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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Dec 10, 2020 7:34:23 GMT -6
Triple Threat match for the Women's World Championship vs. vs. Claire Hawkins(c) vs. Isabel Rios vs. The UnKnown Fear FemaleRP Limit: 1
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2020 20:34:39 GMT -6
Monday, December 14
The shot opens on Isabel Rios in her living room, sitting cross legged on her couch, wearing an oversized Montreal Canadiens jersey that covers most of her thighs and a pair of warm socks that reach her knees. Before her on her coffee table is a laptop, open with her attention on the screen, a friendly smile on her face. A voice comes from the laptop, clear, male.
“Ms. Rios, nice to see you. I take it you looked over the contract?”
Isabel smiles and nods, reaching forward to adjust the laptop slightly before settling back on the couch.
“I did, yeah. I had a few questions, nothing too major, just a few little things I wanted to clarify before I sign.”
“Of course, that’s why I’m here. Shoot.”
“Alright, so it mentions in the contract wanting me in your gear for promotional stuff. Just to be clear, I’m not gonna be putting your logo on my ass or anything when I’m in the ring. I’m totally cool with rocking High Voltage stuff in training shots on insta or wearing one of your bikinis or whatever, but in the ring I’ve gotta be able to focus on me.”
“That’s totally fine. The focus for that is really more on promotion via social media, so we’re not too concerned with your wrestling attire.”
Isabel nods again, her smile growing a little.
“Alright, cool. Next thing, for photoshoots or whatever, I have to keep wrestling my top priority, I’m sure you understand. I can’t be booked for anything that’s gonna interfere with shows for me or my training.”
“Not an issue. You’d be our first pro wrestler but we’ve worked with athletes before, we’re capable of working around your schedule for things like that. Besides, as an athlete you’re most valuable to us when you’re at your best in the ring so we wouldn’t want to get in your way there.”
“Perfect. One last thing… how much can I get in free samples?”
Isabel grins widely, the man on the other end of the connection laughing a little.
“The second we have your signed contract I’ll have a case on an express delivery.”
“Mr. Jorgenson, I believe you’ve got yourself a deal.”
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Thursday, December 17
“Alright, great stuff Isabel. I think we’ve got everything we need.”
The shot opens on Isabel Rios, grinning at a cameraman as he and his assistant start to pack up. They’re in a gym, empty save for them; Isabel glistens with sweat, the grappler clad in a bright pink sports bra and matching tight workout shorts, both adorned with the High Voltage™ logo, a pair of white socks that reach her knees and sneakers completing the outfit, her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.
“Never done more than a few cellphone snaps during a workout before. Gotta admit, it wasn’t as weird as I thought it’d be.”
Isabel and the cameraman share a little laugh as she picks up a bottle of water, taking a long drink from it.
“Well, glad it worked for you too then. Maybe next time we can do something outside, get you out in the natural light.”
Isabel shrugs and smiles again.
“Yeah? I’ve got the toque already, you guys gonna hook me up with a High Voltage parka so we can do something out in the snow?”
“I was thinking more about seeing if they want to get you on the shoot in the Dominican in February. We usually head down with some of the models, but I’m sure the bosses would love to get you involved if you’re up for it.”
Surprise is evident on her face but she’s quick to smile.
“I mean, gotta make sure I’m not missing any commitments with ECWF or anywhere else but if you’re seriously offering a free trip to the Dominican and all I gotta do is spend a few days in bikinis getting my picture taken? Hell yes I’m interested!”
She extends a hand to the photographer, shaking his before offering a nod and a wave to the assistant before almost skipping to the locker room door, clearly elated at the prospect of a paid vacation as the shot fades out.
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Friday, December 25
Isabel is seated on concrete steps, wearing a black hoodie, hood up, leggings and sneakers, a light snow falling around her. She has a small smile on her face as she looks into the camera, hands tucked into her sweater pockets.
“Definitely a weird Christmas this year. Never had to catch a flight Boxing Day morning before but, y’know, tis the year for unusual things. Guessing I won’t be seeing much of the snow down in Texas.”
She shrugs, flipping her hood back to let the fat, lazy snowflakes fall down gently to her hair and face.
“So… second match and I’m challenging for the women’s title. Certainly sooner than I expected but I’m definitely not complaining, y’know? But hey, big time players get big time matches and that’s what I’m here for, end of the day.”
