Post by Trixie on Apr 12, 2016 2:06:55 GMT
Date: April 3rd.
INTERIOR. TRIXIE'S HOME - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie currently nursing her injury she suffered at the hands of Eliza Valentine. While wearing a soft white sleeveless blouse, her back has been bandaged up with what we can see on the table is a heatpack to aid in the healing process. Trixie's feet in a small, but yet expensive, foot bath and enjoying a nibble on a box of chocolates on the table, chocolate bon bons, Trixie's favorite candy confectionry. The card on the table is face-down and unseen as she soothes her back while leaning into her padded chair with her legs crossed over. Trixie's feet having a pair of white, clean white socks with a blue stripe near to the hemline and goes up halfway on her calf. She has on a pair of near matching blue short shorts on when her phone beeps from behind her. Trixie jolts to try and reach around and is stopped by her own injury.
Trixie: Ouch. Damn It, heal me heatpad, that's what the box says
Trixie has to stand up and turn around to grab her phone from the charging port, and flicks through her numerous notifications she's missed while applying the cream. We can see a number of likes on her first Instagram Post by many of her male fans 18-35+ years but her eyes are drawn to a specific message from the VWS booking agent, who messaged Trixie about a booking for the debut episode of Tuesday Night Tenacity. Her excitement is cut short when she tries to raise her fist in celebration and causes another jolt of pain, Trixie's back tensed up from the steps
Trixie: Ugh, but yay! The VWS want...need me back and to main event no less. Duh. Main Event in their debut episode and get in the ratings, as only I can. I better take it easy though. Let this back pain go and then get some serious cardio training in, look my absolute best for the crowd and whoever maybe watching. I looked hot as hell in the Hype Video so I have to meet that standard.....
Trixie pauses as her moment of flash happens, imagining a large series of outfits and combinations she could put together from her current wardrobe as well as some she'd seen (and bookmarked) from window shopping in the city and online from the comfort of her own home. But her flash ends as she remembers she's wrestling as well as looking good, and goes back to the phone
Trixie: But....I've got to go and get myself in tip top condition for the main event. They could be expecting a long match. I don't plan on letting whoever I end up facing last long against me.
Trixie sits back down, and re-enters her feet into the warm water of her foot bath as she carefully puts her back into the seat and goes to her phone for some distraction from her current pain, as the feed ends entirely.
INTERIOR. TRIXIE'S HOME - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie currently nursing her injury she suffered at the hands of Eliza Valentine. While wearing a soft white sleeveless blouse, her back has been bandaged up with what we can see on the table is a heatpack to aid in the healing process. Trixie's feet in a small, but yet expensive, foot bath and enjoying a nibble on a box of chocolates on the table, chocolate bon bons, Trixie's favorite candy confectionry. The card on the table is face-down and unseen as she soothes her back while leaning into her padded chair with her legs crossed over. Trixie's feet having a pair of white, clean white socks with a blue stripe near to the hemline and goes up halfway on her calf. She has on a pair of near matching blue short shorts on when her phone beeps from behind her. Trixie jolts to try and reach around and is stopped by her own injury.
Trixie: Ouch. Damn It, heal me heatpad, that's what the box says
Trixie has to stand up and turn around to grab her phone from the charging port, and flicks through her numerous notifications she's missed while applying the cream. We can see a number of likes on her first Instagram Post by many of her male fans 18-35+ years but her eyes are drawn to a specific message from the VWS booking agent, who messaged Trixie about a booking for the debut episode of Tuesday Night Tenacity. Her excitement is cut short when she tries to raise her fist in celebration and causes another jolt of pain, Trixie's back tensed up from the steps
Trixie: Ugh, but yay! The VWS want...need me back and to main event no less. Duh. Main Event in their debut episode and get in the ratings, as only I can. I better take it easy though. Let this back pain go and then get some serious cardio training in, look my absolute best for the crowd and whoever maybe watching. I looked hot as hell in the Hype Video so I have to meet that standard.....
