Post by Ashley Silva on Aug 10, 2012 19:19:33 GMT
The feed cuts to the backstage area where an all white limo pulls up. A tall, muscular, bald and muscular man steps out from the back door, looks around, closes the door and proceeds to approach the security guard at the back entrance to the arena
Excuse me, rent a cop, but my employer would like a word, on camera, to address someone within your employers company. Your, women's champion, Ashley Milano. If you could go fetch a camera crew, or Ashley herself, you can consider yourself safe
for now.
The guard quickly enters through the door, and comes back a few minutes later with a camera man.
The muscular man then walks to the door of the limo, opens it up, and out steps Ashley Silva
She's dressed semi casual, and smirks at the surroundings of the arena Innovation Wrestling uses to house it's competitions.
As the camera man comes near, she smiles, and addresses the situation for the camera.
Good evening Innovation Wrestling fans, employees, and of course the pink haired champion which apparently represents the company, Ashley Milano.
Ashley, you seem to think I'm pandering to the world, showing my body, trying to be you? No no! I'm carrying myself better then you. I don't wander around, bouncing from boy to boy, bed to bed, like a cotton candy, cookie cutter, diva. I'm above that, beyond that.
You see, this is the first time you'll have ever set eyes on me, unless you caught my music video appearances, Hollywood blockbuster movie roles, or you sat at home, like a dumpy ditz, eating bonbons, hating life cause your a fat, out of shape slob, watching daytime soap operas, like the one I was starring in, "Savannah Shores". Not to be confused with that jersey shore crap on MTV.
I, am in charge of a company by the name of Viral Pro, which is a branch of Viral Entertainment. A bigger, better, company then this dump ever could be. Unfortunately for you, it's also the company which will run this one, out of business. See, I have all the money in the world, and I can buy any one of the no talent hacks that comprise this companies roster of *cough* superstars. So, you can be champion of a division of one. Which makes you pretty much obsolete, doesn't it? I can buy anyone, keep that in mind. Well, anyone but Chris Lionheart apparently, who has rocks for brains and wants to back this company until it's dead and gone. Which, could be any day now if this company continues the downward spiral it's on. I mean, come on, reaching out to other companies to increase ratings? Your basing a whole month on other peoples stars. Talk about a publicity stunt gone wrong. All your doing is pushing your viewers to watch superior programming.
I don't blame people for not wanting to work for Lionheart here though. The guys got quite the reputation around the world for being a flounder, not a founder. He pushed the new blood on the world, and when that new blood became stale blood, he went back and employed the old guard again. Guys like Sylas Styles, Avenger, Genesis, Shia Storm. The list goes on and on, and the real dagger in the heart here is your champion. Brent Starr? What a moron. The guy had the potential to really burst out, and take the brass ring in any company, and he chose the easiest one of all. Here, where he can beat the likes of Kyle Nobbs, Joker, Colby Donnely and the other joke guys you have around here. Wow, tough competition huh Brent. Serves ya right for turning down my contract offer. Could have had your run of the world with your whole crew.
The muscle she's got with her clears his throat, signalling her to get back on track.
She fires him a nasty look, but gets the hint.
Ugh, yes I know. Listen Ashley. Since you think your big shit here. You can come back here, and confront me, women to women, or to be more accurate, women to trash, seeing as your so fondly referred to as "Trashley" around the wrestling world. I'll warn you though, Cesare here, isn't like the Innovation Wrestling "boys" here. He's paid to deal with physical threats to me. He's not above knocking you on your ass. Hell, even if you brought yourself a friend, he'd take care of them too. See, I'm not a fighter, I'm a buyer, a superstar, and I'm not about to ruin myself, to prove a point to you. I'll let you in on a secret though, Ashley. I'm trained to defend myself, and this wrestling thing, is a quick and easy thing to learn if your smart, like I am. So, if your coming, come. I'll wait here for you. Just don't keep me waiting. Time is money, and my time, is worth more then your full contract.
She then looks at her watch, and taps it signalling that she's waiting.
Excuse me, rent a cop, but my employer would like a word, on camera, to address someone within your employers company. Your, women's champion, Ashley Milano. If you could go fetch a camera crew, or Ashley herself, you can consider yourself safe
for now.
The guard quickly enters through the door, and comes back a few minutes later with a camera man.
The muscular man then walks to the door of the limo, opens it up, and out steps Ashley Silva
She's dressed semi casual, and smirks at the surroundings of the arena Innovation Wrestling uses to house it's competitions.
As the camera man comes near, she smiles, and addresses the situation for the camera.
Good evening Innovation Wrestling fans, employees, and of course the pink haired champion which apparently represents the company, Ashley Milano.
Ashley, you seem to think I'm pandering to the world, showing my body, trying to be you? No no! I'm carrying myself better then you. I don't wander around, bouncing from boy to boy, bed to bed, like a cotton candy, cookie cutter, diva. I'm above that, beyond that.
You see, this is the first time you'll have ever set eyes on me, unless you caught my music video appearances, Hollywood blockbuster movie roles, or you sat at home, like a dumpy ditz, eating bonbons, hating life cause your a fat, out of shape slob, watching daytime soap operas, like the one I was starring in, "Savannah Shores". Not to be confused with that jersey shore crap on MTV.
I, am in charge of a company by the name of Viral Pro, which is a branch of Viral Entertainment. A bigger, better, company then this dump ever could be. Unfortunately for you, it's also the company which will run this one, out of business. See, I have all the money in the world, and I can buy any one of the no talent hacks that comprise this companies roster of *cough* superstars. So, you can be champion of a division of one. Which makes you pretty much obsolete, doesn't it? I can buy anyone, keep that in mind. Well, anyone but Chris Lionheart apparently, who has rocks for brains and wants to back this company until it's dead and gone. Which, could be any day now if this company continues the downward spiral it's on. I mean, come on, reaching out to other companies to increase ratings? Your basing a whole month on other peoples stars. Talk about a publicity stunt gone wrong. All your doing is pushing your viewers to watch superior programming.
I don't blame people for not wanting to work for Lionheart here though. The guys got quite the reputation around the world for being a flounder, not a founder. He pushed the new blood on the world, and when that new blood became stale blood, he went back and employed the old guard again. Guys like Sylas Styles, Avenger, Genesis, Shia Storm. The list goes on and on, and the real dagger in the heart here is your champion. Brent Starr? What a moron. The guy had the potential to really burst out, and take the brass ring in any company, and he chose the easiest one of all. Here, where he can beat the likes of Kyle Nobbs, Joker, Colby Donnely and the other joke guys you have around here. Wow, tough competition huh Brent. Serves ya right for turning down my contract offer. Could have had your run of the world with your whole crew.
The muscle she's got with her clears his throat, signalling her to get back on track.
She fires him a nasty look, but gets the hint.
Ugh, yes I know. Listen Ashley. Since you think your big shit here. You can come back here, and confront me, women to women, or to be more accurate, women to trash, seeing as your so fondly referred to as "Trashley" around the wrestling world. I'll warn you though, Cesare here, isn't like the Innovation Wrestling "boys" here. He's paid to deal with physical threats to me. He's not above knocking you on your ass. Hell, even if you brought yourself a friend, he'd take care of them too. See, I'm not a fighter, I'm a buyer, a superstar, and I'm not about to ruin myself, to prove a point to you. I'll let you in on a secret though, Ashley. I'm trained to defend myself, and this wrestling thing, is a quick and easy thing to learn if your smart, like I am. So, if your coming, come. I'll wait here for you. Just don't keep me waiting. Time is money, and my time, is worth more then your full contract.
She then looks at her watch, and taps it signalling that she's waiting.
