Post by MasterEvil on Mar 24, 2018 4:30:50 GMT
Deep breath in, deep breath out. My first CGFC fight in front of my fellow Englishmen and I managed to win, in barely over three minutes might I add. Heh…my best performance to date, at least when fighting is concerned. But now I must focus on Stranglemania. Not only do I have my epic war against Criss Cassidy to overcome but, if I somehow survive said war, I also have a battle royal I’m interested in entering. If this is going to be my one and only Stranglemania then I’ll be damned before I let myself leave without at least trying to steal the show. Luckily this trowel is available for me to wipe my sweat on.
“Man oh man, whoever that Edgar Malcovich guy is, he clearly wasn’t ready for you to simply ‘Slaughta’ him!”
Okay…I swear Rafael was trying to make a pun there, but I’ll let it slide. I can’t afford to let anything distract me from my next target, making my Stranglemania debut. Yet before I could speak up Rafael steps over to my side.
“But what about those Stanglemania matches you’re willingly going into. I’ve read about damnatio ad bestias that seems less gruesome than what you’re going to get. I mean, three stages of hell…and then a flood of a battle royal, against people you don’t know since the official show hasn’t announced who’s entering it yet. You sure it is safe to do it?”
“If it was safe then why would I be doing it?”
Both me and Rafael couldn’t stop ourselves from laughing at my ‘question’. It is quite good to know that there are still close friends I can trust after everything I’ve been through during the years.
“Well I might as well try to get you as ready as possible for the hell you’re obviously marching yourself into. So why not we spend the rest of the night on the lash and then start more training tomorrow morning?”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course. This could end up being your biggest night. So me and Andrew are going to do whatever we can to help you win your matches. From training to the fact he bagged me and him backstage tickets so we can give you support all the way to the battle royal.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t help but say with a tearful smile, he has seen the worse and he is still loyally supporting me. I couldn’t help but happily hug him.
“Hey, let go of me you big cry-baby. The sooner we have fun, the sooner we train and the sooner you win Stranglemania, the sooner I get to bag myself a ring rat for being your friend.”
“Sure.”
I said with a giggle before letting go and starting to dry the sweat off myself again. Now I’ve definitely got to win, not just for myself or my fans but also for my friends and family.
“Man oh man, whoever that Edgar Malcovich guy is, he clearly wasn’t ready for you to simply ‘Slaughta’ him!”
Okay…I swear Rafael was trying to make a pun there, but I’ll let it slide. I can’t afford to let anything distract me from my next target, making my Stranglemania debut. Yet before I could speak up Rafael steps over to my side.
“But what about those Stanglemania matches you’re willingly going into. I’ve read about damnatio ad bestias that seems less gruesome than what you’re going to get. I mean, three stages of hell…and then a flood of a battle royal, against people you don’t know since the official show hasn’t announced who’s entering it yet. You sure it is safe to do it?”
“If it was safe then why would I be doing it?”
Both me and Rafael couldn’t stop ourselves from laughing at my ‘question’. It is quite good to know that there are still close friends I can trust after everything I’ve been through during the years.
“Well I might as well try to get you as ready as possible for the hell you’re obviously marching yourself into. So why not we spend the rest of the night on the lash and then start more training tomorrow morning?”
“You sure about that?”
“Of course. This could end up being your biggest night. So me and Andrew are going to do whatever we can to help you win your matches. From training to the fact he bagged me and him backstage tickets so we can give you support all the way to the battle royal.
“Thank you.”
I couldn’t help but say with a tearful smile, he has seen the worse and he is still loyally supporting me. I couldn’t help but happily hug him.
“Hey, let go of me you big cry-baby. The sooner we have fun, the sooner we train and the sooner you win Stranglemania, the sooner I get to bag myself a ring rat for being your friend.”
“Sure.”
I said with a giggle before letting go and starting to dry the sweat off myself again. Now I’ve definitely got to win, not just for myself or my fans but also for my friends and family.
The moment the flower head touches the floor we are engulfed by a blinding white light. Once we regain our vision we find ourselves right in the middle of this amphitheatre with only a wooden stage in front of us and on said stage is the Purple Haired Dynamo we know as Robina Hood. In her red military style dress the milky skinned woman looks over towards us, a smirk growing upon her face.
