Post by MasterEvil on Feb 25, 2018 0:06:06 GMT
“To say that my first match back didn’t go as I have hoped would probably be considered an understatement.”
Hurls itself into our ears as the scene opens up in a department store of some kind. Why are we here? Because, currently holding a box of cereal, is The Emo Princess herself, Otaki as she examines the box for a couple more moments before moving over to put in inside a trolley. Maybe the Englishwoman, in a pair of black leather pants and an Avenged Sevenfold shirt, is currently doing some shopping as she begins to push the trolley along.
“However, like all great stories, rebirths don’t happen within one day. They happen over a span of life. From the humblest of beginnings to the grandest of penultimate finales before going off to a happy ending, like Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit…just like how my defeat to Chris Matthews was simply the humble beginning to my rebirth and Battle of Calgary will mark the beginning of my journey towards some WWH Championship gold. Hell I couldn’t help but sign up for the ‘Battel of Calgary’ rumble the moment I heard that the winner of it gets a Title shot of their choosing. What? You think I’m being too ambitious in merely believing that I could be the one who outlast the twenty-nine others? Well look all the other people who are in this match. Every single one of them believe that they’ll be the one who wins. So why can’t I?”
Arriving in one of the aisles the Purple Haired Dynamo stops by one of the sides and begin to look through items like cocoa power, flour and sugar.
“Is it because I am so inconsistent throughout my time here that no one can have faith in me? How long has Damage in WWH and what has he done in that time? And has Gary Black done anything remotely similar to when he won the WWH Championship years ago? And what about Chris Matthews? Yes, he did defeat me at HellsGate but he has been more up and down than a Magikarp spamming Splash. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if some random berk, maybe even John Blade, manages to Mega Kick his behind over the top rope and down to the floor. Yet they all think that they can win this rumble…
So why can’t I think so?
Is it because I’m not that well known of a name compared to others who have entered and won this bout, let alone the people who are currently filling this rumble? What about the not one or two, but six mystery entrants that people are already wondering if they’re debuts or surprise returns, let alone wondering who they are. But while others are wondering who they are, I’m simply deciding on how to overcome them. For, during both the Battle of Assaye and the Battle of Waterloo, the First Duke of Wellington didn’t know too much about his opposition and yet – though there was a struggle – he managed to be victorious against them by adapting to and mastering the battlefield. Which I will definitely be more than capable of doing to overcome all six of them.
So why can’t I win?
Is it because my desire to enter the rumble at number one? After all, when has anyone in WWH ever won this match from number one? The again, who in this match has ever won a WWH royal rumble? Your silence is the answer. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to survive a rumble. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to thrive in a rumble. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to conquer a rumble. The key words of my points were ‘almost nobody’ because, while I can’t speak any of those twenty-nine others, I have won a rumble by myself in the past. I know how to survive, thrive and conquer a rumble. Be it feigning cowardice, fighting like a mad person or even through false alliances I will find a way to win this Battle of Calgary rumble.
So why can’t I seem to convince you?”
Throughout her words the Englishwoman probes each shelf for a specific item. Her eyes never once looking over at us, other than the momentary glance as she lowers more and more chocolates and sweets down into the trolley. However the moment she asks her last question the milky skinned entrant pulls out some rope from a different shelf. An almost devious look etches itself across her young face as she slips the item into her trolley before continuing through the store. Only stopping when she enters an aisle with hardcover books filling out the shelves.
“Could it be because of some of the apparently amazing talents in this match? Like what about this Lara Chambers woman? Considering that she’s a scouser then it wouldn’t be surprising if she’s thuggish, steal tires and acts tough to look cool. Then again it would be a surprise since whenever I try to ask about her what I keep hearing ‘first ever cross brand fighter’ this and ‘first ever cross brand fighter’ that…it’s almost as if she ain’t done much else worth worrying about. Oh sure she has the size advantage over me and, according to how highly others speak of her, Miss Chambers clearly has an experience edge. Maybe I should also be concerned by her current undefeated streak…right? But there is something about streaks…they don’t last forever. And, in an environment like a rumble, she ain’t going to be able to focus on one person…she has to focus on fighting the world and nothing, absolutely nothing, she has done since joining WWH has shown me that this ‘Doomsday Diva’ can cope in such an environment.
