Post by MasterEvil on Sept 8, 2017 17:54:10 GMT
act 1
act 2
I…did it. I somehow found a way to overcome the likes of Hope Diamond and Magdalena Lockheart to keep the FSW Championship. For over a year I’ve fought for this belt and it has only been through the past few weeks that I’ve realised that it is true when they say it is harder to stay on top than it is to get to the top in the first place. Yet still I manage to clutch on, barely. But even barely is more than failing…a feeling I’ve been more than use to. Finally feeling clean enough I finished my shower and switched the water off before returning to my private locker room to start drying myself with the pink fluffy trowel Shannon made sure I packed before going to North Carolina in the first place.
Though drying myself and getting changed into a pink bra and thong, a personal favourite of my dear Shannon, my eyes never once look away from the monitor. Each result and manoeuvre was mentally noted down split moments when each person – from Toni Gunn and Andrew Jackson to Stitches and Prince – for any, if not all four, of them could end up entering Rumble in the Bronx and to achieve what I declared what I would in that interview earlier today. However there was one match that held my attention the most was the main event. I could count the amount of times I blinked with one hand as, like I believed and desired, Drake was the one to win. Just you wait…keep your gold a little longer and I’ll make sure we face each other one more time.
The sudden knocking sound switched my attention away from the EWC Champion’s celebration as I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and baggy Iron Maiden t-shirt before approaching the door. The moment I opened it I was greeted by some scrawny little guy with a clipboard of some kind in one hand and a takeaway cup of coffee. A runner perhaps? Or someone on work experience?
“S-Sorry for d-disturbing you-”
Yep, definitely someone on work experience, the stutter in his voice proves it.
“-b-but Tyson wanted m-me to deliver t-two messages. The first of wh-which being congratulation on b-being successful ag-against your latest cha-challengers. The second is th-that on the first F-FSW you’ll be fa-facing Kristian Bane in a-a none Title match.”
Almost as pale as a sheep he runs off mere moments after telling me this, rather intriguing, piece of news. He has been doing himself many favours by working harder than a thousand slaves throughout the weeks. Who knows what experience he has gathered…what experience I can learn from battling him. Experience I can use to keep hold of my FSW Championship for longer still.
With a smile on my face I make sure everything is packed up in my bags before heading out the arena. Can’t stay too long to celebrate as I’ve got a fight with Ernest Cauldwell in two days to get ready for.
No rest for the wicked, heh?
Though drying myself and getting changed into a pink bra and thong, a personal favourite of my dear Shannon, my eyes never once look away from the monitor. Each result and manoeuvre was mentally noted down split moments when each person – from Toni Gunn and Andrew Jackson to Stitches and Prince – for any, if not all four, of them could end up entering Rumble in the Bronx and to achieve what I declared what I would in that interview earlier today. However there was one match that held my attention the most was the main event. I could count the amount of times I blinked with one hand as, like I believed and desired, Drake was the one to win. Just you wait…keep your gold a little longer and I’ll make sure we face each other one more time.
The sudden knocking sound switched my attention away from the EWC Champion’s celebration as I quickly threw on a pair of jeans and baggy Iron Maiden t-shirt before approaching the door. The moment I opened it I was greeted by some scrawny little guy with a clipboard of some kind in one hand and a takeaway cup of coffee. A runner perhaps? Or someone on work experience?
“S-Sorry for d-disturbing you-”
Yep, definitely someone on work experience, the stutter in his voice proves it.
“-b-but Tyson wanted m-me to deliver t-two messages. The first of wh-which being congratulation on b-being successful ag-against your latest cha-challengers. The second is th-that on the first F-FSW you’ll be fa-facing Kristian Bane in a-a none Title match.”
Almost as pale as a sheep he runs off mere moments after telling me this, rather intriguing, piece of news. He has been doing himself many favours by working harder than a thousand slaves throughout the weeks. Who knows what experience he has gathered…what experience I can learn from battling him. Experience I can use to keep hold of my FSW Championship for longer still.
With a smile on my face I make sure everything is packed up in my bags before heading out the arena. Can’t stay too long to celebrate as I’ve got a fight with Ernest Cauldwell in two days to get ready for.
