Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 28, 2024 23:56:08 GMT
[Her promotional material opens with sincere struggle. Defeatist demeanor can deplete determination. Third Strike Syndrome could also solve why she stubbornly tugs a steel chain secured to a basketball court entrance door. Maybe Azurine mistranslated “positive reinforcement.” Security swarms our silent siren. Perpetual perspiration from this passion project rusts the racy redhead’s restraint. One guard retrieves bolt cutters. Another judgment calls leash length. Their commanding officer executes extraction. Vebbins’ visage veers from peachy to Ginsu keen. Those streaming raw footage suggest it’s a pronounced pout. “Da Adorkable Angel” almost walks herself away. However, a lone cameraperson from Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials captures cluster chatter. For anyone uninitiated, revocation to reduce rhetoric results in a compound conniption.]
Azurine Vebbins: Door barely buckled. Have you lot ever experimented expeditiously wid torrid trainin’ techniques? Total tantra tranquility? Hy-pod-e-sized how a highly-honed, hormonal, hulkin’ hossette whose down to huck wants you for anoder hip-huggin’ hoedown? Moreover, is she intimately intent on your encore recital turnin’ into an extreme, explicit exhibition? Background, cashier, personal, and traveler checks out! Paid my gym membership, y’know? I mention dat because of routine rent-a-cop reads. Don’t want to be charged wid trespassin’ or touchin’ torched turf here. Den again, if dis was a Varicose Flex facility, GOR-GO would’ve signed me in as her guest. Just syllabizin’ dat name makes my nimble nape notion nude nuance.
Officer O’Piddly: First off, my name’s Officer O’Piddly. I’m Commanding Officer of Off-Peak Hours for Gargantua Gleam Gym. Officers Sternshoe and Honksqueak alerted me of an alarming aerobic abnormality. You here match that description, ma’am.
Second item of business. Rent racquetball equipment. Dive into our palatial swimming pool’s deep end and scream when you reach the bottom. Activate core muscles with an athletically-approved elastic resistance belt. All these activities create less distress, paperwork, or hernias.
Next, that damned door’s got considerable convex damage. Honksqueak heard you count off fifty repetitions. We’ll get a quote from Gimmicki’s Construction. Their estimate determines the fairness of fine rendered. Said fine should cover concave conversion costs. It’s monetized minutiae since no one else needed evacuation off the courts. Therefore, G Triplicate shall not press charges pertaining to, what, an occupational hazard?
[Officer Sternshoe taps their notepad with intense indignation. The androgynous agent scribbles some quandaries for O’Piddly.][/i]
Officer O’Piddly: Officer Sternshoe’s a stickler stenographer. Why are you getting worked up over such a wild woman? What makes this third exotic encounter different? Who are you name-wise…R.I.P.? Oh, Report Identification Purposes. Where would a fifteen-foot chain be permitted? When does she suspect sufferin’ stops?
Azurine Vebbins: O’Piggly, Hogsqueal, and Stern-sooey. Dree past deyr parole pensioner pigs psycho-analyzin’ yours truly. Dose come across as off-handcuff remarks. Reminds me of dat joygasmic judoka’s wrist control. Slippin’ into subliminal submission. One of us has to when June Dirty rolls around. Counterprogram chanter criticism. Dis must be a lucid lark.
Exhaustin’ every eccentric explanation. Shouldn’t I shoulder up while spoonin’ now? Definitely not daymarin’ like my first flail. Sternshoe snaps deyr pollex and index phalange against one anoder. Honksqueal’s disarmin’ da emergency exit. O’Piddly’s probably ponderin’ why dis dame’s interior monologue roams outside her oral cavity. Apart from surreal surnames, what Nintendo Zapper triggered dese bizarre banter bullet points? Combat Unlimited Le-dal Trials did book an upcomin’ wicked waltz wid dat Moldovan she-wolf. My mental motivational movie montage’s runnin’ off da reel. Is dis deleted scene spliced back in? Distinctly remember sprintin’ past security cameras, empty corridors, and dangerously doused in dihydrogen monoxide. I posted several social media stills. Each details Azurine Vebbins’ director’s cut deviation toward darker disposition.
