Post by Claire Hawkins on Sept 19, 2021 13:58:51 GMT -5
WHAM!
Staring upwards, Claire uttered not a sound as pain pulsated throughout her back; exhaustion coloring her predominantly pale features. Unwilling to continue laying upon her back any longer than necessary, the sweat-drenched woman rolled onto her stomach and defiantly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Yet, before she could fully return to her feet a firm but gentle hand pressed downwards upon her left shoulder. Looking upwards, she met the concerned expression of her training partner and (quite possibly her only) friend; one time Action Wrestling star and WCF Tag Team Champion, Matt Draven.
"C'mon Spooky-boo, it's time to take a break. Don'cha think?"
He was right, of course. They had been running drills and practice matches for the last several hours and it had begun to show.
Neither of them could properly execute a tie-up let alone something considered more advanced or dangerous. In fact, to continue any further would prove to be disastrous and would undoubtedly place the upcoming match against CVO in peril as it only raised the risk of injury. Yet........
"A-again."
Even though she was still breathing heavily, Claire brushed her friend's hand from her shoulder and shakily rose to her feet. With an exasperated sigh, Matt once more took up the position of the standard collar and elbow tie-up. However, as she came forward for the umpteenth time, he didn't bother following through. Instead, he abruptly shoved her to the canvas once more. This time with enough force shake the exhausted woman up.
"The fuck was that for?!"
"Enough of this. We're in no condition to carry on an-"
"No! We'll be done when I say we're done!"
Create and (probably) irrational as all hell, Claire scrambled up to her feet and quickly got into his face; a face that had turned from concern to a stone mask of apathy. Quite clearly he was done dealing with the absurdity she had been putting them both through. However, she seemed unaware of that fact.
"Look, I get that you're upset 'bout a few weeks ago but....."
"But? But, what? I fuckin' came up short against some brainless burger-flipping fuck nugget that doesn't know the difference between a wrist lock and a damn waist lock, so fuckin' what? That doesn't mean we're letting up on the training. If anything we're going to start doubling down o-"
"That's it! That's just fuckin' it!"
Unable to keep himself composed any further, Matt threw his arms up into the air and shook his head in frustration as Claire glared at him in confusion as he backed away. Clearly unable to grasp what it was she had said to set him off. Which in of itself was quite the feat as he was normally quite the calmer of the two.
"What are you talking about? What's "it"?"
"This! You're literally workin' yourself to the bone an' you can't even see it. Like, what the literal fuck? You're a four-time Television Champion, one of the few that has been with Action Wrestling since year one, and you're-"
"I'm what? A talentless piece of shit that can't cut it outside of the Television Championship division? That I'm nothing more than god damn cannon fodder for those that are higher up on the card? What am I, Matt?"
With anger swiftly mounting with every snarled question, Claire once more stepped forward and into her friend's face; daring him to confirm any of what she had said. However, instead of being baited into an argument without an end, Matt merely shook his head as he back away once more.
"You're too obsessed about what people are sayin'.and ya can't even see that. We're done here. Gimme a cal once you've managed to cool your jets 'bout this, yeah?"
Without allowing her to get a word in edgewise, Matt backed away for a third time before exiting the ring altogether. With a combustible mixture of confusion and anger clouding her face, Claire watched as her (mostly her only) friend turned his back and left; leaving her nothing more than her own insecurities hanging in the air.
Without any semblance of flair or a loud ear-bleeding noise to jumpscare those viewing, the camera faded in to reveal the scene of Action Wrestling's resident Witch sitting upon the apron of an empty wrestling ring. Hunched over and clad only in her training gear, the woman they saw was a far cry from one that normally graced their screens; further yet from the one that had become the first person to hold the Action Wrestling Television Championship for a historic fourth time. Instead, there sat a woman that seemed far frailer in comparison. Evidently worn from excessive training.
"Funny isn't it? How one can go from being one of the most dominant people in the company one minute to be being called useless and obsessive the nest. I mean, it isn't something that has been unheard of in this industry by any means. Just look at Lissie Hope for example; she went from being a world title contender everywhere she went to being a depressive wreck that needed to be quote-unquote SAVED by some untrustworthy conglomerate. Though, admittedly that might not be the best example as she was once more able to claim dominance when she beat Graham Baker for the United States Championship."
