Post by MasterEvil on Aug 29, 2014 21:08:06 GMT
A lone cameraman is wandering about backstage of the arena that 4CW is planning to use in two days time. Why is he wandering about instead of actually checking on the camera on his shoulder? Because he was requested to meet up with somebody. Who was this somebody? The answer isn’t certain yet as the cameraman continued to walk through this almost never-ending corridor before reaching a slightly narrow staircase. Nervously the camera operator moved up the steps and forward on the path given until realising that he is on the scaffolding above the stage, ramp and ring. He held like turning around and heading back to the production truck but was stopped by some words.
“January twentieth…”
The saying of a date got the cameraman curious so he dared to approached the origin of that voice, only to find a pair of milky white, and smooth, legs resting on the scaffolding while the knees connecting to them made it obvious that the rest of this person is dangling down towards the ring.
“I use to think that wrestling would be an easy case of enter the ring, hit four moves of doom and head home the winner. How wrong I was on January twentieth…”
Moments after finishing those word the mystery person did a kind of sit-up to reveal the rest of their body to the camera. This person…this woman…is of pale skin, black hair and deep black eyes.
“On January twentieth, the very third episode of Four Corners Wrestling, I made my professional wrestling debut against one Aiden Black and was crushed without a waste of effort. Just like my national football team, I expected to be able to breeze through the first stage of wrestling, only to have my hopes demolished in one of the most disappointing moments of my life. However there is always one big defeat everyone has to go through before they ascend to the stars they seek to be, ranging from Jason Cashe’s first defeat to one Anthony Bailey to Yorkshire’s defeat to Lancashire in the War of the Roses, and January twentieth was simply my big defeat. So this Monday, at , I will have my re-debut by winning the eight person battle royal.”
Who is this woman? Whoever she is she speaks with confidence and calmness as the female already declares that she’ll be the one who’ll win the eight person battle royal.
“But who are the seven people that I’ll eliminate? Well one of them is the only other girl in the match…Armanda Ramirez, probably the tiniest person to have ever entered a 4CW ring let alone the smallest in this match. Sure people can say that, due to her minuscule size, she’ll be the quick one…you know, the one who’ll rely solely on hit and running while nobody manages to keep up with her. Unfortunately Armanda, if that is what you plan on doing in this match, I seem to be the bearer of some bad news. This is a battle royal, a match where you’ll need to throw your opponent over the top rope with both of their feet hitting the floor, not a kind of little match where you can sneak in a roll-up or some quick submission. You’ll need to somehow hoist a person above the top rope and dump them out of the ring…
And, the last time I checked, you are the smallest in this match by quite a convincing amount so I seriously doubt that you’ll have what it takes to get an elimination on your own. If anything, using the logic of your size and how certain little moves you have - like the quote, ‘Code Blue,’ unquote for example - can involves you being above the top rope, you are probably somebody that I could see getting eliminated very quickly in the match. Hell I could the one who eliminates you from the match itself, since an easy elimination is an elimination. Don’t feel too hard done by Armanda, since even a midget like you should be able to rebound from losing in a battle royal…and there is nothing wrong with losing to the Personification of Justice right here.”
As if to make herself sound more important the black haired female, whose accent is mostly from the West Midlands of English yet slightly Italian at the same time, pointed the thumb of her right hand towards herself as she claims to be ‘the Personification of Justice.’
“But I’m sure that the so-called Diva of Tomorrow is probably going to bank on her buddy-partner-lover-thing Brent Samson, the self-proclaimed Ace in the Hole, being able to have her back. However I for one am actually hoping that does happen since, like his initials say, every time I look at a picture of him I can’t help but think that he is utterly full of BS. Sure he seems to be a wrestling fanatic, who holds some affections for high-flyers, and sure he might have actually went to a wrestling school but I ain’t fazed by that at all. If anything I would love to take him on in the ring, just so I could take his wrestling aspirations and turn them into dust when I am the one with my hand raised in victory while he’ll be the one seeking comfort from his bodyguard as he ask himself ‘what went wrong?’
