Post by MasterEvil on Feb 25, 2018 4:49:14 GMT
Only a few days until my match against Lucy Wylde…in her comfort zone of Unified Global Wrestling Coalition. The last time I faced off against somebody at their own place was against some Roxi girl in LAW and I ended up getting choked out. Maybe Sophie was right when she once called me a ‘never will be’ on Twitter. Maybe I’m belittling my wrestling career too much…but what exactly have I done since Magdalena defeated me for the FSW Championship? I can’t consistently build momentum. Hell, I can’t seem to win a match as well as I use to be able to. Maybe everyone is simply getting better? Or maybe I’m simply getting worse? Maybe I’ll never win success again…maybe I end up always losing…wouldn’t be too much different from the start of last year.
Little Sarah is asleep in her cot so I better not wake her up. So instead I went into the bathroom and began to slowly undress myself, hopefully a shower will help to cool myself down. The top and jeans were easy to take off, so were the bra and panties, as - once I was naked - I stepped into the shower, turned the dial and felt the water launch itself down upon my body. I’m not sure why but the downpour of the liquid against my body feel ever so relaxing but it just does. Maybe it sounds weird…maybe it doesn’t. I’m not fully sure as…
“Surprise!”
HOLY SHIT! Oh god I just squealed in surprised at the sudden realisation that somebody must have managed to get in when I wasn’t looking. The moment I looked over my shoulder I was greeted by the ever so familiar smiling face my fiancée Shannon Treamon. She must have entered and stripped while the pouring of the water blocked out my hearing. I could easily guess the latter from how it felt to have her small breasted against my back and her private area against my bottom. But why is Shannon suddenly jumping me in the shower?
“I am so lonely, so once I knew Mrs. Sexy Hips was having a shower I couldn’t help myself.”
I didn’t get to ask my question before she spoke of her reason as I could feel her arms going around my body and her hands cupping my breasts…maybe Shannon can read me like a book. Ah…the way she is rubbing feels so g-ah…
“Not that I don’t enjoy having you to myself but shouldn’t you shoot a promo for your match?”
This rubbing feels so great…but my mind has returned to doubt as my love questioned about my match this Sunday…man…I don’t want to disappoint her by failing once again.
“You’re doubting yourself again, aren’t you? No need to hide it from me, I know you as much as I know how to make your butt jiggle-”
Okay, that comment did bring a pout upon my face.
“-but why are you doubting yourself this time though? This won’t be the first time you win a wrestling match.”
“But that is why I am worried.”
“What? Because of me?”
“Of course not! Well…yes……but not in the way you are thinking. You are amazing, Shannon, both as a singer and when you use to wrestle…but I’m nowhere near as good as you. And if I fail to win I’ll end up disappointing y-”
“Don’t talk like that again!”
OW! Shannon smacked my bum…and very hard at that. That hurts! Yet now I can feel the hand that possibly struck me starting to rub my poor bottom and her other hand holding some cloth thing as it begins to rub my breasts again…is she washing me?
“It makes you less cute when you talk like that. Remember when I once took on Madame Desdemona for that WEW Starlet Championship? Nobody gave me a chance at all…except for you. Even Zelda, the person who is supposed to be our advocate, and my sister didn’t believe I could beat Desdemona. But not only did you believe in me but you also offered the support needed to help me become the Champion. So, Megan, if you just put at least an ounce of faith - that you put in me - into yourself then there is nothing you cannot do. You are more than capable to defeat this Lucy Wylde girl.”
“That’s a good poi-OWCH!”
She spanked me again! Owwwww…that was quite a stinger as well.
“That isn’t what I want to hear. I want you to tell me that you will defeat Lucy. Since we both know that you can do it.”
Shannon instructed as her empty hand finally left my defenceless tushie alone and her right hand dropped the cloth before I could feel one of them going through my hair as some kind of shampoo has been put on top of my head.
“So say it.”
Now that was a definite command being whispered down into my ear before I could feel her breath going down my n-ah, no…ah…she’s nibbling my-ah-neck again…
“I ca-ah-n beat Lu-ah…”
“What was that?”
“I c-ah-can be-ah-bea-ah…”
“Keep this up and I may consider stopping.”
“I-ah-I-ah-I ca…no…ah…I will beat Lucy-ah-”
“That’s the spirit.”
