Post by HJMMM on Dec 31, 2013 21:38:35 GMT -5
ChinLocked & Loaded, courtesy of BleacherReport.com
By Tad 'The Tool' Griswold / Retrieved on -- 12.26.13
Hello sports fans, Tad Griswold here, and tonight, I've got another hard-hitting interview for YOU, the WCF Galaxy!! Today's special guest is none other than companion of WCF Star, raYne, his 'Sissy' -- Hannah Jo Montana Malificent McMahon. Recently, I sat down with Hannah Jo to get a few words on raYne's match at ONE, the subsequent beat-down by ModDeuce, her signing on as raYne's manager... and much more. Full story, after the jump.
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BR: Hannah Jo, nice to have you.
HJ: Nice to be here, Tad. ... what kinda name is 'Tad' anywayz?
BR: A name given by vengeful parents. ANYWAY, after the events that transpired at ONE, it was spread throughout the web that you'd signed on as raYne's full-time manager. Is this true?
HJ: It is.
BR: And you two have a bit of history together, at least online. It's said that the two of you spoke via Skype since March... but hadn't actually met in person till the night ModDeuce laid into your friend with a crescent wrench.
HJ: First of all, $hane isn't just my 'friend'. He's my bestie. As well as my Bubby. And I am his Sissy.
BR: Fair enough. But what of the fact that the two of you hadn't even shared the same room, the same city, the same STATE... much less the same federation, until that fateful night, four nights ago, when you saved him from Moddie's attack?
HJ: That's true. That's all true. But it's also irrelevant. We have shared moments. We have grown to love one another more than our own flesh and blood family. And whenever he's down? Whenever he feels as if he could snap, or go into a deep depression? I'm the one that's there. With a smile. A smile that tears down the walls he builds around his heart. Around his soul. $hane is my brother. Yes, we'd never "met" till recently... but we met long ago. March 11th. Two-thousand Thirteen. We became friends. May 19th? We became more. And December 23rd? We became a duo. A power couple. A couple that WILL go down in WCF history as two people that made change happen. You can talk about how little we may know about eachother... but we know enough. Enough to know that this was meant to be from the get-go. And nobody's going to prove to us otherwise.
BR: Fine, fine... That attack. Regardless of how close the two of you may have been as far as distance is concerned, that attack had to make your blood curdle. Witnessing it only feet away from your 'Bubby'.
HJ: You're damn right. As soon as the match was over, hell, the bell hadn't even stopped RINGING yet... and that bastard took a fucking WRENCH to $hane's skull. $hane told that dick that he wouldn't pull something like that. $hane is above that shit. But Moddie obviously isn't. He had absolutely no qualms with taking a TOOL to $hane's face, when my bubby wouldn't dare use anything other than his own fists, feet, and body. Sure as hell not AFTER a match. Yeah, he might do what he has to do to get the win. Steel chairs, kendo sticks... a certain black baseball bat. But that BASTARD went too damned far. I don't CARE if it was his "home". The asshole should get an apartment. $hane may have blown the thing into seven different continents, scattered ash and twisted metal... but he never ONCE laid more than a finger on that fuckwit.
BR: After all of that, after seeing the beat-down first hand, you attempted to challenge ModDeuce while your 'brother' recouperates. But, things didn't go as you'd hoped, did they?
HJ: No... no, they didn't. He didn't accept the challenge. Because he is afraid. Plain and simple. Why do you think he had to use a wrench? Why do you think he wants nothing more to do with $hane... Mod called him an "it". A "thing". And he expects me to just let ALL of that slide? $hane means the world to me, and when I try to take up for him, what do I get from Mod? Excuses. He "respects" my anger. That's cool. That's great. That's just fine. Too bad I don't respect him. After what he did, he PROVED he's nothing more than a chickenshit. A clear cut coward. A plain as day, punk-ass BITCH. $hane gave that match his all. Every ounce of sweat, every drop of blood. Yes, he came up short. But we all do, once in a while. It was his first match in three years. And it was on the biggest stage of them all. Which means his nerves were at an all-time high. I'm not making excuses for him, I'm just stating facts. He put in work, busted his ass, and gave Mod everything he had. Deuce came out the victor. Fine, that's JUST fine. If that woulda been it, we would have been cool. I could have respected him as a competitor, and after he left that ring, I would have come down just to check on my Bubby. And to make sure he knew I was...
(At this point, Hannah became a bit upset, flustered. The interview paused for a moment or two as she regained her composure.)
BR: It seems like all of this is very touchy territory for you.
HJ: What do you expect? Going into that match, talking with $hane each day via Skype, making sure he was prepared... I could see it in his eyes. Passion. Something that had been gone for a very, very long time. And going into Sunday? I honestly had a measure of respect for Deuce. I could see why he'd be angered, but I expected him to fight fire with fire. To trash something of raYne's. SomeTHING. I didn't expect that. $hane's face dripped blood like water from a faucet. It gushed onto the canvas, and that MONSTER could do nothing but smile. So as far as respect? Fuck him. Fuck him and the truck he drove in on.
BR: Mod mentioned that he expects raYne to just accept the consequences and move on--
HJ: MOVE ON? raYne is laying in a HOSPITAL BED. His face is bandaged, he can barely move much of his body... and Douche expects him to move on? He gives these false wishes of recovery... Mod, you talk about "being a man"... a MAN doesn't need a wrench to fight his battles for him. You need to use a tool to fight in place of your own two hands, yet you belittle $hane for having me do the same? Newflash, bitch. $hane didn't have me do jack. I stepped up to the plate. And you took your ball, and went home. All there is to it.
