Post by MasterEvil on Oct 7, 2016 17:17:24 GMT
Interview Part A
The current location is somewhere backstage of the Batelle Hall, the very arena Extreme Wrestling Corporation just used for their ever so important twenty eighth episode of FSW, and – with all the lights being dimly lit – it is clear that most people have already left for Manhattan, the location of the upcoming Rumble In The Bronx event. If anything the only spot in the entire building that is properly lit up is a single, rather plain, room – which has not only a table but also a vending machine – with two chairs inside being currently sat down on. One of these two is the Purple Haired Dynamo recognised across EWC as Otaki. The second of which is a rather lanky male with incredibly short hair. There is also a camera operator, holding a valuable piece of official EWC recording equipment over his shoulder, and after glancing over towards the cameraman’s the male looks back towards Otaki, who is currently looking down towards the floor with sloped shoulders, before beginning to speak.
“What’s cracking guys, B.A. Styles here, and in a few days’ time it’ll be yet another Rumble In The Bronx in EWC’s existence. There are many questions that are yet to be answered, like ‘was Luke Wolfe’s victory at Night of Champions a fluke’ and ‘does Emma have what it takes to dethrone Harlow Kinsley?’ for a couple of examples, but the main question, that everyone is thinking of, is this…who’ll win the eighteenth Rumble In The Bronx rumble to challenge the unstoppable X for the EWC Championship? Luckily for us, I managed to snag an entrant of the match for an interview. So please welcome my guest at this time, FSW’s own, Otaki.”
After hearing her name being said The Emo Princess slowly raises her head up to look at the man with a Welsh accent. Currently dressing up as Misty from Pokémon – with blue denim shorts, yellow tank top and red suspenders as well as a blue bobble in Otaki’s hair to bring out a short ponytail from the left side of her head – there is nothing the Highlight of the Night could do to hide the bruises that pattern across her body, especially a rather nasty one just to the side of her left eye. Cleary having two matches in the same amount of days is having an effect on the tired looking girl – discounting both the almost two hundred miles of travelling, between Detroit and Columbus, and the hellacious beat down she received at the hands of one Eve O’Connell earlier tonight – yet it seems that the Iron Maiden is refusing to smile this as she gives the Welshman a friendly smile.
“Thank you for having me.”
Even her voice fails the Purple Haired Dynamo in covering up the exhaustion written all over the twenty two year old.
“You’re welcome Otaki. If anything I should thanking you for having me. In a few days’ time you’ll be entering EWC’s iconic Rumble in the Bronx rumble, for the opportunity to face the practically unbeatable X for the company’s main Championship. Apparently you’re one of the first few members of FSW to sign up to this match. Considering that you’ve only joined the company earlier in the year, and the quality of the opponents in this match, do you think that it’s better to target having a good experience than winning the match itself?”
“A good experience? Than winning the match itself? So…BA…you’re straight up saying that I do not have a chance of winning this match…right? Thank you for at least being honest with me. I’ve met many who’ve tried to cover up their words or pretended to not intend to class my chance as hopeless. But at least you’ve chosen to be honest with me. So let me return the favour by being completely honest with you. I understand why people doubt my capability to win this entire thing. I mean look at me, Eve was practically two punches to the face away from giving me my second concussion this year while people like that damn Psych Ward can jump me an take me down without any struggle. So how can dear little me coup against twenty nine others in a kind of match I’ve been in, and lost, on at least four separate occasions.
So yeah, BA, it is most likely better to target having a good experience in this rumble as not only have I recently been having biggest match of my EWC after biggest match of my EWC career, but I’ve also been faring well enough to win most of those consecutive matches. But did the likes of Jackal, Jay Cee, Amy Rosen, Mr. Strange, the EWC Champion X and last year’s rumble winner Shadow Man all thought ‘let’s have a gosh darn good experience’ when entering the rumble matches that they’ve each won? Your silence is an answer, another answer is simply ‘no.’ No, none of them thought about having a blast and neither did any of them thought about the possibility of losing.
Yeah they each wanted other things…from making the roster ‘Fear the Cry of the Jackal’ – back in two thousand and six – to proving themselves that they are the future and the future is coming quicker than others would like the following year…but those previous winners I’ve mentioned all have three simple things in common:
They wanted win!
They wanted to conquer!
