Post by MasterEvil on Oct 30, 2013 11:32:46 GMT
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“In a career full of adventures there is little time to be free. So it is best to take what little moments you have and make each one of them a moment worth dying for so that you enjoy the little things, for life is too short to waste. After all…while all things have an end, life included…no one truly knows when their clock will stop.”
Those words were spoken as the camera began to record this promo. The location is unknown but we are clearly in the middle of some popular area, since crowds of people are easily coming pass the recording device as it is solely focused on the centre of this square for it is vastly empty apart from one person…Robina Hood. In fourteen days the purple haired dynamo will be competing in two things: APW’s first all-female fatal four way match and APW’s first match under bra & panties related stipulation. No matter how much history this match will write, only one thing is on the nineteen year old’s mind…winning back the North American Championship. Who does she need to beat in this match? The former Suicidal Champion Kaylyn James Evans…Shione Ôshima, a Japanese megastar that has previously defeated the young Brit…and the person who won the North American Championship from Robina in the first place…Amy Zing.
Yet if expressions go for anything, then Miss Hood clearly believes she can overcome these almost impossible odds…why are these odds impossible? Because everyone in this match has a reason to take out the nineteen year old. Amy’s rivalry with Robina is well documented while Hood personally blames Shione’s distraction for her failure to keep the North American Championship away from Amy. But what about KJE? Not only did Robina Hood unintentionally cost her the Tag Team Championships at Rasslemania Nine but also cost her their tag team match a few weeks ago.
“So that is why I am in Paris, to somehow find enjoyment in this land of frogs. Yet if any of you viewers think I’m going to do what those three commoners would do, in going up the Eiffel Tower, than you’ve mistaken me for the birdbrained peasants I plan on beating in two Sundays time. So where am I in Paris? In front of the only French thing that is above the word mediocre…Notre Dam.”
The moment those last two word departed from her lips Miss Hood took a diagonal step back in a fashion to reveal the object behind her. The camera immediately zoomed out as well to reveal the cathedral behind her is indeed none other than Notre Dam…but why is she shooting a promo here?
“Why am I here instead of getting ready to travel, or even meet back up with my girlfriend in American? Because a certain book took my interest…the Hunchback of Notre Dam. A beautiful tragedy that almost had me weeping…a story of who is the monster and who is the man. After reading this book a coupe of times, memorising certain chapters word for word, a thought came into my head. A thought that manifested itself into an idea, a brilliant idea, an idea for the upcoming scene. The scene itself? A story. A story that can only be spoken of at One Night In Hell…the story of who is the monster and who are the women.”
She spoke so clear and simple yet potentially and deviously shady, as if narrating a story without giving away any big spoilers.
“But who are the characters in this book? The first of whom is a woman who is strong in her beliefs of action speak louder than words. She would rather dive headfirst through the window to save a family from a burning house instead of plan out a safe and secure method with those around her. In the eyes of some she is the bravest of the brave yet could this bravery be nothing more than pure stupidity. The kind of stupidity that only mentally constipated people have…but hey, she is probably the most popular person in this entire story. So popular in fact that people happily turn a blind eye towards all of her failures, which have been many ever since she made her Action Packed Wrestling debut in this event last year. But for those who don’t seem to remember, allow me to remind you about just a few of these failures.
She once waged war against some weird black guy, she even made him so paranoid that he brought his own uncle to console him…only for this hero to mercilessly attack him like some rabid animal thirsting for blood. Yet in the end, in the last three one-on-one confrontations she had with him, she choked. And what happened when thought a man for a shot at his Championship? She choked. She continuously choke. Every single time she gets given the ball she would drop it. Be it against Aubrey Parker or Young Mannie. So in the end she found a hotshot newcomer, grabbed her and clung over her in an attempt to not only be important…but to also use her for your own benefits. Like when the rookie cost me the North American Championship, thus pulling the trigger and starting this interpersonal war. This person’s name? None other than Amy Zing.”
Her narrative voice slowly caved away to a more cocky kind of tone as she introduced the first of these other ‘characters’ in her story about ‘who is the monster and who are the women.’ The way Robina was moving her hands made it look like she is actually preaching out to the people who are walking pass, or at least advertising One Night In Hell to those that Miss Hood look down upon.
“But who could this other woman be? Who could be the hotshot that meddled in my business when she shouldn’t have been there in the first place? Well, in just two weeks, One Night In Night is going to take place at this person homeland of Japan…you know, the place that is probably going to have a nuclear explosion before we even get there. But what else is there to say about this second character, which will be nothing more than a background character…hell I think the words support act might be too much for this poorly confused woman. Why is this person horribly confused? I’ll speak of the main reason later but I’ll tell you a lesser reason, even though it might be important in the eyes of this woman. She claim to have as high a level of respect as her friend Amy yet her blood is stained by the tree this petal fell from.
Her tree is full of merciless murders in suits, drug dealers in uniforms and barbaric rapists. Perhaps this woman could be a product of rape. Hell, judging by her looks alone, she was a bastard child since the rapist through the woman he had intercourse with was too ugly to put a ring on. I will admit that this person has been on high tide of momentum, a crashing wave of momentum so high that all that stand before it falls before it. But while people see her as extreme and daring, I see her as an irresponsible ignoramus. Sure she might have a decent enough reason to be in this play I’ve written but instead of gaining the gift of Championship glory…she is going to have to accept being in my shadow. But hey she should be use to being in the shadow of others, since she has been by Amy’s side since the moment she showed up here. Oh my apologies, I almost began to ramble on, take this rather minor gift as a showing of my apologies. This gift is none other than the name of this ‘hotshot’ character…Shione Ôshima.”
The Forest-Dweller continued to sound so arrogantly confident as she continued to talk, this time introducing the bound to be hometown favourite Shione. Yet this time the Iron Maiden chose to sound more and more rotten as she claimed that Ôshima is a daughter of an ugly whore. This rotteness showed as some of these French people gave the Englishwoman some nasty scowls as they walked pass.
“But while that rookie has just enough credibility to partake in my scene of retribution, this last character doesn’t have any claim to fame…well at least any that makes her relevant enough for this beautiful performance I have planned. Perhaps Jeff had her mouth by his e-”
This other character must be KJE, since she is the only person Robina hasn’t mentioned yet. However she immediately stopped speaking before finishing off the word ‘ear.’
“While I think the term might be mouth by his ear…I honestly think that this woman mouth was somewhere else, a rather private somewhere else…catch my drift?”
That one comment actually made the local chuckle yet they quickly stopped and looked away, clearly the French are still bitter towards the vastly superior English as Miss Hood refuse to let that distract her.
“Oh sure this woman was a Suicidal Champion over at Asylum. But there is a few problems with that: one, Asylum is a show only good enough for C plus talents. Two, Overdrive is where the real megastars are and I don’t think she has done anything extraordinary since coming over to the A-show. And three…she lose her Title to, out of all people, Stefan Raab. Seriously, that guy is old enough to be my father while his win-loss record is worst than Mister Dangerous! Yet not only did she lose her Championship to him, but she also lost to him on the show beforehand. If anything this person is thinking that, due to her career failing rather badly on Asylum she is foolish enough to believe that her luck would change on a different show.
