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Post by Kalvin "Kal" Dayspring on Apr 21, 2023 13:48:46 GMT
Beckett and Hixx are set to face off in MGP on 4-30 for the women's title! The winner of that match will go just 5 days later to defend against Jasmine Raye. All three women can rp here since we will not know the champion until right before results, enjoy Daddy Marisol Latoya Hixx Jasmine Raye
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Post by Latoya Hixx on Apr 30, 2023 22:04:41 GMT
[when Latoya was carried out to the back after her brutality lost at All belts spectacular she ended up preparing for her other match with Jasmine while until Ally Anderson steps to the plate]
Ally Anderson: I'm standing here with the one in only Latoya Hixx.
The Hellacious Heart breaker|Latoya Hixx: let's just get this over it Ms Anderson.
Ally Anderson: Latoya. earlier today you was about to win your first IIW Women's World Champion if it wasn't Shante Waverly. who came out and attacked you outta nowhere but after the match Beckett Marisol hit you with her own women's belt and knocked you out cooled and now you will fight Jasmine Raye. this week on Friday night Combat.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Latoya Hixx: I would've been the new Women's Champion if Shante or Beckett Marisol wouldn't hit me with her title belt i could've won that match but instead I have a full stuff on my plate first I got Jasmine Raye. and afterwards I got Chloe Storm at Lighting speed and once I beat Chloe Storm. I will be back into the Main event spot once again after I settle the differences with Jasmine Raye. on combat at IIW.
Ally Anderson: and what if you can't handle Jasmine Raye. on Combat.
The Hellacious Heartbreaker|Latoya Hixx: to be honest with you Ally. I try ed my best to win that Women's Championship but I let everyone down including my faction squad of Galaxy force Defense and now I am ready to get back at the top once more and if I lose or win I still have another match to get to and that is Chloe Storm. she may be the best but I will end her just like I did my first debut on MGP.
Ally Anderson: and can you even defeat Jasmine Raye. this Friday
the Hellacious Heartbreaker|Latoya Hixx: what's the used I mean if i win or lose Beckett will defend her Championship against Jasmine Raye and she hasn't deserve to be the next IIW Women's Champion cause she hasn't beaten me yet until she beats me fair n square with no interferes then I know that Jasmine Raye. will have my support until we settle the differences at Friday night Combat on IIW.
Ally Anderson: thanks for the support Ms Hixx. and good luck on Friday
Ally Anderson: we hope that Latoya. can win her match and put Jasmine Raye. over until Beckett Marisol doesn't make a scene for what happened at All belt spectacular whens he cost Latoya her Championship match on MGP and now it's time for revenge at Friday night Combat on IIW.
[Camera fades Latoya walks off and heads straight to her locker room before the match begins this Friday]
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Post by Daddy Marisol on May 2, 2023 14:21:05 GMT
It was no secret that defense is modeled to be what wins championships and yet defense after defense and she was still champion. She knew that every opponent would be different and bring something different and yet memorable to the table and this particular defense seen her against Hixx and possibly losing but also possibly retaining and going on to IIW's Combat and taking on Jasmine Raye. During the women's power hour Beckett had gotten to see a various amount of women wrestle and she had hoped to be colored impressed but the truth was that those women who were coming and thinking that they had it easy and were going to be the one different were simply weak, brittle, and already slightly broken that as she looked out into the vast sea of competition it was shallow and that hurt her more than anything else at the moment so as she sat in the vanity area of her apartment striking the red lipstick across her lips she only knew one thing: Whore red was not her shade, as the curtains were drawn to give an illusive darkened color to the room.
"Jasmine, should it be me who goes on to defeat Hixx and face you for the current IIW women's title which I do hold, you my dear darling are in for quite a treat," she said as she took a second to look into the mirror again and make sure that her lipstick was fixed though the shade personally left a lot to be desired. "I can not say that I am understanding of what you are feeling at the moment. I mean here you are coming fresh off of the Combat roster as I am so and you are the first woman stepping up to the queen's house, come knocking, and getting a title shot. It is almost like you want to take a bit of poison apple darling and get not only knocked out as the poison enters your bloodstream but knocked flat on your ass too." She took a minute to wipe the corners of her mouth as she looked into the mirror and a small smirk did come across her face.
