- People Ment. - Read and See

- W/L/D - 7-3-0

-Achievements - Women's Independent Title(EWF) Revenge Title(UCW) Cruiser Weight Title(3WL) American Title(3WL) 2002 Match Of The Year(3WL)

//Foreword\\ -||June 22nd 2003 marks a huge day in the world of women’s professional wrestling. Two of the biggest federations are co-existing for one night to bring what will without a doubt be an event the world won’t soon forget. Many great matches have been signed, putting together personalities that most would’ve never imagined. The one that is on our young Canadians mind is one where she’s been given the opportunity to gain not one but two championships. Ironically the titles involved in it don’t have any value to her. This seems strange in a world where holding the top golden trinket is what most strive for their entire careers. Ariel, however, was always the exception to these type of rules. While other enjoyed it for one reason she’d enjoy it for reasons most wouldn’t fathom. All that our young Canadian has ever wanted to be is successful at something or another. Whiter it was to be the best fry cook at McDonalds or some corrupt Corporate Exec. Whatever it was she just wanted to be one of the best at it. This rings true in her current profession in which she’s still striving for that excellence that has so eluded her on a many occasions. Some would say that she’s among the best that the business has to offer. She has yet to prove that to her toughest critic...herself. In her view she has along ways to go before she can be satisfied with her performance. This ‘mega-event’ means more to her than fame and fortune or getting the respect from her peers. Will she be able to come through this with her head held high? I guess only time will tell. ||- //End Foreword\\ -|| The scene opens to the inside of a large building where a seemingly endless stream of people walk up and down the halls tending to their business. Wrapped up in their own worlds mostly oblivious to their surroundings. Our view turns to that of two young women sitting in the lobby. One with long light brown hair worn straight stopping around her shoulders wearing a gray pull-over light denim blue leans and white and blue Nike sneakers with a magazine in her hands flipping through the pages. The other is a dark brown haired woman with her hair worn straight. Wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans and white sneakers. She sits in the wooden chair with her hands on her chin with a very bored look on her face. ||- Y. Woman #1 : “Ugh! Goddamn this is boring as bloody hell. How long is this crap going to take Ariel?” Ariel : -||She puts down the magazine||- “Damn Blaine how many fucking times are you going to ask that question? For the thousandth time I don’t know! Besides I don’t remember saying that you had to tag along anyway. If I remember correctly it was YOU calling ME because you wanted to see what the ‘wrestlers life was like’.” Blaine: “Well...yeah but I had no idea it would be this god awful boring. I was thinking it'd be chalked full of excitement and such. -||In a sarcastic tone||- Instead I get all of this oh so glamorous sitting around time. Gee Ariel you lead such an eventful life. How do you contain yourself?” Ariel: “Kiss my ass Blaine. It’s a little thing called ‘public relations’ that you wouldn’t know about considering you’re career is pretty much non-existent. Anyway I don’t need you fucking with me right now. I have possibly one of the biggest matches in my career coming up this Sunday, and your constant bitching isn’t helping me at all.” Blaine: “I’ll be having those ‘big matches’ sooner than you think, and that comment on my career will be remembered when I get there. On a serious note though good luck on that whole ‘Mega PPV’ thing. It’s really getting alot of hype. This week alone I’ve seen the commercial a total of like seventy times. Hopefully I can get some umm...front row seats?” Ariel: -||Laughs||- “I don’t know...considering all of those little comments you made...” Blaine: “Ah come on you do know I was just kidding right? RIGHT?!” Ariel: “Hmm...how do I answer that? Tell you what I’m going to go get this interview over with. The guy told me to come in about 5:30 and it’s about 5:25 or so. After than we’ll see...because my care really needs a good washing.” -|| Ariel gets up from the chair laughing while Blaine sits looking at Ariel with squinted eyes than playfully throwing a magazine towards Ariel who deflects it away with her forearm than sticking out her tongue while turning the knob on the thick wooden door and entering. Inside is a small room where a man sits in a tan folding chair with his head down writing something with a pen on a notepad. She lightly knocks on the door to get his attention. His head quickly turns to her and he quickly gets to his feet walking over to the young woman who he’s a few inches taller than. He shakes her hands and invites her in closing the door behind her. He gets an almost identical folding chair from the wall and sits in directly in front of his than in a deep voice asks Ariel to ‘Have a seat.” She obliges and he pulls out a black tape recorder holding it in his hands putting it to his mouth.