Post by Azurine Vebbins on Dec 19, 2020 11:51:45 GMT -5
Her promotional material opens with “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” Azurine Vebbins perched on the rim of a gargantuan Sangria goblet. She’s decked to the hallowed halls in a green Tipsy Elves Gaudy Garland Cardigan Sweater Dress. Though Vebbins tilts herself throughout filming, “Da Adorkable Angel” flutter kicks her feet to retain a buoyant balance.
Azurine Vebbins:Tinsel-twined tidin’s, Action Wrestlin’ watchers. It’s your beloved ballet boppin’ beaut Azurine Vebbins. As dose who follow me on Twitter are well aware, dis Sunday’s CruiserHavoc Dree takes place on National Sangria Day. Deyrfore, it’s prudent as pungent Portuguese punch for me to pour out and provide dis particular position. Via extreme elucubration I intend to escort many encroachin’ entrants off my dance floor. Considerin’ combatants range from Alex Scott to ZMac McMorris alphabetically, it’s a long list of itemized individuals to cross off before Christmas. Still, like last call back home at Da Drunken Turnbuckle, “Da Adorkable Angel” is callin’ her shots. Time for dis turn of phraser to set her phaser to pun-ish. Also, apart from first, second, or last, dis is complete hy-po-det-i-cal conjecture on my part. Wid dat secured in your external occipital protuberance, here’s my notions on da foxtrottin’ field.
Kaz Mazy’s da current, reignin’, and defendin’ Cruiserweight Champion. However, wid competition stiffer dan Mighty Morphin animatronics, he’s not leavin’ Madison Square Garden wid da strap on his waist Monday mornin’. JC Keeton’s number two. Dat puts his pursuit in equal piss-pour flush peril. Followin’ dem are a gallant gamut of grapplers who’ll entertain dose viewin’ from a responsible social distance: Teo Blaze, Reo Raijin, Soldado Fortuna, Andre Jenson, Kolya, Orret “Da Time Bandit” Goldrock, Flop, CJ Phoenix, Konrad Raab, Void, Sebastion Lang, Shane Watson, and dose unannounced whose popularity precedes dem. Jim Mud and Randy Seed are my picks for muckraked middle entrants who’ll get pitchforked as soon as dey arrives to our amblin’ amalgam. Regan Voorhes might gain a sin’le sacrificial lamb elimination, but it won’t be “Da Atomweight Anomaly.” Instead, she probably has her eyes transfixed on Pure Champion Max Daemon. I predict dey’ll eliminate each odd-er like Trey Bouchet and Jimmy “Smash” James. If da latter doesn’t factor da volatile variable of velocity, den “Da Cajun Catapult’s” gonna vault his stubborn steer sass. As for Vivian Rae Jade? I respect “Little Miss 201” fightin’ for herself as opposed to brood-burdened obligation. However, in terms of who’s puttin’ more tears, glisten, and blood in dis raucous rumba, dat distinction’s reserved for “Da Damsel in Dat Dress.”
By my calculations deyr’s seven more ladies to libate. In order to not play favorites, I should mention my Pineapple Promenade dance partner Nidrah. She’ll be a strikin’ presence. We may eliminate a couple tusslers to-ged-er, but if teeter comes to totter, den I’m lowerin’ da limbo bar on dat lass. Same goes for frenemy Alice. Her allegiance is ’bout steadfast as a Stella Slater salute. Of course since dis could be viewed by different demographics, Stella, when you view two pollices up, dey are meant to be middle phalanges. Next, Sara Pettis, here’s hopin’ you can regale your redemption at a less chaotic confrontation. Reminds me of flailin’ which will happen to my estranged mod-der’s favorite wrestler Karlie Nash. She views herself as “Head of Da Table?” Dat’s perfectly acceptable to me since yours has a reservation wid da nearest announcer desk. Eliminatin’ you from da equation will probably be da only time Spayde Martinez and I coexist. Dat bein’ uttered I cannot wid credible conscience allow dat bleep to destroy two divisions. Even at risk of removin’ myself from contention, “Overplayed” should be amongst da first removed from rhyd-mic rotation. Finally, deyr’s da dame who earned da coveted final entry: Sierra “Heckin’” Silver. You could become champion, but you’re more likely to concoct a sinister scheme which leads to you slippin’ on a banana peel. Dat’s how I posit da promenade progressin’. Dat means on National Sangria Day dirty-odd dastards, who aren’t yours truly, shalt spill onto da arena floor.