Trixie pauses as her moment of flash happens, imagining a large series of outfits and combinations she could put together from her current wardrobe as well as some she'd seen (and bookmarked) from window shopping in the city and online from the comfort of her own home. But her flash ends as she remembers she's wrestling as well as looking good, and goes back to the phone
Trixie: But....I've got to go and get myself in tip top condition for the main event. They could be expecting a long match. I don't plan on letting whoever I end up facing last long against me.
Trixie sits back down, and re-enters her feet into the warm water of her foot bath as she carefully puts her back into the seat and goes to her phone for some distraction from her current pain, as the feed ends entirely.
----------------------*************----------------------*************----------------------
----------------------*************----------------------*************----------------------
Date: April 8th.
INTERIOR. TRIXIE'S HOME - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie posing for an Instagram photo, while wearing herself a baby blue one piece attire with her hair recently done in the local salon. Her nails painted red and her makeup done to look as hot as possible for her fans. She snaps herself a picture and uploads to Instagram for her fans to comment and like as they please
TrixieBadKitty: I'm thinking Blue for my Debut, cus it rhymes. #SexSells ♥♥♥
Trixie's photo is uploaded and checks her email to find herself up against Gina. Her face tries to hold back a scoff, but can't and she just smiles with a confused look on her face, unclear at the choice made by the sender.
Trixie: Gina? They expect me to debut against Gina? Why? She beat Fiona simply because I wasn't in the match. Ugh, I really wish I was consulted about this match up. VWS need to start catering to me a little more than they are. I got a lot of lip from the bag handler chick and then attacked by someone clearly intimidated by my gorgeous body and now the match my debut takes place in is with Gina The Whiner?
Trixie heads out of her bathroom into her living room, feeling the white carpet on her barefeet that have matching toe nail polish coloring and walks over to the couch as she looks over the previous show on her phone, watching Gina face Fiona in singles action
Trixie: Gina won purely because I wasn't there. I'd have knocked her down, kick right to the face and won that match. Stupid Eliza, jealous bitch. I'm definitely going to speak to someone about her, Eric Price, then again the head of the division is Steve Awesome. He's probably the guy to speak to. This simple won't do..
Trixie's jaw drops as she switches back to the email, now fully reading that Kayla Richards will be the guest referee for her match up as well and can't believe what she's reading that she reads it twice
Trixie: Seriously? I'm trying to follow the advice Steve said. He practically called me the future star on Twitter, he knows out of everyone in VWS, I follow his idea. I doll myself up, I've definitely got the biggest rack in this business, I'm simply hotter than all his other ladies, making me the alpha, so I have to fight Gina with a bag girl as a referee? Ok Steve, prepare for an email.
Trixie reaches forward to grab her small mac laptop and opens it up. After entering her passcode, she opens an email and begins to type to Steve Awesome specifically in the email. Trixie is the kind of girl to speak as she types, as her fingers clack on the keyboard she speaks her message
Trixie: Steve,..there is a...matter..I must..speak..to...you with when I get to the...arena. I find myself...booked, nah, scratch that, meddled in a real unfair situation..Yep that reads better. I was hurt...last...week by Eliza....Valentine. Bracket......More Like VileTIME. I could not, I couldn't. Yeah. I couldn't compete and...now I have...a..really...weird match. The bitch, nope, the bag handler. What was her name? Kelly, Kayla. I think her name was, not....important. She was rude..and...I think is..clearly not...nice..to me, who knows who else. Moody Bitch, no, Moody Girl is better. I think you you see, delete, if you meet me face to face, you'll...agree..you..should....reconsider..a different..more neutral...referee for..my..match with Gina. And In the interest of Sex Sells, I've attached my ring gear for...the evening. I think you'll agree it's very appealing...Enjoy. Done! Now I'll attached my picture for Steve.
