Post by Nicole Starr on Feb 21, 2015 19:06:40 GMT -5
“Pushing...Pushing…”
Starring; Nicole Starr
Location; Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey
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Starring; Nicole Starr
Location; Boardwalk Hall in Atlantic City, New Jersey
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You stand there, outside sitting on the steps to get to Boardwalk Hall. With your phone in hand, you roll your eyes looking out to the street awaiting an answer…
NICOLE STARR: “Come on..pick up Ash..”
Sigh. You didn’t even want to be calling her in the first place. The tension between you two was far from simple, but it was time to end this entire “family feud” once and for all. Both of you said things and crossed lines you shouldn’t have, but in the end? Ashley was like it or not, your sister.
Just as you expected, no answer. Rolling your eyes, your face that looked calm and simple, changed to angry. You were being the bigger person and reaching out, for days, but not once has she reached out to you. Clearly the bigger person was you…
NICOLE STARR: “Ash...this is the SIXTH time I’ve called you. I know you’re getting my calls, so grow up and answer them. We need to talk.”
As you hung up, you stood up and sighed. As you turned your back to walk into the hall, you shook your head. So much was happening these past few months, you just wanted your life back on track. And as you were on the way to track, there was several decisions and things you needed to fix to get back to “normal.” As you walked inside the hall, you couldn’t help but think about your match tomorrow night, and the deep words your opponent had to say to and about you. Natasha wasn’t a woman that you took seriously, but you couldn’t even respect her.
Even though you were here tonight in New Jersey to support MLC and support your friend Shark, you couldn’t shake the thought of fighting her from your head. The words she said, the intensity of the words...You didn’t take lightly to her. As you stood in a hallway looking around, the anger started to build up again. The heat..the passion…
NICOLE STARR: “You want to know what the best thing about facing a delusional brain dead moron like Natasha Rose is? No matter how hard you hit or swift you kick, the more and more brain cells get lost, as if she wasn’t short already with her bleached out hair. Natasha is simply a sad excuse for a human being. She prances around this sport like she is somebody impressive. She acts as if she actually is one worthy of deserving respect. In reality? She’s a low pathetic leech crawling around this profession trying to attach herself onto people trying to make herself look good. She’s so delusional, that she couldn’t even tell the difference between a woman selling my house named Catherine, and her long time rival Catherine Williamson. For someone who claims to be so great….she surely isn’t all that smart. She not only lacks the ability to wrestle, but she clearly lacks brains...and most importantly originality.
Do you know how many times I’ve heard from several people that I’ve rode my deceased husband’s career? I’ve heard that line of bullshit my ENTIRE career. I’ve had to deal with pathetic people trying to make themselves look important and big and bad by saying that to me ever since I met him. Truth is? I didn’t need him then, I don’t need him now for my career. I’m a woman who gets her way, HER WAY. I don’t follow or wait around to ride on people’s coattails. I see what I want, and I go for it, and get it. My career may look like nothing, because I’ll admit it, I haven’t won titles or tournaments or anything like that. But what I have done? I came out a little girl from the south side of Chicago, and MADE people know who I am. I MADE people pay attention to me and I MADE people focus on me. I’ve twisted and turned people against each other, I’ve gotten inside peoples heads and I’ve burned so many people that I have quickly become a master manipulator. You, Natasha? You are known to be nothing more than a hopeless romantic cry baby.”
You tilt your head, smirking. The fire you felt inside you...burned. It was like a dark side was coming out that you haven’t felt in a while. You clenched your fists wanting to restrain from hitting the first thing you see, and continue to speak..
NICOLE STARR: “The only thing you are known for is spreading your ass all over social media crying week after week about the last bitch who dumped your ass or the last match you lost. Your career is almost as hilarious as your sad pathetic personal life. What your pathetic self fails to realize is that the only person who is nothing...is you. You can win all the championships you want, but if you present yourself in a way that makes people LAUGH at you instead of RESPECT you, then you surely are doing something wrong and those “Championships” you’ve won, clearly are nothing more than cheap tacky pieces of plastic that you can easily buy from a trade show or Wal-Mart. You think I care about some gumball machine “Hall of Fame” ring you have, probably from some small backyard company? Do you honestly think I care about any of your “accomplishments” you say you have and brag about, but really they aren’t all that impressive? You aren’t anything but a loud talker with childish tendencies to try and intimidate people. You think you’re this special wrestler is who different from every other woman but in reality? You are the stereotype that some people give female wrestlers.
It’s funny that you resort to hinting at me being a slut and riding people’s careers to get to the top….because realistically...the only slut around here….is yourself. How many cheap gremlins that you call “women” have you leeched onto to try and make yourself relevant? Pretty sure a giant variety of female wrestlers. Calling me a slut backs up my claim of you being the stereotype. You are so delusional that you have to make up stuff about me, just to make your bad deeds look like you’re some sort of saint. I honestly couldn’t stop laughing when you said that my place was backstage spreading my legs to any guy willing….it just goes to show that clearly that’s where your priorities are, unlike mine that are focused on WRESTLING and not like yours, that are focused on sleeping around to try and get successful.”
You shake your head and roll your eyes. It was a disgusting thought that people like her actually only cared about stuff like that. That isn’t what this career was about, but some people were simply uninterested in actually competing and doing shit like that. You shake your head.
NICOLE STARR: “Your unoriginal self has not a chance in hell in surviving this match. You brought up shit that was personal. You honestly think you’re going to bad mouth my deceased husband and expect me to just be okay with it? You better pray that they have the ambulance on standby, because I can PROMISE you that you won’t be walking out of that match tomorrow night on your own two feet. I can promise you that this match will be a cruel harsh lesson that you will learn for even TRYING to mess with Nicole..STARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.”
You smirk, putting serious emphasis on the “R’s.”
NICOLE STARR: “Starr. Two R’s. Why? Because that right there simply shows how better I am than you in my name. Add my talent to that? You’re going to look like a mouse going up against a lion in this match. When I lock you in that ”Crazy Train” submission...watching your disgusting body flail around...watching your face turn red….and hearing you beg me to let you go...listening as you gasp for air….you’ll be lucky if I let you out of it before you pass out….for good. They don’t call me the “Devil’s Favorite Reject” because I’m obsessed with Rob Zombie sweetie….I will literally go into that match and rip your soul out with a smile on my face because I can. This life...this career...it’s my playground. You, just like all the people waiting for this match and the fans watching, are nothing but my puppets. You watch and participate because of ME. This match is happening because of ME. This match is headlined, BECAUSE OF ME. Without ME, if this was just any plain match with Natasha, people wouldn’t give a shit. But because of ME, people pay attention. I run this show….I control the strings and I am in charge. The fact it is going to be ME that walks into YOUR company and owns that ring like it’s my own? It makes me that much happier…..”
You smirk, looking into the cameras. As you smirk, you let out a soft giggle, walking out of the scene as the cameras fades….
#OOC: Sorry I’m a little rusty at writing shoots