Post by MasterEvil on Nov 18, 2017 1:13:26 GMT
act 1
act 2
Not long until Stable Wars takes place and Las Vegas is as crowded as ever with people bustling from one casino to another with the occasional stop to either a hotel or one of those wedding alters. Yet among none of those people, sitting on the edge of pavement by a crossroads out of all places, is the Purple Haired Dynamo known across EWC as Otaki. Be it for her achievements or her recent behaviour on social media the current FSW Champion is entering this event with a lot on her shoulders. One of them being teaming up with three others to represent FSW against four members of Prime. Yet she doesn’t seem to be focused on the matter at hand as the wind gently breezes through her purple locks.
“Future Stars of Wrestling, that is what FSW stands for…that’s what we’ve been told about FSW since day one of being part of EWC. And yet no matter how much we’ve been told this, everyone seems quick to give FSW the label of ‘development’ whenever any member of them tries to prove themselves to be that exact future. Yet now it seems that I get to prove FSW’s true worth twice in one night this Monday. The second of which being in the dreadful Doomsday Cage against all the other Champions…but the first of them is being part of Team FSW to face off against a team of four Prime roster members. Can’t tell if Maccy Boy is purposely belittling FSW once again for thinking that Prime is just as good or trying to have a go at us for our words by putting us in the situation that we’ve found ourselves to be in.
What is this situation we’re forced to go through?
To help show everyone that FSW is not some minor league we’ve been made to team with three different people…Xavier Reid, a man who probably wants our head on a pike to become the new FSW Champion…Magdalena Lockheart, someone who wants vengeance for us clocking the back of her head with brass knuckles…and Jeremy Warren, a fool who dares to think that we he should be the FSW Champion instead of us.”
Her eyes drift away towards the queues beyond queues of cars trying to get through one of the busiest places in all of the States, let alone Nevada.
“So, let all these vehicles, we find ourselves at quite a crossroads. From the moment we had our first match, just two days off a whole five years, we’ve always preferred ourselves to being a lone wolf. Sure, we enjoyed the times when people helped us but, at the end of the day, we always put ourselves first in the ring. But when we seem to open up and be more willing to accept a helping hand…Hatchet’s bounty turned those hands into knives. And when we were beginning to forgive them, MY little Sarah was stolen…and while we were begging anybody, ANYBODY, for help…they simply turned their backs on us…”
The milky skinned woman had to take a moment to wipe away the tears that has appeared on her face before continuing.
“So you see…we aren’t the type of person to trust anyone, outside of a very select few, on our best day. So how can we trust any of our three partners? How can we trust them to put their egos aside to overcome Prime’s representatives of El Pablo, Thomas Fabiano, Candy and Carlos Ruiz? Can we trust any of them? Can we even trust ourselves? We’ve been practically out of our mind with our desire to make THAT BITCH PAY for EVERYTHING she HAS DONE to MY SARAH! How can we even represent a roster that has THAT FUCKING CHEYENNE in it? We don’t know, we don’t know, we don’t know…”
Of course The Emo Princess’ shouting has gotten the attention of many who tries to ignore her as they walk pass. Yet it seems that Miss Treamon is in a world of her own as she doesn’t seem to acknowledge any of them. More tears starting to appear upon the Englishwoman’s face as she looks down for a moment before shaking her head softly.
“We guess we’ll have to try our best to trust them. Not sure if they can…but we’ll try our hardest to work with them, even if we can’t trust any of them. For this match means more than our egos, Stable Wars or even the FSW Championship itself. We know next to nothing about our opponents – other than Carlos being a last minute replacement since Sarah Lacklan conveniently got herself taken out when Stitches apparently doesn’t have that strong an interest in her – but we know more than enough about wars and winning to carry our own share of the legwork in getting Team FSW the victory.
Why is that?
