Post by angelquinn on May 6, 2012 22:04:39 GMT -4
A pounding noise rings throughout the scene as bright lazer lights flash in a over crowded night club. People bang into each other in a failed attempt at either dancing or mating…either way it looks more like an unorganized mess than anything else. Standing off to the side is APW newcomer Angelina Quinn, looking bored and annoyed at having to put up with the general douchebagery of this so called dance club. She sips on a drink, and by the look on her face it is a particularly bad drink as she lets out a sigh. Her attitude worsens as she sees a 20 something muscle head dressed like a gay German model dancing up to her. She can already hear his oh so “original” pickup line before the words stumble out of his mouth. To him, he probably sounds like the smoothest guy on the planet. To Angel, he sounds like a drunken Muppet with a mouthful of marbles.
Douchebag
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
She could barely make out the words, but in her mind it sounded a little something like this.
Douchebag
I've heard sex is a killer. Wanna die happy?
Not feeling the need to be bothered with this sack of assholes, Angelina throws her awful drink right in the face of the drunken ball of hormones. “Wow…what a great use of 8 dollars” she thinks as she takes a swig of the last remnants of her drink. The man is enraged.
Douchebag
You stupid bitch.
Just then, a waitress passes by with a drink in her hand. Angelina grabs it and allows it to join the previous one in the eyes of Don Juan over here. He whinces in pain as the waitress looks at her like “what the hell?” Angel pays for the drink with quite the generous tip. Again, the Douchebag doesn’t stop.
Douchebag
Let’s see how you like it Cunt!!!
He winds up with his own drink, but his inebriated reflexes are a bit off. Angelina has plenty of time to duck out of the way as the contents of his drink fly to the face of the rather muscular man standing behind her. Angelina laughs as she quickly walks away just before the larger man grabs the douche bag and slugs him hard in the face.
Angelina makes her way to a (somewhat) quiet section of the bar as the attention of the rest of the people here is drawn towards the giant fight in the middle of the bar. She shakes her head in disappointment. All she wanted was a quiet night with one of her best friends…but instead she gets this! She couldn’t be more thrilled last night when Allison, the only friend she has kept all through high school, all through that failed experiment of college, showed up at her Lexington Hotel unannounced. They had been through every life changing event imaginable together. And with Angelina entering this new stage of her life and feeling very alone, this was the best gift she could have ever received. But Allison has always been the party girl. Angelina can’t count the number of times she carried her friend to the taxi only to end up holding her hair over the toilet. Once upon a time, I’d be more than happy to join her in this ride of self destruction. Lord knows I could use a chance to kick back and lose all sense of myself for one night. But tonight isn’t that night….not with everything happening in APW….
Not such a Douche Bag
You cause trouble everywhere you go?
Angelina rolls her eyes, figuring that was another lame pick up line. She turns and sees the face of somebody who obviously didn’t look like he belonged there. He was handsome yes, but in a rugged kind of way. You could tell that he’s never had a chest waxing a day in his life, which would put him with very solitary company. His clothes looked….comfortable, the number on sin in a place like this. He definitely didn’t belong here, but suddenly, Angelina was happy he was.
She shakes her head suddenly realizing that she was staring and looks away. But now she realizes that she looks like a spaz so she has to say something. “Be Cool Quinn….Be Cool”
Angelina Quinn
I can’t help it if trouble just follows me wherever I go.
Yeah, real cool. He chuckles a bit and she can’t help but laugh at herself.
Not such a Douche Bag
Wow… you really suck at flirting don‘t you?
He laughs, but Angelina takes offense to that.
Angelina Quinn
As if! If I were flirting with you, you’d know it.
She says this very matter of factly. He doesn’t flinch a bit, just sets his jaw and smiles.
Not such a Douche Bag
Oh Really? Well, let’s hear it then. Give it your best shot.
