Post by Justice on Nov 6, 2012 16:01:14 GMT -5
Justice is sitting comfortably in her office which is in the home that she still shares with the other co-owner Xion Zeros. Resplendent as always, Justice seems to have little cares in the world in spite of being co-owner of a growing wrestling organization, her own professional portfolio; not to mention the string of recent setbacks from ZX deciding to move on to her failed attempts to achieve the coveted World Heavyweight title so long denied her.
Justice seems to not have a care in the world and yet her pretty brow is furrowed in concentration.
Hello Justice! It has been a while since we last chatted.
That it has mate, that it has.
Any particular reason for the silence?
Recent events in my life are all public knowledge. I did not feel the need to indulge an interviewer's moronic questions.
That's a little harsh, isn't it....
I disagree. I feel that it is not harsh enough. For example, I have already divined your first question. You are wondering why I am still residing in the flat that I shared with Xion. are you not?
Now that you mention it.....
This is the first thing we purchased together as a couple after ZXWWF closed. I own half of this much in the same way that I own half of GZWA. It is not a simple matter to merely waltz away from something that you toiled so long and hard to build.... much like GZWA.
Z seems to find less and less of a reason to be present these days however. All because of that slapper who says that Z impregnated her. Let us be frank, Maury Povich will do anything for ratings and did she ever give him some.
So all this is Brooklyn's fault?
I have no clue what is going on in that mind of his. For all I know, Cheeka could be brainwashing him again. What I am sure of is what everyone saw and felt at Slammiversary; he is NOT over this. That kiss bloody well melted the camera.
But he still dumped you infront of a live audience.....
Justice's eyes roll around and she shuts them tightly. Her face contorts into a momentary visage of rage until Justice takes a deep breath to calm herself. She replies through clenched teeth.
THAT is the reality that I must deal with. I have tried to play nice, be "cute little sex bunny", strong wrestler girl, business equal and partner to no avail. Now I must do as I must just as I suspect that he will in kind. I just finished discussing this matter with my barrister. I made the mistake of rushing into things before with no good result. Now I am taking my time, making my case and then revealing it.
Justice slowly turns to look directly into the camera.
I can safely remind my darling Z that we have been together long enough that the state considers us married in some form of common-law arrangement. What that means to you is that since you decided to leave without even some form of "pre-nuptual agreement", half of what you own is mine.
What!?!??! That means.....
Yes it does mate. I am not completely heartless however. What it will take is a simple conversation if Z is enough of a bloke to face me.
What kind of....
That is enough of that subject.
Justice glares at the interviewer.
Alllrighty then.... Let's talk about this week's Primetime. ZX put you in an "Anything Goes" match with a man. What are your thoughts going into next week?
Where in the bloody blue blazes have you been? More importantly, how on earth did you get your job? I shall see fit to correct that error forthwith! ALL I do is wrestle men! I want the World Title, not the "I Look the Most Inflated in a String Bikini" Title!
Uhhh....
I do wish to address this Mike Bradley "person" however.
Justice says with a sneer.
You have just gone and done the single DUMBEST thing in your entire career: you have ensared my attention. I cannot seem to do the things that I need to do for my career and my family without your whiney, nasaly voice everywhere I go! This week on Primetime, that ends. Permanently.
You have been going on about bringing myself to "justice" for taking "your" spot in the King of the Mountain match. Mate if you were any more delusional then there would be no room padded enough to contain you. What you seem to coveniently allow to slip you miniscule mind is that you LOST that match and spot even before I ever became involved. So whoever I decided to insert in that match had no bearing on the fact that you had your chance and blew it, as it were.
I am so sick of the divas running around GZWA thinking that everything is owed to them simply because they exist. I have worked my dilectable rear off since I was eight years old. I was chokeslammed through a steel cage by the Undertaker. I have a steel plate in my head courtesy of Stone Cold Steve Austin and others. I have been a Playmate centerfold a number of times. Even as recent as last year, I was put into a coma with my own signature chair! I have lived, breated, eaten, shagged, died and been reborn for this business and your little wanker thinks you deserve what exactly? Bollocks.
The match.....
Yes, the match. I have done everything to rid this company of the waste of space that is Michael Bradley. I was not allowed to merely release him and here we are. This is more proof that my Z is exactly that; he knows what I like and how I like it. Since I am unable at present to fire him, I will do the next best thing and make it so that he will never wrestle again.
Justice slides open a drawer in her desk and pulls out a stack of pink cards. She proudly slams her hand on the stack.
To that end, even the Board has seen fit to grant my request. If anyone tries to interfere, from Z to the EMTs to even the match participants, I get to personally release them on the spot.