“Oh? You think I’m done with you? Hehe, nonono. There is one more thing about Stranglemania which interests not only me but also many others. A battle royal with the winner getting the ever so interesting award of an EWC Undisputed Championship match. So obviously I’d be interested in taking part in said match, right? Wrong. I have zero interest in merely taking part, in merely becoming a background character or in merely being somebody else’s support act. But then am I interested in being the one who struggles, the one who claws and the one who gets lucky until the deciding moments. While that was indeed how I won Rumble in the Bronx two years ago…I have zero interest in becoming a lone survivor, in becoming a plucky underdog or in becoming a source of pity.
Nonono.
So what am I interested in being?
Red entered the Silph Co and chased out Team Rocket by himself. Commander Shepard managed to seal a breach during Skyllian Blitz by herself. And Shirou managed to secure moral victory over Gilgamesh by himself. All three are amazing feats. Feats that each and every one of them managed to achieve on their own. So that is what I want, what I plan and what I am going to do in this upcoming scene. I am going to walk onto that stage, I am going to chase out the undeserving, I am going to withstand the blitz I’m getting to receive and I am going to secure victory in this battle royal by myself.”
She boldly declares with a pound left thumb touching the right side of her chest and puffs said chest in an attention seeking manner before starting to pace backwards and forwards while continuing to speak.
“There are people who seem to think that it is ever so easy to win and lose a battle royal. They’d often think it is a simple case of throwing people over the top rope, with both their feet touching the floor, while trying to make sure that they avoid suffering said fate themselves. But then again said people are mostly idiots or mentally constipated. There are so many things that one has to comprehend, consider and compromise their strategies around. For one common strategy in this kind of match is to find friends or allies to work with against other threats, or even enter said match with some of your own teammates like I’m going to guess at least a few of them might be trying to do.
But in battle royals there is only one winner, not numeral.
It is only a matter of when not if said team falls apart at the thought of glory. And it is often in those kind of moments that the members of said team are vulnerable to opportunity. Do I sound negative about trust? What if I am? I am not someone who trusts easily and when I finally thought it was safe to trust again, I spent most of last year having said trust known back into my face, be it them hunting me down for a bounty or for the lack of effort they gave in helping me get my little Sarah back. So is that why I don’t believe I’ll have too much problem in dealing with those who think they’re like actual Power Rangers and desperately want to rely on trusting each other to victory?
Nope. Well, to better phrase it, not fully…for the main reason for this is that, unlike everyone else who may or may not enter this engagement, I am a genius. No, I am not the smartest person who might be interested in this match – neither am I the strongest, fastest or most tenacious – but I know that, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am the only genius in EWC…let alone out of those who might be entering this Sunday’s battle royal.”
The arrogance in her voice laces all over her words like an icing upon a cake yet the moment she finished her words the Englishwoman halts her feet and rolls her head over to look us.
“You understand what a genius is right? No? Okay then-”
The deranged woman suddenly lets herself collapse into a sitting position with her legs, from below the knees, dangle off the stage. A crowbar materialises from rose petals into her open right hand.
“-let us speak of genius. A genius is not one who possesses outstanding ability or talent. Of course, having those is desirable, but talent alone amounts to naught more than just that. Even this blade, talented in the art of breaking, meets that criteria. What, then, makes a genius? It is the one who can clearly see the differences between themselves and others. When comparing their abilities to each other, people become fixated on the idea that they are fundamentally equal…”
She sighs a little sadly.
“But alas, they are not. All people are different. What one can do may be impossible for another, and what another accomplish may be beyond one’s reach. A genius is one who understands that cruelty. I am an almighty genius, but I would never dream of expecting others of being able to perform my duties. At the same time, I know that I cannot imitate any other, no matter how lacking in skill they may be. Every man and woman wants to believe that they are fully equal to any other. After all, what a splendid thing that would be. What a warm, satisfying thing that would be. If we could all understand each other, if we could share our values, if we could go forward hand in hand, that would be the makings of an ideal world, the sort that appears in dreams.”
Miss Hood chuckles a little, out of apparent amusement, before shaking her head softly.
“But reality is not so. We each have our strengths, and we each have our weaknesses. Believing in others is important, but more important still is knowing that they are different from yourself. There is no need for grand displays. You should simply do what you are capable of. I should do what I am capable of. That is all anyone can do. And being the only person in the Extreme Wrestling Corporation capable of understanding such a thing is why I am a genius. An often misunderstood one, yes, but still a genius and it is because I am a genius that I, and nobody else who may enter this battle royal, am the only one capable of walking out of this skirmish as the number one contender to the Undisputed Championship.”
