Post by MasterEvil on Mar 31, 2013 8:36:03 GMT
001. Leaving Home
002. The Journey
Word Count for Entry 1 - 730
Word Count for Entry 2 - 2262
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2992
003. The Arrival
004. Final Entry
Word Count for Entry 3 - 2346
Word Count for Entry 4 - 644
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2990
Grand Word Count of Both RPs (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 5982
Sitting on the sofa, in the mansion she is currently living in, is Megan McCrea. Missus McCrea is none other than the rabidly violent Robina Hood and not so long ago she competed in a battle royal. Even though she had no intention of winning the match Robina had a decent showing where she eliminated approximately three people, but overall she didn’t win…which probably makes it for seventh or so defeat in a span of eight or so weeks. She may be in the eight person ladder match at Rasslemania Nine for the North American Championship but it must be clearly obvious that she is by far the underdog in this important match, even more so than the likes of Cid Phoenix and Niobe Martin. The purple haired female is wearing a blue pair of denim shorts with a My Chemical Romance t-shirt as in her arms is her daughter Sarah, a toddler who happens to be cuddling a cuddly lion at this very moment as the eighteen year old softly spoke out.
“Mommy is going to be away for a few days Sarah…can I trust you to be a good little girl and look after daddy?”
“You can trust me mama!”
The cheerfulness of her child’s answer caused the young Brit to chuckle lightly before her husband Ronnie entered the room, in a pair of leather pants with a matching jacket, with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry baby girl, nothing bad will happen, I promise you that.”
While saying his words Ronnie walked over to his wife and, after finishing his words, he softly kissed her on the lips while taking Sarah out of her arms and into his own. Sarah stilled clutched onto the lion toy as she snuggled into her father’s chest while Megan stood herself up from the sofa.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright baby?”
“I’m sure I’ll be alright Ronnie, just make sure that you haven’t starved to death by the time I return.”
“That’s a deal, angel.”
After that little discussion came to a close Ronnie’s right arm - since his left was holding Sarah securely close to himself - gently wrapped itself around his wife’s waist, with his hand firmly clasping onto her right buttock. Megan’s hands moved pass his neck and lock themselves to each other before the young married couple pulled each other close and began to have a sweetly passionate kiss together, as if to seal the deal. Not too long after the kiss was over the couple let go with each other, with Ronnie giving the same buttock he was holding a gentle pat to give her a playful ‘be a good girl’ warning but was given a light-heartedly childish pout in return. They could have their fun but, since they know that she needs to get to Toronto in only a couple of days, they instead shared a brief kiss before heading out of the room. Once they exited the room and the mansion they spotted that, waiting near the front gate, is a yellow Porsche nine-eleven with a cameraman in the passenger seat and Megan’s suitcase in the boot. The female made her final goodbyes to her husband and daughter before getting into the car, switching on the ignition and drove out of the drive. It didn’t take long for Megan to begin talking to the cameraman.
“So let me get this right…you need to test this camera *points to the camera that is mounted on the dashboard* and a lift to Toronto, Ontario, Canada while I also need to get there…so Sienna decided to have me give you a lift while using the spare time to shoot a promo of some kind right?”
“You’re right, the camera is actually recording you as we speak.”
“Well that makes it easier I guess…but turn off that camera, I don’t know how much power these little things pack and I don’t want it to turn itself off while I speak.”
While the duo had their short conversation Megan drove her car out of Fargo, North Dakota, and was now looking for a highway she get onto. After she said her final few words the camera nodded lightly and pressed the small button on top of the camera, officially switching it off while McCrea begins to search for the right highway to get on to.
“Mommy is going to be away for a few days Sarah…can I trust you to be a good little girl and look after daddy?”
“You can trust me mama!”
The cheerfulness of her child’s answer caused the young Brit to chuckle lightly before her husband Ronnie entered the room, in a pair of leather pants with a matching jacket, with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry baby girl, nothing bad will happen, I promise you that.”
While saying his words Ronnie walked over to his wife and, after finishing his words, he softly kissed her on the lips while taking Sarah out of her arms and into his own. Sarah stilled clutched onto the lion toy as she snuggled into her father’s chest while Megan stood herself up from the sofa.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright baby?”
“I’m sure I’ll be alright Ronnie, just make sure that you haven’t starved to death by the time I return.”
“That’s a deal, angel.”
After that little discussion came to a close Ronnie’s right arm - since his left was holding Sarah securely close to himself - gently wrapped itself around his wife’s waist, with his hand firmly clasping onto her right buttock. Megan’s hands moved pass his neck and lock themselves to each other before the young married couple pulled each other close and began to have a sweetly passionate kiss together, as if to seal the deal. Not too long after the kiss was over the couple let go with each other, with Ronnie giving the same buttock he was holding a gentle pat to give her a playful ‘be a good girl’ warning but was given a light-heartedly childish pout in return. They could have their fun but, since they know that she needs to get to Toronto in only a couple of days, they instead shared a brief kiss before heading out of the room. Once they exited the room and the mansion they spotted that, waiting near the front gate, is a yellow Porsche nine-eleven with a cameraman in the passenger seat and Megan’s suitcase in the boot. The female made her final goodbyes to her husband and daughter before getting into the car, switching on the ignition and drove out of the drive. It didn’t take long for Megan to begin talking to the cameraman.
“So let me get this right…you need to test this camera *points to the camera that is mounted on the dashboard* and a lift to Toronto, Ontario, Canada while I also need to get there…so Sienna decided to have me give you a lift while using the spare time to shoot a promo of some kind right?”
“You’re right, the camera is actually recording you as we speak.”
“Well that makes it easier I guess…but turn off that camera, I don’t know how much power these little things pack and I don’t want it to turn itself off while I speak.”
While the duo had their short conversation Megan drove her car out of Fargo, North Dakota, and was now looking for a highway she get onto. After she said her final few words the camera nodded lightly and pressed the small button on top of the camera, officially switching it off while McCrea begins to search for the right highway to get on to.
002. The Journey
“So here we are, finally on the right highway…”
Those were the first few words heard by the camera as it was switched on by the purple haired megastar known as Robina Hood and the first thing the camera could see, except for her, is the Mustang that she have just overtaken on this highway.
“No thanks to this guy. Seriously, what kind of camera technician can’t tell north from south?”
While saying those few words the forest-dweller’s right hand tilted the camera slightly to see the camera operator, a blonde who was embarrassingly trying and failing to hide the map he was holding upside down, before tiling to camera back to look at herself. Her left hand was relaxingly holding onto the steering wheel as she looked away from the road, towards the camera lens and began to speak up again.