Officer O’Piddly: June 30th. Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials. Azurine Vebbins. Officer Sternshoe scribes anything else down and they’re liable to cause carbon-based combustion. We still require you to elaborate on the what and why, Ms. Vebbins.
Azurine Vebbins: Harkens back to my initial inquiries. My primary trainin’ regimen included pole fitness, foot archery, and viewin’ every version of “Da Most Dangerous Game” filmed. Yelena was a primal phenom when we ultimately undulated. I attempted an atypical approach. She brought blunt brutality.
Strategizin’ for da sequel would yield progress. Marketed it as some glorified “Grudge Gala.” Leaned into my Myriad Matwork Al-go-rid-m arsenal. Managed to apply da Juji Gatame Inverted Armbar like it was my most firm job offer. Dose in attendance at Korakuen Hall expressed jillion joule jolts of jubilation. “Da Neck Collector” eventually seized mine later on, dough. Felt akin to an afterparty associate who woke up wasted in da middle of da dance floor.
Closin’ out our turbulent trilogy, however, I’m not cast as some cal-is-den-ics course cruisin’ college coed. No. At “If It Bleeds,” dis “Vivacious Variable” transforms into da fiercest, fearless femme fatale “Da Woman Who Laughs Lurid” ever laid her vanquished vision on. Dis “Domestic Demigoddess” can finally dish out deliberate dominance. I shalt be severely strict draggin’ dat haughty humpin’ huntress by her dog collar. Dat’s why da chain’s permissible. We’ll bode be brunt, butch, and blessin’ da bleep outta one anoder. As for why I’m gettin’ so worked up? Yelena Gorgo’s just da kind of naughty-nurtured, nature-numbin’ knicker-nabber I’d like to get one over. Additionally, when da departin’ bell chimes, I’d rad-er be walk passengers to deyr desired destination dan leave dem stranded at a temptin’ terminal. It’s bound to happen.
[Azurine Vebbins seductively smirks at a wall-mounted streaming camera. Officer Hornsqueak opens the emergency exit door. Her recording with the Kayfabe Airlines Ascension Auxiliary turning her back while rain rapidly rushes outside.]
Azurine Vebbins: Door barely buckled. Have you lot ever experimented expeditiously wid torrid trainin’ techniques? Total tantra tranquility? Hy-pod-e-sized how a highly-honed, hormonal, hulkin’ hossette whose down to huck wants you for anoder hip-huggin’ hoedown? Moreover, is she intimately intent on your encore recital turnin’ into an extreme, explicit exhibition? Background, cashier, personal, and traveler checks out! Paid my gym membership, y’know? I mention dat because of routine rent-a-cop reads. Don’t want to be charged wid trespassin’ or touchin’ torched turf here. Den again, if dis was a Varicose Flex facility, GOR-GO would’ve signed me in as her guest. Just syllabizin’ dat name makes my nimble nape notion nude nuance.
Officer O’Piddly: First off, my name’s Officer O’Piddly. I’m Commanding Officer of Off-Peak Hours for Gargantua Gleam Gym. Officers Sternshoe and Honksqueak alerted me of an alarming aerobic abnormality. You here match that description, ma’am.
Second item of business. Rent racquetball equipment. Dive into our palatial swimming pool’s deep end and scream when you reach the bottom. Activate core muscles with an athletically-approved elastic resistance belt. All these activities create less distress, paperwork, or hernias.
Next, that damned door’s got considerable convex damage. Honksqueak heard you count off fifty repetitions. We’ll get a quote from Gimmicki’s Construction. Their estimate determines the fairness of fine rendered. Said fine should cover concave conversion costs. It’s monetized minutiae since no one else needed evacuation off the courts. Therefore, G Triplicate shall not press charges pertaining to, what, an occupational hazard?
