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Post by REDEFINE Pro on Jul 5, 2015 2:06:57 GMT
Grudge Match: Sasha Foote vs Marisol Hawkes
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Post by Sasha Foote on Jul 5, 2015 4:14:24 GMT
The scene opens up outside in Chicago on the 4th of July. Fireworks are going off in the background as Sasha walks down the street, the camera filming her every move.
"Things didn't go my way at Redefine 10, but I'm not making excuses for my loss. In spite of that loss, I achieved something that nobody else can say, well besides Ajax. I took part in the most watched match in 2CW history, or at least that's what I've been told. That's something I'm proud of. You know what else I'm proud of? That I can fight my own fights.
Sasha kicks a rock as teenagers run around her with sparklers, shouting loudly.
"My opponent for Youth Gone Wild is Marisol Hawkes. Unlike Johnny who despite our differences I have tremendous respect for, I have none for Marisol. She's the epitome of why I prefer to wrestle men. She's a Barbie. Sure she hides it under the dark makeup and 'kick ass' attitude, but she's fake. She's plastic. She's breakable.
Marisol already has two strikes against her in my book, one, she lets Dazi talk for her all over twitter. Stand up for yourself and tell her to shut up, but that isn't even enough. Now, not only is Dazi speaking for her, apparently Dazi is coming to Youth Gone Wild to help Marisol attempt to win the match. Are you serious?"
Sasha shakes her head at the camera in disappointment.
"Since you've come to 2CW, you've been a disappointment Marisol. Now, I'm adding coward to your resume. Fight your own battles. You've done nothing but talk crap about me since I started wrestling, calling me a quitter, saying I was scared of Dazi, that was never the case. Look at what I've done since I've been here. In my first match I beat two men at one time. In my second I had one of the matches of the year against Johnny Ajax.
What makes me so sure I'll beat you? One, you're a choke artist. That's a fact. You've lost big matches in big companies all over the world, don't dispute it or in my next video I'll take 10 minutes listing every big match you've lost. Two, you hate on everyone and everything. And finally, the match is no disqualification. I'm known for getting emotional and losing my temper. This is a match that promotes losing your temper, it favors me."
The Chicago youth begin throwing their sparklers and a small fire breaks out in the background of where Sasha is standing. Chaos begins to ensue as the children begin running in different directions as cop sirens are heard in the distance. Sasha turns towards the fire and a smirk crosses her face.
"Youth Gone Wild...its appropriate tonight. I'm a rookie, I know that...I'm young and with No DQ I have permission to go wild on the 11th Marisol. I'm more than your PROBLEM, I'm your ender. That isn't a promise...its DIVINE DESTINY."
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MissAsherz
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Post by MissAsherz on Jul 5, 2015 15:39:12 GMT
Thorns. Sometimes they can be a pain in the butt to snuff out. Other times they can be a real pretty thing when it comes to roses. I will admit, I haven't had my best run lately. My personal life has kept me occupied more than I care to count. Now that I can focus though, it is a whole different ball game. Especially when I have a blonde priss running her mouth and sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.
You need to look at history before you run your mouth. I have faced the greats in this business. I have faced John Pariah, James Silkk and hell...I have even faced Johnny Ajax. You two seem to have an awfully good time on twitter. Yet I am the 'barbie' and I can break? Why is it I see you on twitter freaking out about something that is on your face? Poor Sasha scared that something written on her face will make her look ugly? It matches your personality perfectly since all you really seem to care about is fitting in and looking 'perfect ' for Brock.
Let me ask you this since I see it flung around twitter recently. How does it feel to know that your little girl will be watching you get beaten down in a no dq match? How does it feel to know that your little girl may never recognize her mother after I maim her and disfigure her? How does it feel knowing that you are out of your element when it comes to a straight up knock down type of fight like this one? This isn't a game to me anymore Sasha. I have scars up and down my back from the different hardcore matches I have been in. I have stories attached to each of those scars that would make you cringe.
Yet you accepted this match, not realizing that I can ruin your perfect complexion and your pretty hair. I wonder what it would feel like to break you. Not just mentally, but physically. How does it feel to realize that two of your three P's will be erased from your moniker by the time I am through with you? You have made two grave mistakes Sasha. One, you called me a choke artist. Yet I have held gold in companies while you are still working your way to the top. Two and more importantly...you drug Ricky into things. I don't have to say a damn word. I am a people watcher and what I saw last night was way out of line, even for a priss like you.
