Post by Trish Newborn on Mar 12, 2011 22:49:48 GMT -6
Hmm, I heard you are struggling against me Roxxxie. I know I’m not the easiest person to get ready for, especially after coming off such a loss by mini-zilla. And to show you that I really care about our relationship, I am going to go buy you something that will turn that frown upside down and give a feeling of accomplishment before we go head-to-head this Sunday. You are going to just love it. But Roxxxie, thank you for those kind words and inspiration you given, so that maybe one day I could turn over a new leaf and be grateful about this moment we are about to share in the ring together… Sadly, I don’t feel like playing the hero role in our epic saga there, Rat Queen.
Trust me I wouldn’t look so good with a pale complexion. Think Twilight only far worse. But I should totally do that for an awesome Halloween costume! Seriously though Roxxxie, we are less than 24 hours away before the lights from the rafters shine down on your body causing sweat to pour out of you. The adrenaline that pumps inside your heart as fans all over the world is watching you. This is the chance to go to little Ander Jo Jo, and tell him how his mommy got to wrestle in the most intense match she’s ever been involved in… and got her ass kicked by the Queen of nCw Pay-Per-View.
You want to call yourself a messiah… really? I have crushed a Goddess that had almost the same prophecies about going into the pay-per-view and dethroning me. I had a Princess be forced out of a match despite her own wishes just to hold on to that belt. And then there is this messiah looking at me and saying that she is going to give new hope for the Women’s division. So Kelly was wrong when she said me and Zelda are two of the most dominate champions in the division.
Face it Roxxxie, you are just a jealous little slut who wished they were me.
Because honey… a savior you are not. You are a joke. I don’t feel the need to bow down to someone just because you have a world record in how many men you can seduce in bed. If I did, it would have happened with Crystal and that stupid Goddess of Rose crap, not to someone that use to sell their services for money and rent cheap, run down hotels.
Date: Saturday, March 12, 2011
Location: Raleigh Marriott City Center
Our scene opens with the camera panning around the luxuriant Raleigh Marriott City Center hotel as the sky appears like a milky pink blanket mixing in with fluffy white clouds as the sun starts to come up from its slumber. A door knob jiggles as our cameras fade to the hotel room of Patricia Newborne, as she walks inside with a questionable expression and a small bag in her hand. Strangely, the door was unlocked when Newborne knew she locked it before she left last night going out with Jennifer. Patricia places the keys on the counter beside the door, and moves toward the living room arena.
“You know you really need to make a compliant about that.”
She turns to find her step-sister sitting on Patricia’s bed waving.
“It was way too easy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just around and thought I could visit my step-step.”
Newborne’s eyes narrowed.
“No, really, what are you doing here?”
“Don’t believe me? Alright, so I dropped by because I might need somewhere to stay with this baby and all, and you do have that extra place in Boston.”
Roxana tries to push herself up, but it takes Patricia's help then she walks around looking while twirling her redish hair around her finger. Everyone gets a good camera angle of Roxana as you see her wearing a maternity shirt and pants. Newborne's eyes follow Roxana into the living room.
“What happened to Eric? He left you, didn’t he? I told—”
“Absolutely not, besides dad doesn’t want me around their place while they spray for bugs again. And we’re fine. Last I heard, he was doing a match in Germany. What’s in the bag?”
“Well since I am facing someone at the pay-per-view who has been struggling with ideas, I started to search around town for the perfect thing to solve all her problems. I mean with her boy toy busy doing other stuff, I can see how she can be struggling against me, so I got her this…”
Patricia reaches inside and pulls out something long that is pixelated. Roxana grabs it.
“She needs all the help she can get when facing me. You got to love those Magic Wands. They are so perfect for anything and everything for women.”
“You want to go grab some breakfast at Burger Palace? I got time to kill.”
“Let’s hope there are no fat people.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“I’ll tell you in the car...”
Roxana tosses the censored item on the couch and the girls grab their coats and head out the door prepared for anything as the scene slowly fades away.
Crossroads is drawing near Roxxxie, and that means the Women’s World title is slowly slipping away from your reach. Its okay, I might end up pulling dropping it after I retire from the ring. And as for that rematch, good luck with getting one because I have a long list of bitches I need to face before I work my way back down to the trailer trash section of the division. But since you are the savior of the company, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble at all reaching back up to the spotlight soon enough.