Isabel stands, walking down the steps, kicking a bit of snow as she does.
“See, I’m not a witch and I’m not here to ‘save ECWF’ or anything like that. No magic, no ulterior motives. My goals, my intentions are as pure as this snow.”
She holds out a hand, letting a flake fall slowly into it before it melts away from the heat of her skin.
“My goal, above all else, is to be the best. Period, full stop, all there is to it. The sponsorships, the modeling, the training, it’s all for one reason, and that’s to be the elite competitor in ECWF. The training is so I can beat every woman that crosses my path. The sponsorships get more eyes on me, more eyes on ECWF, more recognition.”
Isabel tucks her hands back in her pockets, walking slowly, the camera moving with her.
“I’m not so bold or stupid as to guarantee victory at Christmas Wish; triple threat matches are always chaotic, you always have to have eyes in the back of your head, have to be ready for someone to spring into action and lay you out just as you’re close to putting the other person away. But I know how well equipped I am to take this on. No diss on Claire Hawkins or… does my other opponent have a name? UnKnown Fear Female? Whatever. Point is, they’re both good and capable, but I know I can be better.”
She pauses, rocking on her heels a little, looking up into the sky, the falling snow.
“I’m getting in the ring on the 27th and I’m bringing everything I’ve got, every bit of technique and power and speed and aggression and ability I’ve got. And if one of you can beat me, you do it, you put me down. But be ready to damn near kill yourself to do it ‘cause I sure as hell ain’t laying down easy for either of you. Bring your absolute best ladies, you’ll need it.”
Isabel flips her hood back up.
“See you in a couple days. Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight, right?”
She turns and starts to walk off into the night, the shot fading out as she goes.
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Post by Kevin Hunter on Dec 26, 2020 6:06:47 GMT -6
The show was going as planned when suddenly pink static hit the screen...
A few moments after, the figure of Twisted Liberty (The Unknown Fear Female) steps into the camera frame, glaring into the camera with hatred in her eyes. "It doesn't matter who they toss into that ring tonight, the only thing that matters is that I becoming Women's World Champion--I cure that championship from the diseased hands it's in... Claire Hawkins walks around here thinking she's helping, she thinks she's what this division needs for its survival, but that's not it... she's one of the problems, the only solution is that championship leaving with me! I mean first off theres Isabel Rios, who seems to think everything around here is about fucking muscles, weights and protein... But I’ve got news for you bitch, muscles and protein doesn’t have a damn thing to do with being the Women’s World Champion! That's why I cannot let someone like you win that prestigious women's championship... you're everything the Fear is here for, the virus... the sickness that's killing this company! As for you, Claire... you're the current Women's World Champion, you know the current problem of this diseased ECWF and tonight in a very twisted way... I'm gonna cure that title from you, while keeping it from another diseased bitch! This is the night we begin to cure this business... this is the night the Purge begins to cure ECWF from it's infectious virus running through the veins... this is the night for a very... Twisted Christmas! We don't just want ECWF to survive, we want the wrestling world to survive... we want this entire fucking business to survive and until we have what we came to ECWF for, this business will continue to die everywhere! But tonight it'll all change... Claire Hawkins, Isabel Rios that Women's World Championship deserves something better! Tonight the Women's World Championship will be saved from corruption... the disease, the virus... that women's title will be brought back into greatest and not tainted by your disease' ladies!" Pausing for a second Twisted Liberty seemed to get more and more angry with every word. The eruption from the crowd nearly blew the roof off the building!
"This night is not gonna be just another night that Claire Hawkins adds more names on her list of prey... it's not gonna be the night that muscle lady ape is gonna see as a dream come true... tonight is gonna feel more like a damn nightmare when it comes to that title... when it comes to stepping into the ring with the Unknown... the Twisted Sister... and that women's title hanging in the balance--you both fear it, because you don't what who your stepping into that ring with, you fear everything about the twisted beating your about to get later tonight! The Women's World Championship will becoming home to the Unknown... it will be coming home with the Twisted Sister of Fear, I promise you both that! This night is going to be a damn nightmare as Fear gains not just the Tag Team Championship, but I secure the Women's World Championship... we put a stamp on turning this company in the right direction here tonight when we claim and cure the World Tag Team Championship and the Women's World Championship!" She smiled, underneath the mask, looking off to the side when The Leader stepped into the view, patting her on the shoulder, nodding.
