Sasha Banks: Blogger

[Kamden]

I'm doing homework right now and basically won't have time to write up something better before deadline. Good luck Jayme!! You da best.
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For the BOSS Sasha Banks, it had been a pretty boring few weeks. She found herself slouching in the couch of the fab Mean Girls newest locker room. As usual, she had her iPhone in her hand, scrolling down her Twitter feed. Despite having a match on Warafare within the hour, she decided to spend her pre-match time doing this.

Sasha Banks: Sounds like a stripper name. Tuh. Like, basically I don't have to do anything to win. She's already destroyed herself. Being a hoe.

The HBIC was referring To her opponent, Velvet Sky. She took off her shutter shades that she was wearing, even though she was inside in a well lit room. She wore a "I'm not Ratchet" white crop top and of course was already on her wrestling attire. For the time being she was by herself, while her BFF'S Eva Marie and Summer Rae were getting even more publicity for the already celeb-status trio. But just because they were famous, didn't mean they were liked. At some point within these few silent seconds, Sasha had transitioned to her blog: "Sasha Banks: HBIC". Earlier she had made a post about her upcoming match on Warfare against former TBP member Velvet Sky.

"Hello. Yes, it's me haters. The HBIC, The BOSS, The Baddest Diva there is, Sasha Banks. Tonight I will be facing Velvet Sky and all I have to say is lord help ME. Lord, don't help Velvet. Because she's so lost no one can save her. For her to have to go up against me is so stereotypical of a loser like her. She probably thinks I'm an easy win. Well guess what peanut butter cup, I ain't a joke. Please go back to the trailer theme park you grew up from because you look and smell like white garbage. Without Angelina Love, you're nothing. Better grab a straw cuz you suck. Tuh. Oh and please don't touch me. I might contract an MP3. And don't look at me either, because those highlights in your hair will probably blind me, and then I'll end up running into your big booty self and get a percussion. Not cute. BYEEEEEEEE."

And that was it. The self-professed Head Boss In Charge had made her official statement. But much to her dismay, there was a knock on the door. She went and opened it. And in stepped Michael Cole.

Sasha Banks: Excuse you! This locker room is exclusive to the women's tag team champions only! You are not a champion Michael Cole. You're a loser. And you look like a chipskunk. And you're not a girl either! Even though you're pretty weak for a man.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and rolled her eyes before holding up her phone to dial a number. But she was really just pretending.

Michael Cole: Who are you calling?

Sasha Banks: I'm calling the police to arrest you for trespassing Michael Cole. You better leave before the get Miranda in here and have her read your rights before the ARREST you.

Michael looked thoroughly confused. Who was Miranda?? But either way, he wasn't going to take the chance of gettingn authorities involved and took his leave.

Sasha smirked and put a hand on her hip, before turning and walking back to her couch and taking her seat, waiting for her match.

[Ashlee]

Kamden, the bit about getting "miranda to read your rights" made me laugh inappropriately during class. lol