Post by MasterEvil on Aug 1, 2013 8:53:56 GMT
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The scene opens up in a forest, a forest completely lush of trees and grass. The sun is shining directly above this forest…even though it is almost impossible to tell since the trees almost completely blocks out the sky. But why is the camera recording in such a forest? To look up the harmonic wildlife? To shoot a scene from some cheesy tropical horror film? None of these were right as the camera began to pick up a voice…a female’s voice humming some kind of familiar tune. The cameraman decided to search for the origin of this voice. It took thirty odd seconds but finally the cameraman arrived at the origin of the sound…a pond.
A simple pond with a few water lilies in the water as well as a female. This female has purple hair, thus making it obvious that she is none other than Robina Hood and when she turned around the cameraman’s face could assemble a raspberry since she is completely naked. Even though her entire upper body is exposed, since her lower half is still underwater, the Englishwoman didn’t look embarrassed at all…but instead annoyed.
“Can’t anyone have a peaceful wash anymore?”
Miss Hood asked as she turned to her left and began to walk out of the pond. The camera managed to capture a shot of one of her buttocks when she exited the pond and was gifted to a full show when she turned to face the camera. While walking over to the camera Miss Hood picked out a nearby red rose and simply dropped it. Knowing what happened to his colleagues the cameraman immediately covered his face…yet nothing happened. The cameraman slowly uncovered his face to find the rose on the floor before looking up to see the sly expression upon Robina’s face.
“You expected me to take you to the Theatre of the Deranged, didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but I’m planning something special for another time. After all, it is our ability to adapt to any wilderness that established humans as the best species on planet Earth. Adaptation and survival, that is what it takes to be the best…it has nothing to do with being the strongest, fastest or smartest…it is just the ability to adapt and survive. Hell this whole Test For The Best tournament is nothing more than a test to see who can adapt, who can survive and who deserves the title of ‘The Best.’ Yet that brings a question into my head…how could the likes of Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith and Jair Hopkins ever qualify for such an occasion?”
She laughed after asking her final question, clearly the Iron Maiden does not values some of her fellow entrants as adequate enough competition. Afterwards Robina glanced over her right shoulder, looking towards the pond, before looking back towards the camera with a grin on her face.
“Sure AC Smith has been the Xtreme Champion for god knows how long and yeah I’ve had yet to see him lose at a pay-per-view but there is always a first for everything. Serious when I hear that name I always think about those rock stars that were amazing years ago but now are nothing more than a broken record that can’t be bothered to get itself fixed. Well AC you better hope that you get eliminated early for, if we meet, I plan to get a sledgehammer and shatter the broken record. Me beating you has nothing to do with me wanting the Suicidal Championship…the only I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life this Sunday is to prove to the entire world that I am nothing less than the best in the world.
I do adapt and I have survived many things while you’re just a daisy waiting for the first winter breeze to blow you faraway. I have heard other things about you Smith and I will admit that you sound damn impressive…but there is a difference between expectation and reality. Everyone expects you to be the next main eventer, others even expecting you to turn this Sunday into the stepping stone towards a future World Title shot. But this isn’t your scene Smith, this is not your scene of glory and you will not leave this Sunday as a winner. I’ve heard people proclaim that you should be one of the main stars but here is my response to those stupid claims…if you should be a main event star, then aren’t you a main event star yet? The answer is simple Smith; you simply don’t have what it takes to make it into the main event scene. So you definitely don’t have what it takes to win this tournament AC and I really hope that get we to be put against each other in this contest…just so that why I am the star and you are nothing more than a support act.”
While saying her words the forest-dweller gently rested her hands down on her hips, continuously ignoring the blushing male holding the camera. Halfway through her words the young woman took a momentary pause to look over her shoulder again. Her eyes focused on the pond again, it seems that something in the water has caught her attention, yet instead of walking over to the pond the girl continued her words. Once she classed AC Smith as ‘a support act’ Miss Hood grabbed the cameraman by his collar and forced him down in a crouching position before crouching down herself.
“Another man who I would class as a support act would be none other than Nathaniel Havok and hopefully, this time round, I get some revenge against him. The first time we’ve been together was in a tag team match where he cost me the match by not having my back and in that ladder match, back at Rasslemania Nine, I didn’t get my hands on him like I wanted to. So perhaps this tournament is basically destiny calling and letting me finally pummel this Muppet. If so then I’ll say thank you destiny and you would be cursing it Havok since I know that you’ve been trying to avoid me for a while. The reason why you’ve been avoiding me? It’s the same reason why you fled from Meltdown, it wasn’t because you knew you could never beat The Guv’nor…but instead because he is afraid…afraid of me.
I actually don’t blame him for this fear since, if I was him, I would be panicking if I ever got to face myself. While you spent Mayhem proving that you’re all bark and no bite, I solidified my spot as the Highlight of the Night when I threw the Guv’nor off a steel cage. Sure you talk a lot on twitter but never once have you done anything that could convert my attention to Overdrive…so probably your role in the night is to show the world that you have some ability. But unfortunately for you, dear Havok, the only people who have that part are unimportant and are only there to make the real stars of the night even brighter. You want to know why I don’t believe that you can pass this test? Your looks, your voice, your name…none of these scream star attraction, instead they scream out ‘superstar’ and you know something about superstars Nathaniel? Superstars don’t three seconds in a Megastar world and if you’re ever unlucky enough to get me in the first round…this world will never hear from you again.”
While quietly saying her words the purple haired dynamo began to slowly make her way near the pond, as if sneaking up on something, and the cameraman chose to follow the nineteen year old, focusing the lens on her hair and back instead of sneaking in a shot of her rear end. When ‘afraid of me’ was spoken the Emo Princess spun around and reached pass the cameraman to pick up her signature bow, as well as an arrow. While saying her second batch of words Robina placed the arrow against the string, held the bow up and pulling the string back. Once the young Brit finished her words she lets go of the string. The arrow struck the water and the fact that the arrowhead is under the water yet the other end is still above the water shows that the arrow has definitely hit its target and Robina instantly shot out a rather smug smile.
“Talking about the world never hearing from them again…who’s Jair Hopkins? I guess I could blame myself for this lack of knowledge since I’ve never bothered to watch either Asylum or Overdrive but who is this guy and is he really good enough for this competition? Or was he simply given a qualifier just so somebody in the tournament gets an easy draw? Wait a second…isn’t he part of that tag team I inadvertently helped win the Tag Team Titles back at Rasslemania? If so then I’m even less impressed. I’ll give him his dues; he’s like a two time Tag Team Champion or some malarkey like that…but there’s a clear difference between tag team competition and solo competition sunshine. In tag team matches you always have somebody watching your back but in solo competition you’re all alone, which could make you easy pickings for the likes of me.
Don’t believe me? What a foolish man you are…other than those Tag Title reigns what have you ever done? The answer? Fuck all. Not only are you unimpressive but you’re probably one of the easiest pushovers in this year’s Test For The Best. This tournament is for the best only and you’re not even good enough for me to have ever heard of you. So here is a very friendly, and one time only, piece of advice I’ve got for you Jair…turn around, go home and give up. Nobody will ever miss you since you’ve done absolutely nothing to be remembered for, hell your Rasslemania moment was basically capitalising on the opportunity I practically handed you on a silver platter. So Jair Hopkins…do yourself a favour and just give up…since nobody never has or ever will care about you.”
Throughout the first half of her words Robina made her way pass the cameraman and towards the arrow before, somewhere around halfway through them, Miss Hood pulled the arrow out from the water. What did the arrow struck? A decent sized fish and she shot out a grin at him before continuing to speak. While saying her words the young woman walked off and when she finished them she arrived at a small campfire. Immediately she pulled the arrow out of the fish and stuck a bigger stick into it before stabbing the stick into the ground, at an angle that held the fish close to the fire. Afterwards Miss Hood sat down and invited the cameraman to sit down as well. Once he sat down she leaned slightly toward the camera, with a grin on her face.
