Post by Envy on Sept 23, 2013 0:32:01 GMT -4
The camera lens blinks to life, finding before it two dazzling dams dressed to impress, sitting in a pair of velvet armchairs angled slightly toward one another without excluding their welcome guest. Envy has her long emerald tendrils pulled back in a loose ponytail, her pale feet are clad in a pair of white pumps and a mint green crochet dress clings to her curves seductively. The swelling in her face has receded for the most part and she is beginning to resemble the sultry siren she was before her match against Helena Ring. Lizzie Morna sits beside her in a black cocktail dress and a pair of red heels, her pretty brown hair in springy curls, “so Envy, what have you got to say in response to Nick Carson’s comments about you not being worthy of the belt and his inferring you having slept with Vladimir Strife? What will you do to retrieve your title from Mr. Carson?”
Envy chuckles lightly, her fingers tracing the now yellow bruises that dapple her pale face, “men will be men, we both know that honey. He can swing his cock around all he wants, but everybody knows who the true champion is. This place is one big pissing contest and these boys seem to think because I don’t have the equipment I don’t stand a chance, but then… Well, I will merely prove them wrong time and again until they can get it through their thick skulls.”
Lizzie Morna nods thoughtfully and gives The Covetous Cunt a practiced smile, “but what will you do in retaliation to his having torn the belt from your violated body? And the world wants to know, did anything come of the night out with The GodKing?”
With a contemptuous growl The Queen of Mean addresses Lizzie’s question through gritted teeth, “nothing, not that it’s any of your business, is happening between Vladimir Strife and I. He’s a talented wrestler, well deserving of my respect, that asked me out for a drink. I said yes, we had a chat and unfortunately our story ends there you dizzy dag.”
Having finished expressing her anger at such a childish question Aryana relaxes into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and addressing her companion with a pleasant smile, “Getting angry, letting my emotions take control like I did in the locker rooms after the fight, that would be exactly what he wants. No, I won’t whine and beg or throw a tantrum and demand he return the belt to me. I won’t go into his room and destroy that ridiculous bone throne of his or catch him unawares and beat the shit out of that fuckwit and take what is rightfully mine by force… No, I will agree to his request for a match and win what belongs to me in the same way that it came into my possession before.”
The ring angel frowns, genuine worry for the diva’s well being etched into her features, “aren’t you concerned about what liberties he may take in such a match? Didn’t he humiliate you enough just weeks ago? I can’t imagine stepping into the ring with that monster again after what he did to you.”
“I can take care of myself sweet cheeks, but this is a man’s world and I am more than capable of playing with the big boys. That is what this match is about and I will not let this man take away the respect I have earned.”
The ring announcer centers her gaze on the camera and gives the viewers a toothy grin, "you heard it hear folks, Envy and Carson will meet in the ring soon enough and this spunky diva plans to give him a run for his money, hope you're ready Carson."
EOT
Envy chuckles lightly, her fingers tracing the now yellow bruises that dapple her pale face, “men will be men, we both know that honey. He can swing his cock around all he wants, but everybody knows who the true champion is. This place is one big pissing contest and these boys seem to think because I don’t have the equipment I don’t stand a chance, but then… Well, I will merely prove them wrong time and again until they can get it through their thick skulls.”
Lizzie Morna nods thoughtfully and gives The Covetous Cunt a practiced smile, “but what will you do in retaliation to his having torn the belt from your violated body? And the world wants to know, did anything come of the night out with The GodKing?”
With a contemptuous growl The Queen of Mean addresses Lizzie’s question through gritted teeth, “nothing, not that it’s any of your business, is happening between Vladimir Strife and I. He’s a talented wrestler, well deserving of my respect, that asked me out for a drink. I said yes, we had a chat and unfortunately our story ends there you dizzy dag.”
Having finished expressing her anger at such a childish question Aryana relaxes into her seat, crossing one leg over the other and addressing her companion with a pleasant smile, “Getting angry, letting my emotions take control like I did in the locker rooms after the fight, that would be exactly what he wants. No, I won’t whine and beg or throw a tantrum and demand he return the belt to me. I won’t go into his room and destroy that ridiculous bone throne of his or catch him unawares and beat the shit out of that fuckwit and take what is rightfully mine by force… No, I will agree to his request for a match and win what belongs to me in the same way that it came into my possession before.”
The ring angel frowns, genuine worry for the diva’s well being etched into her features, “aren’t you concerned about what liberties he may take in such a match? Didn’t he humiliate you enough just weeks ago? I can’t imagine stepping into the ring with that monster again after what he did to you.”
“I can take care of myself sweet cheeks, but this is a man’s world and I am more than capable of playing with the big boys. That is what this match is about and I will not let this man take away the respect I have earned.”
The ring announcer centers her gaze on the camera and gives the viewers a toothy grin, "you heard it hear folks, Envy and Carson will meet in the ring soon enough and this spunky diva plans to give him a run for his money, hope you're ready Carson."
EOT
