Post by hawkeye on Nov 9, 2020 2:57:56 GMT
Earlier this afternoon…
Joanna Coleman greeted the viewer with a nod and a smile, the veteran broadcaster’s microphone already in perfect position before she said, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to FAWN’s All Hallows Evil Wheel of Fate special! I’m here in the basement of the Harrenhal training facility, more lovingly known around these parts as the Madhouse to bear witness to which stipulations will befall tonight’s competitors. We already know that Becky Clayton will defend the FAWN World Title against Alexis Suguitan in a Strap Match and that Macy Renquist will put the Lightweight gold on the line against Eve Choldstone in a Ladder Match, but there’s still much, much more to be decided. Our next match for instance is a continuation of hostilities from ‘Mania that will see the other half of the Gold Standard, the Empress Amara Singh, go one on one against one half of the new Tag Team Champions, Valerie ‘Stems’, Stipanovic. In fact I’m being told by my producers that--”
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH
“Quiet down, Jersey.” Portia VanBuren chided as she strode into frame with Amara a few steps behind. “Each and every one of those idiots knows that what happened at ‘Mania was nothing more than… a fluke. A hiccup. A--”
AMARA SINGH
“An anomaly.” Singh growled. “Those two scrawny peasants capitalized on a freak confluence that will NEVER happen again. And as much as it disgusts me to wait another month to reclaim our rightful gold, what I do to Stems will serve as a golden harbinger for the Standard’s glorious revi--”
“The hell it will.” The camera pulled out a little wider to reveal none other than Valerie Stipanovic striding in from Joanna’s left. Amara snarled and moved to intercept, but stopped short when Portia stretched an arm across her chest. “Sorry to keep you waiting Joanna,” the near six-footer said, “I got caught up laughing at the delusions these two are spewing.”
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
“No delusions here, Jersey.” VanBuren snapped. “Just cold, empirical facts. You and McGinty won the lottery at ‘Mania, only problem is the taxes come due at All Hallows Evil and YOU’RE the one who pays the pri--”
Val stepped toward the veteran, who suddenly had no problem letting Amara take point. “We can do this now, if you want.” the Angeleno said softly. “We both know I can take you. And that Portia won’t lift a finger to help.”
“The Hell I--”
Amara raised a hand and damned if Baby didn’t fall silent. “ As much as I would delight in destroying you here and now, I’m not about to give either of you losers an excuse to delay our rematch. So go ahead and take a deep breath, then spin that stupid wheel so we can find out just how I’m going to destroy you.”
Stipanovic smiled, then shook her head ‘no’ and gestured to the ominously oversized wheel looming behind Joanna. “Oh no, Amara. I insist you spin for us. A magnanimous champion should occasionally defer to her challengers, don’t you think?”
“Watch your tongue, peasant.” Singh hissed.
“Spin the wheel or I’ll slap the taste out of your mouth, short-stuff.” Stipanovic snapped.
Amara’s hand came up abruptly but instead of firing a shot she grabbed hold of the wheel and did as bade.
The Wheel of Fate whirled and clicked through all manner of stipulations: The Yard, The Echo Chamber, Gymnasticide, Hall of Mirrors, a Kismet Street Fight, even the dreaded Hedge Maze of Horrors, but in the end it was two simple words that made the breath catch in Amara’s throat and Valerie grin from ear to ear.
Oil Pit
“It’s RIGGED.” Portia barked at once. I demand a re-spin conducted by a properly licensed and monitored govern--”
Amara wheeled around and stalked off without so much as a word, leaving Fortune’s Favorite to fetch a deep sigh. “This changes nothing.” she told Stipanovic. “She’s going to crush you. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“There you have it, Amara Singh will battle Valerie Stipanovic inside the Oil Pit this evening at All Hallows Evil.” Joanna exclaimed when VanBuren had followed her client out of frame. “Val, any parting words for the folks at home?
“Lenore set a high bar for spanking Amara’s ass inside the Oil Pit.” Stems admitted with a smile. “Which is why I’m going to take such joy in vaulting right the hell over it. Tonight, I treat the Empress like a peasant.”
