Post by Trish Newborn on Apr 15, 2011 22:45:24 GMT -6
Date: Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Location: Santa Monica, California
A white Mazda RX-8 pulls into the scene as it opens to a hot day in California. Its speakers are toned to the melody of the music as the sun beams down on the pavement causing a shimmering heat wave to form as it becomes late in the afternoon, and there are hardly any vehicles running the roads. A giant house can be seen off in the distances surrounded by trees with a few flowers lined up in a roll under the windows. The car door opens, and suddenly a women’s leg appears from out of the door as the music and engine stops and it is soon clearly shown that the leg belongs to Patricia Newborne.
“That’s great Roberto, I am sure that everyone can handle things without your Queen running things backstage in the Young Guns locker room. There is a reason Venom and Charlie picked us instead of the stupid Rat Pack members after all. Just go out there and kick some ass.”
Patricia, with cell phone in her grip, gets out of the car and is met by a maid. She snaps her fingers and points to the luggage. A warm breeze blows her hair a bit.
“Well, you know you do deserve to go up against him for some retribution at the pay-per-view. You just have to get by this week, and I have full confidence in your ability. We Italians have to stick together. I got to go, keep me informed.”
She acknowledges the maid’s presence as Patricia closes the phone.
“Is mother home?”
“Yes ma’am. Mrs. Newborne is out back waiting for your arrival. Lady Patricia, if I may, did you enjoy your flight back to California? I know Daisy has missed you since your last visit during Christmas.”
“The food tasted like **** and the flight was delayed for a few hours. And Annetta, do not try to suck up to me. Ever. Is that understood?”
Annetta quickly lowers her head and nods as they make the long walk to the house. They pass a waving gardener trimming brushes, which Patricia looks and snarls causing the worker to become frantic with fear and rushes him to continue to work. Newborne looks back to the road with a sadistic smirk. The two women slowly approach the front door, with its gold trimming around the glass stained window. Patricia twists the door knob, walking into her mother’s house only to be taken back by a huge burst of cold air coming from the air conditioning.
“Yeah, welcome home to the place Frosty the Snowman likes to take his vacation.”
“I thought I heard sarcastic remarks from my loving daughter.”
Ironically, Patricia’s mother appears in shorts and a female polo shirt. Newborne doesn’t seem surprised by this, and rolls her eyes shutting the door and walking into the entryway foyer of the house.
“Just shoot me now.”
“Good to see you too, sweetheart. Um, Annetta dear, please place Patricia’s things in the upstairs guest room and prepare the fish laid out in the counter.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Annetta exits. Patricia's mother extends her arms out.
“Well don’t just stand around here. Let’s go into living room while we wait on dinner to be done.”
Patricia turns her head toward her mother.
“Glad to see Grandfather’s business is still the provider of the House of Newborne.”
“Be grateful, dear, your grandfather would have wanted us to happy. He did not come to America from Francavilla di Sicilia, working part time jobs and having to go to law school for everything we have got for nothing. He went on to becom—”
“Become a successful lawyer and opened his own law firm. Mother you told this story a dozen times.”
“Patricia, why are you here? Have you finally given up wrestling and decided to go back to modeling?”
“Is that your medical opinion? And no, I made my decision years ago and I am sticking to it mother. Besides I am going up for another chance to become a World champion again, I just thought it would be awesome to take a break and visit my family. But I guess since I am not a Super Model and decided that working for a living was something I really wanted even, and I’m going to continue doing it until I die.”
“It’s not like you are unwelcome…”
Patricia looks around and notices there are still no pictures of her father anywhere. All her brown eyes could see are pictures of David and her mother, and a few of Roxana and herself.
“Still no pictures of dad, I see.”
She turns and faces the door outside.
“**** it; I’m better off staying at the Fairmont Miramar Hotel. You can send my things there.”
“Tell me this; is it worth injury or even worse to go into a dangerous profession? I don’t want to get a phone call late in the evening from whatever hospital you go to, or have been sent to.”
