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Caroline O'Hara Burchill · **02-05-2015, 03:05 PM**

O' our mighty Queen
Rare and precious like an unattainable gem
Her smile radiates, her glow within
Shines her beauty down upon us
O' our mighty Queen
Stronger than a bull and smarter than a swine
She shall rule over us with her magnificent might
And conquer all who oppose with a swift hand
O' our mighty Queen
Who God solemnly blessed to grace this Earth
O' our mighty Queen
Behold all! Our splendid Queen!

"I present to thee Queen Caroline I, the Magnificent."

Cheers and applauses broke out and resonated within the church as the crown was placed down upon the head of a kneeling Caroline O' Hara Burchill. The newly crowned self-professed queen slowly rose back to her feet, a serpentine-like smirk etched across her face as she began to make her way towards the throne.

Slowly...

...Meticulously...

...Steadily.

At a nice, leisurely pace... she was in no rush as she took the time to savor this glorious, eventful moment. The people just looked on in awe, watching her as if she were royalty itself. The train of her beautifully hand-crafted purple and gold gown draped behind Caroline in a graceful, languid motion while she walked up the steps. One feet there, the other one here. Her lips curled into a huge grin as finally, she stood before the gilded throne.

A throne that was hers. Her own prized and coveted seat.

The Cheshire cat smile never faded. She took a seat and immediately, as if it were on cue, the people all kneeled down with their heads slightly bowed before her. A chuckle managed to pass through her crimson lips and Caroline cleared her throat before proceeding on with what she wanted to say.

"A Royal Rumble. Hmph. I looked at the list of the people that I am set to do battle with and all I can say is 'wow'."

"Because all I see is nothing more but a bunch of ineffectual cunt-mo-trons who perfectly exhibit and exemplify dip-shittery better than any other jackass that I've come across with before. Wow. Archie must have allowed some of you dick-witted fecal streaks a spot to be in this Rumble out of pity because you haven't reached your prime in such a long time. A really long, painstakingly embarassing amount of time, I might add."

"Honestly and truly, some of you should not be here. You're all show and nothing more but filler around here. Of course, willful ignorance is still a treacherous epidemic amongst us. So now my loves, this is the part where I'm afraid I'll have to send you guys an unexpected (but well needed) wake-up call as to why you will never surmount to anything here. It's time for the fool killer to cock her gun and shoot at all of your ludicrous and pathetic little dreams, eliminating your hopes of ever reaching the foot on the pedestal."

"Let's go straight on over to Exhibit A, shall we?"

EXHIBIT A: HAS-BEEN WASHOUTS WHO HAVEN'T BEEN RELEVANT SINCE GOD KNOWS WHEN. WHY ARE YOU EVEN WITH THIS COMPANY STILL?

Culprits: LH Faggison, Scorpio, Woeful (just as woeful like his career), Maverick, Scully the Mental Mascot, Veno-who?, Razor Ramon, Barney the Dinosaur, Luca Arzegotti and Cain.

"Behold: the handful of the Brady Bunch who are so irrelevant at this point where they've lost so many times before and it's beginning to look like Ted Bundy's body count."

"What can I say? They've climbed up high and they've fallen so far down. So close, but yet so far away. They either have accomplished something here but were unable to capitalize on their momentum and so they just weren't able to reach the pinnacle point after their wonderfully divine fall from grace. Or, there are some who have been with this federation for quite some time but yet they're always going to get picked last in line and will hardly ever receive the title shot they so desperately wanted."

"Maybe they have... but then again, they must have failed so miserably. Now they're just nothing more but carperts and stepping stones that people run their feet all over on. You incredibly idiotic and pathetic arse munchers are just little bugs that people have constantly stepped on and crushed. Are you guys that dense and asinine? Seems like idiocy is a new handicap for a lot of you. Looks like this will turn out to be the XWF's own version of the Special Olympics with these fools having a competition to see who can come up with the most dumbest and poorly-excused shit to say."

"In summary: the general consensus states that they are losers who will keep doing what they do best: losing. Moving along now."

EXHIBIT B: #Whoareyouagain?

Culprits: Essence of Stupidity, Ruben (Haha, be doesn't like it when we call him Ruben), Lucius Fyre (I guess he didn't do so good when it came to the spelling apsect of things), Master Lito, and Polvo Blanco.

"Yawn. They haven't done anything interesting since being signed to here. Sure, Lucius might have been the Heavy Metal Champion at one point and Essence was close to winning a championship herself on her first day with the company, but other than that no one really gives a shit about any of you. You guys might as well just be the punching bags for the XWF because you're all as useless as a penis on a Buddhist monk in the ring. You'll just be nothing more but leftover scraps once the big dogs get the chance to devour each and every last one of you. Now people, let's place our bets now and let's pick which one of these non-pertinent piles of filth will be the first ones to get eliminated from the match."

EXHIBIT C: Not even worth it

Culprits: John Cena 20YOUFUCKINGSUCK!, Chair of Mastermind, Rapist Shane, Mini Morbid, and Swift Ion

"An insult to our intelligence all in a nutshell. Shane the rest of these drool-drabbling nimrods were pronably bored at the timr that they decided to put these guys in the match as well. Oh well. The more, the merrier. More fun for me to obliterate you all."

"Now who do we have left? That would have to be the Doc himself, alongside Frodo, Sane, Vinnie, Austin and Mastermind. So congratulations: you guys are actually some kind of a viable and serious competitor. You should be quite flattered, actually. However, your glory days won't go on forever and there are times where people will have to kick you out of your thrones... with me being one of those people to do so, of course. Sorry boys, but you are standing in my way and I will have to put an end to you. Your momentum will have to stop here and so this Sunday will be the day where you all shall get on your knees and bow down before Your Majesty herself.

After all... having the gold wrapped around my waist will be a lovely accessory piece on me, don't you think? It would be such a divine event to witness as I, Caroline O' Hara Burchill, will walk out of the O2 Arena with a number one contentionship right in the very palm of my own hand. I can't wait to see the look on all of your poor and pathetic little faces as I make you all even more subordinate then ever before. The looks of shock, anger, and anguish. I'm sure you all will be ready to ball your eyes out and cry 'wee wee wee!' while you run back home like the pitiful and disgraceful little swines that you are. It would be a really fun thing to see."

"I can't wait to hear the pure bullshit that comes out of your mouths as you all fail miserably at your desperate attempts of trying to put me down. I can already predict what utter nonsense all of you will spit out. Still, try to the very your best of your abilities to enlighten me."

She crossed a leg over the other as she folded her hands and placed them on her lap, her grin never leaving her face.

"I shall be waiting... and I will sit back and laugh as I enjoy your wonderfully divine fall from grace."

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