Well, unfortunately for that fossilised wench, not only is her role in this magnificent play is so irrelevant that she can’t possibly ruin my master class performance…but also she perhaps is better off as the first victim of the ‘monster’ in this story. So yeah she is one of the women, the vain one who believes that beauty is only skin-deep and is also mentally constipated enough to believe everything should be handed to her on a silver-fucking-platter. Who is this scummy piece of shit who would fit in with these French imbeciles? The ‘Posh’ wannabe Kaylyn James Evans. Hell, since I’m feeling nice, I’ll give all you a little spoiler…heck, I’ll even say it very slowly since everyone knows that Asian are the thickest people on this planet. Not only will Kaylyn fail to survive this story…she won’t be able to leave the arena without an ambulance.”
Her tone changed to a more cheeky kind as she spoke out the introduction to this final character, clearly having no respect for this certain opponent. She however dipped her voice into a darker tone as she gave the ‘Posh wannabe’ a ‘little spoiler’ about how ‘she won’t be able to leave the arena without an ambulance’ before suddenly smiling like an innocent five year old.
“Hm, I did give you people an adequate spoiler, one that none of you filthy Asians deserve. But I guess it won’t hurt to tell you the plot in its simplest of forms…since you all will show up anyway because, like it or not, not only do all you nitwits secretly adore me…I am the best role model for all your children. Since never once have I given up on regaining the Title that I shouldn’t have ever lost in the first place, even though I’ve only won one match coming to Overdrive a couple of months ago. But before I start…let’s go somewhere else. After all, I’ve had enough of these filthy peasants dirtying up my rather exquisite promo.”
The ‘filthy peasants’ comment definitely brought more scowls upon every member of the crowd’s face yet, while saying her words, the Iron Maiden pulled a red rose out of the dress she is wearing, which happen to assembles Esmeralda’s in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dam film. The moment she finished her words Robina dropped the rose. Like expected an incredibly bright light suddenly shot out when the rose touched the floor. The camera regained focused and immediately looked at the floor…only to be surprised. There isn’t brick flooring, that would be expected in Hood’s Theatre of the Deranged, but instead a floor made from wooden blocks. The camera slowly gazed up to spot one Robina Hood standing there, with her arms spread and her head looking up towards the ceiling.
“You’ve expected my Theatre didn’t you? Well tough, I thought it would be cooler to be inside Notre Dam itself.”
While asking her question the female tilted her head down to look at the camera, revealing her smug grin to the camera lens. After mentioning where they are the camera tried to look at the breath-taking atmosphere but suddenly stopped it when the Emo Princess began to speak up again.
“It’s so beautiful. The smoothness of wooden floors, the gargoyles on the ledges and these wonderful bells. These glorious bells. These magnificent bells. Bells, bells, bells, they are wonderful, especially the Emmanuel. Notre Dam itself is so majestic in it’s unlimited beauty, both in and out of fiction. This place is so wonderful for a person like me, don’t you think so Amy?”
While saying what things are beautiful, in her revealing red military-styled dress, Robina rushed off to point out every single object she mentioned. The camera was barely able to keep up with the fast pacing Brit but once the word ‘bells’ left her lips the young woman stood still and looked up towards the bells about them before suddenly starting to spin around. Faster and faster the enthusiastic youngster goes as she almost puts herself in a bell related trance but suddenly stopping and smiled towards the camera before uttering the word ‘Amy.’
“This beauty doesn’t belong to you, Amy, so feel grateful for this view. For this will be the last beautiful thing you’ll see until we both enter the Oblivion Gate for just one night before only one of us leaves with the prize. While I am still a little sore about how you’ve stolen my belt from me, I have learnt to forgive you for I would have done the same exact thing…yet, at this very moment, I want to crush you. I want break you. I want to make you close to dead as you were back in Chile. Sure you got some momentum on your side while I’ve only got one victory to my name, by easily destroying the best Japan had to offer, in the past two months. But have you ever thought of Dante’s Inferno? A typical guy - no - a typical loser, with zero support and no allies, enters hell for just one night, just for his one prize, and he obliterated every single demon in his path. Lust, gluttony, greed, anger, fraud, envy and treachery were all the things Dante stormed through for his one prize. And like Dante, I’ll exclude all these sins from my mind so I can beat you Amy and leave hell as the new North American Champion.
Heh, I’ve just realised something: to beat you in this match…I don’t need to beat you specifically; there are two others I could demolish to take the North American Championship away from you. That is the blessing of a fatal four way as well as a curse for I don’t need to specifically lose to lose to you………savvy? You know what? It’s actually quite funny how neither of us have won an everyone for him/herself kind of match that both of us are in. Like the ladder match at Rasslemania Nine or even the Overdrive Championship Scramble for a recent example. But now, while the heavens forsake the possibility of us winning such a match, it looks like Hades himself has finally given us a chance to undo that wrong. But Amy you ain’t going to be the one who breaks the rot; I am for you have beaten me time and time, and time again while every-single-time I’ve had to bottle it all up inside of me. And - after week in and week out of constantly storing it all in, like a Seedot using a move called Bide - finally, for just one night only, I get to unleash all my emotions like an erupting volcano and devour not only your Championship reign and you future, but also the hopes, dreams and innocence of every child that wants you to succeed in boiling hot lava.”
From chanting bells to suddenly making herself sound superior, Robina is definitely worthy of the nickname Deranged Archer as she sounded wackier and wackier with each word that left her lips. From her reference to the Dante’s Inferno poem to a Pokemon reference, the young Brit sounds completely insane, especially when moving onto how her emotions is like an ‘erupting volcano.’
“Don’t worry, Zinger Girl, while the majority of my rage will be vented towards you…my lava shall be divided for there is a second person I want to melt away. Shione Ôshima, do you know how hot freshly erupted lava is? Oh how foolish of me, you’re Japanese, aren’t you? It should be custom for your people to be use to be shaken in the morning and burned in the evening. Hehe, all jokes aside I think I’ve made it really clear why I want to rip your guts out. I had nothing against you when you first arrived on the show I plan to conquer in a picturesque fashion, I thought you were impressive in your debut…hell I even thought you might have been worth taking under my wing. But then all that changes when you stuck your filthy mug where it did not belong and ruin my month of mental serenity. You could make all the excuses in the book but it doesn’t change the fact that you got in my business and screwed me over…so when we all enter the Oblivion Gate, do not be surprised if you find yourself beheaded by yours - motherfucking - truly.
Oh what’s that Zilla-chan? You think you can beat me, you actually think that you’re better than me? Newsflash sunshine: you, everything about you and everything you’ll ever achieve is nothing compared to me. I’ve spent the better part of this year in probably the rivalry of this year and managed to finish it with an emphatic, and well deserved, victory. Hell, when I debuted on Overdrive I debuted in the very main event…and that is a feat that neither you, Kaylyn James Evans nor Amy Zing herself could ever achieve. Heh, you dare call yourself Princess Pain, huh?” *giggle* “If you’re so content with keeping with that false claim then prepare yourself for in just fourteen days you’ll get to meet the Queen. Why so? Because I’m the Emo Princess and the one thing I’ve learnt as the Emo Princess is that, while it is alright to have some friends…pain isn’t an enemy. Pain doesn’t hurt you. Pain is a friend. Pain smoothes you down. Pain calms you down while everything around you fall apart. Pain massages you in it’s deviously fiery ways. Pain isn’t my enemy…pain is my friend since I was conceived and, in a fortnight, you are going to experience firsthand what this friendship can do to you.”
