Cartier v Overton

[UKWF]

Post your RPs for the match below. 2RP cap, max. 500 words per RP.

[Hazel Overton]

The afternoon sun was peaking through third floor window of Hazel Overton's apartment. Her afternoon nap was just coming to an end as the beam of golden light shined on her face.

"Can someone shut the fucking light off? I am trying to sleep here."

She mutters underneath her breath as the door leading into her bedroom cracked open. Ashley Fairchild, her best friend, walked into the bedroom munching on a chicken drumstick and looking at the sleeping Hazel.

"Hazel, are you ever going to get up? We do have plans today."

Ashley mumbles while chewing on the skin and meat of the drumstick. Hazel groans while rolling over onto her side as she leaned her head back to see Ashley. 

"The only plans I am aware of are the plans I have for when I step back inside an UKWF ring. How dare they keep me on the fucking sidelines in favor of two boring pigheaded foreskins. My talent should not be wasted on some wooden bench near the backstage area. I belong inside that ring kicking serious ass."

An irate Hazel says while laying her head back down onto the plush pillow underneath her. Ashley nodded her head while looking at Hazel.

"I completely agree with you and so does the new management."

Hazel shoots up from her pillow and sits straight up. Her hair looks like a hot mess but she doesn't seem to care. 

"What in the fucking hell are you talking about Ashley?"

"You have been booked in a match against some good too shoes who defeated some model wanna be last week at Showdown. Her name is Salem Cartier and from what I gathered off her little profile on the UKWF website. She has the same exact wrestling experience as you do Hazel. Although, she is wild with her abilities and doesn't seem to be in control of her own surroundings."

A sinister grin comes across the lips of Hazel as she slowly rubs her chin with her hand. 

"This does sound promising Ashley. It sounds like Hazel found herself a new torture victim. Salem Cartier will come to realize that her defeating that Bianca Davis bimbo will be the only highlight she manages to obtain here in the UKWF. Since my return, I have vowed to be more ruthless with my aggression and have more precision with my striking techniques. Salem won't even know what hit her after she get a full dosage of me in her system. She and all these penniless sad sacks are going to see that I, Hazel Overton, am not the bitch you want to fuck with these days. So Salem bring all that you got in that pathetic body of yours because it's all you will need to stop me. But don't get to comfortable Salem because I will do everything in power to leave your punk bitch ass IN A HAZE. Catch ya soon bitch bait."

Hazel let's out a maniacl laugh as the scene slowly begins to fade.

[tnt]

"Another show, another opponent...that's how this works. My UKWF trek continues, this wild British journey goes right along, what fun to have! The Canadian Witch in London, sounds like a horror movie, right? It could very well be a horror show for my opponent this week. Hazel Overton, right? I'm not sure if your eyes are hazel, but this match will be over quick. I plan on getting in there and putting on one heck of a show for all the fans in London. The people that buy a ticket to come see good ol' Sal Gal, you know what I mean? And your eyes may as well be brown if you think you're going to defeat me. Full of something, maybe? I'm not just a witch... I'm THE Witch. The witch that's over by a ton and you're just Hazel Overton. Witch Hazel, that's kinda funny, get it?"

Salem mugged for the camera.

"And you may as well have some witch hazel on hand and apply it liberally after I hand you a magical butt whooping. Its astringent antiinflammatory properties will be just the thing for all those boo-boos on your skin. Oh, I'm not a cruel witch, Little Miss Hazy Shade of Winter! I'm just factual. And from what I gather you've plied most of your trade managing your sister, Candy. What was it, one day you just decided to step out of her shadow and be your own woman? Well, I've got an older sister and I know how oppressive that can be."

She rolled her eyes.

"But I don't bristle up and act tough in front of a camera when it's go time. Have you seen me in action? I am tough. I am the real deal. I'm Salem Cartier, and you're not. I guess this was the part where you thought you'd turn your UKWF career around at my expense? I'm sorry that's just not going to happen, and to paraphrase the immortal words of Al Pacino.... I'm just getting started, I'm just getting warmed up, baby! And you, you'll just be hot... Burning up and seeing red after I beat you in the middle of the ring. So seriously, don't sleep on the witch hazel. You're going to need it, I just know it, babe. See you soon! 'Tis the Season!

[Hazel Overton]

The sound of fists pounding on a heavy bag echoes throughout the small apartment in downtown London. Hazel Overton was getting a last minute workout in before heading to the arena for her Faceoff match with Salem Cartier. Hazel had heard what Salem had said and it lit a fire under Hazel's backside. Her hands were pounding on the heavy bag as her long black hair was tied up into pig tails. 

