“…Truth be told, Mademoiselle, Liv Morgan was as they say, ‘the cunt’, but you’re only two hairs of being one yourself, no? Putain…Back off my man, or I’ll give you something else to worry about, yes?”
She’d tilt her sunglasses slightly, staring right at AJ.
"Gee, I wonder how much money was spent to make that sign.
Sorry that Andrews dick is broken like a half-consumed twinkie. Sorry not sorry about Liv, bitch~."
The fan in the front changes up the sign as it now flashes:
> “Watching you and Punk is like watching a re-run of an episode of Golden Girls, except without the awesomeness that is Betty White and not nearly as talented.”
The fan’s way of doubling down on the ‘you’re old’ joke.
There’s a fan flashing a giant LED animated sign on the front row, specifically to HECKLE AJ Lee:
> “AJ LEE: YOUR HUSBAND NEXT MONTH IN VICE CITY WHEN ANDREW SENDS YOUR MAN TO THE DIRECTLY TO THE RETIREMENT HOME:”
@EMWMultiSkills
Manon is sitting back with an ever-widening smile upon her face. She bet 5000€ euros on her precious Andy before sticking her tongue out.
“Pathétique. Voilà ce qui arrive quand on mise sur le mauvais cheval, n'est-ce pas ?”
That monkey in attendance is paying good money on Spider-Man. And Andrew is ruining it.
Cue a very /angry/ monkey giving a dramatic finger pointer to him over the current beatdown!
“ . . . I hate that you have that kind of effect on me…and I hate that you have a bloody point…”
Andrew let out a slight huff before sighing, finally relenting as he allowed the French judoka to drape herself over him…not that he really minded deep down…
“Ohhhh, non non non! My little precious Andy need not to be so angry, ma cherie~”
She pulls the angry little Brit into her embrace before squeezing her boyfriend face into her tits and smirked.
“After all, darling, it’s just an annoying little spider, you can squash it later~”
@EMWDLC@EMWFed@Enigma01_Io — lowering her shades slightly off her eyes and kissed Manon deeply before smirking again and rejoining Callisto back on that designated path, pyro shooting off:
> “YA MAKE EVERYTHING, GROOOOVY! C’MON, WILD THING!
Wild Thing…I think I love you…
BUT I WANNA KNOW FO’ SURE!” —
@EMWDLC@EMWFed@Enigma01_Io — So when he spotted the French pinkette, @FrenchBlissKick waving to him, he would regard her with a knowing smirk before deviating through the ‘path’ designated through the crowd, he instead made a bee-line for Manon, whispering something unheard to anyone else before —
It has been a VERY LONG DAY at the recording studio, but this is something Liv was all too happy to do for her Daddy Andy. She, along with Larx, Chloe, Blake Monroe, and even Manon Legrand are recording Andy’s new entrance song~
@EMWMultiSkills@GlamourEMW@FrenchBlissKick
— Oh wait—YA CAN’T BRUV, YA EIGHT and NINETEEN LOSER. Guess Logan Paul at Home with a record below .500 can SHUT THE FUCK UP NOW. Got a shit record?? Welp, better shut the fuck up then!”
“Also, says a lot when this cheeky little slag’s single record in EMW is 8 wins and /19 LOSSES/. Says he feels he’s owed a push, proceeds to shit bed NINETEEN TIMES. Oh what, that piss you off, mate?? Maybe you ought to consider challenging for my EMW World Heavyweight gold… —
"Just gonna say it right here. Look at the Win/loss record Andrew mentioned to Colton.
Now remove the wins that Colton cheated on. How many legitimate wins does he has now?"
Of course Sami is being ruthless on him.
“Ah, so this is why the world finds Americans so obnoxious. At first I thought it was Logan Paul, but as it seems, it’s just some random idiot American.
Comme c’est pathétique…Réduis-le à néant, mon amour.”
@EMWMultiSkills@EMWDLC « He rolled his eyes.
“No more. This whole Andrew Graves push project has been fun and all, but that ends tonight. And if I have to be the one to finally shut his ass up, and everyone who blindly follows him because he’s at the top, even better. Fuck you, Andy.” »
Andrew had inwardly died a little inside after seeing that infernal fumo. He regrets its existence…
Nevertheless, he took the fumo and the marker, and soon wrote a note on the tag:
> “To: Manon,
Remember: Who Dares, Wins. Je t'aime!
Signed,
- Andy Graves aka ‘Wild Thing’~” —
“Attendez — Monsieur Andy…Pourriez-vous dédicacer mon Andrew Graves Fumo ? S'il vous plaît ?”
The pinkette handed Andrew a marker as she nervously twiddled her thumbs as the world judoka champion blushed.
“…I am Manon Legrande, it is an honor to meet you, Monsieur Andy~”
Andrew merely chuckled, shaking his head as he sighed quietly.
“…Not right this second, but…maybe after my match with Roman Reigns…I might be ‘free’ as a bird…Maybe you should stick around and watch. Try not to be /TOO/ jealous of Roman though, he’s gonna get a pounding~”
“Mon dieu…I am, how you say, smitten by you, Monsieur Andy Graves. I see the way you moved in there, the way you fought and crippled them, it was like art and poetry in motion. C'était tellement beau, tout comme toi, Andy~
I am also how they say, ‘free’ right now?~”