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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2013 14:29:40 GMT -5
Raiyven walks out to the praises of her fans as she walks out for the first time in months without the Vixxen's Championship. It did feel weird for her not to be the champion any more but she had a little smile on her face as she made her way to the ring. She walks with a mic in her hand as she climbs through the ropes as the lighting follows her to the ring. She really didn't know what to say but just felt it was best to lead with her heart.
I know many won't believe this but I am out here to congratulate Jynx on her victory. She is the new Vixxen's Champion and good luck in defending that title next month. But if you think, I am down and out then you are sadly mistaken! I made a few mistakes in that match but I don't regret fighting you in a match that you were groomed for. But I have made adjustments on how to fight someone like you and the next time we get in the ring you will see a different fighter. And yes I said fighter and not wrestler.
But the reason, I am out here is to say that for months I have had one Vixxen after another come after me. Now it is my turn! It is my turn to take discipline and instruction and use it as a positive instead of a negative. And with recent additions I know there is someone that is itching to get in the ring. Because I am out here to fight and not do nails. I am out here to see how good I am and knowing that every Vixxen in the back is ready to take that next step to see who is the best in this locker room? The question always seems to be is there any one in the back willing to go one on one with me? Or should I go to the back and drag someone out here to beat up? Or slap the taste out of that damn Jenna Storm for opening up her big mouth or challenge Jynx to a rematch?
Those all are interesting questions but only one real answer remains and that is me. I am the answer to all of those questions and one way or another they all will be answered!
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Post by privileged on Jan 31, 2013 3:28:02 GMT -5
Every victory accompanies failure. Tasting the bitter taste of defeat was a given. No matter how good you are, no matter how perfect you may be within a competitive environment, losing is an inevitable possibility. Michelle Rochefort wasn't a stranger to failure. It was her own stubbornness that made her want to face opponents at their absolute peak. She strove to be the example of perfection, and to Michelle being perfect wasn't a concept reflected on someone's win/loss record, including her own. Being "perfect" was an art, and one can only achieve perfection when their partner is strong enough to support it. Her match against Neon, while still resulting in a Michelle Rochefort loss, was perfect. She could feel the confidence radiating from her opponent, and together they put on a dance which was unrivaled to anything else on the card...except for one. The Vixen's Championship match. A 30 minute spectacle that made Michelle Rochefort grow with envy.
"There isn't anything more appealing than an ambitious competitor." Michelle Rochefort answered the challenge, already dressed in her wrestling attire. Upon making her entrance she elegantly bowed towards her audience, which resulted in a string of faint boos. Apparently her short program with Neon from two weeks ago didn't pierce any loving hearts with an arrow. Remaining on the entrance ramp, keeping her distance from the former champion, Michelle pursed her lips before giving her a devious grin. "Your most admirable feature is your uncanny ability to recognize your own faults. I'm personally not too familiar with your past, but competitors who fail to see their own mistakes are ultimately doomed to fail. I'm sure you knew that already however, simply judging by time-frame of which you held your championship." Holding a full hand up, to show that she knew Raiyven held the Vixen's Championship for five months, Michelle then turned it to a slow clap, casually walking down the entrance ramp while doing so.
Stopping ringside, she held the microphone back up towards her lips. "You seem like someone who takes a loss as a learning experience, and you were a deserving inaugural champion. Your last match though...comment puis-je le dire?" Michelle held up her free hand, lightly shook it and accompanied it with a loud and discrediting "ehhhh." The crowd played to her antics beautifully as they gave her a negative response. Michelle only hoped this fueled Raiyven to want to absolutely kill her, a thirty-minute match wasn't something to show disrespect towards. "I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in thinking that beyond the first ten minutes, it was a dud. Well, not for Jynx, but for you personally." Michelle made sure she pointed at Raiyven directly. "Your kicks were sluggish, you gave Jynx countless opportunities to prepare for them. A champion of your stature shouldn't have provided such a window. It's almost like you wanted look weak, but that's not true. At least I hope." Holding a concerned hand towards her heart, Michelle turned her attention to the ring steps and began to climb up them. "You're a shoot fighter. Your punches are equally as lethal as your kicks. Tonight, I would like to be given the window of opportunity to show that I'm better than a prized shoot fighter. To show that a wrestler without a win under her belt can take a company's champion of five months to the limit." Bowing before her hopeful opponent, Michelle gave Raiyven the chance to accept her offer. "Shall we dance?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2013 6:51:57 GMT -5
Raiyven looks at the newly signed talent as arrogant. Reminds her so much of the other women in the back. But she nods in agreement over what she just said.
