CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “Have you got everything, baby?”

Patricia Newborne approaches inches away from the front door in their home carrying her wrestling gear. It sparkles in the warm sunlight covering this San Diego paradise. She stops. Turning around, Patricia Newborne looks at her wife with a slight grin on her face. Besides the women’s wrestling veteran was a burst of Alexander The Great resting on a stone pedestal. Claire walks into the frame wearing a white button shirt and skinny jeans with her blonde hair grown out forcing it into a bun. Only being held up by a couple of black decorative hair sticks. On the walls were paintings Claire finished a few months ago.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “Like, really? Honey, I think I have what I need. It is not as if I am going across the world. It is just Chicago for a few days for the SCW Blast from the Past Tournament. Maybe I will do a few autographs for fans. You know Mark and Christian always hold these special tournaments every year and I have never once decided to join one until now?”

CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “When Alexis dropped out. I just don’t want you to forget anything on your big return back to Sin City Wrestling for such an honorable tournament like this. I know how much it really means for you. I saw it in your eyes the moment Alexis called and asked. You were back to being that same… almost the same woman I fell in love with. Baby, I just want you to be happy with life. If winning this tournament and honoring people you look up to is important. Then, it’s important to me, too.”

Patricia lays her outfit on the side dresser and then holds her lover's hands. They look into each other’s eyes deeply. Almost sharing secret messages to which only they could see. Newborne gently rubs Claire’s hand.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “There’s always room for one more.”

Claire lowers her hand. Looking away for a second before looking back at Patricia standing there.

CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “I can’t. I have this huge appointment with a gallery owner wanting to put stuff on display. I can’t miss this again. Baby, if I could, I would be right there front and center screaming at the top of my lungs watching you take on Mercedes and Max. You know I would be there if I could like I always have been since the start. This one, Tiger, you’re on your own again.”

She explains teary eyed.

CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “Besides, who will be here to take care of the kids. We can’t just keep doing this and dragging them away from school. Go. Win that tournament, and we’ll be waiting for you when you come back.”

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “I do not know about winning this tournament, Claire. I am just doing this to show my support for Gorilla Monsoon and Sherri Martel. I want to honor their names when stepping into the ring in this mixed tag team tournament. There are some stiff names already added on the list that could win just as well as we could win. I have had many matches with Mercedes to understand that anything can happen. She is one of my greatest rivals. Right up there with Amy when I was really cruel and mean to her leaving when I did. It was unprofessional of me. I want Las Vegas fans to see the real me out there and not this nasty person who wanted everything for herself. I am on a mission here, Claire. You know how I am about being on missions.”

Claire kisses the veteran. Patricia could smell the sweet scent of her wife’s shampoo. It curled and twisted through her nostrils spiking Patricia’s senses and always relaxed her from any worrying that might happen. It was the scent of fresh lavender. Patricia then reaches over grabbing her wrestling outfit off the side dresser. Understanding that time was ticking away while she stood.

CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “I love you with all my heart. Now go. Before I have to make a call to the guys and ask to enter this thing and beat you up myself. I can be just as fearless you know. I learned from the best of the best.”

She kisses Patricia this time on the cheek.

CLAIRE SMITH-NEWBORNE: “I heard there isn’t no one better than Trish.”

With that Patricia smiles and waves bye to her beautiful wife before opening up the door outside. Soon, our veteran finds herself walking toward a white parked car in her driveway. She opens the car door looking back at her home. The wind starts to carry the fragments of her brunette hair sending them everywhere. Patricia smiles getting into the vehicle and Larger than Life by Backstreet Boys starts to play through the speakers as she closes the door and drives off into the sunset.



Cameras cut to an empty street in the middle of downtown Chicago. No people roaming to get a bite to eat or driving to the movies to see Logan in theaters. It was nothing until the sound of heels clicks against the solid pavement, and a familiar voice from the past is heard. Out of nowhere, former SCW Bombshell Champion, Patricia Newborne is shown coming out from the side frame.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “Mercedes. How long have we been doing this? Thirteen maybe fifteen years? We have known each other since almost the very beginning of our careers. We have been placed in hundreds of scenarios that saw one of us walking away with the victory. One of us had our hand raised at the end. We have fought over pride and over Undisputed World Championships. I know you, Mercedes. I know you well in this business, there’s only a few left in wrestling.”

Continuing to walk until Patricia comes across an intersection. Every street had history wrapped alongside the pavement and the brick used to make most buildings found here; broken and left to suddenly decay within time. The Californian Sensation looks up for a second then back again glancing at just how tall they all were compared to the smallest of her own body.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “I know you better than anyone because we have had many battles across the world. Across different promotions, Mercedes. I bet somewhere that you are analyzing everything I have ever done trying to find out some kind of weakness to exploit saying. Or, some form of strategy you can create that could gain the upper hand in this little mind game of ours. It is not going work this time. This is a mixed tag team tournament. It is the Blast from the Past. Remembering those who came before us and paved the way for everyone passing through this company. Ever since I known you, Mercedes, I have watched as you grew from a being an amateur into one of the best in this business.”

”You have done a lot in Sin City Wrestling since I have retired. You have held the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship three times, held the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship, managed to push yourself to win the Bombshell Championship - and Mercedes, you were also a Tag Team Champion with Traci Patterson. You managed to do what I could have only dreamed. I mean, gee, Mercy, you are a Grandslam Champion here in Sin City Wrestling. Incredible. I am sure that you have decided to make sure that everyone in this company knows about it. All that does not matter.”

She walks again.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “It does not matter then and sure as heck doesn’t matter now. This is not about boosting your own ego for more success. It is more about honoring those two selected by Christian and Mark. I really do not care about how many championships you earned here. I do not care about the other stats about how many combined consecutive title defenses you have had. If I wanted that I would get information from sports center. You can have to be the best here. I am doing this victory for everyone out there who paid to see wrestling for wrestling. I came here to fight with my partner.”

Cameras zoom in onto Patricia’s angelic face. It only takes moments before Newborne lowers her head down to the ground messing with her hands a slight bit. She looks at what she’s doing.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “And that is what I plan to do at Control Climax. You can bet on that.”

Patricia adds with a wink and a smile. She starts to walk more down toward the end of some beauty shops and makeup stores. Her head lifts up, and Patricia speaks once again.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “Mercedes’ partner just happens to be you, Max Burke, I feel sorry for you because Mercy really likes to plan every detail out like a math problem and she will not shut up about what she has done in the business that makes her so good at these types of matches. You being a third generation superstar might believe that maybe you got a lucky number.”

