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Post by Hazza on Aug 28, 2013 10:15:26 GMT -5
The reaction is immediate; the mere second CKY's 'Knee Deep' begins to blare across the public address system, the already ecstatic crowd grows even louder as they begin to chant and cheer. These chants and cheers are being directed towards the man they know will be entering sooner or later. This man, of course, coming off an impressive win against Devin Smith is HARRY JONES. And sure enough, the Anti-Hero himself bursts out from behind the black curtain perfectly in sync with the opening verse of his theme song. Moving to the beat of the song, Harry walks down the entrance ramp, holding an arm-spread pose. Harry is handed a microphone at ringside and then slides into the ring. After several moments, all has fallen silent for the most part; the music has gone and the crowd are barely letting out a whisper. Harry licks his lips lightly and runs his free hand through his hair before speaking up in a calm, relaxed tone.
Harry Jones: "Life isn't like a game of Pokemon. In life, there are no do-overs, no second chances, you can't just restart the game because you screwed up. You have to live with your decisions, your choices, and you have to carry the burden of your mistakes with you for the rest of your life. What you do with them? Well, that's your choice. You can either heave them around for the rest of your life, allowing them to gnaw at the edges of your conscience until the very day you die ... or you can embrace them. You can take those mistakes, and you can FIX them; separate the good from the bad, the right from the wrong, and assure that you NEVER make that same mistake again."
Harry paces back and forth, letting the crowd absorb this rather cryptic message.
Harry Jones: "A long time ago, I made the mistake of turning my back on the 3XW fans... and I inevitably became the catalyst of my own downfall. I've become a hollow shell - a mere shadow of the man I once was; the man I SHOULD be! I know it'll take much, much more than an apology to fix my relationship with all of you people, but ... I dun' goofed. I'm sorry. I understand if you choose to not accept this apology, but I promise I'll try and make it up to all of you!"
It becomes apparent that Harry is extremely over with the fans right now, who almost instantly begin to chant his name in approval.
Harry Jones: "Now, I think that's enough of the sentimental bullshit. Y'see, over the last few weeks I've been subject to two MALICIOUS attacks by an unidentified stranger... and tonight, I finally discovered the identity of my attacker. That's right, ladies and gentlemen; eye-shadow, scarred wrists and a blood-belching vagina alike, Trenton York has returned to the wrestling industry! Woooooo, let's all give it up for the annoying scene kid! I wonder what stories he's going to tell us now that he's back? Perhaps he'll tell us about how 'Blood on the Dance Floor' saved his life, or about how he's 'the face of hell'? Who knows? ... and in all honesty, who cares? If York feels the need to only ever show his face after his subject has endured insidious amounts of pain inside the ring ... then maybe, Trenton has become more pathetic than he is psycho ... not in the good way."
The fans respond by making an 'ooo' noise. Jones takes a moment to collect his thoughts as the atmosphere becomes more intense every second.
Harry Jones: "Trenton, you put on this whole 'tough-guy' bravado, as if you've got no fear of the future ... but deep within? Your heart is racing, your mind is boggled and you're wondering if you truly have what it takes for another run in the mainstream. Hell, I'm thinking the SAME EXACT THING, only for different reasons. I'm not afraid of you, Trenton York; the prospect of facing you, whether you've reached 'legend' status or not, doesn't frighten me in the least. It EXCITES me; THIS is the kind of challenge I need, the kind of opportunity I've waited my entire 3XW CAREER for! By attacking me you've practically sealed our fate; soon enough, Harry Jones WILL fight Trenton York! One on one, mono e mono, a match for the AGES ... and a chance. The chance I want, the chance I NEED, to get my foot in the door; to establish myself as the next 3XW Champion! And what better way to do that than to knock off a wrestling icon? A multiple time World Champion? WHO BETTER ... for me to prove myself against ... than Trenton York? What other kind of victory would better work to silence the critics, turn the non-believers into avid followers and prove not only to THEM, but to MYSELF, that I truly am the GREATEST of all time! Now, don't get me wrong; I hate Trenton York on a personal level. He's the kind of sadist that will put his hamster in the microwave and then go cry in his room to the newest Adele song. But, I'm a fan of his in-ring ability. Despite being a conniving piece of shit with the audacity to attack yours truly ... I think Trenton is a good wrestler ... but I KNOW that I'm better."
