Post by Claire Hawkins on May 26, 2019 19:43:54 GMT -5
The camera fades in to reveal the scene that has become familiar to any and all that have been paying any amount of attention to the Action Wrestling Television Championship over the past month. There, underneath a lone light from high above, sat the large archaic Oaken table that had been featured in the three promotional.videos for the Television Championship thus far. As expected, the Championship itself sat in the center of the table with the faceplate facing the camera. However, two additional burlap bundles had since been nailed into place on two other corners of the table; each adorned with a symbol of one of the three challengers she had defeated thus far. As for the champion, she stood behind the table dressed in the silver variation of her in-ring attire. Her hands on either side of the Television Championship while she leaned towards the camera; her crimson eyes burning with cold fire.
"One month.
It has been one month since I sent the paper champion's reign up in smoke.
One month since I was ambushed not just once, but twice in the same fucking night.
One month since I set out upon this journey to restore a sense of dignity to the Action Wrestling Television Championship."
Taking a moment to look down at the object that she was so proud to hold. A faint smile quickly disappearing as she shifted her fiery gaze back up to the camera.
"During this time I banished a supposed junkyard gremlin from the company, exposed a self-proclaimed Bitch for being the Charleton that she truly is, and bested the one person that could be called a true friend in a business of cutthroats and backstabbing whoresons. To top things off I have been continually stalked and attacked by a man that has been immersed in some grand delusion while more-or-less called out by the meat puppet of a force eviler than evil itself.
It has been quite a busy month.
However, Action Wrestling is in the midst of Evolution and no man, woman, monster, or raccoon can afford to slacken in their efforts. Least of all those that carry the banners that represent Action Wrestling.
The Champions."
After taking a deep measured breath, she pushed herself away from the table and walked around to the front; a pace deliberate.
"Being a standard bearer here in Action Wrestling is a responsibility like none other. Not only are you competing against the best there is, but you also need to bring the best out in yourself. Both in entertainment for the people that pay to see the shows and for yourself as well. After all, if you aren't bringing your best every single night and striving to surpass that limit then what is the point?
Tell me, Estrella, what is the point of never improving?
Never learning?
Never stepping out of the shadow of safety that you have hidden in over the last year?
You can't twist it in any way to fit whatever half-baked narrative you managed to spin for yourself. For the last year, you sat idly by and allowed yourself to stagnate in a business that is constantly changing and evolving. What were you doing when Mathews was winning the WCF Television, Hardcore, and Action Wrestling Television Championships? Supporting her as she climbed the mountain of success?
No.
You were riding her coattails without having the courtesy of even remotely pretending to contribute a FUCKING thing!
Did you win the WCF Tag Team Championships?
You did, but then you proceeded to lose them in your first defense against a meme addict and some shitstain that couldn't buy a win.
Did you manage to place third in an over the top battle royale?
Not quite. Cause, if memory serves, you were beaten down by Titan Jax and were out for a fair amount of time. When you did get back into the match all you managed to do was follow Shadowlove's directions before you ended up eliminating both him and yourself. Couple that with the fact that Kuechly was declared the victor? Well, that means the third-place finish you've been so proud of is more like fourth or fifth.
If that doesn't put in perspective just how pitifully sad your career has been then I fear that you shall perish as much a delusional fool as you are now. Then again, you HAVE to be if you think that you're going to take THIS from me."
Taking a moment to deftly pluck the Television Championship off of the table top, Claire held the championship up in a manner that dared people to try just that. Take the belt from her.
"You see Estrella, THIS isn't something that you can EVER truly hold. Not with that parasitic lackluster attitude that shits in the face of the Lucha Libre heritage that you base your faux royalty bullshit off of. Nor can you EVER bring any shine to it when you're busy HIDING in the shadows of others. At this point, the only way to help you is to destroy the fragile nature of your delusional sense of safety is to drag you out into the reality unyielding adversity.
Come Monday Night Clash I will show what I have learned through the adversity that I HAVE faced, that I DO face and that I will CONTINUE to face.
Come Clash you will discover firsthand what I have learned through my victories and defeats alike.
You will find out what it takes to DEFY a world bent of your destruction.
You will find out just WHY I am the Champion and WHY I will CONTINUE to be long after your defeat.
You will find out WHY I am The Witch!
The Lady of the Lock!
The Action Wrestling Television Champion!"
With a fiery passion burning in her eyes, Claire let loose the Banshees' Shrill as the camera faded to black. However, just before the true end, two phrases appeared
THE END COMETH
Quoth the Witch Forevermore