Post by Jaggeroth's wench. on Oct 27, 2011 23:50:35 GMT -5
The "apology" Wolverina had bestowed upon the GHW Universe earlier in the program still wore heavy on the hearts and minds of all who witnessed it. They wanted answers and GHW management knew something like that could not wait until next week, it must be dealt with immediately. Coors, a victim of Haven's vicious Goodness Gracious Super Kick during the cold hearted "apology", refused his marching orders to track her down backstage and grill her with a pressing interview, so they dug up Malibu, another interviewer from GHW/EVPW past and dispatched her. All heads and eyes turned to the tron when it came to life, showing one of the long corridors backstage, with stage hands and Fighty fighty persons alike milling about. But the central figure was Malibu, who frantically went door to door, until she finally arrived at one with a giant pink star on it, which marked Wolverina's ownership. She knocked and adjusted herself a little bit, before the door swung open suddenly, the woman in question stepping out dressed the same as she had been earlier, save for a pair of cool sunshades over her eyes and gum in her mouth, which she smacked annoyingly like a cow would grass.
Malibu: Wolfie! What gives? What was that all about earlier? You have left the GHW Universe upside down and they... we.. want answers! Why Wolfie It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! You were supposed to offer an apology and things would have all been forgiven, but you may have just sent your career straight into the ground. And why are you wearing shades at night inside a building?
The Queen of Queens smacked her pink Bubbulicious gum a few more times, still appearing annoyed, then slowly moved the shades from her eyes to the top of her head. A cocky smiled cracked at the corner of Wolverina's mouth as she spoke to the woman, her honeyed, Southern bell voice coming off with a soothing, enchanting tone that captured the ear of every listener.
Wolverina: (quoting song lyrics) I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can watch you live and breath your story lines. I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can keep track of visions in my eyes! (Stops quoting lyrics and chuckles) Apology? The GHW Universe expected an apology from me? For what? What would I be apologizing for? Huh, "Malibewbs"? Apologize for sticking up for myself? For sticking up for my friends and colleagues that were being dealt bad hands by corporate? Sticking up for womens rights? Apologize for beating up most of the so called men on the roster, making them look weak and leaving them embarrassed? Apologize for ripping through almost 20 plus men and women, the best GHW had to offer, to make it to the NeXus 5 finals? Apologize to flip-flop fans who knifed me in the back when I was fired from this place but wanted to cheer their little lungs out tonight? Apologize for that? NEVER! Not gonna happen! If the GHW Universe wants an apology they'll have to beat it out of me, and even then it still won't be sincere.
Malibu: We sympathize with you on some of those things, Wolfie, but even so... burning the GHW flag in the middle of the ring? A touch much don't you think? We were all disappointed when you were fired, we've genuinely missed you.
Instead of being ticked off, Wolverina appeared to simmer down a bit and cracked another arrogant smile.
Wolverina: A touch much? Pfft. My only regret is I didn't have enough gasoline to burn the whole building down. Be that as it may though, Malley Malibewbs, the ole "There's good in every bad" saying is true. Me being fired 6 months ago made me see the light, and for once I'm not talking about a religious light. The light that I saw was myself. I finally realized how damn great I am. It finally dawned on me that I am literally perfect in every way.
Malibu: Really? I thought you were more the "Nobody is perfect" humble type.
Wolverina: I was wrong. Well, no, I was kinda right now that think about it. Nobody is perfect except me. And I have found out that it is hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way. Come on, Sluttibu, who can possibly deny me on this? Let me elaborate, since you are a blond bimbo after all, and those here tonight and watching at home might as well be just as blond and ditsy as you. God didn't break the mold when it came to me, oh no. He stopped all movement in Heaven. Those walking on the streets of gold stood in place. The angels were grounded, the elders stopped their singing, and all worshiping ceased. God, in all his magnificent glory, power, wisdom and grace called out and said .... "This is Haven, my most cherished! She shall go forth to the earth and be set higher than her peers!" Then there was great rejoicing in Heaven. And lookie here, 22 years later I am among you.
