Post by MasterEvil on Sept 21, 2017 23:41:31 GMT
Fan Day Part A
Soon is going to be the night known as Rumble in the Bronx and here we are…inside the Hammerstein Ballroom. Why are we here? Because today is some kind of fan event where many EWC faithful can flood around and not only get autographs and photographs with their favourite stars but also get to somewhat know said ‘favourite stars’. One of the stars here is the FSW Champion herself, Otaki, by a table with a decent amount of fans queuing just to see her. Of course her batch of fans will be nothing in comparison to those like Drake and Eddie Crank. But, considering where she was last year, this is a ginormous improvement for the Purple Haired Dynamo as a younger fan approaches her.
“Otaki! Otaki!”
The youth cheerfully bounce up and down, causing the milky skinned woman to giggle softly, before offering a copy of the Rumble in the Bronx poster for her to sign.
“Thank you Miss Otaki-”
The father starts as Otaki writes her signature.
“My little lad has been a fan of yours since he started to watch wrestling with me a few months ago. So this, meeting his hero, means the world to him.”
“Well everyone needs a hero.”
“Like, Drake, is the greatest of heroes.”
“Pardon?”
The FSW Champion turns to face the person with a camera in hand, most likely recording her with said recording device, but instead of waiting for an answer the milky skinned woman smiles softly.
“Greatest of heroes…heh…do you want to know something about heroes? It’s like what Megamind said…heroes aren’t born, they’re made. And while heroes can be made from anything – from tragedies to spider bites – heroes of wrestling, at least for the month of September, are made through the rumble match itself. Thirty people enter seeking glory, twenty-nine fall and the last person standing is the one who leaves the colosseum in thunderous applause. However victory, honour and admiration are the last three things on the mind of most these gladiators entering this battlefield.
After all, the winning soldier will also answer the Call of Duty in being the one who fights for the EWC Undisputed Championship in the main event of WrestleFest. Which also means that the winner will also get the Medal of Honour known as potentially ending the year as EWC’s top dog. How many of the twenty-nine sees themselves ending the year as the top dog? And how many of them already view themselves as that top dog?
Why did we say twenty-nine instead of thirty? Because, like what we bet many would point out, we were the one who won this rumble match last year. Unlike the rest of them, we know what it takes to outlast twenty-nine others. Unlike the rest of them, we know how it feels to have our name being the one announced the winner. Unlike the rest of them we know the glory, the fame, the fortune, the honour, the spotlight and all the accolades that followed. Hell, we had a EWC magazine highly feature us and even won Shocking Moment of the Year for winning at this amazingly historic arena. However something none of them know anything about is how quick all that can drag one down.”
While speaking to the male Otaki has been keeping track with her fans, from shaking hands to signing whatever they want her to sign, yet the moment she seem to have finished her words she signalled for the guy to not leave at all. She then leaves her seat to pose for a picture with a group of younger fans before returning to her chair to bring her attention back upon the camera holder.
“Where were we? Oh yeah…how quick all that success can drag one down. For it doesn’t explode in one’s face, nor does it force adamantium into one’s bone. Instead it just does the ever littlest thing…it slowly pushes one’s ego up higher and higher with each passing second of every minute in a hour of a day. For then one becomes complacent – the whole, ‘if I can win a rumble I’m more than capable to handle this person’ kind of mindset – if you get us. And guess what happens? You lose. Nonono it is not your fault, your opponent was only lucky on that one night…but then you lose again. Again and again you lose. And it is only a matter of time before the glory, fame, fortune, honour, spotlight and accolades fades away…leaving you Alone in the Dark and cold to suffer alone…”
Once more The Emo Princess stops herself, this time because she has noticed how almost on the verge of tear a young female fan is in front of her. So the milky skinned Champion gets off her seat once more to get around to her and kneel down before giving the little girl a tender hug.
“Hey, there’s no reason to cry. Once you reach the lowest of lows the only direction to go is up. Trust us, we’ve been there for eight months, and look at us now. We’re not only Champion but entering back to the very match that showed EWC how great we are…”
She calms the child down with words spoken in a soft tone, even handing her an EWC shirt for free, before switching her attention back upon the recording device.
“A fact we’re planning to prove once more as we are going to win this rumble once again. We already know about people like X, Shadow Man, Jay Cee, Jackal, Mr. Strange and Amy Rosen all winning the rumble in the past. We already established last year that we wanted to win, to conquer and are willing to destroy whoever stood in our way by becoming only the second ever woman to have ever won Rumble in the Bronx. Yet we are not entering this rumble to merely boost our ego for instead, like we stated earlier, we plan to be one of the extreme few to win this rumble twice. If memory serves us correctly Jay Cee is the only other person to have successfully won two rumbles-”
Otaki lets the little girl go and glances at a nearby Jay Cee banner for a mere moment before looking back.
“-yet unlike him we plan on not only actually winning this rumble, instead of settling for a draw, but also be probably the only ever person to win Rumble in the Bronx back-to-back. An ambitious goal? Yes it is and no it isn’t. Yes it can be seen as ambitious, especially considering the vast majority of people in the last rumble aren’t in this one. But no, it is not a goal…”
While speaking the FSW Champion stands to shake more hands and sign more bits and bobs. However this brief pause was because she was mobbed by more children. Maybe the younger fans like the deranged woman? Either yes or no it seems that she is whispering something to them before the entire lot turns to face the guy holding a camera.
“IT’S OUR EVERYTHING!”
