Post by Trish Newborn on Apr 16, 2011 21:13:22 GMT -6
Memphis, Tennessee – The city best known for being home to one of the greatest rock stars of all-time is the next stop on the New Championship Wrestling train, and it’s for their annual pay-per-view called Sovereign. A fitting placement on this year’s pay-per-view, and already it kicked into high gear with the rematch from last month’s Cross Roads event. The match is under no disqualification rules. Trish Newborn goes one-on-one once again with Roxxxie for the Women’s World championship. These two ladies have had a run-in’s in the past and have grown to hate each other more than anyone on the roster, but now it’s going to come down to the final Royal Decree. Who is the supreme ruler?
Date: Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Location: Wyndham Garden Memphis; Memphis, Tennessee
Our scene opens to the site overlooking the Wyndham Garden Memphis hotel. The 11 story building stands tall over the area with several people coming inside while others are departing calling for a cab to pick them up. We see that on the left is a tennis count where it appears to be in use. Another camera from a closer viewing point shows one player is nothing other than former Women’s World champion, Patricia Newborne working out as sweat pours out of her body. The game is coming close to wrapping up as Patricia jumps in the air to deliver a spike to the tennis ball cause her to get the last point and the win for herself as she lands on her feet out of breath.
Newborne clutches her fist in victory and has a smile on her red face. Jennifer comes into the picture and approaches with a bottle of water and a fresh towel. Newborne pats herself with the towel and takes a drink of water as a cool sensation from a breeze.
“Baby, tell me something…”
“What’s that?”
We see Jennifer look around nervously before shrugging off, and let out a chuckle softly.
“You didn’t set up Roxxxie, did you?”
“What does your heart tell you?”
“I don’t know…”
Patricia looks at Jennifer with a confident expression before walking to the bleachers. She knew that deep down things would be different for the two love birds because they were so different, they were yin and yang. But even still, Patricia liked different. Of course she didn’t picture a picketed fence and adopted children running around but she knew how to get what she wanted. She turns to Jennifer.
“I didn’t do anything to that bitch, don’t worry. Roxxxie got mixed up with the wrong people and these types of things happen when you are, well, like her. You even heard it herself that she was the one carrying illegal drugs with her, and I didn’t force those words. I don’t know what I should be feeling now that I know you don’t honestly trust the person you promised to love… I don’t have a record with drug usage or have sold my body for money when I was growing up… ”
“I’m…”
“No, let me finish…”
Patricia takes a moment before collecting her thoughts, and she extends her finger out.
“How dare you accuse me? It’s bad enough that I’ve had billions of fans turn their backs to me, and I’ve already told you about my mother… but for you to go to do this to me… I love you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about it and look forward to spending time together. Okay, baby?”
“Apology accepted.”
Jennifer sighs in relief, brushing Patricia’s right arm with a gentle smile.
“Good, we better hurry before nightfall. You promised a day of relaxation.”
We see Jennifer walking off and stops turning back at Newborne, who was not following her.
“Are you coming, honey?”
“Yeah, I got to get my stuff and take a quick shower.”
“Alright, well, how about I go ahead to the bar and we meet each other later then?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Our scene ends with the sun casting shadows across the court; Patricia looks back toward her gym bag and slowly moves her at in the direction of Jennifer with a smile. It fades as Newborne jogs to where her bag is underneath the white bleachers to the left.
Date: Friday, April 15, 2011
Yeah, I was there during your arrest when they hauled your ass to jail Roxxxie. But if you think that I had anything to do with tipping off the police, you champ, are sadly mistaken. I was just being curious about what the **** was going on, because you could clearly hear things from our (that’s Young Guns) locker room. Did anyone tell you that you’ve got a loud ass mouth? No wonder men all pretend to enjoy your company every time you enter a room; they all ponder whether you’re a screamer.
Of course it doesn’t surprise me that you are a common criminal. And my guess is you have a bigger rap sheet than some of these rap stars preaching about thug life. That’s our Women’s World champion right there folks. It’s Doctor XXX in the flesh. Drug trafficking is serious business there Roxxxie. I hope that they lock you up for a long time, I really mean that.
You think anyone cares about your porn star life? That you come up with the stupidest movie ideas from real life just so you can help fat, overweight losers who live with their mothers to get off on you. Normally, I don’t care about your plans but when it comes to representing an entire division, especially one that is practically nothing more than a baby, I find your actions a piece of **** that doesn’t even belong in the same sentence as me.
This whole title reign of yours has become nothing more than a political stunt. Roxxxie, you’ve done nothing that compares to my pay-per-view wins! You are living some kind of pipe dream if you believe that you stand a chance against me, when a few weeks ago I made Stephanie Sullivan tap out to my submission and made her choke on her own hair. Just like I mentioned before, you are nothing more than a pussy who always finds themselves on their back instead of backing up her words.