Once again Harry lowers his microphone away from his lips, soaking in the overwhelming "Harry Jones" chant. He continues to gaze directly into the camera, before pressing on.
Harry Jones: "Make no mistake about it, Trenton; I'm NOT to be taken lightly. I'm the REAL DEAL. I know it, these people know it, and deep down inside, YOU know it; you know DAMNED well what I'm capable of! I'll have you know that when I get my hands on you, I'll stop at NOTHING ... and I mean NOTHING ... until I've put you out of your misery... and Trenton, you'll finally see why ..."
As Harry pauses once more, the fans grow louder; finishing that sentence for him as he stands in the center of the ring. With his head hung, Jones stares at the mat for a moment; taking a couple of deep breaths as if to gather his thoughts before slowly looking back up. Harry's lightly bearded face tells the entire story, here tonight; speaking volumes louder than any words ever could as Harry Jones seems angered, frustrated, disgusted even ... but past all of that, there's a hint of something else. Just enough to be noticeable as Harry brings that microphone to his lips for the final time tonight, screaming into it...
"THERE WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER HARRY JONES!"
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Post by Heart Break Kid on Aug 28, 2013 10:22:59 GMT -5
The crowd are sat silently in the arena and all that can be heard are the voices of those discussing what had transpired at last night's PPV. After a few moments, The lights dim and two spotlights begin to circle the arena and a broadcasting voice begins to speak
"Ladies and Gentleman, Boys, Girls, Aunties, Uncles, Cats, Dogs and toothless old Grandparents. You are all accordingly invited right now to celebrate in triumph and bask in the glory of the most lucrative Professional Wrestler on the face of the planet. The man that is without already writing his names into the History books as the greatest 3XW Heavyweight Champion of all time, but most importantly, the man who last night put Casey Anomaly away in his first title defense, ensuring that Riot Act maintain top spot. All please stand and show your respect for the greatest man to walk the face of this planet to date.... Oblivion!"
As "Du Hast" begins to play and echo throughout the arena, the fan's disgust is made apparent as the entire place erupts with booing. Meanwhile, a red carpet is rolled out from the top of the stage, leading all the way down to the ring. A team of cheerleaders all come running out of the back, waving their pom pom's and flank either side of the ramp leaving a clear path down the middle. A quick pyrotechnic display is triggered and Oblivion finally steps out from gorilla position to some thunderous heat. The Champion wanders out with a huge grin, although he is visibly banged up from one of the most brutal matches of his entire career last night against Casey Anomaly. He is dressed out in his tailor made suit again and has his hair and beard all neatly presented, but some of the wounds across his head are noticeable. It appears he has several stitches across his head from various injuries sustained in the destructive encounter. Oblivion get's to the foot of the ramp and looks up at the ring for a minute with another big grin. The Cheerleaders form a line behind him now and get in to position to spell his name as he climbs the steel steps, wiping his feet on the apron as usual before entering the ring. He points to a sound technician, summoning a microphone. As the crowd continue to boo him, Oblivion unbuttons his blazer and reveals his 3XW Heavyweight Championship, strapped securely around his waist. The crowd boo him intensely and he just laughs to himself as his theme music cuts out. He stands proudly center of the ring, waiting for the noise to die down until he speaks
"Last night was a very interesting night for myself, Riot Act and 3XW as a whole. So, I feel it quite fitting at this junction to mention how well I slept in my nice, warm, comfy bed last night. Already, I look out in to the sea of uneducated dimwits and I see widespread confusion. So let me just take a minute to explain to all of you, the unwashed, deprived, delusional unit known as the 3XW Universe, about why I had such a fantastic sleep. I got beat up bad last night. Real bad. I felt like I was broken into more pieces than there are bones in the body which at one point was slightly worrying. I was cut in several places and I was aching from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, but I still managed to sleep like a ! and why? Because no matter what happens from here on in.. The record will show that in our first ever encounter, I beat Casey Anomaly!... Let me just say it again in case all you assholes up there in the cheap seats didn't quite catch that!... I said the record shows... I, Beat, Casey.... Anomaly!"
