A New Hope (o2a)

[thebostonstar]

The lights in the arena go out as the titantron begins to glow. The classic THX sound goes across the arena as the screen begins to reveal a ratings warning reading, "The follow presentation has been Rated *" The screen the fades, and the voice in all the epic movies booms across the arena.

"Just when you thought the world was going down in a downward spiral full of sex, gore, and foul language, there rises a role model from the ashes of the phoenix of great moral values.

No more will your daughter chew gum while she's talking. No more will your children have premarital sex while you're away on a business trip. No more will you need to monitor your children's foul language with that threatening bar of soap.

For when they gaze upon the beauty of the one people call "The Boston*" their whole aspect on life will change. For once, you won't need to ground your children for doing something extremely stupid. For once you can have a family dinner without any drama."

Boston*'s entrance music begins to play in the background as the images of gum, premarital sex, children with soap in their mouths, and children causing havoc fades away. The title of the 'movie' then appears on the titantron reading:

*Struck Productions, with collaboration with GCW Films presents:

A New Hope: The Debut of the one people know as the Boston*

After the whistle in Boston*'s theme song ends, she makes her appearance on stage, with a Gwen Stafani head mic strapped across her head. "Greetings, greetings my fellow Americans." she begins, walking her way down the entrance way, doing model poses, "My name is the Boston*, your one, and only hope of your young daughters ever having a positive role-model in their lives, because you see." She stops walking, and looks straight at the camera, "I never curse," she holds up her hand, counting with her fingers, "I don't do drugs, I don't drink alcohol, nor do I live a lavish sex-life." She then continues to walk towards the ring, and eventually finds her way inside it. "And unlike all the mothers in the arena, I actually take care of my beautiful body." The crowd begins to loudly boo as she stands in the middle of the ring and does a sexy, yet conservative pose. "You see, I'm not like all the other stars in Hollywood today. You won't see me making news on Entertainment Tonight because I got caught drinking on my way to local McDonalds. You won't see me on The Insider because I've had un-planned pregnancy, and you'll never see me conduct an interview with a huge freaking piece of white gum in my mouth."

The crowd begins to get fed up with how she's defining herself, and begins to boo even louder.

"Oh, oh, you'll all bow down to your queen in due time, let me assure you." She responds, keeping her head up high. "While your daughters today might be looking up to Lindsay Lohan with her re-habitual ways and Britney Spears with her chaotic non-sense, they'll eventually turn on the television to the GCW network, and fall in love with me, Boston*: Their Divine Role-Model."

Boston* laughs at herself as the crowd continues to boo, and throw things at the 'divine' role-model. "You see--" Boston* then gets cut off by someone's theme music.

[veign]

“You failed me my lady...”

The scene starts off with Lily sitting in a dark room, rocking back and forth holding her head. Voices running through it... flashbacks from Exodus. It wasn’t a great night, that night that’s for sure. She was eliminated first in the Battle Royal... not too impressive for a debut now was it? She sat there... in her black and red attire, hair wet... and her knees tight to her chest.

“Exodus... it was to be your night.... You where supposed to make the debut of a lifetime... How am I supposed to accept you being eliminated first my lady? FIRST, you where eliminated. You have disappointed me. Now you must pay... you must pay because if you do not pay, you will never get it through your head that you have to think for yourself and ONLY yourself. MayheM. You have been drafted to that show. You will walk out to that ring... you hear that voice out there right now... Get up, and get out there...”

She rocks on the ground, as tears pour down her face. She wipes them off, as mascara leaks down her eyes. She then stands up, and runs back to her locker room, where she passes some staff and enters her bathroom. She holds onto the sink, and looks in the mirror.

“Wh... what’s happened to me?... Wh... what have I become? All I wish for is to be my old self and get rid of this voice...”

She let’s out a loud scream, before storming out of her bathroom, and heading out to the corridor where she is to head to the ring. She pauses dead in the middle of the corridor, drops her head down and flips it back up where her eyes go bloodshot red. She smirks... suddenly she has transformed to her “bad” side. She walks with a swagger down the corridor, and cues her music as “Breath Into Me” blasts the P.A. system. The fans give a mixed reaction as she walks out on stage, and flips her hair to the side while walking down the ramp. She hops up on the apron, and slowly slides into the ring, as she grabs a microphone from the staff. She flips her hair to the side as she looks at Boston, then at the crowd.

