Post by azurinevebbins on Feb 25, 2023 5:00:02 GMT
Her promotional material opens with Azurine Vebbins awash with gloom and glisten. Did “Da Adorkable Angel” step onto the wrong Kayfabe Airlines flight? Was “Da Hardheaded Housewife” too turvy from twirlin’ at The Velvet Rabbit so often? Were tackles taken during Ladies Football League exhibitions taxing a tarnish toll on Azzy MILEHIGH’s midcard marquee? Why was she splayed on a park bench and surrounded by broken bottles of bland brand beer? Did “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” stumble onto a surreal sound stage? Cor blimey! These must be quandaries our meek maiden’s chanters must be asking.
Azurine Vebbins: Lovely London loungin’, innit? Preparin’ to celebrate National Public Sleepin’ Day proper next Tuesday. Of course when yours truly ambles into AO Arena, you holiday-headed hooligans can call me Lolli Poppins. Why? I plan on havin’ a ball gaggin’...or would it be giggin’? Stateside, lollygaggin’ is usually slang for danglin’ one’s feet. ‘Twould explain da park bench. Regardless, it’ll be a bloody beautiful ballet wid Ms. Veronica “Ronnie” Strader at CULT Wrestlin’ Bangers and Mash.
“Da Vivacious Variable” explores her eccentric environment by jete-ing around like a jilted Jannetty. She sounds spun up like some tequila-soaked senorita. Y’know, the kind who might tope suicida through yonder nail salon window? She delves deeper into discussion of their coming cataclysmic clash.
Azurine Vebbins: Considerin’ my grandiose gamut of grapplin’ groups, I’m still surprised dis will be our first flamenco. It’s awfully apropos we’re competin’ in Shattered Glass Massacre. Dis diabolical demonstration's a learnin' experience for Ronnie. Can she remember da last time she had to pick up da pieces when her future felt forever fractured? What happens upon da realization every synapse in Strader's subconscious gets snapmared should she be found not up to SNUFF Championship contention? Bode of us are guilty of sleepin' on one anoder's abilities. Da difference is dat I'm capable of findin' alternatives to get myself over.
Azurine Vebbins: Lovely London loungin’, innit? Preparin’ to celebrate National Public Sleepin’ Day proper next Tuesday. Of course when yours truly ambles into AO Arena, you holiday-headed hooligans can call me Lolli Poppins. Why? I plan on havin’ a ball gaggin’...or would it be giggin’? Stateside, lollygaggin’ is usually slang for danglin’ one’s feet. ‘Twould explain da park bench. Regardless, it’ll be a bloody beautiful ballet wid Ms. Veronica “Ronnie” Strader at CULT Wrestlin’ Bangers and Mash.
“Da Vivacious Variable” explores her eccentric environment by jete-ing around like a jilted Jannetty. She sounds spun up like some tequila-soaked senorita. Y’know, the kind who might tope suicida through yonder nail salon window? She delves deeper into discussion of their coming cataclysmic clash.
Azurine Vebbins: Considerin’ my grandiose gamut of grapplin’ groups, I’m still surprised dis will be our first flamenco. It’s awfully apropos we’re competin’ in Shattered Glass Massacre. Dis diabolical demonstration's a learnin' experience for Ronnie. Can she remember da last time she had to pick up da pieces when her future felt forever fractured? What happens upon da realization every synapse in Strader's subconscious gets snapmared should she be found not up to SNUFF Championship contention? Bode of us are guilty of sleepin' on one anoder's abilities. Da difference is dat I'm capable of findin' alternatives to get myself over.
