Post by Trish Newborn on Jun 26, 2011 5:28:09 GMT -6
And now my sweet sister has decided to open her mouth, and finally show up after a week of knowing that I was coming for blood, shows up and it's a press conference. What is up with you and those? Clearly you have better settings than that. You bore me, sister. Like you have since the time we met. And it was really cute that you became interested in history. But Amy, I guess you were inspired by me using the same exact history reference against you. Looks like you made a huge mistake when you decided to take something that I said and spin your own version ending with pretty much the same ending I came up with. Gee, I guess you were really inspired there, uh Tattoo Girl?
It's also nice that you and Alexis made friends with each other. Concerning that you two have similar backgrounds. I get tired of the ****ing slut, you can have her. Let's face it, she was the adultery sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back and sunk her claws into him. She dug so deep that she married the bastard. Oops, I guess Miss "History Buff" didn't do her ****ing homework. Whose the screw up now, Amy? Because from where I'm standing, it isn't me.
You have ran out of ideas. Admit it, you can't see yourself beating me deep down. That is why you waited and were playing off like that was your plan all along. It's amazing how much spin, that mouth can do when it isn't going down on a homeless homo. Did Joe Everyman teach you how to suck?
Here it is, that big chance to get even with me for all the **** I've said since the day we first fought. You could have come up with something a little better than a stupid press conference for the millionth time we've faced each other. It's getting old really fast. Almost like that stupid Punk Princess ****, like you are the reincarnated Ari Up from The Slits. What, are you going to spread out all kinds of anarchy and rebel against everyone that stands in your way?
Where's that ***damn chick at, bitch? Because it isn't you. If it were you, then you wouldn't suck so bad that had to Stephanie pick you up and offer to be a team. Even your tag team name is a disgrace to not just my family, but it women world-wide. You're perversion is everywhere around here, that I actually expect walking around one day to find a ****ing sex tape between you and the little prick.
You can say whatever you want sister. But that won't change the fact that I'm going into the pay-per-view with an one track mind to destroy Amy Marshall from ever existing. Think of me as the real life Terminator Model Trish 900. Only I will succeed in my mission. I will beat you so bad that plastic surgery won't be an option for the things that I do to that milky skin of yours. No one is going to come out and rescue you from destruction. Kind of poetic that Amy Marshall entered this world by a family that dumped her in the garbage just like yesterdays news only to be beaten apart without anyone helping.
My title is gone because you, bitch. Now I'm going to take your life away from you.
It will be my crowning moment to add with my many championships, trophies and other things of which I won over my time in wrestling. Something you, half-breed, didn't have the fortune of knowing what it meant to be 100% Italian and 100% Fabulous. Without that, sister, you are just common trash.
But then again, everyone knows what you are from looking at you. Oh, believe me go ahead and make claims that I haven't changed since two months ago in FedExForum.
Go ahead, spin your magic for your little sister. I remember that night very well. It was the first pay-per-view that I debuted as an Young Gun. That head of yours feel better after I spat on your face and your career using the Bad Girl even better than you. True, you did manage to kick out of mine. However, no force on earth could wake you after the ref's hand hit the mat. No, it didn't.
If you were still champion, you would have lost that belt to Zelda Knite or whoever lined up after our match at Sovereign before our tag team match because you don't know how to make an impact. You're dull, clueless person wondering around back hoping someone could help in your troubles.
What happen to Jennifer wasn't under pressure. It was part of statement that this is your fate come Reborn. I don't need the Young Guns to beat someone down. I am dangerous all on my own.
This isn't the blame game. This isn't even Candyland. This is my game!
Date: Saturday, June 27, 2011
Location: The Athenaeum Hotel; London, England
“Harsh little baby don't say a word...”
