Post by Azurine Vebbins on Mar 27, 2022 4:37:41 GMT -5
“Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins seductively surfaces from a hella bubbly hot tub. She cracks open one Nitro Pepsi Vanilla Draft Cola to promote brand synergy. The softer drink possesses a foamier flavor than its predecessor. As one-half of our current, reigning, and defending Action Wrestling CruiserClash Tag-Team Champions, Mrs. Vebbins recognizes how to mix bold taste with familiar formulas. Azurine appears amused as a chat-directed streaming camera pans around her room at the Staybridge Suites. Practical paraphernalia presented on screen include Vebbins’ title belt, Combat Corset, and the grappling dummy sporting both articles of clothing.
Azurine Vebbins: Genuine fondness, Grand Forks! “Da Vanilla Vixen” Azurine Vebbins here to relax reclusive prior to a tumultuous tag-team tango Monday night. Wid dis week’s episode of CruiserClash bein’ dubbed “Pepsi Smash,” I notion now’s when yours truly should experience excellence via our sponsor’s nifty, nitrogen-infused cola. It’s smood-er head and body-wise dan eider of Aphable Azzumption’s antagonists. I’m still subconsciously scarred by Dark Kent’s “diminished downstairs” demonstration.
Dre Dre Tolliver, meanwhile, almost broke a different bone if he didn’t acquiesce to Aphriya. He learned dat while “Da Bad Apple Bottom Gene” may be a softer drink; she packs explosive energy. Same holds true for me when I’m not rendered speechless, clearin’ mental muck by mackin’ on my missus, and/or pullin’ da tab on dese specially-labeled canisters.
Don’t want anoder opportunity blowin’ up in my face. Unlike da hot tub I’m currently habitatin’, last week’s lambada was incredibly ice-cold in terms of temperature. Dat’s my hy-pod-e-sis on how Kentrell hung one over me. Dude can dangle dat gnarled carrot stick nub as proof for championship contention. My mission’s turnin’ your virulent vegetable into certified compost. Hence, let’s dig dirt.
Kentrell conducted an indecent interview wid joyfully radiant Jade Riley. He stated how dis dame who diatribes like horses and if da backstage interviewer did, too. Some would interpret da inference as bawdy behavior best bottled up like “Colt” 45. Doubt he meant Aphriya feels “saddled” havin’ a dance partner like me. We bode maintain even strides when “gallopin’” towards glory. She knows our tandem must “pony up” when pressured. I also realize times to “rein it in” by workin’ our corner or goin’ “buckwild” upon receivin’ her hot tag. Den again, Dark dreamed of a sparrin’ session featurin’ himself, Lissie Hope, and Addy Ains-word where he didn’t end up as a pummeled, salt-licked pretzel. B-flat honest, dough, it’s da kind of grapplin’ grain Kent’ll become once handled by Aphable Azzumption.
Tyin’ back to da beloved beverage I boasted ’bout before, what fuels our motivation to retain da Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash Tag-Team Championships? Befuddlin’ Bunga on who can challenge us next, securin’ our straps as we stare down his Warfare Gauntlet Invitational, and preparin’ on a raucous rumba wid Red, White, and Bruised. Should Karlie defeat Serenity Holmes, I know Audrey’s video-callin’ me on how she’s got a jillion jets jumblin’ for “My Mod-der’s Favorite Wrestler.” Can’t exactly rekindle our feud if I’m incapable of contributin’ collateral. However, if Nash fails in similar fashion like Nikki Vaughn, den I expect a series of scorchin’, heated hullabaloos post-haste.
In summation, between dis hot tub and Nitro Pepsi Vanilla Draft Cola…I’m bubbly beyond belief. Da duo of Dre Dre Tolliver as well as Dark Kent aren’t smood. Neider has da capacity to gel when grouped. Aphable Azzumption will retain Monday night since da “pep” in our step is what everyone drinks in. Si? Dat’s fact, tact, we’re focused on task, our tag-team train’s chuggin’ along a tasteful title track, and categorically…we’re “Kent”-ro-nite.