I'm going into that match looking for my title. I don't care who I hurt as long as it comes home to me... you beat me twice but there will be no third charm for you.
Your back will be in good hands when we lock up tomorrow.
Trust me I wouldn’t look so good with a pale complexion. Think Twilight only far worse. But I should totally do that for an awesome Halloween costume! Seriously though Roxxxie, we are less than 24 hours away before the lights from the rafters shine down on your body causing sweat to pour out of you. The adrenaline that pumps inside your heart as fans all over the world is watching you. This is the chance to go to little Ander Jo Jo, and tell him how his mommy got to wrestle in the most intense match she’s ever been involved in… and got her ass kicked by the Queen of nCw Pay-Per-View.
You want to call yourself a messiah… really? I have crushed a Goddess that had almost the same prophecies about going into the pay-per-view and dethroning me. I had a Princess be forced out of a match despite her own wishes just to hold on to that belt. And then there is this messiah looking at me and saying that she is going to give new hope for the Women’s division. So Kelly was wrong when she said me and Zelda are two of the most dominate champions in the division.
Face it Roxxxie, you are just a jealous little slut who wished they were me.
Because honey… a savior you are not. You are a joke. I don’t feel the need to bow down to someone just because you have a world record in how many men you can seduce in bed. If I did, it would have happened with Crystal and that stupid Goddess of Rose crap, not to someone that use to sell their services for money and rent cheap, run down hotels.
Date: Saturday, March 12, 2011
Location: Raleigh Marriott City Center
Our scene opens with the camera panning around the luxuriant Raleigh Marriott City Center hotel as the sky appears like a milky pink blanket mixing in with fluffy white clouds as the sun starts to come up from its slumber. A door knob jiggles as our cameras fade to the hotel room of Patricia Newborne, as she walks inside with a questionable expression and a small bag in her hand. Strangely, the door was unlocked when Newborne knew she locked it before she left last night going out with Jennifer. Patricia places the keys on the counter beside the door, and moves toward the living room arena.
“You know you really need to make a compliant about that.”
She turns to find her step-sister sitting on Patricia’s bed waving.
“It was way too easy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just around and thought I could visit my step-step.”
Newborne’s eyes narrowed.
“No, really, what are you doing here?”
“Don’t believe me? Alright, so I dropped by because I might need somewhere to stay with this baby and all, and you do have that extra place in Boston.”
Roxana tries to push herself up, but it takes Patricia's help then she walks around looking while twirling her redish hair around her finger. Everyone gets a good camera angle of Roxana as you see her wearing a maternity shirt and pants. Newborne's eyes follow Roxana into the living room.
“What happened to Eric? He left you, didn’t he? I told—”
“Absolutely not, besides dad doesn’t want me around their place while they spray for bugs again. And we’re fine. Last I heard, he was doing a match in Germany. What’s in the bag?”
“Well since I am facing someone at the pay-per-view who has been struggling with ideas, I started to search around town for the perfect thing to solve all her problems. I mean with her boy toy busy doing other stuff, I can see how she can be struggling against me, so I got her this…”
Patricia reaches inside and pulls out something long that is pixelated. Roxana grabs it.
“She needs all the help she can get when facing me. You got to love those Magic Wands. They are so perfect for anything and everything for women.”
“You want to go grab some breakfast at Burger Palace? I got time to kill.”
“Let’s hope there are no fat people.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“I’ll tell you in the car...”
Roxana tosses the censored item on the couch and the girls grab their coats and head out the door prepared for anything as the scene slowly fades away.
Crossroads is drawing near Roxxxie, and that means the Women’s World title is slowly slipping away from your reach. Its okay, I might end up pulling dropping it after I retire from the ring. And as for that rematch, good luck with getting one because I have a long list of bitches I need to face before I work my way back down to the trailer trash section of the division. But since you are the savior of the company, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble at all reaching back up to the spotlight soon enough.
I'm going into that match looking for my title. I don't care who I hurt as long as it comes home to me... you beat me twice but there will be no third charm for you.
Your back will be in good hands when we lock up tomorrow.