I own nothing but Jordyn.
Rule Two: Be Outspoken. Be HEARD!
Mike and I walked down the ramp receiving a round of boo's. Those idiot fans don't understand that we just feed off of it. Either way it's just them all struggling to be as awesome as us. Some may say we're egoistic, vain, loud, wanna be's- and I say they're just jealous, for obvious reasons. Mike and I accomplished things no one else could. We've beaten everyone in our paths- except two people.
"Oh shut your booing, you all sound like wounded dying dogs." I spat into the microphone Mike had handed to me. The booing only gotten louder, but it didn't irritate me. No, it actually got a smirk out of me.
"To our point," Mike spoke over the Universe, "You know why we're out here Vicky, so why don't you just give us what we want?" I nodded rolling my wrist, and leaned back against the ropes waiting for the Managing Supervisor of Raw to step out.
Vicky coming down the ring or at least out from backstage took forever. The more time she too the less time we'll gave for our rematch- which I know we will get. She ranted on and on sweet talking and then laughing in our faces about the lost. Then she had the nerve to show the clip of what happened, and why we wanted the rematch in the first place. The clip focused specifically on Del Rio winking in order to distract me. By the end of the clip we were both furious. The look of kill was slowly seeping into Mike eyes; Vicky's frowned for a quick tiny second but over all her stupid mocking smile returned. If only I could punch her in that ugly face of hers…if she's a her.
"Vicky, I know and you know that I'm- we're not in the mood for this," I corrected myself after getting a glare shot my way. "Just give us the match." I hated how I sounded like I was begging. It's not something that seems to fit well, not for me. Vicky was quiet fir some time and that didn't sit well with Mike.
"Give us the damn match Vicky, or we'll walk out and refuse to come back until you agree to our request." I nodded propping my Miz's shoulder with a mocking smirk of my own. "You wouldn't want the Board or maybe, hmm I don't know Vince McMahon to find out now do we?"
Vicky's face fell, all signs of worry took over as she nervously smiled at us. "No, we wouldn't," She then frowned and hung her head low "Miz, Jordyn, you have your rematch against Eve and Alberto Del Rio and that match is right now." she barely managed to get out.
As soon as she turned to leave the ring I clamped my hand on Mikes shoulder, smiling happily up at him. The gleam of accomplishment sparkled in his eyes as he put the mic to his mouth and turned to the still booing fans.
"That's how you get things done around here," He smiled shrugging "Well at least for the awesome ones that is."
"Write this down would ya?" I spoke into the mic "Being awesome rule number two, be heard!" I let the mic drop from my hands pulling off my jacket as Mike's theme played through the arena.