They wanted to destroy whoever stood in their way of victory!
So, BA Styles, if you think that I’m just hoping to have a wee fun time in my first ever Rumble in the Bronx appearance…then your assumption skills are as reliable as a Metapod in Pewter City gym. I don’t merely seek to turn this surprise into my own Happy hour, like I have been for the chances and opportunities I’ve been kindly given in the past two months. I want to win the Rumble In The Bronx. No…just like I said before Eve O’Connell in my most physically demanding match to date…I want to be the very best, like no one ever was. And to help accomplish that I NEED to become the second ever woman to ever win Rumble In The Bronx…as it’s the only way I’ll ever be allowed the biggest match of my four year career…”
That tweet suddenly appears on the wall beside them in a big enough size to be easily seen by the three of them. Was that wall they’re near a screen the entire time? Must be as Otaki momentarily nods her head towards the tweet on the screen and allows both the interviewer and the camera operator a moment to glance at it before speaking up again.
“In the four years of my career so far I’ve done my fair share of things, from beating someone I consider as an idol to being a corporate scumbag. I’ve done my fair share good and evil, I’ve beaten those I considered to be the best. I’ve lost to those I considered to be the worst. I’ve found victory in defeat and I’ve found defeat in victory. I even lost count of the people I’ve injured in the past. But in the companies I’ve competed in the past, from the amazing Action Packed Wrestling to the prison known as World Elite Wrestling, I’ve never been allowed the opportunity to face the very best said had, not even a chance to earn such a match. So while I can speak of how I’m the Highlight of the Night in the ring or on the microphone, I just can never feel satisfied with myself – as a professional wrestler – if I can’t even see how I can possibly fare on the very top of the mountain.
And at the very top of the Extremely Wrestling Corporation’s mountain is the ‘Destroyer of Worlds’ Xplode…and, if I’ve got the facts right, he could be retiring later this year. So I can end up missing my chance to face him without being able to do a blooming thing about it…
That…cannot…do!
Yes I want to win this match, but it is muchmuchmuchmuchmuch MORE than a mere desire. Winning this match is essential to me! I NEED to win Rumble in the Bronx! I do get the importance of becoming the EWC Champion – for I am no different from anyone else in wanting to win the belt – for if you’re not aiming to win or succeed, then you’re simply in the wrong profession. But I want to be the very best, like no one ever was…and the only way to see if I can be that is if I win this match, head off to the main event of WrestleFest Thirteen and battle Xplode in a match as visually incredible as Saitama versus Lord Boros battle from the One punch Man anime was. To beat him for the EWC Title will be a dream come true to me, as well as something I plan to do, but to even get the chance I need, I NEED, to be the one who survives and conquers the other twenty nine.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, in my entire career would mean a damn thing if I don’t win this rumble match!”
Though tired the pure rage and furiousness of anger instilled passion in Otaki’s eyes couldn’t be once mistaken by the Welsh interviewer as she rests her face in her hands in a possible attempt to take a light breather. The Welshman meanwhile is looking on with both deep interest and somewhat calculating, as if a detective trying to piece together something that could be used to get more information from someone they’re interrogating.
“What’s cracking guys, B.A. Styles here, and in a few days’ time it’ll be yet another Rumble In The Bronx in EWC’s existence. There are many questions that are yet to be answered, like ‘was Luke Wolfe’s victory at Night of Champions a fluke’ and ‘does Emma have what it takes to dethrone Harlow Kinsley?’ for a couple of examples, but the main question, that everyone is thinking of, is this…who’ll win the eighteenth Rumble In The Bronx rumble to challenge the unstoppable X for the EWC Championship? Luckily for us, I managed to snag an entrant of the match for an interview. So please welcome my guest at this time, FSW’s own, Otaki.”
After hearing her name being said The Emo Princess slowly raises her head up to look at the man with a Welsh accent. Currently dressing up as Misty from Pokémon – with blue denim shorts, yellow tank top and red suspenders as well as a blue bobble in Otaki’s hair to bring out a short ponytail from the left side of her head – there is nothing the Highlight of the Night could do to hide the bruises that pattern across her body, especially a rather nasty one just to the side of her left eye. Cleary having two matches in the same amount of days is having an effect on the tired looking girl – discounting both the almost two hundred miles of travelling, between Detroit and Columbus, and the hellacious beat down she received at the hands of one Eve O’Connell earlier tonight – yet it seems that the Iron Maiden is refusing to smile this as she gives the Welshman a friendly smile.
