"Play It" by Sneakout cracked out from the PA and sight was restored in form of strobing purple and green!
--Oh no thick walls, are gonna block the waves,--
--No not quite space enough between that'd ever kill the bass,--
--Ooh aah that shaking rattling cracking you can't take it cause you know it rubs you wrong,--
The hate rained down again, as Wanton Vixen walked her way out onstage.
The Silver Fox was here as well! Following behind Vixen, with clipboard in hand.
Fans jeers fell on deaf ears, the two giving no acknowledgement to all around.
--But does it rub you wrong?--
--Ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--Yeah ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--No use hiding while denying it,--
--You really don't want to fight so just join along,--
--Just join along.--
Halting end ramp, Vixen pulls a mic from her trousers!
Throwing her head back, and tossed it behind her!
The audience gets no special performance!
Rolling in-ring, Fox enters via stairs and as he enters center ring, Vixen tosses the mic to him.
Wanton Vixen goes for a casual walk around The Fox, brandishing her GZW Victress Championship on shoulder.
--I wake the neighbors up they always come a knocking,--
--Each time I play a record they will try to stop me, oh--
--Wish they'd leave me alone--
--While my music's so low.--
--Oh no thick walls, are gonna block the waves,--
--No not quite space enough between that'd ever kill the bass,--
--Ooh aah that shaking rattling cracking you can't take it cause you know it rubs you wrong,--
The hate rained down again, as Wanton Vixen walked her way out onstage.
The Silver Fox was here as well! Following behind Vixen, with clipboard in hand.
Fans jeers fell on deaf ears, the two giving no acknowledgement to all around.
--But does it rub you wrong?--
--Ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--Yeah ooh you can fight it if you want, if you want--
--No use hiding while denying it,--
--You really don't want to fight so just join along,--
--Just join along.--
Halting end ramp, Vixen pulls a mic from her trousers!
Throwing her head back, and tossed it behind her!
The audience gets no special performance!
Rolling in-ring, Fox enters via stairs and as he enters center ring, Vixen tosses the mic to him.
Wanton Vixen goes for a casual walk around The Fox, brandishing her GZW Victress Championship on shoulder.
--I wake the neighbors up they always come a knocking,--
--Each time I play a record they will try to stop me, oh--
--Wish they'd leave me alone--
--While my music's so low.--
Removing his mask and tossed it to Wanton Vixen, Guy seemed disinterested to be where he stood. "Welcome, Twats and Twits, of all ways disgrace!" Fans responded in an unreadable roar!
"My willing Wanton follower.." smirking, he still regarded her to be beneath him, despite being championshipless. "I will speak for the GZW Victress Champion. She refuses to waste her breath on those that don't understand respect. You don't boo your champ!" Speaking in a manner, as if scolding a third grader.
Rebellious jeers answer back and Guy Cancer only lightly shakes his head, rolling his eyes. "Anyways.. you must be informed, as witless as you all are.." Vixen discarded Fox's mask with a drop and punt out of the ring behind his back.
Lowering his sights to clipboard in hand, he didn't care to raise his eyes back at the audience. "GZW Victress Champion, Wanton Vixen, wishes to have it brought to attention since Slamboree 2017, of your current standing Women's Title.. only three. Three holders have carried it, as if a deal was struck to have one champ a year." A pause, allowing heat to fall on him for the accusation of shade in GWA Women's honored gold. Sneering out a smiling laugh, Guy only continued on. "The matches GWA has contested it for, has been bland, at best. Regular match, after normal match, only switching it up with a Last Woman Standing, 2 out 3 Falls, a Triple Threat, and a disgraceful Five Way Challenge. Ha.. haa.." Amused, Guy looks around to find where Vixen was now.
Thumbing Vixen's direction, "Wanton Vixen, here, pities Eliza. Her heart saddened that Eliza had set sights on the end of a rainbow, now calling it quits, when something true has finally come to be grasped. Vixen is disappointed that only a blue haired bimbo comes to disgrace a championship, that will truly challenge the very fiber, of your will's ferocity! Instead there sits a Champion, sweeping a non-title match under her rug of title defenses, pathetic!" Cancer's spit shame to GWA Women's Champion Alicia Armand drew hate, and he only smiled in return.
Wanton Vixen taking the microphone and turning away from him, she faced the entrance.
"Lana ate month, champ-peon! Za-ya six-ten month, champ-peon! All-lee-cha telve month, champ-peon! They no have shot at my champ-peon-ship! I well-come chal-en-ger! Who step up?!"
Passionately shouting her stipulated challenge, she awaits an answer!
"Lana ate month, champ-peon! Za-ya six-ten month, champ-peon! All-lee-cha telve month, champ-peon! They no have shot at my champ-peon-ship! I well-come chal-en-ger! Who step up?!"
Passionately shouting her stipulated challenge, she awaits an answer!