This isn’t a prediction, nor is it a declaration, this is simply a spoiler for you Brent. I know that you come to steal the show but here is a question I want you to answer…on whose authority have you been given the right to try to steal anything? I know that taking people’s breath away sounds good and that your theme song is practically about stealing shows but stealing is stealing and stealing is wrong. Justice is against what is wrong, so - rather naturally - I am not only going to be against you but I’m also going to stop you from winning the match. I don’t care if you, your bimbo girlfriend and that lug you call Tristen Storm all try to jump me. Not only will I welcome it but I’ll also overcome it and send you back to Hollywood where all you wannabe stars belong.”
How arrogant does this woman sound? It is almost as if she doesn’t value Armanda and Brent as actual wrestlers, let alone as competition to the overconfident female. After saying her words however the black haired girl moved the index finger of her right hand up and repeatedly pat her chin, as if thinking of something that has peaked her interest at the moment.
“I will admit that, considering that there are only two women - me and Armanda - in this match, I was a bit surprised to find out that I wasn’t the second smallest person in this match. No, that right seem to be reserved for one Branden Harvey. Man…poor Branden…isn’t it like embarrassing to require a step-ladder whenever you want to kiss a girl on the lips? Okay, that might not be the nicest thing to say, considering that you’re one of the more experienced people in this match…meh, why should I lie? I honestly don’t care is my joke was offensive or not since one thing my father taught me was that everyone, friend or foe, is an enemy and it is firm beliefs like that that will help me withstand your ‘Supersonic’ offensive and defeat you in the battle royal, as if I’m a giant swatting away a buzzard.
I guess I should give you some credit though Harvey…you are one of the more experienced people here so I could see you using some kind of wisdom, from the four years of experience you have over me, and try to become a roadblock on my road to victory. And judging by the ‘Supersonic’ moniker you’ve given yourself, you must be lightning fast and thunderously dangerous to underestimate in a match as usually unpredictable as this. However there aren’t going to be any storms this Monday as I ain’t going to ride a simply little scooter and try to find a way around the block. No, I’ll be riding to victory in a monster truck, come in like a wrecking ball and turn your chance of glory into nothing more than the roadkill McDonalds probably uses in their burgers.”
Does she have a hatred for McDonalds or something? Either way the raven haired enigma in front of us said her words a little rudely at first but then rapidly turned it into slight cockiness, the Italian hint in her accent more easy to hear when she spoke about a monster truck. However a slightly baffled look now appears upon the pale lass’ face yet, instead of letting the cameraman possibly ask about what she is confused about, she simply continued to speak.
“Talking about chances of glory…that reminds me of that dinosaur that’ll be in competing in the match. What is his name again? Oh yeah! Joseph Sullivan. He is not only, by far, probably the oldest person in this match but also the most experienced with himself wrestling since the eighties…which is totally before I was even born…but isn’t it strange that, even though he has wrestled for so many years, I have literally never heard of him until I was informed about this battle royal I was going to compete in? Maybe he was never good enough to be anything more than a curtain jerker for his entire life. That could definitely say everything that this deteriorating fossil. Man, I just hope he doesn’t suddenly have a heart attack when he gets eliminated…
Talking about fossils…who is that other guy again…Lincoln Cutler I believe. He is yet another experienced man with some twenty years to his name. Twenty years is always something that nobody should ever overlook, no matter what happens, but he is clearly aging worst than a corpse. Maybe he will have a heart attack even before I eliminate him…hopefully he doesn’t there is little I can do if such a thing happens. Maybe I should eliminate both Cutler and Sullivan very quickly so that they can go back onto their life-support machines just in time to be fit enough for their next failure of matches.”
