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[Majestic] Brittany Lohan vs. [New Wave] Christine Marsh; Legends Bracket - Regular Match
Topic Started: Feb 19 2012, 04:17 PM (298 Views)
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Christine Marsh

~| Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned |~

“The thing women have yet to learn is nobody gives you power. You just take it.” - Roseanne Barr

The scene opens inside the run-down office of the Old UCW Arena, where New Wave takes its primary base, located in Ashton, England. A temporary, dark purple carpet effortlessly lays over the concrete floor and a layer of thick, white paint hangs loosely from the cracked walls in a desperate attempt to hide its imperfections. At the far side of the room is an oak desk, complete with a synthetic, marble counter. Two small, leather seats rest in front of this and behind is another, taller chair, where New Wave owner Chris Sharp sits. Three stern knocks attack the door.

"Come in!"

He bellows. The door opens, unveiling a woman sprawling against the frame, giving the Majestic viewers their first glimpse of Christine Marsh. She is attired in a pair of black, pleather pants that stretch down to the ankle, accompanied by her rhinestone slippers. She also dons a tartan blouse, tied at the bottom much like the fashion of a stereotypical schoolgirl, which is covered by her fierce red hair that blazes down like the wild, Scottish moors.

"Ah, Christine..."

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Sharp?"

She inquires with a thick, Scottish accent rolling out of her blood red lips. Sharp stands, if only to show off his expensive suit.

"I wanted to talk to you about God of Wrestling. It's an interpromotional tournament that Majestic Wrestling's hosting."

"God of Wrestling? It's not like a professional wrestling organisation to hold any sort of prejudice against women..."

She sarcastically scoff. Sharp holds out his hand suggestively towards the chair and so Christine begins to slink across the room. Upon reaching the desk, she pulls out one of the smaller chairs and collapses into it. Sharp then retakes his seat.

"Look, Chris... I hope you haven't turned into a complete pussy. This better not just be a way to make New Wave some friends in the biz, 'cause if it is, then I'm not interested."

"It's nothing like that. Promise. But New Wave is on the up; we're rising fast. Trouble is... we're struggling to maintain any kind of TV deal."

"And?"

"What better way to secure our future than showing the world that we really are wrestling upgraded!?"

"And what do I get in return?"

"A shot at Majestic's Premier Championship."

Christine's pale face turns black from her disappointment. She shoots her cold, blue eyes towards Sharp, piercing through his soul.

"Are you kidding me? Why the hell would I want that? I'd rather have my intestines on display around my waist than that piece of tin. No offence, Mr. Sharp, but I have a match with William Jones coming up that I really need to prepare for."

Christine begins to lift herself up off of the chair, as Sharp sits back with a sinister smile, catching her attention.

"You will compete in God of Wrestling, Miss Marsh, and do you wanna know why?"

"Do tell..."

"Two words for you, Christine... James Stall!"

He announces. Christins lowers herself back down and the two share silence for a moment. She seductively crosses her legs with a look of ambivalence, torn between excitement and confusion.

"D'you know what'd really piss William Jones off? What would really get under his skin? Beating the living hell out of his nephew."

An evil grin stretches from ear to ear on Christine's face. She uncrosses her legs and leans forward, pressing her bony fingers firmly into the counter.

"Where do I sign?"

She calmly interrogates. Sharp chuckles softly, sliding a sheet of paper across the desk. He offers Christine his golden pen, which she snatches from him to scribble down her signature as the scene fades out to black.

“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task, since it consists principally in dealing with men”. - Joseph Conrad
The scene reopens to the hallways of the Royal Majestic Casino. Stepping through the doors is Christine, now wearing her patented tartan skirt with black, fishnet stockings and a black vest. She stands with her legs apart with a black, duffel bag attached to her shoulder. She looks around at the white walls, sardonically surveying her surroundings.

"From one shithole to another. At least this place has a little more charm than the dumps New Wave have to offer."

