Post by MasterEvil on Jun 30, 2018 2:06:27 GMT
I pant harder and harder, my punches hit stronger and stronger…but the bag is looks less and less affected. Am I becoming weak? That could explain why my ribs still hurts every day. But this is no good. I need to be better than this! I want to become FSW Champion again. I need to become FSW Champion again. How can I contribute to Sarah’s wellbeing without that Championship bonus? How can I believe that I still got it if I’m not good enough to get a rematch for my lost gold? I’ve literally seen people come out and talk until they get their rematch yet here I am, struggling to get a second victory let alone a shot at being Champ again.
I swear the nearest I got to it was at FSW’s Uprising…but, yet again, I failed. I will get Draco Malroids and his goons for their assault but, at the end of the way, I was the one who lost that match. I should have been better than this. I used to be better than this. I need to change. I need to improve. I need to get better! It is not long until Scars and Stripes, the event that marks the anniversary of my first Title defence, and I have to fight a man I’ve not managed to obtain victory against before. And in a fucking ladder match out of all things! I hate those matches! Maybe I’m reaching my limit? What if this anniversary mark the final end for my FSW Championship hunt?
Hm? I’ve just got a text. Oh, it’s from Shannon…
“Can’t wait to see you come home with that briefcase Meggy. XXXX”
I couldn’t help but smile brightly at this. It’s almost like my fiancée has a sixth sense for these kind of things. I won’t lose…no…I refuse to lose. I will get better, I will surpass my limit and I will now let my baby girl down as I win my second Scars and Stripes match in a row! Harder and harder I strike, the bag now looks more and more affected.
We are in an empty hallway with only miles of ladders, dim lighting and the shadow of someone see. The shadowy figure starts to walk towards until we can just see enough of her red dress and purple hair to realise that the person in front of us is Robina Hood. She stops in her tracks and leans her side softly against one of the ladder.
“Ann Arbor…last time I was here I was the first FSW Champion to compete at Scars and Stripes…now I return in the only FSW match at this year’s Scars and Stripes. Looks like FSW has indeed changed since I lost the FSW Championship. However, if I win this match, I have a huge opportunity to get ever so close to reclaiming what was mine…”
Though originally confident sounding, Miss Hood’s smile dissolves and is replaced with a look of unease as she turn her eyes towards the very ladder she is leaning against.
“But one of things in my way is a ladder match. I may be adaptable for many things but ladders are things that should be respected…trusted…and feared. I’ve been wrestling for six years and this match will mark my fourth ladder match, my first in three or so years, but those previous matches all have three things in common. I climbed for success, I fell off and I burned into dust. So one of the thing I need to do, to rise from the ashes like a reborn phoenix in this Scene of ReBirth, is overcome these ladders…
The other thing is to deal with Sebastian Conner…”
The Emo Princess glances back towards us with a more serious look in her eyes.
“The man I eliminated from a battle royal at Stranglemania, the man I knocked out at Daly City…and the man who defeated me back in El Paso…”
She snarls for a moment, her hand holding tightly onto the ladder next to her.
“If I happen to sound the slightest bit bitter then let me tell you this right now…I hate the idea having people I cannot beat, no matter how hard I try, why else did I prioritise eliminating Amis Shelton at last year’s Rumble in the Bronx? No…I cannot look back then. For it was the mistake of overlooking Sebastian that cost me back on April Fools’ Day, a mistake that cost me big…a mistake that I will not repeat this Monday. You hear that, Seb? I ain’t going to overlook you this time. For the prize this time is bigger than pride, honour, glory, fame, fortune or revenge…and trust me, unlike a weaker me, I was born out of hate and survives on for glory.
The prize is a briefcase that awards the holder a FSW Championship opportunity whenever they like until the end of the year. If anything I kind of understand why you’ve been chosen to be in this match, Seb. For you have been quite impressive for so long, you even defeated a weaker version of me which, even if I say otherwise, is still a feat not many can claim. But here is something that is on my mind…isn’t this like your third or so chance to become a contender? You’ve had chance, after chance, after chance and – just like me with these infernal ladders – each time you get one step close, you end up falling down to the floor. Nothing wrong with that at all, if anything you remind me at Hatchet Gully. He’s such a greatly talented guy who, no matter how hard he tries, could never become FSW Champion…but he shows why sometimes you don’t need gold to be good.
Why am I using him to describe you?
Because last year’s Scars and Stripes I demolished his hopes and this year I’ll taking all your dreams and crush them all one by one.”
The milky skinned woman’s hand grips onto the ladder beside her more tightly.
“Are you upset by that? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get the hell over it. Am I being vicious? First rule of being allowed upon my performance…grow a spine, for I enjoy plucking said spine out and using it as a cello. Heh…if anything turning you and your career aspirations into dust will make this scene more fun to me. Hm I irritated? Having my performance tampered with has that kind of effect on me…but that ain’t the main reason right now. Well…it use to…until I remembered you accusing me of giving up the moment I announced I’m in the final year of my contract. You think I’ve given up? Honestly? You think that I would give up because my contract expires at the end of the year?
YOU’RE WRONG!”
The demented archer shouts out as she suddenly pushes the ladder over, causing a domino effect of other ladders in this room collapsing over until all around us is fallen metal.
