Post by Trish Newborn on Jun 22, 2011 3:31:59 GMT -6
Date: Tuesday, June 22, 2011
Location: St James’s Church, Piccadilly, London
London, England – the next stop for the New Championship Wresting promotion in their United Kingdom tour. The country that has for many centuries shared it's taste of bloody encounters. From the killings of Jack The Ripper to the beheading of The Queen of England, Anne Boleyn. Our scene opens on a peaceful evening, as the camera pans around the St James's Church located in the center of London. The sky is a milky orange color with the sun slowly beginning to set for a long slumber. Transitioning now, we see the inside with a large stain glass window being the center piece, wooden paneling, white painted walls, and a giant cross.
A few people start to leave giving their thanks to the priest at the front door, all but one person praying. The priest notices this, and slowly approaches the visible kneeling woman wearing all black but her face is hidden from view.
“I don't blame you for wanting more time with prayer. Our father is always here to remind us that no matter what happens in our lives, he accepts us for who we are. Tell me child, is there something troubling you this evening? Do you need a place to stay?”
Expecting an answer, the woman doesn't give him any response but continues to pray. Nodding, the old man decides to leave her alone and backs away.
“I'll be in my office.”
“Cain and Abel...”
“What? Yes, the two brothers of Adam and Eve that had Cain kill his brother Abel.”
“Did Cain enjoy his actions after he killed his brother?”
Slowly we see the formation of a female face as the blurriness goes away but it's still too dark to make it out anything other than the characteristics. The priest is taken back some by the question, however, he tries to collect his thoughts to answer it to the best of his knowledge.
“I supposed so. He was forced to walk the earth as punishment for what he had done to his brother. But forgive me child, what does this have to do with you? Have you killed a family member and come here praying for forgiveness? If you want, you can come back and talk in the confessional.”
The camera shows a mouth from the side.
My dad used to tell me how important family should mean to me. That I should always try my best to do what is right for my family, what is right for my relationships, what is right to me. And that, if I do everything right then I should be blessed with everything good done to me in return...”
Her eyes open for the first time and turns revealing to the world her identity being Patricia Newborne. A day removed from making her return to nCw television after leaving her ex-girlfriend laying on the cold wrestling mat. Her beauty is only masked by the dangerous mind that is encased in her skull, plotting every moment of every day on ways to strike her opponents, not caring about the aftermath that followed. The Priest looked into her eyes standing there, and he saw nothing behind them. No window to the soul. Just nothing but a crazed person looking back at him.
“My father also used to let me go every summer to the First United Methodist Church of San Diego for vacation bible school. It wasn't until my father died, that I started to change. Years later, not quite understanding my place in the world, I followed my mother's wish into modeling until I found my true calling in the wrestling business. Once again believing my father's word until the day came when I opened my eyes to see that the fans turned on me when I needed them most. I decided that going to serve someone who takes pride in ripping away my father doesn't deserve my loyal attention.”
“I understand. I can see you're angry.”
“Pfft. What make you think you understand what I'm going through. Much less understand my anger. You didn't have your own sister screw you out of a big chance.”
“I can help you.”
Patricia snaps up to her feet and in his face.
“I DON'T NEED HELP!!! But my sister, the tramp that she once was, needs all the help you can give her this Sunday. Because on that day, I am not her sister but I am something far worse than she could ever imagine. She thinks facing me both was an uphill battle, she has a lot to learn about being a Newborne.”
She manically starts laughing and turns her head in a cutesy fashion before making a 'cross my heart, hope to die' symbol across her chest toward him as Newborne backs away with a smile.
“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray my soul is mine to keep... HAHAHA!”
Our scene fades to the sound of music playing over the video feed. Shadows of Patricia are seen just before darkness. Countdown to nCw Reborn pay-per-view begins now for the sisters Newborne. With time being a factor until this bloody feud ends once and for all.
Amy, I know that you must be wondering what kind of person would do that to another human being, to be so deceitful as to lie to someone that we swore to love. But ask yourself, what is love really? Love is strange, uncontrollable thing of nature. We all do things that we're going to regret down the line, sure. But I did what I needed to do to send you a clear message, sweet sis. I needed you to witness that what happened to Jennifer was my sacrifice all for you.
How does it feel being a Newborne? I mean, I know how bad it must have felt to see that your own family even tossed your collective ass out to the curve. Because they didn't want a half-breed.
Oh, but you are going to play it off that you don't care about the money or the name. That everything of the Newborne legacy means nothing to you because you already have a family. Those poor for nothing pieces of sh*t deserves to have a former porn star as their daughter. You might be the oldest in the gene pool between both of us but you don't have 100 percent Newborne DNA. No beautiful figure or looks. No brains like the rest of us. Not even a sense of fashion do you even have.
