Post by Claire Hawkins on Jan 20, 2019 23:52:56 GMT -5
Witch Hunt
Part XI
A storm is Coming
Witches Haven
January 17th, 2019
The scene opens up with something that the most people of the United States wish they were experiencing; Perpetual summer. Of course this was not something that was maintained naturally. In fact, no one was quite sure just how it was summer like continuously through the year. Not even Claire herself could fathom a guess and she was technically considered the “keeper” of such a wondrous thing! Regardless of the mysteries of the Witches Haven, the viewers are also treated to a few other odd images.
First and foremost the scene presented to the people isn’t just that of an idyllic summer setting. It is in fact that of an idyllic summer setting of an eerily pristine lake hidden deep within an unknown forest of untold age. Was it the majestic view of the surrounding trees reflecting off of the mirror like surface of the water that commanded the full attention of the people watching or was it something else? Something sinister hidden within the trappings of the magical scene laid out before the viewer. One could only speculate from the confines of their own mind as the second odd images came into focus.
Claire Hawkins, better known as the Witch of Action Wrestling, had been walking along untouched beach that ran along one side of the mysteriously mesmerizing lake. Amongst the untamed beach she strode, deftly hopping over chunks of driftwood that had washed ashore and weaving in between the large root of the massive trees that had dared to grow too close to the lake’s edge. As she drew closer and came into focus of the camera it quickly become obvious that it was Claire that was the notable oddity in the scene. Shockenly she was not dressed not in her typically favored fashion. Clad in a pair of faded jeans and a worn Iron Maiden t-shirt it was plain to see that she was definitely in more of a relaxed state. If that were a thing for her.
As she drew closer the weather seemed to take a turn for the worse. The still wind began to blow with considerable force while the seemingly unrelenting light of the sun became hidden behind impenetrable clouds to darken the forest. Could there be a storm brewing in this magical place? As if addressing that very notion, Claire came to a stop 15 feet from the camera and turned till she was facing the lake. Planting her feet firmly together and holding her arms out to full wing span, Claire tilted her chin upwards to the dark and angry sky.
Claire:
“O SPIRITUS TELLURIS SPIRITUS ET AQUAE TE SUPPLICES EXORAMUS; UT LENIRET VOSMET!”
With a voice filled with strength and respect, Claire spoke ancient words that filled the spectator with an unearthly understanding that those words held immense power within them. Even the nature around her had seemed to heed her words as things seemed to calm. The winds ceased their quest of become gale force while the clouds above followed suit in becoming raging clouds of storm.
With the peace now restored to the magically mesmerizing area, she let out a sigh of relief as she visibly relaxed her stance. After a few moments of the subtle stillness that surrounded her, Claire turned back to the camera with a remarkably relaxed look on her face. However, she wasn’t able to hide the slight frown on her face or the slightly distant look in her crimson eyes.
Claire:
“Well, I guess it’s safe to say that last week didn’t go to plan. Not for any of us. I failed to get the win. Chase failed at being anything more then the failure that he is. And DiVito? Well, he may have picked up the victory, but he failed to defeat me as he claimed he would. Twice now we have clashed, and twice he has spirited the win from me by pinning another. It’s starting to feel like he’s afraid of me…..as he should. Because I will NOT stop until I have stripped him of the United States Championship and kicked him back to the cesspool of obscurity from which he was born.”
As she spoke the slight frown slowly built into a slight smile. So by the time she reached the end of her brief recap it was clear that she found something amusing despite how things had turned out last week during her return to Monday Night Clash. To further add to that assumption there was a small chuckle that escaped her before she was to recompose herself to continue.
Claire:
“Despite the setback of last week it seems that Action Wrestling management has seen fit to place me in a match to determine the contender for the United States Championship. The match? A triple threat. My opponents? Two men that couldn’t be on further ends of the contendership spectrum; Chris Eno and Sam Kidsgrove.”
After taking a moment to explain the current situation that she was involved in and just who she was facing this week, Claire turned away from the camera and walked the laughably short distance to the lakes edge.