The fans explode with boos aimed at The Riot Act representative as he just laughs it off looking more smug than ever
"The truth hurts folks. What can I say.. Riot Act continues to grow. Just a few weeks ago, I looked in the eyes of Devin Smith and for a split second I thought me and him were gonna have to shake hands, remember what was and go our separate ways... but then suddenly Noeleen Pheonix got on board... followed by JJJ and Violet... Last night, Shawn Quinlan and dare I say it.. The most psychotic man alive Trenton York has even thrown his name in to the hat! All of a sudden, the dynamic has shifted. We have the numbers now.. We have the strength.. we have the unity... and It is my great pleasure following this thriving success to tell the world once more.. That Riot Act are calling the shots!"
He points to the ramp looking a little more serious as his voice is raised
"I walked down that ramp last night and I had the shit boo'd out of me. Last night, I got in that ring and I'll be the first to admit it, While I did not "defeat" Casey Anomaly, I outsmarted him... I hold the victory over him and I am still the 3XW Heavyweight Champion. Look at the army I have surrounded myself with.. I continue to make shock waves throughout this company... And what respect do I get shown? Casey Anomaly wants to spit in my face? Really Casey? How disgusting are you? You are that jealous of how much better than you I really am that you resort to spitting in my face? I'm truly outraged and mortified by your disgusting actions!"
He laughs as the crowd boo him more. He signals to all the cheerleaders on the ramp to head backstage.. As they head up the ramp, A security team comes down the ramp and barricades the ring. There is no humanly way possible in to the ring as 30+ Security guards swarm the ring
"So, for my best interests at not contracting HIV from anybody else that likes to spit, I have surrounded myself with a security team. These days you can never be too careful as you never know what filth people are carrying, especially dirt bags like Anomaly.. So... I'm going to invite any of those so called Originals out right now to come down this ramp and stand just there in front of me between my security team, Because let's face it, I could get flea's off Lara James and who knows how many forms of herpes Omega is carrying.. And I want to hear them tell me how wrong they were about me. To admit that they were wrong.. and I was right... Because regardless of their personal or professional opionion....
He removes the belt from his waist and holds it up high
"I'm still the champion!"
The crowd boo him immensely as he awaits a response
OT - Riot Act Member or Original member reply please!
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Hazza
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Post by Hazza on Aug 28, 2013 10:32:32 GMT -5
Tina Nachtwey is protesting against women's rights outside the arena.
Meanwhile, 'The Anti-Hero' Harry Jones has just posted the following statement on his twitter, "Will I align with The Originals? No. Will I align with Riot Act? No. Do I have any fucks to give about either group? No. Now stop asking."
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 28, 2013 10:38:00 GMT -5
Tina Nachtwey is protesting against women's rights outside of the arena. Noeleen Phoenix *Drives up to the arena and parks her car. She begins walking towards the arena with bags. Her face badly damaged and showing a huge grim look on her face as she over looks Tina's protest.* "What the fuck?"
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Post by Soph on Aug 28, 2013 10:38:48 GMT -5
Sophie : *is walking around carrying her new title , if it wasn't for the 13 stitches in her face she would probably be grinning*
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Post by Hazza on Aug 28, 2013 10:46:50 GMT -5
Tina Nachtwey is protesting against women's rights outside of the arena. Noeleen Phoenix *Drives up to the arena and parks her car. She begins walking towards the arena with bags. Her face badly damaged and showing a huge grim look on her face as she over looks Tina's protest.* "What the fuck?" Nachtwey quizzically raises an eyebrow in response to Phoenix's rude outburst, before retorting, "Well, look who it is. I knew our paths would cross one day, Noeleen Phoenix. Y'see, you and everything you represent ... is exactly what I'm fighting against. I bet you believe women deserve to be paid equally to men in the industry. I bet you think that we deserve to have more air-time. You probably also think that women are as smart as men, which is ridiculous. Everything you believe in - everything you STAND FOR ... is REE-DICULOUS. Women are the inferior gender. That's not a prejudice; it's just the cold, hard truth. Anyway, shouldn't you be making your boyfriend a sandwich, or something?"
