Young Blood
Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:56 pm
OOC - Eventually I will write something decent.
The EBWF cameras took us backstage at the Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena in Jacksonville, Florida. Michael Cole was pictured walking down the corridors until he reached double metal doors. Michael Cole pushed open the door and walked out into the parking garage. Almost running him over as he stepped out into the parking area, an oversized black jacked up GMC Sierra truck came to a sudden halt and parked over two parking spots. The windows were tinted very dark and the back window of the truck was covered in band stickers of all varieties. The door swung open and out dropped one of EBWF's newest women's wrestlers, Zahra Schreiber. The tattooed Diva grabbed her gear bag and threw the strap over her shoulder. She quickly locked her oversized vehicle with the clicker in her hand.
Cole: Zahra! Zahra!
Michael Cole called out her name and sprinted to catch up to her, blowing off the fact that she nearly took him out just moments ago.
Cole: Can I please get a few words with you before your match this evening?
Zahra turned and simply shrugged her shoulders. She had on sunglasses that covered most of her face despite being in a parking garage.
Zahra: Sure, yeah whatever.
Michael Cole quickly signaled to his cameraman and began to speak into the microphone in his hand.
Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is one part of the Moonlight Dollz, Zahra Schreiber. Good evening Zahra.
Zahra nodded her head and folded her arms across her chest. The small raven haired beauty's arms and chest were covered with colorful tattoos, which were clearly on display thanks to her black corset top.
Zahra: Cole.
Cole: Zahra, the EBWF universe has seen very little of you since you and Gionna Daddio both lost in a tag team match against Eva Marie and Summer Rae at Wrestlemania. Care to explain what you have been up to since then?
Zahra: Does it honestly matter? Let me answer that for you and save our universe from hearing that annoying voice of yours. No, it doesn't matter and quite frankly it's none of your damn business. If I felt like divulging info about what I've been up to, then I would just say it. I don't need some pipsqueak interviewer trying to badger it out of me. All you need to be concerned with is what I am going to do tonight.
Cole: Which is what exactly?
Zahra pushed the sunglasses up off her face and onto the top of her head, pushing some of her dark black hair back away from her face. She had a stern look on her face.
Zahra: I am going to completely wreck my opponent tonight. I can't even promise there will be anything left to go back home to Wes Ikeda after this match.
Cole's eyes widened as he rushed to speak once more.
Cole: That's a strong declaration coming from you regarding one of EBWF's greats, Natalya.
Zahra sneered at Cole's comment.
Zahra: Listen to me when I tell you that this is the end of an age and a real revolution in Women's wrestling is upon us. It's time for a handful of these Women athletes to step aside and let the fresh talent get to work. It's time for us young bloods to shine. It's the dawn of a new era in Women's wrestling and there is certainly no room for any leeches. Leeches that are sucking this division dry while trying to remain in the spotlight. We are finally at a point where we are no longer merely labeled as "Divas". That word is a filthy, demeaning thing of the past. Just think about it, Cole... When you think of "Divas", you think of women like Trish Stratus, Velvet Sky, Torrie Wilson, Natalya... Sure, they MAY have been a staple in women's wrestling at one point or another, but believe me when I say, it's time for the long timers to step aside and sit a few out.
Zahra adjusted the strap of her gear bag over her shoulder.
Zahra: I get that Natalya was once at the top of this division, but that was many, MANY, moons ago. Natalya is basically a shell of her former self. A woman who is only known by her former glory and not by anything present. I'm sure she's high on herself now because she's embraced being an Ikeda, but being the wife of Mr. Money bags isn't going to get you far anymore. Natalya better realize that I'm not like the other cookie cutter, Malibu Barbie wannabe types that have floated around in the back for decades. I've been fighting all my life, from the mean streets of Chicago to the ring out there. Natalya's whole career is basically all played out at this point, while mine is only just beginning. You can mark my words, Nattie's ticket in this Queen of the Ring tournament expires here tonight. Maybe if she's lucky enough, Wes will warm that private jet up for her for the plane ride home where she belongs.
Zahra pulled open the double metal doors and walked into the arena, leaving Michael Cole standing there with his camera crew. The doors slammed shut behind her as Michael Cole looked at the camera and it faded to black.
