Post by MasterEvil on Jun 23, 2016 20:31:14 GMT
“If you’re tired of starting over, stop giving up.”
Shia LaBeouf
Shia LaBeouf
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December 11th
Tonight's a rainy night in the city with people rushing from building to building, sprinting across roads and even slipping about as they all hurry to find shelter from the rain. Well all except for one as standing alone in the street, holding an umbrella with both hands, is Lucy Middley...now with black hair instead of the blue she had on her in-ring debut last month...which she lost in a rather one-sided manner. However, also unlike back then, her eyes aren’t coated with bright blue but is instead misted upon by a dull black as sadness could be written all over the girl’s face.
“A few weeks ago I had my first match in WWH...and I not lost but also aggravated an old injury of mind, thus making me unable to travel, let alone appear on WWH television...and no one seems to care. Yet tomorrow night I’ll make my return to the ring to face off against the woman known as Anneliese Vance...and no one seems to care. I could suffer an injury out there and never wrestle again Not that I can blame them. My sister Dani is going to win the Bombshell Championship at Grindhouse, less than a month since she made her debut, thus becoming one of the fastest rising bombshells in recent history...so...it makes sense...for them...to forget about me...the other Middley...the useless Middley…”
Even though the rain is strong, a tear could be seen going down Lucy’s face the moment she finished her words. However mere moments later the black haired shook her said.
“No, no, no. I’m not crying about me. Heck no, I’m crying for someone else. Someone who’ve been part of WWH since October of last year and still yet to have done anything worthwhile…at all. Eight whole months of active competition and literally nothing to show from such a feat. Someone who have been sitting on their ass, wasting both WWH money and WWH television time, yet complains about their current status not being what they want it to be. This someone is none other than my upcoming opponent. Funny actually…I’ve been here for almost a whole month while I’ve watched the likes of Chris Matthews, Randy Fields, Carson Hawthrone and Jason Cashe. Yet this Anneliese Vance? Nope, doesn’t ring a single bell at all. How did you do it Anna? How did you make it possible to become a complete utter nobody when so many people came, went and still made more of a name for themselves than you. Heck even John Blade and those Hixx girls are more relevant to WWH than you are.”
Lucy chuckled lightly after saying her words, wiping the tear from her face as she does so before emitting a light smirk.
“Does the truth hurt or something? Well I’m sorry for bringing reality down upon you a whole day before I could have done so by beating you, fair and square, in the middle of the ring. However I can’t promise you that anyone will remember whatever you may or may not have done in the past, just like I can’t promise that anyone won’t remember you mostly for being The Nightmare Princess’ stepping stone towards greatness.”
Miss Middley stretched the hand that wasn’t holding the umbrella out in an arrogant looking ‘embrace my greatness’ kind of way before returning her now wet hand to her side.
“Does that sound egotistical? Maybe it does. But considering that my stepbrother’s a former Tag Team Champion and my sister’s going to leave Grindhouse as Bombshell Champion…I can’t help but feel confident about my chances of success, especially against Miss Vance tomorrow night at the Lanxess Arena, and I have just three words for those who don’t believe me…”
While saying her words the black haired girl closed her umbrella and set it down, ignoring the rain that has lightened up during our time listening to The Nightmare Princess.
“Hater be Losers...now let’s shed a tear for the upcoming death of whatever relevancy Anneliese Vance has left.”
