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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Jan 17, 2021 15:19:52 GMT -6
Women's World Championship vs. Claire Hawkins(c) vs. The UnKnown Fear Female RP Limit: 2
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Post by Kevin Hunter on Jan 31, 2021 7:19:14 GMT -6
"Did you really think you were safe, Claire Hawkins... did you really think we were finished with our business, if you did your dumber than I thought you were, you're holding the one championship that makes the women's division exactly what it needs to be... the Women's World Championship is what makes the women's division survive! With you holding that title this division is caving it's being killed by you and you don't seem to give a shit about the survival of this division... just like every other diseased infesting champion walking around here, thinking they're saving this company... but you all know deep down, you're the problem around here. The life is sucking it's way out of this company and it's your fault Claire... it's on your shoulders and you've let it fade away, you let this division bleed to death, theres only one thing that can save this division and that's for someone to take that Women's World Championship--for someone to pull that championship out of your cold dead, diseased hands and I am that person to save this division from death itself! And tonight, here in Chicago... I'm gonna do exactly that!"The crowd erupted as Twisted Liberty stepped onto the camera frame, the same statue of liberty mask covering her face, she pointed a wooded baseball bat directly towards the camera. "Claire, you hold onto the one thing that can save this division from burning to the fucking ground... they say, the holder of the Women's World Championship and World Heavyweight Championship controls this company... tonight he will start his rise to the Heavyweight Championship of the World when they Purge the Age of the Fall and earn the Harbinger a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship! But for me tonight is about you... and the Women's World Championship--it's about bringing the Women's World Championship out of the darkness and into the light, it's about beating you and saving the Women's World Championship and that's exactly what I will do. See, Claire... we all know how Rock 'n' Roll God don't want anymore of us winning his titles, but what he needs to understand is you can't stop our fucking destiny and that's what this night is about, fulfilling my half of our destiny! Claire, tonight you will find out just why they call me Twisted Liberty!"
She paused, resting the baseball bat against her shoulder, pacing back and forth, letting out a small laugh.
"Rock 'n' Roll God and his little followers, don't understand, but we are trying to save this fucking company from caving... we are trying to stop save this company from it's demise! We have the World Tag Team Championships, tonight in Chicago... I'm gonna secure the Women's World Championship by killing another disease! You may not want to admit, Claire... but your the reason this division is in complete misery... all I wanna do is make it better, I want this division to survive into the future, you... you want it to live in the present, you want this entire division to fucking revolved around you--and only you, but for this company to survive, for this division to move on into the future, it's gotta evolved... without you as the Women's World Champion! Management thinks your doing them good, but your not... you're putting this division, this company into the fucking ground and that's not where a place like this should be! Dangerous Deanna, a five-time Women's World Champion and Trish Angle, a three-time Women's Word Champion--we're two of the many to have put this damn company on the map, they once made this company something great but now... with you holding that Women's Word Championship, this company... this division has become diseased... because to you this division is all about you, without you--this division is nothing... but Claire, you are the problem, your the one killing this division, but tonight I'll end your reign and your disease... your reign as Women's World Champion will be Purged at my hands... I will Burn your reign to the fucking ground tonight in Chicago! Because this division deserves to evolved into something better... something more, it deserves survival from a deadly disease, your deadly disease will parish at the hands of your Twisted Nightmare!" The crowd let out a roar of mixed reactions as she seemed focused on the camera, tilting her head to the side, letting
"YOUR DEMISE HAS ARRIVED.." "YOUR DISEASED REIGN ENDS!" She let out a small laugh before stepping out of the camera frame, the crowd let out one last roar 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 Jan 31, 2021 15:32:09 GMT -6