“But then again there are people who can’t tell the difference between a setup and capitalising on opportunity…one of them being the North American Champion Warren Peace. Isn’t it funny that he just so happens to become the North American Champion seven days after I pinned him in the middle of the ring? Yes I used brass knuckles but frankly Steven Regal, arguably the greatest professional wrestling Britain has ever made, paved his own legacy using a pair of brass knuckles…so what was Warren expecting when facing off against a physical Brit? Crumpets? Cuppa teas? Greatest free kicks in history? But, just in case Warren is still bitching about this, for is a message for you…there has ever been, neither will there ever be, an alliance between myself and Young Mannie. Your defeat was not because of me, neither was it because of him, it was simply because you distracted yourself and Mannie thus giving me the opportunity to use the brass knuckles to score the victory…so overall, Warren, you were the cause of your own downfall on that night.
And actually brings a question to my lips…who was the last Meltdown superstar to actually hold a pin fall victory, let alone any victory, over you? Er…hm…ah, no…oh now I remember…me. You weren’t eliminated by a Meltdown megastar in that battle royal, you weren’t beaten in that tag team match the week before and, sorry if I get this wrong but wasn’t the week before that when you pinned Young Mannie to win that very Championship all eight of us are battling for? Man, isn’t that interesting? Maybe, just maybe Warren, bad things happen to you when we’re in the ring together…I mean seriously, look at the two times we were in the ring at the very same time. The last time was when I pinned you in front of the people who chanted your name like mad. Then the other time was the opening match at Survive and Conquer where, by preventing dear Niobe from breaking up that fall, I practically caused you to be the guy pinned out of your loser team.
I guess people could say that you got a small measure of revenge when you nearly knocked me out cold in the manner you eliminated me from that battle royal, hell some of those EMTs actually wanted me to pull out of this ladder match…but, unlike people like you, I am tough enough to take shit like that, chew it up and spit it back out since there is absolutely no way that I would ever no-show the greatest show of them all. You might have your little piece of vengeance at the last Meltdown but lightening ain’t going to strike twice since Peace is only an aftermath of war, never the victor.
Talking about Survive and Conquer…isn’t it amusing to see that all six of the people that competed in that tag team match is actually competing in this eight person match? I mean seriously, isn’t there anybody better than that Cid Phoenix chap? He entered the battle royal and lost, he fought Amy Zing a few weeks back and lost, hell he was a member of the losing team at Survive and Conquer…is anyone would look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary then they would find a picture of Cid Phoenix on his back, like he spends the majority of his career…hell, I swear Mister Dangerous has a more impressive win-loss record than he does. Maybe the reason for my obvious slump is because I haven’t fought you yet Cid, you could adopt a new attitude and claim to be a badass but frankly all you are is a mad-ass for entering this kind of match with any thought of victory.
But hey, don’t forget to bring along all the hope you have for winning this match since I do rather enjoy the feeling of grabbing someone’s hope, ripping it out of their body and clawing it apart into millions of tiny, lifeless ribbons. But, even though I hate to admit it, we are actually on the exact same boat Phoenix…we’re both underdogs, people who others don’t expect to succeed at all but would love to see fare well against the big dogs. I hate admitting that for a few reasons but the main one is simply that I don’t play ‘underdog’ roles very well…I play the role of the aggressor, the annihilator, the alligator that would rip the little buffalos into shreds. Another reason for me not liking this role is because I find it as a personal insult for anybody to compare me to you, Cid.
I have been suffering a two month slump I admit that couldn’t change the fact that I am the ‘perfect’ megastar while you’re nothing more than a piece of trash that even the homeless people would never EVER touch. You got something to say about that? Do me, and EVERYONE, a favour…wrap that opinion of yours with a bunch of tissue, drop it in the toilet and flush it since nobody, and I mean NOBODY, gives a shit about the crap you think. What’s want Ciddy? You want to cry? Well then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since professional wrestling takes crybabies like you, beheads them and throw them down a downwards spiral to obscurity…then again, maybe you’re use to being nothing more than the scum of the earth, since you do look like one. And, no offence, but how often do you actually wash yourself? You smell like some drunkard vomited on a piece of shit and had a family of skunks squirt their fluids all over it. You want me to become the North American Champion Cid? Then you’re going to need some miracle because I’ve seen squirrels tougher then you back in Sherwood Forest.”
A soft chuckle actually left Miss Hood’s lips after saying stating that squirrels are tougher than Cid Phoenix. But after a the same Mustang she overtook beeped her and tried to overtake the female the Iron Maiden’s right hand grabbed the wheel as her left hand gave the Mustang driver the middle finger before pressing her foot down on the accelerator harder. Not only did this annoy the chap driving the over car but it also prevented him from overtaking her as Robina’s left hand moved down to one of her pockets, found a cigarette and placed one end in her mouth before finding a lighter and lighting up the other end. Moments after Robina closed the lighter and put it down before inhaling the tobacco and exhaling the smoke, momentarily ignoring the camera recording her for a moment. She then took the cigarette out of her mouth, with her left hand, before continuing to speak.
“From what some bitch once said, behind my back, I am practically breaking the law since I’m smoking at the age of eighteen…my answer to that? So what? If I want to smoke I smoke, if I want to have a beer I have a beer and if I wanted to brutalise ea Scotsman then I’ll simply brutalise a Scotsman…and what do you know, there is going to be a Scotsman at Rasslemania called Evan McDonald, a berk I help win at Survive and Conquer. We might have been in the ring together at only one time and we were partners during it, but there is no alliance between us for the most simplest of reasons…he’s a transvestite-oh wait I meant from Scotland, which is famous for only five things…a fairytale called the ‘Loch Ness Monster,’ that revolting piece of shit they call a ‘Haggis,’ those torturous bagpipes that are claimed to be instruments, men wearing women’s clothing and Billy Connelly…but seriously, why the hell would any decent man would wear a skirt? It is clearly to either a, make raping other men easy. Or b, they lack so much in the groin area that they want to use the cold as an excuse.
