Post by Amy Marshall on Aug 27, 2011 16:24:48 GMT -6
Saturday, 20th August 2011
Nassau Coliseum
Uniondale, New York.
Shortly after Roxxxie vs. Alexis vs. Sarah [/I]
Richardson covers Alexis quickly 1...2...3!
As I stand on the outside of the ring watching that bitch celebrating her snatched win, I just thump the ring apron with my fists as just glared at the bitch for stealing my win, as I could feel the anger inside me grow and I was ready to explode.
As I made my way back to the backstage area, I ignored everything around from the fans to the cameraman until I entered the backstage area, where Jason Dunn with a big cheesy smile on his face shoved his mic in front of my face.
“Back the **** away” I said as tried to keep my anger in check.
“Can I just get a few words from you regarding what happened out there?” Jason Dunn unaware that I was ready to rip his head off.
“You want to know what happened out there?” I said. “That ****ing bitch stole my *** damned win. I am fed up with these ****ing perky blonde’s stealing my spot and wins.
I am fed up with Shelly ****ing Taylor-Jones getting a number one contendership match over me, I am fed up with bitches like Sarah getting lucky with wins and I am also fed up with Bitch with Attitude and their ****ing smugness.
And I’ve had enough of everything.
No more Roxxxie.”
“What?” Jason said his eyes widening
“You heard correctly, no more Roxxxie. From now on everyone can call me Amy Marshall.” I said, as I turned ready to leave.
“Hang on.” Jason said, “What do you mean no more Roxxxie?”
I just leave him hanging, as I trudge away back to my locker room, the anger was still coursing through my veins as was the adrenaline. And as I entered into the locker room, I just give the nearest set of lockers a kick before I disappeared into the bathroom.
As I caught my image in the mirror, I began to think about what I said to Jason Dunn.
Is Roxxxie really dead?
Am I still holding onto my youth?
Do I really have to grow up and move on from my past?
I knew that I was fed up with joke after joke about STD’s, lying on my back and this stupid Starlets war.
Sighing, I knew I had to make more changes and reverting back to my birth name was just the beginning.
Turning on the tap, I splash my face with water allowing some of the water to drip off my face and run down my top, refreshing me ever so slightly.
“I am not going to congratulate you Sarah, because everyone knows that your win is tarnished. You never earned that win, you stole it, and I had Alexis beat. Sarah you can celebrate your win all you like but remember this, no one is going to take you seriously not after tonight.”
Turning the tap off, I turn and return back to the main locker room, where I change into my street clothing and head back to the hotel, where I had a lot of thinking to do.
Wednesday, 24th August 2011
New York, NY
Adrienne’s Pizza bar
As I sat in the Pizza Bar with Ander, I had forgotten how great the food was in this place as I was a regular visitor to this restaurant and many other places in New York, when I had time off from filming movies.
“So how many times you visited New York?” Ander asked as he looked around the pizza bar.
“So many times, that I have forgotten.” I said as I took a sip of diet coke. “But it’s nice to be back in the city.” I said as I gazed out of window.
“Did you ever do any work in the city?” Ander asked.
“We did a few movies, but mainly promotional stuff.” I said as I bit into a slice of pizza. “Why do ask all these questions?” I asked Ander.
“If I don’t get a match soon, I might just have to go and work for you” Ander joked.
I smirk “There is always a opening for you. But I am strict employer and if you step out of line, I will punish you” I said winking.
Ander smirked “I’ll make sure I’m always in your bad books” Ander winked as he leaned over the table and gave me a kiss.
As I watch Ander sit back down, I smile before picking up another slice of Pizza and bite into it, as I watch people walk past the window and the yellow cabs zooming back and forth on the road.
God how I missed New York.
Looking up, I reach for my drink and I see Nate Webb enter the Pizza Bar, as he heads straight to the cashier desk. Where he speaks with the cashier, who disappears for a few moments before coming back and speak with Nate and Nate nods before handing over some money.
He then spots Ander and I before coming over.
“Hey Amy” he said ignoring Ander.
“Nate” I said as Ander gave a small cough “This is Ander, Ander this is Nate Webb”.
”Hey Man” Ander said as he gave a manly nod in the direction of Nate.
“So how are you Amy?” Nate asked, as Ander raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
“Sir your order is ready” came a voice from the other side of the restaurant.