Claire:
“UT DET VOBIS SPIRITUM MEUM ET FIGURA AQUARUM VOCEM MEAM VOLUNTATIS!”
Once again she spoke these words laden with power, and once again strange and wondrous things that no mortal man could perform! Moments after the echo of her commanding voice had faded, Claire turned back to the camera. Only now she stood between the camera and the lake.
Claire:
“Chris Eno, you poor dumb bastard, do you even understand the situation that you’ve been placed in? Kid, you’re a fucking body to be used and abused. It doesn’t matter how much training you have under your belt, come Monday Night you’re going to discover how truly fucking out matched you are. Cause I’m not just going to beat you down. I’m not just going to expose how much of a joke you are. In fact, I’m just going to rend your very flesh from your bones if I get the chance! Why? Simply put, you haven’t earned the right to be in this match. You’ve only competed here a total of what? Three or four times? In one instance you tapped out to Karlie Nash’s tapeworm! Who, very much like you, hasn’t earned a right to do a fuckin’ thing in this company!”
As she spoke the name of one of her opponents, the lake behind Claire began to ripple before a significant amount of water rose up from the lake’s surface. While she continued to speak the water that had risen up shaped itself into the image of the man whose name she had spoken! Not only that, but it also shaped itself into various things as she mentioned them! Eno’s loss in the battle Royale. His Victory over Apex. Even his submission defeat at the hands of Nikki Vaughn.
Claire:
“However, there is something you can do before you reach the point of no return. You can ask yourself if this match is even worth it. Is it worth the sheer amount of pain that you’ll be subjected to? Is it worth risking your future in combat sports? Is it worth putting your very LIFE on the line just for a chance at glory?”
A half-hearted chuckle of mirth escaped her lips after the last word left her lips.
Claire:
“Fuck that! I know you’re not one to think along those lines. If you were then you wouldn’t be competing here. No. Instead let me ask you this; is it worth standing in the way of what is mine? I’m not going lie to you or mince words. Chris, you are standing in my way and should you continue to do so AFTER I defeat you them I WILL not rest until everyone and everything you have ever cared for has been put to the flame. Whether it be friends, family, or the shitty little town itself. I. WILL. BURN. EVERYTHING.”
As if to put a robust emphasis on her statements the water visage of Chris Eno slowly became engulfed in a fire like shape. It wasn’t actual fire of course, but it was sending the message all the same. She wouldn’t stop. She would burn everything and not even water was going to keep his world safe. What was left of it anyway.
After several moments of silence, allowing that message of hers sink in, Claire slowly faced the liquid shape and merely stared at it. Slowly, the liquid Eno sank down back into the lake before a watery version of Sam Kidsgrove rose up in its place. Now faced with the visage of her fellow Guardian she remained silent. Eerily silent. She would remain so as she held her left arm out infront of her and spread her fingers as far as they could go.
Claire:
“Augue.”
Though she spoke not in the same commanding tone as the previous two times there was no doubt the the single word she spoke was also that of power. That was confirmed as a ball of fire suddenly shot from her outstretched hand! With a tremendous POP! The fireball connected with the liquid Kidsgrove and the small area in which it had occupied begame nothing but vapor.
Claire:
“Sam Kidsgrove……..you are EVERYTHING that I said the Guardians have become. You no longer care for anything wrestling related. The Guardians are nothing more than a brand for you to attach your halfass reputation onto. It’s something that you can come back to in order to make the money you missed out on with your flops. Rather, it’s the name you latch onto everytime you come back from a retirement.”
With a particularly potent venom dripping from her voice, Claire slowly turned to the camera. Her fiery crimson eyes burning a hole through the viewers very soul.
Claire:
“At first it was all sunshine and rainbows. You showed back up in the world of professional wrestling to reform the Guardians her in Action Wrestling. In fact, you eventually managed to sang the United States Championship from Thaddeus. However, that didn’t last long. Within a month you lost it to the very guy you won it from. Faced with that you retired once more. Only this time you showed back up at Turmoil to win this new Championship. A championship that nobody knows exists!
