Post by Tempest Razum on May 10, 2019 22:58:41 GMT -5
Tempest Razum RP
TV TITLE MATCH
WCF ENDGAME
-------------------------
In the year 953, a small forgotten town in the Russian Diomede Island saw the birth of a baby girl, who would one day become the WCF Television Champion. In the humble town of Ostrov, there were no paved roads, just one long dirt path that connected one neighborhood to the next, and young Tempest would walk to school barefooted. One day, on the way back home, she is approached by twin classmates.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Hello Teddi. Hello Dotti.”
DOROTHEA:
“I see you without a care in the world. Your feet are black from all that walking, you must have more calluses than a horse’s hoof.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well, it ain’t no modelin’ contest, sweetie. And it ain’t no minglin’ either.”
THEODORA:
“With everything that people say about you, you just continue to show up every day. I don’t know if you’re admirable or pitiful.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“I don’t care about people. I don’t want or need anyone’s admiration or pity.”
THEODORA:
“You’re not fooling anyone, Tempest.”
DOROTHEA:
“You are always making firewood out the trees that people chop you down from.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Of course, Dotti. At the end, we all die… But the greater good is the ultimate goal. After we die, it is what we love that we leave behind and reproduces, carrying your legacy to Infinity. To me, what I love most is the art of pugilism. I carry the yearn of our savage ancestors in my blood, it runs through my veins. Whenever I hear that arbitrator shout the word FIGHT, my body cannot resist the desire to explode! I have to express what runs through my primal desires!”
THEODORA:
“Oh, Tempest… You’re so odd… But your name is even more odd.”
DOROTHEA:
“Yeah… Why did your parents give you that name?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“My mom named me because of the fierce Nature of the night she gave birth to me. And of course to my fucking luck! Not only did I inherit the name, I also must have inherited all the damn demons of that night because my luck has been shit!”
Tempest laughs after that statement and the twins join her in laughter.
THEODORA:
“Well, if your mom is anything like ours you really are fucked. Where are your parents from?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well, my birth mother is from here in the shores. But my father is from the inlands across the sea… Russia… My birth mother died shortly after I was born. But my father moved on, and now he is with that bitch Carmen. And let me tell you, what a horrible step mother Carmen has turned out to be! Every thing I do bothers her and she’s always yelling at me over bullshit. All I want to do is Combat Sports. I don’t know why that bothers her. Why is she like that with me? I don’t fuck with her so why does she fuck with me? You know?”
THEODORA:
“Haha! Well it sounds like you won the yearly town pool with that woman!”
DOROTHEA:
“Tell me something, Tempest… Since you like the fights so much, who is your favorite fighter?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“My favorite pugilist is Draven ‘The Wolf’ McCarty!”
Tempest’s face lights up when she says this name and she smiles up at the sky as if visualzing him in the middle of a match. She looks down as if pummeled by reality and lets out a sigh.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“But you know what Carmen tells me? That I will never learn to fight! That I will never be the weekly champion! Can you imagine?!”
DOROTHEA:
“What a bitch.”
THEODORA:
“But you haven’t heard about the upcoming Juniorweight Tournament?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Yes! I would love to participate, but it is at the same time as school. I want to be part of it, but I’m so scared. I get butterflies in my stomach just knowing it will change my life!”
DOROTHEA:
“Oooh, Tempest! But if your stepmum finds out she’ll kill you!”
THEODORA:
“What are you gonna do?!”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well… Now that I’m thinking about it… I’m gonna wear a mask and enter any way!”
The twins begin giggling with excitement and Tempest jimps from being so happy, causing her own set of twins to jiggle with excitement as well.
The day of the Juniorweight Tournament, Tempest did not go to school as she normally would. She went to the Combat Pit and fought under the guise of a devil’s mask. The competition was unrelenting, but Tempest easily bested the best of the best. When the tournament had ended, Tempest snuck back to her village, where she was greet by the Twins.
THEODORA:
“Holy shit! I couldn’t believe that was you out there! You were phenomenal!”