"You see ladies, you have a problem tonight a very Twisted problem, a problem that you won't survive. When you look across the right at this young, hungry talented women you won't be seeing an opponent, you won't be seeing the women that will beat your asses and taking that Women's World Championship... you're gonna see the entire fucking world FLASH before your eyes BEFORE she takes that title and shattered your fucking dreams and makes it feel for a like a goddamn NIGHTMARE! Tonight the Purge is about to take place in ECWF, it will cleanse this tainted company of the era of corruption and tonight we begin to do just that by taking the tag team and women's title's cleansing them from the sins you have it in right now! Rock N' Roll God, I want you to keep in mind... the championship sweet you have fear since the day the Purge walked into your company a few months ago will not end with the Women's World and Tag Team Championships... it will continue until we have what we came to ECWF to get the entire fucking WORLD! Your company is dying, Rocky and you don't have any idea that it is... but starting tonight, starting the Purge... your company will indeed survive these awful times... don't worry, there will be no need to thank us, Rocky." Smirking the Leader stepped aside, letting Twisted Liberty back up front.
"So Claire Hawkins... Isabel Rios, you bring whatever you desire and I will shatter it! Claire you bring the Women's World Championship and I will shatter you entire goddamn reign! This night ladies, this is the night ECWF begins to be cleanse of Covid... the Purge will happen ladies and it will be both of your DEMISE! It will be the rebirth of the Women's World Championship... the REBIRTH of the women's division! When I win tonight not only will this division be saved but it will be lead by the Purge--Welcome to Liberty's Nightmare!" Smiling she stepped out of the camera frame, the crowd erupted as static hit the scene and the scene faded to black.
The crowd was back on their feet as the Purge (The Unknown Fear) was making themselves known, attacking the ringside crew! Twisted Liberty slipped into the ring as the rest of the dominating group continued to throw around the staff, Liberty watched on, cackling deviously, before grabbing a microphone.
"We have tried to save this damn company from exploding into complete and utter darkness... we have tried to rid this company of COVID-ECWF and still we get ignored... but after tonight the ignoring is going to end because not only are we going to claim the Women's World Championship... not only are we gonna claim the World Tag Team Championship, we are going to MAKE Rock N' Roll God remember this night for the rest of his fucking life! I hope your gonna be watching in the back, Rocky because your gonna witness US save this company with our own goddamn hands and when we have done just than and your show has gotten the ratings they deserve and the fans that pays for these tickets with their hard earned money starts putting money in your fucking pockets... you will know the PURGE did that! WE were the ones that put those asses in seats and you will be FORCED to admit the fact!" The entire group slipped into the ring, the Leader pacing back and forth intensely as the crowd roared.
"This may not be the night you were dreaming of but, ladies this is gonna be the night you're gonna get! Claire, Isabel... the night you get will be the demise of everything you stand for... the muscles, and glamor you want as Women's World Champion is going to be your fucking beating! This night is not gonna be the night you two were dreaming about, tonight that Women's World Championship is going to be placed around the waist of a very Twisted Sister and there will be nothing the two of you will do to stop it! The PURGE has arrived and tonight the two of you are going to be burned by the flames of twistedness! The cure is about to be injected and it will stop ECWF from dying off like all the rest of the diseased! This is going to be the night WE start to make ECWF a success... tonight ladies, we let the games of the Purge begin and it will be the demise of Claire Hawkins's diseased, corrupt reign as Women's World Champion it will be the END of the HELL on earth the women's division is in... Isabel Rios you won't have to worry about lifting weights or your damn protein shakes because when tonight's over you'll be sipping through a fucking straw! I'm gonna make tonight like a Christmas Nightmare for the two of you, it's gonna be like Season's Beatings in a roasting fire!" She smiled as the crowd erupted with a mixed reaction, shaking her head the Twisted Queen spoke once more.
"It's time for ECWF to rise back to the glory it once had before these disease virus' tainted everything about this company! Rock N' Roll God continues let them stain this industry, allowing this place to die--but tonight the cure has arrived and it will begin to take full effect, right here tonight with the Women's World and World Tag Team Championship--Claire Hawkins...Isabel Rios, I hope you two are in for a llloooooonnnggg night of pain and suffering because tonight as that women's world title is cleansed from the disease it's in right now! I shatter poor little Isabel's dreams of become Women's World Champion! Tonight, these great ECWF fans are gonna be in for double Christmas Massacre! It will simply put..." Twisted Liberty smiled underneath her mask, looking directly into the camera.