She mutters. The camera follows as Christine begins to stroll down the corridor, casually sinking one foot after the other until coming to a halt. She turns to face a poster on the wall depicting the God of Wrestling tournament. Beside this is a list of the competitors she will be potentially facing in the near-future. She quickly glances at the names written down.

"Och, it's a regular sausage-fest. Luckily for me, my balls are probably bigger than anyone else in this tournament."

She snaps, devilishly staring at the camera for a moment before returning her focus to the poster.

"I see a lot of familiar faces here. How unfortunate. But on the plus side, there's lots of fresh meat for me to sink my teeth into. I'm sure lots of people here have heard of me... and no doubt there's a fair few who haven't been paying attention. Don't worry, I'm not offended. Truth be told, I prefer it that way. New Wave is starting to bore me now... every week I'm put against someone who's terrified of me, whether they care to admit it or not, and they simply become my play things. I'm drowning in the amount of toys I have in that place. But it's different here. People are gonna head into the ring thinking it's just gonna be another ordinary wrestling match, but I guarantee they won't be leaving with the same thought. That is... if I allow them to leave at all."

Christine raises her skinny finger up to the wrestler list and begins to run it down the brackets until she reaches her match. Her red fake nail begins to tap over the name of her opponent, Brittany Lohan.

"Ah, I see I've been booked against another lass. So much for equality in the workplace."

Christine now turns her attention to the camera, staring right into the lens.

"Brittany Lohan. From what I gather, you're not everybody's cup o' tea around here. Looks like you go around doing what you want... saying what you want... causing pain, and I respect that. Honestly, I do. But listen up, lassie, there's only enough room in this tournament for one bitch and The Highlander from Hell has already signed her name."

Sensing that her pernicious rage is spilling out, Christine takes a moment to calm herself down. She reaches into her duffel bag and pulls out a packet of Marlboro, sliding a cigarette out and resting it in her mouth. She then retrieves her light from her pocket and flips the metal lid back to light the cigarette.

"So, Britanny. I want you to know exactly what you're in for... because once you step into the ring, I can't be held responsible for what happens. I'll see you in hell."

Christine takes a drag of her cigarette. With one last smile, she blows the smoke out, filling the screen in its entirety before the scene fades out to black once more with the Majestic Wrestling logo printed on it.
Edited by Christine Marsh, Mar 5 2012, 12:01 PM.
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Off Camera.

Brittany Lohan leaned against a shiny silver locker watching on as her younger sister sat on a black steel folding chair on the other side of the room, with her back facing her older sister, Dawn Lohan broke down and cried. Losing the tag team championship match earlier that night was the toughest loss for Dawn Lohan professionally. She had suffered many losses over the course of her two year career, her two chances to become the Commonwealth New England Champion come first to mind.

But this one? Losing to Air Raid hit harder then both of those failures combined. Majestic's Call to Power pay per view was Dawn's first championship match since making her triumphant return back to wrestling, she desperately wanted to win not only for her big sister, she also needed to win for her deceased mother. With a championship opportunity squandered who knew when The Lohans would receive another shot at the belts. The team of Brandy Danielle and Brianti Four Eyes were quickly moving in on The Lohan's territory, and with Air Raid entitled to a rematch, it could be months before The Lohans are awarded another chance at the titles.

Brittany sighed. She walked to the locker room door prepared to go God knows where. She placed her hand on the doorknob, this broke Dawn's attention away from her over dramatic bellyaching.

“Are you mad at me?” Dawn quivered.

Brittany removed her hand from the door. She readily searched her brain for the correct response for this delicate situation. She could never be characterized for being the most sensitive human being in the world. Serving five years in prison has that effect on most normal people, that would assume Brittany was the paragon of virtue before her stint in the Las Angeles Institute For Women. When she was growing up she strangled a young boy for the sole purpose of marveling at his eyes rolling to the back of his head. She thought that was cool. And another time she had sex with a female friend of her in her father's church office. She wanted get a rise out of him. When he found out about her degenerate act the abhorrent expression on his way was well worth the obsessive carpet burn.

Brittany looked over her shoulder, satisfied with the answer she glibly said. “You were great, Dawnie. We'll get them next time.”

