Post by MasterEvil on Oct 16, 2016 6:46:39 GMT
“I from being jumped from behind to stealing a car…maybe I should have called myself GTAki.”
That mumble was barely heard, with the giggle following shortly afterwards being much easier to hear, as the camera began to record the scene in front of it, the location of today’s scene? A hotel room, more specifically in the bathroom of this hotel room as laying in the bath, having a wash, is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki. Fortunately this year’s Rumble in the Bronx winner is having a bubble bath or else the camera would have seen the twenty two year old’s fully naked body. The Emo Princess pushed her lips out into a pout after finishing her mumble.
“That Mustang was very fun to drive. Sure there are a few parking tickets on it now…but I’ll just hand them over to Axle next time I see him. However I can’t really afford to focus too much on that at the moment as, in under a couple of weeks, I’m entering my second FSW main event in as many episodes. Who are my opponents? Amis Shelton, the man who stole my FSW Title shot, and Xavier Rollins, the man that I had to team up with back in Evansville. I won’t lie…I am still quite a bit confused about teaming up with the self-proclaimed ‘Leader of the New Era’ in the first place, let alone still annoyed that Axle A-whatever his last name is decided to not only jump me beforehand but also cost me a very valuable victory over Dixie Dubois.
Hm…
If anything…
This match is the perfect opportunity to achieve some personal vengeance against both men.”
Even though looking cute in the face, as well as in this bath, the moment she finish her words a smile that can be best described as completely vile powers its way upon the girl’s face. Yet after finishing her words the nineteen year old sat up, fully revealing her bare breasts to the camera, and opened a bottle of shampoo before rubbing some shampoo into her purple hair.
“Why do I want revenge against Amis Shelton? The harder question to answer is what that guy haven’t done to warrant my vengeance. On the twenty-sixth of June, in the middle of Paris France, this year the both of us faced each other in a first round match for a tournament to decide who’ll become the new FSW Champion…and he played possum to pull me into his trap and rolled me up for the three count. Then a few weeks ago, at Rumble in the Bronx, he waited until me and Max Bailey finished decking each other to slip in and take the victory. Then on the main event of the last FSW I was assaulted backstage, teamed up with a member of a group that has a problem with me and he had to rely on both a distraction to make sure that he’d walk out as the winner.
So you see, Amis has not only robbed me of my shot at the FSW Championship on two separate occasions…but every time me and him has stepped in the ring together, discounting the time I had Jason win the one tag match ages ago by pinning Gyasi, Shelton managed to walk out in victory while I’ve been made to watch on in defeat. Yet that isn’t the main reason why I want revenge. Back in Paris, I was desperate to stay on my own two feet and enjoy the profession that has saved my life yet when I felt like I belonged on FSW…Amis kicked me down. And then at Rumble in the Bronx, when I finally was feeling like I truly belong on FSW, that man defeated me once again. But when I had the perfect chance to avenge myself, to prove my worth to myself, I failed and he defeated me once again…”
The young Brit actually sounded quite saddened after finishing her words. Maybe the idea of having that one person you cannot defeat has shaken the pale woman? The answer is uncertain at the moment yet that didn’t stop the Englishwoman from successfully rubbing the shampoo into her hair before using one of her hands to press a nearby button. The moment this button was pressed water began to spray down from the showerhead above and the pale female began to wash her hair.
“He makes me feel so mad…
He makes me feel so angry…
He makes me feel so confused…
So cheap…
So worthless…”
Those words slowly comes out as she washes her smooth purple hair. Her voice sounding sad, and even a little confused, with each passing word. Silence is quick to follow but the moment she finishes washing her hair both of the Purple Haired Dynamo’s hands clutch a handful of locks between them as her face snaps and twist into an expression of supreme pain.
“No more! No more! NO MORE!”
Screams out from the relatively bizarre woman’s lips as each two words were accompanied with a violent looking bend of her body, as if she was trying to throw up. The water continues to hammer down upon her skin as Otaki is breathing rather deeply, most likely to regain her lost air. Approximately ten odd seconds pass us by until her blue eyes slowly turn their attention towards us.