However someone I know for sure has more than enough ability to cope in such an environment is Alicia Lukas. You know, that woman who simply loves to mention how long her Title reigns are, as if afraid of people forgetting who she is if she doesn’t mention it every third day of the week. Though I doubt anyone can forget her anyway…after all, she’s arguably the greatest female wrestler in all WWH. So great in fact that she inspired loads of talented women to not only join the company but also made the Women’s World Championship a top tier belt. So it is quite understandable why she can be considered with the type of grandeur one Horatio Nelson, a superb tactician who have masterminded victory after victory at sea, just like how Miss Lukas has masterminded victory after victory in the ring. But what happened to Nelson? Eventually, upon a flood of adversary in the Battle of Trafalgar, he died from a gun wound. And guess what? In this Battle of Calgary she’ll get to be Nelson and I’ll get to be the marksman who shoots her down.”
Confidently departs from Otaki’s lips as she even pulls out some kind of firearm magazine when mentioning a ‘marksman’ before chuckling softly. However this confident aura slowly dissolves into one of caution and weariness as she moves onwards in the supermarket.
“Almost like how I got shot down in Winnipeg by Chris Matthews. A sicker, more sadistic, version of a man I called my friend. I will admit that I should have taken him more seriously than I did…a factor he was more than capable of making me regret such a mistake. So when I see him I’ll make extra sure to show my gratitude for such a lesson by being the one who eliminates him from rumble. What? Does he expect some help from me? Nonono, I haven’t forgotten his claim of wanting to kill me. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I ain’t the type to let something like that slide. Instead I’m the type of person who’ll take pure pleasure in putting him in the type of agony that’d make Ramsay Bolton torturing Theon look rated PG before getting rid of him. Hell, the fact he’ll be in a match earlier in the night should make such a thing a little bit easier for me.
However someone who might not be easy is the debuting Mercedes Vargas. Why could she be a problem? Could it be because her vast experience? Could it be the library of success she carries with her? Or could it be because she’s from the dodgiest country in the world? Maybe some of them…but not mainly any of them. The biggest problem she poses to me is simply this, she has defeated me in the past. Maybe it is stupid to worry about such little things but Winston Churchill didn’t win World War Two without exercising caution but also choosing his battles and strategies wisely. She has beaten me before when I was a wee bit lost and I’ve got an aching feeling that she may pull a similar rabbit out from her hat in this rumble if allowed to. So, like Winston, I’ll need get to gather my luck and align them with the millions of strategies that is rampaging through my mind to annihilate this possibility.”
While her voice reveals her caution and weariness, her wording also indicates an occasion moment of venom, as if some kind of crueller desire is trying to slither its way out. The moment her words come out the Pallet Town native suddenly snaps to a stop, let’s go of her trolley and slump the back of her short yet curvaceous body against the nearest shelf.
“Wellington…Nelson…Churchill…why am I mentioning British war heroes of the past? Because no matter what many others may want to say, from those in attendance to anyone else in the match who I haven’t mentioned, at the end of the way this entire match can be summarised to simply one word:
War.”
A chilling touch can be felt going up our spine from the way Miss Treamon says that single word as both her hands move up to run through her purple locks.
“And though against great numbers – and greater odds – they stood their suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, they took arms against the sea of troubles and they overcame said adversary to emerge from their battles victorious. So this Sunday, in the Battle of Calgary, I’ll bring forth the three lions heart that pump blood through all their veins and use their knowledge, expertise and adaptability to be the commander who leaves this battle so heroically that I’ll be summoned for the next Holy Grail War.”
Her words sound more like mumbles as her eyes seem almost lost in a thousand different feelings as she starts deathly serious yet finish her words with a familiar sense of childish enthusiasm before her face breaks into an almost vacant stare as she tilts her head to look over at us.
“But why should anyone expect anyone like me to win over any of them? After all-”
She stops for a moment to pull her iPhone from her pocket and tap on the screen a few times before turning the device around to reveal what is on the screen…
“-some think that I am never will be. So what do I have that gives me the edge over them? I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bruised and only a day or two ago I got knocked out in a MMA fight. Hell, I still have a faint bruise on my right cheek as evidence of such a hit. But what do I think of myself? I think myself as one who’ll enter this match and the one who’ll walk out as the last person standing. Why is that? Why do I think that?”
She now taps on the screen a couple more times to reveal the following tweet on the screen.
“I am nobody special or super…but I don’t need to be any of those things. It’s like what Bruce Wayne said…a hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hasn’t ended…and this Sunday, during our war, it’ll be hero time for even a nobody like me…”
Comes out in an almost nonsensible manner as not long after them Otaki slips her phone into her pocket pushes herself off the shelf before going pass us and disappearing from sight, leaving us around with the trolley – which is suspiciously missing the rope from earlier – in the process.