Zinger Girl, that is never going to stick…is it? Well either way Robina continued to sound quite loony with her words. This however slowly changed to anger yet just before completion…the nineteen year old giggled like a six year old child, completely killing off the image she could possibly be making, before continuing to talk on. Her tone now sounding angelic, a complete juxtaposition compared to her words and one she finished speaking the female sighed lightly before suddenly cover, possibly to indicate that she might have forgotten something.
“Oh dear, I’ve almost forgotten about Kaylyn James Evans…but I ain’t sorry about that because, let’s be honest here, when have the self-proclaimed ‘Perfect Ten’ done anything worth mentioning since failing to capitalise on the perfect opportunity I handed you, on a platter, at Rasslemania. But hey, at least now you’re finally basking in the spotlight for what you do best…being Level-One’s little bitch. Man, while some people look at you right now and maybe say ‘how far has the mighty fallen’ I would simply shrug about it…since, truth be told, you were never mighty. You were never good. You were an absolute waste of Sienna Harrison time and effect. She gave you the nickname of ‘Perfect Ten’ but all you can score is a one out of ten. Heh, that is probably why you dislike me so much…jealousy; you, somebody who have been given chances after chances, was thrown to the side for me, a - back then - eighteen year old with two months experience at most. And you know what made you even more jealous of me Kaylyn? July eighteenth, when I finally beat The Guv’nor for the North American Championship, I proved to the entire world that Sienna was right to give pick me over you for I am better than you…a fact I wouldn’t mind reminding people at One Night In Hell.”
Arrogance…that is all that can be used to described Robina’s voice, tone and body language. Even going as far as claiming a respected member of the roster is jealous of her…how bloody cocky is the English girl?
“But could any of them be the monster of our story? Amy Zing, an honourable girl who is cursed with stupidity? Shione Ôshima, a girl who’s blood is part of the Yakuza family tree? Or Kaylyn James Evans, the little engine that couldn’t? No, the monster cannot possibly be any of them. Monsters aren’t honourable, monsters aren’t related to a bunch of pea brained peasants and a monster is definitely not vain about it’s own appearance. The monster has to be utterly merciless. The monster has to be colder than ice. The monster has to be sicker than a cancer patient. And the monster has to be more destructive than Little Boy itself. That monster…is me.”
Monster is me? Why would the purple haired dynamo give herself the role of the monster? This doesn’t make too much sense…
“In the story of who is the monster and who is the man, the monster dies. That’s such a…dissatisfying ending. This will be where I make my clever adjustment to make this performance a breathtaking masterpiece. Instead of the monster dying, the monster is going to take all three wenches, still them like the prostitutes they are and massacre them in front of my captive audience.”
OH, she put herself in the role of the monster so she could hurt them as viciously as she could possibly ever wanted. A bit sick but at least this ‘scene’ sounds a lot better than the Hunchback of Notre Dam 2 film.
“Now I’ve managed to tell all you nitwit’s a simplified version of the plot…it is now time for you lot wait fourteen days for my grand performance. Until then…goodbye.”
Quite sweet tone she has chosen this time…angelic again, as if oblivious to all that she previously said. What was most surprising about this promo however is that she hasn’t even glanced at the rose, let alone grabbed it. Instead of simply dropping the flower, thus somehow getting the cameraman back to the square, after saying ‘goodbye.’ Instead the purple haired megastar simply turned around and walked off, humming the word ‘bells’ with every step…perhaps she has an obsession with bells? Either way the cameraman sighed in annoyance as he switched off the camera, officially ending this promo in the process.
Those words were spoken as the camera began to record this promo. The location is unknown but we are clearly in the middle of some popular area, since crowds of people are easily coming pass the recording device as it is solely focused on the centre of this square for it is vastly empty apart from one person…Robina Hood. In fourteen days the purple haired dynamo will be competing in two things: APW’s first all-female fatal four way match and APW’s first match under bra & panties related stipulation. No matter how much history this match will write, only one thing is on the nineteen year old’s mind…winning back the North American Championship. Who does she need to beat in this match? The former Suicidal Champion Kaylyn James Evans…Shione Ôshima, a Japanese megastar that has previously defeated the young Brit…and the person who won the North American Championship from Robina in the first place…Amy Zing.
Yet if expressions go for anything, then Miss Hood clearly believes she can overcome these almost impossible odds…why are these odds impossible? Because everyone in this match has a reason to take out the nineteen year old. Amy’s rivalry with Robina is well documented while Hood personally blames Shione’s distraction for her failure to keep the North American Championship away from Amy. But what about KJE? Not only did Robina Hood unintentionally cost her the Tag Team Championships at Rasslemania Nine but also cost her their tag team match a few weeks ago.
“So that is why I am in Paris, to somehow find enjoyment in this land of frogs. Yet if any of you viewers think I’m going to do what those three commoners would do, in going up the Eiffel Tower, than you’ve mistaken me for the birdbrained peasants I plan on beating in two Sundays time. So where am I in Paris? In front of the only French thing that is above the word mediocre…Notre Dam.”
The moment those last two word departed from her lips Miss Hood took a diagonal step back in a fashion to reveal the object behind her. The camera immediately zoomed out as well to reveal the cathedral behind her is indeed none other than Notre Dam…but why is she shooting a promo here?
“Why am I here instead of getting ready to travel, or even meet back up with my girlfriend in American? Because a certain book took my interest…the Hunchback of Notre Dam. A beautiful tragedy that almost had me weeping…a story of who is the monster and who is the man. After reading this book a coupe of times, memorising certain chapters word for word, a thought came into my head. A thought that manifested itself into an idea, a brilliant idea, an idea for the upcoming scene. The scene itself? A story. A story that can only be spoken of at One Night In Hell…the story of who is the monster and who are the women.”
She spoke so clear and simple yet potentially and deviously shady, as if narrating a story without giving away any big spoilers.
“But who are the characters in this book? The first of whom is a woman who is strong in her beliefs of action speak louder than words. She would rather dive headfirst through the window to save a family from a burning house instead of plan out a safe and secure method with those around her. In the eyes of some she is the bravest of the brave yet could this bravery be nothing more than pure stupidity. The kind of stupidity that only mentally constipated people have…but hey, she is probably the most popular person in this entire story. So popular in fact that people happily turn a blind eye towards all of her failures, which have been many ever since she made her Action Packed Wrestling debut in this event last year. But for those who don’t seem to remember, allow me to remind you about just a few of these failures.
