Post by MasterEvil on Sept 21, 2023 4:18:11 GMT
WE ARE MAVERICK, WE WON’T GIVE IN UNTIL WE WIN THIS GAME | |
 name Strong tagged Way Too Many To Tag Them All words 2500 notes Only just thought of this RP a few hours ago after being inspired by this picture & this song. | act 1 “Long time no see…” Those words enter my ears as I find myself face to face with a roughly serrated glass wall to look directly in the eyes of Robina Hood. The somewhat cracked but glossy texture of the glass doing nothing to hide the red dress this monster ever so proudly wears or the red rose she holds in one hand. “Me.” Nor does it stop that unnaturally large smile, possessing sharply triangular teeth, from stretching across her face as I couldn’t help but ball my right hand into a fist from how unbearingly smug she sounds. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be…” “And yet here you are…for some help perhaps? How many times have you been here since returning to EWC? More you’ll be happy to admit…but why? Doubting yourself again?” Why does this monster have to sound so belittling with her voice? It is hard to believe that she is me at times…but she also knows me better than many others so I softly sigh in defeat as I unclench my hand. “I never stopped doubting myself…even back when I was actively competing.” “We shouldn’t be.” Those words caused myself and Robina to look over towards a second, cleaner looking, chunk of glass. Within that glass on the left-hand side stands an innocent version of myself…Otaki, with her huge eyes, red clothing similar to a belly dancer and the way she is holding onto a Pikachu plushie, almost as if it is a kind of safety blanket. “We’ve won so much in our time…both in and out of the ring. We even managed to win the Rumble onc-” “A rumble I didn’t deserve to win, Otaki.” Seeing that her words brought a look of confusion from both reflections I decided to sit down on the ground in front of them. “That rumble was seven years ago and after seeing the people who’ve won it since, as well as what they’ve managed to achieve after that match, there is no doubt in my mind…that I was the weakest rumble winner in EWC history. Hell you can literally cross my name out from the history books and nothing would’ve changed…and yet for some reason I seem to think that I could stand a chance in this year’s rumble, against a much stronger twenty nine than any I’ve ever encoun-” My attention suddenly flicks over towards the faint thud noise to find a new crack upon the glass with Robina’s fist pressing against it. “So that is why you’re here…” Practically growl into my ears as the arrogant creature isn’t smiling anymore. “How pathetic of you. You think any of those I’ve conquered would be happy to know that their conqueror is some snivelling wimp? You shouldn’t even bother going to Kansas City; if you think that you’re going to lose then you’ve already lost.” I could feel my blood boiling but I need to not show this, especially not to that thing…we both know that is the second of two things that she wants the most. “But…if you are still doubting yourself…then maybe I can help you win, like I did against Cheyenne. All you need to d-” “I’d never let you out again.” I find myself immediately barking out against that monster. No matter what, for the sake of whatever is left of me, I cannot lose control of her again as our eyes glare at each other. The hatred of her in mine being matched by the hatred of me in hers. “We shouldn’t be arguing among ourselves, a house divided against itself cannot stand after all.” Was barely squeaked out yet it managed to stop our glares as we return our attention to the one holding a cuddly. “We won the rumble before together and we can win it again next Monday. And it is okay for us to be doubtful…it shows that we are still human. Just like it is human for us to be strong enough to fight despite our struggles…especially when we need to be strong for somebody else.” Strong for somebody else? Almost subconsciously I reach my left hand into the denim pocket of my jeans so I can pull out a picture of Sarah and Shannon. The expression on mine and Robina’s face soften as I tender stroke the picture and hold it close to me. “You’re right Otaki…thank you…both of you…” I barely manage to add those final few words as my eyes slowly close shut. The blackness only lasting a few moments before they groggily reopen to find myself in bed. The nearby clock said it is five in the morning as I only glanced at it for a moment before looking at the wall this room shares with my daughter’s bedroom. Again for only a moment though before I look down towards Shannon sleeping in my arms as I couldn’t help but smile while whispering: “For I know that I have somebody I gotta be strong for.” act 2 “The last time I tried to pursue the EWC Undisputed Championship I was blamed by higher-ups for an end of year award ceremony getting cancelled.” With those words we find ourselves sitting inside a relatively small and dark room…though not too dark as we could tell that we are sitting opposite the Englishwoman known as Otaki. “Seven years later I finally got my second chance at a Title I felt deserved a much better showing than the one I gave it before…and it’s, for want of a better word, more of a ‘clusterphuk’ than the one I was in at Parabellum. Thirty people, one ring and the last person to have been thrown out of said ring will be the one who leaves the rumble as not just the winner but also as Undisputed Champion. One could say that such odds are impossible for any Champion to succeed in…but then Melody Malone came around with a twenty sixteen Leicester City performance and proved that odds aren’t the most reliable factor when deciding who could be a big threat.” Wearing her black leotard, The Emo Princess reaches the fingers of her right hand into her left long sleeve and pulls out an ace of spades card to show us. “Like wouldn’t the odds say that Ace King has a somewhat strong chance? Like he has won this kind of match before and even held that belt we’re fighting for once every two years, so it does make sense to consider his chances of becoming the third person to win it thrice. But then I can’ help but think of this…why did he disappear a while ago. Did he run out of heart for victory? Did he doubt his own ability and couldn’t get over his own self-doubt? Or - and I pray to Obelisk, Slifer and Ra that I’m wrong - is it that he couldn’t be bothered to compete without a guaranteed shot at the very top? If any of those have any chance of being true then…he shouldn’t even bother going to Kansas City; if you think that you’re going to lose then you’ve already lost.” Sharply leaves Megan’s lips as she slowly turns the playing card over. Now instead of an ace of spades we see an ace of hearts as the milky skinned woman