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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2013 7:19:02 GMT -5
Raiyven walks out in a very determined look as she was in no mood for games this week. She basically snatched the mic out of the ring announcer's hand after she slid in the ring. He couldn't even get her name out good. She was counting to 3 for him to leave or she was gonna throw him out. He leaves instantly.
What a week I have had! I know Michelle you are probably laughing about it as you seen my world get turned upside down. And I know how evil you are so I know you are the queen at the bottom of all of this crap! I can't even eat a meal with my man without you being involved. I can't go shopping without hearing from my ex. What you found that much about me to contact him and make my life a living hell! Is that what you are trying to do? Now he came in and trying to show off and I blame you for all of it! That's right it is all your fault this has happened to me and you are probably laughing it all up.
Well since a woman can't get a decent meal or have a time alone to do some shopping without having your fingerprint on all of it then I say get your French ass out here and we can settle our differences the only way I know how and that is in this ring!
Raiyven was hot and wanted to punch a wall but in this case punch Michelle.
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Post by privileged on Feb 23, 2013 5:32:06 GMT -5
"You're delusional if you feel I had anything to do with your personal quarrels." Michelle appears from behind the entrance curtain, not bothering to wait for her theme music. She wasn't laughing, she wasn't smirking, in fact her face lacked any form of pleasurable emotion. It was quite the contrary, Michelle actually seemed concerned, almost afraid to even make her presence known in the scene. She knew their last meeting together ended rather horribly, but never did she imagine her verbal jabs could create a person who was completely and utterly unstable. "I suppose it would be pointless to ask if you're feeling 'okay.' Anyone with a working set of eyes could attest that it's obviously the opposite." She wasn't quite sure how to handle the situation. She needed to read the situation and read it quickly otherwise their scheduled match against each other wasn't going to be the classic that she hoped for.
"You must think really highly of me if I'm constantly plaguing the recesses of your mind. It must be beautifully torturous. However, even if I am the ruling Queen of this mess that I know absolutely nothing about, I cannot control what you think, I cannot control over what you perceive and surely I cannot control your emotions." Michelle was making her way down the entrance ramp, each step taken with special caution. She could feel that Raiyven was on the verge of snapping and she had to make sure she didn't step on any cracks. "Only you, and you alone have that power. Yes, I can play with them, pull their strings, but ultimately how you act and carry yourself is solely on you and putting the blame on me isn't going to remedy the troubles you have sunk yourself into." Michelle was now at the end of the entrance ramp, the ring aprons weaving within the arena air in anticipation of their returning femme fatale.
"Settle down and really think. Close your eyes, breathe in the air of this pay-per-view atmosphere and allow yourself to ponder. You'll realize that I am just the least of your trouble. I am not your lover. I am not your ex-lover. I am definitely not the cashier at the clothing shops." Michelle was now steadily making her way towards the ring steps, not keeping her eyes away from the troubled Raiyven. "I am simply your opponent for tonight. I am both the least and the most easiest of whatever troubles you're feeling. See, unlike every thing else, we come to a definitive conclusion tonight. Win or lose, I'm out of your hair. Forever with two victories over our former Vixens champion." Step by step, she makes her way onto the ring mat and stays close the steel pole, unsure if it's safe to actually enter the ring. "I'm not going to call you out of the blue after tonight, I don't even know your number. We're not going to go on a date. Trust me, we're never going to go on a date. We may run into each other in the hall ways, but we're co-workers, so that's expected." Michelle was trying to keep her voice as calm as she possibly can, in hopes that it would rub off on her opponent who was now just a few feet away from her. "So, just calm down. I am hardly leaving subliminal messages in your Cheerios."
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