[Trish Newborn]

 

PROLOGUE: It was over, the winner had been declared after a long battle over the SCW Bombshell Tag Team championships in what many would call an upset. The champions had ended their short month reign after a picture perfect finish by both Bianca Solderini and Trish Newborn. A miscalculation would spell game over for the Party Girls’ own party in the newly formed Bombshell Tag Team division as champions.  It would be the second time since the division was formed that the titles would change hands to the next successor within one month. Now, the titles are back up for grabs when Bei Combattenti meets two new teams looking for gold… their gold.
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Date: Saturday, August 15, 2012
Listening to: Fight to Survive by Stan Bush

Wow, it’s Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson in the same promotion as me once again. I was watching your promos and it was a piece of shit. But what could you expect coming from an oversexed Latina version of a Japanese B-rated video game character who might I add, likes to also dress in similar fashion and sports a sword (Google it: Onechanbara: Bikini Samurai Squad). Cortez, you look like you just walked out of my goddamn piece of shit I call a sister’s porno production. And you’re teaming with a little tattoo’d up whore that can’t get over talking about the past in every single promo I’ve ever seen.

This isn’t a sex club or a vacation for bullshit; this is the motherfucking Sin City Wrestling, where we only have promos related to our wrestling matches because you waste our time with anything else. You two are nothing but a fucking joke to the whole wrestling community. You come here and try taking our championship belts from us with boring ass shit like that? The only thing you did was put me to sleep.

I think it’s time to re-evaluate yourselves before stepping up to our level as it stands, you are the only ones in this goddamn match who don’t fucking belong here. In fact, you don’t even belong in wrestling at all. You come in and get championship matches back to back; did one of you blow Hot Stuff for those?

I mean damn, all I show was nothing but filler and maybe one or two references in each of your promos. Have you forgotten this is even a wrestling match? Or, are you both just stupid?

Sorry Cortez, but we ran out of chocolate pudding a month ago, instead we’re going to have a good old wrestling match where I end up kicking your ass ,and leaving Japan retaining our World Bombshell Tag Team championship belts. Laura, nobody gives a flying fuck about what you were doing in these other company, because as far as I’m concerned just like that ass, everyone has had a piece of it. We’re looking for contenders and we end up with dipshits like you.

Every pay-per-view is supposed to be the point where all the superstars show gives it their all. That’s how pay-per-views are done. And you two didn’t do nothing to prove to me you can step up to the likes of a Katalyn Staggs, or “SCW Bombshell Champion” Odette Ryder and beat them for anything.

Maybe I am just overlooking your true characters here. Or maybe, just maybe pigs really don’t fly.

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End of summer had begun over the fields and through the valley, with a crisp whisper of Mother Nature as if she had a secret not yet foreseen. Her heart beat fast. Adrenaline had pushed the young veteran to perform at her best, as bamboo met with bamboo directly against each other in an art of total war between two warriors in an ancient battle of Kendo. Patricia wasn’t about to allow someone to upstage her, not even if this was only just practice sparring they both soon break before circling each other and circulating the others move. The advanced red-headed student of Master Hiroaki Taguchi didn’t seem to be phase by the black-raven haired Californian wearing nothing but the Dojo’s colors. The camera pans allowing us to see a dojo full of students watching on as they size one another, Patricia’s wooden blade stood out firmly down passed her hip waiting to strike.

The room was draped in dark red washed walls and two sizable pillars which held the place up after many of the earthquakes of Japan on opposite sides of this largely open environment. We see decorations hung on the walls. Everyone remained still wanting to witness the fight between former student and newer one.

“Move as if you were the wind, and allow the bamboo to become part of you.” The Master instructed, wearing a custom black and gold Japanese Keno master attire with printed Dragons on either side watching from behind the rest of the students every few seconds while pacing across floor.

Nothing could keep her from achieving the goal. Not here, not at the SCW pay-per-view. Every muscle in her fragile body tightens knowing the right moment to strike was drawing near.

“Come on you bitch,” muttered out Patricia.

Suddenly, the two met again in the center as they clash their poles in a series, with one being a stronger attack than the other. Both combatants weren’t moving and it would take something a mistake that would spell doom for the other, as they appeared equally match. Sweat would escape down the brow; she knew how to defeat her opponent. All Newborne had to do was wait. They separate from each other once more while their eyes remain like darts to each other; Patricia’s firm breast bounced and simply gave a cocky smirk onto the young student. Her opponent charged out, but Newborne avoids it doing a matrix move sliding underneath within inches of being hit. Upon rising up to a vertical position, she kicks the exposed back leg of her opponent and delivers a thunderous back handed attack with her weapon right to the head of the young one. Her body twists in mid-air landing hard on the campus. Newborne stood over her, placing her weapon on the opponent’s chest.

“Survive that.”

She kneels down feeling the effects of her battle.

“That’s enough!” He spoke out, while approaching the tired veteran. “Patricia, why are you so aggressive since the last time you visited me? Surely my advice last time helped ease your mind of such demons. Your father was a good man, and he raised a beautiful, strong woman. You don’t need to prove anything to anybody now.”

At first she won’t give him an answer hoping to prolong it for someone to interrupt, she glance up at him. It was like lying to her father; Patricia saw weakness and gave into it.

“I know Sensei. But I’m proving more to myself that I could survive the coming battles with the full force that the God’s would be afraid of me. That belt means nothing without a warrior to hold them with strength, speed and wisdom of defeating all comers who challenge for it. These two teams look to attack us, and I just want to be ready for them. I have been showing my weakness through Sin City Wrestling for far too long to allow these teams to take the advantage, and the championships.”

