Post by hawkeye on Sept 5, 2022 14:13:21 GMT
TURNADOT- FINALE
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The air fills with a full orchestra playing alongside powerful, classically trained singers. The audio of Giacomo Puccini’s three-stage opera feels perfectly appropriate with the sight of the stage illuminated with blinding white spotlights. All focused on the towering sentinel that is the Intercontinental champion.
VICTORIA HACKENSCHMIDT
Victoria drinks in the uproarious response the FAWNatics give her; most to all of them will change their attitudes once the bell rings, but they always love her when the music’s playing. Hackenschmidt takes a calming breath through her nose and sets down the ramp. The German giant stands tall and armourless for the second time in her career, except for her head. She wears her usual silver Corinthian helmet that protects the back and sides of her skull but leaves her high-boned cheeks free with a strip of metal stretched down from the center opening to cover her nose. The helm is smooth other than an artful etching that circles the top of the skull resembling a bejewelled crown. The most crucial thing on Victoria’s person is around her waist, the Intercontinental Championship belt. Under the spotlight, it shines as the brightest beacon to any potential challenger, employed by FAWN or not, to try and pry it from The Valiant One’s grasp.
Head bowed in silent prayer; her hands clutch a cross-hilted broadsword nearly four feet in length, a replica of a family heirloom that hung over the fireplace in her family estate in Hesse. One of two, the other now in possession of the World Champion, Dayna Erza, having defeated Hackenschmidt for it at March to War.
She WILL wrest her honour from Dayna’s grasp, but that’s something to think about on a different night. Shaking off negative thoughts with a mighty roar, Victoria flexes her powerful arms and hefts the replica blade up to a cheering audience, then onto her shoulder before beginning her march towards the ring, the spotlights following her every step.
"Standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 152 pounds!! From Phoenix, Arizona, by way of Hesse, Germany!! She is The Valiant One!! The Intercontinental Champion, Victoria “The Knight” Hackenschmidt!!!”
Constant bedevilment from a toxic wrestling fanbase and upheavals in her personal life led Victoria to make some changes to ease the pressure on her soul, such as removing most of the armour from her entrance. The IC champ marches to the ring in her white halter top, revealing miles of lightly toned, pale tummy with matching boy-cut shorts that cling to her tight hindquarters. White boots and knee pads looking newly shined, and an elbow-length fingerless white glove on her right arm; all her gear has thin black lines that weave and intersect to resemble the plate armour she usually wears to the ring.
Before the bell, Victoria tries to keep her mind on the match ahead, but she still reaches her free arm out to Hi-Five FAWNatics, leaning over the guardrail. The Valiant One briefly detours to a set of steel steps where a solid-looking metal box with a small slit cut into the top sat by the ring apron. Hackenschmidt takes the sword off her shoulder and swiftly swings it in a broad circle before plunging it down into the box with one smooth motion.
As her music dies down, the entrance euphoria dies along with it. A switch flips for the Orlando audience, and the air fills with a cacophony of noise; most of the FAWNatics boo and jeer the Towering Teuton. The feral fans want a champ that shows a little more skin or has a colourful demeanour. Since splitting from her tag partner, Danica Dadal, the audience dislikes Hackenschmidt’s ‘boring and prudish’ personality. At least, that’s how they describe it in the hate mail sent to the arena, the league's headquarters, her home, and on every social media platform.
As she finds her corner, Victoria scans the crowd and sees some pockets of support amongst a sea of jeers. A few signs bear her name or image, many of them displaying a new moniker she has mixed feelings about, Blood Knight. She shrugs to herself, “Well, support is support. Better this than hate mail or starting a petition to get me deported.”
It wasn’t long until the speakers are filled with Monster by Paramore. Two spotlights hit the stage area and that is when we can see a blonde woman emerging through the curtains. Clad in a one-piece Union Jack leotard and red boots is Juliet Morgan. The Scotswoman immediately sprints down to the ring stopping short to smile at some of the fans who are actually cheering her on.
