Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 20:21:19 GMT -5
"Some of you might be thinking..."
We fade in to find Hannah Kristiansen standing before a Union Battleground backdrop. The All American Badass is clad in an unzipped black leather jacket, a white "Fallout" t-shirt beneath, a pair of cargo pants held in place by a studded black leather belt, and black combat boots on her feet. Hannah's mane of long wavy blonde hair is adorned by a United States flag bandana, while her usual dog tags hang from a chain around her neck. A pair of mirrored black aviator glasses sits on the bridge of her nose. Hannah clears her throat before putting on a mocked voice.
"What the fuck is goin' on, Hannah?! You have a match with Echo Blackwhisper, she jumps you backstage afterwards, then turns around and wants to team up with you. You beat her in a rematch, she earns your trust, you become partners, and now what? What the Hell?"
Hannah lifts the glasses from her eyes, resting them atop her bandana-covered brow. Her dazzling blue eyes smoulder with a hint of rage.
"Truth be told..." she exhales in a loud sigh. "I don't know. It's been a rollercoaster ride for sure. But at least this time, I really can't blame Echo. She may have wanted to venture out on her own at first, but at the end of the day, family comes first. So for the time being, everything we've gone through to get to this point gets put on hold. Which means I go back to square one."
Hannah shuffles around a moment, pondering her next move.
"You remember what I said back when I first showed up around these parts? Something about how I didn't want to just sit in the back waiting my turn? How I wanted to control my own destiny? It was that very mindset that lead to me throwing down the open challenge. A challenge which Echo Blackwhisper herself answered. But it goes deeper than that."
Hannah nods her head, a smirk beginning to form on her lips.
"The Union Battleground Championship Tournament was already in full swing when I showed up in these parts. So there was no way I was gonna' get a chance to vye for a chance at that belt anytime soon. Nevertheless, I made it my mission to face each and every last man and woman in the back; until Axel Graves himself had to take notice and has no choice but to give me a shot. To achieve my goals, I have to defeat every last motherfucker in the back so that there is no doubt in anyone's mind that I deserve that shot. And Echo Blackwhisper is off dealing with family business. So like I said, back to square one."
She points straight into the camera.
"Which leads me to YOU, Britain Jade!
Hannah starts to shift her weight back and forth. She starts to shake and move, as if growing more and more excited about the upcoming match.
"Now don't get me wrong, B, I've got nothing against you. Hell, if I had my way, you and I would be friends. I mean Hell, nobody said we all had to be enemies, right? Maybe just some of us. So when I say this to you, I want you to know how serious I am. Sure I have bad intentions against you, but it's neither due to a personal distaste of you, nor some inate desire to leave you crippled for life. I'm a bitch, yeah; just not that kind of bitch."
Hannah stops her moving, and instead stands perfectly still, gazing daggers into the lens.
"The simple fact of the matter is, you're in my way, Britain. Sure we're both undefeated thus far, but only one of us can can keep that streak alive. We've both got a lot to lose. And still..."
Hannah shakes her head before continuing.
"I will not accept defeat, Britain. I WILL NOT accept defeat! See I may have gotten sidetracked by Echo, but the dream is still alive! I respect you, Britain; but you're dealing with a woman who is dead set and Hell bent on achieving victory. And don't worry, I'm not looking past you to the next challenge. No, no, no! My sights are set on you, and ONLY you! And when you climb into the ring with me, when that bell rings, and the crowd roars in anticipation..."
She claps her hands loudly for emphasis.
"Oh, it's on! Union Battleground is the place where the best of the best bust their asses and pull out all the stops! And that's EXACTLY what you're gonna' get outta' me, Britain! When that bell rings, there'll be no slowing me down! Sure you can hit me with everything you've got, you can bust me up and wear me down, but you will not stop me! But see, I'll be hitting you with all of that and then some! I'll be coming at you with a relentless pace, an untamable ferocity, and an unstoppable will!"
Hannah pauses for a beat, before nodding her head.
"Now I suspect that it won't be easy, Britain. To overlook you in such a way would be doing a disrespect to you and a disservice to myself. So I expect all you've got and then some. I expect our match to be seemingly endless chaos from the word go! I can almost hear the crowd chanting our names right now."
She puts on a slight air, as if mimicking the fans.
"Britain! Hannah! Britain! Hannah! Back and forth they'll go..." she gestures with her hands in a circular motion, "the whole crowd split between us and eating up every second, every move, every hold, every counter, and every reversal! They'll roar when the blood flies, and groan when one of us is trapped in a particularly painful submission hold! But in the end, when the dust has settled, and the ref's hand raises to signal the end of the match, there can be only one winner, only one hand raised in victory!"
Nodding, Hannah hooks a thumb back at her own sternum.
"Mine!"
