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JAZZ; ALL THAT
It's all about tonight. Let me tell ya that. I have waited long and hard for the chance to come back and get my revenge and finally I've got it. That blonde bitch isn't gonna know what's hit her. Put me through a table? She's gonna wish that's what I'd done to her when I'm finished with her. I squat on the backstage floor and begin a few brief stretches. I don't want anything to happen that means I can't beat the hell out of her. It's all in the preparation baby and I am queen of preparation.
I've been preparing my whole life for this. I've been wrestling for the past few years in preparation for this. I was the queen diva of the most hardcore dangerous wrestling organisation ever to exist this side of Japan; ECW, Paul Heyman's demonic brainchild. I was born to be part of it. When Paul scouted me from the indies I told him that I was there in a second. The indies are good learning experience but shitty payments and demeaning attitudes take the bite out of it sometimes. True there sometimes weren't that much money to go round in ECW but the payment there was in loyalty. Paul worked his fat ass off to get that promotion off the ground and it worked. It exploded; we had a core group of hardcore fans who loved the bloodbaths we put on. I was damn proud when I came down the ramp as one of the Impact Players to see them there, every week, every month. I wouldn't have had it any other way
Then Paul had to give the promotion up. Hell it wasn't his fault. The WWE had run every other promotion into the ground except its own developmental leagues and other small indies where new talent could grow. WCW was bought out and then Paul hung up his ECW baseball cap for good. Well until Shane Mcmahon gave him the chance to beat Vince at his own game by combining WCW and ECW. Then Paul contacted all the ECW players he could. He asked me but I didn't have the time. It was a chance to be on TV but I was working the indies and I didn't know if I was in good enough shape to take on the monster truck that is the WWE. So he got Rob and Tommy to do the run-in and then Raven, Tazz, Justin, Rhyno and the Dudleys arrived and what do you know? ECW's born again. They fought hard. I could see Paul pulling every dirty trick he knew out of the book. Yeah sometimes I watched and I wanted to be there. Those are my homies, the ones who fought with me in ECW. That's why I said yes when Commissioner Regal asked me to be part of the Six-Pack Challenge for the vacant Women's title. A chance at the title? Count me in, that belt is solid gold in my mind. Every woman in this business should be gunning for it.
So I went out there, pumped up and ready to win. None of the other bitches had any idea it was gonna be me out there. But in there I went and took out Lita. But before I could win, Trish threw me out of the ring and won the match. When the Alliance didn't win, I had no job. But I was waiting for the chance to get back at that Barbie doll. It was all her fault that I had no job. If I had won that match, I would have not only won the title, but a place in the company. But no, Miss Stratus had to get that title. I saw her, tears streaming down her face, title in the air and the fans screaming. That was meant to be me. That's how it all began.
I began planning just how I was going to get my revenge on Trish. I had a nice long time to think about it as I watched the shows and she got more and more cheers and matches. I was going to tear her glory from her at the first opportunity. A month or so later, I got a phone call from Lance Storm. He's one of my old Impact Player buddies. He told me that he'd got me a contract with the WWE. Now Lance is always serious so I knew that this wasn't a rib. I asked him where the next show was, he told me and I began packing, all the time visualising Trish's surprised face as I tore her apart. I got there, signed my contract and got ready for my run-in. I didn't bother to change into my ring wear, just sticking to my street wear of old worn jeans and an orange top. I watched backstage as Trish fought Mighty Molly for the title. Then I ran down the ramp. Trish shrieked as I blindsided and destroyed her. Then Molly, ever the pathetic little superhero, tried to stop me but I reversed it and slammed her down. Then I saw the title laying the canvas so I picked it up and held it up for the entire crowd to see. It was going to be mine
Yeah eventually it was. Trish and I fought for long hard months. Then one week, after the Royal Rumble, I won the title. The crowd booed the hell out of me, like I cared, I was the champ! I was champion for a long time; I beat both Trish and Lita at Wrestlemania and then Trish at Backlash. This time I was helped by Molly. She and I have become good friends. Both of us work hard in that ring, we're technical wrestlers not eye candy and damn proud of it. She's got my back and I've got her's. She's my work out buddy. Anyway, then came the week that I got injured. That bitch Trish had me put through a table by a Dudley Boy, Bubba Ray. I tore my ACL and have been rehabbing ever since. That is, until now.