“I’m sorry... but I while listening to you backstage... I felt as if I where on a Hollywood news show... talking about how you aren’t going to appear in magazines, news shows or do interviews for being caught doing something “horrible”. Well listen hun... this is the wrestling business... not Hollywood. The media doesn’t pay attention to us... they pay attention to the “big Hollywood stars”. They come here to see wrestling. I come here... to take out competition... it’s simple you see, you can call yourself a role-model all you want. I don’t care what you are... I’m here to wrestle... that’s what I’m paid to do, that’s what I plan on doing week in and week out. So my question to you... Boston, was it? Do you plan on continuing to talk about role-models and the non-wild lifestyle you live in... or do you plan on wrestling?”[/color][/font]

[thebostonstar]

Boston* merely shrugs of Veign's comments. She knew dang well where she was. She knew that the person in front of her wasn't anyone. Heck, her response was as generic as generic can get. Boston* begins to laugh. "Excuse me?" she sarcastically asks, walking circles around her challenger. "Of course you're here to wrestle week after week honey, isn't that quite obvious? Of course the people want to see wrestling. They wouldn't have bought tickets anyways. What are you? Ms. Obvious? Pssh, no wonder you lost last night."

The crowd goes "ooooh," after Boston's comments, and she looks at crowd, and tells them to hush. "Quiet, quiet, Boston Star isn't done yet." The crowd responds with a echoing boo.

She then turns her focus at Veign again, giving her an "are you kidding me?" look. "Hollywood is Hollywood, and I'm better than Hollywood. Why? Because in-case you haven't noticed, my name is the Boston Star. Emphasis on 'Boston' honey. If I was from Hollywood, and some Hollywood superstar, I would be called the Hollywood Star, and that my friend, doesn't have that classical ring to it. Besides, if I was some Hollywood blonde, saying obscure phrases, and making a fool of myself, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Who would the young girls everywhere look up too? Definitely not anyone named 'Hollywood.'"

She then laughs to herself again, that oh so evil laughter. "Do people even know your name honey? You say you're here to wrestle, and give these people what they came for, but why should they come, if they don't even know who you are? I can wrestle, the Boston Star can wrestle. I can assure that. This marvelous body wouldn't have been created if I couldn't wrestle."

She then strikes a pose, waiting for Veign to respond.

[veign]

“Right...right... You can wrestle?... I sure as hell hope so. And these fans... they know who I am... They like to call me... Veign... So... you’re here tonight for a debut, am I right? A debut you hope these fans will “never forget”. Well here’s a thought, let’s give them a debut they’ll never forget... a debut where you will end up flat on your back... center of the mat... Are you up for the challenge Ms. Boston Star?”

Veign passes her hand through her hair as she looks at the crowd while they boo. She brushes it off and crosses her arms, tapping her foot on the mat as she awaits a response from the woman. [/i][/font]

[thebostonstar]

Boston shakes her head, and starts saying doing the motherly, 'no, no, no' body motion. "Veign, Veign, Veign," she replies with a tone, "Your comebacks are those of a generic wrestler's. Can't you come up with something just a tad more creative? At least put in a catch phrase of some sort, something these fans can remember you for? As far as I'm concerned, you're just this ditsy little blonde in the ring, pretending she knows what's she's doing. Tsk, tsk, tsk."


She begins to walk around Veign again, checking her out from top to bottom, "You have a cute face, you have the body of a pretty, yet conservative wrestler. You're probably the type that lets her actions do the talking, instead of her words, correct?" She then holds up her index finger, telling Veign to hush, "You don't need to answer that honey."

The crowd begins to get restless of Boston*'s evaluation, and begins to tell her to "shut the hell up."

Boston gives the crowd a look, "Aren't all your mothers proud! With what the TV's been feeding you these days, no wonder you're all such potty mouths. Then again, I suppose I should blame your mothers. "

She's meet with a hollering uproar from the crowd, and she merely smiles. "Anyways, I suppose you and I should get our match started yes? Going to make me kiss the mat are you? Well, I'd just love to see your little pretty head try."