The children scream out in union before rushing off delightfully as the milky skinned woman sits back down on her seat.
“In Austria, three whole months before the extract day of Rumble in the Bronx, we declared that ‘we are going to win Rumble in the Bronx once again’ and ever since then we haven’t backed down or hid that declaration. If anything, in an interview right before Night of Champions, we reasserted our declaration of winning the rumble for the second time. But why? Could it be that we need all those things we lost? Could it be that we need the confidence boost? Or maybe we need an ego boost? No…none of these things. Then why?
What makes a hero?
For the rest of those in this rumble it is all about the fame and fortune. But for us we’re lead by one thing and one thing only…redemption.
We’ve mentioned the dark and cold of the lowest of lows we’ve been through for eight months that came after the last Rumble in the Bronx. But while all those thing we can cope with, the one thing…the absolute one thing…that made the eight months absolute hell for us was them…”
She motions towards the queue of fans that have been slowly, but steadily, going down.
“With every defeat and failure we’ve been letting them all down. Their joy, their happiness and their hope…they put that all upon us and we’ve let them down…over and over again. Their sadness…their tears…and their disappointment burns worse than a thousand Magmars. We have let all our martyrs down and they…forgave us. Gave us home. Share with us. Welcome us as their own. And that is why we need to win Rumble in the Bronx. Redemption…for not only us…but also for every single person we’ve let down. And while redemption can be patient enough to one more day…what those other twenty-nine will find out tomorrow…
Is that redemption can also be merciless.”
Sharply departs the milky skinned woman’s lips as she finishes signing the final person’s item before placing a sign on the desk saying ‘back after lunch’. Once said sign has been put down the Purple Haired Dynamo gets up and heads off without once looking back at the man holding the camera. Maybe the milky skinned woman is hungry?
“Otaki! Otaki!”
The youth cheerfully bounce up and down, causing the milky skinned woman to giggle softly, before offering a copy of the Rumble in the Bronx poster for her to sign.
“Thank you Miss Otaki-”
The father starts as Otaki writes her signature.
“My little lad has been a fan of yours since he started to watch wrestling with me a few months ago. So this, meeting his hero, means the world to him.”
“Well everyone needs a hero.”
“Like, Drake, is the greatest of heroes.”
“Pardon?”
The FSW Champion turns to face the person with a camera in hand, most likely recording her with said recording device, but instead of waiting for an answer the milky skinned woman smiles softly.
“Greatest of heroes…heh…do you want to know something about heroes? It’s like what Megamind said…heroes aren’t born, they’re made. And while heroes can be made from anything – from tragedies to spider bites – heroes of wrestling, at least for the month of September, are made through the rumble match itself. Thirty people enter seeking glory, twenty-nine fall and the last person standing is the one who leaves the colosseum in thunderous applause. However victory, honour and admiration are the last three things on the mind of most these gladiators entering this battlefield.
After all, the winning soldier will also answer the Call of Duty in being the one who fights for the EWC Undisputed Championship in the main event of WrestleFest. Which also means that the winner will also get the Medal of Honour known as potentially ending the year as EWC’s top dog. How many of the twenty-nine sees themselves ending the year as the top dog? And how many of them already view themselves as that top dog?
Why did we say twenty-nine instead of thirty? Because, like what we bet many would point out, we were the one who won this rumble match last year. Unlike the rest of them, we know what it takes to outlast twenty-nine others. Unlike the rest of them, we know how it feels to have our name being the one announced the winner. Unlike the rest of them we know the glory, the fame, the fortune, the honour, the spotlight and all the accolades that followed. Hell, we had a EWC magazine highly feature us and even won Shocking Moment of the Year for winning at this amazingly historic arena. However something none of them know anything about is how quick all that can drag one down.”
While speaking to the male Otaki has been keeping track with her fans, from shaking hands to signing whatever they want her to sign, yet the moment she seem to have finished her words she signalled for the guy to not leave at all. She then leaves her seat to pose for a picture with a group of younger fans before returning to her chair to bring her attention back upon the camera holder.
“Where were we? Oh yeah…how quick all that success can drag one down. For it doesn’t explode in one’s face, nor does it force adamantium into one’s bone. Instead it just does the ever littlest thing…it slowly pushes one’s ego up higher and higher with each passing second of every minute in a hour of a day. For then one becomes complacent – the whole, ‘if I can win a rumble I’m more than capable to handle this person’ kind of mindset – if you get us. And guess what happens? You lose. Nonono it is not your fault, your opponent was only lucky on that one night…but then you lose again. Again and again you lose. And it is only a matter of time before the glory, fame, fortune, honour, spotlight and accolades fades away…leaving you Alone in the Dark and cold to suffer alone…”
Once more The Emo Princess stops herself, this time because she has noticed how almost on the verge of tear a young female fan is in front of her. So the milky skinned Champion gets off her seat once more to get around to her and kneel down before giving the little girl a tender hug.
“Hey, there’s no reason to cry. Once you reach the lowest of lows the only direction to go is up. Trust us, we’ve been there for eight months, and look at us now. We’re not only Champion but entering back to the very match that showed EWC how great we are…”
She calms the child down with words spoken in a soft tone, even handing her an EWC shirt for free, before switching her attention back upon the recording device.