She once waged war against some weird black guy, she even made him so paranoid that he brought his own uncle to console him…only for this hero to mercilessly attack him like some rabid animal thirsting for blood. Yet in the end, in the last three one-on-one confrontations she had with him, she choked. And what happened when thought a man for a shot at his Championship? She choked. She continuously choke. Every single time she gets given the ball she would drop it. Be it against Aubrey Parker or Young Mannie. So in the end she found a hotshot newcomer, grabbed her and clung over her in an attempt to not only be important…but to also use her for your own benefits. Like when the rookie cost me the North American Championship, thus pulling the trigger and starting this interpersonal war. This person’s name? None other than Amy Zing.”
Her narrative voice slowly caved away to a more cocky kind of tone as she introduced the first of these other ‘characters’ in her story about ‘who is the monster and who are the women.’ The way Robina was moving her hands made it look like she is actually preaching out to the people who are walking pass, or at least advertising One Night In Hell to those that Miss Hood look down upon.
“But who could this other woman be? Who could be the hotshot that meddled in my business when she shouldn’t have been there in the first place? Well, in just two weeks, One Night In Night is going to take place at this person homeland of Japan…you know, the place that is probably going to have a nuclear explosion before we even get there. But what else is there to say about this second character, which will be nothing more than a background character…hell I think the words support act might be too much for this poorly confused woman. Why is this person horribly confused? I’ll speak of the main reason later but I’ll tell you a lesser reason, even though it might be important in the eyes of this woman. She claim to have as high a level of respect as her friend Amy yet her blood is stained by the tree this petal fell from.
Her tree is full of merciless murders in suits, drug dealers in uniforms and barbaric rapists. Perhaps this woman could be a product of rape. Hell, judging by her looks alone, she was a bastard child since the rapist through the woman he had intercourse with was too ugly to put a ring on. I will admit that this person has been on high tide of momentum, a crashing wave of momentum so high that all that stand before it falls before it. But while people see her as extreme and daring, I see her as an irresponsible ignoramus. Sure she might have a decent enough reason to be in this play I’ve written but instead of gaining the gift of Championship glory…she is going to have to accept being in my shadow. But hey she should be use to being in the shadow of others, since she has been by Amy’s side since the moment she showed up here. Oh my apologies, I almost began to ramble on, take this rather minor gift as a showing of my apologies. This gift is none other than the name of this ‘hotshot’ character…Shione Ôshima.”
The Forest-Dweller continued to sound so arrogantly confident as she continued to talk, this time introducing the bound to be hometown favourite Shione. Yet this time the Iron Maiden chose to sound more and more rotten as she claimed that Ôshima is a daughter of an ugly whore. This rotteness showed as some of these French people gave the Englishwoman some nasty scowls as they walked pass.
“But while that rookie has just enough credibility to partake in my scene of retribution, this last character doesn’t have any claim to fame…well at least any that makes her relevant enough for this beautiful performance I have planned. Perhaps Jeff had her mouth by his e-”
This other character must be KJE, since she is the only person Robina hasn’t mentioned yet. However she immediately stopped speaking before finishing off the word ‘ear.’
“While I think the term might be mouth by his ear…I honestly think that this woman mouth was somewhere else, a rather private somewhere else…catch my drift?”
That one comment actually made the local chuckle yet they quickly stopped and looked away, clearly the French are still bitter towards the vastly superior English as Miss Hood refuse to let that distract her.
“Oh sure this woman was a Suicidal Champion over at Asylum. But there is a few problems with that: one, Asylum is a show only good enough for C plus talents. Two, Overdrive is where the real megastars are and I don’t think she has done anything extraordinary since coming over to the A-show. And three…she lose her Title to, out of all people, Stefan Raab. Seriously, that guy is old enough to be my father while his win-loss record is worst than Mister Dangerous! Yet not only did she lose her Championship to him, but she also lost to him on the show beforehand. If anything this person is thinking that, due to her career failing rather badly on Asylum she is foolish enough to believe that her luck would change on a different show.
Well, unfortunately for that fossilised wench, not only is her role in this magnificent play is so irrelevant that she can’t possibly ruin my master class performance…but also she perhaps is better off as the first victim of the ‘monster’ in this story. So yeah she is one of the women, the vain one who believes that beauty is only skin-deep and is also mentally constipated enough to believe everything should be handed to her on a silver-fucking-platter. Who is this scummy piece of shit who would fit in with these French imbeciles? The ‘Posh’ wannabe Kaylyn James Evans. Hell, since I’m feeling nice, I’ll give all you a little spoiler…heck, I’ll even say it very slowly since everyone knows that Asian are the thickest people on this planet. Not only will Kaylyn fail to survive this story…she won’t be able to leave the arena without an ambulance.”
Her tone changed to a more cheeky kind as she spoke out the introduction to this final character, clearly having no respect for this certain opponent. She however dipped her voice into a darker tone as she gave the ‘Posh wannabe’ a ‘little spoiler’ about how ‘she won’t be able to leave the arena without an ambulance’ before suddenly smiling like an innocent five year old.
“Hm, I did give you people an adequate spoiler, one that none of you filthy Asians deserve. But I guess it won’t hurt to tell you the plot in its simplest of forms…since you all will show up anyway because, like it or not, not only do all you nitwits secretly adore me…I am the best role model for all your children. Since never once have I given up on regaining the Title that I shouldn’t have ever lost in the first place, even though I’ve only won one match coming to Overdrive a couple of months ago. But before I start…let’s go somewhere else. After all, I’ve had enough of these filthy peasants dirtying up my rather exquisite promo.”
The ‘filthy peasants’ comment definitely brought more scowls upon every member of the crowd’s face yet, while saying her words, the Iron Maiden pulled a red rose out of the dress she is wearing, which happen to assembles Esmeralda’s in Disney’s Hunchback of Notre Dam film. The moment she finished her words Robina dropped the rose. Like expected an incredibly bright light suddenly shot out when the rose touched the floor. The camera regained focused and immediately looked at the floor…only to be surprised. There isn’t brick flooring, that would be expected in Hood’s Theatre of the Deranged, but instead a floor made from wooden blocks. The camera slowly gazed up to spot one Robina Hood standing there, with her arms spread and her head looking up towards the ceiling.
“You’ve expected my Theatre didn’t you? Well tough, I thought it would be cooler to be inside Notre Dam itself.”
While asking her question the female tilted her head down to look at the camera, revealing her smug grin to the camera lens. After mentioning where they are the camera tried to look at the breath-taking atmosphere but suddenly stopped it when the Emo Princess began to speak up again.
“It’s so beautiful. The smoothness of wooden floors, the gargoyles on the ledges and these wonderful bells. These glorious bells. These magnificent bells. Bells, bells, bells, they are wonderful, especially the Emmanuel. Notre Dam itself is so majestic in it’s unlimited beauty, both in and out of fiction. This place is so wonderful for a person like me, don’t you think so Amy?”
While saying what things are beautiful, in her revealing red military-styled dress, Robina rushed off to point out every single object she mentioned. The camera was barely able to keep up with the fast pacing Brit but once the word ‘bells’ left her lips the young woman stood still and looked up towards the bells about them before suddenly starting to spin around. Faster and faster the enthusiastic youngster goes as she almost puts herself in a bell related trance but suddenly stopping and smiled towards the camera before uttering the word ‘Amy.’
