(OORP: I'm posting this for Trevor because he couldn't remember his old username/password and created a new account .. but hasn't been given clearance to post on New ERA's forums yet... -sean)
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"No little girl is going to hand me anything."
{{the camera focuses in on a white NEW background. victoria hawke stands before it with her hands lying gently on her hips.}}
"And if she thinks she is, well then little miss Foxx has another thing comin' to her at Raucous."
{{her hands leave her hips as victoria holds up her pointer finger.}}
"This women's division is going to be my playground. Victoria Hawke doesn't settle for second fiddle. I don't settle when I play baccarat, and I won't settle on Raucous against you. You think that you can stroll into NEW and lay claim to Karla Starr. So you guys have a past in some other league; that means nothing to me. You come to NEW and you claim that you are going to make me work for the title? Me?! Honey, I don't know what you're doing down there in Texas, but that won't be the case."
{{hawke stops. she looks down at the floor and after a few seconds she raises her head, her hair dropping in front of her face as a smile slowly begins to creep across her face.}}
"Perhaps you've been dipping into the horses curds down there on the farm. I only talk big, Foxx, because I can deliver the goods. For far too long NEW's Woman's title has been around Karla Starr's waist. It makes me sick to have to tune into show after show and hear the announcers claim that she is the face of our division. After what? Blindsiding Caitlyn Daymon and taking the title? I don't think so! I was in that match. I actually wrestled for a chance at that title. I went through a flaming table for the chance to hold that title. Karla Starr as Woman's champion? Well, she won't hold that title for much longer, I can promise you that."
{{hawke brushes her hair behind her ears and gazes into the camera.}}
"I can also promise you that on Raucous, you will be given a short introduction to our humble home. I am a world class athlete, Foxx. I was born and bred for this. While you were on the farm yanking weeds out of a donkey's mouth, I was training with the very best of European wrestlers. I will see you at Raucous, Foxx. Just prepare to watch any hopes you have of facing Karla Starr get washed down the drain. Next time, instead of playing with your horsies, you'll realize it'll take more than thinking about charitible causes to beat Victoria Hawke."
{{hawke flips her head as she turns to the side, her hair flowing as she walks off the set.}}
