Post by Claire Hawkins on May 12, 2019 22:39:52 GMT -5
The scene opens up to reveal the increasingly familiar sight of a large archaic Oaken table sitting underneath a lone illumination source that seemed to burn as intensely as the encroaching darkness around it threatened to engulf it. As one might expect, the centerpiece of the simplistic display was the Action Wrestling Television Championship that sat in the center of the table. Mesmerizing friend and foe alike. However, the simplistic grandeur was offset by the inclusion of three different items; a hammer, an ornately decorated dagger, and a large burlap sack that seemed to be tightly wound around a round object within it. Before the plethora of ponderings gave rise within the mind of the viewers the rhythmic sounds of approaching footfalls were heard moments before the owner of said footfalls entered the scene.
Claire Hawkins, Action Wrestling’s resident Witch, and current Television Champion stepped into the scene without acknowledging the existence of the camera. It was clear from her demeanor alone that she meant business and naught else as she took hold of the burlap bundle. With deliberate motion, she placed the bundle on the front left corner of the table. Then, after producing a large metal spike from behind the resting Television Championship, Claire plucked the hammer from its position and proceeded to hammer the bundle down onto the table with several bone-shattering blows. After making sure that the bundle was securely in place, Claire set the hammer back down onto the table before walking around to the back of the table. Once in position, Claire turned to the camera with a self-satisfied smirk upon her face. The glittering gold of the Championship belt a sharp contrast to the black, Metal genre style of music inspired clothing she wore.
“With the events that transpired on Clash last week heavily in my favor, it would be amiss if I weren’t in a celebratory mood. Even though it had been against a man that didn’t realize the difference between North and South, the successful defense of .the Television Championship is something that I can be proud of. I actually earned the right to be champion and thus the privilege of constantly defending it at every show.”
Taking a moment to look down at the Championship before her, the viewers could sense the shift in the aura around her as she glowed with pride. That is until she looked back up into the camera; a sneer contorting the black lips of her porcelain face.
“Unlike a particular floozie that had been gifted a Championship without having EARNED the right to hold it. A particular floozie that I handily defeated at Havoc. A particular floozie that couldn’t seem to get a match for this Championship without resorting to citation of a rematch clause. A rematch clause for a Championship that is DEFENDED on a WEEKLY basis.
See the absurdity in that?
Cause I do and it just shows the sheer ignorance that my opponent carries in that empty head. An ignorance that just adds another strike against her qualification of BEING Action Wrestling’s Television Champion.
A qualification that shouldn’t exist, to begin with.
You see, since her debut here in Action Wrestling, Hazel hadn’t really faced someone that challenged her. WIth the apparent exceptions that are Bobby Rage and Jakob Lister seem to be, Baz, Nikki Vaughn, Titan Jax, Rei Maeda, Johnny Stylz, and Zara Benson aren’t what people consider a proper challenge. EVEN the misguided fool that seems to have an obsession for me isn’t considered compared to who I have had the pleasure of sharing the ring with. Only a deluded fool would try to compare those hacks to the likes of Dune, Corey Black, Camila Gonzalez, L Verez, Sam Kidsgrove, Jaice Wilds, or the current Action Wrestling World Champion Ryan Lockhart.
Fuckin’ Christ, I’m basically restating what I said last week leading up to the defense against Baz.”
With an exasperated sigh leaving her lips as she shook her head, Claire took a step away from the table and walked around to the front side where she was closer to the stationary camera. Making sure that she was facing the camera, Claire leaned against the table before running a porcelain hand through her raven dark hair. However, despite the frustration that colored her actions, a steely conviction burned within her crimson eyes as she looked into the camera.
“Heed this warning and listen well Hazel.
This isn’t going to end like you’ve been thinking. This isn’t going to end with the victory you have been obsessing about since I defeated you at Havoc. So long as you hide behind the shield of willful ignorance you will NEVER beat me.
That’s right.
You’re so horribly ignorant to the point that it poisons your mind and clouds your judgment. It isn’t arrogance that has you believing that you’re better than anyone else. It’s the ignorance you perversely refuse to overcome. People aren’t taking you seriously because they’re afraid of you. Far from it. The fact is that it takes two to tango, but your too trash to be on the dance floor.
That’s right.
I said it.
Hazel Overton is fuckin’ trash.
There isn’t any way to twist it Hazel. After all, I’ve been in the ring with you. I’ve had to carry you through the damn match just to make it seem decent. It’s because of that fact that I REFUSE to allow another half-baked pissant like you hold the Television Championship again!
There has already been enough shit that this championship has been drug through. It's time for somebody to bring some shine back to it.
Some fuckin’ PRESTIGE.
