Post by Brad Windsor on Aug 2, 2011 12:58:14 GMT -5
“Barricades and Brick Walls” by Casey Chambers, Kahlan’s entrance theme begins to play and the entire arena come up onto their feet. The population is split dead on the middle into two factions. There are the fanatics and there are the haters. One half cheer with the maximum energy their lungs can muster with their “YEAHS!” and loud chants of “KAHLAN! KAHLAN! KAHLAN!” while another half boo as hard as they can, making their displeasure of the appearance well known. One thing is for certain from the explosive reception for the GHW’s female Fighty fighty person. Everybody has an opinion on her, and whether they love her or hate her, they just can’t ignore her. Being passive around the Ladder Queen is very much impossible. Her presence tingles at their deepest of feelings and for anyone who watches this brand, whether a hardcore fan or some casual viewer tuning in once in a while out of boredom, She is the Queen with the killer instincts. She is the one and only lady of the show. She is the star. She is the-
“-Whole DAMNED SEVEN STARS!”
Kahlan Clarkson One of the four people thrown into the mix at RWB along with the most decorated superstar in the current era of the company competing for the top prize is wearing a White T-shirt with a Black and Yellow Snakes and Ladders board designing its front, incorporating the phrases, “Mother Fighty fighty person” above and “Best Female Fighty fighty person Period” below the ten by ten board. Otherwise, the Englishwoman is in her wrestling gear, which consists of knee high leather boots painted in black and yellow and her black trunks with little yellow stars all the way around the waist. The Supernova brings her Mic hand up again as she continues to stand atop the ramp and gaze down at the audience around her who are still chanting her name.
“Cut my music. I have a confession to make. I already knew that come this Sunday Hayden would walk out of the Etihad arena still carrying the New Age title. It was obvious. How could I not see it? Why else, what other reason could have possibly been there apart from keeping Hayden the Company’s darling at the helm, when out of nowhere his opponent, the 2011 Nexus winner suddenly retires again just before the due date? What other reason could possibly be there when I, Kahlan, the most phenomenal wrestling sensation of this generation, the female fatale of our history issue a challenge to fill the place of the Metallic One and in return receive not a fair contested bout of one against one, but a deranged concept of backward wrestling within a chaotic situation synthesised to give Mr Hardkore all the tools to hang on onto something that he is trying to impersonate a persona for?”
Kahlan pauses looking around as if awaiting a response that she already know the answer for but is waiting to hear it from someone else. She begins to stroll down the path towards the Squared Circle in the middle of the building. She stares at the roped structure with hard eyes and the knot in her brows emphasises on the seriousness nature of the topic in discussion. The level of noise once again picks up as the Ladder Queen closes in on the sacred ground of professional wrestling and the back of her T-shirt is revealed for the first time. Mostly blank save for a crescent of seven black stars from one shoulder blade curving to the base of her neck to the other shoulder and a small yet focal three letter word underneath the crescent on her upper back, “CUT”. Kahlan reaches the steps leading up to the apron and regards the steel with a contemplating look. She slides a slender hand over the first and the lowest step while bending forward before she decides to step on it and over towards the canvas. She slips through into the ring and takes a casual saunter circling the perimeter of the ring, ending her walk in the centre of the square.
“You know what the problem is with wrestling nowadays? Do you know what my problem is with this whole mirage the Smarky era has put together which Hadyen Hardkore epitomises? It is the fact that GHW is no longer about the most fundamental basis the company or any other wrestling promotion was built on. That pure and simply is wrestling. This is no longer about wrestling. The notion of New Age is forgotten. New Age was about the best Fighty fighty persons of a Golden generation competing together for the most prestigious prize there was. What my problem with this whole set up is, is that the perception which I carried with myself three years ago when I signed my contract has proven to be wrong. Or at least it no longer exists. What infuriates me is the fact that a washed up old man, who has named himself after a Hollywood star, a man who was but a petite jobber in the Golden generation of our business has now found himself the right people to propel him into a position that is quite frankly too big for him. Hayden is a has been who never was. He isn’t a New Age. He is someone who is given a mask and he has worn that mask for so long that his fraud has even convinced him that he is truly the best this company has.”
