Post by Claire Hawkins on Feb 3, 2019 23:22:09 GMT -5
Witch Hunt
Part XIII
Simple and Honest
Madison Square Garden
New York, New York
January 27th 2019
The scene opens to reveal that Jenna Bauer, Action Wrestling’s interviewer extraordinaire, is standing in front of a special backdrop that had been created for the Action Wrestling event; Revolution II: War Games. Dressed to impress as always, Jenna dazzled the camera with her extraordinary smile as she awaited her intended target for her interview. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long as that very person stepped into the camera shot; The Witch herself, Claire Hawkins. Doing her best to remain as professional as humanly possible, Jenna waited for Claire to recover a little bit before commencing with the Action Wrestling.com exclusive. Judging from her appearance, it was quite clear that this was hot off the heels of the victory over Ace Dillinger.
Jenna Bauer:
“Good Evening Action Wrestling faithful! Jenna Bauer here with piping hot interview with Action Wrestling’s Witch!”
Taking a moment to properly face her old tormentor, Jenna steadied herself and continued. While on the other hand, Claire placed her hands on her hips and continued to steady her breathing as best she could so that she could be heard and understood clearly.
Jenna Bauer:
“Before we begin I just want to congratulate you on your first victory since returning to Action Wrestling a few weeks ago! How does it feel having earned a hard fought victory over such a talented and promising competitor?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Don’t patronize me.”
Jenna Bauer:
“P-Pardon me?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Don’t you dare PATRONIZE me Bauer. What happened out there wasn’t a hard fought match. It was me going out there and making a statement.”
Jenna Bauer:
“A statement? A statement to who?”
Taking a moment to capitalize of Jenna’s confusion, Claire aggressively stepped forward and effectively “got in her face”. Utterly surprised by the sudden movement, Jenna froze up as she awaited her answers.
Claire Hawkins:
“Yes Bauer. A statement. A statement to every dumb motherfucker in this, or any other, locker room that seems to be under this illusion that I am one to be fucked with. That I am any less of a serious contender because I’m a woman or I don’t have somebody from management backing me!”
Jenna Bauer:
“M-Management? Are you referring to Torture joining the Fightsmart team?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Specifically? No. I’m just talking about every other cock jocky that thinks that just because they signed a contract that they’re somehow king shit. Whether its some asshat like Dillinger, a shit stain from Fightsmart or Beachkrew, or some other miserable cunt the message is the same.”
Taking a step back from the stock still Jenna, Claire fixed her eyes on the camera. A passionate and fiery shining brightly in those crimson eyes.
Claire Hawkins:
“You step into the ring with me, and I WILL destroy you. I WILL dismantle you piece by fucking piece. I WILL be your end. You can quote me forevermore.”
WIth the same intensity in her eyes, Claire turned back to Jenna Bauer.
Claire Hawkins:
“Anything else or was that it?”
Jenna Bauer:
“A-Anything else? Y-Yes! There is! Your fellow Guardians L Verez and Sam Kidsgrove will be in action later tonight. With Jacie Wilds’ defeat and your victory already set in stone, how do you think they will fare tonight?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Complete victory.”
Jenna Bauer:
“B-But how can you say that when their opponents are all incredibly talented?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Incredibly talented? The fuck are you on? I’ve stepped in the ring with most of the people involved in the Television title tourney and it’s pretty fuckin’ clear that Verez is comin’ out on top. It doesn’t matter whether its Foster or Bishop she’s facing in the finals. Verez is bringing that championship to the Guardians!”
Jenna Bauer:
“O=Okay, but she’ll have to defeat Rose first and that woman has been looking incredibly tough to beat as of late.”
Claire Hawkins:
“Who?”
Jenna Bauer:
“Rose. The woman who was constantly in the Television title picture throughout 2018.”
Claire Hawkins:
“Even though you say that I still haven’t a fucking clue who you’re talking about.”
Jenna Bauer:
“A-Alright. How about the United States Championship match between Dandy DiVito and Sam Kidsgrove? We all know that you have declared yourself to be in the title hunt, but how will it affect your chances should your prediction come true?”
Claire Hawkins:
“It doesn’t. Should….WHEN Kidsgrove wins it will only serve to harden my resolve and stoke my desire. Now get the fuck outta my way.”
Without allowing Jenna to formulate a possible rebuttal to her bold statements or any new questions, Claire walked past the woman and out of the camera shot. It was evident that Jenna had struck a nerve somewhere along the way during the interview. Regardless of which question it may have been it was clear that this interview was over.
