Post by Ciarra Donnelly on Mar 21, 2010 18:01:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Internet is most likely going to be shut off tomorrow, and will be gone for a week. Then the following week I'm going to be gone from around five days on a trip. SO!...this is might be my last promo for the next couple weeks.)
Although her win-loss record wasn't anything to brag about, Ciarra Donnelly played the role of the silent antagonist since her debut...with the exception of one promo she had which she regrettably ate her words afterward. Standing in the middle of the four-sided ring, surrounded by cold-hard steel, Ciarra Donnelly was the ultimate victor. Angel was the unbeatable champion, always slithering away with her title in-tact until this very moment, and even though the crowd hollered of disapproval, and hatred towards their Celtic War-Maiden, Ciarra stood in the middle of it all and smiled. Unbuckling her newly won title from her around her waist, she held with her right hand and glared down at it with the utmost admiration. The one time Ciarra did gain a victory it ultimately counted. She was now the AWF Angel's Champion, and during St. Patrick's week no less.
Quite simply, it felt like destiny.
Asking for a microphone as the crowd continued to give her heat, a member of the AWF Personnel staff squeezes one through a cage hole as Ciarra forcibly grabs it. "You all knew this day would finally come. You all felt it. You all could feel the steady breeze of a Celtic victory. Just look into my eyes, see the fire, see my desire. This title was always mine, and finally, finally I have it in my hands." She sounded slightly winded, the match took it's toll, and the excitement was very hard to contain. "Angel, you were a great opponent. Possibly the strongest I've ever faced, but your time as champion was dwindlin', and all I had to do was wait. All I had to do was be patient. Every reign ends, and unfortunately for you, tonight was the end of yours." She laughs slightly as the crowd rejects this idea. "Your Celtic War Maiden has finally risen, and my reign will transcend every woman who has held this title before me. You will all cheer my name as I beat down every future opponent that challenges me." A toothy smile gleams on her face as the crowd doesn't like this future at all. She then looks back down at Angel, and urges her to stand up. "And if she so chooses, Angel, will be the inaugural victim of my era as AWF Angel Champion!" The crowd cheers at the mention of Angel's name.
Although her win-loss record wasn't anything to brag about, Ciarra Donnelly played the role of the silent antagonist since her debut...with the exception of one promo she had which she regrettably ate her words afterward. Standing in the middle of the four-sided ring, surrounded by cold-hard steel, Ciarra Donnelly was the ultimate victor. Angel was the unbeatable champion, always slithering away with her title in-tact until this very moment, and even though the crowd hollered of disapproval, and hatred towards their Celtic War-Maiden, Ciarra stood in the middle of it all and smiled. Unbuckling her newly won title from her around her waist, she held with her right hand and glared down at it with the utmost admiration. The one time Ciarra did gain a victory it ultimately counted. She was now the AWF Angel's Champion, and during St. Patrick's week no less.
Quite simply, it felt like destiny.
Asking for a microphone as the crowd continued to give her heat, a member of the AWF Personnel staff squeezes one through a cage hole as Ciarra forcibly grabs it. "You all knew this day would finally come. You all felt it. You all could feel the steady breeze of a Celtic victory. Just look into my eyes, see the fire, see my desire. This title was always mine, and finally, finally I have it in my hands." She sounded slightly winded, the match took it's toll, and the excitement was very hard to contain. "Angel, you were a great opponent. Possibly the strongest I've ever faced, but your time as champion was dwindlin', and all I had to do was wait. All I had to do was be patient. Every reign ends, and unfortunately for you, tonight was the end of yours." She laughs slightly as the crowd rejects this idea. "Your Celtic War Maiden has finally risen, and my reign will transcend every woman who has held this title before me. You will all cheer my name as I beat down every future opponent that challenges me." A toothy smile gleams on her face as the crowd doesn't like this future at all. She then looks back down at Angel, and urges her to stand up. "And if she so chooses, Angel, will be the inaugural victim of my era as AWF Angel Champion!" The crowd cheers at the mention of Angel's name.