So in this no dq match I will end your short career. I will make sure your little girl sees you for who you truly are and I will make sure that no man ever wants you again. You think that you are the 'problem' of pro wrestling? Darling...you have never met me.
I am your divine nightmare.
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Post by Sasha Foote on Jul 6, 2015 15:40:00 GMT
The video is recorded on cell phone camera footage. Sasha was working out in a gym when someone yelled to get her attention. Sasha turned around and saw a man who was a good 6 inches taller and 50 pounds heavier than her approaching.
Man: Look who it is, if it isn't miss loud mouth herself.
Sasha smirked, having dealt with many fans like this before. She walked towards him to shorten the gap between them. As they get face to face the man begins shouting loudly at her, hoping to garner some attention for himself.
Man: You are nothing but hot air Sasha. All of this boxing shit, your stupid little 3PS's, yet you get in the ring with a real wrestler like Johnny Ajax and what happens? That pretty little face of yours gets shut up.
The man looks around, hoping that a crowd is gathering, which they are. Sasha places her hands on her hips and lets him continue.
Man: I can't wait until Youth Gone Wild when Marisol Hawkes kicks your ass and shuts you up. She's a veteran of wrestling, someone people like me look up to. Someone who has earned the right to talk shit!
The man turns and high fives one of his buddies as Sasha rolls her eyes.
Sasha: Are you done?
The man puts his hands on her chest and shoves her back. Sasha stumbles and shakes her head.
Sasha: If you really want to try, go ahead. I'll give you the first shot.
The man walks up to Sasha and punches her in the face as she stumbles back but doesn't fall. She holds her jaw and then quicker than anyone could imagine, charges the man, tackling him and begins unleashing punch after punch on the helpless man. Eventually 4 other gym goers pull her off and she looks into the cell phone held into her face that has captured the entire incident.
Sasha: THAT is what happens when you talk crap, Marisol. So far that's all I've seen from you, talk, talk, talk. You can TALK about who you've wrestled, but you've never wrestled me. You admitted yourself that you've had bad luck lately. You're going to need all the luck in the world to even compete with me on July 11th.
Sasha walks over to the fallen trash talker and places her Nike on his chest, smirking.
Sasha: What you saw today was somebody that backs up their talk. I might have a big mouth but I make sure I can hold my own when the bell rings. You haven't been focused and that lack of attention is going to be your downfall, Marisol. You can talk all you want, but when the match begins and there's no one to save you, then what? No DQ means the ref can't pull me off like those guys pulled me off of this guy. I'm going to break you, I'm going to defeat you, I'm going to end you.
#PROBLEM "
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Post by MissAsherz on Jul 6, 2015 16:38:06 GMT
I have heard it all before Sasha.
Marisol is seen in a dimly lit room with pictures of her father and Ricky Molaroni on the wall. Marisol wipes a tear off of her face before speaking.
The sirens are about to sing their sweet song in this no disqualification match. I have heard people say that they are going to 'end me' and look at me. I am still alive after family has tried to set me on fire. I am still breathing after my father died and my family took a hit out on me. I am still fucking standing here, ready to kick your ass for what you have done to my friends. I have motivation to end your pathetic career. You say that you back up your shit talk, but all I see is you subtweeting people instead of facing them like a real woman is supposed to. You have lost all focus dear Sasha. You are so busy worrying about your looks, Al Envy and his fiancee and you are not worried about this match.
Marisol looks down at a purple candle dimly glowing on the table. She chuckles for a brief moment and then takes a sigh.
How should I begin to end you Sasha? Barbed wired baseball bat? Maybe throw you through a fire lit table? You see, you think this is all about jabs, kicks and punches. This is different. When the sirens sing their sweet song, it will be one of blood and you screaming for mercy. You will want me to end the match, but I will not. I will not end the match until I have you knocked the fuck out and your blood on my hands. Then...and only then will the 'problem' be out of 2CW and pro wrestling for good.
Marisol watches as the flame to the purple candle goes out slowly. She smirks and evil smirk and then sits up, looking at the picture of her father with that smirk on her face.
The flame of Sasha Foote will be snuffed out in due time. I am sure that if I don't take care of you Sasha, I am sure bulletSCARS will. You have seemingly made more enemies than friends lately and that is a pathetic and very bad place to be in the wrestling world. You burn bridges, you can never get them back. As the sirens sing their song of triumph when I have my hand raised in victory, ask yourself this one question Sasha.
What do you get when you cross a woman with nothing left to lose? Simple. A woman with everything to gain. You have everything to lose because of your little girl. I have nothing left to lose. I have everything to gain. It all starts by removing the 'problem' from 2CW. Then I gain my rightful place back on the main card. Soon enough Sasha....soon enough.