"Da Vivacious Variable" Azurine Vebbins double blinks at da camera, adjusts her eyeglasses, and smiles while responsibly imbibing her luscious libation.
Azurine Vebbins:Tinsel-twined tidin’s, Action Wrestlin’ watchers. It’s your beloved ballet boppin’ beaut Azurine Vebbins. As dose who follow me on Twitter are well aware, dis Sunday’s CruiserHavoc Dree takes place on National Sangria Day. Deyrfore, it’s prudent as pungent Portuguese punch for me to pour out and provide dis particular position. Via extreme elucubration I intend to escort many encroachin’ entrants off my dance floor. Considerin’ combatants range from Alex Scott to ZMac McMorris alphabetically, it’s a long list of itemized individuals to cross off before Christmas. Still, like last call back home at Da Drunken Turnbuckle, “Da Adorkable Angel” is callin’ her shots. Time for dis turn of phraser to set her phaser to pun-ish. Also, apart from first, second, or last, dis is complete hy-po-det-i-cal conjecture on my part. Wid dat secured in your external occipital protuberance, here’s my notions on da foxtrottin’ field.
Kaz Mazy’s da current, reignin’, and defendin’ Cruiserweight Champion. However, wid competition stiffer dan Mighty Morphin animatronics, he’s not leavin’ Madison Square Garden wid da strap on his waist Monday mornin’. JC Keeton’s number two. Dat puts his pursuit in equal piss-pour flush peril. Followin’ dem are a gallant gamut of grapplers who’ll entertain dose viewin’ from a responsible social distance: Teo Blaze, Reo Raijin, Soldado Fortuna, Andre Jenson, Kolya, Orret “Da Time Bandit” Goldrock, Flop, CJ Phoenix, Konrad Raab, Void, Sebastion Lang, Shane Watson, and dose unannounced whose popularity precedes dem. Jim Mud and Randy Seed are my picks for muckraked middle entrants who’ll get pitchforked as soon as dey arrives to our amblin’ amalgam. Regan Voorhes might gain a sin’le sacrificial lamb elimination, but it won’t be “Da Atomweight Anomaly.” Instead, she probably has her eyes transfixed on Pure Champion Max Daemon. I predict dey’ll eliminate each odd-er like Trey Bouchet and Jimmy “Smash” James. If da latter doesn’t factor da volatile variable of velocity, den “Da Cajun Catapult’s” gonna vault his stubborn steer sass. As for Vivian Rae Jade? I respect “Little Miss 201” fightin’ for herself as opposed to brood-burdened obligation. However, in terms of who’s puttin’ more tears, glisten, and blood in dis raucous rumba, dat distinction’s reserved for “Da Damsel in Dat Dress.”
By my calculations deyr’s seven more ladies to libate. In order to not play favorites, I should mention my Pineapple Promenade dance partner Nidrah. She’ll be a strikin’ presence. We may eliminate a couple tusslers to-ged-er, but if teeter comes to totter, den I’m lowerin’ da limbo bar on dat lass. Same goes for frenemy Alice. Her allegiance is ’bout steadfast as a Stella Slater salute. Of course since dis could be viewed by different demographics, Stella, when you view two pollices up, dey are meant to be middle phalanges. Next, Sara Pettis, here’s hopin’ you can regale your redemption at a less chaotic confrontation. Reminds me of flailin’ which will happen to my estranged mod-der’s favorite wrestler Karlie Nash. She views herself as “Head of Da Table?” Dat’s perfectly acceptable to me since yours has a reservation wid da nearest announcer desk. Eliminatin’ you from da equation will probably be da only time Spayde Martinez and I coexist. Dat bein’ uttered I cannot wid credible conscience allow dat bleep to destroy two divisions. Even at risk of removin’ myself from contention, “Overplayed” should be amongst da first removed from rhyd-mic rotation. Finally, deyr’s da dame who earned da coveted final entry: Sierra “Heckin’” Silver. You could become champion, but you’re more likely to concoct a sinister scheme which leads to you slippin’ on a banana peel. Dat’s how I posit da promenade progressin’. Dat means on National Sangria Day dirty-odd dastards, who aren’t yours truly, shalt spill onto da arena floor.
"Da Vivacious Variable" Azurine Vebbins double blinks at da camera, adjusts her eyeglasses, and smiles while responsibly imbibing her luscious libation.