&&. Second Verse Same As The First �?/FONT> Words From The Woman: I think I'm starting to get back into the hang of things. Not quite my best work either, but still way better than anything I have done here thus far. Bella labeled her rp as her second, so I'm guessing she counted the reply as number one. So I suppose this would be my second as well. Enjoy :) Talon wouldn't consider her current situation a winning streak. Atleast three would be considered a streak, but she had only been in one match thus far. Of course, one day soon she would be on a winning streak, but right now she didn't consider it a streak at all. She found it funny that other people were calling it one though. One match makes you nothing, but other people were already started to talk. Maybe it was because they could see the talent that she possessed. They knew she was destined for greatness, and would get there any way she could. That goes without saying she was still in the lower card of Chaos Theory. What kind of shit is that? Obviously, Syck needs to hire a better card booker because this just isn't working. Putting Bethany Sorrow and a Drakmen's match over Drew Stevenson was one thing, but keeping Talon in the bottom was possibly their biggest mistake. She could see they would put her on the lower card because of her opponent, but Talon could make anybody look good, even this no talent wannabe, Bella Donna. Next you would probably see Drew Stevenson up against Talon in the opening match of Chaos Theory. This was almost pathetic. She had thought about not even bothering with this match. Why waste time on some second rate superstar, in the match just above the opening? That's lame, and Talon's much better than that. Then Bella wanted to open her mouth, and well unfortunantly for Bella, Talon's interest has just been sparked. Chicago was something new for her. She'd liked on a European island for most of her life, while spending the rest of her life in a wonderful place called Los Angeles. Chicago seemed so, well, not anywhere she wanted to be. It was no European island, and it was no L.A. Of course, anybody already here could see that. Now, being stuck on Chaos Theory, she was forced to spend her time here in Chicago. There would be no traveling for her until she won her three matches. Simple Chicago, lame bookers, and no talent jobbers like Bella Donna. How aweful. She had found herself in the wrong part of town, unless this really was how all of Chicago was. That would be terribly dreadful. The streets were dirty, and the people around these parts were less than savory. She'd have plenty of people hitting on her, maybe even attempting to rape her, except she brought along a friend with her. No, it wasn't Sasha, her trusty little handgun, or Kate, her pepperspray, but it was a nameless man. He wore jeans, with a gray jacket, hood on. Again, his face wasn't seen, so it was more than likely the same exact man she had been seen with a week before.  She wore her ring attire, after all, her match was in a few short hours. She liked to be ready for her match at a moments notice. Oh yeah, and she liked mighty hot in it too. "I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't atleast half way impressed by your performance last week. Coming back from a long hiatus like you did, and still being able to kick some ass, amazes me. I knew I hit the jackpot when I signed you under my management." "Well apparently, you're the only person I impressed," she shot back with a snare, "because it looks like the very person I beat last week, is getting a title shot, while I have to go up against some Bella Donna chick. I understand it's a rule and everything that you have to win three consecutive matches to either move up to Hangover, and get a GWE title shot. However, I thought that rule applied to everybody, not just the newcomers. I knew Bethany hasn't won three consecutive matches. She just came back not to long ago, and I beat her last week. Now she gets a title shot?" It was obvious that Talon was irriate about this. While she didn't plan on receiving a title shot right off the back, she also didn't believe that slutty jobbers deserved them either. It made her think, made her think about what GWE was really about. If it was about giving title shots to people who got their asses kicked, then maybe she would throw this match to Bella Donna, but if it truley was about kicking ass and taking names, then Bella was simply out of luck. "Calm down, calm down Talon. You have your wirst win, this is bound to be your second. Then there's only one more win standing in your way from those three consecutive wins. Then you can do whatever you want, whether that be taking a title shot, or moving to Hangover." Her hand found her chin, as she thought about it. "I'm not quite sure what I want to do just yet." "Well you still have some time, so I wouldn't rush things just yet. You still have one more week after this." "If I stay in GWE, then only the people in Chicago will know my name. If I move to Hangover, then the world will know it. Then again, if I stay on Chaos Theory I won't have to travel as much, I can kick Jeffrina's ass for that title, and the Bytch Championess is already on Chaos Theory. Isn't she facing that Kit Black girl? Hmm...I don't know. Bella Donna first, decision later." "I thought you had said earlier that you wanted to go straight to Hangover before Moment of Silence. Now you're having second thoughts, or are you having doubts that you can get your three matches?" If she wasn't in such a hurry to get back to the arena, she would have stopped dead in her tracks, "Doubts? Doubts about who? People like Bella Donna? Ha. Unless it's someone returning to BUD such as James or Drew Stevenson, anyone in GWE isn't worth anything. I have no doubts I'll get my three matches. I'm just debating on whether I want to beat on some dumb hos a little bit before I decide to relieve BreAnna of her Bytch Championship." "Keep in mind, after this match you only have one more week before you have to make your decision." "I believe me, I know, and by that time I'll be