“Thank you for having me.”
Even her voice fails the Purple Haired Dynamo in covering up the exhaustion written all over the twenty two year old.
“You’re welcome Otaki. If anything I should thanking you for having me. In a few days’ time you’ll be entering EWC’s iconic Rumble in the Bronx rumble, for the opportunity to face the practically unbeatable X for the company’s main Championship. Apparently you’re one of the first few members of FSW to sign up to this match. Considering that you’ve only joined the company earlier in the year, and the quality of the opponents in this match, do you think that it’s better to target having a good experience than winning the match itself?”
“A good experience? Than winning the match itself? So…BA…you’re straight up saying that I do not have a chance of winning this match…right? Thank you for at least being honest with me. I’ve met many who’ve tried to cover up their words or pretended to not intend to class my chance as hopeless. But at least you’ve chosen to be honest with me. So let me return the favour by being completely honest with you. I understand why people doubt my capability to win this entire thing. I mean look at me, Eve was practically two punches to the face away from giving me my second concussion this year while people like that damn Psych Ward can jump me an take me down without any struggle. So how can dear little me coup against twenty nine others in a kind of match I’ve been in, and lost, on at least four separate occasions.
So yeah, BA, it is most likely better to target having a good experience in this rumble as not only have I recently been having biggest match of my EWC after biggest match of my EWC career, but I’ve also been faring well enough to win most of those consecutive matches. But did the likes of Jackal, Jay Cee, Amy Rosen, Mr. Strange, the EWC Champion X and last year’s rumble winner Shadow Man all thought ‘let’s have a gosh darn good experience’ when entering the rumble matches that they’ve each won? Your silence is an answer, another answer is simply ‘no.’ No, none of them thought about having a blast and neither did any of them thought about the possibility of losing.
Yeah they each wanted other things…from making the roster ‘Fear the Cry of the Jackal’ – back in two thousand and six – to proving themselves that they are the future and the future is coming quicker than others would like the following year…but those previous winners I’ve mentioned all have three simple things in common:
They wanted win!
They wanted to conquer!
They wanted to destroy whoever stood in their way of victory!
So, BA Styles, if you think that I’m just hoping to have a wee fun time in my first ever Rumble in the Bronx appearance…then your assumption skills are as reliable as a Metapod in Pewter City gym. I don’t merely seek to turn this surprise into my own Happy hour, like I have been for the chances and opportunities I’ve been kindly given in the past two months. I want to win the Rumble In The Bronx. No…just like I said before Eve O’Connell in my most physically demanding match to date…I want to be the very best, like no one ever was. And to help accomplish that I NEED to become the second ever woman to ever win Rumble In The Bronx…as it’s the only way I’ll ever be allowed the biggest match of my four year career…”
That tweet suddenly appears on the wall beside them in a big enough size to be easily seen by the three of them. Was that wall they’re near a screen the entire time? Must be as Otaki momentarily nods her head towards the tweet on the screen and allows both the interviewer and the camera operator a moment to glance at it before speaking up again.
“In the four years of my career so far I’ve done my fair share of things, from beating someone I consider as an idol to being a corporate scumbag. I’ve done my fair share good and evil, I’ve beaten those I considered to be the best. I’ve lost to those I considered to be the worst. I’ve found victory in defeat and I’ve found defeat in victory. I even lost count of the people I’ve injured in the past. But in the companies I’ve competed in the past, from the amazing Action Packed Wrestling to the prison known as World Elite Wrestling, I’ve never been allowed the opportunity to face the very best said had, not even a chance to earn such a match. So while I can speak of how I’m the Highlight of the Night in the ring or on the microphone, I just can never feel satisfied with myself – as a professional wrestler – if I can’t even see how I can possibly fare on the very top of the mountain.
And at the very top of the Extremely Wrestling Corporation’s mountain is the ‘Destroyer of Worlds’ Xplode…and, if I’ve got the facts right, he could be retiring later this year. So I can end up missing my chance to face him without being able to do a blooming thing about it…
That…cannot…do!