DOROTHEA:
“You have got to pursue this as a career! Here in Ostrov there isn’t another single person who can outwrestle you!”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“I won the whole fucking thing! My God what excitement! But damn, now I’m nervous. I bet they already found out at home. And that bitch Carmen must already be waiting for me at the door.”
Tempest heads home and sneaks in through the back door. But surely enough, her step mother is waiting for her in the kitchen area.
CARMEN:
“Soooo… You decided not to go handle your education and instead you went to waste your time risking your life at the fights? Wait until your father gets home. I am gonig to tell him everything so that he may put you in your place! Did you really think you’d get away with this? You know damn well he is not going to tolerate any of this. You have to RESPECT THE RULES OF THIS HOUSE!!”
With that last shout, Tempest’s father walks in through the front door. Tired from work, he looks at Carmen, who whispers a malicious commant to him, making him want to stomp his way toward the already cowering Tempest Razum.
FATHER RAZUM:
“Look here, Tempest! In this hosue there are rules you need to follow. You cannot run off and skip school, doing whatever you please without asking me first. You know I’m the one who decides what is good for you! So the next time you want to go off to the fights, you better tell me! Because I will take you there myself.”
Tempest jumps with glee and her step mother storms off to the bedroom with anger.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Thank you father! Thank you! Look, next week there is another tournament in the next town, and-- and-- I also wanted to fight in the Weekly Championships here!”
FATHER RAZUM:
“As long as you do well in school, I’ll allow it.”
Just as her father allowed, Tempest went on to headline more tournaments. She ended up winning the Weekly Championship, which was to be defended every single Monday night. All while attending school and acing all of her tests. She eventually earns the one and only title that her father wanted her to earn… That of a professional craftswoman. She arrives at home after her graduation ceremony and hands her father the certificate.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Here, father… I made it. I hope you are proud of me… But… I am not going to be a crafter, because what I enjoy is beating people up. My profession will be wrestling!”
FATHER RAZUM:
“You received your certification, my dear. You have made me proud. But tell me this… Do you really want to be a wrestler? Do you want to be a fighter? Well, if that’s the case then you had better get married! That whole part about you leaving the house at night to wrestle with men without having someone to make an honest woman out of you is not going to fly with me! I don’t want the whole town talking shit about you or this family!”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Well… If that’s the way it has to be, then I have no problem. I don’t want anyone saying anything about me either, especially if it will hurt you.”
And just the same way her father intended, Tempest meets a man named Matthew, and after months of courtship, Matthew asks for her father’s blessing. Tempest marries Matthew and she is finally free to practice the art she loves without bounds. Matthew becomes her manager and begins giving her ideas.
MATTHEW:
“My love! You are going ot be part of the biggest female tag team that Diomede has ever seen! And we will be called ‘Matt’s Ravens’! I already have everything set up and we will not fail. The greatness that awaits us is huge, baby!”
TEMPEST:
“Matt’s Ravens? But how come, Matthew? I thought it was just going to be you and me? Why do we need a second girl?”
MATTHEW:
“You’re new, Tempest. We need a complement! I know the three of us will make things work just fine! Besides, I already have an agreement at the Cages for Sunday Nights They’re looking for something new and different! I just know that a tag team in which the manager is a man, and the fighters are both girls, will draw a lot of expectators! It’s going to be a huge success! You’ll see. But hey, I gotta go now… I’ll see you tonight, my dear.”
Tempest hesitantly agrees, but something does not feel right. One night, during one of her many successful matches, Tempest notices that Matthew keeps snickering and flirting with her new tag partner, making it difficult to tag her in. Tempest wins the match alone and later in the locker room, she is trying to give Matthew the silent treatment but is not successful, as Matthew gets quickly under her skin.
MATTHEW:
“Baby, I gotta do something real quick. I’m gonna see you at home.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“No. I’ll wait for you here in the changing rooms. We’re going home together.”
MATTHEW:
“Not necessary. See, I have to go speak with the guys down the road. I need to see how they are holding their matches. You know we have to innovate so that we don’t fall behind. So don’t make that face at me, baby, you know it’s for us. I’ll see you at home.”
