Post by Rachel on May 2, 2007 9:06:37 GMT -5
...And get out of my face. Idiot.
The sound of the final words of Nero Phoenix' debut promo come blaring from a 24'' television perched on a small table in the corner of a locker-room. Sitting across from the television on a black, leather couch is the new XVI Xtreme Champion, Rachel. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a plain, white tank top. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. She has a large, purplish bruise across one cheek, presumably from her match just days ago. Her title belt rests across her lap.
Rachel: I like this guy...He definitely has a good grasp on the I.Q. of the XVI's general fan base. And yet, still, it won't be enough to beat me...because I am, after all, the Champion of Xtreme...The Queen of Confrontation...The -
Are you talking to yourself?
Rachel looks up to see Szaban standing over her. His retained XVI World Championship across his shoulder. She scowls at his interruption and Szaban smirks at her, as usual.
Rachel: No! I - What are you doing here, barging into my locker-room unannounced?
Szaban: Returning the favor. Unfortunately for me I didn't catch you in a towel.
Rachel: Unfortunate for you, indeed!
Rachel stands up and crosses over the room to where a pair a black heels sit. She slips into them, picks her belt up off of the couch and places it over her shoulder.
Rachel: I've got to go tell a few losers how it is...Excuse me...
Rachel moves past him, still looking embarrassed. She is just about out the door when Szaban puts his hand on her wrist.
Szaban: Congratulations...Champ.
The scene fades to commercial break.
Taco Bell
Macy's
XVI Events - Coming to a City Near You!!!
We return from commercial break and open up with a capacity crowd packing the stands of the Kellogg Arena and Convention Center of Battlecreek, Michigan. They anxiously await the next house show match. Suddenly, "Smack That" by Akon hits and Rachel is standing a top the stage. She holds her XVI Xtreme Championship high above her head, a proud smile on her face.
Slowly, she makes her way down the ramp and up the steps of the arena. She climbs in through the ropes and goes from corner to corner, displaying her golden prize.
The fans let out mixed cries. Some people boo and others cheer. Rachel climbs down from the fourth turnbuckle and the ring announcer hands her the microphone. It is obvious that she is in a very good mood and has no intention of threatening any ring personel...Yet.
She raises the microphone and waits for the crowd to die down.
Rachel: Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to announce the new Xtreme Vicious Intent Xtreme Champion...Oh wait! That's me! See, I knew that I would go in and come out victorious. It was clear to me that there were very few in that ring that had a chance. As you can see from this bruise on my face, it was not exactly the easiest match that I've ever gone into. It was by no means simple and the competition was pretty intense. However, that does not change the fact that I am officially the one wearing the gold. And Ii plan on retaining this title over and over again, in every title match that I compete in, no matter who I compete against. Hell, why not put my belt on the line in the upcoming match?
The crowd pops with excitement.
Rachel: Wait...wait...wait...Who is it that I am facing again? Right, that would be Thor, Corporal Punishment, and Nero Phoenix...Nah, that's not gonna happen.
The crowd begins to boo and starts a 'You suck' chant.
Rachel: I've already beaten two of those idiots...Why should they deserve a shot at my belt? Yeah, I don't think so. Thor, Corporal, you know what you're walking into. Both of you underestimated me...Both of you said that you would treat me like any other fighter out there...And still, in the very back of your mind, you had the thought 'She's just a woman...Eliminate her and Ii'm on my way to the gold'. But that didn't work for you, did it? I still walked out of the match champion. And on Side Effect, I'm going to walk out with my record still declaring me undefeated. 4 and 0. Nero, I have just one little bit of advice for you, and I imagine its not going to be hard for you to grasp. You seem intelligent enough...Nero, stay the hell out of my way. If you think that you're going to come in here and make a name for yourself, then you're as stupid as the rest of them. In fact, if you have that delusion at all, then you're as stupid as all of these people sitting in this arena tonight and all of those who will be watching Side Effect at home.
Rachel tosses the mic back to the ring announcer. Her music hits and she makes her way back to the locker-room.
