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Post by |Pure Greatness| on Jun 28, 2016 17:26:00 GMT -6
d "Opportunistic!" [Unstoppable #1]
Why exactly would Queen Vic and Ev The Great answer Artemis Kaiser's open challenge from Unstoppable 25 off the heels of want would seem like crushing defeats on the same show at the hands of Lexi Pryce and Sister Catherine? Opportunity! Plain and simple, both Vic and Ev were opportunistic to the point that no matter how slim the odds were against them they would take the risk knowing that if it paid off the rewards would far outweigh the risk. So the moment that Ms. Kaiser decided that she was going to run down the entire Women of Tradition division and verbally undress them for the world to see on Unstoppable 25. Ev and Vic collectively known simply as Violent Intent made the decision to take the risk, take the chance, of challenging Artemis and making a play for championship gold. If they won it would be a huge reward and wash away the bad taste of losing that they were stuck with. It would remedy put them on the good foot and off and running. A loss and they're continuing to spiral out of control.
We come into focus and Queen Vic and Ev The Great are sitting next to each other. In Vic's hand is a championship belt with a white leather strap instead of the traditional black. She rests the belt on her lap as she finally speaks up.
"When I was in Europe I won this championship that I hold in my hands right now as we speak. The Pro Wrestling EVE Championship and it has been my crowning achievement because it means that you're the best of the best in what is a very talented bunch. I wore this championship belt with a great deal of pride and honor. And my Mum, who you took the time to disparage and drag through the mud claiming to not love me was more than proud of me. Once I won this title doors opened up for me, opportunities to wrestle all over the world, and in different promotions in the UK and across Europe. It opened up a whole new world for me that I didn't even think was possible when I started wrestling. So, when I started picking up steam I made my debut in another UK based promotion Real Quality Wrestling, that's where I met my long time friend and mentor King Richard who became High Roller Champion in Sin City Wrestling once we made our debut in the states in the Summer of 2013. I quickly picked up steam and won another championship the RQW Women's European Champion as well as tearing the house down in intergender tag team matches with Richie across the globe. But with all the great success I had the world over in the UK, in Europe, in Japan all of that was great but deep down inside I always knew that to really feel fulfilled, to feel accomplished that I had to come to America and succeed. To win championships, to win the hearts and minds of the fans, and get all the acclaim and accolades I'd accomplished overseas here stateside. See Artemis, my issue was never winning the big one, no my issue was that I've yet to taste the same amount of success I achieved here as I did over there. That is why I'm challenging you for your title this coming Saturday night, because if just one big victory I can right all the wrongs of has been a very up and down experience since crossing the pound three short years ago."
Queen Vic looks at her championship belt and holds it in both of her hands with a great deal of pride written across her face as she continues to speak after she sets the title aside.
"Artemis, I respect you, you're one helluva talent, and your accomplishments speak for themselves you're a triple crown winner, the reigning, defending, Women's Champion for two years running. And hell, there seems to be no bloody end in sight at the rate you're going. If you don't believe just ask you, you'll tell 'em that's right there is no end to my eternal championship reign over the revolving door that is the Missouri State Wrestling Women of Tradition division. Right, they all come, they all go, but one thing is constant, life, death, taxes, and Artemis Kaiser as Champion. See Artemis, what if the queen isn't meant to be executed in shocking fashion as you put it. Sure, I get it the monarchy, royalty, a relic of a bygone era, all that jazz. Many of my fellow Brits give less of a damn than you do about the Royal Family, and the monarchy. Shocking as that might seem to you Americans and hell they wish the old bag Queen Elizabeth would keel over and die already and take her entire family with her. See I understand where you're coming from all these bitches, malcontents, and lording over everyone their talents, or their perceived talent, and propping themselves up when maybe they haven't deserved it and they never will. As far as you're concerned judging me off my first two matches here in MSW I'm just like all the other pretenders to the throne. They've all stepped up to the plate and they've all been knocked down. I get it. I understand it. I respect it. I just want to reassure you that I'm not it. I'm more than just a pretender to the throne, I'm more than just another flavor of the moment, and as Georgia always says Sally Sue Come Lately, who is a flash in the pan that quickly burns out or never materializes. And On Saturday night, or match is going to be much, much, much more than a public execution where you take Ev and I to the gallows as you put it. No, no, no this isn't anything of the sort, this is a come up because more than anything else I'm a opportunist who takes advantage of the moment presented to her and goes all out. On Saturday night, I believe that I will take full advantage of the opportunity to finally achieve my dream of championship glory here in the states. And I can't think of a better way of doing it than ending your championship reign. No better way!"
