Post by Trish Newborn on Jul 30, 2011 21:33:19 GMT -6
Alice in Wonderland was one of my favorite books growing up in San Diego. In fact, I did a book report back when I was in school about it and I remember standing in front of class holding my piece of paper in my hands talking about what the story meant to me. I think to all of us who have had the story retold while we drifted off to sleep, have at one point or another wanted to re-identify ourselves because societies demands. We all want to find ourselves in some fashion.
Children can't grasp the idea of growing up in a environment that is flooded with rules and people who are often times unsettling and strange. It was never in the now. They're mindset's were never growing up to become heartless people that only made minimum wage after being shouted at by their bosses to get back to work and stop daydreaming. Daydreaming...
It was so much better to become wrapped up in the fantasy of Alice's Wonderland because it was something that they could escape the age-old questions that bridged going into adulthood of life, to picture themselves in the magically world full of strange creatures and people.
But, that doesn't matter considering Alice in Wonderland wouldn't be acceptable in the new kid friendly environment of parenting that has sheltered them, and still manages to **** us in the ass.
The story used to mean a lot to me because it represented the last time I ever saw my father alive. I used to dream that somehow I were the one traveling down the rabbit instead of Alice, that it was me who took that bite, running around Wonderland talking to the creatures and strangers that dwell there.
I remember each night having my father read my chapter by chapter. My favorite book in my collection. Do I still read it? Not as much, no. It's trivial. I'm all grown up, living in the environment I so hard denied for too long. Wonderland isn't my shelter anymore. I don't need to question who I am.
I am who I made myself to become. That's how it is.
Make things happen.
Lewis Carroll was ahead of his time when he work this story that captured millions just to bring them into a magical journey where animals can talk, opposite day is everyday, madness lives, and Queen's could cut off the people's head who challenge them and their rule.
Wonderland would be my kingdom.
Date: Friday, July 29. 2011
Location: Rooftop; Patricia's Boston Apartment
It had been a year since Patricia last visited her apartment building in Boston, Massachusetts. She looked off the roof top in the direction of the park, Newborne journey to the top of the newly formed Starlets division has been a rocky one at best, while she may have made her own sister burn amidst the flames of a portable flame thrower, Patricia was attacked by BWA causing her loss and once again after her defeat to rival Crystal Hilton. The sun appeared to begin rising to the north and a gently breeze starts to brush the veteran’s soft raven hair as our story begins.
“Patricia...”
Those words echoed throughout her body belonging to her ex-girlfriend Jennifer, who we last saw was drilled into the mat with the deadly Californian Kiss maneuver. Patricia doesn't blink or make any advancements toward the love of her past life but in the air there was an intense atmosphere.
“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be off chasing your dream about starting a family?”
“I thought I'd give you some space to vent out...” She said, Patricia could hear Jennifer's breath escape from her air chamber. “I thought I was doing the best for us both, I love you.”
“Kneel.”
“What?”
“I said, I wanted you to KNEEL!!!”
Newborne commanded once again, but this time she quickly turns and spins her leg around to kick Jennifer's left leg from under her causing her to fall in a kneeling position.
“That's better... Now, that I have your attention there are a few things you should know before entering my presence again. Jennifer, you wanted us to start a family and get away from everything. Aww, but sweetie I don't love common people. There's only one person that I admire in all existence – me. You and your circus freak show family can go back to inbreeding. I only put up with you because I was simply bored and needed to spice things up in life. Your duty over. I spared you the last time you saw me, and I could and would have done a lot worse. Consider yourself very lucky that I didn't snap your neck from the force of the Californian Kiss.”
She lifted her face up looking down at her ex. Jennifer looked up, tears start dropping down to the rocky surface of the apartment's rooftop.
“Look at yourself. You're weak and pathetic. Ha, I never thought anyone could out beat my step-sister but you take the cake sweetheart. I think congratulations are in order. Maybe we can dine at your favorite restaurant and see a movie together, doesn't that sound lovely?”
“...”
“What's that? Normally I cannot keep you from opening that mouth of yours, and now it's gone away.”
“I-I...”
“Just what I thought... pathetic.”
The streets fill with life. Patricia knew how to mess with people's mind and brake them in ways that would make them do what she wanted. It's a craft that has been by her many times before, and as she gazed into Jennifer's eye, Newborne saw pure fear and abandonment in those soft eyes. That made her even more pleased with herself than ever before. A sense of accomplishment.