Kahlan shakes her head in absolute denial. She moves to the side of the ring points at an attendee beckoning for a seat. She gets what she desires and sets the chair up in the middle of the ring for her to sit upon, getting to be comfortable. The whole proceeding hints that the Ladder Queen is just getting started and there is a lot more to be said. The repetitive chant of “Kahlan! Kahlan!” once again resurfaces while Clarkson takes her time chewing at the inside of her cheek looking perfectly at ease in the spotlight shinning directly on her from above. Suddenly her brows rise up as a realisation dawns upon her and she stands up to once more move towards the end of the ring facing the commentary table and the staff. She signals for something as she is obviously understood as someone quickly scoops up a water bottle and hands it over. Kahlan sits herself back down on the chair and unscrews the bottle. She takes a long swig and gulps down about a third of the liquid stuff before a Mic hand is raised again.
“I am angry. I am angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I stood by over this past year and allowed this disaster to take place. It is therefore my duty, my calling, my responsibility to set it straight. It is about time that I unleash the beast. As I’ve said before, a New Age mustn’t just be about a thick skin, some luck and the right people to keep happy. A new age must be about class, wisdom, superstardom and more importantly must be about wrestling. I do know now Dow Jones is the new Number One Contender for the New Age title, and I understand that. The boy deserves the recognition. He has had a bright start to his career here and we’re all impressed by it. But since I come to possess the invaluable sense of female intuition, and next to that I am a realist, I must speak up and say that throwing Jones against Hayden is like throwing a wounded infant against a white shark. Dow Jones won’t just face Hayden. He will have to go up against the entire corporation. He will have to face the might of entire office of crooked backstabbers and screwing puppet masters. Dow Jones is no match for Hayden.
I however, possess the vital skills that are very unique in nature. I have what it takes to risk it all and go guns blazing after the entire hierarchy of Glory and Honour wrestling wearing the mantle of the true saviour. I am like the mother of that wounded infant carrying a ripping machine gun in a submarine going after that massive white shark. On a much simpler note, I demand to relieve Dow Jones of his Number One contender status take his place to face Hayden Hardkore, to truly face him. One on one, with no bullshit attached to it. No more hypocrites clustering around falling easy prey for the likes of that man giving him the easy wins. No more made up stipulations that make you puke with overrated gimmick matches. What I demand is Hayden Hardkore and the precious New Age Title in a wrestling match. Because this is all this is about, wrestling. I think, no I know that I can beat Hayden and there is no buts to it. I may be a woman, but a woman who can out wit, out wrestle and out last Hayden in between these ropes, in this ring! I want this, and I want it now. I won’t leave until I get my match. Consider this as whatever you want, an ultimatum, a rebellion the fact is it is time for a true New Age and I can’t see non but me.”
Kahlan lowers her Mic and rests her wrist on her knee turning to look expectantly at the entrance ramp. When nothing happens for a short while she leans back into the chair putting a leg over the other making she as comfortable as she can be. She looks determined as she ever was, and her stubbornness is well documented for everyone to know that she isn’t going to go anywhere until she gets what she wants.
TBCB NICK CARSON
“-Whole DAMNED SEVEN STARS!”
Kahlan Clarkson One of the four people thrown into the mix at RWB along with the most decorated superstar in the current era of the company competing for the top prize is wearing a White T-shirt with a Black and Yellow Snakes and Ladders board designing its front, incorporating the phrases, “Mother Fighty fighty person” above and “Best Female Fighty fighty person Period” below the ten by ten board. Otherwise, the Englishwoman is in her wrestling gear, which consists of knee high leather boots painted in black and yellow and her black trunks with little yellow stars all the way around the waist. The Supernova brings her Mic hand up again as she continues to stand atop the ramp and gaze down at the audience around her who are still chanting her name.
“Cut my music. I have a confession to make. I already knew that come this Sunday Hayden would walk out of the Etihad arena still carrying the New Age title. It was obvious. How could I not see it? Why else, what other reason could have possibly been there apart from keeping Hayden the Company’s darling at the helm, when out of nowhere his opponent, the 2011 Nexus winner suddenly retires again just before the due date? What other reason could possibly be there when I, Kahlan, the most phenomenal wrestling sensation of this generation, the female fatale of our history issue a challenge to fill the place of the Metallic One and in return receive not a fair contested bout of one against one, but a deranged concept of backward wrestling within a chaotic situation synthesised to give Mr Hardkore all the tools to hang on onto something that he is trying to impersonate a persona for?”