No rest for the wicked, heh?
act 2
Battered and bruised, that is how the FSW Champion looks as she breaths heavily while punching and kicking away at a punching bag. From having to go through a gruelling triple threat match to a body battering fight that ends with a split decision. However Otaki is still the Champion of FSW as she acknowledges us with a brief glance as we step close to her.
“Well this isn’t the prettiest we’ve looked since becoming Champion…but one’s appearance should be the last thing on a Champion’s mind. For a gladiator cares more about exiting the coliseum alive than how they look in their armour. Why have we mentioned gladiators? You see, on this upcoming episode of FSW, we’re going to fighting against one Kristian Bane. A man who is over a foot bigger than us. A man who is over twice our weight, the majority of it most likely being in pure muscle. And a man who not only has battled many greats but is also still around to tell tales of said battles.
So not only is Kristian Bane battle hardened but also probably more than prepared for this match against us. Hell, we may even be a wee bit disappointed if Mister Bane wasn’t salivating, let alone training his – how Shannon puts it – ‘ass’ off, at this match. After all, if Maggie Lockheart can be used as a pretty decent example, if he defeats us then he may end up challenging us for this.”
The Purple Haired Dynamo momentarily nods her head towards the bench behind her where the FSW Championship is resting.
“However ‘if’ is the very keyword of our sentence. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. Because, with every fibre of our being, we are going to make damn sure that we are the ones walking out of Atlanta Georgia the winner…we are not allowing Mister Bane the greatest of victories. He does impress us, yes he does impress us. Very much. So much so that, back at Scars and Stripes, we paid Kristian a little visit and tried to get a little inside his head. Heck, we did not only say that he is fun but also pointed out that we may play with him some more. If anything the reason why we have chosen to make him wait this long for our game was because he let us down when he failed to defeat James Larson on that very same night.
And seems to be Kristian’s problem, isn’t it?
He talks a good game.
He trains a truck ton.
And is like in the top five biggest people across the entirety of EWC, let alone the largest in FSW.
But while he takes on many people, he just can’t constantly keep winning…if anything he is the perfect definition of stop-start…and if you don’t believe us, then look at the past two FSW Episodes before this one. The first of which, in South Carolina, he managed to defeat the equally impressive Stephen Kingston…only to, at the next show in Greensboro, fall to one Criss Cassidy when a spot in this rather interesting Tournament of Power was on the line. This big man is more off and on than a light switch…hell, if we dress up as an electrician then maybe he’ll just fall limply flat right in front of us.”
Throughout her words Otaki has been practicing variations of strikes against the punching bag as, once she finished her very words, the now sweat Champion softly leans her clearly exhausted body against the bag.
“Though we do hope that Mister Bane doesn’t exhaust himself too much against Ace King at this upcoming Rampage since, though we will be more than able to defeat him either way, the last thing we’re interested in is hearing any excuses from him. Especially such a pathetic sounding one…after all, in the past two weeks, we’ve been in…
Six matches, including us barely succeeding against Hope Diamond and Maggie Lockheart, two bloody fights and – right now – preparing ourselves for a match tonight that consist of us battling over a hundred other people…
So, if anything, Mister Bane should be in a lot better shape than us for this match. However that won’t make a difference at all. Hell, he could send Gothmog, Lungorthin and Durin’s Bane on us before stepping in an attempt to ‘finish the job’ and that still won’t stop us from defeating him. Kristian Bane is a very big, as well as talented, man. He can even be as hungry for our gold as a thousand starving children…but in the end he…is just a man. Why is that important?”
She giggles softly before pushing herself off the bag so she could get to the bench and sit down on it.
“Why have we mentioned gladiators?”
Otaki repeats a previously asked question as she reaches underneath her bench for a water bottle of some kind so she could hydrate herself.
“Because simple men and women don’t become Champions, gladiators do. Simple men and women don’t become legends, gladiators do. And simple men and women don’t win Rumble in the Bronx, gladiators do. And while we are infested the lands of FSW, us Martyrs are indeed gladiators…gladiators that will not only overcome Kristian Bane at Atlanta Georgia but also end this entire month like we did last year…
In glory.”
