Post by Claire Hawkins on Jan 13, 2019 23:54:56 GMT -5
Witch Hunt
Part X
To Begin Anew
Tampa Flamers Arena
Tampa Bay, FLorida
January 7th, 2019
Mary:
‘Are we sure that this is wise?’
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‘Relax Maryberry! We’re all on the same page and there isn’t nothin’ that can stop us!’
Mary:
‘Somehow, that doesn't reassure me.’
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‘It’ll be fiiiiiiiiiiine. Don’t be such a worrywart. Tell her it’ll be A-Okay Clairebear!’
Despite the constant bickering within her mind she had to admit that she felt a sense of peace as she once again walked through the corridors of the latest arena to house an Action Wrestling event. The last time she had been to an event, in an official capacity, had been back in November at the Carnage Pay Per View event. Which, as it turned out, happened to be the time where one of her two opponents for the January 14th episode of Clash had been crowned the new United States CHampion. That man being Dandy DiVito. The mere thought of exacting some retribution for her loss brought a near sinister smile to her face.
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‘Claire! Claire! Claire! Claire!’
Claire:
“THE FUCK IS IT NOW?!”
?:
‘How are we going to deal with the Dandyman and the baldB?’
Claire:
“How the fuck do you think? We’ll beat the shit out of them and beat ‘em. Fucking simple!”
?:
‘Well, duuuuuuuuuuuh, butt HOW are we gonna do it?’
Mary:
‘We’re being stared at…..’
Quickly coming to a stop, Claire swept her crimson across about the corridor and found that to be the truth. It seemed that during her time enthralled with her thoughts several people had stopped to stare at her out of curiosity. Normally she did her best to keep out of the public eye when she conversed with her other selves, but this time she had been caught red-handed and it made her feel incredibly self-conscious. Something she truly did not enjoy.
Claire:
“THE FUCK YOU FUCKTARDS LOOKING AT! GET OUTTA HERE!”
With her explosively short fuse having been lit, Claire snarled viciously at the curious onlookers! However, instead of sending them scattering like she had intended, the people around her stood stock still as if they were soldiers standing at attention. If those soldiers had surprised looks on their faces. WIth their unsatisfactory reactions only further fueling her anger, Claire inhaled deeply before letting loose one of her signature savage screams that echoed throughout the corridors of the Tampa Flamers Arena! This time she got her desired reaction as everybody that had been staring at her seemed to snap back to reality before hastily scurrying off like the vermin they were. With a sinisterly smug smile on her face, Claire began walking once more.
Claire:
“Much fucking better.”
?:
‘Well, that was rude!’
Mary:
‘Be quiet…..’
Field of the Forgotten
Witches Haven
January 11th, 2019
The scene opens up with an over the shoulder shot from behind Claire as she stands there watching the setting sun from a top of a tall wooden platform.. As the camera zooms out while pans around to the front, it is revealed that she is standing with her feet shoulder width apart and that she has her porcelain hand on her hips while a perfect replica of a guillotine stood behind her. Needless to say, she is dressed in her beloved Metal music inspired ] fashion ]. However, the most striking thing about her wasn’t her overall appearance. Instead, it was the far away look the dwelled within her crimson eyes as she looked past the camera.
Claire:
“How long has it been? How long has it been since I stood here? Since I had a match? Since Action Wrestling had something truly worth fearing?. Too long, it’s been too long.”
After voicing her musing aloud, Claire’s crimson eyes quickly focused as she fixed the camera with a sharp glare.
Claire:
“On January fourteenth, in the TD Garden arena, I make my return to in-ring action. It’s there where I shall once again show the world.that I am not somebody that should be overlooked. That I am NOT somebody that should be considered an underdog. In fact, I WILL show the world that I am a THREAT wherever I go and to whomever I face! In order to demonstrate this I have to face off against two men in a triple threat match. It is then that these two, normally competent, men shall be made examples of.”
Still keeping her crimson gaze fixated upon the camera, Claire removed her right hand from her hip and brought up so that the camera could clearly see her hand. With a snap of her fingers the pristine guillotine behind her abruptly burst into flames!
Claire:
“Anton Chase, my fellow returnee. You have made a truly grave error in accepting this match. Not only do you have to contend with a man that is desperately trying to validate his reign as United States Champion, but you also have to face me. Chase, this isn’t something you want to deal with. I’m hungrier and more driven than you could ever hope to fucking be!
Let’s face it, Chase. Those ten to fifteen years haven’t been kind to your body, why else would you change your face three separate times in the span of a single year? That’s right Chase. I’m not turning a blind eye to all that plastic surgery that you’ve had done, and you can bet your forever pathetic ass that I’m going into this match with the idea that you have that surgeon of yours on speed dial. After Monday night, you’re going to need him after I drag that ugly fuckin’ mug across the canvas before bouncing it off of every single fucking chunk of metal in that arena and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.
Of course, that’ll only be after I out wrestle in every way possible. Ya fuckin’ scrub.”
After she had finished speaking, Claire brought her left hand up and clapped both hands together loudly. As if responding to her action, the flaming guillotine began to burn brighter than before! Though the light of the flames darkened her features, Claire’s crimson eyes burning brightly.
Claire:
“Dandy, Dandy, Dandy. You’re the United States Champion, but why is it that everytime I see you you’re always so fucking desperate? Are you not proud to be the champion? Can’t you take pride in what you have managed to accomplish?
Oh wait, you can’t.
After all, you never really won that championship. No. You just happened to be the one that pinned Massaro that’s all. The fact is, I am the one that dominated the majority of that match at Carnage. I am the one that should have been champion and you know that full fucking well! The reality is that you were never truly fucking qualified to hold that championship. In fact, I'm going to PROVE it again that you aren’t!
Now I know what’s running through that braindead head of yours. You beat Corey Bull! The former Hatebringer champion! The….the….the…..the most irelevent fucking fatass that the company had at the time. Dandy, Corey hadn’t been of any importance since PW:K took his ass out last year. So that means that little “war” you had with him ultimately meant nothing.
Plus, that whole immigrant thing was just plain bad.”
With a brief rundown on the slightly history between Dandy and herself, Claire turned away from the camera and walked over to the raging blaze that she had started moments ago.
Claire:
“You see gentlemen, the two of you face not a woman at Clash. Oh no, what you face is nothing short or a natural disaster that destroy everything that either of you care about. Whether it be your wealth, health, or whatever else. I’m going to take it. I’m going to break it. I’m going to end the two of you.”
In a slow and fluid motion, she raised her left hand upon one of the flaming beams that still held. Suddenly the fiery execution device exploded in a blindingly brilliant display! Acting as if nothing had happened, Claire faced the camera once more.
Claire:
“Your ends are near. Quote the Witch forevermore!”
With an ear-piercing wail of a banshee escaping her lips, the camera abruptly became black. Clearly that was the end of the foreboding message to her opponents.
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