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SCENE: One
PEOPLE PRESENT: Zahra Schreiber, Colby Lopez.
CAMERA STATUS: Off


It was in the middle of the night on Friday, just days away from Summerslam. Zahra drove back to her hotel in Atlanta after finishing up a late night workout. She was suppose to be staying the night with her boyfriend Jimmy once she had wrapped up all her media obligations, photo shoots, and a late night gym sesh. She needed a way to work off tension and some built up anxieties that naturally came along with such a monumental match just lingering days away. She had heard rumors that creative still hadn't decided on who they were going with for the winner of the match yet and that made her incredibly nervous.

Zahra turned on her signal and turned into the dark parking lot of the Hilton. A recent storm had damaged the parking lots lights from coming on which made it much darker than normal. Zahra bobbed her head to "Wishing Wells" by Parkway Drive which blared loudly in her car while she looked for a spot to park.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: (Singing along) I spoke a vow today - and asked if God would come and play… 'Cause I just want to cut that fucker down. Faccceee meee... facceeemee! None survive!

She continued to get lost in the song but managed to find a space a bit far from the hotel door. Zahra slowly pulled her car into the spot and parked, sitting in the car for a few moments while she finished listening to the song. She drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and sighed as the song came to and end. Zahra turned the car off and pulled the keys from the ignition. She opened her door and shut it behind her. Zahra walked to the back driver side door and opened it up to grab her bag and purse. Just as she went for her items, her cell phone began to ring.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Hey Mom...

[MAMA|SCHREIBER]: Well I’m glad to know you're alive, finally. Are you in Atlanta yet?

Zahra stopped what she was doing and sighed, looking up at the night sky.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Yeah, I'm in Atlanta. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to call you yet, I - yeah. I've been really busy. I've had an ass ton of media to do and I have to prepare myself for Sunday-

[MAMA|SCHREIBER]: Z, baby, don't cuss. It's unattractive.

Zahra sneered.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Yeah good luck stopping that Mom, I've been cursing my whole life. You were just too drunk back then to remember.

Zahra's Mom gasped loudly on the other end of the line.

[MAMA|SCHREIBER]: Brittney Z'ahra don't you dare start that shit with me right now.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: (Mocking tone) Don't curse Mom, it's unladylike.

Zahra rolled her eyes and smoothed some of the loose strands of her long black hair that fell loose from her sloppy ponytail.

[MAMA|SCHREIBER]: Don't patronize me, Z.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Don't call me Brittney, you know I fuckin' hate that shit.

Zahra's Mom sighed heavily.

[MAMA|SCHREIBER]: Can we ever just have one nice conversation?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I really don't know, Mom. Ask yourself that question. It's nice you started to try and give a shit now, but it's a little late. I've got shit going on and I can't just drop everything to make you happy. You were missing from my life when I needed you, and now the role is reversed. Deal with it like I did. I will talk to you later, Mom... have a great fuckin' night.

Zahra bit her bottom lip in frustration and ended the call. She smashed her finger on the end call button, however, it just wasn't as satisfying as closing your phone shut with a snap to hang up on someone. Zahra let out an exaggerated sigh and clenched her fist to prevent from throwing her phone in anger. She was too distracted by all of this to notice the male figure that stumbled towards her in the dark.

[UNKNOWN|MALE]: You f-fuckin' bitch!

The man threw down his beer bottle which shattered on the ground.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Who the fuck-?!

Zahra turned just as the figure charged at her. She let out a scream as the man stumbled closer and she realized it was Colby Lopez. He was drunk.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Colby is that you? What are you doing here...

He shoved her back against the car which forced the door to slam shut, the end of her ponytail catching in the door. Zahra's phone flew out of her hand and hit the ground somewhere, sliding several feet away from her. Colby breathed heavy, clearly trashed. He trapped her against the car with his body and sneered.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: You fuckin' ruined me!

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: You ruined your goddamn self!

Zahra wiggled to try to get free but to no avail, his strength overpowered her easily.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: You c-cost me e-ev-everything... you.. you fuckin' little cunt!! You wouldn't of ever been s-shit without m-me.. you sloppy fuckin’ WHORE! I s-should of sent you p-packing after I got what I wanted out of you. Which was pretty easy... d-did’ja make Jim work for it? Or did he get an easy pass too?

