Post by Claire Hawkins on Aug 19, 2019 22:18:55 GMT -5
The scene opens up to the rustic simplicity of an old dilapidated cabin standing in the midst of a small clearing. Even though the little cabin was run down and nearly at the limits of its structural durability, the single-story building stood tall and proud amidst the patches of dying grass that littered the primarily barren soil that it stood upon. Yet, the scene was not yet complete. As if it were reacting to that very sentiment, the wind suddenly picked up and a cloud of the loose topsoil took to the air in an instant! Then, as quickly as it had begun, the wind ceased and the airborne soil settled back down upon the ground revealing a woman standing before the cabin; untouched by the soil. The woman was none other than the one known as Claire Hawkins; a fact driven home just from the sight of those crimson eyes that sat perfectly within that porcelain face.
"Quite the shabby little place isn't it? Yet, despite its harrowing outer appearance, this little building has quite a powerful aura; an aura of sheer defiance."
With a divisive flourish of her left hand to distract the viewers, Claire loudly snapped her fingers and the location abruptly changed; as if there had been a momentary glitch in the scene. The new location was something far more familiar to the intended viewer; an empty arena with an empty Trinity Wrestling ring. The word "SIN" on the ring apron making it all the more obvious.
"They're similar; these two locations. Though they are in vastly different locations, they are the same when it comes to the auras they radiate.
Like a moth to a flame, it attracts us; the ones that willing put our lives on the line for the fleeting amusement of others."
With the second snapping of her fingers, the clothes she wore abruptly became her in-ring attire; the silver and black variation.
"You see, the flame of defiance burns as brightly here as it did there; it burns brightly to attract people like us.
Yet, whom do we defy?
We defy conventional culture.
We defy the world.
Most of all, we defy each other."
With the third snapping of her fingers echoing loudly throughout the empty arena, the visage of The Witch blinked out of existence; yet the visages of Alex Scott and Haven's Persephone appeared within the confines of the ring. As the camera refocused upon these new visages, a pair of porcelain arms appeared from behind the visage of Alex Scott. Deliberately slow, the right arm wrapped around until it rested its hand upon his bare chest roughly where the heat would be located whilst the left reached up to cover his face.
"Alex Scott; the self-professed "Awesome One. Tell me, who will you defy?
Will it be Persephone?
Will it be me?
More importantly, will it be yourself?
Will you continue to stand in your own way; blocking yourself from ever truly reaching what you can be?
Are you even aware that you are defying yourself?"
Allowing those to hang within the air as well as the minds of those listening, the hands dug their nails into the exposed flesh of the visage before slowly retracting back from which that had come; the flesh ripping and tearing.
"As if such a lowly meat puppet could do such a thing."
In a strange twist of events, the mangled visage of Alex Scutt suddenly burst into a substance similar to that of the airborne soil from the clearing; falling into a sloppy pile at the feet of Claire.
"I speak not out of malice or some faux sense of duty, but Mister Scott it is imperative that I say this.
You're nothing.
Yes, it is really just as simple as that.
You're not even worth the effort, but the other one? The other one is going to prove far more entertaining."
With a wolfish smile spreading across her face, Claire stepped forward and looked over at the visage of Persephone for a moment; trampling upon the remains of the visage of Alex Scott as she went.
"Persephone of Haven; former Trinity Wrestling Television Champion.
How I pity you.
You, who was cheated out of the Television Championship at the hands of Duncan Aries just the other week. If that were not enough, Kylie Moore saw fit to essentially suspended the silly thing until The Big TIme. Deny it if you must, but I am fully aware that it boils the very blood that courses continuously through those veins of yours. We all saw have fiercely you fought last week in your failing defense and the week before when you won it.
Now?
Now you seem to have wormed your way into this one-sided dismissal of Alex Scott; something that I just cannot abide by. Yet, I admit that I am intrigued by this development as well.
Should I allow you to defeat Alex Scott in order to see where your path leads you?
Do I instead, take you both down through sheer power of technique and willpower?"
As quickly as the smile appeared, the wolf within her vanished as she nonchalantly shrugged at her own questions.
"Guess I shall just have to wait to find out at Tuesday Night SIN just like everyone else.
I can't fuckin' wait."
With simple enough statements that even a mushroom could understand, the camera faded to black.