"Tough? What does this stupid cunt bitch know about being tough? She had what one match against a preppy bitch and automatically she decides to call herself a tough customer. Did she not watch old UKWF shows? I'm guessing no since her eyes haven't cleared from all the shit sitting on top of them. If you want to know how tough I am Salem then go watch my debut match against the big, burly bastard known as Stubby Harris. Go on, I can wait till you actually have any clue on what you are talking about when it comes to me."

Hazel continues to workout as beads of sweat just pour down the sides of her face. Her hands were beginning to hurt as Ashley walks into the small space with a clipboard in her hand.

"Did you get it Ash?"

Hazel asks while stopping for a brief moment.

"Yeah, I got it but I am still a little fuzzy on way you need this stupid thing. It didn't help Candy out at all."

"That's because my sister is incredibly stupid and couldn't do anything right without me. Salem wants to mention my sister like she knew the entire situation when in fact she knows nothing. Salem wants the entire world to think that she is some real witch with magical powers. Well, I got a newsflash for her. I'm not a witch but I can be her worse nightmare come true. Salem is going to find it very difficult to compete once I neutralize one of her limbs. She thinks I was oppressed by Candy. That is laughable considering without me, Candy wouldn't have had the long, luxurious career that she had. You see Salem, I don't need magical powers to make me a tough customer. That's because I am a tough customer. Don't believe me. Just ask those that I have faced. They'll tell you that I'm not the bitch to mess with here in UKWF. The fact we have the same experience level places us on an even playing field but that's how far the comparisons go. You can be the witch from Canada all you want Salem. Because come Faceoff you will learn that I'm not a witch by any stretch of the imagination. You will learn that I'm just the BITCH who can knock your teeth into the second row. This isn't over confidence like you think it is Salem. This is me putting you on notice. I hope you enjoyed your victory last time out because that's only victory you will get because I plan on leaving you in a Haze. Catch ya bitch ass soon."

Hazel laughs as she takes the clipboard into her hand and walks out of the room. The scene fades as Ashley lands a roundhouse kick on the bag as it sways back and forth. 

[tnt]

"I see a certain level of fire in you, Hazel. You're just all worked up and ready to go, aren't you? Mad as hell and you're not gonna take it anymore? You're seeing red just so angry, I'm worried you're gonna turn green and Hulk out on me. You're quite the hothead and you're mistaken about me. Especially if you think I'm just some sort of gimmick, all smoke and mirrors propping up some sort of insignificant shell of a person with mediocre skill."

She chuckled and raised her FGA Mid-Atlantic Legacy title up into view.

"Here's a news flash, there's wrestling going on outside of the borders of UKWF, Hazel. And this right here proves I just came off defeating Annie (Zellor) Dupree for this very belt. Have you heard of her? She's a multi-time celebrated champion across many promotions. Do you know who Jimmy Page is? I'm not talking about the famous British guitarist, I'm talking about an entity that's more animal than man, he lives and breathes wrestling and knows every dirty trick in the book. He's also a former World Champion, but by my last count he's never beaten me. So don't get into the game of "who have you fought, you must not be tough". If you want to get into that you'll find yourself severely lacking, babe."

She pats the belt and lays it aside.

"But even still, you want to run headlong into battle. You swear you're just going to cut through me like a hot knife through butter. Me? I'm not racing like a madman into this battle. Because even if we've been wrestling for about the same amount of time, you haven't learned a whole lot, have you? There's an old '80s movie featuring the eager rookie cop, and the wise old veteran cop. The veteran told the rookie a joke that was roughly this: 'There's two bulls standing on top of a mountain. The younger one says to the older one: "Hey pop, let's say we run down there and bang one of them cows". The older one says: "No son. Lets walk down and bang 'em all".'

Salem smirked at the camera, making gun fingers and shooting the screen.

"I'm not just in UKWF to scramble down to the ring to dispose of Hazel Overton in breakneck haphazard fashion. I'm walking into London to beat Hazel, and everybody else on this roster you put in front of me in due time. I see the big picture, and I'm going through every last one of you until my hand is raised and I'm the champion of the whole shebang. Stella's worst nightmare realized. There's no shame in losing a hard fought match, but there is much shame in disrespecting and underestimating your opponent. I respect your skill, and I'm not overlooking you. But the Witch is on a methodical march and you will get trampled. Sorry."