Post by walkindude on Jul 1, 2021 18:43:14 GMT
The FAWN Arena, earlier this week…
“Hello again ladies and gentlemen, I am Joanna Coleman and here with me this afternoon is the FAWN World Champion, the Golden Empress Amara Singh alongside her manager, none other then Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth. Amara, we’re less than a week removed from your next championship defense wherein you will be facing Princess Giselle. You’ve previously defeated her stable mates Colleen O’Neal and Lady Liberty, would you care to explain to the fans why you’ve made such a point of collecting victories from each member of the Greater Good?”
AMARA SINGH:
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN the FOURTH:
Singh arched an eyebrow and offered the Joanna a sardonic smile. “Would I care to? Not in the slightest. Will I do so to honor my contractual obligations? Certainly. You see, Joanna, the peasants in the Greater Good have failed to realize--”
“That Amara Singh is arguably the most domineering World Champion FAWN has seen in quite some time.” Portia interrupted her client and earned a sour look for it, but Fortune’s Favorite didn’t seem to notice. “Admittedly, it’s an easy mistake to make, Coleman. You see, those peasants are so rarely exposed to greatness that they fail to recognize when they’re finally graced with its presence. But the Golden Empress is merciful… to a point, and she looks forward to hearing Princess Giselle’s apology at Summer Swelter. Just as I look forward to your apology for that mistake a moment ago.”
Both Joanna and Amara looked confused at this observation, though it was only the former that replied. “I’m not sure I follow, Portia. What mistake was that?”
“You referred to me as Amara’s manager and that’s correct, but only partly so. You see, I’ve put in certain documents with the FAWN front office to be officially recognized as the Amara’s co-World Champion which will make me not only the FIRST co-World Champion, but also, and even more importantly, the first and only FOUR TIME FAWN World Champion, which, if we’re being honest, is only proper for someone of my bearing and pedigree.”
Joanna was silent as she mulled this revelation. “I… see. That’s certainly a unique arrangement, though I do agree that it’s hard to argue with your credent--”
“That’s fine, Joanna.” Singh broke in, her voice cold. “I’ll argue them for you.”
“Oh, you would?” Baby sounded piqued by the Empress’ disdain. “You certainly didn’t argue about them when I was drew you out of a year-long absence. You remember that, don’t you Empress? How you didn’t have the nerve to show your face in this arena after that scrawny blackbird humiliated you in her house of horrors?”
Amara’s eyes narrowed, her defeat in the Queen’s Chambers still rankled more than she cared to admit. “Watch your tone, Portia.”
“And you yours, Empress. Apparently you HAVE forgotten how reduced you were when I found you. And I understand why. Aside from a few flukes attainable to the walking dead-weight known as Alexis Suguitan, you haven’t tasted defeat since I took you under my wing. First you were a Tag Team Champion, now you’re a World Champion and this whole place responds to your every whim. SO, considering that none of this would’ve been possible without the touch of my golden guidance, I don’t think it’s asking too much for everyone to recognize me as a co-World Champion, do you?”
Singh took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I think if you want to be recognized as a World Champion, you need to step between the ropes and prove it.”
“Perfect. I’ll have Bethany bump that Fantasy Land Jersey to Red, White & Bruised so you and I can have an exhibition of champions at--”
“I think not, Portia. I mean to break the spirit of the Greater Good once and for all, and I mean to do it at Summer Swelter. I will however offer you an opportunity to prove that your prowess still extends beyond the microphone.”
VanBuren regarded the Empress with cold, angry eyes, she clearly didn’t appreciate the hoop Amara placed in her path. “Go on.”
“To claim you’re my equal you must face a woman who has vexed me from the beginning of my golden ascent. She is the thorn in my side that simply refuses to go away. At Summer Swelter, you will wrestle Lenore Lemarchand. Defeat her, and I’ll grant you a match at Red, White and Bruised.” Singh turned her attention from Portia to the camera. “As for you, Raven. I know you’re bristling at the thought of being a pawn in a game between queens, so allow me to offer you proper incentive to play your part. Should you accept this match and somehow happen to triumph, then it is YOU who will get a championship match at Red, White and Bruised.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Portia said brusquely. “That Jersey is the worst sort of cheap knock-off and I’ll prove it when I humiliate her at Summer Swelter… under one condition.”
“What condition is that?” Singh asked with brittle faux-civility.
“Some things, not many, but SOME, are bigger than the World Title. My return to a FAWN ring is one of them. So I’ll accept your challenge. I’ll defeat that Jersey Raven for the whole world to see and I’ll do it in the Main Event. That way YOU can accompany ME to the ring. It’s only fair that you get to scout your co-World Champion, don’t you think?”
Amara smiled warmly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It would be my honor, Portia.”
“I know.”
With that Portia walked one way and Amara walked another, leaving a wide-eyed Joanna Coleman to address the FAWNatics “There you have it ladies and gentlemen, blockbuster news as it happens! Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth returns to the ring for a high-stakes match with Lenore Lemarchand with the winner earning the right to challenge an Empress… or a Princess, to the World Championship at Red, White & Bruised! Keep it right here for more news as it develops and make sure to tune in to Summer Swelter to find out just how it all plays out!”
