Post by Azurine Vebbins on Oct 16, 2022 5:05:30 GMT -5
This week’s promotional material features a professional perpetually plim with personal pride. She sashays around in her finest buttoned-up San Diego Padres jersey, pink Astoria Nightdress, and REEF Cushion Vista Sandals. With the National League Division Series in full swing, Azurine Vebbins hopes to hone homer energy. There’s also the fact that Vebbins is Action Wrestling CruiserClash’s premiere crimson-curled championship chaser. Based on how busy her work week’s been, Azurine offers an abbreviated address to chanters concerned about Andre Jenson.
Azurine Vebbins: Heapin’ hallelujahs, San Diego! Our sportin’ prayers have been answered as da Padres are one more step away from becomin’ World Series Champions. Now, I’d like you to silently add anoder one. Yours truly wants to clinch a golden opportunity dis Monday night at Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash. “Da Adorkable Angel” tangoes wid da current Cruiserweight titleholder’s tag-team partner.
Yep. I’m square dancin’ up wid Andre Jenson, an artful Dodger, even if he doesn’t hail from Los Angeles. Dat bein’ uttered, da Marty Jannetty of Two Gents shalt not avoid me blatantly baseball slidin’ him onto da lower floor at Pechanga Arena. Dude might run afoul from a tipped superkick strike. He may attempt stealin’ signs like an annoyin’ Houston Astro. One din’s for certain, dough. Jenson’s gonna balk Philadelphia Phillies Phanatic style when I make breakin’ ball contact. He’s da one who’ll call for a clubhouse clearin’ brawl to get our contest tossed out. Between two gruelin’ grapplin’ galas and two extended pole fitness performances, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress’” got sustained stamina for extra in-nin’s. Andre, meanwhile, must be callously chokin’ up on his gnarled, splintered Louisville Slugger. He’s probably swung for far-off fences durin’ bedtime batter’s box practice. Similar to da lights in T-Mobile Park up in Seattle, Jenson’s soon to be out of contention. All it’s gonna take is pinnin’ surly shoulders down for a cold dree-count.
Still, my copious cheerful chanters, you’re probably curious what I’ll be celebratin’ on October 17? Well, it’s National Boss Day. Will offer dat drab devil Joey Bunga his due for bookin’ me in an optimal orchestration dis week. Doesn’t mean he’s gettin’ a chair dance, free or odd-er-wise, but I appreciate da chance to ply my chosen craft here. Based on what I’ve tweeted recently, you know who my blessed boss is. Still amazed she let me perform as Lead Doe on a crucially colossal charity night like National No Bra Day dis past Turnsday. Amply appreciate you hearin’ my comments on dis spectacular showdown, folk. Hope dis should suffice for my performance review.
“Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins smirks with saccharine satisfaction before double blinking at her streaming camera.
Azurine Vebbins: Heapin’ hallelujahs, San Diego! Our sportin’ prayers have been answered as da Padres are one more step away from becomin’ World Series Champions. Now, I’d like you to silently add anoder one. Yours truly wants to clinch a golden opportunity dis Monday night at Action Wrestlin’ CruiserClash. “Da Adorkable Angel” tangoes wid da current Cruiserweight titleholder’s tag-team partner.
Yep. I’m square dancin’ up wid Andre Jenson, an artful Dodger, even if he doesn’t hail from Los Angeles. Dat bein’ uttered, da Marty Jannetty of Two Gents shalt not avoid me blatantly baseball slidin’ him onto da lower floor at Pechanga Arena. Dude might run afoul from a tipped superkick strike. He may attempt stealin’ signs like an annoyin’ Houston Astro. One din’s for certain, dough. Jenson’s gonna balk Philadelphia Phillies Phanatic style when I make breakin’ ball contact. He’s da one who’ll call for a clubhouse clearin’ brawl to get our contest tossed out. Between two gruelin’ grapplin’ galas and two extended pole fitness performances, “Da Damsel in Dat Dress’” got sustained stamina for extra in-nin’s. Andre, meanwhile, must be callously chokin’ up on his gnarled, splintered Louisville Slugger. He’s probably swung for far-off fences durin’ bedtime batter’s box practice. Similar to da lights in T-Mobile Park up in Seattle, Jenson’s soon to be out of contention. All it’s gonna take is pinnin’ surly shoulders down for a cold dree-count.
Still, my copious cheerful chanters, you’re probably curious what I’ll be celebratin’ on October 17? Well, it’s National Boss Day. Will offer dat drab devil Joey Bunga his due for bookin’ me in an optimal orchestration dis week. Doesn’t mean he’s gettin’ a chair dance, free or odd-er-wise, but I appreciate da chance to ply my chosen craft here. Based on what I’ve tweeted recently, you know who my blessed boss is. Still amazed she let me perform as Lead Doe on a crucially colossal charity night like National No Bra Day dis past Turnsday. Amply appreciate you hearin’ my comments on dis spectacular showdown, folk. Hope dis should suffice for my performance review.
“Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins smirks with saccharine satisfaction before double blinking at her streaming camera.
