Post by Trish Newborn on Aug 26, 2011 12:28:33 GMT -6
Prologue
Patricia had managed to loss everything she had ever known. The darkness inside her had finally snapped, and no one knew where the former two-time champion was. It was an enigma. It appeared the kingdom would be safe from the tyrant that had ruled over the land for ages. Flowers began to bloom in the hillside, the sun shined a bit more with each passing day. It was a time of peace for everyone involved in the kingdom of nCw's Starlet Division. The Queen was dead. But that did not last, for there in the town square, appeared a crow which legend say is the carrier of souls and bringer of death.
Tara Fenix and Trish Newborn have been at each others throats since they met inside the ring for the first time at Collision inside a dark match. Fenix would come out to be the victor in the contest, and would be attacked the following week by the Queen of the World in a retribution type move that would seal her team's fate in a six Starlet tag team match. Now, in the same fashion, the two self-proclaimed Queen's are once again facing each other in a non-televised at Nothing Left to Lose...
Sweat poured down her red face as she stood there blocking everything the young girl was throwing at her. Wooden swords cling together, the two faces stared at each other waiting for the other to give in. Our scene opens to Tokyo's illustrious New Japan Dojo across the sea, in the land of the rising sun. Its covered with Japanese decorations hanging on the walls. Being off work for a week, she had decided to work on her reflexes and gain control over the inner demons. Their teeth grunted together as they both looked at continued to look at each other.
The young girl student was the first to strike but Newborne blocks the attempt pushing herself back a few feet in a ready stance. The wooden weapon was apart of her body, and she was the welder of it's fate knowing that this student was trained by our master, she was ready for anything. Her eyebrows narrowed down not moving a itch. The student runs toward Patricia with her sword in the air and screaming however Newborne side steps and delivers a leg sweep that sends her opponent crashing.[/color]
Patricia takes her sword, placing it across the throat of her the student, “That's enough!”
“Yes, Master Ayo.”
Master Ayo was one of Japan's leading trainers in the art of combat. Once competing in several tournaments across the world showcasing his abilities by winning trophies. Dressed in white with dragons on both sides of his robe. He looked at everyone approaching the two women as they both bowed in respect likewise the Master bows to them.
“Patricia, you come to Japan to work regain balance as well as your reflexes. Your father was a great man and I will help you recapture them.”
“Thank you, Master Ayo.”
He looks at Tokyo walking past Newborne.
“Over the years, your family has been kind to me and my family forming a bond that could never be replaced. As you know, Tokyo is still trying to rebuild from the recent earthquakes that have stroke our city. Tokyo has always been a proud county that always rises from the ashes...”
“Like the phoenix?”
“Yes, like the mythical bird that my people have associated with centuries ago.”
Master Ayo turns to face Patricia.
“These inner demons of yours must be addressed if you are to regain anything. You have proved to be a skilled warrior. Each time we've met in my dojo you've proved to me that you are no longer that little children looking for other ways to deal with the world around you. Are you ready?”
“Yes, master.”
“Very well. This week will not be easy for anyone, especially a Californian girl whose only dream was to be a model under her mother's wishes a many years ago. And to one day live life married to one of the world's most elite men in business.”
“That was a long time ago.”
“So it was. But now I see a grown woman who has achieved so much in her short life. Fully developed into the kind of woman that knows how to get the job done in and outside of ring. I will ask this once more, are you ready to find your inner self?”
“I am.”
Scene fades with Patricia looking out to the Tokyo sky. Ready to any intense battle to prepare herself for the coming days.
That ****ing bitch! She claims to everyone that she would be this innocent and nice person, that the Frozen Popsickle had changed and wants to win. Tara wants to make an impact, but all she has done is piss me off time and time again, and her turning on her team like that just shows that she is nothing more than a little pussy who can't find that fire, that desire to win. That whole reborn **** doesn't fit her personally, and thus her new name is Fed-X. See, you'd want to return to sender after finding her instead of those collectable glass mugs people always wanted. Fed-X isn't worthy nothing to face anyone in the division, because all she will ever do is half-ass things and screw up on moves.
Think Trent Helms but on a larger scale, and a long haired wig.
I hope Tara is aware that what she's done to me was a big career suicide move. It has now changed her storybook ending of living old with Angel; having more of those little trolls. All this has changed due to her action two weeks ago, she could have let things be and accepting my hand for the tag and be a good little puppy. But no, she had to bite the hand that feeds her, and it's going to cost her everything!
The only reason I attacked her was because the little egotistical bitch said something about me! Don't play innocent with me! After our battle you think talking trash about me was a smart move? Go ask Crystal how that effective my Californian Kiss really is. Or, how about asking Amy how great it was to talk about me before our length long history in the ring. The ****ing janitor is still cleaning the blood off the mat from our very last battle. But ask yourself: Do you really want to piss me off?
I can be a nice person and let things go. You don't see me attacking Vargas, do you? Yeah, I can be very forgiving and nice. If I wanted, I could attack her and cause her those titles she holds dear. But you don't hear her gloating over our outcome because she has seen what happens, and thus becoming a good little dog – and that's what's important. Knowing your place in this company.
You being a Young Gun in that two-piece trailer park isn't going to get you any gold medals around here, and it's clear you never managed to hit Zelda level. Does that piss you off? Knowing that you could have archived great heights and be the one Zelda and I would have to follow in footsteps.
Yeah, you managed to beat me at Collision's dark match. However, don't go thinking you could walk right up to Venom and put up where you left off. He only talks to successful people. You are only successful by association around the locker room. Angel would be better off marrying me than he ever could with you, because at least I can match his caliber status being who I am. I'm the best of the best, and I won't be denied again! I won't be denied!
You assholes are in for a real treat this weekend. It's going to be something for you to tell your ****ing children about. The day that the Phoenix dies, and the true Queen rises. Maybe Teddy will be in attendance for the match, and he could bring all his little friends to watch me kick Fed-X's ass.
Because we all know that you are nothing more than a half ass little whore who couldn't get out of a paper bag even if it had holes in it. I've got nothing to lose in this encounter of ours.
No title on the line.
No lame personal items on the line.
Nothing to hold me back from ripping your cold heart right from your lungs. Your life is in my hands. Wither your “future” husband wakes up to see his beloved wife after the two of you wed and not being awoken by nurses to help feed you from a tube is in my hands.