Post by Amy Marshall on Sept 25, 2011 3:48:07 GMT -6
OOC: Thanks AJ for the use Emma.
Friday 23rd September 2011
Time: 11:30pm
Bourbon Bar, Washington DC.
The scene opens up in a busy bar on Friday night, where we see people sitting around the bar chatting with friends, people on dates or just sitting alone after a busy day at work as they ignore those around them.
As the camera pans around we see Emma Danielson sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer in front of her as she ignore those around her preferring her own company. However, her peace was quickly shattered as Amy entered into view and say next to her.
“Shot of jager and a beer. And whatever she is drinking” Amy said she looks at Emma sitting alone.
“Thanks” Emma said "Well well well, if it ain't the Spunk Princess. How ya doing, Amy?” Emma continued.
"I’m good thanks." Amy said "So no Crystal keeping you company this evening?" Amy continued as she looked around looking for Crystal. Full well she knew that Crystal would be licking her wounds after her attack.
She shakes her head. "Tagging up with Shelly Taylor-Jackass is usually a disqualifier with me."
Amy chuckles a little "She always had a poor pick in friends. I just hope Shelly realises that Crystal is riding her coattails." Amy said as she downed her jager shot.
Emma nods sagely, sipping her Heineken. "I hope both of them crash and burn, to be honest."
Amy nods in agreement "They will. Not a single team can handle two ego's as big as theirs. Did you enjoy what I did to that spoilt little bitch?" Amy said with a smirk.
Emma grins back at her. "That was pure catharsis. I enjoyed it."
Amy brings the beer bottle up to her lips "There is a lot more to come. But firstly I am going to make sure our new 'Savior' look like a complete joke." Amy said as she took a swig of the beer.
Emma groans, waving her hand. "Tara, right? Crack that bitch a good one for me, will ya? Nobody makes an example of me..." she takes another swig. "Nobody."
Amy looks at Emma "This is why I respect the hell out of you. No nonsense, straight talking and one awesome wrestler. Its a shame no-one takes you seriously." Amy said biting her lower lip.
She groans. "They'd rather talk about my looks and accuse me of being a transvestite. I think it's because they're scared, honestly. They know I can wrestle circles around any of them, so they get under my skin that way...it feels like ****ing high school all over again."
"They are just jealous bitches. Spouting the same old same old. Frankly I’m getting bored of it. This is partly why I’ve made changes. Get away from the high school jokes and get away from this 'starlet' look." Amy said shrugging knowing that it doesn’t fool anyone.
She nods. "I definitely approve. You're damn good, and you deserve more respect than you get." she raises her bottle. "To fresh starts?"
Amy raises her bottle as well "Fresh starts" Amy takes a swig of her beer "Anyway enough of this ass kissing. And lets find somewhere more exciting than this dump" Amy joked as she looked around the bar.
She grins. "Got anywhere in mind, Amy?"
"Hmmm. I saw a strip club a block away or we could find another bar which has live music and we can just dance the night away?" Amy suggested a few places.
Emma's grin grows even wider. "Let's dance."
"Alrighty then" Amy said as she downed the rest of her beer, before pulling out $10 to pay for her drinks. "Definitely need to release some of this energy before facing Tara." Amy said.
Emma nods, laying a $10 to cover her own tab. "Yeah...been too damn long since I've gone partying and not just drinking."
And with that, both Amy and Emma get up off the bar stools and leave the bar, where they walked a couple of block before finding a nightclub in which doesn’t close til 5:30am and had a nice short queue.
Waiting only 10 minutes to get in, they headed to the bar to get a couple of drinks before heading to the centre of the dance floor, although the music wasn’t to Emma’s or Amy’s taste they just started dancing anyway.
As they ignored the random looks they were getting, they danced with each other and danced with those who were close by and perhaps ruining a few dates. But they didn’t care as they enjoyed themselves.
Savior
Noun
A person who saves someone or something (esp. a country or cause) from danger, and who is regarded with the veneration of a religious figure.
(in Christianity) God or Jesus Christ as the redeemer of sin and saver of souls.
”So first off I am going to stick my two cents into the Starlets title match between Alysson and Shelly.
I like how this has been building for the past month with Shelly’s bitching and cheap shots at Alysson and Alysson just throwing it back into Shelly’s face.
For the record I am cheering on Alysson simply because no one wants to see someone with no respect to former champions, who is virtually a carbon copy of Crystal Hilton with her look at me I am the best bull**** to win the woman’s title.
