Post by MasterEvil on Nov 25, 2017 2:54:48 GMT
It is raining. Not too hard but not so soft either as we’re by a bus stop of some kind. Why are we here? Because, standing by this stop is the Purple Haired Dynamo known in EWC as Otaki. Yet something seem different about her. For the past few months the milky skinned woman has looked constantly wary and occasionally concerned. Yet right now she looks serious, determined and even have a smile on her face as the water goes down her body.
“How long has it been since I’ve felt the air upon my face?”
The Emo Princess openly ponders before acknowledging us with a smile upon her youthful face.
“It has been way, way, way too long. Such a moment is beautiful. Such a moment is a treasure that should be cherished. Such a moment is something I haven’t got to feel in three years and eight months.”
What is Otaki talking about? Before we could bring such a question out our lips the Englishwoman starts to walk upon the road in front of her, taking her steps toward us.
“For all that time the weak little Megan, the Megan who wants to be a goody two shoes, had us locked away. Locked away inside a mental prison like someone on death row…and while she managed to cope so well on her own… all of that changed. All because of one person…Cheyenne. All because she was probably never loved the way she wanted to be. All because she wants people to suffer the pain that she think only she has suffered. And all because she wants someone attention. All because of that…she decided to steal little Sarah. Megan’s own child. Then Chey proceeds to taunt, torment and hurt poor Megan over, and over, and over again to damage Megan’s already broken mind…until, at last, the chains have been broken and I CAN FINALLY WALK THIS EARTH ONCE AGAIN!”
Ecstatically screams out from the FSW Champion’s lips as she takes a moment to do an overexcited twirl before arriving right in front of us. Yet once there she momentarily gives us a perplexed expression before smirking a little.
“Oh? ‘But you’re Otaki’, is that what you’re thinking? Yes and no. For, you see, we are both different sides of the same coin known as Megan Treamon. And while we look and sound the same…we are not the same. So…who am I? Now that is the right question. For I am now the hope of the universe. Neither am I the answer to all living things that cry out for peace. I am no protector of innocents. Nor am I a light in the darkness. I am no truth, or ally to good…”
Boastfully leaves the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she reaches her right hand past us and pulls out a red rose into view.
“But I can indeed be a nightmare to many…”
Megan adds in with a devious smirk, dropping the rose while doing so. Once the flower head merely taps the wet floor a blinding light blasts out, sending our vision into pure whiteness. Once our vision has returned we can tell that we are not by any road anymore. As the floor beneath us is marble, there is a ceiling above us marked with the finest paintings and there is no wetness in sight as in front of us is a stairway and heading down said stairs is The Emo Princess herself. However, instead of what we’re used to seeing her in, she is wearing a red, slightly military-styled, dress with a partly transparent portion in the front of the lower skirt, which not only partly reveals her pair legs but also her white panties as she now stands in front of us with a proud smile.
“My name is Robina Hood and welcome to my Theatre of the Deranged. I am the Master of Puppets and this is the place where I plan, write and practice how every scene goes – from breaking some Irish girl’s face to the permanently changing someone’s face with a chair – to the exact letter. Oh god I’ve missed being here so much. I miss the beauty, I miss the grandeur and I miss my dear friends Kimba, Leodore and Aslan. I ain’t foolish though…I know that the only reason for my freedom is because of Cheyenne’s constant pushing and hurting. So…for all the delightful hurt and tasty pain you had to put Otaki through to let me breath again…we thank you…”
Throughout words the milky skinned competitor haughtily puffs her chest, which is highlighted by her outfit, out. Yet it was while she speaks that three grown lions emerges from the shadows and, one-by-one, lay down by her feet. The last of them however holds a crowbar in his mouth and obediently allows ‘Robina’ to take the item from his jaws before resting down. The proud look on Miss Hood’s face however darkens to something more sinister the moment she holds the item which has multiple traces of dry blood upon it.