But what have Scotland truly contributed to the world, except for Billy Connelly? The simple answer is nothing. Some Christopher Daniels did call the UK an ‘armpit of a country’ but clearly the only country he has been to in Scotland since…well god, what else can you say about them except for the fact that the women have beards and the men are transvestites. They claim to be tough in all their skirts but frankly all that does it prove how much of a tosser they truly are. What an embarrassment to the human race…but at least I get to beat the shit out of your Scottish ass Evan. Yes, I helped you get an amazing victory at Survive and Conquer but this time round you’re going to be all alone and then everyone can see how truly rubbish you are. Hell, you didn’t do anything to earn yourself a spot…Sienna simply handed you Kevin Dahila’s spot two weeks ago. Yes Dahila’s had the idiotic mistake of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown but you should be worried as hell for your health and safety instead of excited about the prospects of becoming the North American Champion because, in this kind of match, I can somewhat of a health and safety issue. Don’t believe me? The just wait three days and I’ll show you the true reason why the English have always been better than the Scottish.
But while I’m talking about Europeans why not mention that Tahuo Valo guy…wait a second, is that his name or is it Nathaniel Havok? *glances at the cameraman for his nod* So it is Havok? Okay, I just wasn’t sure in case he ends up changing his identity again like that Foley chap does. As for his explanation of why he decided to put on a mask and changed his identity…I actually slept through that since I honestly don’t give a shit about whatever his reasons and motivations are. He was my partner in my first main event and what did that bastard do? He proved to the entire world why I HATE tag teaming…he was incompetent, unreliable and disastrous to a point where he practically cost me one of my biggest victories. Maybe I am holding a bit of a grudge against you Havok, since I CLEARLY had your back while you OBVIOUSLY weren’t having mine well enough, but now I get perfect opportunity to exact my revenge on your lousy ass. Throughout the past two months the only shred of salvation I got was when I watched every little detail Guv’Nor beating you one, two, three…but the shred will never compare to the justice I plan on eradicating you with, Nathaniel. I know that some people call you a ‘Finnish Phemon’ but, from what I’ve been bothered to watch, you look nothing more than a ‘Finnish Bitch’ and after I’m done with you are truly going to become that Finnish bitch…
Heh, you know what the best thing about my vengeance Havok? A little birdie have told me that your contract has an additional five months, so all the pain you will be suffering…all the bones you’ll have broken…and all the blood you’ll lose by my hands…is not only going to be ever so fun…but it will also be long-lasting. There is many ways to kill the innocence of people and this thirst, oh the blood-gurgling thirst, of retribution has securely slain whatever was left of my innocence as the voice ‘forgive and forget’ is booted out of my head by the voice screaming ‘make him suffer, make him pay for what he did’ takes control in such a smooth, enticing way. Perhaps I could use the ladders to maim you, turn your body into a beautiful masterpiece of blood and cuts while I could also turn your screams pain into a magnificent musical that even Beethoven himself would envy from his grave. Maybe I am a little different on a psychological level…but this Sunday you are going to be Smaug the dragon and I am going to be Bard the Dragon-shooter with the black arrow, ready to shoot both you and your chances of becoming the new North American Champion down.”
Robina was prepared to inhale more tobacco after saying her words but instead yawned lightly. This caused the forest-dweller to giggle lightly before making a final comment.
“I guess it is a good time to go find somewhere for us to sleep. So this entry is over but don’t worry, I’ll shoot another entry tomorrow…I promise.”
After saying her final two words Miss Hood switched off the camera, ending this entry, before beginning to turn off towards the nearest hotel.
Those were the first few words heard by the camera as it was switched on by the purple haired megastar known as Robina Hood and the first thing the camera could see, except for her, is the Mustang that she have just overtaken on this highway.
“No thanks to this guy. Seriously, what kind of camera technician can’t tell north from south?”
While saying those few words the forest-dweller’s right hand tilted the camera slightly to see the camera operator, a blonde who was embarrassingly trying and failing to hide the map he was holding upside down, before tiling to camera back to look at herself. Her left hand was relaxingly holding onto the steering wheel as she looked away from the road, towards the camera lens and began to speak up again.
“But then again there are people who can’t tell the difference between a setup and capitalising on opportunity…one of them being the North American Champion Warren Peace. Isn’t it funny that he just so happens to become the North American Champion seven days after I pinned him in the middle of the ring? Yes I used brass knuckles but frankly Steven Regal, arguably the greatest professional wrestling Britain has ever made, paved his own legacy using a pair of brass knuckles…so what was Warren expecting when facing off against a physical Brit? Crumpets? Cuppa teas? Greatest free kicks in history? But, just in case Warren is still bitching about this, for is a message for you…there has ever been, neither will there ever be, an alliance between myself and Young Mannie. Your defeat was not because of me, neither was it because of him, it was simply because you distracted yourself and Mannie thus giving me the opportunity to use the brass knuckles to score the victory…so overall, Warren, you were the cause of your own downfall on that night.
And actually brings a question to my lips…who was the last Meltdown superstar to actually hold a pin fall victory, let alone any victory, over you? Er…hm…ah, no…oh now I remember…me. You weren’t eliminated by a Meltdown megastar in that battle royal, you weren’t beaten in that tag team match the week before and, sorry if I get this wrong but wasn’t the week before that when you pinned Young Mannie to win that very Championship all eight of us are battling for? Man, isn’t that interesting? Maybe, just maybe Warren, bad things happen to you when we’re in the ring together…I mean seriously, look at the two times we were in the ring at the very same time. The last time was when I pinned you in front of the people who chanted your name like mad. Then the other time was the opening match at Survive and Conquer where, by preventing dear Niobe from breaking up that fall, I practically caused you to be the guy pinned out of your loser team.
I guess people could say that you got a small measure of revenge when you nearly knocked me out cold in the manner you eliminated me from that battle royal, hell some of those EMTs actually wanted me to pull out of this ladder match…but, unlike people like you, I am tough enough to take shit like that, chew it up and spit it back out since there is absolutely no way that I would ever no-show the greatest show of them all. You might have your little piece of vengeance at the last Meltdown but lightening ain’t going to strike twice since Peace is only an aftermath of war, never the victor.
Talking about Survive and Conquer…isn’t it amusing to see that all six of the people that competed in that tag team match is actually competing in this eight person match? I mean seriously, isn’t there anybody better than that Cid Phoenix chap? He entered the battle royal and lost, he fought Amy Zing a few weeks back and lost, hell he was a member of the losing team at Survive and Conquer…is anyone would look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary then they would find a picture of Cid Phoenix on his back, like he spends the majority of his career…hell, I swear Mister Dangerous has a more impressive win-loss record than he does. Maybe the reason for my obvious slump is because I haven’t fought you yet Cid, you could adopt a new attitude and claim to be a badass but frankly all you are is a mad-ass for entering this kind of match with any thought of victory.
