Post by Trish Newborn on May 21, 2011 22:52:36 GMT -6
:: Humanity has always been plagued with thoughts that have haunted their dreams. Pondering the notion if they would be remembered after they were gone, and wonder amongst themselves will their legacy continue, will the women whom bare the smallest hope of a next chapter be forgotten like sands from a hour glass? I was once consumed by that. But now, I fight to stay alive… because I must ::
Date: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Location: The Georgian; Miami Beach, FL
We open to the inside Patricia’s newly renovated Miami Beach condo, Newborne is shown overlooking the white sandy shores that cover the south side as waves clash against it from her balcony. A cool breeze sways her black silky hair in every direction. Voices can be heard coming from a nearby volleyball game among the women and the men from the next building over. Holding a wine glass half drunk, she turns to be met with a familiar voice from someone she has been in the ring on more than one occasion.
“So why did you call?'”
Says her arch-rival, Amy Marshall otherwise known as Roxxxie, walks over to Patricia’s bed wearing her traditional punk clothing. Newborne’s eyes follow her nemesis as Roxxxie sits down at the edge of the bed crossing her arms looking back at our champion, Patricia begins to answer her.
“I called because I am willing to offer you a deal. If you help me defeat Every Man’s Fantasy, I will give you an open shot at my World Championship at nCw Reborn next month though I cannot guarantee you will be the only one in that match, however, if things happen like I hope and we work as a unit, we will walk out the new Starlet Tag Team champions, and I will still be World Champion. We both know I am not the real threat in that match at A Night to Remember – Every Man’s Fantasy is.”
“True, but why should I trust your word? You haven’t been nice to anyone.”
Newborne steps inside the apartment taking out a head band and tries to put her hair in a ponytail. She grabs a water bottle and sips on it before putting it down and focus.
“Greater enemies does something to a person, makes them feel like the world has become unbalanced and that’s not natural. You don’t want Zelda and Crystal gloating around back that they beat us for the hundredth time, take MY Women’s title and sanction their Starlet titles, do you Tattoo Girl?”
“No.”
“Neither do I, so I suggest we come to an agreement to take out this infection before it spreads a disease that harms the entire division. After that, we can go back killing each other for all I care.”
The Women’s World champion proclaims with such a venomous tune. Roxxxie thinks for a moment, knowing that Patricia was right about EMF. They were a threat. It doesn’t take long before she gives Newborne a solid answer, Roxxxie looks up as Patricia waits.
“Works for me, but where do we start?”
“Well later we are going to the Skull Krushers Wrestling School in Gulf Breeze, Florida for training, and to learn how to be in sync always if we want to beat EMF at their own game. Our moves are good but we still need some minor improvement. Right now, how do you feel about playing a game?”
A quizzical expression comes over The Punk Princess. Patricia walks by Roxxxie, who follows her unsure of what Newborne meant by her statement, and the pair goes straight down the hall and into the kitchen. Our champion decides to fix herself a bowl of cornflake cereal. And now Roxxxie raises her eyes like she is going to pout as Patricia holds the bowl in her hands feeding herself.
“Uh, hello?”
Patricia looks up in a blank stare while crewing what's in her mouth then shallows it down.
“Want some?”
“No. What did you mean a moment ago?”
“We are going to attack EMF from it's foundation, and like anyone would do to a cobra, we are going to chop off it's ugly little head.”
“How disturbed are you?”
“I like to believe I'm quite normal, actually.”
“As normal as a serial killer waiting to strike. You know that EMF is going to be targeting you more just so they could pick up the win and the title, don't you?”
“I know they will.”
“Not even a bit worried?”
“Negative.”
Patricia continues eating her cereal with the scene fading away to see the camera panning around the same people finishing their game of volleyball. The morning sun beams down hard on the camera, and the waves continue to make its sweet, relaxing music as other seagulls join in until darkness.
•••
“Call to Action”
Date: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Location: Unknown Location
Our scene opens with a large arcade machine of Donkey Kong resting against a creamy green wall next to a poster of the classic video game, The Legend of Zelda. The game’s trademark intro music and sound from the huge donkey sent echoes throughout the room as it started playing. Slowly, the camera pans around to notice a bean bag chair and just above that were two white shelves that had several things like championships, trophies, video game memorabilia, and a light saber on a wooden rack – you know, geeky kind of stuff. Suddenly, there’s a boom and a shake that’s felt by the cameras.
“Seriously, did you need to throw those huge game guides at me? You made me break my mirror. Now how am I supposed to hear who is the most perfect in all the land? Uh, tell me that.”
