Post by N o a v r r a on Nov 16, 2020 12:31:46 GMT -5
Backstage we find Noavrra leaned up against a wall, sweat on her brow and the Empire Wrestling National Championship in her arms. She looks at as if she is in a trance, her eyes scanning it to take in every detail of the title. She takes her left hand from behind the belt to run her fingers along the championship. The camera catches her expression change as she takes in the sensory input. The feeling the raised metal on her fingertips. The vibrant colors. Even the smell.
She looks above the championship to find that she was so hyper focused that she did not realize she was not alone. A momentary look of shock gave way to a sultry smile. She stuck out her tongue to cover the embarrassment. She then flipped the championship around and sat it in front of her waist. She moved the straps of the title around her waist, and then shrugs with a sheepish grin.
Noavrra: Momma’s gonna need a bigger championship.
She takes her right hand off the belt to flash a peace sign, and sticks out her tongue again for a moment. She winces, pain from the match reminding her of what she went through. It's followed with a smile, however.
A coy smile draws itself across her face.
Noavrra: Almost. And commendations to her. She chose to pass out rather than pass out. These thighs make excellent pillows, so I can’t blame her for wanting to take a little nap. But that’s in my rear view mirror. Winning a championship is great. One of the best moments of my life. But the work isn’t over. I took the target off her ass and put it on mine, And honey, it’s a biig target. But I’m ready for the abuse. I welcome it.
She pulls the championship close to her chest, as if to guard it from the camera’s view.
Noavrra: I said on social media that momma is ready.
She gives a giddy smile.
Noavrra: PAINMOTHER is ready. So if you want this championship, just state your intent and meet me in the ring. If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m not shy. I’ll be ready to defend this title every wekk. But be ready to end up just like everyone who has stepped up to me thus far. Bring yourself a blanket, because you about to catch a nap courtesy of your new National champion.
She winks, and then with a blown kiss she leaves the frame.