What were the chances of us finding out we're even related, anyway? I feel like I'm on a television talk show with the next guest being a stupid little midget with a cowboy hat on telling the world how he likes big ugly, skanks. But yet, here we are sisters.
I hate you.
I REALLY hate you.
You've been stinking up the locker room ever since you came to this company giving away free diseases with every purchase of your crap you call merchandise for far too long. This whole ***damn punk life style and nice girl approach, I am tired of it. All you got to your name is just being born. You shouldn't have but my family has a damn heart so sue them. But what makes this even more tiring, is that every single time I feel well about myself there you are with your stupid haircut and stupid smile.
Then last month, after I found out about us being sisters, I decided that many I should give you ****ing break for once and see what you can do. I thought that being a tag champion would be so awesome, having to even share it with a wash up bitch like you was alright.
But no, you screwed up what you were supposed to do in that ring. It was your job to stand the hell away from the ring unless I tagged you! And did I tag? Hell no! You decided that it was time to be a nice girl and help out when there wasn't a need to help. Just like you Amy. You help to **** up everything because it's clear to me and everyone else that isn't brain dead from that poor porn acting you do, that I am the better half over our sisterly bond moments we shared in the ring. Everyone knows it.
You think that for one second I'm scared to be a Bad Girl? Or that Stephanie is going to run down to save her partner? I think you need a reality check, sis.
HAHAHA! You think I am going to allow you to beat me?
But Amy, I do want to thank you for making me slowly realize that even though our battle here is coming to an end. I can always count on family holidays to fight you any time you walk up those steps and ring our door bell. I know you want to get to know my family and where you came from. Maybe even making a Lifetime movie about how you feel like apart of yourself is missing until you see and learn all there is to know about the family that abandoned at birth. See, I'm already in tears.
You know I'm not apologetic for the things that I did last week. I'm not even apologetic for things I did to you in the past. And I won't be apologetic to things I do in our nCw Death Match at Reborn.
But the chairshot were my personal favorite moment between us.
The cracking sound that the chair made across your skull is still with even right now. It's on my ringtones. I smile every time someone calls me from my cell phone and talks. It is almost like my nirvana in a way. Go back to the Marshall family Punk Princess. Say hello to the people who didn't know when to say no. Say hello to your two other brats you call siblings.
You may call it being jealous, I call it go to Hell and choke on your own blood you piece of sh*t!
Location: St James’s Church, Piccadilly, London
London, England – the next stop for the New Championship Wresting promotion in their United Kingdom tour. The country that has for many centuries shared it's taste of bloody encounters. From the killings of Jack The Ripper to the beheading of The Queen of England, Anne Boleyn. Our scene opens on a peaceful evening, as the camera pans around the St James's Church located in the center of London. The sky is a milky orange color with the sun slowly beginning to set for a long slumber. Transitioning now, we see the inside with a large stain glass window being the center piece, wooden paneling, white painted walls, and a giant cross.
A few people start to leave giving their thanks to the priest at the front door, all but one person praying. The priest notices this, and slowly approaches the visible kneeling woman wearing all black but her face is hidden from view.
“I don't blame you for wanting more time with prayer. Our father is always here to remind us that no matter what happens in our lives, he accepts us for who we are. Tell me child, is there something troubling you this evening? Do you need a place to stay?”
Expecting an answer, the woman doesn't give him any response but continues to pray. Nodding, the old man decides to leave her alone and backs away.
“I'll be in my office.”
“Cain and Abel...”
“What? Yes, the two brothers of Adam and Eve that had Cain kill his brother Abel.”
“Did Cain enjoy his actions after he killed his brother?”
Slowly we see the formation of a female face as the blurriness goes away but it's still too dark to make it out anything other than the characteristics. The priest is taken back some by the question, however, he tries to collect his thoughts to answer it to the best of his knowledge.
“I supposed so. He was forced to walk the earth as punishment for what he had done to his brother. But forgive me child, what does this have to do with you? Have you killed a family member and come here praying for forgiveness? If you want, you can come back and talk in the confessional.”
The camera shows a mouth from the side.
My dad used to tell me how important family should mean to me. That I should always try my best to do what is right for my family, what is right for my relationships, what is right to me. And that, if I do everything right then I should be blessed with everything good done to me in return...”
Her eyes open for the first time and turns revealing to the world her identity being Patricia Newborne. A day removed from making her return to nCw television after leaving her ex-girlfriend laying on the cold wrestling mat. Her beauty is only masked by the dangerous mind that is encased in her skull, plotting every moment of every day on ways to strike her opponents, not caring about the aftermath that followed. The Priest looked into her eyes standing there, and he saw nothing behind them. No window to the soul. Just nothing but a crazed person looking back at him.
