Post by MasterEvil on Jun 29, 2017 15:43:28 GMT
act 1
act 2
act 3
We are currently in a rather empty Michigan Stadium and currently sitting in one of the many vacant seats by the front row is the FSW Champion Otaki, who happens to having said belt wrapped around her waist. Why is she here? Most likely to look around the place where she’ll make her very first defence as FSW Champion, against Hatchet Gully at Scars & Stripes. However there seem to be a big book of some mind in the Purple Haired Dynamo’s hands as she lifts her glasses wearing face away from the page she’s on and towards us.
“History is such an interesting thing, isn’t it?”
The milky skinned woman points out with a slight smile on her face.
“For while I’ve been a part of FSW for over a year…my upcoming opponent, Hatchet Gully, happens to have also been here for a year as well. On the eleventh of June last year, when FSW went to Portugal, Hatchet made his in-ring debut, defeating a person known as Khaos…while a couple weeks earlier both him and his woman A$hley Quid made their very first appearance in FSW by taking out the Zombie Vice Squad. Yes, I barely still remember the likes of them. However, after said in-ring debut, no one has seen Gully until the twenty-third episode of FSW – which happen to be a couple months later – where he defeated Connor Gray and Tyler Roberts before going three to nothing the following FSW. Everything look ever so bright and promising for the man who literally come out of nowhere.
But then the moment everything fell apart.
The moment he lost to Max Bailey.
And then everything fell, including himself, for – while he can say he had an impressive handicap victory under his belt – he spent the vast majority of his time lost in the woods. It took him a number of months but he managed to find his way into a FSW Title match at Stranglemania yet, like the lost little Kokiri against the big bad Wolfos, he found himself devoured with all the lights upon him. Could it be rage? Could it be anger? Could it be he has had enough of his failures? Whatever it was, Hatchet found his way out of the woods and onto a path that included injuring Jeremy Warren and stealing his Title…
While some would call that despicable, and others could even say cowardly, I call it smart for I have done worse in my distant past. It even managed to get you another penalty shot at gold…however it was a penalty shot you missed. At least this time you managed to bounce back and get your hands on a third shot in roughly as many months. Could third time be the charm? What a beautiful story Year of the Gully would be if that is true…”
She shifts a little in her seat to let us get a decent view of what is on the open pages of her book. A picture of Hatchet Gully. However we didn’t get a chance to see the picture for long as the Purple Haired Dynamo turns the page over to reveal a picture of herself holding the FSW Championship high will confetti rains down on her.
“I’ve mentioned the majority of my past many times so I will summarise it down for you. I joined FSW last year and spent so long going into a circle until winning Rumble in the Bronx, only to spend the following eight months in the Lost Woods myself. Yet it was there us martyrs found each other…confided in each other…joined together to leave the woods hand-in-hand and into our special May, thirteen months after signing a FSW contract. The very May we became the first to defeat Jeremy Warren, Creed and Stephen Kingston as well as the new FSW Champion in. So now the only thing standing in his way of becoming Champion at Scars & Stripes is our plague…
But…
What if…
What if I told you…”
She turns another page to reveal a third picture…a picture of Otaki and Hatchet being made to work together at the main event of the last episode of FSW.
“That our history, us and Mister Gully, have been kind of intertwined for a very long time, a lot longer than that night in Hollywood. What do we mean? Our very first victory in EWC was on the very same night Hatchet’s second match. Then we both failed to win a match that involves one Max Bailey. And let’s not forget that at Rumble at the Bronx you not only saved us from being eliminated by Freddie Styles, but was also the one who got us off the shoulders of Polly Pocket’s manager in during our celebration. Yet that wasn’t the end, hell no. For he sent his precious A$hley Quid out to distract Jeremy, thus helping us to our first victory in eight months before taking him out, while the only reason we got into the FSW Championship match was because – instead of trying to stop us – he made a deal and handed us an automatic spot in the match.
So, if anything, we are grateful for all your helping actions Gully. Thank you. We even managed to make a cohesive enough unit on the last episode of FSW to win our tag team match. So, to further explain a quote we made earlier, our stripes of destiny have been both parallel and intertwined from almost the very moment Gully joined FSW…”
We look closer and closer at the page as she say her words before suddenly having said book snap shut right in front of us before pointing at the gold around her waist.