“Patricia, I can help you please let me.”
“No, I don't need help from a worthless trash like you. Now do what your Queen is telling to do, and leave my apartment before I call the cops. And don't think I won't either. Oh, don't try to steal anything as the door hits you on the ass. Playtime was fun but now mommy has to get back to work. Buh-Bye.”
Mercedes Alicia Vargas Castaños de Ortega, I think a formal introduction is in order considering this is our first encounter in singles competition here in nCw. Oh, I know you have a lot of things to discuss about me just like I have a lot of things to say about you that I promise isn't going to be one of these lectures you seem to give when it comes to analyzing the opponents, making those witty comments.
Vargas, we have similar backgrounds almost. Before I decided that I would pack my bags and live the life I had in San Diego behind, I modeled all over the world. Until my friend and I came across a local promotion that featuring a bright young woman's division much like this one.
I busted my ass just to survive on my own without the use of my families money!
Come on Vargas, come on and analyze me!?! Show me that big, bad bitch that had dominated every other wrestling promotion out there. I... I want to meet that bitch on Sunday night. Have her toss me around until there is nothing left but a broken body and a scent of hair spray.
… I've heard so much about you everywhere.
Oh yes, I have.
And yet, I couldn't amount to the things that have been said about me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that first promo you cut when you made that grand entrance into New Championship Wrestling had mentioned my name in it, and I know what is going through that cranium – through those veins. You just can't believe that I was once the mighty and powerful threat of the entire division. Why don't you tell us all how I failed to achieve my goals Vargas?
Tell us all Vargas Facts of Life. Preach to us the ways of your great wisdom like you have in all your other companies you've leeched yourself on over the years since you were a newcomer.
Yeah, I heard every word you said about me tapping out against you in our match in AFPW. But news flash, this isn't some small female wrestling company. This company has survived over the years whereas AFPW is struggling to make it through the week. I know, it's harsh of me to say it after all the hard work that went on to affiliating ourselves with the company. But again, this isn't that company you little bitch. And make no mistake about it, I did loss to you and that was months ago. I'm different, I'm more than willing to kick your ass back to that country you came from.
What was it now? Argentine?
Yeah, that's the one. And I find it extremely funny that you've managed to pull out those slide show pictures. You should have used the one from college for a real insult. It doesn't matter that you even bring up that whole nickname attempt because I've embraced it already, and it has become an honor to be called that but long before I was number two, you were simple Mercedes Lewis'. Yep, despite the fact that she purely sucked in every single way it doesn't take away that she was here before you.
If I wanted to be nicknamed after someone, Zelda's who I would pick. Does that bother you that the legendary first champion acknowledged me in such a way that she would nickname me. Granted it was used as an insult but its a lot better than to have the shared first name of a failed columnist.
You know what was the best part of that whole video package you threw together? Do you Miss. Analyst? The part where that thick skull of yours brings up Jennifer. That's sweet of you to offer her a chance to see a live event but I think one pain reflection is enough for her to bear for the moment you know, after that attack by me which caused her to be flat on the campus and be my ex.
What happens when the sky slowly falls down around you Vargas? I'm just wondering because it looks like we are about to get one of those crazy weather days in Boston. Better bring an umbrella.
It doesn't matter what anyone calls me. I can be The Notorious Bitch, Crazed Queen, Californian Sensation, Queen of the World. None of that matters at the pre-show match. I'm still going to be one tough bitch to keep down for the three count. I'll be waiting for you in the ring, and I will be the victor in our little cat and mouse game we will be playing at the pay-per-view.
Can't wait to see who makes who motionless. HAHAHA!
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome – A syndrome made famous by the novel written by Lewis Carol is also known as the Todd syndrome is a neurological condition, where the person's perception is affected causing them to see things that aren't there as well as see objects in the wrong size. Some can be contributed by migraines and other problems. The common individual can experience AIWS at an early age but some cases can be triggered later in life...
An illuminating glow of amber comes from the several lit candles of a darken bathroom. Our scene slowly returns, but this time the cameras take us to inside Patricia's apartment. Despite having candles, they only allow you to see so far before reaching its limits, as darkness fills the rest, and the camera comes across what appears to be a mirror. It was tall and old looking, but you get the feeling that there is something or someone else watching from beyond. Patricia Newborne walks up to the mirror, looking into it with a deep emptiness across her face, she holds in her hand a pair of scissors.
“Its not good enough,” mumbling amongst herself noticing her hair seems oddly too long.
