Post by Lora Shaw on Nov 26, 2014 2:43:39 GMT
“Shhh! Be quiet, baby. I'm trying to watch this.”
Lora Shaw and her husband Warren snuggle together on the sofa watching 'Frozen', as the 'Wrestle with Fame' cameras document their every move together. Warren is visibly bored by this film; however his wife is engrossed in the plot line.
Warren: “Lora, it's a kids film. Relax. I want to talk about your match preparation ahead of the Liz Smalls fight.”
The blonde shrugs her shoulders, dismissing it instantly.
Lora: “Who cares? She's too busy getting ready for another disappointing night in Las Vegas in that Sin City Wrestling battle royal. She won't be focusing too heavily on me right now and when she does decide to get to work here, she'll be exhausted from the fight, the travel and the general schedule. Lizzie is just the girl that keeps on giving. I don't have to beat her – she's doing it for me. Now shut up!”
Throughout her response, she maintains eye contact with the television set. Warren groans and shakes his head.
Warren: “No, darling. Don't you see? While she might be training for another fight in another state, she's still training. It's still cardiovascular and it's still giving her some sort of match preparation before Sunday.”
His wife sighs.
Lora: “Yeah, too much. She'll be exhausted. Besides, I trained this morning and I'll train every morning between now and Sunday. What more do you want from me?”
Warren: “I want you to know your enemy, honey. I want you to know what kind of challenge you're facing.”
Lora finally gives her husband eye contact and looks annoyed by the constant interruptions.
Lora: “I do know! Okay, so inside the ring? She's fast – but not much more than me, so that's one asset I can hang with. She likes to jump around but so did 8-Ball and Lunar. What happened? I knocked Superman on his ass, baby! I know that she's got decent ring intelligence, but – again – so did 8-Ball. It wasn't enough. Both those tools had the same weakness Lizzie has: they can't handle submission fighters. Advantage Lora-Bear!”
Warren: “Okay, but what about outside the ring? What are you expecting from her?”
Lora laughs under her breath, dismissively.
Lora: “The same thing she does all the time. She'll go to my medical records, eat that shit up and spit it out at me like it makes a difference. Hello? She's one dimensional! All she'll show me is that she can read fitness files. Awesome. Can she defend the Lora Lock? No! Sucks to be her, right?”
Before Warren can respond, the film reaches the 'Let it Go' song by Idina Menzel. Lora's eyes grow wide, along with her mouth, as she turns to her husband and sings along, swapping the lyrics for her own.
Lora is all smiles, as she places her index finger atop his lips and silences him.
Lora: “Now can I watch this shit in peace and quiet please? Thanks baby!”
Warren nods and returns to cuddling.
Lora Shaw and her husband Warren snuggle together on the sofa watching 'Frozen', as the 'Wrestle with Fame' cameras document their every move together. Warren is visibly bored by this film; however his wife is engrossed in the plot line.
Warren: “Lora, it's a kids film. Relax. I want to talk about your match preparation ahead of the Liz Smalls fight.”
The blonde shrugs her shoulders, dismissing it instantly.
Lora: “Who cares? She's too busy getting ready for another disappointing night in Las Vegas in that Sin City Wrestling battle royal. She won't be focusing too heavily on me right now and when she does decide to get to work here, she'll be exhausted from the fight, the travel and the general schedule. Lizzie is just the girl that keeps on giving. I don't have to beat her – she's doing it for me. Now shut up!”
Throughout her response, she maintains eye contact with the television set. Warren groans and shakes his head.
Warren: “No, darling. Don't you see? While she might be training for another fight in another state, she's still training. It's still cardiovascular and it's still giving her some sort of match preparation before Sunday.”
His wife sighs.
Lora: “Yeah, too much. She'll be exhausted. Besides, I trained this morning and I'll train every morning between now and Sunday. What more do you want from me?”
Warren: “I want you to know your enemy, honey. I want you to know what kind of challenge you're facing.”
Lora finally gives her husband eye contact and looks annoyed by the constant interruptions.
