Match #6 Claire Hawkins vs Wylde Rose

[WhosBadNowBoys1]

Good Luck!  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Evacuate the Dancefloor by Cascada began to play as the crowd popped. Wylde Rose was back! Claire was back! what a joyous match!. Wylde walked out from the back and immediately did a half spin,executing a flawless handstand,holding it for a couple seconds before putting her feet back on the stagew and taking a few steps back.

Wylde was very happy to be back,and she was showing it. Big smile,she was practically exploding with energy. ANd the fans were feeding her moree,as they cheered the smallest Rose. She would run forward,and swiftly switch so she could do a series of back handsprings leading towards the ring,which had a trampoline on the outside for her entrance. Bouncing off the trampoline,she would misty flip over the ropes,and landing on her feet. The Crowd Cheered for the former world athlete.Wylde would jump up on a turnbuckle and wait for her legendary opponent.  

[Claire Hawkins]

The lights completely went out and the crowd hushed as and excited anticipation overtook them. Well, except for the one person that always has to shout "WOOOO!" at every wrestling event as if it their sworn duty to do so. Every. Freaking. Time. Seriously now, figure something else out you can do. However a hissing sound cut through the darkness and the all too familiar words seemed to sear themselves onto the giant screen of the titantron that hung above the stage. Now not everyone picked up upon it, but those that actually watched the screen could actually see a new phrase added to the list. It was those same few that quickly grasped the concept that something new was going to be upon them.

Endless Forms Most Beautiful
Make your move
It all ends now
Scream your heart out
This is where you find your ending
Welcome to a death surrending
MITTERNACHT!

The words glowed upon the screen for several moments before simply fading back to black with the same hissing sound that originally had when they appeared in the first place. Wit the brightness of those words no longer illuminating the arena, the fans were once again enveloped within the silent and chilling embrace of the darkness. Those that were afraid of the dark did not have to wait long to once again bathe in the illumination of the screen. Only this time a single silver colored star faded into view upon the screen. Slowly the sliver star began to turn red from the center outwards. Once the star was completely red, it darkened to a dark reddish color before slowly dripping down to towards the bottom of the screen. Well maybe it wasn't so slow, but this seemed to fill a 30 second time in which music faded it and picked up. Picked up it did! As soon as the music picked up, a large jet of flame shot upwards from the center of the stage to bathe the entire arena in a blinding illumination of destruction!

Yours is an empty Hope by Nightwish

Tear me to bits enjoy the scene
Of screen name verbal vanity
Churning the words imbued in filth
Your tongue oily water under my bridge

You have the world, it's all for you
I wish you'd find the lost in you
Grateful for the pain, it proves we're alive
Can you feel it

I can't make you want the truth
It's up to you

Yours is an empty hope


As the music played on, the flame died down the arena slowly began to darken once again with the flame's retreat. Once the flame had died down to nothing more then a mere shade of it's once mighty self, something began to rise up from beneath the stage! As the thing rose up it became clear to those that could see clearly that this thing was not a thing but a person! It just wasn't any person, but it was the one that they had been promised, the one that they had all been hoping it was, who they so desperately desired it to be. The WWF Hall of Fame member. The Umbra Goddess. The Witch herself, Claire Hawkins! Upon seeing this, those that could see began to cheer! Much like a plague, the excitement quickly spread to the others and by the time she had completely risen up and was level with the stage, the crowd was up on their feet in a frenzy or looking on is a mixture of awe and surprise. Nonetheless it was apparent by the steely scowl on her face that she was unfazed by the reactions of those around her. In fact, after several moments, she began her steady walk down the ramp. Her crimson eyes not once straying from her opponent as it was clear she was fully focused on the match before her. She never once hesitated nor sped up as she walked, a lone spot light upon her. She was making it very clear that she was allowing her foe to think, to actually think about just what they were going to get themselves into. Something that was not going to be very pleasant for them. Not if she had her way. Once she made it down to the ring side area, Claire stopped and began to undo the coat she wore over her ring gear. All the while her eyes never deviating from her target. This wasn't some kind of flirtation nor some sort of obsessiveness. She was making it clear that she had every intention of hurting the fool that stood in the ring before her if she was given the chance. It was the very same lack of compassion that had garnered her the respect and fear of being one of the most dangerous women to ever compete within the confines of a wrestling ring, or as the cases might have had it outside of the ring as well. Regardless, Claire slid the jacket off of her person and allowed it to fall to the floor without a second thought. As soon as it hit the floor, flames suddenly shot upwards into the air in the same blinding fashion as the original flame had done upon the stage. Only this time the flames died down far faster and the lights within the arena were lit instead of fading back to utter darkness.