“This beauty doesn’t belong to you, Amy, so feel grateful for this view. For this will be the last beautiful thing you’ll see until we both enter the Oblivion Gate for just one night before only one of us leaves with the prize. While I am still a little sore about how you’ve stolen my belt from me, I have learnt to forgive you for I would have done the same exact thing…yet, at this very moment, I want to crush you. I want break you. I want to make you close to dead as you were back in Chile. Sure you got some momentum on your side while I’ve only got one victory to my name, by easily destroying the best Japan had to offer, in the past two months. But have you ever thought of Dante’s Inferno? A typical guy - no - a typical loser, with zero support and no allies, enters hell for just one night, just for his one prize, and he obliterated every single demon in his path. Lust, gluttony, greed, anger, fraud, envy and treachery were all the things Dante stormed through for his one prize. And like Dante, I’ll exclude all these sins from my mind so I can beat you Amy and leave hell as the new North American Champion.
Heh, I’ve just realised something: to beat you in this match…I don’t need to beat you specifically; there are two others I could demolish to take the North American Championship away from you. That is the blessing of a fatal four way as well as a curse for I don’t need to specifically lose to lose to you………savvy? You know what? It’s actually quite funny how neither of us have won an everyone for him/herself kind of match that both of us are in. Like the ladder match at Rasslemania Nine or even the Overdrive Championship Scramble for a recent example. But now, while the heavens forsake the possibility of us winning such a match, it looks like Hades himself has finally given us a chance to undo that wrong. But Amy you ain’t going to be the one who breaks the rot; I am for you have beaten me time and time, and time again while every-single-time I’ve had to bottle it all up inside of me. And - after week in and week out of constantly storing it all in, like a Seedot using a move called Bide - finally, for just one night only, I get to unleash all my emotions like an erupting volcano and devour not only your Championship reign and you future, but also the hopes, dreams and innocence of every child that wants you to succeed in boiling hot lava.”
From chanting bells to suddenly making herself sound superior, Robina is definitely worthy of the nickname Deranged Archer as she sounded wackier and wackier with each word that left her lips. From her reference to the Dante’s Inferno poem to a Pokemon reference, the young Brit sounds completely insane, especially when moving onto how her emotions is like an ‘erupting volcano.’
“Don’t worry, Zinger Girl, while the majority of my rage will be vented towards you…my lava shall be divided for there is a second person I want to melt away. Shione Ôshima, do you know how hot freshly erupted lava is? Oh how foolish of me, you’re Japanese, aren’t you? It should be custom for your people to be use to be shaken in the morning and burned in the evening. Hehe, all jokes aside I think I’ve made it really clear why I want to rip your guts out. I had nothing against you when you first arrived on the show I plan to conquer in a picturesque fashion, I thought you were impressive in your debut…hell I even thought you might have been worth taking under my wing. But then all that changes when you stuck your filthy mug where it did not belong and ruin my month of mental serenity. You could make all the excuses in the book but it doesn’t change the fact that you got in my business and screwed me over…so when we all enter the Oblivion Gate, do not be surprised if you find yourself beheaded by yours - motherfucking - truly.
Oh what’s that Zilla-chan? You think you can beat me, you actually think that you’re better than me? Newsflash sunshine: you, everything about you and everything you’ll ever achieve is nothing compared to me. I’ve spent the better part of this year in probably the rivalry of this year and managed to finish it with an emphatic, and well deserved, victory. Hell, when I debuted on Overdrive I debuted in the very main event…and that is a feat that neither you, Kaylyn James Evans nor Amy Zing herself could ever achieve. Heh, you dare call yourself Princess Pain, huh?” *giggle* “If you’re so content with keeping with that false claim then prepare yourself for in just fourteen days you’ll get to meet the Queen. Why so? Because I’m the Emo Princess and the one thing I’ve learnt as the Emo Princess is that, while it is alright to have some friends…pain isn’t an enemy. Pain doesn’t hurt you. Pain is a friend. Pain smoothes you down. Pain calms you down while everything around you fall apart. Pain massages you in it’s deviously fiery ways. Pain isn’t my enemy…pain is my friend since I was conceived and, in a fortnight, you are going to experience firsthand what this friendship can do to you.”
Zinger Girl, that is never going to stick…is it? Well either way Robina continued to sound quite loony with her words. This however slowly changed to anger yet just before completion…the nineteen year old giggled like a six year old child, completely killing off the image she could possibly be making, before continuing to talk on. Her tone now sounding angelic, a complete juxtaposition compared to her words and one she finished speaking the female sighed lightly before suddenly cover, possibly to indicate that she might have forgotten something.
“Oh dear, I’ve almost forgotten about Kaylyn James Evans…but I ain’t sorry about that because, let’s be honest here, when have the self-proclaimed ‘Perfect Ten’ done anything worth mentioning since failing to capitalise on the perfect opportunity I handed you, on a platter, at Rasslemania. But hey, at least now you’re finally basking in the spotlight for what you do best…being Level-One’s little bitch. Man, while some people look at you right now and maybe say ‘how far has the mighty fallen’ I would simply shrug about it…since, truth be told, you were never mighty. You were never good. You were an absolute waste of Sienna Harrison time and effect. She gave you the nickname of ‘Perfect Ten’ but all you can score is a one out of ten. Heh, that is probably why you dislike me so much…jealousy; you, somebody who have been given chances after chances, was thrown to the side for me, a - back then - eighteen year old with two months experience at most. And you know what made you even more jealous of me Kaylyn? July eighteenth, when I finally beat The Guv’nor for the North American Championship, I proved to the entire world that Sienna was right to give pick me over you for I am better than you…a fact I wouldn’t mind reminding people at One Night In Hell.”
Arrogance…that is all that can be used to described Robina’s voice, tone and body language. Even going as far as claiming a respected member of the roster is jealous of her…how bloody cocky is the English girl?
“But could any of them be the monster of our story? Amy Zing, an honourable girl who is cursed with stupidity? Shione Ôshima, a girl who’s blood is part of the Yakuza family tree? Or Kaylyn James Evans, the little engine that couldn’t? No, the monster cannot possibly be any of them. Monsters aren’t honourable, monsters aren’t related to a bunch of pea brained peasants and a monster is definitely not vain about it’s own appearance. The monster has to be utterly merciless. The monster has to be colder than ice. The monster has to be sicker than a cancer patient. And the monster has to be more destructive than Little Boy itself. That monster…is me.”
Monster is me? Why would the purple haired dynamo give herself the role of the monster? This doesn’t make too much sense…
“In the story of who is the monster and who is the man, the monster dies. That’s such a…dissatisfying ending. This will be where I make my clever adjustment to make this performance a breathtaking masterpiece. Instead of the monster dying, the monster is going to take all three wenches, still them like the prostitutes they are and massacre them in front of my captive audience.”
OH, she put herself in the role of the monster so she could hurt them as viciously as she could possibly ever wanted. A bit sick but at least this ‘scene’ sounds a lot better than the Hunchback of Notre Dam 2 film.