“Hello again ladies and gentlemen, I am Joanna Coleman and here with me this afternoon is the FAWN World Champion, the Golden Empress Amara Singh alongside her manager, none other then Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth. Amara, we’re less than a week removed from your next championship defense wherein you will be facing Princess Giselle. You’ve previously defeated her stable mates Colleen O’Neal and Lady Liberty, would you care to explain to the fans why you’ve made such a point of collecting victories from each member of the Greater Good?”
AMARA SINGH:
PORTIA OPHELIA VANBUREN the FOURTH:
Singh arched an eyebrow and offered the Joanna a sardonic smile. “Would I care to? Not in the slightest. Will I do so to honor my contractual obligations? Certainly. You see, Joanna, the peasants in the Greater Good have failed to realize--”
“That Amara Singh is arguably the most domineering World Champion FAWN has seen in quite some time.” Portia interrupted her client and earned a sour look for it, but Fortune’s Favorite didn’t seem to notice. “Admittedly, it’s an easy mistake to make, Coleman. You see, those peasants are so rarely exposed to greatness that they fail to recognize when they’re finally graced with its presence. But the Golden Empress is merciful… to a point, and she looks forward to hearing Princess Giselle’s apology at Summer Swelter. Just as I look forward to your apology for that mistake a moment ago.”
Both Joanna and Amara looked confused at this observation, though it was only the former that replied. “I’m not sure I follow, Portia. What mistake was that?”
“You referred to me as Amara’s manager and that’s correct, but only partly so. You see, I’ve put in certain documents with the FAWN front office to be officially recognized as the Amara’s co-World Champion which will make me not only the FIRST co-World Champion, but also, and even more importantly, the first and only FOUR TIME FAWN World Champion, which, if we’re being honest, is only proper for someone of my bearing and pedigree.”
Joanna was silent as she mulled this revelation. “I… see. That’s certainly a unique arrangement, though I do agree that it’s hard to argue with your credent--”
“That’s fine, Joanna.” Singh broke in, her voice cold. “I’ll argue them for you.”
“Oh, you would?” Baby sounded piqued by the Empress’ disdain. “You certainly didn’t argue about them when I was drew you out of a year-long absence. You remember that, don’t you Empress? How you didn’t have the nerve to show your face in this arena after that scrawny blackbird humiliated you in her house of horrors?”
Amara’s eyes narrowed, her defeat in the Queen’s Chambers still rankled more than she cared to admit. “Watch your tone, Portia.”
“And you yours, Empress. Apparently you HAVE forgotten how reduced you were when I found you. And I understand why. Aside from a few flukes attainable to the walking dead-weight known as Alexis Suguitan, you haven’t tasted defeat since I took you under my wing. First you were a Tag Team Champion, now you’re a World Champion and this whole place responds to your every whim. SO, considering that none of this would’ve been possible without the touch of my golden guidance, I don’t think it’s asking too much for everyone to recognize me as a co-World Champion, do you?”
Singh took a deep breath, let it out slow. “I think if you want to be recognized as a World Champion, you need to step between the ropes and prove it.”
“Perfect. I’ll have Bethany bump that Fantasy Land Jersey to Red, White & Bruised so you and I can have an exhibition of champions at--”
“I think not, Portia. I mean to break the spirit of the Greater Good once and for all, and I mean to do it at Summer Swelter. I will however offer you an opportunity to prove that your prowess still extends beyond the microphone.”
VanBuren regarded the Empress with cold, angry eyes, she clearly didn’t appreciate the hoop Amara placed in her path. “Go on.”
“To claim you’re my equal you must face a woman who has vexed me from the beginning of my golden ascent. She is the thorn in my side that simply refuses to go away. At Summer Swelter, you will wrestle Lenore Lemarchand. Defeat her, and I’ll grant you a match at Red, White and Bruised.” Singh turned her attention from Portia to the camera. “As for you, Raven. I know you’re bristling at the thought of being a pawn in a game between queens, so allow me to offer you proper incentive to play your part. Should you accept this match and somehow happen to triumph, then it is YOU who will get a championship match at Red, White and Bruised.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Portia said brusquely. “That Jersey is the worst sort of cheap knock-off and I’ll prove it when I humiliate her at Summer Swelter… under one condition.”
“What condition is that?” Singh asked with brittle faux-civility.
“Some things, not many, but SOME, are bigger than the World Title. My return to a FAWN ring is one of them. So I’ll accept your challenge. I’ll defeat that Jersey Raven for the whole world to see and I’ll do it in the Main Event. That way YOU can accompany ME to the ring. It’s only fair that you get to scout your co-World Champion, don’t you think?”
Amara smiled warmly, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It would be my honor, Portia.”
“I know.”
With that Portia walked one way and Amara walked another, leaving a wide-eyed Joanna Coleman to address the FAWNatics “There you have it ladies and gentlemen, blockbuster news as it happens! Portia Ophelia VanBuren the Fourth returns to the ring for a high-stakes match with Lenore Lemarchand with the winner earning the right to challenge an Empress… or a Princess, to the World Championship at Red, White & Bruised! Keep it right here for more news as it develops and make sure to tune in to Summer Swelter to find out just how it all plays out!”
