Handful Showtime (Kristal)

[christina]

Superdyke! hits the P.A as the only woman who'd use that theme in XWA appears, none other than Christina Dixon, she had been luckless in her matches but that doesn't avoid that the very gay-friendly state of California cheers her on. Specially in the nearby dates of gay pride celebrations. However tonight Christina wasn't for celebrations, she was more for getting the job done. Without hesitation she gets in the ring and demands for a mic

Well, sorry to say but I am not here as a tag team competitor, I am here as a singles competitor. Sarah got injured previously and will not be able to compete until this month's PPV.

Lucy: That's right Sarah Dixon has an important swelling in her hand, being in a match tonight could shatter her bones

So that's why I want the woman who I hold responsible for that injury to come out here, she's not a woman who'll be welcomed as a matter of fact she's not even a woman, she's nothing more but a lap dog, a goon, a thug, a mindless zombie who does what her boss tells her to do...

That bitch who I am talking about is none other than Kristal Allan... Your loudmouthness caused my sister to bang her hand against the locker room door. And while I didn't asked Sarah to punch you, I sure didn't asked you good for nothing loud mouth, to provoke my sister's injury...

Words are over, all I want to do is beat the shit out of you and send a message to your dear Chanelle that there are Diamonds that won't allow her plans to happen. And if that includes me being a target, aim at me now Kristal you won't have another chance...

Christina lowers the mic and waits for Kristal to appear.

[kristal]

And here you are spewing the same tired old line that you did backstage last week, Christina. What a drag...

The response was Kristal, but she wasn't coming out to the ring. This came from backstage in her locker room and she was being seen on the jumbotron by all.

I'm not even going to waste my energy coming out there to talk to you face to face. Well, I could actually, seeing as I'm not exactly going to need to use much energy to kick your ass tonight. I guess what I said in the backstage area didn't register past that think skull of yours did it? Say what you want, I don't care. Think what you want, I don't care.

The fact of the matter is that it's your dumb-ass sister's fault she got hurt, not mine. She just couldn't take the cold hard facts that you Dixons suck like it is...the honest to goodness truth. So I might have lost twice in one night. At least I can hold my head up high enough not to regurgitate the same old insults time and time again. I bet the next thing that'll come out of your mouth will be something else about me being Channelle's lap dog, like everything you said last week that led up to your poor Sarah's little "owwie". Well, maybe those paying fans will listen, but these southern hicks have short attention spans anyway. I've had my fill of the "tired old girls" for one night last week. I'll be busy getting ready to put you out of you misery.

You know, busting your chops is a whole lot of fun but it starts to lose it's luster when all you've got to say is the same thing over and over and over and over over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again. Did that sound a little redundant, Chrissy? Well...so do you.

So I'm not going to waste my precious time going back and forth with someone who's obviously got nothing to say. Tonight, bring it. Hopefully wrestling you will be more interesting than talking to you.

But I doubt that very much. Oh! And before I go...here's a little something to remind you of what I think *ahem* "veterans" like you remind me of. See you in the ring.



And the feed cuts off.

[christina]

Allright... That does it, you are right wrestling me is more interesting than hearing me talk, specially talking with a stuck up bitch who has cement in her head and knows nothing but bullshitting everyone..

Christina throws the mic on the mat, and asks for the belt to be rang.