Post by Michelle Moore on Feb 11, 2021 4:59:28 GMT
The scene opens up backstage after last week's Voltage had gone off the air. Several superstars can be seen exiting the building, leaving off towards their cars.
Coming down the exit way, with the bastards right behind her is the NEW High Voltage champion, Michelle Moore. Dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, white AF1s and a black DubDub hoodie. Her long blonde hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail and the championship belt is over her shoulder.
From around the corner, running up towards Michelle and screaming her name is F2B interviewer, Cameran Lyle. As she gets closer, Silas swings around and grabs her up by her throat and holds her there as she mumbles out a few words.
Cameran: "Michelle… can I please.. get a word?"
Michelle turns to look at her and laughs before instructing him to put her down and he does.
Michelle: "You probably shouldn't run up on somebody like that.."
Cameran rubs her throat before straightening out her clothing.
Cameran: "Most people don't have giant minions behind them!"
Poptart steps forward into her face but Michelle places her hand on his chest, backing him off.
Michelle: "You most definitely should watch your mouth or I will let my 'minions' end you. What exactly is it that you need anyways?"
Cameran: "Well I was going to congratulate you on becoming the new High Voltage champion earlier tonight but now I'm not so sure I want to. "
Michelle: "I honestly don't care what you want to do, so I'll just pretend that you did congratulate me and ill tell you to go kick rocks. Next?"
Cameran rolls her eyes.
Cameran: "Okaay. Um, so I heard that next week Samuel Chatman is scheduled to face the 3 bastards and if he beats them, then he gets to challenge you at Mardi Brawl, what are your thoughts?"
Michelle: "First of all, roll your eyes at me like that one more time and you won't have any fucking eyeballs, got it? Second, this is the first I'm hearing of this but I honestly don't see a problem with it. I mean, there is no possible way that Samuel Chatmans bitch ass will make it past ONE let alone all THREE of my Bastards. "
Cameran: "I don't know. He's got a lot of frustration built up in him from his personal life, I think he's gonna blow up out there and if he does, he may just be able to.."
Michelle throws her hand up into Camerans face.
Michelle: "Don't even try and say what I think you're going to say. There is absolutely, positively, no way that Chatman can beat all three of these men. I mean, I'd be surprised if the man could beat himself. "
She makes the jerk off motion before rolling her eyes and smirking.
Michelle: "Honestly, he might as well not even show up. My boys will have zero problem taking care of him. I mean, come on, he couldn't even beat that TRASH, Atara.."
Cameran: "To be fair, you couldn't beat her yourself either."
Michelle shoved the championship belt into Camerans face with such force, she shoved her back into Dominic, the 3rd bastard. Dominic took his arm and swung it behind her, slinging her down to the ground. Michelle squats down in front of her and speaks directly in her face.
Michelle: "Like I have said many times before, it doesn't matter how you do it as long as you get the job done. I got the job done and now Atara Themis is nothing but a memory. THIS is MY championship now and NOONE will take it from me. If somehow Sam makes it past these three, then the Queen will be waiting and ready to drop his ass like the bitch that he is."
Michelle reaches her hand out and flicks Cameran in the nose before standing back to her feet. She walks off towards the exit as the camera zoom in on Poptart as he drags his thumb across his throat, signaling the end of not only the segment but Samuel Chatman as well.
Fade 2 Black.
Coming down the exit way, with the bastards right behind her is the NEW High Voltage champion, Michelle Moore. Dressed in a pair of black yoga pants, white AF1s and a black DubDub hoodie. Her long blonde hair is pulled up into a messy ponytail and the championship belt is over her shoulder.
From around the corner, running up towards Michelle and screaming her name is F2B interviewer, Cameran Lyle. As she gets closer, Silas swings around and grabs her up by her throat and holds her there as she mumbles out a few words.
Cameran: "Michelle… can I please.. get a word?"
Michelle turns to look at her and laughs before instructing him to put her down and he does.
Michelle: "You probably shouldn't run up on somebody like that.."
Cameran rubs her throat before straightening out her clothing.
Cameran: "Most people don't have giant minions behind them!"
Poptart steps forward into her face but Michelle places her hand on his chest, backing him off.
Michelle: "You most definitely should watch your mouth or I will let my 'minions' end you. What exactly is it that you need anyways?"
Cameran: "Well I was going to congratulate you on becoming the new High Voltage champion earlier tonight but now I'm not so sure I want to. "
Michelle: "I honestly don't care what you want to do, so I'll just pretend that you did congratulate me and ill tell you to go kick rocks. Next?"
Cameran rolls her eyes.
Cameran: "Okaay. Um, so I heard that next week Samuel Chatman is scheduled to face the 3 bastards and if he beats them, then he gets to challenge you at Mardi Brawl, what are your thoughts?"
Michelle: "First of all, roll your eyes at me like that one more time and you won't have any fucking eyeballs, got it? Second, this is the first I'm hearing of this but I honestly don't see a problem with it. I mean, there is no possible way that Samuel Chatmans bitch ass will make it past ONE let alone all THREE of my Bastards. "
Cameran: "I don't know. He's got a lot of frustration built up in him from his personal life, I think he's gonna blow up out there and if he does, he may just be able to.."
Michelle throws her hand up into Camerans face.
Michelle: "Don't even try and say what I think you're going to say. There is absolutely, positively, no way that Chatman can beat all three of these men. I mean, I'd be surprised if the man could beat himself. "
She makes the jerk off motion before rolling her eyes and smirking.
Michelle: "Honestly, he might as well not even show up. My boys will have zero problem taking care of him. I mean, come on, he couldn't even beat that TRASH, Atara.."
Cameran: "To be fair, you couldn't beat her yourself either."
Michelle shoved the championship belt into Camerans face with such force, she shoved her back into Dominic, the 3rd bastard. Dominic took his arm and swung it behind her, slinging her down to the ground. Michelle squats down in front of her and speaks directly in her face.
Michelle: "Like I have said many times before, it doesn't matter how you do it as long as you get the job done. I got the job done and now Atara Themis is nothing but a memory. THIS is MY championship now and NOONE will take it from me. If somehow Sam makes it past these three, then the Queen will be waiting and ready to drop his ass like the bitch that he is."
Michelle reaches her hand out and flicks Cameran in the nose before standing back to her feet. She walks off towards the exit as the camera zoom in on Poptart as he drags his thumb across his throat, signaling the end of not only the segment but Samuel Chatman as well.
Fade 2 Black.