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

It was just after the Queen of the Ring match and all hell had just broken loose between the majority of the locker room. The fans in attendance ate up the entire match and the carnage that followed. The fans energy was still running high out in the arena, twitter was exploding with tweets about the chaos that had unfolded. The women of EBWF were once again taking the world by storm. Some fresh talent was clearly filtering into the mix of the division to keep things fresh and exciting. Even more exciting was that for the first time in EBWF history… there was no clear Queen of the Ring winner. Leaving many to wonder just what was going to happen since there was no named Queen this year. Who would be facing the current Women’s Champion, Zahra Schreiber, at Summerslam?

In an attempt to find an answer for the EBWF universe, Renee Young took it upon herself to roam the halls in search of the Women’s champion. Everyone had made it backstage from the match and scurried off in different directions. Renee turned down a hallway and walked to the trainer’s room. Zahra was on the Trainer’s table, being examined.

[EBWF|TRAINER]: No signs of a concussion.

The Trainer flashed a light in her eyes and made a note on a chart nearby.

[EBWF|TRAINER]: How’s the arm?

The trainer checked on her left arm and she winced slightly.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Ah, ouch!

[RENEE|YOUNG]: S’cuse me… Zahra?

Zahra sighed slowly and lifted her head up to look at Renee Young. Zahra shook her head, her title belt was laid across her lap.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Now’s not exactly the best time, Renee. You mind?

Zahra nodded to the trainer who was examining her after the match.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: I know it’s not ideal, but fans really want to know what your take on this whole ordeal is.

Zahra grimaced and pulled her arm closer to her. She bit her lip to suppress the pain she was feeling after the match. However she refused to appear weak, especially with cameras around.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Alright, alright, just… hurry the fuck up and leave me alone.

[RENEE|YOUNG]: Well, it’s lovely to see you too, Zahra. Now tell us... what exactly were you thinking when you decided to show up during Alexa Bliss and Liv Morgan’s Queen of the Ring match tonight?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: What was I thinking? I was thinking of shutting those two up once and for all. Saving the world from any more Alexa Bliss and Liv Morgan matches. Neither of them are deserving of a shot at MY title… and… lets be honest here, Renee… not one single female in the back deserves to be called a Queen of anything. Except for me, the one true Queen of Controversy. I threw hot coals under the feet of the women in this sad and pathetic division. I lit the fire under them all, didn’t ya just see what happened out there? It took the whole damn division to try and take me out. But I’m still here, still alive and breathing, and still your champion. You can pit me against Alexa Bliss, or Liv Morgan, it doesn’t matter. I will end them both. Paige and Charlotte want to stick their noses in too? Fine, you’ll find out real soon it’s the biggest mistake you ever made.

Zahra shifted her weight sitting on the table. The trainer gave her and ice pack to hold against her arm.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I may be bruised and slightly beat up, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. None of these girls around here have it in them to break me. Each time one of them steps up to the plate, I decimate them. I leave their carcass for the vultures to feed on when I’m done. I practically decapitated Liv Morgan at Wrestlemania. I nearly sidelined Mandy Rose with a major knee injury, and I’m pretty sure I just killed Alexa after I shoved her off the top rope and into the commentary table. If she’s not dead this time, then she’s at least paralyzed. Do you ladies see what you are going to be dealing with if you mess with me?

Zahra tucked some of her raven black hair behind her ear, revealing the tattoos on her neck.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: My reign over this division is one of turmoil. Of pain and suffering. Chaos and destruction. I WILL destroy you. I WILL end you. Do you all think you’re ready for that?

Zahra shook her head no and picked up her title, showing it off to the camera and Renee Young.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Trust me, you’re not ready. No one is. Now Renee… leave me be. I’ve said more than enough.

Renee nodded and shrugged her shoulders. She and the cameraman exited the room and the scene faded to black.

SCENE: Two
PEOPLE PRESENT: Zahra Schreiber, Tommy End, and Dante
CAMERA STATUS: Off

A news article broke out this week about a confrontation between Zahra Schreiber and Paige at last week’s Warfare in Grand Rapids, Michigan. In all honesty, the situation wasn’t even as bad as the internet made it seem. At least, not in her mind. Sure, Paige mouthed off a few snarky comments that almost did spark a fire of rage and fury between the two. Clearly both women knew there would likely be tensions between them, but up until that point, it had gone unspoken.

Zahra still couldn’t believe that she was asked to leave the arena. She hadn’t even started anything and she was the one being punished? Bullshit. Zahra was scheduled to cut a promo last week mentioning the fact that she has no named opponent for her title at Summerslam. For some reason, higher up’s decided to keep Paige on the premises for the Seth Rollins celebration, and instead cancelled Zahra’s appearance and sent her packing. So Zahra made sure to pull a few strings and get her own locker room, away from the rest of the Women. Often times it was scripted on TV that the champion always got a luxurious locker room all to themselves… but that wasn’t always the case. Luckily, favors pulled through and she got her own secluded spot. She was instructed to stay far away from Paige should the two cross paths with one another. Paige had likely been instructed the same.

A knock was heard on the door.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Come in…

The door clicked open and in walked Tommy End followed by Dante. Zahra smirked at “her boys”. Since being paired up for Legion, the trio were a road family. They’d travel to every city together in a van and she felt a close bond between the two of them. Not to mention she had been struggling with a gimmick to run with after they had split up the Moonlight Dollz. Tommy and Dante volunteered to take her under their wing so to speak and it worked like magic. The trio got along great and they played well off one another on screen. Legion had been getting more traction in recent months and taking the world by storm.