“Making her way to the ring standing at 5’2 and weighing 110 pounds from Glasgow, Scotland she is the garage band rocker Juliet Morgan!!”
JULIET MORGAN
Juliet quickly sprints to the ring where she slides underneath the ropes. She kips up to her feet throwing the devil horns in the air. She sizes up Victoria gulping a bit before she turns her attention back to the crowd raising her hands in the air to the sound of a mixed reaction!
“Let’s rawk out shall we?!”
The feedback of the FAWNatics may be mixed, but it’s the loudest and most positive Juliet has received in some time. The veteran lightweight looks very pleased with her reaction, either unaware or enjoying what’s known as the ‘Hackenschmidt-Hate bump.’ As the challenger settles into her corner and submits to the referee’s examination, Victoria assesses Juliet Morgan. She’s not a former world champion, but at least it’s not a tag team or some horrid hardcore wrestler from the dark corners of wrestling. At the bell’s chime, Victoria strides out of her corner and extends her hand to Juliet, “A Pleasure to meet you. Good luck, tonight.”
Juliet rolls her eyes as she looks at Victoria before she extends her hand and uses it to slap the Intercontinental Champion as hard as she can against the face. An evil grin escapes the blonde’s lips as she replies back. “It won’t be a pleasure until I beat you and prove to Danica that her win over me was a fluke!” Juliet is all grins until she realizes that her slap had little to no effect and she slowly backs up. “Perhaps we can talk about this…”
The slap itself was insulting but only would have brought forth a level of anger on par with professional competitiveness. Bringing up Victoria's ex-partner, ex-student, and current friend/tormentor Danica Dadal is like asking for The Knight to pick up her sword and run you through. Admitting you’re only challenging for the IC title as a means to show Danica up?
That’s a death sentence.
Victoria goes silent and still. Her laser focus on the shrinking Juliet, now snapped into her Blood Knight mindset in record time.
Juliet doesn’t say anything in return as she instead decides to sprint full speed towards her opponent. She delivers some martial arts kicks connecting with a combo before she tries to take her foe down with a spinning heel kick. Victoria is able to catch it with ease forcing Juliet to hop around on one leg. Morgan uses that free leg to deliver an enziguri right to the face of Victoria. The champ staggers back a bit which frees the Scotswoman. Juliet sprints in the opposite direction she uses the ropes as a platform to do a springboard crossbody onto Victoria. However, the champion is able to catch Juliet in the middle of the air. She lifts her high above her head before Victoria runs, deliveringing a massive power slam that shakes the entire ring.
Juliet lets out a howling scream that can be heard in the rafters. She moves around on the floor in pain as Victoria yanks her up by the hair to contemplate her next move. The Towering Teuton hurls the rocker into the ropes and readies a Big Boot on Juliet’s return. Juliet speeds towards the cables, experiencing a sort of heightened awareness driven by the knowledge and fear that she F’ed up big time! This mentality pushes the Lightweight to fight like she’s ever had before; Morgan leaps onto the second rope with the grace of a jungle cat and springs back to Hackenschmidt. Taking the champion in a headlock as she soars past, Morgan uses her bodyweight to twist Victoria into a circle as she falls, driving The Destroyer’s head into the canvas like a nail!
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Juliet didn’t bother with a pin as she stomped out the Destroyer making sure to drive boot after boot right against the stomach of the champion. Morgan grins as she uses her speed to run towards the ropes again; once she reaches them, she uses them as a launch pad jumping off of them backwards and landing a flush Moonsault right against the champion.
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The crowd was actually behind the rocker as she pointed at the top ropes and screamed at the crowd. Everybody started to rise to their feet as she climbed up to the top of the ropes and yelled as loud as she could.
“THIS IS THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!!!!”
With everything she has in her soul she leaps off of the top ropes looking for her finisher. She did two rotations in the air as she looked to finish the champion off with her double rotation Moonsault,
Final Countdown
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THUWMP!
