Post by Lowri Moss on Mar 16, 2017 22:00:08 GMT
Shortly after her losing effort in the Broadcast Championship match, a camera finds Lowri Moss backstage at the Electric Ballroom. Lowri is sat on a crate, with her head bowed, in a pensive mood. However, she soon becomes aware of the presence of the camera, and raises her head to look at it.
Lowri Moss: ‘I’m guessing you want to know what’s going through my head right now, following the match I was just in. Well, I suppose I need to start by congratulating James Edwards on regaining the Broadcast Championship.’
Lowri crosses her legs.
Lowri Moss: ‘Before I go any further, there’s something about the now two-time champion that I need to get off my chest. You see, James Edwards claims to respect me, but he sure has a funny way of expressing it. I mean, in the build up to tonight’s match, he scolded me, telling me wishes don’t amount to anything. The thing is though, if you watch the video I recorded just over a week ago, or the subsequent one I recorded last Thursday, you’ll see than not once did I say anything about wishes, or wishing - is he still hung up on something I said three weeks ago, prior to our match at No Escape?’
There is a shrug from Lowri.
Lowri Moss: ‘What do I know, though? He’s the one with the title in his possession, not me.’
She then leans forward, gripping the edge of the crate with her hands.
Lowri Moss: ‘He also advised me to step back from the championship picture. Well, James, you’re probably going to get your wish - after getting the better of me for the third time already this year, I doubt you’re going to have to worry about seeing me in the same ring as you again any time soon.’
Lowri glances down at the floor, before looking back up at the camera.
Lowri Moss: ‘I’m probably coming across a sore loser, aren’t I? That wasn’t my intention, even if it is easier to be magnanimous in victory than in defeat.’
She smirks.
Lowri Moss: ‘James, regardless of whether or not you genuinely do respect me, I respect you. Congratulations again on regaining the Broadcast Championship - no-one can say you haven’t earned it - and I hope you go on to have a longer reign as champion second time round.’
Lowri smiles sincerely. After a momentary pause, she then continues.
Lowri Moss: ‘Where does this loss - yet another loss - leave me though?’
She runs a hand through her hair.
Lowri Moss: ‘Goodness knows. Once again I find myself experiencing that losing feeling - something that has become all too familiar in the past few months, as I’m without a win in a UKWF ring since Faceoff, last November. I have won a couple of matches elsewhere since then, in promotions overseas, but the UKWF is my home - this is where my desire to be successful is at its greatest, although at present, nothing is going right for me.’
There is a small sigh from Lowri.
Lowri Moss: ‘The fans continue to cheer for me and chant my name, and that means so much to me, but I don’t want to be a plucky, loveable loser - it would be nice to actually win a match once every so often, and really give the fans something to cheer about.’
Lowri starts to unwrap the tape around her wrist.
Lowri Moss: ‘Something I’m doing needs to change, but I don’t know what. All I do know is that things haven’t been the same for me around here since Neal disappeared; perhaps I need to get myself a new partner.’
Lowri leaps off the crate.
Lowri Moss: ‘If you’ll please excuse me, I think I need to make a phone call.’
She then walks off, away from the attention of the camera.
Lowri Moss: ‘I’m guessing you want to know what’s going through my head right now, following the match I was just in. Well, I suppose I need to start by congratulating James Edwards on regaining the Broadcast Championship.’
Lowri crosses her legs.
Lowri Moss: ‘Before I go any further, there’s something about the now two-time champion that I need to get off my chest. You see, James Edwards claims to respect me, but he sure has a funny way of expressing it. I mean, in the build up to tonight’s match, he scolded me, telling me wishes don’t amount to anything. The thing is though, if you watch the video I recorded just over a week ago, or the subsequent one I recorded last Thursday, you’ll see than not once did I say anything about wishes, or wishing - is he still hung up on something I said three weeks ago, prior to our match at No Escape?’
There is a shrug from Lowri.
Lowri Moss: ‘What do I know, though? He’s the one with the title in his possession, not me.’
She then leans forward, gripping the edge of the crate with her hands.
Lowri Moss: ‘He also advised me to step back from the championship picture. Well, James, you’re probably going to get your wish - after getting the better of me for the third time already this year, I doubt you’re going to have to worry about seeing me in the same ring as you again any time soon.’
Lowri glances down at the floor, before looking back up at the camera.
Lowri Moss: ‘I’m probably coming across a sore loser, aren’t I? That wasn’t my intention, even if it is easier to be magnanimous in victory than in defeat.’
She smirks.
Lowri Moss: ‘James, regardless of whether or not you genuinely do respect me, I respect you. Congratulations again on regaining the Broadcast Championship - no-one can say you haven’t earned it - and I hope you go on to have a longer reign as champion second time round.’
Lowri smiles sincerely. After a momentary pause, she then continues.
Lowri Moss: ‘Where does this loss - yet another loss - leave me though?’
She runs a hand through her hair.
Lowri Moss: ‘Goodness knows. Once again I find myself experiencing that losing feeling - something that has become all too familiar in the past few months, as I’m without a win in a UKWF ring since Faceoff, last November. I have won a couple of matches elsewhere since then, in promotions overseas, but the UKWF is my home - this is where my desire to be successful is at its greatest, although at present, nothing is going right for me.’
There is a small sigh from Lowri.
Lowri Moss: ‘The fans continue to cheer for me and chant my name, and that means so much to me, but I don’t want to be a plucky, loveable loser - it would be nice to actually win a match once every so often, and really give the fans something to cheer about.’
Lowri starts to unwrap the tape around her wrist.
Lowri Moss: ‘Something I’m doing needs to change, but I don’t know what. All I do know is that things haven’t been the same for me around here since Neal disappeared; perhaps I need to get myself a new partner.’
Lowri leaps off the crate.
Lowri Moss: ‘If you’ll please excuse me, I think I need to make a phone call.’
She then walks off, away from the attention of the camera.