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Post by Paul Heyman Guy on Aug 28, 2013 10:51:41 GMT -5
The crowd are sat silently in the arena and all that can be heard are the voices of those discussing what had transpired at last night's PPV. After a few moments, The lights dim and two spotlights begin to circle the arena and a broadcasting voice begins to speak
"Ladies and Gentleman, Boys, Girls, Aunties, Uncles, Cats, Dogs and toothless old Grandparents. You are all accordingly invited right now to celebrate in triumph and bask in the glory of the most lucrative Professional Wrestler on the face of the planet. The man that is without already writing his names into the History books as the greatest 3XW Heavyweight Champion of all time, but most importantly, the man who last night put Casey Anomaly away in his first title defense, ensuring that Riot Act maintain top spot. All please stand and show your respect for the greatest man to walk the face of this planet to date.... Oblivion!"
As "Du Hast" begins to play and echo throughout the arena, the fan's disgust is made apparent as the entire place erupts with booing. Meanwhile, a red carpet is rolled out from the top of the stage, leading all the way down to the ring. A team of cheerleaders all come running out of the back, waving their pom pom's and flank either side of the ramp leaving a clear path down the middle. A quick pyrotechnic display is triggered and Oblivion finally steps out from gorilla position to some thunderous heat. The Champion wanders out with a huge grin, although he is visibly banged up from one of the most brutal matches of his entire career last night against Casey Anomaly. He is dressed out in his tailor made suit again and has his hair and beard all neatly presented, but some of the wounds across his head are noticeable. It appears he has several stitches across his head from various injuries sustained in the destructive encounter. Oblivion get's to the foot of the ramp and looks up at the ring for a minute with another big grin. The Cheerleaders form a line behind him now and get in to position to spell his name as he climbs the steel steps, wiping his feet on the apron as usual before entering the ring. He points to a sound technician, summoning a microphone. As the crowd continue to boo him, Oblivion unbuttons his blazer and reveals his 3XW Heavyweight Championship, strapped securely around his waist. The crowd boo him intensely and he just laughs to himself as his theme music cuts out. He stands proudly center of the ring, waiting for the noise to die down until he speaks
"Last night was a very interesting night for myself, Riot Act and 3XW as a whole. So, I feel it quite fitting at this junction to mention how well I slept in my nice, warm, comfy bed last night. Already, I look out in to the sea of uneducated dimwits and I see widespread confusion. So let me just take a minute to explain to all of you, the unwashed, deprived, delusional unit known as the 3XW Universe, about why I had such a fantastic sleep. I got beat up bad last night. Real bad. I felt like I was broken into more pieces than there are bones in the body which at one point was slightly worrying. I was cut in several places and I was aching from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, but I still managed to sleep like a ! and why? Because no matter what happens from here on in.. The record will show that in our first ever encounter, I beat Casey Anomaly!... Let me just say it again in case all you assholes up there in the cheap seats didn't quite catch that!... I said the record shows... I, Beat, Casey.... Anomaly!"
The fans explode with boos aimed at The Riot Act representative as he just laughs it off looking more smug than ever
"The truth hurts folks. What can I say.. Riot Act continues to grow. Just a few weeks ago, I looked in the eyes of Devin Smith and for a split second I thought me and him were gonna have to shake hands, remember what was and go our separate ways... but then suddenly Noeleen Pheonix got on board... followed by JJJ and Violet... Last night, Shawn Quinlan and dare I say it.. The most psychotic man alive Trenton York has even thrown his name in to the hat! All of a sudden, the dynamic has shifted. We have the numbers now.. We have the strength.. we have the unity... and It is my great pleasure following this thriving success to tell the world once more.. That Riot Act are calling the shots!"
He points to the ramp looking a little more serious as his voice is raised
"I walked down that ramp last night and I had the shit boo'd out of me. Last night, I got in that ring and I'll be the first to admit it, While I did not "defeat" Casey Anomaly, I outsmarted him... I hold the victory over him and I am still the 3XW Heavyweight Champion. Look at the army I have surrounded myself with.. I continue to make shock waves throughout this company... And what respect do I get shown? Casey Anomaly wants to spit in my face? Really Casey? How disgusting are you? You are that jealous of how much better than you I really am that you resort to spitting in my face? I'm truly outraged and mortified by your disgusting actions!"
