Roxxxie just before the Breaking Away pay-per-view went live. The Technical Princess verses The Self-Proclaimed Queen of the World. This isn’t a fairy tale written by Charles Perrault.
There is no prince charming to rescue the princess from a deep slumber. And there are no such animals that willing to aid against the evil Queen. This is one fairy tale that would crush the hopes and dreams of young girls all over the world, so that they will grow up know how the rule world works. We open to a view of Minneapolis as they try to recover from the Winter Emergency they had just days ago. Snowplows are seen pushing snow out of the streets, and people snuggle closely to the warmth of their coats as the chill floats in the atmosphere above.
The camera pans around and spots Patricia Newborn sitting down on a branch near an open clearing, on her shoulder is the her nCw Women's championship. She slowly raises her head, placing the cigarette from her mouth on the ground as smoke appears out of her nose and you see her lungs exhale. The cameraman zooms in to find the intensity pouring out of Newborne's face. She was ready.
“Well Stephanie Sullivan, I hope your grandmother received my Christmas present this past weekend when I invited her to the front row for Time to Riot. It’s a great view of all the action. And I know how sharing those family moments are special to the Sullivan clan. In fact, I am going to push you over the edge and at your breaking point come this Sunday to prove to the rest of the world that you are not even worthy enough to be in the same ring as me, much less be a contender for my title. But what about all those bitches you beat to get that contendership?”
Patricia shakes her head, displeased.
“You are nothing more than a Trish Newborn poser. Everyone you’ve beaten here has been inside the ring with me at one point or another. Sydney doesn’t give two ****s about you or me. The difference between you and me are simply like night and day, I could care less what that brat thinks. But with you, it has become almost like a rite of passage that needs to be fulfilled. I’m sorry but I gave up caring about five seconds into hearing about your whole revenge pilot when I'm focused on the here and now.”
“Stephanie, I don’t think you get it. At Time to Riot, that’s where the line will start to separate the difference between you and me. You won’t defeat me like I did when I beat Emma for this championship belt - that just won’t happen. I have stormed the nCw Women’s division because I am just that damn awesome. And whether you or anyone else wants to believe that is entirely up to you. I have made history by ending the short reign of Emma Danielson, and I refuse to join her in that category. You segments with your grandmother are over. It’s time to grow the **** up and become independent...”
Patricia pauses for a second, turning her head off to the side and having her arms close to her chest. She looks back with her cold expression that only blinks once.
“You can say what you want, but this Sunday everyone will watch as the Technical Princess falls into the black abyss and not even her grandmother will be able to save her. There's an ending for you.”
With that, the cameras slowly fade and YouTube's replay pops for all the nCw fans to click or view something related to women's wrestling. One is a video montage of the upcoming title match between Trish Newborn and Stephanie Sullivan at Time to Riot.
Mood: Not Impressed.
Ever since humanity had graced the earth and evolved, we have been the dominant species that has proved time and time again that we truly belong here. We evolved from simply primates into vastly thinking machines that has the ability to our brains and progress at an aiming rank. What I did two weeks ago wasn’t as much as a statement as it was showing my dominance as the top female in this wild, untamed jungle. Stephanie, you can ask your grandmother anything you want. You can ask your grandmother for advice on how to build a time machine only using tin trash cans and hanger. Or, you can even ask her how it feels to know that in her old age she won’t be able to see this supposed great technical princess become a full-fledged Queen before she dies.
You like to bring up your past history in this Ring of Beauty and everything you accomplished there like it were some kind of ****ing trophy that will magically make me afraid of you. This isn’t Ring of Beauty sweetheart. Like I said two weeks ago… You aren’t worthy enough to be a contender for my title. I’d consider that deadbeat Joe Everyman before lacing up my boots against someone the likes of you.