“Talking about Tag Team Titles…isn’t one Aubrey J Parker in this tournament? And isn’t she did pissed off about what happened at Rasslemania? Well boo-hoo I don’t give a shit about what she thinks. Oh sure she has held the North American Championship, the Tag Team Championship and the Suicidal Championship…but held is the keyword of that sentence. Am I going to be lenient on her, or even wish her luck, because me and her are the only women in this match? Fuck no, she tried to threaten me on my Meltdown and now she is going to be paying the price for such a ridiculous action. Maybe she wants to win this tournament badly, for her own goal or for this New Syndicate that sounds like complete bullshit, but all that little thing is going to do is make me smile and laugh even more when I crush those aspirations right in front of her eyes.
You heard me right AJP, I think that the New Syndicate is nothing more than a bunch of blowhard rejects that’s only claim to fame is the team name. Out of all of them, you’re probably the lamest one of them all…people have told me that you’re fighting for the respect of all women yet you wear more make-up than a freaking clown. I know that people view you as one of the greatest female performers here but here comes a newsflash for you Aubrey…you’re unimportant, unneeded and not good enough to win this tournament. Sure I expect you to make it to the semi finals but dear sunshine, your chances of going any further is the same as the likelihood of you beating Level One…it’s going to happen, especially the latter part since while you’re going to look good and get a few possible cheers…I win. Don’t believe me? Don’t believe at your own risk since, at any given moment, I can end your career in a snap of a finger. So pray to Jesus, Buddha, Allah or whatever you believe in…pray like your life depends on it Aubrey…pray that you get eliminated before going against me.”
Unlike all the other times Robina actually stayed still throughout her words. The only movement she made was when the she moved her hands into a prayer kind of position, possibly to further indicate her final line or few.
“Another thing you could pray for, Aubrey, is your rather chaotic friend Logan Alexander since I personally wouldn’t mind facing him in the first round. Why would I pick him over Jace Savage, who I’ve actually pinned a few weeks ago, you ask? Because the current Tap Out Champion has been one guy I’ve desired to compete against since January. Why? Two separate lines, each with three words, ‘Beat The Clock’ and ‘Survive and Conquer.’ The winner of the beat the clock challenger would have faced you at Survive and Conquer for the North American Championship and, even if I got screwed, I failed to get a shot at you…I wanted to turn you into my stepping stone Logan and the moment I had to start off Survive and Conquer, only to watch defend your belt against an undeserving challenger, ate me up on the inside. Yet now, after five long months, it seems that I finally get to use you as a stepping stone this Sunday.
Don’t worry Logan, I ain’t going to underestimate you since you were the top guy when I first came onto Meltdown and out of all the other entrants you’re the one I’m looking forward to facing the most. But don’t think that this would be a good thing since now you have even less of a chance at beating me then you had before. So bring on the Chaos Strike Force and all the other chaos named moves you have for you’ll need Plan A all the way down to Plan Z to beat me. Perhaps I can be a little cocky but that won’t stop me from pinning you - one, two, three - if we end up facing each other at Test For The Best. So if you plan on bringing glory to the New Syndicate, you’ve got another thing coming Logan.”
The nineteen year old actually giggled after finishing her words before standing herself up. Afterwards she into a bush big enough to cover her body.Half a minute went by before Robina came out from the bush as she is now wearing a violet bra with matching panties before positioning herself besides the cameraman again.
“Man…ain’t the New Syndicate full of greedy sods these days? A third fucking member and, out of them all, probably the most egotistical…so egotistical that he refers to one of his moves as ‘super sexy.’ This berk I’m talking about none other than Christian Kane…the guy who failed twice to capitalise on the perfect opportunity that I handed him on a silver platter. At Survive and Conquer he failed to win the North American Title and at Rasslemania he failed to walk out as Tag Team Champions. So the first pay-per-view I decided not to have his back…he lost, again. It seems that Christian is in a bit of a slump isn’t he? Well unfortunately for the ‘super sexy’ one that slump is simply going to continue on since I may not be ‘super sexy’ but I am ‘The Perfect Megastar.’ How can I be so assured about my chances? Because I defeated one of the best wrestlers in APW to enter this tournament. So who have you defeated to get here Christian?
Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring because you are tiny compared to my potential. Perhaps I’ll never be referred to as ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’ but I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about such a thing…since I thrive on the suffering of those who cross my path and, dear Christian, if we end up in the ring against each other than I promise you that your screams of pain shall drown out the crowd’s reactions. Be it through me pulling your hair out or using the steel steps to injure your arm …I’m going to take you, make you suffer the most pain you’ve ever felt and, just to finish it off, I’ll take your ‘super sexy’ face and ruin it to a point where you’ll have to wear a paper bag in shame of how ‘super ugly’ you’ve become.”
Apparently the cool breeze didn’t affect the young Brit at all since she didn’t shiver, not even once, as she spoke out her words. Once her words were finished Robina pulled the fish towards her and nibbled it before glancing back towards the camera.
“Can’t a hungry girl have a bite to eat? Remember the words adapt and survive? If you don’t eat what’s around you then you can’t adapt, thus being unable to survive. Test For The Best is basically a test for everyone and while I’m proud to represent Meltdown, I don’t represent it alone for there is also Jace Savage…yeah he’s bound to be nothing more than fodder for somebody else but, at the end of the day, he earned his spot so he deserves some credit. It might also be worth noting that I’m going to give him credit for the fact that he practically wants nothing to do with his wealthy father, just like me. Yeah we have our different reasons, like him hating everything his dad stood for and my parents turning a blind eye towards the molestation that I suffered, but Jace definitely has what it takes to survive and conquer.
But don’t let that comment go into your head, Jace; the last thing you need is a massive ego, since it was that ego that helped me pin you a while back. But hey, all I know, you could be the ill-fated git that gets put against me in the very first round…which I wouldn’t actually mind for there is one thing that does get on my nerves…and that is when people negatively about one of my friends. I don’t know if you want Sienna Harrison gone or are trying to make it happen but here is some news for you, sunshine…I’m not only going to put an end to your hopes of winning this contest, but I’m also going to kill your stupid revolution. You think you can pass this test Jace, huh? You may have the surname ‘Savage’ but if you cross my path again, I’ll show you how savage I can be.”
At first she sound relaxed but this laidback manner quickly deteriorated halfway through them as each word started to sound more and more purposeful. Yet after finishing those very words the purple haired dynamo simply had another nibble before placing her attention back on the camera.
“What is the purpose of Meltdown anyway? To bring in the next generation? Or to protect dinosaurs like Biggs from being replaced by the next big thing? Understandably Biggs is one of the odds on favourites to win Test For The Best, just like he was the guy I betted a fiver on at Rasslemania, yet just like what happened at Rasslemania he’s going to let everyone down again. Sure he produced the greatest match I’ve ever seen but at the end of the day he lost…so while I do expect him to look phenomenal in the ring, he is simply going to leave yet another pay-per-view as a loser. Sure he’s one of the top guys in APW but here’s a newsflash Spaceman, I ain’t no E-T…I’m the motherfucking predator that is going to make you wish that your initials were A.S.
I know that you’re going to get through the first round since you’re the Starmaker…beating you is the perfect way to show the world that people are ready for The Bigg Time since a victory over somebody as legendary as you could easily the pinnacle of anybody’s career, mine included. Yes I just admitted that you’re a legend but, before you get Spaced Out by that compliment Spaceman, let me tell you something about legends…they’re the past. You are the past of APW, Biggs, and even though you’re one of the all-time greats…the past never beats the future. So, if we do meet up this Sunday, let’s produce the twenty-first century version of David versus Goliath when I pin you…one……two………three.”