Hurls itself into our ears as the scene opens up in a department store of some kind. Why are we here? Because, currently holding a box of cereal, is The Emo Princess herself, Otaki as she examines the box for a couple more moments before moving over to put in inside a trolley. Maybe the Englishwoman, in a pair of black leather pants and an Avenged Sevenfold shirt, is currently doing some shopping as she begins to push the trolley along.
“However, like all great stories, rebirths don’t happen within one day. They happen over a span of life. From the humblest of beginnings to the grandest of penultimate finales before going off to a happy ending, like Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit…just like how my defeat to Chris Matthews was simply the humble beginning to my rebirth and Battle of Calgary will mark the beginning of my journey towards some WWH Championship gold. Hell I couldn’t help but sign up for the ‘Battel of Calgary’ rumble the moment I heard that the winner of it gets a Title shot of their choosing. What? You think I’m being too ambitious in merely believing that I could be the one who outlast the twenty-nine others? Well look all the other people who are in this match. Every single one of them believe that they’ll be the one who wins. So why can’t I?”
Arriving in one of the aisles the Purple Haired Dynamo stops by one of the sides and begin to look through items like cocoa power, flour and sugar.
“Is it because I am so inconsistent throughout my time here that no one can have faith in me? How long has Damage in WWH and what has he done in that time? And has Gary Black done anything remotely similar to when he won the WWH Championship years ago? And what about Chris Matthews? Yes, he did defeat me at HellsGate but he has been more up and down than a Magikarp spamming Splash. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me at all if some random berk, maybe even John Blade, manages to Mega Kick his behind over the top rope and down to the floor. Yet they all think that they can win this rumble…
So why can’t I think so?
Is it because I’m not that well known of a name compared to others who have entered and won this bout, let alone the people who are currently filling this rumble? What about the not one or two, but six mystery entrants that people are already wondering if they’re debuts or surprise returns, let alone wondering who they are. But while others are wondering who they are, I’m simply deciding on how to overcome them. For, during both the Battle of Assaye and the Battle of Waterloo, the First Duke of Wellington didn’t know too much about his opposition and yet – though there was a struggle – he managed to be victorious against them by adapting to and mastering the battlefield. Which I will definitely be more than capable of doing to overcome all six of them.
So why can’t I win?
Is it because my desire to enter the rumble at number one? After all, when has anyone in WWH ever won this match from number one? The again, who in this match has ever won a WWH royal rumble? Your silence is the answer. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to survive a rumble. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to thrive in a rumble. Almost nobody here knows what it takes to conquer a rumble. The key words of my points were ‘almost nobody’ because, while I can’t speak any of those twenty-nine others, I have won a rumble by myself in the past. I know how to survive, thrive and conquer a rumble. Be it feigning cowardice, fighting like a mad person or even through false alliances I will find a way to win this Battle of Calgary rumble.
So why can’t I seem to convince you?”
Throughout her words the Englishwoman probes each shelf for a specific item. Her eyes never once looking over at us, other than the momentary glance as she lowers more and more chocolates and sweets down into the trolley. However the moment she asks her last question the milky skinned entrant pulls out some rope from a different shelf. An almost devious look etches itself across her young face as she slips the item into her trolley before continuing through the store. Only stopping when she enters an aisle with hardcover books filling out the shelves.
“Could it be because of some of the apparently amazing talents in this match? Like what about this Lara Chambers woman? Considering that she’s a scouser then it wouldn’t be surprising if she’s thuggish, steal tires and acts tough to look cool. Then again it would be a surprise since whenever I try to ask about her what I keep hearing ‘first ever cross brand fighter’ this and ‘first ever cross brand fighter’ that…it’s almost as if she ain’t done much else worth worrying about. Oh sure she has the size advantage over me and, according to how highly others speak of her, Miss Chambers clearly has an experience edge. Maybe I should also be concerned by her current undefeated streak…right? But there is something about streaks…they don’t last forever. And, in an environment like a rumble, she ain’t going to be able to focus on one person…she has to focus on fighting the world and nothing, absolutely nothing, she has done since joining WWH has shown me that this ‘Doomsday Diva’ can cope in such an environment.
However someone I know for sure has more than enough ability to cope in such an environment is Alicia Lukas. You know, that woman who simply loves to mention how long her Title reigns are, as if afraid of people forgetting who she is if she doesn’t mention it every third day of the week. Though I doubt anyone can forget her anyway…after all, she’s arguably the greatest female wrestler in all WWH. So great in fact that she inspired loads of talented women to not only join the company but also made the Women’s World Championship a top tier belt. So it is quite understandable why she can be considered with the type of grandeur one Horatio Nelson, a superb tactician who have masterminded victory after victory at sea, just like how Miss Lukas has masterminded victory after victory in the ring. But what happened to Nelson? Eventually, upon a flood of adversary in the Battle of Trafalgar, he died from a gun wound. And guess what? In this Battle of Calgary she’ll get to be Nelson and I’ll get to be the marksman who shoots her down.”
