LAYLA EL'S ANGER HAD PAID OFF - ONCE AGAIN!
Layla had fully explained to Adam Extreme what was on her mind. Her anger usually helped her get her way;
She had gotten all that she wanted - but there was more that she needed from him, and she couldn't
wait to ooze it out of his pathetic, miserable ass. "Look, Adam" she said, smirking as a camera panned
on the brunette, gripping onto a microphone, with her beautiful palms. "I understand that -"
"You've allowed my partner, MARYSE OUELLET, return to these establishments. But, let's get things straight - that isn't the
last straw, Adam." the feisty in-ring beauty began to chuckle. "Adam, we all know that I WILL get the last word."
Layla went on, with a smut-like tone of voice. "So, if I were you - I'd give this bitch what she wants!"
she began to chuckle, and compliment herself, once more. "And, do you know what this bitch wants, Adam?! This bitch wants her title back!"
"Adam, let's make this short & sweet. You're a vindictive son of a $#@()@#*! You can't stand to see me,
of all people - the one person who isn't scared of you, as a champion. So what do you do? You strip me of my title."
"Yeah ... Yeah, because that's ALL you can do. If you wouldn't have, Maryse and I would have kept that title,
until we left this shitty excuse for a wrestling federation. Face it, Adam. Me and Maryse make a better team than your main-eventers."
"Extreme - we were the champions, we deserved to be them, and we SHOULD have kept them.
But, no, you pitiful bastard. You had to have your little vindictive, conniving ways, and take it all away from us."
"And, Adam, when we retain the titles - THAT WE NEVER LOST, the site of us raising those tag team
titles over our heads, will crawl under your skin, and eat you alive."
"And, you know what, Adam? If that's how you want it - that's how you'll bloody well get it!"