“A fact we’re planning to prove once more as we are going to win this rumble once again. We already know about people like X, Shadow Man, Jay Cee, Jackal, Mr. Strange and Amy Rosen all winning the rumble in the past. We already established last year that we wanted to win, to conquer and are willing to destroy whoever stood in our way by becoming only the second ever woman to have ever won Rumble in the Bronx. Yet we are not entering this rumble to merely boost our ego for instead, like we stated earlier, we plan to be one of the extreme few to win this rumble twice. If memory serves us correctly Jay Cee is the only other person to have successfully won two rumbles-”
Otaki lets the little girl go and glances at a nearby Jay Cee banner for a mere moment before looking back.
“-yet unlike him we plan on not only actually winning this rumble, instead of settling for a draw, but also be probably the only ever person to win Rumble in the Bronx back-to-back. An ambitious goal? Yes it is and no it isn’t. Yes it can be seen as ambitious, especially considering the vast majority of people in the last rumble aren’t in this one. But no, it is not a goal…”
While speaking the FSW Champion stands to shake more hands and sign more bits and bobs. However this brief pause was because she was mobbed by more children. Maybe the younger fans like the deranged woman? Either yes or no it seems that she is whispering something to them before the entire lot turns to face the guy holding a camera.
“IT’S OUR EVERYTHING!”
The children scream out in union before rushing off delightfully as the milky skinned woman sits back down on her seat.
“In Austria, three whole months before the extract day of Rumble in the Bronx, we declared that ‘we are going to win Rumble in the Bronx once again’ and ever since then we haven’t backed down or hid that declaration. If anything, in an interview right before Night of Champions, we reasserted our declaration of winning the rumble for the second time. But why? Could it be that we need all those things we lost? Could it be that we need the confidence boost? Or maybe we need an ego boost? No…none of these things. Then why?
What makes a hero?
For the rest of those in this rumble it is all about the fame and fortune. But for us we’re lead by one thing and one thing only…redemption.
We’ve mentioned the dark and cold of the lowest of lows we’ve been through for eight months that came after the last Rumble in the Bronx. But while all those thing we can cope with, the one thing…the absolute one thing…that made the eight months absolute hell for us was them…”
She motions towards the queue of fans that have been slowly, but steadily, going down.
“With every defeat and failure we’ve been letting them all down. Their joy, their happiness and their hope…they put that all upon us and we’ve let them down…over and over again. Their sadness…their tears…and their disappointment burns worse than a thousand Magmars. We have let all our martyrs down and they…forgave us. Gave us home. Share with us. Welcome us as their own. And that is why we need to win Rumble in the Bronx. Redemption…for not only us…but also for every single person we’ve let down. And while redemption can be patient enough to one more day…what those other twenty-nine will find out tomorrow…
Is that redemption can also be merciless.”
Sharply departs the milky skinned woman’s lips as she finishes signing the final person’s item before placing a sign on the desk saying ‘back after lunch’. Once said sign has been put down the Purple Haired Dynamo gets up and heads off without once looking back at the man holding the camera. Maybe the milky skinned woman is hungry?
Fan Day Part 2
“Bacon cheeseburger and Cajun fries with a salted caramel milkshake please.”
Shortly after I made my order I patiently wait for the food before paying for it and taking my meal to one of the few tables available. Never ate at one of these places before, so why not give it a go before one of my biggest matches this year? These Cajun chips taste surprising good…but am I getting myself fed or giving myself a final meal before losing tomorrow? Unlike myself none of them have ever won this match before. If anything I should expect myself to be the top target of many in this match. I won this match in my rookie year and, in theory, I should be much better now than I was back then. The FSW Championship should more than evidence of that. But have I really improved at all? And if I have…then how come I was so unable to prevent my own daughter from being kidnapped?
Oh Sarah, wherever that bitch has put you, please be safe. Mama hasn’t given up on finding out at all, even when some of police don’t seem to believe me whenever I tried reporting you as missing. Oh please be safe baby. You and Shannon are the only things that has been keeping me away from the edge, no matter what slip up I make. If there is indeed a God, Buddha or Allah then please, PLEASE, keep make sure my daughter is still alive and breathing. I can’t live without her at all. There are many things I can live without…but Sarah is a part of me I don’t think I’ll be ever able to recover.
“Mama, why does Otaki look so sad?”
Realising that there is at least one fan recognising me, which isn’t a surprise considering the Hammerstein Ballroom is literally the opposite side of the road, I quickly make sure that there is no tears on my face at all as I find a smile to hide my sadness. As soon as I done that I turn aroun-oh god, the girl looks almost exactly like my little Sarah! Don’t break Megan, don’t break, Sarah isn’t blonde.
“Don’t worry, I ain’t sad.”
“But why are your eyes so watery?”
Shit! I must have forgotten to properly wipe my face. Quick girl, think! Oh fuck yes, Cajun fries!
“Oh this? That’s because of these here fries, way too spicy for me to handle. Always remember to not be too ambitious with spices. Always best to walk before you can run after all.”
Oh great, now I’ve lied to a child for the first time in my life. If there is indeed a hell then I am definitely going to end up there. But at least the mother looks somewhat appreciative of my ‘advice’ and took her child away.
“See dear, if Otaki thinks that they’re too spicy then it is way too spicy for a six year old.”
“Okay mama.”
Oh god she even sounds like my little Sarah. I couldn’t help but get up from my seat and rush over to the toilets. Seeing that the disabled toilet is available I barged into the room, slammed the door behind me and locked it before collapsing on my knees as my hands desperately run through my hair. Finally, with our vision becoming blurry and watery, I remove my hands from my purple locks and down in front of me together.
