Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2018 2:38:04 GMT
September 11th, 2016
January 24th, 2018
OOF!
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!
“Your winner of the match, via pin fall, the ‘Pink Ranger’ Kimberly Hart-Williams!!!”
Those words echo through my ears as I gave myself a few moments to recuperate before rolling under the bottom rope to exit the ring. Clutching my stomach in pain from Kimberly’s frog splash, I hobble over to a nearby barricade and partly slump my body against it so I can have some support in keeping myself up to my feet.
“Aren’t you supposed to be some great wrestler? Stop being so weak!”
I look over at the overweight, balding, male fan and pout at him in annoyance. Yet the moment I try to straighten myself up, to speak my mind at this berk, I end up doubling over again, clutching harder at my stomach area. Oh god, this fucking hurts!
“And why are you wearing too much? You women wrestlers should be wearing a lot less!”
Oh great, a sexist…I guess it is impossible to avoid these kinds of berks in this kind of profession. Ah! My ribs feel like they trying to break themselves! But I force myself up to my feet as Kimberly is too busy celebrating to notice.
“Yo-”
I couldn’t even finish a word as a cough violently broke free from me. Luckily I managed to cover my mouth in time to prevent any germs from being given to any innocent fa-wait…why is there blood on my hand? And why are the young fans looking scared?
“Holy shit, Megan, you’re bleeding from the mouth!”
I glance towards my right to see the official, who counted my shoulders down for the three, rush up to me with plastic gloves on. Wait, I’m bleeding from my mouth? What’s wrong? Aw god! I hunch over from the shooting pain. I can immediately feel the referee holding me close and starting to help me limp up the ramp, yet I couldn’t hear any words from him. No, I can hear his voice and see his lips move but for some reason all I was hearing is silence. Yet something I didn’t fail to notice the look of fear in the eyes of the younger fans, the ones who cheered so much for me during this match. They’re genuinely worried about me? At the stage I stop the official from taking me through the black curtains, just to feebly turn around to face the people of San Diego, limping as I did so.
“D-Don’t worry-”
I wince in more pain as I can feel the blood starting to get onto my chest.
“-I’ll be back.”
I try to assure the younger members of the crowd with an, unknowing bloody, smile before almost doubling over in pain again. This time I don’t stop the official from taking me not only to the backstage area but also to the doctor’s office.
ONE
TWO
THREE
DING DING DING!
“Your winner of the match, via pin fall, the ‘Pink Ranger’ Kimberly Hart-Williams!!!”
Those words echo through my ears as I gave myself a few moments to recuperate before rolling under the bottom rope to exit the ring. Clutching my stomach in pain from Kimberly’s frog splash, I hobble over to a nearby barricade and partly slump my body against it so I can have some support in keeping myself up to my feet.
“Aren’t you supposed to be some great wrestler? Stop being so weak!”
I look over at the overweight, balding, male fan and pout at him in annoyance. Yet the moment I try to straighten myself up, to speak my mind at this berk, I end up doubling over again, clutching harder at my stomach area. Oh god, this fucking hurts!
“And why are you wearing too much? You women wrestlers should be wearing a lot less!”
Oh great, a sexist…I guess it is impossible to avoid these kinds of berks in this kind of profession. Ah! My ribs feel like they trying to break themselves! But I force myself up to my feet as Kimberly is too busy celebrating to notice.
“Yo-”
I couldn’t even finish a word as a cough violently broke free from me. Luckily I managed to cover my mouth in time to prevent any germs from being given to any innocent fa-wait…why is there blood on my hand? And why are the young fans looking scared?
“Holy shit, Megan, you’re bleeding from the mouth!”
I glance towards my right to see the official, who counted my shoulders down for the three, rush up to me with plastic gloves on. Wait, I’m bleeding from my mouth? What’s wrong? Aw god! I hunch over from the shooting pain. I can immediately feel the referee holding me close and starting to help me limp up the ramp, yet I couldn’t hear any words from him. No, I can hear his voice and see his lips move but for some reason all I was hearing is silence. Yet something I didn’t fail to notice the look of fear in the eyes of the younger fans, the ones who cheered so much for me during this match. They’re genuinely worried about me? At the stage I stop the official from taking me through the black curtains, just to feebly turn around to face the people of San Diego, limping as I did so.
