oooOOOOOEEEEEEEE!!! Ain't it just GAWGEOUS, folks? I've got spandex, leather, flowers, fringe, and OODLES of attitude...all the better to run a few more so-called "heroes" out of the territory. The idiots in the crowd are even smellier than their "heroes", but with even less balls! I shall surely be champion over you piggish oafs before long-for if the promotion won't grant me some long-deserved title shots, I'll just keep on putting more and more of these alleged "heroes" out of professional wrestling. The Wild Irish Rose is certified, qualified, and bona fide, and any who fail to see this shall surely be smeared with bright red lipstick. While we're on the subject of me forcing my luscious bod onto other wrestlers, when you come to the show be sure to check out my cute little hot pink g-string...it gives new meaning to the phrase "The Total Package". The Wild Irish Rose-a real man for a new millenium! |