I could barely hear Shannon say as she finally stopping penetrating the skin on my neck, even though I know that there are now visible bite marks on my neck from these nibbles. However I can now feel one of her hands returning to my bum, rubbing it with slow circles, and the other sluggishly slivering past my navel.
“Yeah…I will defeat Lucy Wylde and leave Synergy as a winner…”
I stated with a smile. I don’t fully know how but Shannon always seems to find a way to build my spirits up when I need them the most. What a wonderful girl. Wait…I see lust in her eyes.
“Now be quiet and let me finish washing you, or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else you’re going over my knee.”
“I bet you’ll put me there either way.”
“Well of course…however if I had to because you disobeyed me then I’ll use the paddle that you have since that match against Eliza Gray two years ago. However if you obey me then after I’m done heating up this English Muffin-”
I squeaked from the sudden pinch the redhead gave my poor bum.
“-then we’ll get to have some special kind of fun-”
Oh god! I will admit I did moan quite much when her other hand finally reached its now obvious destination.
“-so stay quiet and still as I clean you.”
I made a childish whine and even pouted lightly. But other than that I did what Shannon told me to do in being quiet and still as she began to wash me in such a highly sensual manner. My love is not only good at making me believe in myself and making sure I ain’t nervous for this match but she is also…ah…very good with her hands.
Little Sarah is asleep in her cot so I better not wake her up. So instead I went into the bathroom and began to slowly undress myself, hopefully a shower will help to cool myself down. The top and jeans were easy to take off, so were the bra and panties, as - once I was naked - I stepped into the shower, turned the dial and felt the water launch itself down upon my body. I’m not sure why but the downpour of the liquid against my body feel ever so relaxing but it just does. Maybe it sounds weird…maybe it doesn’t. I’m not fully sure as…
“Surprise!”
HOLY SHIT! Oh god I just squealed in surprised at the sudden realisation that somebody must have managed to get in when I wasn’t looking. The moment I looked over my shoulder I was greeted by the ever so familiar smiling face my fiancée Shannon Treamon. She must have entered and stripped while the pouring of the water blocked out my hearing. I could easily guess the latter from how it felt to have her small breasted against my back and her private area against my bottom. But why is Shannon suddenly jumping me in the shower?
“I am so lonely, so once I knew Mrs. Sexy Hips was having a shower I couldn’t help myself.”
I didn’t get to ask my question before she spoke of her reason as I could feel her arms going around my body and her hands cupping my breasts…maybe Shannon can read me like a book. Ah…the way she is rubbing feels so g-ah…
“Not that I don’t enjoy having you to myself but shouldn’t you shoot a promo for your match?”
This rubbing feels so great…but my mind has returned to doubt as my love questioned about my match this Sunday…man…I don’t want to disappoint her by failing once again.
“You’re doubting yourself again, aren’t you? No need to hide it from me, I know you as much as I know how to make your butt jiggle-”
Okay, that comment did bring a pout upon my face.
“-but why are you doubting yourself this time though? This won’t be the first time you win a wrestling match.”
“But that is why I am worried.”
“What? Because of me?”
“Of course not! Well…yes……but not in the way you are thinking. You are amazing, Shannon, both as a singer and when you use to wrestle…but I’m nowhere near as good as you. And if I fail to win I’ll end up disappointing y-”
“Don’t talk like that again!”
OW! Shannon smacked my bum…and very hard at that. That hurts! Yet now I can feel the hand that possibly struck me starting to rub my poor bottom and her other hand holding some cloth thing as it begins to rub my breasts again…is she washing me?
“It makes you less cute when you talk like that. Remember when I once took on Madame Desdemona for that WEW Starlet Championship? Nobody gave me a chance at all…except for you. Even Zelda, the person who is supposed to be our advocate, and my sister didn’t believe I could beat Desdemona. But not only did you believe in me but you also offered the support needed to help me become the Champion. So, Megan, if you just put at least an ounce of faith - that you put in me - into yourself then there is nothing you cannot do. You are more than capable to defeat this Lucy Wylde girl.”
“That’s a good poi-OWCH!”
She spanked me again! Owwwww…that was quite a stinger as well.
“That isn’t what I want to hear. I want you to tell me that you will defeat Lucy. Since we both know that you can do it.”