“So what better way to thank you than to give you what you clearly desire Cheyenne? I’m going to give you it all dear Cheyenne. I’m going to give you all my attention. And with that attention my hands are going to gorge themselves in blood, not mine or those million bugs…but of your ever so sweet blood. And as for the pain you want others to suffer? Heh…how adorable. You actually think that others know nothing about the pain you’ve been through? Don’t worry though; I won’t hesitate at all to introduce you to the type of pain that would even make the likes of Ivan Milat, Charles Manson and the goddamn devil himself wince. Don’t believe me? Think that isn’t possible? Heh, what if I were to tell you that you’re neither the first person I’ve promised that to, nor the last person I’ve fulfilled that promise against?
Still don’t believe me? Such an idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re already doomed. If anything the moment you stole MY FLESH AND BLOOD was the moment you signed your own death warrant. And what a wonderful scene with got to end this saga with…an insect casket match. This is too brilliant! So many ideas are running rampant in my mind already. However, to be kind to you my dear support act, I’ll give you a hint about the general idea of what is going to happen in the Rod Laver Arena. It’s going to be like a classic Western, for you have been in control of our little game for so long…I, the good, not only defeats you, the bad and ugly, but also crushes you like the bug that you are before riding off in the sunset with my little girl in my arms.”
Arrogantly leaves the FSW Champion’s lips as she keeps looking at her crowbar in a rather demented manner before smirking a little more as she reaches into her cleavage and pulling out a second red rose.
“And while I help my little Sarah recover from the hell you’ve put her through, as well as remain as the longest reigning FSW Champion in history, you’ll get to know how your poor little insects feel to be eaten, munched and chewed over and over again until you are nothing more than a pile of bones.”
The delightful chuckle that emerges from Robina’s lips after saying her words were straight up unsettling as she sniffs the rose before raising it up to just above her purple hair.
“And if you think that this has any chance of a happy ending for you-”
A wide smile throws itself across the young Brit’s face as she lets go of the rose.
“-you haven’t been paying attention.”
Once the flower touches the ground blinding light turns everything to white once again. When whiteness turns into blurs and back into well-defined shapes, we find ourselves back by the bus stop…however with the FSW Champion nowhere to be seen at all. As if she was never there at all.
“How long has it been since I’ve felt the air upon my face?”
The Emo Princess openly ponders before acknowledging us with a smile upon her youthful face.
“It has been way, way, way too long. Such a moment is beautiful. Such a moment is a treasure that should be cherished. Such a moment is something I haven’t got to feel in three years and eight months.”
What is Otaki talking about? Before we could bring such a question out our lips the Englishwoman starts to walk upon the road in front of her, taking her steps toward us.
“For all that time the weak little Megan, the Megan who wants to be a goody two shoes, had us locked away. Locked away inside a mental prison like someone on death row…and while she managed to cope so well on her own… all of that changed. All because of one person…Cheyenne. All because she was probably never loved the way she wanted to be. All because she wants people to suffer the pain that she think only she has suffered. And all because she wants someone attention. All because of that…she decided to steal little Sarah. Megan’s own child. Then Chey proceeds to taunt, torment and hurt poor Megan over, and over, and over again to damage Megan’s already broken mind…until, at last, the chains have been broken and I CAN FINALLY WALK THIS EARTH ONCE AGAIN!”
Ecstatically screams out from the FSW Champion’s lips as she takes a moment to do an overexcited twirl before arriving right in front of us. Yet once there she momentarily gives us a perplexed expression before smirking a little.
“Oh? ‘But you’re Otaki’, is that what you’re thinking? Yes and no. For, you see, we are both different sides of the same coin known as Megan Treamon. And while we look and sound the same…we are not the same. So…who am I? Now that is the right question. For I am now the hope of the universe. Neither am I the answer to all living things that cry out for peace. I am no protector of innocents. Nor am I a light in the darkness. I am no truth, or ally to good…”
Boastfully leaves the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she reaches her right hand past us and pulls out a red rose into view.