tilted her head towards our right and, as if on cue, the wall to our right began to play alternating footage on repeat. Those footages? Of the very moment Xavier Reid and Ibuki Ito first lift up the EWC Undisputed Championship. “Though it would be foolish to think that all twenty nine of my opponents will think that they’re going to lose. Like…wouldn’t Tommy Love want nothing to do with people he thinks will lose? I’m sure that there can be many things said about him but one thing that both he and his family can be praised for is their eye for talent. On one hand you got ‘The Ace’ who also knows how it feels to be Undisputed Champion while also winning this rumble a few years ago…though, then again, does it count as an actual rumble victory when you were simply rewarded a shot for a three way tie? If anything I’d be embarrassed if my one big win wasn’t because of my own skill…but then again the one time Ibuki Ito actually faced me he needed a ‘Loving Hand’ to beat me. Do I sound bitter? Maybe I am a little. Should he have been good enough to win on his own? He should’ve been. But he wasn’t…so how can it ever be possible for him to be good enough to stand a chance against me on Monday? Sure things could’ve changed in those five years but sometimes, as the saying goes, ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same.’ On the other side of the coin you have Xavier Reid…someone I’ve fought against and alongside with enough times to simply know that he is a truly amazing great. Hell he is one of the few people I have grown to respect, and of even fewer that I’d consider an actual friend. So when you hear me say that he is truly ‘The Best of BRAWL’, you damn well better he is currently the very best that they will ever have. Will he be able to finally win this rumble and regain the gold he held three years ago? No…not at all. I do like Xavier and I do respect him…but his reign was probably the most blink and you miss it kind of moment in that Championship’s entire history. And considering that this is the twentieth rumble EWC has had…that’s a huge chunk of history to be compared to. Will Reid get angry hearing me say that? So what if he does? Maybe that anger could be the thing that he needs to give his career a renaissance and finally look more like the wrestling god he was when he convinced me to team up with him those same three years ago. And will that edge be enough to help him win? No, not at all. It could be close, it could be impossibly close, but nonono…nobody associated with the ‘Love’ is going to leave the rumble as Champion. Both Xavier and Ito are amazing stars who have already gifted the world with their talents but their time in the sun has ended too long ago for them to possibly change it now. Sure there could also be a case argued for young Jamie and maybe his time could come…but that coming will have to wait until after I am done.” A smile creeps across her face as she throws the card up in the air, her eyes not once leaving our own. “Yes, I am openly declaring that I am going to be the one who wins this year’s rumble. Yes I know that Lavender has been practically indestructible lately, with her victories over the likes of Narumi Tsutsumi and Scorpio more than proving her capabilities of successfully defending her Championship in these kinds of hazardous environments. I also know that those who’ve already watched Night of Champions don’t need to be told how awe-inspiring Sally Talfourd is, or how easily she could be considered the odds on favourite for this kind of match. Hell it wouldn’t surprise me if both of them end up in the final three alongside me…but when all the dust settles I’m going to finally hold the belt that I’ve been wanting since I won this match back in twenty sixteen.” While saying her words Megan’s right hand balled into a fist. Though once she finished speaking the snow white skinned woman’s neck straightens up as unclenches her hand and relaxes more into the back of her chair. “Sure, if the likes of Xavier and Ito - or even Ace - can be classed as ones who’s ‘time in the sun has ended too long ago’ then surely I, who’s career frankly peaked with that rumble victory seven years ago, must be classed as that too…right? Wrong. Why, you ask? To answer that, dear viewer, I needeth to ask you a question…what do you think the other twenty nine are entering this match for? Brand supremacy? To feed one’s own ego? To become Undisputed Champion? Or finally step out of the shadow of their own parents?” The footage to the right of us finally changes to instead show off various clips of Miss Treamon’s performances at the previous rumble matches she has taken part in. “In anger, I competed in my first rumble wanting to make everyone else know ‘how it feels to be a victim.’ In arrogance, I seeked to use my second rumble as a platform for my redemption. In acceptance, I prepared for my third rumble match to be ‘my final charge’ towards that belt…but now things are different. People do change throughout the years, with everyone in this match improving everyday of their lives, but I’ve changed too. Heh, you could even say that this broken body of mine has helped grow up and matured… Not that these rusty bones of mine will stop me from fighting to my last breath for victory, even if I end up celebrating my Championship victory from a hospital bed.” Though such a prospect would sound rather grim, Otaki actually chuckles after finishing her words. The Purple haired Dynamo’s smile disappearing as she leans forward to put more of her focus upon us. “Brand supremacy means nothing to me anymore, neither does my own ego, while - unlike my friend Jason - I never once cared about my own parents. So yeah, I do want to become Undisputed Champion…the first time I fought for it I was a disgrace and would love to give that belt the kind of quality it deserves from me. But I’d be lying if I were to say that - as well as the desire to prove that my twenty sixteen rumble victory was no fluke - is the main reason why I am the one leaving Kansas City as Undisputed Champion, not the god busting El Pablo, the undeniable Moxie or the galaxy destroying Lavender. What is the main reason then?” A new smile births itself across Otaki’s face as she looks away with a momentary chuckle before looking back at us with a serious look on her face. The alternating footage beginning to flicker so fast that the light on her face is continuously snapping on and off. “Because I need to be strong…” She moves her right hand to gently cup our cheek and pull us close enough for her forehead to press gently against our own. “Strong for somebody else.” Was barely whispered out before Otaki let go of us and steps up to walk out of our view as the footage crashes out into black, purging this small room into darkness in the process. |