Robina seems to be settled by the warm fire since she refuse to budge from her position as she spoke out her words. The only major movement she made was when the young Brit used her index, middle and marriage finger of her left hand to indicate the pin fall. However, the deranged archer stood up once her words were over and went back behind the bush. Another thirty seconds pass and she came back out but in her ring gear this time as she sat herself back down.
“Another David versus Goliath occasion could be if I end up pinning CJ Gates in the finals, yes I have a feeling that he’ll be my opponent when I get to the final question of this test…what a way to win Test For The Best in my rookie year, by defeating a certifiable legend in Gates. But as a legend I guess we’ll be hearing his knees click every time he moves…what? Did that step on a nerve CJ? Well what are you going to do about it? Bend me over your knee and spank me? Don’t make me laugh…sure you were amazing in twenty-eleven, hell you won this tournament in that year for crying out loud, but that was two years ago. Since then all you’ve been practically known for is being Level-One’s whipping boy.
Perhaps that is why you want to win this tournament so badly Gates…while you supposedly have the money to buy the Empire State Building twice, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought compared to all the other big name stars here. Level-One…Terry Marvin…Michael Callahan…hell even Sally Talfourd more relevant than you and she ain’t even here anymore. You not only want to pass the test gates but you need to pass the test just to prove to the world that you are one of the best around. Unfortunately for you White Knight this Damsel of the Woods is not only going to stop you…why is that? It’s the same reason I am going to conquer over all the other entrants. My name is Robina Hood, I am the Perfect Megastar and I’ll be the one passing the test this year.”
She stayed still while speaking but it was near the end of them that Miss Hood finally made some proper movement. The moment she uttered ‘this year’ that Robina was now face-to-face with the camera lens and she gave out a cute smile while reaching her right hand around the device and pressing the stop button…putting an end to this promo in the process.
A simple pond with a few water lilies in the water as well as a female. This female has purple hair, thus making it obvious that she is none other than Robina Hood and when she turned around the cameraman’s face could assemble a raspberry since she is completely naked. Even though her entire upper body is exposed, since her lower half is still underwater, the Englishwoman didn’t look embarrassed at all…but instead annoyed.
“Can’t anyone have a peaceful wash anymore?”
Miss Hood asked as she turned to her left and began to walk out of the pond. The camera managed to capture a shot of one of her buttocks when she exited the pond and was gifted to a full show when she turned to face the camera. While walking over to the camera Miss Hood picked out a nearby red rose and simply dropped it. Knowing what happened to his colleagues the cameraman immediately covered his face…yet nothing happened. The cameraman slowly uncovered his face to find the rose on the floor before looking up to see the sly expression upon Robina’s face.
“You expected me to take you to the Theatre of the Deranged, didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but I’m planning something special for another time. After all, it is our ability to adapt to any wilderness that established humans as the best species on planet Earth. Adaptation and survival, that is what it takes to be the best…it has nothing to do with being the strongest, fastest or smartest…it is just the ability to adapt and survive. Hell this whole Test For The Best tournament is nothing more than a test to see who can adapt, who can survive and who deserves the title of ‘The Best.’ Yet that brings a question into my head…how could the likes of Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith and Jair Hopkins ever qualify for such an occasion?”
She laughed after asking her final question, clearly the Iron Maiden does not values some of her fellow entrants as adequate enough competition. Afterwards Robina glanced over her right shoulder, looking towards the pond, before looking back towards the camera with a grin on her face.
“Sure AC Smith has been the Xtreme Champion for god knows how long and yeah I’ve had yet to see him lose at a pay-per-view but there is always a first for everything. Serious when I hear that name I always think about those rock stars that were amazing years ago but now are nothing more than a broken record that can’t be bothered to get itself fixed. Well AC you better hope that you get eliminated early for, if we meet, I plan to get a sledgehammer and shatter the broken record. Me beating you has nothing to do with me wanting the Suicidal Championship…the only I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life this Sunday is to prove to the entire world that I am nothing less than the best in the world.
I do adapt and I have survived many things while you’re just a daisy waiting for the first winter breeze to blow you faraway. I have heard other things about you Smith and I will admit that you sound damn impressive…but there is a difference between expectation and reality. Everyone expects you to be the next main eventer, others even expecting you to turn this Sunday into the stepping stone towards a future World Title shot. But this isn’t your scene Smith, this is not your scene of glory and you will not leave this Sunday as a winner. I’ve heard people proclaim that you should be one of the main stars but here is my response to those stupid claims…if you should be a main event star, then aren’t you a main event star yet? The answer is simple Smith; you simply don’t have what it takes to make it into the main event scene. So you definitely don’t have what it takes to win this tournament AC and I really hope that get we to be put against each other in this contest…just so that why I am the star and you are nothing more than a support act.”
While saying her words the forest-dweller gently rested her hands down on her hips, continuously ignoring the blushing male holding the camera. Halfway through her words the young woman took a momentary pause to look over her shoulder again. Her eyes focused on the pond again, it seems that something in the water has caught her attention, yet instead of walking over to the pond the girl continued her words. Once she classed AC Smith as ‘a support act’ Miss Hood grabbed the cameraman by his collar and forced him down in a crouching position before crouching down herself.
“Another man who I would class as a support act would be none other than Nathaniel Havok and hopefully, this time round, I get some revenge against him. The first time we’ve been together was in a tag team match where he cost me the match by not having my back and in that ladder match, back at Rasslemania Nine, I didn’t get my hands on him like I wanted to. So perhaps this tournament is basically destiny calling and letting me finally pummel this Muppet. If so then I’ll say thank you destiny and you would be cursing it Havok since I know that you’ve been trying to avoid me for a while. The reason why you’ve been avoiding me? It’s the same reason why you fled from Meltdown, it wasn’t because you knew you could never beat The Guv’nor…but instead because he is afraid…afraid of me.
I actually don’t blame him for this fear since, if I was him, I would be panicking if I ever got to face myself. While you spent Mayhem proving that you’re all bark and no bite, I solidified my spot as the Highlight of the Night when I threw the Guv’nor off a steel cage. Sure you talk a lot on twitter but never once have you done anything that could convert my attention to Overdrive…so probably your role in the night is to show the world that you have some ability. But unfortunately for you, dear Havok, the only people who have that part are unimportant and are only there to make the real stars of the night even brighter. You want to know why I don’t believe that you can pass this test? Your looks, your voice, your name…none of these scream star attraction, instead they scream out ‘superstar’ and you know something about superstars Nathaniel? Superstars don’t three seconds in a Megastar world and if you’re ever unlucky enough to get me in the first round…this world will never hear from you again.”
While quietly saying her words the purple haired dynamo began to slowly make her way near the pond, as if sneaking up on something, and the cameraman chose to follow the nineteen year old, focusing the lens on her hair and back instead of sneaking in a shot of her rear end. When ‘afraid of me’ was spoken the Emo Princess spun around and reached pass the cameraman to pick up her signature bow, as well as an arrow. While saying her second batch of words Robina placed the arrow against the string, held the bow up and pulling the string back. Once the young Brit finished her words she lets go of the string. The arrow struck the water and the fact that the arrowhead is under the water yet the other end is still above the water shows that the arrow has definitely hit its target and Robina instantly shot out a rather smug smile.
“Talking about the world never hearing from them again…who’s Jair Hopkins? I guess I could blame myself for this lack of knowledge since I’ve never bothered to watch either Asylum or Overdrive but who is this guy and is he really good enough for this competition? Or was he simply given a qualifier just so somebody in the tournament gets an easy draw? Wait a second…isn’t he part of that tag team I inadvertently helped win the Tag Team Titles back at Rasslemania? If so then I’m even less impressed. I’ll give him his dues; he’s like a two time Tag Team Champion or some malarkey like that…but there’s a clear difference between tag team competition and solo competition sunshine. In tag team matches you always have somebody watching your back but in solo competition you’re all alone, which could make you easy pickings for the likes of me.