With that Queen Vic piped down and Ev The Great finally spoke up.
"Failure, something that obviously you're very unfamiliar with. Something foreign to you so to speak. You fancy yourself as one of those people who everything that they've ever done in their life was perfection. Straight A student, valedictorian, captain of the cheerleading squad, prom queen, and on, and on, and on or are you just one of those perfectionist lil' miss I don't give a fucks? Right, talk about how the Women Of Tradition Division is a revolving door, you talk about how everyone works their ass off just to lose to you, how you're not bored yet, and now we're just another notch in your belt. How it doesn't matter how good the competition might be because the champ for life never loses. Not now, not ever, and as the saying always goes there's a first time for everything champ. If Vic or myself have our way and either one of us walks out as the champion come Saturday Night you can bet your bottom dollar we're not going to have to scream it to the high heavens. We're not going to have to talk louder than ever about how we beat the seemingly indestructible and unbeatable "God of Anger" no my dear Artemis, we'll just let our action speak all the words for us. Word wouldn't do it justice. The Great Artemis Kaiser, triple crown winner, champ for life, losing to the winless boastful duo of Violent Intent. Shit, that right there alone someone such as yourself and anyone that agrees with you might think you're criminally insane for uttering those words. And so it just has to happen."
Ev pauses as she continues on.
"And it will. As I don't fear you champ, I don't and my desire to take on Frankie wasn't out of fear, not at all. If beating you means being the best. Then that's just what I've got to do because if anyone needs a reality check it's you the Champ for life, and there's no better way of dishing out a heavy dose of reality than if you took on the two of us, certain that you'd breeze through and walk out victorious and you were taken down and out. Just like that and your reign unlike hope did not spring eternal."
With that we cut and fade.
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Post by |Pure Greatness| on Jun 30, 2016 2:02:32 GMT -6
 "Fear not, it'll all be over soon!" [Unstoppable II]
We come into focus on Ev The Great, a look of determination written across her face as we come into focus. She narrows her brow with an intense gaze as she takes a deep breath collecting her thoughts as she finally speaks up.
“Fear, it drives us all, fear of failure, fear of success, fear of being alone, fear of commitment. There’s countless phobias too numerous to name off all describing some kind of fear and for me to say that I’ve never been afraid would be a lie. In the back of my mind there’s that constant nagging voice in my head that says what if they’re right, what if you’re not good enough, what if you’re too cocky for your own damn good, what if you should give up wrestling and find something else to do with your life. And I choose to ignore that voice every single time that it starts rearing its ugly head whenever the chips are down, when my back is firmly against the wall, and all hope is lost. I choose to fight through it, I choose to persevere and make the best of an otherwise dire situation. And that’s why I’m standing here before you today Artemis on the verge of taking you on for that precious championship you hold so close to your cold, black heart.”
Ev smirks a bit as she holds her hands against her heart gesturing Artemis clutching the title close to her. She takes a moment as she rocks the imaginary championship like a mother rocks her infant child to sleep. Ev takes a beat before she continues on.
“I’m here sticking my neck out on the line and better on myself champ because I believe in myself. You might not think that I should believe in myself, that I should just give up, throw in the towel, call it a day, and avoid risking further humiliation by falling at the hands of the indestructible champ for life. I on the other hand am more than willing to risk the humiliation of losing this match, willing to stick to my neck out on the line, and go for the gold because if, no better yet when I win this match and become the new MSW Women’s Champion all things will become new. All of my sins so to speak, the nerve that I had of gunning for the MSW Championship and taking a shot at Frankie Cocheese, will fade away. I will have the crown which you hold so dearly and believe can not taken from you by force. Your entire existence, your very being here in MSW is wrapped up in that championship belt and lording the fact of everyone that you’re the champion, that you’re the standard barrier, and that everyone pales in comparison to you. That no one is worthy of being in the same ring let alone the same arena as you. I’m here to serve you up a healthy dose of humble pie champ all for the simple fact that there’d be nothin’ sweeter than seein’ you fall to myself or Vic Saturday night on Unstoppable.”
Ev nods her head and cuts her hands through the air as she continues on.