||- Interviewer: “I may as well start this off as most interviews and thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to do this. For those of you who don’t know this young lady that sits across from me is Ariel Darkchylde whom has taken the federation known as WWWL by storm. Now the big talk right now is about this big joint Pay-Per-View that is being held by the company you work for WWWL and the LIWA. It must feel somewhat of a privilege to be apart of something this historic.” Ariel: “Well yeah it’s fucking awesome to be apart of something like this. Albeit I’m not all that familiar with LIWA though I have seen some of the talent they have, and it’s cool to share a stage with talent such as that. For me it’s always a privilege every time I get the chance to go out in front of a crowd to perform. This is just on a MUCH grander scale than anything that I’ve done so far in my career. Hopefully I don’t fuck up and have this go from my greatest moment to the most embarrassing.” Interviewer: -||Laughs||- "Understandable...Now you’re involved in against HBC 2.0 and Random Vrmanicek in a two falls match for both the LIWA North American Title and the WWWL American Title. This is a chance for you to take home not one but two titles. The opponents you have are some of the very best the LIWA has to offer. From Ariel's’ perspective what are her chances of coming out of this a winner?” Ariel: -||Smirks||- “Ariel thinks that her chances are just as good as anybodies. I won’t sit here blowing smoke out of my ass telling you that I’m going to walk out with double gold around my waist. I’ve been in this business long enough to know that there are NO guarantees. Hell I didn’t know that most of my time in WWWL would be sent on the sidelines. It’s just the way that the cookie crumbles you know? I’m in there with out a shadow of a doubt two of the best women not only in the LIWA, but also in the world. It’s not going to be some kind of cake walk but I promise that some bodies going to get their ass handed to them when Sunday rolls around, and I don’t plan on that ass being mine. As far as the titles go....I’m not all that keen on becoming American Champion of either company. Maybe that sounds just a little bit strange, but at this point and time I’m not chasing any sort of titles. As a matter of fact titles have NEVER been my goal in a federation. It was, is and will ALWAYS be about me going out there putting it all on the line. I don’t need a fancy title to validate something that I already know about myself. So if I walk out with a belt fine, if not no problem. I measure whither the match I’m in is good or not by the reaction the crowd gives me. Hell I’d do it for free, but you know need to live.” Interviewer: “So if you were given a shot at the biggest accolade of them all the world title you wouldn’t take it?” Ariel: “Are you kidding dude? There’s no way in hell I’d pass up a chance to become World Champion. I think that’s every athletes goal in their career is to one day be at the top of the mountain. See I don’t think you understand just what I’m saying to you. How many titles I have doesn’t define what kind of performer you are. Actually going out there three hundred days out of the year giving the best that you can possibly pull out of your body is what defines you. So what I’m saying is that it’s not the world title BELT that I’m after rather what it represents. I could go out after this interview get a belt made than call myself the Emperor of China. See what I mean?” Interviewer: “Point well taken. Back to the subject at hand. It seems that you and the current champion Random Vrmanicek haven’t exactly seen eye to eye lately.” Ariel: -||Smiles||- “To say the least...yeah like I said earlier I think she’s a great competitor. On the flipside I think she’s a complete utter BITCH. She walks out in the ring night after night claiming that she’s the best wrestler walking this earth. Why because she beat a couple of low carders in WWWL? Well that’s just fucking good for her. She should go pat herself on the back because she beat a couple of people that weren’t going to amount to anything in our business. I’m not taking anything away from her ability, but is she the one in the main event? Hell no she’s in the middle of the card just like my ass is. If she were as good as she claimed than she’d be world champion right now, or at least in the title picture. Don’t know about you but to me that SCREAMS self-delusion. From my view it appears that she has that disease most women like her have what I like to call ‘head in ass disease’. Which means that they get so caught up in what’s going on in their own little world they lose their grasp on reality. Winning those two titles have given her some kind of false confidence. Are we beginning to see what I mean about little golden belts? Anyway, let’s not forget that I never lost my title I was STRIPPED of the title due to injury. So she can walk around knowing that she’s never pinned my shoulders to the mat or mad me submit. Making her a transitional champion. Just holding down that strap until a true champion comes along. One things for sure I’m going to put her to the ultimate test Sunday.” Interviewer: “What about your other adversary HBC 2.0?” Ariel: “What about her? Are you asking what I think about her, it or whatever the hell she thinks she is. Only thing I know about her is that she’s supposed to be some kind ‘cyborg’? I’ve been in this business for two years now. Seen a whole lot of gimmicks but damn...this one is new to me. I do have respect for her however. She has been pretty successful over in LIWA. Defeating some of their top talent. I’ve done my homework on her, and I’m well aware she’s going to give me a hell of a run for my money. Honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way.-|| She looks down at her wrist watch||- Damn...well I really hate to cut this short but I REALLY haft to get going. Hit me up around noonish Tuesday and I should have alot more time on my hands. Is that good for you?” Interviewer: “Sure...no problem my deadlines Wednesday so that’s fine. Good luck to you this Sunday and again thank you for your time.” Ariel: “It was my pleasure. Make sure you tune in Sunday wouldn’t want to miss this.” -||Ariel hurriedly gets up from the chair shaking the mans hand than rushing out of the door as the scene fades to black.||-

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