“I mean, from what I understand, you have been on and off with Sin City Wrestling since twenty-twelve fresh out of training a year before. In fact, I remember seeing you in the locker rooms preparing for your matches getting that incredible high of wanting to show the world what Max Burke was made of and showing them who you were. Believe me, I know that feeling because I’ve been in your shoes as you might find out watching old shows of mine. The last being when I walked out on this company and saying I was done with Sin City Wrestling. Funny how that worked out, huh?”

The veteran of fifteen years looks toward cameras.

PATRICIA NEWBORNE: “See, I understand that you captured the Men’s Bombshell Roulette Championship from Kain in twenty-thirteen. Must have been really great for you to finally get SCW gold. You tried your hand at winning the big one but just never could. At least you could an opportunity to go the distance. That is something, right? I know you might be bitter. I realize that you want another chance at chasing your dream. But you see, Max, this is my opportunity to give back to those that truly deserve to be with us today, however, are not. It is more than being a hunt for me. Max, I am doing this with my partner James Tuscini because of respect. Learn it sometime.”

SCW Control Climax was just days from being a reality for most wrestling fans and the Blast of the Past Tournament soon would come. Our transmission ends with Patricia staring into the camera with eyes of a strong woman. We would soon be transported to darkness and a black screen is shown.

 

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“We gain strength, and courage, and confidence by each experience in which we really stop to look fear in the face... we must do that which we think we cannot.”
- Eleanor Roosevelt -
Bei Combattenti had loss the championship belts, or so everyone had thought until it was revealed that Tattoo Goddess member, Laura Jackson did not pass the pre-match drug test. The titles would then be placed right back into the hands of Bei Combattenti. It was something that seemed almost fate was smiling down on the Italian duo, Patricia and Bianca, of course, would naturally have to clean the championship belts before they contracted some kind of disease – they didn’t know what Tattoo Goddess had or didn’t have. So, it would be the logical thing to do as still the Bombshell Tag Team champions.

Fast forward to today, after a long vacation off from competing in the ring in tag team matches. Patricia and Bianca would find themselves having to face the very team they met no more than a few weeks ago and it is for the Bombshell Tag Team titles nonetheless. But now, it’s a normal tag team match instead of the triple threat match seen at Violent Conduct with the opposing team of Amanda and Laura.

Azz N’ Class were weak, Patricia thought. Knowing that this could team didn’t seem to be on the same level as her and Solderini. Knowing that if that lame asses could pin them, then it was quite clear that they would do it and with record time. Patricia’s eyes opened to find her title belt stared back at her.

“At least we have you two, sweet titles. At least we are safe from the hands of those incompetent fools with ink seeping out into their skin. It’s all over with now, things are back to where they always should be, as you are here and here is in the hands of me,” Patricia spoke to herself proudly.

It didn’t matter to her that Laura had been as stupid as to get all “druggie” on them, forcing the opposite team to forfeit the championships back, as long as everything was fine now. Shifted, her eyes moved revealing much more than this small confined space in front of one’s view. Newborne was back in the apartment she owned, the dust seemed to need to be swept from the ancient structures that appear to be still frozen in time depicting the few characters that once roamed the ancient world. Patricia rose up from her black couch grabbing her title closely, knowing she had been close to losing it for good.

“You are all that I have left in a world which does not exist to me. It is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Very.”

Those words belonged to no one but Claire Smith. She looked just as beautiful, Patricia could bear to utter the simplest of emotions, not now. Her baby was almost taken from her by two women whom wished to do harm against all the hard work the team had accomplished. They survived, not by winning the match; only type of survival this had become was luck and Newborne knew it. The vixen turned, facing her lover who appeared near the door way entrance with eyes of innocence.

“This is my achievement, Claire, of the night me and B stood like giants crushing the dreams of the once Party Girls nuking them off the face of this earth. Even after our championship match at Violent Conduct proved that we were ready to take our rightful place among common trash like our opponents. I’m just glad we managed to overcome odds and get what was stolen from us. Tattoo Girls are not even champion worth cleaning the toilets from the restrooms much less be the Bombshell Tag Champions.”

“Laura should have never taken those drugs.”

“That’s true, but then again they both should never have stepped into Sin City Wrestling believing that everything would just be handed before them, and all they need is a pretty face. We are the new bred of tag team wrestling. And I will not yield to no one, not to them or Azz N’ Class. Pieces of shit.”

Intensity sparked from within the co-owner of the Bombshell Tag titles. Patricia felt strongly about making those who wish to make claim to the titles pay. She inched her way passed Smith, title tight in her grip, knowing that this is just the first challenge of many. Her will was being tested against what SCW had claimed were the best teams in all the company.

“I’m not questioning your abilities, baby. You’ve been through too many battles to be taken lightly in this game. You’ve become a Picasso of professional wrestling. No one can top you…”

“… a Picasso that thrust for competition, to know that, the second my music hits, that I’m already thinking about my opponents fate in my canvas of sweat and broken hope. “

“Speaking of opponents… you saw yours this coming Climax Control?” Claire asked, quizzically.

Patricia looked serious pouring milk and cereal into an empty bowl. She had indeed discovered Bei Combattenti’s next opponents. Her muscles begun to tense up, feeling that these street rats couldn’t get enough punishment last time, she suddenly played it cool with a smile. Laying the championship across the counter, her eyes locked with Smith. Claire has a sit on the bar stool.

“Yeah, I already informed Bianca about them. Azz N’ Class won’t be an issue for us; I mean if Tweedledee and Tweedledum could beat them at the pay-per-view, it can’t be too hard. They were the ones getting pinned out there, not us. They can’t manage to work well as a team.”

She cups the bowl in her hands feeding herself, swallowing the yummy bits of Honey Nut Clusters. Crewing away, watching the sassy blonde every few seconds.

“Chanelle and Torielle couldn’t get the job done at the pay-per-view. Everyone and their broke ass grandmother saw that they will never had a chance. Guess that’s why they wanted a match against you both, because deep down they know that they want redemption over the last time.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself. Unless they can bring Tupac back to life, they don’t have no chance beating me and really don’t have any chance beating Bianca. She’s already in a pissed off state.”

“Maybe we should go visit.”

Claire says, grabbing Patricia’s spoon and placing it in her mouth playfully. Newborne raises her brow.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think I want to bother her. She still hasn’t forgotten the last time...”

“Care to pour me a bowl, babe?”

Patricia’s eyes wonder around shrugging her shoulders before responding back. “We’re all out.”

“You pig!?! I'll just take some of yours.”

Our scene ends as Patricia and Claire both share breakfast, with the co-champion holder stay focusing on the match coming back, not letting it escape from her mind. She knew it only took one win to rule out all the naysayers who question the team’s ability to win, even after what transpired at the pay-per-view. This was a time for action. This was a time for team work between the two Italians to prove strong.