“O-Our Father, who art in heaven…hallowed be thy Name. Thy king-kingdom come…thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. D-Don’t give me my daily bread, or forgive our trespasses, for – if you are real – I have one and only one request. Don’t try to lead us away from temptation, or deliver me from the evil I’ve done, for the evil I plan to do to Cheyenne will be worse than the seven deadly sins. But in-instead – please, please, please – lead me to my little Sarah. F-For she is my light…my night…my sun and moon…my bundle of joy and whom my kingdom is built around. So please, please, please lead me to my daughter. Do this and I’ll not only finally believe in Christianity, but also follow in thy faith. Just please…please lead me to Sarah…a-amen…”
Shortly after finishing one prayer I start another…and another…and another again. Begging to deities of any religion I can think of, real or fictional, for one thing and one thing only. Bring me to my darling Sarah, I can’t lose her. I can’t see anything but blurs anymore as I can feel how soaked my face is. Yet none of that matters to me. I’ll give up anything and everything to be with my little girl. However my newest prayer is interrupted by the sound of banging from the door.
“You okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while.”
I should have figured that someone would have noticed that the disabled toilet have been locked for a while by now. So I force myself up onto my feet, grabbed a bunch of tissues and use them to dry up my face enough to not only bring my vision back but also to hide the fact that I’ve been crying in the first place before flushing them down the toilet and washing my hands. Once I’ve done this I unlocked the door and opened it…to confront the mother of that sweet girl once again.
“Oh sorry, that spice really disagreed with me. Definitely not having that again.”
“You might need to get that checked, the last thing anyone wants – travelling performer or not – is irritable bowel syndrome.”
She said before heading off. Great job Megan, now some fans are going to think you might have IBS. Glancing at the watch on my wrist, another piece of EWC merchandising, I notice that it has almost been a whole hour since I felt my stand. I better head out of this place and back there. Shame though, I was really liking those fries and never got to have the burger…at least I remembered to bring the milkshake with me.
Shortly after I made my order I patiently wait for the food before paying for it and taking my meal to one of the few tables available. Never ate at one of these places before, so why not give it a go before one of my biggest matches this year? These Cajun chips taste surprising good…but am I getting myself fed or giving myself a final meal before losing tomorrow? Unlike myself none of them have ever won this match before. If anything I should expect myself to be the top target of many in this match. I won this match in my rookie year and, in theory, I should be much better now than I was back then. The FSW Championship should more than evidence of that. But have I really improved at all? And if I have…then how come I was so unable to prevent my own daughter from being kidnapped?
Oh Sarah, wherever that bitch has put you, please be safe. Mama hasn’t given up on finding out at all, even when some of police don’t seem to believe me whenever I tried reporting you as missing. Oh please be safe baby. You and Shannon are the only things that has been keeping me away from the edge, no matter what slip up I make. If there is indeed a God, Buddha or Allah then please, PLEASE, keep make sure my daughter is still alive and breathing. I can’t live without her at all. There are many things I can live without…but Sarah is a part of me I don’t think I’ll be ever able to recover.
“Mama, why does Otaki look so sad?”
Realising that there is at least one fan recognising me, which isn’t a surprise considering the Hammerstein Ballroom is literally the opposite side of the road, I quickly make sure that there is no tears on my face at all as I find a smile to hide my sadness. As soon as I done that I turn aroun-oh god, the girl looks almost exactly like my little Sarah! Don’t break Megan, don’t break, Sarah isn’t blonde.
“Don’t worry, I ain’t sad.”
“But why are your eyes so watery?”
Shit! I must have forgotten to properly wipe my face. Quick girl, think! Oh fuck yes, Cajun fries!
“Oh this? That’s because of these here fries, way too spicy for me to handle. Always remember to not be too ambitious with spices. Always best to walk before you can run after all.”
Oh great, now I’ve lied to a child for the first time in my life. If there is indeed a hell then I am definitely going to end up there. But at least the mother looks somewhat appreciative of my ‘advice’ and took her child away.
“See dear, if Otaki thinks that they’re too spicy then it is way too spicy for a six year old.”
“Okay mama.”
Oh god she even sounds like my little Sarah. I couldn’t help but get up from my seat and rush over to the toilets. Seeing that the disabled toilet is available I barged into the room, slammed the door behind me and locked it before collapsing on my knees as my hands desperately run through my hair. Finally, with our vision becoming blurry and watery, I remove my hands from my purple locks and down in front of me together.
“O-Our Father, who art in heaven…hallowed be thy Name. Thy king-kingdom come…thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. D-Don’t give me my daily bread, or forgive our trespasses, for – if you are real – I have one and only one request. Don’t try to lead us away from temptation, or deliver me from the evil I’ve done, for the evil I plan to do to Cheyenne will be worse than the seven deadly sins. But in-instead – please, please, please – lead me to my little Sarah. F-For she is my light…my night…my sun and moon…my bundle of joy and whom my kingdom is built around. So please, please, please lead me to my daughter. Do this and I’ll not only finally believe in Christianity, but also follow in thy faith. Just please…please lead me to Sarah…a-amen…”
Shortly after finishing one prayer I start another…and another…and another again. Begging to deities of any religion I can think of, real or fictional, for one thing and one thing only. Bring me to my darling Sarah, I can’t lose her. I can’t see anything but blurs anymore as I can feel how soaked my face is. Yet none of that matters to me. I’ll give up anything and everything to be with my little girl. However my newest prayer is interrupted by the sound of banging from the door.
