Post by angelquinn on Apr 29, 2012 22:57:40 GMT -4
The brisk mountain air blows dust and dirt off the hills as the early spring vegetation begins to bloom. The dirt and dust circle around a young, beautiful woman wearing a purple hoodie and black windbreaker pants. The early morning sun just peeks over the mountains as she stands at a large over look, the scenery of the mountains is one that takes the breaths away. She edges closer to the protective guardrails as she looks down from the cliff that takes a very steep decline. She turns around and looks up the mountain where a trail leads to the summit. For the first time, we see the face of Angelina Quinn, one of the newest members of the APW roster and latest addition to the brand new Meltdown brand.
Angel –
One month ago, I was struggling in the bottom of the indy circuit in Oregon. Now, here I am, displaced from one remote location with the nearest wal-mart being 100 miles away to just as remote a place getting ready to perform in front of the tens and tens of people who pay the 5 bucks to see the show. And I couldn‘t be more happier.
She smiles brightly as the wind blows her dark hair across her face. With her left hand she softly brushes it back as she looks over the guardrail.
Angel –
I get it… and I realize that I‘m going to have to fight for my spot. But being on the very bottom rung of the APW ladder is a thousand times better than where I came from. No longer do I have to sell out my dignity just to get my face seen by the fans. No longer do I have to pretend to be a brainless piece of T&A just to get some recognition in this sport. Sure, I come in on the C-show. Sure, I have to prove myself…but at least I have people‘s attention! At least I get the chance to prove myself with what really matters in this business…pure in ring talents, and not how my b-cups look in a string bikini.
She points down to the base of the mountain with a sour scowl on her face.
Angel –
I’ve been there…I’ve been at the very bottom and there’s no way in hell I’m every going back again. I’m not some lost soul searching for my path, in peril of slipping over the side and tumbling down to the base of the mountain. I know where my path is, and I know where it leads me…..to the summit, to my DESTINY!
Angelina points to the path that we all know leads to the summit of the mountain as she begins to walk along it.
Angel –
This week, on the VERY FIRST episode of Meltdown, The angel of Destiny herself will finally be given the one thing she’s bled and sweated for over the past few years of wasting away in the minor minor minor leagues….A CHANCE! A very smart man once said “Opertunity only knocks every once in a great while…if you don’t answer the door, there’s no telling when it’ll come calling again.” Well, I’ve got a fresh batch of cookies in the oven, the house all cleaned, and dinner on the table all ready to greet Mr. Opportunity at Meltdown. I will make the greatest first impression this world has ever seen.
She continues walking up the path. After a few minutes of hiking, there is a large tree fallen in the middle of the path and the trek around it looks quite dangerous.
Angel –
I KNOW that his is not just some simple trail I can sprint through till I reach my goal at the finish line. I know I can’t just breeze through this like I was on some lazy morning run through the park outside of Seattle in the middle of one of our three hundred days a year of drizzly rain and fog. This path is one with obstacles at each and every turn, and ones I’m going to have to reach deep down inside my soul to maneuver past. There’s going to be a lot of ups and downs. There’s going to be a lot of pain and heartache. But the goal…the be one of the top megastars in APW, in the world of wrestling…is well worth all the work and sacrifice it will take to get there. And my obstacles begin immediately as this week I’m thrust into the middle of a three way match against some mad scientest who goes by the name synonymous with a lethal poison, and an overly cocky bastard named Bryz who apparently is “The Protége.”
Angelina snickers as she climbs over the downed log and makes her way through the other side of the trail and continues her way up.
Angel –
The Protégé of what or who for that matter is a little detail that he‘s apparently left out completely. Perhaps he‘s delved into Cyanide‘s stash of elixirs and potions and taken one that makes him completely invisible to any soul that actually matters in this world. That would explain his disappearing act last week at Asylum. Well, he and Cyanide both can lay off the wacky brews this week! You see the angel of destiny has a special concoction that she’s made special to cure the symptoms of the undeserving and underachieving. I call it the potion of obscurity, an entity the two of you will be intimately introduced to after I’ve had my way with you and left you disappointed and unfulfilled….a feeling I’m sure a couple women and a plethora of crunchy tissues have come quite acquainted with in dealing with the two of you..
She laughs a bit as she shakes her head.
Angel –
Clearly I‘m in the remedial class if my very first Test is this debacle of an open book true or false questionnaire. Question 1, The two of you have absolutely no idea the kind of embarrassment you’re in for this week when I leave you broken and battered in that very ring.
She stops in her tracks and looks to the sky, seemingly contemplating the answer to this for WAY too long.
Angel –
I‘m gonna have to go with TRUE there. You see, I‘ve been underestimated my entire life. After all, how is a girl going to beat up on two oversized, big strong boys who rule over her in every way? Why does she think she belongs in that ring and when will she realize that it‘s time to put on a pretty dress and impress the hell out of some dimwitted rich guy so that she can live a comfortable life plopping out a brain dead spawn of Mediocrity? Open up your archaic eyes for just one second and realize that the world is changing and your clothes minded views are either going to have to vanish, or your place on this planet will quickly disappear.