Shannon instructed as her empty hand finally left my defenceless tushie alone and her right hand dropped the cloth before I could feel one of them going through my hair as some kind of shampoo has been put on top of my head.
“So say it.”
Now that was a definite command being whispered down into my ear before I could feel her breath going down my n-ah, no…ah…she’s nibbling my-ah-neck again…
“I ca-ah-n beat Lu-ah…”
“What was that?”
“I c-ah-can be-ah-bea-ah…”
“Keep this up and I may consider stopping.”
“I-ah-I-ah-I ca…no…ah…I will beat Lucy-ah-”
“That’s the spirit.”
I could barely hear Shannon say as she finally stopping penetrating the skin on my neck, even though I know that there are now visible bite marks on my neck from these nibbles. However I can now feel one of her hands returning to my bum, rubbing it with slow circles, and the other sluggishly slivering past my navel.
“Yeah…I will defeat Lucy Wylde and leave Synergy as a winner…”
I stated with a smile. I don’t fully know how but Shannon always seems to find a way to build my spirits up when I need them the most. What a wonderful girl. Wait…I see lust in her eyes.
“Now be quiet and let me finish washing you, or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else you’re going over my knee.”
“I bet you’ll put me there either way.”
“Well of course…however if I had to because you disobeyed me then I’ll use the paddle that you have since that match against Eliza Gray two years ago. However if you obey me then after I’m done heating up this English Muffin-”
I squeaked from the sudden pinch the redhead gave my poor bum.
“-then we’ll get to have some special kind of fun-”
Oh god! I will admit I did moan quite much when her other hand finally reached its now obvious destination.
“-so stay quiet and still as I clean you.”
I made a childish whine and even pouted lightly. But other than that I did what Shannon told me to do in being quiet and still as she began to wash me in such a highly sensual manner. My love is not only good at making me believe in myself and making sure I ain’t nervous for this match but she is also…ah…very good with her hands.
“I guess some congratulations is on order for how well you did on the last Synergy episode…”
Those words, along with the sound of slow clapping, are what opens this scene to us as one Robina Hood is currently sitting down on a bench. The current location is a gym of some kind and the Purple Haired Dynamo is wearing a pink pair of sweatpants with a matching sports bra while next to her is a bottle of water. Without even moving off the bench the twenty-three year old looks over towards the camera with a slight grin on her face as her clapping stalls to a halt.
“I mean you managed to not only win that three way tag team match but you also managed to knock out your own tag team partner while doing so. I get the whole backstabbing them after the match thing but you didn’t even wait for the final three seconds. Not only would that take some pretty damn good confidence but also quite some skill to time it as perfectly as you did. The type of skill that some directors wish they could have. I mean, the picture perfect connection with that kick…the smug look on your face…and the way you seem so proud of your actions on Twitter shortly afterwards was…picture perfect.”
While saying her words the young Brit’s left hand reached out and grabs the bottle of water. From the sweat on her forehead it could be easy to say that dear Robina has been doing a lot of training in this gym…perhaps she could be doing this so she doesn’t screw up in her perhaps one and only match in UGWC? Either yes or no Miss Hood took a slight pause to drink some of the water before charging through the second half of her words. Once she finished her words Robina places the bottle down and stands herself up before moving over to a punching bag. We turn to see a picture of Lucy Wylde’s own face on the bag as the Englishwoman begins to punch away at the bag.
“What a perfect way to show off how nasty you can be. Then again, you can’t become a multiple time Cross-Hemisphere Champion by being little miss goody two shoes. Well…at least you can’t be a fun Champion. Then again…aren’t you no longer a Champion? Maybe you aren’t as high and mighty as I let myself believe? Hm…how pitifully disappointing. But nonono, don’t be too sad Lucy. For I am more than charitable enough to accept you as the perfect little support act that you’re destined to be. Be it for me this Monday, for Tweeder and Rogan MacLean in this Lord of Trios tournament or even for poor dear Magdalena Marie Lockheart.
Oh? Does me merely mentioning her name make your blood boil? Yes? Good; you’d be ever so boring if you didn’t. But why would someone as insignificant as you be ever so upset at little old me for mentioning your girlfriend’s name? Could it be because you tried to act how high and mighty as Maggie’s little lapdog, only for me to not only speak up but also accept your offer to having a match at your own place instead of being somewhere I’m more comfortable.
