Post by MasterEvil on Feb 24, 2018 3:49:17 GMT
act 1
act 2
“HHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”
ONE!!!
TTTTWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEE!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!
I…I did it. I won…after such a hellacious war I managed to pin Stephen Kingston to the mat. But at last I did it. I finally got a victory over Magdalena Lockheart. Her first defeat of the year as well. I did it…wow…I want to become FSW Champion again and I managed to get victory over her, first time in approximately six months. Sure, it was only a tag team match and I didn’t pin her. No one has yet to do that. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this victory is a great first step as I start making my way up the ramp. Better head off home back to Shan-
“Yay! You won!”
I couldn’t help but look over at the origin of the voice before smiling softly at sight of an enthusiastically cheerful child.
“Hey there. You like that, didn’t you?”
“Yep! Yep!”
“Just you wait until two weeks from now when I defeat Criss Cassidy and for Stranglemania when I win my FSW Championship back.”
I confidently declare to the young boy before taking one of the Pokéballs off my belt and handing it over to him. I couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he looks while accepting my gift as I start to head up the ramp. I will win against Criss Cassidy. And I will win back my FSW Champion from Magdalena. Not just for me…but also for fans like this boy. I won’t let them down…
Not anymore.
ONE!!!
TTTTWWWOOOO!!!
TTTTTHHHHHRRRRREEEEEE!!!!
DING DING DING!!!!
I…I did it. I won…after such a hellacious war I managed to pin Stephen Kingston to the mat. But at last I did it. I finally got a victory over Magdalena Lockheart. Her first defeat of the year as well. I did it…wow…I want to become FSW Champion again and I managed to get victory over her, first time in approximately six months. Sure, it was only a tag team match and I didn’t pin her. No one has yet to do that. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and this victory is a great first step as I start making my way up the ramp. Better head off home back to Shan-
“Yay! You won!”
I couldn’t help but look over at the origin of the voice before smiling softly at sight of an enthusiastically cheerful child.
“Hey there. You like that, didn’t you?”
“Yep! Yep!”
“Just you wait until two weeks from now when I defeat Criss Cassidy and for Stranglemania when I win my FSW Championship back.”
I confidently declare to the young boy before taking one of the Pokéballs off my belt and handing it over to him. I couldn’t help but giggle at how sweet he looks while accepting my gift as I start to head up the ramp. I will win against Criss Cassidy. And I will win back my FSW Champion from Magdalena. Not just for me…but also for fans like this boy. I won’t let them down…
Not anymore.
act 2
The scene buzzes to life to find us opposite an already set up steel holding chair in a seemingly empty locker room. Why are we here? We’re going to find out why very quickly as appearing into view is the former FSW Champion known as Otaki. Already in her ring attire the Purple Haired Dynamo sits her battered and bruised body down on the chair with a soft sigh before looking down towards us with a smirk upon her beaten face.
“What a busy night I’ve had tonight, at CGFC’s Allegiance…well I guess that should be pretty obvious that I got my bum handed to me in the cage. But that is one defeat I plan on bouncing back from, especially at New Mexico when I solve the dilemma known as Criss Cassidy not once but twice. After all, a two out of three falls match requires me to outsmart him twice in one night. And while he has shown off his ace and pulled his rabbit from his hat…
My hat is nowhere near empty.
For while warriors often end up throwing everything they have to achieve that one victory…such a common strategy tends to fail rather spectacularly at this kind of bout for such foolish warriors will end up tiring themselves out…and end up being easy pickings for those who are wise enough to pace themselves at a consistent fashion. Not sure about Crissy Wissy but one does not become an over two hundred day long Champion without knowing to pacing yourself and being cunning enough outsmart one’s opponent.”
The milky skinned competitor tries to chuckle softly but ends up coughing out some blood, hunching over a little from how violent her cough is. With both her arms wrapping around her waist The Emo Princess slowly raises her head back up to look at us with blood going down her chin.
“But it’ll clearly take more than just a simple trick to outsmart you, wouldn’t it Criss? I will admit that though angry at the way you defeated me back in Sweden, I was equally impressed. I mean, a bag of powder? I’ve been through many things but never expected such a trick from someone like you. Now that…that was pretty fucking smart-”
The Englishwoman tries to smuggle a chuckle out with her words but ends up finding herself clutching herself and gritting her teeth as the pain shooting through her forces the Brit to lean a little more forward while the blood drips from her chin down to the floor.