But hey, don’t forget to bring along all the hope you have for winning this match since I do rather enjoy the feeling of grabbing someone’s hope, ripping it out of their body and clawing it apart into millions of tiny, lifeless ribbons. But, even though I hate to admit it, we are actually on the exact same boat Phoenix…we’re both underdogs, people who others don’t expect to succeed at all but would love to see fare well against the big dogs. I hate admitting that for a few reasons but the main one is simply that I don’t play ‘underdog’ roles very well…I play the role of the aggressor, the annihilator, the alligator that would rip the little buffalos into shreds. Another reason for me not liking this role is because I find it as a personal insult for anybody to compare me to you, Cid.
I have been suffering a two month slump I admit that couldn’t change the fact that I am the ‘perfect’ megastar while you’re nothing more than a piece of trash that even the homeless people would never EVER touch. You got something to say about that? Do me, and EVERYONE, a favour…wrap that opinion of yours with a bunch of tissue, drop it in the toilet and flush it since nobody, and I mean NOBODY, gives a shit about the crap you think. What’s want Ciddy? You want to cry? Well then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since professional wrestling takes crybabies like you, beheads them and throw them down a downwards spiral to obscurity…then again, maybe you’re use to being nothing more than the scum of the earth, since you do look like one. And, no offence, but how often do you actually wash yourself? You smell like some drunkard vomited on a piece of shit and had a family of skunks squirt their fluids all over it. You want me to become the North American Champion Cid? Then you’re going to need some miracle because I’ve seen squirrels tougher then you back in Sherwood Forest.”
A soft chuckle actually left Miss Hood’s lips after saying stating that squirrels are tougher than Cid Phoenix. But after a the same Mustang she overtook beeped her and tried to overtake the female the Iron Maiden’s right hand grabbed the wheel as her left hand gave the Mustang driver the middle finger before pressing her foot down on the accelerator harder. Not only did this annoy the chap driving the over car but it also prevented him from overtaking her as Robina’s left hand moved down to one of her pockets, found a cigarette and placed one end in her mouth before finding a lighter and lighting up the other end. Moments after Robina closed the lighter and put it down before inhaling the tobacco and exhaling the smoke, momentarily ignoring the camera recording her for a moment. She then took the cigarette out of her mouth, with her left hand, before continuing to speak.
“From what some bitch once said, behind my back, I am practically breaking the law since I’m smoking at the age of eighteen…my answer to that? So what? If I want to smoke I smoke, if I want to have a beer I have a beer and if I wanted to brutalise ea Scotsman then I’ll simply brutalise a Scotsman…and what do you know, there is going to be a Scotsman at Rasslemania called Evan McDonald, a berk I help win at Survive and Conquer. We might have been in the ring together at only one time and we were partners during it, but there is no alliance between us for the most simplest of reasons…he’s a transvestite-oh wait I meant from Scotland, which is famous for only five things…a fairytale called the ‘Loch Ness Monster,’ that revolting piece of shit they call a ‘Haggis,’ those torturous bagpipes that are claimed to be instruments, men wearing women’s clothing and Billy Connelly…but seriously, why the hell would any decent man would wear a skirt? It is clearly to either a, make raping other men easy. Or b, they lack so much in the groin area that they want to use the cold as an excuse.
But what have Scotland truly contributed to the world, except for Billy Connelly? The simple answer is nothing. Some Christopher Daniels did call the UK an ‘armpit of a country’ but clearly the only country he has been to in Scotland since…well god, what else can you say about them except for the fact that the women have beards and the men are transvestites. They claim to be tough in all their skirts but frankly all that does it prove how much of a tosser they truly are. What an embarrassment to the human race…but at least I get to beat the shit out of your Scottish ass Evan. Yes, I helped you get an amazing victory at Survive and Conquer but this time round you’re going to be all alone and then everyone can see how truly rubbish you are. Hell, you didn’t do anything to earn yourself a spot…Sienna simply handed you Kevin Dahila’s spot two weeks ago. Yes Dahila’s had the idiotic mistake of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown but you should be worried as hell for your health and safety instead of excited about the prospects of becoming the North American Champion because, in this kind of match, I can somewhat of a health and safety issue. Don’t believe me? The just wait three days and I’ll show you the true reason why the English have always been better than the Scottish.
But while I’m talking about Europeans why not mention that Tahuo Valo guy…wait a second, is that his name or is it Nathaniel Havok? *glances at the cameraman for his nod* So it is Havok? Okay, I just wasn’t sure in case he ends up changing his identity again like that Foley chap does. As for his explanation of why he decided to put on a mask and changed his identity…I actually slept through that since I honestly don’t give a shit about whatever his reasons and motivations are. He was my partner in my first main event and what did that bastard do? He proved to the entire world why I HATE tag teaming…he was incompetent, unreliable and disastrous to a point where he practically cost me one of my biggest victories. Maybe I am holding a bit of a grudge against you Havok, since I CLEARLY had your back while you OBVIOUSLY weren’t having mine well enough, but now I get perfect opportunity to exact my revenge on your lousy ass. Throughout the past two months the only shred of salvation I got was when I watched every little detail Guv’Nor beating you one, two, three…but the shred will never compare to the justice I plan on eradicating you with, Nathaniel. I know that some people call you a ‘Finnish Phemon’ but, from what I’ve been bothered to watch, you look nothing more than a ‘Finnish Bitch’ and after I’m done with you are truly going to become that Finnish bitch…
Heh, you know what the best thing about my vengeance Havok? A little birdie have told me that your contract has an additional five months, so all the pain you will be suffering…all the bones you’ll have broken…and all the blood you’ll lose by my hands…is not only going to be ever so fun…but it will also be long-lasting. There is many ways to kill the innocence of people and this thirst, oh the blood-gurgling thirst, of retribution has securely slain whatever was left of my innocence as the voice ‘forgive and forget’ is booted out of my head by the voice screaming ‘make him suffer, make him pay for what he did’ takes control in such a smooth, enticing way. Perhaps I could use the ladders to maim you, turn your body into a beautiful masterpiece of blood and cuts while I could also turn your screams pain into a magnificent musical that even Beethoven himself would envy from his grave. Maybe I am a little different on a psychological level…but this Sunday you are going to be Smaug the dragon and I am going to be Bard the Dragon-shooter with the black arrow, ready to shoot both you and your chances of becoming the new North American Champion down.”
Robina was prepared to inhale more tobacco after saying her words but instead yawned lightly. This caused the forest-dweller to giggle lightly before making a final comment.
“I guess it is a good time to go find somewhere for us to sleep. So this entry is over but don’t worry, I’ll shoot another entry tomorrow…I promise.”
After saying her final two words Miss Hood switched off the camera, ending this entry, before beginning to turn off towards the nearest hotel.