That’s right Sam! I said it! Nobody fucking knows it’s around! You’ve done so LITTLE with the damn thing not even Action Wrestling is willing to acknowledge you as the champion. Though that really isn’t surprising is it? You were the worst United states Champion just like you’re the worst International Champion this company will ever see.
Am I lying Sam? Am I just spouting nonsense or am I saying things that are far more accurate than you ever care to admit? Think about that while I obliterate your face into the canvas with the Black Veil. Think about that when I cover you for the three count. Think about that when I remove you from MY path to becoming the only United States CHampion worth talking about.”
As she spoke her piece about her fellow Guardian the weather had ceased is pause and had returned to becoming a storm. The wind began to blow violently as the sky darkened just before rain began to fall. However, that didn’t force Claire to tear her gaze from the camera. In fact, it didn’t seem like anything would! That is until a bolt of lightning lit up the sky!
Claire:
“The Last Guardian shall overcome the Retired Guardian. Quote the Witch Forevermore.”
With that the scene fades to black as Claire lets loose her banshee’s wail just before a loud clap of thunder drowns all other sound out.
New York, New York
January 19th, 2019
Guard:
“Excuse ma’am, can I help you?”
Claire looked at the man through eyes narrowed in suspicion. He may look like the average mall cop, but the reality was that he wasn’t anything close to human. Glamouring was something all non humans needed to blend in and this one was no different.
Claire:
“Yes actually.”
Guard:
“What is it?”
Claire:
“I need you to deliver something for me.”
Guard:
“Pardon me?”
Claire:
“Here. Give this to nobody but the Spirit.”
Without waiting for the glamoured man’s response, Claire pulled a sealed envelope from her coat and thrust it into his hands. Unable to respond due to the suddenness of the situation, the Guard could do nothing but watch her quickly exit the building through one of the revolving doors that was the entryway.
Mary:
‘Well……’
?:
‘That went swimmingly! Let’s do it again!’
Claire:
“Not on your lives…..”
Part XI
A storm is Coming
Witches Haven
January 17th, 2019
The scene opens up with something that the most people of the United States wish they were experiencing; Perpetual summer. Of course this was not something that was maintained naturally. In fact, no one was quite sure just how it was summer like continuously through the year. Not even Claire herself could fathom a guess and she was technically considered the “keeper” of such a wondrous thing! Regardless of the mysteries of the Witches Haven, the viewers are also treated to a few other odd images.
First and foremost the scene presented to the people isn’t just that of an idyllic summer setting. It is in fact that of an idyllic summer setting of an eerily pristine lake hidden deep within an unknown forest of untold age. Was it the majestic view of the surrounding trees reflecting off of the mirror like surface of the water that commanded the full attention of the people watching or was it something else? Something sinister hidden within the trappings of the magical scene laid out before the viewer. One could only speculate from the confines of their own mind as the second odd images came into focus.
Claire Hawkins, better known as the Witch of Action Wrestling, had been walking along untouched beach that ran along one side of the mysteriously mesmerizing lake. Amongst the untamed beach she strode, deftly hopping over chunks of driftwood that had washed ashore and weaving in between the large root of the massive trees that had dared to grow too close to the lake’s edge. As she drew closer and came into focus of the camera it quickly become obvious that it was Claire that was the notable oddity in the scene. Shockenly she was not dressed not in her typically favored fashion. Clad in a pair of faded jeans and a worn Iron Maiden t-shirt it was plain to see that she was definitely in more of a relaxed state. If that were a thing for her.
As she drew closer the weather seemed to take a turn for the worse. The still wind began to blow with considerable force while the seemingly unrelenting light of the sun became hidden behind impenetrable clouds to darken the forest. Could there be a storm brewing in this magical place? As if addressing that very notion, Claire came to a stop 15 feet from the camera and turned till she was facing the lake. Planting her feet firmly together and holding her arms out to full wing span, Claire tilted her chin upwards to the dark and angry sky.