BR: Mod believes you're interfering with business that's personal between him and raYne. Business he feels is finished.
HJ: It's far, FAR, from finished. And the second he took things a step further? That's the moment this became personal between him... and me. And I will not let him simply "move on". He speaks of 'scorched earth'. He knows nothing of the sort. But I do. I know how to truly make someone suffer. How to bend them. How to break them. He puts on this front. Acting as if I'm just some "woman"... one that needs to mind her own business. One that would drop if she were to ever dare cross his path. But I know the truth. I know that he understands what I can do. And I understand that he fears me. He doesn't want me to do to him what raYne was unable to do at ONE. He degrades women. Treats them like objects. Hell, he treated his TRUCK better than he treats most women. And he is worried. DEATHLY afraid, that if he stepped into the ring with me? That he would have to prove that he is superior. And he knows that is a task he would be unable to fulfill.
BR: Moving away from the subject that put raYne out of action, and on to the topic of-- where do the two of you go from here? How is his recovery coming along, and is there any time frame as to a return?
HJ: He's slowly getting better each day. It's only been four so far, but I can already tell that he is dying to get outta that bed. As I mentioned, he's only just come back to the business. He wanted this to be the run he's never managed to have. His attitude, his bad habits-- they've always led to his dismissal. Company after company, for over a decade. He has SUCH potential. Potential to be a World Champion many times over. But he's barely ever even held a secondary title. But... he's also never had someone that believed in him as much as I do. Unwavering, unconditionally... he is my 'brother'. Not by blood, not by birth, but by the sheer fact that he is there when I need him. And I am there when he needs me. THAT, Tad, is 'family'. That is what family means to us.
After he received the news from Mr. Hoff that his move to my hometown had been arranged, he was all set to pack up and move. To leave Nowhere, Oklahoma, for a new life in Somewhere, Nebraska. But then? The attack. And let me just say, if that doesn't make this personal between me and that bastard? If that doesn't give me a reason to rip Mod apart, limb from limb, and set fire to the remains like $hane did his precious Peterbilt? Then I don't know what would. Because that "man" took away a Christmas that SHOULD have been spent in $hane's new home. OUR new home. A place of our own.
We should have already arrived in Nebraska. We should have had a tree up, ornaments on every branch, stockings hung with care, cookies and milk, brightly colored gifts... We SHOULD have had a white Christmas, playing outside together, tossing snow balls at eachother, building snowmen, drinking hot chocolate... and snuggling up close by the fireplace at night, while we drifted off to sleep. Visions of sugar plums dancing in our heads. But, instead? ModDouche had to play the Scrooge. He had to play the Grinch... and he STOLE our first Christmas together. Instead, we spent it together, for sure, but he spent every minute of it lying in bed. And I spent every minute of it sitting right by his side. We had eachother. But we could have had the perfect start to our new life. Mod ruined that. And I will not forgive him. I will seek my--OUR, revenge. And he will pay. Just as he made $hane pay. Only ten fold.
BR: Well, Hannah Jo, thank you for your time. And I sincerely do wish raYne the best on a speedy recovery. After everything he's been through, I know it has to be a terrible strain to not be able to spend Christmas the way you intend. I'm sure the whole of WCF is looking forward to his return, at 100%, and better than ever before.
HJ: You can believe it. When he comes back? It will be as a whole new raYne. A better raYne. The person he's strived to be his entire life... but now? He's closer than ever before to making that a reality. And I will be there, by his side, every step of the way. Oh, and one last thing. $hane has been in talks with his cousin, from Alabama. Sarah Gordon. When $hane was a child, the two of them were very close. And $hane is the reason Sarah broke into the wrestling business. She and my Bubby had been fans since they were kids. And now, she is coming to the Wrestling Championship Federation. WCF, please give snOw a warm welcome when she gets there. Especially you, Moddie... she's got her eye on you. And I hear she may have you in a ring sooner than you'd expect. Happy New Year's, Douche Bag. The countdown is on. Tick... tock.
-- Tad 'The Tool' Griswold is a long time writer for Bleacher/Report, who has recently been signed on by the official WCF.com website to deliever the inside scoop. Tad still brings B/R the hard-hitting interviews that only we can offer our readers. Tad enjoys watching the ball drop on New Year's, dancing the night away, and partying like it's 1999. Tad eats at Joe's.
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I was planning out my party,
Running errands 'round the city,
Grocery bags full of alcohol,
And chocolate chip cookies.
Saw a dress that was amazing,
In the window of a boutique...
So I went across the street,
Then my heel broke and it threw me.
I tried to catch my balance,
But I was supposed to fall.
It seems that spilling coffee
Was no accident at all...
Cuz you're here right now
Sitting on my couch
...Funny how it all works out.
Every choice we make?
And every road we take
Every interaction,
Starts a chain reaction.
We're both affected
When we least expect it.
And then when we touched...
Gonna party all night till the sun comes up,
Cuz it feels like the world dissapears around us.
When we dance,
When we laugh...
When we touch.
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"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood-- and I?
I took the one less traveled by.
"And that has made all the difference."
~ Robert Frost