Word Count for Entry 1 - 730
Word Count for Entry 2 - 2262
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2992
003. The Arrival
“Well a promise is a promise and here I am with a new entry. For those who want to know what exactly happen between the last one and this one…well…we’ve spent the night at a nice Radisson Blue hotel and just a couple of hours ago we got through the border check thing…I’m still unsure of the importance of these daft passport checks.”
Those were the first set of words that the camera picked up as Robina Hood, who is now wearing a black ‘Metallica’ t-shirt with a black skirt, switched it on and pressed record. The camera could see the majority of Miss Hood’s body as well as a truck her Porsche easily passed on this highway.
“Another thing that is incredibly daft are wrestlers from China and Hong Kong…seriously, if your last name isn’t Chan or Li and you’ve never been in a martial arts film then nobody is going to give a shit about you. But I will give Amy Zing credit where it is due…she has amazing athleticism and while I originally wasn’t sure how that can be a benefit of some kind in a ladder match, a week or two ago me and her fought in a ladder match and I lost. I promised Sienna that while I BREATHE she would face no harm at all…and what happened? You ended up kicking her right in between the eyes. Do you know how it feels Amy? Do you know how it feels to let your friend down? Oh wait a second, how could I forget…you don’t have any friends; nobody likes you. Not the roster, not the fans nor the sun or the moon.
Hell, I doubt I was the only one who didn’t know who to cheer during your little feud with Young Mannie…I mean, attacking a helpless family member, isn’t that what antagonists do to help the crowd support the protagonist? Maybe there isn’t a Cantonese translation for the words ‘protagonist’ and ‘antagonist,’ since clearly YOUR FIRED doesn’t translate into that abomination of a language. Seriously I swear you were fired one week, showed up the next and almost got yourself a new contract the following week…hell I can’t tell if you secretly signed that contract behind everyone’s back or, under pressure from Jeff, Sienna signed an unemployed person to this Championship match. But then again Hong Kong is basically a country of mongrels so I guess it would be cruel to expect them to know the most basic of English. Yes, Amy, you’re the sensation of mongrels since Hong Kong use to belong to British Empire before the nation of oversexed hobbits cried, whined and begged there way into complete control of that little island…and now look at China, it is still a nation of oversexed hobbits yet they turned Hong Kong into an abysmal wreck.
But enough of that shit-hole you consider a homeland because, this Sunday, you are going to be suffering more pain than you’ve ever suffered before Amy…why is that you ask? Because of the question I asked earlier, ‘do you know how it feels to let your friend down?’ It feels horrible, the guilt feels dreadful…as if it is gobbling you up from the inside, I can remember my promise so much that it feels like a million arrows to the heart every time my memory taunts me with my failure…maybe Nathaniel ain’t the only person I want revenge against since I’ve been unable to look my friend in the eyes ever since that failure. I have let Sienna down so much that I crave just ONE MOMENT to make it all right and that moment will come this Sunday as I take a ladder in my hand, come over to you and…and……and………BREAK YOUR NECK!
Heh…why lose my calm now? I have seven others to save it for this Sunday and one of this unlucky seven is a man so unique that nobody on meltdown have managed to beat yet…of course I’m talking about the guy people call Guv’Nor. I can truthfully see why people would cheer for this chap…he’s rough, he’s tough and he’ll speak his mind whenever he wish without a regret in a world. But I just can’t bring myself to liking this guy for some reason…could it be the fact that this eight person match is simply built-up as a Guv’Nor versus Peace match? Could it be that he is quite overrated, to a point that it seems like he has been a main eventer since his very debut? Could it be that he probably NEVER paid his dues on Meltdown and would consider jumping ships at the first opportunity? Or perhaps it could be the way you’ve beaten me in that tag team match which marked my very first main event? Actually, yes, that could be the main reason why I can’t bring myself to actually liking you, Hackney boy.
The first ever main event of my few month career and I was mentally shitting myself at the thought of blundering when it matters the most. I was worried of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown and what happened? You practically buried me Guv’Nor, to a point where people officially changed from ‘oh, Robina is so deadly’ to ‘Robina Hood? Isn’t she the girl that use to be good?’ My pride, my potential, my aura…it all collapsed after that match, I could have possibly became a big thing by now but you simply took I could have been and smashed into tiny little pieces. Well from shattered pride, grudges rise as I have been licking my wounds ever since that defeat…waiting, oh just waiting, for the chance of redemption to come around the corner and what a chance I have in my reach. Not only do I have the chance to channel my rage into annihilating your chances of winning this match with one vengeful blow, but I also have the opportunity to claim the very Championship that should have been mine at Survive and Conquer…and since you’re too new to know about that sentence then let me explain it in a way that even Hackney people would understand.
The last Meltdown before Survive and Conquer I was in a beat the clock challenge against Anthony Washington. I was about to win both the match and the challenge, thus earning myself the right to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer, but then I got screwed over and not only suffered my first ever defeat but I also lost that right to be in a North American Championship…so technically this is my second chance of being the ‘Perfect Champion’ that Meltdown so desperately needs and I will not let Meltdown down. You might be from the unimaginative part of England, Guv’Nor, but this Sunday we are all going to be in a fight that is different from the ones that you’re use to and I can guarantee you this Guv…you and the other six may enter but I’ll be the only one walking out of this brawl victorious.”
Only a few sentences left her mouth and already it was obvious that Robina’s frustration is the source of her words as she spoke about the Hong Kong Sensation. The words ‘break your neck’ was shouted out so loudly that it could easily overheard over two over trucks that she just drove pass. The cameraman felt somewhat interested in the way Robina sounded vengeful when talking about Guv’Nor while her eyes looked slightly guilty about what she previously said about letting her friend down. After finishing her last batch of words the forest-dweller looked out, spotted a sign with the words ‘Toronto five miles’ on it and turned off the highway and down this road towards her destination. While beginning to go down this lone road the Iron Maiden began to speak up yet again.
“Canada oh Canada, three of us have quite an interesting history…Winnipeg was where I made my Action Packed Wrestling debut against Niobe Martin and not only did I win but I also busted her face wide open…and I swear that was the starting points of one of the most violent feuds so far this year. The following week I used a steel chair again to defeat her in a handicap match. The week afterwards was the beat the clock challenge when Niobe screwed me, causing myself to not only suffer my first defeat but also caused many pictures of my derriere to go across the internet. In a six person tag team match, in front of my home crowd of England, I scored another win over her with the help of a steel chair. Then in her home town of Los Angeles, Niobe knocked me unconscious with a steel chair and two weeks later we were suppose to have our ‘last confrontation’ in Montréal, if I remember the city correctly, where she pinned me in a bloodthirsty street fight…yet this Sunday in Toronto we’ll be facing off against each other again but in an eight person ladder match for the North American Title.