After finishing her words the Purple Haired Dynamo takes another swig of her drink before standing up from the bench. It doesn’t take Otaki long to return to the punch bag so she could continue practicing her strikes on it, paying no heed to us as we make our departure from this building.
“Well this isn’t the prettiest we’ve looked since becoming Champion…but one’s appearance should be the last thing on a Champion’s mind. For a gladiator cares more about exiting the coliseum alive than how they look in their armour. Why have we mentioned gladiators? You see, on this upcoming episode of FSW, we’re going to fighting against one Kristian Bane. A man who is over a foot bigger than us. A man who is over twice our weight, the majority of it most likely being in pure muscle. And a man who not only has battled many greats but is also still around to tell tales of said battles.
So not only is Kristian Bane battle hardened but also probably more than prepared for this match against us. Hell, we may even be a wee bit disappointed if Mister Bane wasn’t salivating, let alone training his – how Shannon puts it – ‘ass’ off, at this match. After all, if Maggie Lockheart can be used as a pretty decent example, if he defeats us then he may end up challenging us for this.”
The Purple Haired Dynamo momentarily nods her head towards the bench behind her where the FSW Championship is resting.
“However ‘if’ is the very keyword of our sentence. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. Because, with every fibre of our being, we are going to make damn sure that we are the ones walking out of Atlanta Georgia the winner…we are not allowing Mister Bane the greatest of victories. He does impress us, yes he does impress us. Very much. So much so that, back at Scars and Stripes, we paid Kristian a little visit and tried to get a little inside his head. Heck, we did not only say that he is fun but also pointed out that we may play with him some more. If anything the reason why we have chosen to make him wait this long for our game was because he let us down when he failed to defeat James Larson on that very same night.
And seems to be Kristian’s problem, isn’t it?
He talks a good game.
He trains a truck ton.
And is like in the top five biggest people across the entirety of EWC, let alone the largest in FSW.
But while he takes on many people, he just can’t constantly keep winning…if anything he is the perfect definition of stop-start…and if you don’t believe us, then look at the past two FSW Episodes before this one. The first of which, in South Carolina, he managed to defeat the equally impressive Stephen Kingston…only to, at the next show in Greensboro, fall to one Criss Cassidy when a spot in this rather interesting Tournament of Power was on the line. This big man is more off and on than a light switch…hell, if we dress up as an electrician then maybe he’ll just fall limply flat right in front of us.”
Throughout her words Otaki has been practicing variations of strikes against the punching bag as, once she finished her very words, the now sweat Champion softly leans her clearly exhausted body against the bag.
“Though we do hope that Mister Bane doesn’t exhaust himself too much against Ace King at this upcoming Rampage since, though we will be more than able to defeat him either way, the last thing we’re interested in is hearing any excuses from him. Especially such a pathetic sounding one…after all, in the past two weeks, we’ve been in…
Six matches, including us barely succeeding against Hope Diamond and Maggie Lockheart, two bloody fights and – right now – preparing ourselves for a match tonight that consist of us battling over a hundred other people…
So, if anything, Mister Bane should be in a lot better shape than us for this match. However that won’t make a difference at all. Hell, he could send Gothmog, Lungorthin and Durin’s Bane on us before stepping in an attempt to ‘finish the job’ and that still won’t stop us from defeating him. Kristian Bane is a very big, as well as talented, man. He can even be as hungry for our gold as a thousand starving children…but in the end he…is just a man. Why is that important?”
She giggles softly before pushing herself off the bag so she could get to the bench and sit down on it.
“Why have we mentioned gladiators?”
Otaki repeats a previously asked question as she reaches underneath her bench for a water bottle of some kind so she could hydrate herself.
“Because simple men and women don’t become Champions, gladiators do. Simple men and women don’t become legends, gladiators do. And simple men and women don’t win Rumble in the Bronx, gladiators do. And while we are infested the lands of FSW, us Martyrs are indeed gladiators…gladiators that will not only overcome Kristian Bane at Atlanta Georgia but also end this entire month like we did last year…
In glory.”
After finishing her words the Purple Haired Dynamo takes another swig of her drink before standing up from the bench. It doesn’t take Otaki long to return to the punch bag so she could continue practicing her strikes on it, paying no heed to us as we make our departure from this building.