“But it is time for the links in these lines to fade away. For this is your third shot at this very belt within three months. Though, because of the ‘additional stipulation’ in our Title win, we guess you could thank us for making sure you don’t have to wait a year before having another shot. But back to the matter at hand. This is his third shot in not that much time. This might very well be his last chance at this Title…and how amusing it is that the last dance of our connecting thread could very well be the last time you challenge for our gold. Hell, maybe this will be your most desperate, as well as dangerous, you could ever be…
If that’s the case…hehe…then he better bring every-little-thing he has. Be it every dirty trick in the book or even his little hooker of a manager. For we shall cut the stripes that connect us and leave this wonderful arena still the FSW Champion…and if Mister Gully doesn’t bring everything he has into our battle…”
Otaki’s eyes sharpen into a serious glare as she stands up from her seat and turns to have her entire frame face us.
“Then you’ll be nothing more than history.”
Darkly leaves the bizarre woman’s lips as she holds her book close for a moment before placing it down on the seat the twenty-three year old was previously sitting on. Afterwards Otaki looks back at us, pats her Championship and mouth ‘forever ours’ before walking past us – possibly to leave the arena – leaving the last thing we see to be the empty ring.
“History is such an interesting thing, isn’t it?”
The milky skinned woman points out with a slight smile on her face.
“For while I’ve been a part of FSW for over a year…my upcoming opponent, Hatchet Gully, happens to have also been here for a year as well. On the eleventh of June last year, when FSW went to Portugal, Hatchet made his in-ring debut, defeating a person known as Khaos…while a couple weeks earlier both him and his woman A$hley Quid made their very first appearance in FSW by taking out the Zombie Vice Squad. Yes, I barely still remember the likes of them. However, after said in-ring debut, no one has seen Gully until the twenty-third episode of FSW – which happen to be a couple months later – where he defeated Connor Gray and Tyler Roberts before going three to nothing the following FSW. Everything look ever so bright and promising for the man who literally come out of nowhere.
But then the moment everything fell apart.
The moment he lost to Max Bailey.
And then everything fell, including himself, for – while he can say he had an impressive handicap victory under his belt – he spent the vast majority of his time lost in the woods. It took him a number of months but he managed to find his way into a FSW Title match at Stranglemania yet, like the lost little Kokiri against the big bad Wolfos, he found himself devoured with all the lights upon him. Could it be rage? Could it be anger? Could it be he has had enough of his failures? Whatever it was, Hatchet found his way out of the woods and onto a path that included injuring Jeremy Warren and stealing his Title…
While some would call that despicable, and others could even say cowardly, I call it smart for I have done worse in my distant past. It even managed to get you another penalty shot at gold…however it was a penalty shot you missed. At least this time you managed to bounce back and get your hands on a third shot in roughly as many months. Could third time be the charm? What a beautiful story Year of the Gully would be if that is true…”
She shifts a little in her seat to let us get a decent view of what is on the open pages of her book. A picture of Hatchet Gully. However we didn’t get a chance to see the picture for long as the Purple Haired Dynamo turns the page over to reveal a picture of herself holding the FSW Championship high will confetti rains down on her.
“I’ve mentioned the majority of my past many times so I will summarise it down for you. I joined FSW last year and spent so long going into a circle until winning Rumble in the Bronx, only to spend the following eight months in the Lost Woods myself. Yet it was there us martyrs found each other…confided in each other…joined together to leave the woods hand-in-hand and into our special May, thirteen months after signing a FSW contract. The very May we became the first to defeat Jeremy Warren, Creed and Stephen Kingston as well as the new FSW Champion in. So now the only thing standing in his way of becoming Champion at Scars & Stripes is our plague…
But…
What if…
What if I told you…”
She turns another page to reveal a third picture…a picture of Otaki and Hatchet being made to work together at the main event of the last episode of FSW.
“That our history, us and Mister Gully, have been kind of intertwined for a very long time, a lot longer than that night in Hollywood. What do we mean? Our very first victory in EWC was on the very same night Hatchet’s second match. Then we both failed to win a match that involves one Max Bailey. And let’s not forget that at Rumble at the Bronx you not only saved us from being eliminated by Freddie Styles, but was also the one who got us off the shoulders of Polly Pocket’s manager in during our celebration. Yet that wasn’t the end, hell no. For he sent his precious A$hley Quid out to distract Jeremy, thus helping us to our first victory in eight months before taking him out, while the only reason we got into the FSW Championship match was because – instead of trying to stop us – he made a deal and handed us an automatic spot in the match.
So, if anything, we are grateful for all your helping actions Gully. Thank you. We even managed to make a cohesive enough unit on the last episode of FSW to win our tag team match. So, to further explain a quote we made earlier, our stripes of destiny have been both parallel and intertwined from almost the very moment Gully joined FSW…”
We look closer and closer at the page as she say her words before suddenly having said book snap shut right in front of us before pointing at the gold around her waist.
