Zenna Zdunich just shakes her head knowing full well what is coming.
Zenna Zdunich: Alumni Arena…
Zenna look around, taking in the whole scene
Zenna Zdunich: The first time I saw this place, American Murder Log was playing as a package with three other bands.
She nods, smiling to herself at the memory.
Zenna Zdunich: None of us were real headliners yet but together, we could play here.
She scans the whole arena, enjoying the view.
Zenna Zdunich: I have never wrestled here that I remember.
Looking down, she snickers playfully to herself.
Zenna Zdunich: It is possible that Li and I wrestled here really in our career but the booker for that company favored California over the northeast.
Pausing, she nods again, this time acknowledgingly.
Zenna Zdunich: And the drugs would have stopped me from remembering as well.
She turns and stares into the camera.
Zenna Zdunich: So here we go, me versus Kat Jones.
Annoyance creeps into her voice.
Zenna Zdunich: Again.
Rolling her eyes, Zenna sighs heavily.
Zenna Zdunich: Kat is probably loving this too.
The annoyance starts to morph into real anger.
Zenna Zdunich: Wasting her time with me, ja?
The Swede nods knowingly.
Zenna Zdunich: Just another opportunity thrown away by the company on a Zdunich, is that not conventional wisdom?
She glares angrily.
Zenna Zdunich: Come on, say it.
The anger rises.
Zenna Zdunich: Say it.
It boils over.
Zenna Zdunich: Det är ingen ko på isen.
Her eyes flash fire.
Zenna Zdunich: Satans jävla helvete, säg det!
She cocks her head to the right.
Zenna Zdunich: Or do not, we will fight regardless, ja?
Her head straightens up.
Zenna Zdunich: Good, let us fight.
