Post by Claire Hawkins on Feb 17, 2019 23:53:00 GMT -5
Delaware State Forest
Delaware
February 16th 2019
The scene fades into that of a small campsite hidden within the confines of the Delaware State Forest. The campsite, albeit small, seemed to have been fairly active until recently. Snow had been either swept to the side or packed down, what little remained of a small meal sat upon a snowless picnic table, and the fire was alive as if a log had just been set within its unrelenting grasp. For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if somebody had been crazy enough to camp out in the Delaware winter. It wasn’t until a familiar voice spoke off-screen that the owner of this little site become known. The voice, enriched with ancient and immense power, echoed throughout the forest as the amber light of the setting sun illuminated all.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“Omnipotens spirituum awua ore exibet gladius acutus vocationem et figura mea voluntas tuam!”
Once the thunderous echo of Claire’s voice had settled the snow that had been swept off to the side began to rise upwards before swirling together into a self-contained miniature blizzard. This frigid anomaly hovered high above the campsite for several seconds before abruptly shooting straight down in a hauntingly beautiful pillar! However, instead of becoming a mass of powdered snow that would obscure all vision, the pillar compacted and became ice in its most pure form. For several seconds the camera soaked in the beauty of the scene before a cracking sound broke the silence. It wasn’t long until more cracking sounds could be heard and before long various cracks those sounds belonged to were seen upon the surface of the ice.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“It can truly be a treat to witness how a string of victories can lead one down a fragile path.”
Though her voice not filled with the same majestic and foreboding power as before, Claire could be heard from somewhere nearby. Before the camera could pan around in a vain attempt to spot her the large pillar of cracked ice shattered apart in a dangerously dazzling manner! Unfortunately for Michael Bay fans this frozen explosion didn’t destroy everything around it. In fact, the shattered shards hung in the air before forcefully compacting together once more! Only this time it was not an ice pillar they became, but instead an ice sculpture of Karlie Nash when she had been in the middle of her celebration after having defeated Kennedy Mathews.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“Don’t get it twisted. Even if it may be a forgone conclusion that Nash shall fall, I am also speaking about myself as well. This match, it isn’t about earning the right to challenge for the UCI Championship. It’s about one breaking the other before ultimately being fed to the beast that Casey Holliday has become. To think otherwise is nothing short of foolishness.
Even so, the allure of dethroning her is nearly impossible to resist. Not even the dimwitted and obtusely dense opponent of mine can deny that. Try as she might to hide it behind the misguided notion that the Championship is something to be slain, she too cannot refute this. It is because Holliday has become as such that it makes this match, and our recent victories, all the more fragile. Neither side can afford to make a mistake else all is lost for both loser and victor. Should a crack form then the pillar that we have become shall crumble.”
Clad in her black leather battle suit, Claire had since walked into the view of the camera halfway through her speech. As she had continued speaking Claire kept her crimson gaze squarely locked onto the frozen visage of her opponent. Once she was in arm’s reach, Claire placed the palm of her left hand on the sculpture's face and kept it there while she she walked around to the back side of the life-like icy construct.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“Tell me Nash, are you truly prepared for what awaits you Monday Night in Wilmington? Are you prepared to have your newfound confidence fail you? What happens then? Will you rely upon your size to overpower me? Maybe you’ll realize that nothing you do will be enough and you’ll try to bring your partner foolishly into play?”
With a single quick tug, Claire turned the sculpture’s head to the side with a sickening snap! As she held the visage of Karlie’s head before her, Claire paid no mind as the body reverted back into its original powdered form and fell to the ground.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“It will not be enough Your recent victories mean nothing in the face of what awaits you on Monday. What I am going to put you through won’t be a Guardian thing; it’ll be a me thing. Your bones will break and your muscles shall tear. Your strength shall fail you and your mind shall shatter. Then, in the end when you have nothing left, I shall drain the blood from your body and watch as the light in those eyes flicker before dying out.
Why?
Well, because there just isn’t anything you can do to stop me. Dillinger was left beaten and broke not once, but twice and it was done without a second
thought. I took Brooke Bell out in under two minutes during her second match back. Of course, that also includes the man that defeated you in the Television Championship tourney as well. After all, if it wasn’t for me shattering Bishop’s spirit then that ignorant fool would have never taken him out.”
After falling silent once more Claire rotated her hands in opposite directions, causing the frozen head she held to shatter into pieces. It wasn’t until the last of the shards had fallen at her feet did Claire turn to the camera for the first time. Her expression was as cold as the ice that she had just held moments ago.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“Karlie Nash, you need to understand something. The victories you garnered through pity mean nothing. Your Victory over Blaze and McMorris means nothing. Kennedy Mathews means nothing. You? You mean NOTHING. So when I say that I am going to claim victory on Monday be aware that there was never anything that you could have done otherwise. Monday Night Clash is where I claim MY victory and where I claim [/i]MY[/i] fragile opportunity to slay the beast at Effinrager. Quote the Witch forevermore.”[/font]
After she had uttered her phrase that she loved so dearly, Claire leaned back and let loose her ear-piercing and haunting Banshee’s wail as the camera faded to black.
