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** Transylvanian Concubine Drifts From The Speakers,
The Lights Slowly Dimming Into An Almost Complete Dark, A Soft, Hazy Yellow Light Half Heartedly Directed Twoards The Ramp,
As The Song Drifts About In The Air, Silver Lights Giving The Appearance Of Snakes Trickle Up And Down The Side Of The Ramp
As A Figure Steps Out Onto The Ramp, Her Long Slender Body Clad In A White Straight Jacket Like Dress, Her Head Tilted Forward,
Masses Of Black/Blue Curls Tipping Over Her Face, A Microphone Being Carefully Handelled In One Hand As She Looks Around,
Her Head Lifting Slightly, The Same, Familliar Twisted Smirk Set Upon Her Lips In Hallowing Normalitty. She Moves Slowly Down
The Ramp, Her Movements Graceful And Catlike As She Slips Up Onto The Apron, One Gracious Gloves Hand Running Itself Across
The Surface Of The Rope As She Swings Her Head Back, Her Icy Blue Eyes Coming Into Vision As The Crowd Begin A Few Hushed
Boo's, Their Minds Still Not Made Up On Whats Before Them. She Slips Between The Top And Middle Ropes With Perfect Ease, Her
White Clad Chest Skimming The Surface Of The Rope As She Slides Through, She Then Turns Slipping Up Onto The Turn Buckle And
Seating Herself, Crossing One Leg Neatly Over The Other, She Clears Her Throat A Little, Her Cold Blue Eyes Unblinking As
She Brings The Mic To Her Lips, Rady To Speak.**
Charlotte Kin: "Now So Fra, All I've Heard This Week
Is These So Called Diva's Running Their Mouths About How They're Great, The Best In The Biz, How They're Gonna Kick My Ass,
Now, Girls, There's Something You Need To Learn, You Think Pain Scares Me? You Think Threatening To Beat Me In A Match For
Some Inisgnificant Little Diva's Title Puts The Fear In Me?! **She Chuckles Softly, Shaking Her Head.**
Be Serious, For Me, This Match Isn't About Winning, And That, Brings Me To Steph, "The Million
Dollar Princess." More Like The Two Dollar Ho, Come On Steph, You Think Getting A Pin Is What I Care About? You Think SLipping
Some Pathetic Little Diva Only Title Around My Waist Is What I'm About? You're Hilarious, You Know That? This Match Is About
ME, Finally Getting My Hands On Your Skanky Ass, Forget Beat You, I'm Gonna Break You, I Wanna Rip You Into Tiny Little Pieces,
This Isn't About A Pinfall, This Is About Breaking You. I'm Gonna Show You What Pain Really Is. Unlike You I'm Not Some Money
Hungry Little Whore Who'll Go Running To Her Daddy The First Sign Of Trouble, I Am Gonna Take You Out. And I Just Can't Wait
Until That Time Comes, Until I Can Finally Walk Down The Hall Without Seeing You, When I Can FINALLY Go Anywhere Without Hearing
Your Name, Because After Cranage, The Only Time People Will Be Talking About You, Is When They Talk About My Victory, My Complete
And Total Destruction Of You, And When That Day Comes Stephanie, You Will Truly Know What Pain Is, 'Cause This Time, It Really
IS Personal!!"
It's Always Personal |