Lora: “I do know! Okay, so inside the ring? She's fast – but not much more than me, so that's one asset I can hang with. She likes to jump around but so did 8-Ball and Lunar. What happened? I knocked Superman on his ass, baby! I know that she's got decent ring intelligence, but – again – so did 8-Ball. It wasn't enough. Both those tools had the same weakness Lizzie has: they can't handle submission fighters. Advantage Lora-Bear!”
Warren: “Okay, but what about outside the ring? What are you expecting from her?”
Lora laughs under her breath, dismissively.
Lora: “The same thing she does all the time. She'll go to my medical records, eat that shit up and spit it out at me like it makes a difference. Hello? She's one dimensional! All she'll show me is that she can read fitness files. Awesome. Can she defend the Lora Lock? No! Sucks to be her, right?”
Before Warren can respond, the film reaches the 'Let it Go' song by Idina Menzel. Lora's eyes grow wide, along with her mouth, as she turns to her husband and sings along, swapping the lyrics for her own.
“Liz burns the candles at both ends,
and the damage can be seen.
She loses fights more than she wins them,
there's nowhere she hasn't been.
Eight places in eight months, but nowhere she calls home,
just can't settle down, she continues to roam.
She's won ten times, but lost thirteen,
it's less than average, from the face of Maybelline.
No skill, no will, to stick around
she won't stick arooooound
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I am going to make you tap.
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
Your submission skills are crap.
I don't caaaare,
If I break your arm,
It's a wreeeestling maaaaatch,
I'm gonna make you cry when I do you harm.
It's funny how two title wins,
makes you feel so big and tall,
but the way my technique will control you,
will remind you you're just Liz Smalls!
You're going to see what I can do,
My grapple strength will rag-doll you,
no aerial moves can save you from meeeeeee,
you'll seeeeeee!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
You'll be tired from your Vegas fight.
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
You're in for a real bad niiiight!
I don't caaaare,
if you think you're better than me!
I will prove you wrong,
You'll be owned by a rookie, just wait and see!
It's good you're known for composure and a strong focus.
You'll need it when this newcomer beats you down and whoops your ass.
The pressure from losing to me must be eating you up insiiiide.
I've got nothing to lose here,
you risk reputation and priiiiiide!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I'm the spanner in your plans!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I'll snap the fingers on your hands!
I don't caaaaaare,
what you have to saaaaaaaaay!
Give me all you've goooooooottttttt,
It won't change the outcome this Sunday!”
and the damage can be seen.
She loses fights more than she wins them,
there's nowhere she hasn't been.
Eight places in eight months, but nowhere she calls home,
just can't settle down, she continues to roam.
She's won ten times, but lost thirteen,
it's less than average, from the face of Maybelline.
No skill, no will, to stick around
she won't stick arooooound
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I am going to make you tap.
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
Your submission skills are crap.
I don't caaaare,
If I break your arm,
It's a wreeeestling maaaaatch,
I'm gonna make you cry when I do you harm.
It's funny how two title wins,
makes you feel so big and tall,
but the way my technique will control you,
will remind you you're just Liz Smalls!
You're going to see what I can do,
My grapple strength will rag-doll you,
no aerial moves can save you from meeeeeee,
you'll seeeeeee!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
You'll be tired from your Vegas fight.
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
You're in for a real bad niiiight!
I don't caaaare,
if you think you're better than me!
I will prove you wrong,
You'll be owned by a rookie, just wait and see!
It's good you're known for composure and a strong focus.
You'll need it when this newcomer beats you down and whoops your ass.
The pressure from losing to me must be eating you up insiiiide.
I've got nothing to lose here,
you risk reputation and priiiiiide!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I'm the spanner in your plans!
Miss Metro! Miss Metro!
I'll snap the fingers on your hands!
I don't caaaaaare,
what you have to saaaaaaaaay!
Give me all you've goooooooottttttt,
It won't change the outcome this Sunday!”
Lora is all smiles, as she places her index finger atop his lips and silences him.
Lora: “Now can I watch this shit in peace and quiet please? Thanks baby!”
Warren nods and returns to cuddling.
