Post by MasterEvil on Jun 4, 2018 3:59:11 GMT
07/05/18
“unlike me, that fake gold will be the nearest thing you'll never achieve to success Little Miss ‘I Want To Be Remembered As The Best Fighter.’”
I barely remember those words to Elena over a year ago. I tried to remind her of those words a few days ago and now she stands as the inaugural Shogun Champion. During the very same press conference I tried to egg Jason Jackson on, for I thought that the side of him that wanted me dead could be Dragon Champion forever, and he ended up knocking Koto out in the very first round. But that would be egotistical of me to even comprehend the possibility it was my words that fired them both up. However if there is just a chance, no matter how minor, that I helped to further increase their flame...then I can be happy enough with that, even if I know that they'll never like me. I wouldn't even like me after the things I've done and said to them.
Though I am definitely not happy at the moment. Karma perhaps? I admit respect towards BAD ASS, I wished him the best of luck. I admitted that this is the biggest gamble of my fighting career. And now I have found myself going bust...quite literally as the doctor in front of me is taping my upper body up, at least I'm no longer bleeding from the mouth. Erk! I couldn't help but wince a little as the bandaging fastens.
“You're lucky you managed to tap out when you did. Or else any of those six broken ribs could've potentially punctured your right lung. But it should heal after a month of no strains. I'll make sure to tell-”
“Tell no one.”
I sharply interrupt, my eyes fixating upon him.
“Just give me some painkillers, let me on my way and I'll be as good as new.”
“B-But I can't do that. I am under obligation to-”
“What part of your obligations involve feeling up my chest while bandaging me.”
My eyes sharpen as he looks at me in surprise.
“And you know that is how I will spin it. So don't 'advise' anyone and give me what I want or I'll go giving same 'advice' of my own.”
He hangs his head for a couple moments before signing something that could possibly look like some kind of prescription sheet and handing it over to me.
“Okay...just remember that you should only take one tablet twice a day.”
“Nice to see that we have come to an agreement...as long as you keep your mouth shut.”
I stated before getting off the bed. Erk! That hurts. I have to ignore this for now and head off. I have an appearance at FSW to make, I have a match on HellsGate and I got a first round Quag Cup match to win. But most importantly I need to continue training. Harder than ever. It is not long ago that I found out that, for some reason, I’ll be in the Brimstone Championship match at Grindhouse. So I need to improve…and what a better way to do so than to win this upcoming match against Jason Sensation?
03/06/18
We find ourselves in an almost empty room with a single light and a metal chair, said chair having Megan Treamon sitting there with bandaging tightly wrapped around her chest.
“One night to go until my latest HellsGate match…against someone calling themselves Jason Sensation. I wonder though…what is he actually sensational at? Or maybe that last name is solely there for the sake of compensation? But if the latter’s the case…then what is he compensating for? Maybe it is his lack of fame, for I for one has never heard of him. Or maybe it could be down to his lack of likability, which could explain why I have yet to anything worth remembering about him. Or perhaps…just maybe…his surname is to compensate for his lack of skill, since nobody – and I mean nobody – with even the tiniest ounce of skill can lose a match to someone of the name of John Blade…”
She chuckles, only to instantly wince from the sharp pain from her ribs.
“I won’t lie, I am still bruised and beaten up. My ribs are stinging at the moment but that’s nothing those painkillers can’t cope with. After all, it is not like Jason is going to be able to make me more hurt. Yeah yeah yeah, I know that he can fly about and that he likes to go all speed demon. But wrestling are marathons, not sprints, and the faster he tries to go the quicker he’ll tire himself out…and the moment that happens…that little fly will find out how easy it can be for this toxic spider here to turn the squared circle into my web.”
Her right hand softly clutches her hurting chest as the Englishwoman gingerly leans back into her chair.
“Oh? You don’t like what you’re hearing Jason? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. What makes you so special? So let people call you a ‘Sensation’ but what I see when I see a picture of you is just see another face. People like you, Noah Reigner, Sierra Williams and everyone else are all the bleeding same. You are all just faces among a blurred line of mediocrity. I am not like any of you. I am not any of you. I am better than any of you. For which I am going to prove at Grindhouse when I become the new Brimstone Champion. Hm? Why should I be taken seriously?”
An evil looking smile etches itself across her face.
“That’s where you come in, Jason…for it’ll be rather sensational for you to be able to walk out of the arena on your own.”
The fade buzzes out to black.
“One night to go until my latest HellsGate match…against someone calling themselves Jason Sensation. I wonder though…what is he actually sensational at? Or maybe that last name is solely there for the sake of compensation? But if the latter’s the case…then what is he compensating for? Maybe it is his lack of fame, for I for one has never heard of him. Or maybe it could be down to his lack of likability, which could explain why I have yet to anything worth remembering about him. Or perhaps…just maybe…his surname is to compensate for his lack of skill, since nobody – and I mean nobody – with even the tiniest ounce of skill can lose a match to someone of the name of John Blade…”
She chuckles, only to instantly wince from the sharp pain from her ribs.
“I won’t lie, I am still bruised and beaten up. My ribs are stinging at the moment but that’s nothing those painkillers can’t cope with. After all, it is not like Jason is going to be able to make me more hurt. Yeah yeah yeah, I know that he can fly about and that he likes to go all speed demon. But wrestling are marathons, not sprints, and the faster he tries to go the quicker he’ll tire himself out…and the moment that happens…that little fly will find out how easy it can be for this toxic spider here to turn the squared circle into my web.”
Her right hand softly clutches her hurting chest as the Englishwoman gingerly leans back into her chair.
“Oh? You don’t like what you’re hearing Jason? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. What makes you so special? So let people call you a ‘Sensation’ but what I see when I see a picture of you is just see another face. People like you, Noah Reigner, Sierra Williams and everyone else are all the bleeding same. You are all just faces among a blurred line of mediocrity. I am not like any of you. I am not any of you. I am better than any of you. For which I am going to prove at Grindhouse when I become the new Brimstone Champion. Hm? Why should I be taken seriously?”
An evil looking smile etches itself across her face.
“That’s where you come in, Jason…for it’ll be rather sensational for you to be able to walk out of the arena on your own.”
The fade buzzes out to black.