“You okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while.”
I should have figured that someone would have noticed that the disabled toilet have been locked for a while by now. So I force myself up onto my feet, grabbed a bunch of tissues and use them to dry up my face enough to not only bring my vision back but also to hide the fact that I’ve been crying in the first place before flushing them down the toilet and washing my hands. Once I’ve done this I unlocked the door and opened it…to confront the mother of that sweet girl once again.
“Oh sorry, that spice really disagreed with me. Definitely not having that again.”
“You might need to get that checked, the last thing anyone wants – travelling performer or not – is irritable bowel syndrome.”
She said before heading off. Great job Megan, now some fans are going to think you might have IBS. Glancing at the watch on my wrist, another piece of EWC merchandising, I notice that it has almost been a whole hour since I felt my stand. I better head out of this place and back there. Shame though, I was really liking those fries and never got to have the burger…at least I remembered to bring the milkshake with me.
Fan Day Part 3
Only a hour has passed since the Purple Haired Dynamo went off for some lunch and a new queue of hopeful fans is already forming to welcome The Emo Princess as she comes back to her chair…milkshake in one hand, a blank tablet in the other and FSW Championship around her waist. Obviously she went ahead and voiced her apologies for possibly spending longer than intended before being patted on her right shoulder. She looks over to discover that the guy with the camera is still here, maybe her words has intrigued his interest?
“You’ve mentioned needing to win Rumble in the Bronx but aren’t there others who need to win just as much, if not more, than you do?”
“Hm? Like who?”
Even though asking this question a look of realisation quickly appears on Otaki’s face the very moment a Rumble in the Bronx poster gets placed down on her table.
“Oh…Eddie Crank…the current X Division Champion. You’re thinking that he needs to win this rumble more than us, right? We can understand the logic behind your words…after all he is a two Champion, as well as been a strong Champion since Stranglemania, which itself is no far the only multi-brand pay-per-view I’ve yet to compete at. Then at Night of Champions Eddie overcame the amazing talents of Nostalgia and Harvey Yorke before being one of two people who took Drake so far that everyone in the arena, us included, thought that he could’ve been the one who walks out as the new Undisputed Champion. Hell, since that night, loads of people – and we mean loads of people – have all wondered if the outcome would’ve been different if it had no ladders and if it was the two of them.
So obviously those people would be hoping, praying even, for Mister Crank to win this rumble. Well, unlike some in this match, he does have experience in similar stipulations. What do we mean? While we main evented last year’s WrestleFest dear Eddie made his debut in a battle royal earlier on the show. Don’t remember what happened? He made the final three before being eliminated, losing out to one Polly Pockets…the very woman we eliminated to win the last Rumble in the Bronx. And guess what he did on the very last Brawl before this event, well other than declaring that he’ll ‘keep coming’? He demanded, and was granted, the number one spot before declaring that he’ll win the entire rumble. Hm…what happened to the last person big, heavier and older than us that declared similar intentions? Oh yeah, he made it to the final three before being eliminated by us.
What point are we trying to make?
Eddie Crank can think he is mister invincible, he can float like a Beautifly and sting like a Mega Beedrill but here is something that a battle royal, a ladder match and Rumble in the Bronx all have in common. The strongest don’t always win, the toughest don’t always win and the most dangerous don’t always win…
The smartest are ones who win.
Xplode managed to keep the Undisputed Championship for over a year by outsmarting the competition, Drake managed to overcome Eddie at Night of Champions by outsmarting him and, just like we did last year, we are going to outsmart all twenty-nine of the other competitors in this rumble. And let’s be honest, judging by not only the way he lost his debut and his last Undisputed Title match but also by demanding the number one spot in the first place, we doubt it’s going to take us much to capitalise on his own stupidity to deal with him.”
“So you’re going to rely on outsmarting the other entrants? Won’t that backfire if, during the match, you encounter someone who is smart enough to expect that?”
“Like who? If one isn’t smart enough to realise that their girlfriend have been cheating on them for a long while, or to make sure that your fiancée wasn’t already married, then their brain pattern is clearly too low to succeed.”
Venomously leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips, making sure to sign whatever’s been handed to her while doing so, before an almost innocent smile etches itself across her youthful face.
“However someone who we think could have been a big, and we mean Wailord big, threat to us in this rumble is a man who loves referring to himself as ‘The Gambler’. If anything he was the one we genuinely believed was going to leave Night of Champions as the Undisputed Champion. He holds nine years of experience. He has more than his own fair share of Championship success, including an EWC Television Title reign that lasted barely longer than a month. And has a past involving one Ruthann Hunter. While we know next to nothing about the last part, the other two not only needs but shows how deceivingly bright Ace King can be entering this match. Over a month ago he overcame the best Rampage has in a Devil’s Playground match…a match nothing like a rumble but a match that highlights Mister King’s quality of being able to outlast a grand multitude of others, something both Eddie Crank and Drake have yet to truly showcase.
But we bet loads of people, yourself included, are wondering about what happened in Boston. Since, on the last episode of Rampage, we questioned Ace on his declaration of winning the Rumble. We requested, pleaded and demanded Mister King to give us something to believe that he can overcome the self-doubt that has been flooding him for what seems like forever…and he simply went all ‘I sometimes have trouble believing I can be something’.
Really?
No…really?
How disappointing.