The camera fades in to reveal the ghostly visage of a city torn asunder by war; buildings bombed into ruin while piles of rubble dotted the land. Yet, most disturbing of all was the plethora of objects of everyday life that were strewn about the rubble; shoes, clothes, cars, and children's toys amongst others. Perhaps the nations had finally come to an impossible impasse or maybe some diabolical leader had decided to start a war to rival all wars, but either way, it was clear that the world of familiarity that people were so accustomed to had long since been purged. Leaving nothing more than an apocalyptic nightmare in its place. However, the nihilistic melancholy of the scene was not without signs of hope and life. Bursting through a nightmarishly gray column of smoke, a child near the age of eleven or twelve clad in torn and dirty clothes ran across the field of hell as if her life depended upon it; panic visibly imprinted upon her soot-covered face. However, she was not alone; soon a piercing flurry of chaotic shrieks thundered throughout the area as a mass of fiendishly thin creatures burst forth in pursuit of the child. Clad in twisted variations of masks and whatever else, the mass chased after the child with crazed cries that were all too familiar to those that were faithful Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation fans; fear-induced adrenaline fueling the flight of the innocent. "PURGE!" "CURE!" "PURGE!" "CURE!" "PURGE!" "CURE!" Over the hills of ruin and through the skeletons of buildings built during a more peaceful time, the child scrambled desperately across the uneven terrain as her twisted pursers steadily continued to gain ground. Then, after fighting through sheer exhaustion, the child finally tripped upon some unknown piece and fell; tumbling down the vestiges of a past forever unknown to her. Battered and broken from her fall, the young womanchild could only watch in fatigued horror as those creatures leaped through the air without regard for their own safety; their dedication for the hunt was as terrifyingly impressive as the simple-mindedness of their pursuit. With time slowing as the twisted creatures neared their fallen prey, the screen abruptly cut to black; leaving the viewer with one tantalizing cliffhanger if there ever was one. "War, a state of conflict between two forces of opposing natures or ideologies; typically amongst the droves of foolish mortals that cannot seem to see past their own selfish desires. Just like you and I, my dearest twisted sister."Fading back from the bleak abyssal blackness of the abyss, the new scene presented to the viewer was that of a ropeless ECWF wrestling ring as it stood valiantly amidst the empty seats within Chicago's United Center; the site of ECWF's World War 4. Clad in attire that would be more suitable for a gothic modal than that of a professional wrestler, the Women's World Champion stood in the center of the empty ring with a remarkably dissatisfied look upon her pale face; eyes burning within displeasure. "Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation faithful, I bid thee welcome to the beloved United Center where the selfish desires of twenty women from separate companies shall drive them in their pursuit of MY Women's World Championship. Yet, despite the impressive collection of talent and relentless dedication assembled, their struggles are only second to that of one other woman; a woman that once more finds herself at death's door.
Twisted Liberty of The UnKnown Fear."Raising her right hand, the Women's World Champion of the ECWF snapped her fingers as the corners of her lips played at becoming a smirk most sinister. Although the resulting sound was momentary, the simple gesture called forth an identical manifestation of the woman in question; standing within arms reach of the Champion. "Twisted Liberty; at the behest of your leader, you have perpetuated this false narrative that the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation has become infected with a diabolical disease that only you and your merry band of peasants can cure. Attacking with both words and force, you have essentially run roughshod and unchallenged throughout the Federation without fear of recourse from the God of Rock and Roll; going so far as to repeatedly call him out. Yet, for all the pretentious preaching of this supposed PURGE that was inescapable, you have fallen short of unrepentant claims of unfounded boast."Lifting her left hand high above her head, the Women's World Champion snapped her fingers of her right hand once more. However, instead of a second manifestation, the ECWF Women's World Championship appeared in her left hand. Lowering her championship until it was chest height, the raven-haired woman's sinister smirk deepened as she continued to look into the camera with eyes that were as alluring as they were commanding; the glittering faceplate of the championship facing the camera. "The Women's World Championship, the very thing the twenty women are fighting for a chance at, was on the line during ECWF's Extreme Christmas Wish; where I soundly defeated Isabel Rios and yourself. Are you able to remember that night, where you disastrously FAILED to achieve the ONE thing that you were recruited to do? Do you remember the months of boundless boasting that led to the inevitable downfall of your misguided mission of purging and curing? Can you remember the moment where I stood tall in proud representation of the hard work and dedication that the ECWF has been known for?
I can.
I remember the ceaseless ramblings of childish nonsense that spewed forth from your masked mouth; where you choked on your own regurgitated words. I remember how I withstood the onslaught of two undeserving women and managed to successfully retain MY Women's World Championship with a single well-placed Silver Bullet. I remember the feeling of unmatched elation as I dismantled the entirety of your delusions in one fell swoop.