The demented archer slowly pulls herself back up to a standing position, letting the crowbar fall to the floor while doing so.
“Just like that weapon, any moment foolish misjudgement can be thing that cost you in a battlefield like this. The type of battlefield where tunnel vision and full on blitzes can help and cost each other at the same time. That is why I’ve chosen not to find out who is actual entering this battle royal, hence why I’ve yet to mention anybody by their name. Can it be seen as arrogance? Perhaps some will see it like that…but none of them are geniuses. For how can one get tunnel vision when you don’t have someone to prioritise straight away? And why would one dare explode like an atomic bomb when they don’t know how safe the warzone is?
Many don’t think about this and in return their idiocy will be fully returned with the feeling of failure as, one by one, those puppets will get thrown over the top rope until I am the one who stands in the spotlight of victory. Yes…they are all capable of many things, they are all good at their own individual strengths and are all both eager and hungry to have a shot at whoever walks out of Stranglemania as Undisputed Champion. But there is something that separates them from me…other than my wonderful Theatre of the Deranged and equally awe-inspiring outfit…and that is the fusion of desire and desperation.”
Throughout her words the Purple Haired Dynamo returns to pacing backwards and forwards, both her hands holding each other in front of her chin during her questioning. However her steps slows down to a halt as she mentions the word ‘desperation.’
“People often say that they have the desire to get to the top, to become the Champion on top of all the Champions. But what people don’t tell you that the desire to get up there triples when you get so close but let it slip through your fingers like I did at Wrestlefest two years ago. So, if anything, I can just be as desperate for at least one more, and maybe even last, shot as most people entering this match are seeking their first…more desperate even. Yes they are capable of many things…but I know that I, and I alone, am capable of winning this kind of match because two years ago I won Rumble in the Bronx and the only other person, currently in EWC, to have achieved this could end up becoming the Undisputed Champion I face after winning this battle royal. You don’t believe I can end this scene as the next number one contender?”
She slowly pulls a red rose out from her exposed cleavage and grins in an almost sickening way.
“Just watch me.”
With only those three words Robina Hood lets the rose fall from her hands. Once the flower poked the floor a blinding light launches out at us, turning everything to white in the process.
“Oh? You think I’m done with you? Hehe, nonono. There is one more thing about Stranglemania which interests not only me but also many others. A battle royal with the winner getting the ever so interesting award of an EWC Undisputed Championship match. So obviously I’d be interested in taking part in said match, right? Wrong. I have zero interest in merely taking part, in merely becoming a background character or in merely being somebody else’s support act. But then am I interested in being the one who struggles, the one who claws and the one who gets lucky until the deciding moments. While that was indeed how I won Rumble in the Bronx two years ago…I have zero interest in becoming a lone survivor, in becoming a plucky underdog or in becoming a source of pity.
Nonono.
So what am I interested in being?
Red entered the Silph Co and chased out Team Rocket by himself. Commander Shepard managed to seal a breach during Skyllian Blitz by herself. And Shirou managed to secure moral victory over Gilgamesh by himself. All three are amazing feats. Feats that each and every one of them managed to achieve on their own. So that is what I want, what I plan and what I am going to do in this upcoming scene. I am going to walk onto that stage, I am going to chase out the undeserving, I am going to withstand the blitz I’m getting to receive and I am going to secure victory in this battle royal by myself.”
She boldly declares with a pound left thumb touching the right side of her chest and puffs said chest in an attention seeking manner before starting to pace backwards and forwards while continuing to speak.
“There are people who seem to think that it is ever so easy to win and lose a battle royal. They’d often think it is a simple case of throwing people over the top rope, with both their feet touching the floor, while trying to make sure that they avoid suffering said fate themselves. But then again said people are mostly idiots or mentally constipated. There are so many things that one has to comprehend, consider and compromise their strategies around. For one common strategy in this kind of match is to find friends or allies to work with against other threats, or even enter said match with some of your own teammates like I’m going to guess at least a few of them might be trying to do.
But in battle royals there is only one winner, not numeral.
It is only a matter of when not if said team falls apart at the thought of glory. And it is often in those kind of moments that the members of said team are vulnerable to opportunity. Do I sound negative about trust? What if I am? I am not someone who trusts easily and when I finally thought it was safe to trust again, I spent most of last year having said trust known back into my face, be it them hunting me down for a bounty or for the lack of effort they gave in helping me get my little Sarah back. So is that why I don’t believe I’ll have too much problem in dealing with those who think they’re like actual Power Rangers and desperately want to rely on trusting each other to victory?