Because this match is the perfect opportunity to highlight to everyone that FSW means a hell of a lot more than just some ‘development’ roster. FSW stands for Future Stars of Wrestling and – at this point in time – there are no other three people we can at least try to trust more than Maggie, Jeremy and Xavier to help us remind Maccy Boy and his handpicked elitists that as we bastardise the poor unfortunate souls on Team Prime. Carlos…Candy…Pablo…and Thomas…”
The teary eyed Highlight of the Night looks up, revealing her wet face as she glares directly towards us.
“See you four this Monday…”
Shortly after saying her words Otaki brings herself up from the edge and starts to lumber herself away, both hands wiping at her face as we’ve been left with the crowd of confused people that has been gathering throughout her words.
“Future Stars of Wrestling, that is what FSW stands for…that’s what we’ve been told about FSW since day one of being part of EWC. And yet no matter how much we’ve been told this, everyone seems quick to give FSW the label of ‘development’ whenever any member of them tries to prove themselves to be that exact future. Yet now it seems that I get to prove FSW’s true worth twice in one night this Monday. The second of which being in the dreadful Doomsday Cage against all the other Champions…but the first of them is being part of Team FSW to face off against a team of four Prime roster members. Can’t tell if Maccy Boy is purposely belittling FSW once again for thinking that Prime is just as good or trying to have a go at us for our words by putting us in the situation that we’ve found ourselves to be in.
What is this situation we’re forced to go through?
To help show everyone that FSW is not some minor league we’ve been made to team with three different people…Xavier Reid, a man who probably wants our head on a pike to become the new FSW Champion…Magdalena Lockheart, someone who wants vengeance for us clocking the back of her head with brass knuckles…and Jeremy Warren, a fool who dares to think that we he should be the FSW Champion instead of us.”
Her eyes drift away towards the queues beyond queues of cars trying to get through one of the busiest places in all of the States, let alone Nevada.
“So, let all these vehicles, we find ourselves at quite a crossroads. From the moment we had our first match, just two days off a whole five years, we’ve always preferred ourselves to being a lone wolf. Sure, we enjoyed the times when people helped us but, at the end of the day, we always put ourselves first in the ring. But when we seem to open up and be more willing to accept a helping hand…Hatchet’s bounty turned those hands into knives. And when we were beginning to forgive them, MY little Sarah was stolen…and while we were begging anybody, ANYBODY, for help…they simply turned their backs on us…”
The milky skinned woman had to take a moment to wipe away the tears that has appeared on her face before continuing.
“So you see…we aren’t the type of person to trust anyone, outside of a very select few, on our best day. So how can we trust any of our three partners? How can we trust them to put their egos aside to overcome Prime’s representatives of El Pablo, Thomas Fabiano, Candy and Carlos Ruiz? Can we trust any of them? Can we even trust ourselves? We’ve been practically out of our mind with our desire to make THAT BITCH PAY for EVERYTHING she HAS DONE to MY SARAH! How can we even represent a roster that has THAT FUCKING CHEYENNE in it? We don’t know, we don’t know, we don’t know…”
Of course The Emo Princess’ shouting has gotten the attention of many who tries to ignore her as they walk pass. Yet it seems that Miss Treamon is in a world of her own as she doesn’t seem to acknowledge any of them. More tears starting to appear upon the Englishwoman’s face as she looks down for a moment before shaking her head softly.
“We guess we’ll have to try our best to trust them. Not sure if they can…but we’ll try our hardest to work with them, even if we can’t trust any of them. For this match means more than our egos, Stable Wars or even the FSW Championship itself. We know next to nothing about our opponents – other than Carlos being a last minute replacement since Sarah Lacklan conveniently got herself taken out when Stitches apparently doesn’t have that strong an interest in her – but we know more than enough about wars and winning to carry our own share of the legwork in getting Team FSW the victory.
Why is that?
Because this match is the perfect opportunity to highlight to everyone that FSW means a hell of a lot more than just some ‘development’ roster. FSW stands for Future Stars of Wrestling and – at this point in time – there are no other three people we can at least try to trust more than Maggie, Jeremy and Xavier to help us remind Maccy Boy and his handpicked elitists that as we bastardise the poor unfortunate souls on Team Prime. Carlos…Candy…Pablo…and Thomas…”
The teary eyed Highlight of the Night looks up, revealing her wet face as she glares directly towards us.
