Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 23, 2015 21:13:24 GMT -6
Valora Has Something to Say:
Bring It’ by Trapt plays over the PA and Valora comes out from the back holding a mic and wastes little time in making her way down to the ring and climbing in, pacing around the ring a few times before giving the ‘cut’ sign and nodding as her music stops.
Jill Matthews: And Valora is making an appearance. She’s got a big time match in the main event but it seems like she has something she wants to get off her chest.
Vince Walters: And what a fine, fine chest it is!
Valora takes a deep breath before looking out over the crowd and shaking her head as she smirks and begins.
Valora: “Well well.. don’t we have a brand new fuckin’ world here, huh? I had a nice fancy introduction planned, but that isn’t my style so I’m just going to go with what works.. this is just a series of things that are pissing me off.”
Jill Matthews: Valora upset about something? That never happens… she’s always so cool and level headed…
Vince Walters: Now I get to warn you! I’d be careful. She looks pissed about something…
Valora: “First off, let’s start with this New Guard fuckin’ bullshit. What the fuck is that supposed to be? Let’s break this down…
Sasha Foote, a former boxer that is pissed she isn’t getting respect or money yet and thinks that never being knocked down in boxing means something here. Let me tell you something, puta, You’re gonna get knocked on your ass here. This is wrestling. Not boxing. Al Envy put your ass on the mat and he’s a Hall of Famer for a reason. I respect him because I’ve been in the ring with him and I know what happens if you make a mistake against him. He respects me because I EARNED it! Because I came into this ring and I beat people fuckin’ bloody! You get respect in this business by winning, not by demanding it on fuckin’ twitter or some bullshit. You think you can come into this fucking house and disrespect the Veterans that built this place and made it great so that ungrateful little shits like you get a chance to live out your dreams, well all I can say is prepare for a short fuckin’ career. You were given a warning here tonight. Heed it.
Kaupena Yoon… listen here mother fucker, you drop my name way too fuckin’ often and why the fuck would I even think about teaming with you? You wear a mask you didn’t earn. You call yourself a Luchadore, another title you didn’t earn.. So you paid for your disrespect.."
Valora says as she holds up the mask formerly worn by Kaupena Yoon, smirking.
"This is what happens when you bark up the wrong fuckin' tree and try to claim a title you never earned. But it's not all bad news for you, after all I do get to send your bitch ass back to Hawaii.. so what if you're going back a cripple, least Padre Nate stopped us from killing you right? and while we’re on the topic.. Dragon? Really? Every one of you stupid little island fuckers call themselves a dragon. But you wrestled in some third rate piece of shit promotion that was so fuckin’ broke it couldn’t even afford to book strip clubs and shopping malls and went under after what 2 shows? 3? And you expect to be a big deal up here? Wanting camera crews and reality shows? Well Al and I gave your ass a big fuckin' dose of reality tonight, didn't we? Oh and by the way ‘Dragon’ Very impressive the way you got your ass kicked in the Battle for Chicago Match and then again by Envy, the person you said was old and past his prime. Guess he wasn’t too old to beat your bitch ass was he ‘brah’? Provided we didn't just end your fuckin' career tonight, come back and try to run with the best in the world once you learn how to, you know, actually fight or something.
And finally.. Padre fuckin’ Nate. Call it whatever you want, but here’s what I see. A man gets a fluke victory and becomes World Champ. He then takes one show off. The next show he fights and faces me but non-title match of course because we all know I’m going to win and God forbid we spoil a pay per view match that was specially put together to ensure Padre Nate gets to keep his title. When I held the belt, I told Jesse that every time I stepped into the ring, my belt would be on the line. You claim you want to restore the World Title to where it was…”
Valora pauses for a moment and sighs, shaking her head. “Fuck this shit. I’m done talking. I’ll see your ass in the ring. We’re see what kind of a champ you are… and we’ll see what happens after the show too…”
Valora drops the mic and leaves the ring making her way back to the backstage area.
Jill Matthews: Well that was… different, I’ve never known Valora to voluntarily stop talking before, she’s always welcomed the opportunity to let people know what she thinks..
Vince Walters: Well, there are times I don’t even think she knows what’s going on in her head.. maybe it’s that time of the month for her or something..