I jump to my feet and look at the monitor. Victoria, the newest queen of the divas is pounding away on Trish. They're in a Chicago Street Fight, something I'd love to do, getting down and dirty with hardcore weapons. It'll be like ECW all over again. It makes me smile to think of all the havoc I'm gonna wreck on this company. Victoria's the women's champion, the newest sensation and a psycho bitch. Just the sort of woman I'd like to mix it up with. Even more interesting, Steven Richards is her man. There was a time before I was injured that he was mine and he accompanied me to ringside and helped me win. I returned the favour, we were a team. But when I got injured, forget it. Did he call? Hell no. He was making plans and along the way, he fell in love with Victoria. People are saying that she's devastated the women's division shaking it to its core. Ha! Now that I'm back she's gonna have come through me to truly be on top.
I see her smirking as she pins Trish and the bell rings. Now's my time to strike. I walk towards the curtain. I can finish off that blonde bitch and send a message to the women's champion as well as let Steven know that I still have issues with him. He thought he could abandon me and get away with it? Forget it! I am the hardcore bitch of the women's division. No one can take that away from me, not this crazy Amazon and not anyone else. I am here to stay baby and I have big plans, most of which involve that title. My title, the one I've fought hard to win before and can again. Trish ain't gonna know what hit her, she started it all and now I'm going to finish it. This bitch is back.
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Jazz became Women's Champion again by beating Trish at Backlash. She's aligned herself with Teddy Long and her real-life husband Rodney Mack and is currently ruling the diva ranks with her bruising ring style. She's fought everyone and always finds a way to come out on top. Never seen as eye candy rather admired for her pure tough technical ring style. She'll be here for a long time to come.
JAZZ; ALL THAT
It's all about tonight. Let me tell ya that. I have waited long and hard for the chance to come back and get my revenge and finally I've got it. That blonde bitch isn't gonna know what's hit her. Put me through a table? She's gonna wish that's what I'd done to her when I'm finished with her. I squat on the backstage floor and begin a few brief stretches. I don't want anything to happen that means I can't beat the hell out of her. It's all in the preparation baby and I am queen of preparation.
I've been preparing my whole life for this. I've been wrestling for the past few years in preparation for this. I was the queen diva of the most hardcore dangerous wrestling organisation ever to exist this side of Japan; ECW, Paul Heyman's demonic brainchild. I was born to be part of it. When Paul scouted me from the indies I told him that I was there in a second. The indies are good learning experience but shitty payments and demeaning attitudes take the bite out of it sometimes. True there sometimes weren't that much money to go round in ECW but the payment there was in loyalty. Paul worked his fat ass off to get that promotion off the ground and it worked. It exploded; we had a core group of hardcore fans who loved the bloodbaths we put on. I was damn proud when I came down the ramp as one of the Impact Players to see them there, every week, every month. I wouldn't have had it any other way
Then Paul had to give the promotion up. Hell it wasn't his fault. The WWE had run every other promotion into the ground except its own developmental leagues and other small indies where new talent could grow. WCW was bought out and then Paul hung up his ECW baseball cap for good. Well until Shane Mcmahon gave him the chance to beat Vince at his own game by combining WCW and ECW. Then Paul contacted all the ECW players he could. He asked me but I didn't have the time. It was a chance to be on TV but I was working the indies and I didn't know if I was in good enough shape to take on the monster truck that is the WWE. So he got Rob and Tommy to do the run-in and then Raven, Tazz, Justin, Rhyno and the Dudleys arrived and what do you know? ECW's born again. They fought hard. I could see Paul pulling every dirty trick he knew out of the book. Yeah sometimes I watched and I wanted to be there. Those are my homies, the ones who fought with me in ECW. That's why I said yes when Commissioner Regal asked me to be part of the Six-Pack Challenge for the vacant Women's title. A chance at the title? Count me in, that belt is solid gold in my mind. Every woman in this business should be gunning for it.