Is she literally just planning a strategy, to deal with the two largest competitors in this match, right now…in the middle of her promo!?! Either she is or isn’t that didn’t stop the raven haired female from chuckling lightly.
“Maybe those dinosaurs need to decay and never come back…but my god look at the third most experienced person in this match. Is the local asylum prone to escapees or something? Damn, I thought such things only happen in Outlast. Why am I talking about asylums E-E-Equinox? Damn your name was awkward to say…anyway…the reason why I speak of asylums is basically this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could say that you’re nuttier than a Snickers bar but you’d probably take that as a damn compliment, but then again I guess I can’t really bring myself to hold offensive feelings toward somebody as mentally retarded as yourself. So instead of simply seeing you as an enemy I need to take out for justice, Equinox, I simple see you has the enemy who I pity.
But then again there is a reason why I am heavily annoyed with you at the same time. You may not realise it but your contract said you’re born in September of nineteen ninety-one while your in-ring debut took place in August of two thousand and one…meaning that you were nine years old when you debuted. Considering that you’re from St. Louis, not Tokyo, it would have been impossible for you to wrestle at such a young age, since - unlike Japan - America has a firm minimum age limit of when somebody can take part in wrestling. So either your experience is a lie, or your age is a lie and whatever one it is, that makes you a fraud…and I hate frauds. But does it also mean that your ‘Equinox’ act is also a fraud? Or maybe your in-ring skill is nothing more than a fraud? I guess I’ll just have to find out this Monday when I eliminate you in the upcoming battle royal, fraudster.”
Unlike the rest of this promo beforehand, it was while speaking of Equinox that the young woman seemed to be pissed off. Her tone, facial expression and body expression showed rage and fury at the same time. However, after finishing her words, the black haired female sighed lightly.
“Even though I plan to storm though this battle royal and end my re-debut in victory, there is one person that I believe will give me the most struggle. That person’s name? Travis Black. No it is not because of his surname, since that is a stupid reason, but is something else instead. He is bigger than me, probably faster than me, maybe stronger than me and - whenever I look into his eyes, at least of the pictures of him - I can definitely see a guy that’ll give everything to be the greatest of the great. His confident posture sends unfamiliar shivers down my spine and his smiling grin always makes me nervous for reasons I can’t even bring to words. This indescribable nervousness…I welcome it. It is almost like it is fuelling me to give my everything to outdo you in this place known as the Capitol Theatre.
I am smaller, probably weaker, slower and less experienced but minor little details like that will not get in the way of me for I am an Ally of Justice and justice shall not be derailed by such unimportance. You’re bigger, faster and stronger…so what? I’ll simply outsmart you for battle royals are won by geniuses, not brainless brutes. I’ll hack you down, I’ll take you down and I’ll beat you down before lifting you up and throwing you out of the ring like a javelin. I don’t care if you don’t believe that I can do it Travis. If anything I want you to not believe in me so that I’ll feel even more ecstatic when I prove any of my doubters wrong this Monday. Heh, you are indeed the biggest challenge of my re-debut, Mister Black, but this is MY re-debut and I am going to end it with my hand being the one raised in victory.”
Did she really show a glimmer of doubt? After how relaxed, confident and momentarily angry she appeared, this mysterious pale woman just showed a sign of doubt, as if questioning her ability to win. However this ‘Ally of Justice’ seem to have quickly reasserted her confidence back into her words as she raised her right fist up, as if signalling that she’ll win at Adrenaline, at the end of her words before smiling lightly.
“How rude of me…my name is Raven, I am from Birmingham England and this Monday I plan on walking out from my re-debut the winner…even at the expense of those other seven.”
