Post by Robbie A on Aug 4, 2022 12:26:07 GMT -5
Fade in, Trixie Mars is sat backstage on some production crates following her win over Cheez. Dressed in her street gear, legs crossed, she flashes a smile at the camera.
“That was a load of fun tonight, NLW, and the best part is despite it being the end of the G1 group stages, Little Miss Mars is heading to the semi-finals against the only guy who’s been here as long as Leon Chant, I’m obviously talking about Scott Hampton. When I first came on the scene here, a lot of people would say Scott Hampton, always the bridesmaid-“
“But always a needy bitch.” Rob Arnold casually, yet cuttingly says as he walks through the middle of the shot, smirking at the camera as he does.
“You know that’s not the line!” She sighs and shakes her head. “Anyway, ‘till you took that title away from the Generation X classic sex pest, that was certainly true, you being forever a bridesmaid that is…you’re still a bit of a bitch.”
She giggles.
“Then again, have you really become the bride, Scott? Sure, there’s some prestige there, but where’s the Southern States Title wins? Where’s the NLW Heavyweight Title wins? You’ve had a handful of opportunities, more than I have ever been given anyway, and each time you come up short. Hell, if you didn’t waste your time turning on your mentor in what I can only describe as a case of the Traywick’s-”
“Stop being so subtle Trixie, just say the bloke small dick energy.” Rob walks back the other way, this time not even looking at the camera, and prompting an eye roll from Trixie.
“Anyway, if you weren’t so busy doing that, maybe you’d have been a bit further along than getting all excited about the No Limits Title, maybe you wouldn’t need to be in this tournament because you wouldn’t have wasted one of your chances. Instead, here you are, in my way before the finals of the G1 and a potential Heavyweight Title shot.” She raises a finger. “Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t running before I can walk, I see the finish line but there’s a lotta’ race to be run, and I’m not going to discount the fact that you’ve beaten Sexton Love, you’ve brushed past Casmir, and you won the war with Miyazaki. You don’t do that by fluke, you know and so do I. The stakes are getting higher now though, Scott, and when they do, you go full twenty-seven dresses and watch on as somebody else simply wants it more.”
She leans forward a little.
“And this won’t be any different. You see, I came here with a chip on my shoulder, but I still had to produce the goods, and I’ve done just that. I knew I was good, but now I’m believing just how good I can be, just how good I will be. I’m feeling so good that perhaps I’m not the underdog for much longer, perhaps I am destined for something more. I’m still figuring some of that out, but one thing’s for sure, I don’t want to be like you, Scott. I want to be the bitch, not a whiney bitch, and I want to be the bride, and not the bridesmaid that you will once again find yourself to be once we’re through. Although I bet you’d look stunning in a little A-Line number, or maybe something off shoulder?”
Trixie giggles once again.
“Sorry, I’m having my fun now, because the real hard work is coming. Unlike you I still have a mentor because I’m not the jealous type. I guess people like you are just destined to be on their own, right?” A smirk creeps across her face. “I’ll see you in a couple weeks, Scott, you won’t miss me, I’ll be the one in white.”
Trixie winks.
“And not unlike a wedding, there could be tears, your tears, after I make such a mess of you.“
“It’ll be as upsetting as the beatdown your ex-mentor got at Fired Up!” Rob Arnold once again flashes past, mischief written all over his face, and this time Trixie seems to have had enough.
“I…I’m sorry about him, he’s been particularly bitchy lately…” She uncrosses her legs and hops down, before chasing after Arnold. “Hey! Do you mind?!”
“I saw the smile...you do find me funny!”
“…you’re insufferable.”
The pair continue to back and forth off camera as we fade to black.
“That was a load of fun tonight, NLW, and the best part is despite it being the end of the G1 group stages, Little Miss Mars is heading to the semi-finals against the only guy who’s been here as long as Leon Chant, I’m obviously talking about Scott Hampton. When I first came on the scene here, a lot of people would say Scott Hampton, always the bridesmaid-“
“But always a needy bitch.” Rob Arnold casually, yet cuttingly says as he walks through the middle of the shot, smirking at the camera as he does.
“You know that’s not the line!” She sighs and shakes her head. “Anyway, ‘till you took that title away from the Generation X classic sex pest, that was certainly true, you being forever a bridesmaid that is…you’re still a bit of a bitch.”
She giggles.
“Then again, have you really become the bride, Scott? Sure, there’s some prestige there, but where’s the Southern States Title wins? Where’s the NLW Heavyweight Title wins? You’ve had a handful of opportunities, more than I have ever been given anyway, and each time you come up short. Hell, if you didn’t waste your time turning on your mentor in what I can only describe as a case of the Traywick’s-”
“Stop being so subtle Trixie, just say the bloke small dick energy.” Rob walks back the other way, this time not even looking at the camera, and prompting an eye roll from Trixie.
“Anyway, if you weren’t so busy doing that, maybe you’d have been a bit further along than getting all excited about the No Limits Title, maybe you wouldn’t need to be in this tournament because you wouldn’t have wasted one of your chances. Instead, here you are, in my way before the finals of the G1 and a potential Heavyweight Title shot.” She raises a finger. “Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t running before I can walk, I see the finish line but there’s a lotta’ race to be run, and I’m not going to discount the fact that you’ve beaten Sexton Love, you’ve brushed past Casmir, and you won the war with Miyazaki. You don’t do that by fluke, you know and so do I. The stakes are getting higher now though, Scott, and when they do, you go full twenty-seven dresses and watch on as somebody else simply wants it more.”
She leans forward a little.
“And this won’t be any different. You see, I came here with a chip on my shoulder, but I still had to produce the goods, and I’ve done just that. I knew I was good, but now I’m believing just how good I can be, just how good I will be. I’m feeling so good that perhaps I’m not the underdog for much longer, perhaps I am destined for something more. I’m still figuring some of that out, but one thing’s for sure, I don’t want to be like you, Scott. I want to be the bitch, not a whiney bitch, and I want to be the bride, and not the bridesmaid that you will once again find yourself to be once we’re through. Although I bet you’d look stunning in a little A-Line number, or maybe something off shoulder?”
Trixie giggles once again.
“Sorry, I’m having my fun now, because the real hard work is coming. Unlike you I still have a mentor because I’m not the jealous type. I guess people like you are just destined to be on their own, right?” A smirk creeps across her face. “I’ll see you in a couple weeks, Scott, you won’t miss me, I’ll be the one in white.”
Trixie winks.
“And not unlike a wedding, there could be tears, your tears, after I make such a mess of you.“
“It’ll be as upsetting as the beatdown your ex-mentor got at Fired Up!” Rob Arnold once again flashes past, mischief written all over his face, and this time Trixie seems to have had enough.
“I…I’m sorry about him, he’s been particularly bitchy lately…” She uncrosses her legs and hops down, before chasing after Arnold. “Hey! Do you mind?!”
“I saw the smile...you do find me funny!”
“…you’re insufferable.”
The pair continue to back and forth off camera as we fade to black.
