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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 9 2015, 03:59 PM (20 Views) | |
| Post #1 Oct 9 2015, 03:59 PM | Craig. |
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[The scene fades into a high-end apartment in London, England. Stray rays of sunshine trickle through the small gaps in the blind, reflecting off of the bottle of Prosecco that is rested on the breakfast bar. Coincidentally, this is the exact spot where Jessica Anderson happens to be standing. Her silk-like, brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, and the petite brunette is donning a white leotard and sunglasses. The young woman begins to pace back and forth, before turning to the camera with a simper plastered upon her features.] Jessica: “In case you didn't already guess, this is my beautiful home in the world's most beautiful city: London. It's only right for a beautiful woman such as myself to habitate in such a gorgeous piece of infrastructure. But, you see. Here's where the problems come. Tomorrow, I have to leave this place. I have to go to Heathrow at seven in the morning to catch a flight to Pittsburgh. I have to leave this beautiful city for... Pittsburgh. It's not that there's anything wrong with Pittsburgh, it's just... well, it's not London.” [Jessica reaches into the cupboard and pulls out a wine glass, pouring herself a drink of Prosecco. She consumes the contents of the glass within seconds, and immediately turns back to the camera.] Jessica: “Fortunately, though, there is a reason for me going to Pittsburgh – and that's to wrestle. That's right. I, Jessica Anderson, will be jumping into the Pitt. But please, don't all jump the queue at once. There's plenty of me to go around, because I won't be going anywhere any time soon. Well, other than right to the top. Because, let's be honest, there isn't a woman on that roster that can compare to me. Have they had the success that I've had? Do they have a husband who eats, sleeps and breathes wrestling just as much as they do? I highly doubt it. But if I'm as good as I say I am, why am I wasting my time in this dump? That's a good question, and I don't even know the answer myself. I guess time will tell. But in the mean time, Blood and Steel Chairs is coming up – which means only one thing. My debut!” [A coquettish grin appears upon her face.] Jessica: “That gives you all the opportunity to see me live and in flesh, for the first time ever. Bring your best cameras, because I look even better in high definition. Anyhow, back onto the topic of my debut. I am teaming up with Michelle Taylor to face Rebecca Kelly and Joanna Jane Tarzanna. I honestly don't even know where to start with this. Michelle Taylor is a logical choice, I guess. But you see, here's the thing. I don't know all that much about her. All I know is, she seems just as unimpressed about the booking here at the Pitt as I am. I mean, come on. A pointless tag team match? Where's Teddy when you need him?” [She chuckled. In an environment where she could count the amount of friends she had on one finger – and still have a finger left over – she had to find any way possible to amuse herself.] Jessica: “For real, though. I've studied her, and she seems like a stuck-up, self-righteous bitch... and I like that. It's a great attitude to have. If she didn't think she's better than everyone else, why would she even be here? But don't get it twisted. That doesn't mean I like you, Miss Taylor. We're partners at Blood and Steel Chairs, and as far as I'm concerned that is all we will ever be.” [Jessica places one hand on her curvaceous hip and slightly tilts her head to the right.] Jessica: “Michelle, this week we share a common enemy. Or rather, two common enemies. In the form of Rebecca Kelly and female Tarzan. Rebecca Kelly just seems like another run-of-the-mill musician who failed at what they supposedly do best, and wrestling was a last resort. But you see, for me wrestling was no last resort. I gave up modeling for wrestling, and I've not stopped to look back once. Rebecca, though. I think that she's just bitter because of her failures in the music industry. I mean, I'd be angry too if I was almost as bad at singing as I was wrestling. Fortunately, I have more than one Championship reign to my name. So even though I'm no singer, I'm certainly no mug in the ring. As Rebecca will find out the hard way. Speaking of mugs, what about Joanna? This stupid cow thinks she's some kind of monkey or something. Like, for real. She obviously hit her head too hard on a branch when falling from the ugly tree. Because she's no 'jungle girl', and she sure as hell poses no threat to me. I'm the woman who ended one of the longest WEW Women's Championship reigns. Such is the quality of opposition that Miss Tarzanna finds herself against. If she can manage to defy the odds and beat me, I will be the first to give her credit. But somehow, I highly doubt that she can. As for everybody else, well, let's just put it this way. Pay close attention, ladies. Because you're looking at the future Pitt Champion. [The scene fades out.] |
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