“My father also used to let me go every summer to the First United Methodist Church of San Diego for vacation bible school. It wasn't until my father died, that I started to change. Years later, not quite understanding my place in the world, I followed my mother's wish into modeling until I found my true calling in the wrestling business. Once again believing my father's word until the day came when I opened my eyes to see that the fans turned on me when I needed them most. I decided that going to serve someone who takes pride in ripping away my father doesn't deserve my loyal attention.”
“I understand. I can see you're angry.”
“Pfft. What make you think you understand what I'm going through. Much less understand my anger. You didn't have your own sister screw you out of a big chance.”
“I can help you.”
Patricia snaps up to her feet and in his face.
“I DON'T NEED HELP!!! But my sister, the tramp that she once was, needs all the help you can give her this Sunday. Because on that day, I am not her sister but I am something far worse than she could ever imagine. She thinks facing me both was an uphill battle, she has a lot to learn about being a Newborne.”
She manically starts laughing and turns her head in a cutesy fashion before making a 'cross my heart, hope to die' symbol across her chest toward him as Newborne backs away with a smile.
“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray my soul is mine to keep... HAHAHA!”
Our scene fades to the sound of music playing over the video feed. Shadows of Patricia are seen just before darkness. Countdown to nCw Reborn pay-per-view begins now for the sisters Newborne. With time being a factor until this bloody feud ends once and for all.
Amy, I know that you must be wondering what kind of person would do that to another human being, to be so deceitful as to lie to someone that we swore to love. But ask yourself, what is love really? Love is strange, uncontrollable thing of nature. We all do things that we're going to regret down the line, sure. But I did what I needed to do to send you a clear message, sweet sis. I needed you to witness that what happened to Jennifer was my sacrifice all for you.
How does it feel being a Newborne? I mean, I know how bad it must have felt to see that your own family even tossed your collective ass out to the curve. Because they didn't want a half-breed.
Oh, but you are going to play it off that you don't care about the money or the name. That everything of the Newborne legacy means nothing to you because you already have a family. Those poor for nothing pieces of sh*t deserves to have a former porn star as their daughter. You might be the oldest in the gene pool between both of us but you don't have 100 percent Newborne DNA. No beautiful figure or looks. No brains like the rest of us. Not even a sense of fashion do you even have.
What were the chances of us finding out we're even related, anyway? I feel like I'm on a television talk show with the next guest being a stupid little midget with a cowboy hat on telling the world how he likes big ugly, skanks. But yet, here we are sisters.
I hate you.
I REALLY hate you.
You've been stinking up the locker room ever since you came to this company giving away free diseases with every purchase of your crap you call merchandise for far too long. This whole ***damn punk life style and nice girl approach, I am tired of it. All you got to your name is just being born. You shouldn't have but my family has a damn heart so sue them. But what makes this even more tiring, is that every single time I feel well about myself there you are with your stupid haircut and stupid smile.
Then last month, after I found out about us being sisters, I decided that many I should give you ****ing break for once and see what you can do. I thought that being a tag champion would be so awesome, having to even share it with a wash up bitch like you was alright.
But no, you screwed up what you were supposed to do in that ring. It was your job to stand the hell away from the ring unless I tagged you! And did I tag? Hell no! You decided that it was time to be a nice girl and help out when there wasn't a need to help. Just like you Amy. You help to **** up everything because it's clear to me and everyone else that isn't brain dead from that poor porn acting you do, that I am the better half over our sisterly bond moments we shared in the ring. Everyone knows it.
You think that for one second I'm scared to be a Bad Girl? Or that Stephanie is going to run down to save her partner? I think you need a reality check, sis.
HAHAHA! You think I am going to allow you to beat me?
But Amy, I do want to thank you for making me slowly realize that even though our battle here is coming to an end. I can always count on family holidays to fight you any time you walk up those steps and ring our door bell. I know you want to get to know my family and where you came from. Maybe even making a Lifetime movie about how you feel like apart of yourself is missing until you see and learn all there is to know about the family that abandoned at birth. See, I'm already in tears.
You know I'm not apologetic for the things that I did last week. I'm not even apologetic for things I did to you in the past. And I won't be apologetic to things I do in our nCw Death Match at Reborn.
But the chairshot were my personal favorite moment between us.
The cracking sound that the chair made across your skull is still with even right now. It's on my ringtones. I smile every time someone calls me from my cell phone and talks. It is almost like my nirvana in a way. Go back to the Marshall family Punk Princess. Say hello to the people who didn't know when to say no. Say hello to your two other brats you call siblings.
You may call it being jealous, I call it go to Hell and choke on your own blood you piece of sh*t!