Post by Wench on May 14, 2008 14:42:29 GMT -6
The scene fades in to the basement of Wench and Matt Margera. Wench is in the ring with long time friend Soul Reaper. The two seem to be involved in an intense work out. Wench glances over and spots the cameraman as Reaper whips her into the ropes. She comes off and he catches her with a hard clothesline taking her down to the mat. He shakes his head as he looked down at her.
She caught her breath and sat up and looked at him. He extended his hand and pulled her to her feet.
Never...ever...let yourself get distracted. That could be a huge mistake that could mean the difference between a win and a loss. You know better than that.
Did you have to do that so hard though? You knocked the breath out of me.
Reaper smirked at her.
Of course. You wanted me to train you. You know I'm not going to half ass do it.
Wench sighed and nodded.
And I wouldn't want you to. Matt's trying to get me a rematch so I need all the training I can get.
Good. We have an understanding then. Do your promo and then its back to training.
Wench rolled out of the ring and grabbed a bottle of water. She opened it and took several swallows. She glanced into the camera.
Hannah...you only THINK you know all I can do in the ring. Fact is, I have added much to my moves thanks to a couple new guys I'm training with. Well, actually, one new guy. The other has trained me many times in the past. I could go as far to say he was one of my very first teachers. Of course, none of that is important.
Now, I see you want to run your mouth and claim I say I'm above everyone else. Now, I don't recall ever saying that. The only thing I have ever made claim to being above was a women's division. You know I refuse to participate in one of those because a lot of times, its diva wannabes dressed in lingerie thinking a pillow fight is wrestling.
You want to stick your nose in my matches and cost me wins? Well, I have absolutely no problems what so ever of knocking your pretty little nose off your face.
Wench paused and laughed a bit before taking another drink of water.
Now, I don't expect our match to be as simple as tossing you over the top rope. Actually, I'd be highly disappointed if it were. You are just a rookie though. I do hope you won't be like other prissy divas I have faced in the past. Although I already know you aren't.
So, Hellspawn is giving you lessons. Well, that's certainly comical. I honestly don't see you learning anything from him that I don't already know. You see, he's also been a trainer of mine in the past. I see no surprises coming there.
Wench takes another drink from her bottle of water before recapping it and tossing it back into a cooler.
The thing I find most amusing is the fact that you think you are going to beat me. Twice now, I have been screwed out of a win. You will fail at beating me. I won't be pinned by you Hannah. You see I have a lot of anger building up and I plan to take it all out on you. You have the unfortunate luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'm not going to hold anything back when we step into that ring and there's more than a good chance that you could leave our match on a stretcher. The time has come for me to show what a bitch I can be when pushed too far and that time is now. It's my time and I won't be denied anymore.
Wench slid back in the ring where Reaper was waiting and motioned for her to come at him. The two lock up as the scene fades.
She caught her breath and sat up and looked at him. He extended his hand and pulled her to her feet.
Never...ever...let yourself get distracted. That could be a huge mistake that could mean the difference between a win and a loss. You know better than that.
Did you have to do that so hard though? You knocked the breath out of me.
Reaper smirked at her.
Of course. You wanted me to train you. You know I'm not going to half ass do it.
Wench sighed and nodded.
And I wouldn't want you to. Matt's trying to get me a rematch so I need all the training I can get.
Good. We have an understanding then. Do your promo and then its back to training.
Wench rolled out of the ring and grabbed a bottle of water. She opened it and took several swallows. She glanced into the camera.
Hannah...you only THINK you know all I can do in the ring. Fact is, I have added much to my moves thanks to a couple new guys I'm training with. Well, actually, one new guy. The other has trained me many times in the past. I could go as far to say he was one of my very first teachers. Of course, none of that is important.
Now, I see you want to run your mouth and claim I say I'm above everyone else. Now, I don't recall ever saying that. The only thing I have ever made claim to being above was a women's division. You know I refuse to participate in one of those because a lot of times, its diva wannabes dressed in lingerie thinking a pillow fight is wrestling.
You want to stick your nose in my matches and cost me wins? Well, I have absolutely no problems what so ever of knocking your pretty little nose off your face.
Wench paused and laughed a bit before taking another drink of water.
Now, I don't expect our match to be as simple as tossing you over the top rope. Actually, I'd be highly disappointed if it were. You are just a rookie though. I do hope you won't be like other prissy divas I have faced in the past. Although I already know you aren't.
So, Hellspawn is giving you lessons. Well, that's certainly comical. I honestly don't see you learning anything from him that I don't already know. You see, he's also been a trainer of mine in the past. I see no surprises coming there.
Wench takes another drink from her bottle of water before recapping it and tossing it back into a cooler.
The thing I find most amusing is the fact that you think you are going to beat me. Twice now, I have been screwed out of a win. You will fail at beating me. I won't be pinned by you Hannah. You see I have a lot of anger building up and I plan to take it all out on you. You have the unfortunate luck of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I'm not going to hold anything back when we step into that ring and there's more than a good chance that you could leave our match on a stretcher. The time has come for me to show what a bitch I can be when pushed too far and that time is now. It's my time and I won't be denied anymore.
Wench slid back in the ring where Reaper was waiting and motioned for her to come at him. The two lock up as the scene fades.