“Now I’ve managed to tell all you nitwit’s a simplified version of the plot…it is now time for you lot wait fourteen days for my grand performance. Until then…goodbye.”
Quite sweet tone she has chosen this time…angelic again, as if oblivious to all that she previously said. What was most surprising about this promo however is that she hasn’t even glanced at the rose, let alone grabbed it. Instead of simply dropping the flower, thus somehow getting the cameraman back to the square, after saying ‘goodbye.’ Instead the purple haired megastar simply turned around and walked off, humming the word ‘bells’ with every step…perhaps she has an obsession with bells? Either way the cameraman sighed in annoyance as he switched off the camera, officially ending this promo in the process.
act 2
Eighteen days has passed since I shot my promo in Paris and now I’m every word I said…hell I couldn’t even beat Niobe Martin when I needed the win more than she could ever imagine. I have only just arrived at this hotel at Tokyo and some of the locals, who can’t seem to tell the different between keyfable and real life, are already flocking outside, demanding for me to leave their city. Ungrateful bastards…but with Shannon, my cousin Chris and Rafael in America I am all alone in this land of people that has zero interest in saying something nice…or even anything that isn’t an insult. What has happened to me? I use to inspire shock, fear and awe from any crowd I’m in front of…but now they don’t want me to even exist. They’re all cruel, so cruel, but I wonder…why has this all happened now?
Hav-Have I lost my edge? Could that be why I’m so…weak…compared to who I was when I started? Did I become complacent after I win the North American Championship? I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to when I started to suck and slap myself. Hm…the Tardis could do since it looks cool and it can blend in at many places. Ah stop trailing off damn it! I gripped onto my pillow tightly and continued to cry, quiet vocally, into it while my legs were kicking around madly as if trying to get off the lap of somebody who is spanking you. I know Shannon is busy in America trying to get ready for her in-ring return but why couldn’t she come to Japan with me and keep me company. She could help me feel……better………
Could that be it!?! Could that be the reason why I’ve gone so fucking soft!?! I depend so much on others - like how I’ve depended on my friend Sienna throughout my time on Meltdown - that I’ve accidentally lost my own independence. This is not good, not good at all…but how can I turn this all around? My head seems certain yet my heart seems lost. So after a while I finally let my nails out of the pillow and sluggishly got off the bed before dragging my almost limp body towards the bathroom. I practically flopped my arms down on the sink as I look at the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. The black makeup is pouring down those sickly pale cheeks. That nose is so badly portioned that it is ridiculous. And those eyes, oh god those eyes are so pitiful…the entire thing is pitiful. So pitiful in fact that only five lips could leave my lips.
“What happened to you, Megan?”
I couldn’t help but ask my reflection that question. I was never as pretty as any of my opponents but my god I’m ugly on this mirror. I twist the cold water handle and let the water pour out into the sink for a good five minutes before cupping my hands under the tap. Using the water that my cupped hands captured I began to wash my face. It didn’t take long for me to get the ruined black makeup off my face. Yet I still look so ugly…weakness is ugliness. I know Shannon would say I’m beautiful but I know I’m ugly. I’m so stupid. There is no way that I could ever possibly stand a chance against those three talented women. Especially considering I can’t seem to get anything right without somebody’s help. But how can I turn all of this around? Amy has beaten me many times, Shione beat my ass so cleanly that my status as a megastar is in severe question and I’ve only won once since debuting on Overdrive.
With an enrage, yet feeble compared to my previous ones, scream my right hand turned into a fist and I threw it at the mirror, easily ignoring the pain surging through my hand as the mirror shatter into pieces…shatter…wait a second! I might have a game plan for this match! Shatter the trust between Amy and Shione! I ain’t no idiot, they’re both going to double team me at the first opportunity yet if I play my cards right then I can make them doubt each other and then, at the moment where their trust temporarily crumble, I’ll go all angry and beat the shit out of them. Sure, being stripped by someone that isn’t me or Shannon sounds embarrassing…but I’m willing to sacrifice some dignity to become Champion again.
Oh, my knuckles are bleeding…I better wrap that up before trying to find a gym, since there is no such thing as too much training.
Hav-Have I lost my edge? Could that be why I’m so…weak…compared to who I was when I started? Did I become complacent after I win the North American Championship? I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to when I started to suck and slap myself. Hm…the Tardis could do since it looks cool and it can blend in at many places. Ah stop trailing off damn it! I gripped onto my pillow tightly and continued to cry, quiet vocally, into it while my legs were kicking around madly as if trying to get off the lap of somebody who is spanking you. I know Shannon is busy in America trying to get ready for her in-ring return but why couldn’t she come to Japan with me and keep me company. She could help me feel……better………
Could that be it!?! Could that be the reason why I’ve gone so fucking soft!?! I depend so much on others - like how I’ve depended on my friend Sienna throughout my time on Meltdown - that I’ve accidentally lost my own independence. This is not good, not good at all…but how can I turn this all around? My head seems certain yet my heart seems lost. So after a while I finally let my nails out of the pillow and sluggishly got off the bed before dragging my almost limp body towards the bathroom. I practically flopped my arms down on the sink as I look at the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. The black makeup is pouring down those sickly pale cheeks. That nose is so badly portioned that it is ridiculous. And those eyes, oh god those eyes are so pitiful…the entire thing is pitiful. So pitiful in fact that only five lips could leave my lips.
“What happened to you, Megan?”
I couldn’t help but ask my reflection that question. I was never as pretty as any of my opponents but my god I’m ugly on this mirror. I twist the cold water handle and let the water pour out into the sink for a good five minutes before cupping my hands under the tap. Using the water that my cupped hands captured I began to wash my face. It didn’t take long for me to get the ruined black makeup off my face. Yet I still look so ugly…weakness is ugliness. I know Shannon would say I’m beautiful but I know I’m ugly. I’m so stupid. There is no way that I could ever possibly stand a chance against those three talented women. Especially considering I can’t seem to get anything right without somebody’s help. But how can I turn all of this around? Amy has beaten me many times, Shione beat my ass so cleanly that my status as a megastar is in severe question and I’ve only won once since debuting on Overdrive.
With an enrage, yet feeble compared to my previous ones, scream my right hand turned into a fist and I threw it at the mirror, easily ignoring the pain surging through my hand as the mirror shatter into pieces…shatter…wait a second! I might have a game plan for this match! Shatter the trust between Amy and Shione! I ain’t no idiot, they’re both going to double team me at the first opportunity yet if I play my cards right then I can make them doubt each other and then, at the moment where their trust temporarily crumble, I’ll go all angry and beat the shit out of them. Sure, being stripped by someone that isn’t me or Shannon sounds embarrassing…but I’m willing to sacrifice some dignity to become Champion again.
Oh, my knuckles are bleeding…I better wrap that up before trying to find a gym, since there is no such thing as too much training.
act 3
“What should I wear?”