Date: April 7th.
INTERIOR. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie dressed up rather well in a very light pink cocktail dress and some beige 3 inch heels as she sits in the office and is patiently awaiting the doctor to return. Trixie adjusts her hair to cascade down her front, but instead puts it behind her shoulders and slightly pulls down her dress so she shows off more of herself to the Doctor on his return. She spends a moment looking around the room before hearing footsteps coming to the door. The doctor walks in wearing a v cut white shirt that Trixie notices is clinging to his upperbody and the lab coat required by all practitioners to wear, tracing her eyes down to his black straight pants with looks to certain areas before she quickly looks him in the eye.
Doctor: Now Miss, after the scan you've had, it seems your back is going to be fine and you'll be able to wrestle, play tennis or engage in any athletic activity by the 12th.
Trixie: That is fantastic news Doctor Mullen. I'm so glad you could see me shortly and I'm so happy it all came back positive. I'd hate to have to call off a match when it's clear the person who did my back in is threatened by me.
Trixie says loudly, confidently and boastfully to the Doctor who is currently putting her details into her medical records, copying the scan results and typing it in as Trixie scooches her chair a little closer. Doctor Mullen looks over to her and mentions
Doctor Mullen: I am sure that isn't the first or last time a girl is threatened by you.
Trixie lets out a very flirtatious giggle at his thinly vieled compliment and proceeds to stand up and walk over to him, crowd over his shoulder to see what he's typing as well as display her assets now at eye level for the Doctor, feeling each sneaky glance like an electric surge that gives Trixie goosebumps
Trixie: You know Doc, I'm kind of a real big deal in Valentine. As a wrestler, I'm bound to get cuts and scraps, so I will need like a dedicated medic to heal me when I'm hurt, you know any good doctors who could assist me in that?
Trixie says looking down and watching the Doctor go from her chest to her eyes and act as if he wasn't. Trixie keeps a straight face as he turns back to the computer screen to type in the final data, trying to avoid looking at Trixie entirely. As he does he speaks to her
Doctor Mullen: I am always willing to help anyone in need. Good luck Miss in your match though
Trixie stuns the Doctor by leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, leaving a small lipstick mark on his cheek and standing up
Trixie: Please, call me Trixie
Trixie then walks her way out of his office, deliberately taking a model walk to sway her hips and again feels Doctor Mullen's eyes on her rear as she leaves, enjoying the desired feeling as she walks out of his office to turn back around, and notice him playing dumb to his obvious glances, giving him a playful wave as she goes back to the reception office to fill out some boring, menial paperwork
INTERIOR. DOCTOR'S OFFICE - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie dressed up rather well in a very light pink cocktail dress and some beige 3 inch heels as she sits in the office and is patiently awaiting the doctor to return. Trixie adjusts her hair to cascade down her front, but instead puts it behind her shoulders and slightly pulls down her dress so she shows off more of herself to the Doctor on his return. She spends a moment looking around the room before hearing footsteps coming to the door. The doctor walks in wearing a v cut white shirt that Trixie notices is clinging to his upperbody and the lab coat required by all practitioners to wear, tracing her eyes down to his black straight pants with looks to certain areas before she quickly looks him in the eye.
Doctor: Now Miss, after the scan you've had, it seems your back is going to be fine and you'll be able to wrestle, play tennis or engage in any athletic activity by the 12th.
Trixie: That is fantastic news Doctor Mullen. I'm so glad you could see me shortly and I'm so happy it all came back positive. I'd hate to have to call off a match when it's clear the person who did my back in is threatened by me.
Trixie says loudly, confidently and boastfully to the Doctor who is currently putting her details into her medical records, copying the scan results and typing it in as Trixie scooches her chair a little closer. Doctor Mullen looks over to her and mentions
Doctor Mullen: I am sure that isn't the first or last time a girl is threatened by you.
