Post by Trish Newborn on Jan 1, 2011 22:15:28 GMT -6
“Minneapolis Meet The Strategist”
Crowne Plaza Hotel[/b]
Downtown Minneapolis, Minnesota
It was New Years to begin with, Patricia had been up all night studying Stephanie’s past matches to get a better understanding on how to deal with her upcoming opponent when the time comes. Outside her hotel window grew this heavy breeze that would make bones turn into solid ice. She had been in Minneapolis only for a short time, and already she remembered why she hated it. Inside the hotel room a few pizza boxes stacked on the nearest table to the door as we find “The Self-Proclaim Queen of the World” sitting in Indian fashion taking notes from the comfort of her bed, in front of her laptop watching the webshow matches featuring Sullivan. Patricia figured it was time to study her opponent.
“Oh, Stephanie,” Patricia says, the audio blurs over with some loud ass guy screaming from the top of his lungs, which sounds like Eric Hardy. She lifts her right eyebrow, and just shakes her head.
“Come on, that Yakuza kick on Roxxxie wasn’t that impressive idiots! If I were in that damn match, I would pulled off more than that piece of sh*t! Oh yeah, I forgot that management had a stick up their asses and decided I wasn't important enough to be on Collision that week. How grand.”
Newborne rolls her eyes.
“I've been bursting my ass trying to inch my way to where I am right now. And all Stephanie Sullivan has to do is show her massive breast in those outfits and dance around the ring day dreaming about how awesome it would be to beat Sydney. And she wins by default. Oh, but let's not talk about how princess psycho takes her own partner out with a chair. Oh no, let's even go down there.”
“Um, Patricia, I don't think the video feed picked up that last part. Try to adjust your mic.”
Patricia nods slowly to the cameraman, starting to adjust her microphone. She looks at him while bringing the mic clipped on her new shirt closer to her lips, “CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?!”
He screamed. The camera shakes a little, and we catch Patricia giving the cameraman the middle finger that's blacked out due to nCw's censorship policy. She goes back to the last bit of that match.
“Moron.”
“Ahh! Real mature.”
Patricia Newborne sees something worth studying. Leaning forward, her finger slides across the smoothness of the touchpad, clicks once, and just like that, Patricia stops the video at the frame displaying Sullivan setting up for The Sully Vin finisher. A smile forms as the camera zooms in.
“And we have a winner.”
“She's been unbeatable since she debuted in nCw.”
“Every unbeatable force has their kryptonite.”
“You want a war? This Sunday, you shall have that war. But I swear I will rain down upon you like I had been blessed by the Gods themselves, with the speed of a billion phoenix's soaring down, attacking their prey with such precise. No little bitch is going to take what is rightful mine! No dream can ever escape the pain that I will cause. Welcome to real world sweetheart. Here's your card.”
- Trish Newborn, 12/29/2010 -[/center][/color]
Date: Saturday, January 1, 2010
Mood: Entertained.
You’re right Stephanie. I don’t know you personally, but after reviewing your video clips and learning every bit of history that there could ever be for one woman. I feel as though we were best friends that have drifted apart over time and now are at each others throats. Your grandmother’s eyes must have lit up the moment see show that ticket, uh? And to know this could be her very last chance to see you perform in front of a live crowd, in front of billions all over the world on pay-per-view, and in front of over twenty different counties to see us perform. Don’t worry; you’ll be getting the bill after I’m done kicking your ass back to the streets of Detroit.
Opps, I wasn’t supposed to mention that you are originally from Detroit, Michigan, was I? Yeah, isn’t the internet just a great source of information on just about anything? By the way, um, that’s not the whole reason I sent out that ticket to your grandmother. You can make all the statements you want about how I won’t be taking you lightly, but at least I’m cleaver enough to have an insurance policy. Oh, I can just picture the things you’re saying in your head but are afraid little Taylor will overhear.
And getting advice from Ayla St. James? Yeah, I’m sure getting advice on how to cry on cue is really going to help your chances against me. Ayla’s an expert at holding a championship title in this company for less than a month. She would know something about being a transitional champion herself as the Millenia Champion and all. I’m sure she threw in tips on how to lose to Sydney for free of charge.
Everyone has a villain whether it’s in comics, story tales, movies, school, or basically anything in our ****ed up culture. We are the only race on this planet that would fight over some ***damn oil. And you want to preach about being the helpless bystander in those fairy tales of yours witnessing others heroic deeds? I'll give you Dorothy, but Little Red Riding Hood didn't do sh*t to the wolf but cry and get scared until the woodsman saved her.
You know what’s real funny? I can tell in those words as you type back a response to my blogs, that I have gotten to you and maybe, just maybe you are slowly snapping in and out of reality and taking a real hard glimpse at your future. This isn't some fairy tale book that you can close and toss away. I am going to kick your ass at the pay-per-view and enjoy watching you squirm your way out of the ring. I am more focused than you could ever imagine.
I, personally don't give a flying crap what you do. But come this Sunday, all those fairy tales and all your little dreams about facing Sydney won't save you against me. Your sweet Sydney isn't going to come down the ring and help you win the match just so you two could finally get some closure. The real world doesn't work like that Technical Princess. I live, I breathe this championship since I took it off those man-hands of Emma.
I'm going to enjoy every moment of this match. Hell, most of the nCw viewers think I'm going to win despite me treating them like crap at the nCw events. You've had to have noticed. They picked little "obnoxious" me over The Technical Princess. I guess grandmother must have been asleep that day for her not to vote for you.
Face facts, hun, I am just better than you. Tomorrow can't come soon enough for me, so I can shut you up. Oh, speaking of which, tell your grandmother I can’t wait to meet her. Hope she baked me some peanut butter cookies, so I can enjoy eating them after our match. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to give you any without first needing a blender to chop them up and let you sip it through a straw.
Nom, nom, nom.