Claire:
“O SPIRITUS TELLURIS SPIRITUS ET AQUAE TE SUPPLICES EXORAMUS; UT LENIRET VOSMET!”
With a voice filled with strength and respect, Claire spoke ancient words that filled the spectator with an unearthly understanding that those words held immense power within them. Even the nature around her had seemed to heed her words as things seemed to calm. The winds ceased their quest of become gale force while the clouds above followed suit in becoming raging clouds of storm.
With the peace now restored to the magically mesmerizing area, she let out a sigh of relief as she visibly relaxed her stance. After a few moments of the subtle stillness that surrounded her, Claire turned back to the camera with a remarkably relaxed look on her face. However, she wasn’t able to hide the slight frown on her face or the slightly distant look in her crimson eyes.
Claire:
“Well, I guess it’s safe to say that last week didn’t go to plan. Not for any of us. I failed to get the win. Chase failed at being anything more then the failure that he is. And DiVito? Well, he may have picked up the victory, but he failed to defeat me as he claimed he would. Twice now we have clashed, and twice he has spirited the win from me by pinning another. It’s starting to feel like he’s afraid of me…..as he should. Because I will NOT stop until I have stripped him of the United States Championship and kicked him back to the cesspool of obscurity from which he was born.”
As she spoke the slight frown slowly built into a slight smile. So by the time she reached the end of her brief recap it was clear that she found something amusing despite how things had turned out last week during her return to Monday Night Clash. To further add to that assumption there was a small chuckle that escaped her before she was to recompose herself to continue.
Claire:
“Despite the setback of last week it seems that Action Wrestling management has seen fit to place me in a match to determine the contender for the United States Championship. The match? A triple threat. My opponents? Two men that couldn’t be on further ends of the contendership spectrum; Chris Eno and Sam Kidsgrove.”
After taking a moment to explain the current situation that she was involved in and just who she was facing this week, Claire turned away from the camera and walked the laughably short distance to the lakes edge.
Claire:
“UT DET VOBIS SPIRITUM MEUM ET FIGURA AQUARUM VOCEM MEAM VOLUNTATIS!”
Once again she spoke these words laden with power, and once again strange and wondrous things that no mortal man could perform! Moments after the echo of her commanding voice had faded, Claire turned back to the camera. Only now she stood between the camera and the lake.
Claire:
“Chris Eno, you poor dumb bastard, do you even understand the situation that you’ve been placed in? Kid, you’re a fucking body to be used and abused. It doesn’t matter how much training you have under your belt, come Monday Night you’re going to discover how truly fucking out matched you are. Cause I’m not just going to beat you down. I’m not just going to expose how much of a joke you are. In fact, I’m just going to rend your very flesh from your bones if I get the chance! Why? Simply put, you haven’t earned the right to be in this match. You’ve only competed here a total of what? Three or four times? In one instance you tapped out to Karlie Nash’s tapeworm! Who, very much like you, hasn’t earned a right to do a fuckin’ thing in this company!”
As she spoke the name of one of her opponents, the lake behind Claire began to ripple before a significant amount of water rose up from the lake’s surface. While she continued to speak the water that had risen up shaped itself into the image of the man whose name she had spoken! Not only that, but it also shaped itself into various things as she mentioned them! Eno’s loss in the battle Royale. His Victory over Apex. Even his submission defeat at the hands of Nikki Vaughn.
Claire:
“However, there is something you can do before you reach the point of no return. You can ask yourself if this match is even worth it. Is it worth the sheer amount of pain that you’ll be subjected to? Is it worth risking your future in combat sports? Is it worth putting your very LIFE on the line just for a chance at glory?”
A half-hearted chuckle of mirth escaped her lips after the last word left her lips.
Claire:
“Fuck that! I know you’re not one to think along those lines. If you were then you wouldn’t be competing here. No. Instead let me ask you this; is it worth standing in the way of what is mine? I’m not going lie to you or mince words. Chris, you are standing in my way and should you continue to do so AFTER I defeat you them I WILL not rest until everyone and everything you have ever cared for has been put to the flame. Whether it be friends, family, or the shitty little town itself. I. WILL. BURN. EVERYTHING.”