"You'd be a disappointment to all of those other little princesses who will come after you if you did not give it your all though, for don't you see right now Jasmine they are looking at you to set the standard and even knock me off of the high atop my castle, because over the past few months IIW's women's division has been transformed from a little kid playground to a luscious forest and I have built not only a drawbridge that the women have to cross to get to me but a moat and the eventual castle pathways and puzzles that they have to get over as well. Now it is true that many have dawned the gloves and the gowns and stupidly thought that they could knock the queen off of her thrown but that would not be the course. One did not get to the top and easily find themselves knocked down.
"Jasmine I hear the forest butterflies coming to sit in between my shoulders because they too want to be where the gold resides but just as I tell them and just as I tell you now, what you do, the amount that you will find yourself training in the end it will not be enough." She did not laugh for she was being serious for they needed to know. Everyone on combat and anywhere else that Beckett decided to be and do a match needed to understand one simple fact. The way that they wanted life and to be where she was, simply was just a dream. They did not want it hard enough to climb the mountain and follow through with the knocking off of the woman who sat there now. It was hard to accept because all it did was make Beckett realize that she had to change how she seen them too. No longer were the women friendly and they were not going to be, they simply were peasants along the way who needed to be smacked right across their faces. "Still, I find as I look out and rule this kingdom that the time to once again step down and defend that which I find so true, near, and dear to my heart time has once again grown closer." She spoke almost as if she were royal but she simply knew better. The things that ran through her blood were not that of royal beginnings but instead that of humble and now, now that she had tasted and acquired herself with said fame she refused to be put back down to peasant level. "Let them fight for this is no time to be off with their heads but it is a time to show them that the one true queen, myself has stream lined herself in such an excellent condition that each match will be one for the ages. As they look back on each and every one of my title defenses they will understand with one hundred percent certainty that as soon as I won the IIW championship it found itself glossed into something new."
Perhaps it was like the shine that glossed the apple. It lured you in and it kept your attention not because it was just yet another simple title to keep the women busy but because there was only one and in the sea of multiple women, as stated before that simply meant that there could only be one. Such a task was not simple. It took time and care and dedication the craft to be able to shine such a prize just right that even women from other places eventually would find themselves slinking out of their comfort zones and drawing a V line in the shape of the shortest path when it came to working their way towards her. She could hear the gentle flutter of those beautiful butterflies leaving and the pesky noise of those bees trying to come out. A queen bee, there was usually just one in the hive but when you took a second and looked around the hive that was combat there were a lot and only more coming out day by day. Still she remained unbothered. When you became a champion it fell into the job description, it was the itty bitty line that no one bothered to read when they signed the contract. That was there mistake and in the end it would be of a fault their own for the consequences that they suffered.
"Jasmine, may you be able to go home after our match and find something that is worth worshiping almost as much as the IIW' women's title is because while you will go home broken and bruised from our match and have to cry your tears into a golden but very very empty cup, I..." she took a slight minute to laugh and while not cackle her laugh did feel like it could turn even the warmest of seasons cold and menacing and still, much like the champion that she is she only knew one thing, you had to go the extra distance. "Keep yourself together when the time for our match comes Jasmine because I only thrive when I beat those who have came to me at their best for you see I do not want any excuses." Reasons why people failed at one thing or another were just reasons to not have to deal with the consequences that would swiftly follow. "I want you to be able to look at yourself and even look up at me once you pass me in the backstage area after our match and know that you did try but even then it was not enough. Now that is not to say that somewhere deep down inside you have it in you to be a champion, the timing however is not meant to be then or now. Perhaps when the hours and minutes have found themselves passed on just a little more and you have went out and honed your skill set a little bit more as well but Jasmine, dear woman in a tipsy topsy world all I can say is that as long as you are able to stand on your own two feet there might be a chance that you get another shot at this precious. Sure it will not be any time soon because the line to get back is a mile or two long but eventually."
