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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jan 8, 2008 10:36:36 GMT -5
Evanescence's "Tourniquet" plays through the United Center's speaker system, bringing out a very pissed off looking Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades. She's less than pleased about how Exodus went down for her, entirely convinced her opponent threw her match. Three long years for that bullshit? She was going to do something about it...
"Cut my music...
I'm sure you saw it all at Exodus, I really am sure you did. And, why not watch my match? You get to see a small framed woman, take it hardcore with some kind of Rockstar Hollywood type in Johnny Star, a man who was way bigger than I was... what wasn't there to catch in that? You know... I was proud of myself for hanging in there... for the damage I was able to absorb... and then, guess what?
I won.
Off of a COUNTERED DAMN DROPKICK!!!"
She lowers the microphone, stewing over this...
"Ohhhhhhhhh... do I, seem pissed?
Good.
I was a trainer for the fucking WWE for three goddamn years. Cut, because I REFUSED to "enhance" myself to just fit his look. My fucking talent speaks for itself... and the first time I get to showcase that talent? My worthless opponent THROWS the match. I got a bullshit win to stain my name in the record books for my first match here...
....
... This is where we FIX that. I don't care who it is, male or female, human, monster or alien. I don't care. Come on down, accept the challenge, and if you wanna throw some of that "Title Contender" crap into the match? Then so be it. Lets see what you got, MayheM!" |
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Post by danedynamite on Jan 8, 2008 11:45:15 GMT -5
White Zombie's Ratfinks, suicide tanks and cannibal girls plays over the system and out Lauren walks on stage with a microphone in her hand.
"Now you seem a little pissed off and SO AM I! Now I know you beat some guy called Johnny Star, but it seems you want a fight and I want a fight so lets say we get it on tonight"
Lauren pauses as the crowd begins to chant "he's a cheater" in reference to her husband's drug test failure.
"Shut up! You don't know anything! So what do you say Sapphyre. Beating a man is one thing my guess is he thought he would stand a chance of getting to see if the carpet matches the curtain if he let you win. Or maybe he tried his best and you really are Hardcore lets find out if we can go toe to toe. Forget the WWE crap its about here and now in GCW so none of this title talk it's too early for that.
FOR NOW LETS FIGHT!
Lauren lowers the microphone to a chorus of boos and she waits for Sapphyre to say something...
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Post by rose on Jan 8, 2008 11:48:19 GMT -5
A brief moment of silence. Then that familiar "No Daddy" by Teairra Mari plays through out the arena. Immediately catching the attention of the audience. She had missed Exodus. But she wasn't missing the next show. Especially when she found out she was going to be on the MayheM roster and that was the next show for GCW. The Blood Rose, Kenisha Williams, stepped out onto the stage. Welcomed by the sound of screaming fans. A smile instantly crossing her crimson lips. Nodding her head for a moment, she proceeded to head off down the ramp towards the ring. Slapping high-fives with the fans that reached over the guard rail to her. Once she reached the ring, she ran forward and slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Quickly pushing herself off of the mat, she stood up straight and looked out among the fans for a brief moment. Then she turned her attention to Amy Rhoades. Sizing up her a opponent as she walked over to the side ropes and requesting a microphone from ringside staff. Which they would rush one to her ASAP. Now, with microphone in hand, Kenisha backstepped a bit to stand infront of Amy. Her music fading out. Now to get down to business. Lifting the microphone to her lips, she began...
"Welcome to GCW Chicago!"
Pausing as the fans roar at the sound of their city's name being said.
"I'm sure you all already know me by now. If you don't know, you better ask somebody about me. Unfortunately, I was not able to make Exodus. Yeah. Sadness. I was called away for some family business that needed to be taken care of. But... Hey... I'm back now. And finally ready to kick off my start here in GCW with a bang."
She paused again. Fans cheered. They wanted to see her in the ring again. She was not going to disappoint.
"And I accept your challenge Amy Rhoades. Trust me. When we get into the ring... Win or lose... You'll definitely be much more satisfied with the turn out. Unlike your opponent at Exodus throwing the match, you will NOT see me lay down for anyone so easily. You want a challenge? You want to prove yourself? To showcase your talent as you put it? Well, then you need not to look any further. You've got yourself a challenger standing before you who's much more than just capable of fulfilling your desire. What do you say? Care to go a round with The Blood Rose?"
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Post by danedynamite on Jan 8, 2008 12:17:31 GMT -5
Lauren cannot believe that this Kenisha Williams just came out and flat out ignored her. This made Lauren's blood boil even more.
