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Post by Laura Phoenix - HBIC on Jan 20, 2022 22:20:06 GMT -5
PWS: APEX PresentsRiotTuesday, February 1st, 2022Toyota Center, Houston, TexasWe are on the road to Demons Run!Tag Team MatchHeather Haze & Mike Hawk vs. Sierra Williams & Audrey RussowRoleplays due by Sunday, January 30th, 2022 by 11:59pm Eastern5000 word maximum300 word minimum
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Post by Mike Hawk on Jan 30, 2022 16:49:28 GMT -5
*The camera cuts to a library. It’s quiet, because… of course it is, it’s a library. What are you, daft? Anyhow, inside this library, a teacher is escorting her students inside. They can’t be any older than grade 4 or 5, and even then that’s a stretch. As the kids file in, single file, the teacher guides them to a set of chairs. They all sit in a circle with her in the middle.*
Teacher: Alright kids, now who can tell me what teamwork is?
*One boy raises his hand.*
Teacher: Yes, Billy?
Billy: It’s when you… um… you, can, um, when… when you can, when you… when you team up with, um, when, when someone else, um…
Teacher: That’s right! Teamwork is when you work together with someone to accomplish something! Now can someone tell me what “accomplish” means?
*She hears a voice from off-screen.*
Mike Hawk: Accomplish. Verb. To be Mike Hawk.
Teacher: Um… I’m sorry, sir, this is…
*She’s cut off by Hawk pushing her wantonly off her chair and usurping her position faster than Dan the… Position… Usurper…? That one got away from me. Mike is dressed in blue jeans, white running shoes, and a black t-shirt that says “I pinned Jonathan Sanders” on it.*
Mike: When you team with someone, you show teamwork! When you pin the Collateral Damage champion at the biggest PWS December Pay-Per-View to ever be named Crusade…
*He pauses and smirks.*
Mike: THAT, children, is when you don’t need teamwork anymore. Because you’ve proven yourself enough to be able to beat someone when they’ve already been through a weapon-filled cage match and you haven’t. You know what they call that, boys and girls?
Girl: Cheating?
*Hawk pauses, glaring at the girl.*
Mike: You’re lucky you’re a child.
*He resumes his cheery demeanor.*
Mike: No, no, they call that “seizing the opportunity”! Now, who here can say ‘seizing the opportunity’?
*All the kids try to say the phrase “seizing the opportunity”. Meanwhile the teacher is coming to.*
Mike: So… here’s a fun little hypothetical for you… what if you were teamed with Heather Haze, a literal porn star, and you were taking on Audrey Russow, a woman who’s nothing without her husband, and Sierra Williams, a cunt?
*The teacher smacks his arm and he looks at her.*
Mike: …Can I help you?
Teacher: What do you think you’re doing!?
*Hawk stands up, looking at the teacher.*
Mike: I’m teaching these kids something that school never could: valuable life lessons! For example, if you have six apples… you should eat at least two, that’s too many apples to have and not eat.
Teacher: What?
*Hawk pulls $20 out of his jeans pocket and hands it to her.*
Mike: Here, why don’t you go and buy yourself something from the liquor store? I’ve got this.
*The teacher runs off, and Hawk sits back down.*
Mike: Now then… who can tell me something about Sierra Williams?
*A boy raises his hand.*
Mike: Yes, you there, with the… weird face.
Boy: Did you not study, Mr. Hawk?
Mike: Of course not, little boy. Studying is bad for your brain! Never study for anything! You should coast through life, not do any work, and make up excuses when the teacher asks you about it! That’s how I got where I am today.
*The students talk amongst themselves at this startling revelation, as Hawk continues.*
Mike: Hell, it’s true for my partner, too, and look where she’s ended up! She used to be in the most famous industry of all: porn! And if you don’t know what porn is… I mean, come on, are you even trying? Parental locks are MEANT to be broken.
*He smirks, chuckling to himself a little as he continues.*
Mike: I want to say a thing or two to miss Haze before continuing onto my opponents.
*He looks directly into the camera.*
Mike: Heather, listen… I know, you’ve dealt with a lot of dicks in the past. A lot of people have shoved things down your throat, and you’ve just had to sit there and take it. Then you got into wrestling, and you put the dicks behind you. But then you encountered more dicks. And pussies too! But through it all, I must say… you took it. You took those dicks like a champ. You got in the ring, and you licked those pussies! And through it all, I’ve seen a bit of myself in you. You have Mike Hawk inside you, Heather. DEEP inside. In this industry, you’ve had Mike Hawk in you since you came! And then later, when I came, I think something clicked, and you got a little bit more of Mike Hawk in you.