“D-Don’t worry-”
I wince in more pain as I can feel the blood starting to get onto my chest.
“-I’ll be back.”
I try to assure the younger members of the crowd with an, unknowing bloody, smile before almost doubling over in pain again. This time I don’t stop the official from taking me not only to the backstage area but also to the doctor’s office.
January 24th, 2018
“I told you that I’d be back.”
Enter our ears as we find ourselves on the Poughkeepsie Bridge in New York. Why are we here? Because looking down on the Hudson River, leaning against the fencing while doing so, is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon. We step over towards her and the Englishwoman immediately turns to face us with a friendly smile on her face and her freshly won Premier Fighting Hardcore Championship around her waist.
“It took me almost two years but here I am, getting mentally prepared for my LAW match this Sunday. The matter of which I am extremely grateful for this guest appearance. Who is this match going to be against? Roxy Cotton. What? Am I supposed to sound disappointed about that? Hell no, if anything I actually asked for this match specifically…specifically in January…and specifically in her own home of LAW. After all sorry if I’m wrong but didn’t Roxy spend months badmouthing Four Corners Wrestling only to back out when someone from there challenged her to a match? So, if anything, it makes sense to challenge Roxy at her own place…at least that way she can’t really back out of it, right?”
The milky skinned woman giggles softly and takes a moment to glance up towards the sky above our heads before looking back down at us with a slightly less arrogant expression.
“But it would be foolish to enter a stranger’s colosseum and not take notice of the lions that thrive there, let alone underestimate the gladiators who also lives there. Roxy is someone who has been fighting, battling and waging wars across LAW since making her debut at the Queen of the Ring event. And – with her mouth, her skills or her ability to scheme and cheat her way out of any situation – she stands high as one of the most must-see people in the entire roster. So clearly there is serious talent in Miss Cotton…and I mean wrestling talent, not talent in either American football or in getting kicked out of a wrestling company.
So why, out of all people, did I request for a match against Roxy Cotton? Could it be because she is a Champion? Could it be because a friend of my doesn’t like her and has asked me to shut her up? Could it even be that I had enough of people saying ‘Roxy Cotton this’ and ‘Roxy Cotton that’ all over Twitter at the time of my request? While I’m sure there are many that may hold any of those as their own specific reason…none of those are my reason. So what is my reason?”
Miss Treamon ask out loud before turning to look at the Hudson River again. Maybe that is a question she’d like for us to ponder upon ourselves. Yet were didn’t have long to ponder as the Purple Haired Dynamo starts to clap while looking back over towards us.
“Congratulations on becoming a two time Chaos Champion by the way, it must be really great to have such evidence of greatness…right? Or maybe it’s what one needs to do to obtain said success that thrills you most about this? I mean, the first time you won that very Championship you had to cuff some broad’s hands together and choke the absolute life out of her. How did it feel? You know, to see the life drain away from your opponent’s face…to feel every desperate moment of struggle to get a gasp of breath…to know that you’re just a couple moments away from murder…
Was it good? Was it exciting? Did the suffering on that bitch’s face bright a smile to your own? Did the feeling of desperation feel ever so deliciously tantalising? And did the thoughts of pain, suffering and murder go around in your head over and over again like a merry-go-round of ecstasy? What? Did you expect me to complain or be like ‘this is wrong’? Bitch please, things like that go through my mind every single time I step foot in the ring. So not only am I a massive advocate of those actions but hell, unlike you on that night, I refused to give restraint and committed murder.
Do I feel bad about it?
Nope, I felt delighted.”
A sickening smirk etches itself across the young Brit’s face as her eyes looks almost lost in pleasure at the thought of pain and suffering. However said smirk and look only seem to last a couple moments until a rather disappointed look, accompanied by a frown, takes over.
