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Post by Rock N' Roll God on Mar 16, 2024 8:09:47 GMT -6
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Post by The Age of Fall on Mar 31, 2024 0:58:32 GMT -6
The scene opens up in the Age of Fall's locker room where Roxanne is seen sitting on a steel folding chair, dressed in her ring gear. Her baseball bat is next to her and she has a grin on her face as she gets ready to speak.
Roxanne It's funny how things can drastically change. Like how last year, all it took was one little tweet to set off mine and Dan's Tag Team run, which culminated in us winning the World Tag Team Championships at StarrCade. The first ever Championship I won in my career. This year, I was content on taking part in the Women's Gold Rush Ladder Match and snatching up the briefcase for myself. Once the briefcase was in my hands, I would of lurked in the shadows, waiting for the Champ to slip up and seize my moment. Then, UnTaken happened...
She briefly pauses, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear before she resumes speaking.
Roxanne Two women had the opportunity to challenge for the Women's World Championship at StarrCade. One of them was someone the Champ has been feuding with for like...forever. It seemed never-ending. The other one was someone who had the Worldheavyweight Championship snatched away from them, all because certain people couldn't stand the fact that a woman was the Worldheavyweight Champion. When their match at UnTaken ended in a No Contest, the General Manager of Revolution, and my brother, Brent, had to scramble to find a new challenger for the Women's World Championship. That's when the opportunity fell onto my lap as I took part in a number one contender's match to determine who will challenge for the Women's World Championship at StarrCade. I faced two newcomers to ECWF, Taylor Sweet and Diamond Steele, defeating both of them to secure my shot. With their defeat, I took one step closer towards obtaining the one thing I had my sights set on since arriving in ECWF, the Women's World Championship.
The grin on her face widens, making a Championship motion around her waist.
Roxanne Leading up to StarrCade, me and the Champ have embarked on similar paths with very different mindsets. The two of us have run roughshod through the majority of the women that's currently signed to Revolution. For me, I saw it as a chance to raise my stock and build some momentum for my impending Championship match. To show the Champ how much of a threat I could be. For the Champ, she grew frustrated over the lack of competition, trying to light a fire within them. She probably had her heart set on facing either someone who could of gave her quite the challenge or facing her eternal rival, one more time. When neither of them emerged as the next contender, to me, she grew disinterested due to get a worthy challenge. Which would explain why she has been lashing out at her opponents leading up to StarrCade. However, I said numerous times over the past few Revolutions, she better not overlook me. At the last Revolution before StarrCade, I sent her a message when I almost attacked her before backing away. That she should focus on me. That she should have her eyes on me and worry about me as I can take the one thing she "cares about" away from her and bring her whole world down in the blink of a eye. Just like that.
She snaps her fingers.
Roxanne The Women's World Championship means the world to me as it would be proof that I could become of the top stars in ECWF. It could show the world that I'm someone everyone should keep their eyes and view me as the future. You could even go as far as to say that I'm obsessed with it. Especially after how I let the Women's World Championship slip through my fingers the first time. Falling short to someone who only shows up when they want, someone who doesn't even care about this place. Since that day, the moment replays in my head over and over. It has been eating me alive. While I can take solace in the fact that I only passed out instead of tapping out but I knew that the next time I get a shot at the Championship, I would win it. Now, here we are. Madison Square Garden. The sight of StarrCade. Where I have a chance to redeem myself. A chance to finally become the Women's World Champion. I may admire how the Champ has carried the division for so long but...it's time for change. It's time for someone new to carry the division. You had your moment in the spotlight. It's my time to bask in the spotlight. This is my moment. I have come too far and waited too long for another shot at the Championship! I'm not going to let it slip through my fingers this time! I will do everything in my power to make sure that I leave StarrCade as the new Women's World Champion! Champ, you have been waiting for someone to bring you a battle, a fight, a war and you're looking at them. I'm going to give everything you have been so desperately craving for and I hope you're ready for the fight of your life. We will engage in mortal combat but only one will walk away as the Women's World Champion and it's going to be me. I'm going to give it all I got and I expect you to do the same. Get ready, Champ because you will soon realize that the challenge you have been looking for all this time has been staring in your face the whole time. Your fate has been sealed. Your demise is inevitable. Judgment Day is upon you. Remember this night where you met your downfall at the hands of Roxanne. The next Women's World Champion. Believe that.
The grin on her face is replaced by a smirk as sherises up from her seat, grabs her baseball bat and puts it on her shoulder, exiting the locker room. She then walks down the hallway, heading to the ring for her upcoming match, competing for the Women's World Championship. Once she's out of sight, the scene slowly fades to black.
