Post by azurinevebbins on Jun 6, 2022 22:32:34 GMT -5
Our promotional material opens on a burgundy-bristled bombshell striding in simulated sand. She sips iced tea from her coconut cup while sporting a scarlet pair of glasses, “halo” neck collar, and sarong. The sultry silhouette reveals herself to be Azurine Vebbins. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress” delivers a diminutive diatribe to doubters. Wrestle Island’s camera crew manages to capture a staged sunset behind her.
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, chanters! Azurine Vebbins here kickin’ it in kinetic sand. Reminds me of when I grappled on my native turf: a far-flung island in da Pacific Ocean known as Phloriphornia. Kayfabe-wise, dat explains my dialect since it’s a rad-er remote chain of rocks. Conversely, dis Friday on National Iced Tea Day, “Azzy From Da Dock” will be featured in a ballet rumba on da better-known Bahamas. Should I be da last dame dancin’, “Da Adorkable Angel’s” earnin’ anoder waist halo. It’s currently classified as a Television Championship, but I intend to re-brand it as da TIA Promotions Must Stream Championship. I do tread trepidatiously since dis is a blind ballet rumba. For dose who’ve followed my career since 2015, you know deyr are two kinks “Da Vivacious Variable” doesn’t factor when workin’ out exhibition equations: heights and blindfolds. Despite what you’ve read, heard, or seen, phobias are rational fears. I’m 5 feet, 4 inches tall. My only time achievin’ an altitude greater dan da second turnbuckle or middle rope is aboard a Kayfabe Airlines flight. Yes, I’ve managed to scale a few ladders but I always kept lookin’ upward. As for blindfolds? Azurine Vebbins prefers visualizin’ every experience over any alternate sense. Hell, Michigan, wid da dance floor bein’ surrounded by a moat-shaped swimmin’ pool…deyr’s a credible chance I might momentarily lose hearin’, touch, taste, and smell of my surroundin’s. Have I ever grappled on da beach under dese contested conditions? Many times. Dis time, however, I’m gonna clodes-line, superkick, and Pearly Gatekeeper every entrant until deyr’s no-din’ left except myself and dry land canvas.
Azurine Vebbins shows a sincere, saccharine smile before the stream feed blips out.
Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, chanters! Azurine Vebbins here kickin’ it in kinetic sand. Reminds me of when I grappled on my native turf: a far-flung island in da Pacific Ocean known as Phloriphornia. Kayfabe-wise, dat explains my dialect since it’s a rad-er remote chain of rocks. Conversely, dis Friday on National Iced Tea Day, “Azzy From Da Dock” will be featured in a ballet rumba on da better-known Bahamas. Should I be da last dame dancin’, “Da Adorkable Angel’s” earnin’ anoder waist halo. It’s currently classified as a Television Championship, but I intend to re-brand it as da TIA Promotions Must Stream Championship. I do tread trepidatiously since dis is a blind ballet rumba. For dose who’ve followed my career since 2015, you know deyr are two kinks “Da Vivacious Variable” doesn’t factor when workin’ out exhibition equations: heights and blindfolds. Despite what you’ve read, heard, or seen, phobias are rational fears. I’m 5 feet, 4 inches tall. My only time achievin’ an altitude greater dan da second turnbuckle or middle rope is aboard a Kayfabe Airlines flight. Yes, I’ve managed to scale a few ladders but I always kept lookin’ upward. As for blindfolds? Azurine Vebbins prefers visualizin’ every experience over any alternate sense. Hell, Michigan, wid da dance floor bein’ surrounded by a moat-shaped swimmin’ pool…deyr’s a credible chance I might momentarily lose hearin’, touch, taste, and smell of my surroundin’s. Have I ever grappled on da beach under dese contested conditions? Many times. Dis time, however, I’m gonna clodes-line, superkick, and Pearly Gatekeeper every entrant until deyr’s no-din’ left except myself and dry land canvas.
Azurine Vebbins shows a sincere, saccharine smile before the stream feed blips out.