Joanna Coleman greeted the viewer with a nod and a smile, the veteran broadcaster’s microphone already in perfect position before she said, “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to FAWN’s All Hallows Evil Wheel of Fate special! I’m here in the basement of the Harrenhal training facility, more lovingly known around these parts as the Madhouse to bear witness to which stipulations will befall tonight’s competitors. We already know that Becky Clayton will defend the FAWN World Title against Alexis Suguitan in a Strap Match and that Macy Renquist will put the Lightweight gold on the line against Eve Choldstone in a Ladder Match, but there’s still much, much more to be decided. Our next match for instance is a continuation of hostilities from ‘Mania that will see the other half of the Gold Standard, the Empress Amara Singh, go one on one against one half of the new Tag Team Champions, Valerie ‘Stems’, Stipanovic. In fact I’m being told by my producers that--”
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN THE FOURTH
“Quiet down, Jersey.” Portia VanBuren chided as she strode into frame with Amara a few steps behind. “Each and every one of those idiots knows that what happened at ‘Mania was nothing more than… a fluke. A hiccup. A--”
AMARA SINGH
“An anomaly.” Singh growled. “Those two scrawny peasants capitalized on a freak confluence that will NEVER happen again. And as much as it disgusts me to wait another month to reclaim our rightful gold, what I do to Stems will serve as a golden harbinger for the Standard’s glorious revi--”
“The hell it will.” The camera pulled out a little wider to reveal none other than Valerie Stipanovic striding in from Joanna’s left. Amara snarled and moved to intercept, but stopped short when Portia stretched an arm across her chest. “Sorry to keep you waiting Joanna,” the near six-footer said, “I got caught up laughing at the delusions these two are spewing.”
VALERIE STIPANOVIC
“No delusions here, Jersey.” VanBuren snapped. “Just cold, empirical facts. You and McGinty won the lottery at ‘Mania, only problem is the taxes come due at All Hallows Evil and YOU’RE the one who pays the pri--”
Val stepped toward the veteran, who suddenly had no problem letting Amara take point. “We can do this now, if you want.” the Angeleno said softly. “We both know I can take you. And that Portia won’t lift a finger to help.”
“The Hell I--”
Amara raised a hand and damned if Baby didn’t fall silent. “ As much as I would delight in destroying you here and now, I’m not about to give either of you losers an excuse to delay our rematch. So go ahead and take a deep breath, then spin that stupid wheel so we can find out just how I’m going to destroy you.”
Stipanovic smiled, then shook her head ‘no’ and gestured to the ominously oversized wheel looming behind Joanna. “Oh no, Amara. I insist you spin for us. A magnanimous champion should occasionally defer to her challengers, don’t you think?”
“Watch your tongue, peasant.” Singh hissed.
“Spin the wheel or I’ll slap the taste out of your mouth, short-stuff.” Stipanovic snapped.
Amara’s hand came up abruptly but instead of firing a shot she grabbed hold of the wheel and did as bade.
The Wheel of Fate whirled and clicked through all manner of stipulations: The Yard, The Echo Chamber, Gymnasticide, Hall of Mirrors, a Kismet Street Fight, even the dreaded Hedge Maze of Horrors, but in the end it was two simple words that made the breath catch in Amara’s throat and Valerie grin from ear to ear.
Oil Pit
“It’s RIGGED.” Portia barked at once. I demand a re-spin conducted by a properly licensed and monitored govern--”
Amara wheeled around and stalked off without so much as a word, leaving Fortune’s Favorite to fetch a deep sigh. “This changes nothing.” she told Stipanovic. “She’s going to crush you. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“There you have it, Amara Singh will battle Valerie Stipanovic inside the Oil Pit this evening at All Hallows Evil.” Joanna exclaimed when VanBuren had followed her client out of frame. “Val, any parting words for the folks at home?
“Lenore set a high bar for spanking Amara’s ass inside the Oil Pit.” Stems admitted with a smile. “Which is why I’m going to take such joy in vaulting right the hell over it. Tonight, I treat the Empress like a peasant.”