Clearly, this is NOT Crystal Hilton we see but it’s indeed Roxxxie dressed as her. Complete with the official EMF hoodie and colorful clothes. Shadows begin to form a silhouette on the door as another person walks into the room. The camera zooms in and gets a glance of black and white striped arm warmers.
“Look, it’s not my fault that you don’t have fast reflexes.”
Patricia Newborne dresses in all Zelda gear wearing an EMF shirt.
“You wanted to be in the official EMF fan club, didn’t you Amy?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it required breaking my mirror.”
“Tough luck, if we want to beat them we’re going to have to become EMF.”
“It’s not fair.”
“You know what I got in the mail today?”
Roxxxie looks puzzled.
“The official EMF bumper sticker?”
“No. I got those awesome Gamestop snickers. Because the entire world knows that Gamestop is the most amazing place to buy and sell the best used games.”
The both walk over to the bed and have a sit. Roxxxie turns to Patricia, and you can tell she wanted to get something off her chest, not like you perverts want, but something she felt needed to come out.
“You know I’m thinking about doing? Just like my new role-model Crystal Hilton, I am going to get married to a guy who plays nothing but video games and is nice to me, have a family that I care nothing about, and go around sleeping with other guys because he’s okay with it. ”
“That’s a good goal for you Amy. But be glad you don’t have to overcome being a complete bitch. I want to become like Zelda so bad. I mean I have the second longest Women’s title reign in nCw, but that’s good enough until I get to 274 days then not care about it.”
“It’s the Zelda thing to do.”
“I time it’s time to get the boys.”
“Come here Rob and Steve”
Barking sounds can be heard then little dogs come into the picture running. Each having a piece of paper saying “Rob” and the other says “Steve” in bold lettering from a black marker. Patricia gets much attention from “Rob” while Roxxxie is having problems with “Steve” who likes humping things.
“Steve!!!”
Patricia is seen with a light saber in her hand about to strike an unknowingly Roxxxie. But something stops her swinging. Something has comes over her and she loses it by throwing the light saber against the ground, jerks her arm away from the little dogs. She walks off, which can now be identified as a set.
“**** this Star Wars ****.”
“What about the pink Lamborghini scene? Patricia? *** damn EMF ****!”
Our scene ends as Roxxxie gets up and throws the Gamestop snickers to the ground. In a panic, afraid Patricia might get too far ahead, she grabs the little dogs in both arms and walks off set in the direction our Women’s World champion went. Next stop is the wrestling training school. Until we see Newborn middle fingering the camera.
“**** you EMF.”
Camera blackens and fades on her.
You can call me a coward for jumping you from behind, or that I may not be off to a great start as the Women’s World champion. Zelda and Crystal everything that you’ve said or will say does not matter to me anymore, it never really makes me pissed like it used to when I first started in New Championship Wrestling, because like everyone we all can’t be terminators. So what if I’m a bitch inside the ring and off camera, that is nothing new or original anymore. I think those EMF fans get the picture.
I wanted this to happen, I knew this would happen. Why do you think I attacked you after that huge match, you know, the one where poor Zelda got punched by her own half-brother? It sure as hell wasn’t because I felt like having my death wish signed and delivered to me by the Grim Reaper himself. Crystal, no, that was from her remark after Ashlie beat me, so that attack was retribution. Yours was simply a placement piece in my master plan. The only thing I didn’t count on was that Leonard Fox would name Roxxxie as my partner for our upcoming match. That was unexpected.
Make no mistake about it you little bitch. I hate you with every single muscle on my body. In fact, I actually hope you do get pregnant with Rob’s child. Yeah, I sincerely and whole heartily meant that Zelda. Because that would causes for a huge momentous occasion that your family and friends all get to celebrate with you. And when the moment finally arrives, big hopes and dreams start flooding the air, you hold its tiny little body in your arms thinking you got everything now. But wait, I hope and dream that while it is still in your care, that it stops breathing and dies not getting a chance to grow up and experience the wonders of life as the child of Zelda Knite and Rob Diamond.
I hope that when it’s buried you cry and morn forever knowing that your angel has decided to leave you behind because you are nothing. And I’m not the only one that thinks this Z, because Venom wants that same dream too and he took it a step further and said he’d cause the abortion himself.
I hope you suffer for all those months you’ve made our division nothing more than the Zelda Knite Power Hour show. I didn’t come to nCw because of your famed Women’s title reign; I came because I wanted to be here and nothing more. You should have had a wonderful career thus far. I mean you clearly have become so dominate in that ring like a general, however, there is one thing you never did.