"Seating's Beatings... and a Merry Christmas Nightmare!" The female dropped the microphone at her feet as the group group slammed one of the ringside crew members into the barricade, the man yelled in agony and pain, the crowd roared as security came out as the Leader signaled towards the Unknown Fear to leave as they slowly made their way through the crowd as the scene faded to black.
@tag MADE BY VEL OF GS AND ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Dec 27, 2020 18:29:10 GMT -6
The camera fades in to reveal a festive scene that many would find familiar in one way or another; except with a distinct wrestling twist. For there was a large lush pine tree standing tall and proud in the center of the ropeless Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation ring; decorated to perfection with various wrapped gifts hiding beneath its lowest branches. As if that were not enough, the faint sound of Bobby Helms' classic Jingle Bell Rock could be heard; a heartwarming scene filled with Christmas cheer. However, that was not to last as a woman's melodic voice could soon be heard over the festive melodies; a voice cold and venom laden. "Christmas; a time to bring people together and be thankful for what is truly important. Yet, year after year it has proven to be nothing more than an unashamed cash grab for the hundreds of greedy shills across the world; people no longer spend time together despite being in the same room. In fact, the entire premise of this jolliest of times is nothing more than a charade stolen and built upon by narrow-minded individuals that perpetually seek to reinforce their selfish narratives in hopes that nobody shall question their desperate attempts at control; people undeserving of what has been given to them.
People like Isabel Rios and this Twisted Liberty."Stepping out from behind the overly festive decorated tree, the Women's World Champion made herself known; as attention-demanding and haunting beautiful as ever. Clad in her usual in-ring attire and looking as unamused as ever, the woman reached into the lush green curtain of needles; a loud snapping sound echoing throughout the empty arena soon after. Then, with a newly broken off branch in hand, the woman stepped forward; reaffirming the command she held over the viewer's attention. "You see, neither of these two women comprehends the utter hypocrisy that surrounds them in regards to the Extreme Christmas Wish match they had been given. In fact, contrary to what they might have you believe, neither of them deserve a chance to compete in the Women's World Championship match. Yes, I am keenly aware of how much I sound like April Dimter; however, that does not dismiss the fact that both Rios and Twisted Liberty never competed in matches that were officially contendership matches; that they hadn't earned a proper contender match for my Women's World Championship. For, through the sheer grace of ECWF's owner, they were HANDED these opportunities by way of subpar competition.
Victoria Scott?
Latoya Hixx?
Were they really the BEST options to give an opportunity to compete for the Women's World championship? What about the likes of Lyra Donavon, Alina Bullard, or Lynn Star; all women who deserve a chance merely on name alone. Hell, any women that worked diligently behind the scenes have more of a right than Rios and Twisted Liberty!
Guess I will simply have to prove why at Extreme Christmas Wish; their undeserving ineptitude." With the venom dripping from every word, the branch withered and died within the woman's grasp; becoming nothing more than dry kindling ready to be disposed of. In fact, if one was careful enough, you could visibly see the lush green needles of the pine tree dry and die; as if the woman's words were the very thing that brought forth the demise of 2020's Christmas cheer. "Thing about being such an undeserving little swine is that the parade of falsehood you so vehemently display is incredibly fragile. So fragile that all it takes is a single defeat and the entirety of your existence is called into question; your shallow convictions evaporate without a second thought."Gently grabbing onto the dead branch with the other hand, the woman easily snapped said branch into two pieces; emphasizing the words that flowed from between ruby lips. Holding one up for the camera to see, the woman continued her venomous monologue. "Isabel Rios, the self-styled Canadian Bull of ECWF; you take the utmost pride in the dedication that you have shown to the powerful body that you have managed to rigorously sculpt. Yet, it is that very pride that you desperately cling to that spells the end of your championship ambitions at Extreme Christmas Wish. For it takes more than a pure heart and strong body to stand in the ring with me; to compete with me. Unlike you, this isn't merely a sport to entertain me with nor is it something that takes a backseat to things such as corporate sponsorships.
This is a fucking lifestyle.
Sponsorships mean as much as the years you aimlessly spent wasting away within the Canadian independent circuit. Like a mindless heifer, you thrived in the limited pastures that you were herded into; grazing upon the meager and minuscule competition that happened to have the misfortune of being around at the time; a trend that continued when you squared off against Latoya Hixx. Yet, you now face a woman that has proven to be that which has proven to be what the Extreme Wrestling Championship Federation so desperately needs.
