Post by Wolverina on Sept 15, 2011 1:40:18 GMT -4
Lizzie Morna stands in the ring with mic in tow, the fans eating out of the palm of her hand, for they know what match is next.
Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the NO DQ Match!
The crowd sounds off with their approval, as Lenny Kravitz's "American Woman" kicks into gear over the venue.
Lizzie: Introducing first. She stands 5'8" tall and scales in at 148 pounds. Hailing from Blair, Nebraska; she is a former multi time Champion, Nexus 5 finalist, and the one who killed Jaggeorth. Give it up for the returning Queen of Extreme and YOUR Princess, WOOOLLVEERIINNAAAA........
An eruption happens from the fans that has perhaps never been achieved by a wrestler. The People's Princess doesn't swipe the curtain aside and step out, she roars out from behind it like a Lioness on the prowl. The once energetic side had returned, Haven going ballistic in a good way as she travels back and forth down the path to the ring, tagging as many hands and hugging as many people as humanly possible.
JP: Listen to these fans, my word! I think I may lose my hearing if they don't pipe down!
Ray: Pfft, whatever. Yay, Wolfie. Pfft.
She is clad in her attire of old, the American Gladiatoress gear with Red, White and Blue theme to it. Her hair is pulled back into a pretty ponytail and her trademark sun shades are removed by her, given to a fan in the audience who happens to be cheering the loudest of them all. She even gives him a kiss on the cheek before rolling into the ring and popping up, leaving the boy blushing and almost fainting. Once inside the squared circle she strikes her crucifix pose in the direction of all four corners, then gives them all a cute wave, wink, smile and kiss. As her music slowly fades and the flashes from the cameras subside, the most sought after woman in wrestling begins her usual warms up and quick strecthes in place.
JP: We found out earlier she'll be facing a mystery opponent. In this day and age, it could be anybody. I have seen alot of surprises in my day, but just when I think I've seen it all I am proved wrong.
Ray: I don't care who her opponent is. It would be the Fairy God Mother for all I know, just get the match done with so we can get some real eye candy out here, like Shawnie mmmmm.
Wolverina rubs her hands together and has a determined look on her face, tonight would be the first step back into the championship scene and she couldn't wait. No ring music plays to herald in this mystery opponent a first, the only sound to heard coming from Lizzie herself as she does her duty.
Lizzie: And her opponent, hailing from North East England and weighing in tonight at 122 pounds.... the LADDER QUEEN, KAAAHHHLLLAAANNN!
Jimmy and Ray are left speechless at the announcement, yet the fans are anything but, with jeers of course since they can't stand the Englishwoman because of her actions as of late. "Part Rock Anthem" by LMFAO blares and Wolverina waits in the ring happy, her mind full of the revenge she shall extract now. A few seconds pass before Kahlan slowly comes out from behind curtain number 1. Well, it's a midget Kahlan, blue hair and all, driving a tiny clown play car. From inside the ring Haven gives off the most adorable shrug of innocence ever, as if she'd not planned this at all. The spectators ROFL at the sight as the People's Princess takes the mic from Lizzie then takes center stage as Kahlan's music halts.
Wolverina: Hey everybody I guess the cowardly lioness Kahlan made a trip to Oz and got some courage. Or maybe she stopped snorting that magic powder long enough to realize what planet she is on. Come on everyone, put your hands together, give this woman a round of applause! COME ON LET ME HEAR YA!
Loyal as ever, her minions do just that, and clap their little hearts out. Once the car clad Kahlan is near the ring, Haven notices that the Cut Squad member is holding a box in her free hand with the word "BOMB" written on it. The crowd roars with laughter, getting the joke.
Wolverina: NOOOOO! Get down everyone, she's gonna blow us up like she did Stone Orchard!
It is too late. The midget Kahlna drives the mini car into the side of the ring and yells "BOOM" whilst tossing the empty box aside. Wolfie sells the suicide bomb attack perfectly, tossing her body into a high leap and hitting the mat back first, not moving a muscle. JP and Ray begin to slip from their professionalism, and can be heard giggling.
JP: HEHE MY GOD SHE KILLED HER! SHE BLEW HER TO BITS!
Ray: Respawn in kitchen 3... 2.... 1...
Mini-Kahlan isn't done, nowhere near it. The little Ladder Queen fumbles under the ring for a moment and brings out a kiddie play type ladder and holds it up high for the fans to see, and they laugh at her for it. Disregarding them, she looks right into the ring at her most archest of enemies, Wolverina, still seeing her down. But that wouldn't last. In a instant, Haven sits up like the Undertaker would, and snaps her head toward the little Englishwoman that could, the mic still in her hand.
Wolverina:(In best she-demon voice ever) I will never REST IN PEACE!
Not to be outdone by her American counter-part, the Brit Blitz stomps her little feet toward the ring steps, dragging the mini ladder with her, but appears to be having some problems with the task.
Wolverina: Kahlan, wha... what are you doing? No, don't. You're gonna hurt yourself. I mean, how much do you REALLY know about ladders since, after all, you only want to compete in singles matches?