As she finally introduced herself Raven got up to her feet, gently grabbing onto a side railing to make sure she doesn’t fall off. Once she finished her words the girl from England smiled towards the camera, in a friendly manner, before walking pass the cameraman. Deciding that he didn’t want to be here anymore the camera operator quickly stopped the recording and switched off the camera before making his own way off the scaffolding, most likely to head to the production truck.[/align]
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[align=center]Under twenty-four hours to go until this upcoming episode of 4CW Adrenaline and we are currently in the women’s public locker room. Why are we here? Because standing in the middle of the room is a raven haired woman of milky white skin. In the promo shot last night it is clear to tell that this person is none other than Raven yet the first two rather interesting things to notice is the black blindfold covering her eyes and the second thing is the nightstick that is in the clutches of her right hand. Effortlessly, and almost elegantly, Raven is swinging the police baton about as if she is training for something else. This movement of both purpose and conviction lasted almost a good minute before the Englishwoman finally stopped, panting lightly as she place the nightstick down on a nearby desk - since she is very close to one - before lifting the blindfold. With the fabric now on her forehead the re-debuting diva discovered a camera recording her.
“How long have you been there for?”
She pondered a little out loud but, instead of thinking of a possible answer, the youthful girl continued to speak.
“It has almost been twenty-four hours since I shot my last promo and - during each passing second awake - I hypothesise about the seven, I analyse about the seven and, just now, I’ve finally managed to tip the deadweight off the scales and has shorten the threats of my, almost eminent, victory…Equinox and Travis Black. Weird…for some reason saying the latter’s name seem to make me feel unusually tingly inside. But if you want to know why they are the only people worth speaking about again…I’ll give you a short summary…Amanda Ramirez is an oompa loompa reject. Branden Harvey has a history of choking. Brent Samson’s appearance screams prima donna. And both Joseph Sullivan and Lincoln Cutler are probably going to get dragged off to the retirement home before the bell even rings.”
How rude can one person sound with the most monotone of vocal tones? It is almost as if Raven was discussing the weather or something since she clearly doesn’t look bothered at all when insulting the other five competitors in this eight person battle royal. However it might worth noting that for the most split of moments, when mentioning Travis Black, the hue in her facial cheeks increased in hue. However this was extremely momentarily as the hue was immediately gone when the Birmingham native spoke up again.
“I’ll start with you Equinox…the fraudster…the guy who refers to himself in both first and third person, as if having a conversation with himself since nobody ever wants to talk to him. I wonder why…oh wait I don’t, since you are clearly a few fries away from a happy meal. Happy meals…happiness…heh…the only happiness you deserve is detainment. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy being locked up in a room with nothing more than a white jacket…since it’ll definitely give you all the time in the world to talk to you, yourself and your shadow. But before I become Judge, Jury and Executioner tomorrow night…I do have two questions for you Equinox. What were smoking when you thought of that kind of name? And are you legally old enough to smoke such a substance? I know it sounds like a daft question but, since you’ve lied about either your experience or your age, I can’t fully trust anything you say anymore. Heh…maybe I’ll just have to find out myself as I beat the hell out of you tomorrow night.”
A confident laugh escaped the enigmatic female’s lips after finishing her words. However, with the subject of Equinox being over, her facial expression no longer looked confident or haughty…but is instead a mixture of confused and slight blushing as one of her hands place itself upon her chest.
“And now with Travis…Travis Black. I can’t fully describe it but for some reason I can’t understand my tongue almost twist itself into submission and my chest beats harder than a thousand war drums when I tried to say your name. What am I feeling like this? Could it be a lust of some kind? Could it be a primal desire screaming out louder than a million red howlers? If so then what do I desire the most…well that was a stupid question, for I know what I desire…justice! I have heard that you are what some people call a ‘Party Starter’ but what little rumours have been telling me is that you have been a frequent consumer of illegal chemicals. I won’t bother to ask what these substances are, Tr…Black, for - while I don’t have the cuffs to arrest you with - I’ll simply take you down and beat the hell out of you. No matter how confused my mind is about you, Travis Black, that will not stop me from personally teaching you - as well as everyone else in this battle royal - to never get on the wrong side of justice.”
