Post by DARKSIDE on Sept 16, 2013 20:06:24 GMT -5
It's early in the evening as the big PPV is under way. During a break between matches, the arena lights go dim...almost pitch dark. "Stillborn" by Black Label Society pounds through the speakers, and Angel strolls out onto the stage. Her VW Vixxens Championship worn proudly around her waist, the Diva of Darkside walks down the ramp, her hips swaying in ways that bring grown men to their knees. Angel plays to her fans as she passes by her admirers on either side of the entrance ramp. She winks and points to a young man in the third row who is holding a "MARRY ME ANGEL" sign. She blows a kiss to him with a sexy smile and gentle laugh under her breath.
Angel hops up onto the ring apron and taunts once again before climbing between the ropes. She unfastens the title belt from around her waist, mounts the far turnbuckle and holds the belt up high for all to see. Her fans worship in the soft red glow that has fallen across the arena. Angel jumps down from the ringpost and swoops up a mic from a nearby attendant. Angel suddenly takes on a more serious look as the light come back up.
Well. Here we are again, boys and girls! Bright lights, big action...with all the eyes of the world upon us. Only, this time...I am not out here to call some random twat out from the back so I can rip out her spleen and feed it to her! NO!! Not this time. It seems "Yorkie-poo" has already served someone up for me tonight. Here! Take a look...
Angel points to the giant video screen on the stage, and a package plays showing the events leading up to the 5-Woman Scramble match from last week's X-Stream to name the #1 contender for the Vixxens title. In the end, it shows Brooke Lynn Bronx with her hands raised high in final victory.
Angel is seen clapping sarcastically as the video ends and the camera goes back to the live broadcast.
Good job! Good job, Brooke! Wow. I bet that feels like the greatest accomplishment in your whole lackluster career, huh? You must be feeling pretty damn confident about now....walking out of that ring as the new #1 contender for MY Vixxens title. Bad news, goomba! You may have beat those other pieces of trash, but you have not....and WILL NOT.....defeat me! Got it?
It takes a lot of luck to win a match like that. You don't need natural ability. You don't need power. You just have to pick your spot and sneak out a win when the timing is right. Lady Luck smiled on you that night, but as for tonight? You better bring more than dumb luck if you want a molecule of a chance of taking this championship away from me!
Angel pauses as the fans cheer for her. The hunger in her tone of voice and the look in her eyes speak volumes!
The woman I beat to lay claim to this title was the only one of those five contenders who really deserves a shot at this tonight. Raiyven is 10 times the woman you are, Brooke. She is everything you aspire to be, and nothing you will ever come close to being! I have been keeping my eye on you. Don't get me wrong! I take all my opponents seriously. Thing is, I get a headache every time you open your mouth. I don't know if I am watching a Viral Wrestling promo, or if I'm in a bad remake of "My Cousin Vinny". What the fuck is "yous"?? Are you seeing double, or something? Let me make this VERY clear, "Brooke". It doesn't matter if you are seeing one of me, or a dozen. There is only one of me...and that is still WAY more than you can handle!
The fans go crazy once again, and Angel waits for them to calm down....
So, yeah! Bring your busted backside down to this ring. Bring all your "luck", and roll the dice. You want to take a gamble with your career? With your life?? Step through those ropes and see how far "luck" will get you. There's no jackpot waiting for you. Only a world of delicious pain! I'm gonna hit your so hard, one of the O's is going to fall out of your name, leaving you nothing but...BROKE!
Angel hops up onto the ring apron and taunts once again before climbing between the ropes. She unfastens the title belt from around her waist, mounts the far turnbuckle and holds the belt up high for all to see. Her fans worship in the soft red glow that has fallen across the arena. Angel jumps down from the ringpost and swoops up a mic from a nearby attendant. Angel suddenly takes on a more serious look as the light come back up.
Well. Here we are again, boys and girls! Bright lights, big action...with all the eyes of the world upon us. Only, this time...I am not out here to call some random twat out from the back so I can rip out her spleen and feed it to her! NO!! Not this time. It seems "Yorkie-poo" has already served someone up for me tonight. Here! Take a look...
Angel points to the giant video screen on the stage, and a package plays showing the events leading up to the 5-Woman Scramble match from last week's X-Stream to name the #1 contender for the Vixxens title. In the end, it shows Brooke Lynn Bronx with her hands raised high in final victory.
Angel is seen clapping sarcastically as the video ends and the camera goes back to the live broadcast.
Good job! Good job, Brooke! Wow. I bet that feels like the greatest accomplishment in your whole lackluster career, huh? You must be feeling pretty damn confident about now....walking out of that ring as the new #1 contender for MY Vixxens title. Bad news, goomba! You may have beat those other pieces of trash, but you have not....and WILL NOT.....defeat me! Got it?
It takes a lot of luck to win a match like that. You don't need natural ability. You don't need power. You just have to pick your spot and sneak out a win when the timing is right. Lady Luck smiled on you that night, but as for tonight? You better bring more than dumb luck if you want a molecule of a chance of taking this championship away from me!
Angel pauses as the fans cheer for her. The hunger in her tone of voice and the look in her eyes speak volumes!
The woman I beat to lay claim to this title was the only one of those five contenders who really deserves a shot at this tonight. Raiyven is 10 times the woman you are, Brooke. She is everything you aspire to be, and nothing you will ever come close to being! I have been keeping my eye on you. Don't get me wrong! I take all my opponents seriously. Thing is, I get a headache every time you open your mouth. I don't know if I am watching a Viral Wrestling promo, or if I'm in a bad remake of "My Cousin Vinny". What the fuck is "yous"?? Are you seeing double, or something? Let me make this VERY clear, "Brooke". It doesn't matter if you are seeing one of me, or a dozen. There is only one of me...and that is still WAY more than you can handle!
The fans go crazy once again, and Angel waits for them to calm down....
So, yeah! Bring your busted backside down to this ring. Bring all your "luck", and roll the dice. You want to take a gamble with your career? With your life?? Step through those ropes and see how far "luck" will get you. There's no jackpot waiting for you. Only a world of delicious pain! I'm gonna hit your so hard, one of the O's is going to fall out of your name, leaving you nothing but...BROKE!