The insult goes without a reply, Kahlan pulling and tugging the device up the steps and trying to put it in the ring. She fails. The mini-K tumbles off the steps and the ladder follows with her, winding up on top of her. By now the small building is full of riot like laughter, loving every second of Kahlna being made a fool of. Being the good Christian girl she is, Wolverina exits the ring and picks up the ladder, then places it in the ring. She even offers Kahlan a helping hand up, which is swatted away. The tiny Ladder Queen bolts to her feet and slides into the ring where the ladder is and stands it upright as a humored Haven casually re-enters the squared circle. Wolverina shakes her head as she walks toward the midget version of Kahlan, who now stands perched atop the ladder, making her almost chin level with the most desired woman in the universe.
Wolverina: Now, now, Kahlan, don't be doing something silly. What are you thinking you crazy thang?
The People's Princess places the mic to Kahlan's lips for an answer.
Kahlan: I'm going to......... uh.....
The littlest Ladder Queen suddenly goes blank and stares out into the rafters, picking her nose then scratching her head, her attention span proving to be lack luster at best.
Wolverina: (Whistling and snapping her fingers in front of Kahlan's eyes) Come on, girl, snap out of it. Geez, here we go again! DANG IT KAHLAN COME BACK TO ME, HELLLOOOO!
Mini-K's head suddenly lowers back down and the two make eye contact. The midget scratches her head again.
Wolverina: You were saying?
Kahlan: Uuuuuhhhhhhh, I forgot.
Wolverina: Pretty K, you just came down to this ring, tried to blow me up, then tried to hurt me with that ladder which, by the way, you're still perched atop in case you didn't know. Obviously you are clearly upset with me, probably because of that promo I did earlier. Now come on, stop messing around and lets do this thing.
Kahlan: OOOOOH right. I'm the BEST not you! I am the greatest female wrestler ever. I have done a whole bunch of stuff in this business not worth mentioning but somehow I'm the best. And you're about to find out why. It's about time you were treated to a little KKO, my lethal finisher! You want to see how good you are? Well then, MEEEEERRRRRRRRRR, you must be tired of living. MEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR! SHAWN DREAMER FOR PREZ 2012 FTW!
After making one last angry midget MEEEERRR sound, the little Ladder Queen leaps over to Haven and hugs her around the neck, her tiny legs trying to walk their way up into position in a comical manner. The fans are keeling over one another with laughter, their sides splitting from the humorous events unfolding. The referee stumbles over to them bent over, gasping for air as he chuckles loudly, yet somehow maintaining enough professionalism to do his job as he waits for the most dangerous finisher ever to be unleashed.
Will be Continued.....
Lizzie: Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the NO DQ Match!
The crowd sounds off with their approval, as Lenny Kravitz's "American Woman" kicks into gear over the venue.
Lizzie: Introducing first. She stands 5'8" tall and scales in at 148 pounds. Hailing from Blair, Nebraska; she is a former multi time Champion, Nexus 5 finalist, and the one who killed Jaggeorth. Give it up for the returning Queen of Extreme and YOUR Princess, WOOOLLVEERIINNAAAA........
An eruption happens from the fans that has perhaps never been achieved by a wrestler. The People's Princess doesn't swipe the curtain aside and step out, she roars out from behind it like a Lioness on the prowl. The once energetic side had returned, Haven going ballistic in a good way as she travels back and forth down the path to the ring, tagging as many hands and hugging as many people as humanly possible.
JP: Listen to these fans, my word! I think I may lose my hearing if they don't pipe down!
Ray: Pfft, whatever. Yay, Wolfie. Pfft.
She is clad in her attire of old, the American Gladiatoress gear with Red, White and Blue theme to it. Her hair is pulled back into a pretty ponytail and her trademark sun shades are removed by her, given to a fan in the audience who happens to be cheering the loudest of them all. She even gives him a kiss on the cheek before rolling into the ring and popping up, leaving the boy blushing and almost fainting. Once inside the squared circle she strikes her crucifix pose in the direction of all four corners, then gives them all a cute wave, wink, smile and kiss. As her music slowly fades and the flashes from the cameras subside, the most sought after woman in wrestling begins her usual warms up and quick strecthes in place.
JP: We found out earlier she'll be facing a mystery opponent. In this day and age, it could be anybody. I have seen alot of surprises in my day, but just when I think I've seen it all I am proved wrong.
Ray: I don't care who her opponent is. It would be the Fairy God Mother for all I know, just get the match done with so we can get some real eye candy out here, like Shawnie mmmmm.
Wolverina rubs her hands together and has a determined look on her face, tonight would be the first step back into the championship scene and she couldn't wait. No ring music plays to herald in this mystery opponent a first, the only sound to heard coming from Lizzie herself as she does her duty.
Lizzie: And her opponent, hailing from North East England and weighing in tonight at 122 pounds.... the LADDER QUEEN, KAAAHHHLLLAAANNN!
