Post by Trish Newborn on Mar 12, 2011 8:10:12 GMT -6
I really don’t get these ladies, and whatever Emma is. I mean they just can’t accept that I’m just better than they are because I was breed of success. With a background in underground street fighting, being trained by some of the best trainers the world has ever seen and the DNA of two physicians. I honestly wished I could jump inside their minds, and I could see for myself what these stupid morons see. When my father died in that accident I didn’t go to hide, crying hours afterward.
No, I went head-to head with the challenge and I've dealt with it.
My Crossroads has presented itself to me. I have the chance to take the Women’s World title from Roxxxie, and become the first nCw woman to hold the championship twice. Or, I could just let Roxxxie beat me in this rematch and prove all the naysayers right about me. That I am nothing more than an one hit wonder and the flame I did have extinguished and died inside me, that I can’t beat the tattoo perversion that makes up the current title holding little bitch! Those are the thoughts that rolled through my mind over the past two weeks since our last encounter on Collision for my title.
Last week I may not have won my match against Zelda, but I did succeed in costing Roxxxie her first match wearing the championship title. Now if I remember, she made a big deal out of my weekly matches each time I faced her and to be honest, despite me showing up Tattoo Girl should have overcome the odds and showed the entire world that she is someone not to mess with.
Roxxxie, you have been on my ass and you can’t even beat Miss Booger Brains McGee? Where the hell is that focus you preach to me on what seems a daily basis? It doesn’t matter if I showed up in your match; I didn’t hit your ass with a steel chair until after Desiree picked up the win. Whatever happened to that fearless rebel fighting spirit we’ve all seen these past few weeks? Don’t worry I won’t throw another history lesson that I can use my own personal spin on and make you look like a stupid twat. I know I’ve been branded a history buff around the locker room.
However, there is a lot riding on this rematch against you, Tattoo Girl. And if I defeat you, Amy that means Roxxxie will forever be remembered as the shortest reigning Women’s World champion in nCw history. That is like being forced to see Emma Danielson enter a bikini contest and have its sack peeking out. I’ve seen women come into this division since I joined back in September, and I’ve seen them leave within a blank of the eye. I outlasted women who were said to have very good promising careers in the company, and then they disappear like that Annabella chick.
Morons can hate me all they want, but the facts don’t lie that I am still an equally dominate force in nCw Women’s division, especially when it comes to the title picture. I remember two weeks after you first arrived in nCw, remember that? You should, because it was the first time we ever faced one another and it ended with us both getting knocked out and the match’s conclusion was a draw. That was when you became annoying to me. And as time grew I have started to picturing, manifesting almost into this grit of dirt underneath my boots. Your championship reign has been fun, but when management wants someone that knows how to get things done in that ring like I did last week, they come to me…
Date: Friday, March 11, 2011
Location: Legends Nightclub Complex; Raleigh, North Carolina
Our scene opens with seductive bodies swaying to the pulse of Mary, Mary by Chumbawamba as it floods through the airwaves and the camera pans back to get a wide view of a darken club known to tourist and locals alike as the Legends Nightclub Complex. It was packed. Flashing lights strobe the darkness in an array of different colors ranging from blue to green to purple. Over to the right you see a small bar area that is located a few feet from the dance floor, and it is there that we find Patricia sitting down with a simple, but elegant black dress and matching shoes.
“Patricia? Patricia Newborne?”
A male’s voice can be heard as Patricia doesn’t seem to notice the gentleman standing right behind her. You see, Patricia was still fixated on what had occurred this past Sunday between herself and Roxxxie. She envisioned it being replayed and it made her smile, happily. Meanwhile, the man thought he might as well try one last time to talk to the beautiful Californian and so he taps her shoulder gently.
“Hm? Uh, I don’t…”
Snapping back to the realm of reality, Patricia turns around to see this tall man standing a few feet behind her stood wearing a white suit and tie that looked about 6’8. In his left hand was a bottle of beer. The strong musk scent travels to Newborne’s noise making it twitch a little as she turns away to the side while pinching her noise tight before looking back at him.
“You are planning on killing a bear with that stuff, Dickhead?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Never mind, what do you want? I’m not going to strain my neck looking up at you all night.”
“I’m Jimmy... as in Jimmy Lee Smith from San Diego High, we went to school together since the fifth grade and wow, you look third times as beautiful as you were back then.”
Jimmy is dumbfounded and taken back by Newborne’s model appearance.
“Yeah… well I don’t remember you, but if you don’t sit your ass down I’m going to remember you as the creepy tall guy that got knocked down to size because I kicked him in the balls.”