The EBWF cameras took us backstage at the Jacksonville Veterans Memorial Arena in Jacksonville, Florida. Michael Cole was pictured walking down the corridors until he reached double metal doors. Michael Cole pushed open the door and walked out into the parking garage. Almost running him over as he stepped out into the parking area, an oversized black jacked up GMC Sierra truck came to a sudden halt and parked over two parking spots. The windows were tinted very dark and the back window of the truck was covered in band stickers of all varieties. The door swung open and out dropped one of EBWF's newest women's wrestlers, Zahra Schreiber. The tattooed Diva grabbed her gear bag and threw the strap over her shoulder. She quickly locked her oversized vehicle with the clicker in her hand.
Cole: Zahra! Zahra!
Michael Cole called out her name and sprinted to catch up to her, blowing off the fact that she nearly took him out just moments ago.
Cole: Can I please get a few words with you before your match this evening?
Zahra turned and simply shrugged her shoulders. She had on sunglasses that covered most of her face despite being in a parking garage.
Zahra: Sure, yeah whatever.
Michael Cole quickly signaled to his cameraman and began to speak into the microphone in his hand.
Cole: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is one part of the Moonlight Dollz, Zahra Schreiber. Good evening Zahra.
Zahra nodded her head and folded her arms across her chest. The small raven haired beauty's arms and chest were covered with colorful tattoos, which were clearly on display thanks to her black corset top.
Zahra: Cole.
Cole: Zahra, the EBWF universe has seen very little of you since you and Gionna Daddio both lost in a tag team match against Eva Marie and Summer Rae at Wrestlemania. Care to explain what you have been up to since then?
Zahra: Does it honestly matter? Let me answer that for you and save our universe from hearing that annoying voice of yours. No, it doesn't matter and quite frankly it's none of your damn business. If I felt like divulging info about what I've been up to, then I would just say it. I don't need some pipsqueak interviewer trying to badger it out of me. All you need to be concerned with is what I am going to do tonight.
Cole: Which is what exactly?
Zahra pushed the sunglasses up off her face and onto the top of her head, pushing some of her dark black hair back away from her face. She had a stern look on her face.
Zahra: I am going to completely wreck my opponent tonight. I can't even promise there will be anything left to go back home to Wes Ikeda after this match.
Cole's eyes widened as he rushed to speak once more.
Cole: That's a strong declaration coming from you regarding one of EBWF's greats, Natalya.
Zahra sneered at Cole's comment.
Zahra: Listen to me when I tell you that this is the end of an age and a real revolution in Women's wrestling is upon us. It's time for a handful of these Women athletes to step aside and let the fresh talent get to work. It's time for us young bloods to shine. It's the dawn of a new era in Women's wrestling and there is certainly no room for any leeches. Leeches that are sucking this division dry while trying to remain in the spotlight. We are finally at a point where we are no longer merely labeled as "Divas". That word is a filthy, demeaning thing of the past. Just think about it, Cole... When you think of "Divas", you think of women like Trish Stratus, Velvet Sky, Torrie Wilson, Natalya... Sure, they MAY have been a staple in women's wrestling at one point or another, but believe me when I say, it's time for the long timers to step aside and sit a few out.
Zahra adjusted the strap of her gear bag over her shoulder.
Zahra: I get that Natalya was once at the top of this division, but that was many, MANY, moons ago. Natalya is basically a shell of her former self. A woman who is only known by her former glory and not by anything present. I'm sure she's high on herself now because she's embraced being an Ikeda, but being the wife of Mr. Money bags isn't going to get you far anymore. Natalya better realize that I'm not like the other cookie cutter, Malibu Barbie wannabe types that have floated around in the back for decades. I've been fighting all my life, from the mean streets of Chicago to the ring out there. Natalya's whole career is basically all played out at this point, while mine is only just beginning. You can mark my words, Nattie's ticket in this Queen of the Ring tournament expires here tonight. Maybe if she's lucky enough, Wes will warm that private jet up for her for the plane ride home where she belongs.
Zahra pulled open the double metal doors and walked into the arena, leaving Michael Cole standing there with his camera crew. The doors slammed shut behind her as Michael Cole looked at the camera and it faded to black.