Less than hours away from the first nCw pay-per-view in United Kingdom. Reborn is coming from the sold out arena in London, England. The entire card has been stacked up for a week, as superstars from both male and female divisions go out to show the British what New Championship Wrestling is all about. Our scene opens to a dark hotel room inside the where everything turned off. Patricia's humming is the only thing that anyone could hear in this quiet space full of Victorian furniture, with the television located on the few end left against the wall and next to the few bottles of Jack Daniels and the mini refrigerator. Cameras pan over to spot Patricia holding a stuffed rabbit on the ground with her feet pressed on the blue carpet. She looks completely out of it and off in her own world.
“Rabbit, I don't think anyone understands me like you do. But that's okay, Mommy is going to get her revenge on that very bad aunt of yours, and then reclaim my place as one of the best.”
She slowly turns her head to the camera.
“The countdown begins to a bloody massacre that these British incompetent fools have not seen in quiet some time. I don't care if you are my own family. I don't even care that you want to go around poking fun of that small fact I am a translucent champion the second time around. I only care about breaking your spirit, breaking your body and breaking your pride in half. This is our final battle and I am SO glad to end everything of you. Your passion is about to be die.”
Newborne lowers the rabbit down onto the floor gently. We see her lifting her arm on something outside the cameras view, and she pulls out a lit cigarette placing it on her lips. The smoking coming from the cancer stick starts filling the air with every puff the vixen makes, the heavier the smoke becomes in the room. Patricia blows a smoke cloud right in the face of our camera man. She doesn't care about the will-being of anyone, The Italian Californian naive keeps a serious face.
“That feeling of self-confidence is going right a long with it. Amy, I have been thinking about this moment since the moment my fist hit that messed up face with that sickening arched nose. Nonstop thinking about how I would get payback for the way you didn't listen to orders. You should not entered that damn ring and at least if I did get a Contra Code, you'd be there to break it up. But no, you wanted to cost me everything by allowing EMF to pick up the victory! But I doubt that your brain could have picked up on anything other than making sure I didn't leave as champion of this division!”
“Amy, you as a whole, you're not near my caliber of wrestling. I am the student of the game when it comes to beating the holy hell out of someone. I don't stop, I don't let my heart get in the way of winning a match. If I wanted to end your entire existence. I will do it in a blink of an eye. And all those trips to the press conferences and to the zoo handing out “business cards” will do you no good when I make you choke on your sweet blood, sister. Face it sis, this will be our blood oath.”
She takes another puff before continuing.
“That is, until I drive a stake into that diseased heart.”
“Isn't that harsh for your own flesh and blood?”
“SHUT UP!
Patricia starts bursting out laughing. Shaking her head at the thought that were flowing through her mind about what she plans to do to Roxxxie at the pay-per-view. Visions of her sisters blood covering her hands like that of war paint ready to be placed across her face. Suddenly, Trish thinks about Roxxxie's boyfriend, Ander Carvetti who seemed pissed that Trish and Roxxxie were sisters. She begins tipping the black ashes into the tray.
“I know Ander just loves the idea of every time he thinks about you. It reminds him of how much he hurts me. Because our blood is one in the same. But unlike yours, mine doesn't bleed easy.”
“This match is our final meeting inside the ring. Weapons will be used to snap whatever energy you ever had as I pin you for the three count. Then I will watch as you don't get back up after the referee countdown, giving second after second to get up before he counts to 10. But if I were you, I'd stay the **** down. Because I will make sure you never walk again!”
Cigarette in hand, Patricia grabs the camera causing it to shake and finally gets control of it and gets it in eye level. Newborne looks dead center into the media device.
“Reborn is my night for revenge. I want to make you suffer, you can call me crazy all you want. But tonight will be the night that Trish Newborn is declared the winner against the Punk Princess of the New Championship Wrestling. I'm begging you to shut me up and break my jaw. Please!?!?! Do it for your "fans." Do it for your ****ed up "family" back in Alaska. Do it for those brats you lived with all your life.”
