Post by Claire Hawkins on Feb 29, 2024 3:40:04 GMT
FINALLY.
The time has come to make my in-ring debut within CULT's famous compound and I admit that I find myself quite giddy with anticipation for the blood-soaked path set before me. For on the horizon awaits the Killdozer Cup; a triple-threat dream match I never thought possible a year ago.
Truly remarkable.
However, that is for the future, and in the present, I must contend with a very different magnitude of triple threat. Gone are the marquee names of Harvey Marx and Corey Black and instead I find myself squaring off against Adrienne Beaufort and Kaede Iruma; a French Rose and a Demon Assassin of Love.
Now, call me whatever it is you wish, but I cannot help but feel that there is a rather sizable gap in the level of competition from when I toppled the seemingly immovable Sunshine the Dragon to now. I am not discounting their hard work, in-ring talent, or the drive these women have to compete, however, on just which plane of existence must they be to match up to the dragon? It must be on one of the others as I have yet to see anything suggesting either to be worthy of my time as they are now on this miserable plane.
Does that seem harsh?
Maybe.
Yet, you must bear in mind that NOW is not the time to be resting on one laurels; to simply be glad to be here. Red Planet has come and gone and now is the time to get back to that proverbial grindstone/ It's time to work our magic, practice our craft, and SHARPEN our fangs for the next heart-stopping CULT event Now, upon this death march of ours, is THE TIME to make a statement and CLAIM your spot.
You understand that, don't you?
Either of you?
The time has come to make my in-ring debut within CULT's famous compound and I admit that I find myself quite giddy with anticipation for the blood-soaked path set before me. For on the horizon awaits the Killdozer Cup; a triple-threat dream match I never thought possible a year ago.
Truly remarkable.
However, that is for the future, and in the present, I must contend with a very different magnitude of triple threat. Gone are the marquee names of Harvey Marx and Corey Black and instead I find myself squaring off against Adrienne Beaufort and Kaede Iruma; a French Rose and a Demon Assassin of Love.
Now, call me whatever it is you wish, but I cannot help but feel that there is a rather sizable gap in the level of competition from when I toppled the seemingly immovable Sunshine the Dragon to now. I am not discounting their hard work, in-ring talent, or the drive these women have to compete, however, on just which plane of existence must they be to match up to the dragon? It must be on one of the others as I have yet to see anything suggesting either to be worthy of my time as they are now on this miserable plane.
Does that seem harsh?
Maybe.
Yet, you must bear in mind that NOW is not the time to be resting on one laurels; to simply be glad to be here. Red Planet has come and gone and now is the time to get back to that proverbial grindstone/ It's time to work our magic, practice our craft, and SHARPEN our fangs for the next heart-stopping CULT event Now, upon this death march of ours, is THE TIME to make a statement and CLAIM your spot.
You understand that, don't you?
Either of you?
'Are you sure about this?' the raspy voice echoed inside of her head as Claire stood staring out at the Candian settlement that CORPUS Energy had purpose-built. The night sky nothing more than a cold blanket to an already Canadian winter night. Countless people scurried about their business with naught care except for when they were going to get what was theirs. Selfishness, greed, and every emotion imaginable were stuck bottled in a single place where things already threatened to explode. Humans were only human, after all.
"Honestly, I am not," she replied hesitantly; immersed in the stillness of the night. "my attempts to investigate have bore no fruit and I'm starting to suspect that I am either being toyed with."
'oh? Who would be so brazen to dance with death in such a manner?'
"Well," Claire began with a chuckle "I can think of at least one person that considers himself deathproof."
'Be serious here.'
"But I am." she said with a small smile; she wasn't.
Adrienne Beaufort.
Surely YOU must understand the importance of the words I speak. You, who in her FINEST moment, bested Serenity Holmes and seemingly severed her ties with the barbaric company that she so gleefully carved her legacy into. You understand the importance of moving forward so that you can lay claim to opportunities you have rightfully earned; the glory at your fingertips.
Oh, wait.
You have shown yourself to be nothing more than an inexperienced child who is just simply content with being booked. Contrary to the generic drivel you spew, there truly is no hope for one such as you. You can say all the things that need to be said to fool the brainless masses into thinking that all you need is time to improve your game and that, one day, you shall stand tall amongst the greats of this industry but that doesn't do you any good in the face of the person standing across from you; the person set to slit your throat just to watch you bleed. You claim yourself a young warrior ready for the next big opportunity, but time and again you have only proven your bravado to be false and your words hollow.
