Mosh and Ginger vs Azzy and Samantha

National Hot Fudge Sundae Day



Their promotional material opens with “Mrs. Most Marketable” Azurine Vebbins and Samantha Demars performing tagging drills. Demars stands on the apron holding onto the tag rope while Vebbins begins bantering on the much-touted tag-team tango versus Chris Mosh and Ginger Knox.



Azurine Vebbins: Sunday night at MHW Mile High Spectacular Dree, I am tasked to tussle against “Da Vaingloriously Impotent Prat” Chris Mosh and his “Side Pocket Countess” Gin-juh Knox. Dey are two samplers served cold by a half-hearted hostess. Management isn’t sure where to place dem on da menu. Bode come across tasteless from lack of savory seasonin’. Forget a dash, folk. Mosh and Knox need a full-on sprint of salt. Imagine my dance partner Samanda Demars would promptly pepper dat duo wid punches upon chanter request. Since trainin’ what seems like many montages for dis tango, she and I’ve become Da Full Meal Deal.



Samantha Demars low-five tags Vebbins so she can practice rudimentary combat choreography. She runs ropes east to west, ducks a clothesline, and delivers a shoulder block on the rebound. She repeats this routine while stating her spiel.



Samantha Demars: What’s The Full Meal Deal? It’s an enticing eating experience which features an enticing entree and a decadent dessert. I, Samantha Demars, view myself as the enticing entree. I’m entering this exhibition with a meat and potatoes mentality. Learned how to throw a mean T-Bone Suplex from Azurine. Think she had me master that maneuver since we’ve raised tons of beef with our opponents. A few of those should mangle that man-child Mosh into mush.



As for Ginger, there’s several skillet-starching slaps saved for you, goldbricker. You believe Loverboy’s got you locked down tighter than whichever fort he fornicated in last? Vebbs and I are gonna conduct a thorough security check.



“Da Vivacious Variable” taps Demars on the shoulder to make a reassuring rejoinder. Afterwards, she high-fives Samantha to compound confidence.



Azurine Vebbins: We’ll double verify vulnerabilities. Notion you’ll blab ’bout dose brilliant blow-softs who call demselves “Moshers” next, eh?



Samantha Demars: As I’ve heard you say multiple times: “I appreciate da logical lay-up.” Azzy and I aren’t naïve. When we take pride in our physical presence, some inside Ball Arena will declare damning dissent. Samantha Demars is too much to stomach. She’s difficult to digest. Who would ever stick a fork and tell her she’s done? “Da Adorkable Angel” and I knew initially this bout would be about body positivity. That’s why she invited me to Pole Fitness class so I’d feel comfortable in my own skin again. When we win, it proves trusting teammates beat lousy lusters.



“Da Damsel in Dat Dress” gives a good luck pat on Samantha’s backside which sets up a transition for her closing remarks. Demars steps between the top and middle ropes onto the apron, holding a nearby tag rope.



Azurine Vebbins: Additionally, Samanda and I possess zero worries regardin’ sleepin’ on da couch or gettin’ kicked out of bed. Tends to happen when your separate supportive someones are actually amorous on screen as much as dey are off. She also mentioned how I’m da decadent dessert when describin’ how we’re Da Full Meal Deal. Sunday, July 25 for dose who follow me on Twitter is National Hot Fudge Sundae Day. Vanilla ice cream covered in gorgeous, gooey, heated chocolate wid a chewy cherry on top? Dat’s me plated wid a salacious slice of homemade humble pie. Da Full Meal Deal shall cover da spread at Mile High Spectacular Dree. It’s all a matter of timin’ and Allan Parsons Project “Sirius,” Chris, da referee I brin’ to dis rumba counts better dan your broad. As for who will waltz into Ball Arena as a confirmed champion? I earned a waist halo last Monday. Grappled wid more grit and gumption dan you could ever muster squarin’ up to dat daft, Disney-fied dastard. We’ll dance again, Mosh, but I’m not havin’ you dine and dash out of Denver. Full Meal Deal’s handin’ you da check when da final bell tolls.



Vebbins leans against Demars’ shoulders confidently as the camera fades to black.