You remember, don’t you? You claimed you’d be the better champion than I was. And so far, I have seen nothing that comes close, you little bitch! I smell fear deep inside your tainted body, I won’t lay down just so you could get an easy win against arguable one best female performers here.
There is no disqualification in this match for you to get yourself out of a tough spot. You are going to lose that championship and then go back to being at the bottom. Choke on that, Roxxxie.
Date: Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Location: Wyndham Garden Memphis; Memphis, Tennessee
Our scene opens to the site overlooking the Wyndham Garden Memphis hotel. The 11 story building stands tall over the area with several people coming inside while others are departing calling for a cab to pick them up. We see that on the left is a tennis count where it appears to be in use. Another camera from a closer viewing point shows one player is nothing other than former Women’s World champion, Patricia Newborne working out as sweat pours out of her body. The game is coming close to wrapping up as Patricia jumps in the air to deliver a spike to the tennis ball cause her to get the last point and the win for herself as she lands on her feet out of breath.
Newborne clutches her fist in victory and has a smile on her red face. Jennifer comes into the picture and approaches with a bottle of water and a fresh towel. Newborne pats herself with the towel and takes a drink of water as a cool sensation from a breeze.
“Baby, tell me something…”
“What’s that?”
We see Jennifer look around nervously before shrugging off, and let out a chuckle softly.
“You didn’t set up Roxxxie, did you?”
“What does your heart tell you?”
“I don’t know…”
Patricia looks at Jennifer with a confident expression before walking to the bleachers. She knew that deep down things would be different for the two love birds because they were so different, they were yin and yang. But even still, Patricia liked different. Of course she didn’t picture a picketed fence and adopted children running around but she knew how to get what she wanted. She turns to Jennifer.
“I didn’t do anything to that bitch, don’t worry. Roxxxie got mixed up with the wrong people and these types of things happen when you are, well, like her. You even heard it herself that she was the one carrying illegal drugs with her, and I didn’t force those words. I don’t know what I should be feeling now that I know you don’t honestly trust the person you promised to love… I don’t have a record with drug usage or have sold my body for money when I was growing up… ”
“I’m…”
“No, let me finish…”
Patricia takes a moment before collecting her thoughts, and she extends her finger out.
“How dare you accuse me? It’s bad enough that I’ve had billions of fans turn their backs to me, and I’ve already told you about my mother… but for you to go to do this to me… I love you.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s just forget about it and look forward to spending time together. Okay, baby?”
“Apology accepted.”
Jennifer sighs in relief, brushing Patricia’s right arm with a gentle smile.
“Good, we better hurry before nightfall. You promised a day of relaxation.”
We see Jennifer walking off and stops turning back at Newborne, who was not following her.
“Are you coming, honey?”
“Yeah, I got to get my stuff and take a quick shower.”
“Alright, well, how about I go ahead to the bar and we meet each other later then?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Our scene ends with the sun casting shadows across the court; Patricia looks back toward her gym bag and slowly moves her at in the direction of Jennifer with a smile. It fades as Newborne jogs to where her bag is underneath the white bleachers to the left.
Date: Friday, April 15, 2011
Yeah, I was there during your arrest when they hauled your ass to jail Roxxxie. But if you think that I had anything to do with tipping off the police, you champ, are sadly mistaken. I was just being curious about what the **** was going on, because you could clearly hear things from our (that’s Young Guns) locker room. Did anyone tell you that you’ve got a loud ass mouth? No wonder men all pretend to enjoy your company every time you enter a room; they all ponder whether you’re a screamer.
Of course it doesn’t surprise me that you are a common criminal. And my guess is you have a bigger rap sheet than some of these rap stars preaching about thug life. That’s our Women’s World champion right there folks. It’s Doctor XXX in the flesh. Drug trafficking is serious business there Roxxxie. I hope that they lock you up for a long time, I really mean that.
You think anyone cares about your porn star life? That you come up with the stupidest movie ideas from real life just so you can help fat, overweight losers who live with their mothers to get off on you. Normally, I don’t care about your plans but when it comes to representing an entire division, especially one that is practically nothing more than a baby, I find your actions a piece of **** that doesn’t even belong in the same sentence as me.
This whole title reign of yours has become nothing more than a political stunt. Roxxxie, you’ve done nothing that compares to my pay-per-view wins! You are living some kind of pipe dream if you believe that you stand a chance against me, when a few weeks ago I made Stephanie Sullivan tap out to my submission and made her choke on her own hair. Just like I mentioned before, you are nothing more than a pussy who always finds themselves on their back instead of backing up her words.
You remember, don’t you? You claimed you’d be the better champion than I was. And so far, I have seen nothing that comes close, you little bitch! I smell fear deep inside your tainted body, I won’t lay down just so you could get an easy win against arguable one best female performers here.
There is no disqualification in this match for you to get yourself out of a tough spot. You are going to lose that championship and then go back to being at the bottom. Choke on that, Roxxxie.