Post by Claire Hawkins on Jan 16, 2022 2:19:48 GMT -5
"New year."
"New champion."
"New challenges."
Creeping in from the bleakness of an eternal abyss, the scene revealed to the fans was that of the new CBS Champion sitting cross-legged on the edge of apron that bore the fanciful new CruiserClash logo upon its apron. Clad in her customary black and green ring gear, the raven-haired harshly tapped upon the faceplate of the CBS Championship as it sat face up upon her lap. Was it irritation on being booked on a show she had never shown any vested interest in? Perhaps it was frustration over whom the Texas fans came to see her defend against? Whatever the cause, she would tap the faceplate twice more before sifting her crimson-eyed gaze towards the camera.
"CruiserClash; a place where fresh faces with near-limitless in-ring potential can learn and compete against longstanding journeymen of our craft who have long since proven themselves. One by one; two by two; the astoundingly competitive nature that each competitor is stoked, honed, and put on full display for rabidly fanatical consumers of the perpetually rising brand. They thrill without fear, entertain without restraint, and never once consider slowing as they continuously raise the standard on what it is to represent; THAT is CruiserClash."
"So tell me, Mister De Leon, just how is it that a pair of outstanding hopefuls of the Lucha World Order have amounted to less than nothing?"
"Spare me the redundant overblown and antiquated monologues of heritage and tradition; spare me the falsely inflated bravado. Since your first showing, you have shown yourself to be nothing short of wasted space here on the CruiserClash roster; talented and skilled, sure, but still a spot better filled by another. Then again, perhaps I'm being an overly cynical wretch, and you have already come to accept that the empty cries of the Lucha World Order ring as hollow as Roman Gunn's claim of being the rightful United States Champion. Perhaps you have already come to understand that, despite the tremendous amount of skill in Lucha Libre that you possess, you reached that proverbial glass ceiling of which you'll dream of breaking."
"Desperate."
"Weak."
"A waste."
with a momentary pause in her demeaning candor, she was more tapped the faceplate severals times; each louder than the last.
"It's time, Jugo."
"It's time for you to wholeheartedly accept an impossible challenge and lay everything that you are on the line. Set aside that hastily fashioned bravado of the Lucha World Order children's club and allow all that dedication and passion in your training to fly free and proud in the Toyota Center. Allow yourself to enjoy the freedom of chasing more than whatever haphazardly strewn about scraps that your fellow Lucha World Order failures believe Red White and Bruised to be. It's time to prove that you're more than a rental space to be used and replaced; carve your legacy into the face of such a promising brand."
"Do it, because I have EVERY intention of carving my way through YOU."
"Not through falsified anger or mock offense, but simply because the CBS Championship is due for an injection of true competitive prestige that each of the four from before failed to fully bring. Although talented and fierce Azurine has never been anything more than inconsistent in everything that she does, Roddy allowed his ego to consume him before he could amount to the idea of representing a brand new championship, Cassidy simply did not give a fuck, and Aphriya has fallen into that same pitfall as Vebbins and has been prioritizing outings unrelated to the contract that she had fought so hard for. Leaving me to pick up the pieces of the division and reforge it as I see fit and reforge it I shall."
Uncrossing her legs and sliding from her perch, Claire stood as determined and as focused as ANY champion could hope to be; CBS Championship slung proudly over her shoulder.
"Monday Night, Jugo De Leon, I am going to crush YOU and every foolish notion that you had hoped to achieve with the poorly thought out World Order gimmick. I'm going to tear away what little pride you still truly possess and I'm going to leave you a prime example to those that come after THIS championship with such meek and half-hearted attempts such as yours. In doing so I will remind EVERYONE that the CBS Championship isn't something to be forgotten or play second-best while other championships are propped higher despite being held by those underserved."
I'm going to make something of THIS championship."
"I'm going to carve MY name into the past, present, and future legacy of CruiserClash."
"Most importantly, I'm going to leave Houston the very same way as I arrived; the CBS Champion."
Slipping the championship from her shoulder, Action Wrestling's resident Witch let loose that volatile and vicious Banshees' wail. Once exhausted, the camera remained fixated upon the champion as the scene faded to black. Yet, like a faint whisper on the wind, there was but one thing that needed saying.