Suddenly her mind has drawn a blank. She really doesn’t know how to flirt, as it’s been so long since she’s had to do it. Between her workouts and her wrestling events, she is lucky if she has the time to snag whatever cute guy flashes her a smile for a little rough and tumble one night stand. Suddenly she just blurts the first thing that comes out of her mouth.
Angelina Quinn
I’ve heard sex is a killer, wanna die happy?
She can’t stop herself from saying it…the words just blurted out. She instantly covers her mouth and turns a shade of deep red. The guy just looks a little stunned at first, but then begins to lough loudly. Angelina soon joins in on the laughter.
It feels like it’s been hours, though it’s only been a few wonderful minutes. They sat there talking like old friends. Luke…not exactly the name she was expecting…was in the same kind of predicament she was. He came here with a group of friends, even though this is definitely not his type of place. He definitely doesn’t fit in here…and would much rather be just about everywhere else. They got along in a way that is normally only seen in the movies. She knew this had to be too perfect, she knew something had to get in the way of this night…..
Allison
Hey there fightstarter. I can’t take you anywhere can I?
This thin as a rail little blonde comes bouncing up in a too tight halter top with a two short black mini skirt. She see’s Luke and smiles.
Allison
And who’s this hunk of beautiful?
Ah there it was. I do believe that in guy circles, this is referred to as a cock block. I’ll just refer to it as twat swatting. Allison waves at Luke who smiles back politely.
Allison
So why‘d you leave me out there bitch? I had to handle all the hotties by my self…not that I truly mind.
Of course she didn’t. Allison wasn’t a slut, but you couldn’t tell that by the way she often acted. She’s what the guys liked to call a tease, and it’s gotten her into a tight spot on more than one occasion. Truth be told, Angelina’s had her fancy tickled many more times than Allison…which in itself is a sad fact.
Angelina Quinn
You know how I get with crowds, besides you looked like you didn‘t even notice me out there.
Allison starts to smile, then notices the bored look on Angelina’s face. She then looks incredibly disappointed.
Allison
You‘re not having fun are you?
How does she do that? How does she always do that. Angelina thinks quick and tries to lie.
Angelina Quinn
What? Don‘t be crazy, I‘m having a great time.
Allison scoffs and shakes her head.
Allison
You suck at lying.
Luke
She’s right, you kinda do.
Angelina Quinn
Quiet you.
Allison sits on the stool next to Angelina and puts her head on her shoulder.
Allison
I‘m sorry. I just missed you so much, and I really wanted to just kick back and do things like we used to in the old days.
Angelina Quinn
You mean, you getting absolutely plastered while I do everything in my power to keep you out of jail?
Allison
Yeah, pretty much.
They both smile and laugh as Angelina puts her arm around Allison and the two hug.
Angelina Quinn
I‘m so happy you‘re here. I miss you and I miss home. It feels so decapitating here, so lonely. Having you back makes me feel safe. I guess I’m just not in the mood to go out and party the lights out. I’ve just got so much on my mind, what with my second match coming up at APW and things not going quite as planned….
Luke kills his drink and stands up.
Luke
Welp, that looks like my cue.
Angelina is about to argue with him, but he nods at Allison who obviously needs her much more than he does. She smiles in acknowledgement and places a 20 down on the table.
Luke
At least let me buy you an overprice and over watered drink that I won‘t be able to enjoy with you..
He smiles, and walks away just as she’s about to protest. She just lets out a sigh and looks at Allison.
Allison
I‘m sorry, it looks like he was having fun..
Angelina Quinn
Eh, it‘s alright. He‘s some guy that I met at a night club. I‘d probably never see him again anyways right?
Allison
I wouldn‘t be so sure about that.
Angelina looks at her inquisitively, but Allison just points at the twenty dollar bill laying on the table. Written on it is the name “Luke” with a phone number right under it. Angelina smiles a bit as our scene fades to black.
OOC: Sorry there was a lack of trash talk. But i was under the impression that my opponent wasn't a real person lol so I focused on personality development.
