Post by Hazel Overton on Feb 28, 2019 1:20:04 GMT -5
The scene opens as Hazel Overton is sitting inside her cozy one bedroom loft in London, England. Her recently dyed blonde hair is laying across both shoulders as she holds a glass with a small amount of bourbon poured inside. Her eyes are glued to the television set as she watches the world news.
As the reporter, goes on and on about what President Trump is doing. Hazel calmly takes a sip of her alcohol. As she is bringing the glass back down to its normal position, the doorbell dings. An exasperated sigh bellows from her mouth as she lays her head back.
Hazel: Come in Kendra.
Hazel yells as the door swings open. Kendra Mullins, her next door neighbor, softly walks across the floor.
Hazel: What do you want Kendra?
Kendra bites her lip while twirling her thumbs in front of her.
Kendra: I...uh....i....uh...
Hazel was starting to get annoyed as she closes her eyes.
Hazel: I swear to fucking god. If you don't tell me what you want then I'm going to toss your ass out of my loft.
Kendra: Can I borrow your blender?
Kendra finally blurted out her question as Hazel laughs out loud.
Hazel: No, you can not borrow my blender. You haven't returned the last seven items you borrowed from me. Until those items are returned in the same condition as I lent them to you, you will not borrow anything else.
Tears start welling up in Kendra's eyes as Hazel doesn't notice. Hazel continues to laugh as Kendra runs out of the loft crying. Hazel smiles as she takes another sip.
Hazel: God, that felt very good.
Hazel doesn't get to celebrate long when a commercial talking about Action Wrestling's flagship show Clash comes onto the screen. Hazel barely listens to it until she hears her name mentioned. She sits up in her chair, snatches up her remote and pushes the volume up.
Announcement: On March 4, the road to Evolution begins as Action Wrestling announces its annual Battlefield Battlebowl. This year, newcomer Hazel Overton will be paired with Chris Santiago as they take on Titan and Nikki Vaughn.
Hazel's eyes narrow in a heartbeat as she throws the remote against the wall.
Hazel: Is this a fucking joke? Didn't someone tell the management team that Hazel Overton works alone? I guess they forgot that memo. Well, I don't find it funny. I am one of the best talents you could ever see on television. Instead, I am being asked to carry some stupid shit while taking one two giants. Luckily for me I have experience in chopping down people taller than me.
Hazel uncrosses her legs while keeping her glass steady in her hand.
United Kingdom Wrestling was where my first match took place. I faced a guy twice my size and took his ass to school. I taught him that I'm one person you don't fuck with inside the ring. Seeing how my opponents are still fresh off the fucking street. I feel this match could be my best way to give Action Wrestling just a sample of what I can do inside the ring. Let's take that wanna be super model Nikki Vaughn. She is tall with some weight behind her but she isn't a trained professional. Which means, she has no earthly clue on what she is doing. Now me on the other hand, I know exactly what I am doing. I know I can break her leg without much effort. I know she can't catch me. Nikki will be floating around like a guppy fish while I lie in wait. Nikki won't make it past the first round. Hell, she won't make it past me. I am going to flatten her and make her look like cheap poster board.
Hazel chuckles while seeing a picture of Titan on her television screen.
That is Titan. That is supposed to be the 7 foot monster. Oh my fucking God. He couldn't touch me with a five foot pool cue. I am beginning to wonder if this is Torture's way of letting me take care of his dirty work. Which I don't mind at all. I don't mind breaking people in half as long as the money is right. A chance to headline Evolution is the right kind of payout for me. I will launch myself into Titan like a torpedo and watch him fall. He will have no earthly clue on what I can do. I'm going to have fun leveling his ass.
Hazel stands up to her feet.
I don't even need this Chris fucker. He will do nothing but bring me down. I know I am better than he is and I will prove it. I am the star in this match. I am the spotlight. Everyone else can just leave or be left IN A HAZE.
Hazel laughs as the scene slowly fades on her entering her bedroom.
As the reporter, goes on and on about what President Trump is doing. Hazel calmly takes a sip of her alcohol. As she is bringing the glass back down to its normal position, the doorbell dings. An exasperated sigh bellows from her mouth as she lays her head back.
Hazel: Come in Kendra.
Hazel yells as the door swings open. Kendra Mullins, her next door neighbor, softly walks across the floor.
Hazel: What do you want Kendra?
Kendra bites her lip while twirling her thumbs in front of her.
Kendra: I...uh....i....uh...
Hazel was starting to get annoyed as she closes her eyes.
Hazel: I swear to fucking god. If you don't tell me what you want then I'm going to toss your ass out of my loft.
Kendra: Can I borrow your blender?
Kendra finally blurted out her question as Hazel laughs out loud.
Hazel: No, you can not borrow my blender. You haven't returned the last seven items you borrowed from me. Until those items are returned in the same condition as I lent them to you, you will not borrow anything else.
Tears start welling up in Kendra's eyes as Hazel doesn't notice. Hazel continues to laugh as Kendra runs out of the loft crying. Hazel smiles as she takes another sip.
Hazel: God, that felt very good.
Hazel doesn't get to celebrate long when a commercial talking about Action Wrestling's flagship show Clash comes onto the screen. Hazel barely listens to it until she hears her name mentioned. She sits up in her chair, snatches up her remote and pushes the volume up.
Announcement: On March 4, the road to Evolution begins as Action Wrestling announces its annual Battlefield Battlebowl. This year, newcomer Hazel Overton will be paired with Chris Santiago as they take on Titan and Nikki Vaughn.
Hazel's eyes narrow in a heartbeat as she throws the remote against the wall.
Hazel: Is this a fucking joke? Didn't someone tell the management team that Hazel Overton works alone? I guess they forgot that memo. Well, I don't find it funny. I am one of the best talents you could ever see on television. Instead, I am being asked to carry some stupid shit while taking one two giants. Luckily for me I have experience in chopping down people taller than me.
Hazel uncrosses her legs while keeping her glass steady in her hand.
United Kingdom Wrestling was where my first match took place. I faced a guy twice my size and took his ass to school. I taught him that I'm one person you don't fuck with inside the ring. Seeing how my opponents are still fresh off the fucking street. I feel this match could be my best way to give Action Wrestling just a sample of what I can do inside the ring. Let's take that wanna be super model Nikki Vaughn. She is tall with some weight behind her but she isn't a trained professional. Which means, she has no earthly clue on what she is doing. Now me on the other hand, I know exactly what I am doing. I know I can break her leg without much effort. I know she can't catch me. Nikki will be floating around like a guppy fish while I lie in wait. Nikki won't make it past the first round. Hell, she won't make it past me. I am going to flatten her and make her look like cheap poster board.
Hazel chuckles while seeing a picture of Titan on her television screen.
That is Titan. That is supposed to be the 7 foot monster. Oh my fucking God. He couldn't touch me with a five foot pool cue. I am beginning to wonder if this is Torture's way of letting me take care of his dirty work. Which I don't mind at all. I don't mind breaking people in half as long as the money is right. A chance to headline Evolution is the right kind of payout for me. I will launch myself into Titan like a torpedo and watch him fall. He will have no earthly clue on what I can do. I'm going to have fun leveling his ass.
Hazel stands up to her feet.
I don't even need this Chris fucker. He will do nothing but bring me down. I know I am better than he is and I will prove it. I am the star in this match. I am the spotlight. Everyone else can just leave or be left IN A HAZE.
Hazel laughs as the scene slowly fades on her entering her bedroom.