“No more of this…things are different now. So much different. I cannot afford to give up now. What would the likes of Xplode and Ashton think of me if I’m simply give up now like I almost did back in Paris. You see…before entering Rumble in the Bronx…I thought I’d just try my best to re-establish myself and attempt rebuild myself to end my year on a high…
But the moment my name was announced the winner of the rumble…
That was the wakeup call I NEED!
Why was I wasting my time trying to play catch up to the ugly stepsisters when I have a ball I need to get ready for? No more wasting time! It is time for The Cinderella of Professional Wrestling to shine and while it will begin on FSW when I defeat Amis Shelton and Xavier Rollins. Amis has beaten me in every encounter we’ve had – outside the rumble and tag team matches – but what he doesn’t realise that with every time, every single time, I’ve been beaten down to near death I come back stronger than ever and I am more than ready to go Super Saiyan one, two, three, four, god and even blue to blast him away with a Kamehameha to achieve this victory. To Amis this may be just a way to send a message to Dixie Dubois but to me this match, along with every match up till WrestleFest, are all MUST wins for me.
Will he understand why?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Doesn’t change the fact that next week, in Biloxi, Amis Shelton is walks into FSW episode twenty-eight a contender…”
Both of Otaki’s hands let go of her hair and slam down upon the bath water. Causing decently sized splashes to leap up and further wet her smooth face as her eyes, once saddened and lost, intensifies threefold.
“And Amis Shelton will walk out of FSW episode twenty-eight a dead man.”
The word ‘dead man’ left her mouth with such a venomous tone, the kind we haven’t seen from the Emo Princess in years, let alone since she joined EWC. A couple quiet seconds did pass by before the milky skinned woman made her next move…in standing up. Fortunately she turns while doing so to reveal her back and backside instead of a part of her that would probably make this recording rated too highly to be shown. Her following movements where simply press the button to stop the shower, grab a near trowel and wraps it around her curvaceous body before sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“Talking about dead men that leads me onto the occupant of the other grave I should start digging…Xavier Rollins. Mister ‘Leader of the New Era’ himself. The man who first had to jump both the FSW Champion Dixie Dubois and some Max Bailey to get people to actually give him some attention. Then he quickly hires the Humpty Dumpty Brothers and Greasy Hair McGee to hold his hand because little Xavi can’t go anywhere without mummy and daddy watching over him. Do I sound somewhat disappointed by him? Why of course I am. He is the guy that lost to Dixie in the first place. So, that disappointing FSW Title reign I once spoke of…it is his fault. Oh sure he pinned Amis in the same tournament that he eliminated me from. And yes, it was me who was pinned in that tag team match last Sunday…
But it wasn’t like he didn’t contributed.
Yes, me and Axle had our issues since Rampage, but – apparently being such a loyal teammate – Xavier did nothing to stop Axle from assaulting me. Just like he did nothing to help me overcome Dixie when that damn Axle distracted me.
But no…
There is no room for excuses in grave digging…
Only corpses.
I’ll even make Rollins’ grave just big enough for his big bearded boy toys. Or are blind followers a better term? Maybe, maybe not…doesn’t change a damn thing that Xavier comes back out of nowhere, needs bodyguards to jump people for him, and suddenly believes he should become FSW Champion. Really? Does he even have a right to such a shot?”
Throughout her words the Emo Princess was making especially sure to be thorough yet gentle with the drying of her purple locks. Though finished with drying her hair approximately three-quarters of the way through her words, the Purple Haired Dynamo waited she asked her ‘such a shot’ question to take said trowel away from her hair and even placed it down beside her before snapping her eyes directly at us.
“Fuck no.”
Sharply left her lips mere moments before the milky skinned woman stood up from the bathtub. Immediately Otaki turns her back to us before taking off the trowel that was wrapped around her body. Instead of turning back round to look our way the youthful Englishwoman picks a bra up from a nearby clothes horse and begins to put the upper undergarment on.