Colby grabbed at her ponytail band and forced her to look at him. The ends of her hair still trapped in the door of the car. Zahra yelped out in pain as he forced her head to turn to him roughly. An evil looking smile crept across his face.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Ow! You’re hurting me. Colby, please.... Colby, wait... let’s talk about this...

Zahra tried her best to push her hands against his chest and shove him away from her, but he pushed her hands away each time with ease.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: Talk? Isn't it a little late for that? S-she left me because of y-you! I'm out'uva job cuz of you!!

Colby got right in her face. Zahra's eyes were wide open in fear. Something that wasn't easy to do, but she had no idea what his intentions were.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I never cost you anything. You destroyed my life and jeopardized my future and you never gave a shit. So why the fuck should I?!

Zahra practically hissed in his face.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Besides, she left you because you're an asshole who doesn't give a shit about anyone else but himself!

Seth momentarily looked like he wanted to backhand her for that comment but he refrained.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: I-if you think I’m not going to destroy you and that British cocksucker, t-than your dumber than I thought. I-I hope he enjoys my sloppy seconds.

Colby released her ponytail and ran his hand against her neck and across her cheek slowly, taunting her.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: I bet y-you'd even be into it if I-I gave i-it to you right here, right n-n-now... Wouldn't ya?

Zahra tensed up, her face full of horror as his words registered. He laughed and suddenly let her go. He opened the door enough to let her hair free. Zahra went to try and punch him and he backed up, nearly stumbling over his own feet. He threw his hands up in the air in surrender and laughed yet again.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: You're still sexy when your mad. M-maybe when Jim's done with you I'll let you suck my dick a couple of more times for old times s-sake. I mean c-c'mon... it's only a matter of time before you fu-fuck things up with him and come crawling back to me, begging for more like the lil' slut I know you are.

Colby let out a belch and stumbled slightly. Zahra's eyes teared up even though she knew better than to let him get to her.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!

Zahra snapped back at him angrily. Colby shook his head and waved his hand at her to dismiss her.

[COLBY|LOPEZ]: I'm g-g-gonna get S-s-saraya back. Fuck you.

He turned and stumbled off towards his car, mumbling to himself. Zahra frantically looked on the ground for her cell phone as tears began to stream down her face. Her hands shook uncontrollably, completely upset while she fumbled around for her phone. After several minutes she finally managed to find it, dismayed that there was a few spider cracks now across her screen. She grabbed her phone off the ground and took off running towards the hotel, not even bothering to go back for her bags or purse. Her heart was beating out of her chest and tears streamed down her face as she ran into the hotel before Colby decided to come back.





SCENE: Two
PEOPLE PRESENT: Zahra Schreiber
CAMERA STATUS: On


It was late at night when the scene opened in a rather creepy looking cemetery in an undisclosed location. A huge moon hung high in the sky which was periodically blocked by lazily passing clouds. Crows could be heard cawing in the background as the camera panned around the wooded graveyard. A light fog hauntingly lingered between the trees and headstones. Even the most adventurous graveyard explorers decided to stay away from this place on a night like tonight. For some unknown reason the place felt even more uninviting than normal. It appeared no one was around until the camera's microphone picked up the sound of metal hitting dirt. The sound happened again, then again, and again. It was the sound of someone using a shovel. The camera slowly inched closer to a shadowy figure that tossed dirt over their shoulder and into a pile. As we got closer it was slowly revealed the figure to be the current reigning Women's champion, Zahra Schreiber. She was dressed all in black as per usual. She was determined in her task at hand and continued to dig even as the camera got closer. It was a few moments before Zahra bothered to acknowledge the camera's existence.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: What a lovely night it is to walk among the dead and bask in the glow of the pale moonlight.

Zahra stuck the shovel in the dirt hard enough so it stood up on its own. She reached up with her gloved hands and used her forearm to wipe away the small amount of sweat building up along her brow.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I simply figured it was the perfect time to come out here and dig an open grave for each one of my opponents in the Queen of the Mountain match. You see ladies, Summerslam will absolutely be your night... but not in the way you all think. You see, so many of you foolish idiots think that it will be your time to be the Champion. However... I am here to tell you that you all couldn't be more wrong. See... it's your night alright... it's your night to meet your maker. Summerslam will be the demise of you all. I see the sparkle of greed in your eyes when I pass each of you in the hallways. You look at me with hungry eyes, salivating at the mouth like a rabid dog ready to attack its prey. But none of you seem to realize that I’m the rabid dog around here... and you are all my prey. It’s time to feast on the blood and carnage I’m about to dish out.

