Da Paucity of Poise

Azurine Vebbins: Vivid vernacular. Vulnerable visage. Veteran vexation. Dese describe why asymmetrical aggression awaits dis pleasant peasant. Name’s Azurine Vebbins. Mention dis since it’s my first foray wid Kin’ George VI Wrestlin’ Club. I’m girded for glad-handed, ganged-up glitzkrieg. One cannot be caught off-guard when defendin’ herself in a ballet rumba. Plus, offensive odds are nine noblewomen versus one nimble ninnyhammer. Nine years nailin’ naysayers. Fatuma Kaif, Jemima Ransome, Tiki Gorman, Naoko Dod, Constantina Williams, Lady Victoria, “Da Cali Girl” Karly Ward, Kad-y Cole, and homeland heroine Jessica Carter. I anticipate such adversaries anglin’ alien allegiances. Half-hearted hooligans often haggle wid haughty hands. Dose temporary tandems soon topple. Meanwhile, “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” gonna clean her canvas cottage of cinder-clumpin’ combatants. None of da ladies listed earlier shall nock me like an arrow over da top rope. Instead, expect entrants besides yours truly to flex, flail, or flummox usin’ foregone ferocity. Dat's how I'm earnin' da British Women's Championship & Belt. I plan on pummelin' everyone wid da paucity of poise.