The Art of Pure Confidence | Rumble #1

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The opening scene begins within the small home apartment belonging to one Hannah Rockford, the television hanging upon a wall is playing an old Seth Dillinger promo; one of last year's Rumble promo's - "Seth's Dope Ass ChocoPB Pie". The sound of a blender is heard in the background as the camera pans over to the kitchen area and we're met with Hannah Rockford, dressed in a bright pink chef apron covered in a multitude of ingredients. She runs her hands through her hair, pushing it back behind her shoulders.

Hannah Rockford: I must say, this already looks delicious. I wonder what it's going to be like when I finally get it in the oven.

Hannah then takes notice to the camera that records her (or the softcam so we don't piss off Mongo) and is, at first, a bit startled but she composes herself and smiles to the camera.

Hannah Rockford: I wasn't expecting you here so soon, you've caught me making a recipe that I've been doing for the last year. Not once has it gotten old either! I know you've had your battles with Jason, but thanks, Seth. This has been my favorite desert to make!

Hannah takes the Chocolate Peanut Butter Pie and places it into the fridge, leaving it in there to set for an hour as she pulls her phone out from her pockets and sets the timer for the hour. Hannah then takes her hands and runs it through some water, cleaning up the excess Cool Whip cream and sugar from her hands.

Hannah Rockford: Now I know why you're here, it's fairly obvious. Believe me, this is something I've never done before and I never thought I'd ever do it since it was never something you needed to do in Japan. This is new grounds I'm stepping on so if I do sound like a broken record player, just bare with me. Knowing some of the people in this match, they'll take one look at me and think to themselves-

Hannah turns the tap off and dries her hands with the nearby hand towel.

Hannah Rockford: -she's not worth my time! She'll never be a favorite to winning this match.

Hannah throws the hand towel down onto the kitchen top counter and heads into the sitting room area of the apartment, pressing pause on the promo that was still playing in the background.

Hannah Rockford: I know that. I know that the odds of me coming close to winning wouldn't be anywhere near how Anthony Caffrey or Death Trap or even the X*Crown Champion himself, Zoran Sainovic. Realistically, I'd be ranked at the bottom of the barrel amongst a lot of other people, but does that mean I'm not going to try and be a little bit successful? Hell no!

Hannah chuckles to herself as she takes a seat down on the sofa.

Hannah Rockford: The Rumble, or just any match that's like a Battle Royal are matches I've never thought I'd take part in, usually I'd sit back and watch Jason do all this crazy shit he did. For him, it wasn't about seeing if he could try... It was all about if he'll die trying to win. That's what made him special, even though most of the time you would think he died trying, he'd always get back up and go for another round. That's why he was always chasing the top prizes so often, he never wanted to give up and he never wanted to give in-

Hannah looks to zone out, remembering the night where Maverick became the X-Crown Champion at A Very AWF Christmas just a few months ago.

Hannah Rockford: -and in the end, it all paid off for him. But that is the past, those are the fond memories I'll live for and hope to recreate for myself. Sadly, I've got about forty to fifty plus men and women... and stuffed cat dolls I need to get through. Who I'm really concerned about is Zoran Sainovic. You know... The current reigning and defending XHF X*Crown Champion? Yeah, him!

Hannah remembers the person she pinned and beat to hold that prize, how awkward this could be right now to say something about him.

Hannah Rockford: Zoran, let me just take my time to say hello to you. My name is Hannah, and I know you might not know me but I'm the girlfriend of the guy you beat for that title there. Once again, hiya... Hello... Guten Tag! I know that you're probably in your office right now watching this and laughing your head off that I am here talking about you, a bit of a nobody with the only known thing about me is dating Jason.

Hannah scratches her head a little.

Hannah Rockford: But I just wanted to take some time to congratulate you on winning the X*Crown Championship, coming out of nowhere and surprising a lot of people since you were the second least favorite in that match. I like to tend I'd recreate that success but we'll have to see where it'll lead us. But I've had the opportunity to watch some recent episodes of SWAT recently, and with what I've recently seen from you... I'm not going to lie, it's not the same Zoran Sainovic I watched on the lead up to Supremacy. You seemed so bubbly, you seemed so nice, you seemed like someone who was acting out as a hero and now when I see you, you've become this cocky and arrogant man who's built himself an ego over winning the biggest prize in the XHF right now.

Hannah Rockford: Don't get me wrong, it seems to happen to the best of the X-Crown Champions in recent memory. Take a look at Subject #42, he was a good gu- monster of a man but once he was soaking in the glory of being X-Crown Champion, he was turning into what a monster would act like. Another example? The guy you beat for it, Maverick. He snapped out of his evil shenanigans on his last run for the title and won it, a few weeks later he was snapping people's arms and going back to his old ways. Sadly that same effect has come to you and now... You're a bit of an asshole.

Hannah sits up straight, her hands on her hips and her chest pushed out.