She keeps walking, maneuvering around obstacle after obstacle as she gradually climbs up, the elevation getting higher and higher as noted by the thinner air, increased fog, and lack of direct sunlight.
Angel –
Question 2, There exists a magical elixir that will give either one of you the miraculous skillset to push past the brightest and hungriest superstar to ever sign her name on an APW contract?
She just simply shakes her head and doesn’t even look behind her at the camera.
Angel –
That’s a resounding FALSE. I hope the two of you have managed to find religion in your pathetic existances, because prayer may be the only sense of comfort you will be able to find after I expose you for the frauds that you are. But just to play devils Advocate…let’s throw in a bonus essay question shall we?
She stops as she comes to a clearing, in front of her is a very steep climb up to the top of the mountain. She inhales deeply, attempting to catch her breath.
Angel –
Once the two of you fail at task at hand on an APW show that they more than obviously created for the weak and feeble minded such as you, where will you go then? The answer is quite obvious actually. You’ll go where all wannabe’s go after they’ve had the proof thrown in their face that their fairy tales are just that…feel good stories that will never come true….You’ll go back to your boring ass lives earning a living as the night clerk at your local convenient store dreaming about what MIGHT have been. You know. if you weren’t a couple of talent less hacks that is.
She begins her treacherous climb up the last dangerous part of the trail…one that leads almost strait up. She struggles with it immensely, but eventually gets to the top.
Angel –
And this…this is where I’ll be, looking down from the top at all the little people who didn’t quite have the IT that is necessary to achieve one’s goals. Make no mistake about it… my goal in the long run isn’t to beat the two of you. Hell, that’s barely a challenge in any way shape or form. My goal isn’t even to raise up to Asylum on the main roster…that’s merely a step along the way. NO… my goal is to answer my call of destiny and REVOLUTIONIZE the way that athletically gifted women are viewed in this sport. I know what you’re saying…. But Angelina, we already have Sally Talfourd. Perhaps, but as much as I respect what Sally has done for the sport and for women in this sport…I want to do more. I want to shatter her records. I want to ascend to new sights. I respect everything that she’s done, but I want to be BETTER than Sally Talfourd. And to be honest, what kind of competitor would I be if I said otherwise? I know it’s not going to happen overnight, if it even happens at all. But the best thing about a goal…about a destiny….is not whether you reach it or not…it’s the journey to get there.
She smiles as she stands tall at the summit of the mountain, looking down at all the tiny insignificant specks below.
Angel –
My journey starts tomorrow night. For the first time, you get to see Angelina Quinn in the middle of that ring, and you are certainly a lucky lot. For, when I’ve finally accomplished everything I know I will in the APW and my name is synonymous with greatness. You will all have a good story of “I knew her when……”
She smiles as the scene slowly comes to an end.
Angel –
One month ago, I was struggling in the bottom of the indy circuit in Oregon. Now, here I am, displaced from one remote location with the nearest wal-mart being 100 miles away to just as remote a place getting ready to perform in front of the tens and tens of people who pay the 5 bucks to see the show. And I couldn‘t be more happier.
She smiles brightly as the wind blows her dark hair across her face. With her left hand she softly brushes it back as she looks over the guardrail.
Angel –
I get it… and I realize that I‘m going to have to fight for my spot. But being on the very bottom rung of the APW ladder is a thousand times better than where I came from. No longer do I have to sell out my dignity just to get my face seen by the fans. No longer do I have to pretend to be a brainless piece of T&A just to get some recognition in this sport. Sure, I come in on the C-show. Sure, I have to prove myself…but at least I have people‘s attention! At least I get the chance to prove myself with what really matters in this business…pure in ring talents, and not how my b-cups look in a string bikini.
She points down to the base of the mountain with a sour scowl on her face.
Angel –
I’ve been there…I’ve been at the very bottom and there’s no way in hell I’m every going back again. I’m not some lost soul searching for my path, in peril of slipping over the side and tumbling down to the base of the mountain. I know where my path is, and I know where it leads me…..to the summit, to my DESTINY!
Angelina points to the path that we all know leads to the summit of the mountain as she begins to walk along it.
Angel –
This week, on the VERY FIRST episode of Meltdown, The angel of Destiny herself will finally be given the one thing she’s bled and sweated for over the past few years of wasting away in the minor minor minor leagues….A CHANCE! A very smart man once said “Opertunity only knocks every once in a great while…if you don’t answer the door, there’s no telling when it’ll come calling again.” Well, I’ve got a fresh batch of cookies in the oven, the house all cleaned, and dinner on the table all ready to greet Mr. Opportunity at Meltdown. I will make the greatest first impression this world has ever seen.
She continues walking up the path. After a few minutes of hiking, there is a large tree fallen in the middle of the path and the trek around it looks quite dangerous.