Unlike her previous promo the slight hue on her facial cheeks didn’t fade away as she spoke her words. However it was a short bit after finishing her words that the slight blush finally fade away as Raven picked the baton back up, pulled the blindfold down and continued to swing the nightstick…leaving this to be the last thing the camera sees before dying out due to lack of power.
“January twentieth…”
The saying of a date got the cameraman curious so he dared to approached the origin of that voice, only to find a pair of milky white, and smooth, legs resting on the scaffolding while the knees connecting to them made it obvious that the rest of this person is dangling down towards the ring.
“I use to think that wrestling would be an easy case of enter the ring, hit four moves of doom and head home the winner. How wrong I was on January twentieth…”
Moments after finishing those word the mystery person did a kind of sit-up to reveal the rest of their body to the camera. This person…this woman…is of pale skin, black hair and deep black eyes.
“On January twentieth, the very third episode of Four Corners Wrestling, I made my professional wrestling debut against one Aiden Black and was crushed without a waste of effort. Just like my national football team, I expected to be able to breeze through the first stage of wrestling, only to have my hopes demolished in one of the most disappointing moments of my life. However there is always one big defeat everyone has to go through before they ascend to the stars they seek to be, ranging from Jason Cashe’s first defeat to one Anthony Bailey to Yorkshire’s defeat to Lancashire in the War of the Roses, and January twentieth was simply my big defeat. So this Monday, at , I will have my re-debut by winning the eight person battle royal.”
Who is this woman? Whoever she is she speaks with confidence and calmness as the female already declares that she’ll be the one who’ll win the eight person battle royal.
“But who are the seven people that I’ll eliminate? Well one of them is the only other girl in the match…Armanda Ramirez, probably the tiniest person to have ever entered a 4CW ring let alone the smallest in this match. Sure people can say that, due to her minuscule size, she’ll be the quick one…you know, the one who’ll rely solely on hit and running while nobody manages to keep up with her. Unfortunately Armanda, if that is what you plan on doing in this match, I seem to be the bearer of some bad news. This is a battle royal, a match where you’ll need to throw your opponent over the top rope with both of their feet hitting the floor, not a kind of little match where you can sneak in a roll-up or some quick submission. You’ll need to somehow hoist a person above the top rope and dump them out of the ring…
And, the last time I checked, you are the smallest in this match by quite a convincing amount so I seriously doubt that you’ll have what it takes to get an elimination on your own. If anything, using the logic of your size and how certain little moves you have - like the quote, ‘Code Blue,’ unquote for example - can involves you being above the top rope, you are probably somebody that I could see getting eliminated very quickly in the match. Hell I could the one who eliminates you from the match itself, since an easy elimination is an elimination. Don’t feel too hard done by Armanda, since even a midget like you should be able to rebound from losing in a battle royal…and there is nothing wrong with losing to the Personification of Justice right here.”
As if to make herself sound more important the black haired female, whose accent is mostly from the West Midlands of English yet slightly Italian at the same time, pointed the thumb of her right hand towards herself as she claims to be ‘the Personification of Justice.’
“But I’m sure that the so-called Diva of Tomorrow is probably going to bank on her buddy-partner-lover-thing Brent Samson, the self-proclaimed Ace in the Hole, being able to have her back. However I for one am actually hoping that does happen since, like his initials say, every time I look at a picture of him I can’t help but think that he is utterly full of BS. Sure he seems to be a wrestling fanatic, who holds some affections for high-flyers, and sure he might have actually went to a wrestling school but I ain’t fazed by that at all. If anything I would love to take him on in the ring, just so I could take his wrestling aspirations and turn them into dust when I am the one with my hand raised in victory while he’ll be the one seeking comfort from his bodyguard as he ask himself ‘what went wrong?’