We questioned him, poked him even, because ‘The Gambler’ we wanted to face tomorrow night to be the same Gambler who struck the jackpot and won the Television Title back in April, or even The Gambler who got the three sevens to overcome Devil’s Playground, but instead we were greeted by a guy who admits he has something that he ‘need to straighten out.’ Well we hope that Mister King straightens it out in time for tomorrow night or – as we put it back in Boston – he ‘might as well not even show up to the Hammerstein Ballroom’.
What a shame though…we were really looking forward to facing the Ace King who wanted to get revenge on us for easily disposing of him back in Japan…but it seems that the one safe bet anyone can have with Rumble in the Bronx is yet another moment where Ace King roll snake eyes at a pay-per-view.”
A dismayed sigh departs Otaki’s lips before she puts on a cheery smile for a photograph with a rather enthusiastic fan before noticing the Legion jacket she is wearing.
“Heh…this year’s Rumble in the Bronx might as well be nicknamed ‘The Comeback Edition’ for the amount of people who are making their pay-per-view return at this very event. Who are we talking about? Well first we had Luke Wolfe, the guy who the vast majority of the year hyping up his return over, and over, and over again. To a point where we swear it was going to become a meme. Then he declares his interest in becoming Champion again, like every returning person ever. And now he seems interested in winning this rumble, like he was last year…what happened before he disappeared again? Oh yeah, he was a lacklustre Champion who backstabbed a group that had his back before forming a new group of lackeys to simply watch as we beat him so badly that he’ll disappear once again.
The next person is Ace’s own girlfriend Shelley Silver. The girl who entered the last rumble planning to bounce back from failed ventured outside of EWC and is now entering this rumble…after once again falling on her face at another promotion, the exact same one if anything…this must be what déjà vu feels like. Never know though, maybe déjà vu could be the entire theme of the rest of her career. Try to do well somewhere else, fail at some other place, return to fight at the rumble, lose said rumble and repeat…over and over again. She use to be a threat but now…we pity her.
Someone that won’t ever get our pity though is the supposedly return Amis Shelton, the one we have never once managed to beat. You see this guy, this Dream Eater, not only defeated us in the opening match of last year’s Rumble in the Bronx but also started this year off by calling us an ‘embarrassment’ to FSW. Yet look where we are now, we’re the FSW Champion – a Champion that can actually successfully defend their belt – while he vanished off the face of the Earth the moment he choked at Scars and Stripes. So what? He thinks he can make some miraculous comeback at our expense?
And what about the guy who only just came back already declared his ownership over our Championship. Mister Jeremy Warren, the man we defeated to even be considered a Championship opportunity in the first place. While we are a fighting Champion…we won’t hide our irritation at what that former fireman said. At least, tomorrow night, we’ll get to vent that irritation out on those returning four as we smack their heads together like coconuts before swatting them away like flies.”
Taking a break from her words the Purple Haired Dynamo was about to take a sip of her drink before noticing the child of one of queuing fans eying up the cup. Sighing softly before smiling brightly the diminutive woman moves around to offer the child her drink. With a cheerful smile the boy accepts the drink.
“Thank you Otaki!!!”
“Hehe, you’re welcome.”
Once handing over the drink she never got a sip from, the milky skinned woman poses for a picture with the parent and child before returning to her seat.
“For someone who has been the things you’ve been through the past few months, you seem quite calm…are you narrowing your focus so much on the rumble that you ain’t caring about anything else?”
That question definitely fixates Otaki’s attention fully on the man holding a camera as her soft originally expression hardens.
“A similar question was asked not too long ago.”
While saying her words The Emo Princess taps her tablet a few times. Once she finished her words the twenty-three year old turns the tablet around to reveal the following Tweet to the camera:
“How do we make it so easy to not care? How can we remain so mentally stable no matter the attacks from the bounty, the need to travel all over the place to provide money to our family and…the kidnapping of our own daughter…you want to know the truth? Then pay attention sunshine because here’s the breaking news. The reason why we always seem to be so calm…”
She motions for the camera to come closer so her face would be the only thing seen on whatever footage comes out of it.
“Is because the moment we let a single one of our thoughts out…
Nobody is safe.
People have sometimes call us crazy, sometimes mad even, but what none of them seem to realise is that they’re a lot closer to the truth than they thought. While we look relaxed and calm on the outside, all that there is, have been and ever will be on the inside is insanity. For there are thousands of teeny tiny voices in our head going on, and on, and on about how gruesomely we should sink some pirate, how sickly we should yank Emma’s lovely red hair out and how much GBH we’re willing to be convicted of to not only win this match but also get our hands on the BITCH that TOOK our Sarah AWAY!”
Luckily it seems that the Purple Haired Dynamo has finished off signing her final fan’s item or else they would have been in for a probably frightening sight of the milky skinned woman shouting out before she full on slams her forehead down on the table, her deep breathing being easy to hear. However, when the man with the camera seem set to move away Otaki’s right hand shoots out to hold onto the male so he couldn’t go away. Slowly the previous rumble winner raises her head back up to look over to him, a tiny stream of blood sluggishly trickling down her head.
“So like we said…we’re mad and in a match like this intelligence is needed to overcome everyone else and while creativity does contribute to intelligence…madness births creativity. So all hail the mad for sitting before you might as well be The Mad Queen with the only thing keeping us mentally stable to put on a brave face, be it in public or on Twitter, is the insanity within. Is it a weakness? Insanity is only a weakness for those who don’t know how to use and we will indeed use it as us Martyrs will infect, infest and suffocate all twenty-nine others until our swarm is all that remains inside the Hammerstein Ballroom.