“What about all the others who’ve fought tooth and nail throughout the past few months to even get their name merely mentioned near the FSW Championship. Yet Xavier wants to spit on all those hard workers and rob them of their shot. What about the people like Eve O’Connell? People thought she was good enough to jump most the roster after just one match and guess what happened? I defeated her. Hell let’s go back to the last Sunday. When some John Blade guy started demanding for a FSW Title shot of his own, well…if you end up watching this, little Xavi, then I’ll say to you what James Tyson said to Blade…
‘All your demands mean nothing to me. You must earn it’.
However…if little Xavi plans on earning his shot at my expense, especially the hell I’ve been through to make it here today…”
Throughout her talk Otaki manages to not only put her red bra on but also just finishes putting a match thong, her fiancée’s personal favourite. However the Purple Haired Dynamo suddenly snaps her head around to glare directly at us with eyes similar to the kind she had when fighting, and defeating, Gyasi in that no disqualification match.
“Then he has another thing coming.”
The rest of the Brit’s body turns to face our direction.
“While Xavier was gone without anyone noticing I’ve been through hell and back, both physically and mentally. Yet, because I didn’t take the fall in a match Amis stole, I’m supposed to accept that I – the number one person behind Amis in this list contenders – have been overtaken by someone who’ve done fuck else than what I’ve already stated? Am I supposed to be happy with that? Hell no.
If anything I feel offended, disrespected, insulted, repulsed…
So worthless…”
Otaki clenches her right hand into a fist as she walks over to a nearby mirror to check on herself.
“For all the feelings of worthlessness they’ve both put on me…to quote William Shakespeare…vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, blood and revenge are hammering in my head. And ready or not boys, next Sunday in the middle of the Mississippi Coast Coliseum, for all the times they’ve wronged dear Cinderella…
Vengeance will be mine.”
Those four words departed her lips rather sharply yet a light smile etches across her youthful face once he said them as the twenty two years steps past us. The next thing we hear is the sound of a door opening and closing, leaving us alone in this bathroom in the process.
That mumble was barely heard, with the giggle following shortly afterwards being much easier to hear, as the camera began to record the scene in front of it, the location of today’s scene? A hotel room, more specifically in the bathroom of this hotel room as laying in the bath, having a wash, is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki. Fortunately this year’s Rumble in the Bronx winner is having a bubble bath or else the camera would have seen the twenty two year old’s fully naked body. The Emo Princess pushed her lips out into a pout after finishing her mumble.
“That Mustang was very fun to drive. Sure there are a few parking tickets on it now…but I’ll just hand them over to Axle next time I see him. However I can’t really afford to focus too much on that at the moment as, in under a couple of weeks, I’m entering my second FSW main event in as many episodes. Who are my opponents? Amis Shelton, the man who stole my FSW Title shot, and Xavier Rollins, the man that I had to team up with back in Evansville. I won’t lie…I am still quite a bit confused about teaming up with the self-proclaimed ‘Leader of the New Era’ in the first place, let alone still annoyed that Axle A-whatever his last name is decided to not only jump me beforehand but also cost me a very valuable victory over Dixie Dubois.
Hm…
If anything…
This match is the perfect opportunity to achieve some personal vengeance against both men.”
Even though looking cute in the face, as well as in this bath, the moment she finish her words a smile that can be best described as completely vile powers its way upon the girl’s face. Yet after finishing her words the nineteen year old sat up, fully revealing her bare breasts to the camera, and opened a bottle of shampoo before rubbing some shampoo into her purple hair.
“Why do I want revenge against Amis Shelton? The harder question to answer is what that guy haven’t done to warrant my vengeance. On the twenty-sixth of June, in the middle of Paris France, this year the both of us faced each other in a first round match for a tournament to decide who’ll become the new FSW Champion…and he played possum to pull me into his trap and rolled me up for the three count. Then a few weeks ago, at Rumble in the Bronx, he waited until me and Max Bailey finished decking each other to slip in and take the victory. Then on the main event of the last FSW I was assaulted backstage, teamed up with a member of a group that has a problem with me and he had to rely on both a distraction to make sure that he’d walk out as the winner.