“Absolutely nothin’, seeing the champ for life, run down the same division that she’s the champion of on her “triumphant” return to a MSW ring in your state of the union address or whatever the hell you call that diatribe you spewed out on Unstoppable 25 fall to Violent Intent. Yes, the winless duo whom everyone has taken pot shots at since the moment that we set foot in this promotion. For it would only be fitting for the champion of all the idiots, all the riff-raff, all the lowly peons, peasants, and envious lesser thans to fall to those whom you take great enjoyment in disposing of. The perfect ending to your oh so glorious two year reign as champion falling down at my feet, falling down at Queen Vic’s feet. All for the simple fact that you’re so certain that victory is a given. So certain that this match just another notch in your belt. One more thing for you to brag about and scream to the high heavens that you ended the careers of as you put it Ev The Weak, and the unloved, unsuccessful, diluted, wannabe Vic. Then what would that say about you? The champ for life, the one talent head and shoulders above the pack that she claims she’s not bored with disposing of all the competition. But we’re at the point all she does is spew so much vitriol about her opposition why would anyone care if she’s Women’s Champion. Really champ, why would I care that you’ve held that title for two year. Why? If everyone is beneath you, all you are is a paper champion, and you’re okay with that because it props up your false sense of superiority. That ego for yours. Right, if you’re going to call yourself great, then be great. Well, there’s no better way for me to prove my greatness to you, to anyone else who might dare question if I have what it takes to get the job done inside the ring then by taking you down a notch. Because you’re fat on all your past success so much so that belt of yours is on a little too tight, and it’s about to fall off your waist right into my hands.”
Ev rubs her hands together before continuing on.
“Right where I want it to be. And you will know first hand that any thoughts of me being afraid of you, of you executing me for all the world to see on Unstoppable were nothing more than the ranting, and ravings of an out of touch megalomaniac. So rest your weary head champ, fear not for it will all be over soon. No longer will you have to be burdened with the heavy crown that is upon your head as the Women’s Champion. It’ll be over… All over for I’m standing up and ready to fight. Ready to bring you down and show just why I say that I’m the best of the best.”
With that Ev does the title belt hand gesture as we finally cut out and fade to black.
No fear from the challenger. Confident as ever. This will be a fight and it will not be the cakewalk that the champion Artemis Kaiser believes it to be. No, not at all, and in the end we will see just why Ev calls herself great. |
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Post by |Pure Greatness| on Jun 30, 2016 4:10:57 GMT -6
 "Tricks of the Trade!" [Unstoppable III] Queen: noun Pronounced: /Kwen/ Definition of queen a : a woman eminent in rank, power, or attractions <a movie queen> b : a goddess or a thing personified as female and having supremacy in a specified realm c : an attractive girl or woman; especially : a beauty contest winner ------ The definition of Queen that most fits Queen Vic before she joined the ranks of Missouri State Wrestling. She could say that she was a very prominent force in professional wrestling especially in her native country of England. Queen Vic was a beautiful young woman, skilled in the art of professional wrestling who had tasted a great deal of success the world over. She could claim to be a woman of eminent rank, power, or attractions, she could claim to be a goddess, or a thing personified as female having supremacy in a specified realm, and she could claim if she was ever so vain and conceited enough to do so that she was an attractive woman. Now, Vic’s physical attractiveness might not be in question depending on your preference for women but after her first two matches in MSW her rank, and power was without question in doubt. Many questioned her and scoffed at her calling herself a queen following her first two matches in MSW being crushing defeats at the hands of two formidable opponents in Alison Crowne and Lexi Pryce. The two former tag team partners took turns in a game of can you top this both besting Vic in relatively convincing fashion. So her supremacy in the realm or shall we say the world of professional wrestling was without question in doubt. As her opponents hammered the point home that she needed to earn her namesake and that she was not worthy of such a lofty name. A name that in this day and age was a relic of the past, archaic in nature and reserved for a time long gone by. Artemis Kaiser ran her down verbally going on about how she lived for shutting down all the flavors of the month and all the malcontents who called themselves queen. Who fancied themselves a cut above and smacking them back down to earth. Artemis relished being the reality check to these lesser than egomaniacs. In this Handicap match for the MSW Women’s Championship Violent Intent was challenging the champion and not just Queen Vic herself or Ev the Great but the two women as a collective. So Vic had to keep in mind that she wasn’t just out for herself, that she wasn’t looking to get ahead and that she would do whatever it took to make certain that her team came out victorious. It was possible that she wouldn’t factor into the finish and that Ev could pin or submit the champ for life to claim the crown and put an end to a historic two year long title reign that Artemis is currently on. For Vic this match was what could be her crowning achievement. This could be the fulfillment of a childhood dream of hers to come to the United States, wrestle, and become a champion. She was itching at the chance to live up to the hype, to show the North American wrestling fans that she was not just all hype. This was her moment and she knew that she wasn’t going to have to worry about her namesake and living up to the name Queen. This match was hinging on the fact if Vic could just let go, focus, and remember that it all comes down to the fact she is well versed in all the tricks of the trade. Those on the up and up and those that are deemed villainous and underhanded. For Vic to walk out victorious she was going to have to embrace a name that still described her to a tee. For her to dethrone Artemis as champion, she was going to have to be as treacherous and conniving as ever. She was going to have to embrace her inner villain. She was going to have to be… “Tricky Vicky!”
