Post by Trish Newborn on Aug 27, 2011 13:20:40 GMT -6
Legends have said that the phoenix was the mythical bird of fire, and symbolized being reborn in many cultures throughout history. It was once believed to even exist inside the illustrious lost city of Atlantis expending its own legend that the phoenix was housed there, kept in a cage inside the main chamber. The Atlantians thought the bird was to be treasured and protected for those wishing to do it harm. On Atlantis' final days, legend say that the phoenix was extremely tired and was resting inside it's cage when the volcano erupted, and thus caused the island to sunk into the bottom of the sea. But, those same legends also state, that on the day Atlantis is finally arisen from it's gloomy depths the fire bird will awaken and bring the Age of Enlightenment.
Many stories have been told of the mythical bird whose wings and body are engulfed in flames. Enthusiastic bring up the notion that the creature might be real. That all those legends has to have an origin and that maybe Atlantis was that place. I, for one believe people want to believe in legends so much, that it some times clouds their judgment and creates the misinterpretation that the creature exist. Some has been said about the legendary big foot that have made people go off into the wild to hurt down the thing that has been spread from their family, friends and other sources to help generate them.
My grandfather was a veteran in the war. That is something worth believing. That is something that drives me to be the best of best in this industry we live in, not some person claiming to rise up from the ashes like the phoenix – because that has been used to death. Passion runs deep in my family, but I will not go into the night without a fight. It only takes a few seconds before it's all over.
He would tell me of war stories to help boost my understanding on how the real world worked. It was his influence that made me the fighter that stands before you today. Often times, telling me what I needed to do in order to achieve the victory over the enemy. My grandfather was truly a solider.
Training was hard, Patricia had been hiking up mountains trails and dodging many obstacles to prepare herself for the battle against Tara Fenix. Still, she looked back at the Tokyo scenery taken back for a moment about the first time that she was here with her father at a young age learning the way of the Japanese culture and spirit. Her hair would wavier across the milky sky as the wind would carry strands of her raven hair blow, trying to escape as we open the scene back to Tokyo.
“Come Patricia, we have a half a days journey ahead of us if we are to begin your intense training.”
Music of “Juke Joint Jezebel” by KMFDM plays along with a series of clips are shown with Newborne training alongside students and wooden poles, using a legendary bo. Going through intense training atop the mountains rough environment for a solid week. Patricia stands before a mirror, and starts throwing punches into the air. A picture of Tara Fenix is shown on the corner of the mirror. Then the music dies, Patricia Newborne sits Indian style just as Master Ayo approaches the vixen, she opens her eyes to a beautiful sunset filled with a orange and white texture.
“Shogun warriors used these temples to train younger minds to defend Japan against oncoming invaders, and to protect the emperor in case any managed to make it through the walls. My families roots are tied here within these walls. Japan was in a time of war. Many lives died in one shift move...”
He looks down at her, she slightly turns her head to the side.
“... how do you plan to attack?”
Newborne's eyes fetched, searching of an answer to her master's question.
“I'll think of something when the time begs for it. There will be openings that I can use to attack and make my enemy question herself to the point she becomes unsure of her actions, then I will strike with force. One way or another I will make sure that it's my hand raised after the smoke clears.”
“Then you are ready.”
“I know what must be done. I'm ready to return to America with the wisdom that I've learned from here to put away my problems. Thank you Master Ayo,” she says with confidence.
Patricia turns back into the sight of Tokyo with a smirk. She looks down briefly at the small photo of Tara Fenix with her soon to be husband, the legendary Angel with piercing eyes. We fade to the image of Tokyo's International Airport as a plane takes off for an unknown destination. People scatter like ants, trying to rush through the busy airport. There, in the middle, was our young black haired vixen dressed in a white button shirt, sunglasses, and a pair of dark pants.
“Now boarding Tokyo to New York City, New York.”
Newborne makes one quick adjustment before heading left amongst a sea of travelers as she embarks on the journey back to the States.
“Ticket, please.”