Man, I swear we’re going to end up being like Meltdown’s equivalent of Christopher Daniels and AJ Styles since we’ve been fighting each other every single month. Heck two Meltdowns ago we brawled with each other in the ring, out of the ring and through the crowd. We basically can’t STAND each other…which is almost a shame actually now that I look back on it. I remember Young Mannie saying once that I look like someone that Amy Zing could be friends with while Amy herself did once say that we could have been good friends. But, if anything, the only other wrestler on Meltdown that I seem to have any chemistry, good or bad, with is actually you Niobe. We’ve been enemies for so long people could end up expecting us to become a decent tag team…but friendships and alliances are never going to happen between us. I said it before and I’ll say it again Miss Martin…I hate you, I hate you with every fibre of my being. I understand if you hate me, Niobe, since I fully know now why I hate you so damn much…it isn’t mainly because you cost me my very first defeat, neither was it because you gave me my very first injury. It was because of that night in Los Angeles, when you turned my entire to black…
What happens when you can’t see anything? You remember…you remember your memories, the good and the bad, even the ones you wish you’ve forever forgotten. In a world of black I could recall those days as if they’ve just happened yesterday. All the laughter…all the insults…all the tears I shed…all the times that she would molest me for the sake of him…you may have knocked me unconscious for what I’ve done to you but you made me relive the nightmare that kept me crying through the nights. You made me relive the nightmare that made me wish I was buried alive. You brought my deepest, darkest nightmare back to life……there is a line of ‘forgive and forget’ but I can never forget the screams I’ve made during those dark days, so I’ll never forgive you Niobe Martin. You call yourself a ‘Nightmare,’ Niobe, I’m going to put a final ending to our war and make everyone in this match suffer their own nightmares…with them all lying on the floor, being disembowelled by their own failures, and me standing on top of a ladder with the North American Championship in my hands.”
At the start of this batch of words the eighteen year old sounded cocky, confident and somewhat proud of the history between herself and the final competitor within this match. It was when she spoke out about why she despises the blonde that her demeanour changed from the one she originally had when starting this long drive. Halfway through her ‘remember your memories’ monologue a tear threateningly looked like it was going to escape Robina’s right eye but her right hand flew up and wiped it away as the tone she used to say ‘never forgive you’ changed quite dramatically. Even though they were just a couple of lines Miss Hood sounded absolutely venomous in the way she said them before her right hand reached over to the camera and pressed the off button, officially ending this vlog. While she spoke all her words her vehicle has already entered Toronto and they were actually entering the parking lot of the Rogers Center when the purple haired dynamo switched off the camera. They were greeted by other members of the production crew as the blonde camera technician exited the car first.
“How was the trip bud? Did Robina try to break your hand?”
“Isn’t that a bit over the top, mate? We had a decent time, yes she made me pay for the fuel but still we had an alright time and now we’ve got some footage we can use as evi…”
While replying to his friend’s words the blonde cameraman reached his left hand back to grab the camera, believing that it was still on the car’s dashboard, only to find nothing there. He turned around, completely worried that he somehow lost an expensive piece of equipment, only to find Robina Hood at the other side of the Porsche with the camera in her hands.
“I was wondering…could it be possible for me to use this camera for one last entry…please?”
While saying her words the female’s eyes could possibly assemble a little girl that feel unloved. The innocent way Robina said ‘please’ could possibly get her an Oscar nomination as it only took moments before the technician’s resolve disappeared.
“Fine…”
“Thank you.”
Moments after saying those two words the young Brit spun around and wandered off towards the corridors of the arena, possibly to find somewhere to record her final entry. Meanwhile one of the other camera operators gave his blonde friend a sly grin, which was instantly replied with a scowl.
Those were the first set of words that the camera picked up as Robina Hood, who is now wearing a black ‘Metallica’ t-shirt with a black skirt, switched it on and pressed record. The camera could see the majority of Miss Hood’s body as well as a truck her Porsche easily passed on this highway.
“Another thing that is incredibly daft are wrestlers from China and Hong Kong…seriously, if your last name isn’t Chan or Li and you’ve never been in a martial arts film then nobody is going to give a shit about you. But I will give Amy Zing credit where it is due…she has amazing athleticism and while I originally wasn’t sure how that can be a benefit of some kind in a ladder match, a week or two ago me and her fought in a ladder match and I lost. I promised Sienna that while I BREATHE she would face no harm at all…and what happened? You ended up kicking her right in between the eyes. Do you know how it feels Amy? Do you know how it feels to let your friend down? Oh wait a second, how could I forget…you don’t have any friends; nobody likes you. Not the roster, not the fans nor the sun or the moon.
Hell, I doubt I was the only one who didn’t know who to cheer during your little feud with Young Mannie…I mean, attacking a helpless family member, isn’t that what antagonists do to help the crowd support the protagonist? Maybe there isn’t a Cantonese translation for the words ‘protagonist’ and ‘antagonist,’ since clearly YOUR FIRED doesn’t translate into that abomination of a language. Seriously I swear you were fired one week, showed up the next and almost got yourself a new contract the following week…hell I can’t tell if you secretly signed that contract behind everyone’s back or, under pressure from Jeff, Sienna signed an unemployed person to this Championship match. But then again Hong Kong is basically a country of mongrels so I guess it would be cruel to expect them to know the most basic of English. Yes, Amy, you’re the sensation of mongrels since Hong Kong use to belong to British Empire before the nation of oversexed hobbits cried, whined and begged there way into complete control of that little island…and now look at China, it is still a nation of oversexed hobbits yet they turned Hong Kong into an abysmal wreck.
But enough of that shit-hole you consider a homeland because, this Sunday, you are going to be suffering more pain than you’ve ever suffered before Amy…why is that you ask? Because of the question I asked earlier, ‘do you know how it feels to let your friend down?’ It feels horrible, the guilt feels dreadful…as if it is gobbling you up from the inside, I can remember my promise so much that it feels like a million arrows to the heart every time my memory taunts me with my failure…maybe Nathaniel ain’t the only person I want revenge against since I’ve been unable to look my friend in the eyes ever since that failure. I have let Sienna down so much that I crave just ONE MOMENT to make it all right and that moment will come this Sunday as I take a ladder in my hand, come over to you and…and……and………BREAK YOUR NECK!