You beat that slut Roxxxie? What a surprise it was just two months ago she was on the receiving end of my deadly kick ending up on the ground motionless. Beaten Ayla St. James, too? Been there and bought the official t-shirt with her lame ass soap opera on DVD. And aww, you managed to become the one hundredth person to score a pinfall over Emma Danielson. That’s something that deserves to go on the refrigerator next to your macaroni art your grandmother loves so much.
Stephanie, I’m going to be frank with you here. You’ve beaten everyone I’ve already beaten or simply destroyed in that ring. Hell, you talk about things that aren’t any importance to me. Not to mention that you have this weird idea that if you win my title that Sydney is going to notice you. They’re called a psychiatrist. Use one before you even think of walking down that ramp this Sunday for our match.
“Patricia Explains It All”
Date: Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Location: Outside Minneapolis
With Christmas over with and the slow approach of a brand new year looming in the shadows, Patricia Newborne had guaranteed that she would end 2010 as the nCw Women’s World Champion. She managed to overcome the odds, and in the face of defeat, she spit in its face of everyone who doubted her abilities to beat Emma Danielson and captured her first title in New Championship Wrestling. On that same night, a challenger for her championship was named, when newcomer Stephanie Sullivan made short work of Roxxxie just before the Breaking Away pay-per-view went live. The Technical Princess verses The Self-Proclaimed Queen of the World. This isn’t a fairy tale written by Charles Perrault.
There is no prince charming to rescue the princess from a deep slumber. And there are no such animals that willing to aid against the evil Queen. This is one fairy tale that would crush the hopes and dreams of young girls all over the world, so that they will grow up know how the rule world works. We open to a view of Minneapolis as they try to recover from the Winter Emergency they had just days ago. Snowplows are seen pushing snow out of the streets, and people snuggle closely to the warmth of their coats as the chill floats in the atmosphere above.
The camera pans around and spots Patricia Newborn sitting down on a branch near an open clearing, on her shoulder is the her nCw Women's championship. She slowly raises her head, placing the cigarette from her mouth on the ground as smoke appears out of her nose and you see her lungs exhale. The cameraman zooms in to find the intensity pouring out of Newborne's face. She was ready.
“Well Stephanie Sullivan, I hope your grandmother received my Christmas present this past weekend when I invited her to the front row for Time to Riot. It’s a great view of all the action. And I know how sharing those family moments are special to the Sullivan clan. In fact, I am going to push you over the edge and at your breaking point come this Sunday to prove to the rest of the world that you are not even worthy enough to be in the same ring as me, much less be a contender for my title. But what about all those bitches you beat to get that contendership?”
Patricia shakes her head, displeased.
“You are nothing more than a Trish Newborn poser. Everyone you’ve beaten here has been inside the ring with me at one point or another. Sydney doesn’t give two ****s about you or me. The difference between you and me are simply like night and day, I could care less what that brat thinks. But with you, it has become almost like a rite of passage that needs to be fulfilled. I’m sorry but I gave up caring about five seconds into hearing about your whole revenge pilot when I'm focused on the here and now.”
“Stephanie, I don’t think you get it. At Time to Riot, that’s where the line will start to separate the difference between you and me. You won’t defeat me like I did when I beat Emma for this championship belt - that just won’t happen. I have stormed the nCw Women’s division because I am just that damn awesome. And whether you or anyone else wants to believe that is entirely up to you. I have made history by ending the short reign of Emma Danielson, and I refuse to join her in that category. You segments with your grandmother are over. It’s time to grow the **** up and become independent...”
Patricia pauses for a second, turning her head off to the side and having her arms close to her chest. She looks back with her cold expression that only blinks once.
“You can say what you want, but this Sunday everyone will watch as the Technical Princess falls into the black abyss and not even her grandmother will be able to save her. There's an ending for you.”
With that, the cameras slowly fade and YouTube's replay pops for all the nCw fans to click or view something related to women's wrestling. One is a video montage of the upcoming title match between Trish Newborn and Stephanie Sullivan at Time to Riot.