Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Feb 3, 2013 13:04:03 GMT -5
A camera shuts on to reveal the Georgia Peach in athletic attire.
“Wassup everybody, it’s your girl, Morgan Davis. Getting my
exercise on today, so I can be ready to stomp some bitches at Primetime. Not
like I need to be exercising anyways, because none of those bitches have skill.”
"My girl Tia and I have our match against Rejected Rihanna
and even her little has-been bottom buddy. April’s ass ain’t even been in the
ring for how long? Exactly. Her skills are as dusty as a 50 year old nun’s
cooch, and now she’s trying to step up against people who have a better record
here than she does? Girl, get your ass out the ring and on a big ass recliner
like you’ve been doing while you were with that fool with the Bulldog face. Ya’ll remember? Cody? Where
is his ass at anyways?”
“Didn’t think them two would be separated. Well
I tried to warn her ass before about him months ago, and she tried to get angry
at me. She’s lucky I even told her about his infidelity, but either way, she
ended up falling on her face didn’t she? Best believe she’s going to do the
same when Lise drops her flat ass for Philly Cheesesteak. That reminds me.
Isn’t one of Cody’s “Boo thangs” working here as an interviewer?”
“Well, this
prettier than that crazy ho anyways.”
“But April will be as irrelevant as she has always been. My
target is that bitch, Lise. That trick and her ways of picking fights are gonna
take her places. How about passed out in an alley with a black eye to fix that
Botox face of hers? I’m surprised her drunken ass isn’t already there. This
time, the match will be a little…fair since we’re gonna be face-to-face with
each other. I don’t give two
gonna be tables and chairs out there with her face printed on them. Better
believe I’m walking out with a red track at Primetime. Lise should know not to
mess with the Queen Bee Mafia, and if April wants some, she can get it, too.
How do you like those peaches, bitch?”
“Now, I gotta run. I’ll catch ya’ll bitches in the ring.
Peace out.”