Lafayette - Coral Rose vs. Trixie

[Jana Rikar]

1 RP / 1750 Words
Deadline is 4/10 Noon EDT
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[trixie]

INT. TRIXIE'S BEDROOM - LATE EVENING.

Trixie appears getting home and just flops onto the bed, exhausted. She hugs the covers and slowly crawls herself to the pillows awaiting sleep as she just lets go of her Michael Kors handbag, well known in So-Cal as her weapon as it concealed a brick she swung into an opponent, when her phone rings. Trixie raises her head up.

TRIXIE
"Oh come on! Always when I'm going to bed."

Trixie's heavy eyes strain to stay open as she pulls her phone out of her little clutch bag and squints at the brightness, seeing the phone contact, she huffs and then answers it.

TRIXIE
"Mmhmm?"

On the other end is her agent she spoke to from time to time, who scored her practically all her wrestling work aside two. Trixie brushes the hair from her face and closes her eyes partly listening.

Charlie Wells:
"Hey Trixie, just wanted to say congratulations on your So-Cal TV Title win, sorry calling you so late but figured you'd be out partying."

TRIXIE
"Thank you, but no I'm literally about to go to sleep. After Monday Night Mayhem steel cage match then a ladder match on Tuesday, Sunday I was in an eight-person tag match in Wisonsin for Redemption Wrestlin, so I'm pretty tired."

Trixie pulls the phone away to yawn and rubs her neck where she has a bruise from one of her matches.

Charlie Wells:
"Ahhh, I have got you in some work. But funny you mentioned Wisconsin, just watching some Seattle Pro, they got this sin tour, whatever but your opponent Coral lost on it, got voted against by a committee and there was interference."

TRIXIE
"Charlie…I need my beauty sleep…please..."

Another yawn escapes Trixie who looks to her bed longingly before spying her old employee group photo on her phone as she browses and talks, the photo with herself, a waitress in the Flamingo Casino alongside a brunette with her face smooshed against the brunette smiling wide with her. Trixie has her arm around a vaguely Spanish looking man with shoulder length hair in a skin tight shirt showing off a well-defined in shape body making her partly smile.

Charlie Wells:
"I'm just saying…and she did drop a tweet on you, had to unfollow though, literally felt my IQ drop as I went through it. Bet you an apple pie she won't tweet when you destroy her in the ring, maybe kick her so hard she crumbles into some M&Ms."

Trixie presses the end call button and puts it on silent and charge as she gets herself up to change out of her clothes into cosy pyjamas and sleeps her aches away.

TRIXIE
"I'm going now Charlie, good night."

INT. TRIXIE'S HOME GYM - MIDDAY.

Trixie stands in her gym in the black yoga tights she usually wore with a white, plain t-shirt but her hair is flowing down gracefully instead of ponytailed back for a session. Trixie instead

TRIXIE
"Since Shamrock Showdown, I've totally won two titles outside. Coral? None. That's a Trixie Fact. I got to the final four, Coral didn't. That's a Trixie Fact. Coral talks a lot on social media but loses, here and she even lost the Seattle Pro Endurance Championship match she had. I'm not as active, yet I've won the EWC Indy Championship and the So-Cal Ultraviolent Championship, those are Trixie Facts."

Trixie pauses as she puts the phone down, with it on the same employee page she was on the night before, and admires herself for how far she's come since then.

TRIXIE
"I'm a girl from Vegas who suddenly turned up to Wrestling when I saw it happen while I was serving drinks, I did it secretly, my family accepted I became a wrestler and I've grown to be known in wrestling now, given all these title opportunities without ever asking, given outright. Coral Rose is one of the Rose sisters, and asks for title shots on social media. As far as her reputation? Not on my level, that's a Trixie fact."

Trixie pops her phone onto the bench and turns back to face the camera filming, rolling her eyes at the distinct memory of Coral Rose's words on TNT and prior to the kickoff PPV while she gets a small bagged package item, clothing clearly.

