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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Sept 3, 2020 9:58:29 GMT -6
Triple Threat match for the Women's World Championship vs. vs. "The Queen of the Undead" Alina Bullard vs. Madwoman Szalinski vs. "The Bad Girl" Heather Haze(c) RP Limit: 2
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2020 12:51:23 GMT -6
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2020 15:14:12 GMT -6
“I am Madwoman Szalinski. Twenty one years ago I entered this world as an instrument of pure madness. My mother was locked up in a mental institution while pregnant. I was born in that hellhole among the wailers and shamblers, among the insane. My father was a legend but even he knew that I was destined for a life of mental suffering. He wanted nothing to do with me and soon after my birth I was sent to a boarding school. It was there that my true journey began.”
“My first memory is of a wrestling ring filled with masked wrestlers. It was Mexico City, the graduation ceremony for the temple of lucha, a school that birthed many of the greatest masked wrestlers of all time. My father was in Mexico City to present masks to the graduates, all of whom displayed excitement at such a prospect. A legend who had graduated from their school decades ago, a man with more titles on his resume than a leather worker.”
“Years later I was shipped off to boarding school and those dreams faded. They never went away, but they began to hide themselves in the back of my mind, only coming out on especially bright mornings and especially dark nights. When stress hit or when my happiness was overwhelming, I could see the masks again and the dream was reborn. But then, life would go on. I would return to ballet class and those dreams would once more hide themselves.”
An empty wrestling ring in a darkened gym. In this undisclosed location we find Madwoman leaning over the top rope of the left side of said ring. The air is hot and steamy, as if Madwoman only recently finished training. Moreover, Madwoman’s flesh is covered in sweat. The masked girl is breathing heavy between her words, proof that she has in fact been training. The camera zooms in on her masked face revealing a look of determination.
“I escaped that school and became a professional wrestler. You can call me crazy. You can call me a gimmick. Say what you will but at the end of the day I am a professional wrestler. I am a pure wrestler. I’m not a model. I’m not a porn star. I’m not a body meant to bring in viewers to our show. No, I’m Madwoman THE WRESTLER. I stand in stark contrast to Alina and Heather Haze, two women who aren’t pure wrestlers. Heather Haze, for example, is a marketing ploy. She’s here to bring in eighteen year old fans who jerk off to her pictures on social media.”
“Heather Haze, like so many others in professional wrestling today, is a parody of a professional wrestler. She lucked into a world title. If the roster had been as packed as it is today when she had her match she would not be a world champion. She would just be Heather Haze, the biggest slut in ECWF. Every second that Heather Haze holds that championship it loses value. Heather Haze devalues women’s wrestling as a whole. We, the women who wrestle in ECWF, are worse off because of her.”
“Heather wants to take women’s wrestling back to the nineties when women were little more than eye candy. That disgusts me to my very core. I struggled my entire life to become the wrestler I am today. I sweat, bled, and cried to become who I am. I did all of this and yet a piece of eye candy is the women's world champion of ECWF. It’s time for a change. It’s time this entire industry changes and it begins on Revolution when I take that championship from around Heather’s waist. I’m going to embarrass you, Haze. I’m going to show the entire world that you’re not just a fluke but that you don;t even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as Madwoman Szalinski.”
Madwoman picks herself up and moves towards the center of the ring. She bends down and places a hand on the canvas. There’s a pause as she runs her hand over the canvas. It’s as if she is embracing the ring and showing her love for the sport.
“As for Alina I’m not even sure why she’s in this match. I earned my shot through hard work and stealing a victory from the jaws of defeat. Tell me why she’s here. Tell me what she’s done to earn this spot. The truth is that she hasn’t done a single thing that justifies her inclusion in this match. I don’t care if she’s a zombie, a vampire, a cook, or my Aunt Sara; she shouldn’t be here. She should be in the dark match or in a strip club somewhere having quarters thrown at her.”
