dont play with fyre otherwise you'll get burned

[fyreangel]

::These two fucksticks cant be serious about taking our ta titles from us. Its bad enought those two have NO idea that they were getting laughed at on Japanese national televison then have th nerve to call Kristina and I BIMBOS? Pfft..please. Anyway, the camera finds its way into a cemetary a hooded figure standing at the foot of two open graves. The lights bounching off the tag title that was over the individuals shoulder::

"how fitting that this match is going to be a buried alive match and for what the tag team titles? Jason, Kid you two peons are worthless I mean worthless to the point that you're just one hit wonders god only know how much dick you two actually sucked to get these titles in the first place"

:: the camera pans up as the individual removes the hood to show that it was me a dark twisted smirk crossing my black lipstick covered lips. my arms outstretched as if I was holding something off camera which actually I was::

" You actually think that Kristina and I are going to take you two seriously? you guys go on a Japanese talk show and basically get insulted and whine about how we're not worthy of these titles....You see ladies I usually dont take exception to being called a bitch because quite frankly its something I'm proud of."

::I smirk again as the camera pans out with me standing at the foot of two open graves and in my grasp were two guys each one dressed like the hardcore kid and Jason Royce. my fingers curled around the collars of their blood stained shirts their faces and hair caked with blood and dirt looking as if they just got out of a severe bar fight. nope not a barroom brawl its was just little old me and Kristina who's laugh was heard off camera::


"Please we didnt mean what we said about you."


::pleaded the first guy who's face looked as if it had been introduced to sheet metal. I dropped him face first into the mud burying the heel of my calf lenght high heeled boot in the back his neck while still with a grip on his running buddy::

"All you two have done since losing these titles is running your cockflaps about how you guys are going to take them bac from us and how we dont deserve to be champions."

:: my grip tightening up on the man's shirt collar as I smirk looking down at him.::

"are we worthless champions?"

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:: I cooed watching the guy's eyes go wide for fear of getting beaten beyond recognition the guy quickly shakes his head::

" no you and ms Blackwell are the true tag team champions hardcore Ice is nothing but paper champions.

::now thats what I wanted to hear I smirk reaching down to retrive his buddy who was now gasping and choking on mud by the back of his shirt asking the same question again::

"Are we worthless champions?"

::the first guy chokes ans spits out munddy water before answering.::

" I hope Hardcore ice kicks your ass!"

::WOW wrong answer. I drop him again first first into the mud this time applying al my weight onto the back of his neck as he struggled under my weight my features twisted up in rage as I backed off letting Kristina grab hold of the guy and bring him back up for air.::

"Let's try this again shall we?"

:: I said in a low and evil tone. still with a grip on his homeboy::

"are we wrothless champions?"

::the guy shakes his head "no" as I smirk::

"good boy."

:: kristina and I dragged the two to their feet still with a grip on their shirts::

"hardcore Ice consider this your destiny because once you reach the dark depths of my unholy kingdom there will be no chance of repent no chance of forgiveness no chance of redemption. its just going to be you facing the dark lord and his dark princess."

::with that said Kristina and I shove both guys into the open graves. Both of us standing back as dirt started to rain down onto our unfortunate subjects the two guys screaming and spitting out the dirt that fell onto them my twisted laugh heard as the camera pans up to teh two headstones that read "ROYCE" and "THE HARDCORE KID"::