My success; your failure.
Yet, with a profound sense of déjà vu, I find myself defending the esteemed Women's World Championship against your ilk once more. Unlike our last encounter, you were forced to earn your opportunity at Revolution against Victoria Scott in a match that was officially deemed a contest to determine the contender for the Women's World Championship; unfamiliar territory for you. Yet, despite the graciousness shown to you by the God of Rock and Roll, you were still UNABLE to EARN an opportunity to rightfully compete against me for MY Women's World Championship. For, if memory serves, Victoria and yourself were beaten down and left to rot by the hand of Megan Frenzy.
Grossly pathetic, but not unexpected.
You, who boasted about purging and curing the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation, were left purged and cured of any fallacy that somehow managed to corrode your mind into thinking that you were going to emerge as the NEW Women's World Champion in our match at World War Four; a match that you were handed despite the glaring vibrancy of inadequacy that was displayed at both Extreme Christmas Wish and Revolution. Twice you have been given undeserving opportunities to stand within this ring and compete for the Women's World Championship and it will be twice that you have failed to capture your glory.
Tell me, my dearest twisted sister, how many failures will it take you to admit that you're nothing more than cattle led to slaughter?"Lowering the Women's World Championship as she spoke, the wickedly ethereal presence she commended with her posture alone kept the viewers from witnessing the change in the shape of the coveted ECWF championship from belt to blade; elegantly engraved and pristine. Shifting her gaze from the camera and to that of the visage of The UnKnown Fear's Twisted Liberty that she had created earlier, the raven-haired woman's eyes seemed to glow as she began to slowly circle about the creation; a predator eyeing her prey. "Unlike the Wartime Rumbles, this isn't a war between you and me. On the contrary, Twisted Liberty; it's a FUCKING slaughter!"With a snarl filled with rage and vitriol, the Women's World Champion of ECWF came to an abrupt stop and swiftly swung her blade with such passion and decisiveness that it was nothing more than a foregone conclusion that the death of the visage of Twisted Liberty was detached and sent flying. With fury upon her porcelain face, the woman pivoted to face the camera as the visage disappeared before hitting the thin layer of canvas that covered the floor of the ring. "I'm not like you, Twisted Liberty!
I wasn't freely given opportunities to attain glory within the twisted world of ours! I've had to fight for each and everything that I have managed to accomplish within the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation thus far and I will continue to do so! From day one I have done nothing short of setting the NEW standard for women and the Women's World Championship and I will CONTINUE to do so until the very last moment of my reign; a reign that won't end at World War Four or by YOUR hand!
I slew the Undead Queen!
I dismantled a custom-built wrestling machine, twice!
I have slaughtered Canada's prized bull and have already beaten YOU!
So bring the best that you can muster, spineless shill. For when we step into the sacred ring once more you will quickly find that it wasn't sheer dumb luck that I laid failure and defeat at your feet nor was it an undescribable amount of bad luck that led to your downfall. It was, in fact, the sheer combination of determination and skill that I have managed to create through various conflicts and WARS that I have been a part of that have allowed me to DEFEAT you once more!
Do you understand yet?
I AM THE WOMEN'S WORLD CHAMPION!
I AM THE WITCH OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
I AM THE BATTLEFIELD BANSHEE!
I
AM
DEATH!"With a furious and frantic passion, the pale horsewoman of ECWF reared back and let loose the diabolically savage demonic death metal-like scream that could render any foe fearful. However, instead of cutting to black as usual, the scene abruptly returned to the moment in which the twisted creatures were bearing down upon the wounded child of a world unknown. With the Women's World CHampion's scream still bellowing strong, a plethora of blades shot forth from the ground around the child and into the oncoming mass of bodies that had foolishly thrown themselves into the air; blinding light erupting from the bodies as the blades pierced through. Once the light had subsided, a woman that remarkably resembled the ECWF Women's World Champion stepped into the scene from behind the wounded child; clad in clothes that were completely different from the apocalyptic, Mad Max-like attire that everyone else was in. Gently scoping the child up, the woman looked into the camera and uttered a single phrase before the camera faded to black' the image of the woman carrying the child as the last thing to be seen. "There is no reality in which a Twisted Liberty is true Liberty for I am what the UnKnown Fears."
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