As if to put a robust emphasis on her statements the water visage of Chris Eno slowly became engulfed in a fire like shape. It wasn’t actual fire of course, but it was sending the message all the same. She wouldn’t stop. She would burn everything and not even water was going to keep his world safe. What was left of it anyway.
After several moments of silence, allowing that message of hers sink in, Claire slowly faced the liquid shape and merely stared at it. Slowly, the liquid Eno sank down back into the lake before a watery version of Sam Kidsgrove rose up in its place. Now faced with the visage of her fellow Guardian she remained silent. Eerily silent. She would remain so as she held her left arm out infront of her and spread her fingers as far as they could go.
Claire:
“Augue.”
Though she spoke not in the same commanding tone as the previous two times there was no doubt the the single word she spoke was also that of power. That was confirmed as a ball of fire suddenly shot from her outstretched hand! With a tremendous POP! The fireball connected with the liquid Kidsgrove and the small area in which it had occupied begame nothing but vapor.
Claire:
“Sam Kidsgrove……..you are EVERYTHING that I said the Guardians have become. You no longer care for anything wrestling related. The Guardians are nothing more than a brand for you to attach your halfass reputation onto. It’s something that you can come back to in order to make the money you missed out on with your flops. Rather, it’s the name you latch onto everytime you come back from a retirement.”
With a particularly potent venom dripping from her voice, Claire slowly turned to the camera. Her fiery crimson eyes burning a hole through the viewers very soul.
Claire:
“At first it was all sunshine and rainbows. You showed back up in the world of professional wrestling to reform the Guardians her in Action Wrestling. In fact, you eventually managed to sang the United States Championship from Thaddeus. However, that didn’t last long. Within a month you lost it to the very guy you won it from. Faced with that you retired once more. Only this time you showed back up at Turmoil to win this new Championship. A championship that nobody knows exists!
That’s right Sam! I said it! Nobody fucking knows it’s around! You’ve done so LITTLE with the damn thing not even Action Wrestling is willing to acknowledge you as the champion. Though that really isn’t surprising is it? You were the worst United states Champion just like you’re the worst International Champion this company will ever see.
Am I lying Sam? Am I just spouting nonsense or am I saying things that are far more accurate than you ever care to admit? Think about that while I obliterate your face into the canvas with the Black Veil. Think about that when I cover you for the three count. Think about that when I remove you from MY path to becoming the only United States CHampion worth talking about.”
As she spoke her piece about her fellow Guardian the weather had ceased is pause and had returned to becoming a storm. The wind began to blow violently as the sky darkened just before rain began to fall. However, that didn’t force Claire to tear her gaze from the camera. In fact, it didn’t seem like anything would! That is until a bolt of lightning lit up the sky!
Claire:
“The Last Guardian shall overcome the Retired Guardian. Quote the Witch Forevermore.”
With that the scene fades to black as Claire lets loose her banshee’s wail just before a loud clap of thunder drowns all other sound out.
New York, New York
January 19th, 2019
Guard:
“Excuse ma’am, can I help you?”
Claire looked at the man through eyes narrowed in suspicion. He may look like the average mall cop, but the reality was that he wasn’t anything close to human. Glamouring was something all non humans needed to blend in and this one was no different.
Claire:
“Yes actually.”
Guard:
“What is it?”
Claire:
“I need you to deliver something for me.”
Guard:
“Pardon me?”
Claire:
“Here. Give this to nobody but the Spirit.”
Without waiting for the glamoured man’s response, Claire pulled a sealed envelope from her coat and thrust it into his hands. Unable to respond due to the suddenness of the situation, the Guard could do nothing but watch her quickly exit the building through one of the revolving doors that was the entryway.
Mary:
‘Well……’
?:
‘That went swimmingly! Let’s do it again!’
Claire:
“Not on your lives…..”