Patricia knew what her mother had meant by that statement. It was the same as any mother would say trying to protect their young. But Patricia had heard this before from her mother, because it was the same as the night Patricia had become a trainee in the back water independent circuit over a decade ago, winning her first taste of gold. She looks back at a questionable old woman and it just came to her.
“You won’t. I am a part of this family, and it’s all that we know is to succeed throughout life. Roxxxie’s morality and self-respect won’t change the inevitable. If I die in that ring on April 17 or any other day, it would all be worth every moment, every teary-eyed fan witnessing my opponent’s broken body, every breath in my bloody lungs, I will make sure I left my mark in this business. No amount for fun in the sun can complete with the dominating power that comes to watching someone beg for another day to make money for their family or a bright future.”
She pauses for a moment.
“And apparently I'm really good at that.”
A darken room comes into focus as the cameras spin around a throne that appears to have a crown dangling from on top, swinging back and forward under the foggy, white spotlight as the scene opens up to the soft sounds of a chorus. It begins to get several close revealing detail shots of the golden chair’s emblems while flashes of Patricia and Amy’s encounter fill the black leather…
“Two women on a collision course that has stood in waiting for this moment, lurking amongst the shadows and praying to be unleashed...”
A sound bite plays as the screen shows their first encounter on October 31st, 2010.
“On hatred that has known no limit. A new queen would rise on this day…”
The video package shows Roxxxie winning the championship and holding it high as an angered Patricia looks on with a vicious glare shaking her head in disbelief. Then again the package recaps on the Cross Roads pay-per-view event that Patricia won by disqualification.
“Trish Newborn faces Roxxxie one last time for the nCw Women’s World championship in a Grudge match where there are no rules.”
Suddenly, footage on the two starts to speed until it explodes leaving behind a black screen that soon reveals the 2011 Sovereign logo emerges out of the darkness slowly and “A Warrior's Call” by Volbeat starts playing in the background.
“New Championship Wrestling and Velez Industries present Sovereign coming live from the sold out FedExForum in Memphis, Tennessee and order now only on Pay-Per-View, April 17…”
The scene fades to find Patricia sitting in the throne with her feet propped up on the arm as the crown appears on her head. She gives the world a cocky smile.
“I’m Queen of the World, baby. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it.”
Fades on Newborne's sadistic smile.
Date: Wednesday, April 13, 2011
How you are doing Roxxxie? How’s that great career as the Women’s World champion going for you? I bet you’ve been beating a lot of ass out there since you robbed me of what is rightful mine. Wait, what was that you say? You haven’t been successful, and the only real win you’ve earned yourself was against me for the World title? Blasphemy, I say!
But what could I expect from someone who’s living on borrowed time. Yeah, remember Crossroads when you decided to loss by giving me that low blow and run up the ramp still champion? It just pissed me off. Every single night I have been counting the days until we’d met again and this time there are no rules to keep me from ripping you a part and taking away your belief. Ander even felt the pain of what happens when a plan comes together and crushing all dreams away just within a blink of an eye.
Carvetti got what he deserved!
Your dream was over the night you took my title from me. Ever since then you have been trying to steamroll my success when I’ve been lower on the card than you, I still outperformed you in every level. And if it wasn’t for your little “revenge” for throwing you into the wolves I’m sure you’d won that first match this week against Every Man’s Fantasy by yourself, and that was my present to you Roxxxie. Validation on your reign as a dominating champion just like you wanted so badly months before.
That dream went to Hell, didn't it? Oh, you better believe I’ve been counting the long days since last month when you were afraid of me and managed to get yourself disqualified in front of the referee. That is one thing you can’t fake living off borrowed time. And this Grudge match is just the kind of environment I have been wanting for some time just to show that I can bend rules too, because in this match – there are no rules to stop me from not only ripping you apart but also making sure that this time you lay down in a blood of your own blood.
This thing has gone on long enough between myself and you. It’s funny, because it’s almost predestined that our first encounter back in October was the one that started it all. And now months later I have lost the very thing that means the world to me, and I thank you for making me dangerous among our peers. It shows them what they have to look forward to once I regain my championship. I have grown to enjoy this dangerous persona I have since become since losing the title…
Don’t you, champ?
