Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2017 22:28:03 GMT
act 1
act 2
Since that incident with Gyasi last year it seems that my little Sarah has become more of a wrestling fan. So much so that she practically begged me, in her ever so adorable way, to let her stay up and watch Stranglemania Twelve with me. Of course I couldn’t say no to my delightful bundle of joy, especially with the Jigglypuff like eyes my charming five year old has. It is also great to have something to do with my baby girl as Shannon is busy on another band tour. Not that I mind of course, if anything it seems to further motivate her to spoil me in more ways than one.
“Drake won! Drake won!”
“Yes he did dear-”
I start while playfully ruffling up my little girl’s hair, which was responded to by the cutest sounding giggle ever!!! She is so damn adorable!!!
“-but now it’s over it is time for you to go to bed Sarah.”
“Okay mama!”
What a sweet little smile! I just want to pick her up and cuddle her just like when she was newbor-
“But why weren’t you at Stranglemania mama?”
What? I better think of some way to dodge the subject, quick.
“If I was wrestling at Stranglemania then there would have been no one here to watch Stranglemania with you dear.”
“Okay mama.”
Truth be told I haven’t been anywhere near good enough to even be considered for the card. But there is no way I want my little girl to know how much of a failure her mother is. It didn’t take long for me to carry my little girl up the stairs, help her brush her teeth and set her into the Pikachu themed bed I got her for her fifth birthday.
“Mama?”
“Yes dear?”
“Can you be at next year’s Stranglemania…please? I wanna see you on the telly.”
She what? She actually wants to see me at such a huge event? I know I’m her mother but I’m a failure. I haven’t even won a match since September last year. There is no way I’ll be able to even be in the company much longer at this rate, let alone anywhere near next year’s Stranglemania. However I can’t just say no to those adorable eyes.
“I promise you that I’ll be at Stranglemania next year Sarah. Now go to sleep.”
I said before kissing my little girl’s forehead and left the room, making extra sure to quietly close the door behind me. So my own daughter really wants to see me at twenty-eighteen’s Stranglemania. I’ve let down many people in the past…but I won’t let her down. I’ll make it to Stranglemania, no matter what struggle I have to undertake to get there.
“Drake won! Drake won!”
“Yes he did dear-”
I start while playfully ruffling up my little girl’s hair, which was responded to by the cutest sounding giggle ever!!! She is so damn adorable!!!
“-but now it’s over it is time for you to go to bed Sarah.”
“Okay mama!”
What a sweet little smile! I just want to pick her up and cuddle her just like when she was newbor-
“But why weren’t you at Stranglemania mama?”
What? I better think of some way to dodge the subject, quick.
“If I was wrestling at Stranglemania then there would have been no one here to watch Stranglemania with you dear.”
“Okay mama.”
Truth be told I haven’t been anywhere near good enough to even be considered for the card. But there is no way I want my little girl to know how much of a failure her mother is. It didn’t take long for me to carry my little girl up the stairs, help her brush her teeth and set her into the Pikachu themed bed I got her for her fifth birthday.
“Mama?”
“Yes dear?”
“Can you be at next year’s Stranglemania…please? I wanna see you on the telly.”
She what? She actually wants to see me at such a huge event? I know I’m her mother but I’m a failure. I haven’t even won a match since September last year. There is no way I’ll be able to even be in the company much longer at this rate, let alone anywhere near next year’s Stranglemania. However I can’t just say no to those adorable eyes.
“I promise you that I’ll be at Stranglemania next year Sarah. Now go to sleep.”
I said before kissing my little girl’s forehead and left the room, making extra sure to quietly close the door behind me. So my own daughter really wants to see me at twenty-eighteen’s Stranglemania. I’ve let down many people in the past…but I won’t let her down. I’ll make it to Stranglemania, no matter what struggle I have to undertake to get there.
act 2
We open up among the view of vast trees, green grass and clear air with a bright, sunny, sky of this beautiful day. Why are we here? Because leaning her back against one of the many trees here is the Purple Haired Dynamo known across EWC’s FSW roster as Otaki. This is the first time that the Emo Princess has appeared on any kind of EWC recording since failing to capture the FSW Championship back at Hardcore Revolution and now, almost two whole months since the exact day, Otaki is due to return in a triple threat match against The Brown Eyed Huntress and Lexie Glass to qualify for a number one contendership match. Will she manage to get a second shot at the gold? Or will the iceberg known as ring rust sink the vessel of the young Brit’s comeback?
“So much has changed since I went away…”
She starts while slowly lifting her head up to acknowledge us.
“Alexis Morrison runs away, Xplode fades away and Jeremy Warren is the FSW Champion…after spending so long trying to hold said gold in my own hands. Yet now here I am again, back to square one of being completely useless. Utterly worthless. Disgustingly filthy…”
The milky skinned woman suddenly spins around, grabs onto the tree and begins to headbutt the wooden surface with enough force to produce a sickening thud.
“No! Get! Away! From! Me!”
