Post by Hazel Overton on May 4, 2019 21:58:03 GMT -5
The following contains strong language.
A dark cloud hangs over the head of Hazel Overton as she stands in front of a mirror in a dimly lit bathroom. The location of this bathroom has yet to be revealed as her head is pointed downwards toward the sink. A puddle of water is sitting inside the porcelain sink as her hands grip the each side of the sink.
~ Hazel ~
Twenty days! Twenty fucking days!
That number seems to have significant meaning as she continues to blurt it out with no one around to actually hear it. Her knuckles are slowly turning purple as her best friend Ashley Fairchild steps into the bathroom from out of the shadows.
~ Ashley ~
Hazel, you have got to snap out of this shit. It's not good for you.
Ashley tries everything she could think of to budge Hazel away from the sink. Hazel maintains a very tight grip as Ashley steps back out of the room. A dark room suddenly comes into view as Ashley is standing just outside of the lit area. Her hand is holding a glowing device as she presses it up next to her cheek.
~ Ashley ~
Its me.
A very still voice echoes through Ashley's ear as her head bobs up and down with the instructions being given to her by the anonymous voice.
~ Ashley ~
You think this will work.......okay.......you know her best......see you soon.
Ashley hangs up while letting out a very deep breath. She looks back into the dimly lit room where Hazel has yet to move. Ashley sighs deeply while beginning to pace back and forth. Meanwhile, Hazel is continuing to remain in this trance state as her mind decides to go elsewhere.
Off Camera
Dream sequence
Dream sequence
Inside Hazel's mind, she is lying on the west coast with her chest rubbing against a soft beach towel as her girlfriend is softly massaging her back. Hazel seems to be relaxed thanks to the soft hands of her girlfriend. A smile forms across her lips as her hands are folded underneath her skull.
~ Girlfriend ~
Is this helping you relax babe?
Hazel chuckles.
~ Hazel ~
When I am with you, I am always relaxed.
Her girlfriend smiles as she continues to softly run her hands along Hazel's back. Hazel grunts quietly as her girlfriend finds a very tight spot near Hazel's right shoulder blade.
~ Girlfriend ~
You are very tight right here.
Hazel just grunts as she opens one eye up.
~ Hazel ~
Im sure I'm tight everywhere.
She teased as her girlfriend just laughs. She continues to work on Hazel.
Back to present
Hazel seems to still be in the same trance when the sound of heels smack down on top of the marble flooring. Ashley re-emerges in the room followed by another woman who appears to be much older than both girls. Her brunette hair seems to be in a curly state as she places her hands around Hazel's arms. The brunette violently turns Hazel around and looks right into the cold, dark eyes that have taken control over Hazel.
~ Candy ~
Hazel Overton, wake your ass up. You have work that needs to be done and no time for you to feel sorry about yourself.
Hazel doesn't respond right away as her older sister Candy Overton looks at Ashley.
~ Candy ~
I can see why this is pissing you off but I don't have time to wait.
Upon turning back towards her baby sister, Candy strikes with a hard backhand across Hazel's jaw. The force of the blow knocks Hazel off balance as she rubs her jaw. She narrows her eyes on her sister.
~ Hazel ~
What the fuck Candy?
Candy places her hands on her hips.
~ Candy ~
Don't go getting pissy with me Hazel. Your friend was worried that you were experiencing a mental breakdown. I was just trying to knock some sense back into you.
Hazel glares at her sister and best friend.
~ Hazel ~
I wasn't having a mental breakdown. I'm trying to understand the logic behind those who think I should be the one who plays welcome wagon to two washed up losers from a defunct federation that has no business of being in the ring with someone who can break their spirit without even throwing a single punch. I should be getting my rematch against that stupid fuck Claire Hawkins for MY television championship. Instead, they give a worthless toad a shot who couldn't even beat me. How is that fair? How does a guy who has lost every match since his debut get a title shot before me? Where is the logic in that bullshit?
Hazel steps out of the dimly lit bathroom as her sister and best friend follow her. Hazel moves briskly across the marble floor as her footsteps are so light you barely hear them touch. Candy and Ashley are looking at each other as Hazel's hand touches a door knob. Confusion fills the air as no lights shine underneath the door. Hazel smirks as she twists the knob and opens the door. Another room appears with candles providing the only light source in the room. A round table sits in the center as Hazel reaches into a cardboard box that sits on top of the table.
Hazel's hand comes out of the box holding a poster of Claire Hawkins with her eyes cut out. Hazel's facial expression changes from sadness to that of a woman possessed.
~ Hazel ~
No one fully understands what has transpired after Havoc. The entire world didn't want to see me succeed. They were behind a failed woman who finally cashed in her title hopes. She promised to bring it back to the land of the living. How can she do that when her real challenge has begun? Before I can even get close to getting what I rightfully deserve. I will be the vessel that Torture has chosen to welcome Jakob Lister and Johnny Stylez to Action Wrestling.
I have heard the rumblings. You two shitbags must have been something special over in that one place that couldn't quite handle talent. So you all jumped ship right over here. What? Did you two expect to be given some red carpet treatment? I don't see anything that screams threat in either of you. You are both big men who are walking right into a giant hornet's nest. I am that hornet. I don't give two fucks what you did outside of A Dub. This is my match to showcase why I am a former television champion. There was a reason Camila chose me. Out of all the scum that lines the hallway, I was the one she looked to bring that championship out of the depths of despair. Unfortunately, that has to wait since an undeserving prick has what belongs to me.
Hazel crumbles up the poster of Claire and tosses it into a metal can. He pulls out a poster of Jakob Lister.
~ Hazel ~
Holy fucking shit. This is guy could double as the unrecognized twin of Sloth from The Goonies. He is so fucking ugly that I bet the doctor slapped his mother when he was born and the nurse dick kicked his father. I'm supposed to be afraid of this turd. Give me a fucking break. I've taken shits that looked better than him. Jakob may be walking in with the best reputation in WCF but that was in WCF. He's so called reputation means shit in this match. Why? Because he is getting a very pissed off Hazel Overton. Do you know what happens when I'm pissed off? Heads end up in the cheap seats with their teeth falling like snowflakes onto all the poor saps who pay to see you get slaughtered. Jakob, I wouldn't try any stupid remarks unless you want your tongue draped over the ring ropes.
Twenty fucking days is all I have to my damn name. I should have held that tv championship longer. Don't worry, I will get it back. Even if I have to slice and dice two nobodies from a shithole. You are walking into my TURF. You'll come to find out that I don't play nice. I'm downright nasty. That's the reason I'm called THE BITCH of Professional Wrestling. I don't give a fuck about anyone unless I said so. Johnny Stylez will find himself in the same boat.
Johnny and Jakob are going to hate me. I don't care. They can hate me. They can despise me. I don't care. I will crush you two. I will demolish you. I will do everything within my power to leave you two in a pool of your own blood. Claire Hawkins had better watch carefully because The Bitch is coming for the witch. As for the two fucktards, I'm going to leave you both IN A HAZE and wishing you stayed away.