Yes I want to win this match, but it is muchmuchmuchmuchmuch MORE than a mere desire. Winning this match is essential to me! I NEED to win Rumble in the Bronx! I do get the importance of becoming the EWC Champion – for I am no different from anyone else in wanting to win the belt – for if you’re not aiming to win or succeed, then you’re simply in the wrong profession. But I want to be the very best, like no one ever was…and the only way to see if I can be that is if I win this match, head off to the main event of WrestleFest Thirteen and battle Xplode in a match as visually incredible as Saitama versus Lord Boros battle from the One punch Man anime was. To beat him for the EWC Title will be a dream come true to me, as well as something I plan to do, but to even get the chance I need, I NEED, to be the one who survives and conquers the other twenty nine.
Nothing, and I mean NOTHING, in my entire career would mean a damn thing if I don’t win this rumble match!”
Though tired the pure rage and furiousness of anger instilled passion in Otaki’s eyes couldn’t be once mistaken by the Welsh interviewer as she rests her face in her hands in a possible attempt to take a light breather. The Welshman meanwhile is looking on with both deep interest and somewhat calculating, as if a detective trying to piece together something that could be used to get more information from someone they’re interrogating.
August 8th, 2016
“Happy birthday dear Sarah, happy birthday to you!”
Me and Shannon sing out happily before our little five year old Sarah managed to blow out all her candles. I knew she’d love a Pikachu birthday cake! I am the one who gave birth to her after all! Oh look, Sarah is already playing with toy guitar. Heh, I guess Shannon has been making a very good second mum. Though that doesn’t surprise me at all. Through both my bad times and good ones she has always been around to help me, well at least when she isn’t touring with her Tornado Terror band.
“Don’t dig your hands in the cake Sara-”
“Don’t worry about that, Meggy.”
My beautiful fiancée interrupted me and even pulled me down onto the sofa, more specifically with me sitting on her lap, before wrapping her arms around me.
“Not like her mother ever learned how to resist not using her hands when eating a cake anyway.”
Okay, I couldn’t help but pout a little at my redhead’s blatant tease. Whoa, I quickly move my left hand down to capture Shannon’s right and pull it out from my pants.
“Not in front of Sarah.”
“Aw, come on Meggy.”
“It’s Sarah’s birthday, not mine, so nope meanie.”
I teasingly gave Shannon her nickname and even stuck my tongue ou-ek! Now Shannon is grabbing onto my tongue with the thumb and index finger of her left hand as she leans her head towards my ear. Oh god I can feel her sweet breathe against my neck.
“As if I need to wait until your birthday to have my way with your ass.”
I know that we’re only in front of our little Sarah, who seems to be preoccupied with trying to set some cake eating record, but I couldn’t help but blush a little as-ah! Oh now she’s nibbling my ea-ah! I can feel her right hand escaping my grasp as-ow! Bruise, bruise, bruise! I couldn’t help but flinch when I felt Shannon’s fingers stroke across the relatively nasty mark I got, trailing down my right side, from that Singapore cane Gyasi blasted me with. I’m so ecstatic to beat him but even the greatest of victories can leave painful marks as my fiancée shifts me about so that I’m straddling her lap, most likely she could look into my eyes with her worried own.
“You’re still hurt aren’t you?”
“Well…yes…but it’ll heal.”
“Not if you keep straining yourself show after show. Can’t you just take the next FSW off Meggy?”
“I’d love to…but I can’t…”
I could tell that my answer hurts my love and it hurts so much, a lot more than my newest bruise, to be the one to hurt her.
“I need the money to save up for things like Sarah’s education and for our wedding.”
“But I’m making great money from our tours.”
“But every time you go on tour Sarah has to go with you – because of my wrestling schedule – and whenever I come home from my matches I end up feeling so lonely without the both of you. So I want to get as much money as I can so that you won’t need to go out on tour as often…so that the three of us can spend more time together as a fam-”
I couldn’t finish my words as her lips immediately press themselves against mine. I not only happily kiss her back but tilt my head back a bit and opened my mouth to let her tongue have complete control during our passionate kiss, just like I know we both enjoy so much. Unfortunately this blissful time couldn’t last forever as out lips would need to depart for air. Yet when we did Shannon gave me a smile.
“I understand dear. I still don’t think you need to worry too much about money but I’ll always support you to the end of the earth. Just do two things for me, okay?”
“Anything you want Beautiful. What are they?”