No money from Red Planet.
No championship gold around your waist.
Are you waiting for an invitation to spread your wings and take to the sky; permission to adapt and evolve as an in-ring competitor?
Truth be told, Miss Beaufort, I find this all to be quite disappointing. You have the potential to grow, not just SCW grand but TRULY grand in ALL of the professional wrestling industry. Yet, whether it be through incompetence or sheer inexperience you prove yourself unable to move forward; forever stuck in that special little hell of "jobberdom", as it were.
So I challenge you, Miss Beaufort.
I challenge you to dig down deep within yourself and find that fire that allowed you to sever Holmes had left with CULT; that fire that led you to truly believe that you would beat Sunshine for the Television Championship. Find that fire ~that DRIVE` and meet me in that ring with the intention of fighting for your LIFE. No hollow words or empty promises.
Just you.
Just your skill.
Just your will to survive
For I am not walking into that compound to simply compete as we might otherwise normally. I am not going to suplex you and keep you down with rest holds, oh no. My dear delusional guttersnipe, I fully intend to sacrifice you to the new legacy I plan to carve into this company; this INDUSTRY. The little witch from Action Wrestling has spread her wings and now she aims to make the WHOLE WORLD hers. Through blood, bone, or skill alone I shall grab hold of that reality and I shall do WHATEVER it is I need to do to make it so.
So FIGHT ME.
Make this old crone of war stand her ground and FORCE me to defeat your young earnest heart with a degree of skill UNDENIBLE to anyone watching.
Be the Challenge or the sacrifice.
The choice is yours.
Surely YOU must understand the importance of the words I speak. You, who in her FINEST moment, bested Serenity Holmes and seemingly severed her ties with the barbaric company that she so gleefully carved her legacy into. You understand the importance of moving forward so that you can lay claim to opportunities you have rightfully earned; the glory at your fingertips.
Oh, wait.
You have shown yourself to be nothing more than an inexperienced child who is just simply content with being booked. Contrary to the generic drivel you spew, there truly is no hope for one such as you. You can say all the things that need to be said to fool the brainless masses into thinking that all you need is time to improve your game and that, one day, you shall stand tall amongst the greats of this industry but that doesn't do you any good in the face of the person standing across from you; the person set to slit your throat just to watch you bleed. You claim yourself a young warrior ready for the next big opportunity, but time and again you have only proven your bravado to be false and your words hollow.
No money from Red Planet.
No championship gold around your waist.
Are you waiting for an invitation to spread your wings and take to the sky; permission to adapt and evolve as an in-ring competitor?
Truth be told, Miss Beaufort, I find this all to be quite disappointing. You have the potential to grow, not just SCW grand but TRULY grand in ALL of the professional wrestling industry. Yet, whether it be through incompetence or sheer inexperience you prove yourself unable to move forward; forever stuck in that special little hell of "jobberdom", as it were.
So I challenge you, Miss Beaufort.
I challenge you to dig down deep within yourself and find that fire that allowed you to sever Holmes had left with CULT; that fire that led you to truly believe that you would beat Sunshine for the Television Championship. Find that fire ~that DRIVE` and meet me in that ring with the intention of fighting for your LIFE. No hollow words or empty promises.
Just you.
Just your skill.
Just your will to survive
For I am not walking into that compound to simply compete as we might otherwise normally. I am not going to suplex you and keep you down with rest holds, oh no. My dear delusional guttersnipe, I fully intend to sacrifice you to the new legacy I plan to carve into this company; this INDUSTRY. The little witch from Action Wrestling has spread her wings and now she aims to make the WHOLE WORLD hers. Through blood, bone, or skill alone I shall grab hold of that reality and I shall do WHATEVER it is I need to do to make it so.
So FIGHT ME.
Make this old crone of war stand her ground and FORCE me to defeat your young earnest heart with a degree of skill UNDENIBLE to anyone watching.
Be the Challenge or the sacrifice.
The choice is yours.
'Whatever.' the voice responded in exasperation 'Just make sure you deal with it......whatever it is.'
"Yes, yes." Claire murmured to herself as the voice faded from her mind. Continuing to stare out the window of the condo, she couldn't help but feel the.....wrongness(?) that seemed to radiate throughout the little city. Was it "wrongness", whatever that was? She didn't know. However, what she did know was that walking through the streets was like walking through tar; it felt sticky, and heavy, and could easily burn through you.
