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Post by Timothy Mac on Oct 31, 2024 20:28:53 GMT -5
 The Cursed Soul Luna DreyKov vs Stacy Sparkles Women's Title Contenders RP Limit: 1 (w/ 2K Word Limit) |
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Post by daronsmythe on Nov 4, 2024 20:39:13 GMT -5
[Camera fades in as Stacy Sparkles stands center stage, dressed in her colorful cheerleader outfit, pom-poms in hand, under the bright lights. She’s beaming with confidence, looking directly at the camera with an infectious energy that instantly captivates the crowd.]
STACY SPARKLES: “Alright, everyone, let’s get some energy going in here! ‘Cause we’ve got a gloomy, spooky vibe hanging over this place thanks to one girl who just can’t seem to smile. That’s right, I’m talking about Luna Dreykov—the so-called ‘Cursed Soul’!”
[Stacy rolls her eyes and twirls a pom-pom, playfully dismissing Luna’s brooding mystique.]
STACY SPARKLES: “I don’t know what’s got you so grumpy, Luna. I mean, maybe if you got out of the shadows once in a while, or—oh, I don’t know—tried wearing something with a little color, you wouldn’t be such a dark cloud all the time! Seriously, you look like you just stepped out of a Halloween party that ended two months ago!”
[She bounces on her toes, excitement radiating off her.]
STACY SPARKLES: “And you can bring your ‘Damned Blade’ or whatever you call that twisty submission thing you do. Oooo, so spooky!”
[Stacy waggles her fingers mockingly, then holds up her pom-poms with a confident grin.]
STACY SPARKLES: “But here’s the thing, Luna: while you’re lurking around, scaring yourself in the mirror, I’m out here training hard and bringing my sparkle to every single match! You may have those fancy moves, but I’ve got something you don’t—spirit, baby! You may be cold and calculated, but I’m just too bright and too quick for you to catch. I’m all cheer, no fear, and there’s nothing you can do to bring me down!”
[She looks directly into the camera, her voice shifting to a tone of determination beneath her cheerfulness.]
STACY SPARKLES: “Luna, when we meet in that ring, you’re gonna find out what it’s like to face someone who actually loves this sport, not just someone who uses it to work out their dark and twisty issues. So go ahead, do your spooky walk, wear your dreary clothes, and glare all you want—but it won’t be enough to stop me.”
[She throws her pom-poms into the air and strikes a pose, winking at the camera.]
STACY SPARKLES: “I’ll see you out there, Luna! And trust me, it’s gonna be one sparkly showdown!”
[With that, Stacy turns with a hop, waving to the crowd and bouncing off-stage, leaving an air of confidence and infectious positivity behind her.]
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Post by drakenygma on Nov 7, 2024 22:51:38 GMT -5
A Luna Dreykov Cinematic Production
Lush and flowering green trees, countless elegant looking trees all sprawled out in an endless march,covering each and every inch of the ground that had so far been untouched by the hands of humanity. No, this plot of land belonged to a cursed soul, a soul by the name of Luna Dreykov.
The lush greenery stood in stark contrast to the chilling rationality with which Luna composed herself. Her eyes glowed a bright electric blue, their focus unwavering and resolute.
Slim pale hands trailed over the bodies of the large oak trees, feeling the hardened surface beneath her hands. There was something soothing for Luna in doing this gesture, in reconnecting with nature. Somewhere deep inside her soul, on an elemental level Luna felt a kinship with nature.
A kinship born of the fact that like nature, Luna knew her role and was determined to see it through, determined to bring real lasting change, no matter the cost.
This reconnecting with nature would have to wait, for Luna’s first assignment, first mission had been delivered to her doorstep not a few days earlier.
A mission whose name was Stacy Sparkles.
Luna’s steps were light, graceful as she walked through the softening garden in which she stood, the air smelling sweet and gentle as though it sought to soothe the entity which walked through it.
Moving further into the garden Luna had now found herself standing before an elegantly designed cabin, complete with treasures from centuries past,from previous missions,shiny glittering treasures that Luna treated with the most wonderful of care.
Luna’s eyes studied the interior carefully, a cruelly crooked smirk tipping her lips, a smirk that exposed rows of shiny white teeth, teeth that gleamed like rows of pearls, valuable and to be treasured.
Taking a seat behind a sturdy oak desk with a shimmering silver finish Luna began to speak.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov: “Greetings Hard Rock Wrestling you haven’t met me yet, and you don’t know much if anything about me. For now I can tell you that there is a tremendous story waiting to unfold. Every story does start with but a single step and mine…”
Luna paused, the smirk on her face growing ever wider, a flash of cold amusement broke through in her eyes.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov: “Starts with someone named Stacy Sparkles. I mean what’s she going to do? Throw glitter at me? What can this Stacy do that others I’ve fought haven’t done? Others who have time to build their skills. Stacy is how do I say this politely, in deep waters without a floatie.”
Brightly booming laughter echoed for a second, the sound wrapping itself neatly around the air, a clearly warning tone in it despite the amusement that could be heard.
The laughter continued to pulsate within the air as Luna narrowed her eyes, drumming her fingertips along the desktop. The sound echoing up and into the air providing a sense of excitement, lending itself to an undisputable allure of chaos, of impending and wondrous chaos. A chaos underpinned by a drive to accomplish the presently set goals.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov: “I’ll say this just once and once only. This is more than a match, it’s a warning. Hard Rock Wrestling, Stacy Sparkles, get your affairs in order, for in time I’ll hunt each and every one of you down, ensure that justice is served.”
Luna took a pause allowing her words to sink in, the look in her eyes suggesting that she meant business. A look that HRW would come to know and know rather well in the months and years to come.
As her eyes narrowed yet further, Luna began to speak anew, her tone dripping with an impassively delivered speech, her words layered with intense dedication to the ideals with which she lived her life.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov: “The Cursed Soul is more than a name, is more than a simple wrestling moniker, it’s who I am, it’s how I identify. As a lesser known fact my purpose is to systematically eliminate those who step up, Hard Rock Wrestlings women’s division is in dire need of an update, of a great purging and I shall begin that purging in my debut match.”
Snapping her fingers like some terrifying vigilante, Luna whispered one final bit of speech, her voice low and barely audible, lending a sense of gravitas and intensity to her message.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov: “This is about more than titles, more than accolades, this is vengeance, the pursuit of a noble quest. A quest undertaken by my own hands, a quest that will result in many bodies laid low, as my legacy builds and becomes a warning to those who would dare challenge ‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov in the future. Stacy Sparkles, bring your cheer, bring your pom poms and infectious joy, you’ll soon see that it won’t hold up under the crushing weight of your immaturity. I think I’ll enjoy this showdown, I think I’ll enjoy this dispatching of your so-called spirit.”
Luna snapped her fingers a second time with a crackling thud as the camera faded out to an ominous darkness, the sound of her voice whispering promises of vengeance and the hunts that she would undertake in the months to come.
‘The Cursed Soul’ Luna Dreykov:“Run along little ones, run far and fast for the hunt has begun. It doesn’t matter how fast you are, how far you run, I’ll always find you, I’ll see to the purification of your soul, in eliminating you, I’ll be the one to save you. In my view I am granting you mercy, a generous gift that you would be unwise to refuse.”
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