Angel –
I KNOW that his is not just some simple trail I can sprint through till I reach my goal at the finish line. I know I can’t just breeze through this like I was on some lazy morning run through the park outside of Seattle in the middle of one of our three hundred days a year of drizzly rain and fog. This path is one with obstacles at each and every turn, and ones I’m going to have to reach deep down inside my soul to maneuver past. There’s going to be a lot of ups and downs. There’s going to be a lot of pain and heartache. But the goal…the be one of the top megastars in APW, in the world of wrestling…is well worth all the work and sacrifice it will take to get there. And my obstacles begin immediately as this week I’m thrust into the middle of a three way match against some mad scientest who goes by the name synonymous with a lethal poison, and an overly cocky bastard named Bryz who apparently is “The Protége.”
Angelina snickers as she climbs over the downed log and makes her way through the other side of the trail and continues her way up.
Angel –
The Protégé of what or who for that matter is a little detail that he‘s apparently left out completely. Perhaps he‘s delved into Cyanide‘s stash of elixirs and potions and taken one that makes him completely invisible to any soul that actually matters in this world. That would explain his disappearing act last week at Asylum. Well, he and Cyanide both can lay off the wacky brews this week! You see the angel of destiny has a special concoction that she’s made special to cure the symptoms of the undeserving and underachieving. I call it the potion of obscurity, an entity the two of you will be intimately introduced to after I’ve had my way with you and left you disappointed and unfulfilled….a feeling I’m sure a couple women and a plethora of crunchy tissues have come quite acquainted with in dealing with the two of you..
She laughs a bit as she shakes her head.
Angel –
Clearly I‘m in the remedial class if my very first Test is this debacle of an open book true or false questionnaire. Question 1, The two of you have absolutely no idea the kind of embarrassment you’re in for this week when I leave you broken and battered in that very ring.
She stops in her tracks and looks to the sky, seemingly contemplating the answer to this for WAY too long.
Angel –
I‘m gonna have to go with TRUE there. You see, I‘ve been underestimated my entire life. After all, how is a girl going to beat up on two oversized, big strong boys who rule over her in every way? Why does she think she belongs in that ring and when will she realize that it‘s time to put on a pretty dress and impress the hell out of some dimwitted rich guy so that she can live a comfortable life plopping out a brain dead spawn of Mediocrity? Open up your archaic eyes for just one second and realize that the world is changing and your clothes minded views are either going to have to vanish, or your place on this planet will quickly disappear.
She keeps walking, maneuvering around obstacle after obstacle as she gradually climbs up, the elevation getting higher and higher as noted by the thinner air, increased fog, and lack of direct sunlight.
Angel –
Question 2, There exists a magical elixir that will give either one of you the miraculous skillset to push past the brightest and hungriest superstar to ever sign her name on an APW contract?
She just simply shakes her head and doesn’t even look behind her at the camera.
Angel –
That’s a resounding FALSE. I hope the two of you have managed to find religion in your pathetic existances, because prayer may be the only sense of comfort you will be able to find after I expose you for the frauds that you are. But just to play devils Advocate…let’s throw in a bonus essay question shall we?
She stops as she comes to a clearing, in front of her is a very steep climb up to the top of the mountain. She inhales deeply, attempting to catch her breath.
Angel –
Once the two of you fail at task at hand on an APW show that they more than obviously created for the weak and feeble minded such as you, where will you go then? The answer is quite obvious actually. You’ll go where all wannabe’s go after they’ve had the proof thrown in their face that their fairy tales are just that…feel good stories that will never come true….You’ll go back to your boring ass lives earning a living as the night clerk at your local convenient store dreaming about what MIGHT have been. You know. if you weren’t a couple of talent less hacks that is.
She begins her treacherous climb up the last dangerous part of the trail…one that leads almost strait up. She struggles with it immensely, but eventually gets to the top.
Angel –
And this…this is where I’ll be, looking down from the top at all the little people who didn’t quite have the IT that is necessary to achieve one’s goals. Make no mistake about it… my goal in the long run isn’t to beat the two of you. Hell, that’s barely a challenge in any way shape or form. My goal isn’t even to raise up to Asylum on the main roster…that’s merely a step along the way. NO… my goal is to answer my call of destiny and REVOLUTIONIZE the way that athletically gifted women are viewed in this sport. I know what you’re saying…. But Angelina, we already have Sally Talfourd. Perhaps, but as much as I respect what Sally has done for the sport and for women in this sport…I want to do more. I want to shatter her records. I want to ascend to new sights. I respect everything that she’s done, but I want to be BETTER than Sally Talfourd. And to be honest, what kind of competitor would I be if I said otherwise? I know it’s not going to happen overnight, if it even happens at all. But the best thing about a goal…about a destiny….is not whether you reach it or not…it’s the journey to get there.
She smiles as she stands tall at the summit of the mountain, looking down at all the tiny insignificant specks below.
Angel –
My journey starts tomorrow night. For the first time, you get to see Angelina Quinn in the middle of that ring, and you are certainly a lucky lot. For, when I’ve finally accomplished everything I know I will in the APW and my name is synonymous with greatness. You will all have a good story of “I knew her when……”
She smiles as the scene slowly comes to an end.