Douchebag
Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah
She could barely make out the words, but in her mind it sounded a little something like this.
Douchebag
I've heard sex is a killer. Wanna die happy?
Not feeling the need to be bothered with this sack of assholes, Angelina throws her awful drink right in the face of the drunken ball of hormones. “Wow…what a great use of 8 dollars” she thinks as she takes a swig of the last remnants of her drink. The man is enraged.
Douchebag
You stupid bitch.
Just then, a waitress passes by with a drink in her hand. Angelina grabs it and allows it to join the previous one in the eyes of Don Juan over here. He whinces in pain as the waitress looks at her like “what the hell?” Angel pays for the drink with quite the generous tip. Again, the Douchebag doesn’t stop.
Douchebag
Let’s see how you like it Cunt!!!
He winds up with his own drink, but his inebriated reflexes are a bit off. Angelina has plenty of time to duck out of the way as the contents of his drink fly to the face of the rather muscular man standing behind her. Angelina laughs as she quickly walks away just before the larger man grabs the douche bag and slugs him hard in the face.
Angelina makes her way to a (somewhat) quiet section of the bar as the attention of the rest of the people here is drawn towards the giant fight in the middle of the bar. She shakes her head in disappointment. All she wanted was a quiet night with one of her best friends…but instead she gets this! She couldn’t be more thrilled last night when Allison, the only friend she has kept all through high school, all through that failed experiment of college, showed up at her Lexington Hotel unannounced. They had been through every life changing event imaginable together. And with Angelina entering this new stage of her life and feeling very alone, this was the best gift she could have ever received. But Allison has always been the party girl. Angelina can’t count the number of times she carried her friend to the taxi only to end up holding her hair over the toilet. Once upon a time, I’d be more than happy to join her in this ride of self destruction. Lord knows I could use a chance to kick back and lose all sense of myself for one night. But tonight isn’t that night….not with everything happening in APW….
Not such a Douche Bag
You cause trouble everywhere you go?
Angelina rolls her eyes, figuring that was another lame pick up line. She turns and sees the face of somebody who obviously didn’t look like he belonged there. He was handsome yes, but in a rugged kind of way. You could tell that he’s never had a chest waxing a day in his life, which would put him with very solitary company. His clothes looked….comfortable, the number on sin in a place like this. He definitely didn’t belong here, but suddenly, Angelina was happy he was.
She shakes her head suddenly realizing that she was staring and looks away. But now she realizes that she looks like a spaz so she has to say something. “Be Cool Quinn….Be Cool”
Angelina Quinn
I can’t help it if trouble just follows me wherever I go.
Yeah, real cool. He chuckles a bit and she can’t help but laugh at herself.
Not such a Douche Bag
Wow… you really suck at flirting don‘t you?
He laughs, but Angelina takes offense to that.
Angelina Quinn
As if! If I were flirting with you, you’d know it.
She says this very matter of factly. He doesn’t flinch a bit, just sets his jaw and smiles.
Not such a Douche Bag
Oh Really? Well, let’s hear it then. Give it your best shot.
Suddenly her mind has drawn a blank. She really doesn’t know how to flirt, as it’s been so long since she’s had to do it. Between her workouts and her wrestling events, she is lucky if she has the time to snag whatever cute guy flashes her a smile for a little rough and tumble one night stand. Suddenly she just blurts the first thing that comes out of her mouth.
Angelina Quinn
I’ve heard sex is a killer, wanna die happy?
She can’t stop herself from saying it…the words just blurted out. She instantly covers her mouth and turns a shade of deep red. The guy just looks a little stunned at first, but then begins to lough loudly. Angelina soon joins in on the laughter.
It feels like it’s been hours, though it’s only been a few wonderful minutes. They sat there talking like old friends. Luke…not exactly the name she was expecting…was in the same kind of predicament she was. He came here with a group of friends, even though this is definitely not his type of place. He definitely doesn’t fit in here…and would much rather be just about everywhere else. They got along in a way that is normally only seen in the movies. She knew this had to be too perfect, she knew something had to get in the way of this night…..