He laughs as the crowd boo him more. He signals to all the cheerleaders on the ramp to head backstage.. As they head up the ramp, A security team comes down the ramp and barricades the ring. There is no humanly way possible in to the ring as 30+ Security guards swarm the ring
"So, for my best interests at not contracting HIV from anybody else that likes to spit, I have surrounded myself with a security team. These days you can never be too careful as you never know what filth people are carrying, especially dirt bags like Anomaly.. So... I'm going to invite any of those so called Originals out right now to come down this ramp and stand just there in front of me between my security team, Because let's face it, I could get flea's off Lara James and who knows how many forms of herpes Omega is carrying.. And I want to hear them tell me how wrong they were about me. To admit that they were wrong.. and I was right... Because regardless of their personal or professional opionion....
He removes the belt from his waist and holds it up high
"I'm still the champion!"
The crowd boo him immensely as he awaits a response
OT - Riot Act Member or Original member reply please!
The fans begin to cheer as the theme of Omega hits, and the man himself walks out from behind the curtain, TV Title around his waist. He stares down at Oblivion, then walks down the ramp. As he nears the bottom of the ramp, Oblivion's security halt Omega. Omega takes a step back and rises his own mic to his lips.
Omega
"You know what? I was wrong about you Oblivion. I had you tagged as a lying, cheating, manipulative son of a bitch. But now, I see the light! I know see what you truly are! And I'm sure you want to hear it for yourself, so here goes. Oblivion, you are a lying, cheating, manipulative, cowardly son of a bitch!"
The fans cheer for Omega, as he gives a smile and continues.
"Last night, you and Casey had the biggest battle of the war between Riot Act and the Originals to date. No doubt. But, you resorted to bringing out Trenton York to finish your dirty work, instead of doing it yourself! I shouldn't blame you, really. You wanted to keep that title around your waist any way possible. There was a time where I would do the same thing myself, so I understand. But, I never needed anyone else to finish my dirty work. I did it myself, and I always will do it myself. I can't blame you for bringing in York to do your dirty work, because I know, the fans know, everyone knows, even you know, Oblivion, that without Trenton York, you wouldn't have won. Plain and simple. You know you would've lost to Casey Anomaly, and all the gold would have been ripped away from the Riot Act. You realized you needed to keep the gold around your waist to make your Riot Act look like a threat still, but the route you took in doing it drove you down the wrong end of the highway. You don't look like a threat, you look like a coward who knows he can't win by himself. Now, with gold around your waist that is tainted, at best, and no gold around any other Riot Act member's waist, your group has nothing."
The fans are chanting "3-X-DUB!" as Omega looks around the arena. He flips the mic in his hand and continues speaking.
"You may hold the World Championship now. It may look like you have something. But the way you retained it last night, makes it meaningless until you either retain it with no outside help, or you lose it to someone who won't take that route. Until one of those things happens, you aren't a real champion. You're a shell of a real champion. You mean nothing to everyone but yourself and the Riot Act. That title around your waist means nothing to everyone but yourself and the Riot Act. And YOU mean nothing to everyone but yourself and the Riot Act. You may have won the battle last night, but you won't win the war."
The fans are still chanting, as Omega stands, waiting for a response from Oblivion.
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 28, 2013 10:56:59 GMT -5
Noeleen Phoenix *Drives up to the arena and parks her car. She begins walking towards the arena with bags. Her face badly damaged and showing a huge grim look on her face as she over looks Tina's protest.* "What the fuck?" Nachtwey quizzically raises an eyebrow in response to Phoenix's rude outburst, before retorting, "Well, look who it is. I knew our paths would cross one day, Noeleen Phoenix. Y'see, you and everything you represent ... is exactly what I'm fighting against. I bet you believe women deserve to be paid equally to men in the industry. I bet you think that we deserve to have more air-time. You probably also think that women are as smart as men, which is ridiculous. Everything you believe in - everything you STAND FOR ... is REE-DICULOUS. Women are the inferior gender. That's not a prejudice; it's just the cold, hard truth. Anyway, shouldn't you be making your boyfriend a sandwich, or something?" Noeleen Phoenix *Noeleen walks calmly closer to Tina stopping her original plans of going straight into the building.*
"I'm sorry, did you just say -- make a sandwich for my boyfriend? Let me get your facts straight for you since you likely cannot do that for yourself. Hi, I'm Noeleen Phoenix and I do not have a boyfriend and I actually cannot make a sandwich."
*She gives Tina a phony grin as she sets her bags beside her*
"Well honey, me and you are complete opposites then. How did you get a job here then? Isn't women in wrestling breaking the rules of your little anti-women rights cult? Considering how men are you to, the superior gender. If my facts serve me right, which they do, are men not highly dominating in wrestling and women simply join to defeat that general view of wrestling? God damn it, educate yourself woman!"