“-bloody intelligent if anything. No wonder you managed to defeat the Champion over at Prime and James Larson right before I challenged you to this kind of match. But do you want to know the reason why I want this kind of match? Because, while I am impressed by your smartness, I did say that I was – or better put still – angry at the way you threw powder onto my face. Does that make me a hypocrite? Not when I know that you’ve been angry from my mist since the first FSW this year. And so, rather understandable, I want to be able to vent that very anger out.”
Another pained look explodes across her youthful face as Miss Treamon leans back and take a deep, breathless sounding, breath before continuing.
“Why not a match where I can use weapons?
Because you see, Criss
For while I’m sure that the people of New Mexico would love to see that
I ain’t a damn fool
For while anger can be perfect ammunition
It can be a threat
So by having a match where I can afford a mistake
I remove that threat
And by removing that threat I don’t need to worry too much about it
As I destroy you
And put a permanent end to the tale that people call…
The Second Coming.”
Poetically yet darkly leaves The Emo Princess’ lips as not only does her eyes sharpen their gaze upon us but she also lean forward towards us to give us a better view of her face.
“Truth be told I would be lying if I said that powder was the only reason I’m feeling angry is from that powder stunt. Nonono…if anything that is the tip of my iceberg of rage that is awaiting your titanic of a future. Why, oh why, oh why? Because of one thing you did…or more accurately said…two weeks ago in Phoenix. If anything I was just able to fully calm down from being outsmarted by your powder and was ready to simply challenge you just to prove to myself that I am still capable of becoming FSW Champion again.
But then you did it. You did the thing. You said the word. You said it back in Phoenix. What is that word?
‘Cinderella’…”
Snarls from the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she clutches herself a little harder.
“It ain’t no secret that one of my biggest accomplishments was winning Rumble in the Bronx two years ago, which is understandable since I am only the second of only two women to achieve this. From that night some of my fans dared to call me ‘The Cinderella of Professional Wrestling’ for such a moment can be considered a miracle. Guess what happened afterwards? I lost…I choked…I suffered defeat after defeat, after defeat, for eight months straight. Eight whole months of letting everyone down…my fans, myself and my family. Disappointment…that is the perfect word to describe me and the darkest eight months of my professional career.
So the mere mentioning of that word not only reminds me of such a continuous failure, but also brings back eight months of aching sadness, eight months of claustrophobic despair and eight months of fiery anger out from deep within.
So you see, Mister Cassidy, the moment you said ‘Cinderella’ was the moment you signed your death warrant…and, I ain’t going to lie, I might end up finding some enjoyment taking advantage of two out of three falls to vent out as much anger…rage…frustration as possible.”
Slowly seethes from the milky skinned woman’s mouth, choosing to stop looking at us for a moment to shake her head before moving her right hand away from her waist and up her face.
“But like I what I’ve been trying to say earlier…neither power, anger nor explosiveness will win a two out of three falls match. No…instead it is a physical and mental battle of the chess…and at New Mexico I’m going to get the final checkmate…”
The Englishwoman runs said hand through her hair, revealing that she has smudged the blood up the right side of her face – effectively painting almost half her face red – as a smirk re-emerges upon her stained features.
“So, until that moment, it’s your move.”
Once those words sharply departs her lips Otaki winces in pain as she forces herself up to her feet before hobbling her way over to her bag to start packing her stuff. No rest for the weary perhaps?
“What a busy night I’ve had tonight, at CGFC’s Allegiance…well I guess that should be pretty obvious that I got my bum handed to me in the cage. But that is one defeat I plan on bouncing back from, especially at New Mexico when I solve the dilemma known as Criss Cassidy not once but twice. After all, a two out of three falls match requires me to outsmart him twice in one night. And while he has shown off his ace and pulled his rabbit from his hat…
My hat is nowhere near empty.
For while warriors often end up throwing everything they have to achieve that one victory…such a common strategy tends to fail rather spectacularly at this kind of bout for such foolish warriors will end up tiring themselves out…and end up being easy pickings for those who are wise enough to pace themselves at a consistent fashion. Not sure about Crissy Wissy but one does not become an over two hundred day long Champion without knowing to pacing yourself and being cunning enough outsmart one’s opponent.”