“But it is time for the links in these lines to fade away. For this is your third shot at this very belt within three months. Though, because of the ‘additional stipulation’ in our Title win, we guess you could thank us for making sure you don’t have to wait a year before having another shot. But back to the matter at hand. This is his third shot in not that much time. This might very well be his last chance at this Title…and how amusing it is that the last dance of our connecting thread could very well be the last time you challenge for our gold. Hell, maybe this will be your most desperate, as well as dangerous, you could ever be…
If that’s the case…hehe…then he better bring every-little-thing he has. Be it every dirty trick in the book or even his little hooker of a manager. For we shall cut the stripes that connect us and leave this wonderful arena still the FSW Champion…and if Mister Gully doesn’t bring everything he has into our battle…”
Otaki’s eyes sharpen into a serious glare as she stands up from her seat and turns to have her entire frame face us.
“Then you’ll be nothing more than history.”
Darkly leaves the bizarre woman’s lips as she holds her book close for a moment before placing it down on the seat the twenty-three year old was previously sitting on. Afterwards Otaki looks back at us, pats her Championship and mouth ‘forever ours’ before walking past us – possibly to leave the arena – leaving the last thing we see to be the empty ring.
act 2
Not long until my first defence as FSW Champion. My first pay-per-view as Champion. Is it normal to feel worried about the occasion? What if I choke up in front of the thousands that will be in attendance on that night and lose the very belt I spent over a year fighting for? I know that I’ve been able to get myself onto quite a roll recently…but I got onto a roll before…and that ended with eight months of failure on top of failure. How am I-
“You still awake dear?”
“Oh, sorry for waking you up.”
“Don’t worry…your butt will pay the price for it in the morning…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, be it joke or her being serious I can’t help but find Shannon to be quite funny when she’s groggy. Maybe I should-
“Are you…worried about something?”
“How did you know?”
“Because I…can read you like…a book…silly.”
I can feel my fiancée’s hand gently stroking down my bare arm and down to my hand where her fingers lock up with mine.
“So I’m guessing…that you’re worrying…about losing the Title you won…not long ago.”
“How-”
“Read you…like a book…”
Stupid me, I should have saw that coming. Though I didn’t see Shannon pulling me down so laying down on the bed with her coming. She is so surprisingly strong, even when half asleep.
“You shouldn’t …baby. You defeated that…Gully guy for the…belt in the first…place. So stop…worrying too much Meggy. I even……got…………”
“Got what?”
“Got both…myself and Sarah…front row tickets…to see you win baby…”
“Is-Isn’t tha-”
“You will win baby. Both…me and Sarah…know you can. Hence why…we’re going to…Ann Arbor…to cheer you on…………”
I couldn’t help but tear up a little, my fiancée has always been there for me. What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful angel?
“Tha-”
Oh, Shannon has fallen asleep. What a lazy woman. I guess I should go to sleep as well…the more energy I have entering the match the more I can burst Hatchet Gully down long enough for the three count.
“Goodnight.”
I whisper out while snuggling close to my redheaded lover, without letting go of her hand, before closing my eyes. Plan for tomorrow, go to the gym to improve on my endurance…I have a weird feeling that I’ll need that most for my upcoming match.
“You still awake dear?”
“Oh, sorry for waking you up.”
“Don’t worry…your butt will pay the price for it in the morning…”
I couldn’t help but chuckle a bit, be it joke or her being serious I can’t help but find Shannon to be quite funny when she’s groggy. Maybe I should-
“Are you…worried about something?”
“How did you know?”
“Because I…can read you like…a book…silly.”
I can feel my fiancée’s hand gently stroking down my bare arm and down to my hand where her fingers lock up with mine.
“So I’m guessing…that you’re worrying…about losing the Title you won…not long ago.”
“How-”
“Read you…like a book…”
Stupid me, I should have saw that coming. Though I didn’t see Shannon pulling me down so laying down on the bed with her coming. She is so surprisingly strong, even when half asleep.
“You shouldn’t …baby. You defeated that…Gully guy for the…belt in the first…place. So stop…worrying too much Meggy. I even……got…………”
“Got what?”
“Got both…myself and Sarah…front row tickets…to see you win baby…”
“Is-Isn’t tha-”
“You will win baby. Both…me and Sarah…know you can. Hence why…we’re going to…Ann Arbor…to cheer you on…………”
I couldn’t help but tear up a little, my fiancée has always been there for me. What did I ever do to deserve such a wonderful angel?
“Tha-”
Oh, Shannon has fallen asleep. What a lazy woman. I guess I should go to sleep as well…the more energy I have entering the match the more I can burst Hatchet Gully down long enough for the three count.