Don’t believe me? What a foolish man you are…other than those Tag Title reigns what have you ever done? The answer? Fuck all. Not only are you unimpressive but you’re probably one of the easiest pushovers in this year’s Test For The Best. This tournament is for the best only and you’re not even good enough for me to have ever heard of you. So here is a very friendly, and one time only, piece of advice I’ve got for you Jair…turn around, go home and give up. Nobody will ever miss you since you’ve done absolutely nothing to be remembered for, hell your Rasslemania moment was basically capitalising on the opportunity I practically handed you on a silver platter. So Jair Hopkins…do yourself a favour and just give up…since nobody never has or ever will care about you.”
Throughout the first half of her words Robina made her way pass the cameraman and towards the arrow before, somewhere around halfway through them, Miss Hood pulled the arrow out from the water. What did the arrow struck? A decent sized fish and she shot out a grin at him before continuing to speak. While saying her words the young woman walked off and when she finished them she arrived at a small campfire. Immediately she pulled the arrow out of the fish and stuck a bigger stick into it before stabbing the stick into the ground, at an angle that held the fish close to the fire. Afterwards Miss Hood sat down and invited the cameraman to sit down as well. Once he sat down she leaned slightly toward the camera, with a grin on her face.
“Talking about Tag Team Titles…isn’t one Aubrey J Parker in this tournament? And isn’t she did pissed off about what happened at Rasslemania? Well boo-hoo I don’t give a shit about what she thinks. Oh sure she has held the North American Championship, the Tag Team Championship and the Suicidal Championship…but held is the keyword of that sentence. Am I going to be lenient on her, or even wish her luck, because me and her are the only women in this match? Fuck no, she tried to threaten me on my Meltdown and now she is going to be paying the price for such a ridiculous action. Maybe she wants to win this tournament badly, for her own goal or for this New Syndicate that sounds like complete bullshit, but all that little thing is going to do is make me smile and laugh even more when I crush those aspirations right in front of her eyes.
You heard me right AJP, I think that the New Syndicate is nothing more than a bunch of blowhard rejects that’s only claim to fame is the team name. Out of all of them, you’re probably the lamest one of them all…people have told me that you’re fighting for the respect of all women yet you wear more make-up than a freaking clown. I know that people view you as one of the greatest female performers here but here comes a newsflash for you Aubrey…you’re unimportant, unneeded and not good enough to win this tournament. Sure I expect you to make it to the semi finals but dear sunshine, your chances of going any further is the same as the likelihood of you beating Level One…it’s going to happen, especially the latter part since while you’re going to look good and get a few possible cheers…I win. Don’t believe me? Don’t believe at your own risk since, at any given moment, I can end your career in a snap of a finger. So pray to Jesus, Buddha, Allah or whatever you believe in…pray like your life depends on it Aubrey…pray that you get eliminated before going against me.”
Unlike all the other times Robina actually stayed still throughout her words. The only movement she made was when the she moved her hands into a prayer kind of position, possibly to further indicate her final line or few.
“Another thing you could pray for, Aubrey, is your rather chaotic friend Logan Alexander since I personally wouldn’t mind facing him in the first round. Why would I pick him over Jace Savage, who I’ve actually pinned a few weeks ago, you ask? Because the current Tap Out Champion has been one guy I’ve desired to compete against since January. Why? Two separate lines, each with three words, ‘Beat The Clock’ and ‘Survive and Conquer.’ The winner of the beat the clock challenger would have faced you at Survive and Conquer for the North American Championship and, even if I got screwed, I failed to get a shot at you…I wanted to turn you into my stepping stone Logan and the moment I had to start off Survive and Conquer, only to watch defend your belt against an undeserving challenger, ate me up on the inside. Yet now, after five long months, it seems that I finally get to use you as a stepping stone this Sunday.
Don’t worry Logan, I ain’t going to underestimate you since you were the top guy when I first came onto Meltdown and out of all the other entrants you’re the one I’m looking forward to facing the most. But don’t think that this would be a good thing since now you have even less of a chance at beating me then you had before. So bring on the Chaos Strike Force and all the other chaos named moves you have for you’ll need Plan A all the way down to Plan Z to beat me. Perhaps I can be a little cocky but that won’t stop me from pinning you - one, two, three - if we end up facing each other at Test For The Best. So if you plan on bringing glory to the New Syndicate, you’ve got another thing coming Logan.”
The nineteen year old actually giggled after finishing her words before standing herself up. Afterwards she into a bush big enough to cover her body.Half a minute went by before Robina came out from the bush as she is now wearing a violet bra with matching panties before positioning herself besides the cameraman again.
“Man…ain’t the New Syndicate full of greedy sods these days? A third fucking member and, out of them all, probably the most egotistical…so egotistical that he refers to one of his moves as ‘super sexy.’ This berk I’m talking about none other than Christian Kane…the guy who failed twice to capitalise on the perfect opportunity that I handed him on a silver platter. At Survive and Conquer he failed to win the North American Title and at Rasslemania he failed to walk out as Tag Team Champions. So the first pay-per-view I decided not to have his back…he lost, again. It seems that Christian is in a bit of a slump isn’t he? Well unfortunately for the ‘super sexy’ one that slump is simply going to continue on since I may not be ‘super sexy’ but I am ‘The Perfect Megastar.’ How can I be so assured about my chances? Because I defeated one of the best wrestlers in APW to enter this tournament. So who have you defeated to get here Christian?
Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring because you are tiny compared to my potential. Perhaps I’ll never be referred to as ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’ but I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about such a thing…since I thrive on the suffering of those who cross my path and, dear Christian, if we end up in the ring against each other than I promise you that your screams of pain shall drown out the crowd’s reactions. Be it through me pulling your hair out or using the steel steps to injure your arm …I’m going to take you, make you suffer the most pain you’ve ever felt and, just to finish it off, I’ll take your ‘super sexy’ face and ruin it to a point where you’ll have to wear a paper bag in shame of how ‘super ugly’ you’ve become.”
Apparently the cool breeze didn’t affect the young Brit at all since she didn’t shiver, not even once, as she spoke out her words. Once her words were finished Robina pulled the fish towards her and nibbled it before glancing back towards the camera.
“Can’t a hungry girl have a bite to eat? Remember the words adapt and survive? If you don’t eat what’s around you then you can’t adapt, thus being unable to survive. Test For The Best is basically a test for everyone and while I’m proud to represent Meltdown, I don’t represent it alone for there is also Jace Savage…yeah he’s bound to be nothing more than fodder for somebody else but, at the end of the day, he earned his spot so he deserves some credit. It might also be worth noting that I’m going to give him credit for the fact that he practically wants nothing to do with his wealthy father, just like me. Yeah we have our different reasons, like him hating everything his dad stood for and my parents turning a blind eye towards the molestation that I suffered, but Jace definitely has what it takes to survive and conquer.
But don’t let that comment go into your head, Jace; the last thing you need is a massive ego, since it was that ego that helped me pin you a while back. But hey, all I know, you could be the ill-fated git that gets put against me in the very first round…which I wouldn’t actually mind for there is one thing that does get on my nerves…and that is when people negatively about one of my friends. I don’t know if you want Sienna Harrison gone or are trying to make it happen but here is some news for you, sunshine…I’m not only going to put an end to your hopes of winning this contest, but I’m also going to kill your stupid revolution. You think you can pass this test Jace, huh? You may have the surname ‘Savage’ but if you cross my path again, I’ll show you how savage I can be.”
At first she sound relaxed but this laidback manner quickly deteriorated halfway through them as each word started to sound more and more purposeful. Yet after finishing those very words the purple haired dynamo simply had another nibble before placing her attention back on the camera.
