Post by MasterEvil on Jun 9, 2017 0:11:06 GMT
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act 2
So this is Sin City Wrestling...am I supposed to be impressed at any point? None of them seem that amazing. Maybe it is arrogance...but what if it is pure confidence? Instead of being at home I am sitting in the rafters above as I plan to watch each match that comes and go. Taking mental note each person that comes out to the very ring below. From their Amy Marshalls and Mercedes Vargases to their Chelsea Paynes and Melody Graces...for things are going to change. I will make them all change. And to do that I need to analyse, evaluate and then decimate. So feel free to bring them all out to the ring Sin City Wrestling...for, from up here in the scaffolding, I get to watch, monitor and note every move and motion each one of them make. Reveal all your strengths and weaknesses, for - for the sake of us Martyrs - I plan to capitalise on every single one of them...
act 2
The shrieks are audible through the theatre as the two rush one another the moment the bell rings. Robina hits Veronica with an open handed slap that spins her half way around, then follows up with a back elbow as Taylor turns back! Veronica tries to storm in again, but Hood nails her right in the gut with a spinning heel kick and drags her across the ring by the head for a bulldog! Adding insult to injury, Robina wipes her feet off on Veronica!
Hood circles the ring, taunting Taylor as she waits for the woman to get up. Veronica is finally on her feet. She manages to snatch Robina by the hair this time, preparing to toss her across the ring with a hairmare, but Robina throws an elbow into her midsection and then whips her to the mat with a snap scoop powerslam! While Veronica is down once more Robina resumes circling her opponent, stomping at her elbow, a knee, her stomach, and finally her head!
Hood vaults up onto the top turnbuckle as Taylor clutches her head and stomach with opposite hands. Shouting a very obvious expletive down at Veronica, Robina leaps off the turnbuckle at just the right moment and hits her with a huge diving leg drop! Veronica's scream of pain is audible even over the crowd. Hood leaves Taylor laying there are the referee starts to count. Taylor barely makes it to her feet by 8 as Robina taunts her continuously. Veronica tries to get away but Hood races up behind her and hits the Grand Finale! Hood doesn't drop for the cover, instead just putting her foot on Veronica's chest for the pin! One! Two!! Three!!!
Hood circles the ring, taunting Taylor as she waits for the woman to get up. Veronica is finally on her feet. She manages to snatch Robina by the hair this time, preparing to toss her across the ring with a hairmare, but Robina throws an elbow into her midsection and then whips her to the mat with a snap scoop powerslam! While Veronica is down once more Robina resumes circling her opponent, stomping at her elbow, a knee, her stomach, and finally her head!
Hood vaults up onto the top turnbuckle as Taylor clutches her head and stomach with opposite hands. Shouting a very obvious expletive down at Veronica, Robina leaps off the turnbuckle at just the right moment and hits her with a huge diving leg drop! Veronica's scream of pain is audible even over the crowd. Hood leaves Taylor laying there are the referee starts to count. Taylor barely makes it to her feet by 8 as Robina taunts her continuously. Veronica tries to get away but Hood races up behind her and hits the Grand Finale! Hood doesn't drop for the cover, instead just putting her foot on Veronica's chest for the pin! One! Two!! Three!!!
The television screen suddenly, and rather violently, buzzes off to static as we slowly zoom out to the see the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki sitting on a metal folding chair of some kind.
“The twenty-second of May, twenty-fifteen...that was the first, last and only time we've ever got to meet Veronica Taylor...”
Softly leave the woman's covered lips as we zoom out a little further to find out that she is sitting on top of the scaffolding that rests high above the ring, ramp and most the seats of the BeeHoldzil Fighting Scouts Events Center.
“And, like the footage on the screen shown, we had zero problem dealing with her. So skip forward a couple of years and somehow we are expected to believe that the self-proclaimed 'First Class Mean Girl' has a chance against us because she possess some home field advantage. She could have all the United States marines shoot us down like a mob of terrorists and even with that she will still be unable to take us down.”
While her eyes seem to be more focused on her location than us, they froze to the spot when drift directly towards us.
“Do you want to know why you cannot, and will not, ever stop our infection?”
A cold chuckle leaves The Emo Princess' lips before her expression sharpens to some seriousness.
“While you may or may not have improved yourself...things have changed for me since that day. For back then I was stupid...I was foolish...I was pathetic. Too blind to see my own weakness. Arrogance blinded me...my ego covered my eyes...I betrayed myself as I lead myself down my path of decay and failure. However - after eight months of trying and failing, and trying and failing - I found the Church of the Martyrs and it was there that they accepted me. They welcomed me as neither a stranger nor guest...but instead as one of their own.
With them we've improved. With them we've imprison the evil of egoism. With them we've risen from the fall. And it is with them that we martyrs have arrived to Sin City Wrestling...to be the endemic that breaks the very core of the bombshell division until we infect our plague across all of SCW.
We them we are no longer one...but instead we are many.
Can you say the same Veronica?
No?
That doesn't surprise us at all. Considering your habit to either be abandoned or abandon others...it is of little surprise why it is unlikely you'll have anyone to help you against our infestation.
Not that it'd make any difference anyway...”
The Lord of Martyrs stands up from her seat and takes her slow steps toward us.
“Because-”
She halts right in front of us.
“-The moment you were booked against us was the moment you've been sentenced to death...and death is what we'll give you this Sunday...”
Another cold chuckle leaves the partially masked Englishwoman's lips as static slowly buzzes into our vision until it is the only thing we can see.
“The twenty-second of May, twenty-fifteen...that was the first, last and only time we've ever got to meet Veronica Taylor...”
Softly leave the woman's covered lips as we zoom out a little further to find out that she is sitting on top of the scaffolding that rests high above the ring, ramp and most the seats of the BeeHoldzil Fighting Scouts Events Center.
“And, like the footage on the screen shown, we had zero problem dealing with her. So skip forward a couple of years and somehow we are expected to believe that the self-proclaimed 'First Class Mean Girl' has a chance against us because she possess some home field advantage. She could have all the United States marines shoot us down like a mob of terrorists and even with that she will still be unable to take us down.”
While her eyes seem to be more focused on her location than us, they froze to the spot when drift directly towards us.
“Do you want to know why you cannot, and will not, ever stop our infection?”
A cold chuckle leaves The Emo Princess' lips before her expression sharpens to some seriousness.
“While you may or may not have improved yourself...things have changed for me since that day. For back then I was stupid...I was foolish...I was pathetic. Too blind to see my own weakness. Arrogance blinded me...my ego covered my eyes...I betrayed myself as I lead myself down my path of decay and failure. However - after eight months of trying and failing, and trying and failing - I found the Church of the Martyrs and it was there that they accepted me. They welcomed me as neither a stranger nor guest...but instead as one of their own.
With them we've improved. With them we've imprison the evil of egoism. With them we've risen from the fall. And it is with them that we martyrs have arrived to Sin City Wrestling...to be the endemic that breaks the very core of the bombshell division until we infect our plague across all of SCW.
We them we are no longer one...but instead we are many.
Can you say the same Veronica?
No?
That doesn't surprise us at all. Considering your habit to either be abandoned or abandon others...it is of little surprise why it is unlikely you'll have anyone to help you against our infestation.
Not that it'd make any difference anyway...”
The Lord of Martyrs stands up from her seat and takes her slow steps toward us.
“Because-”
She halts right in front of us.
“-The moment you were booked against us was the moment you've been sentenced to death...and death is what we'll give you this Sunday...”
Another cold chuckle leaves the partially masked Englishwoman's lips as static slowly buzzes into our vision until it is the only thing we can see.