Post by Merry Christmas on Oct 18, 2017 19:05:49 GMT -5
INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - TRAINING ROOM - 16TH OCTOBER, 2017
Trixie is seen in her home, in the training room driving a superkick into a body bag. Her fierce grunts can be heard. Then her blue hat is seen on the ring apron resting while we hear Trixie deliver kick after kick again. Just Trixie's foot is seen impacting on the bag which has a man's outline drawn on it. Trixie's shots are strictly directed below the neck on the spine crosshairs Trixie sprayed on the outline.
TRIXIE:
"Take my title shot, will you. It was Jazmyn vs. Trixie.”
"Take my title shot, will you. It was Jazmyn vs. Trixie.”
Trixie's shots fired down towards the back again. Beside the head are two letters. "J" above the left shoulder and "T" above the right. Trixie now begins displaying ambidextrous superkicking ability as she kicks with her right and then swaps to her left leg. Each connection causes the red timer to rest back to 00:00 and Trixie is in the midst of training her timing on her superkicks. She glances at the little note she's stuck to the body bag: "The fastest superkick in NGW" as a goal for her. Her sharp hazel eyes fixed on the goal before Trixie unloads a baker's dozen worth of superkicks into the body bag before she backs away. Underneath the red clock now counting up shows a green count of how many shots Trixie landed. A grand total of 174 kicks landed as Trixie picks up her towel to wipe her sweat away.
She hangs the towel around her neck and looks to the door where she walks with a huge, exasperated sigh with tense shoulders. Her hair in a ponytail bouncing on her walk. Trixie steps out of the training room and looks back over her shoulder to the bag with grimace. A look that could kill as she walks out, getting the light.
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INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - BEDROOM - 16TH OCTOBER, 2017
Trixie stands passing before a camera. The Trixie Championship on her bed as she wears a white tank top, some uggs and sweatpants. Trixie rubs her face with her hands before stopping and looks up with her eyes. She pulls out her phone and navigates to the NGW videos to pull up Hope's video from the C2Con. Skimming through it with her finger on the play dot scrolling to the right. Trixie nods and then puts her phone down next to the Trixie title.
TRIXIE:
"So. Hope. "Didn't win the All-Female Invitational". "Won the United States title for like the whole Championship Wrestling Coalition". "Force Pro's first Mid-Atlantic champion".
I'm totally paraphrasing the last one. But that does mean I'm facing a former but reigning champion. I can list my resume too, it's longer because I've had more experience but I haven't got time for that.
With what happened at the C2Con show, that BULLYING his way into the title scene, I am training for Jack Tillman. And you've totally just made yourself a tool to my training. Beating a reigning champion is going to be oddly symbolic as I grow closer to Tillman. Hope, I've beaten Chuck Matthews. I'd show you his name crossed out on my list but why waste time when I have a match to prepare for against you.”
"So. Hope. "Didn't win the All-Female Invitational". "Won the United States title for like the whole Championship Wrestling Coalition". "Force Pro's first Mid-Atlantic champion".
I'm totally paraphrasing the last one. But that does mean I'm facing a former but reigning champion. I can list my resume too, it's longer because I've had more experience but I haven't got time for that.
With what happened at the C2Con show, that BULLYING his way into the title scene, I am training for Jack Tillman. And you've totally just made yourself a tool to my training. Beating a reigning champion is going to be oddly symbolic as I grow closer to Tillman. Hope, I've beaten Chuck Matthews. I'd show you his name crossed out on my list but why waste time when I have a match to prepare for against you.”
Trixie wags her finger as she closes her statement and then clenches it into a fist. Biting her cheeks visibly, preparing for her match obviously ended in a cheap switcheroo in her mind and against someone she highly disliked.
TRIXIE:
"Because you're "a fighting champion", why wouldn't I? I'm a fighting champion to be. My title? On the shoulder of a man I physically loath and..”
"Because you're "a fighting champion", why wouldn't I? I'm a fighting champion to be. My title? On the shoulder of a man I physically loath and..”
Trixie turns her head in mild disgust. A silent but big breath from her. She rubs her hands together with vigour and anger she's currently holding on to.
TRIXIE:
"Hope Cassidy on the other hand is just spreading her wings here. She's getting her start and it didn't go as she…planned. That's the way things go in this business. I mean, when you plan to face a great gal and some weasel shoves his way into her spot instead? Not exactly the scheduled opponent I had. I don't understand why he was allowed to pull that kind of stunt. It's not the first time he's done it.”
"Hope Cassidy on the other hand is just spreading her wings here. She's getting her start and it didn't go as she…planned. That's the way things go in this business. I mean, when you plan to face a great gal and some weasel shoves his way into her spot instead? Not exactly the scheduled opponent I had. I don't understand why he was allowed to pull that kind of stunt. It's not the first time he's done it.”
Trixie's lips smack together with her nostrils flared as she holds her hand up and squeezes it tightly into a fist that she pushes to her lip, clearly frustrated.
TRIXIE:
"So Hope has unfortunately got to be the girl for me to unload these built up and built up and built up frustrations I have whenever Tillman pulls one of these stunts. It just comes all flooding back how he bullies his way to the ring and I apologize in advance, Hope, I'm not going to be in the greatest of moods with the fact Tillman has another title match.
So you can be the winner of the All-Female Invitational, hold all the gold in all the wrestling world, it doesn't shield or armour you from the Superkick Sentry Gun, The Prime Girl, Bad Kitty. Yours Truly. ”
"So Hope has unfortunately got to be the girl for me to unload these built up and built up and built up frustrations I have whenever Tillman pulls one of these stunts. It just comes all flooding back how he bullies his way to the ring and I apologize in advance, Hope, I'm not going to be in the greatest of moods with the fact Tillman has another title match.
So you can be the winner of the All-Female Invitational, hold all the gold in all the wrestling world, it doesn't shield or armour you from the Superkick Sentry Gun, The Prime Girl, Bad Kitty. Yours Truly. ”
Trixie points towards herself with both hands.
TRIXIE:
"Because I have two weeks to train. To train and train and train to beat this man. If Julianna can beat Tillman, I can too. If Chuck Matthews can you, so can I. After this training, speeding up, I'm totally going to be unstoppable on everyone. Everyone.”
"Because I have two weeks to train. To train and train and train to beat this man. If Julianna can beat Tillman, I can too. If Chuck Matthews can you, so can I. After this training, speeding up, I'm totally going to be unstoppable on everyone. Everyone.”
Trixie glares at the camera. Fierce and grabs her gym bag just below the camera frame as she walks off.
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INT. TRIXIE'S HOME - TRAINING ROOM - 16TH OCTOBER, 2017
Trixie is back at the spot she was before. Kicking her the bag with a male outline. "J" and "T" either side of the man's head but no kick lands anywhere near his chin or above. Every superkick slams into the outline's body, knee, solar plexus. Trixie shows her evolution, her nickname of the Spitfire Superkick Sentry-Gun with the green count now around 220, every one of them landing anywhere but the opponent's head. Trixie was clearly learning from her mistakes in the ring.
