10-13-2014, 06:23 AM
The scene opens up to show Jill Lorder walking around the streets of Toronto, Canada. Upon seeing the cameraman, Jill beckons him with her finger to come closer, which he complies. They eventually stop at a corner and Jill turns to the camera, a grin on her face.
There we go! Perfect.
Now, where do I begin? Oh, yeah! Some of you may not have a single clue as to who I am, so let me introduce myself. The name's Jill Lorder and I was recently signed to XWF. Anyway, I just want to share with you "lovely" folks of the XWF roster a little... "proposition", shall we say. But first, there are some things that I need to get off my chest.
The scene then cuts over to another scene of Jill at a gym, striking at a punching bag. She exerts a lot of force when punching the bag. The camera captures various shots of her as she continues to speak.
I've seen some of you before. I've seen your promos and I've seen how you guys are backstage. Your attitudes are just terrible. Jesus Christ, I don't even know if I'm supposed to be in a wrestling federation or if I'm back in high school. I swear, you guys are so laughable...
All you guys ever do is run your flappers like motors and talk shit yet hardly any of you ever back it up in the ring. Actions speak louder than words, but some of you just don't get that.
Especially that freaking Alvin and the Chipmunks wannabe... what's his name?
Jill then takes a brief pause, as if she made some kind of a gaffe or had forgotten, and placed a hand on her hip. She was seemingly in deep thought before....
DINGDINGDING! Lightbulb on top of the head!
Oh, it's Peter! That chipmunk/gerbil looking fool that's about the size of a walrus. Yeah... nobody likes him.
Another scene follows suit, depeciting Jill sitting down in her home and sipping what appears to be tea.
A good majority of you prance around like some majestic unicorns or thinking that your name is Queen Elizabeth acting like your shit don't stink. And trust me, your shit definitely stinks.
There's a clear difference between being confident and just being plain arrogant and condescending. Unfortunately, a good 99.99 percent of you have an IQ of a fetus, so of course you guys won't be able to distinguish the difference.
Then you guys claim to be the greatest wrestlers in the world yet half of you have either:
1.) Never won the Universal Title.
2.) Have more losses than wins.
Or:
3.) Both one and two.
But that's none of my business...
Jill shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly and casually sips her tea.
Now I bet there are some of you that are butt-hurt and are probably thinking:
"How about you shut the fuck up and suck my dick, you whore!"
How mature... here I am stating facts and some of you are probably thinking that. Then again, all you guys ever talk about is dicks. I bet you guys enjoy sucking on them yourself. Especially King Dick IV. You know, that guy who has the dildo crown?
No thanks. Unlike all the other girls you've fucked around with, I actually have enough pride and dignity. So you can keep your crusty-ass, STD infected limp shtick of yours to yourselves.
The final scene shows Jill back in the streets of Toronto, strolling down the the sidewalk and looking at the camera.
I'm sure some of you are rolling your eyes and saying: "What have you even accomplished in your career?"
Well, for starters, I've held 25 different championships throughout different organizations and federations. I've toured extensively throughout the entire world and been to places like the United States, Europe, Mexico and Japan. I've faced guys from WWE, TNA, ECW, WCW, NJPW, pretty much everyone. And I've beaten them all nine times out of ten. Most of my opponents were men. Now, I wasn't doing Gorilla Presses like my name's Chyna, but I've beaten a good majority of them. Hell, I did all of that before I was even twenty years old!
I've bled and I've wept. I've put my body on the line more times than any of you probably have. I've been in every match type that you can think of.
And if you think that you can take me down easily just because I'm a woman? Oh boy...
Jill laughs.
Nope. Not gonna happen. I will fight and I will continue to fight. I'm not like the rest of the female wrestlers you've faced before.
Now... back to what I was proposing. I'm just gonna throw out there an open challenge. Yep, you heard that right. I'm challenging any of you. Any of you who think you're so big and bad and mighty. I'll gladly give these fans exactly what they want and I'm going to kick your ass. I'm sure they'll appreciate me shoving my foot down your freaking throat so that they won't have to hear your jibber-jabber shit ever again.
And, since I'm feeling a bit "generous", I'll let you choose the date and match stipulation.
Don't worry, take your time! I'll be waiting.
Jill sits down on a stoop, placing her chin in the palm of her hand. She then smirks. The camera slowly pans out and points up at the sky before the scene fads into black.
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