OOOHHH!!!
Victoria rolls out of the way just before impact, letting Juliet splatter on the ring floor; thousands of people cringe at the same moment seeing a woman seconds from winning turned into a fly on a windshield. To the FAWNatics shock, a bedraggled Juliet starts shambling back up. She can feel the gold at her fingertips; Juliet’s about to be the new champ! Behind the rallying challenger, Victoria rushes to her feet, looking angry as hell and fresh as a German daisy(Gänseblümchen) any offence suffered from her challenger while the champion is in the storm of her great rage amounts to bee stings. Her beautiful face contorted into a snarl, the infuriated Hackenschmidt backs into the ropes and launches herself at Juliet in a sprint. The rocker turns around hearing the stomps of the Destroyer’s boots only to be immediately struck in the face with Hackenschmidt’s bicep!
LARIAT
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Juliet Morgan turns from a skilled woman with hopes and dreams into roadkill within a second. The rocker THUDDS onto her head and shoulders like she failed a backflip in the worst way, then her legs slowly tilt down till Juliet's in a matchbook presenting her ass to The Knight like a plea for mercy.
Victoria finishes her run to the other side of the ring where she kicks the bottom cable in a fit of frustration. Juliet should have spun through a full rotation before hitting the mat; that means Victoria's Lariat was just off the mark. Even in the throes of fury, Victoria is a perfectionist. She stomps over her challenger and gives the Scottish rocker a small kick to an upturned buttcheek tipping Juliet over. This action stirs Juliet back to life, but that last attack by the Deutschland Dominator has really taken the fight out of the smaller blonde, reducing Morgan to sluggishly pushing herself off the canvas like she’s moving in slow motion. Victoria’s in no mood to wait.
“Herkommen!”
The knight barks an order as she takes Morgan by the scruff and hip, and lurches her to standing with one big movement. Victoria slaps her hardbody against the rocker’s and takes her around the ribs in a big Bearhug, lifting Morgan clean off her feet.
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The challenger’s eyes widen in shock, and she bleats, thinking her ribcage might shatter under the pressure The Knight is applying. Morgan’s still trying to fight back; she fruitlessly outstretches a hand to the faraway cables and then raises an elbow to nail Vic in the back of the head. Before the bony joint comes down, Victoria starts wrenching Morgan back and forth with wild abandon like a dog with its favourite chew toy.
After ten seconds of flopping Juliet around, Victoria plants her feet and maximizes the power of the Bearhug. The Knight's entire body flexes into a beautiful definition as she tries to tear the rocker in half with sheer force alone. Juliet's face and any exposed skin are nearly glowing red, and her hair is matted with sweat. She is a woman on her last gasp, but she's still not tapping out; she stretches a shaky hand out once more to the ropes. They’re no closer than before. Juliet’s eyes roll back in her head as she lets outs a gasp like a dry wind over a graveyard, and falls limp in The Knight’s arms. The ref’s seen enough; for Morgan’s safety, he skips lifting an arm and motions for the bell.
DINGDINGDING!!!
"Your winner…. And still Intercontinental champion, Victoria Hackenschmidt!!"
The German Giant relaxes her grip and gently lays Morgan on the ring floor. Victoria sees no sense in piling on now that her anger is sated. The FAWNatics find the champion’s domination distasteful, and they voice their rancour LOUDLY. In a rare show of spite towards the fans and her opponent, Victoria places a boot on Morgan’s breast and raises the title high above her head, turning it to all sides of the arena with a sneer. The near-constant ire of the fanbase towards Victoria, mixed with increasing mentions of Danica with their now set match at the upcoming FAWNmania, has The Knight at her breaking point.
“You may not like me, but I defend this championship against all challengers and defeat them, cleanly! No shortcuts! No Excuses! No outside interference! I brought this title back from obscurity, and NO ONE… will take it from me!”