Post by MasterEvil on Dec 19, 2017 2:45:00 GMT
“What should I wear?”
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…an Australian lingerie shop. The twenty-three year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Otaki momentarily drifts her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tomorrow night, in my first match since losing the Hardcore Championship, I get to face some Samantha Tolson girl in the first round of this Diamonds Championship Tournament, which itself will crown the inaugural Diamonds Champion. I guess the fact I’m the longest reigning Hardcore Champion kind of makes it obvious why I am in this tournament. If anything I would dare to say that I’m the biggest star entering this tournament. And it doesn’t help that I’ve been given the rough equivalent of a bye into the very next round…maybe Premier Fighting needs someone like me to win this tournament and hold their Diamonds Championship?
However I ain’t stupid…there are loads of people who probably think that I can only fare well in a bout that has no rules. Who probably thinks that The Queen of Chaos is a one trick pony. And who probably thinks that I’m going to be as disappointing in this tournament as I was in the one that crowned Teo-Jakobah as Premier Champion. To be honest…I don’t blame them for thinking all of those things. For that first round, crushing, defeat demolished, demoralised and devastated me…but then I won the Hardcore Championship. It was like a second wind, for – within the realm of chaos – the old me returned, took over said realm and crowned myself as its Queen.
Sure, I’ve had my throne stolen from me…but dear Eavan Maloney is the Denethor to my Aragorn. She’s only keeping my throne warm for me until I come take it back. But first I’ve got to focus on become the very first Diamonds Champion, which means using this easy bye to give myself new momentum into conquering the rest of this tournament. Hm? Why am I buying underwear? To get some gifts to help celebrate my victory tomorrow night.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Otaki has something planned to help her win this upcoming match against Sam Tolson. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Treamon will exhibit.
“Oh? Is this considered me disrespecting Samantha Tolson? So what if it is? What is she going to do about it? Spank me? Considering her record she’d probably enjoy that way too much. After all, most of her success has been from cheating on one girlfriend to stealing someone’s wife. Wow, no shame at all or what. I mean, how long ago did she leave Magdalena again? And she has already taken someone’s bride away. Hm…never know, maybe that is what she learned off her trainer Ryan Corey, whoever that desperate loser is. What? Isn’t he desperate? Bullshit, he has to be completely desperate to take on such a tramp for a student. A tramp, did I just call Samantha Tolson a tramp?
Of fucking course I did.
The only bit of size advantage she has over me is her weight and clearly known of it went into intellect…or common decency by counts of what she has been doing. I mean, who else complains so much about losing by unusual methods and then go silent if ever accused of said methods? And then, somewhere between one or two days after I disclose my interest in a Hardcore Championship rematch, she comes barrelling in and trying – ever so pitifully might I add – to get Eavan to want to fight her. But hey, with a track record like hers – including the time she claimed to have never been in the building when she was made to tap out – decency is clearly a foreign concept to her. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if Samantha starts claim some random crap about how ‘Otaki was dodgy’, ‘Otaki cheated’ and ‘Otaki is mean to me’.
You know what? Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll play this game between us as fair and square as imaginable. After all, what kind of excuses can Sam make when – to borrow a phrase Maloney tweeted – I beat her in ‘Tolson Rules’?”
While saying her first batch of words the twenty-three year old walks into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘of fucking course I did’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out steps The Emo Princess. The first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the Purple Haired Dynamo slowly walks over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hips to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon the Englishwoman’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look-”
Otaki giggles for a moment before smiling in a rather evil manner.
“-but I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on giving the so-called ‘Hardcore Queen of Suplex Nation’ throughout the Mid-Hudson Civic Center. Hell I may even rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Tolson’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for a live action Nightmare Before Christmas. What? Is that too hardcore for my upcoming opponent to handle? Then she cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since no one gives a single rat’s arse about her. Oh? What about her successes in other companies?
Didn’t two of those companies like die or something? What about her Championship reigns outside Premier Fighting? So what? I’ve been Champion in other companies – one of said Championships I plan to hopefully successfully defend tonight before kicking Sammy’s ass from pillar to post – but I don’t intend to brag about any of that at any point here. Why is that you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. I don’t brag about my Championship accolades elsewhere because, at the end of the day, they are done elsewhere…not in Premier Fighting. And, at the end of the day, your success in Premier Fighting such be what matters, not elsewhere. And what has Samantha Tolson achieved in Premier Fighting?”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bitch with the way she is trying to make her opponent’s accomplishments meaningless…however the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth.
“Your silence is the answer.”
With those words the young Brit comes back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two Pokéballs while her panties were pure white with another Pokéball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokémon fan, it was rather obvious – at least to those that know the young woman – that she would choose to model this pair.