"Err! HELLO! Opponent just standing right here! Do I look invisible to you are do you need your eyes checking? Don't answer that I see what this is... It's a conspiracy first you guys want my husband out and now me, afraid of some real competition or afraid of the unknown. Maybe you like Johnny Star eh? Want to avenge his loss for him eh? I am not one to complain so I think a 3 way dance is in order? That's if you two want to I'll understand if you don't want to!"
Lauren giggles to herself before the crowd begin to chant "she's on drugs!" this makes Lauren very angry and she almost throws a hissyfit over it.
"Stop it all of you, I am not on anything! You people don't know anything my husband didn't take anything the tests were fixed!"
The crowd are relentless in their chanting and Lauren begins to pace around the stage...
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Post by rose on Jan 8, 2008 12:34:55 GMT -5
Kenisha raised an eyebrow. Turning her attention to Lauren. She looked to be having a mental breakdown or something. But mental breakdown or not, Kenisha wasn't going to let her go ahead and insult her without giving her a piece of her own mind.
"Did I hear you right? I need my eyes... checking? Hmm.. Don't know about you, but uh... I believe the word you were looking for was "checked." Yes. That's the right way to say it, if I'm not mistaken. But who knows? Maybe the rest of the world are the ones who are on drugs? No. That couldn't be it. Not us. Reason why I didn't address you was because your not the one making the challenge.
She pointed at Lauren.
Are you? No. Your not. Amy Rhoades here is the one making the challenge. You? Some drug junkie's bimbo wife who happened to sneak into her husband's private stash throwing a fit? No. From the looks of it, you would not even be capable of declaring a challenge. Calm your nerves. Take a walk back to the locker room. Pick up a phone. Check yourself and your husband into a rehabilitation clinic. And have a nice day, kay? And before you start throwing whacked out accusations about me and Johnny Star... I don't know the man. Never met the man. Never heard of him before. So... Don't talk about people you know not a single thing about. But since you seem to be so anxious to get into the ring... or you need another fix... I don't see why not let you in the mix. If you can handle it. Don't have a meltdown now. Ween yourself a bit. And maybe you can hang with the more competent wrestlers in this business."
She turned back to Amy.
"Anyways... How about it?"
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jan 8, 2008 12:56:58 GMT -5
She had already gone to relax in the corner, balancing herself in between the ropes as if she were on a hammock. She yawned...
"I just... LOOOOOOOOOOOVE how this has all become about you now that the major superstar Rose that grew from concrete has decided to show up..."
She hopped down from the rest, leaning back in the turnbuckle.
"Three of us? I have no problem with that whatsoever... at least now if someone throws the match? We can tell that Wallace definitely needs a new roster to save her business from all of these cowards she hires. Maybe we'll get some actual competition, that'd be cool too... since those triple threats at the pay per view were absolutely exciting. In fact, provided you two don't sit there and toss the match, I'm sure this could be the one that puts our womens division on the map, right up there with the mens in what we're capable of!" |
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Post by rose on Jan 8, 2008 13:22:48 GMT -5
Kenisha shrugged her shoulders. Oh well.
"Not my fault. Blame the junkie's wife. She's the one that decided to make it about me. I simply came out here and answered a challenge you made to MayheM. She's the one that decided to go off on me because I chose not to address her when I addressed you. But, like I said... You want someone who won't throw the match? You won't have to look any further. I'm here. And I can guarantee that I will not throw the match like some people. You're going to have to beat me senseless in order to win the match. And that's the truth about it. Now... I take it that we're official then? Triple threat match between myself... you Amy Rhoades... and this junkie's wife Lauren Steel?"
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Post by danedynamite on Jan 8, 2008 13:24:03 GMT -5
Lauren turns to Kenisha
"I think I accepted it first sweetie, now I will disregard the drug junkie comment but the bimbo I cannot let that one slide. I am fine in mixing it with both of you but let it be known now I ain't here for a match I am here for a fight either one of you or both of you if it must be."
Lauren runs her fingers through her hair to make it look better again, and she is ignoring the new chants of "she's a bimbo" from the crowd as she composes herself.
"Now I am having a match tonight, Amy I know that you won't back down since you are on the biggest roll of your life. But face it sweetie all men lie down when they think a hot woman is going to go on top of them. So beating a man is not that easy? So I guess its up to us and nobody will be HANDING you the victory you'll have to earn it!
Lauren lowers the mic and waits to hear a response...
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Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jan 9, 2008 12:04:41 GMT -5
"Good, that's all that I needed to hear. I'll see you two losers later on in the show, I'm sure you'll both look real good laying on your backs on the mat."
Amy had gotten what she wanted, real competition. She tosses the microphone to the center of the ring, the loud *SPATZ!!!* accompanying "Tourniquet" signalling her exit. |
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