Justice looks at the camera with a smug, self-satisfied smile.
Justice WILL be served. And Mikey? How SCARED are you right now?
The camera fades with Justice staring evilly into the camera.
Justice seems to not have a care in the world and yet her pretty brow is furrowed in concentration.
Hello Justice! It has been a while since we last chatted.
That it has mate, that it has.
Any particular reason for the silence?
Recent events in my life are all public knowledge. I did not feel the need to indulge an interviewer's moronic questions.
That's a little harsh, isn't it....
I disagree. I feel that it is not harsh enough. For example, I have already divined your first question. You are wondering why I am still residing in the flat that I shared with Xion. are you not?
Now that you mention it.....
This is the first thing we purchased together as a couple after ZXWWF closed. I own half of this much in the same way that I own half of GZWA. It is not a simple matter to merely waltz away from something that you toiled so long and hard to build.... much like GZWA.
Z seems to find less and less of a reason to be present these days however. All because of that slapper who says that Z impregnated her. Let us be frank, Maury Povich will do anything for ratings and did she ever give him some.
So all this is Brooklyn's fault?
I have no clue what is going on in that mind of his. For all I know, Cheeka could be brainwashing him again. What I am sure of is what everyone saw and felt at Slammiversary; he is NOT over this. That kiss bloody well melted the camera.
But he still dumped you infront of a live audience.....
Justice's eyes roll around and she shuts them tightly. Her face contorts into a momentary visage of rage until Justice takes a deep breath to calm herself. She replies through clenched teeth.
THAT is the reality that I must deal with. I have tried to play nice, be "cute little sex bunny", strong wrestler girl, business equal and partner to no avail. Now I must do as I must just as I suspect that he will in kind. I just finished discussing this matter with my barrister. I made the mistake of rushing into things before with no good result. Now I am taking my time, making my case and then revealing it.
Justice slowly turns to look directly into the camera.
I can safely remind my darling Z that we have been together long enough that the state considers us married in some form of common-law arrangement. What that means to you is that since you decided to leave without even some form of "pre-nuptual agreement", half of what you own is mine.
What!?!??! That means.....
Yes it does mate. I am not completely heartless however. What it will take is a simple conversation if Z is enough of a bloke to face me.
What kind of....
That is enough of that subject.
Justice glares at the interviewer.
Alllrighty then.... Let's talk about this week's Primetime. ZX put you in an "Anything Goes" match with a man. What are your thoughts going into next week?
Where in the bloody blue blazes have you been? More importantly, how on earth did you get your job? I shall see fit to correct that error forthwith! ALL I do is wrestle men! I want the World Title, not the "I Look the Most Inflated in a String Bikini" Title!
Uhhh....
I do wish to address this Mike Bradley "person" however.
Justice says with a sneer.
You have just gone and done the single DUMBEST thing in your entire career: you have ensared my attention. I cannot seem to do the things that I need to do for my career and my family without your whiney, nasaly voice everywhere I go! This week on Primetime, that ends. Permanently.
You have been going on about bringing myself to "justice" for taking "your" spot in the King of the Mountain match. Mate if you were any more delusional then there would be no room padded enough to contain you. What you seem to coveniently allow to slip you miniscule mind is that you LOST that match and spot even before I ever became involved. So whoever I decided to insert in that match had no bearing on the fact that you had your chance and blew it, as it were.
I am so sick of the divas running around GZWA thinking that everything is owed to them simply because they exist. I have worked my dilectable rear off since I was eight years old. I was chokeslammed through a steel cage by the Undertaker. I have a steel plate in my head courtesy of Stone Cold Steve Austin and others. I have been a Playmate centerfold a number of times. Even as recent as last year, I was put into a coma with my own signature chair! I have lived, breated, eaten, shagged, died and been reborn for this business and your little wanker thinks you deserve what exactly? Bollocks.
The match.....
Yes, the match. I have done everything to rid this company of the waste of space that is Michael Bradley. I was not allowed to merely release him and here we are. This is more proof that my Z is exactly that; he knows what I like and how I like it. Since I am unable at present to fire him, I will do the next best thing and make it so that he will never wrestle again.
Justice slides open a drawer in her desk and pulls out a stack of pink cards. She proudly slams her hand on the stack.
To that end, even the Board has seen fit to grant my request. If anyone tries to interfere, from Z to the EMTs to even the match participants, I get to personally release them on the spot.
Justice looks at the camera with a smug, self-satisfied smile.
Justice WILL be served. And Mikey? How SCARED are you right now?
The camera fades with Justice staring evilly into the camera.