*He nods, fully aware of what he’s doing, the cheeky bastard.*
Mike: Now then! Onto Sierra!
*He pauses for a moment, trying to think of what to say.*
Mike: See, miss Williams, we have a couple things in common. We’re both Canadian, we’re both undefeated for our respective championships, we’ve both had matches against Jonathan Sonathan… sorry, Janders Sanders… god dammit! Anyhow, against… him… AND, we’re also both double award winners at the 2021 End-of-Year awards.
*He pauses, holding up his trophies which he brought with him because of course he did.*
Mike: However! We do have a few things OUT of common. See, you and I each fought Flippant Phil the Freaky Philosopher, but the difference is, I actually WON. I beat the man who beat you! It’s like rock-paper-scissors, except I’m a gun.
*A boy raises his hand.*
Mike: Yes?
Boy: My dad says that you shouldn’t use guns, because they kill people.
Mike: What’s your name, little boy?
Boy: Simon.
Mike: Listen, Simon…
*He gets close to him.*
Mike: Your dad sounds like a punk-ass bitch. Do you want to grow up to be a punk-ass bitch?
Simon: No!
Mike: Good. Then don’t listen to your dad. When you turn 21, buy a gun.
*He pats him on the shoulder, turning back to the camera.*
Mike: Another thing we don’t have in common, Sierra Wierra… Silliams Wiliams… you know what I mean… is that I don’t use my family as bait, to feed the hungry sharks that watch this program. I keep them entertained using my own pure skill, talent, and comedic timing, because that’s all I need. Your reliance on your personal life, Sierra, is a crutch. And not even one of the new crutches, I’m talking about the ones made of wood, like the kind Tiny Tim used.
*The kids all stare at him.*
Mike: That’s right, I said used. Past tense. This is the timeline where he dies. Christmas is ruined! And it’s all thanks to you, Sierra. Are you happy with yourself? You ruined Christmas!
*The kids all look sad, as he looks around at them.*
Mike: Yeah, exactly! Exactly! Boo this woman! Cheer me, buy my shirts!
*He turns back to the hard cam, nodding.*
Mike: Now then… Audrey Russow.
*He audibly sighs.*
Mike: You again? Seriously? I just fought you!
*He shrugs.*
Mike: Oh well. I guess your husband no longer being hospitalized meant you had nothing better to do than try to get your win back, so here you are.
*He pauses for a moment, tenting his fingers.*
Mike: Y’know, Audrey, some people say that you use your name value to get ahead in the industry, and that you have no real talent for yourself… and they’re right!
*He nods as he says that last part.*
Mike: But they don’t know the REAL Audrey Russow… the kind who’s easily distracted and rolled up by the man commonly described as “This motherfucker”. The kind whose last successful singles match was back when Richard Rider was important. The kind who, if it wasn’t for ol’ Danny Boy and Jeans Man, wouldn’t even be here.
*He smirks.*
Mike: …And the kind who’s inferior to Mike Hawk.
*He shrugs.*
Mike: But that could describe everyone! So take that with a grain of salt. So, that’s your lesson for today, kids. Tag teams are bullshit, your teacher’s a drunk, and you’ll never be as good as me. Toodles!