The milky skinned competitor tries to chuckle softly but ends up coughing out some blood, hunching over a little from how violent her cough is. With both her arms wrapping around her waist The Emo Princess slowly raises her head back up to look at us with blood going down her chin.
“But it’ll clearly take more than just a simple trick to outsmart you, wouldn’t it Criss? I will admit that though angry at the way you defeated me back in Sweden, I was equally impressed. I mean, a bag of powder? I’ve been through many things but never expected such a trick from someone like you. Now that…that was pretty fucking smart-”
The Englishwoman tries to smuggle a chuckle out with her words but ends up finding herself clutching herself and gritting her teeth as the pain shooting through her forces the Brit to lean a little more forward while the blood drips from her chin down to the floor.
“-bloody intelligent if anything. No wonder you managed to defeat the Champion over at Prime and James Larson right before I challenged you to this kind of match. But do you want to know the reason why I want this kind of match? Because, while I am impressed by your smartness, I did say that I was – or better put still – angry at the way you threw powder onto my face. Does that make me a hypocrite? Not when I know that you’ve been angry from my mist since the first FSW this year. And so, rather understandable, I want to be able to vent that very anger out.”
Another pained look explodes across her youthful face as Miss Treamon leans back and take a deep, breathless sounding, breath before continuing.
“Why not a match where I can use weapons?
Because you see, Criss
For while I’m sure that the people of New Mexico would love to see that
I ain’t a damn fool
For while anger can be perfect ammunition
It can be a threat
So by having a match where I can afford a mistake
I remove that threat
And by removing that threat I don’t need to worry too much about it
As I destroy you
And put a permanent end to the tale that people call…
The Second Coming.”
Poetically yet darkly leaves The Emo Princess’ lips as not only does her eyes sharpen their gaze upon us but she also lean forward towards us to give us a better view of her face.
“Truth be told I would be lying if I said that powder was the only reason I’m feeling angry is from that powder stunt. Nonono…if anything that is the tip of my iceberg of rage that is awaiting your titanic of a future. Why, oh why, oh why? Because of one thing you did…or more accurately said…two weeks ago in Phoenix. If anything I was just able to fully calm down from being outsmarted by your powder and was ready to simply challenge you just to prove to myself that I am still capable of becoming FSW Champion again.
But then you did it. You did the thing. You said the word. You said it back in Phoenix. What is that word?
‘Cinderella’…”
Snarls from the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she clutches herself a little harder.
“It ain’t no secret that one of my biggest accomplishments was winning Rumble in the Bronx two years ago, which is understandable since I am only the second of only two women to achieve this. From that night some of my fans dared to call me ‘The Cinderella of Professional Wrestling’ for such a moment can be considered a miracle. Guess what happened afterwards? I lost…I choked…I suffered defeat after defeat, after defeat, for eight months straight. Eight whole months of letting everyone down…my fans, myself and my family. Disappointment…that is the perfect word to describe me and the darkest eight months of my professional career.
So the mere mentioning of that word not only reminds me of such a continuous failure, but also brings back eight months of aching sadness, eight months of claustrophobic despair and eight months of fiery anger out from deep within.
So you see, Mister Cassidy, the moment you said ‘Cinderella’ was the moment you signed your death warrant…and, I ain’t going to lie, I might end up finding some enjoyment taking advantage of two out of three falls to vent out as much anger…rage…frustration as possible.”
Slowly seethes from the milky skinned woman’s mouth, choosing to stop looking at us for a moment to shake her head before moving her right hand away from her waist and up her face.
“But like I what I’ve been trying to say earlier…neither power, anger nor explosiveness will win a two out of three falls match. No…instead it is a physical and mental battle of the chess…and at New Mexico I’m going to get the final checkmate…”
The Englishwoman runs said hand through her hair, revealing that she has smudged the blood up the right side of her face – effectively painting almost half her face red – as a smirk re-emerges upon her stained features.
“So, until that moment, it’s your move.”
Once those words sharply departs her lips Otaki winces in pain as she forces herself up to her feet before hobbling her way over to her bag to start packing her stuff. No rest for the weary perhaps?