MsChif: I've been in the EBWF for less than three months, and I'm at the top of the hill. I took AJ's spirit and I crushed her. Left her broken, and without her championship... and now it's mine. I'm officially the most powerful woman in the EBWF. And now I sit here, in my own locker room, begging the question - does that say something about me? Or does it say something about the EBWF?
She ran her black fingernail painted fingers through her long, black and green hair, getting it out of the way of her face. She looked up at the camera, a grim look on her features.
MsChif: I came to the EBWF because as a wrestler I've spent a decade in the independents. I've done everything there is to do there, and I came to the EBWF for a challenge. They say this is the showcase of the elites. Is it? Or is it smoke and mirrors? I'm not one hundred percent certain of the answer. Perhaps AJ Lee got lucky when she won the title. Maybe she was truly the best the EBWF has to offer. Perhaps I just got lucky, too. Perhaps I came in at just the right moment, at just the right time. Maybe I entered the Women's Rumble at the exact place that would ensure an easy victory.
MsChif picked up the Women's Championship title, folding it up and gently cradling it in her hands. She seemed almost to be transfixed by it.
MsChif: We... all know the story. The hardworking underdog comes to the grandest stage where the best and the brightest compete. She chases the gold that eludes her for the longest time, watching helplessly as it is passed from competitor to competitor. But then finally, she gets her shot at greatness. It's a tale almost as old as wrestling itself. And it was a track that I thought I would be on. Fate... it seems, has other intentions.
She turned the belt in her hands to show the front plate to the camera, her name pressed into the bottom of the belt.
MsChif: I am the champion, which means I am the best. Where can I go from here? It would look as if I am going to need to forge my own path to greatness, taking this Women's Championship with me. The truth is, being the champion means nothing unless you had to scratch, rake, and claw your way to the top. And that's what I intend to do. And I will start with Brooke Tessmacher.
She looked into the camera again, addressing her opponent.
MsChif: Brooke, I've only been here in the EBWF a short period of time, and even I can tell that this fire inside of you is new. I want to congratulate you for being able to push yourself to this level, defeating all other competitors to get to me. You deserve to be in the ring with me. But that, Brooke, is where the fairy tale ends. This fire you have lit inside of you is less than twenty-four hours away from being stepped on. Because I am on a mission with the EBWF Women's Championship. I am going to do something with this belt that very few women have been able to do in the last several years. I am going to legitimize it. Brooke Tessmacher, you and I are going to go into the ring and we will tear each other apart for this.
She slung the EBWF Women's Championship over her shoulder, patting it with her free hand.
MsChif: When all is said and done, there will be no question as to the result. I will be standing over you and your lifeless body, your face covered in an emerald mask. You'll be staring up at the lights in a green haze while I raise the women's championship above my head. Your sacrifice will begin the start of my quest.
MsChif stood up from her bench.
MsChif: Because the story of the underdog coming to the grandest stage to live out her life long dream is not my story to tell. Fate has different plans for me. So I will tell my own story. The story of how the underdog came to the place with the best competition and most talented women in the industry. She worked long and hard, toiling in obscurity. Finally she got her shot at greatness, only to be crushed under the heel of the best Women's Champion the EBWF has seen in years. MsChif. THAT is my path. Crusher of dreams, tormentor of souls. After I leave you motionless in the middle of the ring, I will move on to the next girl, and the next one. And the next one, until I have destroyed the dreams of every woman in the EBWF. Thank you, Brooke Tessmacher, for being the first.
She smirked, then she let out a piercing shriek, causing the camera to fall to the ground and immediately go black.