Beat Lance Ryan at the 3rd Year Anniversary of Collision.
And Crystal Hilton, everyone’s less experienced person in EMF. You girls are really humoring me and Roxxxie with the way you both cut your promos out to include Zelda throws something at you. But yes, you are the less experienced, not only did you fail to get the title, but you also decided to drop Todd.
Yeah, sweetie, you never beat me for the title and when you did it wasn’t for nothing more than just bragging rights. Doesn’t mean **** until it comes down to a Women’s World title shot. And guess what, you once again proved to be less experienced in nCw, because Brittany’s mother doesn’t have singles gold in nCw. I mean she talks about having singles titles everywhere else but there isn’t anything nCw that says she won anything here, she came close but couldn’t pull through.
The only way you could stand a chance to win my title was if you had your girl pal with you. It’s kind of ironic that people talk about me being the shadow of Zelda, when she basically spat on the title belt and decided to play loopy loop with Charlie, with Falcon, with Rob until the world title became a who’s who edition of Jeopardy. But you, Crystal have never beaten me for the nCw Women’s World championship.
And do you honestly believe you and Zelda are going to leave that arena with the nCw Starlet Tag championships? You think that me and Roxxxie won’t co-exist in this match based on our checkered past? Maybe you should go and sleep with your man-whore before he gets sick of you.
EMF is such an amazing team that they have to stamp on people just how less important they really are. That seriously has to be one of the most ****ed up **** ever in business. Let people be brained washed into believing that just because EMF does something doesn’t make them cool, it makes them stupid. Anyone could buy one of those. Let me guess, you both were up one night after getting tired of battling with your plastic light sabers and turned on some backwater wrestling promotion that has gimmicks that appeared a six year old came up with in their mom’s minivan.
But on this night, rest assured there will be A Night to Remember. However, it’s going to be when EMF gets beat by the History Buff and the Ex-Pornstar for their Starlet Tag Team championships.
But that's right, Zelda doesn't care.
:: If I were to be remembered for sacrificing my body and well-being, let the fans say that when I faced the two-headed fire breathing dragon my attacks echoed beyond the confines of the arena. That my kicks were like tiger claws against the skin, and my punches were that of Muhammad Ali in his prime. Even though I walk across the valley death, I do not fear fading into the night. This is Judgment Day ::
Date: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Location: The Georgian; Miami Beach, FL
We open to the inside Patricia’s newly renovated Miami Beach condo, Newborne is shown overlooking the white sandy shores that cover the south side as waves clash against it from her balcony. A cool breeze sways her black silky hair in every direction. Voices can be heard coming from a nearby volleyball game among the women and the men from the next building over. Holding a wine glass half drunk, she turns to be met with a familiar voice from someone she has been in the ring on more than one occasion.
“So why did you call?'”
Says her arch-rival, Amy Marshall otherwise known as Roxxxie, walks over to Patricia’s bed wearing her traditional punk clothing. Newborne’s eyes follow her nemesis as Roxxxie sits down at the edge of the bed crossing her arms looking back at our champion, Patricia begins to answer her.
“I called because I am willing to offer you a deal. If you help me defeat Every Man’s Fantasy, I will give you an open shot at my World Championship at nCw Reborn next month though I cannot guarantee you will be the only one in that match, however, if things happen like I hope and we work as a unit, we will walk out the new Starlet Tag Team champions, and I will still be World Champion. We both know I am not the real threat in that match at A Night to Remember – Every Man’s Fantasy is.”
“True, but why should I trust your word? You haven’t been nice to anyone.”
Newborne steps inside the apartment taking out a head band and tries to put her hair in a ponytail. She grabs a water bottle and sips on it before putting it down and focus.
“Greater enemies does something to a person, makes them feel like the world has become unbalanced and that’s not natural. You don’t want Zelda and Crystal gloating around back that they beat us for the hundredth time, take MY Women’s title and sanction their Starlet titles, do you Tattoo Girl?”
“No.”
“Neither do I, so I suggest we come to an agreement to take out this infection before it spreads a disease that harms the entire division. After that, we can go back killing each other for all I care.”
The Women’s World champion proclaims with such a venomous tune. Roxxxie thinks for a moment, knowing that Patricia was right about EMF. They were a threat. It doesn’t take long before she gives Newborne a solid answer, Roxxxie looks up as Patricia waits.
