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Clear and Immediate Danger - Hannah vs. JJ Brine
Topic Started: Oct 9 2015, 08:58 PM (29 Views)
Neal
"All clear" the doctor said, giving me the official go-ahead to compete at Blood and Steel Chairs. I would have done so regardless, but knowing that I had medical approval made me feel better about it.

"Never trust a quack," my aunt told me once; "unless she's a naturopathist." Good advice, which I took to heart.

More importantly though, the last thing I wanted was to go into this match with JJ Brine all banged up like Molly O'Hatherine. That bitch is going to be tough enough to beat at 100%; but if I went in there without the all clear, then there's no telling how badly it could go. I'd end up in worse shape than I likely will now, plus my chances of winning the WildKard Championship would be even slimmer.

And we can't have that.

Once I got out of the doctor's office, I sat in my Jeep Wrangler Unlimited, and called Jacen. Hubby would surely want to know the news. He was still worried about me of course. "Concussions are serious shit," he'd tell me; but I could tell in his voice that he relaxed a bit upon hearing the news.

I promised to call him later, then headed for the local gym. Have to get some last minute training in; especially considering all the time I've lost thanks to that damnable concussion. Cardio, weights, hardening, techniques, sparring, the whole nine yards.

I wonder what kind of training JJ Brine does. It was a rhetorical question, mind you. Trying to imagine Brine training in a top of the line gym was a stretch. She's probably fighting in some dark shithole with mold, blood stains, and probably a few bullet holes on the walls.

I've seen places like that up close and personal overseas. They're not pretty. Anyone who can survive that kind of environment and even thrive in it, will put up one Hell of a fight.

Brine's track record was both impressive and loathesome. She was a clear and immediate danger to anyone who faced her - myself included. On top of that, she's coming off a tough win against Erica Vargas. She's got momentum on her side.

Me? I'm coming back from a concussion thanks to Becky Mercy and Tracy Sin. Have to remember to pay them back for that, but JJ Brine gets first dibs.

The WildKard Championship awaits.

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"Blood and Steel Chairs... A fitting name, though something tells me it only scratches the surface of what's to come."

[We fade in to the interior of the infamous Pitt Arena. The shot pans around briefly, starting at the ring, panning beyond it to the empty bleachers, the stairway up to the stage. There, just inside the entrance curtain, stands Hannah Kristian. The Norwegian American Army veteran stands motionless, gazing out at the empty arena. She's clad in an unzipped black leather Army jacket, a white "The Fire Spirits" t-shirt beneath, studded leather belt around her waist, blue denim jeans, and steel toed combat boots on her feet. The bandaging around her head is gone, but the US flag bandana still remains. Per usual, her dog tags hang from a chain around her neck.]

HANNAH: It's quiet now; peaceful. It's surreal, really; knowing the havoc that promises to unfold when the lights are turned on and a few hundred diehard fans pour into the building.

[Hannah paces to the right side of the stage, where she leans against the guardrail; gazing down at the ring and the floor seats below.]

HANNAH: In just two short months, so much blood has been shed across [points] that ring, in the laps of rabid bloodthirsty fans, and even backstage. We have battled through immense pain and suffering, stitches and bandages...

For revenge, for glory, or in some cases for the fun of it. And now...

[She falls silent a moment, soaking in the quietude; before pacing to the left side of the stage where she leans against its guardrail too.]

HANNAH: Blood and Steel Chairs...

[She nods her head.]

HANNAH: It's here.

[...]

HANNAH: In just three days' time, the biggest show in The Pitt's fledgeling existence will be upon us.

[She gestures around her.]

HANNAH: The lights will come on, and the front doors will be opened. Fans of all ages will line up at the merchandise table, eager to buy their favorite wrestler's latest shirt, Blu-Ray, or maybe even Jenny Beck's CD. And if you ask nicely, she might just sign it for you too. But alas...

[She holds her hands out at her sides, palms up.]

HANNAH: Here we are. JJ Brine versus Hannah Kristian for the WildKard Championship.

[A smile spreads across Hannah's lips, as she steps away from the railing and back toward the entranceway steps. Hannah begins a slow, methodical walk down those steps, opting to take a seat on the steps near the bottom.]

HANNAH: In truth, I thought my dreams of championship gold were fucked for now. I thought I'd have to scratch and claw my way back up all over again. And then maybe once I got back to the top once more, I'd get knocked right back down all over again. It would be par for the course, after all.

[Hannah tilts her head back.]