Heh…why lose my calm now? I have seven others to save it for this Sunday and one of this unlucky seven is a man so unique that nobody on meltdown have managed to beat yet…of course I’m talking about the guy people call Guv’Nor. I can truthfully see why people would cheer for this chap…he’s rough, he’s tough and he’ll speak his mind whenever he wish without a regret in a world. But I just can’t bring myself to liking this guy for some reason…could it be the fact that this eight person match is simply built-up as a Guv’Nor versus Peace match? Could it be that he is quite overrated, to a point that it seems like he has been a main eventer since his very debut? Could it be that he probably NEVER paid his dues on Meltdown and would consider jumping ships at the first opportunity? Or perhaps it could be the way you’ve beaten me in that tag team match which marked my very first main event? Actually, yes, that could be the main reason why I can’t bring myself to actually liking you, Hackney boy.
The first ever main event of my few month career and I was mentally shitting myself at the thought of blundering when it matters the most. I was worried of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown and what happened? You practically buried me Guv’Nor, to a point where people officially changed from ‘oh, Robina is so deadly’ to ‘Robina Hood? Isn’t she the girl that use to be good?’ My pride, my potential, my aura…it all collapsed after that match, I could have possibly became a big thing by now but you simply took I could have been and smashed into tiny little pieces. Well from shattered pride, grudges rise as I have been licking my wounds ever since that defeat…waiting, oh just waiting, for the chance of redemption to come around the corner and what a chance I have in my reach. Not only do I have the chance to channel my rage into annihilating your chances of winning this match with one vengeful blow, but I also have the opportunity to claim the very Championship that should have been mine at Survive and Conquer…and since you’re too new to know about that sentence then let me explain it in a way that even Hackney people would understand.
The last Meltdown before Survive and Conquer I was in a beat the clock challenge against Anthony Washington. I was about to win both the match and the challenge, thus earning myself the right to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer, but then I got screwed over and not only suffered my first ever defeat but I also lost that right to be in a North American Championship…so technically this is my second chance of being the ‘Perfect Champion’ that Meltdown so desperately needs and I will not let Meltdown down. You might be from the unimaginative part of England, Guv’Nor, but this Sunday we are all going to be in a fight that is different from the ones that you’re use to and I can guarantee you this Guv…you and the other six may enter but I’ll be the only one walking out of this brawl victorious.”
Only a few sentences left her mouth and already it was obvious that Robina’s frustration is the source of her words as she spoke about the Hong Kong Sensation. The words ‘break your neck’ was shouted out so loudly that it could easily overheard over two over trucks that she just drove pass. The cameraman felt somewhat interested in the way Robina sounded vengeful when talking about Guv’Nor while her eyes looked slightly guilty about what she previously said about letting her friend down. After finishing her last batch of words the forest-dweller looked out, spotted a sign with the words ‘Toronto five miles’ on it and turned off the highway and down this road towards her destination. While beginning to go down this lone road the Iron Maiden began to speak up yet again.
“Canada oh Canada, three of us have quite an interesting history…Winnipeg was where I made my Action Packed Wrestling debut against Niobe Martin and not only did I win but I also busted her face wide open…and I swear that was the starting points of one of the most violent feuds so far this year. The following week I used a steel chair again to defeat her in a handicap match. The week afterwards was the beat the clock challenge when Niobe screwed me, causing myself to not only suffer my first defeat but also caused many pictures of my derriere to go across the internet. In a six person tag team match, in front of my home crowd of England, I scored another win over her with the help of a steel chair. Then in her home town of Los Angeles, Niobe knocked me unconscious with a steel chair and two weeks later we were suppose to have our ‘last confrontation’ in Montréal, if I remember the city correctly, where she pinned me in a bloodthirsty street fight…yet this Sunday in Toronto we’ll be facing off against each other again but in an eight person ladder match for the North American Title.
Man, I swear we’re going to end up being like Meltdown’s equivalent of Christopher Daniels and AJ Styles since we’ve been fighting each other every single month. Heck two Meltdowns ago we brawled with each other in the ring, out of the ring and through the crowd. We basically can’t STAND each other…which is almost a shame actually now that I look back on it. I remember Young Mannie saying once that I look like someone that Amy Zing could be friends with while Amy herself did once say that we could have been good friends. But, if anything, the only other wrestler on Meltdown that I seem to have any chemistry, good or bad, with is actually you Niobe. We’ve been enemies for so long people could end up expecting us to become a decent tag team…but friendships and alliances are never going to happen between us. I said it before and I’ll say it again Miss Martin…I hate you, I hate you with every fibre of my being. I understand if you hate me, Niobe, since I fully know now why I hate you so damn much…it isn’t mainly because you cost me my very first defeat, neither was it because you gave me my very first injury. It was because of that night in Los Angeles, when you turned my entire to black…
What happens when you can’t see anything? You remember…you remember your memories, the good and the bad, even the ones you wish you’ve forever forgotten. In a world of black I could recall those days as if they’ve just happened yesterday. All the laughter…all the insults…all the tears I shed…all the times that she would molest me for the sake of him…you may have knocked me unconscious for what I’ve done to you but you made me relive the nightmare that kept me crying through the nights. You made me relive the nightmare that made me wish I was buried alive. You brought my deepest, darkest nightmare back to life……there is a line of ‘forgive and forget’ but I can never forget the screams I’ve made during those dark days, so I’ll never forgive you Niobe Martin. You call yourself a ‘Nightmare,’ Niobe, I’m going to put a final ending to our war and make everyone in this match suffer their own nightmares…with them all lying on the floor, being disembowelled by their own failures, and me standing on top of a ladder with the North American Championship in my hands.”
At the start of this batch of words the eighteen year old sounded cocky, confident and somewhat proud of the history between herself and the final competitor within this match. It was when she spoke out about why she despises the blonde that her demeanour changed from the one she originally had when starting this long drive. Halfway through her ‘remember your memories’ monologue a tear threateningly looked like it was going to escape Robina’s right eye but her right hand flew up and wiped it away as the tone she used to say ‘never forgive you’ changed quite dramatically. Even though they were just a couple of lines Miss Hood sounded absolutely venomous in the way she said them before her right hand reached over to the camera and pressed the off button, officially ending this vlog. While she spoke all her words her vehicle has already entered Toronto and they were actually entering the parking lot of the Rogers Center when the purple haired dynamo switched off the camera. They were greeted by other members of the production crew as the blonde camera technician exited the car first.
“How was the trip bud? Did Robina try to break your hand?”