[TOMMY|END]: Hey, hey, I see you got your request… nice!

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty fuckin’ rad, man. I know I can’t get used to this, and it’s only a temporary solution… but fuck it, I’m gonna enjoy this shit!

Zahra swung open the door to the mini fridge filled with mini liquor bottles.

[MICHAEL|DANTE]: Hell yeah, me too!

[TOMMY|END]: We have a match tonight… so no.

Dante frowned and shrugged his shoulders. He walked over to the black leather couch and flopped down onto it. He put his feet up on the small table in front of the couch and crossed his feet. He picked up the TV and turned it on.

[MICHAEL|DANTE]: Fine, always such a damn stickler for the rules.

Tommy shrugged and faced Zahra.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I need a drink. Screw it, it's only one.

[TOMMY|END]: Hey... are you going to be alright tonight... you know, in case you two run into each other again?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I'll be fine. I can handle my shit, I'd just beat her ass but I don't want to get fired.

Zahra grabbed out a couple of Jack Daniels mini's from the fridge and a coke. She grabbed a cup and poured the coke into it. She quickly dumped two mini bottles into the coke and drank from it.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Ah look, already better. I didn't have many fucks to give in the first place, but the ones I did are gone know. Thanks, Jack. You make everything better.

Zahra smiled and drank some more. Tommy shook his head and sighed.

[TOMMY|END]: Don't get yourself into more trouble, Z'ahre... I know you're going through some things, and if you need to talk, you know we're both here for you. Don't lose sight of things over some bullshit. We've got a good thing going, you're Women's champion... don't get it twisted up, 'kay?

Zahra sighed as his words sunk in. He said it quiet enough so Dante didn't hear, he was too busy flipping through the channels.

[TOMMY|END]: Z?

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Alright, yeah... got it. You're right.

[TOMMY|END]: Thank you.

Dante slapped his hand on his knee and laughed, clueless to what the two were on about.

[MICHAEL|DANTE]: Aye! These idiots still goin' outside naked in the wilderness for free?! Naked and Afraid, pfftt. The only thing I'd be afraid of is some bug biting me on my coc-

[TOMMY|END]: Dante! Watch it... don't talk like that around her.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Like I haven't heard you both say worse. Listen, make yourselves comfy.. I.. need to film my promo. I'll catch you around later.

[TOMMY|END]: Zahra... don't do anything stupid.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: I won't.

Tommy furrowed his brow and nodded his head slowly. Dante waved a lazy goodbye from the couch. Zahra finished off her drink concoction and headed out of the locker room, the door clicking shut behind her.

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

The scene opened up backstage in a relatively dark corridor. It was clearly a unused side of the arena as no one appeared to be around. A feminine shadow walked towards the camera slowly and after a few seconds passed, the shadowy figure was revealed to be Zahra Schreiber. Two manly figures stood behind her in the shadows. Zahra grinned at the camera and cleared her throat to speak.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: So... tonight the EBWF powers that be decided to feed me good ole Trish Stratus.

Zahra patted the title belt that hung over her shoulder and menacingly looked back at the camera.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: Trish Stratus’ world is about to go to complete shit. I’m going to turn it upside down and soon her life will be nothing more than a wasteland. You see, Trish has done many… many impressive things throughout her career. She paved the way for the women of today. I should be thanking her, showing my respect and all that, right? Wrong!

Zahra laughed hysterically and began to pace back and forth in a small area in front of the camera. The two figures behind her didn’t move a muscle.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: You people clearly know nothing about me. The way I tick, the calculated way I move in that ring. I don’t set out to just win… I set out to destroy my opponent. Take a cold hard look at my track record, Trish. It speaks for itself. Ask my former opponents about the levels of pain I made them feel. How many of them felt they were going to die? How many of them were left to wonder if today was their last day in the business? You see, Trish... I took them to the brink and damn near ended them. Go ahead, ask Liv. Since you decided to stick your nose in my business at King of the Ring, then tried checking on her. No one asked you to get involved. This was between ME, Liv, and Alexa. It had nothing to do with you, you old washed up hag. Impressive as you may have once been, you’re a shell of your former self today. Ever since Natalya was smart enough to walk away and leave you in the dust, you’ve really plummeted around here. You were once a feared competitor in the ring, and admirable athlete… now you’re just a laughing stock. That’s right… a laughing stock. Don’t be fooled by these idiots in the back, these other women. They don’t respect you. They don’t give a shit about you. It’s the cold hard truth, Trish. They all play nice to your face, when your back is turned… they are throwing bets on when you will announce your retirement. That’s right. I said it. They know it’s coming, it’s unavoidable. I know it, they know it, and most importantly… you know it. The girls in the back aren’t your friends… they don’t look up to you, aspire to be you…. They just want your spot.

Zahra looked sternly into the camera.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: The only difference between me and them? I don’t sugar coat shit, and I’m woman enough to say it for the world to hear. For you to hear. I don’t whisper behind your back, no, no… I’m not afraid to be who I am, and think what I think. I don’t try to be your friend and kiss your ass. I’m out to break you down once and for all. Once I’m done beating you within an inch of your life, I’m going to break that precious title history of yours and scrub your name clean from the EBWF history books.

Zahra practically snarled at the camera and laughed.

[ZAHRA|SCHREIBER]: No worries though, Trish. If you need that certain someone to be the final nail in the coffin for you, well, I am more than willing to be that person. The one that finally puts Trish into retirement. Everyone wondered who her last match would be against and little did everyone know... it was me all along.

Zahra hit the end record button and quickly posted the footage onto EBWF.com.

[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:
None
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 _______________________