Patricia gives the stewardess her ticket and walks onto the plane. Finding her seat wasn't hard, she had been through this kind of process many times before. She just hoped that she wasn't seating next to some moron or children, because that is all Newborne needed to get through the trip with a snot noise kid or an wondering eyed old pervert. If given the option to jump out with a parachute, she would.
“Finally, Tara has no clue I challenged her for the pay-per-view yet. Can we say, phoenix down?”
Newborne began to observe her surrounds a bit noticing the woman beside her was old, and she looked to be out of commission, which Patricia liked. She smiled, and started to reach for her iPod until she felt a large bump on the opposite side of her. Patricia looked beside her and found this fat little troll of a child smiling at her. She snarled at the little bastard showing her displeasure as the scene fades out.
Come on Tara, what's wrong? Didn't expect me to attack so soon? You must not have read everything about me. Because everyone knows that I don't back down from a fight, and I never say die until the curtain is closed and my hand is raised as the winner of match. It's in my blood to succeed, almost like it's in your blood to fall at the hands of me. We all know you can't stand competitive environments.
Think of all those times you could have managed a successful first run. It was your chance to show the world that Tara Fenix was fearsome warrior that moved over to the great nCw. But what happened? Why did the Frozen Savior, The Queen of Queens not accomplish her goals? Is it because she was no more a mere joke when it came to big time matches; against high profiled opponents?
Know what happened in my first run here? I promised that after Emma stole the victory over me and became the second person to hold the Women's World title, that I would seek my revenge – and I did. I went nonstop against everything that Ogre threw at me and walked out champion. My first title defense proved that I was no mere joke when I beat Stephanie Sanderson in a questionable fashion. My second defense went the same way, and I knocked that Goddess of Rose off her high horse. Granted I lost the title to my ungrateful sister afterward, but I managed to regain my gold belt for a record second time.
Wrestling outside this company means ****. Hell, if that were the case, I could throw a million reasons why I am not only more of stronger competitor but also add more credibility to my name.
You wanted a war against the best in the business? You wanted to start your own crusade against everyone to one day say to your children that you were the best wrestler that ever lived. No, that honor belongs to me for all my work I kept doing long before you decided on a new career path. Again, Tara Fenix is no more of a great wrestler than I am at being a musician. Cry all you want about how you managed to beat me once before all you want, however, that gets you no where.
You didn't win anything in return. And you certainly didn't get any favors even for being Angel's love interest. You're performance two weeks ago didn't leave shocked, really. Everyone knows in high billed matches Tara Fenix can't perform to the “great” level she claims. Its all smoke and mirrors.
I've been training for you in Japan to better myself to the great level that I had when I first walked through those doors. You should train, too. Because at the pay-per-view, you're dealing with me at my best and not someone just looking for a reason to half-ass matches like you. I want to destroy everything that you hold close to you, and it's through that I would prove to the world you are a joke.
So I deal you to attack me with all your might.
I deal you to go to Angel for training advice against an opponent like me.
Because I will not rest until you bow to me. Do you hear me? I want you on your knees begging for me to end our match and force the referee to count three. I will do anything it takes to win a match, and I will do anything to prove to everyone who the top bitch in this company is.
Pin me, if you can. Go ahead and hit me with your best superkick ever and cover me. No matter what you end up pulling out of your ass, I will bounce back up and demand seconds.
Just like Emma, you will grow tired and weak and when you turn around...
BOOM! A Californian Kiss is what you'll get. Out of nowhere, from the corner of your eye, and there you will be out like a light... on your back. xoxo bitch.
After getting an early start on intense training by Master Ayo in Japan, Patricia Newborne was confident that this time the outcome between her and Fenix would be different. The two had been at war with each other for weeks. Now, it comes down to a match that many will not be able to see unless their purchased tickets for the nCw Nothing to Lose pay-per-view event. But, the match was just enough to feed the hungry of Patricia's legendary ego of power amongst the division. Legends are just myths passed down for generations that are often charged along the ages to please a newer bred of humanity who desire more. Some legends are made out of the misinterpretation of common things found in our world that resemble a legendary creature from myth.
It is the human nature to wonder if there is more things outside what is known to us just waiting to discovered. A place no one visited in a very time. Creatures in the wild waiting for the right moment to be seen by the rest of world. These thoughts still exist today, and will still exist for as long as there is hope in the belief we are not alone. And the legend of good verses evil will never die...