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Post by Claire Hawkins on Mar 31, 2024 16:05:56 GMT -6
With a crackle and a pop, the blank screen sprang to life into the snowy blizzard of static before abruptly cutting to what could only be described as a macabre-style throne room; an excessive throne made of bone sitting front and center. As one might expect, dressed in an fanciful but tattered black dress sat the Women's World Champion of the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation. With one leg crossed over the other and the championship itself sitting upon her lap, the pale horsewoman of the apocalypse tilted her chin up slightly as her crimson eyes burned with disgust.
"Starrcade, the grandest time of the year for any self-respecting fan of the ECWF, and here I sit set to defend my Women's World Championship against a young woman whom has yet to live up to the expectations that she herself has set."
"Am I being too harsh on you, Roxanne?"
"Perhaps."
"However, what else can I really say that emphasizes the depth of the disappointment I feel towards you?"
"You claimed this match over the women whom I have had diabolically marvelous matches against and you have undoubtably dominated each and every single opponent put in your path since then. And yet, when the moment came last Revolution for you to truly put your stamp on this shot you have been calling relentlessly over the last few Revolutions all you manage to do is fucking choke. Perhaps it was the inexperience that comes with youth, but all that momentum that you've gathered on your road to Starrcade went right down the drain the moment you backed down once your ambush failed. For, in that moment, you proved to the entire world that everything that you have been preaching since that career making victory was nothing short of generic drivel verbally shat by another uninspiring loser destined to lay broken and bloody at my feet."
"Your resolved is weak."
"Your desire is fleeting."
"Your challenge meaningless."
Slowly, with her eyes fixated on the camera, Claire lowered that arrogant chin and her face shifted from that of a mask of disgust to that of venomous confidence.
"Even so, I would like to extend to you the same challenge that every woman before you the last series of Revolutions has been given."
"Roxanne."
"I want you to find that false bravado you had before your cowardice extinguished it. I want you to once again discover that competitive fire you had that abruptly died when you stood face-to-face with the Phantom Queen' find that drive that disappeared once you realized that your best opportunity to make a statement prior to Starrcade evaporated in a blink of an eye."
"Show me how deep your desire runs."
"Prove to me that your resolve isn't so easily shattered."
"Fight me; CHALLENGE ME to the war that I have been so patiently waiting for."
"If you don't, then you can officially consider the fledgling career that you have managed to scrap together to be on life support. For once that bell rings and the people at Madison Square Garden come alive the Metal Witch steps down from her unearthly throne and a violence that you have never experienced before shall befall you. There will be no relief from this onslaught; no brothers to pull you from the fire. The training you have ingrained in your bones will fail and you will discover firsthand just what it is that has made me an undeniable phenomenon here in ECWF."
"So make your choice, Roxanne."
"Continue wallowing in the delusion I shattered at Revolution or dig deep within yourself and find that dauntless bitch that will stop at nothing to tear the Women's World Championship from these cold dead hands of mine. Become that inadvertent hero to the insufferable villain of the Extreme Championship Wrestling Federation that I am; become the one that slays this wicked witch. Reach out and take hold of the moment that you have been dreaming about for so very long."
"Do it and watch as I infect and destroy everything that you are."
Uncrossing her legs, Claire took hold of the Women's World Championship and took to her feet; menacing to even the stoutest of hearts.
"You miserable fool."
"You have no idea what it is that's at stake when it comes to this year's Starrcade and you never truly will until I grind your dreams to dust and force you to start anew. All you have seen for the last month is the championship I proudly carry and your child-like greed has placed you in a position in which you can never measure up to. You are not Crystal Zdunich, Dawn Warren, or even a fraction of a Heather Haze. You're simply a body; a lamb sent out to slaughter in order to placate ECWF's Goddess of Death."
"There will be no Hall of Fame moment."
"No glorious achievement to define your career forever."
"Only the reality of what will soon be your greatest failure."
Slowly, deliberately, the crimson-eyed wretch lifted the championship high above head; silver faceplate shining in the torchlight. After holding the position for several silent heartbeats, she lowered the championship and returned to sitting upon her throne once more. Only this time it was the other leg that was crossed over the other.
"Do you understand yet, Roxanne?"
"Starrcade isn't just the grandest moment you will ever have to live up to the expectations I have laid at your feet; it's the ONLY moment. You will ever have. For, whether it be in victory or defeat, this night shall define who you are moving forward in this industry. It will determine in the eyes of other whether or not you are a megastar in the making or just another nepo-baby that has been exposed as just another fraud."
"For you, Starrcade isn't about only this championship I hold but also of survival."
"For me, it's about reigning supreme over a crop of new warriors that I shall one day mold into true warriors of this eternal battlefield."
"So don't disappoint me."
With her final peice now spoken, the raven-haired monarch of death leaned to her right and rested her chin upon the palm of her hand. The fire in her crimson eyes blocked out as she closed her eyes; a statement of unworry over her upcoming challenge. Then, with the final image of the resting Phantom Queen as the last memorable thing, then scene ended the same way it began.
With a crackle and a pop.
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