Post by Rachel on Apr 17, 2007 16:43:07 GMT -5
The show has only just begun, fans are still arriving, taking their seats around the ring and in the nose-bleed sections that people pay way too much money for. Suddenly, "Smack That" by Akon fills the arena. Without a moment's hesitation, Rachel comes striding down the ramp with a fierce look on her face. The fans erupt in a loud torrent of boos which can only just be heard over the blaring entrance music.
Rachel steps in between the ropes and strides over to the otherside of the ring, demanding that they hand her a mic. Her music halts as she raises the mic to her lips. The booing of the fans is louder now, and she paces the ring slowly, a look of anger upon her face.
Her dark brown hair is down. A pair of silver hoop earrings can be seen glinting just behind her hair. Rachel's cheeks are pink with emotion. She is dressed in a pair of knee-high leather boots, a blue skirt and a black halter top. She pauses in front of the crowd and leans down into the ropes.
Rachel: So I see you guys are just as impressed as I am with my win against Szaban...
The boos become deafening.
Rachel: I thought so. Last night at Side Effect, I was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. I was given the chance to step into the ring with an athlete who is unquestionably, undoubtedly, one of the greats of the business. Szaban may be an ass...but he is remarkably talented.
Cheers fill the arena. A Szaban chant beings and Rachel waits for it to die down.
Rachel: I should have spent my evening celebrating. I came into this company and made my very first match, my debut match, against the champ. Not only did I go one on one with Szaban...but I beat him too.
While this statement would make many smile, Rachel's frown deepend.
Rachel: But I was robbed of my night of celebration...I had the oppotunity of a lifetime ruined because some stupid son of a bitch thought that it would be acceptable to stick their nose in MY business. Magilla Gorilla...Snoop Dog...G-Dawg...whatever the hell it is they're calling you...You just made one of the absolute biggest mistakes of your career. Now I know you're standing in the back in front of a monitor with a smirk on your ugly face. I know that you're wondering just what the hell a 130 pound woman could possibly do to you...But just go and ask some of the opponents that I've faced, ask some of the partners I've had in tag team matches...If you get on my bad side, you're likely to regret it for a very, very long time. I understand you're dillusional thoughts...you're supposed to be...I don't know, a thug or something like that, right? Let me tell you something...You're just an Eminem knock-off...A Justin Evans wannabe...A Szaban would-be if you could-be. At the next Side Effect, I am going to make you understand the meaning of revenge...Stepping into the ring with Szaban will be a breeze when I finish with you...If you can even make it into the ring. I told all these people that watch XVI, I told Szaban and everyone else that your presence in that ring would have nothing to do with my win...You think that its okay to make a fool out of me in order to make a fool out of Szaban? You need to go in for a catscan because you're one crazy S.O.B. On the next Side Effect, you'll understand that they don't call me the Queen of Confrontation for nothing.
Rachel tosses the mic back to the ringside attendants and slips out of the ropes. She makes her way backstage as the sounds of Akon can be heard coming from the P.A. system.
Rachel steps in between the ropes and strides over to the otherside of the ring, demanding that they hand her a mic. Her music halts as she raises the mic to her lips. The booing of the fans is louder now, and she paces the ring slowly, a look of anger upon her face.
Her dark brown hair is down. A pair of silver hoop earrings can be seen glinting just behind her hair. Rachel's cheeks are pink with emotion. She is dressed in a pair of knee-high leather boots, a blue skirt and a black halter top. She pauses in front of the crowd and leans down into the ropes.
Rachel: So I see you guys are just as impressed as I am with my win against Szaban...
The boos become deafening.
Rachel: I thought so. Last night at Side Effect, I was presented with the opportunity of a lifetime. I was given the chance to step into the ring with an athlete who is unquestionably, undoubtedly, one of the greats of the business. Szaban may be an ass...but he is remarkably talented.
Cheers fill the arena. A Szaban chant beings and Rachel waits for it to die down.
Rachel: I should have spent my evening celebrating. I came into this company and made my very first match, my debut match, against the champ. Not only did I go one on one with Szaban...but I beat him too.
While this statement would make many smile, Rachel's frown deepend.
Rachel: But I was robbed of my night of celebration...I had the oppotunity of a lifetime ruined because some stupid son of a bitch thought that it would be acceptable to stick their nose in MY business. Magilla Gorilla...Snoop Dog...G-Dawg...whatever the hell it is they're calling you...You just made one of the absolute biggest mistakes of your career. Now I know you're standing in the back in front of a monitor with a smirk on your ugly face. I know that you're wondering just what the hell a 130 pound woman could possibly do to you...But just go and ask some of the opponents that I've faced, ask some of the partners I've had in tag team matches...If you get on my bad side, you're likely to regret it for a very, very long time. I understand you're dillusional thoughts...you're supposed to be...I don't know, a thug or something like that, right? Let me tell you something...You're just an Eminem knock-off...A Justin Evans wannabe...A Szaban would-be if you could-be. At the next Side Effect, I am going to make you understand the meaning of revenge...Stepping into the ring with Szaban will be a breeze when I finish with you...If you can even make it into the ring. I told all these people that watch XVI, I told Szaban and everyone else that your presence in that ring would have nothing to do with my win...You think that its okay to make a fool out of me in order to make a fool out of Szaban? You need to go in for a catscan because you're one crazy S.O.B. On the next Side Effect, you'll understand that they don't call me the Queen of Confrontation for nothing.
Rachel tosses the mic back to the ringside attendants and slips out of the ropes. She makes her way backstage as the sounds of Akon can be heard coming from the P.A. system.