Post by MasterEvil on Aug 29, 2014 21:09:41 GMT
Today we are inside some kind of boiler room. The place appears to be empty but the sheer heat in the room is more than evidence enough to show that it is currently active. However, among the noise of steam, two words could vaguely be heard. The quietness of the words made it unclear on whose voice it is and what are the exact words. So the camera moved deeper and deeper into this room, passing a few boilers and a couple other things in the process, to finally arrive at the source of the words…a television screen. However the footage seem to be constantly looping at the sight of Stefan Raab shouting out the words that the camera heard earlier…I quit.
“What an Ante Up event we had.”
Those words were barely heard and the camera immediately spun around to spot the raven-haired lady known as Raven sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat this room could produce?
“We have a new South-West Heavyweight Champion, I finally get my first win and we had a guy in a mask screaming the words ‘I quit’ as if it he was a backup singer for a screamo band. How amusing is it that I, a girl who made another girl - who talked all the talk in the world - tap out in front of thousands, would end up taking on the guy who will, more than most likely, have his entire Four Corners Wrestling career remember for screaming out those two very words. Maybe it is just me…but I won’t lie about it, for I was raised to be absolutely honest. Yet I can’t help but wonder though, Stefan…how does it feel to have submitted in front of the entire world? Sure I could ask Brandy Danielle but you were literally the guy who looked Borderland in the eyes and verbally submitted to him.
So how did it feel? Does it feel embarrassing to practically admit that Shane is better than you in front of thousands in the arena? Did it feel painful to have surrendered in front of millions watching from home…physically, mentally or even emotionally? Was it frustrating to, after all the hot air you’ve emitted in build-up to this match, end up falling flat on your masked face? If the answer to all of these questions is a yes then here is a final question that I have for you. What is the Killerplauze going to do about it in two weeks time? Take out your anger on me, as if I’m professional wrestling’s version of those Chinese worry balls? Do not make me laugh, Stefan Raab. I’ve already made one weak-willed person tap out and I can easily another do so.”
Even though calm, it was obvious that the pale woman from Birmingham felt confident in simply the tone the Italian-Englishwoman had in her voice when asking her questions. After finishing her words the female did smile a little bit, as if recalling the final moments of her first victory earlier tonight, yet that momentary smile was quickly eradicated as young Miss Aquilani leaned forward with a serious expression upon her face.
“However it is pure idiocy to ignore certain aspects of who I am up against. Stefan, you are much bigger than me and having somewhat of a history in boxing shows that you could end up being a better striker than me. You might possibly be stronger than me, even though we’ll just have to see in a couple of weeks, and you are definitely more experienced than me while the fact you’re forty-seven yet still manage to take on a multitude of people, who happen to be miles younger than you, without losing a step is quite impressive. If the members of law enforcement actually had the determination, as well as botheration, that you have then the crime rate of places like Los Angeles and New York would actually halve down.
But that is enough of the compliments since I intend on kicking your ass from pillar, to post and down for the three, not just to get some respect from a skinhead. Yes respect is a very important thing but I want to win this match, the match after that and all the matches after that one. Maybe I am developing an ego but I don’t care since I’ll happily put my role, as ‘Ally of Justice,’ above any ego I may have as I beat you Raab. So feel free to bring your very best. Feel free to bring plan A, B, C and every other plan from D to Z for I will tell you right now, straight up, that it will not be good enough to defeat me. My father taught me that giving up is never an option and it is that determination that I have will make me outlast you, Stefan. Even if it means taking us both out in the progress, I will be the one announced as the winner.”
Focus, pure unadulterated focus is what could best describe not only the way she said her words but also the young woman’s facial expression. After a could of seconds the twenty year old leaned back a bit, into a sitting up straight position, and chuckled slightly.
