To Serve... [Claudia Michaels]

Clients Posts : 252 Join date : 2019-08-16

I suppose based on Chapter One, all the Architects and Clients alike have been comfortable in their stay in the world of the future, Wrestleworld. I look down from my high balcony and I see the different faces that shine in their own unique colors… It’s like peeking in a kaleidoscope. On and on, they go as they keep me entertained for at least five minutes and then I begin to see that they’re all the same boring, incompetent buffoons that are gunning for the Architects they will soon serve. Yup, you heard me right. Serve is what you will do.

I’m sorry, did you think you were gonna go on your happy, merry way once you become lucky enough to be crowned the Champion? No! That’s not the case. That will never be the case. If I asked you to defend the American Dream Championship against the entire Wrestleworld roster, including the personnel and Jaywalker himself, that’s what you will do! If I wanted you to defend your Championship where you are forbidden to use weapons, while your opponents could use them as they please, you will have to endure it! In Wrestleworld, there is no room for morons and pussies and weaklings, not on my watch, and you will defend the Championship that I named and molded however I see fit. This is not like the European Championship that hinders your capabilities by putting limitations on how you can win. This is not like the Shogun Championship where you are enslaved by the time limits, as the noose pressures itself around your neck until you realize you’ve lost your chance. But more importantly, this is nothing like the Campeonatos de Parejas where, no offense to my buddies El Drake Jaeger and TJ, who, by the way, are two men that I’ve already beaten in a one-on-one title match in the past, the Outlaw Rules don’t rely on someone else’s strength as a requirement, but it a choice for a resource that could possibly save your life! The American Dream Championship stands on its own. It celebrates strength, showmanship, and wits. It celebrates the freedom one possesses and the success that you earn whe you climb your way up the ladder. And trust me, I hate the United States more than all of than anyone else. I hate the people in it. They disgust me. They make me sick to my stomach. I hate how obnoxious the know-it-alls have gotten over these many years, giving two cents that no one asked for. I hate that they are way too busy spiking obesity rates to an all-new high and calling it a disability. I hate that they are way too occupied catering to the sensitive modern-day feminists and social justice warriors that terrorize and verbally abuse those who express thoughts they disagree with and then get called a ‘hero’ for it! I hate that these brainless morons could legally bash other people’s faces with the gun they bought from Wal-mart and call it ‘freedom’... But you know what? It doesn’t matter. Everyone can be miserable so long as I’m comfortably sitting here surrounded by glitters and gold, and all the nice things that I’m passionate about! Everyone can look pathetic, but I’m just so glad that I get to work with the love of my life Robbie again! The fact still remains that Claudia Michaels lives the American Dream that others can never get. No one else compares to her, and no one is good enough to be in her presence. And this Championship represents the hardship, the blood, the sweat and the tears that you’ll have to shed before calling yourself a true Champion if it even gets to that so if you’re not fucking ready for it, then I suggest to let me keep the peace as the Queen of the World and not waste my time on a pitiful challenger like you.

While other Architects would be so glad to name a new Champion so they could focus on operations, Claudia Michaels thinks differently. I will keep this title in my possession forever. I will make sure not a single person gets a glimpse of hope from it because none of them are good enough to represent it better. If you move an inch towards me, I will break your goddam neck. If you try to lay a finger on me, I will knock you out with the heel of my boot. So please, I dare you, if you really insist on wasting my time. I fucking dare you to walk in the ring with me as your opponent and piss me off enough by laying your filthy disgusting hands on a star athlete like me. I dare you to look at my face with those fearless eyes and the same frail body, as you attempt to last 5 minutes with me in the ring without crying for mommy’s help.

And then I will win. And then I will celebrate.

All of you will see that there is just no beating Claudia Michaels…

So you might as well call me --

The One True American Dream Champion.