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Brunswick: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to PRW Rage! We are live from the Reaves Arena in Perry Georgia and we are sold out!
Smith: That’s right Brunny. And let me tell you, there are a lot of exciting things going on in PRW right now. A lot of rising stars, like Alexander Oens and Lal Singh, but perhaps no rise has been quite so meteoric as…
As the entrance music for the Black Knights play, Barbed Wire makes her way out onto the entrance ramp riding a green motorcycle. She is dressed from head-to-toe in a green jumpsuit. This was a far departure from her previous entrance, which simply involved her walking down the ramp, and was far more reminiscent of her new ally Paladin. She waved to the crowd. A small group in the crowd was cheering for her, having bought into Paladin and the Black Knights after his showing at Christmas Carnage. The majority of the crowd, however, was booing as loudly as they possibly could. Regardless, they were all on their feet as Wire revved the engine for her bike.
On the front of her bike, like some sort of hood ornament, was the Internet Championship. Brunswick: And there’s Barbed Wire. Quite a new look for her, isn’t it Smith? Smith: I would say it suits her quite well. Brunswick: I have to say, she seems quite proud to be carrying that Internet Championship down to the ring. Even though the belt does not belong to her, Wire has seen fit to represent Paladin while he is currently on leave due to the injuries he suffered at the hands of Mordrad.
Wire rode down to the ring, parking her bike towards the end of the entrance ramp before removing her helmet. She had cut her hair short. She rolled into the ring with the Internet Championship in her hands as the crowd looked on. For the first time since she had signed a contract with PRW, Barbed Wire looked like a star. With a confident grin plastered on her face, Wire asked for a microphone as she addressed the crowd.
“Hello Perry Georgia!” Wire said. The crowd cheered for the cheap pop. “I’m out here tonight to live up to the promise I made after Christmas Carnage. While Paladin is recuperating, he’s assigned me with the very important task of finding his next challenger. You see, there have been some COMMENTS I’ve heard swirling around on the internet that I need to address. People have been saying that Paladin is a false champion. That he doesn’t deserve the belt because he won by disqualification.”
Smith: This is why I stay off the internet.
Wire smiled confidently. This is, by far, the move comfortable she has ever been on a mic. “Now, it’s not my place to defend Paladin against those rumors. He’s more than capable of handling that himself. What I can tell you though is that he has a chip on his shoulder now. He wants to prove why he deserves to have won the internet championship. So, for anyone foolish enough to challenge him, remember that you are little more than a sacrifice. Someone for Paladin to make an example of.”
“I know from the last time I spoke with Paladin that the only man he wanted to face was Mordrad.” The crowd began to scream. They weren’t booing or cheering, but the very name of the Obsidian Knight always caused a rush of energy in the crowd. “But the Obsidian Knight has decided to look for fights elsewhere.” The crowd booed.
“Let me be clear. This was only the beginning of the war between the Black and Obsidian Knights. And while Mordrad might think that he is done with Rider, mark my words, he is not done with you!” Wire yelled before she leaned against the corner of the ring.
“So, consider this an open invitation. Anyone foolish enough to think they are worthy of a shot at the Internet Championship, or anyone who thinks they just have a few too many teeth left in their jaw, is more than welcome to walk down that aisle and do one thing: impress me.” Wire laid the belt down in the middle of the ring, drawing a line in the sand between herself and anyone else who was planning to make their intentions known.
Lal Singh appeared, walking out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp. Welted, bruised and otherwise weathered, her Rage Debut against Greg Samuel evident in everyone's mind and on her body as well. Still, she stood at the top of the ramp confidently, black colored wells fixed on Barbed Wire after sweeping the crowd that swept her back. Sparse signage still, but more apparent than before, Lal Singh had made fans. "Lalberg", "Lethal Legs", and "I'm a SINGHER!" were part of the crowd population.
<Josh Brunswick> ‘Oooohhhh...‘
<Doug Smith> ‘Wire better be impressed visually...it would be unwise to wait and be impressed physically!‘
<Josh Brunswick> ‘Reba won't run, but she has to know what she's in for! This is not going to be an easy three second tan.‘
<Doug Smith> ‘Singh's undefeated with seven straight victories, and Greg Samuel being the only man to fight her to a stand-still!‘
Lal Singh, hands on hips, tossed her head of braids, smoothed her sleeveless T, and snapped the elastic on her bottoms before starting down the ramp. Her rippling leg muscles a phenomenal sight, her "POWER WALK" a thing to behold. She shouted gratitude to each fan she pointed to that held a sign as she went.
<Amber> ‘The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL (Crowd echoed ONE FALL), contended under PRW Rules. Making her way to the ring from Rajasthan, India, standing at 5'10'', weighing in at 195 Lbs., LAL SINGH!‘
Reaching the end of the ramp, Lal Singh hopped up onto the apron, bypassing the steel steps. She gripped the ropes, tugged back on them, then with a burst of force, leapfrogged the ropes, landing on her feet in the ring. There, Lal Singh waited, putting Reba in her cross-hairs for several tense moments. Leg and shoulder muscles flexed. Brow furrowed, and eyes skewed. Then, Lal went to her corner.
<Josh Brunswick> ‘That was spooky.‘
<Doug Smith> ‘Tell me about it! I thought "Legs" was going to rush Martinez right there for a moment!‘
<Josh Brunswick> ‘Don't go away folks! Sparks are about to fly!‘
The bell rang and...
OOC: We taking the next posts to the fighting arena, right?
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