Newborne cuts away at her hair. Locks begin to start flying as she continues until she stops to see something in her mirror. It was her father standing beside her looking on with his bold appearance. Of course we all see nothing and appears that she is just talking to herself.
“What has become of my little girl?”
“You have no right to judge me. You left me here to survive on my own, to survive in this insane world that cannot be controlled or contained. You knew about my own sister, and you never once had the guts to tell me the truth about the affair... I struck up for you when mom wanted to throw away your pictures. I should have burned them myself.”
“So much angry. This isn't the same Patricia that used to enjoy life and everything in it. No, there is something different about you... Who are you? You're a monster.”
A grin forms, and slowly that angry turns into confidence as it begins to show it's ugly head.
“Don't you remember your sweet little princess, daddy? It's still me. I'm still that innocent girl that you knew all those years ago but I've grown up. The fact that you called me a monster bares no affect on me, because everyone knew this by now after what happened to poor sweet sis – I even knew it.”
“Its just after all those years of faking it just for the sake of a few dollars in my pocket wears thin. Being a monster is so much more fun that at the end of the day I can go to sleep with a smile across my face knowing that I'm not them! After a few broken bones and fractures on their part, I can their hearts racing until it finally begins to fade away along with any chance they ever had. We're entering a war if you haven't noticed in the division.”
She turns to her father with those crystal blue eyes.
“A war that would tear it apart.”
“What we did was protect you.”
“Protect me from what father?! She should have never been born. I'm your golden girl, I'm your future not some thrill ride who can perform cheap tricks. But that's alright, I don't your guidance anymore to continue my quest of ultimate acknowledgment. I'm going to take out every single person that crosses my path and send them straight to Hell but if their lucky, I'll settle with then bowing and announcing me as their royal Queen and ruler. Its either this or Hell, and all red makes my ass look fat.”
“You are growing out of control Patricia. If you don't stop now, you will lose whatever sanity you once had, and then there will be nothing left of you.”
“I'm not crazy, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME CRAZY!?!”
Newborne takes a few steps away from her minds tricks and jams her fist right into the glass mirror. Blood begins to pour out of the cuts, she just stands there motionless watching. The cameraman drops the camera, and he makes his way toward her but Patricia's attitude won't allow him to go near and pushes him away while she grabs a hotel towel and walks out of the bathroom.
“We have to get you to a hospital.”
“Whatever, let's go.”
Children can't grasp the idea of growing up in a environment that is flooded with rules and people who are often times unsettling and strange. It was never in the now. They're mindset's were never growing up to become heartless people that only made minimum wage after being shouted at by their bosses to get back to work and stop daydreaming. Daydreaming...
It was so much better to become wrapped up in the fantasy of Alice's Wonderland because it was something that they could escape the age-old questions that bridged going into adulthood of life, to picture themselves in the magically world full of strange creatures and people.
But, that doesn't matter considering Alice in Wonderland wouldn't be acceptable in the new kid friendly environment of parenting that has sheltered them, and still manages to **** us in the ass.
The story used to mean a lot to me because it represented the last time I ever saw my father alive. I used to dream that somehow I were the one traveling down the rabbit instead of Alice, that it was me who took that bite, running around Wonderland talking to the creatures and strangers that dwell there.
I remember each night having my father read my chapter by chapter. My favorite book in my collection. Do I still read it? Not as much, no. It's trivial. I'm all grown up, living in the environment I so hard denied for too long. Wonderland isn't my shelter anymore. I don't need to question who I am.
I am who I made myself to become. That's how it is.
Make things happen.
Lewis Carroll was ahead of his time when he work this story that captured millions just to bring them into a magical journey where animals can talk, opposite day is everyday, madness lives, and Queen's could cut off the people's head who challenge them and their rule.
Wonderland would be my kingdom.
Date: Friday, July 29. 2011
Location: Rooftop; Patricia's Boston Apartment
It had been a year since Patricia last visited her apartment building in Boston, Massachusetts. She looked off the roof top in the direction of the park, Newborne journey to the top of the newly formed Starlets division has been a rocky one at best, while she may have made her own sister burn amidst the flames of a portable flame thrower, Patricia was attacked by BWA causing her loss and once again after her defeat to rival Crystal Hilton. The sun appeared to begin rising to the north and a gently breeze starts to brush the veteran’s soft raven hair as our story begins.
“Patricia...”
