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 |  Subject: Claudia Michaels | The Sweet Call of Death  Mon Jul 20, 2020 5:57 pm | |
| Date: Wednesday, July 18, 2020 (A promo that was supposedly before The Professional’s that I already started on and refuse to re-start just because he “already promoed a second time”)Location: Wrestleworld CastleIt was in the middle of the afternoon. Claudia Michaels looked very sad as she rests on her side in the middle of a King-sized bed. She has her arm up as she rests and takes deep breaths, still with a lonely look on her face as she keeps looking at the straw basket that is just across her with a straw lid covering it. Vanessa, her trusted handmaiden, walks to her room carrying a laundry basket. She stops by the Queen’s bedroom with a concerned look on her face.Vanessa: You’ve barely touched your food for the past 4 days, my Queen. Is something wrong?Claudia Michaels: Of course somethings wrong! Everything is wrong! I was supposed to beat King Tristan Killebrew in a match, and Wraith continues to insult me with his mere existence. That asshole tried to cash in on the American Dream Championship and if Maverick didn’t come, we’d have a disgusting piece of garbage for a Champion right now! Think about the humiliation I’ll endure when I present someone like him alongside the other Champions! I’ll look like a fool! Oh, and Andrew hasn’t come back from his road trip. Where the hell did he go to? I miss messing with that guy, I miss yelling at him and I miss making him feel bad… Vanessa: I believe I saw him yesterday…Claudia Michaels: What? And you didn’t tell me? Vanessa: Hmm, well, he was talking to your masseuse… I guess they couldn’t decide whether he’s supposed to come in or not. I’m sure he will come back sooner or later.Claudia Michaels: And what if he doesn’t? What if he’s just done with me? I don’t feel safe. The American Dream Championship doesn’t feel safe either! If he’s not around to protect me, then I might as well take extra steps to ensure that I remain the American Dream Champion forever! I must do what I can to make sure that Stephanie, or April, or even Wraith won’t have a chance to defeat ME for this title if Andrew won’t do it for me!Claudia Michaels opens the straw lid of the basket near her. A hissing sound is heard from inside of it. Out comes a snake peeking its head out and slithering on the side of the basket. Claudia Michaels: Just like Cleopatra, I will let this asp bite me until I answer the sweet call of death! I will choose death by poison over humiliation! Now with a plain view of its surroundings, the snake now crawls slowly towards Claudia Michaels. Claudia Michaels watches it, counting seconds before her early death. Vanessa just watches, seemingly unimpressed. She rolls her eyes before grabbing the snake with her bare hands.Claudia Michaels: Vanessa! Why did you take it? Google said that Cleopatra’s handmaiden was next to be bitten, so you’d have your turn anyway!Vanessa: Well, first of all, I will not be assisting you in your suicide, nor will I try to kill myself after! Second of all, based on the markings, this is not even an asp, it’s a baby python! It’s not even poisonous!
Claudia Michaels: What? Shit. I shouldn’t have trusted that guy from E-bay.A continuous ringing sound is heard as Claudia Michaels searches under the covers for her phone. Claudia Michaels: Oh, yay! It’s him! Put that away now, Vanessa. I have no intention of poisoning myself now…Vanessa sighs as she puts the snake back in the straw basket and closes the lid before she takes it with her to exit the room. Claudia Michaels swipes to answer the phone.Claudia Michaels: Andrew--... Claudia’s face went from excited to annoyed and now pissed.Claudia Michaels: YOU WHAT?!----------------------------Thank God, The Professional is back where he should be… Fighting with me… Protecting me… And ensuring that all of our enemies fall flat on their faces as they foolishly attempt to harm me. A lot of you may think that I’ve been unfair and unforgiving in my treatment to him, but I do believe that this is exactly what he needs. He doesn’t need a Championship. He doesn’t need a career. He needs bloody satisfaction no matter who is unfortunate enough to stand across him. He is more powerful under pressure. He is more effective when he’s stressed out and afraid, and this is the reason why I know that I can rely on The Professional no matter the trials that await. The Professional and I have stood side by side as founders of the Underworld since Violent Ends… That was nearly 7 months ago. That was back in December. It was definitely longer than The Bear and Jag Connection, and it most certainly is longer than The Nice Guys, because that’s how you form a bond with your team -- whether or not titles are involved, you stick together, you grow as competitors and come up with more ways to bruise and batter your opponents. And I wish I could say the same with Teddy Mac and Jungle Jaguar. They are both colorful individuals who found a friend in each other and won the tag team match-up at the Wrestleworld Castle, MY territory, about four DOMINIONs ago, and this is the type of team that one day found out that they got along perfectly well and that they could have the potential to be best friends, and so instead of walking alone in a world of uncertainty, they stood hand in hand as a team… And while normally I’d say that’s beautiful, I think it just goes to show how much of a tag team slut The Nice Guys are. At first, it was a point of criticism that I had for Nobi how he changes friends as quickly as he changes clothes, but it seems to be a trend with his friends too! Why are you even here, Teddy Mac? Not in this match, but at Wrestleworld itself. I know that you’re a sheep that follows Nobi everywhere he goes, I’m sure that at some point you thought that maybe you’d be of use to him here too! You are… were… tag team Champions after all. Did it suck that he didn’t care to seek your assistance or protection when he needs a partner? Were you hoping to be a trio with The Wild Cards? It must be so hard for you to see that Nobi is still sticking with Reno knowing that he’d never get anywhere near the Campeonatos de Parejas with him! It must be difficult to watch him crumble and fall when you know for a fact that this wouldn’t happen under your watch! And the most fucked up part is how he chooses to rely on six other people that are mostly minding their own business over a solid family man like you that stuck with him! But hey, you’re a nice guy! You clench your jaw and force a smile out, just like Nobi. You ball your fists and tell everyone that you’re fine, just like Nobi! You’re okay with all of this! You’re okay with settling, and you trust what Nobi wants to do even if it’s clear that he’s hurting, and you’re off to turn the other cheek and try to make something out of nothing as you march forward with Jungle Jaguar… Until you were given a chance in this Chapter to hurt the man that hurt your friend’s friend. So where does Jungle Jaguar stand in all of this? What does the King of the Wild think of his own tag team partner turning his focus to something else? I’m surprised he even wants to come with you in this match considering the fact that he has no reason to care about me or The Professional… I’m surprised he’s even brave enough to face two former world Champions, one of which is the Architect of the American Dream Championship. I would quit now if I was you two! I would walk away and never show my face again! Well, I suppose if it was that easy, no one would be foolish enough to challenge me again, but people here are naturally stubborn. You will convince yourselves that you are braver and stronger than you really are, and you two will still want to stay and walk into a slaughter. And the same way, you will end up regretting ever getting involved because the Underworld will hurt you and pick you apart, and maybe Nobi and this swarm of parasites called The World’s Finest would feel awful that they allowed this to happen. You are simply no match.Long May She Reign. | |
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