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Post by Jenna Storm on Aug 27, 2013 19:13:58 GMT -5
Jenna is in the ring after the commercial break. Leaning on the ropes as she blows kisses. A handler gives her a mic as she knows the camera is on her.
Hey bitch! Yeah you in the back licking your wounds from another beating from the British Bombshells. How is your back anyway? After I dropped you through that table leaving you breathless? You see bitch you wanted some and you got some. The problem is that you didn't get in that ring prepared. You and your blood sister left holding the bag once again. While these two British bitches did what is natural. There is no woman on this planet that is like me. I got it all. And you sister you got what is mine. It got stolen from me from that redheaded slut. So I should be thanking you for getting it for me. As I was gonna punk that bitch out.
Now Angel I know you will come out here spewing that poison out of your mouth. And at the ppv you and me in that ring. So lick your wounds and bring that bitch ass out here before I go in the back and continue what I started last week.
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DARKSIDE
Free Agent
VW Tag Team Champions
Posts: 169
Alignment: Tweener
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Post by DARKSIDE on Aug 27, 2013 23:20:44 GMT -5
It doesn't take long for Angel to walk out onto the stage and answer Jenna....
Really, Jenna? Really? Is that what you think? You think I'm going to come down there and "spew poison" from my mouth? Well....maybe I should. It would be a nice change from the bullshit that's "spewing" out of yours!
Angel walks up the steel steps and climbs between the ropes.
Think you're a big shot because you put me through a table, huh? Think you and your partner are a great team because you won a fucking tables match? Are you sure? I know in your clouded blonde head...yeah, Jenna, I know what your natural color is...you're just like everyone else. Break a table, get off easy, and act like you just slaughtered God. Well, I got news for ya, sweetie. I...AM....STILL....HERE! You may have put me through a table, but that's about ALL you did. Oh, and you also pissed me the fuck off. Your little speech just now didn't do you any favors, and I gotta tell ya....nobody in this building is buying it for a minute. They know it's going to take more than a cheap wooden table to end my career.
Question is....what will it take to end yours? I thrive on pain and bodily punishment. Honey, you didn't hurt me that bad. Hell, you barely made me cum! You kept your precious tag team titles, and I know deep down, you scurried out of the arena at SuperClash like a rat hiding its cheese after that match, knowing you just barely escaped having your fake plastic head ripped off and used as a suppository.
You want me at the next PPV, huh? For my Vixens title? Whatever! I'm fine with that. I'd love a good one on one match with you. No tagging out, no partners cutting into our "fun". Just you....and me....and all the nasty things we wanna do to each other. Ha ha haaa..... Oh yeah, I like that a lot!
But, that's a story for another time. What business do you have polluting the air in MY ring tonight? You want a little taste of what's coming for you in a few weeks, or what?
Angel raises an eyebrow and smirks at Jenna as she waits for her response....
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