Post by amberlynn on Jan 22, 2017 2:04:04 GMT -5
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(Voice-over)Amber-Lynn: WCF, huh? Wrestling Championship Federation. I wonder if this place is better than last shithole I wrestled in?! Half packed gyms. Getting paid less than five hundred bucks per show. Splattering your own b!ood for the drunkin' entertainment. If it was a packed house, a thousand dollars easy. But, going over the roster and doing some research, I noticed who are the top dogs and I also noticed who were the also-rans. Usually when you go to a new company, the newbies would want to make an impact immediately if not sooner. So, here I am thinking to myself as I'm slamming these weights. So, what's a fine ass bitch, like slamming iron? With top notch competition in WCF, I can't rely on just on my looks alone.
~°._*Amber towels herself off, as she noticed a creepy looking guy with some sort of recording device.*_.°~
Amber-Lynn: Hey!! You!!
~°_.*The creepy man just smirks, while whiping away a small amount of drool. Amber noticed the annoying man's camcorder and instantly grabbed it.
Amber-Lynn: Okay, we can start this at Philadelphia, Pennsylvania at the Wells Fargo Center, Sunday. January, twenty-second. I get to face off against two other newbies... HB and Dark Angel. Now, let's make this interesting. I'm a stunning beautiful woman facing off against two boys. Now, I stand and weigh... six feet and five inches along with three hundred and twenty-five pounds. HB... Mr. Haightboy is five foot seven inches along with one hundred and eighty five pounds. This dude is a itty-bitty whiner. HA. He calls himself a "a free spirited hardcore rebel who has a mental disorder." OH-NO!! Doesn't WCF have it's share of fruit cakes and fruit !oops.
That reminds me, didn't some dude here get killed, that had a mental disorder?! Hmm?! HB? Oh, by the way, is your name Howard? My cat got curious and got itself killed. Now, my next opponent is supposed to be this ouuuu... "Dark" individual who loves hardcore violence and anarchy. Hey Dark Angel, I notice you have a few suplexes in your repertoire. Do YOU have the strength to pick up three hundred and twenty five pounds?! You two little boys don't have the balls to get the job done or even the tools to accomplish the smallest feet. But, for "Babygirl" I gots moves that will either knock you two on your asses or knock your heads off your shoulders!! In this match you WILL "Smell my feet" and I surely will "Shut yo mouth"!!