The sound of the final words of Nero Phoenix' debut promo come blaring from a 24'' television perched on a small table in the corner of a locker-room. Sitting across from the television on a black, leather couch is the new XVI Xtreme Champion, Rachel. She is wearing a pair of jeans and a plain, white tank top. Her hair is pulled back in a messy bun. She has a large, purplish bruise across one cheek, presumably from her match just days ago. Her title belt rests across her lap.
Rachel: I like this guy...He definitely has a good grasp on the I.Q. of the XVI's general fan base. And yet, still, it won't be enough to beat me...because I am, after all, the Champion of Xtreme...The Queen of Confrontation...The -
Are you talking to yourself?
Rachel looks up to see Szaban standing over her. His retained XVI World Championship across his shoulder. She scowls at his interruption and Szaban smirks at her, as usual.
Rachel: No! I - What are you doing here, barging into my locker-room unannounced?
Szaban: Returning the favor. Unfortunately for me I didn't catch you in a towel.
Rachel: Unfortunate for you, indeed!
Rachel stands up and crosses over the room to where a pair a black heels sit. She slips into them, picks her belt up off of the couch and places it over her shoulder.
Rachel: I've got to go tell a few losers how it is...Excuse me...
Rachel moves past him, still looking embarrassed. She is just about out the door when Szaban puts his hand on her wrist.
Szaban: Congratulations...Champ.
The scene fades to commercial break.
Taco Bell
Macy's
XVI Events - Coming to a City Near You!!!
We return from commercial break and open up with a capacity crowd packing the stands of the Kellogg Arena and Convention Center of Battlecreek, Michigan. They anxiously await the next house show match. Suddenly, "Smack That" by Akon hits and Rachel is standing a top the stage. She holds her XVI Xtreme Championship high above her head, a proud smile on her face.
Slowly, she makes her way down the ramp and up the steps of the arena. She climbs in through the ropes and goes from corner to corner, displaying her golden prize.
The fans let out mixed cries. Some people boo and others cheer. Rachel climbs down from the fourth turnbuckle and the ring announcer hands her the microphone. It is obvious that she is in a very good mood and has no intention of threatening any ring personel...Yet.
She raises the microphone and waits for the crowd to die down.
Rachel: Ladies and gentlemen. I would like to announce the new Xtreme Vicious Intent Xtreme Champion...Oh wait! That's me! See, I knew that I would go in and come out victorious. It was clear to me that there were very few in that ring that had a chance. As you can see from this bruise on my face, it was not exactly the easiest match that I've ever gone into. It was by no means simple and the competition was pretty intense. However, that does not change the fact that I am officially the one wearing the gold. And Ii plan on retaining this title over and over again, in every title match that I compete in, no matter who I compete against. Hell, why not put my belt on the line in the upcoming match?
The crowd pops with excitement.
Rachel: Wait...wait...wait...Who is it that I am facing again? Right, that would be Thor, Corporal Punishment, and Nero Phoenix...Nah, that's not gonna happen.
The crowd begins to boo and starts a 'You suck' chant.
Rachel: I've already beaten two of those idiots...Why should they deserve a shot at my belt? Yeah, I don't think so. Thor, Corporal, you know what you're walking into. Both of you underestimated me...Both of you said that you would treat me like any other fighter out there...And still, in the very back of your mind, you had the thought 'She's just a woman...Eliminate her and Ii'm on my way to the gold'. But that didn't work for you, did it? I still walked out of the match champion. And on Side Effect, I'm going to walk out with my record still declaring me undefeated. 4 and 0. Nero, I have just one little bit of advice for you, and I imagine its not going to be hard for you to grasp. You seem intelligent enough...Nero, stay the hell out of my way. If you think that you're going to come in here and make a name for yourself, then you're as stupid as the rest of them. In fact, if you have that delusion at all, then you're as stupid as all of these people sitting in this arena tonight and all of those who will be watching Side Effect at home.
Rachel tosses the mic back to the ring announcer. Her music hits and she makes her way back to the locker-room.