Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 14:37:34 GMT -5
The camera pans in on Taeler Hendrix's locker room, with the door already open. Unaware of the camera focused on her from behind, Taeler can be seen from behind, wearing USA themed bra and panties and bending over to put her wrestling shorts on. While upside down, she catches the camera's sight directly on her and screams in horror. She quickly get out of dodge from the range of the camera like a blue hedgehog. Quickly changing into her attire off screen, her voice can be heard ranting. Clearly the Red Head Revolution doesn't appreciate being interrupted.
"Okay, okay! So I'm pretty patriotic! Emphasis on the pretty of course. But gimme a break, it's the New Year and America's the greatest country in the world. I knew coming in here that I may have not treated the oh so beloved higher ups with the respect they and their dumb ass audience seem to think they deserve, but kicking me into a scheduled match when I already said LIVE ON TV that I was gonna issue an open challenge? And now this, getting a freaking camera crew to sneak into my locker room and give the world a look at my all American butt! Which I'm not ashamed of because it's the closest thing to a perfect butt that the hillbilly pervs'll see, BUT ALL OF YOU PEOPLE ARE NOT WORTHY TO SEE IT SO KEEP YOUR EYES UP!"
Sighing in disgust while she finishes putting on her boots, Taeler rolls her eyes. Sure she wasn't ashamed of her body, but modesty is to be expected of a model woman like herself. And the idea of people tugging off over her is kinda gross.
"Freaking uneducated idiots. Might as well see which exhibits of the zoo I have to exterminate tonight."
Leaving her locker room after putting her hoodie on, the redheaded bombshell approaches the match card and squeals in a loud, high pitched yell.
"THREE OTHER PEOPLE?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Taeler's face matches her hair in shades of red as her nostrils flare angrily. Remembering her presence on TV, she quickly regains her elegance and composure and looks to the camera with a calm smile, barely hiding her frustration and fear at the challenge ahead of her, in her debut no less.
"Excuse me. What I meant was, I'm surprised that the GZWA office has allowed me to rid them of not just one, but three of the animals here. Who's first..."
Stroking her chin while looking at the match card, a cocky smirk slides onto her face as her confidence starts to return to her. She knew she would have no problem against these people.
So what, they think sticking me against some French kid who sounds like some sort of Cloudcuckoolander, an English chick that's only here because she won some stupid contest in another federation and some weirdo that doesn't seem to be all there and thinks she might actually be capable of ending my career is going to intimidate me? I could wrestle Alvin and the Chipmunks with more fear of losing."
Chuckling at her own remark, Taeler pulls her hood down and looks further down the match card, her annoyance becoming more and more visible to the point where she slaps her face in a face palm.
"And to absolutely no one's surprise, our match is the only one that's going to have an actual woman in it. Look at the rest of this show. A trash whore vs a tool. Really, people? Really? This is something people want to see? Unbelievable. A man in drag rolling around with some sort of...thing... Ew... You people make me sick. The people who hire these bozos are just as bad too. Some bimbo embarrassing herself by wasting everyone's time making fun of people as if she were doing America's Funniest Whore Videos and not realizing that she herself could probably be the poster child of that title, and even some drunk girl being exorcised by CM Punk of all people. What a waste of a career. This really IS Big Brother. Thank God for my arrival, this place needs me. Badly. I'll need to start my revolution as fast as possible. First thing's first I'm gonna get rid of Rene, Nigel and Abraham in the ring. Then soon enough, I can give the drippy spaff we call a Women's Championship some actual dignity. Lord knows it's gonna need it soon before it molts. Watch out, people. You're going to see some real class tonight from yours truly."
Giving the peace sign to the camera, Taeler puts her hood back up again as she leaves to go out for her match, spreading her arms to assert her elegant presence.
"Okay, okay! So I'm pretty patriotic! Emphasis on the pretty of course. But gimme a break, it's the New Year and America's the greatest country in the world. I knew coming in here that I may have not treated the oh so beloved higher ups with the respect they and their dumb ass audience seem to think they deserve, but kicking me into a scheduled match when I already said LIVE ON TV that I was gonna issue an open challenge? And now this, getting a freaking camera crew to sneak into my locker room and give the world a look at my all American butt! Which I'm not ashamed of because it's the closest thing to a perfect butt that the hillbilly pervs'll see, BUT ALL OF YOU PEOPLE ARE NOT WORTHY TO SEE IT SO KEEP YOUR EYES UP!"
Sighing in disgust while she finishes putting on her boots, Taeler rolls her eyes. Sure she wasn't ashamed of her body, but modesty is to be expected of a model woman like herself. And the idea of people tugging off over her is kinda gross.
"Freaking uneducated idiots. Might as well see which exhibits of the zoo I have to exterminate tonight."
Leaving her locker room after putting her hoodie on, the redheaded bombshell approaches the match card and squeals in a loud, high pitched yell.
"THREE OTHER PEOPLE?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
Taeler's face matches her hair in shades of red as her nostrils flare angrily. Remembering her presence on TV, she quickly regains her elegance and composure and looks to the camera with a calm smile, barely hiding her frustration and fear at the challenge ahead of her, in her debut no less.
"Excuse me. What I meant was, I'm surprised that the GZWA office has allowed me to rid them of not just one, but three of the animals here. Who's first..."
Stroking her chin while looking at the match card, a cocky smirk slides onto her face as her confidence starts to return to her. She knew she would have no problem against these people.
So what, they think sticking me against some French kid who sounds like some sort of Cloudcuckoolander, an English chick that's only here because she won some stupid contest in another federation and some weirdo that doesn't seem to be all there and thinks she might actually be capable of ending my career is going to intimidate me? I could wrestle Alvin and the Chipmunks with more fear of losing."
Chuckling at her own remark, Taeler pulls her hood down and looks further down the match card, her annoyance becoming more and more visible to the point where she slaps her face in a face palm.
"And to absolutely no one's surprise, our match is the only one that's going to have an actual woman in it. Look at the rest of this show. A trash whore vs a tool. Really, people? Really? This is something people want to see? Unbelievable. A man in drag rolling around with some sort of...thing... Ew... You people make me sick. The people who hire these bozos are just as bad too. Some bimbo embarrassing herself by wasting everyone's time making fun of people as if she were doing America's Funniest Whore Videos and not realizing that she herself could probably be the poster child of that title, and even some drunk girl being exorcised by CM Punk of all people. What a waste of a career. This really IS Big Brother. Thank God for my arrival, this place needs me. Badly. I'll need to start my revolution as fast as possible. First thing's first I'm gonna get rid of Rene, Nigel and Abraham in the ring. Then soon enough, I can give the drippy spaff we call a Women's Championship some actual dignity. Lord knows it's gonna need it soon before it molts. Watch out, people. You're going to see some real class tonight from yours truly."
Giving the peace sign to the camera, Taeler puts her hood back up again as she leaves to go out for her match, spreading her arms to assert her elegant presence.