Zahra smirked in an evil fashion, her eyes looked dark and soulless.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: None of my opponents have what it takes to defeat me. None of you possess the dark magic I harness within me, and I can promise you, nothing you do can compare. I am strong minded and strong willed while the lot of you are weak, tired, hungry. I call to the spirits... the dark energy that surround us. So many of you choose to ignore it, while I acknowledge it. I feed it. I let it consume this flesh pod we call a body, and let it guide me to victory. How can any of you even think you are going to defeat something so much greater than you? Something that's greater than just me. You pathetic sheep wouldn't understand it even if I stood here and explained it to you all until I was blue in the face. There is no need for me to enlighten you all, it's too late. You're all not worth saving anymore, and the decision has been made... the decision for me to end you. All of you.

Some crows cawed out in the night, breaking Zahra's concentration for a moment. She turned her head towards the sound briefly then turned back towards the camera. She smiled to herself and grabbed the shovel pulling it up to free it from the dirt. Zahra went back to digging for a few moments, tossing dirt over her shoulder while she finished digging out the grave. Once she was done, she climbed out and dusted herself off. The camera panned back to reveal seven other freshly dug out, open graves. At the head of each open grave was a headstone. Zahra waved her arm to show her hard work. The camera passed slowly along each grave and zoomed in to the headstones, revealing the name of each one of her opponents in the Queen of the Mountain match at Summerslam. Alexa Bliss. Liv Morgan. Trish Stratus. Mandy Rose. Candice LeRae. Charlotte Flair. Then there was the last one.. Nikki Cross.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: It’s been hell doing all this work but in the end, it’ll be worth it. I am going to bury every one of my opponents six feet under when I’m through chewing on their bones and reclaiming MY title.

Zahra slipped off her gloves and tossed them aside. She then picked a dark robe up of a headstone that she had placed there earlier. The raven haired beauty slipped into the robe and pulled the hood back behind her. She reached into the pockets and pulled out a match book. She struck a match and tossed it into the trash can near by. The trash can lit up rather quickly, adding a little more light for the camera. The flames from the trash fire revealed a salt circle that had likely been placed by Zahra earlier. She struck another match and slowly lit four black candles that had been evenly placed around the salt circle. It was then that Zahra retrieved a small Athame from her robe pocket. She pointed the Athame at each quarter of the circle where the candles were placed and began to call upon the Princes of Hell.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Satan.

She continued to turn clockwise.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Lucifer.

She turned quarterly again.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Belial.

Zahra turned once more to complete it.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Leviathan.

The flames in the trash can fire began to almost dance, the fire appearing to be almost hypnotic. Zahra closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The tone of her voice was more monotone and detached than usual. She held the small knife in her hand but raised her palms up towards the fire. The flames licked close to her flesh but she didn't seem to react at all. Zahra held her pose and kept her eyes shut.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I invoke thee, the terrible and invisible God - who dwell-est in the void place of the spirit. Come thou forth and follow me, and make all spirits subject unto me - so that every spirit of the firmament and of the ether - upon the Earth, and under the Earth - on dry land or in the water, of whirling air and of rushing fire, and every spell and scourge of God may be obedient unto me.

Zahra opened her eyes and reached into the robe pocket once more. She slowly retrieved a handful of Serpentine stones. The golden and green stones were a mixture of translucent and opaque. Despite being night, the stones seemed to almost beam against the glare of the fire. Zahra looked at the stones with such compassion and devotion. She held her handful of stones to her heart for a few moments to clear her heart chakra. She knelt down slowly and placed the precious stones ever so carefully around her on the ground.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: My precious stones... a gift from my beloved, Tommy.

Zahra smiled with love in her eyes. It was clear she adored him for what he had done to her. Perhaps this was a case of Stockholm Syndrome.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: The one I owe it all to for saving me.. For showing me the way. I offer up these stones to you, O mighty one, so you can bestow upon me, the regenerative healing of my mind, my body, and my spirit.