“Goodnight.”
I whisper out while snuggling close to my redheaded lover, without letting go of her hand, before closing my eyes. Plan for tomorrow, go to the gym to improve on my endurance…I have a weird feeling that I’ll need that most for my upcoming match.
act 3
Less than two days until Scar & Stripes and already the masses of traveling fans have already flooded a vast amount of Ann Arbor. From taking whatever hotel room is available to plaguing restaurants and eating them dry. However there is a rather loud group of them cheering loudly as they all circle around a certain spot of the Michigan Stadium parking lot. We had to squirm and force our way through but once we need we managed to find the thing gathering their attention…the FSW Champion Otaki as she is pacing around, taking moments here and there to look in the eyes of the delighted crowd, before suddenly pulling us directly into her area.
“What do we have here, martyrs? A friendly guest? A venomous doubter? Who are you?”
The crowd around us shout out ‘WHO?’ Are these some of the martyrs she associates herself with?
“Maybe you’re a messenger pigeon? That’s good, for us want you to deliver a message from us to Hatchet Gully the Gully Hatchet, at least that was how he introduces himself on Twitter. What is that message? Keep quiet and we’ll all tell you.”
She makes a slight coughing before removing the Championship belt from around her waist and putting it on her right shoulder.
“We know you’ve been chasing this Title for a while, we also know that becoming Champion require sacrifices…like the vision from one of your eyes for example. But is that, the fact you spent part of your life in a foreign prison and the potential brain damage you obtained from getting put head first through a table at Stranglemania…it? Is that all the pain and suffering you’ve been through? Then you know nothing about the sacrifices a true Champion takes. Have you ever had everything turn black from repeated blows to the head? Have you had your nose broken on numerous occasions? Have you poured puddles of blood multiple times? Have you had injuries?
…no?
No?
NO?
Then how are we going to accept you as a worthy challenger, let alone a possible Champion? Every one of us martyrs has shed real tears, have poured real sweat and loss rivers of real blood to become the Champion we are today. Yet that isn’t all we’ve done to get this success for, like we’ve once said a long time ago…the scars remain, in body and soul. For there are scars we have, deep enough the skin, that has never healed…for a bandage only covers the wound while medicine is needed to cure it. But instead of medicine we’ve hidden these old scars away…”
Softly mumbles out the young Brit’s lips before her facial expression softens as she looks down upon her right wrist. Slowly she pulls her sleeve up, revealing old marks from the childhood that got Otaki her ‘Emo Princess’ nickname.
“Many years ago we hit a slump similar to the one you’ve helped us out of Gully…yet, unlike this year with the rest of us martyrs, back then I only had the father of our daughter to help me. But I was an emotional loose cannon, unable to cope with my ever building failures, which lead to me to unleash all my anger on him…Ronnie McCrea…until he decided to have a divorce because I became unbearable to live with. The memory of scaring my little Sarah, the memory of ruining her relationship with her father and the memory of causing the end of my own marriage have produced scars deep within my mind…
Scars that still torments us.
Calms us, hurts us.
Still inspires us.
Be a part of everything we do.
As we waste in our lonely tower…”
Her expression soften more as her words are full of sorrow. A tear even departs from her left eye. However her expression snaps into a more infuriated more as Otaki suddenly pulls a metal spike out from her other sleeve and presses the sharp end of it against the uneven skin.
“Yet the moment you mention our little Sarah, you’ve brought all our scars out from hiding!”
With those words Otaki presses the metal further and drags it down, giving us a ghastly visuals of those scars reopening as fresh blood is oozing out. However the Purple Haired Dynamo doesn’t look pained at all as her eyes furiously fixate themselves upon us.
“And now the hell of a thousand hells is unleashed upon you, Hatchet. You think you’re so big, tough and smart. You know nothing about toughness, for you’ve never felt the true definition of pain and that…oh that…will be what us all shall teach you, Gully. You think you’ve got what it takes to walk out of Scars & Stripes as Champion…fool…stupid fool…dead fool.
For you will not be walking out of the Michigan Stadium. Neither will you be carried out on a stretcher.
For instead you be leaving…
Not in an ambulance…
But instead in a hearse.”
How cold those words sounded in The Emo Princess’ voice sent shivers down our spine as she pulls us closer while lifting her cut wrist up, forcing us to watch the valley of blood streaming down her arm.
“For these scars you’ve brought out will be the beginning, the middle and the end of the rest your life Hatchet Gully. We may even add your Ashley girl into the mix since, like romances, death is best with two. You think we’re going to be easy to defeat for this Title? You think you’re finally going to be Champion?