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…a Japanese lingerie shop. The nineteen year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Robina momentarily drifted her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tonight I’m going to face Zinger Girl, the hometown bitch and some failure calling herself a ‘Perfect Ten’ in a four way match…the kind of four way match that requires people to be stripped to their bra and panties before being pinned or made to submit. Obviously I’m going to win this match, thus reclaiming my North American Championship, without breaking a sweat at all…so I feel a little bit guilty. Obviously all you Japanese wankers aren’t showing up to six smelly people in an ugly chamber, neither are you here for a World Title match between two men who are hiding their affections for each other from the public eye. Instead you are all coming to Tokyo to see my dazzling beauty in my bra and panties. What I truly feel guilty about though is that, due to me going to win this match without much effort, none of you will get to see what I wear under my gear. So, being the sweetheart that I am, I’m going to let you all watch as I try possible options for what I’ll wear tonight. Consider this a gift from the Future of Action Packed Wrestling.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Robina has something planned to help her win this fatal four way match. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Hood exhibits. Yet the way ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ sounded so pompously cocky that it was almost like Sienna Harrison said those words herself.
“Yes, you heard me right, I have referred to myself as the future of this company. Hell if you’ve managed to make the APW Champion herself jealous then you’re definitely going to have a bright future…unlike Kaylyn James Evans. She is otherwise known as the new Niobe Martin and trust me when I say this, that is not a compliment. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you came out with a dog collar as well as a tattoo on your butt saying ‘property of Level-One.’ If you haven’t caught my drift yet then I’ll make it so simple that even somebody with as low of a level of intellect as you can understand. I don’t hate you, I never did, not even when you cost that damn tag team match a while ago. Instead I pity you. You are pathetic, you are worthless and you are not even worth any of my time.
Yet, fuelled by your severe lack of common sense, you decided to jump onto my show and force your way into my, suppose to be, rematch with Amy Zing. So for that reason I will have to give you a little bit of my attention yet I’m not worried at all…I can easily destroy you before the crowd could say ‘you suck.’ Oh, am I afraid of you or the guy you’re leaching on? Fuck no, I can kick your ass with both my hands handcuffed behind my back and I’m certainly not afraid of your flavour of the month. Hell, put me in the ring with Level-One and I’ll cripple him. But if you really want to get in my way of success then I won’t stop you from entering the arena…I will however not stop myself from making you realise that your decision will always be the worst choice you’ve ever made.”
While saying her first batch of words the nineteen year old slowly walked into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘my time’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out stepped the forest gal. the first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the purple haired dynamo slowly walked over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hip to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon Robina’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look,” *giggle* “But I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on extracting on that Japanese bitch Shione Ôshima. Hell I rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Shione’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for Halloween. That reminds me…what are you going to do for Halloween? I’m just wondering since I’m certain that even a shit-hole like Japan celebrates Halloween…doesn’t it? Well, since I’m a kind person, I’ll be more than happy to give you advice on what to dress up as for the thirty-first. First piece of advice, do not dress up as a vampire since, sorry to admit it, but you’re way too podgy to be a convincing vampire. We could try zombies since your level of intellect is the same as a typical zombie…but nah, way too unoriginal. Even a lackey like you deserve to stand out. Wait I’ve got it, the perfect thing for you dress up as…a gargoyle! It’ll be perfect for the likes of you since you’re a bit overweight, smelly and we’d need to do is stick some gray clothes on you, as well as some gray plastic wings, since your face is way more than ugly enough to become the perfect gargoyle.
There is also another reason I classify you as a gargoyle, Shione. You want to know why? Because you’re strong. You’re phenomenally strong. I made the mistake of underestimating you in our match a few weeks ago yet now, after experiencing it firsthand as well as watching you perform, I’ve finally realise how strong you really are. So not only do you have the size advantage but you also have the strength advantage, an advantage I wanted to have. So what should I do? I worry not. For while you are strong and Amy is fast…I am the most intellectually superior person in the entire match and I’ll use that to my advantage. How? Look at your buddy Amy Zing. Even though she lacks the guts to tell you, she is using you to further her own career. Evidence? Look at her success before you arrived…it’s non-existent. She is using you while you are too stupid to accept that reality and tonight I’m going to capitalise on that stupidity.”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bullying bitch with the way she began to talk about Shione…yet the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth. The perfect gargoyle…that is not nice at all yet it was at this moment that the nineteen year old came back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two pokeballs while her panties were pure white with a another pokeball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokemon fan, it was rather obvious - at least to those that know the young Brit - that she would choose to model this pair. Considering that Japan is were Pokemon was made, it made some sense to see such undergarments as the female provocatively made her way to the camera before continuing to speak.
“But then again…maybe Shione is using you, Amy, as a stepping stone to fame and glory. Hell she might have only helped you steal my Title because she knew it would be easier to win the belt off you than it is to win it off me. Sure this event marks a full year since you joined APW but there is not going to be some congratulatory cake welcoming you. Instead I’m going to be there to put an end to the mistake known as your Title reign. The war I’ve waged earlier in the year made that belt relevant yet it only too you one night to not only undo all the blood, sweat and tears I gave for that belt…but also made that belt more of a joke than the Emerald Assassin and even he’s better than you. I ain’t going to bitch on and on, and on even more about what I’ve done to get that belt in the first place but instead I’m going to help you spot something that will stop you from winning the match. It isn’t, neither is it the fact you only have a twenty-five percent chance of winning the match.
The problem is your friend Shione…I know that you two are very close yet, being the long-term fan that I am, I’ve seen it happen time and time again. In a every person for him or herself kind of match, especially when there a Championship is on the line, families and friends get consumed by greed and betray each other, thus becoming the worst of enemies. Heh, it is a simple matter of when, not if, she’ll stab you in the back and steal that Title how like she helped you steal it from me. But as for helping you with this problem…I’m going to sit back, enjoy the view and capitalise on the opportunity you two are going to give me. I don’t like you Amy, I don’t respect you…I hate you specifically. So while I will not help you in any shape or form…I will warn you that even though I will win our match, I will make damn sure that you’ll leave as the broken hag you really are.”
After the first two or three sentences Miss Hood opted to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model as she did so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be anymore revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokemon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘winning the match’ departed from her lips Miss Hood re-emerged from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since Robina is from England, as the Iron Maiden seductively made her way over to the recording device before speaking up once more.