“But something I wasn’t at all ‘delighted’ by was the manner you won your second Chaos Championship. No proper carnage, no remorseless destruction…not even a little, teeny weeny bit of chaos. But instead you use help from a second rate bodyguard to get the job done. Really? I’ve got nothing against needing an advantage to win, since I may have done the same if I had the chance, but at least I provide my own opportunities instead of relying on some bum to create them. That isn’t chaotic at all…that’s disappointing. I do get that your arm has been badly damaged, Roxy, but that isn’t being a Chaos Champion at all…
I mean…have you ever had thumbtacks rain down all over your body? Have you been knocked off ladders a grand multitude of times? Have you been put through burnt by fire? Have you been busted open so many times that you can no longer stop smelling blood? Have you been thrown through so many tables that you had to get splinters out of yourself on a frequent basis? What about being thrown off a twenty foot cage, have you had that done to you?
No?
Then maybe you threw yourself off a truck with the purpose of taking down your opponent? Have you beaten someone to unconsciousness with a crowbar? Did you ever hit someone so hard with said crowbar that it caused a career ending skull fracture? Maybe you took the memories of your opponent’s dead father and toy with them to gain an upper hand? Or maybe you locked someone in a casket, set it on fire and smile as the smell of burning flesh enters your nose?
Is your answer to all of those questions ‘no’? Then you’re a disappointment to the word ‘chaos’, let alone to the Chaos Championship you had to have someone help you get.
What is my reason for requesting a match against you?”
She openly wonders once more, as if trying to find an answer to her own question, before giggling in amusement as she pats her own Championship.
“But why am I acting so high and mighty about this? I have done my own share of dodgy things…I mean, poking Kate in the eye to get out of that hold would have been something I’d totally do. However there is a problem for a snake when facing a more experienced snake…for they both know every trick the other has. Yet it is the more experienced snake that’ll cometh victorious for that snake is the one who knows how the throw the other off. Yes, I’m calling us both snakes, Roxy, but the point is simply this…you’re going to need a lot more than the mere tricks you’ve been relying on since Queen of the Ring if you seek to survive this match, let alone overcome me.
Does that sound arrogant of me? Maybe, maybe not…but that doesn’t change my point, little miss Bubblegum Bombshell. For in the Bon Secours Wellness arena, I and I alone will not only take you on the greatest of thrill rides – for I’m not ‘The Queen of Chaos’ for nothing – but will also bring out the greatest performance of your life. For, like I’m trying to tell you sunshine, anything less than your best in our match will turn your arm from slight discomfort…
To a complete snap.”
Threatening leaves the guest competitor’s lips as she looks back out towards the river we’re above.
“But why did I request a match against you, Roxy Cotton? The answer is simpler than the question, for it is only one word…
Competition.”
Calmly leaves her lips before the Purple Haired Dynamo fully turns her short but curvaceous frame to completely face us.
“To make my own version of some legendary words, to be the best you’ve got to defeat the best and – though I bet many won’t be happy to hear these words – genuinely think that Roxy is one of the very best here in LAW. After all, by hook or crook, she has managed to become a two time Chaos Champion, she has managed to become one of the highest profiles in LAW and she has managed to gather the attention of those even outside of those walls, to a point where I requested a match against for to quench my thirst for competition. So good news is this Roxy: you’ve become a massive star in ever so little time. The bad news?
I’m now here to not just see how well I’d fare against you…but to also smack down the Peroxide Princess with the force of a thousand Thunderbolts. Yeah you’re bigger, you have some braindead heavy to watch your back and this is your yard with you as the big dog. But at the end of the day none of that matters, sunshine. For I ain’t creeping into this as a guest hoping to survive a lion. I’m kicking the doors open as Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus ready to choke that lion out.
What was that, Roxy? You think you can stop me from choking you out in your own house? Heh…you’re more than free to try to survive for as long as you can. But, just like against the current of the Hudson River, you will last so long before you go under and drown. I know that you may be the type of person who seeks to take any advantage possible, from numbers to making someone hate you so much that you can capitalise on their lapses of judgement…but I don’t know you as a person. So I don’t hate you at all, which means that little game plan will be useless. Not that any other plan you have, from A to Z, will do you any favours against my current…”
Confidently departs The Emo Princess’ lips as she takes a moment to let one of her hands run through her purple locks before chuckling softly.