*He stands up, flipping his chair over, which in turn a library employee trips over comedically, screaming like a girl as he tumbles onto his face. Hawk walks out of frame and the camera fades to black.*
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Haze
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Post by Haze on Jan 30, 2022 18:24:09 GMT -5
(The scene opens to a white Uber car pulling right up to the front door of the Hotel. A smartly dressed concierge steps forward and opens the door as a pair of shiny stilettos attached to a pair of long, slim legs emerge out of the car before hitting the pavement.) (From the heels of the stilettos clicking on the pavement, the camera then pans slowly up to Heather wheeling her rolling suitcase as she sashays her hips inside of the Hotel lobby in her white belly crop top and low cut-off jeans. She then approaches the front desk where an older, balding gentleman is working. His name tag reads “Barry” as he looks up from his computer and shoots her a smile.) Barry: “Hello ma'am, Welcome to the Four Seasons. And how may I be of help to you this evening?”Heather Haze: “Hi there (looking at the name-tag) Barry, I believe I have a room made out in my name. I am with the APEX PWS crew…”Barry: “Oh yes. And what is your name miss?”Heather Haze: “That would be, Heather Haze with an H.”Barry: “Great! Give me a minute while I run you up in our database, Miss Haze.”(Barry then begun clicking away on the mouse as he scanned the names of all the guests through the desktop screen. This went on for about 5 minutes before he finally looks at Heather, shaking his head.) Barry: “Hmmm It appears you are not listed anywhere in our database ma'am. Are you sure you booked your reservation with us...and not at a different hotel?”(Heather cocks her head sideways, glaring at him angrily behind her sunglass.) Heather Haze: “Of course I am sure. Check again.”Barry: “Umm, ok. Give me a second here. There probably might be a glitch."(Barry goes back to his clicking as Heather drums her finger impatiently on the counter top. She then looks around and notices the pool area, seeing several talents she recognizes from APEX PWS all relaxing by the pool.) Barry: "I'm terribly sorry ma'am. I don't see any reservations you have made with us."Heather Haze: "No, No, I am clearly supposed to be here. It says so in my itinerary."(Heather quickly pulls her phone out of her bag as she scrolls through it, trying to find the itinerary.) Heather Haze: "Uggh where the hell is that stupid itinerary? Don't tell me I might've deleted it. Frigg"Barry: "Hmmm...Maybe it might've been an error all along."Heather Haze: "Well can you then at least get me a friggin room for just a night? I'm sure one of the dumbasses at the office purposely screwed up."Barry: "I'm afraid there are no available rooms at this time unfortunately. All our rooms have been booked by our guests at least several months in advance."Heather Haze: "So where the hell am I supposed to crash tonight??"Barry: “I can check a room for you at our sister hotel. (points across the street) The 24 Hour Inn!”(Heather followed Barry's pointy finger as her eyes narrowed with disapproval at the small, cheap rundown hotel that looked like it never housed a single soul except for roaches.) Heather Haze: “Are you fucking shitting me right now? And to think that you guys brag on and on about Texas being big in everything??"Barry: "Oh, but It is...but not our 24 Hour Inn hotel."Heather Haze: "Does it at least have a friggin gym??"Barry: "No not exactly. BUT you can still have access to all our amenities at this location any time at your convenience. And that includes our tennis court, in-door and outdoor swimming pool, sauna, Jacuzzi, in-house gym, and our open bar which has Willie Nelson as our celebrity guest this evening exclusively from 9-11 PM playing all his greatest hits." Heather Haze: "I'd rather just drown myself in a bath tub with a cord wrapped around my neck.”(Heather once again looks at the decrepit hotel and groans in despair.) Heather Haze: "Well are there any other hotels that you know of where I can crash??" Barry: "I reckon all the hotels in the city are booked for the Livestock and Rodeo Show this weekend. It's gonna be a big turnout considering the city officials had to cancel it for two years straight because of co-vid. It got a lot of people pretty upset." Heather Haze: "Fuckkk...". Is there any way you can like make an exception? Probably one of the deadbeats has like an expired credit card or something." Barry: "I feel for ya missy, but that's the only place I have for you to rest your keister. And besides, the room ain't all that shaby. It's got free WiFi."(Barry wiggled his eyebrows at Heather, feeling that was a sales pitch of the century.) Heather Haze: "Fine. Whatever. Just Give me a damn room."Barry: "So 24 Hour Inn is it?" Heather Haze: "Like I have a fucking choice."(Heather then leaves the Hotel in a huff with the rolling suitcase behind as Barry snickers at her behind her back. She then crosses the street over to the dingy, motel that looked somewhat eerily similar to a scene from 1960’s thriller, 'Psycho', with a creepy silhouette looming and watching at her behind a window sill.) (The 24 Hour Inn parking lot was virtually empty, with no cars or people around in sight, only surrounded by large chain-linked fences to keep intruders off the property.) (With the cold wind blowing around her, she could only quicken her pace and brisk walk towards the abandoned inn; Literally dragging the squeaky suitcase against the cold, wet concrete. She then finally makes it to her given room that read #06, before entering it with traditional keys as the deadbeat hotel didn't even have card keys.) (She cursed something under her breath before giving a hard nudge with her shoulder to pry open the motel room only to find a room full of must, mold and sheets filled with questionable stains that can only have cum from one thing. Heather then closed the squeaky door behind her and set her luggage down in the corner. She then flopped on the bed, grabbing the TV remote in her hand to turn on the television. After flipping through several channels, Heather finds what she was looking for.) Heather Haze: “Well at least this shit hole has cable!” (She catches a commercial advertising for PWS's Riot. It is here that Heather gets a glimpse of the upcoming card, but her excitement quickly turns sour as her jaw drops upon finding herself thrown in a bizarre tag match against the unlikely pairing of Sierra and Audrey with her tag partner being Mike Hawk of all people.) Heather Haze: "Gawd dammit!! Seriously?! For fuck sakes They stick me with a guy who's name sounds close to a fucking penis?! Ugh..why not just pair me up with a Mike Lit or a Mike Litorous while they're at it?? Why can't those brain dead morons at the office get it through their thick skulls that I only team up with Lexy-- L-E-X-Y M-A-K-A-R-I-O-S!! Is that too much to fucking really ask for?!"
