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Post by Angel Storm on Sept 16, 2007 19:37:09 GMT -4
As the APW comes back from a commercial break, "New Beginning" by Threat Signal plays throughout the PA system, and fans get to their feet as Angel Storm comes out onto the stage. She has a smirk on her face as she likes the cheers she's hearing. She stops on the stage, and raises her arms, and fire pyro comes up from behind her. She then makes her way to the ring, and when she slides in, fire pyro (on cue) comes from the ring post. She then makes her way to the corner, and stands on the second rope, and raises her right hand. She then motions for someone to give her a microphone, and then turns around, and begins to speak.
Last week on Full Throttle, I had my first taste of action when I was put into a dark match with another female. It's been a while since I wrestled in a major efed. I have my little promotion, but nothing compares to wrestling in front of the bigger crowds, and making people raise an eyebrow at competition. What you saw last week was only just a taste of what you could see from me in the future. You see, I plan on doing what "The beauty of Darkness" has done everytime she steps in the ring, and that's turn heads, and make a big impact! I am a lady on a mission to prove to anyone, and everyone that Angel Storm can kick ass, and kick hard!
She pauses, then continues.
Tonight, I'm looking for a challenge for any female in the back, and it really doesn't matter who it is either. You can be the biggest, and baddest bitch in the land, and I'll take you on like just as much as the smallest, but craftiest bitch in the land as well. Competition is my game, and if is your game then come on down!
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Post by lc on Sept 16, 2007 20:38:27 GMT -4
She doesn't have to wait long for a reply, as Rob Zombie's "Foxy, Foxy" hits the arena, the lights darkening slightly. Now, now it is time for the woman who had begun to prove herself last week with a submission victory over Stacie Wilson in a pitfight... And she looks to up her game this week, placing her hand on her hip and walking down the stage with her eyes locked onto Angel's.
She slides into the ring, glaring her down, a microphone finding its way to her hand, to her lips.
"The beauty of darkness?
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Ugh. The only big impact you're going to make is when you step into the ring... if this thing hasn't been fortified enough from the slams that happen on it... they sure are going to want to do it after you get done stepping in the ring. Why, oh why am I looking at commiting suicide by wrestling a much larger woman this weekend?
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Oh, right, competition. I can't in all knowledge, call myself the biggest bitch in the land... that title surely lands right on your shoulders, but I can say that you're definately not the baddest. Fattest maybe. Me? I'm the baddest, and I'm just... too much bitch, aren't I? It's fun... it really is, and dispute it all you want, I'll continue to prove it to be true. You came out with a challenge? I come out here to accept. Just... don't step on me, kay?"
Such disrespect for this newcomer... Lacey cares not though...
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Post by Angel Storm on Sept 16, 2007 23:29:24 GMT -4
Angel couldn't help, but laugh.
Oh, you are funny. You sound like that immature whore who was known as "pornstar" with the fat jokes. Just because I have curves, and have a figure, don't what I look for granted! You want to play the immature game; be my guess because while you try, and be on that supposed high horse of yours, I'll be running circles around your cocky pompous dumbass!
She shakes her head as it seems the trendy thing to do, and insult a lady with curves. She shrugs it off, and continues speaking.
For one thing, I didn't say I was the baddest bitch in the land, but I said that I wouldn't mind fighting baddest bitch in the land, but since you think you are little girl, I'll just have to make an example out of talent yourself, and show why mouthing, and trying to make yourself better than me is just plain bad idea! When I knock your ass back to reality, don't come crying that it was a fluke or nothing like that. I have defeated some of the best talent out there today, and I did it with skill. You think you are just going to knock me off. Go ahead, and try, and prove me wrong!
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Post by lc on Sept 16, 2007 23:37:10 GMT -4
"Now we're getting somewhere. Thank you for not consuming the microphone during that canned in response to being called fat, I'm sure the Angels will appreciate it. Now, you want to get on the subject of skill... and, while I try not to laugh in your face with your statement of "Running around me," since we know that someone as small as I, you'd be probably not even from my right arm to the just start of the left side of my ass before you were already winded, why don't we make this match a match of skill then? Instead of suffocating me with a stink face or leg drop or whatever it is that you cows do, how about you make me tap, if you feel that you are so bold to do so? Have skill? Bring it." [/font][/center]
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Post by Angel Storm on Sept 17, 2007 8:02:37 GMT -4
She rolls her eyes as she goes off the same imature statements.
You aren't, or original with your statements, and certianly going to help you tonight. You think I'm somehow slow, and I"ll be fuckin' winded!? Yeah, that's really a great way to come into a match huh. Think you are just going "to outrun" all of a sudden. Bitch, you have no clue who you are messing with, and certianly how skilled I am. I have been wrestling since a little girl, and know more holds than what a normal girl who just got in the business knows. That's for damn sure. You want to act like I'm so obese bitch. That's on you, and will be your downfall. While you feeling the pressure trying to find something that you think is insulting, I"ll be moving to better things, and leave those insults for someone who really cares because only thing you need to worry about is not some damn leg drop. Even the thought of the statement just makes me shake my head, but nevertheless. It's not a damn leg drop that you have to be worried about, but getting powerbombed through the mat, and trying not embarrass yourself when you go against a veteran in this business such as myself
She pauses for a moment, and then continues
Anything else you want to try to take a stab at so I can shoot it down just like your attempt appearance jokes at me? I'd sure like to hear them, or would you like to talk about the actual match?
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Post by lc on Sept 17, 2007 9:11:05 GMT -4
"Maybe if you'd stop thinking Arby's and listen... I already did talk about the match, you huge bitch. You want to brag about being able to go hold for hold? Put your money where your mouth is and accept the submission stipulation."
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Post by Angel Storm on Sept 17, 2007 9:26:21 GMT -4
I accept your submission bitch, and the only one who keeps talking about food, and shit is yourself. Maybe you are the one who's hungry, and not me?! I'm going to make this short, and simple for you understand, just because you win submission match, does not mean that you are the dean of submissions, or have an advantage over anyone. I'm going to beat some respect into you bitch!
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Post by lc on Sept 17, 2007 9:32:32 GMT -4
"Ohhhhhhhhh.... yeah, I bet. I never called myself the dean of submissions or anthing like that, but it's going to be fun chopping your legs down and listening to that beastly scream of yours as I go to make you tap. Good day, catering is down the hall and I'll see you at Full Throttle. KthanksBYE!"
Satisfied with what she had received and the ruffling of feathers she surely had done, Lacey makes her exit to "Foxy, Foxy" after a small staredown with Angel Storm. Respect? *sigh* Tubby's got a long way to go to earn any of it from her, obviously... Lacey's not one to "hand it out" to whoever thinks they deserve it. [/size][/font][/color]
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Post by Angel Storm on Sept 17, 2007 9:42:20 GMT -4
More humor huh. You can go ahead, and try to chop me down while I put you in all the holds I want, and hear your snotty ass shout out the words "I submit". Need not to worry about my screams, but your own!
Fin
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