“To be honest I think we all deserve to be in this match for each of us have our own unique kind of ring skills, yes even Kaylyn James Evan have some skill in her, and I will admit that this match could be quite an interesting experience. Hell together this match could end up being worthy of the North American Championship but there is one thing that you all should know. While everyone here is the best at what they can do…I am simply better for I am the Perfect Megastar. Sure I seem to have lost my edge but tonight I’m going to regain that edge and give all these Japanese idiot the greatest performance they’ll ever see for it’ll be a master class among master classes as this scene of ours, the Scene of Restoration, shall end with you all on your backs and standing tall with the North American Champion back to where it belongs.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-entered the booth the nineteen year old’s words began to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she referred to herself as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approached the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kissed the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“See you three tonight.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile began a bit bigger. It was also after saying those words that she walked away…however the camera turned to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tonight? Or is her girlfriend Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…a Japanese lingerie shop. The nineteen year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Robina momentarily drifted her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tonight I’m going to face Zinger Girl, the hometown bitch and some failure calling herself a ‘Perfect Ten’ in a four way match…the kind of four way match that requires people to be stripped to their bra and panties before being pinned or made to submit. Obviously I’m going to win this match, thus reclaiming my North American Championship, without breaking a sweat at all…so I feel a little bit guilty. Obviously all you Japanese wankers aren’t showing up to six smelly people in an ugly chamber, neither are you here for a World Title match between two men who are hiding their affections for each other from the public eye. Instead you are all coming to Tokyo to see my dazzling beauty in my bra and panties. What I truly feel guilty about though is that, due to me going to win this match without much effort, none of you will get to see what I wear under my gear. So, being the sweetheart that I am, I’m going to let you all watch as I try possible options for what I’ll wear tonight. Consider this a gift from the Future of Action Packed Wrestling.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Robina has something planned to help her win this fatal four way match. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Hood exhibits. Yet the way ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ sounded so pompously cocky that it was almost like Sienna Harrison said those words herself.
“Yes, you heard me right, I have referred to myself as the future of this company. Hell if you’ve managed to make the APW Champion herself jealous then you’re definitely going to have a bright future…unlike Kaylyn James Evans. She is otherwise known as the new Niobe Martin and trust me when I say this, that is not a compliment. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you came out with a dog collar as well as a tattoo on your butt saying ‘property of Level-One.’ If you haven’t caught my drift yet then I’ll make it so simple that even somebody with as low of a level of intellect as you can understand. I don’t hate you, I never did, not even when you cost that damn tag team match a while ago. Instead I pity you. You are pathetic, you are worthless and you are not even worth any of my time.
Yet, fuelled by your severe lack of common sense, you decided to jump onto my show and force your way into my, suppose to be, rematch with Amy Zing. So for that reason I will have to give you a little bit of my attention yet I’m not worried at all…I can easily destroy you before the crowd could say ‘you suck.’ Oh, am I afraid of you or the guy you’re leaching on? Fuck no, I can kick your ass with both my hands handcuffed behind my back and I’m certainly not afraid of your flavour of the month. Hell, put me in the ring with Level-One and I’ll cripple him. But if you really want to get in my way of success then I won’t stop you from entering the arena…I will however not stop myself from making you realise that your decision will always be the worst choice you’ve ever made.”
While saying her first batch of words the nineteen year old slowly walked into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘my time’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out stepped the forest gal. the first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the purple haired dynamo slowly walked over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hip to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon Robina’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look,” *giggle* “But I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on extracting on that Japanese bitch Shione Ôshima. Hell I rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Shione’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for Halloween. That reminds me…what are you going to do for Halloween? I’m just wondering since I’m certain that even a shit-hole like Japan celebrates Halloween…doesn’t it? Well, since I’m a kind person, I’ll be more than happy to give you advice on what to dress up as for the thirty-first. First piece of advice, do not dress up as a vampire since, sorry to admit it, but you’re way too podgy to be a convincing vampire. We could try zombies since your level of intellect is the same as a typical zombie…but nah, way too unoriginal. Even a lackey like you deserve to stand out. Wait I’ve got it, the perfect thing for you dress up as…a gargoyle! It’ll be perfect for the likes of you since you’re a bit overweight, smelly and we’d need to do is stick some gray clothes on you, as well as some gray plastic wings, since your face is way more than ugly enough to become the perfect gargoyle.
There is also another reason I classify you as a gargoyle, Shione. You want to know why? Because you’re strong. You’re phenomenally strong. I made the mistake of underestimating you in our match a few weeks ago yet now, after experiencing it firsthand as well as watching you perform, I’ve finally realise how strong you really are. So not only do you have the size advantage but you also have the strength advantage, an advantage I wanted to have. So what should I do? I worry not. For while you are strong and Amy is fast…I am the most intellectually superior person in the entire match and I’ll use that to my advantage. How? Look at your buddy Amy Zing. Even though she lacks the guts to tell you, she is using you to further her own career. Evidence? Look at her success before you arrived…it’s non-existent. She is using you while you are too stupid to accept that reality and tonight I’m going to capitalise on that stupidity.”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bullying bitch with the way she began to talk about Shione…yet the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth. The perfect gargoyle…that is not nice at all yet it was at this moment that the nineteen year old came back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two pokeballs while her panties were pure white with a another pokeball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokemon fan, it was rather obvious - at least to those that know the young Brit - that she would choose to model this pair. Considering that Japan is were Pokemon was made, it made some sense to see such undergarments as the female provocatively made her way to the camera before continuing to speak.
“But then again…maybe Shione is using you, Amy, as a stepping stone to fame and glory. Hell she might have only helped you steal my Title because she knew it would be easier to win the belt off you than it is to win it off me. Sure this event marks a full year since you joined APW but there is not going to be some congratulatory cake welcoming you. Instead I’m going to be there to put an end to the mistake known as your Title reign. The war I’ve waged earlier in the year made that belt relevant yet it only too you one night to not only undo all the blood, sweat and tears I gave for that belt…but also made that belt more of a joke than the Emerald Assassin and even he’s better than you. I ain’t going to bitch on and on, and on even more about what I’ve done to get that belt in the first place but instead I’m going to help you spot something that will stop you from winning the match. It isn’t, neither is it the fact you only have a twenty-five percent chance of winning the match.
The problem is your friend Shione…I know that you two are very close yet, being the long-term fan that I am, I’ve seen it happen time and time again. In a every person for him or herself kind of match, especially when there a Championship is on the line, families and friends get consumed by greed and betray each other, thus becoming the worst of enemies. Heh, it is a simple matter of when, not if, she’ll stab you in the back and steal that Title how like she helped you steal it from me. But as for helping you with this problem…I’m going to sit back, enjoy the view and capitalise on the opportunity you two are going to give me. I don’t like you Amy, I don’t respect you…I hate you specifically. So while I will not help you in any shape or form…I will warn you that even though I will win our match, I will make damn sure that you’ll leave as the broken hag you really are.”
After the first two or three sentences Miss Hood opted to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model as she did so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be anymore revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokemon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘winning the match’ departed from her lips Miss Hood re-emerged from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since Robina is from England, as the Iron Maiden seductively made her way over to the recording device before speaking up once more.
“To be honest I think we all deserve to be in this match for each of us have our own unique kind of ring skills, yes even Kaylyn James Evan have some skill in her, and I will admit that this match could be quite an interesting experience. Hell together this match could end up being worthy of the North American Championship but there is one thing that you all should know. While everyone here is the best at what they can do…I am simply better for I am the Perfect Megastar. Sure I seem to have lost my edge but tonight I’m going to regain that edge and give all these Japanese idiot the greatest performance they’ll ever see for it’ll be a master class among master classes as this scene of ours, the Scene of Restoration, shall end with you all on your backs and standing tall with the North American Champion back to where it belongs.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-entered the booth the nineteen year old’s words began to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she referred to herself as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approached the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kissed the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“See you three tonight.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile began a bit bigger. It was also after saying those words that she walked away…however the camera turned to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tonight? Or is her girlfriend Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?