#notYOURguardian

The scene fades in to reveal to appears to be a small and predominantly empty warehouse; the old concrete floor as cold and bleak as the old tin that ultimately made up the structure. Yet, despite the apparent age and layers of dust, there sat a surprisingly newish looking wrestling ring. For all intents and purposes, it appeared that a rumor pertaining to the location of the United Championship Wrestling's Reunion show was true; it was in a rundown little hovel within the city limits of Chicago, Illinois. Well, the city and state had been already been confirmed when the official details were released.

Regardless of rumors or not, the still silence of the location was truly serene in its way. Well, it was until the unmistakable squealing of rust-ridden wheels scrapping along even rustier tracks shattered that serenity. Fluidly rotating to the where the sound had originated from, the camera caught sight of a partially open door with the silhouette of a person standing amidst the entryway. By the time the camera had adjusted to the sudden overexposure from the outside world, the rhythmic footfalls of the person had already advanced well into the range of the camera's focus. The one responsible for the intrusion was none other than Guardian-turned-Culture Shock member, Claire Hawkins; The Witch of Action Wrestling.

Claire, clad in what could only be one of her many Metal inspire outfits and a small duffle bag slung over her right shoulder, ignored the camera as she made her way over to the apron of the ring with strides deliberately meant to leave the area as undisturbed as possible; an exemplary feat when considering the location. A simple phrase leaving her lips as she passed by.

"What a fuckin' shithole."

Without the slightest outward indication of acknowledgment that she had spoken, Claire pressed the palms of her hands against the corner of the apron as she came to a stop. After a few silently tense moments, she pushed herself away from the apron and took a step backward; crimson eyes observing the reality before her.

"So this is the place; the place where the legend of the YOU-SEA-EYE began.

What a shithole."

Repeating the words she had spoken mere moments ago, only in more of a paraphrased form, Claire flashed the camera a mischievous grin before she darted forward; sliding into the ring. With just the simple confirmation the tone was set. leaving the duffle bag laying on the canvas as she stood, Claire turned to face the camera once more; the mischievous smile replaced by a frigid sneer.

"Welcome one and all, to the hallowed hall of which the plague known as the YOU-SEA-EYE was borne.

Where the infallible Guardians were formed.

Where MY ceaseless torment stems.

You see, my brain dead little meat puppets, if it were not for the inception of this federation the Guardians would never have existed nor would they have succumbed to the temptations of greed and the allures of glory; the things in which truly rot them from the inside out. If it were not for the success of this place and the subsequent success that they found, YOUR Guardians would still very much be together. If it wasn't for that taste of success and the desperation to reclaim it, Wade would have never hit Bonnie with that ill-fated chair. Bonnie wouldn't have vanished only to appear once more within the confines of the DUB-SEE-EFF; within the clutches of one John Rabid. Alex Richards wouldn't have out-right abandoned L Verez only to end up being the one abandoned by Bonnie in the DUB-SEA-EFF. L Verez would NEVER have sought out new Guardians to fill the irreparable void that here so-called FRIENDS had left.

If not for this little shithole, I wouldn't be diving headlong into the very things that destroyed them."

With the volatile combination of vitriol in her voice and fury in her eyes threatening to crack open the frigid mask she wore, Claire leaned down and outstretched her left hand to the duffle bag she had left upon the dusty canvas. With an unmatch fluidity of her wrist, she unzipped the duffle bag before reaching inside to pull out something those fans of the UCI had not seen in a UCI ring in quite a long time; the UCI Television Championship. With both the golden faceplate and the vibrant strap it was attached shining brightly in the light, Claire draped the mesmerizing memory piece atop the top rope.

"Remember this?

The YOU-SEE-EYE Television Championship?

This is one of those things, albeit not directly, that broke apart YOUR beloved Guardians and it is why I am here; to put the remaining pieces of this company to rest. As the LAST Guardian, I have an obligation to lay the phantoms of the past to rest so that those that came before can move on. Even if that means that I have to risk life and limb for something trivial and pathetic as the YOU-SEE-EYE'S ACTUAL World Championship.

Does it sound like utter nonsense?

Yes, and it is something that I am keenly aware of. Yet, if I'm not the one to do this task then
who will?

Kyle Cameron?

Umeji?

Kuno Kenji?

Yea-no.

Not over my dead, rotting, pale fuckin' carcass."

Taking a step back away from the ropes, Claire raised her left hand up with a flourish before the snapping of her fingers echoed throughout the warehouse; the images of Kyle Cameron, Umeji, and Kuno Kenji appearing within the ring.

"Kyle Cameron; you're basically the sole soul that I have heard of that was truly desperate enough to the point that you willingly deluded yourself into thinking that this ACTUAL World Championship was actually something worth half a shit. Of course, SHadowlove was also mentioned on serval occasions. However, given how much of a tragic failure this new attitude of yours has been, I can believe that you're that much of a brainless shill.

A brainless shill whom I shall be driving through a fuckin' table to win this damn match."

Snapping her fingers once more, the image of Cameron burst into dust and fell into a heap upon the already dusty canvas.

"Umeji; Didn't you end up falling off the face of the wrestling world once you lost some YOU-SEE-EYE related match in Action Wrestling? Was it the YOU-SEA-EYE unification ladder match at Evolution or was it some random one-off afterward?

Well whatever, you're utter irrelevant Japanese ass is going through a table as well; fuckin' simple as that."

With the third snapping of her fingers from her left hand, the image of Umeji followed after suit; bursting into dust in order to fall into a pile upon the canvas. Clearly, the symbolism behind these occourances was that she was going to "sweep" them and attain victory. Yet, there was still one left.

"Kuno Kenji: the pointlessly......the fuck are you? Some sort of weeb motherfucker trying to garner attention by dressing up as a cat? Are you fuckin' serious? THAT is the BEST you could come up with? I understand that this fucking match is basically a joke, but FUCK! At least PRETEND like you give a shit.

Fuckin' whatever; you're going through a table as well. Not only for my victory but to fuckin' make Bob Barker proud by neutering you in the process."

Instead of turning the image of Kuno into dust as she had done with the previous two, Claire used the thumb and index finger of her left hand to pinch the bridge of her nose; clearly, she couldn't believe what she had just said either. After taking a moment to slowly inhale and exhale several times, Claire abruptly clapped her hands and looked into the camera; a slight shaking of her head as she did so.

"Ya know what, fuck this shit. I gotta fly out to Mexico as soon as this fuckin' torturefest is over with. So just do EVERYONE a favor and put your damnselves through a table so I can win and catch my flight. Cause we all KNOW that the three of you fuckers are going to fade back into obscurity regardless.

So yeah; Quoth the Witch Forevermore and whatever.

Fuck, I gotta get outta this shithole."

WIth those casual insults made in a manner more nonchalant then one might have been expecting from her, the camera fades out as the image of Claire shaking her head in disapproval was the last thing to be seen. Needless to say, after a few seconds of the unending bleakness of the void, the all too familiar shrill of the Banshee could be heard just before the final second arrived upon the video player.