Zahra took the small knife she had been holding in her left hand and brought it up to her wrist. She slowly dug the tip of the knife across her slender wrist. Blood began to pool up around the wound and quickly began to trickle over her hand and between her fingers. She held her bloodied hand over the fire and several drops fell in. The fire hissed and continued to burn brightly.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Deliver me O mighty Satan from all past error and delusion.. fill me with truth.. wisdom and understanding. Keep me strong in my faith and service, that I may abide always in thee with praise, honor, and glory be given thee forever and ever.

Zahra pointed the Athame in a counterclockwise rotation, stopping quarterly like she had before. Once she finished up her chant, she looked down to see a rather large snake slithering right towards her. Most normal people would have hightailed it out of there, but not Zahra. She smiled warmly at it like it was her pet. She bent down and reached her hand out. The intimidating looking snake coiled around her arm, slithering it’s way up her arm and around the back of her neck. Zahra stood back up, the snake paused, resting across her shoulder blades and back of her neck.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: And so it has been done..

Zahra lifted her right arm to a low hanging tree branch. The snake slowly slithered up her arm and into the foliage. Some of her blood smeared on the snake and onto the leaves of the trees. She looked back at the camera, but this time her eyes were completely white.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: LEGION HAS SPOKEN!

The footage began to static and glitch before everything cut to black.





SCENE: Three
PEOPLE PRESENT: Zahra Schreiber, Renee Young
CAMERA STATUS: On


The cameras opened up the scene backstage at the Phillips arena in Atlanta, Georgia, where SummerSlam was set to take place. Renee Young stood center frame of the camera, behind her was a dark blue curtain backdrop, with lights hanging from above shining down the curtains. Two chains hung down from the rafters which held up a heavy looking EBWF logo in place. Renee Young smiled at the camera and lifted the microphone up to her lips and began to speak.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name is Renee Young, and I am here backstage where we are just a few short hours away from the official kick off for SummerSlam. One of the MOST anticipated matches on the card is of course the first ever Queen of the Mountain match. Eight of EBWF's top women superstars are set to face each other in this one of a kind, history making match!

Renee shifted her weight and continued on with a bright smile on her face.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: It is certainly an exciting time to be a part of the women's division! There has been so much utter chaos between these eight superstars, and things have certainly been heating up for months.. Tonight it all comes to a head! Be sure to order SummerSlam so you can watch all the action unfold and find out who has it in them to become the EBWF Women's Champion.

It was then that the current EBWF Women's champion, Zahra Schreiber, suddenly popped into the frame and sneered at Renee Young.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Who has it in them? Really, Renee? I think I've made it abundantly clear that there is not a single person in this division that has it in them to take me out. Do you not see what I have done around this place? I told all of you that when I got this title, I'd bring a cloud of chaos and destruction... and do you not see that I delivered on that very thing? Never before has there been such an upheaval in this division. Every woman in the back is practically at each other's throats these days, respect is out the window. The company even had to bring in a GM of the Women's division. Do you think that was a coincidence, Renee?

Renee went to reply but Zahra shook her head no and pointed to herself with a manicured finger.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: No, that was all my doing. This company wasn't ready for what I brought to the proverbial table. This place still isn't ready. No one is ready. Go ahead, just ask adorable little Liv Morgan, or the self proclaimed "Goddess of Wrestling", Alexa Bliss. Ask "The Golden One"... Mandy Rose. I inflicted pain on them like they've never felt before. I took each one of them to their breaking point.. then I pushed them even further beyond. I broke their bodies and I damn near broke every one of their spirits. Their lucky I didn't snap their necks and end their careers right then, right there.

