At an EBWF House show, Fastest Girl Alive hit the sound
system. The diva division's latest addition strutted out to the sassy beat,
mouthing off to the point her head shook wildy, and making each of her
movements grandiose and dramatic. She was in a flashy get up that matched her
over the top attitude: gold shutter shades, a leather jacket with rivets all
around and cut outs on the sleeves, and red and black duo toned wrestling
outfit. Not far behind the fragile girl was a beefy man in a nice sweater vest,
slacks, a golf cap, gold chain, and hipster glasses with the lenses punched
out.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, making her way to the ring, Sasha Banks!
The reaction was mixed, most of the audience unsure of how this new character would be. But everyone in that arena was about to find out.
Sasha hopped onto the apron, waving off the crowd as her escort, Angelo Dawkins, held the ropes open for her to get in. When Sasha made it to the center of the ring, a mic was handed to her and Angelo stood off to her side, arms folded over his chest as he nodded his head in approval.
Sasha Banks: I am... Boston's. Baddest. And I am... The Diva's. Finest. Yea, The Boss of EBWF has arrived.
Another pop from the crowd. Sasha kept smiling not so innocently.
Sasha Banks: You can also refer to me as the 'HBIC' because I am the HBIC. Head "Boss" In Charge. That's right, you heard me. I'm tryna keep it PG for all the little girls in here. And I'm also referring to the children backstage, claiming to be a bad chick.
Angelo was still bobbing his head up and down, his frame leaning back and to the side slightly as he watched and listened.
Sasha Banks: I'm not like these other girls, I'm different. All they do is talk and talk and talk. People wanna talk cuz silence screams the truth. Blah blah BLAH. Me? I. Throw. Down.
The crowd began to make more noise over her. She already had a lot to say and they weren't buying it. Sasha pulled off her shades and turned to look at her bodyguard. She smacked her lips.
Sasha Banks: I don't need ya'lls approval! Angelo... Who's the baddest?
She flicked her wrist to point the mic in his direction as she put her other hand on her hip, and waited for his response.
Angelo Dawkins: You are.
Sasha put a hand to her chest and swiveled her entire body this time to face him.
Sasha Banks: Why are you SO boring Angelo! I said, Who's. The. Baddest?
Angelo Dawkins: YOU Are.
That time there was a little more front behind it. Then she turned and faced the crowd and walked up the the ropes, yelling at the crowd without the mic.
Sasha Banks: Who's the Baddest?!
There was a lot of noise but no clear answer. She brought the mic up one last time.
Sasha Banks: You're about to find out.
With a smirk on her face she put her shutter shades back on and snapped her fingers in front of her, before walking back to the announcer and shoving the mic into his hands. She motioned for Angelo to follow her as she made her exit, keeping her back to the crowd.
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, making her way to the ring, Sasha Banks!
The reaction was mixed, most of the audience unsure of how this new character would be. But everyone in that arena was about to find out.
Sasha hopped onto the apron, waving off the crowd as her escort, Angelo Dawkins, held the ropes open for her to get in. When Sasha made it to the center of the ring, a mic was handed to her and Angelo stood off to her side, arms folded over his chest as he nodded his head in approval.
Sasha Banks: I am... Boston's. Baddest. And I am... The Diva's. Finest. Yea, The Boss of EBWF has arrived.
Another pop from the crowd. Sasha kept smiling not so innocently.
Sasha Banks: You can also refer to me as the 'HBIC' because I am the HBIC. Head "Boss" In Charge. That's right, you heard me. I'm tryna keep it PG for all the little girls in here. And I'm also referring to the children backstage, claiming to be a bad chick.
Angelo was still bobbing his head up and down, his frame leaning back and to the side slightly as he watched and listened.
Sasha Banks: I'm not like these other girls, I'm different. All they do is talk and talk and talk. People wanna talk cuz silence screams the truth. Blah blah BLAH. Me? I. Throw. Down.
The crowd began to make more noise over her. She already had a lot to say and they weren't buying it. Sasha pulled off her shades and turned to look at her bodyguard. She smacked her lips.
Sasha Banks: I don't need ya'lls approval! Angelo... Who's the baddest?
She flicked her wrist to point the mic in his direction as she put her other hand on her hip, and waited for his response.
Angelo Dawkins: You are.
Sasha put a hand to her chest and swiveled her entire body this time to face him.
Sasha Banks: Why are you SO boring Angelo! I said, Who's. The. Baddest?
Angelo Dawkins: YOU Are.
That time there was a little more front behind it. Then she turned and faced the crowd and walked up the the ropes, yelling at the crowd without the mic.
Sasha Banks: Who's the Baddest?!
There was a lot of noise but no clear answer. She brought the mic up one last time.
Sasha Banks: You're about to find out.
With a smirk on her face she put her shutter shades back on and snapped her fingers in front of her, before walking back to the announcer and shoving the mic into his hands. She motioned for Angelo to follow her as she made her exit, keeping her back to the crowd.