Those words echoed throughout her body belonging to her ex-girlfriend Jennifer, who we last saw was drilled into the mat with the deadly Californian Kiss maneuver. Patricia doesn't blink or make any advancements toward the love of her past life but in the air there was an intense atmosphere.
“Why are you here? Shouldn't you be off chasing your dream about starting a family?”
“I thought I'd give you some space to vent out...” She said, Patricia could hear Jennifer's breath escape from her air chamber. “I thought I was doing the best for us both, I love you.”
“Kneel.”
“What?”
“I said, I wanted you to KNEEL!!!”
Newborne commanded once again, but this time she quickly turns and spins her leg around to kick Jennifer's left leg from under her causing her to fall in a kneeling position.
“That's better... Now, that I have your attention there are a few things you should know before entering my presence again. Jennifer, you wanted us to start a family and get away from everything. Aww, but sweetie I don't love common people. There's only one person that I admire in all existence – me. You and your circus freak show family can go back to inbreeding. I only put up with you because I was simply bored and needed to spice things up in life. Your duty over. I spared you the last time you saw me, and I could and would have done a lot worse. Consider yourself very lucky that I didn't snap your neck from the force of the Californian Kiss.”
She lifted her face up looking down at her ex. Jennifer looked up, tears start dropping down to the rocky surface of the apartment's rooftop.
“Look at yourself. You're weak and pathetic. Ha, I never thought anyone could out beat my step-sister but you take the cake sweetheart. I think congratulations are in order. Maybe we can dine at your favorite restaurant and see a movie together, doesn't that sound lovely?”
“...”
“What's that? Normally I cannot keep you from opening that mouth of yours, and now it's gone away.”
“I-I...”
“Just what I thought... pathetic.”
The streets fill with life. Patricia knew how to mess with people's mind and brake them in ways that would make them do what she wanted. It's a craft that has been by her many times before, and as she gazed into Jennifer's eye, Newborne saw pure fear and abandonment in those soft eyes. That made her even more pleased with herself than ever before. A sense of accomplishment.
“Patricia, I can help you please let me.”
“No, I don't need help from a worthless trash like you. Now do what your Queen is telling to do, and leave my apartment before I call the cops. And don't think I won't either. Oh, don't try to steal anything as the door hits you on the ass. Playtime was fun but now mommy has to get back to work. Buh-Bye.”
Mercedes Alicia Vargas Castaños de Ortega, I think a formal introduction is in order considering this is our first encounter in singles competition here in nCw. Oh, I know you have a lot of things to discuss about me just like I have a lot of things to say about you that I promise isn't going to be one of these lectures you seem to give when it comes to analyzing the opponents, making those witty comments.
Vargas, we have similar backgrounds almost. Before I decided that I would pack my bags and live the life I had in San Diego behind, I modeled all over the world. Until my friend and I came across a local promotion that featuring a bright young woman's division much like this one.
I busted my ass just to survive on my own without the use of my families money!
Come on Vargas, come on and analyze me!?! Show me that big, bad bitch that had dominated every other wrestling promotion out there. I... I want to meet that bitch on Sunday night. Have her toss me around until there is nothing left but a broken body and a scent of hair spray.
… I've heard so much about you everywhere.
Oh yes, I have.
And yet, I couldn't amount to the things that have been said about me. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that first promo you cut when you made that grand entrance into New Championship Wrestling had mentioned my name in it, and I know what is going through that cranium – through those veins. You just can't believe that I was once the mighty and powerful threat of the entire division. Why don't you tell us all how I failed to achieve my goals Vargas?
Tell us all Vargas Facts of Life. Preach to us the ways of your great wisdom like you have in all your other companies you've leeched yourself on over the years since you were a newcomer.
Yeah, I heard every word you said about me tapping out against you in our match in AFPW. But news flash, this isn't some small female wrestling company. This company has survived over the years whereas AFPW is struggling to make it through the week. I know, it's harsh of me to say it after all the hard work that went on to affiliating ourselves with the company. But again, this isn't that company you little bitch. And make no mistake about it, I did loss to you and that was months ago. I'm different, I'm more than willing to kick your ass back to that country you came from.
What was it now? Argentine?
Yeah, that's the one. And I find it extremely funny that you've managed to pull out those slide show pictures. You should have used the one from college for a real insult. It doesn't matter that you even bring up that whole nickname attempt because I've embraced it already, and it has become an honor to be called that but long before I was number two, you were simple Mercedes Lewis'. Yep, despite the fact that she purely sucked in every single way it doesn't take away that she was here before you.