[Officer Sternshoe taps their notepad with intense indignation. The androgynous agent scribbles some quandaries for O’Piddly.][/i]
Officer O’Piddly: Officer Sternshoe’s a stickler stenographer. Why are you getting worked up over such a wild woman? What makes this third exotic encounter different? Who are you name-wise…R.I.P.? Oh, Report Identification Purposes. Where would a fifteen-foot chain be permitted? When does she suspect sufferin’ stops?
Azurine Vebbins: O’Piggly, Hogsqueal, and Stern-sooey. Dree past deyr parole pensioner pigs psycho-analyzin’ yours truly. Dose come across as off-handcuff remarks. Reminds me of dat joygasmic judoka’s wrist control. Slippin’ into subliminal submission. One of us has to when June Dirty rolls around. Counterprogram chanter criticism. Dis must be a lucid lark.
Exhaustin’ every eccentric explanation. Shouldn’t I shoulder up while spoonin’ now? Definitely not daymarin’ like my first flail. Sternshoe snaps deyr pollex and index phalange against one anoder. Honksqueal’s disarmin’ da emergency exit. O’Piddly’s probably ponderin’ why dis dame’s interior monologue roams outside her oral cavity. Apart from surreal surnames, what Nintendo Zapper triggered dese bizarre banter bullet points? Combat Unlimited Le-dal Trials did book an upcomin’ wicked waltz wid dat Moldovan she-wolf. My mental motivational movie montage’s runnin’ off da reel. Is dis deleted scene spliced back in? Distinctly remember sprintin’ past security cameras, empty corridors, and dangerously doused in dihydrogen monoxide. I posted several social media stills. Each details Azurine Vebbins’ director’s cut deviation toward darker disposition.
Officer O’Piddly: June 30th. Combat Unlimited Lethal Trials. Azurine Vebbins. Officer Sternshoe scribes anything else down and they’re liable to cause carbon-based combustion. We still require you to elaborate on the what and why, Ms. Vebbins.
Azurine Vebbins: Harkens back to my initial inquiries. My primary trainin’ regimen included pole fitness, foot archery, and viewin’ every version of “Da Most Dangerous Game” filmed. Yelena was a primal phenom when we ultimately undulated. I attempted an atypical approach. She brought blunt brutality.
Strategizin’ for da sequel would yield progress. Marketed it as some glorified “Grudge Gala.” Leaned into my Myriad Matwork Al-go-rid-m arsenal. Managed to apply da Juji Gatame Inverted Armbar like it was my most firm job offer. Dose in attendance at Korakuen Hall expressed jillion joule jolts of jubilation. “Da Neck Collector” eventually seized mine later on, dough. Felt akin to an afterparty associate who woke up wasted in da middle of da dance floor.
Closin’ out our turbulent trilogy, however, I’m not cast as some cal-is-den-ics course cruisin’ college coed. No. At “If It Bleeds,” dis “Vivacious Variable” transforms into da fiercest, fearless femme fatale “Da Woman Who Laughs Lurid” ever laid her vanquished vision on. Dis “Domestic Demigoddess” can finally dish out deliberate dominance. I shalt be severely strict draggin’ dat haughty humpin’ huntress by her dog collar. Dat’s why da chain’s permissible. We’ll bode be brunt, butch, and blessin’ da bleep outta one anoder. As for why I’m gettin’ so worked up? Yelena Gorgo’s just da kind of naughty-nurtured, nature-numbin’ knicker-nabber I’d like to get one over. Additionally, when da departin’ bell chimes, I’d rad-er be walk passengers to deyr desired destination dan leave dem stranded at a temptin’ terminal. It’s bound to happen.
[Azurine Vebbins seductively smirks at a wall-mounted streaming camera. Officer Hornsqueak opens the emergency exit door. Her recording with the Kayfabe Airlines Ascension Auxiliary turning her back while rain rapidly rushes outside.]