Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Sept 10, 2012 22:28:26 GMT -5
The camera pans to Morgan Davis walking down the hallway. Her athletic gear zipped and dragged along her shoulder, while her hand relaxed on her hip. Her casual yellow mini-skirt accentuated her long legs as she strutted towards the hallway, but as soon as she could turn the corner and head to her locker room, the interviewing crew headed her way, causing her to stop as the crew was blocking her path.
Hey, Miss Davis. We would like to welcome you to Slammiversary tonight.You wouldn’t mind us interviewing you.”
In her mind, she immediately rolled her eyes, and felt like punching the interviewer in the face. Just to bring joy and delight to her, and the fact that these interviewers just can’t seem to quit. In the outside, however, all she did was take off her sunglasses, and look at the interviewer with a blank expression. Her voice calming and surprisingly collective.
“Yesterday was a pretty depressing day for me. Going to the hospital to see Eddie Hall after he was injured not too long ago. Too bad he was asleep when I got the chance to visit. A talk with the doctors made me learn that he probably won’t be wrestling for a while. If not ever again…and you know what?"
She inched closer to the interviewer, glaring into his eyes. The interviewer expecting some interesting fact from Morgan towards the event.
“It’s beginning to piss me off!”
Giving her tongue a break, she paused for a moment, swinging her hair behind her. Her anger was expressed with her eyebrows curling and her lips tightening together, but in order to hold her composure, she closed her eyes and took a long, lingering sigh, continuing the interview.
“I hear that “Chihuahua in a mask” has a match with Shia, coincidentally before mine. This will be interesting. I’ll be sure to bring some popcorn and have a front row seat for this match. Double S giving Joel the ultimate facelift for that horrid ass face of his is going to be a pleasure witnessing. That outta learn him for doing that to his own brother. Such a bitch ass move.”
“But before I handle his ass, I got my match against Velvet Sky, or Velveeta Cheese.”
“I still get a kick out of saying that shit, but anyways. This will be Velveeta’s last match until that little bastard of hers gets out of…whatever the hell she has. I don’t care if she’s pregnant or not. It is a competition, and she is my opponent for Slammiversary. I’m still going to kick her ass all up and through the ring, and will give me a chance at becoming GZWA Women’s Champion since Velvet decided to hang her shit up to dry.”
“If any of her “FWB’s” want to talk shit too and interfere in this upcoming match, that means you Angelo, I will surely kick some teeth straight, or some boobs straight in your case, tranny. That’s for real.”
“Once Velvet Sky is done, it’s on to the next bitch for me! How do you like those peaches, bitch?”
Morgan darted away from the interviewing crew and towards her locker room. The interviewer watching from behind.
Hey, Miss Davis. We would like to welcome you to Slammiversary tonight.You wouldn’t mind us interviewing you.”
In her mind, she immediately rolled her eyes, and felt like punching the interviewer in the face. Just to bring joy and delight to her, and the fact that these interviewers just can’t seem to quit. In the outside, however, all she did was take off her sunglasses, and look at the interviewer with a blank expression. Her voice calming and surprisingly collective.
“Yesterday was a pretty depressing day for me. Going to the hospital to see Eddie Hall after he was injured not too long ago. Too bad he was asleep when I got the chance to visit. A talk with the doctors made me learn that he probably won’t be wrestling for a while. If not ever again…and you know what?"
She inched closer to the interviewer, glaring into his eyes. The interviewer expecting some interesting fact from Morgan towards the event.
“It’s beginning to piss me off!”
Giving her tongue a break, she paused for a moment, swinging her hair behind her. Her anger was expressed with her eyebrows curling and her lips tightening together, but in order to hold her composure, she closed her eyes and took a long, lingering sigh, continuing the interview.
“I hear that “Chihuahua in a mask” has a match with Shia, coincidentally before mine. This will be interesting. I’ll be sure to bring some popcorn and have a front row seat for this match. Double S giving Joel the ultimate facelift for that horrid ass face of his is going to be a pleasure witnessing. That outta learn him for doing that to his own brother. Such a bitch ass move.”
“But before I handle his ass, I got my match against Velvet Sky, or Velveeta Cheese.”
“I still get a kick out of saying that shit, but anyways. This will be Velveeta’s last match until that little bastard of hers gets out of…whatever the hell she has. I don’t care if she’s pregnant or not. It is a competition, and she is my opponent for Slammiversary. I’m still going to kick her ass all up and through the ring, and will give me a chance at becoming GZWA Women’s Champion since Velvet decided to hang her shit up to dry.”
“If any of her “FWB’s” want to talk shit too and interfere in this upcoming match, that means you Angelo, I will surely kick some teeth straight, or some boobs straight in your case, tranny. That’s for real.”
“Once Velvet Sky is done, it’s on to the next bitch for me! How do you like those peaches, bitch?”
Morgan darted away from the interviewing crew and towards her locker room. The interviewer watching from behind.