The truth was that she did not care, she needed, felt the need for something more because the old ways of competition in IIW when she was on Mayhem had been enough to bore anyone to sleep and here on Combat where they seemed to be fresher, a little bit more biting at the bait it had awakened her. She took a second to turn and put her hat on, for she needed to get to training for Jasmine. The mind was indeed a terrible thing to waste but at the end of the day so was Beckett's time and the lack of sound from Jasmine was such an experience that she would never say that she wanted to experience again. "It is true that all is well that ends well but for you Jasmine I do fear that it will never begin. It is not to be rude to you but I am not sure if anyone in your life has been honest with you at least enough that you do not imagine that chance, this reality of chance that you are now given and yet you are still going to hop around it and somehow at the end of the day squander it away just like a rabbit who does not know any better and shits where he or she does indeed eat." Nasty, untrained and disgusting beyond belief, just like Jasmine. None the less the champion had to get to work in order to retain.
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Post by Jasmine Raye on May 2, 2023 19:38:25 GMT
The camera slowly faded to life, the color green being the first thing to burn into the optics of the viewer. The sound of nature, peaceful and serene all around. Then the camera stopped on something. An undistinguishable item attached to a tree. The camera slowly moved forward to reveal a playing card, the queen of hearts. As the view lingered on the mundane object a soft sound broke through the sounds of birds, something that sounded almost like a soft laughter. The camera turned into the direction the sound seemingly originated from. Slowly, almost fearfully the camera followed the sound.
All other sounds seemed to drift away, no more songs of birds or wind through the leaves. The only thing was that laugh that seemed to grow louder and more maniacal with each passing second. The camera stopped as the laughter became overwhelming, stopping just short of a hole that sat at the base of a tree. Seconds agonizingly ticked by as the laughter grew louder and louder before suddenly stopping. An eerie silence overtook the landscape. The silence was broken as a familiar chorus of voices came from somewhere deep within the abyss.
The White rabbit: They say to survive in this world... You would have to be as mad... As a hatter.
Laughter followed the statement.
The white rabbit: Fortunately for us.. we are.
The camera quickly turned to reveal the White fur and twitching ears. However The White Rabbit, as the entity referred to itself, was not alone. At his side was a familiar vision. A beautiful nightmare made flesh.
Indeed it was a beautiful nightmare in the flesh joining him. A heavenly vision clothed in rage and mystery. Jasmine Raye materialized beside the Rabbit. A twisted yet more sensual smirk played amongst her exotic facial features. Her expression one of stark concentration and firm determination.
Jasmine Raye: Yet people still believe... they think they really truly know me. But in all seriousness, they don't really have a fucking clue.
Jasmine flashed a sinister smile as she ran her fingers through the Rabbit's soft Snow White fur.
Jasmine Raye: Prime example: the one who calls herself "Daddy". It amuses me that you think that you have it.. me... all figured out. Sorry to bur... who am I kidding, I THRIVE on dispersing myths about me.. I'd love to be the one to break it to you but you have no clue what you're up against. As much as you like to say and assert that you are in control here, you're really not. You see...
Jasmine waved her hands around to further show her peculiar and strange surroundings. Her smirk ever deepening with each passing moment.
Jasmine Raye: ... you're not on your turf anymore, Marisol. Here things work a little bit differently. Things are not as they appear. Allow me to welcome you to my own Wonderland. I'm the Queen of Hearts. La Reina de corazons. The HBIC. Look how far you've fallen, little Alice.
The white rabbit's ears twitched a little, their head slightly canted to the right.
The white rabbit: Someone sees themselves as the jabbawock.. but the truth is they are the door mouse of this tale. We have seen many like you.. They come and go.. but they ne'er remain unscathed. Pressure... Insanity... Their own self-loathing... worldly events all take their toll, leaving the man or woman in tatters. Pride comes before e'ry fall from grace.
The White Rabbit: You made a mistake.. Marisol.. you took it upon yourself to put your hands on something that doesn't belong to you... A sin we do not take lightly. But in truth it only hastened the inevitable... The price for your misconstrued action shall be paid in full.
The white rabbit turned ever so slightly to glance at Jasmine.
The white rabbit: We normally would advise you to run... But all that would do is further exasperate your crimes.. Compound your sins.. You trespassed into our world.. Now we return the favor...
Jasmine glanced back at the Rabbit. A crazed stare reminiscent of the Queen of Hearts followed by a brief mischievous glimmer shown in those azure eyes.
