Seconds after leaving in exit backstage, from a BANGER hard fought fight, Sone reemerged onstage with mic in hand.
"Oh.. lest I forget! Thelka! Thelka, Thlaka, yaka.. make me wanna hack! Ya be such a forgettable after thought! But.. Ye know?!"
Throwing up a palm, joining her short shoulder shrug of 'wat'cha gyuna do?'
"Ya did such a good job at the Rumble, yer persistence in catching my attention, I hafta toss an earnest answer, as promised!
As a blonde bigfoot, you sure earned more than macrophilia simps!" Sending a mock clap over her fist gripped mic.
Emiko's eye took to the fans in stands, searching, as she questioned. "Why did I; The Grand Mamushi, choose you? Singling ya out from all the other competitors?!"
Lips parting in a cheshire smile, showing those dangerous ivories, eager for a response from her audience. "C'mon, ye know.." Sone smugly urged.
"It's not because ya didn't belong in the Queen's Tournament, cuz, clearly yer no Queen! Certainly not, with the way you talk!"
Emiko's face expressed a cringe, as if having to mention that disgraceful thought!
"Threats made in words so disgusting at Armageddon! Nay, I shan't repeat, lest I be regarded as a orc harlot in a struggling hotel!"
Breaking out in a laugh at her own slandering of the Austrian! Sone had to lower her mic for that riveting belly buster!
One could wonder if she would say such things in the presence of Thelka Mandl herself!
A growing respect for the Beautiful Spectre, from fans, as they laid down defensive jeers toward the Enigmatic Monster!
Waving a hand above her head, while boos reigned down on her subsiding chuckles.
"Ha, heh heh.. Okay, okay.. Seriously.." Wiping hair out of her face, while she managed to set her expression down at a serious note.
"An outlet. Merely an outlet. Outlet in petty spite, is all it was." Then drawing up the back of her hand, covering a wrinkled nose, in frown!
"Now bathe ya'self, yer stench.. it lingers." Making a final jab, before taking a few steps back, turning and exiting, to join Eliza backstage.
"Oh.. lest I forget! Thelka! Thelka, Thlaka, yaka.. make me wanna hack! Ya be such a forgettable after thought! But.. Ye know?!"
Throwing up a palm, joining her short shoulder shrug of 'wat'cha gyuna do?'
"Ya did such a good job at the Rumble, yer persistence in catching my attention, I hafta toss an earnest answer, as promised!
As a blonde bigfoot, you sure earned more than macrophilia simps!" Sending a mock clap over her fist gripped mic.
Emiko's eye took to the fans in stands, searching, as she questioned. "Why did I; The Grand Mamushi, choose you? Singling ya out from all the other competitors?!"
Lips parting in a cheshire smile, showing those dangerous ivories, eager for a response from her audience. "C'mon, ye know.." Sone smugly urged.
"It's not because ya didn't belong in the Queen's Tournament, cuz, clearly yer no Queen! Certainly not, with the way you talk!"
Emiko's face expressed a cringe, as if having to mention that disgraceful thought!
"Threats made in words so disgusting at Armageddon! Nay, I shan't repeat, lest I be regarded as a orc harlot in a struggling hotel!"
Breaking out in a laugh at her own slandering of the Austrian! Sone had to lower her mic for that riveting belly buster!
One could wonder if she would say such things in the presence of Thelka Mandl herself!
A growing respect for the Beautiful Spectre, from fans, as they laid down defensive jeers toward the Enigmatic Monster!
Waving a hand above her head, while boos reigned down on her subsiding chuckles.
"Ha, heh heh.. Okay, okay.. Seriously.." Wiping hair out of her face, while she managed to set her expression down at a serious note.
"An outlet. Merely an outlet. Outlet in petty spite, is all it was." Then drawing up the back of her hand, covering a wrinkled nose, in frown!
"Now bathe ya'self, yer stench.. it lingers." Making a final jab, before taking a few steps back, turning and exiting, to join Eliza backstage.