“I’m good thanks Nate. Hope you enjoy your Pizza” I said.
“Err, Thanks. See you around.” Nate said, as he gave me another smile before heading over to the cashier, where Nate picks up his Pizza before leaving the bar.
As I watched him leave, I turned to see Ander just shaking his head.
“What?”
“Aww isn’t that sweet.” Ander said in a mocking tone.
“What, I can’t help it if the man is attracted to me.” I said winking at Ander as I finished up my last bit of Pizza.
“So what’s the plan for today?” Ander asked leaning back in the chair.
“Lets see; my promo, shopping, training and that’s about it.” I said.
“Want some company inside the gym?” Ander asked.
“Sure, maybe I can work out some of my anger” I said with a shrug.
“Save some for the ring.” Ander said.
I nod, before downing the rest of my diet coke, as the girl collects the empty plates and glasses, as Ander pays for the meal. We then head to the arena to cut my promo for the Wired match then off to do some retail therapy and then some training.
6 months ago I defeated Trish Newborn to become Woman’s champion and I revenged my attack from Mercedes Lewis by giving her a beat down backstage the next week.
And now 6 months later and various tag matches and riot matches, I actually get to face Mercedes Lewis in a singles match.
Talk about way over due.
So moving on from my dreaded title run, Mercedes if I was you, I wouldn’t turn up and pretend to be a wrestler, instead why don’t you go watch your stupid Twilight movies and pretend your that Bella chick and Trent being your Edward.
Oh shoot, did I just spill the beans on yours and Trent’s love life?
Hmmm a lame joke that.
Ok lets be more serious.
Mercedes, you want to pretend your wrestler then you are going to be treated as one, we may be stuck on Wired but I am going to make sure that we will be talked about after I make sure you will never compete inside the ring ever again, and when Trent wants to return from whatever the hell he is doing, you could be nothing more than his arm candy for going down to the ring.
And if you think that Alysson or anyone else is going to help, then you are sadly mistaken.
Alysson doesn’t care about you, she cares about being woman’s champion, and she is more focused on keeping her title and defending against those who have earned their spots here.
So Mercedes, you better start praying, because I will not be sorry for what I am going to do to you.
Oh and Roxxxie is dead.
Long live Amy Marshall the Punk Princess.
Nassau Coliseum
Uniondale, New York.
Shortly after Roxxxie vs. Alexis vs. Sarah [/I]
Richardson covers Alexis quickly 1...2...3!
As I stand on the outside of the ring watching that bitch celebrating her snatched win, I just thump the ring apron with my fists as just glared at the bitch for stealing my win, as I could feel the anger inside me grow and I was ready to explode.
As I made my way back to the backstage area, I ignored everything around from the fans to the cameraman until I entered the backstage area, where Jason Dunn with a big cheesy smile on his face shoved his mic in front of my face.
“Back the **** away” I said as tried to keep my anger in check.
“Can I just get a few words from you regarding what happened out there?” Jason Dunn unaware that I was ready to rip his head off.
“You want to know what happened out there?” I said. “That ****ing bitch stole my *** damned win. I am fed up with these ****ing perky blonde’s stealing my spot and wins.
I am fed up with Shelly ****ing Taylor-Jones getting a number one contendership match over me, I am fed up with bitches like Sarah getting lucky with wins and I am also fed up with Bitch with Attitude and their ****ing smugness.
And I’ve had enough of everything.
No more Roxxxie.”
“What?” Jason said his eyes widening
“You heard correctly, no more Roxxxie. From now on everyone can call me Amy Marshall.” I said, as I turned ready to leave.
“Hang on.” Jason said, “What do you mean no more Roxxxie?”
I just leave him hanging, as I trudge away back to my locker room, the anger was still coursing through my veins as was the adrenaline. And as I entered into the locker room, I just give the nearest set of lockers a kick before I disappeared into the bathroom.
As I caught my image in the mirror, I began to think about what I said to Jason Dunn.
Is Roxxxie really dead?
Am I still holding onto my youth?
Do I really have to grow up and move on from my past?
I knew that I was fed up with joke after joke about STD’s, lying on my back and this stupid Starlets war.
Sighing, I knew I had to make more changes and reverting back to my birth name was just the beginning.
Turning on the tap, I splash my face with water allowing some of the water to drip off my face and run down my top, refreshing me ever so slightly.