So you see, Amis has not only robbed me of my shot at the FSW Championship on two separate occasions…but every time me and him has stepped in the ring together, discounting the time I had Jason win the one tag match ages ago by pinning Gyasi, Shelton managed to walk out in victory while I’ve been made to watch on in defeat. Yet that isn’t the main reason why I want revenge. Back in Paris, I was desperate to stay on my own two feet and enjoy the profession that has saved my life yet when I felt like I belonged on FSW…Amis kicked me down. And then at Rumble in the Bronx, when I finally was feeling like I truly belong on FSW, that man defeated me once again. But when I had the perfect chance to avenge myself, to prove my worth to myself, I failed and he defeated me once again…”
The young Brit actually sounded quite saddened after finishing her words. Maybe the idea of having that one person you cannot defeat has shaken the pale woman? The answer is uncertain at the moment yet that didn’t stop the Englishwoman from successfully rubbing the shampoo into her hair before using one of her hands to press a nearby button. The moment this button was pressed water began to spray down from the showerhead above and the pale female began to wash her hair.
“He makes me feel so mad…
He makes me feel so angry…
He makes me feel so confused…
So cheap…
So worthless…”
Those words slowly comes out as she washes her smooth purple hair. Her voice sounding sad, and even a little confused, with each passing word. Silence is quick to follow but the moment she finishes washing her hair both of the Purple Haired Dynamo’s hands clutch a handful of locks between them as her face snaps and twist into an expression of supreme pain.
“No more! No more! NO MORE!”
Screams out from the relatively bizarre woman’s lips as each two words were accompanied with a violent looking bend of her body, as if she was trying to throw up. The water continues to hammer down upon her skin as Otaki is breathing rather deeply, most likely to regain her lost air. Approximately ten odd seconds pass us by until her blue eyes slowly turn their attention towards us.
“No more of this…things are different now. So much different. I cannot afford to give up now. What would the likes of Xplode and Ashton think of me if I’m simply give up now like I almost did back in Paris. You see…before entering Rumble in the Bronx…I thought I’d just try my best to re-establish myself and attempt rebuild myself to end my year on a high…
But the moment my name was announced the winner of the rumble…
That was the wakeup call I NEED!
Why was I wasting my time trying to play catch up to the ugly stepsisters when I have a ball I need to get ready for? No more wasting time! It is time for The Cinderella of Professional Wrestling to shine and while it will begin on FSW when I defeat Amis Shelton and Xavier Rollins. Amis has beaten me in every encounter we’ve had – outside the rumble and tag team matches – but what he doesn’t realise that with every time, every single time, I’ve been beaten down to near death I come back stronger than ever and I am more than ready to go Super Saiyan one, two, three, four, god and even blue to blast him away with a Kamehameha to achieve this victory. To Amis this may be just a way to send a message to Dixie Dubois but to me this match, along with every match up till WrestleFest, are all MUST wins for me.
Will he understand why?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Doesn’t change the fact that next week, in Biloxi, Amis Shelton is walks into FSW episode twenty-eight a contender…”
Both of Otaki’s hands let go of her hair and slam down upon the bath water. Causing decently sized splashes to leap up and further wet her smooth face as her eyes, once saddened and lost, intensifies threefold.
“And Amis Shelton will walk out of FSW episode twenty-eight a dead man.”
