Post by DARKSIDE on May 16, 2010 17:43:43 GMT -5
It's only a couple of nights since Collision, and the arena is still buzzing in the aftermath. The crowd eagerly awaits the next match to begin, but instead....
The lights dim in a soft purple glow, pyro goes off on the stage and Angel comes strutting out from the back to her new entrance music..."Looks That Kill" by Motley Crue! She is wearing a full-length trenchcoat that covers everything she normally shows off as she makes her way toward the ring. The fans slowly begin to chant TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF![/i] but Angel just smiles and wags her finger at all the "naughty" boys and girls at ringside.
Angel climbs up on the apron and steps through the middle rope. She doesn't do her usual ringpost taunts, but rather just grabs a mic from the ring attendant and takes her place in the center of the ring....
Well, hello again, my little perverts![/b]
The crowd cheers and a few laughs can be heard....
Don't you ever have anything else on your minds? Gawd...you're all such "dirty birdies"!! **giggle**[/b]
Angel's fans laugh and cheer and continue to hold up their signs...
Hmmm....ya know? Maybe you're right. It was kind of cold back there, but out here...under these hot lights. Gosh, I think I need to lose some layers! Ha ha ha...[/b]
Angel slowly loosens the buckle of the belt around her coat, teasing the fans at ringside. She smirks and playfully moves on side of the coat off to the side...then covers up again quickly. Then, with the other side. The fans are reaching a fever pitch by now. Hearing their reaction, Angel then tosses her coat open and lets it slide down off of her shoulders and down to the mat....to reveal the AWF Angels Championship tightly secured around her waist! The crowd goes insane and Angel does a hip-swiveling, sexy dance and lets her fans get a good look at her from all angles...
Ahhhhhhh....much better!
Yeah. Soooooo much better, now that I am once again....your AWF Angels Champion! For the third time, no less. Too bad Ciarra didn't eat that extra bowl of Lucky Charms the morning before our match. **giggle** A couple more pink hearts, yellow moons, green clovers....or some other shit like that might have done her some good! Now, she doesn't have the title, but she does have two more marshmallows to go with now....black eyes and purple bruises! Mmmmm-mmmm. Sounds...delicious. Ha haa...
Sorry, little leprechaun. I wasn't after your Lucky Charms. I was after....your GOLD! So much for that whole "Luck of the Irish" myth. It just ran out on you![/b]
Angel lets out a sigh and changes her tone...
Yup! That's the bad thing about being the "woman on top". Oh sure, it's my favorite position **giggle**, but nothing that feels so good ever lasts. I'm sure any time now, one of those tramps in the back is gonna grow a set and come out here to try and get me to put the title up.
This isn't my first dance, ladies! I know the drill. So, who's it gonna be?
Misfitt? She did great at Collision, and I'd love to go another round with her. But, what about.....
Jenny "Fart-Stain"?? Nah...she was the champ once already...and she SUUU-UUUCKED!! Please God! Anyone but her! Ha ha ha...
Vile, maybe? Does she still work here? I can never tell.
Ugh...how about Sasha or Sabrina?[/b]
The crowd erupts in a round of loud boos...
Yeah, exactly! That's a definite FUCK no!!
Hey! How about....Nemesis?[/b]
The boos instantly change to cheers that practically shake the building....
Awww...I know. I know, babies! That would be so fucking awesome. Buuuuuuuuut...."Franky Doo-Doo-Brain" still hasn't finalized her contract. So, we'll have to wait on that.
Oh well. I guess that just leaves Ciarra and me with some boring rematch. Been there, done that, honey pie! If it comes down to that, you know I can beat you...and I'd be happy to do it again![/b]
The crowd roars once again, but their enthusiasm is cut short as someone has decided to make their presence known in the arena...
(tag)
The lights dim in a soft purple glow, pyro goes off on the stage and Angel comes strutting out from the back to her new entrance music..."Looks That Kill" by Motley Crue! She is wearing a full-length trenchcoat that covers everything she normally shows off as she makes her way toward the ring. The fans slowly begin to chant TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF![/i] but Angel just smiles and wags her finger at all the "naughty" boys and girls at ringside.
Angel climbs up on the apron and steps through the middle rope. She doesn't do her usual ringpost taunts, but rather just grabs a mic from the ring attendant and takes her place in the center of the ring....
Well, hello again, my little perverts![/b]
The crowd cheers and a few laughs can be heard....
Don't you ever have anything else on your minds? Gawd...you're all such "dirty birdies"!! **giggle**[/b]
Angel's fans laugh and cheer and continue to hold up their signs...
Hmmm....ya know? Maybe you're right. It was kind of cold back there, but out here...under these hot lights. Gosh, I think I need to lose some layers! Ha ha ha...[/b]
Angel slowly loosens the buckle of the belt around her coat, teasing the fans at ringside. She smirks and playfully moves on side of the coat off to the side...then covers up again quickly. Then, with the other side. The fans are reaching a fever pitch by now. Hearing their reaction, Angel then tosses her coat open and lets it slide down off of her shoulders and down to the mat....to reveal the AWF Angels Championship tightly secured around her waist! The crowd goes insane and Angel does a hip-swiveling, sexy dance and lets her fans get a good look at her from all angles...
Ahhhhhhh....much better!
Yeah. Soooooo much better, now that I am once again....your AWF Angels Champion! For the third time, no less. Too bad Ciarra didn't eat that extra bowl of Lucky Charms the morning before our match. **giggle** A couple more pink hearts, yellow moons, green clovers....or some other shit like that might have done her some good! Now, she doesn't have the title, but she does have two more marshmallows to go with now....black eyes and purple bruises! Mmmmm-mmmm. Sounds...delicious. Ha haa...
Sorry, little leprechaun. I wasn't after your Lucky Charms. I was after....your GOLD! So much for that whole "Luck of the Irish" myth. It just ran out on you![/b]
Angel lets out a sigh and changes her tone...
Yup! That's the bad thing about being the "woman on top". Oh sure, it's my favorite position **giggle**, but nothing that feels so good ever lasts. I'm sure any time now, one of those tramps in the back is gonna grow a set and come out here to try and get me to put the title up.
This isn't my first dance, ladies! I know the drill. So, who's it gonna be?
Misfitt? She did great at Collision, and I'd love to go another round with her. But, what about.....
Jenny "Fart-Stain"?? Nah...she was the champ once already...and she SUUU-UUUCKED!! Please God! Anyone but her! Ha ha ha...
Vile, maybe? Does she still work here? I can never tell.
Ugh...how about Sasha or Sabrina?[/b]
The crowd erupts in a round of loud boos...
Yeah, exactly! That's a definite FUCK no!!
Hey! How about....Nemesis?[/b]
The boos instantly change to cheers that practically shake the building....
Awww...I know. I know, babies! That would be so fucking awesome. Buuuuuuuuut...."Franky Doo-Doo-Brain" still hasn't finalized her contract. So, we'll have to wait on that.
Oh well. I guess that just leaves Ciarra and me with some boring rematch. Been there, done that, honey pie! If it comes down to that, you know I can beat you...and I'd be happy to do it again![/b]
The crowd roars once again, but their enthusiasm is cut short as someone has decided to make their presence known in the arena...
(tag)