Tempest pouts and heads out of the changing room, but remains just outside the door trying to listen to whatever Matthew says to the tag partner.
MATTHEW:
“I’m going to the pub, Noa… You wanna come with me?”
NOA:
“I always want to come with you…”
Tempest storms back into the dressing room with a stomp, throwing things around and slamming her hand over counters. Noa quickly slides away and seemingly disappears behind the hung up outfits.
TEMPEST:
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! How the fuck dare you?! Huh?! Why the fuck did you ever marry me if you don’t even have feelings?! What were you thinking? Huh?! With her? You couldn’t find another girl?! IT HAD TO BE WITH HER? What a fucking dumb ass I am! How did I get into this? But what do you think? You think I’m gonna forgive this shit?!”
MATTHEW:
“You’re out of your fucking mind! You can go to hell if that’s what you want to believe! It is not what you think!”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Ah, so you think I ddin’t see you! All night, giving her the winks and shit! And then you want to invite her to that fucking pub where the whores are?! How long have you been fucking this slut?! You lying bastard!”
MATTHEW:
“You think you have any right to yell at me? Fuck you! You can eat shit and die for all I care! As a matter of fact, I don’t need you to make this work! I don’t need you in my life, OR in this tag team! I’m gonna go and become successful with Noa, and you go do whatever the fuck you want.”
Tempest Razum crosses her arms now and smirks. Matthew freezes when he notices that Noa now steps out from behind Tempest. Noa smirks and Matthew looks confused.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, Matt! I am destined to become the Week-in and Week-out champion of the expectators! You believed that you were using me for your own personal gain, but I was the one who was using YOU for the sole purpose of escaping my parents’ domestic dictatorship. Yes, I may be a Tag Teamer but it will never be in your terms. I was the one who scouted out Noa Kanon and I told her about everything she needed to do, but you… You decided to make this into the fucking Matt’s Ravens show… That is just not going to work… You will see… I will come out on top, and my infinite life force will reproduce and bring a new life to what we today know as the Weekly Championships… I foresee a worldwide phenomenon and everyone will witness the Championship that is defended on a weekly basis for Monday Nights, in the form of a Golden Belt beautifully strapped around my waist! And I don’t give a shit if it is you, or Draven ‘the Wolf’ McCarty himself! I will show you, and everyone else on this fucking planet just what the Wrath of Razum is capable of!”
Snakes burst through the floor underneath Matthew and they begin to wrap themselves up and around his legs. The snakes tightly wrap themselves around the legs of Matthew. They take over his entire body and continue to squeeze the life out of him. Matthew’s covered body falls, and the snakes now release him, leaving behind a dry skeleton for some odd reason.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Nobody tempts the wrath of Razum… Nobody tempts the Temptress… Now that I’ve found myself through the help of the Xanadu Circle, I do not need anyone. Not Matthew, not my father, and most certainly not that bitch Carmen.”
Fast forward to present day, and we see a 360 rotation of Tempest Razum standing in the middle of a WCF ring, holding the Television Championship high above her head, with her foot over the chest of the previous champion. Tempest’s voice is heard over the footage, disconnected from our visual.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I am the champion of the weekly shows and I will continue to surpass all expectations and overcome all obstacles put in front of me. This Television Championship was my destiny to hold and it remains my destiny to continue holding it wherever I go. I showed the world what it meant to be champion and I will do it again. Too bad WCF is closing down, and I will not get the chance of imposing the longest Television Title reign in the history of this fucking business. I came too far and waited too long to obtain my moment, and I will GOD DAMNED if I allow anyone of you little shits to take this away from me. The Wrath of Razum will be in full effect at WCF’s Endgame, and you…. YOUUUU…. WILL NO LONGER EXIST!!!”
Indeed, she cemented herself as the unmatched pugilist she once was, and just as she had prophesied, bringing notoriety to the Championship That is to be defended weekly. Her childhood friends have become part of her army of Nameless hags. Tempest Razum has hit an all-time high, and the challenges that await her are no threat to her, for she is most certain that there is nothing new under the sun… For the Television Temptress... Of The WCF.