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Date: Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Listening: Disturbia by Rhianna

Wow, why I am not surprised that somehow you would try and sneak the championships away from us like the little wholes you are. You couldn’t manage beating us in a triple threat match where we didn’t even come out as the winners holding our titles, but management must have figured you were the only living breathing tag team in this division that people give a damn – and they handed you one more shot. I guess that beats Tattoo “Goddesses”. But really, that’s not saying much. I know how everyone in the entire company from the janitor to these morons running the hotdog stands outside our events every week laughed when they taught we had a short reign.

We should really thank them for making us that much stronger as a unit in tag team professional here in SCW. And that’s something you couldn’t display even when the stakes were high. You want to try and give me respect too? I’m not some deranged straight-edger looking for respect among my peers. I don’t goddamn care what you think about me or of our team because at the end of the day, I’m walking out of every arena with my money in the bank than you two will ever have combined.

We are the motherfucking deal in this division whether you respect us or not. We’ll be more than happy to send your asses back to having to eat can of beans for breakfast. You couldn’t pull yourself together enough to go after the prize but rest assured it will happen again. You will fail again.

Keep wondering what it must be like to become championships in this company. Keep daydreaming about what you could possible do to get yourself noticed. Because after the show goes off the air, people start to exit out of the arena, the lights they all go out, I can promise this is your last shot.

You’re last shot to provide that last time was a misstep. Me and B are going to crush those little dreams that circle your uneducated minds, it’s what we do. We work as a team to destroy everyone.

Take a look at your partner closely, when my foot cracks one of your skulls it’s a sign to get another day job. You will NEVER get these belts. We will fight you until you're black and blue, I will never allow you to left that arena with our titles. But if you feel like it, try us. I dare you.

 

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...

 "I've come to believe that all my past failure and frustration were actually laying the foundation for the understandings that have created the new level of living I now enjoy." - Tony Robbins

Failure. That would sum up my entire run in Sin City Wrestling. I let these bitches get inside my head and made me not want to be put my full focus in the match, and now I feel I need to show the real what a real bitch truly is and win this match away from the party.  Failure is no longer an option for me; it’s become my drive that I’m going to use to put that final bullet in their head. I am Italian after all.

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Date: Thursday, August 16, 2012
Location: IndoChine Waterfront Restaurant; Singapore

“Is everything okay baby? You seem distracted ever since the cruise ended,” Claire said.

Those words echoed in the frame, which soon fade in to her sweet face looking off-camera. She wore the simplest of dresses that made her appearance seem more like a southern angel amongst the struggling environment that is the Singapore lifestyle of current times. It started to cloud up outside, as birds left suddenly knowing trouble was ahead. Patricia is soon shown; she appeared slightly different like a piece of her humanity also left. She blinked those soft bluish eyes once before looking at Claire.

“I’m fine; I’m just thinking about the match this week and wondering does Party Girls know the level of determination that flows in my veins right at this moment. I had that fucking whore. Me and B have been besties since entering this fucking company, so I trust her with my life. But I can’t say the same for Brandi and Cookie’s life as champions nor competitors in this company, I can’t trust myself enough to want to hold back every fucking submission, every Californian Kiss. This is my decoration of war on SCW.”

Patricia speaks with her eyes fixed on a newspaper laying across the table of the restaurant, where a bunch of the SCW Bombshells are featured in no doubt another trick by the higher ups of the independent company promoting the tour. All that were missing where the two Italian women, and her Gothic step-sister, Newborne knew the coming days would not end well. Smith begin stirring her tea, taking few sips before speaking out. “I blame Karina.”

The Venomous Vixen continued to burn invisible holes through the mini feature. Claire’s shadow is caught going down across the oak finish, as it appears rain suddenly falls. All thought Patricia could think about is that people laughing at her, calling her nothing. It seemed to piss off the Italian more.

“I wonder how many bars that big tit whore has stopped by? That’s all Brandi is, is nothing more than drunk up has-been who would rather soak up in booze than train to better herself. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day we hear that she had been found dead in the hotel room after arriving to an event. Brandi doesn’t give two shits about her body; well I don’t give two shits breaking her in half. Making her witness what the fuck happens when you piss me off to the point of no return. It’s no worse than her fat ass friend Cookie only going with the plan because Brandi said it was a good idea.”

“I bet she found culture here a paradise. Cookie makes me sick, baby. It’s the most mix-matched team in all of Sin City Wrestling. Last time they got lucky.”

“Hell yeah, those two pezzo di merda did get really lucky that my baby got into my mind last time and I couldn’t think straight. But now, her mommy is going out to war against a bunch of puttanas. This is my god damn time to shine; I will not be laughed at again. Cookie might be the strong member in that whole fucking tag team, but once I throw an ice cream sandwich on the mat that big trash basket will go running after it like it’s the world’s biggest donut decided to fall from the sky. What’s Cookie achieved outside this fucking team anyway than be Brandi’s troia? At least I managed to become a contender for championship, have won titles outside this fucking company… grrr… I hate these bitches.”

Claire looks at her lover with a blank stare.

“Speaking of ice cream, do you want any from the bar baby?”

Patricia tilts her head adjusting herself against the chair in a serious manner. She could not fucking believe Claire would ask about ice cream when she got finished talking about Cookie S’Mores. The Italian felt like this were a horror movie, and suddenly her fat ass would come out of the darkest of day for some ice cream, she could almost sense the bitch stomping her way toward their location like that Kool-Aid man. Patricia shook it off.

“No, thank you.”

Our scene ends, as Newborne starts zoning out into her own mind with Rain pouring from the heavens covering their location full of lasting wetness. It would be only a few days until the Italian team would meet their semi-opponents from the tournament, but would it end different...

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They say, when we are at are strongest is in the point of no return. My father once told me stories about men he had encountered during business that were so far gone, they murdered a half of dozen men out of the silent victim of rage before suddenly pulling the trigger on themselves knowing that what had happened would not be an easy return. You don’t mess with an Italian. You don’t mess with a Newborne.

 

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Date: Monday, July 9, 2012
Location: BiCE Ristorante; San Diego, California

San Diego had been Patricia Newborne’s safe heaven since she was a little girl growing up just miles from her currently residents, she knew every inch of this paradise among the ocean coast – from Belmont Park to the many restaurants located throughout the city. Night went into day, as Sin City Wrestling flagship program hit the Californian airwaves and the world bear witness to just how vengeful the San Diego native would become when she attacked Kittie from behind after a hard fought victory over Karina. Our scene emerges from the darkness and into an established Italian restaurant. The invisible camera travels around table leg corners bypassing several waitresses and bystanders on the way to our destination. It finally rises up slowly gliding to eye level and we see a dark red area with black molding and beautiful Italian paintings.