Jasmine Raye: You are so sure that you have everything under control that you have no clue just how out of control things really are. So self assured yet so incredibly wrong. Amazing how a woman with everything to lose can so easily miscalculate everything that's at stake. Because you see... I am a woman with NOTHING TO LOSE. And the world to gain. I believe it's stated in the Bible and I quote: 'What doth it profiteth a man (woman) to gain the whole world yet lose their soul?' I'd ask you what did it feel like when you lost yours but you can't lose what you never really had, right? A woman like me is an extreme threat to someone like you. Thus the reason why you've been ducking me for weeks. Thus why you cost me my match against Soumo. It's finally dawning on you how serious I am, isn't it? The realization that this isn't a game to me is sinking in, isn't it? But that's okay, Marísol. It will be over very soon. And you won't be carrying that heavy burden anymore...
The white rabbit took a moment to let those words sink in. They let their nose wiggle a bit, as if pondering a thought.
The white rabbit: Egos.. Callous actions..unadmitted fears... men and women in this industry have not changed.. just more entitled children whom know not what or who they are. Just rinse and repeat.. monkey see, monkey do.
The rabbit turned their attention to the camera.
The white rabbit: That is why so many of you.. lose your heads... The definition of insanity is this.. to perform the same actions over and over and to expect a different outcome every time...
The white rabbit: This wonderland is the change you all so desperately need. The shot of adrenaline.. the fly in your ointment.. the... Wake up call.
The Rabbit paused again.
The White Rabbit: A common courtesy... Marisol. And e'ryone else...
They let out a horrid and raspy laugh. One that almost seemed to come from the cold of the grave.
The white rabbit: All your rhyme and reason.. all your knowledge and logic.. it does not add up to a thimble of tea here.
Jasmine just grinned devilishly before joining the conversation again.
Jasmine Raye: As you can see, here in Wonderland things like status quo and popularity mean nothing. Here it is survival of the fittest all day every day. Yet you still believe that you have the power to take me out in the palm of your hand. That begs an interesting question: if you are so sure that you are going to best me, why stoop to infantile tactics like a petulant child on the playground in order to guarantee victories?
The white rabbit: Our question...why does a woman wish to refer to herself as 'daddy'?
The white rabbit turned to Jasmine.
The white rabbit: We have been pondering that along with the likeness of a raven and a writing desk. The sheer madness of such things is almost musical. The utter nonsense truly belongs.
There was something akin to true laughter in their many voices. Then their ears twitched again.
The white rabbit: Ah... time for tea. Jasmine nodded as she too heard the melody in the air.
Jasmine Raye: Yes tea time is upon us. Well 'Daddy' I hope you're looking forward to our one on one encounter. I know for a fact that I am absolutely excited. Shine that belt nice and clean for me. I'll let you enjoy some alone time. Because soon destruction and chaos will reign supreme. And there will be nothing you can do to stop it. Or me..
The white rabbit reached into the hole and pulled out two small tea cups and an old kettle.
The White Rabbit: Cream and sugar?
Jasmine's gorgeous face illuminated at the mention of tea time. Holding out her tea cup before it got snatched away by another feminine hand.
The white rabbit turned their attention to the new arrival.
The white Rabbit: Tea?
They reached back into the hole for another cup. Their eyes trained on the new arrival as the camera followed their gaze.
The White Rabbit: We knew the mention of mayhem would peak your interest.
One more feminine figure joined them. The frame more filled out than Jasmine's with an aura of experience, danger and sensuality surrounding her voluptuousness.
La Muerta: Did you really think that I was going to let you both have all the fun without me? You have to had known that I was going to join you..
The white rabbit let their gaze turn from one woman then the other. They handed the new cup to Jasmine.
The White Rabbit: We expected no less..
The rabbit tilted their head slowly.
The White Rabbit: The world is not ready...
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Post by Jasmine Raye on May 3, 2023 19:16:10 GMT
A voice over began.
'Illusions of grandeur. Idealistic dreams. Pure unadulterated insanity. The facts are simple to follow. One person enters the situation with everything one with nothing. Once the dust settles one still leaves the same. Life is so full of twists and turns... And the overbearing truth... Some care more than others for these materialistic items.'
The images began to fade in slowly. A single piece of paper sat upon a wooden surface. What laid in the center was a smudged black handprint with the words 'we know' which seemed to have been drawn out with someone's fingers. A white furred hand slammed on the wood from just out of view.
