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Surfer Girl makes her way down the ring, one of the WWA tag belts around her waist. No warpaint on her face.
Yawning she stretches herself out before adressing the WWA crowd.
>WWA, Alohaaaaaaaa!
Surfer Girl points the microphone towards the crowd, an hand behind her ear.
>Let me send some chill vibes your way. At Spaghetti Town Showdown you've seen me at my best in the ring and at my worst in my head. I've gone to places that I never want to visit again. NATO, Miss USA. I know I've threatened to leave you as food for the crabs. But I've realized and found out a few things.
>1: Both members of NATO were injured by that weird explosion in the car lot. 2: An eye for an eye makes the world blind and a whole lot less skilled at dodging falling coconuts.
>I want to send my best wishes and good vibes to Hailey and Miss USA for a speedy recovery. Get well soon, au'rite?
>Which brings me to another point. WARHORSE. Me and my ipo beat you two like a discounted rent surfboard to become Nr 1 contenders. However!
Surfer Girl smiles and winks into the camera.
>That match was awesome, and I can't speak for my ipo, but I'm not one to sit on my bronzed butt and not take on challengers! So bring your A game. Wrestling gear and your own beers. Let's have a good match and let's have a BBQ afterwards. Au'rite? Au'rite!
