Post by MasterEvil on Jun 10, 2017 0:50:02 GMT
act 1
Today we are inside some kind of boiler room. The place appears to be empty but the sheer heat in the room is more than evidence enough to show that it is currently active. However, among the noise of steam, the sound of cheering can vaguely be heard. The quietness of it though makes it unclear on what it specifically is. So we move deeper and deeper into this room, passing a few boilers in the process, to finally arrive at the source of the words…a television screen. However the footage seem to be a constant loop of the ending last FSW with Otaki proudly holding the FSW Championship with tears in her eyes.
“Finally we have done it…finally we are Champion…”
The moment those words barely enter our ears we spin around to see the Purple Haired Dynamo, known as Otaki, sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, and have the FSW Championship itself resting on her lap, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat that this room could produce?
“Ever since joining FSW back in April of last year we have been spending each second of every single day desperately trying to hold this grand treasure in our hands. And, like a genuine underdog movie, we managed to succeed in Hollywood of all places to overcome all the difficulties, odds and suffering to finally call this Title our own…”
Even though appearing to be calm, at least calm for someone in a bloody hot boiler room, she is also rather proud of her achievement as the milky skinned woman delightfully strokes the surface of her Championship with a bright smile.
“But, as a Champion, we understand that we have a target on our back, so we need to get the ball running and get the jump on our hunters…”
Her smile dissolves as the expression of her eyes change from gleeful joy to fixated focus.
“Or, to put our words into something more appropriate…huntress…a Brown Eyed Huntress. Huntress…is it fate or something for us to compete again the very moment we become FSW Champion? For you did contribute in our last defeat before becoming Champion. You think we would forget. Nonono…us martyrs…
We never forget…
We never forgive…
We only settle for vengeance…”
After sharply, yet coldly, saying her final few words the FSW Champion carefully lifts the belt up as she stands up from her seat, her eyes never once looking away from us.
“And vengeance is what us martyrs will get in the middle of the beautiful city of Belgrade as what we’ll do to you will make ‘A Serbian Film’ look like a bunny rabbit in comparison. And you’ll have no one else to blame but yourself for being at the very wrong place at possibly the worst of times. For we know that we need to not only get the jump on our pursuers, but also send a message to the rest of them. So prepare to be our pen and paper Huntress…”
An almost cruel smile creeps across Otaki’s face as she slowly lolls her head towards the left.
“Because…once we’re done with not only you but also your ‘Dark Cross’…FSW will permanently need severe parental guidance.”
After finishing her words the milky skinned woman raises her head back up straight before she stepping past us – with a look of what seems like potentially sickening joy – leaving the last thing we see before fading to black to be one of the boilers.
“Finally we have done it…finally we are Champion…”
The moment those words barely enter our ears we spin around to see the Purple Haired Dynamo, known as Otaki, sitting down on a metal folding chair. While she is wearing a black pair of pants, and have the FSW Championship itself resting on her lap, it might be worth mentioning that all the pale Brit has on her upper body is a rather revealing black bra…maybe she underestimated the heat that this room could produce?
“Ever since joining FSW back in April of last year we have been spending each second of every single day desperately trying to hold this grand treasure in our hands. And, like a genuine underdog movie, we managed to succeed in Hollywood of all places to overcome all the difficulties, odds and suffering to finally call this Title our own…”
Even though appearing to be calm, at least calm for someone in a bloody hot boiler room, she is also rather proud of her achievement as the milky skinned woman delightfully strokes the surface of her Championship with a bright smile.
“But, as a Champion, we understand that we have a target on our back, so we need to get the ball running and get the jump on our hunters…”
Her smile dissolves as the expression of her eyes change from gleeful joy to fixated focus.
“Or, to put our words into something more appropriate…huntress…a Brown Eyed Huntress. Huntress…is it fate or something for us to compete again the very moment we become FSW Champion? For you did contribute in our last defeat before becoming Champion. You think we would forget. Nonono…us martyrs…
We never forget…
We never forgive…
We only settle for vengeance…”
After sharply, yet coldly, saying her final few words the FSW Champion carefully lifts the belt up as she stands up from her seat, her eyes never once looking away from us.
“And vengeance is what us martyrs will get in the middle of the beautiful city of Belgrade as what we’ll do to you will make ‘A Serbian Film’ look like a bunny rabbit in comparison. And you’ll have no one else to blame but yourself for being at the very wrong place at possibly the worst of times. For we know that we need to not only get the jump on our pursuers, but also send a message to the rest of them. So prepare to be our pen and paper Huntress…”
An almost cruel smile creeps across Otaki’s face as she slowly lolls her head towards the left.
“Because…once we’re done with not only you but also your ‘Dark Cross’…FSW will permanently need severe parental guidance.”
After finishing her words the milky skinned woman raises her head back up straight before she stepping past us – with a look of what seems like potentially sickening joy – leaving the last thing we see before fading to black to be one of the boilers.