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Lara's Turn; [Lara Toni]
Topic Started: Jul 21 2010, 07:04 PM (43 Views)
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So you thought you'd go a week without hearing from Lara Toni? Sorry, son. Looks like you're about to be disappointed. FIW have sent the most pathetic, snotty, illiterate... okay, can we just cut to the chase? It's Jeff Noon. The rake has been dispatched to locate the wife of Clay Krueger (why not ask Clay I hear you ask? Well, he's currently smashing a steel chair against a cardboard cut-out as 'practice', that's why!).

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Back in the ring Lara Toni has been dragged into position next to a turnbuckle and Roxie Galanoochie is heading up top. Roxie balances herself on the top turnbuckle…SHOOTING STAR PRESS! LARA MOVES AND ROXIE FINDS NOTHING BUT CANVAS!

CL: Shooting Star Press!

CM: Missed!

Roxie rolls into the middle of the ring and Lara uses the ropes to get back up. Lara looks at the fallen Roxie and she too has ideas to go up to the top. Lara steps through the ropes onto the apron and climbs upstairs. Lara says a quick prayer and crosses her chest before leaping off…INCOMING! LARA HITS IT!

JH: Toni lands the Feint Ankle-Hold Leg Drop!

CM: She’s got to cover!

Lara doesn’t cover, instead she pulls the prone Roxie into a sitting position and then Lara joins her. Lara wraps her legs around Roxie and applies a GUILLOTINE CHOKE! Lara wrenches back on it! Roxie has nowhere to go and her struggles are helpless in the middle of the ring!

JH: We could have a new Hellcat Champion!

CL: Can Roxie survive and maybe slip out!

The two mystery men watch closely as Lara pulls back on the choke and Roxie is fading! Roxie’s arms slow down and stop flailing, Shaun Wilson and Mr. Blond start to enter the ring but…

[align=center]ROXIE TAPS OUT![/align]
JH: There it is! The submission from the Hellcat Champion!

CM: Roxie tapped out???? I can’t believe it!

Lara releases the submission as the bell sounds, both Wilson and Blond push Lara off Roxie but it’s too late.

MA: Here is your winner and NEEEWWWWWWW FIW HELLCAT CHAMPION…LARA TONI!

Lara is actually in a gymnasium, the former Hellcat Champion is on a treadmill amid her legs pounding like pistons against a gradient. Jeff approaches and Lara sighs, she presses the button for the machine to stop and then leaps into the air aided by the banisters like a Russian gymnast.

Lara: “What do you want now, Jeff? Can't you see I'm busy?!”

Jeff: “Hey, Lara! How are you??”

Niceness will get you nowhere, boy.

Lara: “Get to the point, or get out. I'm not in the mood.”

Jeff nods his head, must be her time of the month he's thinking... and hoping not to say out loud. He looks around to see two steel chairs unfolded beside the treadmill, one contains the replica Hellcat Championship belt that Clay gave to Lara, the other chair houses a white cowboy hat.

Jeff: “We haven't heard from you all week, just wondered if there was some sort of problem? Maybe an injury you're hiding?”

Lara: “Seriously? Injured? Come on Jeff! You know better than that! You want to know the truth?”

Noon nods and Lara extends a finger to beckon him close. Rather a little too excited to just be receiving information, Jeff leans in... Lara slaps him around the head!

Lara: “The truth?! You can't handle the truth!”

She begins laughing and grabs a towel to wipe her brow.

Lara: “Truth is... the truth is that I've been here all work, putting in the hours and working hard. See Jeff, I've had…”

She pauses, counts in her head then on her hand. She holds two fingers up at Jeff.

Lara: “Two matches in over two years... TWO! I was in the Cruiserweight Invitational and then the ReVolt Rumble. That's it. No weekly schedule, no dark matches, no live events... NOTHING! Honestly, I'm scared. I'm scared of looking inferior to Blink - who has been wrestling a full schedule for months, Anna - who has hit the ground running here in FIW and even old Stratters wrestled more recently than I did.”

Jeff: “So you've heard that Emily Stratfield will be stepping in to be Blink's partner against yourself and Anna?”

Lara: “You people need to realise that just because you aren't hearing me, doesn't mean I ain't listening to everybody else. I heard everything they said and I heard ol' Stratters talk about me and my Hellcat Title.”

She picks it up and places it on Jeff's shoulder, he admires it for a moment before Lara snatches it back.

Lara: “You know at first, I saw what this was. I saw it just as a little pick-me-up, a nice gift from a husband to a wife. Clay gave me this just to cheer me up when I was down and he's a smart man, it worked. Then I got Bad Girls talking shit about me and this belt isn't just a gift anymore, it's a symbol.”

Jeff: “A symbol?”

Lara: “Yeah, Jeff. It's a symbol that I might have retired but I'm not dead! She wants this? Bring it on! I don't lay down so easy!”

Just ask her husband... oh, wait...

Jeff: “Any words on your partner? She said she doesn't really like you…”

Lara: “Oh yeah? Well I like her. I like that she wants to destroy Emily Stratfield and anybody that hangs around with her. I'm happy to let her do just that and damn right, I'll help.”

Jeff nods. One more question.

Jeff: “Will this be the last match of your career?”

Lara scratches her chin, then she brushes Noon aside and goes back to her treadmill after casting a long glance over at the Hellcat Championship on the chair. Interview over.

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Lara Toni's pissed. All wrestling has gone out the window now, and she kicks Jaime hard in the abdomen before swinging her into the turnbuckles by her hair, Jaime now slumped in the corner of the ring, staring vacantly out at the crowd as blood trickles from her nose as Lara measures her...

JH: SUDDEN IMPACT!!

CM: AND ANOTHER!

JH: AND ANOTHER!

CM: AND ONE MORE!!!

JH: Four superkicks to the face!! That's it, it's gotta be!

Lara's signalling for the end now. She pulls Jaime out from her corner, kicks Jaime in the gut and turns...

JH: INSTANT CLA- NO!!!! JAIME'S PUSHED HER INTO THE ROPES!!! JAIME WITH A ROLL UP!!!

[align=center]ONE!!







TWO!!









TWO AND A QUARTER!!











TWO AND FIVE EIGHTHS!!















TWO AND THIRTEEN SIXTEENTHS!!!















T H R E E!!!!!!!!
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MA: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH, AND NEEEEEEEEEEEEW FIW HELLCAT CHAMPION, JAAAAAAAAAIME.... LEEEEEEEEEEE!!
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