(Heather lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose in displeasure.)
Heather Haze: "Fuck it. Whatever. I'll just go ahead with it. Not that my opinions matters to them anyways. They all treat me like I'm some kind of a joke anyway just like this match which is just one BIG PILE OF STEAMING DOGSHIT. But come Demon's Run..that's where it will all MATTER. And I'll make it MATTER when I single handily beat and defeat Audrey and Sierra and Cock boy-- and whomever they wanna cram me with inside that shitty Chamber, as I beat the living snot out of every loser in that match, and walk out with MY APEX PWS World championship belt."
(Heather balls up her shaking fists, getting all worked up.)
Heather Haze: "And WHEN I do become the champ...then I'll be the face of APEX PWS while Sierra fades to nothingness, possibly to some guacamole farm she grew up in with the rest of her non-English speaking inbred family; I'll be the hottest topic in all of pro wrestling mainstream. I'll be gracing every magazine covers there is while touring all over the country in my own private jet and having my own personal chauffer driving me around to every cess pool dump as I sell out shows and get to chill out at plush resorts, while Audrey can live the rest of her days as a full time stay at home mommy, milking her saggy tits out to her little brat and her dumb husband."
Heather Haze: "But MOST of all, I'll be livin' the high life of an A-Lister starring in my own set of movies, while making several guest spots on late night shows, and filming my own commercials. I'll endorse only the top of the line brands and sell my own shit of my own image and likeness--buy PinkCherry. I'll be the subject on everyone's lips to the point that they'll all grow to fucking resent and despise me until they ALL drown and choke in their own hate... because I'm Heather F'N HAAZZE!!!"
(Just then A LOUD banging noise comes rocking from the walls, followed by a YELL.)
Male voice #1: "HEY! KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE!
Male Voice #2: "YEAH!! SOME OF US ARE TRYIN TO CATCH SOME SLEEP!!
Heather Haze: "UP YOUR BUTT HOLES, DOUCHE BAG!!!"
(Heather yells out loud, getting even as she pounds and smacks the bare wall back with her fist) "...Asshole." (She muttered before tossing the remote at the foot of the bed, as she folds her arms across her chest and pouts.)
Heather Haze: (sigh)..."Fucck I'm bored out of my mind now. (checking her phone) Aannnd Lexy hasn't texted me back. What's a girl to do? Think Heather, think."
(Heather mumbles to herself before reaching for her hand bag as she digs through it and pulls a vibrator out. She then looks at the device with a mischievous smile.
Heater Haze: "Welp...Might as well just entertain my pussy."
(Heather then pulls down her cut-off jeans with her vibrator on full blast as the scene cuts to black almost immediately, which is accompanied by loud, audible moaning sounds.)
