Each week that passed, Razzles Mars got a little bit better, and turns her luck around a little more. Just three weeks into her career in Action Wrestling, Razzles hadn't just turned her record around,
but she'd earned the right to call herself the TV Champion. While this would normally be cause for celebration, it wasn't completely perfect...
Maybe it was adrenaline. Maybe it was a panic reaction. But, tunnel vision set in and the desperation to get the cover on Voss Holt and claim the Television Championship he'd held caused a blindness and Razzles just could not see
Estrella in her peripherals. And if she did? Getting out of position and knocking the wicked girl out of position would mean re-starting the three count, and those seconds would have given Luiz ample time to break the new fall, or
Holt to kick out. It had been hard enough to put the beast down, even with the help of her rival.
Sharing the pinfall, and becoming co-TV Champion was the best result that Razzles could've hoped for.
But with that came the criticism. Mostly from her co-champion...
Estrella just could not fathom any sort of respect for anyone who she perceived had nothing they could provide her to advance her career.
But, that was the beauty of the Television Championship. It was defended weekly and with that opportunity, came the chance to shed the pint-sized devil on her back. The only downside? It felt like a backtrack to her first week in Action Wrestling... returning to the triple threat stipulation where she'd been in her debut, where James Nightingale held a victory over her due to pinning Tennessee Sinclair.
This meant that Razzles didn't need to be involved in the deciding fall to lose her championship. Carnivore could pin Estrella, or Estrella could tap Carnivore and Razzles would lose her title! But, that was the mark of being a champion... rising to the occasion to leave with the same gold that you walked in with.
Razzles may be entering as a co-champion, but she intends to leave as the undisputed Television Champion!
Clash - AW Television Championship
December 15, 2019
There's something very secretive about Razzles at this moment. She wore dark clothes: a big black hoodie, swallowing her otherwise svelte frame, and tight black leggings with a black beanie on her head. Always the imperfect girl, her pink hair tumbled out of the cap in curls, and of course the boots on her feet were glittery and pink, giving her away. Her hand cupped her mouth, while her voice was gruff and lowered to one of the lowest octaves her voice can manage while speaking into the phone.
RAZZLES MARS: So you'll be at the Boneshaker Arena?
Pause.
RAZZLES MARS: Yes. Thank you. Oh!... Y-your pay?
She panicked slightly. She hadn't thought of that. Scheming wasn't her strong suit, likely from inexperience.
RAZZLES MARS: Yes. Um, well, that's going to come from me: Torture.
Another beat.
RAZZLES MARS: My real name? Um... Mr. Torture, I think.
Her jaw dropped, straining her voice to remain in character.
RAZZLES MARS: No this is not a prank call! Per your ad, my talent is entitled to a free consultation, but your traveling will be gratis. Yes. Thank you.
She disconnected the phone, smiling, pleased with herself. As she turned around, there was Jenna Bauer, waiting with a mic in hand. Razzles fumbles her phone, catching it at the last possible moment and clutching it to her chest. Her strained voice is much closer to her normal cadence as she catches her breath.
RAZZLES MARS: JENNA! You gave me a fright!
Bauer can barely resist a laugh and smile at the defensive Razzles; she must remain professional.
JENNA BAUER: My apologies there, Razzles. I was just wanting to get a word with you regarding your upcoming title defense but I see you were a bit busy. Is this a new look for you?
Razzles blushed, the wheels turning as an excuse formed.
RAZZLES MARS: It's... quite cold. Black um, absorbs more sunlight. More heat. Very much Bill Nye stuff. But, title defense, yeah? I'm surprised you aren't calling it a 'co-title defense' considering Estrella's making sure everyone and their mum knows that she believes it'll be the last of them.
JENNA BAUER: Your history with Estrella's very noted in the short time you've been here but as long as you hold that Television Championship, whether in part or in full, it is still a title defense. Have Estrella's actions been bothering you?
RAZZLES MARS: Estrella's not fortunate enough to have that power over me. No matter how badly she may want to convince you otherwise.
The Pro Wrestling Pixie Stick chuckled, pocketing her phone into her sweater.
RAZZLES MARS: The lies and changing stories grow tiresome. The standard she holds me to compared to everyone else, where they are treated like people and I'm a secondary citizen should weigh on my mind, but they fuel my fire. I've never been more motivated to smack anyone in the mouth; probably because no one's mouth is bigger than Estrella's... but she is right about one thing, for once. Clash will be the end of the co-champion era. But I will be doing everything in my power to assure she isn't the one who leaves with the honour of being called champion!
JENNA BAUER: What about Carnivore? The two of you share a strange relationship.
RAZZLES MARS: Carnivore's lost the plot; of himself, and of Estrella and myself. He's fighting for all of these fantastical reasons that only he sees. The minute he's not fighting to prove he's the best and he deserves to be champion is the minute that Estrella and myself have already won. I have a lot of respect for him, when he's not threatening me for no reason. We're mates. But this reign has just begun. He's not the end of it.
JENNA BAUER: I see. Thank you for your time, Razzles, and I really hope that all of... whatever that was earlier, goes well for you.
She blushes, flustered. Collecting herself with a nod and a smile in Jenna's direction, she scuffles away, embarrassed as we fade to black.
RECORD: Wins: 01 Losses: 02 Draws: 00
ACCOLADES: Signed AW Contract // AW Television Champion
DEFEATED: Voss Holt