This isn’t a prediction, nor is it a declaration, this is simply a spoiler for you Brent. I know that you come to steal the show but here is a question I want you to answer…on whose authority have you been given the right to try to steal anything? I know that taking people’s breath away sounds good and that your theme song is practically about stealing shows but stealing is stealing and stealing is wrong. Justice is against what is wrong, so - rather naturally - I am not only going to be against you but I’m also going to stop you from winning the match. I don’t care if you, your bimbo girlfriend and that lug you call Tristen Storm all try to jump me. Not only will I welcome it but I’ll also overcome it and send you back to Hollywood where all you wannabe stars belong.”
How arrogant does this woman sound? It is almost as if she doesn’t value Armanda and Brent as actual wrestlers, let alone as competition to the overconfident female. After saying her words however the black haired girl moved the index finger of her right hand up and repeatedly pat her chin, as if thinking of something that has peaked her interest at the moment.
“I will admit that, considering that there are only two women - me and Armanda - in this match, I was a bit surprised to find out that I wasn’t the second smallest person in this match. No, that right seem to be reserved for one Branden Harvey. Man…poor Branden…isn’t it like embarrassing to require a step-ladder whenever you want to kiss a girl on the lips? Okay, that might not be the nicest thing to say, considering that you’re one of the more experienced people in this match…meh, why should I lie? I honestly don’t care is my joke was offensive or not since one thing my father taught me was that everyone, friend or foe, is an enemy and it is firm beliefs like that that will help me withstand your ‘Supersonic’ offensive and defeat you in the battle royal, as if I’m a giant swatting away a buzzard.
I guess I should give you some credit though Harvey…you are one of the more experienced people here so I could see you using some kind of wisdom, from the four years of experience you have over me, and try to become a roadblock on my road to victory. And judging by the ‘Supersonic’ moniker you’ve given yourself, you must be lightning fast and thunderously dangerous to underestimate in a match as usually unpredictable as this. However there aren’t going to be any storms this Monday as I ain’t going to ride a simply little scooter and try to find a way around the block. No, I’ll be riding to victory in a monster truck, come in like a wrecking ball and turn your chance of glory into nothing more than the roadkill McDonalds probably uses in their burgers.”
Does she have a hatred for McDonalds or something? Either way the raven haired enigma in front of us said her words a little rudely at first but then rapidly turned it into slight cockiness, the Italian hint in her accent more easy to hear when she spoke about a monster truck. However a slightly baffled look now appears upon the pale lass’ face yet, instead of letting the cameraman possibly ask about what she is confused about, she simply continued to speak.
“Talking about chances of glory…that reminds me of that dinosaur that’ll be in competing in the match. What is his name again? Oh yeah! Joseph Sullivan. He is not only, by far, probably the oldest person in this match but also the most experienced with himself wrestling since the eighties…which is totally before I was even born…but isn’t it strange that, even though he has wrestled for so many years, I have literally never heard of him until I was informed about this battle royal I was going to compete in? Maybe he was never good enough to be anything more than a curtain jerker for his entire life. That could definitely say everything that this deteriorating fossil. Man, I just hope he doesn’t suddenly have a heart attack when he gets eliminated…
Talking about fossils…who is that other guy again…Lincoln Cutler I believe. He is yet another experienced man with some twenty years to his name. Twenty years is always something that nobody should ever overlook, no matter what happens, but he is clearly aging worst than a corpse. Maybe he will have a heart attack even before I eliminate him…hopefully he doesn’t there is little I can do if such a thing happens. Maybe I should eliminate both Cutler and Sullivan very quickly so that they can go back onto their life-support machines just in time to be fit enough for their next failure of matches.”
Is she literally just planning a strategy, to deal with the two largest competitors in this match, right now…in the middle of her promo!?! Either she is or isn’t that didn’t stop the raven haired female from chuckling lightly.
