Post by Jesse Styles on Mar 11, 2013 0:43:58 GMT -6
As the crowd chatters amongst themselves, waiting for the next moment of Ignite... the lights suddenly flash brightly once, as the beginning of "Eat The Children" by Otep trickles out from the speakers. As the music continues, out steps a familiar face, who gets a rather negative reaction. Cera, in her usual ripped, bloodied jeans and leather jacket, strolls forward purposefully. Jen is not with her, we notice, as the Baddest Bitch swiftly makes it to the ring and flips herself in. She then gestures for a mic, as the commentators look on.
Vince Walters: Would it be inappropriate for me to whip it out right now to-
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, why would you even say that Vince...? Cera's out here probably to threaten someone or something stupid like that.
Vince Walters: Don't insult the Baddest fucking Bitch! You have a death wish?!
Jill Matthews: I'm not afraid of that woman...
Vince Walters: Right, and I'm a practicing Christian involved in celibacy...
Interrupting their bickering, Cera clears her throat calmly, letting a smirk ease onto her face as she speaks calmly...
Cera: I'm out here... to say one thing. To make one thing clear. Above all, this is the end of it. This is the last time I say it. So who I direct this to... listen... fucking... closely... or I will rip out your tongue and shove it so far up your ass that it will be back in your mouth. Kay? Kay.
She strolls forward then, pale eyes sparkling wickedly as she stares seriously into the camera. And one statement escapes her full lips, in a husky yet menacing tone...
Cera: Hunter... Valentyne. We. Will. Never. Ever. EVER... fuck. I would rather slam my own knife into my fucking vagina, TWIST it, then pour lemon juice into it over having sex with you. In fact, THAT would probably be more of a turn-on than even THINKING about your non-existent dick! So, in conclusion, fuck off! Or else~! That is all. Ciao~!
Cera tosses the mic back to a ring aid, waves her fingers mockingly at the commentators, then blows a kiss to the booing fans. She then calmly leaves the ring, and heads back up the ramp... leaving the commentators speechless as the scene fades momentarily...
Vince Walters: Would it be inappropriate for me to whip it out right now to-
Jill Matthews: Oh my god, why would you even say that Vince...? Cera's out here probably to threaten someone or something stupid like that.
Vince Walters: Don't insult the Baddest fucking Bitch! You have a death wish?!
Jill Matthews: I'm not afraid of that woman...
Vince Walters: Right, and I'm a practicing Christian involved in celibacy...
Interrupting their bickering, Cera clears her throat calmly, letting a smirk ease onto her face as she speaks calmly...
Cera: I'm out here... to say one thing. To make one thing clear. Above all, this is the end of it. This is the last time I say it. So who I direct this to... listen... fucking... closely... or I will rip out your tongue and shove it so far up your ass that it will be back in your mouth. Kay? Kay.
She strolls forward then, pale eyes sparkling wickedly as she stares seriously into the camera. And one statement escapes her full lips, in a husky yet menacing tone...
Cera: Hunter... Valentyne. We. Will. Never. Ever. EVER... fuck. I would rather slam my own knife into my fucking vagina, TWIST it, then pour lemon juice into it over having sex with you. In fact, THAT would probably be more of a turn-on than even THINKING about your non-existent dick! So, in conclusion, fuck off! Or else~! That is all. Ciao~!
Cera tosses the mic back to a ring aid, waves her fingers mockingly at the commentators, then blows a kiss to the booing fans. She then calmly leaves the ring, and heads back up the ramp... leaving the commentators speechless as the scene fades momentarily...