Jimmy and Ray are left speechless at the announcement, yet the fans are anything but, with jeers of course since they can't stand the Englishwoman because of her actions as of late. "Part Rock Anthem" by LMFAO blares and Wolverina waits in the ring happy, her mind full of the revenge she shall extract now. A few seconds pass before Kahlan slowly comes out from behind curtain number 1. Well, it's a midget Kahlan, blue hair and all, driving a tiny clown play car. From inside the ring Haven gives off the most adorable shrug of innocence ever, as if she'd not planned this at all. The spectators ROFL at the sight as the People's Princess takes the mic from Lizzie then takes center stage as Kahlan's music halts.
Wolverina: Hey everybody I guess the cowardly lioness Kahlan made a trip to Oz and got some courage. Or maybe she stopped snorting that magic powder long enough to realize what planet she is on. Come on everyone, put your hands together, give this woman a round of applause! COME ON LET ME HEAR YA!
Loyal as ever, her minions do just that, and clap their little hearts out. Once the car clad Kahlan is near the ring, Haven notices that the Cut Squad member is holding a box in her free hand with the word "BOMB" written on it. The crowd roars with laughter, getting the joke.
Wolverina: NOOOOO! Get down everyone, she's gonna blow us up like she did Stone Orchard!
It is too late. The midget Kahlna drives the mini car into the side of the ring and yells "BOOM" whilst tossing the empty box aside. Wolfie sells the suicide bomb attack perfectly, tossing her body into a high leap and hitting the mat back first, not moving a muscle. JP and Ray begin to slip from their professionalism, and can be heard giggling.
JP: HEHE MY GOD SHE KILLED HER! SHE BLEW HER TO BITS!
Ray: Respawn in kitchen 3... 2.... 1...
Mini-Kahlan isn't done, nowhere near it. The little Ladder Queen fumbles under the ring for a moment and brings out a kiddie play type ladder and holds it up high for the fans to see, and they laugh at her for it. Disregarding them, she looks right into the ring at her most archest of enemies, Wolverina, still seeing her down. But that wouldn't last. In a instant, Haven sits up like the Undertaker would, and snaps her head toward the little Englishwoman that could, the mic still in her hand.
Wolverina:(In best she-demon voice ever) I will never REST IN PEACE!
Not to be outdone by her American counter-part, the Brit Blitz stomps her little feet toward the ring steps, dragging the mini ladder with her, but appears to be having some problems with the task.
Wolverina: Kahlan, wha... what are you doing? No, don't. You're gonna hurt yourself. I mean, how much do you REALLY know about ladders since, after all, you only want to compete in singles matches?
The insult goes without a reply, Kahlan pulling and tugging the device up the steps and trying to put it in the ring. She fails. The mini-K tumbles off the steps and the ladder follows with her, winding up on top of her. By now the small building is full of riot like laughter, loving every second of Kahlna being made a fool of. Being the good Christian girl she is, Wolverina exits the ring and picks up the ladder, then places it in the ring. She even offers Kahlan a helping hand up, which is swatted away. The tiny Ladder Queen bolts to her feet and slides into the ring where the ladder is and stands it upright as a humored Haven casually re-enters the squared circle. Wolverina shakes her head as she walks toward the midget version of Kahlan, who now stands perched atop the ladder, making her almost chin level with the most desired woman in the universe.
Wolverina: Now, now, Kahlan, don't be doing something silly. What are you thinking you crazy thang?
The People's Princess places the mic to Kahlan's lips for an answer.
Kahlan: I'm going to......... uh.....
The littlest Ladder Queen suddenly goes blank and stares out into the rafters, picking her nose then scratching her head, her attention span proving to be lack luster at best.
Wolverina: (Whistling and snapping her fingers in front of Kahlan's eyes) Come on, girl, snap out of it. Geez, here we go again! DANG IT KAHLAN COME BACK TO ME, HELLLOOOO!
Mini-K's head suddenly lowers back down and the two make eye contact. The midget scratches her head again.
Wolverina: You were saying?
Kahlan: Uuuuuhhhhhhh, I forgot.
Wolverina: Pretty K, you just came down to this ring, tried to blow me up, then tried to hurt me with that ladder which, by the way, you're still perched atop in case you didn't know. Obviously you are clearly upset with me, probably because of that promo I did earlier. Now come on, stop messing around and lets do this thing.
Kahlan: OOOOOH right. I'm the BEST not you! I am the greatest female wrestler ever. I have done a whole bunch of stuff in this business not worth mentioning but somehow I'm the best. And you're about to find out why. It's about time you were treated to a little KKO, my lethal finisher! You want to see how good you are? Well then, MEEEEERRRRRRRRRR, you must be tired of living. MEEEEEEEERRRRRRRR! SHAWN DREAMER FOR PREZ 2012 FTW!
After making one last angry midget MEEEERRR sound, the little Ladder Queen leaps over to Haven and hugs her around the neck, her tiny legs trying to walk their way up into position in a comical manner. The fans are keeling over one another with laughter, their sides splitting from the humorous events unfolding. The referee stumbles over to them bent over, gasping for air as he chuckles loudly, yet somehow maintaining enough professionalism to do his job as he waits for the most dangerous finisher ever to be unleashed.
Will be Continued.....