"Which is good for her. The girl has seen enough shit for a while and needed the shine."
Leaning back, the crimson eyes that sat within that hauntingly pale visage kept themselves locked on her hands as she was absently opening and closing them a multitude of times before speaking once more. It wasn't until she had ceased the exercise in futility that did those fixate properly upon the camera.
"if anything that might be a better example of good things happening to those that others have deemed worthy; that have been proclaimed to the world as being talented beyond peer and that should be looked upon with favor regardless their conflicting words or thoughtless actions. Honestly, I'm quite jealous of the fact that nobody outright criticized her or anyone else that signed a contract recently as they did me when I first signed that probationary contract."
"It's pretty fucking disgusting, isn't it?"
"Yet, as disgusted as I feel about it, I would be amiss in saying that this change isn't welcomed. For now, people have an environment in which they aren't immediately eviscirated by being called talentless or having everything that they have done completely torn to shreds and dismissed as complete fucking garbage. A place where they can be freely encouraged to step up and call out so-called legends that otherwise would have talked down to them like children and dismissed them a year ago."
"It truly is magical, isn't it?"
"Yet, here I sit. The woman that literally pulled the Television Championship division from the depths of hell through sheer will and determination, a woman that managed to reach a milestone rarely thought possible here in the excessively competitive environment of Action Wrestling, and I'm still fucking talked down to and dismissed as if I were nothing more than some cheap fucking whore whom they can fuck and be done with as they please. Yet, I am the one that'll be fucking criticized for losing to a clown-like Scotty Donavon while others deemed my betters are literally fucking clowned on by literal fucking clowns."
"Does anyone other than myself see the absurdity?"
"No, of course not! Why the fuck would they? I just the shook fucking cunt that had the displeasure of finding out that Johnny Dangerously had become her stalker, that lost the Television Championship to a woman that hadn't actually experienced anything other than a pampered existence thus far in her career before being bested by some senseless backyard troglodyte. It's not like I didn't spend the last several years building a division that nobody seemed to give a fuck about. It's not like I literally fucking carried the undercard by defending the Television Championship every fucking night while those so-called main eventers did nothing but talk and maybe defend their blet once a month."
"I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of the self-centered bullshit and the "You are what I say you are" mentality that people seem to think is only reserved for me."
With anger coloring her voice and fire in her eyes, the pale horsewoman of Action Wrestly slid off of the apron; feet firmly planted upon the floor.
"I'm going to change that perception this Monday Night. I'm going to change this god-forsakenly asinine ideology of who people THINK I am and I'm going to do it at YOUR expense, little Miss CVO. You see, I couldn't give less of shit about how hard you think you are or about how many uninspiring flippant remarks you call insults you can cram into a sentence. Cause I'm bound and fucking determined to prove to the entire god damn world that I'm more than some poor fucking gatekeeper!"
"I'm Claire Hawkins and I'm one of the best fucking WRESTLERS in this god damn fucking company whether you LIKE it or NOT."
"What about you, CVO? Are you driven and determined like I am or are content on allowing "Jesus to take the wheel" every time you breathe? Hm? Are you happy with being the poor delusional cunt that can't be bothered to take hold of her fate? Are you happy with being the over-the-top and wholly generic muscle-bound badass that's been unable to contribute to any of the companies they set foot in?"
"Cause that is EXACTLY what you are, CVO."
"Every company that you have ever signed to has died faster than Raging Dead, Robbie Hope, and Derrick Vayden's career combined. You've never been able to properly make anything of yourself and you have essentially given up trying to be a legitimate competitor in favor of being one of the many idiotic trolls that love to act like they're hot shit and that love trying to get under people's skin with wholly asinine comments or pitiful so-called comebacks."
"You can take your desperate pop culture icon wannabe bullshit and you can blow it right out of your ass. I'm tired of constantly being forced to play gatekeeper to unfoundedly arrogant fucks like you and I'm going to prove that I'm through with this shit once I leave you more of a fuckin' mess than you already are!"
"I'm done being the victim of people's prejudices!"
Violently rearing back, Claire let loose that Banshees' Wail as the camera abruptly cut to black.
"Quote the WItch Forever fucking more, ya inbred pretender.".