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Post by Sasha Foote on Jul 6, 2015 17:02:59 GMT
Sasha has just returned to her hotel room after the fiasco from her previous video at the gym. She watched Marisol's video and shook her head as a camera was recording.
"You know when somebody is nervous by how much they repeat themselves. Marisol is nervous. I mean I counted three times where she mentioned a 'siren song' in her last little video. Three times in a five minute video, Mar? Be more original.
I also think its humorous how quickly you back pedal. You go from declaring that at Youth Gone Wild you're going to end not only my 2CW career but my career in wrestling in general, but literally in the same video you go on to say that if you don't take care of me, bulletSCARS will. That to me shows that you already have self doubt, something that doesn't exist to me."
Sasha smirks before continuing.
"Our match is no dq, I get that, so I should probably do what you're doing and start talking about all of the crazy weapons I could bring to the ring to attack you with, but I won't. I'm not you Marisol, I don't need weapons to ruin your face, or to break your body, all I need are my hands and feet, they are MY weapons."
Sasha holds up a manicured hand and then points down to her foot.
"Saying I have knockout power in both my hands and my feet wasn't an exaggeration, it's a fact. I know you've wrestled in hardcore matches in the past, I also know you lost two of them, your own match type to the BARBIE that is Liz Smalls. Trust me, if you let someone like HER beat you in your own match, what do you think I'm going to do to you?
To me no DQ means no one to pull me off of you as I pummel you with my bare hands. It means no referee calling for a rope break and most importantly it means nobody to call for the bell if I knock you out. This match won't end until I pin you for a three count and I plan on taking my time with that.
This match isn't just about respect, this one is personal. I don't like you and you don't like me. But unlike you who is already planning on using weapons out of desperation, I'm simply going to out wrestle you before I punch your skull in. We're in professional WRESTLING, and since people seem to doubt my ability in the ring, I'll show them that even in a no dq match, I don't need much else than what I was born with to defeat you.
What happens when you lose again Marisol? Are you going to take your ball and go home? I wouldn't blame you. Loss after loss has to be hard on the confidence. Then again, I don't plan on leaving you a choice. You pay for your words July 11th."
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Post by Sasha Foote on Jul 9, 2015 3:03:46 GMT
"Silence can be a lot of things. The saying goes it could be golden, and trust me in Marisol's case it is because she sounds like a rambling idiot most of the time. Silence could be curious, it could mean you're focused, but in this instance I think an appropriate word for Marisol's silence is...alarming."
The camera pans out showing Sasha Foote relaxing on a couch in her hotel room, her recently injured ankle in training is wrapped and propped up on a pillow.
"I know she will probably counter and say that she's quiet because she's focused on training for the match, of course she'll say that. I think differently. Look at me. I twisted my ankle in training and I've still been talking. Why? Because I'm confident in my ability to defeat Marisol. When the confidence is gone, silence begins. I'm actually a prime example of that. Going into my last match at Redefine 10, I lost focus going into the match with Ajax and I got quiet days before our match. It's the exact same thing Marisol is doing now."
Sasha smirks confidently at the camera.
"Deep down in her ugly heart, Marisol Hawkes-Johnston knows she can't beat me. I have more at stake in this match than she does. I can't afford back to back losses, especially not against someone like her, someone I have absolutely zero respect for. This is a woman who travels company to company, only to lose and then bail when the going gets tough. She has called me a quitter for taking a few months off, but in that time, what rush did I have to get back? New Edge is still up in the air, WWA is closed, I had no home to return to, until now.
Marisol taking her talents or lack there of from company to company is because she can't hack it anywhere she goes. I'm willing to bet that after I beat her at Youth Gone Wild she'll take her ball and retire along with Dazi Dog who just recently announced her retirement."
Sasha adjusts herself and slowly stands up, even on her injured ankle.
"July 11th is right around the corner and I won't let ANYTHING stop me from walking into Toyota Park and breaking not only your body, which I'm going to do, but I'll also be ripping your heart out of your chest. Your spirit, your will to compete, your belief that you actually belong in a ring, it will all be taken from you Marisol. I don't give a crap if you're training, or what you're doing, I can tell you what you aren't doing and that is promoting our grudge match. You don't have to worry though sweetheart because after I punch your face in at Youth Gone Wild, with my bare hands of course, no weapons needed...you'll be BEGGING me to stop, and when I don't...that's when it gets really ugly for you.
This is the end."
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