But hey, the bitch won’t listen to me and tell me to butt out because no one cares about me.
Blah blah blah.
Well Shelly…I hope Alysson beats you so bad that they would need dental records to identify you.
So Tara Fenix…
You still think that you are this big bad savior of this division, you think you know how each and every woman thinks and moves and what they are going to say next.
You are so ****ing wrong.
WRONG!
WRONG!
WRONG!
You think because you are this false prophet, that you have me down to a Tee.
Bitch you need to get a ****ing clue.
You know nothing about me, my life and how I grew up.
But here is a snippet of my childhood.
I was never raped as a child.
Anyway…moving on to something more important than whether I was raped as I child and that all Alaskan’s live in igloo’s – I mean what the ****!
Are you that ****ing dumb.
Wait don’t answer that…
Because you already answered that, as you are dumb enough to team with Bitches With Attitude and to think that this crusade of yours will actually work.
What are you three going to do?
End the careers of every single Starlet in this division that doesn’t match your criteria, and then end up battling it out between you three.
You will then complain that there isn’t enough competition in the division.
All three of you are absolute ****ing geniuses.
Now answer me this…which one of you is Pinky? Which one of you is Brain? And which one of you is mouse **** lying at the bottom of the cage.
I can guess who is who…
Pinky is Ayla
Brain is Rayne
And the **** lying at the bottom of the cage is Tara.
Ha…bet you were expecting that **** were you.
Some original **** there.
So I am the female Jake Conway.
Wow.
Now that is one lame insult you have there… but hey at least he and I have won gold in this company…what have you done?
NOTHING.
You really want to make a name for yourself, then go out start winning titles, attack the woman’s champion, rise to the top of the woman’s division but don’t rely on Ayla and Rayne to help.
They will be forever stuck in the tag team division, not knowing what the hell to do when they are faced with singles competition.
So I wouldn’t rely on them.
But the one thing you should rely on is losing.
Come Sunday night, I will prove that you nothing more than a joke with no original material.
If you’re not with me, you’re against me.
Yeah that’s original.
But I will tell you what isn’t original, your defeat.
So go choke on that bitch.
I am the Punk ****ing Princess.
Know It! Say It! Fear It!
Friday 23rd September 2011
Time: 11:30pm
Bourbon Bar, Washington DC.
The scene opens up in a busy bar on Friday night, where we see people sitting around the bar chatting with friends, people on dates or just sitting alone after a busy day at work as they ignore those around them.
As the camera pans around we see Emma Danielson sitting at the bar with a bottle of beer in front of her as she ignore those around her preferring her own company. However, her peace was quickly shattered as Amy entered into view and say next to her.
“Shot of jager and a beer. And whatever she is drinking” Amy said she looks at Emma sitting alone.
“Thanks” Emma said "Well well well, if it ain't the Spunk Princess. How ya doing, Amy?” Emma continued.
"I’m good thanks." Amy said "So no Crystal keeping you company this evening?" Amy continued as she looked around looking for Crystal. Full well she knew that Crystal would be licking her wounds after her attack.
She shakes her head. "Tagging up with Shelly Taylor-Jackass is usually a disqualifier with me."
Amy chuckles a little "She always had a poor pick in friends. I just hope Shelly realises that Crystal is riding her coattails." Amy said as she downed her jager shot.
Emma nods sagely, sipping her Heineken. "I hope both of them crash and burn, to be honest."
Amy nods in agreement "They will. Not a single team can handle two ego's as big as theirs. Did you enjoy what I did to that spoilt little bitch?" Amy said with a smirk.
Emma grins back at her. "That was pure catharsis. I enjoyed it."
Amy brings the beer bottle up to her lips "There is a lot more to come. But firstly I am going to make sure our new 'Savior' look like a complete joke." Amy said as she took a swig of the beer.
Emma groans, waving her hand. "Tara, right? Crack that bitch a good one for me, will ya? Nobody makes an example of me..." she takes another swig. "Nobody."
Amy looks at Emma "This is why I respect the hell out of you. No nonsense, straight talking and one awesome wrestler. Its a shame no-one takes you seriously." Amy said biting her lower lip.
She groans. "They'd rather talk about my looks and accuse me of being a transvestite. I think it's because they're scared, honestly. They know I can wrestle circles around any of them, so they get under my skin that way...it feels like ****ing high school all over again."
