Post by MasterEvil on Feb 10, 2018 0:18:59 GMT
act 1
act 2
The bell rings and I’ve lost. Now I’m back through the black curtains but I cannot shake the disappointment from my head as I let my eyes drop down towards the floor. Xavier Reid, the man I needed to defeat, ended up being the one who stands tall in the ring as I limp my way through the backstage area, doing my best efforts to make it to my locker room while avoiding everybody. I don’t want to see any of them for I know that they’re glaring at me with thoughts of negativity, pity and even some bewilderment. I’m fortunate enough to have my own private room near the curtains. My room isn’t much different from the women’s public locker room, with the main difference being that this room is smaller and that only I’m allowed in here, which is how I prefer it since I haven’t been exactly one to enjoy being among a crowd.
Once I’ve entered the room, and closed the door behind me, I slowly drag my body over to the little make-up table before dropping my body down upon a chair by it. I then reached out my right hand and grabbed my mobile phone, which I specifically left there since I know that hardly anybody would dare enter my room, before checking for any messages I need to answer later. Once certain that there is no messages I place my phone down and slump my head into my crossed arms.
I needed the win tonight, more than I ever needed one in ages, and I fell on my face in failure. Story of my life almost. Maybe, among this roster of ‘Future Stars’ I have become nothing more than a relic, waiting to be either plucked or rust away? Maybe I’m overthinking this lost…but maybe I’m being realistic. After all, I threw almost everything I had at Xavier and it simply wasn’t enough. Maybe it was wise of EWC to only give me a three year contract…just like how wise it should be if they decide to not extend it…
Hm? I’ve got a text message.
I lift my head up to reach my phone and bring it over to look at what the message is. Oh, it’s just a message about the next FSW card. Everyone on the roster gets these. So what match am I in? The main event again? Cool. So a tag team match pitting Magdalena Lockheart and Stephen Kingston against myself and………Hatchet Gully.
“What…the…fuck?”
Once I’ve entered the room, and closed the door behind me, I slowly drag my body over to the little make-up table before dropping my body down upon a chair by it. I then reached out my right hand and grabbed my mobile phone, which I specifically left there since I know that hardly anybody would dare enter my room, before checking for any messages I need to answer later. Once certain that there is no messages I place my phone down and slump my head into my crossed arms.
I needed the win tonight, more than I ever needed one in ages, and I fell on my face in failure. Story of my life almost. Maybe, among this roster of ‘Future Stars’ I have become nothing more than a relic, waiting to be either plucked or rust away? Maybe I’m overthinking this lost…but maybe I’m being realistic. After all, I threw almost everything I had at Xavier and it simply wasn’t enough. Maybe it was wise of EWC to only give me a three year contract…just like how wise it should be if they decide to not extend it…
Hm? I’ve got a text message.
I lift my head up to reach my phone and bring it over to look at what the message is. Oh, it’s just a message about the next FSW card. Everyone on the roster gets these. So what match am I in? The main event again? Cool. So a tag team match pitting Magdalena Lockheart and Stephen Kingston against myself and………Hatchet Gully.
“What…the…fuck?”
act 2
“There is no present without days of future’s past…”
With those words in our heads we find ourselves inside a library as in the furthest corner of this library, in a wooden chair, is the former FSW Champion herself, Otaki. She is currently wearing some kind of schoolgirl outfit, the kind found in an Anne Summers store, as she lowers a book she happens to be reading to look directly at us.
“Don’t you think so? After all, where would this top tier main event be without the history that proceed it? What do I mean, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. I have consistent history with every person in this upcoming tag team match. Take my ‘partner’, Hatchet Gully, for example. He inadvertently helped me overcome an eight month losing streak and I repaid the favour by taking advantage of his offer to ‘steal’ the FSW Championship from his hands. Then he went ahead and put a bounty on me, with the purpose of mentally breaking me apart, yet I managed to overcome this to best him not once…but twice. So to say that he and I have bad history would be quite a considerate understatement. So how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
She ask with a doubtful shake of her head before turning a page of her book.
“Who is Mister Kingston? Stephen Kingston of course. The man who is all ‘No Gimmicks Needed’. The man who was seemingly unstoppable. And the man who was so great that many thought it was simply a matter of time before he takes over FSW. But instead he ended up becoming the man who was forgotten. The man who faded to obscurity. And the man who blended into the background until Magdalena offered him a chance of being noticed again. What has ever happened to Mister Kingston to fall this hard and fast? Oh yeah…I happened. I took noticed of Stephen, I told him that he’d be fun and, when it came to the night I became FSW Champion, I pinned him. I ended his undefeated streak, I ended his aura of invincibility and the legend of Stephen Kingston collapsed. So clearly he’ll want revenge against me, right? And add in his current loyalty to Maggie, how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
Again that question leaves her lips as The Emo Princess turns the page once more before sighing softly in slight discontent.
“And then the Champ, the FSW Champion, Magdalena Lockheart…yeah, we have quite an interesting history. Why? Because I was the person who welcomed her into FSW with a main event debut, which she managed to win. Then she outperformed me in the FSW versus Prime elimination match and then, to top it off, I became the one she defeated to become the FSW Champion. So…if anything…it’s kind of my fault why she was not only handed a spot on Rampage but also feels worthy of the name ‘Princess of FSW’. So I guess I’m sorry for that, heh…but in all seriousness, other than one moment of luck, I have yet to get the upper hand over Miss Lockheart. Does she have my number? Maybe she does. And she has yet to be pinned or made to submit since that very debut last year.