“Then show them what true fear really is. Deep down you know how it must be done, and I have faith that your enemies also know that is something in the air coming for them. Your partner knows this as well, it is something that echoes across many plains because it is you.”

She looks off to a starry night through one of the many windows. Patricia looked confident, almost as if she were going into this like Patricia was facing death itself. Her mind raced about what lack of respect Newborne was getting from the two teams, and even snarled a bit wanting the match to hurry up and come. This would be her crowning moment to fully show the SCW what her character, her identity was really about. No longer would this become a wrestling match. In the 30 year old vast developed mind, this had evolved into a utter war that Newborne’s team was going to win.

“Maybe Julius Oppenheimer was right when creating the atomic bomb. In sense we’ve become his idea, in that we are destroyers of hope toward a better life and salvation from ourselves. We are the destroyers of worlds and so too, our opponents shall meet their atomic bombs that will annihilate them from ever achieving a goal, here in this company. They will look up in complete shock as their world ends because of us, the SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Champions.”

Patricia had to survive because it wasn’t a test she wanted to be ripped from her. This single moment was placed on her and Bianca’s doorstep for a reason. It was placed for them to emerge passed others who shared the honor of holding the championships before them. She trusted her partner, knowing that B would not want the same fate to their reign. She looks down at a lone chair resting under a large painting. And there it was, her half off the titles shining against the illuminating light as it sat above the gym bags.

“I know your birthday was Wednesday, but I wanted to get you something to cherish before I grow too old and forget where I placed it. It was something of your fathers before he left Japan that final time. He would want you to have it.”

She turns, hearing this and looks at something her master was holding in he’s hand. It was his first karate belt he ever achieved in this place of stone and wood. Patricia starts to tear up, feeling water slowly build. She holds it back through, nodding that head before bowing in respect and accepting it.

“Thank you Master. I will cherish it until my dying day.”

“You have more fight in you than you realize Patricia. Out of many that walk through these doors, I’ve always been honored to say I taught wisdom and balance to a strong woman such as you. There absolutely nothing that can stop you from reaching your goals in life. You are a Newborne.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

“Now strike with focus and patience at your foes. Wait for an opening and take it with all your might.”

Those words remained in that soul of hers. Looking forward to meeting all comers in a fight for not just survival but for pride, with everything shadowing over her, this would be the time to show the world that she was ready fight for her life. In a fight that she had mentally prepared for since touching down in Japan for their latest pay-per-view from SCW involving her friend, her partner, and co-champion. Our scene slowly lefts us, as she takes one last glance at the championship while putting on the belt around her waist, ready to strike all who step into their way.

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As for Azz N’ Class, I’m feeling like we were in the early nineties and talking ghetto was the hip language to converse each other with while “chilling” alongside our “homies.” What the fuck you going to do to us, burst a cap in our asses if things don’t go your way? You think this is like all those thug movies from back then, where we have people growing up from the streets acting like they can pick a fight with just about anyone and walk away from it because they’re ghetto. Last I checked, this wasn’t Boyz n The Hood and I don’t give a fuck who you are or where you came from. I’m here to give you a realistic reality check.

Ghetto 4 Life is dead. Learn some proper spelling and educate yourselves if you want to be better than common pieces of trash I throw away a candy bar. You are not special.

There are a thousand different people just like you, and while some picked themselves off that rat box you want to call homes and made something of themselves, you’re stuck in a time warp wondering why REAL classy don’t want to give you any motherfucking jobs. I get it, you’re violent but bitches we are just as dangerous, and have way more layers under our belt than the both of you common.

We are what Sin City Wrestling calls championship material. We got the look, the attitude and the balls to prove that in this ring, we are no joke. It’s funny that you coined something that you yourselves haven’t achieved considered she’s knocked up and all. She’d be easy pickings for you two.

Go on, kick the emo bitch down on her stomach and miscarriage that little bastard inside her. It would be desired to become SCW Match of the Year, when it comes around. Kittie and Bastard Children verse Ass N’ Class for the Don’t-Give-A-Fuck World Tag Team titles. Think of all the attention you’d get. I’m a lover of Tupac and that just might top any of his videos and music. Straight up gangsta.

You are both like those sluts Cortez and Jackson, because if you honestly believe that you have a snowballs day in Hell of ever taking our belts, you got another thing coming. This match to us proves in that locker room we are the real deal in this tag division that lacks competitive people. It’s because of this nature within us, that we will rip your asses a new hole and continue on as champions.

Violent Conduct was the perfect fitting to what will happen when this all goes down in the bright lights of the arena floor. Because when it’s all over that Two Step Special is going to need a Two Step plan on how to keep both me and B from ripping out your hearts, and showing what drugs really do.  I’m deadly, but B is just as deadly when it comes to the titles. You two teams are nothing but a joke. Something not even worth our time to even compete inside the ring for, however, considering the guidelines we have no choice. On Bright side this will become another walk in the park until real competition arrives.

Oh wait, they already have. It’s us, we are no slack offs. You can call yourselves Goddess like both Laura and Cortez have, which I would like some proof. Or, have a ghetto attitude about life and all those around it, so that it would appear you’re tough when you aren’t.

Azz n’ Class is just anything reason to jump on a culture that has long since proven not to be taken seriously in anything anyone does. Anyone can win in this game, but displaying yourselves as shit just to make yourself seem unstoppable doesn’t do anyone justice and serves to be reminder, don’t fuck with us.

Strip away my titles, everything that I’ve ever done or achieved and I’d still kick your ass. Sylvester Stallone once said, “To survive a war, you gotta become war.” Famous quote from Rambo: First Blood Part II.

Consider this everyone’s wake up call. We’re here to survive. You can talk that talk, but we rather like to walk the walk...