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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Nov 30, 2020 15:48:39 GMT -6
Women's World Championship vs. April Dimter vs. Claire Hawkins(c) RP Limit: 1
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Dec 11, 2020 20:39:50 GMT -6
The camera fades in to reveal the ever-familiar sight of an empty Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation ring; the ropes not yet set upon the buckles. Yet, as one might expect, the centerpiece that drew the undivided attention of those watching was precisely what it should be; the Women's World Championship sitting upon a white marble pedestal for all to see. Sitting upon a black velvet cushion, the Women's World Championship sat so that the iconic strap could be viewed properly; the unmistakable name of the champion on full display. However, all was not as still as it seemed; for a familiar voice began to speak as if it were naught but the wind. "Magnificent is it not? The Women's World Championship has stood the test of time alongside the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation and has gone through four separate changes in appearance. All the while boasting the remarkable achievements of nearly thirty different women. Yet, despite everything, there hasn't been one such as I to lay claim to such an object that demands unparalleled respect and admiration.....
Until now."Suddenly, a hellish symphony of calls from a murder of crows tore through the air as the lights frantically flickered across the razor-thin line of life and death. Although the flickering lasted only a few moments, those few fleeting moments saw various images; images that brought about the feeling of being upon the edge of life and death. Yet, as soon as the light frenzy finished, the viewers were treated to the sight of the new Women's World Champion standing behind a pedestal perched championship. With an amused look upon her porcelain pale face, she gently ran the tips of the fingers of her right hand across the top of the Women's World Championship before fixing her gaze upon the camera; any sense of amusement gave way to a fierce and malevolent glare. "Yet, even as I stand here as the undeniable Women's World Champion, there are those still foolish enough to believe that I have neither the right nor the privilege of being worthy enough to challenge for it. You see, these little flies like to cloud around me in a swarm in a vain attempt to become relevant enough to open the eyes of the faithful so that they can tread amongst the glory laden warrior women that came before. Sadly, these flies fail to realize that they're in fact not flies, but lambs being readied for the slaughter; a slaughter that will only serve to raise more flies as this delicate dance of the Uroboros of fate continues the timeless ravaging of mortal existence."Looking down once more to the Women's World Championship, the raven-haired woman lifted the prestigious championship up to reveal a flesh-colored lump sitting upon the velvet cushion; the deflated face of the April Dimter doll blankly staring into the camera. With a bemused look upon her face, the Women's World Champion draped the championship over her left shoulder before speaking with venomous mirth coloring her voice. "However, instead of offering a new lamb, the powers-at-be decided to indulge April and allowed her to enact the rematch clause that she so proudly professed on having. Why they would allow such an obviously suicidal event to happen is something that I don't quite understand. Then again, it's not my place to do so. Instead, I must once more prove to the entirety of the faithful that I am the Women's World Champion for a reason. I must prove that it was not a mere fluke nor mere happenstance that I soundly defeated April at All or Nothing. I must prove that, unlike her, I truly have the capabilities and prowess within the ring to handle any misguided mortal set before me.
Above all else, I must do what it takes to retain this Women's World Championship"With the look of bemusement now back to the malevolent fierceness of before, the woman gently placed her right hand upon the faceplate of the championship; a protective gesture that promised doom to those that challenged her. With a rhythmic tapping of her index finger upon the championship, the woman continued to glare into the camera before slowly turning her attention back to the fleshy lump that was the deflated visage. "Tell me April, at what point will you finally understand that your existence essentially equates to nothing more than that of a deflated doll? You screech on and on about how you are made for this business; about how there is nobody better. Yet, as All or Nothing revealed, you have been nothing more than an aimlessly bleating lamb that has managed to miraculously survive despite being in possession of an IQ that's lower than that of a pet rock.
Yet, despite my torrent of insults and venomous words, I cannot find myself to hate you.
If anything, I find myself begrudgingly admiring your distinct lack of self-awareness. That particular little speck of intelligence that allows you to carry on without a shred of shame at being the one professional wrestler that has never bothered to evolve further; to truly be made for this business. It's almost as if all you aspire to be nothing more than the very definition of a jobber; paid only to show up and lose."Slowly, the Women's World Champion lifted her face in order to look into the camera once more. Yet, as she did so, her right hand slid down till the tips of her fingers barely touching the deflated fleshy mass that continued to sit there on top of the black velvet cushion; an oddly sublime sight. "Well, regardless of whichever mediocre philosophy you subscribe to, it doesn't change what is going to happen once we step into the ring again. Just like All or Nothing, I'm going to leave you embarrassed and without the Extreme Wrestling Championship Federation's Women's World Championship. However, unlike last time, you won't have an automatic rematch clause to fall back on after I decisively leave you battered and bruised; beaten and broken. Cause that is EXACTLY what's going to happen.
The ECWF faithful know it.
I know it.
Most of all, April; YOU know it.
You are fully aware of just how vastly I outclass within the squared circle and we are both aware of just how terribly you're trembling in fear at the thought of facing me once more. Fear, not April, for I am going to do exactly what it is you're afraid I might do. I will beat you within an inch of your life once more and I will proudly move on to ECWF's Extreme Christmas Wish; where I will once again walk out the same as I walked in.
The Women's World Champion."Unlike before, where there was a fanatic frenzy building up to it, the woman reared back and let loose that guttural scream that had quickly become her own little signature outside of the squared circle. Then, just as she was about to finish that demonically savage scream, the scream cut to black; neither image nor sound. Then, after a few eerily silent moments, the woman's voice is heard once more; uttering a single phrase before the video officially ends. "The Banshee claims the rest at Revolution."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2020 21:41:14 GMT -6
April Dimter is seen sitting in the backstage
April Dimter:It comes a time in a woman's life or hell anyone's life that they need to realize that there is always a second option
April Dimter:Claire..You didn't really read the fine print when you signed that contract for our match..did you??
April Dimter:See you think you have an advantage but while you're spewing your garbage...you seem to forget that I had an automatic rematch clause that i can put in at anytime i wished but
April Dimter pauses
April Dimter:This wasn't the time i had wished but it's here
April Dimter:So tonight i am going to be coming into the match as the challenger but i am walking out as the champion
April Dimter walks away
Scene Fades
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