The white rabbit: We have realized a slight.. oversight on our part. Latoya Hicks... You are another cog in the time piece that counts down to the inevitable.
The White Rabbit: The queen of hearts.. has been weighing you.. measuring your actions. As much as Marisol Beckett has already drawn her ire. But you, Latoya.. if you manage to rob our beautiful nightmare of the price Ms. Beckett has already set on herself.. you will not be a martyr, but a message.
Jasmine appeared as if summoned, adorned in black and purple lace. A bouquet of purple lotuses surrounding a singular black one in her hands.
Jasmine Raye: It really doesn't matter to me in the slightest whether the self proclaimed Daddy or Ms. Hixx prevails. In the end the game will play out the same: the price will be paid and a martyr made. No one escapes unmarked. Souls will be taken. It's just a matter of time. Either way both will have to see me eventually. It's inevitable. Like death..
The rabbit turned to her with a twitch of their left ear.
The white rabbit: La petit Morte. The little death.. a phrase that has been used to mean more than one situation.
They slowly turned to their right.
The white rabbit: Do you not agree, Muerta?
They paused as if they were waiting for a rebuttal.
La Muerta appeared, twirling a whip in her hand. Her dangerously curvaceous frame covered in leather, silk and lace in various hues of purple. That ever present and sensuous smirk still graced her countenance.
La Muerta: I do agree. After all, I am familiar with both iterations. One more enjoyable than the other. So I suggest that Latoya and 'Papi' live their lives to the fullest while they have the opportunity to.
The white rabbit took a deep breath. Their ears twitched wildly for a moment.
The white rabbit: So many these days think.. 'i am better than you' is an insult. They think that being dark and cerebral is an affinity for playing with light switches..
They stopped and turned their attention to Jasmine.
The white rabbit: Speaking ill of one's opponents. talking and backing up said talk are not the game. You have learned this well, your majesty. But now is time for you to teach this lesson to either Marisol or Latoya.
A sadistic grin grew on Jasmine's face as she placed an iridescent violet crown upon her head.
Jasmine Raye: I've had amazing teachers to show me the way. Believe me, both Latoya and Marisol will learn the hard way that when it comes down to me, I'm not one to be overlooked or pushed aside. I'm more dangerous than either of you will ever realize. But go ahead keep underestimating me. Keep doubting my abilities and skills. You're gonna fuck around and find out just how much of a problem I really am.
The Rabbit canted their head to the side.
The white rabbit: The sands of time drop grain by grain. We are very late for an important date, but we can afford you a few more moments. Marisol.. you started this when you decided to strike our beautiful nightmare with 'your' championship. Latoya.. you seem to be a pawn placed to be sacrificed. Victims.. aren't we all?
Jasmine nodded as well as La Muerta.
La Muerta: Marì, Marì, Marì. Do you have any idea what you have set into motion? You've kickstarted the clock ticking down towards the ascension of the Beautiful Nightmare. You have no one to blame but yourself.
Jasmine sneered.
Jasmine Raye: For someone who prides herself on being the Daddy of the female locker room, you have no control over your "kids". Do you? The inmates are running the asylum... and me? You're about to fuck about and learn that I am the most sadistic, insane and dangerous of them all. As for you Latoya... it was just bad luck and timing on your part. But don't worry... I got enough to go around for you both. You can get these hands and bows too.
The white rabbit: Welcome down the rabbit hole.. to both of our... Lucky contestants.
The rabbit lunged forward.
The white rabbit: Run..
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Post by Daddy Marisol on May 3, 2023 23:42:12 GMT
She supposed that now it was simply a matter of principle. People often found themselves disillusioned by the idea that just because they wanted something that they should or would be able to get it. That was a false narrative that had been painted for years and years and even to this day someone would have the audacity to tell you that it was true but as they spoke those words they only thing that they would be doing would be telling you lies in the end.
Jasmine had finally managed to find her mouth and discover how to open it to speak it seemed which honestly pleased Beckett because she would hate that someone would not be able to and somehow become dumbfounded at all that they needed to do. It was true that while the IIW women's championship was on the line, Beckett would feel the same as if it were not. She needed to remain at the top of the food chain because to have to stay at the bottom and feed off of others was simply not her style. She even looked the part of the dastardly queen and though she had not shouted to let their heads roll, she simply knew that she would if given the chance. Still this was not the time or the day for fairy tales and it never would be because in this world we lived in reality and the reality was that as she had been for the past few months, Beckett was still the IIW women's champion and she did not see how that would be any different once her match with Jasmine was over.
