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4-3-0 | Won gold medals in Sydney Olympics, track star at her university | Laura |
Whoever she wants |
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Laura: What...(breathing deeply)..do you want? (sneers) Cameraman: Thoughts on the Hardcore Battle Royale? You requested this time...(Laura cuts him off) Laura: SHUT UP! I know I did---f*ck off! Cameraman: If I do, then how do you get on TV? Laura: (she picks up the knife and stretches herself out across the table, holding the knife out at full arms length) I'll cut you! I'll do it! Shut up or I cut you! (she has a threatening look on her face, so if I was the cameraman, I'd keep quiet, which is just what he does. Laura backs off back into her seat.) This whole federation is corrupt. All of it! There's not one reason why I can't be in a main event around here, or at least in a better situation. I work my ass off in that ring and what do I get? Laura, here's a shot for a piece of sh*t. Laura, come and have a crack at a brand-new landfill site. THAT'S BULLSH*T! I'm just as good as anyone else here--- Laura: Tiffany Storm gets here first, does her thing, which is EXACTLY what I do, but because SHE got here FIRST, SHE gets the credit and top spot, I get relegated to teasing. I get the so-called "sloppy seconds." She gets noticed for wearing her pants below her waist and is a 100% slut, I go around with class and dignity and am ignored. That's why I HATE this country. America is about porn. I should go to England or somewhere else in Europe where people are accepted and put on levels where they belong because they are good for representing whatever company they're in. You can't honestly say that Tiffany Storm can carry this company for more than 30 feet. Why else would she join a group? To help out her image, to go with other people who DO make a difference here, then when our shows get higher ratings, SHE is going to take all the credit! What do I do about this? I win that upcoming Hardcore Battle Royale. All these people thinking they've got a walk right through the match for a title shot at Tiffany or, hoping to God, BBK. They don't know me, Laura, because I get relegated to back-up duty. I get placed on second-string. This is my time to shine. Sean Cole goes around here with a smirk on his face, thinking he's doing an awesome job. I want to show Cole through this match, if not personally, that I am the gold standard in NEW. You've got all these other fat asses around here threatening Sean Cole, and wanting to hurt him and wanting to make him suffer withOUT killing him. That's the wuss way. I am going to literally (thrusts her Exact-O knife forward ) KILL that man. I will get the job done myself. None of this harassment that makes him WANT to go through death...I'M KILLING THAT MAN!! How dare he treat me like a second-rate player!!?? There's only one way to get what you want and that is too kill people. No, no question. After Sean Cole is dead---I'M KILLING KEVIN STEELE! (her eyes bulget out with rage as she stands up and starts breathing heavy again. She puts her hands on the table, still holding on to her knife, and leans in to the camera) He's got his ear to Tiffany Storm, being told to keep me back in his duty as pitiful General Manager. That job is a joke in the first place, but the person who has the title is an artificial specimen of puke. He's not even CLOSE to being good enough to be the real thing. If I get a chance in that battle royale, I'll kill him then. Think I'm lying and just making a cheap threat? Try me out. (she leans forward and thrusts the knife at the camera lens, causing a massive scratch to appear on it) I'm not about empty threats. That's something the Ultimate Champion after Sunday needs to know. I'm not going to go and say things that won't come to fruition later on---when I say something will happen---IT WILL! No one dares mistreat me and gets away with it. I am carrying a baseball bat with me to the ring for this title shot opportunity and I will have C4 explosives on it. I am going to maim and injure people. WHY? BECAUSE I CAN!! I am willing to risk prison and jail to blow sh*t up in that ring. No one realizes how bad I want this. No one knows to what extent I'm going to go. No one but myself. I have no game plan and yeah, I'm the last person you'd learn wrestling from. I have no game plan for this match. Does it matter to me? F*CK NO! I'm going to get in that ring and swing away with that bat. The more heads I hit and the more concussions I cause, the better off for life outside NEW. I came here to make an impact and I can't make a dammed dent! This Royal Rumble? Twenty-nine imbeciles outside of me that are going to fail in that match....that'll PROVE I've been abused around here. When I'm left in that ring, my baseball bat in my hand, smoke in the ring from my explosives and blood soaking the mat, all that's going to be able to be said is, "Laura is the best." That's why I'll be in the main event at the next Pay-Per-View, because that's when I'm taking my title shot...I don't care what I'm told otherwise. Everyone will be staring open-mouthed at me like they just saw a hydrogen bomb blow up right in their face. I'm supposed to not be a threat? We'll see what my knife and my "bomb-bat" have to say about that. We don't need all these goofs running around like a bunch of pigeons/doves/whatever the Hell birds they are that are too stupid to be able to find their way back to the nest. After everyone has been rolled away, I will be standing in the ring, cocky as heck and deservedly so. If anyone wants to be my friend then, or try to kiss up to me or ask me join their stable, I will NOT hesitate to tell them to stick up their pee-hole. Like every other federation, this federation bases itself on the elite, the people that Sean Cole wants to see as stars. When Sean decides to he wants a new star, these older stars want to all of a sudden befriend the new star. Laura: I don't WANT friends in the first place. I do things on my own. I don't need a yes-man or a cart-pusher or the like by my side. After I take this battle royale and move myself into a top position here, I'm changing the rules. No more of this "elite" sh*t. The PowerCompany sees it's bill come due and blacks out. That's the biggest joke of them all, and I'm glad to see ample participation in the Hardcore Royal Rumble. No talking to anyone outside of the Company unless they hold a championship belt. Ever notice Tiffany Storm talking to Wolf before she was champion? F*ck no! Wolf is akin to Adolf Hitler, only talking with "his people," only wanting to do with his "elite." He only turns his head when he sees a threat come his way, and that's why I'm not only looking forward to blowing his brains out with a sawed-off shotgun within the next couple of weeks.....I'M CALLING HIM OUT, NOW!! Of course, he doesn't pay attention to me, since I'm not in the upper echelon here yet, so this WILL be ignored until after FreshBlood. That's a shame Wolf has such a small slit of viewing towards others here---he could have had me, the brightest star EVER, and yet he ignores.....his loss, my gain. I don't WANT to be in the PowerCompany, because they actually believe in the fans' cause, but it'd be nice if Wolf could branch out a bit. That's why this battle royale is so important to me. I can show up everyone else here and give them a big "F*ck you" at the same time. No one dare doubts me ever again. I don't care if everyone in this thing gets so pissed off that I have to face all 29 others at the same time. I will SH*T on every single one of them! Their biggest mistake was entering this rumble. Their second biggest was ignoring me. Their biggest was continuing to ignore me. They'll learn, even if they die trying! |
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