Zahra shifted her title belt which was draped over her shoulder. She tossed her long raven black hair over her shoulder.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I know that each one of them questioned if they had what it takes to get through me. If they had what it takes to hang with the single most destructive force in this division... ME! I have successfully crawled under the thin skin of every female in the back, because I don't give a shit what anyone thinks of me. I don't need your friendship, your fake ass respect... no. I don't buy into all that horseshit. I'm the one who inflicts pain on others, and I take a great amount of pleasure in doing so. I only want to make you all bleed.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: You have certainly made some large waves in your wake-

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Waves? Renee... I've grabbed the division by the balls and stirred this bitch up. This division was dull under Natalya, or her protege spawn, Liv Morgan. I stepped into the game and took what I knew was truly meant to be mine. I didn't win the Rumble and get a title shot at Wrestlemania... No... in fact, I was skipped time and time again when it came to title opportunities. Liv always got the match. If it wasn't Liv then it was Alexa Bliss. I was an afterthought when I was sadly aligned with Liv and Alexa in the Moonlight Dollz. Then I got injured and I was shelved for far too long. I doubled down and worked twice as hard for my return. I've never made excuses and I did what I put my mind too. I came back with a bang. I found a loophole and slithered my way into Wrestlemania, where I would go on to walk out as the newly crowned champion. I've been unstoppable ever since. My match history speaks volumes for all of those who choose to doubt.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Those who choose to doubt? Can you elaborate?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Foolish women who think they are greater than they truly are. Of course I am specifically talking about Charlotte Flair. Ms. Silverspoon, making a way into this business off her father's name. Her father, who even used a gimmick from another wrestler before him who retired. Ole' Nate-ch didn't have any originality, and neither does his bore of a daughter, Charlotte. She's simply an over-hyped, watered down, female version of her father. Slap a wig on Rick and their twins... WOOOO!

Zahra chuckled cockily.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Charlotte Flair did take to Twitter recently to claim that she was going to be the next Women's champion... do you have any comments on that?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I find it humorous... Tell me, Renee.. Do you honestly think someone as weak as Charlotte has what it takes to carry this division like I have?

Renee shook her head, not wanting to answer Zahra's question.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: I-I couldn't say...

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: The answer I was looking for is... no. Charlotte is too weak. She can't even stand alone on her own two feet. No. Instead she joins up with two of the most feeble minds in the back and forms a stable called.. Royalty?

Zahra sneered.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Am I to fear Royalty? Perhaps they have not been paying attention to a little thing I like to call... LEGION! However, we are equals in Legion. We don't need a sassy, loud, mouthpiece at the forefront. No. I don't even need my boys to get involved, or accompany me to the ring. I do things on my own. But Legion is always there if I need them. We are everywhere.

Zahra winked at the camera. Renee Young cleared her throat and spoke up once more.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: ...So you aren't worried at all about the possibility of Zelina Vega possibly finding a way to aid Charlotte in this match?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Charlotte Flair is no match for me and neither is her dirty Teacup Chihuahua, Zelina Vega. If that little bitch does decide to stick her nose in things.. I'll kick her so hard PETA will be after me for animal abuse.

You see.. unlike Charlotte, I don't have to go around demanding respect, or to be noticed. I don't have to demand to be taken seriously or for people to give a shit.. I strike fear into others because they know I have the power to destroy them! My actions always speak for me, and they speak volumes. I will flip your whole world upside down, tear you open like a knife to flesh, and spit in the wound.

Renee widened her eyes and mouthed "Wow".

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Certainly very strong words for your opponent this evening...

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Then you can only imagine the damage I'm going to inflict out in that ring tonight, when my words already hold so much weight. I don't think girls like Liv, Alexa, Trish, Candice whats-her-face, Mandy who-gives-a-shit, Charlotte "overrated" Flair, Nikki "Needs a Psych Eval" Cross... understand what they are getting themselves into. You see, all they see is gold. Their eyes are wide open with hope that this is their moment. Every one of them probably truly feels that they will be leaving with MY title. None of them realize that tonight, their careers are going to be altered forever. I may end all of their careers... Who knows what I have planned out. But I can tell you one thing, Renee... there will be blood. There will be lots of blood. I'm going to make each of those little worthless pigs squeal at the top of their lungs like they're in the goddamn slaughterhouse.

