Post by Syren on Aug 19, 2011 8:37:52 GMT
As Syren's music began to play. We come back to you live to this week's edition of TNB Brash. Where we see Syren lounging & relaxing on a couch of all things inside of a wrestling ring.
Sounds absurd doesn't it?
Nonetheless. Syren, being shown dressed in street clothing. After-all. Why would she be dressed to wrestle. When she was told upon entering the building that 'creative had nothing for her'.
Sooooooo... what's a
Simple... you pull a Martha Stewart & you improvise. You make the best of a horrible situation. If you can't get noticed around here? You make them notice you.
Which is why having a couch... of all things. Would immediately draw in the attention of the viewing audience. Inside of a wrestling ring no less. With the ring mat decorated in a lovely, and beautiful golden sequined rug. And when you've got a smokin' hot, fiery red head chillin' in the midst of all this? Yes... you're going to get noticed!
Syren didn't waste any time. As she kicked back & relaxed on her comfy couch.
Microphone?
Everyone's attention?
Pissing off the creative department backstage?
All that's left to do is to throw a little gasoline onto the burning fire...
I'm sure you all are wondering. Why on Earth. Is Syren kicked back, relaxed. Not a care in the world. On a couch, inside of a wrestling ring?
I'll tell ya why that is.
Syren gets up off the couch. Walks over to the ropes nearby. Licking her lips with her tongue. She looks into the camera. With an 'all eyes on me' gesture towards the camera man. As she said.
'Creative has nothing for me'
Syren gets a few cheers, and some whistles from a few horn-balls in the audience. Some scattered boo's mixed in from the envious soccer moms & fat chicks. All who wish they had a bod like Syren's.
At first glance. I'm nothing more then a 'Barbie Doll', or 'Eye Candy'. Because of this. I've been thrown into the status quo of the Amazon Division. All thinking with the same, silly notion that just because you look good. Means you can't wrestle?
Tell me, stars & studs. Have you ever met a 'Barbie Doll', like moi. Who can not only give the males something to DREAM about holding at night. But can also kick any woman's ass when given the opportunity?
Not until, you've met this Sultry, Red-Head. In this ring. I'm quite the hellcat. I have you know...
Don't believe me? Why... meet my old friend, Harlequin!
Syren points to the TNB Tron. Where a picture of Harlequin pops up on the big screen... or, maybe not?
No picture? No problem. With a face that hideous. Lets not humiliate her anymore then I've already done. By the way, 'Harle'. No need to give me a call. I've already got your number.
Syren said with a wink, and a devilish grin. She loved to use words & phrases that carried a double meaning to them. Her remarks towards Harlequin. Whom, was not only just her opponent last week. But also, a bit of a rival in recent months. Was no different!
So as I randomly looked up & down the Amazon roster. I see nothing but mediocrity & shame.
Jesse Blair? Angelus? Two women who walk around with a chip on there shoulders. Sorry gals. This isn't 2006. Do you mind moving along? Because you simply don't matter anymore.
Kimber Davenport? She went from being a once proud Amazon Champion. To barely being a blip on Syren's radar. Flash in the pan anyone?
Syren raises her hand. Agreeing with that sentiment.
Ashley Milano? I guess she got tired of being on her back inside the ring. So she went back to doing her day job. Being on her back in other places...
Nicole Storm? Didn't she go into an Antique store one time. Then they decided to keep her?
Shayne & Lucy Youngblood? Hasn't Shayne & Lucy done anything relevant since birth? Eh... probably not.
Lastly, we have Madi$on? I save you for last because you claim yourself to be a 'fighting champion'. I find that hard to believe. Seeing as how its been approximately 6 weeks since you've won the Amazon Championship. Yet, not counting tonight. You've only defended it one time?
Funny... I would expect a champion to actually defend her title. Not hide behind it. Last week, you threw out an open challenge. Kelly Monarch accepted. Beat you, and I guess that makes her next in line for a title that has meant nothing since you've "earned" it? I use the word "earned" loosely stars & studs. Because if it wasn't for MMInc.member Ashley Milano? I'm sure the result would've been just a little bit different. Don't you think?
Nothing I can do to change the past. But I can make things look brighter in the future. After you bobbed & weaved. Ducked & dodged my previous attempts for a title shot:
Attempt #1
Attempt #2
Maybe three times will be the charm. So instead of asking? I'm telling...
Once you & Kelly Monarch are done with your little fling. How about you defend your title against a worthy challenger? Matter of fact. I'll give you until Steel City Showdown next week.
Syren versus Madi$on.
How does that sound?
Big pop from the crowd. Love her, or hate Syren. They knew if these two ever met in a match. They would do more then tear the roof off of any arena.
However, there is a way for you to get out of this. Lose tonight? Your off the hook! Win? And I'll see you next week! That is... if your not scared? Besides, as I said a week ago. I'm sick of toying around with kids. I'd like to have some real competition. So, Miss "Queen of the Scene". Best not to disappoint me tonight. Let us see if your bark is worse then the bite. See if you're the fighting champion you claim yourself to be... or just another brick in the wall of shame.
With that. Syren drops the microphone. Takes her leave from the ring. The ring crew rushes to get everything removed from inside the ring before the next commercial break was up. All Syren could do now was play the waiting game. One way or another. She left quite a few heads spinning tonight.
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