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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Nov 15, 2020 9:38:32 GMT -6
Women's World Championship vs. April Dimiter(c) vs. Claire Hawkins RP Limit: 1
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Nov 29, 2020 17:24:40 GMT -6
The camera fades in to reveal the closing moments of the Women's World Championship contenders match that transpired upon the One hundred and fifty-third edition of Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation's Revolution. Alina Bullard, the diabolical Undead Queen, manages to rise to her feet through sheer determination and willpower as the newcomer sits perched atop the top turnbuckle. Then, when the opportune moment arrives, the woman flies through the air as if she were a Raven soaring through the sky in order to deliver the final blow; a second Silver Bullet to the unkillable creature that was ECWF's Undead Queen. The three counted; the end decided. Then, just as the image of April Dimiter is seen locking eyes with her new challenger, the scene abruptly goes black. For several long moments, there was nothing heard nor seen other than the endless black of a vast abyss. That is until a single light suddenly came to life; illuminating a lone person beneath it. The person, a woman with long raven-dark hair and a porcelain pale complexion, stood with a domineering presence that unequivocally commanded the attention of all that watched. With her face a mask of stern determination and eyes naught but shadows, the alluring voice of her's cut through the silent tension that had been built. "Ladies and Gentlemen of the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation, I have done what many of the faithful deemed impossible for me to do; I ended Alina's aspirations for the Women's World Championship. With not one, but two Silver Bullets I effectively killed the supernatural force that sought championship gold at the expense of the current champion. Yet, for April Dimiter, that only means her reign has gone from bad to worse. For, instead of facing a certified ECWF legend, she is forced to share the ring with a newcomer whom she has already deemed unfit to challenge her.
An absurd thought when you realize that she herself was unfit to challenge Heather Haze."Slowly, a Cheshire-like smile began to tug at the corners of the woman's deep red lips. "Then again, absurdity has been at the forefront of your twenty-twenty hasn't it April? After all, it has been documented many times that you have an incurable sickness when it comes to flagrantly asinine claims and unfounded boats. For example, the claims you made during Heather Haze's little....segment in which you made some fairly absurd statements."With an elaborate flourish, the woman raised her left hand up to the height of her shoulder and loudly snapped her fingers. As if on a wordless command, two more lights appeared to come to life in order to illuminate the visages of Heather Haze and Nikki Walton; former holders of Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation's Women's World Championship. "That night you claimed that the reigns of these two women should not be recognized; that their achievements shouldn't be touted and celebrated solely because you felt that you never lost the Women's World Championship. In fact, you went so far and declared that Heather's year-long reign and main event status at Starrcade fourteen to be nothing more than an overly elaborate stint of a paper champion. Yet, from where everyone else sits, you're nothing more than a delusion shill of an athlete who allows their childish sense of jealousy and ineptitude to color their bias; bending the narrative of reality so that your fragile ego is left unbruised.
If anything, it is YOUR reign that should not be recognized as legitimate."With the second snapping of her fingers, the lights illuminating the images of Haze and Walton went dead only to be replaced by a third separate light that came to life; the visage of the champion herself basking within the glow of a single light. Yet, despite the sudden change in lighting, it was the disappearance of the woman's cat-like smile that kept the attention of the viewer. "Correct if I'm wrong but, by your own admission, you quit ECWF while you held the Women's World Championship because you did not see eye-to-eye with the guy that owns the company. Meaning, in no uncertain terms, that you willingly forfeited the right to hold that championship and all rights to it simply because you're an overly greedy bitch. Yet, unsurprisingly, you are so deluded in thought that you unfoundedly claim that you never lost the championship; despite there being documented proof that you did?
Seems like you're in need of a reality check April; a reality check that comes in the form of an undeniable defeat.
In fact, that is exactly what you are going to get once we step into the ring at All or Nothing. During the last Revolution, you sat safely amongst the intrepid duo of Demon and Mathew Weiser in an effort to gauge the skill of whoever met you on November twenty-ninth. Yet, what you bore witness to that night shall pale in comparison to what you'll meet within that ring come All or Nothing. For that was a true confrontation between the very forces of nature that undoubtedly shook the very realities that run parallel to our own!
Just how do you plan on standing against a person that can bring that much fight?
How do you plan to stand against ME?"Turning her attention to the visage of April, the woman deliberately made her way to where it stood; moving with unearthly grace. Once their two lights had merged into one, the woman produced an elegantly decorated knife with a flourish of her hands. Then, as if she were a predator stalking its prey, she moved behind the visage of the Champion; the tip held to its throat. "You can't."With a quick and deliberate motion, she pierced the visage's neck and slid it across in a simple slicing motion. Yet, and thankfully for the squeamish, there wasn't a crimson cascade that many coupled with the notion of a person slitting one's throat. Instead, the visage of April Dimiter quickly deflated as if it had been nothing more than an elaborate blow-up doll falling at the woman's feet in an uninspiring heap. "You see, April, you're nothing more than an inflatable doll to be used and abused by the masses. Whenever you're on camera you talk a big game and claim that you were made to business; to be a star. Yet, at just about every opportunity given, you deflate and prove that you're filled with nothing more than hot air and empty words. Even when you rarely attain victory it's an embarrassment to everything; to ECWF and to the Women's World Championship. Therefore, much to your chagrin, I'm going to be taking that championship from you and I'm going to do what you will never be able to do; give it meaning and prestige.
Unlike you, April, I do not demean and insult without purpose or reason. Neither do I make wild claims and absurd accusations. When I speak, people listen eagerly for it is nothing short of the truth. When I step into the ring, people eagerly await the spectacle that only I am able to provide them.
This Sunday, when it truly will be All or Nothing, you will quickly discover that your All amounts to absolutely Nothing.
The Banshee of the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation battlefield is coming, April; the Women's World Championship shall be MINE!"Using the frantic energy that had been building, the woman reared back and let loose a savagely guttural scream that would cause even the fiercest of monsters to second guess themselves upon hearing it. Then, as the camera began to fade, the woman ceased her scream and fixed the camera with deadly diabolical glare; the iris of her eyes seemingly glowing a frightful red within the shadow cast upon her face by the light. Yet, even as the scene completely faded to black, her haunting voice could be heard. "Quoth the Witch; Forevermore."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2020 19:01:34 GMT -6
The ECWF Women's World Championship is shown on a table
Voice:This is what you're after?? a championship that you don't deserve...A championship i have earned not once but twice
April Dimter walks around and sits at the table then she grips the championship and puts it on her shoulder
April Dimter:See Claire Hawkins..you think you're ready but you're not
April Dimter:Claire if you get lucky and i mean if...you know i always have a contractual rematch
April Dimter:And who knows when i will take if you actually beat me which won't happen
April Dimter stands up and walks away
Scene Fades
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