Post by Robbie A on Mar 19, 2022 13:32:43 GMT -5
Post Friday Night Free-For-All XL
Backstage
We cut to Trixie Mars backstage, she’s in the trainers’ room and being assessed by medical staff following not only a brass knuckle shot, but a cradle piledriver to the floor. She’s got an ice pack on the back of her neck, which she’s holding in place whilst a member of the medical team is finishing performing concussion checks, specifically shining a light in her eyes to test for reaction. After a moment, the medic nods and tells Trixie she’s good to go, before leaving the room. Trixie slowly looks at the camera and sighs, she goes to move a little and winces.
“Oh damn. My head! Never been hit with brass knuckles before, and I can’t say I enjoyed that! I certainly didn’t like being piledriven on the floor either. What the hell was with that from Masterson? As the boss would say, “what a cockwomble”. Heh, that word and insult always makes me chuckle. The British are so inventive with cursing and I’m all for it.”
She smirks.
“Speaking of the boss, I’d like to know why he stood by whilst that little extracurricular was occurring. I appreciate he’s trying to be hands off, but the Rob Arnold I know wouldn’t hesitate to get involved. Sure, he’s been a little off since El Rey kicked him square in his crown jewels on NLW programming a couple weeks back, and hey, whilst I don’t have the same plumbing he does to empathise, it sure looked like it sucked. Still, whilst I’m not after his protection, I would have sure appreciated him stopping that piledriver.”
She puts the ice pack down, seemingly happy it’s done it’s job.
“Still, that doesn’t change the fact that I lost, just when I was starting to feel like I was on a roll. Sure, Masterson couldn’t do the job cleanly, but the record books will show that I took the big L. I’ve gotta’ get out of my head pretty quickly and not dwell on it, I’ve gotta’ keep looking forward because I know just how good I am, and cheap shots from guys who are desperate to stay relevant are not going to change that. Besides, this business has a habit of offering redemption up, and I’m sure I’ll get mine on mister Era of Education.”
She gives air quotes to Era of Education with a mocking tone.
“Honestly, I may have been knocked out but he was so cheesy I came round thinking I was in a damn pizza place.” She shakes her head dismissively, which prompts another wince. “Anyway, I have to move forward. I don’t care if they wanna’ hold me back here, I know I’m one of the best on this roster. It’s getting hard to be patient. Every level playing field I’ve been on, I’ve taken a win. If UPW brass don’t want to see that, maybe I force their hand by showing off elsewhere! Maybe I turn up on another XHF show, or maybe I enter the XHF Rumble…it would be pretty hard for them to ignore me eliminating CJ Walker. I know Rob’s not decided on if I enter or not. But hell, I’m not afraid to go over his head if I want to.”
At that moment we hear the door open once more, and Rob Arnold walks in. He looks at her inquisitively.
“All clear?”
“All good to go when you are.” She replies.
“Good…” He glances at the camera and then back at her. “What were you talking about? I could swear I heard you mention my name as I was getting to the door?”
“Uhhh…nothing important.” She lies. “Just telling the world that I love how you say cockwomble.”
Arnold’s eyes narrow, he’s not too sure he’s being told the truth. He does however, opt to move on.
“Using TV time to talk about that is…” He shakes his head and waves a hand around dismissively. “Actually forget it, I should know by now you and Riley aren’t exactly what I would call normal.”
“Don’t worry boss, we think the same about you.”
Trixie smiles sweetly as if it take the edge off the insult. Despite that, Arnold’s nostrils flare a little, but he eventually sighs and pulls his phone from his pocket.
“Anyway...Take a look at this.”
Trixie takes the phone and scans it, she looks back at Rob as she hands the phone back with a look of surprise.
“Is this for real?”
“This is very for real. Time to put that cockwomble in the rear view mirror!”
“Agreed!" She catches herself and frowns. "Electricity though? Seems a bit wild.”
“Seems like a big mess, Trixie…and we know how much you love to make a mess.”
They both smile and Arnold extends a hand, she takes it and hops off the table.
