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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Dec 28, 2023 19:18:51 GMT -6
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Jan 27, 2024 19:30:11 GMT -6
With a quick snap and an ear-splitting screech, the black screen blacker than the bleakest abyss came to life; abruptly displaying the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation's resident ne'er-do-well. With midnight black hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, Claire crimson red eyes were fixated upon the camera her face wore a bitter smile.
"Here we are, the twenty twenty-four World War and you can already smell the sweet fragrance of gunpowder in the air; the familiar iron taste of blood the chaser."
"Now, as you can see or might have seen I am not in the chaotic clusterfuck of a battle royale; not that I have much interest in it. Let the fools and welps filled with desperation battle it out for the momentary chance to main event Starrcade. The thing I've done WITHOUT the crutch."
"Now? Now we, Dawn and I, stand upon this battlefield to do batle for the Women's World Championship."
"For the final time"
"That is correct; you did not hear wrong. Should Dawn emerge victorious and hold the Women's World Championship still then I shall relent my pursuit of the most prestigious championship belt. As painful as it is to admit, I cannot keep the division clogged forever simply because there is no other woman on either roster to best me; cannot keep acting as the forever challenger."
So, Dawn let's make this the grandest, bloodiest, most Computive match of the night."
"For it may be the last."
Slowly, the camera faded to black; the last visual a sorrowful look upon the Witch's face.
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