TRIXIE
"Coral decided to talk about me a good chunk for the tournament and laughed that I was in the tournament. I deal with that a lot, it's nothing new. But what is funny is her claim she would throw me in the river and I would be the one who would be soaked. Coral didn't even get into the match, but I bet she cried a big river over that. I mean, so far in Defiant, I've seen nothing noteworthy from her. That's a Trixie Fact

DWF is about being defiant. Coral is a bully through and through. She calls me names, she makes wild accusations. But she's talks a mile but walks a foot. I'm going to be defiant on April twelfth, when I step into the ring with my double champion status and detr-shatter her world. Coral Rose on paper is not the woman she says she is, social media is all she clings to, and even there she's insufferable. The girl has brought nothing new to the table, she's literally a parrot, spouting the same stuff I've heard no matter where I go. I brush it off and I kick the person who said it down and knock them out like I totally have elsewhere and will, here as a Defiant wrestler."

She shows off the express ordered Defiant Wrestling T-Shirt she got ordered following her pay-check from Defiant and shakes it out before quickly folding it up to be put in her closet once she finished up, though shaking the t-shirt reminds her as she nods to herself, triggering another memory of the pre-shamrock showdown words.

TRIXIE
"Coral can shake her head, call me all the names to put women down, but I'll be the one to make her head spin, and put her down without saying a word. Shining Apprentice, it's brought me glory, wins, championships but on April twelveth, right after I compete on DARC with my good friend, Jan and win. I'm going to come to Defiant and claim a victory just like Jan's wife has over Coral, but mine will have no interference, no committee, just an arena of fans to chant my name as I stand tall, blonde above red, ready for your next challenge Jana. That's a Trixie fact."

Trixie says cutting the camera off, collecting her phone and t-shirt to return to her bedroom to charge and put away as well as get ready for the day ahead.

[Coral Rose/ Quinn Rivers]

The scene opens up on a private jet, as it is in the air. The camera pans around, picking up the emptiness of the jet, before it lands on someone. The someone is Coral Rose. She smirks, as she is leaning back in the chair, before she leans forward.

Coral: It's funny how some things happen, you are all set for a match, and get attacked from behind. Thank god though Jana had the smarts to move this match to this upcoming TNT. I was really looking forward to getting my hands on Trixie. I could not wait to ripe her hair out of her head, I could not wait to hurt her, to cause destruction with her body. I was looking forward to hearing her scream out in pain. Yet sadly, that could not, was not going to happen because of someone else. Like said, thankfully this upcoming TNT I get to. Oh Trixie do you really know what you are getting yourself into?

She laughs lightly, as she keeps leaning forward.

Coral: I really don't think you do. You sure proved you don't by the words you said at the last TNT. Really do you even listen to yourself? Are you that god damn stuck up your own ass that you really think that highly of yourself? You are not as great as you think you are, as you claim to be. Go ahead, brag because you hold two titles, and I have none. Go ahead, brag that I lost to Aidan Carlisle. Hey guess what you dumb pathetic whore, so did you. You may not of been thrown in the river, but news flash you worthless bimbo, YOU still lost. Go on ahead, still think you are better than I am. You know what, you will see you are not. Yeah I lost to Aidan, and you know what, I can honestly go on, and say you would not of beat her either in a one on one match. Maybe get off of your god damn high horse, and open your eyes. You would maybe see that I didn't lose to some worthless person, I lost to a tough, strong, person, who I have a lot of respect for. If that is so bad, I rather be bad, than good. I rather be myself, than some stuck up, delusional cunt like you.

She stands up from the chair, as she starts to walk.

Coral: You know Trixie, we all have some reps, we all have some talk about us. I know people say I am some crazy ass bitch, say I am disrespectful, say I am rude. You know what, I am all of those things. I know I am also a lot more than that, things only select few get to see. Now you, oh man, your rep. It is too funny. I still remember first time had any interaction with you, I asked if you had sexual relations with Miles Blake. Give your rep, it is no surprise I would ask that. You are one hell of a thirsty ass bitch, you know that? Oh man the stories I have heard. Wait though, are you going to deny them? Tell me oh no you are innocent, you don't need a man yet running around telling people like Shawn Cage that you want him to record him fucking your mouth, or how about all of the other sexual acts you have had, but try to act like you didn't? Wait, can't forget how you just love trying to get men to pay for things for you, or just give you things, how you just want some sugar daddy.

She lightly laughs, as she shakes her head.