So how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
The milky skinned competitor ask more loudly this time. Immediately stopping to glance around nervously, possibly to avoid being spotted by a librarian, before smirking more confidently.
“But there is something about history that can sometimes surprise even the steadiest of minds…”
She turns the book to reveal a picture of herself and Hatchet being victorious inside the Wiener Stadthalle.
“It can sometimes repeat itself. For it was in there, over a year ago, that me and Mister Gully were forced to team together to face a team of Stephen Kingston and a Rampage bound competitor. Clearly the images shows that we were successful on that night…but what differences are there between this date and our upcoming match this Sunday? It’ll main event FSW again, the FSW Champion is involved in the match and me and Hatchet will have to force ourselves to coexist again. We managed to do it back then and you never know…
Sometimes old enemies are the only people you can succeed with. After all, we both have our own reason for wanting to win this match. While Hatchet’s reason might be to relaunch his Championship hunt, I want to…no…I need to win this match to overcome the ever growing chip on my shoulder and silence the voices in my head that keeps yelling ‘you can’t do it’, ‘Maggie will always be better than you’ and ‘you are in the way of The Future’.”
The Purple Haired Dynamo sharpens her eyes directly at us as she slams the book shut and slowly get up to her feet.
“You two think that you’re ‘The Future’, Magdalena Lockheart and Stephen Kingston? Well then I guess it’s time for me to remind ignorant people like you why I’m ‘The Future of Professional Wrestling’.”
Coldly departs the Englishwoman’s lips. Shortly afterwards she places the book down on the seat she was originally in before walking past us to leave, leaving us with the hardcover tome being the last image we see.
With those words in our heads we find ourselves inside a library as in the furthest corner of this library, in a wooden chair, is the former FSW Champion herself, Otaki. She is currently wearing some kind of schoolgirl outfit, the kind found in an Anne Summers store, as she lowers a book she happens to be reading to look directly at us.
“Don’t you think so? After all, where would this top tier main event be without the history that proceed it? What do I mean, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. I have consistent history with every person in this upcoming tag team match. Take my ‘partner’, Hatchet Gully, for example. He inadvertently helped me overcome an eight month losing streak and I repaid the favour by taking advantage of his offer to ‘steal’ the FSW Championship from his hands. Then he went ahead and put a bounty on me, with the purpose of mentally breaking me apart, yet I managed to overcome this to best him not once…but twice. So to say that he and I have bad history would be quite a considerate understatement. So how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
She ask with a doubtful shake of her head before turning a page of her book.
“Who is Mister Kingston? Stephen Kingston of course. The man who is all ‘No Gimmicks Needed’. The man who was seemingly unstoppable. And the man who was so great that many thought it was simply a matter of time before he takes over FSW. But instead he ended up becoming the man who was forgotten. The man who faded to obscurity. And the man who blended into the background until Magdalena offered him a chance of being noticed again. What has ever happened to Mister Kingston to fall this hard and fast? Oh yeah…I happened. I took noticed of Stephen, I told him that he’d be fun and, when it came to the night I became FSW Champion, I pinned him. I ended his undefeated streak, I ended his aura of invincibility and the legend of Stephen Kingston collapsed. So clearly he’ll want revenge against me, right? And add in his current loyalty to Maggie, how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
Again that question leaves her lips as The Emo Princess turns the page once more before sighing softly in slight discontent.
“And then the Champ, the FSW Champion, Magdalena Lockheart…yeah, we have quite an interesting history. Why? Because I was the person who welcomed her into FSW with a main event debut, which she managed to win. Then she outperformed me in the FSW versus Prime elimination match and then, to top it off, I became the one she defeated to become the FSW Champion. So…if anything…it’s kind of my fault why she was not only handed a spot on Rampage but also feels worthy of the name ‘Princess of FSW’. So I guess I’m sorry for that, heh…but in all seriousness, other than one moment of luck, I have yet to get the upper hand over Miss Lockheart. Does she have my number? Maybe she does. And she has yet to be pinned or made to submit since that very debut last year.
So how can anyone expect us to successfully team up against the Champ and Mister Kingston?”
The milky skinned competitor ask more loudly this time. Immediately stopping to glance around nervously, possibly to avoid being spotted by a librarian, before smirking more confidently.
“But there is something about history that can sometimes surprise even the steadiest of minds…”
She turns the book to reveal a picture of herself and Hatchet being victorious inside the Wiener Stadthalle.
“It can sometimes repeat itself. For it was in there, over a year ago, that me and Mister Gully were forced to team together to face a team of Stephen Kingston and a Rampage bound competitor. Clearly the images shows that we were successful on that night…but what differences are there between this date and our upcoming match this Sunday? It’ll main event FSW again, the FSW Champion is involved in the match and me and Hatchet will have to force ourselves to coexist again. We managed to do it back then and you never know…
Sometimes old enemies are the only people you can succeed with. After all, we both have our own reason for wanting to win this match. While Hatchet’s reason might be to relaunch his Championship hunt, I want to…no…I need to win this match to overcome the ever growing chip on my shoulder and silence the voices in my head that keeps yelling ‘you can’t do it’, ‘Maggie will always be better than you’ and ‘you are in the way of The Future’.”
The Purple Haired Dynamo sharpens her eyes directly at us as she slams the book shut and slowly get up to her feet.
“You two think that you’re ‘The Future’, Magdalena Lockheart and Stephen Kingston? Well then I guess it’s time for me to remind ignorant people like you why I’m ‘The Future of Professional Wrestling’.”
Coldly departs the Englishwoman’s lips. Shortly afterwards she places the book down on the seat she was originally in before walking past us to leave, leaving us with the hardcover tome being the last image we see.