“The first is that you promise me that, no matter what the prize is, don’t break yourself out there. Neither me nor Sarah can coup without you around Meggy.”
Instead of answering straight away I gave my beautiful fiancée a soft kiss on her lips before smiling brightly.
“I promise.”
I said with a purposely childish tone to my voice, to get a giggle from Shannon’s lips.
“Good. As for the second thing…we go upstairs and celebrate Sarah’s fifth birthday in our own way.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at my redhead’s ‘second thing’, which was quickly becoming obvious as both her hands have moved down to cup my bum.
“Hm…”
I glanced over to see that my little pride and joy is now taking a nap on the pink cuddly Yoshi Shannon got me a couple years ago before looking back with a smirk on my face.
“Hm…I guess we could.”
“That’s great. Now you go to our room straight away while I get some drinks from the fridge.”
She started while letting me off her lap and onto my feet, yet when I was about to move my wife to be gently grabbed hold of my right wrist to keep me from rushing off.
“And if you aren’t on the bed by the time I enter the room I’m going to use that paddle you’ve been keeping since winning that paddle on a pole match three years ago.”
“As if you need a reason to use it.”
“You know me too well.”
“Yes I do.”
I answered with a grin as we both giggled together before Shannon let’s go of my hand. The playful swat she gave my bum as I stepped past her was more than enough of an indication of what kind of excitingly thrilling night she has planned as, with a gleeful giggle I hurry up the stairs.
Me and Shannon sing out happily before our little five year old Sarah managed to blow out all her candles. I knew she’d love a Pikachu birthday cake! I am the one who gave birth to her after all! Oh look, Sarah is already playing with toy guitar. Heh, I guess Shannon has been making a very good second mum. Though that doesn’t surprise me at all. Through both my bad times and good ones she has always been around to help me, well at least when she isn’t touring with her Tornado Terror band.
“Don’t dig your hands in the cake Sara-”
“Don’t worry about that, Meggy.”
My beautiful fiancée interrupted me and even pulled me down onto the sofa, more specifically with me sitting on her lap, before wrapping her arms around me.
“Not like her mother ever learned how to resist not using her hands when eating a cake anyway.”
Okay, I couldn’t help but pout a little at my redhead’s blatant tease. Whoa, I quickly move my left hand down to capture Shannon’s right and pull it out from my pants.
“Not in front of Sarah.”
“Aw, come on Meggy.”
“It’s Sarah’s birthday, not mine, so nope meanie.”
I teasingly gave Shannon her nickname and even stuck my tongue ou-ek! Now Shannon is grabbing onto my tongue with the thumb and index finger of her left hand as she leans her head towards my ear. Oh god I can feel her sweet breathe against my neck.
“As if I need to wait until your birthday to have my way with your ass.”
I know that we’re only in front of our little Sarah, who seems to be preoccupied with trying to set some cake eating record, but I couldn’t help but blush a little as-ah! Oh now she’s nibbling my ea-ah! I can feel her right hand escaping my grasp as-ow! Bruise, bruise, bruise! I couldn’t help but flinch when I felt Shannon’s fingers stroke across the relatively nasty mark I got, trailing down my right side, from that Singapore cane Gyasi blasted me with. I’m so ecstatic to beat him but even the greatest of victories can leave painful marks as my fiancée shifts me about so that I’m straddling her lap, most likely she could look into my eyes with her worried own.
“You’re still hurt aren’t you?”
“Well…yes…but it’ll heal.”
“Not if you keep straining yourself show after show. Can’t you just take the next FSW off Meggy?”
“I’d love to…but I can’t…”
I could tell that my answer hurts my love and it hurts so much, a lot more than my newest bruise, to be the one to hurt her.
“I need the money to save up for things like Sarah’s education and for our wedding.”
“But I’m making great money from our tours.”
“But every time you go on tour Sarah has to go with you – because of my wrestling schedule – and whenever I come home from my matches I end up feeling so lonely without the both of you. So I want to get as much money as I can so that you won’t need to go out on tour as often…so that the three of us can spend more time together as a fam-”
I couldn’t finish my words as her lips immediately press themselves against mine. I not only happily kiss her back but tilt my head back a bit and opened my mouth to let her tongue have complete control during our passionate kiss, just like I know we both enjoy so much. Unfortunately this blissful time couldn’t last forever as out lips would need to depart for air. Yet when we did Shannon gave me a smile.