Location: Santa Monica, California
A white Mazda RX-8 pulls into the scene as it opens to a hot day in California. Its speakers are toned to the melody of the music as the sun beams down on the pavement causing a shimmering heat wave to form as it becomes late in the afternoon, and there are hardly any vehicles running the roads. A giant house can be seen off in the distances surrounded by trees with a few flowers lined up in a roll under the windows. The car door opens, and suddenly a women’s leg appears from out of the door as the music and engine stops and it is soon clearly shown that the leg belongs to Patricia Newborne.
“That’s great Roberto, I am sure that everyone can handle things without your Queen running things backstage in the Young Guns locker room. There is a reason Venom and Charlie picked us instead of the stupid Rat Pack members after all. Just go out there and kick some ass.”
Patricia, with cell phone in her grip, gets out of the car and is met by a maid. She snaps her fingers and points to the luggage. A warm breeze blows her hair a bit.
“Well, you know you do deserve to go up against him for some retribution at the pay-per-view. You just have to get by this week, and I have full confidence in your ability. We Italians have to stick together. I got to go, keep me informed.”
She acknowledges the maid’s presence as Patricia closes the phone.
“Is mother home?”
“Yes ma’am. Mrs. Newborne is out back waiting for your arrival. Lady Patricia, if I may, did you enjoy your flight back to California? I know Daisy has missed you since your last visit during Christmas.”
“The food tasted like **** and the flight was delayed for a few hours. And Annetta, do not try to suck up to me. Ever. Is that understood?”
Annetta quickly lowers her head and nods as they make the long walk to the house. They pass a waving gardener trimming brushes, which Patricia looks and snarls causing the worker to become frantic with fear and rushes him to continue to work. Newborne looks back to the road with a sadistic smirk. The two women slowly approach the front door, with its gold trimming around the glass stained window. Patricia twists the door knob, walking into her mother’s house only to be taken back by a huge burst of cold air coming from the air conditioning.
“Yeah, welcome home to the place Frosty the Snowman likes to take his vacation.”
“I thought I heard sarcastic remarks from my loving daughter.”
Ironically, Patricia’s mother appears in shorts and a female polo shirt. Newborne doesn’t seem surprised by this, and rolls her eyes shutting the door and walking into the entryway foyer of the house.
“Just shoot me now.”
“Good to see you too, sweetheart. Um, Annetta dear, please place Patricia’s things in the upstairs guest room and prepare the fish laid out in the counter.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Annetta exits. Patricia's mother extends her arms out.
“Well don’t just stand around here. Let’s go into living room while we wait on dinner to be done.”
Patricia turns her head toward her mother.
“Glad to see Grandfather’s business is still the provider of the House of Newborne.”
“Be grateful, dear, your grandfather would have wanted us to happy. He did not come to America from Francavilla di Sicilia, working part time jobs and having to go to law school for everything we have got for nothing. He went on to becom—”
“Become a successful lawyer and opened his own law firm. Mother you told this story a dozen times.”
“Patricia, why are you here? Have you finally given up wrestling and decided to go back to modeling?”
“Is that your medical opinion? And no, I made my decision years ago and I am sticking to it mother. Besides I am going up for another chance to become a World champion again, I just thought it would be awesome to take a break and visit my family. But I guess since I am not a Super Model and decided that working for a living was something I really wanted even, and I’m going to continue doing it until I die.”
“It’s not like you are unwelcome…”
Patricia looks around and notices there are still no pictures of her father anywhere. All her brown eyes could see are pictures of David and her mother, and a few of Roxana and herself.
“Still no pictures of dad, I see.”
She turns and faces the door outside.
“**** it; I’m better off staying at the Fairmont Miramar Hotel. You can send my things there.”
“Tell me this; is it worth injury or even worse to go into a dangerous profession? I don’t want to get a phone call late in the evening from whatever hospital you go to, or have been sent to.”
Patricia knew what her mother had meant by that statement. It was the same as any mother would say trying to protect their young. But Patricia had heard this before from her mother, because it was the same as the night Patricia had become a trainee in the back water independent circuit over a decade ago, winning her first taste of gold. She looks back at a questionable old woman and it just came to her.