Monday Night Clash in Springfield isn’t about crushing you JUST to crush you Hazel. It’s about making the Action Wrestling Television Championship mean SOMETHING again. It’s about being a REAL champion. It’s about being the BEST on a weekly basis.
It’s about something you’ll NEVER understand.
Quote the Witch Forevermore.”
With a Banshee’s Shrill, the scene fades to black.
Claire Hawkins, Action Wrestling’s resident Witch, and current Television Champion stepped into the scene without acknowledging the existence of the camera. It was clear from her demeanor alone that she meant business and naught else as she took hold of the burlap bundle. With deliberate motion, she placed the bundle on the front left corner of the table. Then, after producing a large metal spike from behind the resting Television Championship, Claire plucked the hammer from its position and proceeded to hammer the bundle down onto the table with several bone-shattering blows. After making sure that the bundle was securely in place, Claire set the hammer back down onto the table before walking around to the back of the table. Once in position, Claire turned to the camera with a self-satisfied smirk upon her face. The glittering gold of the Championship belt a sharp contrast to the black, Metal genre style of music inspired clothing she wore.
“With the events that transpired on Clash last week heavily in my favor, it would be amiss if I weren’t in a celebratory mood. Even though it had been against a man that didn’t realize the difference between North and South, the successful defense of .the Television Championship is something that I can be proud of. I actually earned the right to be champion and thus the privilege of constantly defending it at every show.”
Taking a moment to look down at the Championship before her, the viewers could sense the shift in the aura around her as she glowed with pride. That is until she looked back up into the camera; a sneer contorting the black lips of her porcelain face.
“Unlike a particular floozie that had been gifted a Championship without having EARNED the right to hold it. A particular floozie that I handily defeated at Havoc. A particular floozie that couldn’t seem to get a match for this Championship without resorting to citation of a rematch clause. A rematch clause for a Championship that is DEFENDED on a WEEKLY basis.
See the absurdity in that?
Cause I do and it just shows the sheer ignorance that my opponent carries in that empty head. An ignorance that just adds another strike against her qualification of BEING Action Wrestling’s Television Champion.
A qualification that shouldn’t exist, to begin with.
You see, since her debut here in Action Wrestling, Hazel hadn’t really faced someone that challenged her. WIth the apparent exceptions that are Bobby Rage and Jakob Lister seem to be, Baz, Nikki Vaughn, Titan Jax, Rei Maeda, Johnny Stylz, and Zara Benson aren’t what people consider a proper challenge. EVEN the misguided fool that seems to have an obsession for me isn’t considered compared to who I have had the pleasure of sharing the ring with. Only a deluded fool would try to compare those hacks to the likes of Dune, Corey Black, Camila Gonzalez, L Verez, Sam Kidsgrove, Jaice Wilds, or the current Action Wrestling World Champion Ryan Lockhart.
Fuckin’ Christ, I’m basically restating what I said last week leading up to the defense against Baz.”
With an exasperated sigh leaving her lips as she shook her head, Claire took a step away from the table and walked around to the front side where she was closer to the stationary camera. Making sure that she was facing the camera, Claire leaned against the table before running a porcelain hand through her raven dark hair. However, despite the frustration that colored her actions, a steely conviction burned within her crimson eyes as she looked into the camera.
“Heed this warning and listen well Hazel.
This isn’t going to end like you’ve been thinking. This isn’t going to end with the victory you have been obsessing about since I defeated you at Havoc. So long as you hide behind the shield of willful ignorance you will NEVER beat me.
That’s right.
You’re so horribly ignorant to the point that it poisons your mind and clouds your judgment. It isn’t arrogance that has you believing that you’re better than anyone else. It’s the ignorance you perversely refuse to overcome. People aren’t taking you seriously because they’re afraid of you. Far from it. The fact is that it takes two to tango, but your too trash to be on the dance floor.
That’s right.
I said it.
Hazel Overton is fuckin’ trash.
There isn’t any way to twist it Hazel. After all, I’ve been in the ring with you. I’ve had to carry you through the damn match just to make it seem decent. It’s because of that fact that I REFUSE to allow another half-baked pissant like you hold the Television Championship again!
There has already been enough shit that this championship has been drug through. It's time for somebody to bring some shine back to it.
Some fuckin’ PRESTIGE.
Monday Night Clash in Springfield isn’t about crushing you JUST to crush you Hazel. It’s about making the Action Wrestling Television Championship mean SOMETHING again. It’s about being a REAL champion. It’s about being the BEST on a weekly basis.
It’s about something you’ll NEVER understand.
Quote the Witch Forevermore.”
With a Banshee’s Shrill, the scene fades to black.