“I understand dear. I still don’t think you need to worry too much about money but I’ll always support you to the end of the earth. Just do two things for me, okay?”
“Anything you want Beautiful. What are they?”
“The first is that you promise me that, no matter what the prize is, don’t break yourself out there. Neither me nor Sarah can coup without you around Meggy.”
Instead of answering straight away I gave my beautiful fiancée a soft kiss on her lips before smiling brightly.
“I promise.”
I said with a purposely childish tone to my voice, to get a giggle from Shannon’s lips.
“Good. As for the second thing…we go upstairs and celebrate Sarah’s fifth birthday in our own way.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at my redhead’s ‘second thing’, which was quickly becoming obvious as both her hands have moved down to cup my bum.
“Hm…”
I glanced over to see that my little pride and joy is now taking a nap on the pink cuddly Yoshi Shannon got me a couple years ago before looking back with a smirk on my face.
“Hm…I guess we could.”
“That’s great. Now you go to our room straight away while I get some drinks from the fridge.”
She started while letting me off her lap and onto my feet, yet when I was about to move my wife to be gently grabbed hold of my right wrist to keep me from rushing off.
“And if you aren’t on the bed by the time I enter the room I’m going to use that paddle you’ve been keeping since winning that paddle on a pole match three years ago.”
“As if you need a reason to use it.”
“You know me too well.”
“Yes I do.”
I answered with a grin as we both giggled together before Shannon let’s go of my hand. The playful swat she gave my bum as I stepped past her was more than enough of an indication of what kind of excitingly thrilling night she has planned as, with a gleeful giggle I hurry up the stairs.
Interview Part B
It took a while but the almost eerie silence between the Englishwoman and the Welshman was eventually broken by the sound of sweetly soft giggling from the Purple Haired Dynamo as she tilts her head back. Wait? When did she start to have a nosebleed? Did her shouting from earlier break a blood vessel in her nose or maybe this is the result of the stress this youthful talent has put on herself to win this rumble? Either way when BA Styles attempted to move Otaki shows the palm of her hand at him, silently telling him to not move. So, instead of getting out of his sit, Styles leans back slightly in his seat.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Oh? What’s so funny that it’s making me laugh? Sorry, you weren’t supposed to hear that…for I was thinking about the pure quality of the other twenty-nine people that are voluntarily climbing themselves into our, soon to be bloodstained, programme. We have a former EWC Champion in Ruthless Aggression and a double champion in Luke Wolfe, as well as the currently undefeated Drake and a former tag partner of Xplode himself in the form of Derek Wellings. But, to tell you the honest truth, the one person in this match that has what it takes to win this match is one Alexis Morrison. I mean she not only have won gold everywhere she has been so far – from World Titles to Television Titles – but have also won the EWC US Title in like her second, third or fourth month in the company that I’ve struggled to even get noticed on for five months.
In a company like this, it takes a hell of a lot of talent to achieve such a feat and I’m more than certain she has proven her talent over, and over, and over again…be it in the ring or how alarmingly quickly she got herself close to the EWC Champ. I mean geez, leapt onto him much quicker than beggars leap onto people with money. What? Do I sound somewhat questioning of Alexis’ ability? Of her talent? Your damn right I’m questioning. But nonononono, I’m not purposely being disrespectful to dear Alexis Morrison. If anything-”
The previous tweet on the screen beside the two of them have been replaced by a different, somewhat newer, tweet.
“-she is one of only two people, entering this very match, that I admire. She has practically conquered the world of other federations. What I find funny is that, while I view Alexis Morrison as the biggest obstacle in this match, the both of us have battled before on a few occasions and the one time – the one blinking time – we had a singles match against each other…I won. She threw everything she had at me and I not only won, I humiliated her and proved my superiority over her by sitting on her chest for the pin. Sure that was over three years ago – and a lot has changed since then – but, at the end of the day, I have achieved victory over her while Miss Morrison has never accomplished proper victory over me. Sure Alexis has managed to win a handicap match involving me, won a triple threat match with me in it and even managed to eliminate me in the last rumble match the both of us entered together.