Coral: Go ahead, try to act like I am only with WL because he has money, because you would be flat wrong on that. I actually have my own money, I don't need his. Unlike you, I can actually be with a guy, and love him, and not use him. I though am sure you wouldn't understand that. Not with how much you jump from bed to bed, how much you only want men for sex, or money. Oh and can't forget want them for help with your air time. We all know you need that extra boost, that extra person to help you talk about who you are facing. You need someone to hold your hand every step you take. Wait though, let me guess it's all friends who want to help you keep winning, keep moving forward. No you dumb blonde slut, it is you knowing deep down you can't say anything offending enough, that you need the extra help. See Trixie, myself, and others, we all don't need others, we can do this all on our own. We don't need someone to hold our hands along the way. We don't need someone to help make us not look like some sad pathetic person like you. Hey though, go on, make us all laugh. Hell even your supposed friends laugh behind your back.

She laughs a bit more, as she walks towards the back of the jet. She peeks inside of a room in the back. Inside the room is Heidi Thompson, a fellow DFW wrestler, and someone Coral has befriended. Heidi is sound asleep, as Coral looks in. Coral smiles, before shutting the door, and walking away from it, being quiet.

Coral: You know it's funny you think, and act like you are going to be the first person to face Aidan for her title that you should be the first contender. No Trixie you should not. In case you forgot, there was another person in that match who deserves it even more than you do. That girl is the one sleeping in that room, Heidi. Funny thing is Trixie, unlike you, Heidi would be a much better person to face, to take that title from Aidan than you ever would be. That girl, the one you seem to want to act like you are better she has more talent in her pinkie than you, and many others have. Hey, go on, keep making your ego grow, keep making yourself look more pathetic, look more like a sad idiot. It just makes everyone laugh just that much more.

She was doing just that even again, laughing.

Coral: Really I am just waiting for you to brag even more about you winning another title, or about another title shot, like you are the only one to get them ever. Funny thing is I just had one, and will be getting another one thanks to someone sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Hey go on, brag, keep talking, acting like you are god's gift to wrestling, when you are just God's gift to being a whore. See Trixie, what you do in the other places, it means not a thing here, more so if you can't do the same thing here when given the chance. Oh no, go on, keep bragging, keep having your head so far stuck up your own ass you can't see daylight. You know, You and Sasha Foote should get together, compare notes, and see whose head if stuck further up their ass.

She shakes her head, as she walks towards one of the seats.

Coral: Awww Trixie I really hope I don't upset you, don't make you cry. Don't make you want to block me... wait no, you already blocked me, yet know what I say, and do on twitter. Awww do I have a stalker. That's kind of cute really. All because you couldn't handle me. You couldn't handle me on twitter, yet think you will handle me in the ring. Really, what a fucking joke that is. In a lot of ways you are just like Christina Hamilton, who got shown she was a joke when she lost to me. Everything about you though is a joke, so really shouldn't be a surprise. I bet you will go running to your little buddies, crying, wanting them to help you as normal. Seen it, and hear it plenty of times. Oh wait though like I said you are just so innocent, you do nothing wrong, you don't deserve what you get. Please, open those sad little eyes. Doubt that will ever happen. Sad and pathetic. Yet considering it is you, it's expected.

Coral actually rolls her eyes, as she soon smirks.

Coral: Oh yeah, that reminds me, I was asked by my sister do you tell all these guys you are trying to fuck, and be with, that you are dating Devlin Scott? Wait let me guess I'm to play along with your little game, and not ask, or act like it's not real. Makes one really wonder if you maybe more delusional, and crazy than Alice is. Would make sense on so many things. Which wait, if that's not real, does that mean my sister, and brother in law aren't real either? I swear, some people are just sad individuals, who think they can play, and fuck with peoples minds, and emotions. Hey Trixie, continue right on, because you know what, fact is, like I said, you are just a sad individual who I will love beating, and making cry.

She laughs after saying that. She hears some noise behind her, as she turns, and sees Heidi standing there. She smiles at her.

Coral: I didn't wake you did I?

Heidi shakes her head no.

Heidi: No I had a bad dream, and can't go back to sleep.

Coral: That sucks. Come on, lets go find something to eat, and you can tell me all about it, or not, up to you.

Heidi: Alright, got any Monster?

Coral: Yeah we do. What have I told you, Only the best. That includes guests Heidi. Did you least have fun this weekend?

Heidi nods her head, as they walks towards the little kitchen area.

Heidi: Yeah I did, was a blast.

Coral: Good, we'll have to do it again. You know anytime you need talk, you can call, or text me, or even tweet me.

Heidi nods her head, as she did know. The two walk into the area, as Coral pulls out a bottle of water, along with a Monster. She hands the Monster to Heidi, as they sit down, and continue to talk. The scene fades out.