Allison
Hey there fightstarter. I can’t take you anywhere can I?
This thin as a rail little blonde comes bouncing up in a too tight halter top with a two short black mini skirt. She see’s Luke and smiles.
Allison
And who’s this hunk of beautiful?
Ah there it was. I do believe that in guy circles, this is referred to as a cock block. I’ll just refer to it as twat swatting. Allison waves at Luke who smiles back politely.
Allison
So why‘d you leave me out there bitch? I had to handle all the hotties by my self…not that I truly mind.
Of course she didn’t. Allison wasn’t a slut, but you couldn’t tell that by the way she often acted. She’s what the guys liked to call a tease, and it’s gotten her into a tight spot on more than one occasion. Truth be told, Angelina’s had her fancy tickled many more times than Allison…which in itself is a sad fact.
Angelina Quinn
You know how I get with crowds, besides you looked like you didn‘t even notice me out there.
Allison starts to smile, then notices the bored look on Angelina’s face. She then looks incredibly disappointed.
Allison
You‘re not having fun are you?
How does she do that? How does she always do that. Angelina thinks quick and tries to lie.
Angelina Quinn
What? Don‘t be crazy, I‘m having a great time.
Allison scoffs and shakes her head.
Allison
You suck at lying.
Luke
She’s right, you kinda do.
Angelina Quinn
Quiet you.
Allison sits on the stool next to Angelina and puts her head on her shoulder.
Allison
I‘m sorry. I just missed you so much, and I really wanted to just kick back and do things like we used to in the old days.
Angelina Quinn
You mean, you getting absolutely plastered while I do everything in my power to keep you out of jail?
Allison
Yeah, pretty much.
They both smile and laugh as Angelina puts her arm around Allison and the two hug.
Angelina Quinn
I‘m so happy you‘re here. I miss you and I miss home. It feels so decapitating here, so lonely. Having you back makes me feel safe. I guess I’m just not in the mood to go out and party the lights out. I’ve just got so much on my mind, what with my second match coming up at APW and things not going quite as planned….
Luke kills his drink and stands up.
Luke
Welp, that looks like my cue.
Angelina is about to argue with him, but he nods at Allison who obviously needs her much more than he does. She smiles in acknowledgement and places a 20 down on the table.
Luke
At least let me buy you an overprice and over watered drink that I won‘t be able to enjoy with you..
He smiles, and walks away just as she’s about to protest. She just lets out a sigh and looks at Allison.
Allison
I‘m sorry, it looks like he was having fun..
Angelina Quinn
Eh, it‘s alright. He‘s some guy that I met at a night club. I‘d probably never see him again anyways right?
Allison
I wouldn‘t be so sure about that.
Angelina looks at her inquisitively, but Allison just points at the twenty dollar bill laying on the table. Written on it is the name “Luke” with a phone number right under it. Angelina smiles a bit as our scene fades to black.
ANGELINA QUINN - Blog Entry - May 6
Well, my first match is in the record books and to say that I’m shocked by the outcome would be an outright lie. I don’t care who you put across from me in that ring… I’m coming out swinging and they’d better make damn sure they know who the hell they’re dealing with or I’ll send them back to the Piggly Wiggly bagging groceries just like I did to Pretty Boy and Science Nerd last week.
And It honestly doesn’t bother me that the Einstein’s in charge of APW’s low show on the totem pole don’t respect me one single bit. If it wasn’t obvious with last weeks debacle of a match that can only be considered a glorified sparing match, this week they put me up against the Turnstile of APW…Mr. Dangerous, a man usually reserved for newcomers and those who need to prove that they still deserve a spot after a plethora of disappointing performances. I am NEITHER as I clearly showed last week. So I can only take this pairing this week as a blatant slap in the face and a giant show of disrespect.
