Post by Amy Marshall on Apr 7, 2012 16:14:41 GMT -6
(OOC: Sorry for the poor poor rp. Being ill doesn't help the motivation)
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Save Mart Center.
Fresno, California
{Backstage after Amy’s loss to Freya Kane}
The scene opens up in the medical centre, where we see Amy laying on the bed, as once again she has to visit the medical centre, although this time it wasn’t for a concussion or tweak of the knee or any other limb. But instead it was for a cut on her head sustained at the hands of Freya Kane.
Freya was right that she was going to beat Amy, however, she failed to leave Amy in a pool of her own blood, however, she pretty much dominated much of the match (silly me!), leaving Amy wondering where the hell she went wrong.
“Ouch!”
Amy darted open her eyes as she gave a dirty glare at the doctor, however, the doctor just got with his job, which was cleaning up and sorting out the wound on Amy’s head.
Closing her eyes once more, Amy knew she had to re-evaluate her position in NCW and what she needed to do to get back into the world title picture. And so far breaking the arm of Rose Acantha was getting her absolutely nowhere.
Perhaps going away with a concussion and then coming back with a badass attitude and motorcycle and confronting the world champion gets you a shot.
Moments before her match, Amy had watched this confrontation between Ashlie and Alysson – maybe it was a dumb thing to watch it before going into a match but Amy didn’t care.
But Alysson made some good points about Ashlie, but why the hell did she get a shot, while Amy had been working hard and got no-where.
This pissed Amy off a little bit and this perhaps distracted her a little bit going into the match against Freya.
Even if she didn’t watch the segment with Ashlie and Alysson would of she still lost the match or Freya was just too strong for Amy.
Whatever the case, it was now all said and done – it was time to focus on Sovereign and whoever Amy was given to face.
“Ok, done”
Amy’s eyes open, adjusting to the light, Amy then sits up and looks into the mirror that is fixed on the wall, raising a hand – Amy runs a hand over the steri-strips that cover her wound and smiles.
“Thanks Doc”
Amy slides off the bed, however, before she could make her exit, the doctor stops her.
“Keep the strips dry and keep the wound dry as well.”
“Thanks.”
Amy finally leaves the medical centre, where she begins the slow walk back to the locker room.
“Congrats Freya.
Once again the better woman won.
But I have to admit that I was a little distracted, but that is a poor excuse to use.
As I said, you were the better woman, but next time it will be different and I will pull out all the stops to win. “
Friday April 6th, 2012
Inglewood, California
Hilton Hotel
The scene opens in a hotel room of the Hilton Hotel in the centre of Inglewood, where we see Amy sitting alone on the bed wearing a Misfits tee shirt and shorts, clearly having returned from training at a local gym. The small TV blared out the latest rock tunes, as Amy ignored the TV as she focuses on her laptop in front of her.
Where she hooks up her camcorder to the laptop, before turning and getting off the chair and placing the camcorder on the tripod.
Amy then goes back to her laptop, where she plays around for a few moments before returning to the camcorder, where she stands in front of it and hits play and begins to record her promo.
“So Jazzy B, Lil Jazz, Jasmine… or whatever the hell you wanna call yourself.
First off, who the hell are you?
Oh… you’re the chick that Todd has been training…
Heh… clearly that has been working out for you.
While he walks around the world champion with his mongrel of a wife and mutt of a child, you are stuck at the bottom of the rung notching up losses like Joe Everyman and myself.
Yeah I compared you to Joe Everyman and me – but you are going to protest that you are nothing like Joe and I.
Yes you have your band of merry men pretending to be the mafia of wherever, but underneath you can’t get a win to save your life.
I know that feeling, but guess what, at Sovereign that feeling will continue playing in the back of your mind.
You see I will not allow some pathetic excuse for a wrestler like you step on toes – especially mine.
You have seen what happened to that parasitic leech – I broke her arm like it was a twig and I could so easily break yours as well.
But I won’t do that, because we need sad pathetic people in the fed that people can laugh at, and I’m sure as hell it won’t be me.
