Post by littlesweetashley on Jun 3, 2008 5:11:16 GMT -5
Backstage, in the parking lot...not feeling too insanely well, and limping. That's what Ashley was doing as she made her second appearance on a MayheM Telecasting, her bag over her shoulder as she began to peruse her given situation. Nothing was really happening. Wrestlers were talking amongst themselves, and the vending machine to her left had a huge "OUT OF ORDER" sign hanging on the face of the popular "Mountain Dew" logo, Ashley's preferred drink of choice. Angry, she walks over to the vending machine, and kicks it rather hard, with her weak foot, and immediately regrets her decision as she screams a string of curses making a scene that wasn't really necessary.
Suddenly stopping after a complete moment, she looks sneakily around, and begins to dart her way towards the entrance area of the arena, not even bothering to get into her wrestling attire...which was really no different then her casual attire, just the absence of elbow pads, really.
Her theme music hitting the arena as the crowd had watched her antics backstage, she gets fed with a mixed reaction, signs reading "Ashley's an idiot!" appearing on the screen, as she turns around, and flicks off the person on screen, sticking her tongue out as she tries to enjoy herself. Fact of the matter was, she wasn't in the best of moods, and without her desired choice of liquid fuels, she feeling more bitchy then usual.
"K, k, k, cut my damn music," she replies, as she gets handed a microphone, and purposely shoves herself into the person that handed her the device, "So, I understand that I haven't had the best of the luck lately. Getting mist in my face, and getting beat up by two bastards who people don't really give a shit about, and I have to say, I was tolerant of all that until I got into the building just a moment ago, and found that the Mountain Dew machine was out of fucking order. Now, I know, it's stupid to blame someone for this, but because we travel, and because I've never been in this arena before, and because no one else uses that machine but all of you bitches sitting uncomfortably in all those seats, I'm going to point all ten of my fingers, at all of you! How dare you people BREAK the Mountain Dew machine! Don't any of you have any regard towards other people's pro-per-- Ashley begins to laugh at herself, and stops mid-sentence, and shakes her head, putting her free hand on her hip, "Nevermind all of that. I don't give a shit about other people's property, so preaching to all of you how you all shouldn't do that is rather pointless, am I right?" The crowd agrees in unison as Ashley nods, "Thought so, I mean, why should we succumb to the desires of everyone else, when we can just completely DESTROY their hopes and dreams?"
Ashley getting an idea, strolls over to the edge of the ring, and jumps out, walking towards the announcer's table. "This table is property of Global Championship Wrestling Entertainment. You know what I think of this table?" Like a mad-woman, Ashley suddenly goes berserk, and seems to be in a moshing mood as she completely destroys the announcer table in front of her, for seemingly absolutely no reason, wailing her arms around, and kicking random things as she continues to shred the once pleasant table into a hundred little pieces. Giving elbow drops. Leg drops. Lazy dropping suplexes. She then stops, and looks at Bazztard into the eye, and quickly rips off his jacket, throwing it towards the crowd before spitting in Bazztard's face, and walking over to Graciela, and stealing her cowgirl hat. "Ya see," she begins in a southern tone, "I'm here to destroy this 'ere property. I'm 'ere to bash people in the head with those funneh lookin' sledgehammers, and I'm 'ere to basically have a good ol' darn tootin' fun time while breakin' things that ain't mine along the ways. If anyone is willing to stop me, then so be it, 'cause without my burst of that MD, I'm in that mood to whoop someone's red behind. So somebody, get yer ass in here so we can break some GCW shit!"
Suddenly stopping after a complete moment, she looks sneakily around, and begins to dart her way towards the entrance area of the arena, not even bothering to get into her wrestling attire...which was really no different then her casual attire, just the absence of elbow pads, really.
Her theme music hitting the arena as the crowd had watched her antics backstage, she gets fed with a mixed reaction, signs reading "Ashley's an idiot!" appearing on the screen, as she turns around, and flicks off the person on screen, sticking her tongue out as she tries to enjoy herself. Fact of the matter was, she wasn't in the best of moods, and without her desired choice of liquid fuels, she feeling more bitchy then usual.
"K, k, k, cut my damn music," she replies, as she gets handed a microphone, and purposely shoves herself into the person that handed her the device, "So, I understand that I haven't had the best of the luck lately. Getting mist in my face, and getting beat up by two bastards who people don't really give a shit about, and I have to say, I was tolerant of all that until I got into the building just a moment ago, and found that the Mountain Dew machine was out of fucking order. Now, I know, it's stupid to blame someone for this, but because we travel, and because I've never been in this arena before, and because no one else uses that machine but all of you bitches sitting uncomfortably in all those seats, I'm going to point all ten of my fingers, at all of you! How dare you people BREAK the Mountain Dew machine! Don't any of you have any regard towards other people's pro-per-- Ashley begins to laugh at herself, and stops mid-sentence, and shakes her head, putting her free hand on her hip, "Nevermind all of that. I don't give a shit about other people's property, so preaching to all of you how you all shouldn't do that is rather pointless, am I right?" The crowd agrees in unison as Ashley nods, "Thought so, I mean, why should we succumb to the desires of everyone else, when we can just completely DESTROY their hopes and dreams?"
Ashley getting an idea, strolls over to the edge of the ring, and jumps out, walking towards the announcer's table. "This table is property of Global Championship Wrestling Entertainment. You know what I think of this table?" Like a mad-woman, Ashley suddenly goes berserk, and seems to be in a moshing mood as she completely destroys the announcer table in front of her, for seemingly absolutely no reason, wailing her arms around, and kicking random things as she continues to shred the once pleasant table into a hundred little pieces. Giving elbow drops. Leg drops. Lazy dropping suplexes. She then stops, and looks at Bazztard into the eye, and quickly rips off his jacket, throwing it towards the crowd before spitting in Bazztard's face, and walking over to Graciela, and stealing her cowgirl hat. "Ya see," she begins in a southern tone, "I'm here to destroy this 'ere property. I'm 'ere to bash people in the head with those funneh lookin' sledgehammers, and I'm 'ere to basically have a good ol' darn tootin' fun time while breakin' things that ain't mine along the ways. If anyone is willing to stop me, then so be it, 'cause without my burst of that MD, I'm in that mood to whoop someone's red behind. So somebody, get yer ass in here so we can break some GCW shit!"
WTF? Is that what people do over there are on Lock Up now? Coming out here like they are lost just to ask other people "What are they doing"? And I was going to do was make you look small, and get my match set, and done. Not intend to be laughing my ass off at another retard in the process, but I guess you can't choose or know what idiot will come out here, and make a fool out of themselves next. Gotta to be prepared for all bullshit for this company. Even from champions. Shows that their company is little behind aside from hubby, and all.