TV TITLE MATCH
WCF ENDGAME
-------------------------
In the year 953, a small forgotten town in the Russian Diomede Island saw the birth of a baby girl, who would one day become the WCF Television Champion. In the humble town of Ostrov, there were no paved roads, just one long dirt path that connected one neighborhood to the next, and young Tempest would walk to school barefooted. One day, on the way back home, she is approached by twin classmates.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Hello Teddi. Hello Dotti.”
DOROTHEA:
“I see you without a care in the world. Your feet are black from all that walking, you must have more calluses than a horse’s hoof.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well, it ain’t no modelin’ contest, sweetie. And it ain’t no minglin’ either.”
THEODORA:
“With everything that people say about you, you just continue to show up every day. I don’t know if you’re admirable or pitiful.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“I don’t care about people. I don’t want or need anyone’s admiration or pity.”
THEODORA:
“You’re not fooling anyone, Tempest.”
DOROTHEA:
“You are always making firewood out the trees that people chop you down from.”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Of course, Dotti. At the end, we all die… But the greater good is the ultimate goal. After we die, it is what we love that we leave behind and reproduces, carrying your legacy to Infinity. To me, what I love most is the art of pugilism. I carry the yearn of our savage ancestors in my blood, it runs through my veins. Whenever I hear that arbitrator shout the word FIGHT, my body cannot resist the desire to explode! I have to express what runs through my primal desires!”
THEODORA:
“Oh, Tempest… You’re so odd… But your name is even more odd.”
DOROTHEA:
“Yeah… Why did your parents give you that name?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“My mom named me because of the fierce Nature of the night she gave birth to me. And of course to my fucking luck! Not only did I inherit the name, I also must have inherited all the damn demons of that night because my luck has been shit!”
Tempest laughs after that statement and the twins join her in laughter.
THEODORA:
“Well, if your mom is anything like ours you really are fucked. Where are your parents from?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well, my birth mother is from here in the shores. But my father is from the inlands across the sea… Russia… My birth mother died shortly after I was born. But my father moved on, and now he is with that bitch Carmen. And let me tell you, what a horrible step mother Carmen has turned out to be! Every thing I do bothers her and she’s always yelling at me over bullshit. All I want to do is Combat Sports. I don’t know why that bothers her. Why is she like that with me? I don’t fuck with her so why does she fuck with me? You know?”
THEODORA:
“Haha! Well it sounds like you won the yearly town pool with that woman!”
DOROTHEA:
“Tell me something, Tempest… Since you like the fights so much, who is your favorite fighter?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“My favorite pugilist is Draven ‘The Wolf’ McCarty!”
Tempest’s face lights up when she says this name and she smiles up at the sky as if visualzing him in the middle of a match. She looks down as if pummeled by reality and lets out a sigh.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“But you know what Carmen tells me? That I will never learn to fight! That I will never be the weekly champion! Can you imagine?!”
DOROTHEA:
“What a bitch.”
THEODORA:
“But you haven’t heard about the upcoming Juniorweight Tournament?”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Yes! I would love to participate, but it is at the same time as school. I want to be part of it, but I’m so scared. I get butterflies in my stomach just knowing it will change my life!”
DOROTHEA:
“Oooh, Tempest! But if your stepmum finds out she’ll kill you!”
THEODORA:
“What are you gonna do?!”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Well… Now that I’m thinking about it… I’m gonna wear a mask and enter any way!”
The twins begin giggling with excitement and Tempest jimps from being so happy, causing her own set of twins to jiggle with excitement as well.
The day of the Juniorweight Tournament, Tempest did not go to school as she normally would. She went to the Combat Pit and fought under the guise of a devil’s mask. The competition was unrelenting, but Tempest easily bested the best of the best. When the tournament had ended, Tempest snuck back to her village, where she was greet by the Twins.
THEODORA:
“Holy shit! I couldn’t believe that was you out there! You were phenomenal!”
DOROTHEA:
“You have got to pursue this as a career! Here in Ostrov there isn’t another single person who can outwrestle you!”