more than ready. Who knows, I might have even been be over kicking some jobber ass by that time. Only time will tell now, won't it? Poor Bella. She really didn't understand what she was getting herself into. She thought she'd be able to walk into this match, and win just as easily as she won last week. Hmm...for someone who uses 'not just another piece of ass' as a catch phrase, it's funny that she judges people right off the bat. Maybe she should hire a public speaker, considering she clearly wasn't getting the job done. Bitches like that give blondes a bad name. Hilary Clinton seems to be the go to woman for great speeches nowadays, considering her great speech at the Democratic convention. You've got Hilary on the high side of the spectrum, and Bella on the low side, the very low side. Wow, this should be tons of fun. "Now Bella, I understand that you're a little slow, but don't expect me to take it easy on you. The reason you won't be able to take me through Promo 101, is because you haven't been through it yourself. For me? It comes natural. While you're searching for your words, and coming up short, I'm murdering you with the truth. Don't make up lies Bella, it only makes you look blonder. I'm glad you understood that comment the first time around, but the pot calling the kettle black? Hunny, why don't you take a page out of your own poorly written book. Attempting to insult me about drawing hearts and whatnot, then you make a reference to the three bears? Peroxide and boobs? Hunny, look and yourself. What are you? Don't play up yourself to be some sort of 'Oh, I don't know I'm pretty' sob story, because I've been through your kid. You kind of paint your opponents to be these snobby bitches, who think their 'shit don't stink' attitude. Go back and see my last promo, and if you would have done your homework, you would have seen that I wasn't expecting anything. I'm coming off a long hiatus, and I'm not known around these parts. I've already made that clear. So take your fake "I'm better than you because I expect nothing and get it anyways" attitude, and shove it up your ass. I expected nothing, but I'm still getting it. I'm still working my way to the top, and I know how I'm going to do it. I can give credit where credit is do. Gypsy? She brings honor back to the sport of womens wrestling, but you? You need help, and I just can't have you up on Hangover giving us real women a bad name. Let's get one thing straight, I am going to Hangover, and I'm leaving you in my pixidust." She smacked her ass, and let out a laugh. "And your little comments about Leaky? You do realize that in your attempts to make a point, you mentioned Leaky more times than I ever have in my entire life? I mentioned Leaky about twice, because I was making a comparison. Yeah, I compared you to the female Leaky, easily. Obviously your dumbass understand it, and obviously it stung, or you wouldn't have resorted to such idiotic comments. Talking about little crushes and whatnot? Oh please. Are we going to have story time next, Bella? Maybe you can play me in a game of teatherball, and we can talk all about our other crushes. I hear you think Nova is...cute." she gigles like a little girl, before putting on a disgusted look, "If I really wanted Leaky, I would have had him. Way to stray away from the true subject though, Bella. Is that the way you're going to beat me? Telling me I have these imaginary crushes of men in your league? Maybe that's the reason why you mentioned him so much. Seems like I'm not the one who wants Leaky in bed. So hold the phone for a minute, did I seriously just hear you say those were tears of humiliation? Hopefully you realized what you just said. You just said you were humiliated, ha. What a dumb bitch, you and Leaky will make a much better couple than I thought. What would be the reason for busting up in my face? Because I have my charisma than you? Because you know I'm obviously a better trash talker at you? Because I'm simply..." She hikes her shorts up a bit, and messes runs her hand through her hair, "hotter than you? I think it's because you know that you're screwed. You know that I'm just a way better version of you, no matter how many times you choose to deny it. Soak this match up cunt, maybe you'll learn a thing or two." The man she had been walking with continued with her, just listening to her comments towards Bella. They had come to the front of the arena now, and they opened the front door. Luckily, not many people had arrived yet, so they didn't have to deal with the influx of fans running up to Talon. Even though she had only been in GWE for a simple week, she knew she had already built a fan base. "Cliche, huh? Kind of like how you automatically awesome anyone hotter than you have fake tits. Sorry hun, but I'm all real, all woman. Unlike you, whose tits are probably faker than Jenny Bowen's. Although collagen made Angelina hot, these lips are needle free, but thanks for the compliment, toots. Dumb bitch, actually attached to me? Hmm...way to 'turn my comment around' on me? Is this another one of your, 'take your opponents lines' deal? You know, I haven't gotten any calls from clorox, but I'm hoping I will. I use clorox all the time actually, it helps me to crub away the scum. You know what, I'll just bring some down to the ring with me." Indicating that Bella is just that...scum. "You can try to talk yourself up, but you can't do that. You can try to out wrestle me, but you won't be able to. You can try to make it to Hangover if you plan on chasing me, but you won't even be able to do that. I pity you Bella, because you walk around all high and mighty, but in reality, you're nothing but dirt on the bottom of an appartment pool. I admire you for your attempts, but this time hun, you simply won't make it." They walked into the locker room, as she walked over to her locker. Her hands reaches inside her gym bag, pulling out a blonde haired barbie. "Barbie? That's funny." She looks the doll over and then shakes her head, looking herself over. "No, I don't think so, their imagination was never this good..."