Klorine V Adam Moore }{ Preview Match One

[-Jack Noble-]

Preview Match One
Singles Match
Klorine vs Adam Moore
No real description, just two people who don't really care for each other facing off.
Referee: Alan Johnson

[Klorine]

(little occ note: THANK YOU AIDIAN AND TRIP FOR THIS MATCH! I OWE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. OPERATION FUN BAR TIME WILL GO OFF.)

Koraline sat in the back with her head in her hands, she is obviously thinking about her opponent, Adam Moore... 
It was just that they were taging together and now... she had her first singles match with him.  Lizzie Morna walked by seeing the girl by herself.

:Lizzie:Excuse me, Klorine is it? you mind giving us your thought about your Abbandons Pitt's debut?"
Koraline lifted her head to see Lizzie there with the mic.
:Klorine:"In england, in the 1700's they would burn a person if they so much as were considered "a practicing Witch", They say that alot of innocent people drowned because of another idea, Witches floated... So, what does this have to do with my debut you ask... everything. People think i'm weird because i wear black.Because i wear Small top hats, because i don't speak the way everyone else does. I'M BLOODY BRITISH! I DON'T SPEAK LIKE EVERY FRICKEN YANK HERE! I don't make freinds easy, and i don't keep them long enough for them to get to know me better. I'm Called Klorine from the WW1 gas that was so widely used, that in ww2 gas masks were issued to all armed forces over here i heard. I'm quick,fast and deadly. i don't wrestle... I FIGHT! where i came from, you learned to fight so you survived. You fought for ever damn bloody little thing you could get. a preety girl like you Lizzie, wouldn't last 4 seconds in the ring with my crew in england, So if you don't mind.. i have to get ready for my match. Adam Moore, So it is written... so it will come to pass... your defeat in blood.... will be my saving grace. Watch my match Lizzie, you shall see what i mean" Klorine shoved the mic and lizzie in the process out of the way, all the time muttering to herself as she headed back stage to her locker room, and smiled upon seeing Kristi and her twins girls backstage. "Geez Louise! Look at Taylor and Kayleigh! You ready to see Me go out and kick some ass?" Koraline laughed.
:Kristina:"do you seriously mind not saying ass infront of my kids? it's bad enough i got them doing backflips off the diving board! Kristi said hugging her long time freind. :kristi: "Came to wish you luck. i know you won't need it, but.. Good luck. you'll do great things here. go after that brass ring, you will never know if it's unreachable if you never try." Kristina said. :Kristi:"And with that advice, we are going to take our seats in the arena and watch a good show. but first we are stoping to wish Aidan and Jack some luck!" She said as she walked out of kora’s locker room with the two girls. Koraline had to sigh and smile. That girl was a hopless case somedays, but she really did enjoy her time working here. Even if things never worked out tween her and Mr. Zero, she still managed to keep herself involved in some form. Whether it was training younger students, or working with people to make sure that the places were booked, and things were all in order. Kora wasn’t that person. She was to shy, to scrappy and too much of a loud mouthed, brawler to work for anyone. She also decided to have some fun once and a while, while Kristi… was straight edge, and as long as Kora kept her partying confined to the bars and such, the two never had a reason to fight. Mostly cause Koraline was very respectful to others. Well not to people that shoved mic’s in her face when she was trying to get her thoughts together. To prevent such interruptions, she locked the door and just sat on the floor to get her thoughts together.

[Faith Moore]

is it ok if I use Faith Moore for this match? i dont wanna guy to hit a girl lolz

[Faith Moore]

Faith Moore stands before the camera, some people in the audience are trying to remember just who she is because her and her brother, Adam Moore, haven't made it onto a lot of cards lately. Her beautiful blonde hair streams down either side of her face while the tips find a resting place on top of her low cut button up shirt. She then grins, flashing her sparkling white teeth at the camera, she must be pleased over being back in action this week at an Eagle Vision Professional Wrestling pay per view. She then addresses the camera in a soft yet powerful voice, her Canadian accent popping through here and there.

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“Hey babes, remember me? If not, I'm the ever so gorgeous Faith Moore. This week, I'm finally in action against this one random chick. I mean, you can tell when someone just isn't in your league, and when no one knows your name.. you surely aren't on their level. Wait, wait... it's coming to me... Klorine? Like.. the pool water? What the hell kind of a name is that?”

At this point, around thirty percent of the crowd laughs or chuckles to them selves. One specific man even wipes a tear from his eye, however, it's pretty obvious that the specific man is already quite intoxicated.

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“Anyway, I'm back and better than ever. I've been working out for all these weeks, my training regiment has never been stronger. I'm for sure faster than ever, I give Adam a literal run for his money now. Oh! Hang on, just one second!”

Faith Moore then bends over so her upper body is out of sight to the camera, though you can still see her lower back just barely making it onto the screen. Suddenly, the Canadian Sweetheart pops back up, now holding her little, white, fluffy dog.

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“Remember this little guy?! Punkin sure remembers all of you and he's super excited to be back in EVPW this week. Isn't that right baby?”

She looks down at Punkin as she asks the question, and then she snatches up one of his front paws with her index finger and thumb, making him wave to the camera. While giggling, she bends back down and places the dog back down on the ground in front of her two high heel wearing feet. When she pops her head back into the shot, something seems to have wiped the smile clean off of her smooth face. She is now almost to the point of appearing absolutely disgusted. Faith sets her eyes on the camera, as if she was staring directly into it's soul with her baby blue eyes.

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“I've heard grumblings from other indy fed divas that I'm not good enough, or cut out, as they say, to be in one of the bigger indy promotions such as EVPW. You know, when someone tells you not to, or that you can't do something.. it makes you want to do it that much more, it makes that your main priority, just for the sake of proving those poor bitches wrong. So, this week at Abbadon's Pit, I come back in winning form. I'm going to beat Klorine, I'm going to pull her hair, bite, scratch, anything I need to do to win. She'll tap out, she'll be saying, “No more, no more!” and slapping her hand to the mat. When I raise my hand in victory this week, it'll send a message to those doubtful divas and the world that Faith Moore is the best female wrestling in the world. Send anyone bitch at me, I'll make them all tap out or knock them the heck out with my Roundhouse kick. I'm sorry Klorine, I have nothing against you, but I'm going to make an example of you later tonight, because I have to. I do wish you good luck though, and good health. Well, more like good luck at maintaining good health after I'm done with you tonight. On the other hand, you're darker, but kinda cute.. so I guess I won't mess up your face that much."

Faith Moore winks at the camera while she giggles. Something is a lot different about this diva lately, more “in for the kill” and all business. She then turns to her left and walks off of screen.