"Ya know...I've said it before and I'll say it again: Foxx, next time you have a thought...let it go."
(Fadein, Karla Starr in front of a Venus Backdrop, dressed in a Newly produced black 'cursive' version of the VWA T-shirt, a conservative white skirt that goes down below the knees, black-colored boots that go up to just below the knee, and a black leather jacket over the T-shirt, spotted with raindrops and the VENUS World Heavyweight Championship over her left shoulder.)
STARR: I mean, really...trying to portray yourself as the "Miss Goodship-Lollipop" is one thing, and believe me...as sickening as you make it out to be, it works....but trying to tie into it insults to my image...
(Starr shakes her head.)
STARR: It doesn't work for you, never did...and really...if you think about it...it never truly will. Something like that would most likely fall in line for someone like..say moi for instance, but that's a given; if I had to point out one that it could work for though...I'd probably have to go with Krist Blue on that one.
(Starr shrugs, but continues.)
She looks slutty enough...but also can make it subtle enough to put you down and you don't really have much to go with but to respond against it.
I mean...hey...look at her and then look in the mirror, Foxx. You're not really much for the verbal type, although you could probably put it past Victoria Hawke in a posing contest.
Even though that's neither here, nor there...it's still something to be proud of, so don't knock it.
As for Krist talking to me backstage...it's practically a daily ritual as far as when I show up to the venues, no matter what the event is for...a Pay-Per-View or an autograph session.
(Starr uses a dry part of her jacket to wipe clean a smear on the side of the belt, not skipping a beat of the promo.)
Always seems to be something about Jason Payne...I haven't the slightest idea why she's into that boy instead of say...Peter File...that would be someone more her forte, but then again, I'd rather she get advice from me than say...Beau Michaels.
(Starr 're-shoulders' her strap, as she shrugs and proceeds.)
I swear everytime that boy leaves a booking, it's always to go home and shine the rear-end of some statue he's got at home.
(Starr 'waves it off'.)
I digress....what do you care anyway?? I mean...you might've tagged with her once...so what?? Does it look like she's making an effort to call YOU on a daily basis, and ask YOUR advice about Men??
Hardly.
Besides...you shudder at anything that doesn't feel right to you on an academic basis, like it's supposed to be PLANNED.
You know...like I'll bet you "shudder" at the thought of being serenaded by David Hasselhoff and Michael Bolton on a slow, un-eventful night.
You know...when you're not booked as much as me.
(Starr smirks, and continues sarcastically.)
I think everyone else but you calls that SATURDAY, but whose to say for sure?? Only Peter File would be one to prove that theory, and last I checked...he's got other plans.
(Starr shakes her head.)
But really now...reminding me of what I've been since I walked into NEW ERA's Offices....what difference does that make , whore-bag??
Not only do I know that I'm the 'Alpha Female', but so does the REST of the Women's Division.
But it's good to know that even YOU can accept things that at first deemed inpossible.
Time to put down Volumes two and three of the Star Wars Trilogy, Foxx. Everyone who watches it, only need to see it once to understand it.
You're abusing the privilage.
Besides...the only thing Beast has done relevantly as of late is Auction himself between UCW and MCW. I yawned through the first few minutes of that before becoming uninterested altogether.
You might have the ability to beat me, hooker, but the fact remains is really simple:
You can never do it when it COUNTS.
Not at New Era, not at a house show or a Pay-Per-View, regardless of who showed up.
You can't do it there, you won't do it HERE, so it's becoming of you to me that you really can't do it ANYWHERE.
B1TCHIN' will be no exception to the case.
Think of it this way...you get to be trashed on the PREMIER episode of a show that I helped started and belongs to me ANYWAY.
Don't be the bad egg who gets fired for not doing what she's told be her betters. Marceau hates that.
Think about it, Foxx, because deep down...you know that on a level between us in the playing field...you're barely rate enough to be in MY LEAGUE.
You're just slower than the rest to realize it.
Something I intend to remedy very...very, soon.
(Fadeout.)