So I went out there, pumped up and ready to win. None of the other bitches had any idea it was gonna be me out there. But in there I went and took out Lita. But before I could win, Trish threw me out of the ring and won the match. When the Alliance didn't win, I had no job. But I was waiting for the chance to get back at that Barbie doll. It was all her fault that I had no job. If I had won that match, I would have not only won the title, but a place in the company. But no, Miss Stratus had to get that title. I saw her, tears streaming down her face, title in the air and the fans screaming. That was meant to be me. That's how it all began.
I began planning just how I was going to get my revenge on Trish. I had a nice long time to think about it as I watched the shows and she got more and more cheers and matches. I was going to tear her glory from her at the first opportunity. A month or so later, I got a phone call from Lance Storm. He's one of my old Impact Player buddies. He told me that he'd got me a contract with the WWE. Now Lance is always serious so I knew that this wasn't a rib. I asked him where the next show was, he told me and I began packing, all the time visualising Trish's surprised face as I tore her apart. I got there, signed my contract and got ready for my run-in. I didn't bother to change into my ring wear, just sticking to my street wear of old worn jeans and an orange top. I watched backstage as Trish fought Mighty Molly for the title. Then I ran down the ramp. Trish shrieked as I blindsided and destroyed her. Then Molly, ever the pathetic little superhero, tried to stop me but I reversed it and slammed her down. Then I saw the title laying the canvas so I picked it up and held it up for the entire crowd to see. It was going to be mine
Yeah eventually it was. Trish and I fought for long hard months. Then one week, after the Royal Rumble, I won the title. The crowd booed the hell out of me, like I cared, I was the champ! I was champion for a long time; I beat both Trish and Lita at Wrestlemania and then Trish at Backlash. This time I was helped by Molly. She and I have become good friends. Both of us work hard in that ring, we're technical wrestlers not eye candy and damn proud of it. She's got my back and I've got her's. She's my work out buddy. Anyway, then came the week that I got injured. That bitch Trish had me put through a table by a Dudley Boy, Bubba Ray. I tore my ACL and have been rehabbing ever since. That is, until now.
I jump to my feet and look at the monitor. Victoria, the newest queen of the divas is pounding away on Trish. They're in a Chicago Street Fight, something I'd love to do, getting down and dirty with hardcore weapons. It'll be like ECW all over again. It makes me smile to think of all the havoc I'm gonna wreck on this company. Victoria's the women's champion, the newest sensation and a psycho bitch. Just the sort of woman I'd like to mix it up with. Even more interesting, Steven Richards is her man. There was a time before I was injured that he was mine and he accompanied me to ringside and helped me win. I returned the favour, we were a team. But when I got injured, forget it. Did he call? Hell no. He was making plans and along the way, he fell in love with Victoria. People are saying that she's devastated the women's division shaking it to its core. Ha! Now that I'm back she's gonna have come through me to truly be on top.
I see her smirking as she pins Trish and the bell rings. Now's my time to strike. I walk towards the curtain. I can finish off that blonde bitch and send a message to the women's champion as well as let Steven know that I still have issues with him. He thought he could abandon me and get away with it? Forget it! I am the hardcore bitch of the women's division. No one can take that away from me, not this crazy Amazon and not anyone else. I am here to stay baby and I have big plans, most of which involve that title. My title, the one I've fought hard to win before and can again. Trish ain't gonna know what hit her, she started it all and now I'm going to finish it. This bitch is back.
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Jazz became Women's Champion again by beating Trish at Backlash. She's aligned herself with Teddy Long and her real-life husband Rodney Mack and is currently ruling the diva ranks with her bruising ring style. She's fought everyone and always finds a way to come out on top. Never seen as eye candy rather admired for her pure tough technical ring style. She'll be here for a long time to come.