Jill Matthews: Pig….
Bring It’ by Trapt plays over the PA and Valora comes out from the back holding a mic and wastes little time in making her way down to the ring and climbing in, pacing around the ring a few times before giving the ‘cut’ sign and nodding as her music stops.
Jill Matthews: And Valora is making an appearance. She’s got a big time match in the main event but it seems like she has something she wants to get off her chest.
Vince Walters: And what a fine, fine chest it is!
Valora takes a deep breath before looking out over the crowd and shaking her head as she smirks and begins.
Valora: “Well well.. don’t we have a brand new fuckin’ world here, huh? I had a nice fancy introduction planned, but that isn’t my style so I’m just going to go with what works.. this is just a series of things that are pissing me off.”
Jill Matthews: Valora upset about something? That never happens… she’s always so cool and level headed…
Vince Walters: Now I get to warn you! I’d be careful. She looks pissed about something…
Valora: “First off, let’s start with this New Guard fuckin’ bullshit. What the fuck is that supposed to be? Let’s break this down…
Sasha Foote, a former boxer that is pissed she isn’t getting respect or money yet and thinks that never being knocked down in boxing means something here. Let me tell you something, puta, You’re gonna get knocked on your ass here. This is wrestling. Not boxing. Al Envy put your ass on the mat and he’s a Hall of Famer for a reason. I respect him because I’ve been in the ring with him and I know what happens if you make a mistake against him. He respects me because I EARNED it! Because I came into this ring and I beat people fuckin’ bloody! You get respect in this business by winning, not by demanding it on fuckin’ twitter or some bullshit. You think you can come into this fucking house and disrespect the Veterans that built this place and made it great so that ungrateful little shits like you get a chance to live out your dreams, well all I can say is prepare for a short fuckin’ career. You were given a warning here tonight. Heed it.
Kaupena Yoon… listen here mother fucker, you drop my name way too fuckin’ often and why the fuck would I even think about teaming with you? You wear a mask you didn’t earn. You call yourself a Luchadore, another title you didn’t earn.. So you paid for your disrespect.."
Valora says as she holds up the mask formerly worn by Kaupena Yoon, smirking.
"This is what happens when you bark up the wrong fuckin' tree and try to claim a title you never earned. But it's not all bad news for you, after all I do get to send your bitch ass back to Hawaii.. so what if you're going back a cripple, least Padre Nate stopped us from killing you right? and while we’re on the topic.. Dragon? Really? Every one of you stupid little island fuckers call themselves a dragon. But you wrestled in some third rate piece of shit promotion that was so fuckin’ broke it couldn’t even afford to book strip clubs and shopping malls and went under after what 2 shows? 3? And you expect to be a big deal up here? Wanting camera crews and reality shows? Well Al and I gave your ass a big fuckin' dose of reality tonight, didn't we? Oh and by the way ‘Dragon’ Very impressive the way you got your ass kicked in the Battle for Chicago Match and then again by Envy, the person you said was old and past his prime. Guess he wasn’t too old to beat your bitch ass was he ‘brah’? Provided we didn't just end your fuckin' career tonight, come back and try to run with the best in the world once you learn how to, you know, actually fight or something.
And finally.. Padre fuckin’ Nate. Call it whatever you want, but here’s what I see. A man gets a fluke victory and becomes World Champ. He then takes one show off. The next show he fights and faces me but non-title match of course because we all know I’m going to win and God forbid we spoil a pay per view match that was specially put together to ensure Padre Nate gets to keep his title. When I held the belt, I told Jesse that every time I stepped into the ring, my belt would be on the line. You claim you want to restore the World Title to where it was…”
Valora pauses for a moment and sighs, shaking her head. “Fuck this shit. I’m done talking. I’ll see your ass in the ring. We’re see what kind of a champ you are… and we’ll see what happens after the show too…”
Valora drops the mic and leaves the ring making her way back to the backstage area.
Jill Matthews: Well that was… different, I’ve never known Valora to voluntarily stop talking before, she’s always welcomed the opportunity to let people know what she thinks..
Vince Walters: Well, there are times I don’t even think she knows what’s going on in her head.. maybe it’s that time of the month for her or something..
Jill Matthews: Pig….