“Alright, you know I just moved to Raleigh—“
And as if things slowed down, the bottle that Jimmy was holding suddenly takes flight as he trips over his own feet and can only watch it about to make a crash landing. Like magic, everything comes back at normal speed and the bottle ends on a surprised Newborne with her mouth hanging open.
“Are… are you okay?”
Silence comes from Patricia who still has her mouth open in utter shock. Just at that moment another woman enters the picture wearing a classy outfit and reddish hair. She rushes over to Newborne.
“Patricia, what happened?”
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to spoil beer on you…”
She slowly turns her head to this unknown woman with a deadly stare.
“Jennifer, let’s go somewhere else right NOW!”
“B-But we just here 15 minutes ago.”
“NOW!”
“Alright, baby we’ll go.”
Patricia gets up, and she starts trying to brush everything off her body when Jimmy decides to pat down the spill on Newborne’s black dress. This just pisses off Patricia.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!”
Slapping his hands away, she storms off giving the guy a finger heading to the Women’s restroom, tossing those black locks back. Jennifer is left standing around like an idiot until Patricia yanks her out of the scene and the two women walk out to a starry night in the clubs parking lot.
“Okay, who the hell was that?”
“Another admirer wanting to say they knew me from before I was famous, and then drop the bombshell that they need to borrow money like everyone else! I should have never come here. All I could think about was how Roxxxie’s skull was crushed against the steel chair I held. Her suffering was only the beginning for that ex-tramp and every one of her followers. We’ve known each other since Breaking Point. You know that I don’t back down for nobody. Period.”
“I know I’ve heard that over and over again. It’s become like your bible.”
Newborne clicks the automatic unlock on her rent red car that’s shining off the light bouncing off the nearest lamp light as Patricia turns, causing Jennifer to bump into her.
“That’s why I’m the best of best, no one is better than Trish.”
Patricia open its doors and getting inside cherry red car with Jennifer doing the same. The scene fades with them driving off. The championship were two more days, and Newborne was ready for anything Roxxxie threw at her in those promos, she was ready for the next stage in her life in nCw.
Calling a conference call before the show, uh? You know Roxxxie, great thing knowing my chair shot last week made a mark. I’ll make damn sure that next chair shot is going to last a lot longer than a few hours when it breaks your skull in. I’m aiming to hurt more than your pride. And dry humping, that’s real cute coming from someone who has had experience with that term in more ways than one. I don’t even want to think what else you’ve done to yourself in acts of humiliation for small change, but then again times have changed. I can’t wait for you to witness how I changed in two weeks.
You’re all out of life lines… Opps…
How does it feel that regardless of the outcome, you are overshadowed by not only Zelda Knite’s successful title run but also mine as well?
No, I went head-to head with the challenge and I've dealt with it.
My Crossroads has presented itself to me. I have the chance to take the Women’s World title from Roxxxie, and become the first nCw woman to hold the championship twice. Or, I could just let Roxxxie beat me in this rematch and prove all the naysayers right about me. That I am nothing more than an one hit wonder and the flame I did have extinguished and died inside me, that I can’t beat the tattoo perversion that makes up the current title holding little bitch! Those are the thoughts that rolled through my mind over the past two weeks since our last encounter on Collision for my title.
Last week I may not have won my match against Zelda, but I did succeed in costing Roxxxie her first match wearing the championship title. Now if I remember, she made a big deal out of my weekly matches each time I faced her and to be honest, despite me showing up Tattoo Girl should have overcome the odds and showed the entire world that she is someone not to mess with.
Roxxxie, you have been on my ass and you can’t even beat Miss Booger Brains McGee? Where the hell is that focus you preach to me on what seems a daily basis? It doesn’t matter if I showed up in your match; I didn’t hit your ass with a steel chair until after Desiree picked up the win. Whatever happened to that fearless rebel fighting spirit we’ve all seen these past few weeks? Don’t worry I won’t throw another history lesson that I can use my own personal spin on and make you look like a stupid twat. I know I’ve been branded a history buff around the locker room.
However, there is a lot riding on this rematch against you, Tattoo Girl. And if I defeat you, Amy that means Roxxxie will forever be remembered as the shortest reigning Women’s World champion in nCw history. That is like being forced to see Emma Danielson enter a bikini contest and have its sack peeking out. I’ve seen women come into this division since I joined back in September, and I’ve seen them leave within a blank of the eye. I outlasted women who were said to have very good promising careers in the company, and then they disappear like that Annabella chick.