“Works for me, but where do we start?”
“Well later we are going to the Skull Krushers Wrestling School in Gulf Breeze, Florida for training, and to learn how to be in sync always if we want to beat EMF at their own game. Our moves are good but we still need some minor improvement. Right now, how do you feel about playing a game?”
A quizzical expression comes over The Punk Princess. Patricia walks by Roxxxie, who follows her unsure of what Newborne meant by her statement, and the pair goes straight down the hall and into the kitchen. Our champion decides to fix herself a bowl of cornflake cereal. And now Roxxxie raises her eyes like she is going to pout as Patricia holds the bowl in her hands feeding herself.
“Uh, hello?”
Patricia looks up in a blank stare while crewing what's in her mouth then shallows it down.
“Want some?”
“No. What did you mean a moment ago?”
“We are going to attack EMF from it's foundation, and like anyone would do to a cobra, we are going to chop off it's ugly little head.”
“How disturbed are you?”
“I like to believe I'm quite normal, actually.”
“As normal as a serial killer waiting to strike. You know that EMF is going to be targeting you more just so they could pick up the win and the title, don't you?”
“I know they will.”
“Not even a bit worried?”
“Negative.”
Patricia continues eating her cereal with the scene fading away to see the camera panning around the same people finishing their game of volleyball. The morning sun beams down hard on the camera, and the waves continue to make its sweet, relaxing music as other seagulls join in until darkness.
•••
“Call to Action”
Date: Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Location: Unknown Location
Our scene opens with a large arcade machine of Donkey Kong resting against a creamy green wall next to a poster of the classic video game, The Legend of Zelda. The game’s trademark intro music and sound from the huge donkey sent echoes throughout the room as it started playing. Slowly, the camera pans around to notice a bean bag chair and just above that were two white shelves that had several things like championships, trophies, video game memorabilia, and a light saber on a wooden rack – you know, geeky kind of stuff. Suddenly, there’s a boom and a shake that’s felt by the cameras.
“Seriously, did you need to throw those huge game guides at me? You made me break my mirror. Now how am I supposed to hear who is the most perfect in all the land? Uh, tell me that.”
Clearly, this is NOT Crystal Hilton we see but it’s indeed Roxxxie dressed as her. Complete with the official EMF hoodie and colorful clothes. Shadows begin to form a silhouette on the door as another person walks into the room. The camera zooms in and gets a glance of black and white striped arm warmers.
“Look, it’s not my fault that you don’t have fast reflexes.”
Patricia Newborne dresses in all Zelda gear wearing an EMF shirt.
“You wanted to be in the official EMF fan club, didn’t you Amy?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know it required breaking my mirror.”
“Tough luck, if we want to beat them we’re going to have to become EMF.”
“It’s not fair.”
“You know what I got in the mail today?”
Roxxxie looks puzzled.
“The official EMF bumper sticker?”
“No. I got those awesome Gamestop snickers. Because the entire world knows that Gamestop is the most amazing place to buy and sell the best used games.”
The both walk over to the bed and have a sit. Roxxxie turns to Patricia, and you can tell she wanted to get something off her chest, not like you perverts want, but something she felt needed to come out.
“You know I’m thinking about doing? Just like my new role-model Crystal Hilton, I am going to get married to a guy who plays nothing but video games and is nice to me, have a family that I care nothing about, and go around sleeping with other guys because he’s okay with it. ”
“That’s a good goal for you Amy. But be glad you don’t have to overcome being a complete bitch. I want to become like Zelda so bad. I mean I have the second longest Women’s title reign in nCw, but that’s good enough until I get to 274 days then not care about it.”
“It’s the Zelda thing to do.”
“I time it’s time to get the boys.”
“Come here Rob and Steve”
Barking sounds can be heard then little dogs come into the picture running. Each having a piece of paper saying “Rob” and the other says “Steve” in bold lettering from a black marker. Patricia gets much attention from “Rob” while Roxxxie is having problems with “Steve” who likes humping things.
“Steve!!!”
Patricia is seen with a light saber in her hand about to strike an unknowingly Roxxxie. But something stops her swinging. Something has comes over her and she loses it by throwing the light saber against the ground, jerks her arm away from the little dogs. She walks off, which can now be identified as a set.
“**** this Star Wars ****.”
“What about the pink Lamborghini scene? Patricia? *** damn EMF ****!”