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Post by Sierra Williams on Jan 30, 2022 19:11:31 GMT -5
So write a brand new page then write again I know your act is staged yet you pretend all while you're turning tables with missing legs I think you've overstayed your welcome in so go the fuck away, don't come again I'll see your face in the fire, and burn it outFuckSierra rolled over and pushed herself out of bed. Her head throbbed and ached. Her hands still felt numb in some places. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t tell anyone. After all, who would she tell? She had been released from hospital the night before. It was all a blur there too. Her memory. Like being viewed through a camera lens that had vaseline spread across it. She moved through her bedroom, pulling out a t shirt and throwing it on with a pair of shorts, the door creaking open as the house fell silent. No Lachlan, he had disappeared. No kids, they were with her mother. She was alone. Left there to recover after the vicious attack at the hands of Angel at the PWE show. There was an uproar of course. PWS Apex officials weren’t exactly happy one of their contracted talents, let alone their world champion, had been laid out backstage. But Sierra wondered, was it concern for her wellbeing or was it concern that it made the company look bad? Having their champion left unconscious by another companies star? She couldn’t help but chuckle at the prospect. But her mind quickly shifted to Lachlan. He had been so angry with Angels actions that night, or so Sierra had been told. Everyone had been worried about Lachlan, talking about how they had not seen that look in his eye for years. Since before Sierra and he had got together. A look that was dark, twisted and clouded. One that had taken all the love and heart Lachlan had and turned it into something far more dangerous. And Sierra had no idea how to deal with that or what to do. He hadn’t been replying to her messages, not picking up her calls. Aside from one message back saying he was safe. That still worried her. She took a deep breath and moved through to the kitchen, flipping on the coffee pot, sighing heavily as her palms laid flat on the kitchen counter. She was angry, worried, frustrated. She had retained the PWS Apex world title, but her father passing away, Lachlans issues at PWE, her sister being a brat…it was all so much weighing her down. Sierra shook her head, she needed to refocus on the things in her life that were positive. PWS The world title. Multiple awards. Her SCW return. Wolfslair Orlando’s success. Professionally Sierra was on top of the world, higher than she had ever been, in a place where she had always dreamed and had spent the last decade scratching and clawing for. The point in her life where she knew her father was proud of her. And he got to see it. He got to feel it before he left this earth. That is what Sierra was going to focus on. Her career, her success. Her phone buzzed, she sighed and flipped it over, she raised an eyebrow. A New York number. She tilted her head and accepted. Sierra Williams: Hello? ?: OH MY GOD HI!....How are you? Like sorry for calling so early but I figured you like, work out alot and stuff and I knew you’d be awake but I just had to call and see how you were after what happened at the PWE show and since we’re both booked for Riot I wanted to see if I could come say “Hi” and maybe train at Wolfslair Orlando since I’m down here at Disney!...Disney is so cool you are so lucky living so close to it and stuff, but yeah I’d totes bring Aiden too..so is that cool? Sierras headache was now worse, it wasn’t from a dull feeling to a stabbing, pulsing wave that hit an apex and then tempered down before suddenly rising again. Sierra Williams: Kallie? Kallie Reznik: Yeah HI HELLO!..sorry…so yeah is that cool? Sierra Williams: You know you don’t have to ask right? Members can just turn up at either gym….and how did you get my number? There was a pause, she mumbled and talked to Aiden who just laughed and whispered back. Kallie Reznik: Well Bella said… Sierra Williams: Say no more….just…turn up when you want…..see you then…. Kallie Reznik: Ok Sierra..BYYYEEEE- Sierra hung up as fast as she could, that voice, that level of hyper happiness. She couldn’t deal with it. But today was another day, she was going back to work. No rest for the wicked The subtle art of tag team matches.Sierra Williams: “Everyone thought it was going to be allll over…” Sierras voice cuts through the darkness, her hands are wrapped tightly around the PWS Apex world title as she moved forward with a grin on her face. The title sits on her shoulder, where it belongs. Sierra Williams: “As of Riot I will have held this title for 341 days. By the end of that month I will have passed a year as the champion. A year of dominance and the truth is the awards I won have reflected that. I carried Heather Haze to the best match of her career, I carried this company to new heights and I carried Mack McKane to a small glimmer of his former glory and relevance. But since he has now taken his ball and gone home I am looking forward, to the future. And to the chamber match. A match where I have to defend this title against multiple opponents in an unforgiving steel structure.” “I have heard the whispers. I have heard as everyone had talked and wondered if I got passed Mack how I was going to go trapped inside that chamber with so many people and a target painted squarely on my back, and the sad part is, I don;t look at it that way. See,I ain’t trapped in there with y’all…nah…” “Y’all are trapped in there with me..” “And it seems like there has been something lost in translation with all my wins and what I have done in and for this company. So from now until the moment I step in