"Quoth the Witch......."
"Forevermore."
"New champion."
"New challenges."
Creeping in from the bleakness of an eternal abyss, the scene revealed to the fans was that of the new CBS Champion sitting cross-legged on the edge of apron that bore the fanciful new CruiserClash logo upon its apron. Clad in her customary black and green ring gear, the raven-haired harshly tapped upon the faceplate of the CBS Championship as it sat face up upon her lap. Was it irritation on being booked on a show she had never shown any vested interest in? Perhaps it was frustration over whom the Texas fans came to see her defend against? Whatever the cause, she would tap the faceplate twice more before sifting her crimson-eyed gaze towards the camera.
"CruiserClash; a place where fresh faces with near-limitless in-ring potential can learn and compete against longstanding journeymen of our craft who have long since proven themselves. One by one; two by two; the astoundingly competitive nature that each competitor is stoked, honed, and put on full display for rabidly fanatical consumers of the perpetually rising brand. They thrill without fear, entertain without restraint, and never once consider slowing as they continuously raise the standard on what it is to represent; THAT is CruiserClash."
"So tell me, Mister De Leon, just how is it that a pair of outstanding hopefuls of the Lucha World Order have amounted to less than nothing?"
"Spare me the redundant overblown and antiquated monologues of heritage and tradition; spare me the falsely inflated bravado. Since your first showing, you have shown yourself to be nothing short of wasted space here on the CruiserClash roster; talented and skilled, sure, but still a spot better filled by another. Then again, perhaps I'm being an overly cynical wretch, and you have already come to accept that the empty cries of the Lucha World Order ring as hollow as Roman Gunn's claim of being the rightful United States Champion. Perhaps you have already come to understand that, despite the tremendous amount of skill in Lucha Libre that you possess, you reached that proverbial glass ceiling of which you'll dream of breaking."
"Desperate."
"Weak."
"A waste."
with a momentary pause in her demeaning candor, she was more tapped the faceplate severals times; each louder than the last.
"It's time, Jugo."
"It's time for you to wholeheartedly accept an impossible challenge and lay everything that you are on the line. Set aside that hastily fashioned bravado of the Lucha World Order children's club and allow all that dedication and passion in your training to fly free and proud in the Toyota Center. Allow yourself to enjoy the freedom of chasing more than whatever haphazardly strewn about scraps that your fellow Lucha World Order failures believe Red White and Bruised to be. It's time to prove that you're more than a rental space to be used and replaced; carve your legacy into the face of such a promising brand."
"Do it, because I have EVERY intention of carving my way through YOU."
"Not through falsified anger or mock offense, but simply because the CBS Championship is due for an injection of true competitive prestige that each of the four from before failed to fully bring. Although talented and fierce Azurine has never been anything more than inconsistent in everything that she does, Roddy allowed his ego to consume him before he could amount to the idea of representing a brand new championship, Cassidy simply did not give a fuck, and Aphriya has fallen into that same pitfall as Vebbins and has been prioritizing outings unrelated to the contract that she had fought so hard for. Leaving me to pick up the pieces of the division and reforge it as I see fit and reforge it I shall."
Uncrossing her legs and sliding from her perch, Claire stood as determined and as focused as ANY champion could hope to be; CBS Championship slung proudly over her shoulder.
"Monday Night, Jugo De Leon, I am going to crush YOU and every foolish notion that you had hoped to achieve with the poorly thought out World Order gimmick. I'm going to tear away what little pride you still truly possess and I'm going to leave you a prime example to those that come after THIS championship with such meek and half-hearted attempts such as yours. In doing so I will remind EVERYONE that the CBS Championship isn't something to be forgotten or play second-best while other championships are propped higher despite being held by those underserved."
I'm going to make something of THIS championship."
"I'm going to carve MY name into the past, present, and future legacy of CruiserClash."
"Most importantly, I'm going to leave Houston the very same way as I arrived; the CBS Champion."
Slipping the championship from her shoulder, Action Wrestling's resident Witch let loose that volatile and vicious Banshees' wail. Once exhausted, the camera remained fixated upon the champion as the scene faded to black. Yet, like a faint whisper on the wind, there was but one thing that needed saying.
"Quoth the Witch......."
"Forevermore."