“But I can indeed be a nightmare to many…”
Megan adds in with a devious smirk, dropping the rose while doing so. Once the flower head merely taps the wet floor a blinding light blasts out, sending our vision into pure whiteness. Once our vision has returned we can tell that we are not by any road anymore. As the floor beneath us is marble, there is a ceiling above us marked with the finest paintings and there is no wetness in sight as in front of us is a stairway and heading down said stairs is The Emo Princess herself. However, instead of what we’re used to seeing her in, she is wearing a red, slightly military-styled, dress with a partly transparent portion in the front of the lower skirt, which not only partly reveals her pair legs but also her white panties as she now stands in front of us with a proud smile.
“My name is Robina Hood and welcome to my Theatre of the Deranged. I am the Master of Puppets and this is the place where I plan, write and practice how every scene goes – from breaking some Irish girl’s face to the permanently changing someone’s face with a chair – to the exact letter. Oh god I’ve missed being here so much. I miss the beauty, I miss the grandeur and I miss my dear friends Kimba, Leodore and Aslan. I ain’t foolish though…I know that the only reason for my freedom is because of Cheyenne’s constant pushing and hurting. So…for all the delightful hurt and tasty pain you had to put Otaki through to let me breath again…we thank you…”
Throughout words the milky skinned competitor haughtily puffs her chest, which is highlighted by her outfit, out. Yet it was while she speaks that three grown lions emerges from the shadows and, one-by-one, lay down by her feet. The last of them however holds a crowbar in his mouth and obediently allows ‘Robina’ to take the item from his jaws before resting down. The proud look on Miss Hood’s face however darkens to something more sinister the moment she holds the item which has multiple traces of dry blood upon it.
“So what better way to thank you than to give you what you clearly desire Cheyenne? I’m going to give you it all dear Cheyenne. I’m going to give you all my attention. And with that attention my hands are going to gorge themselves in blood, not mine or those million bugs…but of your ever so sweet blood. And as for the pain you want others to suffer? Heh…how adorable. You actually think that others know nothing about the pain you’ve been through? Don’t worry though; I won’t hesitate at all to introduce you to the type of pain that would even make the likes of Ivan Milat, Charles Manson and the goddamn devil himself wince. Don’t believe me? Think that isn’t possible? Heh, what if I were to tell you that you’re neither the first person I’ve promised that to, nor the last person I’ve fulfilled that promise against?
Still don’t believe me? Such an idiot. Don’t you get it? You’re already doomed. If anything the moment you stole MY FLESH AND BLOOD was the moment you signed your own death warrant. And what a wonderful scene with got to end this saga with…an insect casket match. This is too brilliant! So many ideas are running rampant in my mind already. However, to be kind to you my dear support act, I’ll give you a hint about the general idea of what is going to happen in the Rod Laver Arena. It’s going to be like a classic Western, for you have been in control of our little game for so long…I, the good, not only defeats you, the bad and ugly, but also crushes you like the bug that you are before riding off in the sunset with my little girl in my arms.”
Arrogantly leaves the FSW Champion’s lips as she keeps looking at her crowbar in a rather demented manner before smirking a little more as she reaches into her cleavage and pulling out a second red rose.
“And while I help my little Sarah recover from the hell you’ve put her through, as well as remain as the longest reigning FSW Champion in history, you’ll get to know how your poor little insects feel to be eaten, munched and chewed over and over again until you are nothing more than a pile of bones.”
The delightful chuckle that emerges from Robina’s lips after saying her words were straight up unsettling as she sniffs the rose before raising it up to just above her purple hair.
“And if you think that this has any chance of a happy ending for you-”
A wide smile throws itself across the young Brit’s face as she lets go of the rose.
“-you haven’t been paying attention.”
Once the flower touches the ground blinding light turns everything to white once again. When whiteness turns into blurs and back into well-defined shapes, we find ourselves back by the bus stop…however with the FSW Champion nowhere to be seen at all. As if she was never there at all.