“I AM NOT YOU! I am not the person who’d try and fail, try and fail, try and fail over, and over, and over again like some pathetic lost cause! You want to aim for the stars? I’ll send you up there as a good damn ghost! You think I am giving up? No…it’s the exact opposite. While you have time to become Champion, time is the enemy of my three year story. If anything the fact I have less than six months left is what driving me onwards to bring masterpiece, after masterpiece, out until I reach my goal in winning back the Championship I never had a rematch for since losing it six months ago. Every single person who stands in the my way will be taken and broken, over and over again, until they are nothing more than flesh and bones, including this Monday when I TURN YOU INTO A CRIPPLE!”
Breaks out from her lips in frustration. Has Robina’s past struggles finally got to her? Either yes or no she holds her head with both hands and rocks left and right. She even kicks one of the ladders before using both hands to pull a rose out from behind her head.
“These ladders won’t make me fall …and you won’t step on me like you did before…I’m walking out of Scar and Stripes, and this Scene of ReBirth, as not only ‘Miss FSW’…but also Miss Money in the Bank…”
Slowly, but not unstably, crumbles out from her panting lips before dropping her rose. The moment the flower hit the floor everything vanishes into whiteness.
“Ann Arbor…last time I was here I was the first FSW Champion to compete at Scars and Stripes…now I return in the only FSW match at this year’s Scars and Stripes. Looks like FSW has indeed changed since I lost the FSW Championship. However, if I win this match, I have a huge opportunity to get ever so close to reclaiming what was mine…”
Though originally confident sounding, Miss Hood’s smile dissolves and is replaced with a look of unease as she turn her eyes towards the very ladder she is leaning against.
“But one of things in my way is a ladder match. I may be adaptable for many things but ladders are things that should be respected…trusted…and feared. I’ve been wrestling for six years and this match will mark my fourth ladder match, my first in three or so years, but those previous matches all have three things in common. I climbed for success, I fell off and I burned into dust. So one of the thing I need to do, to rise from the ashes like a reborn phoenix in this Scene of ReBirth, is overcome these ladders…
The other thing is to deal with Sebastian Conner…”
The Emo Princess glances back towards us with a more serious look in her eyes.
“The man I eliminated from a battle royal at Stranglemania, the man I knocked out at Daly City…and the man who defeated me back in El Paso…”
She snarls for a moment, her hand holding tightly onto the ladder next to her.
“If I happen to sound the slightest bit bitter then let me tell you this right now…I hate the idea having people I cannot beat, no matter how hard I try, why else did I prioritise eliminating Amis Shelton at last year’s Rumble in the Bronx? No…I cannot look back then. For it was the mistake of overlooking Sebastian that cost me back on April Fools’ Day, a mistake that cost me big…a mistake that I will not repeat this Monday. You hear that, Seb? I ain’t going to overlook you this time. For the prize this time is bigger than pride, honour, glory, fame, fortune or revenge…and trust me, unlike a weaker me, I was born out of hate and survives on for glory.
The prize is a briefcase that awards the holder a FSW Championship opportunity whenever they like until the end of the year. If anything I kind of understand why you’ve been chosen to be in this match, Seb. For you have been quite impressive for so long, you even defeated a weaker version of me which, even if I say otherwise, is still a feat not many can claim. But here is something that is on my mind…isn’t this like your third or so chance to become a contender? You’ve had chance, after chance, after chance and – just like me with these infernal ladders – each time you get one step close, you end up falling down to the floor. Nothing wrong with that at all, if anything you remind me at Hatchet Gully. He’s such a greatly talented guy who, no matter how hard he tries, could never become FSW Champion…but he shows why sometimes you don’t need gold to be good.
Why am I using him to describe you?
Because last year’s Scars and Stripes I demolished his hopes and this year I’ll taking all your dreams and crush them all one by one.”
The milky skinned woman’s hand grips onto the ladder beside her more tightly.
“Are you upset by that? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get the hell over it. Am I being vicious? First rule of being allowed upon my performance…grow a spine, for I enjoy plucking said spine out and using it as a cello. Heh…if anything turning you and your career aspirations into dust will make this scene more fun to me. Hm I irritated? Having my performance tampered with has that kind of effect on me…but that ain’t the main reason right now. Well…it use to…until I remembered you accusing me of giving up the moment I announced I’m in the final year of my contract. You think I’ve given up? Honestly? You think that I would give up because my contract expires at the end of the year?
YOU’RE WRONG!”
The demented archer shouts out as she suddenly pushes the ladder over, causing a domino effect of other ladders in this room collapsing over until all around us is fallen metal.
“I AM NOT YOU! I am not the person who’d try and fail, try and fail, try and fail over, and over, and over again like some pathetic lost cause! You want to aim for the stars? I’ll send you up there as a good damn ghost! You think I am giving up? No…it’s the exact opposite. While you have time to become Champion, time is the enemy of my three year story. If anything the fact I have less than six months left is what driving me onwards to bring masterpiece, after masterpiece, out until I reach my goal in winning back the Championship I never had a rematch for since losing it six months ago. Every single person who stands in the my way will be taken and broken, over and over again, until they are nothing more than flesh and bones, including this Monday when I TURN YOU INTO A CRIPPLE!”
Breaks out from her lips in frustration. Has Robina’s past struggles finally got to her? Either yes or no she holds her head with both hands and rocks left and right. She even kicks one of the ladders before using both hands to pull a rose out from behind her head.
“These ladders won’t make me fall …and you won’t step on me like you did before…I’m walking out of Scar and Stripes, and this Scene of ReBirth, as not only ‘Miss FSW’…but also Miss Money in the Bank…”
Slowly, but not unstably, crumbles out from her panting lips before dropping her rose. The moment the flower hit the floor everything vanishes into whiteness.