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“I won the whole fucking thing! My God what excitement! But damn, now I’m nervous. I bet they already found out at home. And that bitch Carmen must already be waiting for me at the door.”
Tempest heads home and sneaks in through the back door. But surely enough, her step mother is waiting for her in the kitchen area.
CARMEN:
“Soooo… You decided not to go handle your education and instead you went to waste your time risking your life at the fights? Wait until your father gets home. I am gonig to tell him everything so that he may put you in your place! Did you really think you’d get away with this? You know damn well he is not going to tolerate any of this. You have to RESPECT THE RULES OF THIS HOUSE!!”
With that last shout, Tempest’s father walks in through the front door. Tired from work, he looks at Carmen, who whispers a malicious commant to him, making him want to stomp his way toward the already cowering Tempest Razum.
FATHER RAZUM:
“Look here, Tempest! In this hosue there are rules you need to follow. You cannot run off and skip school, doing whatever you please without asking me first. You know I’m the one who decides what is good for you! So the next time you want to go off to the fights, you better tell me! Because I will take you there myself.”
Tempest jumps with glee and her step mother storms off to the bedroom with anger.
YOUNG TEMPEST:
“Thank you father! Thank you! Look, next week there is another tournament in the next town, and-- and-- I also wanted to fight in the Weekly Championships here!”
FATHER RAZUM:
“As long as you do well in school, I’ll allow it.”
Just as her father allowed, Tempest went on to headline more tournaments. She ended up winning the Weekly Championship, which was to be defended every single Monday night. All while attending school and acing all of her tests. She eventually earns the one and only title that her father wanted her to earn… That of a professional craftswoman. She arrives at home after her graduation ceremony and hands her father the certificate.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Here, father… I made it. I hope you are proud of me… But… I am not going to be a crafter, because what I enjoy is beating people up. My profession will be wrestling!”
FATHER RAZUM:
“You received your certification, my dear. You have made me proud. But tell me this… Do you really want to be a wrestler? Do you want to be a fighter? Well, if that’s the case then you had better get married! That whole part about you leaving the house at night to wrestle with men without having someone to make an honest woman out of you is not going to fly with me! I don’t want the whole town talking shit about you or this family!”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Well… If that’s the way it has to be, then I have no problem. I don’t want anyone saying anything about me either, especially if it will hurt you.”
And just the same way her father intended, Tempest meets a man named Matthew, and after months of courtship, Matthew asks for her father’s blessing. Tempest marries Matthew and she is finally free to practice the art she loves without bounds. Matthew becomes her manager and begins giving her ideas.
MATTHEW:
“My love! You are going ot be part of the biggest female tag team that Diomede has ever seen! And we will be called ‘Matt’s Ravens’! I already have everything set up and we will not fail. The greatness that awaits us is huge, baby!”
TEMPEST:
“Matt’s Ravens? But how come, Matthew? I thought it was just going to be you and me? Why do we need a second girl?”
MATTHEW:
“You’re new, Tempest. We need a complement! I know the three of us will make things work just fine! Besides, I already have an agreement at the Cages for Sunday Nights They’re looking for something new and different! I just know that a tag team in which the manager is a man, and the fighters are both girls, will draw a lot of expectators! It’s going to be a huge success! You’ll see. But hey, I gotta go now… I’ll see you tonight, my dear.”
Tempest hesitantly agrees, but something does not feel right. One night, during one of her many successful matches, Tempest notices that Matthew keeps snickering and flirting with her new tag partner, making it difficult to tag her in. Tempest wins the match alone and later in the locker room, she is trying to give Matthew the silent treatment but is not successful, as Matthew gets quickly under her skin.
MATTHEW:
“Baby, I gotta do something real quick. I’m gonna see you at home.”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“No. I’ll wait for you here in the changing rooms. We’re going home together.”
MATTHEW:
“Not necessary. See, I have to go speak with the guys down the road. I need to see how they are holding their matches. You know we have to innovate so that we don’t fall behind. So don’t make that face at me, baby, you know it’s for us. I’ll see you at home.”
Tempest pouts and heads out of the changing room, but remains just outside the door trying to listen to whatever Matthew says to the tag partner.
