Post by Jennifer Drew on Jul 22, 2008 0:16:41 GMT -5
I know what you're thinking.
We fade in on Jennifer standing backstage obviously turning over some important question in her head.
How is she going to mesh whatever rant about this Snow Bunny thing cheapening women's wrestling with her love of hilarious costumes?
Thanks, real quandary you put me in here, GCW. Can we all live with knowing that's my real opinion and that I'm going to sell out as hard as I fucking can tonight? Great, let's move on, shall we?
What means everything to me is that it's one more chance to show everyone why I deserve to be called a perennial main eventer. Tonight everything is too perfect to pass up.
You've got a seemingly unstoppable champion and even though I know it should be me with the golden ticket we've got an interesting little number one contender, don't we? See, like a certain person I've got a problem with Lauren Steeblayddy. I have since before it was cool. Maybe she'd like to get little old me back for when she lost her voice.
She followed that comment with an evil little smirk for those in the know.
And that's not even getting to the qualifier. Look who's in that. Kiss freakin' Wilmington. She dashes my spirits by taking my butler back right when I was getting attached. Dishes are piling up again Kiss. Does that just warm the cockles of your heart? Well enjoy it because we aren't through.
You see this?
Jennifer picks up some sheets of paper from out of frame.
These are notes I took every time Pendleton opened his mouth in about you my apartment. I'm totally selling them to TMZ and the New York Post and Us Weekly and basically whoever's going to fork over what I'm asking for them. I may even write a book on this. You're just so despicable. Hitting you with stuff all night shouldn't be much fun but tonight is going to be worth it just for that.
Jennifer walks out of the shot then leans her head back in for just a second.
Oh and to reiterate whoever in management greenlit the whole bunny costume idea, I hate you all.
She flashes a maniacal little smile before leaning back out and letting the camera fade to black.
We fade in on Jennifer standing backstage obviously turning over some important question in her head.
How is she going to mesh whatever rant about this Snow Bunny thing cheapening women's wrestling with her love of hilarious costumes?
Thanks, real quandary you put me in here, GCW. Can we all live with knowing that's my real opinion and that I'm going to sell out as hard as I fucking can tonight? Great, let's move on, shall we?
What means everything to me is that it's one more chance to show everyone why I deserve to be called a perennial main eventer. Tonight everything is too perfect to pass up.
You've got a seemingly unstoppable champion and even though I know it should be me with the golden ticket we've got an interesting little number one contender, don't we? See, like a certain person I've got a problem with Lauren Steeblayddy. I have since before it was cool. Maybe she'd like to get little old me back for when she lost her voice.
She followed that comment with an evil little smirk for those in the know.
And that's not even getting to the qualifier. Look who's in that. Kiss freakin' Wilmington. She dashes my spirits by taking my butler back right when I was getting attached. Dishes are piling up again Kiss. Does that just warm the cockles of your heart? Well enjoy it because we aren't through.
You see this?
Jennifer picks up some sheets of paper from out of frame.
These are notes I took every time Pendleton opened his mouth in about you my apartment. I'm totally selling them to TMZ and the New York Post and Us Weekly and basically whoever's going to fork over what I'm asking for them. I may even write a book on this. You're just so despicable. Hitting you with stuff all night shouldn't be much fun but tonight is going to be worth it just for that.
Jennifer walks out of the shot then leans her head back in for just a second.
Oh and to reiterate whoever in management greenlit the whole bunny costume idea, I hate you all.
She flashes a maniacal little smile before leaning back out and letting the camera fade to black.
