Post by kidnotorious on Mar 25, 2011 20:27:05 GMT -4
[The scene opens up at a park. There's all the usual makings, a sandbox with a number of slides and play areas with little kids playing all over them, an awning with a group of benches to sit on for parties or just regular picnics, and a basketball court, where two groups of older kids are playing a game of hoops.
Grace: Ahh, lookit th' lil babes play. Kinda reminds me o' home.
[We find the Irish Assassin sitting on the roof of the awning, her legs hanging off, watching the basketball game. She is dressed in blue jeans and a white tank top that shows off her cleavage quite well. She waves to the camera with a smile.]
Grace: 'ello lovelies! Ye already know meh so ah'm not g'nna waste time wit' introductions. Rasslemania! APW's biggest show o' th' year. So ye can imagine me own surprise when I learned I was actually booked in a match! I didnae expect that outcome at all, if'n ahm bein' honest.
[Grace shrugs.]
Grace: I mean, in th' big scheme o' t'ings right now, ah'm a nobody. And yet, 'ere I am, with me very own match! Shure its a battle royal with alla th' other leftovers, but still! This is an opportunity I cannae let go t'waste! An' so I won't.
[The Irish Assassin gives a wry grin to the camera before motioning back down to the basketball court.]
Grace: When ye t'ink about it, this match is a lot like the one goin' on down there. Lots o' babes lookin fer their shot in the spotlight. Don' get me wrong 'ere, by 'babes' I don' mean 'gurls',' I mean wee ones, newborns, ones who have nae gotten their chance to rightly shine. Because that IS what this is if'n ye really think about it. Tis for a shot at a title of ye' choice after all.
As fer me, well, I got one title in particular that I got me sights set on. I reckon it's about bleedin time the Tapout Championship 'as a Champion who c'n actually, yknow, WIN MATCHES. Or tap people out. That is the rules of the title after all.
So ah'm sorry to burst all ya'lls bubble lads and lasses, but I got me a mission sent down from th' heavens themselves, a mission to make IWC the best it c'n be by takin' a belt away from a miserable poser who t'inks he's gods gift t'everythin. And I reckon to do just that, people.
[Grace gives a look to the camera is if to say "Sorry."]
Grace: I hold no ill will towards any o' ye, but a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. And seein' as how most of ye lot cant even be buggered t'show the hell up? I t'ink I just might do whatit too! Wouldn't that be jus' the bees knees? Th' new gal winning a big battle royal on 'er second show!
Yeah, I t'ink I like them odds.
I'll be seein ye, IWC. Ye too, APW.
I'll be the one standin tall at th' end.
[Grace looks out the court, watching as the 'home team' scores another shot.]
Grace: Bank on it.
[Fade.]
Grace: Ahh, lookit th' lil babes play. Kinda reminds me o' home.
[We find the Irish Assassin sitting on the roof of the awning, her legs hanging off, watching the basketball game. She is dressed in blue jeans and a white tank top that shows off her cleavage quite well. She waves to the camera with a smile.]
Grace: 'ello lovelies! Ye already know meh so ah'm not g'nna waste time wit' introductions. Rasslemania! APW's biggest show o' th' year. So ye can imagine me own surprise when I learned I was actually booked in a match! I didnae expect that outcome at all, if'n ahm bein' honest.
[Grace shrugs.]
Grace: I mean, in th' big scheme o' t'ings right now, ah'm a nobody. And yet, 'ere I am, with me very own match! Shure its a battle royal with alla th' other leftovers, but still! This is an opportunity I cannae let go t'waste! An' so I won't.
[The Irish Assassin gives a wry grin to the camera before motioning back down to the basketball court.]
Grace: When ye t'ink about it, this match is a lot like the one goin' on down there. Lots o' babes lookin fer their shot in the spotlight. Don' get me wrong 'ere, by 'babes' I don' mean 'gurls',' I mean wee ones, newborns, ones who have nae gotten their chance to rightly shine. Because that IS what this is if'n ye really think about it. Tis for a shot at a title of ye' choice after all.
As fer me, well, I got one title in particular that I got me sights set on. I reckon it's about bleedin time the Tapout Championship 'as a Champion who c'n actually, yknow, WIN MATCHES. Or tap people out. That is the rules of the title after all.
So ah'm sorry to burst all ya'lls bubble lads and lasses, but I got me a mission sent down from th' heavens themselves, a mission to make IWC the best it c'n be by takin' a belt away from a miserable poser who t'inks he's gods gift t'everythin. And I reckon to do just that, people.
[Grace gives a look to the camera is if to say "Sorry."]
Grace: I hold no ill will towards any o' ye, but a gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do. And seein' as how most of ye lot cant even be buggered t'show the hell up? I t'ink I just might do whatit too! Wouldn't that be jus' the bees knees? Th' new gal winning a big battle royal on 'er second show!
Yeah, I t'ink I like them odds.
I'll be seein ye, IWC. Ye too, APW.
I'll be the one standin tall at th' end.
[Grace looks out the court, watching as the 'home team' scores another shot.]
Grace: Bank on it.
[Fade.]