The word ‘dead man’ left her mouth with such a venomous tone, the kind we haven’t seen from the Emo Princess in years, let alone since she joined EWC. A couple quiet seconds did pass by before the milky skinned woman made her next move…in standing up. Fortunately she turns while doing so to reveal her back and backside instead of a part of her that would probably make this recording rated too highly to be shown. Her following movements where simply press the button to stop the shower, grab a near trowel and wraps it around her curvaceous body before sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“Talking about dead men that leads me onto the occupant of the other grave I should start digging…Xavier Rollins. Mister ‘Leader of the New Era’ himself. The man who first had to jump both the FSW Champion Dixie Dubois and some Max Bailey to get people to actually give him some attention. Then he quickly hires the Humpty Dumpty Brothers and Greasy Hair McGee to hold his hand because little Xavi can’t go anywhere without mummy and daddy watching over him. Do I sound somewhat disappointed by him? Why of course I am. He is the guy that lost to Dixie in the first place. So, that disappointing FSW Title reign I once spoke of…it is his fault. Oh sure he pinned Amis in the same tournament that he eliminated me from. And yes, it was me who was pinned in that tag team match last Sunday…
But it wasn’t like he didn’t contributed.
Yes, me and Axle had our issues since Rampage, but – apparently being such a loyal teammate – Xavier did nothing to stop Axle from assaulting me. Just like he did nothing to help me overcome Dixie when that damn Axle distracted me.
But no…
There is no room for excuses in grave digging…
Only corpses.
I’ll even make Rollins’ grave just big enough for his big bearded boy toys. Or are blind followers a better term? Maybe, maybe not…doesn’t change a damn thing that Xavier comes back out of nowhere, needs bodyguards to jump people for him, and suddenly believes he should become FSW Champion. Really? Does he even have a right to such a shot?”
Throughout her words the Emo Princess was making especially sure to be thorough yet gentle with the drying of her purple locks. Though finished with drying her hair approximately three-quarters of the way through her words, the Purple Haired Dynamo waited she asked her ‘such a shot’ question to take said trowel away from her hair and even placed it down beside her before snapping her eyes directly at us.
“Fuck no.”
Sharply left her lips mere moments before the milky skinned woman stood up from the bathtub. Immediately Otaki turns her back to us before taking off the trowel that was wrapped around her body. Instead of turning back round to look our way the youthful Englishwoman picks a bra up from a nearby clothes horse and begins to put the upper undergarment on.
“What about all the others who’ve fought tooth and nail throughout the past few months to even get their name merely mentioned near the FSW Championship. Yet Xavier wants to spit on all those hard workers and rob them of their shot. What about the people like Eve O’Connell? People thought she was good enough to jump most the roster after just one match and guess what happened? I defeated her. Hell let’s go back to the last Sunday. When some John Blade guy started demanding for a FSW Title shot of his own, well…if you end up watching this, little Xavi, then I’ll say to you what James Tyson said to Blade…
‘All your demands mean nothing to me. You must earn it’.
However…if little Xavi plans on earning his shot at my expense, especially the hell I’ve been through to make it here today…”
Throughout her talk Otaki manages to not only put her red bra on but also just finishes putting a match thong, her fiancée’s personal favourite. However the Purple Haired Dynamo suddenly snaps her head around to glare directly at us with eyes similar to the kind she had when fighting, and defeating, Gyasi in that no disqualification match.
“Then he has another thing coming.”
The rest of the Brit’s body turns to face our direction.
“While Xavier was gone without anyone noticing I’ve been through hell and back, both physically and mentally. Yet, because I didn’t take the fall in a match Amis stole, I’m supposed to accept that I – the number one person behind Amis in this list contenders – have been overtaken by someone who’ve done fuck else than what I’ve already stated? Am I supposed to be happy with that? Hell no.
If anything I feel offended, disrespected, insulted, repulsed…
So worthless…”
Otaki clenches her right hand into a fist as she walks over to a nearby mirror to check on herself.
“For all the feelings of worthlessness they’ve both put on me…to quote William Shakespeare…vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, blood and revenge are hammering in my head. And ready or not boys, next Sunday in the middle of the Mississippi Coast Coliseum, for all the times they’ve wronged dear Cinderella…
Vengeance will be mine.”
Those four words departed her lips rather sharply yet a light smile etches across her youthful face once he said them as the twenty two years steps past us. The next thing we hear is the sound of a door opening and closing, leaving us alone in this bathroom in the process.