At 5'8" and 145 flawlessly toned pounds, I am without blemish in all facets. My breasts are not too big but not too small. My butt is shaped and toned immaculately, unlike any that walk the planet, delicious like a savory apple. My lungs have never been purged by the smoke of cigarettes or any unclean thing. My tongue has never felt the sour of alcohol. I have speed that lightning wished it had. My mind is strong and clear and sound, not deluded by trivial things or illusions of grandeur.. mainly because my grandeur past, present and future is a fact not illusion. My voice is sweet and of a tone that eases the ears, like an angel's. When I fart, masses dive behind me just to get a whiff, and the French try to capture it in a jar so they can bottle it up and sell it as perfume to their gullible and nasty assed European folks. After I pop a squat on the toilet to do number two and leave the stall, scavengers dive into the bowl to collect the solid gold nuggets I just left. The ground I walk on is not worthy of my pretty, absolutely perfect feet. In terms of flight, I'm like a astronaut that pilots a space shuttle, while the rest of your just fly airplanes; I'm in a league of my own, flying higher than all you, in a world of my own. Heck, Malibu, I might as well be a modern day female Jesus Christ. Except instead of turning the other cheek, I kick peoples damn faces off. And if you keep looking at me with judgmental eyes, little Blondie that could, I'll dance all over that busted up thing you call a face, just like I did stoner boy Coors.
Poor little Malibu swallowed a big gulp of fear and stammered over her words, scared to death of Wolverina's threat.
Malibu: I uh no.. I uh... I wasn't judging you. I'm just shocked at your attitude. It's such a stark contrast to what we have come to know and love about you. Be that as it may though, is there any certain goal you have here? Titles? Right some wrongs? Anything?
Wolverina: Ha! I..
Haven caught glimpse of herself in the monitor above the camera man, and simply marveled at herself, giving herself a smile and wink and rub of the ole cheek.
Wolverina: Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I look gooooooood! Hot dayum! When are those scientists going to clone humans? I need to make a copy of myself so I bed her down and maybe even marry her. Oh, anyway, about your super sleuth question. What more CAN I do here? I've beaten dang near everybody. I sent the legendary Brian Commonwealth packing cause he couldn't beat me. I slewed Goliath in the form of Jaggeroth, and he hasn't been the same man since. Come to think of it, he was never really much of a man to start with. I've held virtually every title there is. I single handedly revolutionized Womens wrestling in the modern age. I've exposed corporate and management misdealings, even though it cost me a job. Oh and I am still the REAL King of the Deathmatch champion, since I never lost the title to begin with. Somebody needs to send Dom that memo, or if needbe I'll staple it to the sole of my boot right before I crush his chin with it. The same applies to that walking Big Mac with extra fries known as Freebird McCoy, if he is to unseat Mr. Santiago. So, I guess to answer your question I'll keep it generic like your gimmick, Malibu-hoo. I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum. And guess what?
Before Malibu could finish the overused line, the GodQueen spat the gum into her own hand, then rudely face-palmed the beautiful interviewer in the face with it, and even went so far as to rub it into her gorgeous hair. Malibu responded with a cry and fled down the the hallway, screaming as though she'd just suffered a mortal gunshot wound. The cameraman remained though, and focused the lens on Wolverina, who kept a eye down the hallway with a coy smirk on her marvelous face.
Wolverina: I'm all out of gum.
The scene faded to black, with the fans booing like crazy.
EOT.
Malibu: Wolfie! What gives? What was that all about earlier? You have left the GHW Universe upside down and they... we.. want answers! Why Wolfie It doesn't matter what you had for dinner! You were supposed to offer an apology and things would have all been forgiven, but you may have just sent your career straight into the ground. And why are you wearing shades at night inside a building?
The Queen of Queens smacked her pink Bubbulicious gum a few more times, still appearing annoyed, then slowly moved the shades from her eyes to the top of her head. A cocky smiled cracked at the corner of Wolverina's mouth as she spoke to the woman, her honeyed, Southern bell voice coming off with a soothing, enchanting tone that captured the ear of every listener.
Wolverina: (quoting song lyrics) I wear my sunglasses at night, so I can, so I can watch you live and breath your story lines. I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can keep track of visions in my eyes! (Stops quoting lyrics and chuckles) Apology? The GHW Universe expected an apology from me? For what? What would I be apologizing for? Huh, "Malibewbs"? Apologize for sticking up for myself? For sticking up for my friends and colleagues that were being dealt bad hands by corporate? Sticking up for womens rights? Apologize for beating up most of the so called men on the roster, making them look weak and leaving them embarrassed? Apologize for ripping through almost 20 plus men and women, the best GHW had to offer, to make it to the NeXus 5 finals? Apologize to flip-flop fans who knifed me in the back when I was fired from this place but wanted to cheer their little lungs out tonight? Apologize for that? NEVER! Not gonna happen! If the GHW Universe wants an apology they'll have to beat it out of me, and even then it still won't be sincere.
Malibu: We sympathize with you on some of those things, Wolfie, but even so... burning the GHW flag in the middle of the ring? A touch much don't you think? We were all disappointed when you were fired, we've genuinely missed you.
Instead of being ticked off, Wolverina appeared to simmer down a bit and cracked another arrogant smile.