Neither here nor there
The Void
What is time?
Existing only in the oblivion of the void there sit two women across from each other. One thinner, blind, and clothed in rags. The other; healthier in appearance and far more curvaceous. However, both bore a remarkable resemblance to the third woman that lay between them.
Annette;
“So? Do ya think they bought it?”
Mary:
“Bought what?”
Annette:
“Ya know. this.”
Mary:
“You need to be more specific on the they.”
Annette:
“The Guardians?”
Mary:
“They suspect nothing. After all, she never trusted any of them enough to begin with.”
Annette;
“Fair point. Since they’re off of the list; how about anyone at Action Wrestling?”
Mary:
“I’m repeating myself and saything they suspect nothing and for the same reason.”
Annette:
“Wow. We really are her only friends aren’t we…..”
Mary:
“Especially now.”
With that said a silence hung in the air between the two. However, that lasted for merely a moment.
Annette:
“How long can we keep this up do ya think Maryberry?”
Mary:
“As long as it takes. We don’t have a choice.”
Annette:
“I know, but….”
Mary:
“Listen Annette, with my power I can take control as long as needed. Allow me to focus on her upcoming match against Karlie Nash. After all, I proved last week just how effective I can be.”
Annette:
“Heh….you did kinda waste Brooke Bell and Bishop last week. She would have liked that.”
Mary:
“Correct, but for now I need you to focus on her and trying to bring her back. Okay?”
Annette:
“.........”
Mary:
“........”
Annette:
“Okay, bu if you need he-”
Mary:
“I won’t. Not any of that help.”
Annette:
“Are you making fun of me again?”
Mary:
“.........”
Annette:
“MARY!”
Mary a dismissive wave of her hand, the thinner woman cut off the other’s mock outrage.
Mary:
“Enough! Just focus on what needs doing and allow me to do what I need to do. Take out Karlie Nash before taking out Casey Holliday after. Got it?”
With a pout on her face, the one known as Annette nodded and held her hands above the prone form of the third woman. Nodding more to herself then to the other, the one known as Mary melted back into the void to return to her task of mimicking. While the form of the third continued to lay there. The one known as Claire.
Delaware
February 16th 2019
The scene fades into that of a small campsite hidden within the confines of the Delaware State Forest. The campsite, albeit small, seemed to have been fairly active until recently. Snow had been either swept to the side or packed down, what little remained of a small meal sat upon a snowless picnic table, and the fire was alive as if a log had just been set within its unrelenting grasp. For all intents and purposes, it seemed as if somebody had been crazy enough to camp out in the Delaware winter. It wasn’t until a familiar voice spoke off-screen that the owner of this little site become known. The voice, enriched with ancient and immense power, echoed throughout the forest as the amber light of the setting sun illuminated all.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“Omnipotens spirituum awua ore exibet gladius acutus vocationem et figura mea voluntas tuam!”
Once the thunderous echo of Claire’s voice had settled the snow that had been swept off to the side began to rise upwards before swirling together into a self-contained miniature blizzard. This frigid anomaly hovered high above the campsite for several seconds before abruptly shooting straight down in a hauntingly beautiful pillar! However, instead of becoming a mass of powdered snow that would obscure all vision, the pillar compacted and became ice in its most pure form. For several seconds the camera soaked in the beauty of the scene before a cracking sound broke the silence. It wasn’t long until more cracking sounds could be heard and before long various cracks those sounds belonged to were seen upon the surface of the ice.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“It can truly be a treat to witness how a string of victories can lead one down a fragile path.”
Though her voice not filled with the same majestic and foreboding power as before, Claire could be heard from somewhere nearby. Before the camera could pan around in a vain attempt to spot her the large pillar of cracked ice shattered apart in a dangerously dazzling manner! Unfortunately for Michael Bay fans this frozen explosion didn’t destroy everything around it. In fact, the shattered shards hung in the air before forcefully compacting together once more! Only this time it was not an ice pillar they became, but instead an ice sculpture of Karlie Nash when she had been in the middle of her celebration after having defeated Kennedy Mathews.
Claire Hawkins(?) [off-screen]:
“Don’t get it twisted. Even if it may be a forgone conclusion that Nash shall fall, I am also speaking about myself as well. This match, it isn’t about earning the right to challenge for the UCI Championship. It’s about one breaking the other before ultimately being fed to the beast that Casey Holliday has become. To think otherwise is nothing short of foolishness.