Kahlan pauses looking around as if awaiting a response that she already know the answer for but is waiting to hear it from someone else. She begins to stroll down the path towards the Squared Circle in the middle of the building. She stares at the roped structure with hard eyes and the knot in her brows emphasises on the seriousness nature of the topic in discussion. The level of noise once again picks up as the Ladder Queen closes in on the sacred ground of professional wrestling and the back of her T-shirt is revealed for the first time. Mostly blank save for a crescent of seven black stars from one shoulder blade curving to the base of her neck to the other shoulder and a small yet focal three letter word underneath the crescent on her upper back, “CUT”. Kahlan reaches the steps leading up to the apron and regards the steel with a contemplating look. She slides a slender hand over the first and the lowest step while bending forward before she decides to step on it and over towards the canvas. She slips through into the ring and takes a casual saunter circling the perimeter of the ring, ending her walk in the centre of the square.
“You know what the problem is with wrestling nowadays? Do you know what my problem is with this whole mirage the Smarky era has put together which Hadyen Hardkore epitomises? It is the fact that GHW is no longer about the most fundamental basis the company or any other wrestling promotion was built on. That pure and simply is wrestling. This is no longer about wrestling. The notion of New Age is forgotten. New Age was about the best Fighty fighty persons of a Golden generation competing together for the most prestigious prize there was. What my problem with this whole set up is, is that the perception which I carried with myself three years ago when I signed my contract has proven to be wrong. Or at least it no longer exists. What infuriates me is the fact that a washed up old man, who has named himself after a Hollywood star, a man who was but a petite jobber in the Golden generation of our business has now found himself the right people to propel him into a position that is quite frankly too big for him. Hayden is a has been who never was. He isn’t a New Age. He is someone who is given a mask and he has worn that mask for so long that his fraud has even convinced him that he is truly the best this company has.”
Kahlan shakes her head in absolute denial. She moves to the side of the ring points at an attendee beckoning for a seat. She gets what she desires and sets the chair up in the middle of the ring for her to sit upon, getting to be comfortable. The whole proceeding hints that the Ladder Queen is just getting started and there is a lot more to be said. The repetitive chant of “Kahlan! Kahlan!” once again resurfaces while Clarkson takes her time chewing at the inside of her cheek looking perfectly at ease in the spotlight shinning directly on her from above. Suddenly her brows rise up as a realisation dawns upon her and she stands up to once more move towards the end of the ring facing the commentary table and the staff. She signals for something as she is obviously understood as someone quickly scoops up a water bottle and hands it over. Kahlan sits herself back down on the chair and unscrews the bottle. She takes a long swig and gulps down about a third of the liquid stuff before a Mic hand is raised again.
“I am angry. I am angry at myself for allowing this to happen. I stood by over this past year and allowed this disaster to take place. It is therefore my duty, my calling, my responsibility to set it straight. It is about time that I unleash the beast. As I’ve said before, a New Age mustn’t just be about a thick skin, some luck and the right people to keep happy. A new age must be about class, wisdom, superstardom and more importantly must be about wrestling. I do know now Dow Jones is the new Number One Contender for the New Age title, and I understand that. The boy deserves the recognition. He has had a bright start to his career here and we’re all impressed by it. But since I come to possess the invaluable sense of female intuition, and next to that I am a realist, I must speak up and say that throwing Jones against Hayden is like throwing a wounded infant against a white shark. Dow Jones won’t just face Hayden. He will have to go up against the entire corporation. He will have to face the might of entire office of crooked backstabbers and screwing puppet masters. Dow Jones is no match for Hayden.
I however, possess the vital skills that are very unique in nature. I have what it takes to risk it all and go guns blazing after the entire hierarchy of Glory and Honour wrestling wearing the mantle of the true saviour. I am like the mother of that wounded infant carrying a ripping machine gun in a submarine going after that massive white shark. On a much simpler note, I demand to relieve Dow Jones of his Number One contender status take his place to face Hayden Hardkore, to truly face him. One on one, with no bullshit attached to it. No more hypocrites clustering around falling easy prey for the likes of that man giving him the easy wins. No more made up stipulations that make you puke with overrated gimmick matches. What I demand is Hayden Hardkore and the precious New Age Title in a wrestling match. Because this is all this is about, wrestling. I think, no I know that I can beat Hayden and there is no buts to it. I may be a woman, but a woman who can out wit, out wrestle and out last Hayden in between these ropes, in this ring! I want this, and I want it now. I won’t leave until I get my match. Consider this as whatever you want, an ultimatum, a rebellion the fact is it is time for a true New Age and I can’t see non but me.”
Kahlan lowers her Mic and rests her wrist on her knee turning to look expectantly at the entrance ramp. When nothing happens for a short while she leans back into the chair putting a leg over the other making she as comfortable as she can be. She looks determined as she ever was, and her stubbornness is well documented for everyone to know that she isn’t going to go anywhere until she gets what she wants.
TBCB NICK CARSON