Wolverina: A touch much? Pfft. My only regret is I didn't have enough gasoline to burn the whole building down. Be that as it may though, Malley Malibewbs, the ole "There's good in every bad" saying is true. Me being fired 6 months ago made me see the light, and for once I'm not talking about a religious light. The light that I saw was myself. I finally realized how damn great I am. It finally dawned on me that I am literally perfect in every way.
Malibu: Really? I thought you were more the "Nobody is perfect" humble type.
Wolverina: I was wrong. Well, no, I was kinda right now that think about it. Nobody is perfect except me. And I have found out that it is hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way. Come on, Sluttibu, who can possibly deny me on this? Let me elaborate, since you are a blond bimbo after all, and those here tonight and watching at home might as well be just as blond and ditsy as you. God didn't break the mold when it came to me, oh no. He stopped all movement in Heaven. Those walking on the streets of gold stood in place. The angels were grounded, the elders stopped their singing, and all worshiping ceased. God, in all his magnificent glory, power, wisdom and grace called out and said .... "This is Haven, my most cherished! She shall go forth to the earth and be set higher than her peers!" Then there was great rejoicing in Heaven. And lookie here, 22 years later I am among you.
At 5'8" and 145 flawlessly toned pounds, I am without blemish in all facets. My breasts are not too big but not too small. My butt is shaped and toned immaculately, unlike any that walk the planet, delicious like a savory apple. My lungs have never been purged by the smoke of cigarettes or any unclean thing. My tongue has never felt the sour of alcohol. I have speed that lightning wished it had. My mind is strong and clear and sound, not deluded by trivial things or illusions of grandeur.. mainly because my grandeur past, present and future is a fact not illusion. My voice is sweet and of a tone that eases the ears, like an angel's. When I fart, masses dive behind me just to get a whiff, and the French try to capture it in a jar so they can bottle it up and sell it as perfume to their gullible and nasty assed European folks. After I pop a squat on the toilet to do number two and leave the stall, scavengers dive into the bowl to collect the solid gold nuggets I just left. The ground I walk on is not worthy of my pretty, absolutely perfect feet. In terms of flight, I'm like a astronaut that pilots a space shuttle, while the rest of your just fly airplanes; I'm in a league of my own, flying higher than all you, in a world of my own. Heck, Malibu, I might as well be a modern day female Jesus Christ. Except instead of turning the other cheek, I kick peoples damn faces off. And if you keep looking at me with judgmental eyes, little Blondie that could, I'll dance all over that busted up thing you call a face, just like I did stoner boy Coors.
Poor little Malibu swallowed a big gulp of fear and stammered over her words, scared to death of Wolverina's threat.
Malibu: I uh no.. I uh... I wasn't judging you. I'm just shocked at your attitude. It's such a stark contrast to what we have come to know and love about you. Be that as it may though, is there any certain goal you have here? Titles? Right some wrongs? Anything?
Wolverina: Ha! I..
Haven caught glimpse of herself in the monitor above the camera man, and simply marveled at herself, giving herself a smile and wink and rub of the ole cheek.
Wolverina: Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn I look gooooooood! Hot dayum! When are those scientists going to clone humans? I need to make a copy of myself so I bed her down and maybe even marry her. Oh, anyway, about your super sleuth question. What more CAN I do here? I've beaten dang near everybody. I sent the legendary Brian Commonwealth packing cause he couldn't beat me. I slewed Goliath in the form of Jaggeroth, and he hasn't been the same man since. Come to think of it, he was never really much of a man to start with. I've held virtually every title there is. I single handedly revolutionized Womens wrestling in the modern age. I've exposed corporate and management misdealings, even though it cost me a job. Oh and I am still the REAL King of the Deathmatch champion, since I never lost the title to begin with. Somebody needs to send Dom that memo, or if needbe I'll staple it to the sole of my boot right before I crush his chin with it. The same applies to that walking Big Mac with extra fries known as Freebird McCoy, if he is to unseat Mr. Santiago. So, I guess to answer your question I'll keep it generic like your gimmick, Malibu-hoo. I'm here to kick ass and chew bubble gum. And guess what?
Before Malibu could finish the overused line, the GodQueen spat the gum into her own hand, then rudely face-palmed the beautiful interviewer in the face with it, and even went so far as to rub it into her gorgeous hair. Malibu responded with a cry and fled down the the hallway, screaming as though she'd just suffered a mortal gunshot wound. The cameraman remained though, and focused the lens on Wolverina, who kept a eye down the hallway with a coy smirk on her marvelous face.
Wolverina: I'm all out of gum.
The scene faded to black, with the fans booing like crazy.
EOT.