We see this space showed with many traces of the eastern culture like the oak tables being decorated in a classy Italian red and white checkered tablecloth, wine glasses and ceramic dinner plates and bowls. In the very back of this crowded area, our invisible camera zooms in and notices two women couple, it transitions giving another angle and we see its Patricia Newborne and one of her friends enjoying a meal together. She smiles, lifting the wine glass as those lips slowly part. The camera only focuses in on Newborne’s face, with just barely seeing the other woman apart from the short brown hair.

♦ ~ ? ~ ♦
"Cannot believe you went as far as demolish that poor girl, love. That was brutal. What actually got your knickers in a twist lately, because this isn’t like you to be that physical with someone?"

Newborne takes a sip before answering. Her eyes appeared dazed, still feeling the effect of losing the Battle Royal no more than three weeks early. It was still fresh in the young vixen’s crafty mind. However, Patricia appeared chipper than she had ever been after the assault on the Bombshell Roulette Champion Kittie after her victory.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"Wasn’t it oblivious? Diamond, I could have had that match back at Into the Void won. I was the best pure breed athlete in that match. I had to go out there and make a statement to those morons in that fucking nose bleed section to the people shitting in the restrooms."

Diamond was her name. Ironically, the name that only Patricia knew her best friend by. They had both been involved in some crazy antics together as fashion models touring the world in exotic locations and bonded ever since. It was Diamond who suggested Patricia tries out as a professional wrestler while visiting the Caribbean. We finally see Diamond with those big brown eyes narrowing at her friend’s response swallowing the last bit of lattice from her salad.

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"You realize that you are clinically bonkers, right? You have really lost your mind, Patricia."

The British girl said with a straight expression before they burst out laughing at the same time. Newborne lung cave claims down before she adjusts herself in a comfortable manner on the hard wooden sit. They’re eyes meet.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"I forgot how incredibly bad these chairs are here. It’s been five months since I last visited the BiCE Ristorante, and already they remodel the place. I received a message through email regarding my match against Vixen this week. She’s going to come after me so there’s chance another title shot at the Women’s Championship – I know this. It’s not like I’m stupid, I’m going to use that bitch as another paycheck after I send her back packing to Canada. Vixen couldn’t get the job done when she faced Misty at Into the Void, with the Women’s title on the line. No, Military Girl has to allow Brooklyn Carter the chance to get the Women’s Championship after the interference when she could have won it before."

She looks around. Patricia smirks before taking a piece of chicken from her plate. Still, within this madness she holds her upbringing. Crewing her food before swirling the wine inside the glass and takes another sip.

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"I read from her biography on SCWrestling.com that she is nothing more than a street rat."

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"Yeah, I read that too but this little bitch will hold as just a small example for what Katalya has in store if we ever meet again in a real wrestling match for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship. Vixen had a rough life? Everyone has a rough moment once in their lives but decided things need to change like it somehow saves them from a destructive path. I am that destructive path that Vixen must finally face, and despite my bad luck as of late, I’m still very dangerous."

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"You and Bianca, is that right?"

Newborne stares at Diamond wondering what she meant by that remark; having a quizzical look lifting up her brow.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"What about me and Bianca?"

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"Well, it seems you two have become quite chummy since I last caught your Climax Control event this past week. You two appeared to be instant friends despite having a few weeks apart. When am I going to meet this infamous new mate, B?"

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"You’re jealous, aren’t you? Bianca and I have nothing but one common goal in this whole fucking company since we arrived because the rest of these Bombshells. We’re bred athletes that separate us from the others. We’re only friends by association of a mutual interest, and that’s success. I’ll introduce you both after we have ourselves a basketball game. You still owe me after our last one we had back in 2010. Don’t worry bitch, I’ll go easy on you. "

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"You always knew how to treat an old friend."

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"Of course."

Patricia Newborne smiles after the response. Both wine glasses of Diamond and Patricia meet, as the two ladies continue to share a beautiful evening with their meal in front of them. A male waitress no more than five feet, four passes them heading off our visual view likely to bring someone else their order. The invisible camera begins to pan back slowly allowing us a full shot of this place of business. And just like a favorite screen from a television or movie program, more people make their march into the restaurant, as we black into pure darkness.
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Date: Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Location: 6 Lighted Laykold Courts; San Diego, California

The palm trees welcome us once more back to California. Home state for movie stars and other famous celebrities within the world of entertainment, people are shown crossing the local street leading down to the Thurgood Marshall Middle. It’s late in the afternoon, as the sun rests behind a pillar of white clouds. The community around the location seems much laid back and the area free from any trash. Our invisible camera descends through them taking us on for a ride from the sky down to the grassy terrain below with few birds cycling atop the sky looking for a place to go to after flying. We come to a large white building with Spanish brown roofing that houses the areas indoor private sports clubs.

The cameras soon transport our view inside, where we see white covered walls, a large wooden trophy case near the entrance, and welcoming center for granting their members who enter through their doors. We turn passed them, upon seeing separate rooms down a narrow hallway. One appears to be the training full of people working out. Way toward the middle of the hall is a series of plastic wall and a door leading into the basketball court.

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"Show me what you got, valley girl."

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"I am totally going to beat your ass."

Diamond smirks, as Patricia crossover dribbles the ball keeping a close eye on her friend’s movement until breathing in one last time as they faced off. Newborne fakes a left driving start toward the basket jumping into the air, and like slow motion, the ball leaves her hand twisting and turning toward the target, Diamond watches and tries to stop it but to no luck. Just like that, the ball shoots right into the basket as a confident Patricia lands on her feet. Both women appear out of breath.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"That’s my ten to your seven score, and we agreed that the loser would have to buy dinner. You thought you could school me after those years of practice I warned you about, I think moving to Florida has gotten to your head."

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"I rather like there, thank you for asking."

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
“Whatever. ”

They walk over to the nearest bleacher. Newborne grabs a water bottle and pours it over her body to cool things off. She closes her eyes, if but just a second to take in the factor of H2O draining down her body. Opening them, Patricia looks at Diamond while hearing those primal screams still from Kittie’s painful encounter. She takes a drink.

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"How prepared are you to face Vixen?"

The British friend asked, causing Patricia to raise her eye brow.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"Does one need to be prepared in a game of modern gladiator?"

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"Answer the bloody question. You know that Kittie will likely want to strike back. Have you seen Twitter lately?"