For it needs to happen? Why so? Because the story said so. What story? Heh…I’m sure Ashton Drake have often been saying how it is his story and everyone is welcomed to it. Last year was the Story of Ashton Drake, we will admit that, but what he doesn’t seem to realise is that this year is not another Story of Drake…no it isn’t…for tomorrow night him and twenty-nine others will realise…that this year…
Is the Story of Our Redemption.”
Sharply departs the bleeding Englishwoman’s lips as she finally let’s go of the man, allowing him to flee and possibly update his recording online as members of EWC’s medical team comes over to tend to the gash on Otaki’s head.
“You’ve mentioned needing to win Rumble in the Bronx but aren’t there others who need to win just as much, if not more, than you do?”
“Hm? Like who?”
Even though asking this question a look of realisation quickly appears on Otaki’s face the very moment a Rumble in the Bronx poster gets placed down on her table.
“Oh…Eddie Crank…the current X Division Champion. You’re thinking that he needs to win this rumble more than us, right? We can understand the logic behind your words…after all he is a two Champion, as well as been a strong Champion since Stranglemania, which itself is no far the only multi-brand pay-per-view I’ve yet to compete at. Then at Night of Champions Eddie overcame the amazing talents of Nostalgia and Harvey Yorke before being one of two people who took Drake so far that everyone in the arena, us included, thought that he could’ve been the one who walks out as the new Undisputed Champion. Hell, since that night, loads of people – and we mean loads of people – have all wondered if the outcome would’ve been different if it had no ladders and if it was the two of them.
So obviously those people would be hoping, praying even, for Mister Crank to win this rumble. Well, unlike some in this match, he does have experience in similar stipulations. What do we mean? While we main evented last year’s WrestleFest dear Eddie made his debut in a battle royal earlier on the show. Don’t remember what happened? He made the final three before being eliminated, losing out to one Polly Pockets…the very woman we eliminated to win the last Rumble in the Bronx. And guess what he did on the very last Brawl before this event, well other than declaring that he’ll ‘keep coming’? He demanded, and was granted, the number one spot before declaring that he’ll win the entire rumble. Hm…what happened to the last person big, heavier and older than us that declared similar intentions? Oh yeah, he made it to the final three before being eliminated by us.
What point are we trying to make?
Eddie Crank can think he is mister invincible, he can float like a Beautifly and sting like a Mega Beedrill but here is something that a battle royal, a ladder match and Rumble in the Bronx all have in common. The strongest don’t always win, the toughest don’t always win and the most dangerous don’t always win…
The smartest are ones who win.
Xplode managed to keep the Undisputed Championship for over a year by outsmarting the competition, Drake managed to overcome Eddie at Night of Champions by outsmarting him and, just like we did last year, we are going to outsmart all twenty-nine of the other competitors in this rumble. And let’s be honest, judging by not only the way he lost his debut and his last Undisputed Title match but also by demanding the number one spot in the first place, we doubt it’s going to take us much to capitalise on his own stupidity to deal with him.”
“So you’re going to rely on outsmarting the other entrants? Won’t that backfire if, during the match, you encounter someone who is smart enough to expect that?”
“Like who? If one isn’t smart enough to realise that their girlfriend have been cheating on them for a long while, or to make sure that your fiancée wasn’t already married, then their brain pattern is clearly too low to succeed.”
Venomously leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips, making sure to sign whatever’s been handed to her while doing so, before an almost innocent smile etches itself across her youthful face.
“However someone who we think could have been a big, and we mean Wailord big, threat to us in this rumble is a man who loves referring to himself as ‘The Gambler’. If anything he was the one we genuinely believed was going to leave Night of Champions as the Undisputed Champion. He holds nine years of experience. He has more than his own fair share of Championship success, including an EWC Television Title reign that lasted barely longer than a month. And has a past involving one Ruthann Hunter. While we know next to nothing about the last part, the other two not only needs but shows how deceivingly bright Ace King can be entering this match. Over a month ago he overcame the best Rampage has in a Devil’s Playground match…a match nothing like a rumble but a match that highlights Mister King’s quality of being able to outlast a grand multitude of others, something both Eddie Crank and Drake have yet to truly showcase.
But we bet loads of people, yourself included, are wondering about what happened in Boston. Since, on the last episode of Rampage, we questioned Ace on his declaration of winning the Rumble. We requested, pleaded and demanded Mister King to give us something to believe that he can overcome the self-doubt that has been flooding him for what seems like forever…and he simply went all ‘I sometimes have trouble believing I can be something’.
Really?
No…really?
How disappointing.
We questioned him, poked him even, because ‘The Gambler’ we wanted to face tomorrow night to be the same Gambler who struck the jackpot and won the Television Title back in April, or even The Gambler who got the three sevens to overcome Devil’s Playground, but instead we were greeted by a guy who admits he has something that he ‘need to straighten out.’ Well we hope that Mister King straightens it out in time for tomorrow night or – as we put it back in Boston – he ‘might as well not even show up to the Hammerstein Ballroom’.
What a shame though…we were really looking forward to facing the Ace King who wanted to get revenge on us for easily disposing of him back in Japan…but it seems that the one safe bet anyone can have with Rumble in the Bronx is yet another moment where Ace King roll snake eyes at a pay-per-view.”
