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i'll lay me down tonight, much further down; tribal talks about facing cm punk
Topic Started: Jan 11 2006, 04:54 AM (101 Views)
Marri Tribal
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"Back on January 4th, 2006 CM Punk faced Derek Davidson...and won, on January 4th, 2006, I also won my match."

Looking up at the stars in Fort. Lauderdale, Florida sky. A sigh would exit those pretty little pouting lips. A soft painting of a pink fleshy gloss covered them, shimmering softly in the moonlight as she did so. The small metal ball of a tongue ring moving past the confines of her mouth and to her lips, her tongue moistening her lips as she again sighed. Those beautiful pale blue eyes where closed as the breeze from the Florida wind caressed her skin. The black make-up around her eyes just there in a gentle accent. Her long black hair falling against her shoulders and falling down to her back, the only thing keeping her hair from falling in the visage itself was a skull cap. The simple black one with a small random band, or wrestling promotion embroidered in it. Regardless she probably hadn't had paid for it. Her attire was pretty much the same as it had always been, the worn denim jeans against her hips and moving down her long legs. A black band shirt, notable one from the band A.F.I, it was actually a tank top. But no one could see that over the olive green army coat she was wearing over it. Keeping her body leaned but against the building it would seem like she wasn't talking to anyone in particular, almost to herself.

Of course this was the woman who was causing the ripple effect as far as facing men where concerned. The only woman to make it this far in the Meltdown title tournament. Marri Tribal had proven once again not only was she stunningly beautiful and what not, but she was deathly force in the ring. Facing men who where upwards of a foot taller then her and over a hundred pounds bigger. But her mind had been wondering in the last few weeks, thinking of the day she thought she'd never have to face. She really thought she'd never had to face it and now it was upon her. Opening up those beautiful eyes she'd stare into the camera for a moment.

"And now it brings us to this, tomorrow night. CM Punk verses Marri Tribal. One on One. The winner goes to the finals and could get the chance to wrestle Jake Michaels for the Meltdown title. All week I've been hearing, ‘Marri you should be excited’ , ‘You should be happy, the only female to come this far’, under any normal circumstances I would be, but now I'm not. Why do you ask? Why am I nervous, upset, scared? I'm Marri Tribal, I've beaten the likes of Mike Theory, Homicidal Eddie and Ian Crimson. CM Punk should a walk in the park for you right? "

The cold air was bringing aches to that twenty-four year old body, her hand would come up to the back of her neck rubbing at it. Rubbing at the stain of ink on the back of it, a new tattoo she'd gotten well in Miami. The Hasma Hand, a sign of protection and it seemed like she needed it. Especially were she had placed it, on the back of her neck. One of her worst injuries was when Mina Foxglove pile drove her into the steel steps of a ring. Now a days it was bothering her because of all the work the head been doing to it. That and the fact that she'd been bleeding every time she stepped in the ring. That explained her skullie for the night, it was hiding the bandages.

Her body would recoil, be it from the cold air or the thought of facing Punk, only she would know.

Replaying in her head over and over. The hard fought fight between Derek Davidson and CM Punk. How she watched Punk's leg get picked a part by him and how she felt her stomach flip into knots over it. However she replayed the fight with Ian Crimson over and over again too, that man was almost out to kill her. Knocking her senseless a few times in the match, but it wasn't the beating she remembered.

It was Punk at ringside that bothered her, he'd been scouting Ian and only Ian from what she thought. However it was Punk's own move, it was Punk's Anaconda Vice, that placed that big man away. Clearing her throat again she'd begin to speak.

"You see to the untrained eye, this shouldn't be anything I'm scared of, I shouldn't be scared of CM Punk. You all think, I could easily have this match in the bag. Punk's smaller, Punk's not as big and not as tough. What you all don't seem to understand is that I'm terrified. All the boys before me, they were all child's play. Punk is someone you've got to watch for. You see what Punk's got that those fools didn't have, was talent. He's also got something those boys never had...he's familiar with me. He knows my every move, my every step. All my moves he knows a counter for them. He is also the man who brought me in to NGPW, took me out of the hell known as HPWF, and told me I was better than all of them!

My loyalty, my loyalty will forever lay with CM Punk. Some close friends have said, why not just lay down for him. But I can't do that, you see from the beginning, Punk as always seen me as an equal. And for that I am grateful. But I think Punk's gone back on his word, if he thinks that he can just squash me he's got another coming. You see Punk just like you know my every move, I know yours, I know it all from your Pepsi Twist to your Anaconda Vice. Hell I even did your Anaconda Vice, and took the guy out!

Punk every counter you've got for me, I've got a counter to that. So Punk, as much as this match is going to hurt the relationship we've built on having one another's back, come tomorrow night. Do not underestimate me, because you of all people should know better."


Turning her head away from the camera, she’d look back up into the sky. One last deep sigh would be heard, before the cameras went black.
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