Post by Amy "Sapphyre" Rhoades on Jul 21, 2008 12:09:30 GMT -5
"Why I Want to be a Snow Bunny
by Amy Rhoades
"Alright, alright. Everybody knows that I've had a little... problem, with Miss Lauren Blayze since my return.
Everybody also happens to know that, hey, I just returned. So, you may sit back and relax, grab the remote, a beer, some chips, and start watching this Pay Per View... and say... "Why does this former absentee deserve any type of shot in the limelight... right?"
Well, let me tell you. Flat out... I don't care what you, or what anybody thinks. See, I've beaten so many in my career in GCW to make me KNOW that I can contend in the top. Hell, who just fought for the belt not too long ago... Veranica Styles? Pinned that dumbass when she wasn't paying attention. My head's in the game, now, more than ever. But more importantly?
I want in for revenge. Lauren... we're far... far.... from even. So, what, I hit you... once? And it's all fine and good? No, no... that kick just knocked you out at best. Not had you going to a chiropractor for now two weeks after it happened like you did to me. Oh, yeah, the back's still all messed up. I didn't forget each and every strike you laid into me. Even? No. Not by a long shot.
See, the best way I can think of getting even... is by dying, Lauren. You can think it's all an I.O.U. but me? I think of it as "I screw you. I hate you. I want you to cry." That's the type of mode I am in. And best way I can see to start? By clawing my way into that Top Debutante match, and seeing to it that once again, you're beltless, and nothing more than a flash in a pan when I'm done with you. That, is why I'm going to be a Snow Bunny, and that is why I am going to win. Everybody else just has stars in their eyes... me? I see blood on my hands.
This has been "Why I Want to be a Snow Bunny, with Amy Rhoades. Die, Lauren Blayze. Die.
The camera fades.
by Amy Rhoades
"Alright, alright. Everybody knows that I've had a little... problem, with Miss Lauren Blayze since my return.
Everybody also happens to know that, hey, I just returned. So, you may sit back and relax, grab the remote, a beer, some chips, and start watching this Pay Per View... and say... "Why does this former absentee deserve any type of shot in the limelight... right?"
Well, let me tell you. Flat out... I don't care what you, or what anybody thinks. See, I've beaten so many in my career in GCW to make me KNOW that I can contend in the top. Hell, who just fought for the belt not too long ago... Veranica Styles? Pinned that dumbass when she wasn't paying attention. My head's in the game, now, more than ever. But more importantly?
I want in for revenge. Lauren... we're far... far.... from even. So, what, I hit you... once? And it's all fine and good? No, no... that kick just knocked you out at best. Not had you going to a chiropractor for now two weeks after it happened like you did to me. Oh, yeah, the back's still all messed up. I didn't forget each and every strike you laid into me. Even? No. Not by a long shot.
See, the best way I can think of getting even... is by dying, Lauren. You can think it's all an I.O.U. but me? I think of it as "I screw you. I hate you. I want you to cry." That's the type of mode I am in. And best way I can see to start? By clawing my way into that Top Debutante match, and seeing to it that once again, you're beltless, and nothing more than a flash in a pan when I'm done with you. That, is why I'm going to be a Snow Bunny, and that is why I am going to win. Everybody else just has stars in their eyes... me? I see blood on my hands.
This has been "Why I Want to be a Snow Bunny, with Amy Rhoades. Die, Lauren Blayze. Die.
The camera fades.