But guess what? She could only scrap through that handicap match by pinning my fiancée, who was focused on something else at the time. In the triple threat I did all the damage then Alexis snuck in and stole my pin. And, in that rumble…she needed to wait until entering last to get the jump on me, who’ve been in the match for a tiringly long time, for said elimination. The point I’m trying to make, BA, is this…Alexis needs an advantage to get something minor over me while, when it mattered the most, I defeat her as cleanly as a whistle. That is something Alexis can never say she has over me without lying. So, before you or anyone else tries to sell me the idea of the big bad Alexis winning this match…let me clarify this to you all…Alexis Morrison may be millions of other women and view herself as Harley Quinn, but in reality she is nothing more than Baby Doll. Who is she? That’s the point.”
“Some rather strong words to describe the longest reigning US Champion…”
“Not that the belt is anything more than a Joker’s Championship…”
“Joker’s Championship!?!”
The Welshman’s eyes couldn’t help but bulge out a bit in pure surprise at the sudden sign of disrespect shown by the entrant from FSW. Yet, instead of looking remotely fazed by the male’s reaction, the milky skinned woman simply smirk lightly before leaning back in her chair.
“Yeah, a Joker’s Championship, for every person to have ever held that gold have been a complete joke. Even dear King of EWC X was a joke of a US Champion. What? I’m just stating the simple facts. Like the fact that in Morrison’s first or so shot after losing the US Title consist of her literally choking out in front of millions.
Need more evidence?
Okay then.
Let’s talk about the only two time holder of the belt – as well as the seventh entrant to this year’s rumble – Shelley Silver. Now what can we talk about Miss Silver? Well other than sounding like a second place prize at a Barbie Girl contest. Well she is a two time United States Champion…that’s got to be cool…right? Well so was all the hype that followed her when she tried to challenge Xplode last year. People actually believed she could be the spot that the x couldn’t mark. Hell, even I was able to momentarily suspend my disbelief when I bothered to get the DVD to watch that very match. But at the end of the day Shelley, just like others before and after, fell to him. Oh she can just bounce right back up, right?
Wrong, BA, Wrong!
If you go through EWC’s video libraries and watch the matches that followed you’d more than capable to see the fire in Shelley’s eyes vanished. The hunger, the desire, the passion…all dead, like the plains of Mordor. The Shelley Silver entering this rumble is not even a shell of who she use to be and, considering that he lost to that thing on the last episode of Rampage, Pikachu is more likely to defeat a Nidoking than Derek Wellings is to win the rumble from number one. But back to Shelley’s current state. Yeah she did win the United States Championship…but truth be told that belt was nothing more than a rebound from her massive flop. That’s right, she only used the gold as nothing more than a transitional phase.
Want evidence?
Well then, when she lost the belt to Alexis Morrison, why didn’t she go for a rematch straight away? Because she packed her bags and went off to another federation to try to ‘look strong’ in. World Wrestling Headquarters to be exact. Guess what happened? Did Shelley achieve similar success? No, the exact opposite. The moment she signed the dotted line Shelley lost a couple of matches, took her ball and suddenly reappeared on Rampage for a rematch for the US Title she originally lost. So the only reason Shelley even came back to EWC is simply because she tried to be some bigshot elsewhere and fell flat on her face…just like she did when she lost that it to Luke Wolfe.
Now that…that’s a person that deserves to be both respected and feared in rumble match. The MVP of Night of Champions. Luke Wolfe, the holder of both the United States Championship and the Tag Team Championships, could he possibly follow the performance of a life time by winning the Rumble in the Bronx and headlining WrestleFest Thirteen? I bet I’m not the only one to ask this question. I also doubt I’ll be the last one to ponder such a thing, at least until he enters the rumble at number eighteen, which is only one number after my own entry number, and fight against me and the twenty eight other wolves in this match. Yes I just called them wolves for while wolves do tend to stick together in their own little packs, when you give them one bit of food then you won’t see anything kill each other off any faster. At least thieves have a neutral respect system…but not wolves.
Wolves won’t hesitate to think of dishonourable tactics, such as low blowing a man while he was distracted and having on a corrupt outsider handle one of their problems…does any of those sound familiar? Well they should, both of which were what Luke Wolfe have relied on ever so heavily to be holding two championship belts at the end of Night of Champions. How…very…pathetic. To borrow some words from Adam Blampied and use them in my own way…what is worse than being unable to dethrone a shell of a once great wrestler is to need help to dethrone a shell of a once great wrestler. And here I thought he may have a smidge of a chance to actually bring worth back to that pointless title. How wrong I was…what a pathetic wrestler Luke is…
No…
He isn’t pathetic.
