Why must ODB insist on being so pathetic..? I mean, seriously. She evidently doesn't know her place in the pecking order. Picture this: last week I come out all charged and ready to go for my important non-title match against Serena- and there she is, trying to steal my thunder yet again by sitting in my commentating spot. Aside from the obvious insult, how the One Dirty was even allowed to open her mouth is far beyond me- it's bad enough having to look at her, but if I gave a Jim Ross about our fans (who luckily are morons and therefore deserve no sympathy whatsoever) I would feel sorry for them having to listen to her squawk. So if I may address this little problem here directly- shut up ODBizzle, nobody wants to hear you talk! You sound like a Croaked Toad!!

Nevertheless, naturally I wasn't going to let that little bit of dribble p*** put me off and was once again able to prove why I am the Queen of England, the One and Only and why I am and always will be� The OVW Women's Champion. And by the way, for anyone that doesn't know� Serena is a tough cookie and a real trooper. Putting her down isn't easy for the best of us. And I am the best of us and it wasn't easy. Especially when every time I happened to glance over at the announce table I was confronted with that ugly mug� The sight of which is enough to put anyone off their dinner. There she was, drinking herself into a stupor, flirting with Kenny Bolin and Dean Hill, like her life depended on it� But let's face it, there is no way even the Senior Citizen and the Fat Bastich from Hell would ever want anything to do with that mangirl. Frankly- it was embarrassing. She is a desperate woman. I mean, she tries. I always see her in the back flirting with the boys� And yeah, they do flirt back. But not because she's hot. Not because she's pretty or clever or has a nice body. No, it's partly because she's easy- but mainly for the freak value. And she knows and everybody knows to the point where it's barely worth mentioning, when it comes to me and her� I could always, always take her man. Not that I would want to stoop to her level, but then I wouldn't have to. Now someone like the One Ugly� she takes what she can get. So could it ever be wisdom before beauty? Well, no, not really, because unlike the Drizzle I have both those things� In abundance.

On a separate note- I could say I told you so. It was no surprise to anyone with half a brain and a vague sense of justice (again, regrettably that excludes almost every one of youse imbeciles that watch our show) that last week Paul Burchill was able to retrieve the title that is rightfully his; and not only that, but he beat the Gangly One Idol Stevens fair and square, taking the OVW Heavyweight Championship home to the British Camp, just like I predicted. Now Idol can bite his pearly little teeth out trying to get it back- he just doesn't stand a chance against Burch. Never has, never will. He might as well pack his bag and find himself a rock to lie under where he could perhaps find some success. Counting ants or something�

As for this new guy� whoever the bloody hell he is� He seems to think he can jump right in there at the top of the tree, but turns out the bastich is going to have to prove himself. So far he's running his mouth like he thinks he's something special; but only time will tell whether he has what it takes to go one on one with the Ripper. Whatever happens, I can assure you: I will be watching him very closely.

So yeah, in regards to me and my Championship- as you had the displeasure to hear from the horse's (a.k.a. the Croaked Toad's) mouth, next week it will have been almost thirty days since I defended my title and so yes, it will be on the line. But no, it's not going anywhere. I will beg, borrow and steal to keep that little baby right where it belongs- on my mantelpiece and around my waist.

So watch me walk in and back out of the Davis Arena as the OVW Women's Champion once again this Saturday night at 11pm on the CW�

And don't forget: every Friday night starting June 1 st the Katie Lea Show comes to Six Flags! Be there.
Sayonara� Frag off, bastiches!! Haha�

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Confessions of a Queen 10
Why must ODB insist on being so pathetic..? I mean, seriously. She evidently doesn't know her place in the pecking order. Picture this: last week I come out all charged and ready to go for my important non-title match against Serena- and there she is, trying to steal my thunder yet again by sitting in my commentating spot. Aside from the obvious insult, how the One Dirty was even allowed to open her mouth is far beyond me- it's bad enough having to look at her, but if I gave a Jim Ross about our fans (who luckily are morons and therefore deserve no sympathy whatsoever) I would feel sorry for them having to listen to her squawk. So if I may address this little problem here directly- shut up ODBizzle, nobody wants to hear you talk! You sound like a Croaked Toad!! Nevertheless, naturally I wasn't going to let that little bit of dribble p*** put me off and was once again able to prove why I am the Queen of England, the One and Only and why I am and always will be� The OVW Women's Champion. And by the way, for anyone that doesn't know� Serena is a tough cookie and a real trooper. Putting her down isn't easy for the best of us. And I am the best of us and it wasn't easy. Especially when every time I happened to glance over at the announce table I was confronted with that ugly mug� The sight of which is enough to put anyone off their dinner. There she was, drinking herself into a stupor, flirting with Kenny Bolin and Dean Hill, like her life depended on it� But let's face it, there is no way even the Senior Citizen and the Fat Bastich from Hell would ever want anything to do with that mangirl. Frankly- it was embarrassing. She is a desperate woman. I mean, she tries. I always see her in the back flirting with the boys� And yeah, they do flirt back. But not because she's hot. Not because she's pretty or clever or has a nice body. No, it's partly because she's easy- but mainly for the freak value. And she knows and everybody knows to the point where it's barely worth mentioning, when it comes to me and her� I could always, always take her man. Not that I would want to stoop to her level, but then I wouldn't have to. Now someone like the One Ugly� she takes what she can get. So could it ever be wisdom before beauty? Well, no, not really, because unlike the Drizzle I have both those things� In abundance. On a separate note- I could say I told you so. It was no surprise to anyone with half a brain and a vague sense of justice (again, regrettably that excludes almost every one of youse imbeciles that watch our show) that last week Paul Burchill was able to retrieve the title that is rightfully his; and not only that, but he beat the Gangly One Idol Stevens fair and square, taking the OVW Heavyweight Championship home to the British Camp, just like I predicted. Now Idol can bite his pearly little teeth out trying to get it back- he just doesn't stand a chance against Burch. Never has, never will. He might as well pack his bag and find himself a rock to lie under where he could perhaps find some success. Counting ants or something� As for this new guy� whoever the bloody hell he is� He seems to think he can jump right in there at the top of the tree, but turns out the bastich is going to have to prove himself. So far he's running his mouth like he thinks he's something special; but only time will tell whether he has what it takes to go one on one with the Ripper. Whatever happens, I can assure you: I will be watching him very closely. So yeah, in regards to me and my Championship- as you had the displeasure to hear from the horse's (a.k.a. the Croaked Toad's) mouth, next week it will have been almost thirty days since I defended my title and so yes, it will be on the line. But no, it's not going anywhere. I will beg, borrow and steal to keep that little baby right where it belongs- on my mantelpiece and around my waist. So watch me walk in and back out of the Davis Arena as the OVW Women's Champion once again this Saturday night at 11pm on the CW� And don't forget: every Friday night starting June 1 st the Katie Lea Show comes to Six Flags! Be there. Sayonara� Frag off, bastiches!! Haha�
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