Post by Trish Newborn on Jun 24, 2011 1:27:15 GMT -6
Our scene opens to a dark baby room fully filled with a crib, stuffed animals and a rocking chair sitting in the far corner next to the windows. A jack in the box is showed staring at the camera with his creepy presence and wicked smile. The camera fades into playing images of baby things as flames begin to destroy the images from top to bottom leaving nothing behind put ashes. Disturbed shots of a crazed Patricia, her eyes staring back at you with flashes of lightning reveals her face. A nursery rhythm play in the background with a voice-over joins the promo.
“After 30 years a secret is revealed...”
Flashes of a birth certificate is shown laying across a red velvet cloth propped up, with a light source shining down on it to make it visible for view. Next to it is a pink baby rattle with matching booties.
“Two sisters with a bloody feud...”
The baby's room slowly fades into a video package with the music of Adelitas Way's Sick. Flashbacks on the two's intense moments against each other leading up to their final encounter includes their first singles match on Trauma, Roxxxie winning the championship all the way to the Patricia laying out her ex-girlfriend in a recent episode of nCw Collision until a blurry image of an underworld volcano covered in a carves of dark and light brown clay surface and ashes with three columns; two on the right and one on the left appear. Suddenly, a fiery phoenix of legend comes out of nowhere and the animation stills of the two women show on the screen with the following words.
“Trish Newborn vs Roxxxie. Sister Vs. Sister in a nCw Death Match Rules.”
The crackling of the fire can be heard as the Phoenix makes another swoop but this time it slowly forms the nCw Reborn 2011 logo after revealing the Reborn name from under him.
“nCw Presents Reborn. From the sold out arena in London, England...”
Patricia Newborne enters the frame from the corner dressed in her new wrestling attire. She tosses her head and slides on her sunglasses on while looking seductive.
“Live and only on Pay-Per-View, June 29th.”
It fades with a wink to the camera, and Patricia letting out a laugh.
Date: Thursday, June 23, 2011
Location: Le Gavroche; London, England
Our journey takes us deeper into London. Deeper in the place that has seen its fair share of bloody massacres over the centuries, where women were craved like meat by an unknown stranger that walked the night alone. The scene opens on a moonless night. In fact, most people are either screwing their partners, drinking, or they have simply resting themselves in dreamland about this time. We open to a quite setting inside Le Gavroche, a French restaurant in London, England. The camera sees tables all elegantly prepared for dining, and several wine glasses are placed on them. Patricia is seen sitting in the middle section already handing her menu back to the waiter with a pleasant smile.
“If I have to eat snail...”
“You made it. Glad to see you are not bruised from your first loss.”
“Bite me, Barbie.”
Alexis says, sitting down slowly on the chair opposite of Patricia pulling it in toward the table. Thoughts shifted in her mind wondering why Newborne wanted her here. Patricia takes a wine glass, and gently presses it to her lips, drinking wine before lowering it.
“Spill it.”
“Can't I invite my wonderful sister to dinner?”
“It's step-sister. And I knew you for years and you have never been nice to me.”
“Times have changed.”
“Since when?”
Patricia was crafty. There could be a dozens of excuses she could have used but instead Newborne decided to come clean with a simply nod and lift of her eyebrow.
“I thought it would be nice to celebrate the final moments of Amy's life before deciding she wanted in our little family from Hell. This match isn't going to be for the weak of heart. I'm looking to make that whore wish she never walked through those doors.”
“Figures.”
“What?”
Alexis leans forward.
“You going ape **** over not being the center of attention anymore. It was like that when I came around. Now you've gone completely insane over this. All for mayhem and blood, but even I have my limits to what is acceptable. Yeah, you two hate each other. Get over it. And you call me insane...”
Alexis decides to get up and leaves the table without adding anything. Meanwhile, the waiter comes to the table with their food and only sees Patricia sitting down slouched over rolling her eyes. She notices him, looks up and narrows her eyes while letting out a sigh.
“What the **** are you staring at?”
She grabs her plate and starts eating away with a folk in her hand. Thinking of ways Roxxxie will be beaten come this Sunday on pay-per-view as the scene fades.
What's wrong sister? I thought you would be the first one telling me how I should learn to shut my mouth. I thought you would be the one preaching that this bloody feud of ours has to end, and you would be the one to end it. Amy, I think you are scared of what I become. You don't fully understand that when you cost me my baby, that it made me realize how dangerous I am with just a flip of the switch. Jennifer tried to force me to give up on an industry I love for something meaningless as a relationship. We both know I could never leave this business unless I'm dead.
Sis, you of all people should understand my love for wrestling. It feeds me anger management and championships like no other. You have won countless titles else where. But here, you only won gold once and that was against me on my weakest hour.