Morons can hate me all they want, but the facts don’t lie that I am still an equally dominate force in nCw Women’s division, especially when it comes to the title picture. I remember two weeks after you first arrived in nCw, remember that? You should, because it was the first time we ever faced one another and it ended with us both getting knocked out and the match’s conclusion was a draw. That was when you became annoying to me. And as time grew I have started to picturing, manifesting almost into this grit of dirt underneath my boots. Your championship reign has been fun, but when management wants someone that knows how to get things done in that ring like I did last week, they come to me…
Date: Friday, March 11, 2011
Location: Legends Nightclub Complex; Raleigh, North Carolina
Our scene opens with seductive bodies swaying to the pulse of Mary, Mary by Chumbawamba as it floods through the airwaves and the camera pans back to get a wide view of a darken club known to tourist and locals alike as the Legends Nightclub Complex. It was packed. Flashing lights strobe the darkness in an array of different colors ranging from blue to green to purple. Over to the right you see a small bar area that is located a few feet from the dance floor, and it is there that we find Patricia sitting down with a simple, but elegant black dress and matching shoes.
“Patricia? Patricia Newborne?”
A male’s voice can be heard as Patricia doesn’t seem to notice the gentleman standing right behind her. You see, Patricia was still fixated on what had occurred this past Sunday between herself and Roxxxie. She envisioned it being replayed and it made her smile, happily. Meanwhile, the man thought he might as well try one last time to talk to the beautiful Californian and so he taps her shoulder gently.
“Hm? Uh, I don’t…”
Snapping back to the realm of reality, Patricia turns around to see this tall man standing a few feet behind her stood wearing a white suit and tie that looked about 6’8. In his left hand was a bottle of beer. The strong musk scent travels to Newborne’s noise making it twitch a little as she turns away to the side while pinching her noise tight before looking back at him.
“You are planning on killing a bear with that stuff, Dickhead?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Never mind, what do you want? I’m not going to strain my neck looking up at you all night.”
“I’m Jimmy... as in Jimmy Lee Smith from San Diego High, we went to school together since the fifth grade and wow, you look third times as beautiful as you were back then.”
Jimmy is dumbfounded and taken back by Newborne’s model appearance.
“Yeah… well I don’t remember you, but if you don’t sit your ass down I’m going to remember you as the creepy tall guy that got knocked down to size because I kicked him in the balls.”
“Alright, you know I just moved to Raleigh—“
And as if things slowed down, the bottle that Jimmy was holding suddenly takes flight as he trips over his own feet and can only watch it about to make a crash landing. Like magic, everything comes back at normal speed and the bottle ends on a surprised Newborne with her mouth hanging open.
“Are… are you okay?”
Silence comes from Patricia who still has her mouth open in utter shock. Just at that moment another woman enters the picture wearing a classy outfit and reddish hair. She rushes over to Newborne.
“Patricia, what happened?”
“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to spoil beer on you…”
She slowly turns her head to this unknown woman with a deadly stare.
“Jennifer, let’s go somewhere else right NOW!”
“B-But we just here 15 minutes ago.”
“NOW!”
“Alright, baby we’ll go.”
Patricia gets up, and she starts trying to brush everything off her body when Jimmy decides to pat down the spill on Newborne’s black dress. This just pisses off Patricia.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!”
Slapping his hands away, she storms off giving the guy a finger heading to the Women’s restroom, tossing those black locks back. Jennifer is left standing around like an idiot until Patricia yanks her out of the scene and the two women walk out to a starry night in the clubs parking lot.
“Okay, who the hell was that?”
“Another admirer wanting to say they knew me from before I was famous, and then drop the bombshell that they need to borrow money like everyone else! I should have never come here. All I could think about was how Roxxxie’s skull was crushed against the steel chair I held. Her suffering was only the beginning for that ex-tramp and every one of her followers. We’ve known each other since Breaking Point. You know that I don’t back down for nobody. Period.”
“I know I’ve heard that over and over again. It’s become like your bible.”
Newborne clicks the automatic unlock on her rent red car that’s shining off the light bouncing off the nearest lamp light as Patricia turns, causing Jennifer to bump into her.
“That’s why I’m the best of best, no one is better than Trish.”
Patricia open its doors and getting inside cherry red car with Jennifer doing the same. The scene fades with them driving off. The championship were two more days, and Newborne was ready for anything Roxxxie threw at her in those promos, she was ready for the next stage in her life in nCw.
Calling a conference call before the show, uh? You know Roxxxie, great thing knowing my chair shot last week made a mark. I’ll make damn sure that next chair shot is going to last a lot longer than a few hours when it breaks your skull in. I’m aiming to hurt more than your pride. And dry humping, that’s real cute coming from someone who has had experience with that term in more ways than one. I don’t even want to think what else you’ve done to yourself in acts of humiliation for small change, but then again times have changed. I can’t wait for you to witness how I changed in two weeks.
You’re all out of life lines… Opps…
How does it feel that regardless of the outcome, you are overshadowed by not only Zelda Knite’s successful title run but also mine as well?