Post by N o a v r r a on Sept 16, 2020 23:25:20 GMT -5
There is a puff of pale blue smoke that rises from the bottom of the screen. The camera travels forward through it to see The YEET machine, Noavrra. She lies across an Empire wrestling road case, with her body and head turned up towards the ceiling. Her left leg is bent, while the calf of her right hangs off of the box.
Noavrra: You know...when I put on my pouting face and asked to be remembered...this is not what I expected.
She puts on a smile, not taking her gaze off the ceiling.
Noavrra: But someone apparently was impressed with my performance. Apparently asking to be remembered was worth something. So instead of watching Next level: Ascension from home...I’ll be competing in a “King of the Mountain” match for the brand new National championship.
She closes her eyes blissfully.
Noavrra: It’s got me a little hot and bothered, honestly. What a chapter to get to write.
She places her hands across her tummy and absentmindedly bounces her right leg.
Noavrra: When I spoke up last Hype!, I meant only to remind y’all that I wanted competition. I suppose I got my wish, as this is quite the competition I am being served in this match.
She slowly drags her tongue along her top lip.
Noavrra: Austin Scott, Hayley Halsey, Meg Coleman, Alicia Monroe, and myself.
Noavrra’s eyes flutter open. She turns her head to face the camera and stares.
Noavrra: Austin Scott, a multiple time champion from Blazenwing Wrestling Federation, and former EW Extreme champion. Easily the most decorated of all of us. He knows how to win, that much is clear. Some are already labeling him the favorite.
She puts up her index finger on her left hand.
Noavrra: Hayley Halsey, an individual who won in her debut match last week, and also has some championship gold to her name. She is already calling herself the chosen one. I stood backstage and watched as she laid out Gio DeLuca. It looked...exquisite.
She shivers at the thought.
Noavrra: Alicia Monroe emerged on the victorious side of a best of five, and now she is rewarded with her spot in this match. I’ve learned how precious momentum can be, and she must be feeling like she has it made in that department for this match.
She turns her head, looking back up at the ceiling again.
Noavrra: And Meg Coleman made a bold prediction on social media. She immediately fantasized about being the first National champion. She has the offense to back it up, seemingly.
She takes a moment, her breathing slows as she mediates on her words. She then adjusts on the box, and pushes herself up into a seated position. With a quick adjustment of her “Savage” shirt, she crosses her legs at the ankle and leans towards the camera.
Noavrra: And then there’s me. I’ve got the one thing the rest of them lack.
A wolfish grin crosses her lips.
Noavrra: A desire to be hurt.
Her eyes flutter slightly again.
Noavrra: I look forward to the pain these competitors want to bring. I invite it. I’ve got a spot for it just waiting in my temple. You won’t scare me by talking about the pain you’re planning to inflict. Am I the most successful? No. Am I the most cunning? Unlikely. Am I the fastest? I could surprise a few people, but not all. What I am able to do, is take the pain that these four want to dish out, and return it to them with interest.
She hugs at herself, her eyes closed in bliss.
Noavrra: Give me your best, and your worst. That’s what I’m here for. The championship is just an added bonus.
She draws her hands away from her sides, and rests them on the tops of her thighs.
Noavrra: To grasp the National championship in my second ever match here would be nice, but to be its keeper when I’m set to defend it weekly, having to strategically plan out the punishment I both take and receive?
She lets out a short, sharp grunt of delight.
Noavrra: I could really get used to the way Empire treats a girl. Bummer that a safeword won’t go nearly as far in this match as it would normally, though...
She pushes herself off the box, her ample curves bouncing from the impact.
Noavrra: I’m an underdog, that much is true. But my desire to take that championship is not to be underestimated. Besides…
She rolls her neck slowly from side to side.
Noavrra: Artemis Kaiser has given me my orders. What was it that she said again?
She stops rolling her neck to tap at her lips with her left index finger, then pushes it up towards the ceiling. A sinister shadow falls over her face, by virtue of her tilting her head down slightly.
Noavrra: Go forth and conquer.
She brightens her expression slightly.
Noavrra: So that is what I must do. I will clinch eligibility, by manner of making one of you submit, or pinning you. Then I will climb that ladder, and embrace the title of National champion. And it will bring me one step closer...to shanti.