Praise yourself all you want about how you were beaten beforehand and yet, I was beaten by you to have the second longest reign in nCw to end. Something no one could have done previously. Not Crystal Hilton or Stephanie could do at their strongest time. But simple, plain Roxxxie beat me for the Starlets World Championship. It seems to have cursed you since you took it from me all those months ago. Your winning record is slim now-a-days. I know mine is nothing to talk about but yours, you have prided around giving others advice on how to rule their lives like you are so ***damn consonant.
A spokesperson for the whole division and women rights.
Amy, do you enjoy playing red rover growing up as a children? I did. In fact, I used to dream that I had a sister that I could play it with as friends came over to join us in the innocent fun. It would have been fun to watch her fall down onto the front yawn and I come up to lend my foot across your throat, watching as they slowly choke. I also collected Barbies when I was little, remember those?
Ah, the 80's in California. Wished you could have seen California, or the family estate in mountains for Christmas but you were so far away from me. We could have had fun together growing up. I would really be into your make-up and bugging you death until you come along to chase me out of your room.
Maybe interrupt your very first clients. Instead I got a little brat named Alexis. But now, I am going to have to end your career in the New Championship Wrestling dear sweet sister. You've become somewhat of a bitch to me over the time we've spent in that ring against each other. And I'm afraid if I let you continue to dishonor the family name whether you wish to carry it or not, I would be shame to all our ancestors who were true fighters in the face of a war among enemies and freedom.
Face it, Amy. You don't have sh*t compared to me. I have, and I always will be on a whole other level than you could even imagine Tattoo Girl. Hell, I own an entire galaxy that would crush you in a second.
Aww, I'm sorry I'm being cocky and mega bitch since you arrived to rob me of everything. I didn't want to hurt Jennifer last week, that was yours and her doing. Both of you forced me to drop her on her head in front of millions of morons, and the thousands of in-breeders watching on television. It was you that started this whole feud against me for being a stupid twat that only sees the world as friendly.
Where's that fire, bitch? The same fire that beat me in our “Xtreme” match and once again in our title match on Collision that you won. Where is it? Did it take a vacation? I'm going to enjoy watching limb during our match at the pay-per-view like an injured puppy looking for an excuse to be shot.
Yes, I know that I'm stuck with knowing you are my sister no matter what. But that doesn't mean I will hold back on beating everything you've ever done to me out of your ass. I am the only 100 percent original, full bloodied Italian Newborne between us bitch.
You have gone silent as I create my 300 army. And we will wage our war to no end until one of us cannot stand on our legs, cannot breathe, CANNOT ****ing stay awake from the blood pouring down our bodies. On Sunday, our world of wars will end like a silent whisper in the night and fading of a beating heart. I will stand from battle, and I will spit on your grave. Because after that night is over, so will any remembrance that you were ever here.
This is my Genesis. It is my picture perfect ending.
“After 30 years a secret is revealed...”
Flashes of a birth certificate is shown laying across a red velvet cloth propped up, with a light source shining down on it to make it visible for view. Next to it is a pink baby rattle with matching booties.
“Two sisters with a bloody feud...”
The baby's room slowly fades into a video package with the music of Adelitas Way's Sick. Flashbacks on the two's intense moments against each other leading up to their final encounter includes their first singles match on Trauma, Roxxxie winning the championship all the way to the Patricia laying out her ex-girlfriend in a recent episode of nCw Collision until a blurry image of an underworld volcano covered in a carves of dark and light brown clay surface and ashes with three columns; two on the right and one on the left appear. Suddenly, a fiery phoenix of legend comes out of nowhere and the animation stills of the two women show on the screen with the following words.
“Trish Newborn vs Roxxxie. Sister Vs. Sister in a nCw Death Match Rules.”
The crackling of the fire can be heard as the Phoenix makes another swoop but this time it slowly forms the nCw Reborn 2011 logo after revealing the Reborn name from under him.
“nCw Presents Reborn. From the sold out arena in London, England...”
Patricia Newborne enters the frame from the corner dressed in her new wrestling attire. She tosses her head and slides on her sunglasses on while looking seductive.
“Live and only on Pay-Per-View, June 29th.”
It fades with a wink to the camera, and Patricia letting out a laugh.
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” - The Mad Hatter, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
[/b][/center]Date: Thursday, June 23, 2011
Location: Le Gavroche; London, England
Our journey takes us deeper into London. Deeper in the place that has seen its fair share of bloody massacres over the centuries, where women were craved like meat by an unknown stranger that walked the night alone. The scene opens on a moonless night. In fact, most people are either screwing their partners, drinking, or they have simply resting themselves in dreamland about this time. We open to a quite setting inside Le Gavroche, a French restaurant in London, England. The camera sees tables all elegantly prepared for dining, and several wine glasses are placed on them. Patricia is seen sitting in the middle section already handing her menu back to the waiter with a pleasant smile.
“If I have to eat snail...”
“You made it. Glad to see you are not bruised from your first loss.”
“Bite me, Barbie.”