“But Team B-Squa--”

Brittany broke out laughing. “Who?” She couldn't believe Dawn was going to mention the newest sister tandem by name. Brandi and Ms. Four Eyes didn't deserve a smidgen of respect as far as Brittany Lohan was concerned. Why did Team B-Squared have the audacity to infringe on Dawn and Brittany's claim of being the top sister duo in Majestic Wrestling. The sooner Brandi and Four eyes accepted they were the second best sister duo, the easier their time in Majestic Wrestling was going to be.

“Brandy and Britani Four Eyes?”

“Who are they?” Brittany condescendingly asked again. “Let 'The Nerd Squad' have their fun. I have better things to do anyway, I suggest you do the same.”

“What am I supposed do while you have fun in the God of Wrestling tournament?”

Brittany blinked in astonishment. “Excuse me.”

She marched over to her sister, instinctively Dawnie popped up to her feet, if Brittany was going to try anything she needed to at the very least prepare herself for a fight. She wanted to believe her own sister would not lay a finger on her. Hello, she's a psychopath, at any moment she was liable to lash out. Brittany sternly pointed at her younger sister.

“Is it my fault you're sitting on the sidelines? No. So stop complaining.”

Dawn barked back. “I'm not complaining.”

Brittany folded her arms against her chest.

“You could have signed up for the God of Wrestling tournament too. We could have ran that tournament.”

Dawn stomped her feet.

“I don't care about God of Wrestling!” The intensity radiating behind her emerald green eyes flared up to volcanic levels. “I care about being Camaraderie Champion, I thought you did too.”

“Park the attitude.” Brittany snarled.

Dawn folded her arms against her chest. Was she nervous? She was. It wasn't the Lohan fighting spirit to back down from volcanic situations like the one she found herself in. She was going to stand her ground, even it that meant Brittany driving her pretty little head through one of the steel blue lockers.

“We came to here as a team, Brittany. A damn team. Next thing I know, you're participating in a tournament you have the potential to win. Where does that leave me? On the sidelines. What if Air Raid uses their rematch clause? What happens if Team B-Squared proves themselves? If could be months before we earn another--”

Brittany covered her ears.

“WILL YOU STOP WHINING!”

Her sister's monstrous screaming forced the youngest Lohan to back off three steps from her original position. Suddenly, Brittany sported a well meaning smirk. She unblocked her ears, safe with the knowledge her sister was done 'crying.'

“Look on the bright side. You get to spend quality time with that boyfriend of yours.”

“And how will that help us regain momentum?” Dawn huffed.

Brittany shrugged.

“I never said it did.” Brittany smiled coldly. “When he jams his dick down your throat, you can't complain.”

Dawn gasped. Brittany ignored her sister's apparent shock. “Or if you don't love that piece of advice try this. Do something. Anything. Challenge Lance Peterson for the Heritage Championship. He did whine about seeking vengeance against you. Beat him to the punch. Take that steel chair you were crying on. Wrap it around his thick skull. He'll put his precious title on the line and when he does, shock the world.”

“But I-”

“Stop it, Dawnie. Stop... it. You want action? I have a a sea of victims to mow down. Your job is to keep your name in the discussion while I'm busy. Now. Are you continue to whine? Or, will you keep BOTH our names in the discussion?”

Dawn didn't always appreciate Brittany's pull no punches style. She wished her sister had the capacity to show signs of tenderness. At the same time, if it wasn't for Brittany she wouldn't be the strong minded, tough as nails young woman she had grown to become. If it wasn't for Brittany “encouraging” her to continue her wrestling career, there's a very real chance Dawn would still be holed away in her quaint little apartment back in San Diego wishing her mother was still alive. She wiped away the tears. She nodded.

“I'll try.”

Brittany spun around, she walked back to the entrance to the women's locker room. Grabbing the doorknob she fired back. “Trying isn't good enough!” She opened the door. She looked over her shoulder one last time, in hiss life fashion she uttered. “Don't let me down.”

Brittany slammed the locker room door behind her on her way out.