Even so, the allure of dethroning her is nearly impossible to resist. Not even the dimwitted and obtusely dense opponent of mine can deny that. Try as she might to hide it behind the misguided notion that the Championship is something to be slain, she too cannot refute this. It is because Holliday has become as such that it makes this match, and our recent victories, all the more fragile. Neither side can afford to make a mistake else all is lost for both loser and victor. Should a crack form then the pillar that we have become shall crumble.”
Clad in her black leather battle suit, Claire had since walked into the view of the camera halfway through her speech. As she had continued speaking Claire kept her crimson gaze squarely locked onto the frozen visage of her opponent. Once she was in arm’s reach, Claire placed the palm of her left hand on the sculpture's face and kept it there while she she walked around to the back side of the life-like icy construct.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“Tell me Nash, are you truly prepared for what awaits you Monday Night in Wilmington? Are you prepared to have your newfound confidence fail you? What happens then? Will you rely upon your size to overpower me? Maybe you’ll realize that nothing you do will be enough and you’ll try to bring your partner foolishly into play?”
With a single quick tug, Claire turned the sculpture’s head to the side with a sickening snap! As she held the visage of Karlie’s head before her, Claire paid no mind as the body reverted back into its original powdered form and fell to the ground.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“It will not be enough Your recent victories mean nothing in the face of what awaits you on Monday. What I am going to put you through won’t be a Guardian thing; it’ll be a me thing. Your bones will break and your muscles shall tear. Your strength shall fail you and your mind shall shatter. Then, in the end when you have nothing left, I shall drain the blood from your body and watch as the light in those eyes flicker before dying out.
Why?
Well, because there just isn’t anything you can do to stop me. Dillinger was left beaten and broke not once, but twice and it was done without a second
thought. I took Brooke Bell out in under two minutes during her second match back. Of course, that also includes the man that defeated you in the Television Championship tourney as well. After all, if it wasn’t for me shattering Bishop’s spirit then that ignorant fool would have never taken him out.”
After falling silent once more Claire rotated her hands in opposite directions, causing the frozen head she held to shatter into pieces. It wasn’t until the last of the shards had fallen at her feet did Claire turn to the camera for the first time. Her expression was as cold as the ice that she had just held moments ago.
Claire Hawkins(?):
“Karlie Nash, you need to understand something. The victories you garnered through pity mean nothing. Your Victory over Blaze and McMorris means nothing. Kennedy Mathews means nothing. You? You mean NOTHING. So when I say that I am going to claim victory on Monday be aware that there was never anything that you could have done otherwise. Monday Night Clash is where I claim MY victory and where I claim [/i]MY[/i] fragile opportunity to slay the beast at Effinrager. Quote the Witch forevermore.”[/font]
After she had uttered her phrase that she loved so dearly, Claire leaned back and let loose her ear-piercing and haunting Banshee’s wail as the camera faded to black.
Neither here nor there
The Void
What is time?
Existing only in the oblivion of the void there sit two women across from each other. One thinner, blind, and clothed in rags. The other; healthier in appearance and far more curvaceous. However, both bore a remarkable resemblance to the third woman that lay between them.
Annette;
“So? Do ya think they bought it?”
Mary:
“Bought what?”
Annette:
“Ya know. this.”
Mary:
“You need to be more specific on the they.”
Annette:
“The Guardians?”
Mary:
“They suspect nothing. After all, she never trusted any of them enough to begin with.”
Annette;
“Fair point. Since they’re off of the list; how about anyone at Action Wrestling?”
Mary:
“I’m repeating myself and saything they suspect nothing and for the same reason.”
Annette:
“Wow. We really are her only friends aren’t we…..”
Mary:
“Especially now.”
With that said a silence hung in the air between the two. However, that lasted for merely a moment.
Annette:
“How long can we keep this up do ya think Maryberry?”
Mary:
“As long as it takes. We don’t have a choice.”
Annette:
“I know, but….”
Mary:
“Listen Annette, with my power I can take control as long as needed. Allow me to focus on her upcoming match against Karlie Nash. After all, I proved last week just how effective I can be.”
Annette:
“Heh….you did kinda waste Brooke Bell and Bishop last week. She would have liked that.”
Mary:
“Correct, but for now I need you to focus on her and trying to bring her back. Okay?”
Annette:
“.........”
Mary:
“........”
Annette:
“Okay, bu if you need he-”
Mary:
“I won’t. Not any of that help.”
Annette:
“Are you making fun of me again?”
Mary:
“.........”
Annette:
“MARY!”
Mary a dismissive wave of her hand, the thinner woman cut off the other’s mock outrage.
Mary:
“Enough! Just focus on what needs doing and allow me to do what I need to do. Take out Karlie Nash before taking out Casey Holliday after. Got it?”
With a pout on her face, the one known as Annette nodded and held her hands above the prone form of the third woman. Nodding more to herself then to the other, the one known as Mary melted back into the void to return to her task of mimicking. While the form of the third continued to lay there. The one known as Claire.