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This baby here was for the weekends, driving around and raising some hell, drinking, brawling and pick up chicks. And exactly this three things brought the Hellraiser here today as she drove down the ramp, holding up her hand to show some devil horns to the crowd while Lemmy Kilmister accompined her to the ring. She drove a few rounds around the squared circle and finally put her bike to rest, stepping down and grabbing for something that was put behind her , a small bag, which she shoved under the bottom ropes before entering herself, jumping up and climbing the turnbuckle.
"HELLLOOOO BASTEEEEERDDSSSSS!"
Again, the delicious mix of cheers and boos, the people may hated her antics in the ring but the wolf was much to charismatic not to find some excitement in her and Finella Edelstein breathed all of it in as she raised her arms again.
"GENTLEEEEMAAAAAAAAN?!"
LET'S RAISE SOME HEEEEEEEEELL!
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The would get their answer as Finella leaned herself back into a corner, beer in one, the mic in the other hand.
"Well, well, well, seems that not all of you, are fans of me, huh?", she asked in her barely comprehensible japanese. She spoke it but so poorly that many words were butchered so relentlessly that it just infuriated the japanese crowd even more. "But guess what, I don't fucking care! Because all of you who boo me are fucking losers. Ja, you heard me. Not only losers here but losers in life! You are the ones with the unhappy marriage, the five kids, the third mortage on your fucking house, stuck in a cubicle the whole day for minimum wage while your ulcers in your stomach grow like some fucking mushroom farm! You envy me! You envy what I stand for and that is why you hate me!You hate me cause I live your dream life! I am at my bodily peak , are beautiful, sexy, strong, drive bikes, jugging beers, fucking cute girls EVERY DAY!"
The boos now rose.
"Oh, shut up, I don't care. I don't fucking care. You, you there down there, what's your name?", she asked and climbed the turnbuckle, raised the mic in the direction of the man, but before he could answer she took the microphone back and shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't fucking care! For me you are Loser Number 3 in the credits of this show.", she said and took another big swig of her beer while the crowd errupted into boos and insults.
Finella grinned and emptied the first bottle, took it and threw it in the direction of the guy she had insulted where it burst right on the metal barricades, sending splinters all around. "Hoit di Goschn!", she shut the guy up in austro-german and went down to grab for her next beer. "Guess what, I have'nt put up this whole show for you. Oh no, I have something bigger in mind. I want to invite a guest to speak with us and telling you why she enjoyed it so much, getting the cherry of her ass being popped!", she laughed and pointed to the titantron and suddenly the broken, messed up, face of Barbara the sparkling idol appeared.
Finella held a hand to her ear and smiled as she opened the next bottle of beer. "You hear that? I am her dark mistress now! You all heard it. So, why not bring my slave out here, huh? Let's see what my little slut has to stay to this whole ordeal! BARBARA! Your mistress is calling, if you are able to walk again then please grace us with your appearance!", she mocked her while the titantron showed the entire lifeshow and torture of the once proud idol, broken under the claws and fangs of the Hellraiser... Finella leaned back against the ropes and looked at the entrance to the arena while taking another big gulp from her bottle.