“Samantha entered the Premier Championship tournament as one of the odds on favourites to win and she chokes against she waste disposal reject. She took her eye off the ball in a triple threat match, something only an idiot would do. She couldn’t even defeat Paula Pina, who has a lot less training than her, in her debuting match in Premier. But hey, at least Miss Tolson can defeat Draven – whoever that person is – and a complete rookie. So she has at least two odd things she said she has achieved.
Now look at that and then look at me. Yes, I lost in the same tournament but it was to the eventual winner, which is always better than losing to the runner up. But then I became the second ever Hardcore Champion. As well as the first Champion in Premier Fighting to successfully defend their Title and even went on to hold that Championship for a record setting fifty-seven days. And during those days I had to fend off the likes of those younger than me, larger than me and much stronger than me. You want to know why I, the Queen of Chaos, was able to do all this? Because I outsmarted them all, I outfought them all and I proved myself to be tougher than the lot of them.
‘Oh so what? Sam is so tough’, that’s probably what the five year olds who support her would say…and here is something I’ve got in response to that. Has she ever been knocked off a twenty foot ladder on multiple occasions? Has she been beaten with a chair so maliciously that she has gone unconscious? Has she been busted open on multiple occasions? Has she ever fought mixed martial artists in their own domain and won? Had she been thrown off a twenty foot cage, onto an announce table and then elbow dropped through said table?
Well has she?
No?
Then don’t go trying to convince me that she is tough enough to survive me.”
After the first couple sentences Otaki chooses to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model while doing so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be any more revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokémon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘survive me’ enter our ears the Queen of Chaos re-emerges from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since milky skinned woman is from England, as she makes her way over to the recording device in a rather seductive manner before speaking up.
“And before anyone mentions about Samantha claims of having a fearless mentality…I already know and, to be honest, I love it that way. For what is so fun for a cat when the mouse is too scared to do anything? I’d rather my mouse have the guts to stand up and fight…though, like the Miss Tolson will be against me tomorrow night, that mouse is going to get slaughtered no matter what she does as I not only take down my prey…but also go to the next round of the Diamonds Tournament in victory. And before anything starts feeling sorry for poor Miss Tolson…remember that, back when I was Hardcore Champion, she did say that she wanted a piece of me. So now she’s going to have more of me than she can ever handle.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-enters the booth the Purple Haired Dynamo words begins to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she mentions Diamonds Tournament the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approaches the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kisses the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“You want a fight, Samantha Tolson? Hehe-”
Her smile drops to a more serious expression.
“-be prepared for a war.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile returns but at a bigger size. It was also after saying those words that she walks away…however the camera turns to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tomorrow night? Or is her fiancée Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…an Australian lingerie shop. The twenty-three year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Otaki momentarily drifts her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tomorrow night, in my first match since losing the Hardcore Championship, I get to face some Samantha Tolson girl in the first round of this Diamonds Championship Tournament, which itself will crown the inaugural Diamonds Champion. I guess the fact I’m the longest reigning Hardcore Champion kind of makes it obvious why I am in this tournament. If anything I would dare to say that I’m the biggest star entering this tournament. And it doesn’t help that I’ve been given the rough equivalent of a bye into the very next round…maybe Premier Fighting needs someone like me to win this tournament and hold their Diamonds Championship?
However I ain’t stupid…there are loads of people who probably think that I can only fare well in a bout that has no rules. Who probably thinks that The Queen of Chaos is a one trick pony. And who probably thinks that I’m going to be as disappointing in this tournament as I was in the one that crowned Teo-Jakobah as Premier Champion. To be honest…I don’t blame them for thinking all of those things. For that first round, crushing, defeat demolished, demoralised and devastated me…but then I won the Hardcore Championship. It was like a second wind, for – within the realm of chaos – the old me returned, took over said realm and crowned myself as its Queen.
Sure, I’ve had my throne stolen from me…but dear Eavan Maloney is the Denethor to my Aragorn. She’s only keeping my throne warm for me until I come take it back. But first I’ve got to focus on become the very first Diamonds Champion, which means using this easy bye to give myself new momentum into conquering the rest of this tournament. Hm? Why am I buying underwear? To get some gifts to help celebrate my victory tomorrow night.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Otaki has something planned to help her win this upcoming match against Sam Tolson. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Treamon will exhibit.
“Oh? Is this considered me disrespecting Samantha Tolson? So what if it is? What is she going to do about it? Spank me? Considering her record she’d probably enjoy that way too much. After all, most of her success has been from cheating on one girlfriend to stealing someone’s wife. Wow, no shame at all or what. I mean, how long ago did she leave Magdalena again? And she has already taken someone’s bride away. Hm…never know, maybe that is what she learned off her trainer Ryan Corey, whoever that desperate loser is. What? Isn’t he desperate? Bullshit, he has to be completely desperate to take on such a tramp for a student. A tramp, did I just call Samantha Tolson a tramp?
Of fucking course I did.
