Post by Violet Rayne on Feb 8, 2010 4:20:08 GMT -6
"*uck Dole this is Maui Gold."
Violet Rayne grabbed her title belt with a razor's smile as she hoisted it in the air for all the pressure dome to see. She was excited and full of adrenaline because Julia Wilde had been the level red threat to her Champion lifestyle. The one mistake Wilde had made? She totally pissed Violet Rayne straight off, or maybe she didn't piss her straight off enough. The end of line read back that all she did was put Violet Rayne into the single node of slapping Julia Wilde back down to the Platform One with an expired, golden ticket choking her wrestler wind.
With out much thought at all, Violet Rayne swung over the ropes and down to the floor as hands rushed out for piece of five or ten. She worked down the line, touching flesh and then climbing on the corner guard rail. Violet Rayne T-shirts, punk girl chains and cyber cool decoder rings? She pointed at individuals sporting her merch, making the contact eye with her fan base and bottom line before hopping down into the crowd without security clearance. She was claiming the Northwest Passage as her own. From luck, to pan flashing, now on hard drive. She walked up the aisle, over seats, through camera flashes to one of the entrances. That's where she posed one more time, holding the title high and letting hands slap the metal face as they mugged and hollered for the camera scene. Mr. Johnson would have to pour ice on the cash registers before they exploded and Ms. Johnson wouldn't have to do a thing as Violet Rayne flashed the super secret Linux gang sign before turning and heading towards the concourse.
A CWE Diva end of PPV scene.