Or maybe that is why you’re so upset? Because you want to be known as this big tough girl who’s bite is worse than your bark. Hoping that you could intimidate people into not standing up. Shame that, unlike other people you may know from your second rate tattoo parlour, I don’t have a reason to be afraid as I straight accepted your offer…only for you to instantly beg to be in a different match to delay your bout against me. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…I straight up made you look like a coward without even trying-”
The cocky sounding Englishwoman laughed quite loudly.
“-hell that might even be why you attacked the Frenchie once you knew victory was secured…in an attempt to send a message to me. Heh, you are simply pitiful. I pity you, Lucy. I was coming here expecting some kind of great guardian…instead I feel like I’m heading into a fight against the female Dan Hibiki. I better make sure there are no trip hazards around…since the last thing I want is for my marvellous scene to be turned into a laughing stock by you bumbling all over the place.”
The Forest-Dweller dares to add in mockingly with another laugh laced in arrogance before turning around to face us with her back resting against the punching bag.
“Or maybe dear little Maggie is the reason why the big bad Lucy could be so pissed off? I mean, didn’t I just give the poor little girl who could some kind of eye damage with a tiny bit of my blood mist? What? You expect me to apologise for what I said? Or maybe you simply want to make me pay for what I did? Well rise and shine, sunshine, because here is the six o’clock news for you…
I am not sorry.
I have zero regrets. I am proud of what I did. If anything I really, personally, lusciously hope that medication Magdalena is on fades away so that her eyes can never stop burning. After all, while her screams of anguish may hurt you…they bring joy to me. But don’t worry, dear Lucy, I’m more than happy to make it two for two. You never know though, maybe we could turn our scene into a Scene of Gore as I make personally sure that you may never be able to see again. That way you two can have something more in common, well other than having enemies in the form of Jack Nomad and Samantha Tolson…”
The Emo Princess adds in with a taunting, almost challenging, smirk upon her face as both her choice of words and tone of voice holds zero amount of remorse. Moments afterwards Robina reaches one of her hands behind the bag and pulls out a pink rose before sniffing it and throwing the flower upon the floor. The moment the flower touches the floor a blinding light emerges, turning everything to white. When we regain our vision we can tell that we’re no longer the gym…but instead inside a Roman styled theatre as, standing on the stage by her lonesome, is Robina Hood. In a red military-styled dress, with its always semi-transparent front on the lower half of that dress, the twenty-three year old gave out a confident smile.
“Welcome to the ‘Theatre of the Deranged,’ Lucy, it’s such a beautiful place isn’t it? Such a marvellous place for my amazing mind to plan out every little detail of our amazing scene. What? You have something to say about that Lucy? Or maybe you’re fuming over what I said earlier? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. You’re simply a background character, a support act, a mere puppet that – though obviously lacking in the kinds of quality your girlfriend has – I’ll have to work with to execute the kind of breath-taking performances that only I and I alone can bring out of puppets like you.
What? You don’t like being a puppet? You think you actually mean more than just a mere puppet? Are you thick in the head? No…don’t talk out loud; you lower the IQ of the whole company. You are nothing more than a puppet to me, Lucy! The kind that gets used and then thrown away! Many others always thought themselves as more than puppets…The Guv’nor, Amy Zing and Niobe Martin to name a few. Who are they? That’s the point, you bimbo. I use them to produce masterclass performances and then throw them away into obscurity, just like what I’ll do with you once I make you perform at your very best to my script. Then again though…obscurity is probably home to you since, truth be told, I never even heard of you until you started yapping at anyone who goes against Miss ‘oh my eyes hurt’ Lockheart.”
While saying her words Robina paces backwards and forwards while moving her hands in a manner that could be commonly seen when a professional actor tries to act out the iconic ‘To Be, Or Not To Be’ soliloquy. However, in probably an act to purposely get a reaction, she starts hobbling on stage and pretends that there is something wrong with her eyes while finishing off her words.
“Oh? Am I still angering you? So what? You made a challenge, I answered and now we’re in a situation where I get to break you…physically, mentally and emotionally. Oh sure, you may think that you can do something about it this Monday on Synergy, in your own house. But guess what, you stupid idiot? You can do anything you like, you can even throw a bus at me…and it won’t be enough to win. Sure, though not as effective as how you were at stealing Sam Tolson’s girlfriend, maybe it could be something that could work on your fellow UGWC members. But this scene is not some mere match of you versus another opponent, you trying to get revenge for your wimp of a lover or even you trying to prove that you are tough…nonono…this scene is instead going to be like a Caterpie facing off against a visiting Pidgeot.