"Ladies and Gentleman I present to you, from Salem Massachusetts, the Witch..........CLAIRE HAWKINS!"

Once she was announced, Claire walked over to the steel steps with her same steady pace and with one eye on her foe. She wasn't looking directly at her mind you, just enough to let her know that she was fully expecting anything to happen. Including any ambush attempts before this match was officially underway. Soon she made it to the steel steps and she climbed them, her eyes fully back upon her foe. Claire stepped onto the arpon and ascended the outside of that corner from the right side. She stopped her climb once her left foot was on the top rope while her right was sitting neatly upon the middle one. Placing her in a precarious position, but yet allowing her to respond to an attack should that event happen. From atop her perch, Claire looked down across the ring upon her foe and extended her arms fully out to their full wing span. She then rotated her hand so that he palms were facing upwards and simply snapped her fingers. upon the snap of those fingers a small fireball shot upwards from each hand! Once that little bit of her show was done, Claire dropped down into the ring and awaited for the traditional ringing of the bell for the match to begin.

 

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde was not so devious as all that. But she would try to shake the witches hand to start the ,match off. She always was a sport,if very naive, Wylde had her arm outstretched as the bell rang

Ding!...Ding!  

[Claire Hawkins]

Claire watched as Wylde moved to the center of the ring as the referee called for the bell, and extend out her hand as said bell echoed throughout the arena. With her eyes focused on Wylde and her offer of sportsmanship before the match, Claire slowly stepped forward till she was within arm's reach of her target. She then did something that seemed to go against the cold, merciless demeanor that she had been giving off thus far. She clasped the hand of her opponent and gave it a single shake! However any warm feelings that might have been stirred by that action were quickly cut off as Claire attempted to suddenly pull Wylde close and drive a vicious forearm shot filled with bad intentions right into the right side of the youngest Rose's skull!  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde would turn around and stagger back,holding her face as the crowd began to relentlessly boo the unsportsmanlike manuever!  

[Claire Hawkins]

Those that were making themselves hoarse with their furious boos must have been quite new and had never see her in action, because Claire was never known to shake hands with somebody during the match. It would leave her open to attack, as Wylde had just found out. If one wanted to shake hands it was best to do so either before the match started in the backstage area, or after the match after beating respect into each other. Regardless, with her foe's back now to her, Claire dove forward and attempted to take Wylde down with a chop block to the back of her left leg!  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde would writhe on the floor,one hand on her leg and one on her face. This witch was targeting her leg ,which was smart,because she was a high-flyer. Claire had done her homework,and it showed as Wylde was in big trouble early  

[Claire Hawkins]

After hitting the chop block, Claire pushed herself up and regained her vertical base. With Wylde only partially protecting herself at the moment, Claire opted to continue attacking the left leg. She would reach down and attempt to grab onto Wylde's left ankle, extend her leg out, and then drop an elbow down up the knee!  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde would scream in pain and try to scoot towards a turnbuckle  

[Claire Hawkins]

Upon hearing the ever sweet sound of somebody screaming in pain, Claire sat up after dropping the elbow and let go of her grip upon Wylde. Allowing the woman to begin scooting desperately towards the imagined safety of the corner. Quite confident in her control of the match thus far, Claire climbed back up to her feet and proceeded to follow after Wylde as she made her way to the corner. Once Wylde backed herself into the corner, Claire leapt into action (literally!) and attempted to plant the soles of her boots into Wylde's chest with a little front dropkick!  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde would roll out of the way of the drop kick, falling out onto the floor.  

[Claire Hawkins]

Claire missed her kick, and landed on the canvas. Hissing in irritation, the Witch sat up and took a moment to breathe before rolling out of the ring after her foe. Once she was outside, Claire would attempt to blast Wylde clear in the ribs with a quick stomp.  

[Mirai Clepsydra]

Wylde screamed I pain as the stomp is landed with malicious intent.  

[Claire Hawkins]

With the boot hitting it's mark, Claire would look to follow up. How? BY attempting to reach down, drag Wylde up, and toss her into the barricade! Ruthless!