“Maybe those dinosaurs need to decay and never come back…but my god look at the third most experienced person in this match. Is the local asylum prone to escapees or something? Damn, I thought such things only happen in Outlast. Why am I talking about asylums E-E-Equinox? Damn your name was awkward to say…anyway…the reason why I speak of asylums is basically this. Have you looked in the mirror lately? I could say that you’re nuttier than a Snickers bar but you’d probably take that as a damn compliment, but then again I guess I can’t really bring myself to hold offensive feelings toward somebody as mentally retarded as yourself. So instead of simply seeing you as an enemy I need to take out for justice, Equinox, I simple see you has the enemy who I pity.
But then again there is a reason why I am heavily annoyed with you at the same time. You may not realise it but your contract said you’re born in September of nineteen ninety-one while your in-ring debut took place in August of two thousand and one…meaning that you were nine years old when you debuted. Considering that you’re from St. Louis, not Tokyo, it would have been impossible for you to wrestle at such a young age, since - unlike Japan - America has a firm minimum age limit of when somebody can take part in wrestling. So either your experience is a lie, or your age is a lie and whatever one it is, that makes you a fraud…and I hate frauds. But does it also mean that your ‘Equinox’ act is also a fraud? Or maybe your in-ring skill is nothing more than a fraud? I guess I’ll just have to find out this Monday when I eliminate you in the upcoming battle royal, fraudster.”
Unlike the rest of this promo beforehand, it was while speaking of Equinox that the young woman seemed to be pissed off. Her tone, facial expression and body expression showed rage and fury at the same time. However, after finishing her words, the black haired female sighed lightly.
“Even though I plan to storm though this battle royal and end my re-debut in victory, there is one person that I believe will give me the most struggle. That person’s name? Travis Black. No it is not because of his surname, since that is a stupid reason, but is something else instead. He is bigger than me, probably faster than me, maybe stronger than me and - whenever I look into his eyes, at least of the pictures of him - I can definitely see a guy that’ll give everything to be the greatest of the great. His confident posture sends unfamiliar shivers down my spine and his smiling grin always makes me nervous for reasons I can’t even bring to words. This indescribable nervousness…I welcome it. It is almost like it is fuelling me to give my everything to outdo you in this place known as the Capitol Theatre.
I am smaller, probably weaker, slower and less experienced but minor little details like that will not get in the way of me for I am an Ally of Justice and justice shall not be derailed by such unimportance. You’re bigger, faster and stronger…so what? I’ll simply outsmart you for battle royals are won by geniuses, not brainless brutes. I’ll hack you down, I’ll take you down and I’ll beat you down before lifting you up and throwing you out of the ring like a javelin. I don’t care if you don’t believe that I can do it Travis. If anything I want you to not believe in me so that I’ll feel even more ecstatic when I prove any of my doubters wrong this Monday. Heh, you are indeed the biggest challenge of my re-debut, Mister Black, but this is MY re-debut and I am going to end it with my hand being the one raised in victory.”
Did she really show a glimmer of doubt? After how relaxed, confident and momentarily angry she appeared, this mysterious pale woman just showed a sign of doubt, as if questioning her ability to win. However this ‘Ally of Justice’ seem to have quickly reasserted her confidence back into her words as she raised her right fist up, as if signalling that she’ll win at Adrenaline, at the end of her words before smiling lightly.
“How rude of me…my name is Raven, I am from Birmingham England and this Monday I plan on walking out from my re-debut the winner…even at the expense of those other seven.”
As she finally introduced herself Raven got up to her feet, gently grabbing onto a side railing to make sure she doesn’t fall off. Once she finished her words the girl from England smiled towards the camera, in a friendly manner, before walking pass the cameraman. Deciding that he didn’t want to be here anymore the camera operator quickly stopped the recording and switched off the camera before making his own way off the scaffolding, most likely to head to the production truck.[/align]
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[align=center]Under twenty-four hours to go until this upcoming episode of 4CW Adrenaline and we are currently in the women’s public locker room. Why are we here? Because standing in the middle of the room is a raven haired woman of milky white skin. In the promo shot last night it is clear to tell that this person is none other than Raven yet the first two rather interesting things to notice is the black blindfold covering her eyes and the second thing is the nightstick that is in the clutches of her right hand. Effortlessly, and almost elegantly, Raven is swinging the police baton about as if she is training for something else. This movement of both purpose and conviction lasted almost a good minute before the Englishwoman finally stopped, panting lightly as she place the nightstick down on a nearby desk - since she is very close to one - before lifting the blindfold. With the fabric now on her forehead the re-debuting diva discovered a camera recording her.