An unrepentant force of nature.
This Sunday night you shall find that all your bluster means nothing; that your strongest means nothing. You can throw me across the ring as much as you please, but every time I rise you'll find yourself becoming weaker; your pride becoming wounded every time you fail. Then, when you have spent everything you have, I shall force upon you the reality that is deemed Top Teir. I shall strike you till you are nothing more than tenderized meat paste. Throw you about until the feeling within has become nothing more than heavy numbness.
Ultimately, I shall slaughter you like the braindead heifer that you were bred to be."With a diabolical smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, the broken branch piece she held began to smolder and smoke as if it were moments away from spontaneously combusting into a fiery flame. Despite the visible signs of such a phenomenon preparing to occur, the Women's World Champion nonchalantly tossed the smoldering piece into the plethora of wrapped gifts that sat beneath the now decaying tree; bringing the other to the forefront. "Then there is Twisted Liberty, the drone seeking to cure the masses. For months you and the rest of your ilk have been spewing near incoherent drivel about how the ECWF has become diseased and how the lot of you are going to claim the various championships in order to CURE the federation of what you call Covid-ECWF. That the group you have become are the ones seeking to deliver us from the tragedies and acts of injustice that plague this beloved place. Yet, despite all the talk and the violent beatings upon defenseless staff members, you have yet to inform anyone of what this Covid-ECWF even is.
Is it an actual disease that a cowardly person on the medical staff has failed to tell anyone about?
Could it be the miscarriages of justice that allow others to thrive while others, who are just as dedicated and skilled, fall to the wayside and into utter obscurity?
Perhaps it is the childish nature of feeling left out and failing to adequately act like adults in order to become part of the group; labeled by a silly name that any toddler could have created.
Who knows? I am fully aware that I don't nor am I under the impression that any of your group knows either. That being said, and stupid names aside, it would be foolish of me not to mention the fact that it isn't just you or Rios that I face in this bout; it's the entirety of this little club that you're affiliated with; that dictates your existence.
Without them you have nothing.
No goal.
No so-called cure.
No reason to even exist within the same ring as the Women's World Champion.
What the Unknown fears, what YOU fear, is the reality that everything you have defiantly declared means absolutely nothing; LESS than nothing. For all the talk of curing the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation through violence, there hasn't been a moment that any of you have proven that what you claim to be true. You haven't purged anyone nor have you done anything other than mindlessly flap your gums in a desperate attempt to claim your place amongst those that truly work for what they have.
You're nothing more than pretenders; pretenders that now face reality.
I see you for what you are and I defy everything you claim to be! You're not saviors nor are you the cure to any sickness; you ARE the sickness. You are the thing that is wrong with this federation; killing it show by show. I see you for what you are and I know that I am the cure to this clown-faced sickness that is running rampant through the ECWF; the sickness that cannot seem to decide what its name should be.
The Unknown Fear?
The Purge?
Just what do you plan on doing if your group can't even decide what to call themselves?
Seriously?"With an exasperated sigh, the woman shrugged her shoulders heavily before throwing her arms into the air; visibly giving up on whatever point she was trying to make. After taking a moment to calm herself, the woman tossed the remaining piece into the dry needles of the pine tree. As if on cue, the tree lit up in a fiery display that caused the camera to become overexposed and blinded by the intolerably bright light that was produced. However, once the light had died down and the exposure became normal once more, the woman proudly known to be ECWF's Women's World Champion had vanished from the scene. Yet, as the fits burned and the tree crackled, her voice could be heard; as if she were a phantom standing near the camera. "Do the two of you see yet?
Despite what you may have done or the words you speak, there isn't anything that either can do to prevent me from the victory that I so seek. This Sunday night, live in El Paso, there shall be a war for the championship that I hold; a war that only I shall emerge victorious from. For I am the Battlefield Banshee and you are mine to take; spirits and convictions alike. So, Isabel Rios and the one known as Twisted Liberty, prepare yourselves for defeat and pray that show some semblance of mercy.
For when the Banshee cries your life is mine."Then, just as a deep and vicious death metal growl is heard, the camera abruptly cuts to black. Once the scream had come to an end, the familiar sounds of a burning tree could be heard for several moments before the video truly came to its end.
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