"They are just jealous bitches. Spouting the same old same old. Frankly I’m getting bored of it. This is partly why I’ve made changes. Get away from the high school jokes and get away from this 'starlet' look." Amy said shrugging knowing that it doesn’t fool anyone.
She nods. "I definitely approve. You're damn good, and you deserve more respect than you get." she raises her bottle. "To fresh starts?"
Amy raises her bottle as well "Fresh starts" Amy takes a swig of her beer "Anyway enough of this ass kissing. And lets find somewhere more exciting than this dump" Amy joked as she looked around the bar.
She grins. "Got anywhere in mind, Amy?"
"Hmmm. I saw a strip club a block away or we could find another bar which has live music and we can just dance the night away?" Amy suggested a few places.
Emma's grin grows even wider. "Let's dance."
"Alrighty then" Amy said as she downed the rest of her beer, before pulling out $10 to pay for her drinks. "Definitely need to release some of this energy before facing Tara." Amy said.
Emma nods, laying a $10 to cover her own tab. "Yeah...been too damn long since I've gone partying and not just drinking."
And with that, both Amy and Emma get up off the bar stools and leave the bar, where they walked a couple of block before finding a nightclub in which doesn’t close til 5:30am and had a nice short queue.
Waiting only 10 minutes to get in, they headed to the bar to get a couple of drinks before heading to the centre of the dance floor, although the music wasn’t to Emma’s or Amy’s taste they just started dancing anyway.
As they ignored the random looks they were getting, they danced with each other and danced with those who were close by and perhaps ruining a few dates. But they didn’t care as they enjoyed themselves.
Savior
Noun
A person who saves someone or something (esp. a country or cause) from danger, and who is regarded with the veneration of a religious figure.
(in Christianity) God or Jesus Christ as the redeemer of sin and saver of souls.
”So first off I am going to stick my two cents into the Starlets title match between Alysson and Shelly.
I like how this has been building for the past month with Shelly’s bitching and cheap shots at Alysson and Alysson just throwing it back into Shelly’s face.
For the record I am cheering on Alysson simply because no one wants to see someone with no respect to former champions, who is virtually a carbon copy of Crystal Hilton with her look at me I am the best bull**** to win the woman’s title.
But hey, the bitch won’t listen to me and tell me to butt out because no one cares about me.
Blah blah blah.
Well Shelly…I hope Alysson beats you so bad that they would need dental records to identify you.
So Tara Fenix…
You still think that you are this big bad savior of this division, you think you know how each and every woman thinks and moves and what they are going to say next.
You are so ****ing wrong.
WRONG!
WRONG!
WRONG!
You think because you are this false prophet, that you have me down to a Tee.
Bitch you need to get a ****ing clue.
You know nothing about me, my life and how I grew up.
But here is a snippet of my childhood.
I was never raped as a child.
Anyway…moving on to something more important than whether I was raped as I child and that all Alaskan’s live in igloo’s – I mean what the ****!
Are you that ****ing dumb.
Wait don’t answer that…
Because you already answered that, as you are dumb enough to team with Bitches With Attitude and to think that this crusade of yours will actually work.
What are you three going to do?
End the careers of every single Starlet in this division that doesn’t match your criteria, and then end up battling it out between you three.
You will then complain that there isn’t enough competition in the division.
All three of you are absolute ****ing geniuses.
Now answer me this…which one of you is Pinky? Which one of you is Brain? And which one of you is mouse **** lying at the bottom of the cage.
I can guess who is who…
Pinky is Ayla
Brain is Rayne
And the **** lying at the bottom of the cage is Tara.
Ha…bet you were expecting that **** were you.
Some original **** there.
So I am the female Jake Conway.
Wow.
Now that is one lame insult you have there… but hey at least he and I have won gold in this company…what have you done?
NOTHING.
You really want to make a name for yourself, then go out start winning titles, attack the woman’s champion, rise to the top of the woman’s division but don’t rely on Ayla and Rayne to help.
They will be forever stuck in the tag team division, not knowing what the hell to do when they are faced with singles competition.
So I wouldn’t rely on them.
But the one thing you should rely on is losing.
Come Sunday night, I will prove that you nothing more than a joke with no original material.
If you’re not with me, you’re against me.
Yeah that’s original.
But I will tell you what isn’t original, your defeat.
So go choke on that bitch.
I am the Punk ****ing Princess.
Know It! Say It! Fear It!