Nope. Well, to better phrase it, not fully…for the main reason for this is that, unlike everyone else who may or may not enter this engagement, I am a genius. No, I am not the smartest person who might be interested in this match – neither am I the strongest, fastest or most tenacious – but I know that, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am the only genius in EWC…let alone out of those who might be entering this Sunday’s battle royal.”
The arrogance in her voice laces all over her words like an icing upon a cake yet the moment she finished her words the Englishwoman halts her feet and rolls her head over to look us.
“You understand what a genius is right? No? Okay then-”
The deranged woman suddenly lets herself collapse into a sitting position with her legs, from below the knees, dangle off the stage. A crowbar materialises from rose petals into her open right hand.
“-let us speak of genius. A genius is not one who possesses outstanding ability or talent. Of course, having those is desirable, but talent alone amounts to naught more than just that. Even this blade, talented in the art of breaking, meets that criteria. What, then, makes a genius? It is the one who can clearly see the differences between themselves and others. When comparing their abilities to each other, people become fixated on the idea that they are fundamentally equal…”
She sighs a little sadly.
“But alas, they are not. All people are different. What one can do may be impossible for another, and what another accomplish may be beyond one’s reach. A genius is one who understands that cruelty. I am an almighty genius, but I would never dream of expecting others of being able to perform my duties. At the same time, I know that I cannot imitate any other, no matter how lacking in skill they may be. Every man and woman wants to believe that they are fully equal to any other. After all, what a splendid thing that would be. What a warm, satisfying thing that would be. If we could all understand each other, if we could share our values, if we could go forward hand in hand, that would be the makings of an ideal world, the sort that appears in dreams.”
Miss Hood chuckles a little, out of apparent amusement, before shaking her head softly.
“But reality is not so. We each have our strengths, and we each have our weaknesses. Believing in others is important, but more important still is knowing that they are different from yourself. There is no need for grand displays. You should simply do what you are capable of. I should do what I am capable of. That is all anyone can do. And being the only person in the Extreme Wrestling Corporation capable of understanding such a thing is why I am a genius. An often misunderstood one, yes, but still a genius and it is because I am a genius that I, and nobody else who may enter this battle royal, am the only one capable of walking out of this skirmish as the number one contender to the Undisputed Championship.”
The demented archer slowly pulls herself back up to a standing position, letting the crowbar fall to the floor while doing so.
“Just like that weapon, any moment foolish misjudgement can be thing that cost you in a battlefield like this. The type of battlefield where tunnel vision and full on blitzes can help and cost each other at the same time. That is why I’ve chosen not to find out who is actual entering this battle royal, hence why I’ve yet to mention anybody by their name. Can it be seen as arrogance? Perhaps some will see it like that…but none of them are geniuses. For how can one get tunnel vision when you don’t have someone to prioritise straight away? And why would one dare explode like an atomic bomb when they don’t know how safe the warzone is?
Many don’t think about this and in return their idiocy will be fully returned with the feeling of failure as, one by one, those puppets will get thrown over the top rope until I am the one who stands in the spotlight of victory. Yes…they are all capable of many things, they are all good at their own individual strengths and are all both eager and hungry to have a shot at whoever walks out of Stranglemania as Undisputed Champion. But there is something that separates them from me…other than my wonderful Theatre of the Deranged and equally awe-inspiring outfit…and that is the fusion of desire and desperation.”
Throughout her words the Purple Haired Dynamo returns to pacing backwards and forwards, both her hands holding each other in front of her chin during her questioning. However her steps slows down to a halt as she mentions the word ‘desperation.’
“People often say that they have the desire to get to the top, to become the Champion on top of all the Champions. But what people don’t tell you that the desire to get up there triples when you get so close but let it slip through your fingers like I did at Wrestlefest two years ago. So, if anything, I can just be as desperate for at least one more, and maybe even last, shot as most people entering this match are seeking their first…more desperate even. Yes they are capable of many things…but I know that I, and I alone, am capable of winning this kind of match because two years ago I won Rumble in the Bronx and the only other person, currently in EWC, to have achieved this could end up becoming the Undisputed Champion I face after winning this battle royal. You don’t believe I can end this scene as the next number one contender?”
She slowly pulls a red rose out from her exposed cleavage and grins in an almost sickening way.
“Just watch me.”
With only those three words Robina Hood lets the rose fall from her hands. Once the flower poked the floor a blinding light launches out at us, turning everything to white in the process.