Neither here nor there
The Void
What is time? Echos?
Annette:
“WOOOOOOOOOOO! WE DID IT! WE BE THAT HOT SLAB OF BEEF ACE DILLINGER! WOOOOOOOO!”
Mary:
“Would you please calm down. All the shouting has given me a headache.”
Annette:
“WE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Claire:
“Would you SHUT the FUCK UP!”
Annette:
“.........”
Mary:
“........See what happens when you do not listen?”
Claire:
“Don’t you fucking start.”
Mary:
“Very well.”
Annette:
“B-But we won and stuff. Surely I can be a little excited. Right?”
Claire:
“Yes.”
Annette:
“WO-”
Claire:
“BUT!”
Annetter:
“But? But what? We won! It’s time to paaaarty!”
Mary:
“The last thing we need is one of your parties.”
Annette:
“What’s that supposed to mean Maryberry?”
Claire
‘ENOUGH! We may have gotten the win over that asshat Dillinger, but that doesn’t mean we can afford to lose ANY of our focus. Not when we have a six man coming up!”
Mary:
“Six man?”
Annette:
“Sounds like that time when I-”
Claire:
“Don’t you continue whatever fucked up sexual escapade you were planning on telling us! I really do NOT need to hear that shit. Not now! Not EVER! Got that?”
Annette:
“Fiiine. I’ll keep them to myself.”
Claire:
“Damn right you will. God damn.”
Mary:
“That aside, what do you have in mind for this…..”six man” you spoke of?”
Claire:
“To put it simply I want completely focus on this match. So, for this the week anyway, I’ll need you guys to keep tabs on Henri’s safety and the overall movement from…..”
Annette:
“I’ll keep my eyes on Henri! WAIT! We CAN do that right Mary? I mean, we aren’t supposed to….”
Mary:
“When did you figure it out?”
Claire:
“That’s just it. I haven’t. However, I am beginning to understand things and I know that you two aren’t just voices in my head or figments.”
Mary:
“Very well. It appears that I was not wrong about the promise I see. As a reward I shall monitor and hinder their movements as needed.”
Annette:
“You will? Then I can?”
Mary:
“Yes.”
Annette:
“WOOOOOOOOO! IMMA GONNA PROTECT! WOOOOOOOO!”
Claire & Mary:
“Not again……”
Virginia Bank Arena
Richmond, Virginia
February 4th 2019
The scene opens up with a shot of Claire sitting on a metal folding chair in the center of the stage that had been set up for that evening’s Monday Night Clash. Unlike the week leading to Revolution II there hadn’t been much heard from The Witch. However, it was quite clear that she hadn’t been doing nothing during her week of silence. With the same fiery passion in her eyes that had been seen during her interview with Jenna Bauer, Claire stared down at the empty ring as if she were envisioning the match up ahead of her.
Claire Hawkins:
“I’m going to be completely honest. Tonight’s match is a utter waste of fucking time. Half of the people in the match don’t even belong in the same ring as Kidsgrove or myself. I completely obliterated Dillinger at Revolution, which IS going to happen again. I don’t even want to know why he accepted a second beatdown. It’s not he is actually any fucking good in the ring, something I’m going to reinforce tonight once I cripple his drugged up ass. His partner Rose Is a goddamn joke. It’s not even in the funny “ha-ha” kind of way, but a literal fucking joke that shouldn’t be in a ring. Least of all in a ring with me. A person that has no issues with crippling her dumb ass. Hell, even my own partner Ultimate Destroyer is nothing short of a fucking liability!”
Abruptly shooting up to her feet as she finished speaking, Claire kicked the folding chair away before letting loose a scream of sheer frustration.
Claire Hawkins:
“GIVE ME MY FUCKING SHOT! ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT! YOU PEOPLE WANT ME TO FUCK ‘EM UP TILL THEY CAN’T EVEN FUCKING THINK? FINE! I WILL! HOWEVER, DON’T YOU FUCKING REGRET IT!”
Completely and utter furious over her match, Claire spun around on the heel of her boot and marched back behind the curtain. THough it hadn’t been the longest or the most well thought out videos that had ever been shown. It was quite clear that it may be one of the most simple and honest ones that had ever been recorded. At least, when it regarded one from her. Regardless, as the scene faded out the camera focused on the toppled over folding chair that had been sent flying. SImple and honest. Just like the chair.
