Post by Azurine Vebbins on Dec 9, 2017 4:38:47 GMT -8
[Video footage recorded via a Phoneme(c) Whippersnapper (Cell Phone).
Scene opens on a petite, doe-eyed ginger thrashing against mattress while cocooned in wedding veil and dress. Her name's Ms. Azurine Vebbins, i.e. the only name she will bless. Lass cannot remember last night she slept decently. Or indecently. Spooned. Forked. Her heart melts when thinking about their touch. Now, however, that thumping muscle stiffens like burnt toast. Why? Because no buttery goodness spreads across such surface without a very dull knife. Mayhap she really is just "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" after all. Would explain why this ex-bride felt more maid than wife. She sprawls on elbows, knees, and stomach to the foot of her bed. It's past 3:00 a.m. in Paradise Valley, family estate, no dialogue yet said. Right elbow turns on television screen and what can an "Adorkable Angel" glean? Foreboding figures inside a wrestling ring. One looks like quite familiar, all gloss and sheen...another exemplum to always keep clean? O.C.D. kickin' upon shallow self-reflection Azurine commences her halo polishin' session. Ms. Vebbins hems and haws about how much to scrub believing the damned neck collar symbolizes lost love. She then sighs, mutters to herself, and then talks directly into her camera phone.]
Azurine Vebbins: What brin's me to Elysium Pro Wrestlin'? It's an equation with a few unknown variables, really. Haven't had much of an opportunity to wrestle professionally. Matches here and there, but not any that would make me a big name. I'm far too humble. Plus, ya tend to develop rin' rust when ya foist...first...become a housewife. Was. I was heels over head for my...my...y'know. When I find them or they find me, I want to settle thin's in the rin', because we both must haph...have forgot how to do so in our boudoir. After all, every basic mathematical formula has you solve for ex. In the meantime, I plan on removin' tarnish from my legacy. "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins will soon shine and glow brighter than my halo. Shield your eyes or be seduced I may look like an angel, but yea a she-devil shalt be loosed.
[Scene ends with Azurine Vebbins smirking as the streaming video on her Whippersnapper cuts out.]
Scene opens on a petite, doe-eyed ginger thrashing against mattress while cocooned in wedding veil and dress. Her name's Ms. Azurine Vebbins, i.e. the only name she will bless. Lass cannot remember last night she slept decently. Or indecently. Spooned. Forked. Her heart melts when thinking about their touch. Now, however, that thumping muscle stiffens like burnt toast. Why? Because no buttery goodness spreads across such surface without a very dull knife. Mayhap she really is just "Da Damsel in Dat Dress" after all. Would explain why this ex-bride felt more maid than wife. She sprawls on elbows, knees, and stomach to the foot of her bed. It's past 3:00 a.m. in Paradise Valley, family estate, no dialogue yet said. Right elbow turns on television screen and what can an "Adorkable Angel" glean? Foreboding figures inside a wrestling ring. One looks like quite familiar, all gloss and sheen...another exemplum to always keep clean? O.C.D. kickin' upon shallow self-reflection Azurine commences her halo polishin' session. Ms. Vebbins hems and haws about how much to scrub believing the damned neck collar symbolizes lost love. She then sighs, mutters to herself, and then talks directly into her camera phone.]
Azurine Vebbins: What brin's me to Elysium Pro Wrestlin'? It's an equation with a few unknown variables, really. Haven't had much of an opportunity to wrestle professionally. Matches here and there, but not any that would make me a big name. I'm far too humble. Plus, ya tend to develop rin' rust when ya foist...first...become a housewife. Was. I was heels over head for my...my...y'know. When I find them or they find me, I want to settle thin's in the rin', because we both must haph...have forgot how to do so in our boudoir. After all, every basic mathematical formula has you solve for ex. In the meantime, I plan on removin' tarnish from my legacy. "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins will soon shine and glow brighter than my halo. Shield your eyes or be seduced I may look like an angel, but yea a she-devil shalt be loosed.
[Scene ends with Azurine Vebbins smirking as the streaming video on her Whippersnapper cuts out.]