Staring upwards, Claire uttered not a sound as pain pulsated throughout her back; exhaustion coloring her predominantly pale features. Unwilling to continue laying upon her back any longer than necessary, the sweat-drenched woman rolled onto her stomach and defiantly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. Yet, before she could fully return to her feet a firm but gentle hand pressed downwards upon her left shoulder. Looking upwards, she met the concerned expression of her training partner and (quite possibly her only) friend; one time Action Wrestling star and WCF Tag Team Champion, Matt Draven.
"C'mon Spooky-boo, it's time to take a break. Don'cha think?"
He was right, of course. They had been running drills and practice matches for the last several hours and it had begun to show.
Neither of them could properly execute a tie-up let alone something considered more advanced or dangerous. In fact, to continue any further would prove to be disastrous and would undoubtedly place the upcoming match against CVO in peril as it only raised the risk of injury. Yet........
"A-again."
Even though she was still breathing heavily, Claire brushed her friend's hand from her shoulder and shakily rose to her feet. With an exasperated sigh, Matt once more took up the position of the standard collar and elbow tie-up. However, as she came forward for the umpteenth time, he didn't bother following through. Instead, he abruptly shoved her to the canvas once more. This time with enough force shake the exhausted woman up.
"The fuck was that for?!"
"Enough of this. We're in no condition to carry on an-"
"No! We'll be done when I say we're done!"
Create and (probably) irrational as all hell, Claire scrambled up to her feet and quickly got into his face; a face that had turned from concern to a stone mask of apathy. Quite clearly he was done dealing with the absurdity she had been putting them both through. However, she seemed unaware of that fact.
"Look, I get that you're upset 'bout a few weeks ago but....."
"But? But, what? I fuckin' came up short against some brainless burger-flipping fuck nugget that doesn't know the difference between a wrist lock and a damn waist lock, so fuckin' what? That doesn't mean we're letting up on the training. If anything we're going to start doubling down o-"
"That's it! That's just fuckin' it!"
Unable to keep himself composed any further, Matt threw his arms up into the air and shook his head in frustration as Claire glared at him in confusion as he backed away. Clearly unable to grasp what it was she had said to set him off. Which in of itself was quite the feat as he was normally quite the calmer of the two.
"What are you talking about? What's "it"?"
"This! You're literally workin' yourself to the bone an' you can't even see it. Like, what the literal fuck? You're a four-time Television Champion, one of the few that has been with Action Wrestling since year one, and you're-"
"I'm what? A talentless piece of shit that can't cut it outside of the Television Championship division? That I'm nothing more than god damn cannon fodder for those that are higher up on the card? What am I, Matt?"
With anger swiftly mounting with every snarled question, Claire once more stepped forward and into her friend's face; daring him to confirm any of what she had said. However, instead of being baited into an argument without an end, Matt merely shook his head as he back away once more.
"You're too obsessed about what people are sayin'.and ya can't even see that. We're done here. Gimme a cal once you've managed to cool your jets 'bout this, yeah?"
Without allowing her to get a word in edgewise, Matt backed away for a third time before exiting the ring altogether. With a combustible mixture of confusion and anger clouding her face, Claire watched as her (mostly her only) friend turned his back and left; leaving her nothing more than her own insecurities hanging in the air.
Without any semblance of flair or a loud ear-bleeding noise to jumpscare those viewing, the camera faded in to reveal the scene of Action Wrestling's resident Witch sitting upon the apron of an empty wrestling ring. Hunched over and clad only in her training gear, the woman they saw was a far cry from one that normally graced their screens; further yet from the one that had become the first person to hold the Action Wrestling Television Championship for a historic fourth time. Instead, there sat a woman that seemed far frailer in comparison. Evidently worn from excessive training.
"Funny isn't it? How one can go from being one of the most dominant people in the company one minute to be being called useless and obsessive the nest. I mean, it isn't something that has been unheard of in this industry by any means. Just look at Lissie Hope for example; she went from being a world title contender everywhere she went to being a depressive wreck that needed to be quote-unquote SAVED by some untrustworthy conglomerate. Though, admittedly that might not be the best example as she was once more able to claim dominance when she beat Graham Baker for the United States Championship."
