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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Feb 12, 2023 16:34:16 GMT -6
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Feb 24, 2023 14:53:46 GMT -6
As the world falls; wider grows disaster's maw Desperate the thralls call; thee three crows caw
As those words faded to black, a shrill Banshee’s Wail rang out through the stadium and everything went as dark as it possibly could. A moment later, the beginnings of Orbit Culture’s Nensha began to play; a light layer of smoke appeared upon the stage as the lights began to frantically flash in sync with the music. As the music increased in pace, so did the flashing of the lights; a silhouette of a person appearing upon the stage, hunched forward.
PICK UP THE BONES!
Abruptly, the lights return to normal in time to see the person lean backward and release a deep guttural scream upwards to the heavens from parted lips painted black. Upon finishing the guttural growl, the person titled their head down and fixated their fiery crimson gaze upon the ring; the Action Wrestling crowd letting out a sizable pop. With skin as pale as porcelain and clearly dressed to compete within the squared circle, the person was none other than the Witch of Action Wrestling; Claire Hawkins!
Julia Mexican: Making her way to the ring, from Salem, Massachusetts, weighing in at 145 pounds, she is "The Witch".....CLAIRE.....HAWKINS!"
Once she reached the ringside area Claire paused for a moment to look at the cameraman that had dared to get close enough to get a good shot of her face. With a vicious snarl, Claire let out another one of those screams and forced the cameraman to quickly backpedal. Feeling pleased with herself, Claire made her way over to the steps and into the ring. Once she was in the ring she walked to the side of the ring where the hard camera was and stepped onto the second rope, leaned forward a little to keep her balance, and held her arms up while she held up in the "Devil Horns" gesture as pyro shot up from the ring posts. All the while bellowing out that same savage, guttural scream.
With the pyrotechnics receding, the raven-haired wretch stepped down from her ring rope perch and causally procured a microphone from one of the aides that were perpetually at the ready. Taking a moment to walk about the ring, her crimson eyes soon found the hard camera; a small smile tugging at the corners of her black painted lips.
Claire Hawkins: "Ladies, Gentlemen, and perverse thrill seekers that live vicariously through the men and women that dare to tear each other apart for the viewing pleasure of the masses each and every time Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation's Revolution infects the sports and entertainment worlds both. My name is Claire Hawkins and I a m going to end the miserable existence that is Crystal Zdunich's Women's World Championship reign."
Seemingly unmoved by the fairly significant pop from the West Hollywood crowd that packed the ECWF Arena, Claire carried onward as a colder tone began to infect her words; polar opposite of the smile she wore.
Claire Hawkins: "Bold? Audacious? Perhaps, but there is no doubt of conviction within them. While that my last few attempts to capture the Diamonds and World Heavyweight Championships fell short of their mark, there is nobody on this roster that can deny that I am the ONE woman whom threatens the fragile sense of safety that each and every person that steps in between these ropes. Therefore, when we finally meet again on he grandest stage that the ECWF can provide, I can say with unshaken confidence that this third meeting shall not end that same as the previous two and I SHALL regain my crown as the Women's World Champion."
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