“Back to work, then!”
They exit and we fade to black.
Backstage
We cut to Trixie Mars backstage, she’s in the trainers’ room and being assessed by medical staff following not only a brass knuckle shot, but a cradle piledriver to the floor. She’s got an ice pack on the back of her neck, which she’s holding in place whilst a member of the medical team is finishing performing concussion checks, specifically shining a light in her eyes to test for reaction. After a moment, the medic nods and tells Trixie she’s good to go, before leaving the room. Trixie slowly looks at the camera and sighs, she goes to move a little and winces.
“Oh damn. My head! Never been hit with brass knuckles before, and I can’t say I enjoyed that! I certainly didn’t like being piledriven on the floor either. What the hell was with that from Masterson? As the boss would say, “what a cockwomble”. Heh, that word and insult always makes me chuckle. The British are so inventive with cursing and I’m all for it.”
She smirks.
“Speaking of the boss, I’d like to know why he stood by whilst that little extracurricular was occurring. I appreciate he’s trying to be hands off, but the Rob Arnold I know wouldn’t hesitate to get involved. Sure, he’s been a little off since El Rey kicked him square in his crown jewels on NLW programming a couple weeks back, and hey, whilst I don’t have the same plumbing he does to empathise, it sure looked like it sucked. Still, whilst I’m not after his protection, I would have sure appreciated him stopping that piledriver.”
She puts the ice pack down, seemingly happy it’s done it’s job.
“Still, that doesn’t change the fact that I lost, just when I was starting to feel like I was on a roll. Sure, Masterson couldn’t do the job cleanly, but the record books will show that I took the big L. I’ve gotta’ get out of my head pretty quickly and not dwell on it, I’ve gotta’ keep looking forward because I know just how good I am, and cheap shots from guys who are desperate to stay relevant are not going to change that. Besides, this business has a habit of offering redemption up, and I’m sure I’ll get mine on mister Era of Education.”
She gives air quotes to Era of Education with a mocking tone.
“Honestly, I may have been knocked out but he was so cheesy I came round thinking I was in a damn pizza place.” She shakes her head dismissively, which prompts another wince. “Anyway, I have to move forward. I don’t care if they wanna’ hold me back here, I know I’m one of the best on this roster. It’s getting hard to be patient. Every level playing field I’ve been on, I’ve taken a win. If UPW brass don’t want to see that, maybe I force their hand by showing off elsewhere! Maybe I turn up on another XHF show, or maybe I enter the XHF Rumble…it would be pretty hard for them to ignore me eliminating CJ Walker. I know Rob’s not decided on if I enter or not. But hell, I’m not afraid to go over his head if I want to.”
At that moment we hear the door open once more, and Rob Arnold walks in. He looks at her inquisitively.
“All clear?”
“All good to go when you are.” She replies.
“Good…” He glances at the camera and then back at her. “What were you talking about? I could swear I heard you mention my name as I was getting to the door?”
“Uhhh…nothing important.” She lies. “Just telling the world that I love how you say cockwomble.”
Arnold’s eyes narrow, he’s not too sure he’s being told the truth. He does however, opt to move on.
“Using TV time to talk about that is…” He shakes his head and waves a hand around dismissively. “Actually forget it, I should know by now you and Riley aren’t exactly what I would call normal.”
“Don’t worry boss, we think the same about you.”
Trixie smiles sweetly as if it take the edge off the insult. Despite that, Arnold’s nostrils flare a little, but he eventually sighs and pulls his phone from his pocket.
“Anyway...Take a look at this.”
Trixie takes the phone and scans it, she looks back at Rob as she hands the phone back with a look of surprise.
“Is this for real?”
“This is very for real. Time to put that cockwomble in the rear view mirror!”
“Agreed!" She catches herself and frowns. "Electricity though? Seems a bit wild.”
“Seems like a big mess, Trixie…and we know how much you love to make a mess.”
They both smile and Arnold extends a hand, she takes it and hops off the table.
“Back to work, then!”
They exit and we fade to black.
