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Silence is golden and I’m not even surprised that we haven’t heard a peep from that dirty, nasty, smelly cunt of a Specialists Champion. I guess that gassed up bitch and her big ass ego thinks this tag team match is beneath her, and why am I even surprised?! Blandrea Valenwhore is the type of bitch to get a little taste of success and that shit goes right to her head. What the fuck kind of champion doesn’t bother to promote her match? Is she the fucking ‘baddie’ Jenny Cien? Lethal Consequences on a lazy week? Call me crazy, and for some ungawdly reason you people actually do because you just can’t stand me when I come out here and preach the truths about all of the ungrateful, dirty, disease ridden cock suckers we have on Voltage, but I actually expected better of Blandrea this week. I thought the prospect of facing me would rile this little bih right on up and she would come out spitting her nasty nice little fire that people seem to cum over, for reasons I can’t even fathom, but whatever! I’m waiting, Blandrea! You seem to blame me for trying to hold back you and your friends, and this is literally your opportunity to tell me exactly how you feel! You have the actual honor of stepping into the ring against me, the great Veena Adams, and having your career made! Lets be fucking honest, we know you’re not going to win. Whatever shitty training you’ve had turning tricks and fending off overly aggressive pimps isn’t going to compare to the knowledge that my Uncle Fred and my Uncle Ryan instilled in me starting at such an early age. I was born to be great and trained to carry out those expectations, and now that a wrestling career seems feasible for me again, I may as well just go for it.
Here’s the thing, bitch.
I have nothing to lose and everything to gain, and if you even think of taking me lightly or phoning this shit in, I will end you. As far as I’m concerned Voltage is still my brand and I’m still going to do whatever the hell it takes to get rid of all the fat that is clogging its arteries. You are no beating heart, Blandrea. You are chronic heart disease, a pulmonary disorder, and kidney failure all rolled into one. You are so goddamn overrated that it makes me sick. I hate your smile and I hate the way these sheep called fans embrace you. What the fuck have you ever done but play second fiddle to every other Empire whore who’s come through the ranks?! You are nothing and a nobody, and if it weren’t for that piece of tin championship on your shoulder you would still be a fucking nobody. Gawd knows you wouldn’t be a major player on Voltage. You would be a permanent show opener, and you know what? I think you know that which is why this match scares you. You see this as your future, and deep down you know that you will never go any further than where you are right now. You might have gotten lucky at War Games, but I’m going to go out of my way to make sure you don’t get lucky against me and whoever the fuck I’m teaming with. Honestly, I forgot his name, because that’s how little whathisface means to this match.
I think it says a lot about you as a person that you are willing to hide behind The Woogieman. Not sure what that Down Syndrome looking mother fucker and his extra chromosome are going to do to help you out come Sunday, but you sure seem content with just sitting back and watching it all play out, now don’t you? This is honestly pathetic. Truly, it is. I thought for sure that I would enjoy a quiet week but the fact that you are actually ignoring me and this match has kind of pissed me off, Blandrea! The last thing you ever want to do is piss me off and get under my skin because the more annoyed I am, the more I’m going to do to make your life an absolute living hell. Fuck you, Blandrea. I can’t wait to kill you! I wanna punch you in the face so bad that I already wish it was Sunday! I’m trying so hard to calm my nerves and just wait it out, but not even this lavender scented Epsom salt bath is helping me right now. I guess I could have thrown a Lush bath bomb in the water instead of Epsom salt but honestly the only color I see right now is red.
Rainbow colored bath water just isn’t going to cut it right now when the only cutting I want to do is across your throat. Test me not, you dumb bitch.
Woogie, as far as you go, I find it really sad that you had to challenge your own partner to step up and speak up! I’m sorry Blandrea is clearly scared of me and shaking in her knock offs. I thought for sure that she would be a worthy partner for you since she likes to mingle with the weird and ugly, but I guess even people like Blandrea Valenwhore hate granting wishes for special needs people. You would have saved yourself a lot of trouble by just keeping your mouth shut and not saying anything at all, because the second I turned on your promo video I immediately got angry that I just wasted five minutes of my life that I can literally never get back. Those five minutes I wasted listening to you could have been spent doing literally anything other than seeing your punchable face on my iPhone screen. At this point, I hate you too, and even though I really don’t believe in intergender matches because I’m secure in my place as a woman, I’m really going to enjoy beating your ass too. I mean fuck, I don’t even need whoever it is I’m teaming with. I could literally beat you and Blandrea both with both arms tied behind my back and a blindfold covering my eyes. I’m fucking amazing, and that’s a fact! Neither of you have a snowball’s chance in Hell come Voltage and I can’t wait to pin Blandrea and humiliate her. I'm going to let that serve as a lesson to the other whoreswomen as well. I might not be Co-Commissioner right now, but my goal and agenda has not changed. I'm still getting rid of you dumb sluts, and it starts this Sunday with Blandrea."