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"I don’t care. I welcome the fight after I beat Vixen’s ass in our match on Climax Control. Hell, Katalya can bring her entire family down to the ring to get a piece of greatness, even Uncle Steve with the glass eye. I’m not afraid of her and I’m going to show it by beating Military Girl within an inch of her life. Vixen can try all the counter tactics she wants, but the end result will be that stupid zebra holding my hand up as the victor after I finish her ass and send Vixen deeper down the bottom of the Bombshell rankings and face newcomers like my freak of a step-sister Alexis."

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"How is Alexis?"

A serious WTF expression comes shooting out of Newborne. Why would she even give a shit about her bratty step-sister just because Mark Ward and Christian Underwood needing another piece of ass floating around back? Patricia thought, putting down the bottle. Those two have never seen eye-to-eye since Alexis married her ex Eric from under her nose.

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"I told you a million times how much I hated the little bitch. Like I care what how that slut is doing. She just needs to fucking stay out of my damn way. Period. Because it’s already bad enough I have relapses of nights thinking what the fuck she was doing with all my dolls growing up. Alexis creeps me out. Besides you have her number already."

Patricia rolls her eyes before turning her back toward the entrance.

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"Sorry love, I did not mean to get you worked up."

☆ ~ trish newborn ~ ☆
"Let’s go grab something to eat and we can head up to see B. I’m sure that she’s going to just love the company. She always doesn’t mind when I pop up with gifts."

♦ ~ diamond ~ ♦
"Okay."

The scene fades, as Patricia and Diamond walk off exiting the building with another pair of players dunking and playing on the court right beside them. It is only a few short days away from the big match between two masters of the game colliding and showoff both their skills against each other in Malibu, California. Patricia looks as confident and deadly as ever.

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Date: Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Listening to: Life Ain't Easy by RawSun

So, does it seem cynical that I find a lot of pleasure locking in No Regret on a helpless prey wanting nothing more than to leave the ring, head back to the hotel, and take a nice long bath after Climax Control last week? Like I really give a shit what you dumbass morons think about me, or your opinions on my actions. I’ve been in this line of work before most of these Bombshells graduated College and got fucked at a frat party.  In my decade in wrestling, I’ve learned something that a lot of people might find distasteful because of mere morality conflicts within their own self-being. And that’s if you want something done in life you’re going to have to go out there and make a statement so loud it echoes throughout the known universe, that the higher powers have to give you what you domain.

What happened last week it may seem unfair, but so is life. When I gripped that hold on Katalya it felt like a thousand different surges going through my body at once as we soon became one person intertwine. I could sense every single heartbeat just as if it were my own. I could tell she wanted so bad to break, to snap like a branch would a tree.

But I just didn’t want to allow her that satisfaction which comes from going on the injury list, where she could hide away from my wraith and vacant the championship. No, that’s not how it works in my kingdom.

I need to win the championship fairly in order to show the Sin City Wrestling locker room that I am a real threat. Words on Twitter, Odette’s mindless involvement trying to defend her friend, they are all just pieces found across a chess board. I know that once one piece falls the others are a matter time before being overtaken. We, as entertainers, we are required to bring you action each and every week while raping your asses of all the cash in the world. An equal trade, however, I don’t really give a damn about the money as much as I do the prizes that each company has to offer.

Given my past history just shows I know how to get championships and hold onto them despite what others would like to throw at me. They can talk about coming into new scenery like another promotion and it’s basically like being a newbie until you show the world you’re worth a damn to be placed in bigger, but really… I see no other difference from one place to another other than new bitches to climb over onto that mountain of gold.

I've done that all my adulthood. Not a big differences, girls.

What are my thoughts about my opponent this week, Vixen? I read the information about who you are, and that sad Lifetime-made movie on how your parents never wanted a child, so they abandon you.

If you believe that this sad story is going to make me turn over and drop to the ground for you to pick up an easy win, and that other shot at the championship, you’re dead wrong. Vixen, the honest truth here sweetie is that your parents should have did you the favor and ending you before your life truly begun. Ask yourself. Have you done anything recent that would make them happy to have made the decision to give you up? They didn’t want you. They just wanted to fuck around and be stupid, but then you popped up and shit scared them. You could have beaten Misty for your foster family, for your real parents however you failed to even manage a simple three count. How goddamn weak are you?

Vixen, I have run across your kind throughout wrestling before, you little bitch. There’s nothing special about you. And it’s always the same damn thing, that you’d think there was some mass meeting among the world to discuss who’s bastard baby is next to be ripped into a life they didn’t want.

It’s clear to me you lack certain areas like a drive that only takes you so far then you fuck up when it gets tough. Your Fall from Grace was the moment you read the email from our management about facing me. Unlike you, I can actually have the ability to figure how in the hell I could possibly get what I want even if it makes me into the bad one. In life, there’s always people wanting to play the villain role and I love to play villain because I am so damn good at it. Nice girls will never overcome the sheer passion that’s required to make it as a fully successful person.

And in Sin City Wrestling, there is no bigger villain than a person who has been pushed into a corner too many times.

Sorry to break it to you Vixen, but you have no chance.

This week I’m planning to send a clear message to that bitch holding the Bombshell Roulette Championship by using your body as a work of art. You can be that light in the morn sky for all to see. I’m going to use that pretty face as a stamp of pure showmanship of how real dominance can be. I will get you to tap... tap... tap...

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words: 2,733
trish outfits used: Scene One, Scene Two
this week's match: Vs. Vixen; Bombshell Singles Match
credit information: All images & coding designed in the Best of the Best layout were made by me for the use of Patricia Newborne. Lyrics found here were "King of the World" by Porcelain Black. Hope you enjoy this role-play. Good luck to all involved.

 "In the long history of humankind (and animal kind, too) those who learned to collaborate and improvise most effectively have prevailed"
☆ CHARLES  DARWIN ☆



☆ INTRO NARRATION ☆>[ In the beginning, there existed knowledge within a piece of DNA which separated us from other forms of life inside our own world. Known as HAR 1 (highly accelerated region 1), it allowed the human mind to vastly be more intelligent than other primates simply because it could solve, it could think in order to become a successful hunter to survive. Pieces of the DNA segment still hasn't been fully unlocked and understood leading many questioning if it could uncover secrets which tell our destiny... ]

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DATE: Friday, June 15, 2012
LISTENING TO: Pompeii By E.S. Posthumus

Katalya, I would love to share other fine moments we have in common like being in World Women's Wrestling League a year apart from each other. But that isn't me, not anymore. You can say all the fucking shit you ever want about how you got screwed over championships everyday until a pig flies out of your tight, little ass – I just don't give a shit. You were a champion for two months at best here in the Sin City Wrestling. Let's not throw out that you were the first to hold that same belt. But bitch, as much as you whine and complain about your little dilemma, it takes you so long to get the job done.