Confidently departs from Otaki’s lips as she even pulls out some kind of firearm magazine when mentioning a ‘marksman’ before chuckling softly. However this confident aura slowly dissolves into one of caution and weariness as she moves onwards in the supermarket.
“Almost like how I got shot down in Winnipeg by Chris Matthews. A sicker, more sadistic, version of a man I called my friend. I will admit that I should have taken him more seriously than I did…a factor he was more than capable of making me regret such a mistake. So when I see him I’ll make extra sure to show my gratitude for such a lesson by being the one who eliminates him from rumble. What? Does he expect some help from me? Nonono, I haven’t forgotten his claim of wanting to kill me. Oh no, oh no, oh no. I ain’t the type to let something like that slide. Instead I’m the type of person who’ll take pure pleasure in putting him in the type of agony that’d make Ramsay Bolton torturing Theon look rated PG before getting rid of him. Hell, the fact he’ll be in a match earlier in the night should make such a thing a little bit easier for me.
However someone who might not be easy is the debuting Mercedes Vargas. Why could she be a problem? Could it be because her vast experience? Could it be the library of success she carries with her? Or could it be because she’s from the dodgiest country in the world? Maybe some of them…but not mainly any of them. The biggest problem she poses to me is simply this, she has defeated me in the past. Maybe it is stupid to worry about such little things but Winston Churchill didn’t win World War Two without exercising caution but also choosing his battles and strategies wisely. She has beaten me before when I was a wee bit lost and I’ve got an aching feeling that she may pull a similar rabbit out from her hat in this rumble if allowed to. So, like Winston, I’ll need get to gather my luck and align them with the millions of strategies that is rampaging through my mind to annihilate this possibility.”
While her voice reveals her caution and weariness, her wording also indicates an occasion moment of venom, as if some kind of crueller desire is trying to slither its way out. The moment her words come out the Pallet Town native suddenly snaps to a stop, let’s go of her trolley and slump the back of her short yet curvaceous body against the nearest shelf.
“Wellington…Nelson…Churchill…why am I mentioning British war heroes of the past? Because no matter what many others may want to say, from those in attendance to anyone else in the match who I haven’t mentioned, at the end of the way this entire match can be summarised to simply one word:
War.”
A chilling touch can be felt going up our spine from the way Miss Treamon says that single word as both her hands move up to run through her purple locks.
“And though against great numbers – and greater odds – they stood their suffered the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, they took arms against the sea of troubles and they overcame said adversary to emerge from their battles victorious. So this Sunday, in the Battle of Calgary, I’ll bring forth the three lions heart that pump blood through all their veins and use their knowledge, expertise and adaptability to be the commander who leaves this battle so heroically that I’ll be summoned for the next Holy Grail War.”
Her words sound more like mumbles as her eyes seem almost lost in a thousand different feelings as she starts deathly serious yet finish her words with a familiar sense of childish enthusiasm before her face breaks into an almost vacant stare as she tilts her head to look over at us.
“But why should anyone expect anyone like me to win over any of them? After all-”
She stops for a moment to pull her iPhone from her pocket and tap on the screen a few times before turning the device around to reveal what is on the screen…
“-some think that I am never will be. So what do I have that gives me the edge over them? I’ve been beaten, I’ve been bruised and only a day or two ago I got knocked out in a MMA fight. Hell, I still have a faint bruise on my right cheek as evidence of such a hit. But what do I think of myself? I think myself as one who’ll enter this match and the one who’ll walk out as the last person standing. Why is that? Why do I think that?”
She now taps on the screen a couple more times to reveal the following tweet on the screen.
“I am nobody special or super…but I don’t need to be any of those things. It’s like what Bruce Wayne said…a hero can be anyone, even a man doing something as simple and reassuring as putting a coat around a little boy’s shoulders to let him know that the world hasn’t ended…and this Sunday, during our war, it’ll be hero time for even a nobody like me…”
Comes out in an almost nonsensible manner as not long after them Otaki slips her phone into her pocket pushes herself off the shelf before going pass us and disappearing from sight, leaving us around with the trolley – which is suspiciously missing the rope from earlier – in the process.