Alexis says, sitting down slowly on the chair opposite of Patricia pulling it in toward the table. Thoughts shifted in her mind wondering why Newborne wanted her here. Patricia takes a wine glass, and gently presses it to her lips, drinking wine before lowering it.
“Spill it.”
“Can't I invite my wonderful sister to dinner?”
“It's step-sister. And I knew you for years and you have never been nice to me.”
“Times have changed.”
“Since when?”
Patricia was crafty. There could be a dozens of excuses she could have used but instead Newborne decided to come clean with a simply nod and lift of her eyebrow.
“I thought it would be nice to celebrate the final moments of Amy's life before deciding she wanted in our little family from Hell. This match isn't going to be for the weak of heart. I'm looking to make that whore wish she never walked through those doors.”
“Figures.”
“What?”
Alexis leans forward.
“You going ape **** over not being the center of attention anymore. It was like that when I came around. Now you've gone completely insane over this. All for mayhem and blood, but even I have my limits to what is acceptable. Yeah, you two hate each other. Get over it. And you call me insane...”
Alexis decides to get up and leaves the table without adding anything. Meanwhile, the waiter comes to the table with their food and only sees Patricia sitting down slouched over rolling her eyes. She notices him, looks up and narrows her eyes while letting out a sigh.
“What the **** are you staring at?”
She grabs her plate and starts eating away with a folk in her hand. Thinking of ways Roxxxie will be beaten come this Sunday on pay-per-view as the scene fades.
What's wrong sister? I thought you would be the first one telling me how I should learn to shut my mouth. I thought you would be the one preaching that this bloody feud of ours has to end, and you would be the one to end it. Amy, I think you are scared of what I become. You don't fully understand that when you cost me my baby, that it made me realize how dangerous I am with just a flip of the switch. Jennifer tried to force me to give up on an industry I love for something meaningless as a relationship. We both know I could never leave this business unless I'm dead.
Sis, you of all people should understand my love for wrestling. It feeds me anger management and championships like no other. You have won countless titles else where. But here, you only won gold once and that was against me on my weakest hour.
Praise yourself all you want about how you were beaten beforehand and yet, I was beaten by you to have the second longest reign in nCw to end. Something no one could have done previously. Not Crystal Hilton or Stephanie could do at their strongest time. But simple, plain Roxxxie beat me for the Starlets World Championship. It seems to have cursed you since you took it from me all those months ago. Your winning record is slim now-a-days. I know mine is nothing to talk about but yours, you have prided around giving others advice on how to rule their lives like you are so ***damn consonant.
A spokesperson for the whole division and women rights.
Amy, do you enjoy playing red rover growing up as a children? I did. In fact, I used to dream that I had a sister that I could play it with as friends came over to join us in the innocent fun. It would have been fun to watch her fall down onto the front yawn and I come up to lend my foot across your throat, watching as they slowly choke. I also collected Barbies when I was little, remember those?
Ah, the 80's in California. Wished you could have seen California, or the family estate in mountains for Christmas but you were so far away from me. We could have had fun together growing up. I would really be into your make-up and bugging you death until you come along to chase me out of your room.
Maybe interrupt your very first clients. Instead I got a little brat named Alexis. But now, I am going to have to end your career in the New Championship Wrestling dear sweet sister. You've become somewhat of a bitch to me over the time we've spent in that ring against each other. And I'm afraid if I let you continue to dishonor the family name whether you wish to carry it or not, I would be shame to all our ancestors who were true fighters in the face of a war among enemies and freedom.
Face it, Amy. You don't have sh*t compared to me. I have, and I always will be on a whole other level than you could even imagine Tattoo Girl. Hell, I own an entire galaxy that would crush you in a second.
Aww, I'm sorry I'm being cocky and mega bitch since you arrived to rob me of everything. I didn't want to hurt Jennifer last week, that was yours and her doing. Both of you forced me to drop her on her head in front of millions of morons, and the thousands of in-breeders watching on television. It was you that started this whole feud against me for being a stupid twat that only sees the world as friendly.
Where's that fire, bitch? The same fire that beat me in our “Xtreme” match and once again in our title match on Collision that you won. Where is it? Did it take a vacation? I'm going to enjoy watching limb during our match at the pay-per-view like an injured puppy looking for an excuse to be shot.
Yes, I know that I'm stuck with knowing you are my sister no matter what. But that doesn't mean I will hold back on beating everything you've ever done to me out of your ass. I am the only 100 percent original, full bloodied Italian Newborne between us bitch.
You have gone silent as I create my 300 army. And we will wage our war to no end until one of us cannot stand on our legs, cannot breathe, CANNOT ****ing stay awake from the blood pouring down our bodies. On Sunday, our world of wars will end like a silent whisper in the night and fading of a beating heart. I will stand from battle, and I will spit on your grave. Because after that night is over, so will any remembrance that you were ever here.
This is my Genesis. It is my picture perfect ending.