Trixie lets out a very flirtatious giggle at his thinly vieled compliment and proceeds to stand up and walk over to him, crowd over his shoulder to see what he's typing as well as display her assets now at eye level for the Doctor, feeling each sneaky glance like an electric surge that gives Trixie goosebumps
Trixie: You know Doc, I'm kind of a real big deal in Valentine. As a wrestler, I'm bound to get cuts and scraps, so I will need like a dedicated medic to heal me when I'm hurt, you know any good doctors who could assist me in that?
Trixie says looking down and watching the Doctor go from her chest to her eyes and act as if he wasn't. Trixie keeps a straight face as he turns back to the computer screen to type in the final data, trying to avoid looking at Trixie entirely. As he does he speaks to her
Doctor Mullen: I am always willing to help anyone in need. Good luck Miss in your match though
Trixie stuns the Doctor by leaning down to kiss him on the cheek, leaving a small lipstick mark on his cheek and standing up
Trixie: Please, call me Trixie
Trixie then walks her way out of his office, deliberately taking a model walk to sway her hips and again feels Doctor Mullen's eyes on her rear as she leaves, enjoying the desired feeling as she walks out of his office to turn back around, and notice him playing dumb to his obvious glances, giving him a playful wave as she goes back to the reception office to fill out some boring, menial paperwork
----------------------*************----------------------*************----------------------
Date: April 8th.
INTERIOR. TRIXIE'S HOME - LAS VEGAS, NV.
The scene opens to Trixie posing for an Instagram photo, while wearing herself a baby blue one piece attire with her hair recently done in the local salon. Her nails painted red and her makeup done to look as hot as possible for her fans. She snaps herself a picture and uploads to Instagram for her fans to comment and like as they please
TrixieBadKitty: I'm thinking Blue for my Debut, cus it rhymes. #SexSells ♥♥♥
Trixie's photo is uploaded and checks her email to find herself up against Gina. Her face tries to hold back a scoff, but can't and she just smiles with a confused look on her face, unclear at the choice made by the sender.
Trixie: Gina? They expect me to debut against Gina? Why? She beat Fiona simply because I wasn't in the match. Ugh, I really wish I was consulted about this match up. VWS need to start catering to me a little more than they are. I got a lot of lip from the bag handler chick and then attacked by someone clearly intimidated by my gorgeous body and now the match my debut takes place in is with Gina The Whiner?
Trixie heads out of her bathroom into her living room, feeling the white carpet on her barefeet that have matching toe nail polish coloring and walks over to the couch as she looks over the previous show on her phone, watching Gina face Fiona in singles action
Trixie: Gina won purely because I wasn't there. I'd have knocked her down, kick right to the face and won that match. Stupid Eliza, jealous bitch. I'm definitely going to speak to someone about her, Eric Price, then again the head of the division is Steve Awesome. He's probably the guy to speak to. This simple won't do..
Trixie's jaw drops as she switches back to the email, now fully reading that Kayla Richards will be the guest referee for her match up as well and can't believe what she's reading that she reads it twice
Trixie: Seriously? I'm trying to follow the advice Steve said. He practically called me the future star on Twitter, he knows out of everyone in VWS, I follow his idea. I doll myself up, I've definitely got the biggest rack in this business, I'm simply hotter than all his other ladies, making me the alpha, so I have to fight Gina with a bag girl as a referee? Ok Steve, prepare for an email.
