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Post by The Age of Fall on Dec 24, 2023 12:45:13 GMT -6
-Segment: Dawn Warren and Claire Hawkins address one another ahead of their match at World War 4.-
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Jan 5, 2024 22:08:19 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: Please welcome to the ring at this time.....The Queen of Phantoms.....Claire HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEKIIIIIIIIIINS!
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.
After retrieving the microphone that one of the ringhands had offered to her, Claire would take her sweet time listening to the cheering of the crowd as she seemingly wandered around the innards of the ECWF Revolution squared circle. However, before too long the volitile Phantom Queen positioned herself in the center of the ring; looking towards the hard camera.
Claire: "Ladies and Gentlemen of the ECWF Fandom; you know WHO I am and WHY I stand before you. Therefore I shall not insult your intelligence by aimlessly repeating the histry that Dawn Warren and myself have nor shall I stick I still with the stereotypical "I'm going to become the Women's World Champion" bluster. Instead, as both the challenger for said championship and as a soon-to-be Twenty twenty-four Hall of Famer, I am going to stand here and declare that the war to transpire in Los Angeles will not merely be a contest for the ages but it will be a contest for SURVIVAL."
"Do YOU understand, Dawn?"
"As glorious and divine as the Women's World Championship is, we have LONG since reached the point where one of us MUST end the other. We MUST do unspeakable things to each other till the point that the other is FORCED to submit to the other; lest we continue this infantile loop forever."
"World War Four shall BE the was to END all wars."
"And I promise you that only ONE of us shall survive."
Tossing the microphone to the ringhand, Claire moved to exit the ring once Nensha began to play. That is, IF it played. The Women's World Champion hadn't shown her face on Revolution as of yet. Would she ruin the dire warning that her rival uttered?
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