Hannah Rockford: Ze Kommissimar would never take zhis gorl's abuse. Zhe is nothing and will be nothing!

Hannah leans back, relaxing herself a bit more with a smile on her face going from ear to ear.

Hannah Rockford: You're really funny, Zoran, you really are. Seeing you ramble on and on and on about how you're the "final boss" of this Rumble is quite hilarious. You may be the X*Crown Champion, Zoran and you may enter last like every year beforehand, but you're no final boss. There is no final boss. Realistically, why would the final boss be someone like you? You've came from nowhere to being someone we try to care about, and guess what? Not a lot still care about you, only ones that do are the people who actually pay attention to SWAT and once again, that's not a lot.

Hannah Rockford: But I will give you something, Zoran, you've got pure confidence within yourself. With that X-Crown Championship, you've put in place to become the winner of the Rumble, only the second man to ever walk in and out with the title... That's pure confidence. You're making sure your voice gets heard, you're making sure everyone knows who you are, that's pure confidence. You're giving yourself the confidence of keeping that X-Crown for month's to come... Yeah, that's pure confidence.

As if paying homage to her lover, a slight devious smirk appears on Hannah's face as she looks to the camera.

Hannah Rockford: What isn't pure confidence is recycling an old promo from another man and turning it into your own, especially when you've copied from someone you hate so much you want to run a gauntlet of Global Events with them to see who's the best. What isn't pure confidence is telling others how great you are and how you'll go unpinned and unsubmitted throughout the year and yet is able to break a man's ankle before being dropped on his head with a very sloppy looking DDT. What isn't pure confidence is letting yourself on that you're the favorite because-

Once again, Hannah sits up straight, her hands on her hips and her chest pushed out.

Hannah Rockford: -I was Undisputed Champion for almost a year, even though my opponents were given "cotton candy title shots" therefore never deserved a chance to face me!

Hannah laughs at her own attempt at a Philadelphia accent, which as you could have guessed, didn't go down greatly. Unlike before, she stands up and heads out to the balcony of her apartment. As Hannah looks out to the quay of Wexford Town, she takes notice to the sun shining bright and the very few amount of people walking around with the current lockdown situation happening within Ireland.

Hannah Rockford: Come on, I think we all know who I was talking about there. Of course it's Anthony Caffrey, the biggest cunt in the XHF right now. How's that head of yours, Caffrey? As I was watching some SWAT episodes last night, I just happen to tune into your match with Syberius and well... You had it won, you had the match all yours for the taking, the title was fingertips of being yours. You had a tight fucking grip on that title, but just like the grip you had on Syberius' leg... You let it slip.

Hannah laughs under her breath, doing her best to hide it.

Hannah Rockford: I know, I know. You're going to turn around and tell me I've done nothing with my career, you're going to talk me down til I feel like shit, you're going to say that I don't come close in comparison to you. It's the same thing over and over again, it's always been that way. You sound like a broken record every time you talk. You need to get yourself over enough to make you look strong, lord knows you might do that in this match.

Hannah winks to the camera.

Hannah Rockford: Maybe you need to readjust yourself, maybe you need to fix yourself up and become a better man. Hey, after losing this title match in SWAT, you might do what you did when you lost the AXW title and act all sad and depressed and lonely. It's because you are. It's all you, you and you. Nobody else is important, nobody ever will be, everything's got to be about you. The Wrestling Emperor is the man that's got to be in everyone's mouth, nobody else. But you know what-

Out of nowhere, the sound of a timer is heard as Hannah heads into the kitchen and looks inside the oven. She places on some oven mitts onto her hands and opens up the oven, pulling out a tray of what look like cookies. Very familiar cookies to the XHF Network audience, they're Anthony Caffrey's "Stability Cookies". Hannah places the tray down onto the kitchen top counter and lets them cool down.

Hannah Rockford: As I was saying, Caffrey... There's one thing I have to congratulate you for. You are one of the most consistent working wrestlers in the XHF right now-

Again, that same smirk makes an appearance.

Hannah Rockford: -consistently fucking boring. So you can rant on and on and on about how you were robbed of that title or talk people down til they feel like they're worth nothing as you normally do but at the end of the day, Caffrey, nobody's going to want to listen to you talk out of your arse anymore. You need a wake up call, and if it has to be me to do it, I'll give you what you deserve for breaking Jason's neck two months ago, you bastard.

Hannah picks up one of the cookies and bites into it, she chews and her face is full of disgust. She finds a nearby bin and spits out the "cookie" into it, she grabs a glass and pours out water into it before taking a few gulps to take the taste out of her mouth.

Hannah Rockford: Jesus... Those cookies tasted exactly like how your personality is, Caffrey.

Hannah takes one more gulp of water before placing the glass down onto the counter.

Hannah Rockford: Like fucking shit.

With that said, the scene fades to black and transmission ends.