Post by Trish Newborn on Jul 31, 2011 7:53:59 GMT -6
Is that all I'm worth to you?! You cannot even put up a good fight against, not just a two-time champion but the very first to do it. Mercedes, you've spent most of your time talking about how BWA kicked your ass last week in that match on Collision. You've spent most of your time worried about the what happened last week that all your energy wasn't enough to attack me.
It hasn't made me scared out of my boots. I haven't called in sick to the headquarters to request that I stay home instead of compete in the ring. I'm right in your face telling you that you're a pussy for not turning your attention toward me and not BWA. Frankly, I don't **** about their rise through the rankings in our division because I've proved they're pieces of **** that can't compete on my level when I beat them by myself without my own help.
This battle isn't about them. It's about you and I going one-on-one to face each other. Give me your best shot you green visa tramp!! I wanted a fight, not some bull**** this is my life crap.
I'd figure that out of any one of those rookies, you'd be the one that I could somehow relate to any connection we could have had. But that boat sailed shortly after you arrived and started talking about me for no reason other than I was and still am, one top wrestler here. I managed to do that in a matter of months being here, that lead me to my first title win.
But I would be disappointed in you further when you would loss a total of seven matches.
The past experience between us should have caused you to go deeper than what you did but you failed at any attempt to psych me out this week. What I saw this week made me feel like an after thought rather than the main attraction of your discussion. Pictures are worth a thousand words, uh? Well don't when it becomes irrelevant to your cause, your stab at me. Face it honey, the world won't be witnessing me losing to you, it will be the other way around. And thus, continue that great campaign of yours.
It doesn't matter if I'm going against the current tag team champion of our little Starlet division or not. I will rip you apart and hang you upside down for the sheer fun. That's entertainment. Watching as your opponents blood rushes down to their head and makes them slowly back out. Call me sick if want.
But Mercedes, if you really wanted to beat a two-time champion around here. You're going to have to be aggressive enough to the point they fear you. And, there is no Kelly or no Kathleen to make that all important hot tag to when things get rough out there against me. It's just me and you in a battle that takes place before the pay-per-view, and before thousands of screaming fans globally as they wear their favorite nCw t-shirt and slurping up all their drinks down those throats. That's all who's out there.
You can talk about our past all you wanted but that doesn't matter because it never took place here. As far as those assholes are considered, we might as well be fighting in chocolate syrup.
No one ****ing cares about what Mercedes thinks on things going on here.
That's right no one.
Not the hotdog salesperson, not headquarters, not even Kelly Knite gives a ****.
They just want our match over so that they can be one step closer to the pay-per-view. We're the fillers this time and it doesn't feel badly it should when I get to faced with someone like you.
You wanted me, and now you have your shot to be the next in line to the added Starlet title by beating me. It's a crowning achievement around here when someone beats the former or current champion. But that is meaningless due to the championship not being here. So your win would mean nothing!
But that's if you manage to survive the Californian Kiss or No Regret to make it far enough to pull off those amazing moves that have helped that career as a Tag champion of our company.
Date: Friday, July 29, 2011
Location: Emergency Room; Boston, Massachusetts
“Paging Doctor Robertson, please report back to the nurses center. Paging Doctor Robertson.”
The intercom announced to its tenants. The air was cold as Patricia sat in the Boston Emergency Room. She sat down in the waiting area holding the bloody towel tightly against her hand. Moments pass, this causes Newborne get extremely bored and begins humming to herself with her feet prancing on the clean hospital floor and suddenly this becomes a problem. People suddenly begun stirring at the venomous vixen like she took something from them. Even one creepy old man sitting beside her but he's looking at her boobs. Of course this causes Patricia to notice the public stare down and slowly turns her head to the old man before covering up the view.
“Yes, they're real. And if I even once catch you staring at them again you wouldn't have to worry about going to better place much longer because your ten seconds in heaven would be up.”
The old gets up and goes over to the other side of the room and sits, this whole time Patricia keeps a watchful eye on him like a hawk. Her choppy hair gets in the way having her to blow it out the way. A nurse starts to call people back.
“Patricia, Patricia Newborne.”
“That's me.”
She stands up and walks into the back arena. After hours of waiting, Patricia has found comfort in laying on the emergency room bed in a secluded area that's away from the other rooms. The doorknob twitches, causing our villain to wake from her slumber. The doctor slowly comes inside wearing glasses and looking at Newborne's chart she filled out earlier.
“Alright Patricia, there seems to not be in major damage to your hand. I think it's safe to say that everything's fine as long as you keep changing the wrapping every night before taking a bath. If the pain continues, try taking some pain killers that will should eliminate it.”