Scene slowly fades with Patricia shoveling the camera back into the hands of the camera guy, as the fans await the Reborn pay-per-view that is jam-packed full of nCw action. The long awaited bitter rivalry between two sisters comes to an exploding end. All when nCw Reborn goes live on pay-per-view.
It's also nice that you and Alexis made friends with each other. Concerning that you two have similar backgrounds. I get tired of the ****ing slut, you can have her. Let's face it, she was the adultery sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back and sunk her claws into him. She dug so deep that she married the bastard. Oops, I guess Miss "History Buff" didn't do her ****ing homework. Whose the screw up now, Amy? Because from where I'm standing, it isn't me.
You have ran out of ideas. Admit it, you can't see yourself beating me deep down. That is why you waited and were playing off like that was your plan all along. It's amazing how much spin, that mouth can do when it isn't going down on a homeless homo. Did Joe Everyman teach you how to suck?
Here it is, that big chance to get even with me for all the **** I've said since the day we first fought. You could have come up with something a little better than a stupid press conference for the millionth time we've faced each other. It's getting old really fast. Almost like that stupid Punk Princess ****, like you are the reincarnated Ari Up from The Slits. What, are you going to spread out all kinds of anarchy and rebel against everyone that stands in your way?
Where's that ***damn chick at, bitch? Because it isn't you. If it were you, then you wouldn't suck so bad that had to Stephanie pick you up and offer to be a team. Even your tag team name is a disgrace to not just my family, but it women world-wide. You're perversion is everywhere around here, that I actually expect walking around one day to find a ****ing sex tape between you and the little prick.
You can say whatever you want sister. But that won't change the fact that I'm going into the pay-per-view with an one track mind to destroy Amy Marshall from ever existing. Think of me as the real life Terminator Model Trish 900. Only I will succeed in my mission. I will beat you so bad that plastic surgery won't be an option for the things that I do to that milky skin of yours. No one is going to come out and rescue you from destruction. Kind of poetic that Amy Marshall entered this world by a family that dumped her in the garbage just like yesterdays news only to be beaten apart without anyone helping.
My title is gone because you, bitch. Now I'm going to take your life away from you.
It will be my crowning moment to add with my many championships, trophies and other things of which I won over my time in wrestling. Something you, half-breed, didn't have the fortune of knowing what it meant to be 100% Italian and 100% Fabulous. Without that, sister, you are just common trash.
But then again, everyone knows what you are from looking at you. Oh, believe me go ahead and make claims that I haven't changed since two months ago in FedExForum.
Go ahead, spin your magic for your little sister. I remember that night very well. It was the first pay-per-view that I debuted as an Young Gun. That head of yours feel better after I spat on your face and your career using the Bad Girl even better than you. True, you did manage to kick out of mine. However, no force on earth could wake you after the ref's hand hit the mat. No, it didn't.
If you were still champion, you would have lost that belt to Zelda Knite or whoever lined up after our match at Sovereign before our tag team match because you don't know how to make an impact. You're dull, clueless person wondering around back hoping someone could help in your troubles.
What happen to Jennifer wasn't under pressure. It was part of statement that this is your fate come Reborn. I don't need the Young Guns to beat someone down. I am dangerous all on my own.
This isn't the blame game. This isn't even Candyland. This is my game!
Date: Saturday, June 27, 2011
Location: The Athenaeum Hotel; London, England
“Harsh little baby don't say a word...”
Less than hours away from the first nCw pay-per-view in United Kingdom. Reborn is coming from the sold out arena in London, England. The entire card has been stacked up for a week, as superstars from both male and female divisions go out to show the British what New Championship Wrestling is all about. Our scene opens to a dark hotel room inside the where everything turned off. Patricia's humming is the only thing that anyone could hear in this quiet space full of Victorian furniture, with the television located on the few end left against the wall and next to the few bottles of Jack Daniels and the mini refrigerator. Cameras pan over to spot Patricia holding a stuffed rabbit on the ground with her feet pressed on the blue carpet. She looks completely out of it and off in her own world.