Hehe…
The only Champion you’ll be leaving Michigan as is…Champion…
Champion of the Dead!”
Viciously snaps out from the diminutive Champion’s lips, rubbing some of the blood on us before finally letting us go and lifts up her – now bloodstained – FSW Championship. It was also at this point that the group of people surrounding us charge forth and, like a horde of starving zombies, swarms The Emo Princess…leaving us unable to see the young Brit at all.
“What do we have here, martyrs? A friendly guest? A venomous doubter? Who are you?”
The crowd around us shout out ‘WHO?’ Are these some of the martyrs she associates herself with?
“Maybe you’re a messenger pigeon? That’s good, for us want you to deliver a message from us to Hatchet Gully the Gully Hatchet, at least that was how he introduces himself on Twitter. What is that message? Keep quiet and we’ll all tell you.”
She makes a slight coughing before removing the Championship belt from around her waist and putting it on her right shoulder.
“We know you’ve been chasing this Title for a while, we also know that becoming Champion require sacrifices…like the vision from one of your eyes for example. But is that, the fact you spent part of your life in a foreign prison and the potential brain damage you obtained from getting put head first through a table at Stranglemania…it? Is that all the pain and suffering you’ve been through? Then you know nothing about the sacrifices a true Champion takes. Have you ever had everything turn black from repeated blows to the head? Have you had your nose broken on numerous occasions? Have you poured puddles of blood multiple times? Have you had injuries?
…no?
No?
NO?
Then how are we going to accept you as a worthy challenger, let alone a possible Champion? Every one of us martyrs has shed real tears, have poured real sweat and loss rivers of real blood to become the Champion we are today. Yet that isn’t all we’ve done to get this success for, like we’ve once said a long time ago…the scars remain, in body and soul. For there are scars we have, deep enough the skin, that has never healed…for a bandage only covers the wound while medicine is needed to cure it. But instead of medicine we’ve hidden these old scars away…”
Softly mumbles out the young Brit’s lips before her facial expression softens as she looks down upon her right wrist. Slowly she pulls her sleeve up, revealing old marks from the childhood that got Otaki her ‘Emo Princess’ nickname.
“Many years ago we hit a slump similar to the one you’ve helped us out of Gully…yet, unlike this year with the rest of us martyrs, back then I only had the father of our daughter to help me. But I was an emotional loose cannon, unable to cope with my ever building failures, which lead to me to unleash all my anger on him…Ronnie McCrea…until he decided to have a divorce because I became unbearable to live with. The memory of scaring my little Sarah, the memory of ruining her relationship with her father and the memory of causing the end of my own marriage have produced scars deep within my mind…
Scars that still torments us.
Calms us, hurts us.
Still inspires us.
Be a part of everything we do.
As we waste in our lonely tower…”
Her expression soften more as her words are full of sorrow. A tear even departs from her left eye. However her expression snaps into a more infuriated more as Otaki suddenly pulls a metal spike out from her other sleeve and presses the sharp end of it against the uneven skin.
“Yet the moment you mention our little Sarah, you’ve brought all our scars out from hiding!”
With those words Otaki presses the metal further and drags it down, giving us a ghastly visuals of those scars reopening as fresh blood is oozing out. However the Purple Haired Dynamo doesn’t look pained at all as her eyes furiously fixate themselves upon us.
“And now the hell of a thousand hells is unleashed upon you, Hatchet. You think you’re so big, tough and smart. You know nothing about toughness, for you’ve never felt the true definition of pain and that…oh that…will be what us all shall teach you, Gully. You think you’ve got what it takes to walk out of Scars & Stripes as Champion…fool…stupid fool…dead fool.
For you will not be walking out of the Michigan Stadium. Neither will you be carried out on a stretcher.
For instead you be leaving…
Not in an ambulance…
But instead in a hearse.”
How cold those words sounded in The Emo Princess’ voice sent shivers down our spine as she pulls us closer while lifting her cut wrist up, forcing us to watch the valley of blood streaming down her arm.
“For these scars you’ve brought out will be the beginning, the middle and the end of the rest your life Hatchet Gully. We may even add your Ashley girl into the mix since, like romances, death is best with two. You think we’re going to be easy to defeat for this Title? You think you’re finally going to be Champion?
Hehe…
The only Champion you’ll be leaving Michigan as is…Champion…
Champion of the Dead!”
Viciously snaps out from the diminutive Champion’s lips, rubbing some of the blood on us before finally letting us go and lifts up her – now bloodstained – FSW Championship. It was also at this point that the group of people surrounding us charge forth and, like a horde of starving zombies, swarms The Emo Princess…leaving us unable to see the young Brit at all.