The streaming feed fades out with “Da Adorkable Angel” double blinking, smiling, and scrambling out of her hot tub. Chanters speculate she may have intended to procure an additional soda pop from a nearby fridge.
Azurine Vebbins: Genuine fondness, Grand Forks! “Da Vanilla Vixen” Azurine Vebbins here to relax reclusive prior to a tumultuous tag-team tango Monday night. Wid dis week’s episode of CruiserClash bein’ dubbed “Pepsi Smash,” I notion now’s when yours truly should experience excellence via our sponsor’s nifty, nitrogen-infused cola. It’s smood-er head and body-wise dan eider of Aphable Azzumption’s antagonists. I’m still subconsciously scarred by Dark Kent’s “diminished downstairs” demonstration.
Dre Dre Tolliver, meanwhile, almost broke a different bone if he didn’t acquiesce to Aphriya. He learned dat while “Da Bad Apple Bottom Gene” may be a softer drink; she packs explosive energy. Same holds true for me when I’m not rendered speechless, clearin’ mental muck by mackin’ on my missus, and/or pullin’ da tab on dese specially-labeled canisters.
Don’t want anoder opportunity blowin’ up in my face. Unlike da hot tub I’m currently habitatin’, last week’s lambada was incredibly ice-cold in terms of temperature. Dat’s my hy-pod-e-sis on how Kentrell hung one over me. Dude can dangle dat gnarled carrot stick nub as proof for championship contention. My mission’s turnin’ your virulent vegetable into certified compost. Hence, let’s dig dirt.
Kentrell conducted an indecent interview wid joyfully radiant Jade Riley. He stated how dis dame who diatribes like horses and if da backstage interviewer did, too. Some would interpret da inference as bawdy behavior best bottled up like “Colt” 45. Doubt he meant Aphriya feels “saddled” havin’ a dance partner like me. We bode maintain even strides when “gallopin’” towards glory. She knows our tandem must “pony up” when pressured. I also realize times to “rein it in” by workin’ our corner or goin’ “buckwild” upon receivin’ her hot tag. Den again, Dark dreamed of a sparrin’ session featurin’ himself, Lissie Hope, and Addy Ains-word where he didn’t end up as a pummeled, salt-licked pretzel. B-flat honest, dough, it’s da kind of grapplin’ grain Kent’ll become once handled by Aphable Azzumption.
Tyin’ back to da beloved beverage I boasted ’bout before, what fuels our motivation to retain da Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash Tag-Team Championships? Befuddlin’ Bunga on who can challenge us next, securin’ our straps as we stare down his Warfare Gauntlet Invitational, and preparin’ on a raucous rumba wid Red, White, and Bruised. Should Karlie defeat Serenity Holmes, I know Audrey’s video-callin’ me on how she’s got a jillion jets jumblin’ for “My Mod-der’s Favorite Wrestler.” Can’t exactly rekindle our feud if I’m incapable of contributin’ collateral. However, if Nash fails in similar fashion like Nikki Vaughn, den I expect a series of scorchin’, heated hullabaloos post-haste.
In summation, between dis hot tub and Nitro Pepsi Vanilla Draft Cola…I’m bubbly beyond belief. Da duo of Dre Dre Tolliver as well as Dark Kent aren’t smood. Neider has da capacity to gel when grouped. Aphable Azzumption will retain Monday night since da “pep” in our step is what everyone drinks in. Si? Dat’s fact, tact, we’re focused on task, our tag-team train’s chuggin’ along a tasteful title track, and categorically…we’re “Kent”-ro-nite.
The streaming feed fades out with “Da Adorkable Angel” double blinking, smiling, and scrambling out of her hot tub. Chanters speculate she may have intended to procure an additional soda pop from a nearby fridge.