Post by Envy on Oct 22, 2013 19:52:05 GMT -4
Plaster gives way with an audible crunch beneath the pressure of The Covetous Cunt's slender fist. A vicious snarl slips passed the her lips as she withdraws her powder coated hand from the punctured flesh of the wall. Aryana then whirls around on her heels in a flurry of emerald tresses, opening the locker room door and slamming it behind her like a bitter child having a tantrum.
"Oooofff-"
The Tyrannical Twat is immediately met with opposition, her tired body colliding with some unknown force as she exits the room. The collusion sends her and her assailant sprawling, the two females groaning as their bottoms meet the unrelenting tile floor. Her fiery green eyes center on the object of her irritation, finding the source of her troubles to be none other than the media monger Lizzie Morna, and an annoyed expression contorts Aryana's features, "What the fuck?!?! Watch where you're going you dizzy tart!"
Lizzie's widen in fear, half expecting the devious diva to puncuate her exclamations with a right hook, but when she sees no such sign of retaliate her features harden in defiance, "Speak for yourself!"
The devious diva brings herself to a vertical base, chuckling whilst shaking her head, filing away the impudent girls disrespectful behavior for later contemplation. Luckily for Morna, Envy successfully resistis the temptation to bury her boot in the brazen bitches smug mug, the wounds from Envy's defeat are still and have rendered her softer than usual. For example, before she can stop herself she extends a gentle hand to Lizzie Morna and utters in a sweet tone, "don't get your panties in a twist, I'm sorry for bounding out of the room so abruptly, but what the hell were you doing outside of my door?"
EVPW's sweetheart furrows her brows, "Isn't it obvious?" She gestures to the camera man behind her.
The media monger takes hold of Aryana's hand and is promptly separated from the ground with a grunt. The New Zelanad Terror's verdant orbs dart from Lizzie to the camera man and back again, "Well, let's get on with it then. I've got things to do; satisfaction to be acheived and people to bludgeon."
Ms. Morna dusts off her dress and steadies her gaze on Envy, "The fans want to know, how does it feel to have lost the Title to Rhaps?"
A feral growl bubbles in her chest and spills out of her mouth, "I feel only the flaming pyre of desire to utterly decimate and return to me what is rightfully mine. Soon my vendetta will be fulfilled; he cannot escape my wrath and I will have the rematch I so covet. Rhaps did not truly defeat me, that fuckwit could not have hoped to over power me or out maneuver me... So he used cheap tricks! The win was a fluke, pure luck, and now that I fully understand my prey... It will not happen again."
Lizzie Morna nods her head thoughtfully, "And what of Nicholas Carson, do you still plan to exact your revenge for what he did to you in your match against Helena Ring?"
"All things in due time, both men... If you can even call them that... will regret ever crossing paths with The Covetous Cunt. I will utterly destroy them and they will come to know the truth; I AM EVPW! I am The Decimator and the belts rightful owner. I will beat them within an inch of their lives, by the time I am done with them... They'll be begging to deliver to me my Title, hand in their resignations and run like abused pups for the hills with their tails between their legs. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
With that The Auckland Native pushes passed Miss Morna, stomping down the hall and disappearing around the corner.
EOT
"Oooofff-"
The Tyrannical Twat is immediately met with opposition, her tired body colliding with some unknown force as she exits the room. The collusion sends her and her assailant sprawling, the two females groaning as their bottoms meet the unrelenting tile floor. Her fiery green eyes center on the object of her irritation, finding the source of her troubles to be none other than the media monger Lizzie Morna, and an annoyed expression contorts Aryana's features, "What the fuck?!?! Watch where you're going you dizzy tart!"
Lizzie's widen in fear, half expecting the devious diva to puncuate her exclamations with a right hook, but when she sees no such sign of retaliate her features harden in defiance, "Speak for yourself!"
The devious diva brings herself to a vertical base, chuckling whilst shaking her head, filing away the impudent girls disrespectful behavior for later contemplation. Luckily for Morna, Envy successfully resistis the temptation to bury her boot in the brazen bitches smug mug, the wounds from Envy's defeat are still and have rendered her softer than usual. For example, before she can stop herself she extends a gentle hand to Lizzie Morna and utters in a sweet tone, "don't get your panties in a twist, I'm sorry for bounding out of the room so abruptly, but what the hell were you doing outside of my door?"
EVPW's sweetheart furrows her brows, "Isn't it obvious?" She gestures to the camera man behind her.
The media monger takes hold of Aryana's hand and is promptly separated from the ground with a grunt. The New Zelanad Terror's verdant orbs dart from Lizzie to the camera man and back again, "Well, let's get on with it then. I've got things to do; satisfaction to be acheived and people to bludgeon."
Ms. Morna dusts off her dress and steadies her gaze on Envy, "The fans want to know, how does it feel to have lost the Title to Rhaps?"
A feral growl bubbles in her chest and spills out of her mouth, "I feel only the flaming pyre of desire to utterly decimate and return to me what is rightfully mine. Soon my vendetta will be fulfilled; he cannot escape my wrath and I will have the rematch I so covet. Rhaps did not truly defeat me, that fuckwit could not have hoped to over power me or out maneuver me... So he used cheap tricks! The win was a fluke, pure luck, and now that I fully understand my prey... It will not happen again."
Lizzie Morna nods her head thoughtfully, "And what of Nicholas Carson, do you still plan to exact your revenge for what he did to you in your match against Helena Ring?"
"All things in due time, both men... If you can even call them that... will regret ever crossing paths with The Covetous Cunt. I will utterly destroy them and they will come to know the truth; I AM EVPW! I am The Decimator and the belts rightful owner. I will beat them within an inch of their lives, by the time I am done with them... They'll be begging to deliver to me my Title, hand in their resignations and run like abused pups for the hills with their tails between their legs. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
With that The Auckland Native pushes passed Miss Morna, stomping down the hall and disappearing around the corner.
EOT