Part XIII
Simple and Honest
Madison Square Garden
New York, New York
January 27th 2019
The scene opens to reveal that Jenna Bauer, Action Wrestling’s interviewer extraordinaire, is standing in front of a special backdrop that had been created for the Action Wrestling event; Revolution II: War Games. Dressed to impress as always, Jenna dazzled the camera with her extraordinary smile as she awaited her intended target for her interview. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long as that very person stepped into the camera shot; The Witch herself, Claire Hawkins. Doing her best to remain as professional as humanly possible, Jenna waited for Claire to recover a little bit before commencing with the Action Wrestling.com exclusive. Judging from her appearance, it was quite clear that this was hot off the heels of the victory over Ace Dillinger.
Jenna Bauer:
“Good Evening Action Wrestling faithful! Jenna Bauer here with piping hot interview with Action Wrestling’s Witch!”
Taking a moment to properly face her old tormentor, Jenna steadied herself and continued. While on the other hand, Claire placed her hands on her hips and continued to steady her breathing as best she could so that she could be heard and understood clearly.
Jenna Bauer:
“Before we begin I just want to congratulate you on your first victory since returning to Action Wrestling a few weeks ago! How does it feel having earned a hard fought victory over such a talented and promising competitor?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Don’t patronize me.”
Jenna Bauer:
“P-Pardon me?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Don’t you dare PATRONIZE me Bauer. What happened out there wasn’t a hard fought match. It was me going out there and making a statement.”
Jenna Bauer:
“A statement? A statement to who?”
Taking a moment to capitalize of Jenna’s confusion, Claire aggressively stepped forward and effectively “got in her face”. Utterly surprised by the sudden movement, Jenna froze up as she awaited her answers.
Claire Hawkins:
“Yes Bauer. A statement. A statement to every dumb motherfucker in this, or any other, locker room that seems to be under this illusion that I am one to be fucked with. That I am any less of a serious contender because I’m a woman or I don’t have somebody from management backing me!”
Jenna Bauer:
“M-Management? Are you referring to Torture joining the Fightsmart team?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Specifically? No. I’m just talking about every other cock jocky that thinks that just because they signed a contract that they’re somehow king shit. Whether its some asshat like Dillinger, a shit stain from Fightsmart or Beachkrew, or some other miserable cunt the message is the same.”
Taking a step back from the stock still Jenna, Claire fixed her eyes on the camera. A passionate and fiery shining brightly in those crimson eyes.
Claire Hawkins:
“You step into the ring with me, and I WILL destroy you. I WILL dismantle you piece by fucking piece. I WILL be your end. You can quote me forevermore.”
WIth the same intensity in her eyes, Claire turned back to Jenna Bauer.
Claire Hawkins:
“Anything else or was that it?”
Jenna Bauer:
“A-Anything else? Y-Yes! There is! Your fellow Guardians L Verez and Sam Kidsgrove will be in action later tonight. With Jacie Wilds’ defeat and your victory already set in stone, how do you think they will fare tonight?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Complete victory.”
Jenna Bauer:
“B-But how can you say that when their opponents are all incredibly talented?”
Claire Hawkins:
“Incredibly talented? The fuck are you on? I’ve stepped in the ring with most of the people involved in the Television title tourney and it’s pretty fuckin’ clear that Verez is comin’ out on top. It doesn’t matter whether its Foster or Bishop she’s facing in the finals. Verez is bringing that championship to the Guardians!”
Jenna Bauer:
“O=Okay, but she’ll have to defeat Rose first and that woman has been looking incredibly tough to beat as of late.”
Claire Hawkins:
“Who?”
Jenna Bauer:
“Rose. The woman who was constantly in the Television title picture throughout 2018.”
Claire Hawkins:
“Even though you say that I still haven’t a fucking clue who you’re talking about.”
Jenna Bauer:
“A-Alright. How about the United States Championship match between Dandy DiVito and Sam Kidsgrove? We all know that you have declared yourself to be in the title hunt, but how will it affect your chances should your prediction come true?”
Claire Hawkins:
“It doesn’t. Should….WHEN Kidsgrove wins it will only serve to harden my resolve and stoke my desire. Now get the fuck outta my way.”
Without allowing Jenna to formulate a possible rebuttal to her bold statements or any new questions, Claire walked past the woman and out of the camera shot. It was evident that Jenna had struck a nerve somewhere along the way during the interview. Regardless of which question it may have been it was clear that this interview was over.