“What is the purpose of Meltdown anyway? To bring in the next generation? Or to protect dinosaurs like Biggs from being replaced by the next big thing? Understandably Biggs is one of the odds on favourites to win Test For The Best, just like he was the guy I betted a fiver on at Rasslemania, yet just like what happened at Rasslemania he’s going to let everyone down again. Sure he produced the greatest match I’ve ever seen but at the end of the day he lost…so while I do expect him to look phenomenal in the ring, he is simply going to leave yet another pay-per-view as a loser. Sure he’s one of the top guys in APW but here’s a newsflash Spaceman, I ain’t no E-T…I’m the motherfucking predator that is going to make you wish that your initials were A.S.
I know that you’re going to get through the first round since you’re the Starmaker…beating you is the perfect way to show the world that people are ready for The Bigg Time since a victory over somebody as legendary as you could easily the pinnacle of anybody’s career, mine included. Yes I just admitted that you’re a legend but, before you get Spaced Out by that compliment Spaceman, let me tell you something about legends…they’re the past. You are the past of APW, Biggs, and even though you’re one of the all-time greats…the past never beats the future. So, if we do meet up this Sunday, let’s produce the twenty-first century version of David versus Goliath when I pin you…one……two………three.”
Robina seems to be settled by the warm fire since she refuse to budge from her position as she spoke out her words. The only major movement she made was when the young Brit used her index, middle and marriage finger of her left hand to indicate the pin fall. However, the deranged archer stood up once her words were over and went back behind the bush. Another thirty seconds pass and she came back out but in her ring gear this time as she sat herself back down.
“Another David versus Goliath occasion could be if I end up pinning CJ Gates in the finals, yes I have a feeling that he’ll be my opponent when I get to the final question of this test…what a way to win Test For The Best in my rookie year, by defeating a certifiable legend in Gates. But as a legend I guess we’ll be hearing his knees click every time he moves…what? Did that step on a nerve CJ? Well what are you going to do about it? Bend me over your knee and spank me? Don’t make me laugh…sure you were amazing in twenty-eleven, hell you won this tournament in that year for crying out loud, but that was two years ago. Since then all you’ve been practically known for is being Level-One’s whipping boy.
Perhaps that is why you want to win this tournament so badly Gates…while you supposedly have the money to buy the Empire State Building twice, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought compared to all the other big name stars here. Level-One…Terry Marvin…Michael Callahan…hell even Sally Talfourd more relevant than you and she ain’t even here anymore. You not only want to pass the test gates but you need to pass the test just to prove to the world that you are one of the best around. Unfortunately for you White Knight this Damsel of the Woods is not only going to stop you…why is that? It’s the same reason I am going to conquer over all the other entrants. My name is Robina Hood, I am the Perfect Megastar and I’ll be the one passing the test this year.”
She stayed still while speaking but it was near the end of them that Miss Hood finally made some proper movement. The moment she uttered ‘this year’ that Robina was now face-to-face with the camera lens and she gave out a cute smile while reaching her right hand around the device and pressing the stop button…putting an end to this promo in the process.
act 2
My eyes snap open and I scream at a very high pitch…another nightmare haunts my night. Well I can just say ‘the same’ instead of ‘another’ since it is the same nightmare that has haunted me many times before. Gemma’s hands, Chad’s sickening smile and my frightened naked body…why can’t this nightmare leave me alone!?! The clock say half three in the morning and my cold, sweaty, body is all alone in this hotel room. Normally Shannon would be with me but since her Monday night match is taking place so far away from Test For The Best, we opted to be apart and meet up on Monday…but now I’m regretting this decision. I’m so alone in this dark and empty room as the first thing I do is get myself out of bed. In my lilac pyjama top and bottoms I moved towards the light switch and instantly flicked all the lights on.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody who will be awake at this time…Rafael, my friend in Rio.
Hi Rafael,
How are you doing? I know this is a bit early from me but I’ve had another nightmare again…but anyway, other than that, I’m doing alright. Tomorrow night I get to compete against nine others at APW’s Test For The Best event, which I think will be broadcasted in Brazil, to win this Test For The Best tournament. But to be perfectly honest with you…I don’t think I can win at all, hell I’ll be very lucky to even get through the first round. Look at my opponents, they’re all big names who has been successful many times - well except for Jace Savage but he doesn’t count - while I’m just some, purple haired, nineteen year old from Nottingham. How the hell do I stand a chance against any of them? If anything, The Guv’nor should have been in this tournament…not me…
But I didn’t e-mail you to cry over your shoulder. How are you doing? And how are those orphans I’ve introduced you to? Are they doing alright? And is the revival of their orphanage going as planned? I wish I could come around again to check myself but, due to the fact that I’m with two different wrestling companies, the best chance I’ve got of ever doing that is if APW has another South American tour or WEW decides to have their first.
From your ‘English Muffin’ Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response by Rafael, damn he types really fast. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hola Megan,
It’s cute to see that you still like that nickname I gave you, even when Shannon laughed her head off when I called you it in front of her. Overall I’m doing alright, annoyed as hell at my noisy neighbours but I guess that is what to be expected when you buy cheap. The little nightmares, or ‘orphans’ as you prefer to call them, are definitely an adventurous bunch…but I think they prefer you over me since I keep losing something every time I visit the buggers. But yeah, the roof and the upstairs have been repaired and restored…the windows are behind schedule but the children don’t mind. I’m very surprised, yet touched, that you would donate the majority of your wages, from both companies, to the restoration of an orphanage.
But thanks for the news about Test For The Best, now I get to see you kick some major ass. I do have confidence in you Megan, no offence but you seem to be the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon never told yet but you seem to have a bit of an inferiority complex…you said that ‘The Guv’nor’ should be in the competition instead of you, most likely because you think he could possibly win the entire thing. Yet you defeated him to be in the tournament so you should be more than confident enough to win this ‘Test For The Best.’ So what if the majority of your opponents are established? Occasions like these are made for people like you to shine brighter than the bigger stars.
But if you want a piece of advice then I guess I’ll give you some…there’s no need to constantly doubt yourself since you’re very talented, which is extremely rare among competitors under the age of twenty-one. Sure you have a couple of faults, like your bad eyesight, but nobody is flawless…so ignore these issues, focus on your strengths and never give up. You have the capability of beating anybody in the world Megan, all you have to do is commit everything you have into this tournament so that, either you win the entire thing or just one match, you’ll be proud of your performance.
But I have to go off to work now, since my colleague has chosen the worst bloody time to get pregnant, so I wish you luck Megan. Me and all those children will be watching the event, with the television I bought them, ready to cheer you on…so good luck my English Muffin.
Rafael
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a final promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody who will be awake at this time…Rafael, my friend in Rio.
Hi Rafael,
How are you doing? I know this is a bit early from me but I’ve had another nightmare again…but anyway, other than that, I’m doing alright. Tomorrow night I get to compete against nine others at APW’s Test For The Best event, which I think will be broadcasted in Brazil, to win this Test For The Best tournament. But to be perfectly honest with you…I don’t think I can win at all, hell I’ll be very lucky to even get through the first round. Look at my opponents, they’re all big names who has been successful many times - well except for Jace Savage but he doesn’t count - while I’m just some, purple haired, nineteen year old from Nottingham. How the hell do I stand a chance against any of them? If anything, The Guv’nor should have been in this tournament…not me…
But I didn’t e-mail you to cry over your shoulder. How are you doing? And how are those orphans I’ve introduced you to? Are they doing alright? And is the revival of their orphanage going as planned? I wish I could come around again to check myself but, due to the fact that I’m with two different wrestling companies, the best chance I’ve got of ever doing that is if APW has another South American tour or WEW decides to have their first.
