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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2013 20:59:54 GMT -5
Ashley walks out with the crowd booing. Many calling her derogatory names. She waves them off as she enters the ring as she is handed her custom pink and bedazzled mic. She clears her throat to cut the boos. You know I am about tired of everyone dissing me like I am some nobody. Not to mention there are two British tramps stealing my airtime. One in particular has things I want and things I will take. It don't matter how she tries it will cost her in the end. But what reeks worse is them calling each other "bombshells." Don't they understand there is only one bombshell and that is me!
And since Jenna thinks she's above me and in reality she is beneath me then I will take things in my own hands. Tonight I am gonna beat her new best friend in Sara. Why? Because she thinks she's hot but she is not. She thinks she is me flaunting her fake body while mine is as real as rain. Tired of these hooks thinking they can move me to the side just like the fortune cookie in Tia. You all will find out that I am not taking a backseat to no one unless it is me taking your boyfriend in his backseat. I am good at that and making them do what I want.
So Sara I know you are in the back. Why don't you come out here so we can talk like big girls. Fair warning I am a bad and dirty girl so be prepared.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 11:50:28 GMT -5
The camera cuts to a scene where we see footage backstage of Sara and Les Taylor watching Ashley's interview from Sara's dressing room. Sara stands up, enraged, as Les begs her to stay put and continue the 'breakthrough' conversation they were having previously. Sara doesn't listen, and begins to make her way through the backstage area towards the ring, with Les trailing behind her, pitifully trying to call her back. Eventually he gives up and allows her to walk-on.
Her music hits the sound system, and she quickly makes her way into the ring.
Are you kidding me!? I have enough people competing for my time, pulling me this way and that, and I only just got here a few weeks ago. I got Jenna Storm wanting to be my new best friend because we're both from Britain. I got Les Taylor trying to be my father-figure. I got Raiyven thinking she's the better Mixed-Martial-Artist. I got some scrub Tia Tsung getting a fluke victory over me at the PPV, and now you feel threatened by me too so you're calling me out? Big mistake for you. NO! Les will not be accompanying me to ringside, just like he isn't out here to talk for me now - but the mood I'm in right now, I'm likely to kick your head off your shoulders! If you want a match with me, Miss Priss, you got one!
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