Each word was accompanied by sickening thud after sickening thud until the twenty two year old drops down to her knees. We rush over to check on the milky skinned woman…only to be pushed back with enough force to make us fall on our backside then moment we touched her. We look back towards her and see the sight of blood trickling down Otaki’s forehead. However, instead of looking pained or saddened, she looks relieved if anything.
“Nonononono, not any of you. For I am still here. People may have chosen to fade away but here I still stand-”
As if to prove her point the Englishwoman stands herself up and spread her hands out for a mere moment before snapping them both forward in a way to point over towards us.
“-so let the filth come in. Bring in the worthlessness. Welcome the uselessness. For together we’ll swarm, we’ll infest and we’ll pollute like the martyrs we all are! So martyrs of Portland, we’ll start two days from now as I take on the likes of that Brown Eyed Huntress. For a huntress is supposed to be someone we fear, for they all expect us to be scared prey like the pheasants in Bambi. And what about the people like Lexie Glass who believes themselves to be more than capable of succeeding over the likes of us. As if she is the main girl of shoujo manga and we’re just part of the background setting. Be them snarling or smiling, being nasty or friendly, they’re secretly hiding the fact that – deepdeepdeep down inside the point between their conscious and subconscious – they look down upon us martyrs like the dirt beneath their very shoes.”
After sounding somewhat upset by what she said Otaki drops down to her very knees…only to suddenly come over to us, in a crouching manner, so that we can only see her bleeding face.
“But do you want to know a little secret that none of them know? Shhhshhshhhh…only us martyrs can know this secret, for they all will panic if they know. You want to know to know this little secret, the very reason why I’ll defeat both Lexie Glass and Brown Eyed Huntress?
We are no prey for some delusional hunter.
We are no stage prop for some wannabe star.
We are the bear that injures Amos Slade in The Fox and the Hound.
We are the real stars in these pages.
We are martyrs.”
After saying those last three words Otaki smiles as she springs up to her feet and steps backwards in a joyful skip, stopping in front of a pond by a small waterfall in this Portland Japanese Garden.
“And, on this upcoming episode of FSW-”
She spreads her arms and hands out towards the sides.
“-will be the beginning of our infestation.”
Mere moments after saying her words the Purple Haired Dynamo falls backwards, straight into the pond. We rush over to try to get the twenty-two year old of the water…only to find no sign of her at all…
Only a single red rose floating on the surface.
“So much has changed since I went away…”
She starts while slowly lifting her head up to acknowledge us.
“Alexis Morrison runs away, Xplode fades away and Jeremy Warren is the FSW Champion…after spending so long trying to hold said gold in my own hands. Yet now here I am again, back to square one of being completely useless. Utterly worthless. Disgustingly filthy…”
The milky skinned woman suddenly spins around, grabs onto the tree and begins to headbutt the wooden surface with enough force to produce a sickening thud.
“No! Get! Away! From! Me!”
Each word was accompanied by sickening thud after sickening thud until the twenty two year old drops down to her knees. We rush over to check on the milky skinned woman…only to be pushed back with enough force to make us fall on our backside then moment we touched her. We look back towards her and see the sight of blood trickling down Otaki’s forehead. However, instead of looking pained or saddened, she looks relieved if anything.
“Nonononono, not any of you. For I am still here. People may have chosen to fade away but here I still stand-”
As if to prove her point the Englishwoman stands herself up and spread her hands out for a mere moment before snapping them both forward in a way to point over towards us.
“-so let the filth come in. Bring in the worthlessness. Welcome the uselessness. For together we’ll swarm, we’ll infest and we’ll pollute like the martyrs we all are! So martyrs of Portland, we’ll start two days from now as I take on the likes of that Brown Eyed Huntress. For a huntress is supposed to be someone we fear, for they all expect us to be scared prey like the pheasants in Bambi. And what about the people like Lexie Glass who believes themselves to be more than capable of succeeding over the likes of us. As if she is the main girl of shoujo manga and we’re just part of the background setting. Be them snarling or smiling, being nasty or friendly, they’re secretly hiding the fact that – deepdeepdeep down inside the point between their conscious and subconscious – they look down upon us martyrs like the dirt beneath their very shoes.”
After sounding somewhat upset by what she said Otaki drops down to her very knees…only to suddenly come over to us, in a crouching manner, so that we can only see her bleeding face.
“But do you want to know a little secret that none of them know? Shhhshhshhhh…only us martyrs can know this secret, for they all will panic if they know. You want to know to know this little secret, the very reason why I’ll defeat both Lexie Glass and Brown Eyed Huntress?
We are no prey for some delusional hunter.
We are no stage prop for some wannabe star.
We are the bear that injures Amos Slade in The Fox and the Hound.
We are the real stars in these pages.
We are martyrs.”
After saying those last three words Otaki smiles as she springs up to her feet and steps backwards in a joyful skip, stopping in front of a pond by a small waterfall in this Portland Japanese Garden.
“And, on this upcoming episode of FSW-”
She spreads her arms and hands out towards the sides.
“-will be the beginning of our infestation.”
Mere moments after saying her words the Purple Haired Dynamo falls backwards, straight into the pond. We rush over to try to get the twenty-two year old of the water…only to find no sign of her at all…
Only a single red rose floating on the surface.