“See you four this Monday…”
Shortly after saying her words Otaki brings herself up from the edge and starts to lumber herself away, both hands wiping at her face as we’ve been left with the crowd of confused people that has been gathering throughout her words.
act 2
Las Vegas is the city that never sleeps and I also can’t sleep at all…but for all the wrong reasons. No matter how many times I close my eyes I keep seeing Sarah’s innocent face before Cheyenne took her devolve into the almost lifeless look she gave me as that bitch damaged my arm. My right arm still hurts. Probably a side effect of refusing to rest it at any point. But I couldn’t rest at all…for every second without distractions is another eternity of feeling cold and alone without my little Sarah. God I can feel my body oozing in a sheer lack of energy.
However what I feels more than tiredness is the sadness of letting my little Sarah down when it matters the most. Of course the FSW Champion is laid across my lap, with myself having the longest reign out of all Champions competing tonight, but was it really worth it when I’ve lost my dearest treasure? I can’t look weak though, the others need me for my match tonight against those Prime representatives. Xavier is damn talented but his brother probably knows weaknesses about him that we haven’t fathom yet. Maggie is great but she has yet to do anything to prove to me that her heart is in FSW. And while Jeremy use to FSW Champion, he has been pretty hit or miss lately.
So I need to some stability into my head. But how can I focus on any of this when, with each moment that pass, Cheyenne is further corrupting my baby girl. I couldn’t help but throw my FSW Championship across the room, ignoring the crash it made against a nearby wall as I put my head into my hands.
“Ex-Excuse me…”
I have no idea how much time has passed as I barely lift my tearful face up to see some young guy, who happens to be wearing the nerdiest pair of glasses I’ve ever seen, in the doorway of my locker room. Someone on work experience perhaps?
“Miss Otaki, sorry to disturb you but your FSW versus Prime match is coming up next.”
I barely mouth ‘thank you’ before watching him as he leaves. Can I trust any of my partners? Can I even trust myself to not breakdown in the middle of the T-Mobile Arena? I have no idea anymore. I’m not even sure if I can trust myself. I have to keep a strong face though for my team, for myself and for my fellow FSW members as I walk over towards my FSW Championship, pick it up and dust it off before wrapping it around my waist. With a soft sigh I run my hands through my hair before nodding and leaving my locker room, closing the door behind me with a meaningful slam.
However what I feels more than tiredness is the sadness of letting my little Sarah down when it matters the most. Of course the FSW Champion is laid across my lap, with myself having the longest reign out of all Champions competing tonight, but was it really worth it when I’ve lost my dearest treasure? I can’t look weak though, the others need me for my match tonight against those Prime representatives. Xavier is damn talented but his brother probably knows weaknesses about him that we haven’t fathom yet. Maggie is great but she has yet to do anything to prove to me that her heart is in FSW. And while Jeremy use to FSW Champion, he has been pretty hit or miss lately.
So I need to some stability into my head. But how can I focus on any of this when, with each moment that pass, Cheyenne is further corrupting my baby girl. I couldn’t help but throw my FSW Championship across the room, ignoring the crash it made against a nearby wall as I put my head into my hands.
“Ex-Excuse me…”
I have no idea how much time has passed as I barely lift my tearful face up to see some young guy, who happens to be wearing the nerdiest pair of glasses I’ve ever seen, in the doorway of my locker room. Someone on work experience perhaps?
“Miss Otaki, sorry to disturb you but your FSW versus Prime match is coming up next.”
I barely mouth ‘thank you’ before watching him as he leaves. Can I trust any of my partners? Can I even trust myself to not breakdown in the middle of the T-Mobile Arena? I have no idea anymore. I’m not even sure if I can trust myself. I have to keep a strong face though for my team, for myself and for my fellow FSW members as I walk over towards my FSW Championship, pick it up and dust it off before wrapping it around my waist. With a soft sigh I run my hands through my hair before nodding and leaving my locker room, closing the door behind me with a meaningful slam.