On Camera.
Promo Time


[There was no need to flag down the Majestic camera crew to make flight arrangements to meet Brittany Lohan in a location other then Las Vegas, she was already stationed in “The City of Angels.” Supreme Championship Wrestling was hosting their Retribution pay per view in Majestic Wrestling's backyard. All the camera crew needed to do was meet the former number one contender to the Camaraderie Championship inside the confines of a dimly lit Gun Range. Brittany is wearing a black wife beater t-shirt, black jeans and black boots. She has a Colt 45 firmly gripped in her right hand.

Brittany points her Colt 45 in the direction of her target in the far corner of the room, firmly using her free hand to hold the gun in place she fired a deafening shot right through the bullseye. She brings the barrel of the gun to her lips, calmly she blows away the smoke from the gun. She jams the Colt 45 into the gun holster attached to her right side. Finally piercing into the camera she says glibly.]

Brittany Lohan: There is a man in this tournament who I have a bit of an odd relationship with. His name is Jake Starr. Nearly two years ago, Jake and I were involved in a heated war at my other place of employment, Supreme Championship Wrestling. I was a member of The Infamous. He was a member of The Brotherhood. At SCW Gang Rulz, my partner and I challenged Starr and his little rat bastard of a partner for the World Tag Team Championships. Awesome match. Very competitive. He brought the fight that night. What I remember most from that pay per view was Jakey rolling me up in the middle of the ring.

I've never taken losing very well. Every time I lose, I feel as though apart of me dies. You know how it is. When you pride yourself on being the most dominant woman in the company, anyone who manages to get lucky messes with you a little. That loss still lingers with me. For two years I have wanted to get Jakey Boy in the ring to avenge the defeat. Two years have passed. The bad blood from that war is over. I'm no longer a member of The Infamous. That doesn't change what happened that night.

I know what Jake is capable of. I fully expect “The Social Misfit” to advance to the second round.
Know what that means?

[A heartless, calculating, sadistic smirk materializes on Lohan's face.]

Brittany Lohan: It's really, really, really going to suck to be you this Sunday.

[There's a down right morbid level of coldness in the manner Brittany delivered her words. You can't blame Lohan for setting her sights on a target, that's what she has done her entire five year career, that same single minded cold blooded attitude made her a former GDW Undisputed Champion. Christine was going to find out in their first round match how blood thirsty Brittany Lohan is up close and personal.]

Brittany Lohan: Its makes no difference to me what wrestling company you come from. You could've come from Supreme Championship Wrestling. Commonwealth Wrestling. New Era, New Age or United Wrestling Alliance. Your name could be Lance Peterson, Stacy Kissinger, The Black Mamba or Mother Theresa. Anyone, and I do mean... ANYONE could've been sacrificed to me... unfortunately for you Christine, that unlucky sacrifice was you. I wish it wasn't. Not because I'm afraid of you as you claim your victims in New Wave Wrestling are. The truth is... I like you.

I appreciate your attitude. I appreciate the depths you're willing to sink to to gain an edge. Any woman who is willing to fake her own death to gain a competitive edge on their victim is a cold hearted bitch I could picture myself sharing a couple of cold beers with. So you're drowning in toys to play with? How can I not love your attitude? It is as if you and I are kindred spirits. Its quite unfortunate really I am going to abuse you like an abusive parent shaking to death their eight month old infant. Forget shaken baby syndrome? How does cracked ribs? A bruised sternum. How does a ruptured disc tickle your fancy?

My new found fondness for you WON'T hold me back. “Sorry.” There are consequences for standing in my way. You have two choices. One... you can lay down. Allow me to advance to round two. That way I won't feel guilty making an example out of you. Or option number two. You stand up to me like I am expecting you too. You put up one hell of a fight, you force me to make an example out of you, and when I am good and ready I will take your head off with “For Your Eyes Only.”

[Brittany snapped her fingers.]

Brittany Lohan: There you go. The easy way, or the hard way. Chose wisely. Your career depends on it.

[… and with that the scene fades to black.]
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