But I take that as no sweat off my back. You see, being a woman in this profession, it’s no surprise that a front office run by a bunch of male pigs who only want their women to pretty up and spread their legs wants to hold this woman down as much as possible, considering I plan on doing neither. Yet the woman who flaunt their bodies AND their sexuality get pressed up the card a bit and put on display for the world to see. But as I said, I’m perfectly fine with that, it just adds more fuel to the fire and an even greater desire to rip apart any and all competition that is unfortunate enough to stand in my way. And unfortunately for you Mr. Dangerous, that spells eminent disaster for you.
I haven’t the slightest clue what Piece of shit Hoe Bag birthed a freak show like you and donned him with the name Dangerous, but she must have resembled Sloth from the Goonies in more than one way. I’m sure you’re sitting back there just licking your chops and imagining another victem that you will so ceremoniously show out the door, but unfortunately you won’t have that luxury as the only thing you’ll be seeing is the bright glow of the arena lights!
It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done, I am here with on purpose and one purpose only…to become the greatest athlete who has ever strut down that ramp way and climbed between these ropes. Last week I proved that it doesn’t matter the numbers I’m faced with, I will always come out ahead. This week, I will prove that it doesn’t matter how “Dangerous” my opponents are….I will always pose much more of a threat. I have more on my side than the backing of a biased group of office freaks…I have destiny on my side. And as the Angel of Destiny, it is my goal to make my dreams come true no matter what the cost.
This week, that cost is the legacy of Mr. Dangerous.
Well, my first match is in the record books and to say that I’m shocked by the outcome would be an outright lie. I don’t care who you put across from me in that ring… I’m coming out swinging and they’d better make damn sure they know who the hell they’re dealing with or I’ll send them back to the Piggly Wiggly bagging groceries just like I did to Pretty Boy and Science Nerd last week.
And It honestly doesn’t bother me that the Einstein’s in charge of APW’s low show on the totem pole don’t respect me one single bit. If it wasn’t obvious with last weeks debacle of a match that can only be considered a glorified sparing match, this week they put me up against the Turnstile of APW…Mr. Dangerous, a man usually reserved for newcomers and those who need to prove that they still deserve a spot after a plethora of disappointing performances. I am NEITHER as I clearly showed last week. So I can only take this pairing this week as a blatant slap in the face and a giant show of disrespect.
But I take that as no sweat off my back. You see, being a woman in this profession, it’s no surprise that a front office run by a bunch of male pigs who only want their women to pretty up and spread their legs wants to hold this woman down as much as possible, considering I plan on doing neither. Yet the woman who flaunt their bodies AND their sexuality get pressed up the card a bit and put on display for the world to see. But as I said, I’m perfectly fine with that, it just adds more fuel to the fire and an even greater desire to rip apart any and all competition that is unfortunate enough to stand in my way. And unfortunately for you Mr. Dangerous, that spells eminent disaster for you.
I haven’t the slightest clue what Piece of shit Hoe Bag birthed a freak show like you and donned him with the name Dangerous, but she must have resembled Sloth from the Goonies in more than one way. I’m sure you’re sitting back there just licking your chops and imagining another victem that you will so ceremoniously show out the door, but unfortunately you won’t have that luxury as the only thing you’ll be seeing is the bright glow of the arena lights!
It doesn’t matter who you are or what you’ve done, I am here with on purpose and one purpose only…to become the greatest athlete who has ever strut down that ramp way and climbed between these ropes. Last week I proved that it doesn’t matter the numbers I’m faced with, I will always come out ahead. This week, I will prove that it doesn’t matter how “Dangerous” my opponents are….I will always pose much more of a threat. I have more on my side than the backing of a biased group of office freaks…I have destiny on my side. And as the Angel of Destiny, it is my goal to make my dreams come true no matter what the cost.
This week, that cost is the legacy of Mr. Dangerous.
OOC: Sorry there was a lack of trash talk. But i was under the impression that my opponent wasn't a real person lol so I focused on personality development.
