>>10387370Priscilla starts laughing as the count reaches eight
>What's the matter Jen? Get back in the ring and I promise I'll let you come on over to the Divine Mansion again! Maybe I'll have Kelly bring Little Beaver over after she shaves her bald so you two can have a nice reunion!Jen Eddie cowers in fear outside the ring until the refs count reaches ten. Priscilla and The Queen celebrate their win, then Priscilla reaches for a mic. The crowd boos as she's about to speak
>Oh are you cretins upset I won by count out? A win is a win. Not that any of you would know that, you've never won anything in your pathetic lives>>10375371>>10375377>>10375385>Speaking of pathetic.>Skelly Skelly.>First you were going to try to avoid my challenge. Some excuse about wanting me to have a match>As a champion you should know what's going on around you and if you did, you'd have heard the rumors about me and The Queen teaming up >But you didn't, because you were hidden away in your basement, cowering at the thought of facing me in the ring.>Cowering just the way Jen Eddie is nowPriscilla gestures toward the ringside area, where Jen Eddie crouches, looking up at her with a mixture of hatred and fear.
>That's what you are, Skelly Skelly. You're like her. A jobber. A jobber trying to play the role of a champion. And failing.>You've got a lot of people fooled I'll give you credit for that, but I'm not one of them.>Ever since you got that belt what have you done with it? Nothing but appear for your obligated PPV defences. You even try to duck those now. Have you ever once pitched an interesting idea to management to find a number one contender, Skelly Skelly?>No. You just drift along, letting your golden 'burden' fall into irrelevance. Your reign is boring. Stale. You have nothing new to offer. 