Azurine Vebbins vs Gabriel Ohio

National Sandwich Day



On a pristine, albeit pitch-black Sunday, November 3rd morning at 3:55 a.m. “The Hardhead Housewife” Azurine Vebbins commences her culinary crafts. Along with National Housewife Day, today marks a cheerful celebration first entertained by an English earl. The royal needed something to scarf down while playing cards according to legend and thus the “sandwich” was born. Then again, unless it’s Strip Schotten-Totten, “Mrs. Most Marketable” and her supportive spouse Nidia Vebbins are less likely to shuffle anything except between their sheets.



“The Adorkable Angel” clicks a timid tongue against her top row of denticles. This causes a hymnal-howling hum to resonate inside the nearby Camerasphere VRD. The meticulous machinery’s screen turns on a touch tepid. Could also be singed from Azurine’s savory spread of breath-taking breads, mouth-watering meats, and carefully-curated condiments.



Azurine Vebbins: Scrum-diddly-umptious salutations, chanters! Azurine Vebbins here pleasantly preparin’ vibrant visual aids and delicious demonstrations. Figured what better way to politely promote two tummy tumblin’ tangos dan grapplin’ wid a gorgeous gourmet on National Sandwich Day. And believe you me, I very much plan to be double booked next Sunday in Red Stick, Louisiana. MHW DrowDown Episode Double X-Six LIVE from da Raisin’ Cane’s River Center hinges on dat happenin’. Should always attempt to persuade da payin’ public to praise proceedin’s instead of project profound petulance. Again, I emphasize attempt considerin’ each individual I’ll be discussin’ provides deyr own particular pestilence.



Given our bracket proximity, it shouldn’t surprise anyone Gabriel Ohio will be spoken of first. Dat malignant, monstrous muck sours decent dough. My instincts indicate immediate intolerance for da several slices of sadism he loafed to “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire. Similar to patchin’ din’s up wid blesties, I will break my fair share of his bones like butter top bread. After our tango, I want dat sordid semi-finalist feelin’ nasty, gnarled, gnawed-on, and grotesque. Talk of my triumph should taste terrible on his tongue.



Coincidentally, dat cleverly connects to da combatant I chose for condiments: “Da War Queen” Leah. Main reason bein’ dat someone’s coverin’ da spread on November 10. Wheder it’s da Shieldmaiden she’s scheduled to scuffle in da Semi-Finals or myself later on, Leah’s night ends wid her saucy shoulders pinned down on da dance floor. Some might claim I’ll be tryin’ to “ketchup” or fail to cut da mustard should we pair off again. I learned my lesson and shall lay it on in plentiful portions. However, when mentionin’ da meat of da matter one name remains.



Aye, yea, aye...she is da carne asada of my conga line of logic: Alex “Bullet” Carbajal. Former MHW Phoenix Champion, dame who’s defeated me durin’ every head-to-head hullabaloo, and was selected as da Number 1 Seed of dis Rise of da Phoenix Tournament. Carbajal’s also da adversary I’m adamant facin’ in da foxtrottin’ finale. Deyr’s just more marrow on da bone when battlin’ in our bitter rivalry. Should I square off wid Bullet, “Da Hardheaded Housewife’s” goin’ to ground, pound, and astound her snarky smirk into Shieldmaiden Sausage.



Our scene ends with "The Hardheaded Housewife" continuing to craft sandwiches based on her wife Nidia's preferred specifications.