Post by MasterEvil on Jan 13, 2017 22:06:37 GMT
The location we’re in is some kind snowy area….no…we’re on top of a frozen lake. How thick is this ice? Apparently thick enough to have the FSW roster member known as Otaki sitting on a chair in the middle of said frozen lake. By a desk. Writing something down on a few sheets of paper. Apparently ignoring the cold breeze that blows through her purple hair. The last time anyone in EWC has seen the twenty-two year old in a match was at the main event of WrestleFest Thirteen where she fought against the greats of Xplode and Ashton Drake for the Undisputed EWC Championship…only to be pinned for the defeat. The Emo Princess didn’t even appear at X’s New Year’s party or even on the first Brawl of twenty-seventeen to announce any intention of going after the main Championship.
‘SO WHY IS OTAKI HERE, OUT OF ALL PLACES, INSTEAD OF ANYWHERE NEAR THE RICOH COLISEUM?’
Those words fly from the paper she is writing on and displays itself across the sky before echoing out towards us. Nearly knocking us down onto our backsides before a familiar voice speaks up.
“Is that what you’re wondering? Why, oh why, am I here instead of at Toronto getting ready to face Nick James in FSW’s very first main event of the new season? No one ever asked where I was when I never showed up to Xplode’s little party, so I doubted anyone would mind me staying here for longer. Because, after the rise and fall known as my late twenty sixteen, I couldn’t take the attention…the hassle…the agro. I even put on a fake smile when I won my Shocking Moment of Twenty Sixteen just to avoid having people ask me questions of ‘what is wrong?’ and ‘are you doing okay Otaki?’
No matter what I did, everywhere I go I keep having people glare at me like I’ve let them down. I keep hearing them all talk behind my back. Be it in the bars I try to drown my sorrows, in the streets when I go for a stroll or even on those fan forums with one person saying I didn’t take my Championship opportunity seriously enough and another stating that Xplode carried me throughout the entire feud.
Those words hurt.
Those words burn.
Those words won’t let me rest in peace.
I wanted to die…
To disappear…
And to never return.”
Sadly departed from the purple haired girl’s lips, her voice mirroring the lonely coldness of the atmosphere around us.
‘NO NO NO!’
Flies off the pages that the relatively short woman has been writing on and proudly displays itself across the sky before the Englishwoman shakes her head softly.
“But I won’t. I can’t let these inner demons win. I won’t submit to their will. I shall not surrender myself to their desires. I will not let them feast upon my broken body…
THEY WILL NOT TAKE WHAT IS LEFT OF MY BROKEN MIND!”
With those words shouting out a sound of thunder booms into our ears as Otaki springs up to her feet, knocking the chair over in the process, place her hands on the desk and throw it over to one side. This tumble broke only a piece of the icy surface…a piece only big enough for the desk and papers to drown into the darkest depths of these chilly waters. With a dazed look in her eyes Otaki slowly turns towards us, her breath deep enough to be heard, even when we’re a good few feet away from the milky skinned competitor.
“I…I return to EWC this Sunday…to take on Nick James…”
She rolls her head softly as sweat is appearing all over her face.
“James…you say that people…shouldn’t trust a man…with two first names…well here’s a name…everyone will know you as…after our little…confrontation in Toronto…”
Otaki tilts her head down leftwards in a sudden snapping manner.
“…A martyr’s casualty…”
The very moment those words enters our ears the ices around the twenty two year old’s feet crumble, slinging the Purple Haired Dynamo straight into the water. We rush over to try to save her…
Only to find no sign of the young Brit at all…
‘SO WHY IS OTAKI HERE, OUT OF ALL PLACES, INSTEAD OF ANYWHERE NEAR THE RICOH COLISEUM?’
Those words fly from the paper she is writing on and displays itself across the sky before echoing out towards us. Nearly knocking us down onto our backsides before a familiar voice speaks up.
“Is that what you’re wondering? Why, oh why, am I here instead of at Toronto getting ready to face Nick James in FSW’s very first main event of the new season? No one ever asked where I was when I never showed up to Xplode’s little party, so I doubted anyone would mind me staying here for longer. Because, after the rise and fall known as my late twenty sixteen, I couldn’t take the attention…the hassle…the agro. I even put on a fake smile when I won my Shocking Moment of Twenty Sixteen just to avoid having people ask me questions of ‘what is wrong?’ and ‘are you doing okay Otaki?’
No matter what I did, everywhere I go I keep having people glare at me like I’ve let them down. I keep hearing them all talk behind my back. Be it in the bars I try to drown my sorrows, in the streets when I go for a stroll or even on those fan forums with one person saying I didn’t take my Championship opportunity seriously enough and another stating that Xplode carried me throughout the entire feud.
Those words hurt.
Those words burn.
Those words won’t let me rest in peace.
I wanted to die…
To disappear…
And to never return.”
Sadly departed from the purple haired girl’s lips, her voice mirroring the lonely coldness of the atmosphere around us.
‘NO NO NO!’
Flies off the pages that the relatively short woman has been writing on and proudly displays itself across the sky before the Englishwoman shakes her head softly.
“But I won’t. I can’t let these inner demons win. I won’t submit to their will. I shall not surrender myself to their desires. I will not let them feast upon my broken body…
THEY WILL NOT TAKE WHAT IS LEFT OF MY BROKEN MIND!”
With those words shouting out a sound of thunder booms into our ears as Otaki springs up to her feet, knocking the chair over in the process, place her hands on the desk and throw it over to one side. This tumble broke only a piece of the icy surface…a piece only big enough for the desk and papers to drown into the darkest depths of these chilly waters. With a dazed look in her eyes Otaki slowly turns towards us, her breath deep enough to be heard, even when we’re a good few feet away from the milky skinned competitor.
“I…I return to EWC this Sunday…to take on Nick James…”
She rolls her head softly as sweat is appearing all over her face.
“James…you say that people…shouldn’t trust a man…with two first names…well here’s a name…everyone will know you as…after our little…confrontation in Toronto…”
Otaki tilts her head down leftwards in a sudden snapping manner.
“…A martyr’s casualty…”
The very moment those words enters our ears the ices around the twenty two year old’s feet crumble, slinging the Purple Haired Dynamo straight into the water. We rush over to try to save her…
Only to find no sign of the young Brit at all…