MATTHEW:
“I’m going to the pub, Noa… You wanna come with me?”
NOA:
“I always want to come with you…”
Tempest storms back into the dressing room with a stomp, throwing things around and slamming her hand over counters. Noa quickly slides away and seemingly disappears behind the hung up outfits.
TEMPEST:
“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!! How the fuck dare you?! Huh?! Why the fuck did you ever marry me if you don’t even have feelings?! What were you thinking? Huh?! With her? You couldn’t find another girl?! IT HAD TO BE WITH HER? What a fucking dumb ass I am! How did I get into this? But what do you think? You think I’m gonna forgive this shit?!”
MATTHEW:
“You’re out of your fucking mind! You can go to hell if that’s what you want to believe! It is not what you think!”
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Ah, so you think I ddin’t see you! All night, giving her the winks and shit! And then you want to invite her to that fucking pub where the whores are?! How long have you been fucking this slut?! You lying bastard!”
MATTHEW:
“You think you have any right to yell at me? Fuck you! You can eat shit and die for all I care! As a matter of fact, I don’t need you to make this work! I don’t need you in my life, OR in this tag team! I’m gonna go and become successful with Noa, and you go do whatever the fuck you want.”
Tempest Razum crosses her arms now and smirks. Matthew freezes when he notices that Noa now steps out from behind Tempest. Noa smirks and Matthew looks confused.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, Matt! I am destined to become the Week-in and Week-out champion of the expectators! You believed that you were using me for your own personal gain, but I was the one who was using YOU for the sole purpose of escaping my parents’ domestic dictatorship. Yes, I may be a Tag Teamer but it will never be in your terms. I was the one who scouted out Noa Kanon and I told her about everything she needed to do, but you… You decided to make this into the fucking Matt’s Ravens show… That is just not going to work… You will see… I will come out on top, and my infinite life force will reproduce and bring a new life to what we today know as the Weekly Championships… I foresee a worldwide phenomenon and everyone will witness the Championship that is defended on a weekly basis for Monday Nights, in the form of a Golden Belt beautifully strapped around my waist! And I don’t give a shit if it is you, or Draven ‘the Wolf’ McCarty himself! I will show you, and everyone else on this fucking planet just what the Wrath of Razum is capable of!”
Snakes burst through the floor underneath Matthew and they begin to wrap themselves up and around his legs. The snakes tightly wrap themselves around the legs of Matthew. They take over his entire body and continue to squeeze the life out of him. Matthew’s covered body falls, and the snakes now release him, leaving behind a dry skeleton for some odd reason.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“Nobody tempts the wrath of Razum… Nobody tempts the Temptress… Now that I’ve found myself through the help of the Xanadu Circle, I do not need anyone. Not Matthew, not my father, and most certainly not that bitch Carmen.”
Fast forward to present day, and we see a 360 rotation of Tempest Razum standing in the middle of a WCF ring, holding the Television Championship high above her head, with her foot over the chest of the previous champion. Tempest’s voice is heard over the footage, disconnected from our visual.
TEMPEST RAZUM:
“I am the champion of the weekly shows and I will continue to surpass all expectations and overcome all obstacles put in front of me. This Television Championship was my destiny to hold and it remains my destiny to continue holding it wherever I go. I showed the world what it meant to be champion and I will do it again. Too bad WCF is closing down, and I will not get the chance of imposing the longest Television Title reign in the history of this fucking business. I came too far and waited too long to obtain my moment, and I will GOD DAMNED if I allow anyone of you little shits to take this away from me. The Wrath of Razum will be in full effect at WCF’s Endgame, and you…. YOUUUU…. WILL NO LONGER EXIST!!!”
Indeed, she cemented herself as the unmatched pugilist she once was, and just as she had prophesied, bringing notoriety to the Championship That is to be defended weekly. Her childhood friends have become part of her army of Nameless hags. Tempest Razum has hit an all-time high, and the challenges that await her are no threat to her, for she is most certain that there is nothing new under the sun… For the Television Temptress... Of The WCF.
