Skadi stood backstage, her heart pounding against her ribs. The roar of the crowd outside was muffled by the curtain, but she could still feel their energy, their anticipation.
As she ran her hand through her hair, a stagehand handed her a small, peculiar object. It was a hammer-shaped relic, its surface etched with intricate runes.
A piece of parchment was attached, covered in strange symbols. "It was found backstage," the stagehand explained, his voice barely audible over the growing thunder. "I can't understand it, can you help?"
Curiosity piqued, Skadi examined the relic. A shiver ran down her spine as her fingers touched the cold metal. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
The crowd gasped as a deafening clap of thunder shook the arena. Skadi's breath caught in her throat. The storm outside seemed to be reacting to her.
The show was interrupted as the lights went out. A moment of panic ensued before the emergency lights flickered on. A hush fell over the audience as a spotlight illuminated Skadi, the relic held high. A second message appeared on the parchment, written in runes:
"The storm will rise, and the one named Skadi shall battle Jörmungandr, the symbol of evil."
Another chill ran down Skadi's spine. She had always felt a connection to the storm, a wild, untamed power that mirrored her spirit. But this was different. This was a prophecy, a warning. And it seemed that she was at the centre of it all.
As the thunder continued to rumble, Skadi felt a surge of energy within her. The storm was not just a natural phenomenon but a sign, a harbinger of things to come.
She had always thought of herself as a warrior, a performer. But now, she realized that her destiny was greater than she had ever imagined. She was more than just a woman; she was a symbol, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.
OCW PRIDE CHAMPIONSHIP
HIFUMI MAYOSHI vs. SUE PLEX*
The scene opens backstage focused on the stacked Claude Hall talking to the OCW seamstress. Showing off his designer dubs he notices something or someone out of the corner of his eye. He does a double take and smirks.
Claude: Sorry to abruptly cut you off, but If you’d excuse me for a moment. I see something I need to tend to.
The seamstress nods and Claude slowly makes a beeline for what has caught his attention. As the camera shot pans out we can see that being new OCW rookie, Rory Miller. Claude stops a few feet behind him as we see Rory going through a few stretching drills. Claude coughs loudly to get Rory’s attention. He quickly turns to Claude, caught off guard. The Hott Boy glances Rory up and down. Before addressing him….
Claude: Ah man, didn’t mean to startle you. Rory? Rory Miller, right? I just so happened to catch your last match on Ambition. I must say, pretty impressive. You look good out there my guy.
Claude gives Rory a hard slap on the arm.
Claude: However, I see some areas you could def improve in. I don’t mind offering you some pointers, bruh. And don’t worry, free of charge. I know it’s not everyday you get a former International Champion and a huge star like me offering you advice. Ooh, did that come off as boastful? Not my intention to brag, but you know.
Claude places his hands on his hips and looks up at the ceiling with a huge grin on his face basking in what he had just said and thinking to himself. As he slowly looks back to Rory, Rory is standing there looking anxious while scratching his head.
Rory: So sorry, bro, but who are you? I’m not familiar.
Claude’s eyes widen, eyes bugging out of his head. He starts to choke on his own saliva. He tries to compose himself quickly before responding.
Claude: EXCUSE ME??
Rory Miller goes to reply but Claude puts his finger up stopping him. Claude cocks his head to the side, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. He gives Rory a disdainful glare before slowly turning and walking away.
Rory is left standing there looking confused and taken aback watching Claude storm off. The scene fades to black on the awkward encounter as Riot goes to commercial break.
