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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 3, 2010 3:59:23 GMT -6
The crowd pops on high the moment a fully recovered Violet Rayne thrashes out of the curtained darkness and into the light. Her CWE Diva Title thrashing wildly with her arms until the groove settles down, giving her a chance to pose and catch a breath before charging down to the ring on the next upswing. Young girls bang their heads, and Emo boys fall in love like it's 2009 all over again. But it's not, the simply the reign of Violet Rayne in vivid colors and now in the center of the ring.
"Seattle!" The crowd responded with another wave of sound washing through the arena. "Your ugly step-sister has returned from the land of text 9s, sporty boots, short attention spans and I am totally intact and online for your viewing pleasure." The crowd, of course, approved because she was there girl with a finger bullet. T-shirts, belt chains and even the random dye job littered the arena. Violet's calculator like mind flashed cheap, low res dollar signs.
"But that's not all." Violet gave her best game show voice. "No, no, no. There's no rest for the wicked, and if you watched Battle Bowl? You know my name is on that list." Violet turned her attention to the back, and her voice lowered it's showy tune. "Look Sister Bears. I know you've all got it rough right now. Your connection is static and Terra just knocked you back to Zone: Zero-Zero-One. In other words Dirtgirls? There isn't one of you that's got a line going back to the world of high resolution." Violet paused and shook her head sadly before shielding her eyes against some imaginary lights overhead. "But wait! What's this! Can it be!?" Violet turns back to the crowd. "Oh, you can line up your credits to the land of double that it is. I'm the golden ticket magically appearing in the Northwest Passage and I'm fluttering out her just waiting for one of you to grab hold." Violet turned to the back again. "Think about it. What would a victory over Violet Rayne do for one of you low res rider? Move some merch? Get the smell of curtains opening out of your hair? Job security? A 1st class ticket back home to that temp job you probably should have taken, quick before it's too late?" Violet could have kept going but this was only Rampage, the big money promos were for PPVs.
"First come. First served Dirtgirls and the line starts right here." She pointed to the empty space in front of her and waited.
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Post by Julia Wilde on Jan 3, 2010 15:58:21 GMT -6
My music played as I shambled down to the ring in my gear and "Love is the Movement" shirt to face Violet. Yeah, people are going to think I'm dogging it for effect but ladder matches suck. This was my first and I never ever want to do it again. Seriously, this was a half an hour of other girls beating me up with a huge piece of steel. I think I have a right to be sore.
I may not be doing my best tonight As someone who cares deeply about this sport and all of you I don't really have a choice but to accept.
I don't understand how people weren't happy with this match. I was even being honest. Unless this means I'm doing my job well.
Me and my personal brand deserve the higher profile and I'll tell you why.I made it to the XXX title finals and surprise, surprise a girl who wasn't wearing thigh high high heeled boots had an easier time climbing a ladder and grabbing the belt. Jess, Becky, you're officially dipshits. What were you girls even thinking? But since said sensible shoe-wearer/XXX Champion wasn't named me I'm still a little pissed about the whole deal. I know if I had a one on one match against you, or Terra, or or any girl sitting in these stands and things are going to look a little different Re: Julia Wilde and her many ambitions.
So, as fun as hitting people with stuff is I'm going to let Terra have it for a while and make this week all about pinning you.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 3, 2010 22:28:47 GMT -6
Violet looked at Julia for a few seconds. She had watched the XXX match from the warmth and safety of the back. It had been a vicious res on the eyes. Heels sucked for climbing ladders, but they sure as hell accentuated drop kicks to dangerous levels. "Wilde Bear?" Violet looked her up and down again. "You look like you've been wrestling freight trains and losing," Violet looked at her again. "badly." Violet added for good measure. "I mean is life in the CWE Underwear Relocation Program really all that bad?"
The members of the audience who had caught their first meeting laughed a little, and Violet smiled along until it was time to get a little serious. "Look, Wild Bear. I totally respect you crawling down here to claim the chance at a better life. Sierra Hotel all the way. But Mr. Johnson? He pays me to do one thing." Violet stopped for a second. "Well actually he pays me to do several things: put eyes on the screen, move merch and deliver highlights for his high res feed. And trust me Wild Bear, he isn't going to pull me aside and say take it easy on the Ms. Low Mobility. You eat Pineapple in under 30 seconds?" Violet shook her head. "Maybe that adds to my live line. But it buries you. You'll be begging for weekly scraps like Angel if you lose. Or even worse, join Kasey Kasey in Obliv Central." Violet looked in her eyes, she had a feeling she was pretty determined to see this through. But Violet offered anyways, "Why don't you rest up, Sister Bear and you come at me when that wreckage you call a body has cleared."
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Post by Julia Wilde on Jan 4, 2010 3:25:17 GMT -6
I looked around very offended that she would even suggest this. But, being stupid enough to do these matches is kind of how it works right? And by now I'd come up with a new theory.
I get it. Using my very own language of deep compassion to try and trick me because you're afraid you're going to take a little too much of a beating from the crippled girl. That it's going to kill the Violet Rayne mystique before it has time to marinade and get really mystiquey and losing you your precious endorsement deals in the process. Probably to me since I've been getting my contact info to a few people.
Nice, you can keep a hand on your ribs and cross your arms and look mean at the same time. Good to know.
All I've got to say is I'm about one trip to the back and back out here from “walking it off” and when that happens I'll be ready to take down the best wrestler here since I don't plan to spend another week lost in the shuffle with whichever transients they round up and throw me in the ring with.
I'll be ready when you are.
I dropped the mic and just waited assuming we should make sure this is all agreed on before I stormed off.
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Post by Violet Rayne on Jan 4, 2010 5:29:29 GMT -6
Violet had figured as much. It was all in the cornea road map of the soul. She adjusted the title resting on her shoulder, signifying that that business hours were now. "Well you're in luck, B-cups. Because not only am I the best wrestler here, I also just happen to be whichever transient they throw around." Violet liked that, "I guess it was just meant to be. I mean it's a total two stones" Violet pointed at Julia "and one bird thing being verified." It seemed Julia was ready to start her walking therapy, so Violet went ahead and signed the end of line. "So put your little snack trays in the upright position, Sister Bear because we are totally on overtime and underway."
Violet Rayne's music played again as she pointed to her wrist to signify 'time' before holding her title high for the crowd and there high res noise affair. The golden ticket was totally in play on Rampage. Violet thought as she headed towards the back that this could be the start of something good, or the total end of something lame. She was ready to see where the ticket was actually to. Which was weird, she thought, because she was the ticket. Her thoughts continued on such a line until she was back in her locker room. Who knew what tracks went where in there.
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