Queen Vic’s voice cut through the air as we came into focus and the camera faded in and before us was the stunning young Brit. Dressed in all black she paced the room that she was in her arms crossed as she collected her thoughts and finally spoke up again. “That’s what they call me Artemis. That name is fitting especially when you think about the fact that being called a trickster or someone who is tricky means that you’re a liar. Someone who bends the truth to suit their own selfish goals. Me, I’m a liar, a bold faced liar, who revels in her untruths and deceit every time that I speak out against my opponents. I make promises that I can’t keep, I make bold declarations of dominance that go unfulfilled. I am a liar, as plain to see as the sun during the day and the moon at night. Vic, the liar. Every Time that all scoff at me, turn your nose up at me, and point out my defeats you’ll just hammering this point home. Throwing salt in this raw, festering, open wound that I am not as good as I claim to be. That I’m not a worthy competitor , a worthy challenger for the Women’s Championship. I have lied. I will lie again. But there is much truth in what I say more often than not and I know that I will not proven to be a liar but a speaker of truth this Saturday as I will walk out of the Folly Theater, in Kansas City , Missouri your new Women’s Champion. And that our oh so great and almighty champ for life is the truth.”
Vic nods her head with her hand over her heart. Signifying that she is without behind her words wholeheartedly as if she’s reciting the pledge of allegiance. Vic continues on as she removes her hand from her heart. “See champ, there is this motto that I live by when I step through those ropes and I’m firing on all cylinders not worrying about anything but getting the job done, and that is that there is no corner I won’t cut, there is no trick that I won’t use, there is no lie I won’t tell to get the job done. I’ll do whatever it takes to win Saturday night, no matter what you might think to the contrary my dear I’m more than willing to break a few rules, bend a few corners, and skirt the system if it means that I’m walking out good as golden. I’m not here to just fight the good fight, aw, gee shucks, maybe we’ll get ‘em next time if I happen to lose. No, the time for just being happy to be here, or trying to prove myself is over. I don’t feel Artemis that I have anything to prove.I know that I have what it takes to be a champion, better yet what it takes to be a great champion. I know that I can hang, I know that I can be just as cut throat if not more cutthroat than you. And while you have fallen silent,not taken this match seriously. Here I am before you Artemis, warning you that if you truly believe that this is going to be the end of the line for yours truly. If you believe that you’re going to coast to yet another successful title defense and that you’re going to out manipulate the situation to your advantage. Well sister, I got some bad news for ya, you’re sorely mistaken and I’ll make certain to do whatever it is that I have to do come out victorious.”
Vic’s eyes light up as a sly grin runs across her face. She taps her forehead and she speaks up yet again.
“I’m Tricky Vicky, that’s who I am for better or worse Champ, and on Saturday night you’re not stepping into the ring with Queen Vic, you’re stepping into the ring with a ruthless competitor with no designs on out classing you, looking to be wrestling royalty, or prove my greatness. No, I’m not out to earn my keep, I’m out to take what I feel is rightfully mine and make certain that a dream deferred is now a reality. So, you count on manipulating the situation to your advantage, you count our Ev and my competitive desires to get the better of us, count on swooping in to take advantage as you yet again find away to stay champion. You keep telling yourself you’ve got the game on lock and that I’m just another victim. Go ahead scoff, underestimate, and overlook me because I’m taking your championship from you at the moment you least expect it like a thief in the night.”
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