A dismayed sigh departs Otaki’s lips before she puts on a cheery smile for a photograph with a rather enthusiastic fan before noticing the Legion jacket she is wearing.
“Heh…this year’s Rumble in the Bronx might as well be nicknamed ‘The Comeback Edition’ for the amount of people who are making their pay-per-view return at this very event. Who are we talking about? Well first we had Luke Wolfe, the guy who the vast majority of the year hyping up his return over, and over, and over again. To a point where we swear it was going to become a meme. Then he declares his interest in becoming Champion again, like every returning person ever. And now he seems interested in winning this rumble, like he was last year…what happened before he disappeared again? Oh yeah, he was a lacklustre Champion who backstabbed a group that had his back before forming a new group of lackeys to simply watch as we beat him so badly that he’ll disappear once again.
The next person is Ace’s own girlfriend Shelley Silver. The girl who entered the last rumble planning to bounce back from failed ventured outside of EWC and is now entering this rumble…after once again falling on her face at another promotion, the exact same one if anything…this must be what déjà vu feels like. Never know though, maybe déjà vu could be the entire theme of the rest of her career. Try to do well somewhere else, fail at some other place, return to fight at the rumble, lose said rumble and repeat…over and over again. She use to be a threat but now…we pity her.
Someone that won’t ever get our pity though is the supposedly return Amis Shelton, the one we have never once managed to beat. You see this guy, this Dream Eater, not only defeated us in the opening match of last year’s Rumble in the Bronx but also started this year off by calling us an ‘embarrassment’ to FSW. Yet look where we are now, we’re the FSW Champion – a Champion that can actually successfully defend their belt – while he vanished off the face of the Earth the moment he choked at Scars and Stripes. So what? He thinks he can make some miraculous comeback at our expense?
And what about the guy who only just came back already declared his ownership over our Championship. Mister Jeremy Warren, the man we defeated to even be considered a Championship opportunity in the first place. While we are a fighting Champion…we won’t hide our irritation at what that former fireman said. At least, tomorrow night, we’ll get to vent that irritation out on those returning four as we smack their heads together like coconuts before swatting them away like flies.”
Taking a break from her words the Purple Haired Dynamo was about to take a sip of her drink before noticing the child of one of queuing fans eying up the cup. Sighing softly before smiling brightly the diminutive woman moves around to offer the child her drink. With a cheerful smile the boy accepts the drink.
“Thank you Otaki!!!”
“Hehe, you’re welcome.”
Once handing over the drink she never got a sip from, the milky skinned woman poses for a picture with the parent and child before returning to her seat.
“For someone who has been the things you’ve been through the past few months, you seem quite calm…are you narrowing your focus so much on the rumble that you ain’t caring about anything else?”
That question definitely fixates Otaki’s attention fully on the man holding a camera as her soft originally expression hardens.
“A similar question was asked not too long ago.”
While saying her words The Emo Princess taps her tablet a few times. Once she finished her words the twenty-three year old turns the tablet around to reveal the following Tweet to the camera:
“How do we make it so easy to not care? How can we remain so mentally stable no matter the attacks from the bounty, the need to travel all over the place to provide money to our family and…the kidnapping of our own daughter…you want to know the truth? Then pay attention sunshine because here’s the breaking news. The reason why we always seem to be so calm…”
She motions for the camera to come closer so her face would be the only thing seen on whatever footage comes out of it.
“Is because the moment we let a single one of our thoughts out…
Nobody is safe.
People have sometimes call us crazy, sometimes mad even, but what none of them seem to realise is that they’re a lot closer to the truth than they thought. While we look relaxed and calm on the outside, all that there is, have been and ever will be on the inside is insanity. For there are thousands of teeny tiny voices in our head going on, and on, and on about how gruesomely we should sink some pirate, how sickly we should yank Emma’s lovely red hair out and how much GBH we’re willing to be convicted of to not only win this match but also get our hands on the BITCH that TOOK our Sarah AWAY!”
Luckily it seems that the Purple Haired Dynamo has finished off signing her final fan’s item or else they would have been in for a probably frightening sight of the milky skinned woman shouting out before she full on slams her forehead down on the table, her deep breathing being easy to hear. However, when the man with the camera seem set to move away Otaki’s right hand shoots out to hold onto the male so he couldn’t go away. Slowly the previous rumble winner raises her head back up to look over to him, a tiny stream of blood sluggishly trickling down her head.
“So like we said…we’re mad and in a match like this intelligence is needed to overcome everyone else and while creativity does contribute to intelligence…madness births creativity. So all hail the mad for sitting before you might as well be The Mad Queen with the only thing keeping us mentally stable to put on a brave face, be it in public or on Twitter, is the insanity within. Is it a weakness? Insanity is only a weakness for those who don’t know how to use and we will indeed use it as us Martyrs will infect, infest and suffocate all twenty-nine others until our swarm is all that remains inside the Hammerstein Ballroom.
For it needs to happen? Why so? Because the story said so. What story? Heh…I’m sure Ashton Drake have often been saying how it is his story and everyone is welcomed to it. Last year was the Story of Ashton Drake, we will admit that, but what he doesn’t seem to realise is that this year is not another Story of Drake…no it isn’t…for tomorrow night him and twenty-nine others will realise…that this year…
Is the Story of Our Redemption.”
Sharply departs the bleeding Englishwoman’s lips as she finally let’s go of the man, allowing him to flee and possibly update his recording online as members of EWC’s medical team comes over to tend to the gash on Otaki’s head.