What, did your claws suddenly become filed down while you had yourself a little catnap from being the
longest reigning champion in Sin City Wrestling? First, I would have never been so focused on just one opponent that I just happen to not notice what was occurring. A champion has to be watching her back, as well as her opponents if it means keeping a championship safe.

You were champion long enough for Raynin to swoop back in right in front of your nose, and take the only championship that should matter. You wanted to cause pain to Misty so bad that it clouded your judgment. This is the real difference between us, Katalya. I know how to win and hold on to belts.

And awe, you look for people to take you seriously? Maybe Katalya, you should know what the fuck you're doing in most of these matches you're having. Because who knows, Kittie might just have been a two-time champion otherwise instead of a little p*ssy that can't even come back to reality. You're facing me now, and despite what happened at Climax Control, I am still a very dangerous person to go up against inside my kingdom that is my ring, not just because my knowledge of how the body can be broken down into sections and ripped apart one by one. Oh no, Katalya its so much more than that.

I get off on watching as opponents beg that this ends. Trust me I've ended careers in this business where there is no coming back from simply because I operate with such precise targeting when I start becoming more and more focused on what I need to get done. I have a different level of experience when it comes to out calculating anything my opponent throws at me because I have no soul.

Yeah, I clearly don't give a shit about my opponents I wrestle or those fat bastards sitting each week eating hotdogs and cheering everyone on. It does nothing for me. It hasn't for a very long time.

I'm not going to insult myself by referring to you under that ring name of yours. It's become remotely clear to me that you're afraid of getting that pretty little figure wet, and thus you loss interest to someone like myself who want nothing more than real competition.

And it was funny how you mentioned 3WL like that in your recent promo. See, I should come down to the arena wearing my championship and why is it important, you ask? Well, you did hold once before the championship got its name changed, and I gave it a new lease on life as a main event type title. I should wear it and gloat how I did something you couldn't do during your time there.

However, that's another company for another time, and I'm here in Sin City Wrestling to claim something I've been wanting since I signed the dotted line. That's another championship reign.

You come into this event thinking I'll be p*ssy whipped by all your gestures and hateful words all you want. But the fact of the matter is Katalya, over the years of gaining experience has lead me to craft my skills as well as my mind to combat anything people dish out. I'll assure you that I don't fall to those piss poor attempts at mind games with me were unsuccessful into making me rethink myself in this match and where my goals are. I'm not like the others working here. My words, however, have the ability to become like a kind of venom that will plunge into bodies and flat line them.

Nice try though. It was entertaining to say the least. And it even made me excited to see what kind of things comes with the next installment that suggest you'll be burying me like others before you have tried when I become focused. I could care less about what this award could be.

Because as long as it doesn't I manage to shot someone's chances at getting paid for the night and going home to explain to their families how much Little Sarah or Chris is going to be without food.

But I really should be thanking you, Katalya. You are so blind into believing this is award has anything to do with a title opportunity to get back the Bombshell title. Fact is, no one fucking knows what is inside that case and it only says that this has the power to skyrocket any Bombshell who wins. I should thank you because in a mere few days I will show that this “over inflated ego” has proved I can be very dominant, that its almost scary how much control I have over another human being.

I'm not some gimmicky little thing that woke up and decided to be a wrestler. I am the best at what I do and despite what anyone here, or what Joe The Janitor says, I have credentials to back it up.

Go rant to someone who gives a damn.

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"Prepared to Win A War"
Date: Friday, June 15, 2012
Location: Las Vegas Athletic Club; Las Vegas, Nevada

Into the Void was only a few days a way. Patricia had a shot at chance to showcase her first match as a singles competitor here Sin City Wrestling. It had become an all or nothing situation, and she wanted to show those idiots why people have feared the Californian girl. Our scene opens as music and loud fans can be heard from inside the local gym. The walls painted a soft white, and equipment were seen scattered all around with a blue practice ring in the center. We see body standing outside of it doing a few jabs and punches into gloves dressed in suitable gear, but something catches the invisible camera's attention, as it transitions to a feet hitting a a trainer's punching mitts in roundhouse fashion.

It soon that we discover the beautiful raven-haired Patricia Newborne is training hard before her next match this coming Sunday night. Sweat pours down her body as she goes back to normal stance and delivers yet again another roundhouse kick, then a couple of hard jabs bouncing her body around.

"That's it Patricia. Keep things at a steady pace. Don't over do yourself," the trainer strongly suggests to our SCW Bombshell.

Patricia pauses looking at her before jabbing hard, adding a bit of cockiness with a side nod and smirk continuing to jab the punching mitt.

"You have no idea how bad I want this chance to showcase my in-ring ability, and watch as others become afraid to face me in SCW. Before this business, I lived in California just under a model contract to exotic locations and soon after I popped up on the scene, they all doubted I would even make it passed the intense training it took in their personal training camps."

With every blow hitting harder than the last. Her breath shortens, as those lungs start to take in the surrounding air heavily. She doesn't seem to be bothered at all, but does take a moment to wrap off some sweat from her brow as the tan complexion trainer prepares for more. Newborne gets back in that stance again, this time hitting the glove with a pivot jab.

"Years after this certain turn of events, I remain here still working as a professional wrestler and have crafted my skill to suit whatever I need to pick up the victory. It's what these bitches don't understand about this business. It doesn't matter how many fans you get sucking all that energy from you, because the moment that bell rings, they are in way going to help you pick up that week's payday. I've friends and enemies all fall but remain in this business because I am the best of the best."

At that moment, Patricia launches herself in the air only to strike the mitt glove with a trademark mover she calls the Air Trish, that once her right feet hits the glove sends the trainer on her ass. Newborne lands on her knees before walking over to the fallen trainer. "I think I'm done now."

"Yes Ma'am."

Patricia Newborne helps her up to her feet. Our Invisible camera zooms, as the Californian walks across to the apron side of this blue ring to pick up a bottle of chill water.  Patricia just smirks everything, then before long her ring tone starts to go off with her finding a spot to sit down.

"Hey baby, did you managed to get everything of yours unpacked?"

"Of course." We can hear Claire's voice coming in low on the other end of Newborne's cell due to speaker. Patricia watches from a distance like a hawk as the trainer grabs a ice pack and holds it to her lower back.

"So, many this time? We really need to work on your intensity issues."

"Just one. And hey, you didn't complain last night when we start having our alone time. I thought I heard you scream a few times before speaking things in french. I'm not sure, but most of those words aren't exactly something your parents would want their daughter to say back home."

Patricia smirks.

"Well, that's different. We aren't exactly hurting each other every other night."

"I'll see you when I get home, baby. I got things to get done here before I start heading back. I need to tone everything just right so I can be in perfect ring form for that opening match this coming Sunday night. It's going to be my first really singles debut in Sin City Wrestling after what happened."