“Rabbit, I don't think anyone understands me like you do. But that's okay, Mommy is going to get her revenge on that very bad aunt of yours, and then reclaim my place as one of the best.”
She slowly turns her head to the camera.
“The countdown begins to a bloody massacre that these British incompetent fools have not seen in quiet some time. I don't care if you are my own family. I don't even care that you want to go around poking fun of that small fact I am a translucent champion the second time around. I only care about breaking your spirit, breaking your body and breaking your pride in half. This is our final battle and I am SO glad to end everything of you. Your passion is about to be die.”
Newborne lowers the rabbit down onto the floor gently. We see her lifting her arm on something outside the cameras view, and she pulls out a lit cigarette placing it on her lips. The smoking coming from the cancer stick starts filling the air with every puff the vixen makes, the heavier the smoke becomes in the room. Patricia blows a smoke cloud right in the face of our camera man. She doesn't care about the will-being of anyone, The Italian Californian naive keeps a serious face.
“That feeling of self-confidence is going right a long with it. Amy, I have been thinking about this moment since the moment my fist hit that messed up face with that sickening arched nose. Nonstop thinking about how I would get payback for the way you didn't listen to orders. You should not entered that damn ring and at least if I did get a Contra Code, you'd be there to break it up. But no, you wanted to cost me everything by allowing EMF to pick up the victory! But I doubt that your brain could have picked up on anything other than making sure I didn't leave as champion of this division!”
“Amy, you as a whole, you're not near my caliber of wrestling. I am the student of the game when it comes to beating the holy hell out of someone. I don't stop, I don't let my heart get in the way of winning a match. If I wanted to end your entire existence. I will do it in a blink of an eye. And all those trips to the press conferences and to the zoo handing out “business cards” will do you no good when I make you choke on your sweet blood, sister. Face it sis, this will be our blood oath.”
She takes another puff before continuing.
“That is, until I drive a stake into that diseased heart.”
“Isn't that harsh for your own flesh and blood?”
“SHUT UP!
Patricia starts bursting out laughing. Shaking her head at the thought that were flowing through her mind about what she plans to do to Roxxxie at the pay-per-view. Visions of her sisters blood covering her hands like that of war paint ready to be placed across her face. Suddenly, Trish thinks about Roxxxie's boyfriend, Ander Carvetti who seemed pissed that Trish and Roxxxie were sisters. She begins tipping the black ashes into the tray.
“I know Ander just loves the idea of every time he thinks about you. It reminds him of how much he hurts me. Because our blood is one in the same. But unlike yours, mine doesn't bleed easy.”
“This match is our final meeting inside the ring. Weapons will be used to snap whatever energy you ever had as I pin you for the three count. Then I will watch as you don't get back up after the referee countdown, giving second after second to get up before he counts to 10. But if I were you, I'd stay the **** down. Because I will make sure you never walk again!”
Cigarette in hand, Patricia grabs the camera causing it to shake and finally gets control of it and gets it in eye level. Newborne looks dead center into the media device.
“Reborn is my night for revenge. I want to make you suffer, you can call me crazy all you want. But tonight will be the night that Trish Newborn is declared the winner against the Punk Princess of the New Championship Wrestling. I'm begging you to shut me up and break my jaw. Please!?!?! Do it for your "fans." Do it for your ****ed up "family" back in Alaska. Do it for those brats you lived with all your life.”
Scene slowly fades with Patricia shoveling the camera back into the hands of the camera guy, as the fans await the Reborn pay-per-view that is jam-packed full of nCw action. The long awaited bitter rivalry between two sisters comes to an exploding end. All when nCw Reborn goes live on pay-per-view.
“We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed... A few people cried... Most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture the Bhagavad Gita; Vishnu is trying to persuade the prince that he should do his duty, and to impress him takes on his multi-armed form, and says, "Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds." I suppose we all thought that, one way or another.” - J. Robert Oppenheimer