“Heh, we’re all different types of people…we all are in the company of 4CW. There are some who draws inspiration from other wrestlers. There are those who seek to lead with words instead of with fist. There are those who chooses love over success and vice-versa. There are wannabe dominators and even drug indulging ars-ars…butt-holes like Travis Bla…”
It was obvious who Raven was about to mention yet for some reason she suddenly stopped talking as her right hand quickly placed itself upon the left side of her chest. The raven -haired woman even momentarily glanced down towards one of her trouser pockets, her expression showing some confusion, before looking back towards the camera and placing her hand back down.
“But what kind of person are you Stefan Raab? Are you the black sheep of your herd? Are you a wolf wearing sheep clothing? Or are you simply a sheep that will simply follow whatever Shepherd Howe say? Heh…what happen to the individualism around here? When I first signed up back in January I expected a field of individuals wanting to be better than the other…yet now nearly everywhere I look I see the eyes of people basically say ‘how high’ whenever told to jump. Is it bad that, instead of fear or confident, I actually feel pity towards you Stefan Raab? It is almost like your mask is nothing more than a visual effect to distract the audience from the reality that your outrageous tantrums are you attempting to mask up the fact that you cannot succeed in this company without somebody practically holding your hand.”
A rather unimpressed sounding sigh left the black haired woman’s lips the moment after the words ‘holding your hand’ was spoken.
“So this Monday, Stefan, I’ll offer you my hand. No, it is not for you to grab your hand or even stroke it in forgiveness - like in Dawn of the Planet of the Apes - but instead my hand is going to rip that mask straight off your face so that you have nothing to hide behind. But then again, perhaps that is the kind of person you are…a coward, a person who looks for something to hide behind. If so then let me give you this warning. You can try running but you cannot hide from justice.”
After finishing her words a clicking sound could be heard and the camera stopped recording. Raven brought out her other hand, which was hiding behind her back the entire time, with a controller of some kind in its grip. After simply placing the controller down by her side the young woman stood up and put her right hand into she pocket she glanced at earlier. Out came a ticket…a plane ticket…a plane ticket Travis Black ‘gave’ her. Could the Harbinger of Justice really be considering meeting up with such a wrong individual? And why does her heart seem so loud in its beating as should a thought go through her head?
“Maybe I can make him see the errors of his ways…”
The raven-haired Englishwoman mumbled out by accident before slipping the ticket back into her pocket, grabbing her top and putting it on before heading off, most likely to have another shower..
“What an Ante Up event we had.”
Those words were barely heard and the camera immediately spun around to spot the raven-haired lady known as Raven sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat this room could produce?
“We have a new South-West Heavyweight Champion, I finally get my first win and we had a guy in a mask screaming the words ‘I quit’ as if it he was a backup singer for a screamo band. How amusing is it that I, a girl who made another girl - who talked all the talk in the world - tap out in front of thousands, would end up taking on the guy who will, more than most likely, have his entire Four Corners Wrestling career remember for screaming out those two very words. Maybe it is just me…but I won’t lie about it, for I was raised to be absolutely honest. Yet I can’t help but wonder though, Stefan…how does it feel to have submitted in front of the entire world? Sure I could ask Brandy Danielle but you were literally the guy who looked Borderland in the eyes and verbally submitted to him.
So how did it feel? Does it feel embarrassing to practically admit that Shane is better than you in front of thousands in the arena? Did it feel painful to have surrendered in front of millions watching from home…physically, mentally or even emotionally? Was it frustrating to, after all the hot air you’ve emitted in build-up to this match, end up falling flat on your masked face? If the answer to all of these questions is a yes then here is a final question that I have for you. What is the Killerplauze going to do about it in two weeks time? Take out your anger on me, as if I’m professional wrestling’s version of those Chinese worry balls? Do not make me laugh, Stefan Raab. I’ve already made one weak-willed person tap out and I can easily another do so.”
Even though calm, it was obvious that the pale woman from Birmingham felt confident in simply the tone the Italian-Englishwoman had in her voice when asking her questions. After finishing her words the female did smile a little bit, as if recalling the final moments of her first victory earlier tonight, yet that momentary smile was quickly eradicated as young Miss Aquilani leaned forward with a serious expression upon her face.