HANNAH: But the gods will not deny me this time, for I have a second chance! Rather than being denied a shot at championship gold for the past year and a half by outside forces; my fate is at long last within my own hands!

[Lowering her head back to normal, she leans forward, that smile peaking ever so slightly in a grin.]

HANNAH: Just as your fate is within my hands, JJ!

[Rising to her feet, Hannah walks down the remainder of steps to the ringside area. There she paces around a bit, before rolling into the ring and rising to her feet in an instant. Hannah continues to pace around a bit, the controlled rage within her blue eyes beginning to flare up.]

HANNAH: I know you'd love nothing more than to rip that belt out of my grasp, to prevent me from proving at last that Hannah Kristian is a worthy champion!

[She suddenly stops dead in her tracks.]

HANNAH: For all the blood, all the pain, the stitches, the bandages, for the women who've gone, and those who took their place; the last two months will pale in comparison to the level of violence that The Pitt will bear witness to in just three days' time.

[Hannah walks to the ropes, resting her foot on it as she gazes into the lens.]

HANNAH: That's right JJ Brine, I know your ways. I've been watching you carve a path of destruction through the roster. Who can forget seeing you break Brandi Blaze' hand? Who can forget the war that you and Erica Vargas had on the last show? If there's one thing you and I have in common, it's that we're both WildKards.

[Hannah nods her head again.]

HANNAH: You heard me. No woman has managed to pin either of our respective shoulders to the mat. None have found a way to force us to tap out. You're unpredictable. You're as violent as they come. The only thing I expect from you when that bell rings and we face off against one another...

Is the gods damned kitchen sink.

[She pushes away from the ropes, pacing around a bit again before doing a few backward stretches - as if preparing for the imminent war to ensue.]

HANNAH: But you watch the tape of my matches, Brine. Or don't, I don't really give a fuck. Point is, no matter how tough my opponents have been - and they all gave me everything I could have possibly bargained for and them some; I always found a way to pull out the win.

My fate is within my own hands.

[Hannah then rolls back out of the ring again.]

HANNAH: So throw your kitchen sink at me, Brine. Hell, throw a hundred kitchen sinks at me; I don't really give a shit. But through the blood, through the pain, I'll keep coming at you. But I'm not just coming for the WildKard Championship, oh no...

[Hannah shakes her head, that smile spreading across her porcelain face once more.]

HANNAH: See it's high time somebody puts a stop to your path of destruction, Brine. It's high time somebody teaches you a lesson that you won't soon forget! Contrary to what might be swirlin' around in that great big maggot infested skull of yours, we're not all your play toys to be fucked with and kicked around. There WILL be consequences for your actions!

[Hannah's fists close into tightly clenched fists, causing her each knuckles to crack as a result.]

HANNAH: You think you're the big bad JJ [finger quotes] "Motherfuckin'" Brine?!

[Hannah laughs freely at the thought.]

HANNAH: Well I'm the big bad HANNAH MOTHERFUCKIN' KRISTIAN! You want to be violent?! YOU WANT TO BREAK PEOPLE'S HANDS, YOU FUCKING CUNT?! Well get ready, Brine! GET READY, 'cause this registered lethal weapon is comin' to beat the ever living fuck outta' you!

[Hannah is in full on fight mode now. She leaps over the guardrail and starts making her way through the seating area, before stopping toward the camera once again.]

HANNAH: In the ring, on the floor, in the back, it don't matter! Bring your kitchen sink, Brine' 'cause you're gonna' need it to puke your fuckin' guts out by the time I'm through with you! I know it won't be easy, and I know I'll be hurting afterwards, but you bet your ass it'll be fun!

[That grin returns to her lips in full affect.]

HANNAH: For me, that is; not you! 'Cause if you think I'm just gonna' beat the shit out of you, and lose sight of the WildKard Title, you're wrong! See, I got the best of both worlds here, Brine!

[A final nod of her head.]

HANNAH: 'Cause after I've introduced you to some long overdue ass kickin', when your head's spinnin', and you're covered in your own blood and piss...

*CLAP!*

[She slaps her hands together loudly.]

HANNAH: BOOOOOM, KILL SHOT!

[Hannah then motions for the belt around her waist.]

HANNAH: WildKard Champion!

[She turns and starts to walks away, but stops again. This time though, she only turns her head to look back at the lens.]

HANNAH: Or maybe I'll just tap your motherfuckin' ass out.

[She has a chuckle at the thought. Out.]

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