Post by MasterEvil on Jan 22, 2017 10:45:00 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 HellsGate 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 WWH has seen the twenty-two year old on the television was a time that has been long forgotten by possibly many among the locker room. And it isn’t like she hasn’t had the chance to redeem herself either. For the past two weeks Otaki have fought in back to back dark match main events but found herself on the losing side on both of them. Yet she has managed to somehow get herself booked for her televised return tomorrow against Phoenix Winterborn...
‘SO WHY IS OTAKI HERE, OUT OF ALL PLACES, INSTEAD OF ANYWHERE NEAR THE ZALGIRIS ARENA?’
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 Kaunas getting ready to face Phoenix Winterborn in my very first match in the rather beautiful country of Lithuania? No one ever asked where I was when I disappeared ever so long ago. Because, after the inconsistent rise and hyper consistent fall known as my twenty sixteen, I couldn’t take the attention…the hassle…the agro. I even put on a fake smile when I get home just to avoid having my ever so beautiful little daughter Sarah ask me questions like ‘what is wrong?’ and ‘are you doing okay mummy?’
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 time here seriously enough and another stating that I simply don’t belong in World Wrestling Headquarters, let alone on HellsGate.
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 HellsGate tomorrow night…to take on Phoenix Winterborn…”
She rolls her head softly as sweat is appearing all over her face.
“Phoenix…you say that you’re…The American Tradition…well here’s a name…everyone will know you as…after our little…confrontation in Kaunas…”
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 ZALGIRIS ARENA?’
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 Kaunas getting ready to face Phoenix Winterborn in my very first match in the rather beautiful country of Lithuania? No one ever asked where I was when I disappeared ever so long ago. Because, after the inconsistent rise and hyper consistent fall known as my twenty sixteen, I couldn’t take the attention…the hassle…the agro. I even put on a fake smile when I get home just to avoid having my ever so beautiful little daughter Sarah ask me questions like ‘what is wrong?’ and ‘are you doing okay mummy?’
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 time here seriously enough and another stating that I simply don’t belong in World Wrestling Headquarters, let alone on HellsGate.
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 HellsGate tomorrow night…to take on Phoenix Winterborn…”
She rolls her head softly as sweat is appearing all over her face.
“Phoenix…you say that you’re…The American Tradition…well here’s a name…everyone will know you as…after our little…confrontation in Kaunas…”
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…