From your ‘English Muffin’ Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response by Rafael, damn he types really fast. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hola Megan,
It’s cute to see that you still like that nickname I gave you, even when Shannon laughed her head off when I called you it in front of her. Overall I’m doing alright, annoyed as hell at my noisy neighbours but I guess that is what to be expected when you buy cheap. The little nightmares, or ‘orphans’ as you prefer to call them, are definitely an adventurous bunch…but I think they prefer you over me since I keep losing something every time I visit the buggers. But yeah, the roof and the upstairs have been repaired and restored…the windows are behind schedule but the children don’t mind. I’m very surprised, yet touched, that you would donate the majority of your wages, from both companies, to the restoration of an orphanage.
But thanks for the news about Test For The Best, now I get to see you kick some major ass. I do have confidence in you Megan, no offence but you seem to be the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon never told yet but you seem to have a bit of an inferiority complex…you said that ‘The Guv’nor’ should be in the competition instead of you, most likely because you think he could possibly win the entire thing. Yet you defeated him to be in the tournament so you should be more than confident enough to win this ‘Test For The Best.’ So what if the majority of your opponents are established? Occasions like these are made for people like you to shine brighter than the bigger stars.
But if you want a piece of advice then I guess I’ll give you some…there’s no need to constantly doubt yourself since you’re very talented, which is extremely rare among competitors under the age of twenty-one. Sure you have a couple of faults, like your bad eyesight, but nobody is flawless…so ignore these issues, focus on your strengths and never give up. You have the capability of beating anybody in the world Megan, all you have to do is commit everything you have into this tournament so that, either you win the entire thing or just one match, you’ll be proud of your performance.
But I have to go off to work now, since my colleague has chosen the worst bloody time to get pregnant, so I wish you luck Megan. Me and all those children will be watching the event, with the television I bought them, ready to cheer you on…so good luck my English Muffin.
Rafael
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a final promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
act 3
This city street sure is busy as there are people going in different directions towards their specific destinations as the camera tries to capture some of these people. The camera however stopped when a mysteriously hooded girl is spotted standing still in this street. Even though the hood covers her eyes, the grin that on her face shows that she was purposely looking at the male. The cameraman finally decides to approach the female yet the moment he tried the hooded figure spun around and ran off. The fact that the crowd seem to not acknowledge her existence raised the cameraman’s curiosity as he decides to give chase. Getting through the crowd was hard but after not too long he managed to find the hooded person in an alleyway by herself.
He decides to be slower with his approach, in case she originally ran out of fear, as she seems to be fixated at what is in her hands, even though her back faces the camera. After a fifth step the girl’s right hand snapped out, a red rose flying out of that very hand. Being thrown the flower took very little time to touch the floor and the moment it did a blinding light flashed. When the cameraman uncovered his eyes, as the camera regained focus, he was completely shocked at what is in front of him. They are back in a Roman Colosseum and in front of him, sitting on emperor’s throne, is none other than Robina Hood. In her red dress, with a semi-transparent section on the lower half of it, she sat there quite comfortably yet that wasn’t what has the cameraman’s attention.
“Want to say hello to my little friends?”
Robina asked in a cocky way since she knew that the camera’s attention is mainly on the two lions. You’ve read that right…at both sides of her thrones is a lion as, after she said her words, one of them raised up and rested its head on her lap. In return the Englishwoman began to affectionately stroke it while her eyes didn’t move away from the camera.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and don’t mind the lions, they won’t do anything without my permission. Why won’t they disobey me? Because, in the nude, I choked their vicious former leader to death…so these cuties are now my ever-loving pets. I’ve passed the test of lions and this Sunday, I have the chance to pass the test to officially call myself to best in Action Packed Wrestling. What’s in between me and the performance of a lifetime? Nine puppets that wants to be the main act…am I worried about these marionettes? Hell no, I’m the Master of Puppets and I’ll be the one passing the test this year. How will I do so? I’m going to win this year’s Test For The Best tournament.”
Confidently said words by a confident looking young woman as she continued to stroke the lion. Earlier today the cameraman spent the majority of his time watching repeats of Robina’s promos, so now he isn’t blushing at all and the young woman gave him a complimentary smile without breaking character.
“But who will be the antagonist of tomorrow’s scene? Could it be Jace Savage, a fellow Meltdown representative who has been labelled as an underdog in this tournament? If you ever think he could win the entire thing then you seriously need your head to be checked on. Everything about him, from his baby face to his goofy name, screams out just one word…loser. Hell I don’t believe he genuinely wants to win this tournament. He wants my friend Sienna to disappear yet his revolution is more a joke than Mister Dangerous’ win-loss record, so there is no way that she should even waste her time taking this Savage kid seriously, since he’s bound to fall flat on his face again. Actually, now I think about it, he’s probably going to be too preoccupied with Iron Nightmare to actually focus on his matches…so he definitely won’t be worth sharing my spotlight with.”
The Damsel of the Woods was quite haughty when speaking about Jace, the lion moving its head off her lap as she finished them. She puffed out her chest in pride after muttering her final few words, a confident grin appearing on her face as if she knows she is going to win the tournament or something.
“Another man that I don’t believe have what it takes to go to the finals is Christian Kane, hell I actually think he’ll be one of the chaps who goes out in the very first round. Sure he talks a good game but what has he done to back up such talk? He loses every single pay-per-view match he takes part in, a man like him could seriously take the easiest of roles and make it look impossible to do…in a bad way. Why don’t I think he’ll make the semi finals? Because the words ‘super sexy’ doesn’t make him any better than the average Neanderthal that will be attendance. And compared to the other entrants he ain’t anything special. Christian Kane can be a future product but this puppet is boring and there is no way something as dull as him should ever be put in the same scene as me. So after this contest is over, I plan on throwing that puppet in the bin, since beating him will be so easy that it’s a waste of both my time and effort.”
The Emo Princess seem to be very self-assured of herself at the moment, especially when she considers one ‘Christian Kane’ to be too ‘dull’ to be in her spotlight. She giggled after finishing her words and decided to push herself up from the throne. The moment she was up straight both lions up moved closer to the young woman.
“Another person that is boring is one Aubrey Parker…yes I just called Aubrey boring. Hell I purposely chose to never watch Asylum just to avoid her constantly lacklustre performance…sure I can make one of her matches at least passable but that would be the biggest waste of talent in wrestling history. Sure we’re both women but I ain’t going to wish her luck for having the same gender as me…I honestly ran out of shits to give if she was a man, woman or both. Unlike her I don’t seek to prove women are superior to men since gender superior has never meant anything to me, neither does her obsession with getting her hands on Level-One. Level-One can suck a dildo all I care; I’m only interested in giving the world the most grandest of performances by winning Test For The Best and, quite frankly, I don’t think AJP has what it takes to get the W-I-N tomorrow night.”
While saying her words Robina moved over to a ledge and lightly leaned over it. After she finished her words the camera got a tiny bit close to her, not wanting the lions to view him as a chew toy, and glanced over the ledge. It was at this moment that he realised that she was looking down towards the empty stage.
“Another disappointing piece of shit that I don’t think has what it takes is Nathaniel Havok…many times he has tried to beat The Guv’nor and every single time he has failed. Sure I’ve failed many times but I at least got that one clean victory over him while the only thing Havok has done, that could be considered as clean, is washing his face after browning so many people. Don’t believe me? Well then sunshine, why is Havok among this League of Extraordinary Wrestlers when the only thing ‘extraordinary’ about him is how wide his mouth goes when trying to hype himself up. Perhaps those three morons saw something that no one else could see but, personally, all Havok is ever going to be is hype. Sure he’s a former World Champion but, at the end of the day, hype can only get so far and it won’t get him far enough to be a threat to me.”
After finishing her words one of the lions rubbed her leg and a sweet smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to stroke both lions.