You’re going to get devoured sunshine.”
Arrogantly leave’s Miss Hood’s lips with a haughty puff of her chest as the moment she finished her words the same pink rose from earlier magically appeared in her right hand.
“But hey, what else can I say except you're welcome? Especially since, once our Scene of Gore is over, both you and Maggie can have matching red eyes.”
A boastful smile appears upon the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face after saying her words. Zero remorse, regret or sign of apology can be seen at The Emo Princess’ posture as she let’s go of the flower. Once the rose touches the floor another bright light blinds us yet when we manage to regain our sight again and we find ourselves back in the gym… Robina Hood is nowhere to be seen.
Those words, along with the sound of slow clapping, are what opens this scene to us as one Robina Hood is currently sitting down on a bench. The current location is a gym of some kind and the Purple Haired Dynamo is wearing a pink pair of sweatpants with a matching sports bra while next to her is a bottle of water. Without even moving off the bench the twenty-three year old looks over towards the camera with a slight grin on her face as her clapping stalls to a halt.
“I mean you managed to not only win that three way tag team match but you also managed to knock out your own tag team partner while doing so. I get the whole backstabbing them after the match thing but you didn’t even wait for the final three seconds. Not only would that take some pretty damn good confidence but also quite some skill to time it as perfectly as you did. The type of skill that some directors wish they could have. I mean, the picture perfect connection with that kick…the smug look on your face…and the way you seem so proud of your actions on Twitter shortly afterwards was…picture perfect.”
While saying her words the young Brit’s left hand reached out and grabs the bottle of water. From the sweat on her forehead it could be easy to say that dear Robina has been doing a lot of training in this gym…perhaps she could be doing this so she doesn’t screw up in her perhaps one and only match in UGWC? Either yes or no Miss Hood took a slight pause to drink some of the water before charging through the second half of her words. Once she finished her words Robina places the bottle down and stands herself up before moving over to a punching bag. We turn to see a picture of Lucy Wylde’s own face on the bag as the Englishwoman begins to punch away at the bag.
“What a perfect way to show off how nasty you can be. Then again, you can’t become a multiple time Cross-Hemisphere Champion by being little miss goody two shoes. Well…at least you can’t be a fun Champion. Then again…aren’t you no longer a Champion? Maybe you aren’t as high and mighty as I let myself believe? Hm…how pitifully disappointing. But nonono, don’t be too sad Lucy. For I am more than charitable enough to accept you as the perfect little support act that you’re destined to be. Be it for me this Monday, for Tweeder and Rogan MacLean in this Lord of Trios tournament or even for poor dear Magdalena Marie Lockheart.
Oh? Does me merely mentioning her name make your blood boil? Yes? Good; you’d be ever so boring if you didn’t. But why would someone as insignificant as you be ever so upset at little old me for mentioning your girlfriend’s name? Could it be because you tried to act how high and mighty as Maggie’s little lapdog, only for me to not only speak up but also accept your offer to having a match at your own place instead of being somewhere I’m more comfortable.
Or maybe that is why you’re so upset? Because you want to be known as this big tough girl who’s bite is worse than your bark. Hoping that you could intimidate people into not standing up. Shame that, unlike other people you may know from your second rate tattoo parlour, I don’t have a reason to be afraid as I straight accepted your offer…only for you to instantly beg to be in a different match to delay your bout against me. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…I straight up made you look like a coward without even trying-”
The cocky sounding Englishwoman laughed quite loudly.
“-hell that might even be why you attacked the Frenchie once you knew victory was secured…in an attempt to send a message to me. Heh, you are simply pitiful. I pity you, Lucy. I was coming here expecting some kind of great guardian…instead I feel like I’m heading into a fight against the female Dan Hibiki. I better make sure there are no trip hazards around…since the last thing I want is for my marvellous scene to be turned into a laughing stock by you bumbling all over the place.”
The Forest-Dweller dares to add in mockingly with another laugh laced in arrogance before turning around to face us with her back resting against the punching bag.