She winks, and then turns away from the camera. She pauses a moment, and then walks out of frame before things fade to black.
Noavrra: You know...when I put on my pouting face and asked to be remembered...this is not what I expected.
She puts on a smile, not taking her gaze off the ceiling.
Noavrra: But someone apparently was impressed with my performance. Apparently asking to be remembered was worth something. So instead of watching Next level: Ascension from home...I’ll be competing in a “King of the Mountain” match for the brand new National championship.
She closes her eyes blissfully.
Noavrra: It’s got me a little hot and bothered, honestly. What a chapter to get to write.
She places her hands across her tummy and absentmindedly bounces her right leg.
Noavrra: When I spoke up last Hype!, I meant only to remind y’all that I wanted competition. I suppose I got my wish, as this is quite the competition I am being served in this match.
She slowly drags her tongue along her top lip.
Noavrra: Austin Scott, Hayley Halsey, Meg Coleman, Alicia Monroe, and myself.
Noavrra’s eyes flutter open. She turns her head to face the camera and stares.
Noavrra: Austin Scott, a multiple time champion from Blazenwing Wrestling Federation, and former EW Extreme champion. Easily the most decorated of all of us. He knows how to win, that much is clear. Some are already labeling him the favorite.
She puts up her index finger on her left hand.
Noavrra: Hayley Halsey, an individual who won in her debut match last week, and also has some championship gold to her name. She is already calling herself the chosen one. I stood backstage and watched as she laid out Gio DeLuca. It looked...exquisite.
She shivers at the thought.
Noavrra: Alicia Monroe emerged on the victorious side of a best of five, and now she is rewarded with her spot in this match. I’ve learned how precious momentum can be, and she must be feeling like she has it made in that department for this match.
She turns her head, looking back up at the ceiling again.
Noavrra: And Meg Coleman made a bold prediction on social media. She immediately fantasized about being the first National champion. She has the offense to back it up, seemingly.
She takes a moment, her breathing slows as she mediates on her words. She then adjusts on the box, and pushes herself up into a seated position. With a quick adjustment of her “Savage” shirt, she crosses her legs at the ankle and leans towards the camera.
Noavrra: And then there’s me. I’ve got the one thing the rest of them lack.
A wolfish grin crosses her lips.
Noavrra: A desire to be hurt.
Her eyes flutter slightly again.
Noavrra: I look forward to the pain these competitors want to bring. I invite it. I’ve got a spot for it just waiting in my temple. You won’t scare me by talking about the pain you’re planning to inflict. Am I the most successful? No. Am I the most cunning? Unlikely. Am I the fastest? I could surprise a few people, but not all. What I am able to do, is take the pain that these four want to dish out, and return it to them with interest.
She hugs at herself, her eyes closed in bliss.
Noavrra: Give me your best, and your worst. That’s what I’m here for. The championship is just an added bonus.
She draws her hands away from her sides, and rests them on the tops of her thighs.
Noavrra: To grasp the National championship in my second ever match here would be nice, but to be its keeper when I’m set to defend it weekly, having to strategically plan out the punishment I both take and receive?
She lets out a short, sharp grunt of delight.
Noavrra: I could really get used to the way Empire treats a girl. Bummer that a safeword won’t go nearly as far in this match as it would normally, though...
She pushes herself off the box, her ample curves bouncing from the impact.
Noavrra: I’m an underdog, that much is true. But my desire to take that championship is not to be underestimated. Besides…
She rolls her neck slowly from side to side.
Noavrra: Artemis Kaiser has given me my orders. What was it that she said again?
She stops rolling her neck to tap at her lips with her left index finger, then pushes it up towards the ceiling. A sinister shadow falls over her face, by virtue of her tilting her head down slightly.
Noavrra: Go forth and conquer.
She brightens her expression slightly.
Noavrra: So that is what I must do. I will clinch eligibility, by manner of making one of you submit, or pinning you. Then I will climb that ladder, and embrace the title of National champion. And it will bring me one step closer...to shanti.
She winks, and then turns away from the camera. She pauses a moment, and then walks out of frame before things fade to black.