She missed the taste of the whiskey, she missed the taste of alcohol period; listerine just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Kane, Glenn Jacobs, The big-red hemorrhoid, he wanted Vixen to have this match? Well she was going to get it, and it didn’t matter if ODB was going to be canned at the end of this. She was standing up for herself and tonight…things were going to change for ODB whether corporate UCW wanted it to change or not.  Allowing her tongue to flick out at her lips for a moment, ODB looked backwards to see Vixen on the canvas most likely taking in the appetizer that ODB was dishing out. ODB released several grunts and pants as she struggled to bring herself to a vertical stance. Now assuming that Vixen hadn’t found the second wind to remerge to a stand, ODB had turned to her opponent and gestured with [color=white] “Come on.”[/color] ODB commanded as she took in the image of her adversary, ODB needed more adrenaline to pump through her veins, she needed…more.  Nodding her head several times the female would stride directly up to ODB and would hope that the fierce strut would take the she-devil off guard as the female thus pressed her forehead directly into the female who was at the exact height that she was. If this were allowed, ODB would slightly press forward showing in a silent set of words that this dirty bitch, wasn’t taking any of her bull-shit, no tonight, not anymore. If the forehead to forehead lingered, ODB would have then attempted to quickly swing her own right fist into the abdomen of Vixen, in one, then two hard jabs aiming to just temporarily disable the female and would hope that this would cause the female to slightly double over. If this were the case, ODB would attempt to wrap her left arm around the back of Vixen’s head, aiming to tightly lock it into place, but left enough distance between the two at this time to contravene any sort of low blow the dark maned hair had planned. Also in the effort to prevent this, ODB would attempt to ram her right knee directly into the facial structure of her opponent, since she was…of course down there, she might as well put her face to good use. If the bent-over head lock was successful as well as the one sharp knee drive to the face connected, ODB would press forward with her initial plan. If all had been well at this point, the blond would immediately after driving her knee into the face of Vixen, reach down with her right hand to grasp Vixen’s left arm and hook it around the back of ODB’s neck. If this were true, the physical drunk had immediately attempted her luck at replacing her hand placement from Vixen’s left arm down to the fabric over Vixen’s aiming to grasp onto it tightly as the reformed Elektra then bent her knees and then attempted to hoist the fire-crotch into the air, aiming at flipping her over to the point that Vixen’s lengthy legs were now facing the top of the stadium. ODB would hold this pose for a moment, but of course if Vixen had thought any funny business was appropriate the blond newly signed Elektra would have halted her delayed vertical suplex and would have immediately fell back, aiming to slam the dark-haired Elektra’s spinal region into the canvas against ODB’s feet. If this were successful, ODB had paused only a moment before rolling away from Vixen with the aim of getting to her knees, and then placing her hands on the canvas to brace her to a stand. Hoping that this were to have all come into play the enraged Elektra had immediately turned her hips a bit to go ahead and aim her posterior region towards the fellow Elektra. [color=white]YOU WANNA FIGHT BITCH? YOU HAVE ONE BAMNATION IS COMING FOR YOU BABY!” [/color]

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