Post by Mav. on Feb 18, 2021 18:42:49 GMT -5
“Laugh it up…”
The OWA Goddesses Championship. The white gold center plating and crimson red leather strap is how the camera shot fades into, but soon, the championship would slide off of the glass table that it rested on as the camera pans up to find ourselves with Rebecca Brookes- staring down the lens of the camera with an angel-like smile to her face.
“Is this the perfect image that a champion should have?” she questions as she holds the title just beside her head. “I think that this is the kind of image that a champion should be having, not being afraid to show what else they’ve got, being able to show what else they’ve got to prove why they should be winning this match. I told you I had this right here in my grasp and I told you I knew exactly what it meant to be a champion. The Prick? He couldn’t even try on his first night back here, which is how we’ve ended up with Leon Chant as the champion. Mystique has been here for a hot minute and hasn’t proved anything yet except for being able to take a Powerbomb from Frank Dylan James.”
Rebecca placed the championship over her shoulder as she shrugged to the camera.
“Does that prove to me that you’re worthy enough to be heading into a championship match? Honestly, I don’t think so myself but then again, it’ll all depend on what the night brings us, but I’m aiming for one thing. The NLW Heavyweight Championship. That’s what I want. I get that being the Goddess Champion is all nice but being the champion of the world-- means so much… more.” She takes a deep breath. “So what do I need to do to win this? What do I need to do to win my chance at the top? Taking down everyone that gets in my way might sound easy but in reality- it’s not.”
She adjusted the championship on her shoulder as she straightened her posture.
“But people like you, Prick, you make me more motivated to kick everyone down and knock ‘em all out.” Her smile began to grow. “I saw that look in your eyes at the end of Ascendency, and you know what I saw in those eyes? I saw fear. I saw something that nobody, not even the biggest and baddest of men in NLW has ever seen in you before- I saw the fear in you. Tell everyone the lies you can get away with, the big bad scary Prick is not afraid of silly little princess Rebecca Brookes. The cliche is hilarious, I must say. I’ve thought that The Prick would be a little bit smarter than Maze himself but now I think we all see who had the brains and who had the brauns between you two.”
Her giggle was contagious as Ryan Matthews walked past in the background, holding a bag of popcorn.
“But I do have to say, I never thought of someone to be body-shaming their opponent. Right, Mystique? Like, come on, is that the best you could come up with? Seriously? I should have expected better from someone with a large hole in her mask over her mouth- and during a pandemic too? I question your intelligence, Mystique, because even after calling out my very easy win at Ascendency Six, you then took it upon yourself to name my loss in that Six-Man Tag Team Match as something where I was the worst person in that match.”
The questionable look that was all over the face of Rebecca told the entire story within those mere seconds she didn’t speak.
“Really? The worst? Are you serious? That’s poor, considering I almost won that match for my team. I hate to say it but between you two, you might make a great pairing but what you lack are the simple and basic logic and intelligence needed to actually click together. Providing with what both of you had to say, you’re all a little bit generic with your insults. I’ve heard worst coming from my nieces who are seven years of age. And when a seven-year-old’s opinions on me are more impactful than what you two can hit me with? Then what chances of winning do you have?”
“It’s very simple,” Ryan quickly leaned in over her shoulder. “Time is ticking and I wouldn’t put it past you two to make it out of New Orleans as the winner.”
“Nah,” she speaks. “This is for the heritage. This is my moment. Brookes out.”
Quick cut to black. End scene.
The OWA Goddesses Championship. The white gold center plating and crimson red leather strap is how the camera shot fades into, but soon, the championship would slide off of the glass table that it rested on as the camera pans up to find ourselves with Rebecca Brookes- staring down the lens of the camera with an angel-like smile to her face.
“Is this the perfect image that a champion should have?” she questions as she holds the title just beside her head. “I think that this is the kind of image that a champion should be having, not being afraid to show what else they’ve got, being able to show what else they’ve got to prove why they should be winning this match. I told you I had this right here in my grasp and I told you I knew exactly what it meant to be a champion. The Prick? He couldn’t even try on his first night back here, which is how we’ve ended up with Leon Chant as the champion. Mystique has been here for a hot minute and hasn’t proved anything yet except for being able to take a Powerbomb from Frank Dylan James.”
Rebecca placed the championship over her shoulder as she shrugged to the camera.
“Does that prove to me that you’re worthy enough to be heading into a championship match? Honestly, I don’t think so myself but then again, it’ll all depend on what the night brings us, but I’m aiming for one thing. The NLW Heavyweight Championship. That’s what I want. I get that being the Goddess Champion is all nice but being the champion of the world-- means so much… more.” She takes a deep breath. “So what do I need to do to win this? What do I need to do to win my chance at the top? Taking down everyone that gets in my way might sound easy but in reality- it’s not.”
She adjusted the championship on her shoulder as she straightened her posture.
“But people like you, Prick, you make me more motivated to kick everyone down and knock ‘em all out.” Her smile began to grow. “I saw that look in your eyes at the end of Ascendency, and you know what I saw in those eyes? I saw fear. I saw something that nobody, not even the biggest and baddest of men in NLW has ever seen in you before- I saw the fear in you. Tell everyone the lies you can get away with, the big bad scary Prick is not afraid of silly little princess Rebecca Brookes. The cliche is hilarious, I must say. I’ve thought that The Prick would be a little bit smarter than Maze himself but now I think we all see who had the brains and who had the brauns between you two.”
Her giggle was contagious as Ryan Matthews walked past in the background, holding a bag of popcorn.
“But I do have to say, I never thought of someone to be body-shaming their opponent. Right, Mystique? Like, come on, is that the best you could come up with? Seriously? I should have expected better from someone with a large hole in her mask over her mouth- and during a pandemic too? I question your intelligence, Mystique, because even after calling out my very easy win at Ascendency Six, you then took it upon yourself to name my loss in that Six-Man Tag Team Match as something where I was the worst person in that match.”
The questionable look that was all over the face of Rebecca told the entire story within those mere seconds she didn’t speak.
“Really? The worst? Are you serious? That’s poor, considering I almost won that match for my team. I hate to say it but between you two, you might make a great pairing but what you lack are the simple and basic logic and intelligence needed to actually click together. Providing with what both of you had to say, you’re all a little bit generic with your insults. I’ve heard worst coming from my nieces who are seven years of age. And when a seven-year-old’s opinions on me are more impactful than what you two can hit me with? Then what chances of winning do you have?”
“It’s very simple,” Ryan quickly leaned in over her shoulder. “Time is ticking and I wouldn’t put it past you two to make it out of New Orleans as the winner.”
“Nah,” she speaks. “This is for the heritage. This is my moment. Brookes out.”
Quick cut to black. End scene.