“After all…there is a reason why your fellow ‘Cool Kid’ is justified in expecting me to be the one who’ll win our upcoming match.”
The young Brit mentions with a soft giggle before walking past us, leaving us to look down the now crowded bridge as she disappears into the crowd.
Enter our ears as we find ourselves on the Poughkeepsie Bridge in New York. Why are we here? Because looking down on the Hudson River, leaning against the fencing while doing so, is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Megan Treamon. We step over towards her and the Englishwoman immediately turns to face us with a friendly smile on her face and her freshly won Premier Fighting Hardcore Championship around her waist.
“It took me almost two years but here I am, getting mentally prepared for my LAW match this Sunday. The matter of which I am extremely grateful for this guest appearance. Who is this match going to be against? Roxy Cotton. What? Am I supposed to sound disappointed about that? Hell no, if anything I actually asked for this match specifically…specifically in January…and specifically in her own home of LAW. After all sorry if I’m wrong but didn’t Roxy spend months badmouthing Four Corners Wrestling only to back out when someone from there challenged her to a match? So, if anything, it makes sense to challenge Roxy at her own place…at least that way she can’t really back out of it, right?”
The milky skinned woman giggles softly and takes a moment to glance up towards the sky above our heads before looking back down at us with a slightly less arrogant expression.
“But it would be foolish to enter a stranger’s colosseum and not take notice of the lions that thrive there, let alone underestimate the gladiators who also lives there. Roxy is someone who has been fighting, battling and waging wars across LAW since making her debut at the Queen of the Ring event. And – with her mouth, her skills or her ability to scheme and cheat her way out of any situation – she stands high as one of the most must-see people in the entire roster. So clearly there is serious talent in Miss Cotton…and I mean wrestling talent, not talent in either American football or in getting kicked out of a wrestling company.
So why, out of all people, did I request for a match against Roxy Cotton? Could it be because she is a Champion? Could it be because a friend of my doesn’t like her and has asked me to shut her up? Could it even be that I had enough of people saying ‘Roxy Cotton this’ and ‘Roxy Cotton that’ all over Twitter at the time of my request? While I’m sure there are many that may hold any of those as their own specific reason…none of those are my reason. So what is my reason?”
Miss Treamon ask out loud before turning to look at the Hudson River again. Maybe that is a question she’d like for us to ponder upon ourselves. Yet were didn’t have long to ponder as the Purple Haired Dynamo starts to clap while looking back over towards us.
“Congratulations on becoming a two time Chaos Champion by the way, it must be really great to have such evidence of greatness…right? Or maybe it’s what one needs to do to obtain said success that thrills you most about this? I mean, the first time you won that very Championship you had to cuff some broad’s hands together and choke the absolute life out of her. How did it feel? You know, to see the life drain away from your opponent’s face…to feel every desperate moment of struggle to get a gasp of breath…to know that you’re just a couple moments away from murder…
Was it good? Was it exciting? Did the suffering on that bitch’s face bright a smile to your own? Did the feeling of desperation feel ever so deliciously tantalising? And did the thoughts of pain, suffering and murder go around in your head over and over again like a merry-go-round of ecstasy? What? Did you expect me to complain or be like ‘this is wrong’? Bitch please, things like that go through my mind every single time I step foot in the ring. So not only am I a massive advocate of those actions but hell, unlike you on that night, I refused to give restraint and committed murder.
Do I feel bad about it?
Nope, I felt delighted.”
A sickening smirk etches itself across the young Brit’s face as her eyes looks almost lost in pleasure at the thought of pain and suffering. However said smirk and look only seem to last a couple moments until a rather disappointed look, accompanied by a frown, takes over.
“But something I wasn’t at all ‘delighted’ by was the manner you won your second Chaos Championship. No proper carnage, no remorseless destruction…not even a little, teeny weeny bit of chaos. But instead you use help from a second rate bodyguard to get the job done. Really? I’ve got nothing against needing an advantage to win, since I may have done the same if I had the chance, but at least I provide my own opportunities instead of relying on some bum to create them. That isn’t chaotic at all…that’s disappointing. I do get that your arm has been badly damaged, Roxy, but that isn’t being a Chaos Champion at all…
I mean…have you ever had thumbtacks rain down all over your body? Have you been knocked off ladders a grand multitude of times? Have you been put through burnt by fire? Have you been busted open so many times that you can no longer stop smelling blood? Have you been thrown through so many tables that you had to get splinters out of yourself on a frequent basis? What about being thrown off a twenty foot cage, have you had that done to you?
