Post by jayde on Jun 13, 2010 22:59:04 GMT -5
The scene opens up as we see Layla El along with D-Lo inside her locker room talking strategy for their upcoming matches on Raw when Josh Matthews knocks on the door.....
Layla: Come in...it's open
Josh Matthews walks in with a camera man in tow
D-Lo: Hello Josh
Layla: Hi Josh
Josh: Hi D-Lo, hi Layla *blushes*
D-Lo: Hey now Josh...that is my girl you are blushing over!!!! What can we do for you?
Josh: I was wondering if Layla had a few moments to talk about her upcoming triple threat match against the champion Jillian Hall and the newest Diva Angel Destler.
Layla: Sure...it goes a little something like this. Out of all three of us that will be participating in the match, I deserve the number 1 contender's spot. I mean...really...come on now seriously...look at my"competition" if you will.
We have Angel Destler.....the vampire wannabe...I mean who is she supposed to be? Morticia Addams? Really who is she kidding? She might as well sit this match and try her luck next time around. From where I am sitting, she doesn't have a prayer. She should not be in the ring...she should be in the local asylum locked in a padded cell and restrained by a strait jacket or working at a haunted house. This is Thy WWE, not a middle school costume contest.
D-Lo: *laughs* Tell 'em baby
Layla: And finally we have our champion Jillian Hall...who has become quite a thorn in my side as of late...now she has gone and recruited Jazz to help her keep her belt...I just have this to say to them both....Jillian, I don't care if you recruit Jazz or even Mark Henry to help you...but come hell or high water...I am coming after your ass and MY title bitch so if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open
D-Lo: As you can see, Josh, my girl here is the obvious choice to walk out of RAW with the number 1 contender's spot. This is to serve due notice on all teams involved......PLAY TIME'S NOW OFFICIALLY OVER, BITCHES....LAYLA, MY GIRL, IS TAKING OVER THE WOMEN'S DIVISION AGAIN...it's time for the real top bitch to take charge. You can either bow down or get knocked down. Your choice but either one you choose...this is OUR yard and you are nothing more than moving targets.
The scene fades to black....
Layla: Come in...it's open
Josh Matthews walks in with a camera man in tow
D-Lo: Hello Josh
Layla: Hi Josh
Josh: Hi D-Lo, hi Layla *blushes*
D-Lo: Hey now Josh...that is my girl you are blushing over!!!! What can we do for you?
Josh: I was wondering if Layla had a few moments to talk about her upcoming triple threat match against the champion Jillian Hall and the newest Diva Angel Destler.
Layla: Sure...it goes a little something like this. Out of all three of us that will be participating in the match, I deserve the number 1 contender's spot. I mean...really...come on now seriously...look at my"competition" if you will.
We have Angel Destler.....the vampire wannabe...I mean who is she supposed to be? Morticia Addams? Really who is she kidding? She might as well sit this match and try her luck next time around. From where I am sitting, she doesn't have a prayer. She should not be in the ring...she should be in the local asylum locked in a padded cell and restrained by a strait jacket or working at a haunted house. This is Thy WWE, not a middle school costume contest.
D-Lo: *laughs* Tell 'em baby
Layla: And finally we have our champion Jillian Hall...who has become quite a thorn in my side as of late...now she has gone and recruited Jazz to help her keep her belt...I just have this to say to them both....Jillian, I don't care if you recruit Jazz or even Mark Henry to help you...but come hell or high water...I am coming after your ass and MY title bitch so if I were you, I'd sleep with one eye open
D-Lo: As you can see, Josh, my girl here is the obvious choice to walk out of RAW with the number 1 contender's spot. This is to serve due notice on all teams involved......PLAY TIME'S NOW OFFICIALLY OVER, BITCHES....LAYLA, MY GIRL, IS TAKING OVER THE WOMEN'S DIVISION AGAIN...it's time for the real top bitch to take charge. You can either bow down or get knocked down. Your choice but either one you choose...this is OUR yard and you are nothing more than moving targets.
The scene fades to black....