“However it is pure idiocy to ignore certain aspects of who I am up against. Stefan, you are much bigger than me and having somewhat of a history in boxing shows that you could end up being a better striker than me. You might possibly be stronger than me, even though we’ll just have to see in a couple of weeks, and you are definitely more experienced than me while the fact you’re forty-seven yet still manage to take on a multitude of people, who happen to be miles younger than you, without losing a step is quite impressive. If the members of law enforcement actually had the determination, as well as botheration, that you have then the crime rate of places like Los Angeles and New York would actually halve down.
But that is enough of the compliments since I intend on kicking your ass from pillar, to post and down for the three, not just to get some respect from a skinhead. Yes respect is a very important thing but I want to win this match, the match after that and all the matches after that one. Maybe I am developing an ego but I don’t care since I’ll happily put my role, as ‘Ally of Justice,’ above any ego I may have as I beat you Raab. So feel free to bring your very best. Feel free to bring plan A, B, C and every other plan from D to Z for I will tell you right now, straight up, that it will not be good enough to defeat me. My father taught me that giving up is never an option and it is that determination that I have will make me outlast you, Stefan. Even if it means taking us both out in the progress, I will be the one announced as the winner.”
Focus, pure unadulterated focus is what could best describe not only the way she said her words but also the young woman’s facial expression. After a could of seconds the twenty year old leaned back a bit, into a sitting up straight position, and chuckled slightly.
“Heh, we’re all different types of people…we all are in the company of 4CW. There are some who draws inspiration from other wrestlers. There are those who seek to lead with words instead of with fist. There are those who chooses love over success and vice-versa. There are wannabe dominators and even drug indulging ars-ars…butt-holes like Travis Bla…”
It was obvious who Raven was about to mention yet for some reason she suddenly stopped talking as her right hand quickly placed itself upon the left side of her chest. The raven -haired woman even momentarily glanced down towards one of her trouser pockets, her expression showing some confusion, before looking back towards the camera and placing her hand back down.
“But what kind of person are you Stefan Raab? Are you the black sheep of your herd? Are you a wolf wearing sheep clothing? Or are you simply a sheep that will simply follow whatever Shepherd Howe say? Heh…what happen to the individualism around here? When I first signed up back in January I expected a field of individuals wanting to be better than the other…yet now nearly everywhere I look I see the eyes of people basically say ‘how high’ whenever told to jump. Is it bad that, instead of fear or confident, I actually feel pity towards you Stefan Raab? It is almost like your mask is nothing more than a visual effect to distract the audience from the reality that your outrageous tantrums are you attempting to mask up the fact that you cannot succeed in this company without somebody practically holding your hand.”
A rather unimpressed sounding sigh left the black haired woman’s lips the moment after the words ‘holding your hand’ was spoken.
“So this Monday, Stefan, I’ll offer you my hand. No, it is not for you to grab your hand or even stroke it in forgiveness - like in Dawn of the Planet of the Apes - but instead my hand is going to rip that mask straight off your face so that you have nothing to hide behind. But then again, perhaps that is the kind of person you are…a coward, a person who looks for something to hide behind. If so then let me give you this warning. You can try running but you cannot hide from justice.”
After finishing her words a clicking sound could be heard and the camera stopped recording. Raven brought out her other hand, which was hiding behind her back the entire time, with a controller of some kind in its grip. After simply placing the controller down by her side the young woman stood up and put her right hand into she pocket she glanced at earlier. Out came a ticket…a plane ticket…a plane ticket Travis Black ‘gave’ her. Could the Harbinger of Justice really be considering meeting up with such a wrong individual? And why does her heart seem so loud in its beating as should a thought go through her head?
“Maybe I can make him see the errors of his ways…”
The raven-haired Englishwoman mumbled out by accident before slipping the ticket back into her pocket, grabbing her top and putting it on before heading off, most likely to have another shower..