Many stories have been told of the mythical bird whose wings and body are engulfed in flames. Enthusiastic bring up the notion that the creature might be real. That all those legends has to have an origin and that maybe Atlantis was that place. I, for one believe people want to believe in legends so much, that it some times clouds their judgment and creates the misinterpretation that the creature exist. Some has been said about the legendary big foot that have made people go off into the wild to hurt down the thing that has been spread from their family, friends and other sources to help generate them.
My grandfather was a veteran in the war. That is something worth believing. That is something that drives me to be the best of best in this industry we live in, not some person claiming to rise up from the ashes like the phoenix – because that has been used to death. Passion runs deep in my family, but I will not go into the night without a fight. It only takes a few seconds before it's all over.
He would tell me of war stories to help boost my understanding on how the real world worked. It was his influence that made me the fighter that stands before you today. Often times, telling me what I needed to do in order to achieve the victory over the enemy. My grandfather was truly a solider.
Training was hard, Patricia had been hiking up mountains trails and dodging many obstacles to prepare herself for the battle against Tara Fenix. Still, she looked back at the Tokyo scenery taken back for a moment about the first time that she was here with her father at a young age learning the way of the Japanese culture and spirit. Her hair would wavier across the milky sky as the wind would carry strands of her raven hair blow, trying to escape as we open the scene back to Tokyo.
“Come Patricia, we have a half a days journey ahead of us if we are to begin your intense training.”
Music of “Juke Joint Jezebel” by KMFDM plays along with a series of clips are shown with Newborne training alongside students and wooden poles, using a legendary bo. Going through intense training atop the mountains rough environment for a solid week. Patricia stands before a mirror, and starts throwing punches into the air. A picture of Tara Fenix is shown on the corner of the mirror. Then the music dies, Patricia Newborne sits Indian style just as Master Ayo approaches the vixen, she opens her eyes to a beautiful sunset filled with a orange and white texture.
“Shogun warriors used these temples to train younger minds to defend Japan against oncoming invaders, and to protect the emperor in case any managed to make it through the walls. My families roots are tied here within these walls. Japan was in a time of war. Many lives died in one shift move...”
He looks down at her, she slightly turns her head to the side.
“... how do you plan to attack?”
Newborne's eyes fetched, searching of an answer to her master's question.
“I'll think of something when the time begs for it. There will be openings that I can use to attack and make my enemy question herself to the point she becomes unsure of her actions, then I will strike with force. One way or another I will make sure that it's my hand raised after the smoke clears.”
“Then you are ready.”
“I know what must be done. I'm ready to return to America with the wisdom that I've learned from here to put away my problems. Thank you Master Ayo,” she says with confidence.
Patricia turns back into the sight of Tokyo with a smirk. She looks down briefly at the small photo of Tara Fenix with her soon to be husband, the legendary Angel with piercing eyes. We fade to the image of Tokyo's International Airport as a plane takes off for an unknown destination. People scatter like ants, trying to rush through the busy airport. There, in the middle, was our young black haired vixen dressed in a white button shirt, sunglasses, and a pair of dark pants.
“Now boarding Tokyo to New York City, New York.”
Newborne makes one quick adjustment before heading left amongst a sea of travelers as she embarks on the journey back to the States.
“Ticket, please.”
Patricia gives the stewardess her ticket and walks onto the plane. Finding her seat wasn't hard, she had been through this kind of process many times before. She just hoped that she wasn't seating next to some moron or children, because that is all Newborne needed to get through the trip with a snot noise kid or an wondering eyed old pervert. If given the option to jump out with a parachute, she would.
“Finally, Tara has no clue I challenged her for the pay-per-view yet. Can we say, phoenix down?”
Newborne began to observe her surrounds a bit noticing the woman beside her was old, and she looked to be out of commission, which Patricia liked. She smiled, and started to reach for her iPod until she felt a large bump on the opposite side of her. Patricia looked beside her and found this fat little troll of a child smiling at her. She snarled at the little bastard showing her displeasure as the scene fades out.
