Post by Azurine Vebbins on Sept 18, 2022 5:03:46 GMT -5
Her promotional material opens with Azurine Vebbins coordinating costumes for tonight. It’s Thursday night at The Velvet Rabbit and she suggested “International Day of Democracy.” Our pole fitness professional notices outfits for a french maid, Lady Liberty, and a toga. In addition to the blue polo dress with white spots she’s currently sporting, Azurine appears confident enough to provide four pole fitness performances. After arranging apparel, Mrs. Vebbins starts streaming about her controversial CruiserClash competition.
Azurine Vebbins: Oncomin’ onslaught of Orwellian opposition, overzealous Orlandoans! Dis Monday night at Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash LIVE from da always amicable Amway Center, Azurine Vebbins returns to rumba. Specifically, I come as a house-cleanin’ representative intent to defend against a formidable foe of freedom. My acrimonious adversary flaunts false faid when dealin’ wid democratically-determined decisions. If we were playin’ Government Guess Who, dat dame would want Benedict Bankrupt, a.k.a. da most recent ex-President of da United States, to remain standin’ on her side of da game board. Yep, I’m speakin’ ’bout self-proclaimed “‘Rudest Bitch”...which are her words…and Soud-ern Poverty’s “Social Welfare Walloper”...dat are mine: Zara.
Knew dis tumultuous tango would happen sooner rad-er dan later. Zara and I are epitomes of what chanters could consider “American Exceptionalism.” Da difference centers on definition. “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins is a naturalized citizen who became a multi-time champion in various grapplin’ groups. She also juggles bein’ married to a supportive spouse, performin’ pole fitness professionally, and bein’ a role model for my fellow citizens. Zara, conversely, had a near perfect pro boxin’ career, short stint in Myriad Matwork Al-go-rid-ms, and a flashbang foray when transitionin’ here.
Additionally, dat bleep banters ‘bout everyone else pullin’ demselves up by deyr bootstraps when she slips on laceless sneakers. Makes it easier to skip town, right? She’s an aggressively antisocial agitatrix who prefers people not bestowed better benefits. I, conversely, wish all interested individuals have an open opportunity to “life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.” Tread on one and you’re consciously content to trample anoder. Probably makes you ponder why I love bein’ an American? Because no matter how clumsy our culture can become, consensually-concerned coalitions of communities can find deyr footin’ via cancellin’ corrupted choreographers.
It may be our initial interlude, but I intend to sweep Zara off her feet on da dance floor instead of pullin’ da rug out from under. Da latter’s not welcomin’ even if I’m faced wid an aud-or-i-tar-i-an-aimed antagonist. She craves number one contention for da Cruiserweight Championship currently held by Teo Blaze. Personally, he’s an honorable, humble human. Professionally, I’m chop blockin’ his Blazin’ Knee like Paulette Bunyan when we arabesque again.
Notion dat’s why “General Mitigation” Joey Bunga paired “Rudest Bleep” wid me. If she can go twirl-to-twinkle toe against “Da Hardheaded Housewife” and be victorious, den it’s time for Teo. However, as da inaugural CBS Champion who packs a pretty potent Pearly Gatekeeper, I’m blockin’ her buzzer beater into a shot clock violation. Well, dat’s one way I can curtail dat armbar aficionado. View my extensive library of lambadas here in Action Wrestlin’ for alternatively excruciatin’ examples. On September 19, I’m crossin’ her four-letter name off my Dream Dance List. In addition to what I tweeted about our starboard shuffle, here’s some-din’ else for dat sour-pussed scalawag. On National Talk Like A Pirate Day, Zara be walkin’ da plank off into anoder dimension. When I’m finished wid her, she’ll steppin’ into her problematic paradise…Mar-A-Lago still bein’ referred to as da Winter White House.
“Da Adorkable Angel” smirks and then shudders at that noxious notion.
Azurine Vebbins: Oncomin’ onslaught of Orwellian opposition, overzealous Orlandoans! Dis Monday night at Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash LIVE from da always amicable Amway Center, Azurine Vebbins returns to rumba. Specifically, I come as a house-cleanin’ representative intent to defend against a formidable foe of freedom. My acrimonious adversary flaunts false faid when dealin’ wid democratically-determined decisions. If we were playin’ Government Guess Who, dat dame would want Benedict Bankrupt, a.k.a. da most recent ex-President of da United States, to remain standin’ on her side of da game board. Yep, I’m speakin’ ’bout self-proclaimed “‘Rudest Bitch”...which are her words…and Soud-ern Poverty’s “Social Welfare Walloper”...dat are mine: Zara.
Knew dis tumultuous tango would happen sooner rad-er dan later. Zara and I are epitomes of what chanters could consider “American Exceptionalism.” Da difference centers on definition. “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins is a naturalized citizen who became a multi-time champion in various grapplin’ groups. She also juggles bein’ married to a supportive spouse, performin’ pole fitness professionally, and bein’ a role model for my fellow citizens. Zara, conversely, had a near perfect pro boxin’ career, short stint in Myriad Matwork Al-go-rid-ms, and a flashbang foray when transitionin’ here.
Additionally, dat bleep banters ‘bout everyone else pullin’ demselves up by deyr bootstraps when she slips on laceless sneakers. Makes it easier to skip town, right? She’s an aggressively antisocial agitatrix who prefers people not bestowed better benefits. I, conversely, wish all interested individuals have an open opportunity to “life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.” Tread on one and you’re consciously content to trample anoder. Probably makes you ponder why I love bein’ an American? Because no matter how clumsy our culture can become, consensually-concerned coalitions of communities can find deyr footin’ via cancellin’ corrupted choreographers.
It may be our initial interlude, but I intend to sweep Zara off her feet on da dance floor instead of pullin’ da rug out from under. Da latter’s not welcomin’ even if I’m faced wid an aud-or-i-tar-i-an-aimed antagonist. She craves number one contention for da Cruiserweight Championship currently held by Teo Blaze. Personally, he’s an honorable, humble human. Professionally, I’m chop blockin’ his Blazin’ Knee like Paulette Bunyan when we arabesque again.
Notion dat’s why “General Mitigation” Joey Bunga paired “Rudest Bleep” wid me. If she can go twirl-to-twinkle toe against “Da Hardheaded Housewife” and be victorious, den it’s time for Teo. However, as da inaugural CBS Champion who packs a pretty potent Pearly Gatekeeper, I’m blockin’ her buzzer beater into a shot clock violation. Well, dat’s one way I can curtail dat armbar aficionado. View my extensive library of lambadas here in Action Wrestlin’ for alternatively excruciatin’ examples. On September 19, I’m crossin’ her four-letter name off my Dream Dance List. In addition to what I tweeted about our starboard shuffle, here’s some-din’ else for dat sour-pussed scalawag. On National Talk Like A Pirate Day, Zara be walkin’ da plank off into anoder dimension. When I’m finished wid her, she’ll steppin’ into her problematic paradise…Mar-A-Lago still bein’ referred to as da Winter White House.
“Da Adorkable Angel” smirks and then shudders at that noxious notion.