[veign]

“She’s messing with your head my lady... ignore her... follow my lead and you will be fine... now continue on...”

She rubs her forehead as a smirk appears on her face. She then flips her hair to the side as she speaks.

“Catchphrases? Ha, a lady such as I does not need any “catchy” catchphrases. I don’t care if these fans like me... or hate me... although, all the men dream of having a girl like me... a girl in which they could never get, since they are all a bunch of fat...disgusting...pigs. Just look at them. My actions, WILL indeed do the rest of the talking later on tonight Ms. Boston. And let’s get one thing clear... I sure as hell, am not a ditsy blonde like some of the other women around here... And pretending is not something I do you see... so tonight... you will be laid to rest, by the lady in red... quote me on that one.”

[thebostonstar]

Boston merely laughs at her little escapade of giving herself some type of motivational speech. "Now if that isn't some type of cliche response, I don't know what is honey. Even the most technical of wrestlers had their fair share of catch-phrases. Phrases that the fans strive for. You need something to give you that edge. That little-bitty edge to make them just slightly remember you."

Boston then strikes a beauty pose, "As for me, I don't need a catch phrase, my mere essence is enough to allow these lovely fans to remember me." The crowd disagrees as they continue to hate on the Boston*.

"Even if you do happen to beat me tonight Veign, it will merely be a fluke, a mere happenstance. A victory over me tonight doesn't prove you're better than me. A victory tonight doesn't prove you're the best. It just means you were lucky, and luck as far as I'm concerned, isn't a skill, merely a twist of fate." Boston then walks to her corner of the ring, rather queen-like, and rests in the corner waiting for the bell to ring. "And I wish us the best of luck tonight." she giggly responds, taking her headset off, and rolling her shoulders. She was ready for this, ready to show the world why she's the better of the two clad in red tonight.

[veign]

“All the fans strive for... is me...”

She smirks as she moves her hair out of her eyes, while the fans boo.

“Fluke? Fluke doesn’t exist in my vocabulary. And tonight... after I beat you... these fans will remember you as something simple... a nobody. I will gain the spotlight, I will gain the success. Everything you crave for, will come to me... And luck... luck is something that I simply don’t need.”

[thebostonstar]

(Spoiler Warning)

After the match, Boston asked for a mic, and held it in her hand as she looked down at the beaten Veign. "Well, well, well," she began with a "know-it-all" tone. "What were your last words? 'I will gain success?' Success in what? Laying on your back?" The crowd begins to boo as Boston* goes to her knees, and gets into the face of Veign. "In my opinion honey, you could have used a little luck out there tonight. Perhaps if just closed your little mouth, and really let your talent do the talking, I would have been little, tincy-wincy impressed, but alas, I don't remember you putting me into any kind of reasonable wrestling maneuver."

She then stands back up, but not before slapping her friendly on the cheek, and giving her a smile, "That's two losses Veign, and if I'm not mistaken, you were the first one out just last Sunday. Maybe you should be the one questioning rather or not she can wrestle." She then begins to her make her way outside the ring.

[veign]

Veign makes her way up to a knee, and holds her head. Her eyes close shut as her head begins pumping. It was as if he brain was popping out of her head. Another black-out perhaps? Her eyes open, deep red shown in them. She stares a hole into Boston*. She holds her head, as she makes her way to her feet and looks around at the crowd. Her eyes are blurry, she watches the Boston* leave as she motions words with her lips.

“This isn’t over...”

[thebostonstar]

Boston* was now at the on the entrance ramp, and just before heading behind the curtain, she turns around and faces the ring. "Thank you, thank you, I really love you all." She elegantly bows before exiting the stage, being fed with numerous boos. She laughs to herself as she now pulls herself out of character.

[veign]

Veign looks around, holding her head as she hops out of the ring. She looks to the left, and to the right. A little blur still left in her eyes as she walks up the ramp. The fans are booing, as she turns around with a sour look on her face. She brushes it off and enters the curtain. She was still holding her head. Seems like the blackout was coming. She walked down the hall a towel... She wiped her face, as she continued to walk, holding her head...

“Please... not now...”

She says referring to her black-out’s.