The barbie from France, huh? You want to get in the ring with me? I really am going to enjoy this one. I have yet to fight anyone from France or even been to Paris. So tonight fighting you will be my utmost honor. That is how your French barbies say isn't it? But tonight it won't be about my mistakes but my accomplishments. It will be about me ripping that ivory skin of yours off your face and seeing what French blood looks like. It is red isn't it? No matter! All that matters is that you came out and unlike the others were able to meet the challenge.
Now I held that title like no other. You are right about that. And tonight I am gonna show you if you weren't paying attention on what I can do and how I do it. So hopefully momma and daddy ain't watching blondie blonde tonight. Because unlike Paris you are not in some modeling shoot but you are in this ring with what did you call me? A shoot fighter?
So tonight Miss Paris we will dance but I don't really like holding hands. Michelle everyone in this arena knows who you are. A woman with a strong name like Rochefort; I want to see if you wrestle the same way you walked out here. I want to see what you are capable of because I know the Silva's would not of signed you unless they saw something. Tonight I want to see that something and tonight you are gonna see something back. The dance we will do and tonight it will be the dance of your life. The street fighter vs the established wrestler. It should be fun now shouldn't it?
Raiyven stands there torn up on the inside about the comments about her weak approach but wanted to psych herself to get ready for this battle. She didn't want to let her guard down and give Michelle anything that she could use or have her aggression open up a window of opportunity. She wanted to stay calm and do business like she has always done.
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Post by privileged on Jan 31, 2013 14:57:05 GMT -5
"Well, aren't you just full of assumptions?" Rolling her eyes, Michelle sighed. She was absolutely positive that she didn't utter a single characterized insult towards her opponent, yet Raiyven insisted on clawing beneath her skin by insulting her intelligence. French barbie? Mommy and daddy? Blondie blonde? "A person can both be beautiful and have the ability to take care of herself within the heart of war. Though, I'm not entirely positive if you contain either of those qualities anymore." Shrugging, she then gave Raiyven a somewhat serious expression. "Oui, if you're going to insult how I look, then I am free to do same. Though such petty insults will not reflect positively for you; 'blondie blonde?' This is just a small suggestion, but maybe you should allow your fists to do all your chatting for you. Maybe then my lovely parents will fear for my safety." A false look of concern overcame her as she tried to imitate the potential expression of a concerned mother.
Michelle had to remind herself that she was in the ring with someone who earned the title of "champion." Raiyven wasn't going to be like some of other women she had faced in the past; the fighter wasn't going to give up on herself and pathetically hand a victory over. If Michelle was going survive and leave a positive impression for her audience she was going to have work for it. Show the locker room and the world that she was more than just a pretty, "blondie-blonde" face. If Raiyven proved anything, it was how the rest of their roster perceived her. While flattering that she looked like a model, Michelle wanted to be seen as a fierce competitor. A wrestler that could not only hold her own, but a wrestler that other people wanted to dance with. "You are right, however. Tonight will be fun. The notion of war always puts a smile on this face, and teasing my own bloodshed is exciting for me, I urge you to rip every centimeter of my ivory skin off of it. I'm sorry if I disappoint you though, my blood bleeds red just like yours." Ending her sentence with a smirk which she hoped motivate Raiyven more, Michelle then retreats to a ring corner performing a quick pre-match stretch. Moments from now that bell was going to ring signalling the promise of an intense battle.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2013 6:56:48 GMT -5
Raiyven smiled as she saw Michelle walk over to the ropes to stretch. Almost as to say she was ready to throw down and Raiyven was too.
I am glad me and you understand each other. And don't worry my fists and feet always do my talking.[/b]
She throws the mic down as she pops her neck and moves her arms to loosen them up. She can hear the crowd supporting her as they cheer for her and boo for Michelle. It hypes up Raiyven as she is ready to see a ref and get this match underway. All she cared about was this match tonight and seeing what this woman can do in the ring.
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