The only bit of size advantage she has over me is her weight and clearly known of it went into intellect…or common decency by counts of what she has been doing. I mean, who else complains so much about losing by unusual methods and then go silent if ever accused of said methods? And then, somewhere between one or two days after I disclose my interest in a Hardcore Championship rematch, she comes barrelling in and trying – ever so pitifully might I add – to get Eavan to want to fight her. But hey, with a track record like hers – including the time she claimed to have never been in the building when she was made to tap out – decency is clearly a foreign concept to her. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if Samantha starts claim some random crap about how ‘Otaki was dodgy’, ‘Otaki cheated’ and ‘Otaki is mean to me’.
You know what? Because I’m feeling nice, I’ll play this game between us as fair and square as imaginable. After all, what kind of excuses can Sam make when – to borrow a phrase Maloney tweeted – I beat her in ‘Tolson Rules’?”
While saying her first batch of words the twenty-three year old walks into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘of fucking course I did’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out steps The Emo Princess. The first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the Purple Haired Dynamo slowly walks over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hips to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon the Englishwoman’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look-”
Otaki giggles for a moment before smiling in a rather evil manner.
“-but I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on giving the so-called ‘Hardcore Queen of Suplex Nation’ throughout the Mid-Hudson Civic Center. Hell I may even rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Tolson’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for a live action Nightmare Before Christmas. What? Is that too hardcore for my upcoming opponent to handle? Then she cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since no one gives a single rat’s arse about her. Oh? What about her successes in other companies?
Didn’t two of those companies like die or something? What about her Championship reigns outside Premier Fighting? So what? I’ve been Champion in other companies – one of said Championships I plan to hopefully successfully defend tonight before kicking Sammy’s ass from pillar to post – but I don’t intend to brag about any of that at any point here. Why is that you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. I don’t brag about my Championship accolades elsewhere because, at the end of the day, they are done elsewhere…not in Premier Fighting. And, at the end of the day, your success in Premier Fighting such be what matters, not elsewhere. And what has Samantha Tolson achieved in Premier Fighting?”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bitch with the way she is trying to make her opponent’s accomplishments meaningless…however the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth.
“Your silence is the answer.”
With those words the young Brit comes back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two Pokéballs while her panties were pure white with another Pokéball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokémon fan, it was rather obvious – at least to those that know the young woman – that she would choose to model this pair.
“Samantha entered the Premier Championship tournament as one of the odds on favourites to win and she chokes against she waste disposal reject. She took her eye off the ball in a triple threat match, something only an idiot would do. She couldn’t even defeat Paula Pina, who has a lot less training than her, in her debuting match in Premier. But hey, at least Miss Tolson can defeat Draven – whoever that person is – and a complete rookie. So she has at least two odd things she said she has achieved.
Now look at that and then look at me. Yes, I lost in the same tournament but it was to the eventual winner, which is always better than losing to the runner up. But then I became the second ever Hardcore Champion. As well as the first Champion in Premier Fighting to successfully defend their Title and even went on to hold that Championship for a record setting fifty-seven days. And during those days I had to fend off the likes of those younger than me, larger than me and much stronger than me. You want to know why I, the Queen of Chaos, was able to do all this? Because I outsmarted them all, I outfought them all and I proved myself to be tougher than the lot of them.
‘Oh so what? Sam is so tough’, that’s probably what the five year olds who support her would say…and here is something I’ve got in response to that. Has she ever been knocked off a twenty foot ladder on multiple occasions? Has she been beaten with a chair so maliciously that she has gone unconscious? Has she been busted open on multiple occasions? Has she ever fought mixed martial artists in their own domain and won? Had she been thrown off a twenty foot cage, onto an announce table and then elbow dropped through said table?
Well has she?
No?
Then don’t go trying to convince me that she is tough enough to survive me.”
After the first couple sentences Otaki chooses to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model while doing so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be any more revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokémon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘survive me’ enter our ears the Queen of Chaos re-emerges from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since milky skinned woman is from England, as she makes her way over to the recording device in a rather seductive manner before speaking up.
“And before anyone mentions about Samantha claims of having a fearless mentality…I already know and, to be honest, I love it that way. For what is so fun for a cat when the mouse is too scared to do anything? I’d rather my mouse have the guts to stand up and fight…though, like the Miss Tolson will be against me tomorrow night, that mouse is going to get slaughtered no matter what she does as I not only take down my prey…but also go to the next round of the Diamonds Tournament in victory. And before anything starts feeling sorry for poor Miss Tolson…remember that, back when I was Hardcore Champion, she did say that she wanted a piece of me. So now she’s going to have more of me than she can ever handle.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-enters the booth the Purple Haired Dynamo words begins to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she mentions Diamonds Tournament the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approaches the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kisses the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“You want a fight, Samantha Tolson? Hehe-”
Her smile drops to a more serious expression.
“-be prepared for a war.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile returns but at a bigger size. It was also after saying those words that she walks away…however the camera turns to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tomorrow night? Or is her fiancée Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?