“Or maybe dear little Maggie is the reason why the big bad Lucy could be so pissed off? I mean, didn’t I just give the poor little girl who could some kind of eye damage with a tiny bit of my blood mist? What? You expect me to apologise for what I said? Or maybe you simply want to make me pay for what I did? Well rise and shine, sunshine, because here is the six o’clock news for you…
I am not sorry.
I have zero regrets. I am proud of what I did. If anything I really, personally, lusciously hope that medication Magdalena is on fades away so that her eyes can never stop burning. After all, while her screams of anguish may hurt you…they bring joy to me. But don’t worry, dear Lucy, I’m more than happy to make it two for two. You never know though, maybe we could turn our scene into a Scene of Gore as I make personally sure that you may never be able to see again. That way you two can have something more in common, well other than having enemies in the form of Jack Nomad and Samantha Tolson…”
The Emo Princess adds in with a taunting, almost challenging, smirk upon her face as both her choice of words and tone of voice holds zero amount of remorse. Moments afterwards Robina reaches one of her hands behind the bag and pulls out a pink rose before sniffing it and throwing the flower upon the floor. The moment the flower touches the floor a blinding light emerges, turning everything to white. When we regain our vision we can tell that we’re no longer the gym…but instead inside a Roman styled theatre as, standing on the stage by her lonesome, is Robina Hood. In a red military-styled dress, with its always semi-transparent front on the lower half of that dress, the twenty-three year old gave out a confident smile.
“Welcome to the ‘Theatre of the Deranged,’ Lucy, it’s such a beautiful place isn’t it? Such a marvellous place for my amazing mind to plan out every little detail of our amazing scene. What? You have something to say about that Lucy? Or maybe you’re fuming over what I said earlier? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. You’re simply a background character, a support act, a mere puppet that – though obviously lacking in the kinds of quality your girlfriend has – I’ll have to work with to execute the kind of breath-taking performances that only I and I alone can bring out of puppets like you.
What? You don’t like being a puppet? You think you actually mean more than just a mere puppet? Are you thick in the head? No…don’t talk out loud; you lower the IQ of the whole company. You are nothing more than a puppet to me, Lucy! The kind that gets used and then thrown away! Many others always thought themselves as more than puppets…The Guv’nor, Amy Zing and Niobe Martin to name a few. Who are they? That’s the point, you bimbo. I use them to produce masterclass performances and then throw them away into obscurity, just like what I’ll do with you once I make you perform at your very best to my script. Then again though…obscurity is probably home to you since, truth be told, I never even heard of you until you started yapping at anyone who goes against Miss ‘oh my eyes hurt’ Lockheart.”
While saying her words Robina paces backwards and forwards while moving her hands in a manner that could be commonly seen when a professional actor tries to act out the iconic ‘To Be, Or Not To Be’ soliloquy. However, in probably an act to purposely get a reaction, she starts hobbling on stage and pretends that there is something wrong with her eyes while finishing off her words.
“Oh? Am I still angering you? So what? You made a challenge, I answered and now we’re in a situation where I get to break you…physically, mentally and emotionally. Oh sure, you may think that you can do something about it this Monday on Synergy, in your own house. But guess what, you stupid idiot? You can do anything you like, you can even throw a bus at me…and it won’t be enough to win. Sure, though not as effective as how you were at stealing Sam Tolson’s girlfriend, maybe it could be something that could work on your fellow UGWC members. But this scene is not some mere match of you versus another opponent, you trying to get revenge for your wimp of a lover or even you trying to prove that you are tough…nonono…this scene is instead going to be like a Caterpie facing off against a visiting Pidgeot.
You’re going to get devoured sunshine.”
Arrogantly leave’s Miss Hood’s lips with a haughty puff of her chest as the moment she finished her words the same pink rose from earlier magically appeared in her right hand.
“But hey, what else can I say except you're welcome? Especially since, once our Scene of Gore is over, both you and Maggie can have matching red eyes.”
A boastful smile appears upon the Purple Haired Dynamo’s face after saying her words. Zero remorse, regret or sign of apology can be seen at The Emo Princess’ posture as she let’s go of the flower. Once the rose touches the floor another bright light blinds us yet when we manage to regain our sight again and we find ourselves back in the gym… Robina Hood is nowhere to be seen.