"Which is good for her. The girl has seen enough shit for a while and needed the shine."
Leaning back, the crimson eyes that sat within that hauntingly pale visage kept themselves locked on her hands as she was absently opening and closing them a multitude of times before speaking once more. It wasn't until she had ceased the exercise in futility that did those fixate properly upon the camera.
"if anything that might be a better example of good things happening to those that others have deemed worthy; that have been proclaimed to the world as being talented beyond peer and that should be looked upon with favor regardless their conflicting words or thoughtless actions. Honestly, I'm quite jealous of the fact that nobody outright criticized her or anyone else that signed a contract recently as they did me when I first signed that probationary contract."
"It's pretty fucking disgusting, isn't it?"
"Yet, as disgusted as I feel about it, I would be amiss in saying that this change isn't welcomed. For now, people have an environment in which they aren't immediately eviscirated by being called talentless or having everything that they have done completely torn to shreds and dismissed as complete fucking garbage. A place where they can be freely encouraged to step up and call out so-called legends that otherwise would have talked down to them like children and dismissed them a year ago."
"It truly is magical, isn't it?"
"Yet, here I sit. The woman that literally pulled the Television Championship division from the depths of hell through sheer will and determination, a woman that managed to reach a milestone rarely thought possible here in the excessively competitive environment of Action Wrestling, and I'm still fucking talked down to and dismissed as if I were nothing more than some cheap fucking whore whom they can fuck and be done with as they please. Yet, I am the one that'll be fucking criticized for losing to a clown-like Scotty Donavon while others deemed my betters are literally fucking clowned on by literal fucking clowns."
"Does anyone other than myself see the absurdity?"
"No, of course not! Why the fuck would they? I just the shook fucking cunt that had the displeasure of finding out that Johnny Dangerously had become her stalker, that lost the Television Championship to a woman that hadn't actually experienced anything other than a pampered existence thus far in her career before being bested by some senseless backyard troglodyte. It's not like I didn't spend the last several years building a division that nobody seemed to give a fuck about. It's not like I literally fucking carried the undercard by defending the Television Championship every fucking night while those so-called main eventers did nothing but talk and maybe defend their blet once a month."
"I'm fucking tired of it! I'm tired of the self-centered bullshit and the "You are what I say you are" mentality that people seem to think is only reserved for me."
With anger coloring her voice and fire in her eyes, the pale horsewoman of Action Wrestly slid off of the apron; feet firmly planted upon the floor.
"I'm going to change that perception this Monday Night. I'm going to change this god-forsakenly asinine ideology of who people THINK I am and I'm going to do it at YOUR expense, little Miss CVO. You see, I couldn't give less of shit about how hard you think you are or about how many uninspiring flippant remarks you call insults you can cram into a sentence. Cause I'm bound and fucking determined to prove to the entire god damn world that I'm more than some poor fucking gatekeeper!"
"I'm Claire Hawkins and I'm one of the best fucking WRESTLERS in this god damn fucking company whether you LIKE it or NOT."
"What about you, CVO? Are you driven and determined like I am or are content on allowing "Jesus to take the wheel" every time you breathe? Hm? Are you happy with being the poor delusional cunt that can't be bothered to take hold of her fate? Are you happy with being the over-the-top and wholly generic muscle-bound badass that's been unable to contribute to any of the companies they set foot in?"
"Cause that is EXACTLY what you are, CVO."
"Every company that you have ever signed to has died faster than Raging Dead, Robbie Hope, and Derrick Vayden's career combined. You've never been able to properly make anything of yourself and you have essentially given up trying to be a legitimate competitor in favor of being one of the many idiotic trolls that love to act like they're hot shit and that love trying to get under people's skin with wholly asinine comments or pitiful so-called comebacks."
"You can take your desperate pop culture icon wannabe bullshit and you can blow it right out of your ass. I'm tired of constantly being forced to play gatekeeper to unfoundedly arrogant fucks like you and I'm going to prove that I'm through with this shit once I leave you more of a fuckin' mess than you already are!"
"I'm done being the victim of people's prejudices!"
Violently rearing back, Claire let loose that Banshees' Wail as the camera abruptly cut to black.
"Quote the WItch Forever fucking more, ya inbred pretender.".