Neither here nor there
The Void
What is time? Echos?
Annette:
“WOOOOOOOOOOO! WE DID IT! WE BE THAT HOT SLAB OF BEEF ACE DILLINGER! WOOOOOOOO!”
Mary:
“Would you please calm down. All the shouting has given me a headache.”
Annette:
“WE WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Claire:
“Would you SHUT the FUCK UP!”
Annette:
“.........”
Mary:
“........See what happens when you do not listen?”
Claire:
“Don’t you fucking start.”
Mary:
“Very well.”
Annette:
“B-But we won and stuff. Surely I can be a little excited. Right?”
Claire:
“Yes.”
Annette:
“WO-”
Claire:
“BUT!”
Annetter:
“But? But what? We won! It’s time to paaaarty!”
Mary:
“The last thing we need is one of your parties.”
Annette:
“What’s that supposed to mean Maryberry?”
Claire
‘ENOUGH! We may have gotten the win over that asshat Dillinger, but that doesn’t mean we can afford to lose ANY of our focus. Not when we have a six man coming up!”
Mary:
“Six man?”
Annette:
“Sounds like that time when I-”
Claire:
“Don’t you continue whatever fucked up sexual escapade you were planning on telling us! I really do NOT need to hear that shit. Not now! Not EVER! Got that?”
Annette:
“Fiiine. I’ll keep them to myself.”
Claire:
“Damn right you will. God damn.”
Mary:
“That aside, what do you have in mind for this…..”six man” you spoke of?”
Claire:
“To put it simply I want completely focus on this match. So, for this the week anyway, I’ll need you guys to keep tabs on Henri’s safety and the overall movement from…..”
Annette:
“I’ll keep my eyes on Henri! WAIT! We CAN do that right Mary? I mean, we aren’t supposed to….”
Mary:
“When did you figure it out?”
Claire:
“That’s just it. I haven’t. However, I am beginning to understand things and I know that you two aren’t just voices in my head or figments.”
Mary:
“Very well. It appears that I was not wrong about the promise I see. As a reward I shall monitor and hinder their movements as needed.”
Annette:
“You will? Then I can?”
Mary:
“Yes.”
Annette:
“WOOOOOOOOO! IMMA GONNA PROTECT! WOOOOOOOO!”
Claire & Mary:
“Not again……”
Virginia Bank Arena
Richmond, Virginia
February 4th 2019
The scene opens up with a shot of Claire sitting on a metal folding chair in the center of the stage that had been set up for that evening’s Monday Night Clash. Unlike the week leading to Revolution II there hadn’t been much heard from The Witch. However, it was quite clear that she hadn’t been doing nothing during her week of silence. With the same fiery passion in her eyes that had been seen during her interview with Jenna Bauer, Claire stared down at the empty ring as if she were envisioning the match up ahead of her.
Claire Hawkins:
“I’m going to be completely honest. Tonight’s match is a utter waste of fucking time. Half of the people in the match don’t even belong in the same ring as Kidsgrove or myself. I completely obliterated Dillinger at Revolution, which IS going to happen again. I don’t even want to know why he accepted a second beatdown. It’s not he is actually any fucking good in the ring, something I’m going to reinforce tonight once I cripple his drugged up ass. His partner Rose Is a goddamn joke. It’s not even in the funny “ha-ha” kind of way, but a literal fucking joke that shouldn’t be in a ring. Least of all in a ring with me. A person that has no issues with crippling her dumb ass. Hell, even my own partner Ultimate Destroyer is nothing short of a fucking liability!”
Abruptly shooting up to her feet as she finished speaking, Claire kicked the folding chair away before letting loose a scream of sheer frustration.
Claire Hawkins:
“GIVE ME MY FUCKING SHOT! ENOUGH OF THIS BULLSHIT! YOU PEOPLE WANT ME TO FUCK ‘EM UP TILL THEY CAN’T EVEN FUCKING THINK? FINE! I WILL! HOWEVER, DON’T YOU FUCKING REGRET IT!”
Completely and utter furious over her match, Claire spun around on the heel of her boot and marched back behind the curtain. THough it hadn’t been the longest or the most well thought out videos that had ever been shown. It was quite clear that it may be one of the most simple and honest ones that had ever been recorded. At least, when it regarded one from her. Regardless, as the scene faded out the camera focused on the toppled over folding chair that had been sent flying. SImple and honest. Just like the chair.