This is not the time for any of you to have your big break out moment. Ohhh no. It is time for me to finish unleashing hell upon this division. This is about so much more than some title. You simple minded, greedy little peons can't see past this title. You don't understand the true power you hold when you are where I am. Don't get it twisted, this title is not leaving my possession... But even on the off chance someone got lucky... it wouldn't stop a thing. I'm too powerful, too strong, and I bring far too much carnage to be stopped by some materialistic, menial title. You're all looking to get your big win and a fat check, and I'm looking at a killing field. I'm going to cleanse this human filth parade we call a Women's division. A division chalked full of talent-less waste that lines the locker room in the back like a toxic mold. All of you think you somehow deserve to have my spot? To take my title? What have any of you done? Except try to gang up and take me out, which clearly failed. So many of you seem to think it's so easy, yet here I am, still YOUR EBWF Women's Champion. Who has been able to stop me as of yet?

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Well, no one but-

Zahra put her index finger up towards Renee Young's lips and shushed her.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Shhhh-shhh-shhhhhhhhhh. Right now you're just a glorified microphone stand lucky enough to be in my presence. The champion is talking. Your mouth goes shut unless I say otherwise.

Zahra adjusted her title once more on her shoulder, holding it close against her body.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: The lot of you are only digging your own graves. You're all standing before the hangman's noose and I'm about to kick the stools out from under each and every one of your feet. Charlotte will lose her "Flair" and waste away into obscurity where she belongs. Candice can go back home to being a darling little housewife to her husband, baking cupcakes and shit. Alexa Bliss can then return under the bridge she belongs under like the awful, jewel encrusted troll that she is. Liv Morgan is about to go down harder than that one idiot from Jersey Shore who didn't pay his taxes. Mandy Rose will then float off into oblivion again. The almighty Trish Stratus will be cashing in on her 401k after this match because I'm about to break every brittle bone in her decrepit body. Maybe I'll even spit in her face again and put her in her place once and for all. Who else does that leave?

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Nikki Cross.

Zahra wagged her finger in a "no-no-no" type fashion.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Ah-ah-ahhhh. I said no speaking. My question was rhetorical. Of course I knew Nikki was the last on my list of opponents. I'll have to admit that Nikki is a different breed in this little game. She's unlike the rest, and she's a goddamn nut. She may be crazy, but she's not crazy in the sense that I am. She doesn't plan any of her moves in this game of chess. Her decision making is rash, spontaneous... just off the wall. Unlike me, who is methodical, smooth, and deadly. I don't burn up all my energy acting psychotic, running around the ring like an escapee from the loonie bin. I don't yell nonsense at the top of my lungs or attack ring announcer...

Zahra smiled cockily.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: No.. I make the most of my work. I inflict the max amount of pain, I dish out damage that can last a lifetime. You'll all be feeling this beat down for weeks. I will mangle and cripple you all beyond the point of recognition. This will be your end, mark my words. It'd be wise to get your affairs in order, kiss your family goodbye, and prepare for your demise. I will bury you all, six feet under, to lay for all eternity with the maggots and worms that will consume your rotting corpses. Once you're all buried in the graves I already have dug up for you... I'm going to scratch out the names on your headstones and dance on your graves, holding my middle fingers to the sky.

Zahra clicked her tongue and let out a maniacal laugh.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Now excuse me, Renee... I have seven funerals to plan.

Zahra's facial expression went from humor to stoic. She clenched her jaw and promptly walked out of camera frame, leaving Renee Young standing there holding the microphone. She sighed and visibly relaxed after the Champion walked away. Renee Young shook her head in disbelief as the cameras slowly faded to black.


[WRESTLER'S STATS]

 REAL NAME:
  Brittney Z'ahra Schreiber
RING NAME:
  Zahra Schreiber
NICKNAME(S):
  Queen of Controversy
HEIGHT:
  5'8"
WEIGHT:
  120 lbs
FINISHERS:
  "American History X"
(Curb Stomp)
"Jawbreaker"
(Eat Defeat)
CURRENT TITLE:
  Women's Champion
TITLE HISTORY:
  Women's Champion x1
STABLE:
  Moonlight Dollz (formerly)
  Legion
MANAGERS:
  None
MANAGING:
  None
RELATIONSHIP:
  J. Havoc
ALLIES:
  Tommy End & Dante
ENEMIES:
  The Mean Girls
THEME:
  "Lost in the Static" - After The Burial
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[RP INFO]

 FEATURING:
  Person
UPCOMING MATCH:
  Match
MATCH STIPULATION:
  None
EVENT:
  Warfare
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