She didn't like it.
Even so, the best way to get to the bottom of this mysterious energy was to be near its source and, right now, all she could do was wrestle for Combat Unlimited: Lethal Trials and do the best she could within the confines of it's seasoned history of violence. In that regard, Red Planet had been a wonderful start. Sunshine the Dragon had managed to scrap together quite a reputation and getting the win over him had been quite the boon. Even so, nothing good came from staying in the past and the next challenge was to face off against two tenured competitors in CU:LT; not of the caliber of SUnshine, as of yet.
"Things were so much easier when I could simply run a blade through their throats." she said aloud with a sigh as she turned away from the window. Some things still needed to be done before she began preparations for the upcoming contest. One of which was-
CRASH!
With the unmistakable sound of the front door being kicked in echoing throughout the space, a devilish smile curled her midnight-black lips. She might just be able to stab a bitch after all.
That challenge extends to you as well.
Kaede Iruma.
You may have proven yourself to be a warrior of a better caliber compared to Miss Beaufort, but a reign as a Double Homicide champion does not amount to much in the broader world. Yes, you and your partner performed admirably in defending those championship belts but that glory has long since passed and the Heartseekers find themselves floundering individually.
The failures against Datura and Grace Leary of proof of that.
However, that also proves that at least ONE of you has been judged worthy to compete for the CULT Classic and the New World championships.
It just isn't you.
No, you're playing clean-up crew whenever Niijima shits the bed and you are forced to appear so that her exposure is not severe enough to send you both back to the tag division. Now, I could say a number of things degrading you for being the pet of a little failure such as your Baby Metal cosplaying partner but I fear that it would serve no purpose. You already ACCEPT her role as your BETTER and you do whatever it is you must.
You're pathetic.
So, for the sake of whatever self-respect you have, I suggest you take me up on my challenge. FORCE me to compete like I had to at Red Planet; MAKE me desperate enough to resort to my plethora of tricks. PROVE that you are MORE than just her little pet. BE the WARRIOR you truly are and FIGHT ME.
HURT ME.
Make be BLEED.
Do this so that I may SHARPEN my fangs for the dream match that lies ahead. TEST me like you've never been able to test anyone and meet me in that ring with the intention of GUTTING me. Do NOT hold back nor attempt to play this off as "just another match" when it isn't. Don't allow me to decimate you like I did Sunshine at Red Planet; don't let embarrass you and Beaufort both by taking care of both of you handily..
Be the CHALLENGE.
Not the SACRIFICE.
Because, if you can't then forget about looking forward to the next show; to the Killdozer Cup.
CULT does not need useless corpses.
Kaede Iruma.
You may have proven yourself to be a warrior of a better caliber compared to Miss Beaufort, but a reign as a Double Homicide champion does not amount to much in the broader world. Yes, you and your partner performed admirably in defending those championship belts but that glory has long since passed and the Heartseekers find themselves floundering individually.
The failures against Datura and Grace Leary of proof of that.
However, that also proves that at least ONE of you has been judged worthy to compete for the CULT Classic and the New World championships.
It just isn't you.
No, you're playing clean-up crew whenever Niijima shits the bed and you are forced to appear so that her exposure is not severe enough to send you both back to the tag division. Now, I could say a number of things degrading you for being the pet of a little failure such as your Baby Metal cosplaying partner but I fear that it would serve no purpose. You already ACCEPT her role as your BETTER and you do whatever it is you must.
You're pathetic.
So, for the sake of whatever self-respect you have, I suggest you take me up on my challenge. FORCE me to compete like I had to at Red Planet; MAKE me desperate enough to resort to my plethora of tricks. PROVE that you are MORE than just her little pet. BE the WARRIOR you truly are and FIGHT ME.
HURT ME.
Make be BLEED.
Do this so that I may SHARPEN my fangs for the dream match that lies ahead. TEST me like you've never been able to test anyone and meet me in that ring with the intention of GUTTING me. Do NOT hold back nor attempt to play this off as "just another match" when it isn't. Don't allow me to decimate you like I did Sunshine at Red Planet; don't let embarrass you and Beaufort both by taking care of both of you handily..
Be the CHALLENGE.
Not the SACRIFICE.
Because, if you can't then forget about looking forward to the next show; to the Killdozer Cup.
CULT does not need useless corpses.