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Post by Hazza on Aug 28, 2013 11:14:01 GMT -5
Nachtwey quizzically raises an eyebrow in response to Phoenix's rude outburst, before retorting, "Well, look who it is. I knew our paths would cross one day, Noeleen Phoenix. Y'see, you and everything you represent ... is exactly what I'm fighting against. I bet you believe women deserve to be paid equally to men in the industry. I bet you think that we deserve to have more air-time. You probably also think that women are as smart as men, which is ridiculous. Everything you believe in - everything you STAND FOR ... is REE-DICULOUS. Women are the inferior gender. That's not a prejudice; it's just the cold, hard truth. Anyway, shouldn't you be making your boyfriend a sandwich, or something?" Noeleen Phoenix *Noeleen walks calmly closer to Tina stopping her original plans of going straight into the building.*
"I'm sorry, did you just say -- make a sandwich for my boyfriend? Let me get your facts straight for you since you likely cannot do that for yourself. Hi, I'm Noeleen Phoenix and I do not have a boyfriend and I actually cannot make a sandwich."
*She gives Tina a phony grin as she sets her bags beside her*
"Well honey, me and you are complete opposites then. How did you get a job here then? Isn't women in wrestling breaking the rules of your little anti-women rights cult? Considering how men are you to, the superior gender. If my facts serve me right, which they do, are men not highly dominating in wrestling and women simply join to defeat that general view of wrestling? God damn it, educate yourself woman!" " Of course men are more dominant than women in professional wrestling; but with every day that goes by, the industry becomes less and less patriarchal... and it's TERRIFYING! Thanks to people like Lara James and yourself, wrestlers and fans alike have started to push for more power towards the divas ... WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY REEEEEEEEEEE-DIC-U-LOUS! Us women have brittle bones and without men giving us guidance, we're hopeless! In fact, the reason I'm protesting here today is to try and make all 3XW Divas matches have a maximum time limit of three minutes. I am saving all of the Divas on the roster from serious injury, and since nobody cares about the divas matches anyway, I'm doing everyone a favour!" Tina pauses for a brief moment before pressing on"I am the ambassador for all of us people of the inferior gender ... and quite frankly I'd like you to treat me with a little more respect."
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Post by NEW FOR MORDOR(Noe) on Aug 28, 2013 11:17:31 GMT -5
Noeleen Phoenix *Noeleen walks calmly closer to Tina stopping her original plans of going straight into the building.*
"I'm sorry, did you just say -- make a sandwich for my boyfriend? Let me get your facts straight for you since you likely cannot do that for yourself. Hi, I'm Noeleen Phoenix and I do not have a boyfriend and I actually cannot make a sandwich."
*She gives Tina a phony grin as she sets her bags beside her*
"Well honey, me and you are complete opposites then. How did you get a job here then? Isn't women in wrestling breaking the rules of your little anti-women rights cult? Considering how men are you to, the superior gender. If my facts serve me right, which they do, are men not highly dominating in wrestling and women simply join to defeat that general view of wrestling? God damn it, educate yourself woman!" " Of course men are more dominant than women in professional wrestling; but with every day that goes by, the industry becomes less and less patriarchal... and it's TERRIFYING! Thanks to people like Lara James and yourself, wrestlers and fans alike have started to push for more power towards the divas ... WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY REEEEEEEEEEE-DIC-U-LOUS! Us women have brittle bones and without men giving us guidance, we're hopeless! In fact, the reason I'm protesting here today is to try and make all 3XW Divas matches have a maximum time limit of three minutes. I am saving all of the Divas on the roster from serious injury, and since nobody cares about the divas matches anyway, I'm doing everyone a favour!" Tina pauses for a brief moment before pressing on"I am the ambassador for all of us people of the inferior gender ... and quite frankly I'd like you to treat me with a little more respect." Noeleen Phoenix
"They cared for my match. Against that red head Sophie."
*Noeleen scowls at the thought of Sophie.*
"Well, tell me this Tina. I know this isn't exactly the best starts to our "friendship" but you're wrestling to stop women becoming too powerful am I correct? Then I might just have a job for you."
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