“Isn’t that a bit over the top, mate? We had a decent time, yes she made me pay for the fuel but still we had an alright time and now we’ve got some footage we can use as evi…”
While replying to his friend’s words the blonde cameraman reached his left hand back to grab the camera, believing that it was still on the car’s dashboard, only to find nothing there. He turned around, completely worried that he somehow lost an expensive piece of equipment, only to find Robina Hood at the other side of the Porsche with the camera in her hands.
“I was wondering…could it be possible for me to use this camera for one last entry…please?”
While saying her words the female’s eyes could possibly assemble a little girl that feel unloved. The innocent way Robina said ‘please’ could possibly get her an Oscar nomination as it only took moments before the technician’s resolve disappeared.
“Fine…”
“Thank you.”
Moments after saying those two words the young Brit spun around and wandered off towards the corridors of the arena, possibly to find somewhere to record her final entry. Meanwhile one of the other camera operators gave his blonde friend a sly grin, which was instantly replied with a scowl.
004. Final Entry
The camera is switched on and it couldn’t see much, hardly anything at all as this six foot by six foot room has no light on…except for the lone candle that is in front yet a bit below the lens, since the camera is slightly elevated. But what the camera could see decently well is the face of one Robina Hood; the uppermost region of her ‘Metallica’ t-shirt could be seen but appeared as a bit wavy since the candle’s flame constantly flickers away. The female’s face looked lost and confused at the same time, as if within an environment she isn’t use to, but after a couple of seconds the Brit’s eyes found their way to looking directly at the camera lens as a tiny smile appeared on her face.
“For the sake of the production crew’s safety, somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to be confined to a small, dark room…almost like a prison just for me. The door can only be unlocked from the outside so I’m practically stuck, just like a caged animal. Whoever thought that this would be a good safety measure is deadly wrong however. Do you know what happens when put someone, who thrives from roaming the endless reaches of Sherwood Forest, in a cage? Bad things happen. Their mind changes…devolve…mutates into those of an animal…a creature…a monster. Hell, the only difference between humans and animal is that while animals are caged against their own will, we create and live in our very own cages. Imagine what happens if you cage a wolf, the wolf would become incense…wilder…more bloodthirsty than what they originally were. Yet fortunately for those crew members I am trapped in here so all I can do is develop these animalistic characters, which is rather unfortunate for the seven that will take me on in a ladder match at Rasslemania.”
At the start of her words Miss Hood was clearly leaning her back against the wall but halfway through them she moved down onto all fours. By the time the forest girl has finished her words Robina has crawled over the camera, so she was directly face-to-face with the lens as the violent little Englishwoman continued to speak.
“The first person to climb up a ladder, grab the belt and get it down will be declared the North American Champion. We have the current North American Champion in Warren Peace…a veteran in Nathaniel Havok…Scotland’s pride, Evan McDonald…the unique Cid Phoenix…Hackney’s own Guv’Nor…the nightmare bringer Niobe Martin…the amazing, Amy Zing…and me. In this match many can climb but seven will fall as there can only be one true winner, one conqueror, one Champion. Unfortunately for those other seven these animal instincts are slowly devouring my sanity within these empty walls…this is not only a potentially bad thing for me but a tremendously devastating thing for them, since being disturbed was have prevented me from going insane…”
These words were deliberately spoken at a slow pace but halfway through these words Robina moved her right hand up, revealing a needle of some kind in her hand. After she finished her last few words Miss Hood slammed her hand down. Moments later she raised her left hand up, to reveal that she has just used the needle to stab her hand, a malicious grin appearing on her face as some blood dribbled down her palm.
“Guv…Niobe…Amy…Evan…Havok…Cid…Peace…bring your pride…bring your honour…and your Peacemakers…it won’t change a thing since, as if written in the stars above the forest of Sherwood, I will rise and I will be the new North American Champion…now somebody let me out here, so I can hurt somebody…”
Moments after finishing her toxic sounding words the footage suddenly fell into static as the last thing the camera could hear was the maniacal laughter of a young woman with nothing to lose.
“For the sake of the production crew’s safety, somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to be confined to a small, dark room…almost like a prison just for me. The door can only be unlocked from the outside so I’m practically stuck, just like a caged animal. Whoever thought that this would be a good safety measure is deadly wrong however. Do you know what happens when put someone, who thrives from roaming the endless reaches of Sherwood Forest, in a cage? Bad things happen. Their mind changes…devolve…mutates into those of an animal…a creature…a monster. Hell, the only difference between humans and animal is that while animals are caged against their own will, we create and live in our very own cages. Imagine what happens if you cage a wolf, the wolf would become incense…wilder…more bloodthirsty than what they originally were. Yet fortunately for those crew members I am trapped in here so all I can do is develop these animalistic characters, which is rather unfortunate for the seven that will take me on in a ladder match at Rasslemania.”
At the start of her words Miss Hood was clearly leaning her back against the wall but halfway through them she moved down onto all fours. By the time the forest girl has finished her words Robina has crawled over the camera, so she was directly face-to-face with the lens as the violent little Englishwoman continued to speak.
“The first person to climb up a ladder, grab the belt and get it down will be declared the North American Champion. We have the current North American Champion in Warren Peace…a veteran in Nathaniel Havok…Scotland’s pride, Evan McDonald…the unique Cid Phoenix…Hackney’s own Guv’Nor…the nightmare bringer Niobe Martin…the amazing, Amy Zing…and me. In this match many can climb but seven will fall as there can only be one true winner, one conqueror, one Champion. Unfortunately for those other seven these animal instincts are slowly devouring my sanity within these empty walls…this is not only a potentially bad thing for me but a tremendously devastating thing for them, since being disturbed was have prevented me from going insane…”
These words were deliberately spoken at a slow pace but halfway through these words Robina moved her right hand up, revealing a needle of some kind in her hand. After she finished her last few words Miss Hood slammed her hand down. Moments later she raised her left hand up, to reveal that she has just used the needle to stab her hand, a malicious grin appearing on her face as some blood dribbled down her palm.
“Guv…Niobe…Amy…Evan…Havok…Cid…Peace…bring your pride…bring your honour…and your Peacemakers…it won’t change a thing since, as if written in the stars above the forest of Sherwood, I will rise and I will be the new North American Champion…now somebody let me out here, so I can hurt somebody…”
Moments after finishing her toxic sounding words the footage suddenly fell into static as the last thing the camera could hear was the maniacal laughter of a young woman with nothing to lose.
Word Count for Entry 3 - 2346
Word Count for Entry 4 - 644
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2990
Grand Word Count of Both RPs (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 5982