Out to Pasture

[Jayme]

OOC - I'm pretty much suffering terrible writers block and my brain is on fumes. Good luck to my opponent!

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The scene opened up in a hotel casino, loud noises filled the space and the room was littered with people trying their luck with gambling. Multicolored lights danced back and forth across the sleek floors and walls inside, and some background music was playing. The cameras focused in on Angelina Love who was among the hundreds of people inside the bustling casino. Angelina stood near the bar and grabbed her drink from the bartender. She sipped on her Blue Martini and nodded to the bartender in appreciation. Once she turned away from the bar she noticed the camera and smiled before she waved.

Angelina: Oh... hello there, EBWF Universe. Don't mind me here, getting into the spirit of Las Vegas and all!

She sipped her drink once more and pursed her lips together in satisfaction.

Angelina: Mmm. Man, the drinks here in Las Vegas are no joke, delicious! It's hard to find a good bartender in Florida, true story. Apparently they all live here in Vegas. Good to know.

Angelina shrugged her shoulders and looked around the casino before eyeing a place to sit in front of a slot machine. She quickly headed for the quarter machine and swiped her credit card. She quickly grabbed a plastic cup to put the quarters in as they were dispensed. Once she had what she needed, she headed over to the slot machine. Angelina took a seat on the red padded stool. She then placed her drink and quarter bucket on the wooden ledge near the slot machine.

Angelina: I figured that I'm already here in Las Vegas for Warfare, so why not? It would truly be a shame to not indulge a little while I'm here in sin city.

Angelina placed some money into the slot and pulled the lever. The dials spun around and she crossed her fingers. White 7. Red 7. Diamond. Nothing.

Angelina: Well, I'm not always lucky. But I don't usually need luck either. Luck isn't really my thing, you see I just... do. I don't depend on "Lady Luck" or whatever mumbo jumbo people like to come up with. I'm simply rewarded for being me and being damn good at what I do. That is certainly no secret.

Angelina pushed a few more coins in the machine and pulled the lever again. The dials spun and she looked at the camera.

Angelina: I always get my way in the long run. Someone better tell Jackie Moore that I don't exactly play well with others.

Diamond, Diamond, Red 7. She rolled her eyes when she looked at the slot machine. She sipped her Martini and repeated the process. Coins in machine, then she pulled the lever.

Angelina: So, Jackie better take her Vitamins and Pray to Jesus Christ Almighty that she doesn't break anything when she's in the ring with me. I mean honestly, can someone tell me why the hell I'm facing a 51 year old Diva? Is this a freakin' joke?! It has to be. I'm getting Punk'd right now, aren't I?

Angelina turned and looked all around her.

Angelina: No? Am I? ...No? Oh.

Angelina faced back to the camera man.

Angelina: Or... it's a real thing. Wow... I mean, let's be honest here... Jacqueline isn't even qualified to lick the bottom of my wrestling boots, even in her heyday. So I'm not entirely sure what drugs EBWF was on when they decided to sign her... but we should put an end to that quickly. There is simply no room for old has-been's that should be sent out to pasture. Put down. Euthanized.

Angelina adjusted herself on the stool before continuing on.

Angelina: You see I don't just do this for a living, I wrestle because it's always been a deep passion of mine. I'm not here because of the fame, the glamour, or the money. It doesn't exactly hurt either, it's more like an added bonus. But you see, I'm here because I am the best at what I do. EBWF knows that and the fans know that. I guess tonight, it's time for Jackie to learn that as well.

Angelina continued to use the machine the entire time she was talking but to no avail.

Angelina: I'd like to think I've sat back long enough and let the Diva's division dwindle down the drain. Everyone kept saying to step aside and let these new faces have some time in the limelight. So I did in a sense... and what do you get? The division we have today. Total crap. Sasha Banks is Women's champion? Are. You. Kidding. Me?! That right there disgraces every worthy Diva, like myself, that has ever held that title. It use to mean something and now it's nothing but a bad joke. Even more than the on going joke that has been Jackie's entire lackluster career. EBWF knew better than to give me some dumb stipulation like paddle on a pole or bikini match. They know I'm one for pain, for blood. This submission match is right up my ally. I'm not sure how prepared old Jackie is for this match, but she's never stepped in the ring with me before. I'm not the bimbo she will undoubtedly think I am based off appearances. Little does she know, that I've been one of the most successful Divas in the division. One of the most dominant. I guess tonight we will find out if she's tough enough to take one of my devastating boots to her car wreck of a face. If she's lucky, she will still be employed tomorrow. That is... if I don't decided to retire this one trick pony for good!

Angelina pulled the lever on the machine once more as she finished off her Blue Martini and set the glass on the wooden ledge again. Red 7... Red 7.... Red 7!! The machine buzzed out loud as Angelina won one of the smaller jackpots. She stood up and looked at the camera once more.

Angelina: Don't worry Jackie, I just won enough money for your retirement once I'm done with you tonight! It's at least enough to set you up in the finest Senior Assisted Living place back home in ole' Dallas, Texas. Oh and no need to worry, they feed you three times a day, throw a fist full of pills down your throat, and if you have an accident on yourself, well... they got someone for that too. So, uh, you're welcomeeee!

Angelina said snootily before being ushered off to claim her winnings. The camera slowly faded to commercial break.