“Another man that I don’t consider as a legitimate threat is one AC Smith. I’ve already stated my view that if he should be a main eventer then why isn’t he…but I will admit that it takes talent to be a Champion for as long as he has, so perhaps he is a suitable dark horse. But you know what happens to a certain dark horse in The Last of Us? It got shot down with an arrow and tomorrow night, if Mister Smith becomes my first round opponent then I’ll do what Missis Smith couldn’t in shooting him, and his chances, down with an arrow. Hell, after I’m done with him, his carcass might make a decent snack for my cute little babies here.”
While saying her words the deranged archer continued to pet the lions and they seem to have enjoyed it as, after she finished her words, they both settled down on the floor. It was at that moment a big grin appeared on Robina’s face as she pointed at the stage.
“Be it that stage, or the ring tomorrow night, I plan on giving the entire world the grandest of performances and - to be completely honest - I want Logan Alexander to be my first round opponent the most. Either I get him or not isn’t something I can choose but I would still prefer to pick him since his chaos control, force or whatever the fuck he calls it, is brilliant for the first scene of my glorious play…the Scene of Chaos. Chaos is definitely the best word to describe what we’re going to do together Logan; we’re going to go insane…berserk…disturbing. Once our pandemonium comes to an end, one thing is going to be crystal clear. I’m going to be the one standing tall and moving on while he’s going to be on the floor with the hell beaten out of him.”
Okay, the chuckle that the young woman just gave out, after finishing her words, sounded maniacal…but doesn’t maniacs thrive in anarchy? Once she had her chuckle Robina walked pass the cameraman, possibly giving him an ass shot if he bothered to look down, and picked up a rose from a table. The camera spun around to catch Miss Hood turning around to face the camera, the rose being in both of her hands.
“But after I defeat Logan Alexander who would I want to face in the semi finals? Biggs perhaps? Well I wouldn’t blame any of you for thinking that I would want to face the Spaceman since he is a legendary figure, the main eventer of Rasslemania and probably the second biggest star on Overdrive at this very moment. The second scene of my play, the Scene of the Underdog, would probably fit him very well since defeating his mug would definitely propel me into the bigger spotlights. But…no, I don’t want Biggs in the semi finals, I think he’ll be eliminated by Gates in the semis…or at least I want that to be. Why? One, I don’t think he has ever beaten Gates. And Two…I might end up hyping him up too much only to feel bummed out when I reveal to the world that he passed his peak a year or two ago. So instead of him in the semi finals…I want to face Jair Hopkins in the semi finals.”
Jair over Biggs!?! Why would she prefer him over the Spaceman!?! The slightly darker smile that appeared on her face possibly showing her interest in answering those questions.
“Why? Because he’s horribly underrated due to his partner being a former World Champion, kind of like being the older brother to the success story. Why do I think he’s underrated? I usually avoid mentioning my opponent’s promo in my own but out of all the promos I’ve seen so far…I thought Jair’s was the most amazing. Yes, Hopkins, even though I intend on ending the second scene with myself victorious over you…you’ve officially got a fan in me. But enough of that…I ain’t going to tell you what to expect from our scene, since I don’t exactly enjoy giving spoilers, so I’m going to let you wonder what to expect. Will I beat the daylights out of you? Will I embarrass you? Will I burn your eyes with my lighter? I’ll let you wonder, ponder and fear the possibilities as all I’m going to say to you right now is this…at Test For The Best, you are going to give it your best shot and I’m going to show you that it will never be enough to keep me down.”
While saying her words Robina walked pass the camera again, all the way to her throne and comfortably sat back down upon it again. It was only after her words were finished that both lions have decided the get up, move over to her and rest down by either side of the young Brit as a cocky grin appeared on her face.
“And by the fact I’m mentioning him last must make it obvious that I expect CJ Gates to be my opponent in the finals of this year’s Test For The Best. How can you blame me though? He won the sodding thing two years ago and has rarely, if ever, lost to The Bigg Time. It is for that reason why the last scene of the night, the scene of upsets…the Scene of War…is best suited for you to be my antagonist since, for the sake of proving to APW that I’m the best around, we will be going to war with each other. Have you seen the shit I’ve done to The Guv’nor? That’s a simple pinch on the arm compared to what I’m willing to do to you, and that ridiculous hat, to certify my legacy as the ‘Best in APW, Period.’ But I ain’t just going to beat you down for certification…I’m doing it for pride, for honour, for all I have lost to get here…and for myself. When I finally defeated the Guv’nor, Dick Harris made a very good quote…she would accept losing every match in her career if she could just beat The Guv’nor once…the quote is almost perfect. So let me end this promo by correcting that line………I would accept losing every match in my career if my grandest performance ends with me winning Test For The Best…”
She surprisingly sound quite laidback as the nineteen year old said her words…this however changed when she mentioned the words that Dick said a while ago, almost as if beginning to doubt herself. Yet Robina pushed herself through this doubt as she said her final sentence. The look in her eyes while saying them showed how serious she’s being. Moments after finishing her word Robina softly lets go of the rose and when it touched the floor a bright light suddenly blast out, the scene ending at this as well as to the sound of two lions roaring.
He decides to be slower with his approach, in case she originally ran out of fear, as she seems to be fixated at what is in her hands, even though her back faces the camera. After a fifth step the girl’s right hand snapped out, a red rose flying out of that very hand. Being thrown the flower took very little time to touch the floor and the moment it did a blinding light flashed. When the cameraman uncovered his eyes, as the camera regained focus, he was completely shocked at what is in front of him. They are back in a Roman Colosseum and in front of him, sitting on emperor’s throne, is none other than Robina Hood. In her red dress, with a semi-transparent section on the lower half of it, she sat there quite comfortably yet that wasn’t what has the cameraman’s attention.
“Want to say hello to my little friends?”
Robina asked in a cocky way since she knew that the camera’s attention is mainly on the two lions. You’ve read that right…at both sides of her thrones is a lion as, after she said her words, one of them raised up and rested its head on her lap. In return the Englishwoman began to affectionately stroke it while her eyes didn’t move away from the camera.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and don’t mind the lions, they won’t do anything without my permission. Why won’t they disobey me? Because, in the nude, I choked their vicious former leader to death…so these cuties are now my ever-loving pets. I’ve passed the test of lions and this Sunday, I have the chance to pass the test to officially call myself to best in Action Packed Wrestling. What’s in between me and the performance of a lifetime? Nine puppets that wants to be the main act…am I worried about these marionettes? Hell no, I’m the Master of Puppets and I’ll be the one passing the test this year. How will I do so? I’m going to win this year’s Test For The Best tournament.”
Confidently said words by a confident looking young woman as she continued to stroke the lion. Earlier today the cameraman spent the majority of his time watching repeats of Robina’s promos, so now he isn’t blushing at all and the young woman gave him a complimentary smile without breaking character.
“But who will be the antagonist of tomorrow’s scene? Could it be Jace Savage, a fellow Meltdown representative who has been labelled as an underdog in this tournament? If you ever think he could win the entire thing then you seriously need your head to be checked on. Everything about him, from his baby face to his goofy name, screams out just one word…loser. Hell I don’t believe he genuinely wants to win this tournament. He wants my friend Sienna to disappear yet his revolution is more a joke than Mister Dangerous’ win-loss record, so there is no way that she should even waste her time taking this Savage kid seriously, since he’s bound to fall flat on his face again. Actually, now I think about it, he’s probably going to be too preoccupied with Iron Nightmare to actually focus on his matches…so he definitely won’t be worth sharing my spotlight with.”
The Damsel of the Woods was quite haughty when speaking about Jace, the lion moving its head off her lap as she finished them. She puffed out her chest in pride after muttering her final few words, a confident grin appearing on her face as if she knows she is going to win the tournament or something.