Hannah stomps off out of view as we cut away.
We fade in to find Hannah Kristiansen standing before a Union Battleground backdrop. The All American Badass is clad in an unzipped black leather jacket, a white "Fallout" t-shirt beneath, a pair of cargo pants held in place by a studded black leather belt, and black combat boots on her feet. Hannah's mane of long wavy blonde hair is adorned by a United States flag bandana, while her usual dog tags hang from a chain around her neck. A pair of mirrored black aviator glasses sits on the bridge of her nose. Hannah clears her throat before putting on a mocked voice.
"What the fuck is goin' on, Hannah?! You have a match with Echo Blackwhisper, she jumps you backstage afterwards, then turns around and wants to team up with you. You beat her in a rematch, she earns your trust, you become partners, and now what? What the Hell?"
Hannah lifts the glasses from her eyes, resting them atop her bandana-covered brow. Her dazzling blue eyes smoulder with a hint of rage.
"Truth be told..." she exhales in a loud sigh. "I don't know. It's been a rollercoaster ride for sure. But at least this time, I really can't blame Echo. She may have wanted to venture out on her own at first, but at the end of the day, family comes first. So for the time being, everything we've gone through to get to this point gets put on hold. Which means I go back to square one."
Hannah shuffles around a moment, pondering her next move.
"You remember what I said back when I first showed up around these parts? Something about how I didn't want to just sit in the back waiting my turn? How I wanted to control my own destiny? It was that very mindset that lead to me throwing down the open challenge. A challenge which Echo Blackwhisper herself answered. But it goes deeper than that."
Hannah nods her head, a smirk beginning to form on her lips.
"The Union Battleground Championship Tournament was already in full swing when I showed up in these parts. So there was no way I was gonna' get a chance to vye for a chance at that belt anytime soon. Nevertheless, I made it my mission to face each and every last man and woman in the back; until Axel Graves himself had to take notice and has no choice but to give me a shot. To achieve my goals, I have to defeat every last motherfucker in the back so that there is no doubt in anyone's mind that I deserve that shot. And Echo Blackwhisper is off dealing with family business. So like I said, back to square one."
She points straight into the camera.
"Which leads me to YOU, Britain Jade!
Hannah starts to shift her weight back and forth. She starts to shake and move, as if growing more and more excited about the upcoming match.
"Now don't get me wrong, B, I've got nothing against you. Hell, if I had my way, you and I would be friends. I mean Hell, nobody said we all had to be enemies, right? Maybe just some of us. So when I say this to you, I want you to know how serious I am. Sure I have bad intentions against you, but it's neither due to a personal distaste of you, nor some inate desire to leave you crippled for life. I'm a bitch, yeah; just not that kind of bitch."
Hannah stops her moving, and instead stands perfectly still, gazing daggers into the lens.
"The simple fact of the matter is, you're in my way, Britain. Sure we're both undefeated thus far, but only one of us can can keep that streak alive. We've both got a lot to lose. And still..."
Hannah shakes her head before continuing.
"I will not accept defeat, Britain. I WILL NOT accept defeat! See I may have gotten sidetracked by Echo, but the dream is still alive! I respect you, Britain; but you're dealing with a woman who is dead set and Hell bent on achieving victory. And don't worry, I'm not looking past you to the next challenge. No, no, no! My sights are set on you, and ONLY you! And when you climb into the ring with me, when that bell rings, and the crowd roars in anticipation..."
She claps her hands loudly for emphasis.
"Oh, it's on! Union Battleground is the place where the best of the best bust their asses and pull out all the stops! And that's EXACTLY what you're gonna' get outta' me, Britain! When that bell rings, there'll be no slowing me down! Sure you can hit me with everything you've got, you can bust me up and wear me down, but you will not stop me! But see, I'll be hitting you with all of that and then some! I'll be coming at you with a relentless pace, an untamable ferocity, and an unstoppable will!"
Hannah pauses for a beat, before nodding her head.
"Now I suspect that it won't be easy, Britain. To overlook you in such a way would be doing a disrespect to you and a disservice to myself. So I expect all you've got and then some. I expect our match to be seemingly endless chaos from the word go! I can almost hear the crowd chanting our names right now."
She puts on a slight air, as if mimicking the fans.
"Britain! Hannah! Britain! Hannah! Back and forth they'll go..." she gestures with her hands in a circular motion, "the whole crowd split between us and eating up every second, every move, every hold, every counter, and every reversal! They'll roar when the blood flies, and groan when one of us is trapped in a particularly painful submission hold! But in the end, when the dust has settled, and the ref's hand raises to signal the end of the match, there can be only one winner, only one hand raised in victory!"
Nodding, Hannah hooks a thumb back at her own sternum.
"Mine!"
Hannah stomps off out of view as we cut away.