Post by Dazielle Molaroni on Nov 18, 2014 21:39:47 GMT
New York City
November 17, 2014
3:51 PM
Golds Gym
....18....19....20!
Cameras fade in to find Dazielle Molaroni lifting weights. A serious expression crossed her face, the girl was intense. So was her trainer Davey. He looked to her as the weights hit the floor, sweat pouring from the blonde.
"You're the toughest chick this side of Brooklyn girl."
She laughs and grabs a water bottle from the floor.
"Pfft, please. If a three hundred pound man walked in here right now...he'd be crying like a bitch."
Davey laughed. He then pointed off to a room on the side. Dazi smiled softly and jogged over, closing the door behind her. In the room was a video camera and a chair.She flipped the camera on, coming around and sitting in the chair.
"Ladies and gentlemen of Metro, my name is Dazielle Molaroni. Call me Dazi. I want to first clear the air about something I stated. I stated earlier in the month i would rather work for free than side with Mort or Marty. What i meant by that was I would rather not get a paycheck than to be a bosses bitch. I'm not in pro wrestling to kiss ass, I'm here to kick ass. Anyone who wants to is fine to do so. I'm...not the best at getting along with authority."
She smirked, a wink to the camera.
"Which leads me to one of two prissy bitches I hate, Aura Williams. Thing about Aura is...well, daddy issues. I mean, she knows how to pick scum sucking trash and that probably stems from all the issues as a kid growing up. Didn't fit in Aura darling? Meh, someone looking like you, I see why. Wonder if you can actually wrestle. We put that to the test the twenty third. This is more than personal. After what i found out...you leave in a body bag little bitch."
She gets up pacing the floor. Dazi has a look of hate in her eyes that seemed to be burning a hole through the camera. She picks the chair up, throwing it hard against the wall.
"Threats only go so far Aura. Metro hasn't even had its first show and already you make an enemy out of me. You threaten my friends...people who don't even work in this company? That is a BIG issue with me that doesn't sit too well. I have ot give you credit, your balls are much bigger than your brain is. Cause where I live and how I was trained? Yeah, all I have to say is three simple words. Prison. Shower. Style."
She gets up close, taking the camera from the tripod and holding it in her hand, looks right at the camera.
"Aura Williams, you are the first in a long line of NYC style beat down at the hands of the Blue Dragon. You are my message ot the rest of the Metro roster. Do not take me lightly, because when I scratch out your eyes and drop you on your heads, you will realize how nasty this dragon can get. Dazi out."
The camera cuts to black as Dazi exits the room with the camera in her hands. She finds Davey, sitting with another trainee. Tossing the camera his direction, he catches it with a smile on her face.
"Get that out to Metro. Label it NYC Beatdown."
Davey blinked a few times, the smile slow to form.
"You are totally serious?"
"Damn right I am. People want to take me seriously. I am using one of the little barbie wannabe bimbos as the example. Get it out soon."
Dazi then headed for the showers, a cocky smirk plastered across her face. Davey just shook his head, smirking himself.
"That's the dragon..."
TBC
