You're a Stool! I Mean... Fool

[Kamden]

A few tall lights and advertising for the upcoming KOTR PPV put on truck trailers in the background gave away the current scene’s location- outside the Barclays Center in a parking lot within the perimeter of the arena. Some cars reflected the cool white light of the bulbs hovering several hundred feet in the air, and the occasional passerby was seen strolling off in the distance. Sasha Banks was solo, wearing a black beanie on top of her bright burgundy locks of hair, a black #legitBOSS t-shirt, and basic Nike athletic jacket over her ring attire. She appeared primed and ready to go, like usual. The cameras were all on EBWF’s BOSS as she began to speak.

Sasha Banks: I’m not coming in third place to being Queen of the Ring. The only time the number three and Sasha Banks should be in a sentence is the day I become a three-time women's champion. And your girl is hoping to get that in the near future... But I don't need to get ahead of myself. I've got one thing tonight: Staten. Island. Chick. If I EVER was to be third in anything I do... it definitely wouldn’t be to Carmella. Who do I look like?

Sasha made a face and tuh’d audibly. She shrugged.

Sasha Banks: You know what I think boo boo Carmella is? Somethin’ you just cover up. Like a stain on a couch cushion, you flip that mess over and forget about it, so it ain’t obvious. Nothin’ about Carmella stands out. I would love for her to shoot off on the Head BOSS In Charge with that pistol grip chin, so I can have a reason to slap her right across her face. And you can tell your friends I did it with disarm…

Sasha held up her right hand, wiggled her fingers towards the camera, and had a smug look about her.

Sasha Banks: That girl from Staten Island can get all seedy with her watermelon rind lookin’ highlights, talkin’ like she thinks she knows a thing about me. Boo, the only thing you’re gonna learn is that I’m the HBIC in that ring. I swear, if the words “trashy” or “hoodrat” come flying out of her mouth with regards to me, I will snatch her moldy pineapple lookin’ head so fast she’ll be spinnin’ in a square and seein’ rats instead of stars cuz she won’t be able to think straight. The one thing you can all bet on tonight is this: Girl Carmella, I’M ON YOUR HEAD! Don’t waste your time thinking you even stand a chance, because your nose is already too big for your face. If it’s gonna pull a Pinocchio and grow every time you lie, you’ll be lookin’ like a stool , makin’ three points of contact with the floor between your nose and two feet. And that ain’t a cute look. I’ve heard it all. Sasha the hoodrat. The hoe. The thug. But can all the haters who have somethin’ to say call themselves a two-time women’s champion? Two-time women’s tag team champion? An actual Queen of the Ring? Nope. And neither can you, princess.

The BOSS put a little something behind that word.

Sasha Banks: Princess is all you’re ever gonna be. Just like Nicki Minaj says, all you bitches is my sons. After knocking all the vowels out your name, people are gonna be callin’ you CRL. Bet, that new abbreviation stands for CARMELLA REALLY LOST! When you fall on your mug in the middle of that ring after I choke you out with that Bank Statement, the only gum you’ll be smackin’ on is the ones that used to hold all your teeth that are gonna fall out from all the trippin’ you do.

Banks shook her head and adjusted her beanie.

Sasha Banks: Fallin' back to square one isn't easy, but color me blessed that I start back off during King of the Ring season. I have to prove myself again, just like I did when I first rolled up in here. And it's just another chance to show everyone what exactly it means to be BOSS- Built on Self Success.

After a short pause, Sasha spoke once more.

Sasha Banks: Why would you wanna be a princess when you can be a Queen, anyway? Tuh. Carmella, you got your priorities mixed up, and this is why it all stops here for you.

With that said, BOSSton’s Baddest took one more look at the camera, before turning around and walking off as the scene faded out.