Post by ❀ℋine 'ea❀ on Apr 27, 2015 20:34:21 GMT -5
The scene opens with a record needle landing on a vinyl. It's crackling sound whispering in the room for a brief moment, before a harmonica introduces itself, alongside a slow tempo from a drumset. As the song's instruments finally speak in a blues tone, the camera changes to red pumps loudly clicking away from the spotlighted record player. The female figure sits and crosses her legs on a recliner, which appears light gray from the lack of lighting, but a spotlight appearing shows the recliner's true white colors.
The "camera-veiled" woman, wearing a matching red short dress, grabs a glass of champagne sitting next to her. Her nails soaked in dark red with glitter. The moment she takes a sip, the camera switches to a front closeup of her face. The Georgia Peach, Morgan Davis, sporting black shades and red lipstick, begins her speech, with Muddy Waters singing in the background about gathering his memory.
"Since when did this company start signing a bunch of blind bitches?"
"I've been here in GZWA for years, working my ass off and proving to the world that I'm one of the most intimidating Vixens this company has ever had in history. One show after another, I have been putting these Vixens in check every time they go outta pocket. It has to be a broken record for some of them, but they still know the consequences anyways.
"Now, we have a lot of new bitches around here, and if ya'll want me to be truthful, I'm glad. The more competition, the better, as I always say."
However, there seems to be a problem. A huge one. It seems to me that every rookie, and some veterans, around here are already trying to generalize the Vixens division, and even adding my name out of their mouths, believing that I'm nothing but plastic, or "plastic bimbo", in the words of the transsexual with fake titties, Casey Cortez, but before I read these new hoes filth, I'm going to "clock the tea" where it needs to be clocked."
Morgan strips the shades from her face, sipping another drink of her champagne . The song on the vinyl player ending, and transitioning to another song. A piano introducing itself this time before the song increases to a more upbeat tempo. Muddy Waters adding a threatening opening verse, with Morgan looking up to the camera to add her own threatening attitude.
"I have proven time and time again, that every inch, every edge, every curve of my body is born, fed, and raised. Nothing here is fake. Only exception is my hair, but almost every female, black and white, wear weave anyways. Meanwhile….wait."
Morgan puts her shades back on again, "Let me put these back on to get to you all's level."
"You hoes need to invest in some prescription glasses or contacts, because I'm more built than any of you. On top of that, ya'll need to invest in a full-sized mirror, and reevaluate yourselves before ya'll throw false accusations towards me."
"Low and behold, these same rookies like to gloat about how experienced and accomplished they are in the wrestling business, and likes to throw it in our faces. Who does that remind me of?"
"Oh yeah……Amber's cheatin ass. I'm going to read her later though…"
"Anyways, Ya'll know which rookie I'm referring to. Natasha…whoever the hell she is. Apparently, she is the most vocal one of my opponents on Primetime. Just to clock the tea on you, I wouldn't be talking about anyone being plastic, Natasha. Not with those #KylieJennerChallenged lips of yours. I'm sorry, honey, but you are not fooling anyone here. It doesn't take a scientist to know that you look just as manufactured as a Barbie doll in the dollar store, and your unnaturally full lips are more able to talk about your lies than your own brain is able to."
"But let me teach you about who I am, Natasha. I may not be "credible" enough to wrestle, according to you, but I am more than credible enough to ruin every bit of your experience here with one simple promo. It's pretty easy considering the Beautiful People have just as much credibility as you, and I made their life a living hell here. All because Velvet proceeded to talk about how I dressed, when she is no different."
"But it looks to me that, even with false information, you might be suffering the same fate. Soon Forgotten. Dealt with by a Tiger in the Tank. As will Casper the Cranky Ghost."
"Now Delta? I don't have an issue with her, so all I can say is that I wish her good luck wrestling me."
And a last short message to the latino midget, because I still haven't forgotten about your role in LiveWire. You remember. When you left me out there high and dry, causing us to lose the match. I'll tell you what. If you, for the second time, try to walk away from a tag in this match, I will get out of that ring and make you the legal person by tagging you across your face. Either I will, or Nikki Bella better do it for me. I'll be damned if I lose this match because of you."