“Tara Fenix comes to Nothing to Lose with the notion that there is just going to be another quick victory for her like last time. She is unaware that I came to the Pay-Per-View for a fight. Fenix can visit her superstar boy all she wants, but when the bell rings nothing is going to stop me from tearing her apart no matter if the entire world witnesses it or not.”
- Patricia Newborne, 8/27/2011 -
- Patricia Newborne, 8/27/2011 -
Come on Tara, what's wrong? Didn't expect me to attack so soon? You must not have read everything about me. Because everyone knows that I don't back down from a fight, and I never say die until the curtain is closed and my hand is raised as the winner of match. It's in my blood to succeed, almost like it's in your blood to fall at the hands of me. We all know you can't stand competitive environments.
Think of all those times you could have managed a successful first run. It was your chance to show the world that Tara Fenix was fearsome warrior that moved over to the great nCw. But what happened? Why did the Frozen Savior, The Queen of Queens not accomplish her goals? Is it because she was no more a mere joke when it came to big time matches; against high profiled opponents?
Know what happened in my first run here? I promised that after Emma stole the victory over me and became the second person to hold the Women's World title, that I would seek my revenge – and I did. I went nonstop against everything that Ogre threw at me and walked out champion. My first title defense proved that I was no mere joke when I beat Stephanie Sanderson in a questionable fashion. My second defense went the same way, and I knocked that Goddess of Rose off her high horse. Granted I lost the title to my ungrateful sister afterward, but I managed to regain my gold belt for a record second time.
Wrestling outside this company means ****. Hell, if that were the case, I could throw a million reasons why I am not only more of stronger competitor but also add more credibility to my name.
You wanted a war against the best in the business? You wanted to start your own crusade against everyone to one day say to your children that you were the best wrestler that ever lived. No, that honor belongs to me for all my work I kept doing long before you decided on a new career path. Again, Tara Fenix is no more of a great wrestler than I am at being a musician. Cry all you want about how you managed to beat me once before all you want, however, that gets you no where.
You didn't win anything in return. And you certainly didn't get any favors even for being Angel's love interest. You're performance two weeks ago didn't leave shocked, really. Everyone knows in high billed matches Tara Fenix can't perform to the “great” level she claims. Its all smoke and mirrors.
I've been training for you in Japan to better myself to the great level that I had when I first walked through those doors. You should train, too. Because at the pay-per-view, you're dealing with me at my best and not someone just looking for a reason to half-ass matches like you. I want to destroy everything that you hold close to you, and it's through that I would prove to the world you are a joke.
So I deal you to attack me with all your might.
I deal you to go to Angel for training advice against an opponent like me.
Because I will not rest until you bow to me. Do you hear me? I want you on your knees begging for me to end our match and force the referee to count three. I will do anything it takes to win a match, and I will do anything to prove to everyone who the top bitch in this company is.
Pin me, if you can. Go ahead and hit me with your best superkick ever and cover me. No matter what you end up pulling out of your ass, I will bounce back up and demand seconds.
Just like Emma, you will grow tired and weak and when you turn around...
BOOM! A Californian Kiss is what you'll get. Out of nowhere, from the corner of your eye, and there you will be out like a light... on your back. xoxo bitch.
Epilogue
After getting an early start on intense training by Master Ayo in Japan, Patricia Newborne was confident that this time the outcome between her and Fenix would be different. The two had been at war with each other for weeks. Now, it comes down to a match that many will not be able to see unless their purchased tickets for the nCw Nothing to Lose pay-per-view event. But, the match was just enough to feed the hungry of Patricia's legendary ego of power amongst the division. Legends are just myths passed down for generations that are often charged along the ages to please a newer bred of humanity who desire more. Some legends are made out of the misinterpretation of common things found in our world that resemble a legendary creature from myth.
It is the human nature to wonder if there is more things outside what is known to us just waiting to discovered. A place no one visited in a very time. Creatures in the wild waiting for the right moment to be seen by the rest of world. These thoughts still exist today, and will still exist for as long as there is hope in the belief we are not alone. And the legend of good verses evil will never die...