I will wish you luck though, because you will certainly need it against me Sunday night.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Save Mart Center.
Fresno, California
{Backstage after Amy’s loss to Freya Kane}
The scene opens up in the medical centre, where we see Amy laying on the bed, as once again she has to visit the medical centre, although this time it wasn’t for a concussion or tweak of the knee or any other limb. But instead it was for a cut on her head sustained at the hands of Freya Kane.
Freya was right that she was going to beat Amy, however, she failed to leave Amy in a pool of her own blood, however, she pretty much dominated much of the match (silly me!), leaving Amy wondering where the hell she went wrong.
“Ouch!”
Amy darted open her eyes as she gave a dirty glare at the doctor, however, the doctor just got with his job, which was cleaning up and sorting out the wound on Amy’s head.
Closing her eyes once more, Amy knew she had to re-evaluate her position in NCW and what she needed to do to get back into the world title picture. And so far breaking the arm of Rose Acantha was getting her absolutely nowhere.
Perhaps going away with a concussion and then coming back with a badass attitude and motorcycle and confronting the world champion gets you a shot.
Moments before her match, Amy had watched this confrontation between Ashlie and Alysson – maybe it was a dumb thing to watch it before going into a match but Amy didn’t care.
But Alysson made some good points about Ashlie, but why the hell did she get a shot, while Amy had been working hard and got no-where.
This pissed Amy off a little bit and this perhaps distracted her a little bit going into the match against Freya.
Even if she didn’t watch the segment with Ashlie and Alysson would of she still lost the match or Freya was just too strong for Amy.
Whatever the case, it was now all said and done – it was time to focus on Sovereign and whoever Amy was given to face.
“Ok, done”
Amy’s eyes open, adjusting to the light, Amy then sits up and looks into the mirror that is fixed on the wall, raising a hand – Amy runs a hand over the steri-strips that cover her wound and smiles.
“Thanks Doc”
Amy slides off the bed, however, before she could make her exit, the doctor stops her.
“Keep the strips dry and keep the wound dry as well.”
“Thanks.”
Amy finally leaves the medical centre, where she begins the slow walk back to the locker room.
“Congrats Freya.
Once again the better woman won.
But I have to admit that I was a little distracted, but that is a poor excuse to use.
As I said, you were the better woman, but next time it will be different and I will pull out all the stops to win. “
Friday April 6th, 2012
Inglewood, California
Hilton Hotel
The scene opens in a hotel room of the Hilton Hotel in the centre of Inglewood, where we see Amy sitting alone on the bed wearing a Misfits tee shirt and shorts, clearly having returned from training at a local gym. The small TV blared out the latest rock tunes, as Amy ignored the TV as she focuses on her laptop in front of her.
Where she hooks up her camcorder to the laptop, before turning and getting off the chair and placing the camcorder on the tripod.
Amy then goes back to her laptop, where she plays around for a few moments before returning to the camcorder, where she stands in front of it and hits play and begins to record her promo.
“So Jazzy B, Lil Jazz, Jasmine… or whatever the hell you wanna call yourself.
First off, who the hell are you?
Oh… you’re the chick that Todd has been training…
Heh… clearly that has been working out for you.
While he walks around the world champion with his mongrel of a wife and mutt of a child, you are stuck at the bottom of the rung notching up losses like Joe Everyman and myself.
Yeah I compared you to Joe Everyman and me – but you are going to protest that you are nothing like Joe and I.
Yes you have your band of merry men pretending to be the mafia of wherever, but underneath you can’t get a win to save your life.
I know that feeling, but guess what, at Sovereign that feeling will continue playing in the back of your mind.
You see I will not allow some pathetic excuse for a wrestler like you step on toes – especially mine.
You have seen what happened to that parasitic leech – I broke her arm like it was a twig and I could so easily break yours as well.
But I won’t do that, because we need sad pathetic people in the fed that people can laugh at, and I’m sure as hell it won’t be me.
I will wish you luck though, because you will certainly need it against me Sunday night.