Morgan takes one smaller gulp of her champagne, before striking a smile.
"Believe that."
The song in the background reaches its conclusion on the vinyl player before leaving a lasting, crackling impression. The camera zooms overhead the spinning record before the scene cuts to black.
The "camera-veiled" woman, wearing a matching red short dress, grabs a glass of champagne sitting next to her. Her nails soaked in dark red with glitter. The moment she takes a sip, the camera switches to a front closeup of her face. The Georgia Peach, Morgan Davis, sporting black shades and red lipstick, begins her speech, with Muddy Waters singing in the background about gathering his memory.
"Since when did this company start signing a bunch of blind bitches?"
"I've been here in GZWA for years, working my ass off and proving to the world that I'm one of the most intimidating Vixens this company has ever had in history. One show after another, I have been putting these Vixens in check every time they go outta pocket. It has to be a broken record for some of them, but they still know the consequences anyways.
"Now, we have a lot of new bitches around here, and if ya'll want me to be truthful, I'm glad. The more competition, the better, as I always say."
However, there seems to be a problem. A huge one. It seems to me that every rookie, and some veterans, around here are already trying to generalize the Vixens division, and even adding my name out of their mouths, believing that I'm nothing but plastic, or "plastic bimbo", in the words of the transsexual with fake titties, Casey Cortez, but before I read these new hoes filth, I'm going to "clock the tea" where it needs to be clocked."
Morgan strips the shades from her face, sipping another drink of her champagne . The song on the vinyl player ending, and transitioning to another song. A piano introducing itself this time before the song increases to a more upbeat tempo. Muddy Waters adding a threatening opening verse, with Morgan looking up to the camera to add her own threatening attitude.
"I have proven time and time again, that every inch, every edge, every curve of my body is born, fed, and raised. Nothing here is fake. Only exception is my hair, but almost every female, black and white, wear weave anyways. Meanwhile….wait."
Morgan puts her shades back on again, "Let me put these back on to get to you all's level."
"You hoes need to invest in some prescription glasses or contacts, because I'm more built than any of you. On top of that, ya'll need to invest in a full-sized mirror, and reevaluate yourselves before ya'll throw false accusations towards me."
"Low and behold, these same rookies like to gloat about how experienced and accomplished they are in the wrestling business, and likes to throw it in our faces. Who does that remind me of?"
"Oh yeah……Amber's cheatin ass. I'm going to read her later though…"
"Anyways, Ya'll know which rookie I'm referring to. Natasha…whoever the hell she is. Apparently, she is the most vocal one of my opponents on Primetime. Just to clock the tea on you, I wouldn't be talking about anyone being plastic, Natasha. Not with those #KylieJennerChallenged lips of yours. I'm sorry, honey, but you are not fooling anyone here. It doesn't take a scientist to know that you look just as manufactured as a Barbie doll in the dollar store, and your unnaturally full lips are more able to talk about your lies than your own brain is able to."
"But let me teach you about who I am, Natasha. I may not be "credible" enough to wrestle, according to you, but I am more than credible enough to ruin every bit of your experience here with one simple promo. It's pretty easy considering the Beautiful People have just as much credibility as you, and I made their life a living hell here. All because Velvet proceeded to talk about how I dressed, when she is no different."
"But it looks to me that, even with false information, you might be suffering the same fate. Soon Forgotten. Dealt with by a Tiger in the Tank. As will Casper the Cranky Ghost."
"Now Delta? I don't have an issue with her, so all I can say is that I wish her good luck wrestling me."
And a last short message to the latino midget, because I still haven't forgotten about your role in LiveWire. You remember. When you left me out there high and dry, causing us to lose the match. I'll tell you what. If you, for the second time, try to walk away from a tag in this match, I will get out of that ring and make you the legal person by tagging you across your face. Either I will, or Nikki Bella better do it for me. I'll be damned if I lose this match because of you."
Morgan takes one smaller gulp of her champagne, before striking a smile.
"Believe that."
The song in the background reaches its conclusion on the vinyl player before leaving a lasting, crackling impression. The camera zooms overhead the spinning record before the scene cuts to black.