Post by Elizabeth Knight on Feb 5, 2007 5:48:04 GMT -4
"Miss Knight, Miss Knight..."
A scowl crosses Elizabeth's face...
"It's Michaels... you'd think working for this company and seeing host to the wedding you'd know that..."[/b]
She turns, facing the young reporter as she'd just gotten a bottle of water in the arena... she sighs when a camera is shoved into her face...
"Bloody leeches...[/color][/b]
"Mrs. Michaels... we got word of Heather Fierhart calling you out in your locker room following your loss... any thoughts?"
"What the hell do they pay you for? My thoughts? Simply put, it's this... I've gotten what I want in regards to the Women's Title... but Heather wants me so bad? I've got to wait for the pay per view to get what I truly deserve, but at Full Throttle? I fancy the idea of giving Heather just what she deserves... shoving that plastic bitch out of the spotlight that she so sadly wastes... Heather? You want your shot? You're on... you and me at Full Throttle... You think you'll have the upperhand on me since you defeated my partner, who, in turn defeated me? Think again... pay attention, each and every one of you... you'll see a brand new Elizabeth Michaels... I guarantee it."[/b]
"Uh... and abou..."
He's cut off as she just walks away, glaring him down as she heads to her locker room with her husband...
A scowl crosses Elizabeth's face...
"It's Michaels... you'd think working for this company and seeing host to the wedding you'd know that..."[/b]
She turns, facing the young reporter as she'd just gotten a bottle of water in the arena... she sighs when a camera is shoved into her face...
"Bloody leeches...[/color][/b]
"Mrs. Michaels... we got word of Heather Fierhart calling you out in your locker room following your loss... any thoughts?"
"What the hell do they pay you for? My thoughts? Simply put, it's this... I've gotten what I want in regards to the Women's Title... but Heather wants me so bad? I've got to wait for the pay per view to get what I truly deserve, but at Full Throttle? I fancy the idea of giving Heather just what she deserves... shoving that plastic bitch out of the spotlight that she so sadly wastes... Heather? You want your shot? You're on... you and me at Full Throttle... You think you'll have the upperhand on me since you defeated my partner, who, in turn defeated me? Think again... pay attention, each and every one of you... you'll see a brand new Elizabeth Michaels... I guarantee it."[/b]
"Uh... and abou..."
He's cut off as she just walks away, glaring him down as she heads to her locker room with her husband...