"Honey, don't go back to beating yourself over that. Bianca will understand once you two finally talk it over after the super card. It's bound to come up."

"Yeah, I guess."

She pauses rethinking that moment with seeing Caprice's headstone. It is here, the invisible camera captures something rare from Patricia. A single tear drops down her angelic face, and onto the cold floor of this gym environment. She snaps out of it, cleaning off the remains of the tear. Newborne tries to remain strong and confident about the coming days at the next SCW event.

"Patricia?"

"I'm here."

"Whatever happens, I'm glad I'll be witnessing your first singles match. You've been in a few matches before where it's been against other tag teams. Caprice would be proud of her mommy just like I am. Patricia Leslie Newborne, I love you."

This moment brings the Bombshell a slight smirk across her face, "I thought we weren't going to do this whole I love you stuff until we were really sure."

"I'm sure, besides who else would I get to pay for this awesome apartment?"

Patricia giggles.

"I heard Hugh Hefner comes there every Tuesday."

"I'll see you when you get here. Bye."

"Bye, baby."

Patricia puts her cell phone back inside her pocket. That mind of hers start thinking about this upcoming Free-for-All match opening SCW Into The Void. She starts already figuring out how to strike each of her opponents and how it could lead her to become the winner. Her blue eyes glaze at the ticking clock hanging over the wall next to the exit, as another song pops on the airwaves and the scene starts to fade into darkness, with a last look at a confident Patricia Newborne.

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Brooklyn Carter. You know for someone that talks a lot about skill you really don't do you fucking research about the opponents you're facing in matches well. I was apart of 3WL long before Katalya, and won a few first championships, help in the early involvement of their failed Cruiserweight division when I gave them my World championship belt to be renamed, and I am still there as a champion. You see, you really need to do your fucking work when you decide to throw names.

Because I have skill beyond that snob remark you so cleverly made toward me. You tried to disregard me like I wasn't any threat at all, and that I happen to be simple trash that can be thrown away. You are going to wish that you had focused a little more about than anyone else in the match.

That might sound clever at first, but its a real dumb move and just shows your ignorance. I am but only but one of the people you really should have really focused on instead of running your mouth about your damn brother, or those random selections you made yourself in that show environment. I know B will be bringing on her A-Game come the pay-per-view, but you seem nothing more than a prissy,  prima donna looking jackass that I already hate before we even meet in the ring at Into The Void.

You can make claims and threats all you want, but like Katalya, I cannot wait until I rip every single hope and dream that you had going into this match. Assuming you even survive the first thirty seconds. I'm not mean, I'm straight forward with my actions and if I'm focused enough, bitch not even the Gods could me from kicking anyone's ass, in any match, and at any given time. I'm 100% Italian, after all.

Rest assured that I don't underestimate opponents that I face in my kingdom in this ring. But I am far from being dubbed Princess, and at the end of the day, you will know my name and feel my moves.

You can make claims and threats all you want, but like Katalya, I cannot wait until I rip every single hope and dream that you had going into this match. Assuming you even survive the first thirty seconds. I'm not mean, I'm straight forward with my actions and if I'm focused enough, bitch not even the Gods could me from kicking anyone's ass, in any match, and at any given time. I'm 100% Italian, after all.

And now Bianca, I love the times we've spent together because someone finally gets where I'm coming from on a professional level in wrestling. You gotta trust me when I say I'm sorry, but things were going bad for me and you need to pick up your damn phone. Kitten, I've been trying to example what went on inside my mind because I wasn't all there during our match and I know you feel betrayed.

It's how I would felt. I told Claire just a few nights ago that I would have your back, I meant it. As long as we put this other bitches in their place. Afterward if you still want to face me, I just wanted you to know straight up that I won't hold back and trust neither will you, B.

Then you got a chick named Karina that likes to play around with dolls, and you have a girl named Gothika who are just like all those emo and wear all black. Okay Karina I'll start with you since compared to Gothika, I deal with a sense of normal life for once after dealing with my step-sister half my teenage life. Like I said before, you like to play with dolls and in this promo you thought it'd be cute if you somehow named them after everyone in this match. One, I'm not a fucking Barbie Doll nor have stated myself as such because that would give plastic a bad name. Two, if you want to be all stalk-ish and suddenly start pasting our heads on them, you creepy. Maybe they should lock you before Sunday.

And SCW's own Gothic Superstar. Barbie Doll I think is what you used. Thing with me is, I haven't gotten where I am today due to my looks, or banged just so I can be a champion in this business. When you look at me with all those notions, all those accuses of yours would see a hard, violent woman that would like nothing than to dominate the-then male sport because I can. I've held titles and kicked ass wherever I've been, and SCW was next on the list. I'll make you bleed if you mess with me, bitch.

The Freakettes and The Mean Girls are two teams featured in this match. The Mean Girls really should change that name after the embarrassing match up they had when they faced me and B to The P*ssy Girls. It's going to be fun to rid them of more pride this Sunday, because they don't even belong in the same ring with real competition like myself. And as for  The Freakettes mix match team from Hell. Rose should have stopped those quit using steroids along time ago because I'm going to show the entire world that the only muscle worth using is the mind. And like everything on her, that mind has become nothing put a small pea.

I don't give a shit what any of you have to say about me - I heard it all. But after the match, I know I will prove to the rest of the world why I am considered the Best of the Best by beating everyone involved in this free-for-all. I'll see everyone at their graves where I won't just bury them, I'll set the world ablaze as they watch the best female wrestler win yet again in singles competition.

- Trish Newborn

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We open to little girls shown playing jump rope near a clearing within the distance of that famous Las Vegas sign on a sunny day, as suddenly a dark shadow is cast on the surrounding area of this once child-friendly environment. One of the girl's skipping that rope looks up, noticing that this origin of sudden darkness is coming from pulsing black cumulonimbus clouds pushing pass all in its wake. It causes a sense of worry upon the young child's mind, and a voice-over comes through.

"... there will arrive a storm which changes the face of all Las Vegas, Nevada forever. Where heroes and villains collide on a grand stage to settle differences, and meet new enemies..."

The little girls run away scary, with a strong gust of wind coming from the north. It picks up everything nearby, throwing debris across the screen from a lawn chair to pieces of someone's brown roof. The dark clouds keep getting closer with each passing moment going by.

"... people believe the existence of 7 Deadly Sins among humanity. I have met those calling themselves Sinful, and they are many. Las Vegas holds a battleground where they shall face each other to determine the fate of change..."

A video package begins playing displaying everyone involved in the big SCW Bombshell Free-For-All match that was advised since it's announcement by Sin City Wrestling management. Their pictures  appear all in random order, which spring to life on screen opening short clips of each Bombshell. This beat of drums by Preston Nash starts playing in the background, causing the feed to pulse itself.