“Thanks doctor.”
“You're welcome. But may ask what caused this in the first place?”
“She wen–”
Newborne elbows the camera guy.
“Nothing, nothing at all. I just got my hands on some glass.”
“Alright then but be careful next time. Glass can dangerous, watch yourself.”
“Of course.”
Patricia said, her face pulling off a fake smile to please the doctor who takes his leave. The second he's gone her focus swifts to the guy. That smile is long gone, leaving a bitter expression. She didn't care about that hand much because it was only minor but if you leave it up to nCw, you're asking for it.
“I told you. Now I'm going to be late for my training session. Mercedes isn't someone I meet at on a daily basis. She's going to be someone I'm going to enjoy beating.”
Our scene fades traveling like an invisible ghost and pans around the several doctors, nurses and the sick as they walk around the ER like ants. Patricia knew that if she wanted to get back on track, she'd first have to overcome the other half of the Starlet tag champions, Mercedes Vargas. The two have met in previous companies but this would be their first outing under the New Championship Wrestling.
Mercedes Vargas, you like to try to make everyone think you are a good strategist of the game. Like you are some news journalist from the inside giving these people your opinion about the events and the people that perform here. You enjoy doing it so much, why don't you write your own site and give reviews on everything going on in wrestling. That's a brilliant idea!
We both have something to gain from facing each other like this. If I win, that just further provides that I am getting stronger than ever again. These “Starlets” would have something to worry about. If you win, well it wouldn't actually get you anything or anywhere but Kelly's Fab Five list. She loves it.
No, Vargas. What you said about my nickname is like me making fun at that long ass name of yours. I know that you're from another country and people do things differently than they do here, but it is a joke that it might as well have its own zip code because it's that long. You must have really made your parents proud coming over to the states and being so successful. South American decides to leave home and become a model, a singer, an actress and a pro wrestler. That's some achievements.
I, myself never cared to go into acting myself but I bet those voices inside you told you to drop the acting gag, uh? Like Alya? Or, was it because you got laid off? I can never understand how that works.
Its just hours away. But since you love the analyst bull**** I have one for you: Picture Perfect is just hours away from being live from Boston. Will Mercedes manage to pull an upset against Trish Newborn and turn her lost last week into nothing but a fluke? Or will Trish Newborn prove to be too powerful for her and send her crashing to the mat along with her dreams? Tune in tonight!
It hasn't made me scared out of my boots. I haven't called in sick to the headquarters to request that I stay home instead of compete in the ring. I'm right in your face telling you that you're a pussy for not turning your attention toward me and not BWA. Frankly, I don't **** about their rise through the rankings in our division because I've proved they're pieces of **** that can't compete on my level when I beat them by myself without my own help.
This battle isn't about them. It's about you and I going one-on-one to face each other. Give me your best shot you green visa tramp!! I wanted a fight, not some bull**** this is my life crap.
I'd figure that out of any one of those rookies, you'd be the one that I could somehow relate to any connection we could have had. But that boat sailed shortly after you arrived and started talking about me for no reason other than I was and still am, one top wrestler here. I managed to do that in a matter of months being here, that lead me to my first title win.
But I would be disappointed in you further when you would loss a total of seven matches.
The past experience between us should have caused you to go deeper than what you did but you failed at any attempt to psych me out this week. What I saw this week made me feel like an after thought rather than the main attraction of your discussion. Pictures are worth a thousand words, uh? Well don't when it becomes irrelevant to your cause, your stab at me. Face it honey, the world won't be witnessing me losing to you, it will be the other way around. And thus, continue that great campaign of yours.
It doesn't matter if I'm going against the current tag team champion of our little Starlet division or not. I will rip you apart and hang you upside down for the sheer fun. That's entertainment. Watching as your opponents blood rushes down to their head and makes them slowly back out. Call me sick if want.
But Mercedes, if you really wanted to beat a two-time champion around here. You're going to have to be aggressive enough to the point they fear you. And, there is no Kelly or no Kathleen to make that all important hot tag to when things get rough out there against me. It's just me and you in a battle that takes place before the pay-per-view, and before thousands of screaming fans globally as they wear their favorite nCw t-shirt and slurping up all their drinks down those throats. That's all who's out there.
You can talk about our past all you wanted but that doesn't matter because it never took place here. As far as those assholes are considered, we might as well be fighting in chocolate syrup.
No one ****ing cares about what Mercedes thinks on things going on here.
That's right no one.