Our scene ends as Roxxxie gets up and throws the Gamestop snickers to the ground. In a panic, afraid Patricia might get too far ahead, she grabs the little dogs in both arms and walks off set in the direction our Women’s World champion went. Next stop is the wrestling training school. Until we see Newborn middle fingering the camera.
“**** you EMF.”
Camera blackens and fades on her.
You can call me a coward for jumping you from behind, or that I may not be off to a great start as the Women’s World champion. Zelda and Crystal everything that you’ve said or will say does not matter to me anymore, it never really makes me pissed like it used to when I first started in New Championship Wrestling, because like everyone we all can’t be terminators. So what if I’m a bitch inside the ring and off camera, that is nothing new or original anymore. I think those EMF fans get the picture.
I wanted this to happen, I knew this would happen. Why do you think I attacked you after that huge match, you know, the one where poor Zelda got punched by her own half-brother? It sure as hell wasn’t because I felt like having my death wish signed and delivered to me by the Grim Reaper himself. Crystal, no, that was from her remark after Ashlie beat me, so that attack was retribution. Yours was simply a placement piece in my master plan. The only thing I didn’t count on was that Leonard Fox would name Roxxxie as my partner for our upcoming match. That was unexpected.
Make no mistake about it you little bitch. I hate you with every single muscle on my body. In fact, I actually hope you do get pregnant with Rob’s child. Yeah, I sincerely and whole heartily meant that Zelda. Because that would causes for a huge momentous occasion that your family and friends all get to celebrate with you. And when the moment finally arrives, big hopes and dreams start flooding the air, you hold its tiny little body in your arms thinking you got everything now. But wait, I hope and dream that while it is still in your care, that it stops breathing and dies not getting a chance to grow up and experience the wonders of life as the child of Zelda Knite and Rob Diamond.
I hope that when it’s buried you cry and morn forever knowing that your angel has decided to leave you behind because you are nothing. And I’m not the only one that thinks this Z, because Venom wants that same dream too and he took it a step further and said he’d cause the abortion himself.
I hope you suffer for all those months you’ve made our division nothing more than the Zelda Knite Power Hour show. I didn’t come to nCw because of your famed Women’s title reign; I came because I wanted to be here and nothing more. You should have had a wonderful career thus far. I mean you clearly have become so dominate in that ring like a general, however, there is one thing you never did.
Beat Lance Ryan at the 3rd Year Anniversary of Collision.
And Crystal Hilton, everyone’s less experienced person in EMF. You girls are really humoring me and Roxxxie with the way you both cut your promos out to include Zelda throws something at you. But yes, you are the less experienced, not only did you fail to get the title, but you also decided to drop Todd.
Yeah, sweetie, you never beat me for the title and when you did it wasn’t for nothing more than just bragging rights. Doesn’t mean **** until it comes down to a Women’s World title shot. And guess what, you once again proved to be less experienced in nCw, because Brittany’s mother doesn’t have singles gold in nCw. I mean she talks about having singles titles everywhere else but there isn’t anything nCw that says she won anything here, she came close but couldn’t pull through.
The only way you could stand a chance to win my title was if you had your girl pal with you. It’s kind of ironic that people talk about me being the shadow of Zelda, when she basically spat on the title belt and decided to play loopy loop with Charlie, with Falcon, with Rob until the world title became a who’s who edition of Jeopardy. But you, Crystal have never beaten me for the nCw Women’s World championship.
And do you honestly believe you and Zelda are going to leave that arena with the nCw Starlet Tag championships? You think that me and Roxxxie won’t co-exist in this match based on our checkered past? Maybe you should go and sleep with your man-whore before he gets sick of you.
EMF is such an amazing team that they have to stamp on people just how less important they really are. That seriously has to be one of the most ****ed up **** ever in business. Let people be brained washed into believing that just because EMF does something doesn’t make them cool, it makes them stupid. Anyone could buy one of those. Let me guess, you both were up one night after getting tired of battling with your plastic light sabers and turned on some backwater wrestling promotion that has gimmicks that appeared a six year old came up with in their mom’s minivan.
But on this night, rest assured there will be A Night to Remember. However, it’s going to be when EMF gets beat by the History Buff and the Ex-Pornstar for their Starlet Tag Team championships.
But that's right, Zelda doesn't care.
:: If I were to be remembered for sacrificing my body and well-being, let the fans say that when I faced the two-headed fire breathing dragon my attacks echoed beyond the confines of the arena. That my kicks were like tiger claws against the skin, and my punches were that of Muhammad Ali in his prime. Even though I walk across the valley death, I do not fear fading into the night. This is Judgment Day ::