No?
Then maybe you threw yourself off a truck with the purpose of taking down your opponent? Have you beaten someone to unconsciousness with a crowbar? Did you ever hit someone so hard with said crowbar that it caused a career ending skull fracture? Maybe you took the memories of your opponent’s dead father and toy with them to gain an upper hand? Or maybe you locked someone in a casket, set it on fire and smile as the smell of burning flesh enters your nose?
Is your answer to all of those questions ‘no’? Then you’re a disappointment to the word ‘chaos’, let alone to the Chaos Championship you had to have someone help you get.
What is my reason for requesting a match against you?”
She openly wonders once more, as if trying to find an answer to her own question, before giggling in amusement as she pats her own Championship.
“But why am I acting so high and mighty about this? I have done my own share of dodgy things…I mean, poking Kate in the eye to get out of that hold would have been something I’d totally do. However there is a problem for a snake when facing a more experienced snake…for they both know every trick the other has. Yet it is the more experienced snake that’ll cometh victorious for that snake is the one who knows how the throw the other off. Yes, I’m calling us both snakes, Roxy, but the point is simply this…you’re going to need a lot more than the mere tricks you’ve been relying on since Queen of the Ring if you seek to survive this match, let alone overcome me.
Does that sound arrogant of me? Maybe, maybe not…but that doesn’t change my point, little miss Bubblegum Bombshell. For in the Bon Secours Wellness arena, I and I alone will not only take you on the greatest of thrill rides – for I’m not ‘The Queen of Chaos’ for nothing – but will also bring out the greatest performance of your life. For, like I’m trying to tell you sunshine, anything less than your best in our match will turn your arm from slight discomfort…
To a complete snap.”
Threatening leaves the guest competitor’s lips as she looks back out towards the river we’re above.
“But why did I request a match against you, Roxy Cotton? The answer is simpler than the question, for it is only one word…
Competition.”
Calmly leaves her lips before the Purple Haired Dynamo fully turns her short but curvaceous frame to completely face us.
“To make my own version of some legendary words, to be the best you’ve got to defeat the best and – though I bet many won’t be happy to hear these words – genuinely think that Roxy is one of the very best here in LAW. After all, by hook or crook, she has managed to become a two time Chaos Champion, she has managed to become one of the highest profiles in LAW and she has managed to gather the attention of those even outside of those walls, to a point where I requested a match against for to quench my thirst for competition. So good news is this Roxy: you’ve become a massive star in ever so little time. The bad news?
I’m now here to not just see how well I’d fare against you…but to also smack down the Peroxide Princess with the force of a thousand Thunderbolts. Yeah you’re bigger, you have some braindead heavy to watch your back and this is your yard with you as the big dog. But at the end of the day none of that matters, sunshine. For I ain’t creeping into this as a guest hoping to survive a lion. I’m kicking the doors open as Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus ready to choke that lion out.
What was that, Roxy? You think you can stop me from choking you out in your own house? Heh…you’re more than free to try to survive for as long as you can. But, just like against the current of the Hudson River, you will last so long before you go under and drown. I know that you may be the type of person who seeks to take any advantage possible, from numbers to making someone hate you so much that you can capitalise on their lapses of judgement…but I don’t know you as a person. So I don’t hate you at all, which means that little game plan will be useless. Not that any other plan you have, from A to Z, will do you any favours against my current…”
Confidently departs The Emo Princess’ lips as she takes a moment to let one of her hands run through her purple locks before chuckling softly.
“After all…there is a reason why your fellow ‘Cool Kid’ is justified in expecting me to be the one who’ll win our upcoming match.”
The young Brit mentions with a soft giggle before walking past us, leaving us to look down the now crowded bridge as she disappears into the crowd.