Not the hotdog salesperson, not headquarters, not even Kelly Knite gives a ****.
They just want our match over so that they can be one step closer to the pay-per-view. We're the fillers this time and it doesn't feel badly it should when I get to faced with someone like you.
You wanted me, and now you have your shot to be the next in line to the added Starlet title by beating me. It's a crowning achievement around here when someone beats the former or current champion. But that is meaningless due to the championship not being here. So your win would mean nothing!
But that's if you manage to survive the Californian Kiss or No Regret to make it far enough to pull off those amazing moves that have helped that career as a Tag champion of our company.
Date: Friday, July 29, 2011
Location: Emergency Room; Boston, Massachusetts
“Paging Doctor Robertson, please report back to the nurses center. Paging Doctor Robertson.”
The intercom announced to its tenants. The air was cold as Patricia sat in the Boston Emergency Room. She sat down in the waiting area holding the bloody towel tightly against her hand. Moments pass, this causes Newborne get extremely bored and begins humming to herself with her feet prancing on the clean hospital floor and suddenly this becomes a problem. People suddenly begun stirring at the venomous vixen like she took something from them. Even one creepy old man sitting beside her but he's looking at her boobs. Of course this causes Patricia to notice the public stare down and slowly turns her head to the old man before covering up the view.
“Yes, they're real. And if I even once catch you staring at them again you wouldn't have to worry about going to better place much longer because your ten seconds in heaven would be up.”
The old gets up and goes over to the other side of the room and sits, this whole time Patricia keeps a watchful eye on him like a hawk. Her choppy hair gets in the way having her to blow it out the way. A nurse starts to call people back.
“Patricia, Patricia Newborne.”
“That's me.”
She stands up and walks into the back arena. After hours of waiting, Patricia has found comfort in laying on the emergency room bed in a secluded area that's away from the other rooms. The doorknob twitches, causing our villain to wake from her slumber. The doctor slowly comes inside wearing glasses and looking at Newborne's chart she filled out earlier.
“Alright Patricia, there seems to not be in major damage to your hand. I think it's safe to say that everything's fine as long as you keep changing the wrapping every night before taking a bath. If the pain continues, try taking some pain killers that will should eliminate it.”
“Thanks doctor.”
“You're welcome. But may ask what caused this in the first place?”
“She wen–”
Newborne elbows the camera guy.
“Nothing, nothing at all. I just got my hands on some glass.”
“Alright then but be careful next time. Glass can dangerous, watch yourself.”
“Of course.”
Patricia said, her face pulling off a fake smile to please the doctor who takes his leave. The second he's gone her focus swifts to the guy. That smile is long gone, leaving a bitter expression. She didn't care about that hand much because it was only minor but if you leave it up to nCw, you're asking for it.
“I told you. Now I'm going to be late for my training session. Mercedes isn't someone I meet at on a daily basis. She's going to be someone I'm going to enjoy beating.”
Our scene fades traveling like an invisible ghost and pans around the several doctors, nurses and the sick as they walk around the ER like ants. Patricia knew that if she wanted to get back on track, she'd first have to overcome the other half of the Starlet tag champions, Mercedes Vargas. The two have met in previous companies but this would be their first outing under the New Championship Wrestling.
Mercedes Vargas, you like to try to make everyone think you are a good strategist of the game. Like you are some news journalist from the inside giving these people your opinion about the events and the people that perform here. You enjoy doing it so much, why don't you write your own site and give reviews on everything going on in wrestling. That's a brilliant idea!
We both have something to gain from facing each other like this. If I win, that just further provides that I am getting stronger than ever again. These “Starlets” would have something to worry about. If you win, well it wouldn't actually get you anything or anywhere but Kelly's Fab Five list. She loves it.
No, Vargas. What you said about my nickname is like me making fun at that long ass name of yours. I know that you're from another country and people do things differently than they do here, but it is a joke that it might as well have its own zip code because it's that long. You must have really made your parents proud coming over to the states and being so successful. South American decides to leave home and become a model, a singer, an actress and a pro wrestler. That's some achievements.
I, myself never cared to go into acting myself but I bet those voices inside you told you to drop the acting gag, uh? Like Alya? Or, was it because you got laid off? I can never understand how that works.
Its just hours away. But since you love the analyst bull**** I have one for you: Picture Perfect is just hours away from being live from Boston. Will Mercedes manage to pull an upset against Trish Newborn and turn her lost last week into nothing but a fluke? Or will Trish Newborn prove to be too powerful for her and send her crashing to the mat along with her dreams? Tune in tonight!