“How long have you been there for?”
She pondered a little out loud but, instead of thinking of a possible answer, the youthful girl continued to speak.
“It has almost been twenty-four hours since I shot my last promo and - during each passing second awake - I hypothesise about the seven, I analyse about the seven and, just now, I’ve finally managed to tip the deadweight off the scales and has shorten the threats of my, almost eminent, victory…Equinox and Travis Black. Weird…for some reason saying the latter’s name seem to make me feel unusually tingly inside. But if you want to know why they are the only people worth speaking about again…I’ll give you a short summary…Amanda Ramirez is an oompa loompa reject. Branden Harvey has a history of choking. Brent Samson’s appearance screams prima donna. And both Joseph Sullivan and Lincoln Cutler are probably going to get dragged off to the retirement home before the bell even rings.”
How rude can one person sound with the most monotone of vocal tones? It is almost as if Raven was discussing the weather or something since she clearly doesn’t look bothered at all when insulting the other five competitors in this eight person battle royal. However it might worth noting that for the most split of moments, when mentioning Travis Black, the hue in her facial cheeks increased in hue. However this was extremely momentarily as the hue was immediately gone when the Birmingham native spoke up again.
“I’ll start with you Equinox…the fraudster…the guy who refers to himself in both first and third person, as if having a conversation with himself since nobody ever wants to talk to him. I wonder why…oh wait I don’t, since you are clearly a few fries away from a happy meal. Happy meals…happiness…heh…the only happiness you deserve is detainment. Heck, you’ll probably enjoy being locked up in a room with nothing more than a white jacket…since it’ll definitely give you all the time in the world to talk to you, yourself and your shadow. But before I become Judge, Jury and Executioner tomorrow night…I do have two questions for you Equinox. What were smoking when you thought of that kind of name? And are you legally old enough to smoke such a substance? I know it sounds like a daft question but, since you’ve lied about either your experience or your age, I can’t fully trust anything you say anymore. Heh…maybe I’ll just have to find out myself as I beat the hell out of you tomorrow night.”
A confident laugh escaped the enigmatic female’s lips after finishing her words. However, with the subject of Equinox being over, her facial expression no longer looked confident or haughty…but is instead a mixture of confused and slight blushing as one of her hands place itself upon her chest.
“And now with Travis…Travis Black. I can’t fully describe it but for some reason I can’t understand my tongue almost twist itself into submission and my chest beats harder than a thousand war drums when I tried to say your name. What am I feeling like this? Could it be a lust of some kind? Could it be a primal desire screaming out louder than a million red howlers? If so then what do I desire the most…well that was a stupid question, for I know what I desire…justice! I have heard that you are what some people call a ‘Party Starter’ but what little rumours have been telling me is that you have been a frequent consumer of illegal chemicals. I won’t bother to ask what these substances are, Tr…Black, for - while I don’t have the cuffs to arrest you with - I’ll simply take you down and beat the hell out of you. No matter how confused my mind is about you, Travis Black, that will not stop me from personally teaching you - as well as everyone else in this battle royal - to never get on the wrong side of justice.”
Unlike her previous promo the slight hue on her facial cheeks didn’t fade away as she spoke her words. However it was a short bit after finishing her words that the slight blush finally fade away as Raven picked the baton back up, pulled the blindfold down and continued to swing the nightstick…leaving this to be the last thing the camera sees before dying out due to lack of power.