If I wanted to be nicknamed after someone, Zelda's who I would pick. Does that bother you that the legendary first champion acknowledged me in such a way that she would nickname me. Granted it was used as an insult but its a lot better than to have the shared first name of a failed columnist.
You know what was the best part of that whole video package you threw together? Do you Miss. Analyst? The part where that thick skull of yours brings up Jennifer. That's sweet of you to offer her a chance to see a live event but I think one pain reflection is enough for her to bear for the moment you know, after that attack by me which caused her to be flat on the campus and be my ex.
What happens when the sky slowly falls down around you Vargas? I'm just wondering because it looks like we are about to get one of those crazy weather days in Boston. Better bring an umbrella.
It doesn't matter what anyone calls me. I can be The Notorious Bitch, Crazed Queen, Californian Sensation, Queen of the World. None of that matters at the pre-show match. I'm still going to be one tough bitch to keep down for the three count. I'll be waiting for you in the ring, and I will be the victor in our little cat and mouse game we will be playing at the pay-per-view.
Can't wait to see who makes who motionless. HAHAHA!
Alice in Wonderland Syndrome – A syndrome made famous by the novel written by Lewis Carol is also known as the Todd syndrome is a neurological condition, where the person's perception is affected causing them to see things that aren't there as well as see objects in the wrong size. Some can be contributed by migraines and other problems. The common individual can experience AIWS at an early age but some cases can be triggered later in life...
An illuminating glow of amber comes from the several lit candles of a darken bathroom. Our scene slowly returns, but this time the cameras take us to inside Patricia's apartment. Despite having candles, they only allow you to see so far before reaching its limits, as darkness fills the rest, and the camera comes across what appears to be a mirror. It was tall and old looking, but you get the feeling that there is something or someone else watching from beyond. Patricia Newborne walks up to the mirror, looking into it with a deep emptiness across her face, she holds in her hand a pair of scissors.
“Its not good enough,” mumbling amongst herself noticing her hair seems oddly too long.
Newborne cuts away at her hair. Locks begin to start flying as she continues until she stops to see something in her mirror. It was her father standing beside her looking on with his bold appearance. Of course we all see nothing and appears that she is just talking to herself.
“What has become of my little girl?”
“You have no right to judge me. You left me here to survive on my own, to survive in this insane world that cannot be controlled or contained. You knew about my own sister, and you never once had the guts to tell me the truth about the affair... I struck up for you when mom wanted to throw away your pictures. I should have burned them myself.”
“So much angry. This isn't the same Patricia that used to enjoy life and everything in it. No, there is something different about you... Who are you? You're a monster.”
A grin forms, and slowly that angry turns into confidence as it begins to show it's ugly head.
“Don't you remember your sweet little princess, daddy? It's still me. I'm still that innocent girl that you knew all those years ago but I've grown up. The fact that you called me a monster bares no affect on me, because everyone knew this by now after what happened to poor sweet sis – I even knew it.”
“Its just after all those years of faking it just for the sake of a few dollars in my pocket wears thin. Being a monster is so much more fun that at the end of the day I can go to sleep with a smile across my face knowing that I'm not them! After a few broken bones and fractures on their part, I can their hearts racing until it finally begins to fade away along with any chance they ever had. We're entering a war if you haven't noticed in the division.”
She turns to her father with those crystal blue eyes.
“A war that would tear it apart.”
“What we did was protect you.”
“Protect me from what father?! She should have never been born. I'm your golden girl, I'm your future not some thrill ride who can perform cheap tricks. But that's alright, I don't your guidance anymore to continue my quest of ultimate acknowledgment. I'm going to take out every single person that crosses my path and send them straight to Hell but if their lucky, I'll settle with then bowing and announcing me as their royal Queen and ruler. Its either this or Hell, and all red makes my ass look fat.”
“You are growing out of control Patricia. If you don't stop now, you will lose whatever sanity you once had, and then there will be nothing left of you.”
“I'm not crazy, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME CRAZY!?!”
Newborne takes a few steps away from her minds tricks and jams her fist right into the glass mirror. Blood begins to pour out of the cuts, she just stands there motionless watching. The cameraman drops the camera, and he makes his way toward her but Patricia's attitude won't allow him to go near and pushes him away while she grabs a hotel towel and walks out of the bathroom.
“We have to get you to a hospital.”
“Whatever, let's go.”