Still she was training in the gym as her body bounced back and forth and the sweat ran down her head. She could feel the beads of sweat but she was not going to let it stop her because at the end of the day, she wanted to be in good physical shape so that when she stood over the limp body of Jasmine it would be with good reason. A lot of people would just want to go in without ever defending but she did not see the world like that. You could not get to the top of the mountain and then get lazy, unless you were weak and wanted to be stomped on to say the least. Still she had lacked on her training herself but that was because at the end of the day she knew there was only so much that one could do, despite everything else.
"I get it Jasmine because you see if the roles were reversed I would feel the same way that you do. Looking up at something and seeing that as long as you have been in IIW you had to go to a different show to even get a proper chance at the title, while I held the title while still on Mayhem and got moved to combat to help the women's division thrive. The difference between the two of us is that I came in and made something of myself and you..well you have yet to do that." The thoughts of her did make it laugh. It was a bit funny to say the least and because of that her small fit of laughter turned into one of the most outrageous fits of laughter and still she managed to gather herself. For she knew that the way she needed to carry herself as a champion was one of prestige and togetherness and not like she did not know how to pull herself together. Still she did.
The next time that Beckett was seen she had tucked herself away until it would be time to go to the arena for her match. The time before a match with or without a title on the line was always the worse but she felt like she could be calm while she did this. People prepared differently and she knew that for a long time most people would look at her and think that she did not deserve all that she had happened to fall into and still here she was, killing it as always. She knew that as she could see when she passed those disgruntled fans that they too wanted her to fall but she refused to do such a thing. "I know that those people, those kids who are calling themselves fans but are truly only little children who disguise themselves as idiots and cheer for the champion to go down, Jasmine if there is anyone who wants you to win the most it would be them. However it means nothing because they are little children who dod not know anything like they should and their minds are easily warped by the people around them so you see if you like mindless robots cheering for you then that is something that you can give yourself a pat on the back for, for having but other than that, this is where it stops."
She hoped that Jasmine knew that more than anyone and if she did not then it would not be long before she knew it. "Still Jasmine when I beat you in the middle of that ring and there is nothing left of that body of yours do not say that you were not warned. You see just like other children that I have ran across I find that you are the type that needs it beat into your head, not how stupid you are, but because you believe in these things called dreams and those are not anything that you should ever find yourself believing in." She smirked and then she proceeded on. "I will never be the one who steps on anyone's imagination but I will be the woman who crushes your dreams because you have earned a title shot and now I have no choice, though I would gladly beat your ass and any other woman on combat's free of charge because it is what the hero of the long winded story does to free everyone from the chains that they have became used to being shackled along their feets and yet, when I show them something different, when they can see that they do not have to just look at you and accept you for all that you are. They will slowly realize that what they have been fed so far is just mediocre and that is a sad simple truth for you and them."
It was true. The people wanted that which they only had found that their eyes had opened up to but as they could slowly see that there was more, she knew that those same fans who seemed to stand behind Jasmine would falter as weak as the foundation to an old raggedy building. She had seen it many times before and though each time she thought it would be different the sounds of the crumbles of the buildings were the same. "Sad, falling pieces and never even as the dusk clears is anyone ever the same but Jasmine after I have beat you within an inch of your life maybe you will be able to open your eyes and in that moment you will see that you could come and be like me. You see Jasmine I would give you the honor to stand behind me and be the person who is lucky enough to carry my towel and book my meetings but other than that I am afraid that I do not see anymore use for you. Maybe a live person for me to beat up on here and there because it feels good but even I think that would be, me being too generous to you." She shook her head at the thought because she did not want to be that way and yet here she was. "Good luck Jasmine, you will need it to say the least but even then I am going to show you what a true champion looks like at the end of the day."
The story could be told as many ways as anyone could want to tell it but the ending would remain the same regardless. Jasmine was just another person who thought that she could come in and slay the beast known as the current IIW Women's champion and she could not, but what she could do was find her ass on fire from a cinder spark of trying, just like all of those who had fallen on their faces before her.
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