that chamber, I am going to do what it is I do best…wreck people and look amazing while doing it…” She pauses with a grin and shakes her head. Sierra Williams: “Heather Haze and Mike Hawk, against myself and Aubrey Russow. Competitors for this title. And everyone knows the history I have with Heather, the strong dislike and hatred between us. But, I bet she is camping at the bit to get back in that ring with me, especially after the unfortunate business on Riot. There’s no secret she and I hate each other but this match, well I can say I have the better partner in Aubrey. When I found out I at least knew that if I kept up my half of the match she would keep up hers…” “I can only imagine the conversation that went on when Josiah Cena told Heather Haze about this match and who her partner was…. Heather would have said “So who am I teaming with?” and Josiah would have been honest…he would have said “You’ll be teaming with Mike Hawk” at which time Heather would have thought about it for two seconds as the STD rusted gears in her airhead would have creaked to life and turned, dropped to her knees and opened her mouth….” “That was a joke…” “Heather is a whore…” “She might be talented enough in the ring to get to where she needs to be, but not where she wants to be. She wants the PWS Apex world title, she wants to be at the top of the company. But, she just doesn’t have the talent. And hey I get it, when we’re young and desperate, before we find out calling and success we do things we aren’t proud of. But Heather started in porn…me?..I worked at fucking Taco Bell…cut from the same cloth right?...or could it be that I have always been meant for this and you just…aren’t?...” She shrugs and folds her arms over her chest, holding the title in her hand as it dangles down. Sierra Williams: “But, you have your partner. Mike Hawk. Hahaha, that joke never gets old right? Mike Hawk. Amazing. Not the name, not the fact you have been slowly siphoning relevance any way you can, not even that you Cashed in on Jonathan Sanders. It was the fact even a moronic walking talking third grade joke book like yourself was still smart enough not to cash in on me. Snd why Mike? I’m sure you have the reason you put out there into the universe. But I know the real reason…” “You’re scared of me.” “You know if you had cashed in on me and tried to take the title you’d have been humiliated. And that is the smartest thing you have ever done. The one thought that saved you from an ass kicking…for a few weeks. Cause now?...well now you’re going to be in the ring dealing with a very pissed off world champion..and god help you all…”
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Post by Audrey Russow on Jan 30, 2022 22:35:17 GMT -5
(I let out a sigh, as I sit in front of the camera. They had asked me if I wanted to do an interview, and I just…needed a minute, ya know? I needed some time to be alone with my thoughts. With everything going on, from everything with my brother, to all the things with SCW that I’ve gotten myself into, to everything with the chamber, I just…needed a few minutes to myself. Unfortunately, the moment I decided to take for myself was the moment I was meant to be talking to a camera, as I hear Dan behind the camera, clearing his throat to get my attention. I snap to it, and shake my head.)Audrey Russow: Sorry, just in my thoughts. (I let out anothe sigh, as I lean forward.)Audrey Russow: Let’s have a little chat, shall we? No interviews, no gimmicks, just you..and me. See, lots has happened lately. There was the whole, my daughter having surgery, which…she’s good. She’s recovering and doing great…my brother, not so great, but he’s hanging in there. So of course, I’m thinking about that. Then I had the bright idea to sign up for that Blast from the Past thing in SCW. Why? Hell if I know. Maybe it was the whole “stagnant” comment Bella had. Maybe it was me wanting to get out there. Maybe it was just on a wimb. Who knows, and now I’m teamed with ole’ Milo. So…there’s that. Then, there’s allllllll the stuff here. All the high school drama situation with Haze. Add to that all the stuff with the chamber, and now I’m teaming with one of my opponents in the chamber? I mean…okay…am I thrilled to be teaming with Sierra? No. Am I glad it’s her instead of Haze or Hawk? Abso-fucking-lutely. Given the choice of the three, I’d pick Sierra every damn time. I’m just saying, don’t think I’ve forgotten about what happened on Riot. I get it, you had to remind everyone you’re the champ…just know I owe you one. As for Haze, and Hawk…heh…ohhh you two are in for it. I fully expect Hawk to hide behind Heather, and Heather to try to hide behind him. I don’t really care. I’ll tear through either one of you to get to the other. But, a little advice to Mike..it’s best not to get in my way. Haze has it coming, and, unless you want to be collateral damage, best just to…stay outta the way. With all that being said, I’m sure it’s going to be a great match, and I’m looking forward to seeing who it’s going to be that joins us in the chamber, either Sykes or Mal. If I had to pick on one that I’d prefer…hmm…honestly? I think I’d pick Mal. I know Sykes would be just as much of a challenge, but I think Mal would bring more notoriety to the chamber, being a former world champ and all. Either way, I’ll be watching that match pretty closely. But for now, I’m gonna go and spend time with my husband and my daughter. Hug your loved ones, and hold them close. Tell them you love them, as we’re not promised tomorrow. If the last few years has taught me anything, life is what you make it, and it’s the little things that can be the biggest things. I’ll see everyone at Riot. (I give the camera a smile, before turning it off.)
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