"... many fates will be decided on this day, into the void of which they lies no escape or surrender. It becomes destined to remembered as the voice echoing into the dark abyss..."

The bass and lead guitar soon is followed as the video starts showing action shots of all the involved Bombshell's in the upcoming super card for Sin City Wrestling, as vocals from Edsel Dope hits the airwaves of your mind and captures you. At the end, details appear across in white lettering.

"... Sin City Wrestling and Generation-X Entertainment present Into The Void from the outdoor Earl Wilson Stadium among the night stars. Live Sunday June 17, 2012 on channel 501..."

We re-emerge to this location just as a lighting bolt flies down from the heavens, and it clashes with the famous Vegas sign causing damage. Some top letters are dangling back and forth. The camera pans back to see the petite figure of one Patricia Newborne looking on to this destruction before turning her head toward the camera and smirking with a whatever appearance coming to her face.

"And they say tradition is respected. Well, I say tradition is very overrated."

She is last seen almost giggling menacing leaving to the right of the scene. Sparks instantly fly everywhere on this once beloved sign until one letter on the Welcome portion falls to the ground. Our cameras slowly start the process of fading out and ending.
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CLOTHING WORN: Scene One, Scene Two
CREDIT INFORMATION: All images were designed located in the Tranquillità Beta layout were made by me for the use of Patricia Newborne. Hope you enjoy this role-play, and good luck to all those involved.

 Intro NarrationAncient civilizations have long since past once believed in the existence of super-human beings that controlled their lives for centuries. They were deem powers, given identities, and were praised in temples etched in stone where people came from miles to bring them offerings; food, blood, or sometimes sacrifice a body. Is it important that we need to feel like we aren’t alone floating around in space? That someone out there is watching out for us and judging our actions based on how we lived our lives? Maybe it's us who don't want to bare the consequences that goes a long with being alone.

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Detroit, Michigan - The Motor City as it’s commonly known was founded in 1701 by French explorer, Antoine de la Mothe Cadillac on July 24th. Being the largest city in Michigan, it has a population beyond 900,000 residents living in the many neighborhoods and around Detroit River that it’s named after. The buildings could even match that of New York City, with Gothic style architecture, and skyscrapers that could reach the heavens as if to say hello from Detroit. This year it’s the home to the traditional nCw yearly pay-per-view, where changes happen in a blink of an eye since its formation, Metamorphosis.
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“Immortality”
Location: Detroit Historical Museum; Detroit, Michigan
Date: Saturday, February 5, 2011

The scene opens to Detroit’s Joe Louis Arena where the 2011 nCw Metamorphosis pay-per-view will be in full swing. Overhead in bright lights the arena flashes the upcoming card of all the wrestlers we will be present for the second pay-per-view in the New Year. It slowly flashes Trish Newborn verses Crystal Hilton for the Women’s World championship for everyone driving by to stop and notice. It then moves on to the next match up, but this isn’t about them. It’s been three months since Patricia captured the championship from Emma Danielson at Breaking Away before defending her belt against the “Technical Princess” Stephanie Sullivan at the first New Championship Wrestling pay-per-view in 2011.

The outcome of the match signified that she would not become another champion to hold a title and lose it in their first defense. No, Patricia had the heart that never stopped. A feat that has become almost like a personal trademark of Newborne’s since her reign had begun. The scene fades before reopening to find a series of Greek artifacts that are arranged inside three large, but secure glass cases in a roll within feet of each other. The camera pans out to get a better view of the surroundings, and sees a large area with grayish walls and paintings hung over the artifacts almost forgotten in time until someone came along to discover their beauty and mystique.

“Kind of fitting, don’t you think?”

Suddenly, Patricia is seen walking toward the location in the latest fashion. She knew that attacking Crystal about her background wasn't going to work because others had tried and failed. Patricia needed something that would stun her ego and leave it's mark.

“You like to call yourself the Goddess of Rose but that really means nothing to me, because that would apply that you would be something you aren't, and that’s a God. Prove me wrong. Show me actual art somewhere that justifies that statement and make me believe otherwise. Hell, it could be anything as long as it proves you are a legit Goddess and not someone using her middle name to boost her own ego and make herself feel special. I don’t care if you were Zeus himself, who made lightning shot out of his ass every time he farted, I still wouldn’t give a damn. Isn't that right, Christina?”

Patricia curls her lips into a satisfying smirk.

“So Crystal I’m just begging to know where you’ve been hiding all these years. Because records show you don’t exist outside of professional wrestling as The Goddess of Rose. Millions of archaeologist are dying to know as well. I mean did you fall into water and became trapped inside ice for thousands of years waiting for someone to come along with hairspray and a lighter? Freed from your icy prison and you achieve pulling off a hair style that would totally like impressive the bride of Frankenstein.”

“I withstood the rage and anger of Emma Danielson. You might remember her as being the so-called Hardcore Icon of nCw despite not being involved in many matches that proved claims. I crushed her short-lived dream of being a champion and made her what you see today. Emma is a confused and misguided person with no sense of direction because of me. And then there’s “The Technical Princess” Stephanie Sullivan, a competitor that met her end after our encounter and lost more than the match, but Sullivan got knocked down a peg from royalty by losing that record she worked hard on.”

She walks around Pompeii pottery that is also being display. Patricia looks at them carefully, knowing that they too believed in these mythological beings called Gods. She blinks once before looking up into the camera with menacing eyes.

“Pompeii had their temples for worshiping Gods and still fell victim to the destruction that cost them their lives. Sure, you could say the city was full of sin. But I say there are no such things as Gods.”

Patricia stared before parting her lips.

“And you try the insult me by saying I am a paper champion? Interesting, because last time I faced someone that was quote on quote “deserving,” and I still stand before the Women’s World champion. For you to go around thinking I lose my matches. Um, were you even here when I faced Ayla St. James and put her out of commission the first week after the big match at Time to Riot? Doesn't get any bigger outside Ayla St. Jame, with Sydney's mind thinking all Katy Perry. Ayla is an original after all.”

Patricia steps into the illuminating grow coming off the lights. Her body had a rich health tan that give her a slightly darker appearance, and has on a fashionable tee. She smiles.

“Show me a real Goddess and I'll show you a pig that can fly the skies with the best of them. Amazing that your adopted mother will be there to watch me beat your ass. I'm beginning to feel like you are Stephanie with all the family bonding. Answer my question about that record of your Goddess status.”

Scene ends with Patricia blowing a kiss into the camera. Another camera on the side of Patricia focuses on a picture of Apollo as it fades into nothingness.