“She’s here because the people in charge can’t have their cash cow Heather Haze looking like a rookie in a singles match against the best woman they have on their roster. They’re hoping Heather won’t look too bad so they add in the wildcard of Alina as if it will change a damn thing. It won’t. Alina is having her face caved in by me. In fact, so is Heather. You can throw as many wildcards as you want in this match. You want to make this a hardcore match? A ladder match? A submission match? Bitch, I’ll still win. You can’t stop me. I’m undefeated in ECWF and that ISN’T CHANGING!”
Madwoman stands to her feet and lets out a wild roar. Her eyes have a look of pure insanity to them. She has changed. The balance she had at the beginning of her promo has disappeared. She is insanity personified.
“UNDEFEATED MADNESS! I HAVE CHOKED OUT AND KNOCKED OUT EVERYONE PUT IN FRONT OF ME!”
The insane woman begins stomping on the canvas and beating her chest.
“Heather Haze! Alina! You will step forth into battle with the only true wrestler in this match! You will feel the blaze of my INSANITY!”
She calms herself. Her voice becomes nearly a whisper.
“Let madness reign. Let Madwoman reign. The champion is dead, long live the champion.”
We fade to a commercial for ECWF Revolution.
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Post by Alina Bullard / Kiara Rayne on Sept 18, 2020 22:06:08 GMT -6
The stage is set. Lights shining bright as the technicians flicker them off and on to make sure each bulb works properly. Others run around making sure everything is set up and ready for the night festival of events. Checking every inch of the stadium as the clock starts dwindling down closer to the hour at hand.
Tonight, the fates have set their cards down and destinies will be fought to the brink of death. Each man and woman fighting to win to move on to their goal. Being able to claim what the blood, sweat, and determination this job is about. To beat the best and be the absolute best.
In the stands one of those people sat. Looking down watching and waiting. Biding her time to get in that ring and give it everything she had. Nothing was going to stop her from achieving what she would take. She would do whatever it took to make sure she got her well-deserved victory.
“Alina. Alina.” Someone called her name from ground. It was Crystal Miller. Ugh just the opposite of what she wanted to do. But hell she needed to make sure the
message got to her opponents. Alina made her way down and stood across from Crystal.
“Alina, you have a match coming up in just a couple hours. Any thoughts? I mean you are going up against the women’s champion Heather Haze and the undefeated Madwoman Szalinski.” She puts the mic towards Alina.
Standing there a smile forms across her face. Alina begins to laugh uncountably for a few minutes. Crystal just looks at her with a confused look and begins to step back.
“You should be scared. Maybe you should even run.”
\Crystal freezes and as the mic starts to shake slightly in her hand. Unable to stop staring at Alina.
“Some reigns are over, and defeat is the only option they have left. Both Heather and Madwoman should know this. My reign has begun and will stay that way.”
Alina’s face turns upward as the light above her slowly starts to dim out. Leaving her face lightly dim.
“I’ve never thought of either of them as much a threat. Why should I? Heather only allows to be a puppet on the strings of the board members. She has a pretty face and body, but it’s been bought and sold for the bottom line. No use having someone that will deflate like a rubber sex doll as soon as a real fight comes along. So really not worried.”
She slowly begins to move closer as each step the lights begin to go out and continues to speak.
“Madwoman, madwoman remind me again why the hell I care anything about this woman? I welcome the challenge of facing you in the ring. I want to show you what you all things in the dark do go bump in the night. We’ve never faced off and I’ve earned everything. I’m not afraid of a fight. Remember Madwoman I’ve not come from Hell for I am the ruler of Hell. I welcome my darkness and give into the nightmares. I am outside rules of law and play in the blood of those beneath me.”
As if on que the lights go out all over the arena with only the camera light showing upon Alina. Her black eyes matching her soul and as the smile leaves her face the words ring.
“Those that walk in death shall embrace it as a friend. Never to know that death is neither friend nor foe. So, darkness will devour those most deserving.”
“Heather Haze and Madwoman I fear neither death for I am the darkness you were warned about. Some monsters shouldn’t have their cages rattled.
I shall not embrace you but welcome you’re death at my hands.”
Crystal screams as the scene cuts to an end.
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