“I am not going to congratulate you Sarah, because everyone knows that your win is tarnished. You never earned that win, you stole it, and I had Alexis beat. Sarah you can celebrate your win all you like but remember this, no one is going to take you seriously not after tonight.”
Turning the tap off, I turn and return back to the main locker room, where I change into my street clothing and head back to the hotel, where I had a lot of thinking to do.
Wednesday, 24th August 2011
New York, NY
Adrienne’s Pizza bar
As I sat in the Pizza Bar with Ander, I had forgotten how great the food was in this place as I was a regular visitor to this restaurant and many other places in New York, when I had time off from filming movies.
“So how many times you visited New York?” Ander asked as he looked around the pizza bar.
“So many times, that I have forgotten.” I said as I took a sip of diet coke. “But it’s nice to be back in the city.” I said as I gazed out of window.
“Did you ever do any work in the city?” Ander asked.
“We did a few movies, but mainly promotional stuff.” I said as I bit into a slice of pizza. “Why do ask all these questions?” I asked Ander.
“If I don’t get a match soon, I might just have to go and work for you” Ander joked.
I smirk “There is always a opening for you. But I am strict employer and if you step out of line, I will punish you” I said winking.
Ander smirked “I’ll make sure I’m always in your bad books” Ander winked as he leaned over the table and gave me a kiss.
As I watch Ander sit back down, I smile before picking up another slice of Pizza and bite into it, as I watch people walk past the window and the yellow cabs zooming back and forth on the road.
God how I missed New York.
Looking up, I reach for my drink and I see Nate Webb enter the Pizza Bar, as he heads straight to the cashier desk. Where he speaks with the cashier, who disappears for a few moments before coming back and speak with Nate and Nate nods before handing over some money.
He then spots Ander and I before coming over.
“Hey Amy” he said ignoring Ander.
“Nate” I said as Ander gave a small cough “This is Ander, Ander this is Nate Webb”.
”Hey Man” Ander said as he gave a manly nod in the direction of Nate.
“So how are you Amy?” Nate asked, as Ander raised an eyebrow and looked at me.
“Sir your order is ready” came a voice from the other side of the restaurant.
“I’m good thanks Nate. Hope you enjoy your Pizza” I said.
“Err, Thanks. See you around.” Nate said, as he gave me another smile before heading over to the cashier, where Nate picks up his Pizza before leaving the bar.
As I watched him leave, I turned to see Ander just shaking his head.
“What?”
“Aww isn’t that sweet.” Ander said in a mocking tone.
“What, I can’t help it if the man is attracted to me.” I said winking at Ander as I finished up my last bit of Pizza.
“So what’s the plan for today?” Ander asked leaning back in the chair.
“Lets see; my promo, shopping, training and that’s about it.” I said.
“Want some company inside the gym?” Ander asked.
“Sure, maybe I can work out some of my anger” I said with a shrug.
“Save some for the ring.” Ander said.
I nod, before downing the rest of my diet coke, as the girl collects the empty plates and glasses, as Ander pays for the meal. We then head to the arena to cut my promo for the Wired match then off to do some retail therapy and then some training.
6 months ago I defeated Trish Newborn to become Woman’s champion and I revenged my attack from Mercedes Lewis by giving her a beat down backstage the next week.
And now 6 months later and various tag matches and riot matches, I actually get to face Mercedes Lewis in a singles match.
Talk about way over due.
So moving on from my dreaded title run, Mercedes if I was you, I wouldn’t turn up and pretend to be a wrestler, instead why don’t you go watch your stupid Twilight movies and pretend your that Bella chick and Trent being your Edward.
Oh shoot, did I just spill the beans on yours and Trent’s love life?
Hmmm a lame joke that.
Ok lets be more serious.
Mercedes, you want to pretend your wrestler then you are going to be treated as one, we may be stuck on Wired but I am going to make sure that we will be talked about after I make sure you will never compete inside the ring ever again, and when Trent wants to return from whatever the hell he is doing, you could be nothing more than his arm candy for going down to the ring.
And if you think that Alysson or anyone else is going to help, then you are sadly mistaken.
Alysson doesn’t care about you, she cares about being woman’s champion, and she is more focused on keeping her title and defending against those who have earned their spots here.
So Mercedes, you better start praying, because I will not be sorry for what I am going to do to you.
Oh and Roxxxie is dead.
Long live Amy Marshall the Punk Princess.