He’s a parody of a professional wrestler.
A complete, utter, disgusting joke! And Wolfe ain’t the only one. His entire group of Anarchy’16 are nothing more than a boyband rejected from American Idol. Yes, I did say boyband and there is a person among them called Annabelle…but here’s the six o’clock news. Luke Wolfe is married to a clown who just had a half done sex change…at least that is what I get when I look at the pictures of him and her together. But back to his Take That wannabe band. Is it me…or does the fact he needed help from baldilocks at Night of Champions show that not only is Luke unconfident his chances without his lackeys, but also that he doesn’t have faith in all of them…not that I blame him when there are members like Xavier Rollins and The Vigilante in the group.”
The chuckle that followed could possibly show how little the rather diminutive entrant views the double champion’s stable as the blood that has been leaving her nose the entire time is coating over her lips and chin. BA was looking more concerned but when he look like moving the Purple Haired Dynamo once again indicates him to not move at all. So instead the Welshman leans forward with a rather serious expression on his face.
“Are you sure that it’s wise to insult Aarchy’16? Not only have they managed to win gold together, but – as experienced by both Max Bailey and the current FSW Champion Dixie Dubois – they-”
“Well I’m not as weak as Dixie Dubois.”
He sudden interruption only merely snatched Styles’ attention. If anything it was the razor blade of a voice that shocked the interviewer as the glare from Otaki’s blue eyes seem to have crushed his tongue before the Emo Princess shook her head lightly, causing the blood to etch a bit across her cheeks.
“Let me rephrase that…what are they, Anarchy’16, going to do about it? Interfere with the rumble to attack me? Attack me like a little victim? Maybe they should look back a few months ago when one Gyasi attacked me and sidelined me with a concussion. Guess what happened? I came back, I dealt with him and nobody – absolutely nobody – have seen or heard from Gyasi ever again. Fast forward to two FSW episodes ago when Psych Ward thought it’d be smart to jump me…yet immediately afterwards they ran to the hills and aimed for someone else. You want to know why?”
Once she asked her question the Highlight of the Night moves both her hands up to her face. To wipe the blood off her face hopefully? Only half right. She is indeed wiping the blood…but across the lower half of her face instead of straight off. The serious look on BA Styles’ face falls back to concern as he attempts to move his right hand towards the Englishwoman, only to flinch immediately when she answers her own question.
“Because they’re afraid of me.
Don’t think I’m scary?
Look back at my match against Gyasi and you’ll see how easily I can become Jill The Ripper.
If Anarchy’16 wants to storm the ring to assault then they’re free to try. Hell, I invite Anarchy’16 to try to beat me up in that match. I am not afraid of them, or any Psych Ward, or any Gyasi. All these people keep thinking that they can simply jump me at any time they like, believing that they can stamp me to the ground like some little victim…
I am so damn SICK of playing the victim.
Victims don’t win wars, warriors do. Victims don’t save the day, heroes do. And victims don’t win Rumble In The Bronx, conquerors do.”
It was only when the those last few words left her lips that the Emo Princess finally stopped smearing the blood across the lower half of her face, which is completely covered with the red substance as she smirks a little to show us her teeth. This small gap made by the smirk was more than enough for fresh blood to leak into her mouth and slowly go down her teeth.
“And you see, BA Styles, to get the victory I need, I’ll have to become a demon of a conqueror like Oda Nobunaga was when trying to unify Japan during the Sengoku period. And a conqueror I will be. Don’t believe me? Then wait until the rumble where I’ll show everyone, from those three jokes – Alexis Morrison, Shelley Silver and Luke Wolfe – to the likes of Nirvana and Noah Hanson how it really feels…”
She leans forward to be a little closer to the interviewer.
“To be a victim.”
Those final six words left the bloodied mouth of Otaki as, mere moments later, the twenty two year old entrant springs reaches her right hand underneath the chair she’s sitting on to pull out two things. The first being an ice pack and the second being a towel wrapped around it. The young Brit then leans back into her seat while trying to use both items to stop, or at least slow down, her nosebleed…most likely to stop the Welshman from worrying any more about her loss of blood.