“Another man that I don’t believe have what it takes to go to the finals is Christian Kane, hell I actually think he’ll be one of the chaps who goes out in the very first round. Sure he talks a good game but what has he done to back up such talk? He loses every single pay-per-view match he takes part in, a man like him could seriously take the easiest of roles and make it look impossible to do…in a bad way. Why don’t I think he’ll make the semi finals? Because the words ‘super sexy’ doesn’t make him any better than the average Neanderthal that will be attendance. And compared to the other entrants he ain’t anything special. Christian Kane can be a future product but this puppet is boring and there is no way something as dull as him should ever be put in the same scene as me. So after this contest is over, I plan on throwing that puppet in the bin, since beating him will be so easy that it’s a waste of both my time and effort.”
The Emo Princess seem to be very self-assured of herself at the moment, especially when she considers one ‘Christian Kane’ to be too ‘dull’ to be in her spotlight. She giggled after finishing her words and decided to push herself up from the throne. The moment she was up straight both lions up moved closer to the young woman.
“Another person that is boring is one Aubrey Parker…yes I just called Aubrey boring. Hell I purposely chose to never watch Asylum just to avoid her constantly lacklustre performance…sure I can make one of her matches at least passable but that would be the biggest waste of talent in wrestling history. Sure we’re both women but I ain’t going to wish her luck for having the same gender as me…I honestly ran out of shits to give if she was a man, woman or both. Unlike her I don’t seek to prove women are superior to men since gender superior has never meant anything to me, neither does her obsession with getting her hands on Level-One. Level-One can suck a dildo all I care; I’m only interested in giving the world the most grandest of performances by winning Test For The Best and, quite frankly, I don’t think AJP has what it takes to get the W-I-N tomorrow night.”
While saying her words Robina moved over to a ledge and lightly leaned over it. After she finished her words the camera got a tiny bit close to her, not wanting the lions to view him as a chew toy, and glanced over the ledge. It was at this moment that he realised that she was looking down towards the empty stage.
“Another disappointing piece of shit that I don’t think has what it takes is Nathaniel Havok…many times he has tried to beat The Guv’nor and every single time he has failed. Sure I’ve failed many times but I at least got that one clean victory over him while the only thing Havok has done, that could be considered as clean, is washing his face after browning so many people. Don’t believe me? Well then sunshine, why is Havok among this League of Extraordinary Wrestlers when the only thing ‘extraordinary’ about him is how wide his mouth goes when trying to hype himself up. Perhaps those three morons saw something that no one else could see but, personally, all Havok is ever going to be is hype. Sure he’s a former World Champion but, at the end of the day, hype can only get so far and it won’t get him far enough to be a threat to me.”
After finishing her words one of the lions rubbed her leg and a sweet smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to stroke both lions.
“Another man that I don’t consider as a legitimate threat is one AC Smith. I’ve already stated my view that if he should be a main eventer then why isn’t he…but I will admit that it takes talent to be a Champion for as long as he has, so perhaps he is a suitable dark horse. But you know what happens to a certain dark horse in The Last of Us? It got shot down with an arrow and tomorrow night, if Mister Smith becomes my first round opponent then I’ll do what Missis Smith couldn’t in shooting him, and his chances, down with an arrow. Hell, after I’m done with him, his carcass might make a decent snack for my cute little babies here.”
While saying her words the deranged archer continued to pet the lions and they seem to have enjoyed it as, after she finished her words, they both settled down on the floor. It was at that moment a big grin appeared on Robina’s face as she pointed at the stage.
“Be it that stage, or the ring tomorrow night, I plan on giving the entire world the grandest of performances and - to be completely honest - I want Logan Alexander to be my first round opponent the most. Either I get him or not isn’t something I can choose but I would still prefer to pick him since his chaos control, force or whatever the fuck he calls it, is brilliant for the first scene of my glorious play…the Scene of Chaos. Chaos is definitely the best word to describe what we’re going to do together Logan; we’re going to go insane…berserk…disturbing. Once our pandemonium comes to an end, one thing is going to be crystal clear. I’m going to be the one standing tall and moving on while he’s going to be on the floor with the hell beaten out of him.”
Okay, the chuckle that the young woman just gave out, after finishing her words, sounded maniacal…but doesn’t maniacs thrive in anarchy? Once she had her chuckle Robina walked pass the cameraman, possibly giving him an ass shot if he bothered to look down, and picked up a rose from a table. The camera spun around to catch Miss Hood turning around to face the camera, the rose being in both of her hands.
“But after I defeat Logan Alexander who would I want to face in the semi finals? Biggs perhaps? Well I wouldn’t blame any of you for thinking that I would want to face the Spaceman since he is a legendary figure, the main eventer of Rasslemania and probably the second biggest star on Overdrive at this very moment. The second scene of my play, the Scene of the Underdog, would probably fit him very well since defeating his mug would definitely propel me into the bigger spotlights. But…no, I don’t want Biggs in the semi finals, I think he’ll be eliminated by Gates in the semis…or at least I want that to be. Why? One, I don’t think he has ever beaten Gates. And Two…I might end up hyping him up too much only to feel bummed out when I reveal to the world that he passed his peak a year or two ago. So instead of him in the semi finals…I want to face Jair Hopkins in the semi finals.”
Jair over Biggs!?! Why would she prefer him over the Spaceman!?! The slightly darker smile that appeared on her face possibly showing her interest in answering those questions.
“Why? Because he’s horribly underrated due to his partner being a former World Champion, kind of like being the older brother to the success story. Why do I think he’s underrated? I usually avoid mentioning my opponent’s promo in my own but out of all the promos I’ve seen so far…I thought Jair’s was the most amazing. Yes, Hopkins, even though I intend on ending the second scene with myself victorious over you…you’ve officially got a fan in me. But enough of that…I ain’t going to tell you what to expect from our scene, since I don’t exactly enjoy giving spoilers, so I’m going to let you wonder what to expect. Will I beat the daylights out of you? Will I embarrass you? Will I burn your eyes with my lighter? I’ll let you wonder, ponder and fear the possibilities as all I’m going to say to you right now is this…at Test For The Best, you are going to give it your best shot and I’m going to show you that it will never be enough to keep me down.”
While saying her words Robina walked pass the camera again, all the way to her throne and comfortably sat back down upon it again. It was only after her words were finished that both lions have decided the get up, move over to her and rest down by either side of the young Brit as a cocky grin appeared on her face.
“And by the fact I’m mentioning him last must make it obvious that I expect CJ Gates to be my opponent in the finals of this year’s Test For The Best. How can you blame me though? He won the sodding thing two years ago and has rarely, if ever, lost to The Bigg Time. It is for that reason why the last scene of the night, the scene of upsets…the Scene of War…is best suited for you to be my antagonist since, for the sake of proving to APW that I’m the best around, we will be going to war with each other. Have you seen the shit I’ve done to The Guv’nor? That’s a simple pinch on the arm compared to what I’m willing to do to you, and that ridiculous hat, to certify my legacy as the ‘Best in APW, Period.’ But I ain’t just going to beat you down for certification…I’m doing it for pride, for honour, for all I have lost to get here…and for myself. When I finally defeated the Guv’nor, Dick Harris made a very good quote…she would accept losing every match in her career if she could just beat The Guv’nor once…the quote is almost perfect. So let me end this promo by correcting that line………I would accept losing every match in my career if my grandest performance ends with me winning Test For The Best…”
She surprisingly sound quite laidback as the nineteen year old said her words…this however changed when she mentioned the words that Dick said a while ago, almost as if beginning to doubt herself. Yet Robina pushed herself through this doubt as she said her final sentence. The look in her eyes while saying them showed how serious she’s being. Moments after finishing her word Robina softly lets go of the rose and when it touched the floor a bright light suddenly blast out, the scene ending at this as well as to the sound of two lions roaring.