Trixie reaches forward to grab her small mac laptop and opens it up. After entering her passcode, she opens an email and begins to type to Steve Awesome specifically in the email. Trixie is the kind of girl to speak as she types, as her fingers clack on the keyboard she speaks her message
Trixie: Steve,..there is a...matter..I must..speak..to...you with when I get to the...arena. I find myself...booked, nah, scratch that, meddled in a real unfair situation..Yep that reads better. I was hurt...last...week by Eliza....Valentine. Bracket......More Like VileTIME. I could not, I couldn't. Yeah. I couldn't compete and...now I have...a..really...weird match. The bitch, nope, the bag handler. What was her name? Kelly, Kayla. I think her name was, not....important. She was rude..and...I think is..clearly not...nice..to me, who knows who else. Moody Bitch, no, Moody Girl is better. I think you you see, delete, if you meet me face to face, you'll...agree..you..should....reconsider..a different..more neutral...referee for..my..match with Gina. And In the interest of Sex Sells, I've attached my ring gear for...the evening. I think you'll agree it's very appealing...Enjoy. Done! Now I'll attached my picture for Steve.
Trixie looks over her email and with her attachment fully loaded her instagram post image for Steve Awesome to have a look at she quickly looks over her email
"Steve, there is a matter I must to you with when I get to the arena. I find myself meddled in a real unfair situation. I was hurt last week by Eliza Valentine (VileTIME). I couldn't compete and now I have a really weird match. The bag handler Kayla I think her name was, not important. She was rude and I think is clearly not nice to me, who knows who else. Moody girl. I think if you meet me face to face, you'll agree you should reconsider a different, more neutral referee for my match with Gina. And in the interest of Sex Sells, I've attached my ring gear for the evening. I think you'll agree it's very appealing. Enjoy"
Trixie clicks send and smiles to herself as she leans back on the chair and feels her smooth leg for her upcoming match with Gina. Trixie stands up and does a few small jabs to look sexy but also hit as hard as she can
Trixie: Steve is going to help me out, I'm sure I can convince him. As for Gina? I'm gonna show her old days in high school haven't changed, High School never ends. I'm still the sexist chick in the classroom and halls, she's still a naive girl with hopes and dreams I can easily crush under my heel. Her ability in the ring is nothing special and she's anything but sexy when you compare yourself to me. I can beat her in pudding. I can beat her in the ring. I know I can. She's the so called #1 contender? Not anymore. Trixie is here to win, I am never anything but a gold medal. I'll be watching my back and in the end, the better girl wins everything. Guys, Gold, Glory. Whatever I face Gina Neon for, it's my name in the Neon lights not hers.
Trixie ends her feed with a smile as she decides to take a quick snap of herself again in the now official ring gear for her debut match and a couple of shots for a certain head of division if needed to add to her case as the feed slowly ends before anything obscene can be seen.
"Steve, there is a matter I must to you with when I get to the arena. I find myself meddled in a real unfair situation. I was hurt last week by Eliza Valentine (VileTIME). I couldn't compete and now I have a really weird match. The bag handler Kayla I think her name was, not important. She was rude and I think is clearly not nice to me, who knows who else. Moody girl. I think if you meet me face to face, you'll agree you should reconsider a different, more neutral referee for my match with Gina. And in the interest of Sex Sells, I've attached my ring gear for the evening. I think you'll agree it's very appealing. Enjoy"
Trixie clicks send and smiles to herself as she leans back on the chair and feels her smooth leg for her upcoming match with Gina. Trixie stands up and does a few small jabs to look sexy but also hit as hard as she can
Trixie: Steve is going to help me out, I'm sure I can convince him. As for Gina? I'm gonna show her old days in high school haven't changed, High School never ends. I'm still the sexist chick in the classroom and halls, she's still a naive girl with hopes and dreams I can easily crush under my heel. Her ability in the ring is nothing special and she's anything but sexy when you compare yourself to me. I can beat her in pudding. I can beat her in the ring. I know I can. She's the so called #1 contender? Not anymore. Trixie is here to win, I am never anything but a gold medal. I'll be watching my back and in the end, the better girl wins everything. Guys, Gold, Glory. Whatever I face Gina Neon for, it's my name in the Neon lights not hers.
Trixie ends her feed with a smile as she decides to take a quick snap of herself again in the now official ring gear for her debut match and a couple of shots for a certain head of division if needed to add to her case as the feed slowly ends before anything obscene can be seen.