“You won’t. I am a part of this family, and it’s all that we know is to succeed throughout life. Roxxxie’s morality and self-respect won’t change the inevitable. If I die in that ring on April 17 or any other day, it would all be worth every moment, every teary-eyed fan witnessing my opponent’s broken body, every breath in my bloody lungs, I will make sure I left my mark in this business. No amount for fun in the sun can complete with the dominating power that comes to watching someone beg for another day to make money for their family or a bright future.”
She pauses for a moment.
“And apparently I'm really good at that.”
A darken room comes into focus as the cameras spin around a throne that appears to have a crown dangling from on top, swinging back and forward under the foggy, white spotlight as the scene opens up to the soft sounds of a chorus. It begins to get several close revealing detail shots of the golden chair’s emblems while flashes of Patricia and Amy’s encounter fill the black leather…
“Two women on a collision course that has stood in waiting for this moment, lurking amongst the shadows and praying to be unleashed...”
A sound bite plays as the screen shows their first encounter on October 31st, 2010.
“On hatred that has known no limit. A new queen would rise on this day…”
The video package shows Roxxxie winning the championship and holding it high as an angered Patricia looks on with a vicious glare shaking her head in disbelief. Then again the package recaps on the Cross Roads pay-per-view event that Patricia won by disqualification.
“Trish Newborn faces Roxxxie one last time for the nCw Women’s World championship in a Grudge match where there are no rules.”
Suddenly, footage on the two starts to speed until it explodes leaving behind a black screen that soon reveals the 2011 Sovereign logo emerges out of the darkness slowly and “A Warrior's Call” by Volbeat starts playing in the background.
“New Championship Wrestling and Velez Industries present Sovereign coming live from the sold out FedExForum in Memphis, Tennessee and order now only on Pay-Per-View, April 17…”
The scene fades to find Patricia sitting in the throne with her feet propped up on the arm as the crown appears on her head. She gives the world a cocky smile.
“I’m Queen of the World, baby. And there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop it.”
Fades on Newborne's sadistic smile.
Date: Wednesday, April 13, 2011
How you are doing Roxxxie? How’s that great career as the Women’s World champion going for you? I bet you’ve been beating a lot of ass out there since you robbed me of what is rightful mine. Wait, what was that you say? You haven’t been successful, and the only real win you’ve earned yourself was against me for the World title? Blasphemy, I say!
But what could I expect from someone who’s living on borrowed time. Yeah, remember Crossroads when you decided to loss by giving me that low blow and run up the ramp still champion? It just pissed me off. Every single night I have been counting the days until we’d met again and this time there are no rules to keep me from ripping you a part and taking away your belief. Ander even felt the pain of what happens when a plan comes together and crushing all dreams away just within a blink of an eye.
Carvetti got what he deserved!
Your dream was over the night you took my title from me. Ever since then you have been trying to steamroll my success when I’ve been lower on the card than you, I still outperformed you in every level. And if it wasn’t for your little “revenge” for throwing you into the wolves I’m sure you’d won that first match this week against Every Man’s Fantasy by yourself, and that was my present to you Roxxxie. Validation on your reign as a dominating champion just like you wanted so badly months before.
That dream went to Hell, didn't it? Oh, you better believe I’ve been counting the long days since last month when you were afraid of me and managed to get yourself disqualified in front of the referee. That is one thing you can’t fake living off borrowed time. And this Grudge match is just the kind of environment I have been wanting for some time just to show that I can bend rules too, because in this match – there are no rules to stop me from not only ripping you apart but also making sure that this time you lay down in a blood of your own blood.
This thing has gone on long enough between myself and you. It’s funny, because it’s almost predestined that our first encounter back in October was the one that started it all. And now months later I have lost the very thing that means the world to me, and I thank you for making me dangerous among our peers. It shows them what they have to look forward to once I regain my championship. I have grown to enjoy this dangerous persona I have since become since losing the title…
Don’t you, champ?