♥ The New Mrs. Shawn DeLise Addresses The RSW Roster

[Arianny DeLise]

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♥ The following promo was filmed after Vendetta and can currently be found on RSW.com for everyone's viewing pleasure

Vendetta concluded just hours ago and the newly married 18-year old Arianny Blake is sitting with her legs crossed on top of her husband’s desk. Across her lovely face is the most arrogant, self-satisfying smirk anyone has ever seen. Ari’s dressed in what can only be described as casual for her; a pair of skinny houndstooth print pants, a silky cream colored top, and a matching cream colored fur coat. Her gorgeous blond locks are pulled back into a sleek ponytail and she makes sure to flash her wedding ring at the camera.

“Surprise! Shawn and I worked things out, obvi! Of course, there was never a doubt in my mind because my husband knows that I am the greatest thing that has ever happened to this world. Together, we are a true power couple and there’s no one who can stop us. This pathetic attempt at a ‘revolution’ continues to be the most hilarious thing I have ever seen in my life. Two people who lack actual talent are not going to stop MGM from reigning supreme. Violent Intent can’t even deal with Lord Blake and his useless group of friends. They certainly don’t deserve a chance to stand inside the ring with any of us.”

Everyone’s favorite blond princess stifles a yawn.

“The rest of the useless roster hardly matters. They’re either boring, fake, or should have killed themselves years ago. There is literally nothing worse than watching disgusting, ugly people walk around breathing and acting like they actually matter.”

Arianny shudders.

“As part of Shawn’s wedding gift to me, I get to book the next episode of Vendetta! How exciting! I’m pretty sure most of you over sensitive pieces of crap are going to cry about the matches you’ve been placed in, but quite frankly, I don’t care. Everyone here that’s not a member of MGM just sucks and call this my attempt to make all of you more interesting. It’s like Christmas, but better.

The Revowhatever gained a new member this week so poor Hanalei doesn’t have to fight the good fight alone anymore. Bear Reynolds, RSW’s newest gentlemen, joined the cause immediately after embarrassing himself against ZERO. Now I’m fairly certain I could snap my manicured fingers and have Shawn fire Bear Reynolds on the spot if I wanted, but I’m all about giving people a chance. Bear, you can face another delusional person in Sammi Myers this week. Now that is someone I would love to see drown in a pool of her own blood. In order to make sure that happens and to stack the odds against Sammi for the second show in a row, I’m going to throw the Absolute Champion Bryce Albright into the mix. Yes, he does suck, but at least he’s somewhat powerful if you ignore his striking ability. All three of you pride yourselves on being amazing technical and traditional wrestlers so here’s what I’m going to do for you. I’m going to make this match a hardcore match and hopefully all three of you just die trying to make the most of it.”

Arianny glances down at her nails, seemingly bored at the mere thought of Bear Reynolds, Sammi Myers, and Bryce Albright competing at all.

“The Fraternity and Violent Intent are almost as big of a joke as The Revothingy. Now, I can’t do anything about Violet Van Zant versus Aiden Van’t Hoff because that match was happening regardless. But what I can do is make sure Hailey Banks, Emma Douglas, and my fave Hanalei Brightly know their place in this company. I don’t think any of you pose any threat to me or the rest of MGM. In fact, the three of you are complete and total jokes. Hailey and Emma can’t win a match to save their lives and Hanalei… well, you did beat Raven MacDemare and Arthur Thomas. So yay?

You three don’t deserve a real match because you’re all awful examples of women. Something gross and stupid like a Bra and Panties match is what you deserve. Personally, I don’t care if you strip one another or not, although Emma Douglas seems to enjoy that sort of thing judging from what she did to poor Ravey a few days ago. But I do know that none of you deserve to be in this company and you sure as hell can’t hold a candle to me.

Two more undeserving people are Lord Blake and stupid, dumb Ravey. This week, I am gifting my bestie with the chance to end one-half of ‘Lovey’ once and for all. I’m banning Lord Blake from the building until his match - which we will get to in a moment - and giving Mondae a streetfight against Raven. Mondae, I truly hope you kill Raven so both of us can watch Lord Blake cry because immediately after you finish with her, I am going to step inside the ring against Lord.”

Arianny looks right into the camera and her expression is completely serious.

“I have been waiting for years to get my hands on Lord Blake for several different reasons and on October sixth, I’m finally giving myself that opportunity. Lord, you will face me in the main event of Vendetta seven and when I beat you, Mondae will become the number one contender to that title. As far as I’m concerned she is the rightful champion and that title is coming home to MGM where it belongs. You and I both know that I have more talent and more ability in my pinkie finger than you do in your entire body. I will enjoy beating you and I will enjoy humiliating you. There will be a special guest referee for our match too. That’s right. It's Mondae.”

Arianny folds her hands in her lap.

“The rest of the matches are irrelevant to me. Zach Knight and The Cruz? Tables match. It’s really whatever. ZERO and Issak? Well, Shawn kind of took care of that match himself.”

Arianny doesn’t even have the decency to look guilty over everything that happened to Miles Larsen despite the fact it was all her fault.

“But I do have one last piece of business to address. Archer, I saw the letter you sent to Shawn that asked him to ban me from ringside during the main event. I think it’s completely adorable that you seem so terrified of me and think I’m that much of a threat. I’m simply a teenage girl with a broken arm. I’m not someone you need to go out of your way for. But since you did feel the need to write my husband about me because I am so threatening, I am going to give you the night off on October sixth. That way you can continue to be some little emo bitch who cowers in the shadows and can't get the job done when everything is on the line.

I look forward to seeing everyone put forth their best effort come Vendetta. Enjoy whatever it is the less fortunate do in their time off. I'll be in Bora Bora with Shawn, sipping cocktails and soaking up the sun. Goodnight."

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