Post by MasterEvil on Jul 8, 2018 2:38:26 GMT
SPIKE DOOMSDAY DRIVER!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And like that Luke Wolfe pinned me. Griffin Hawkins and Polly Pocket relied on my and I’ve let them down. Ashton Drake expects a strong challenger and I disappointed him. Everyone in Glendale wants to cheer for me and I failed them all. Why are those three saving me from Anarchy’16? I deserve this for my failure. I can’t look into any of their eyes at all…why should they waste their time with a disappointment? I shoved them off and quickly make my exit. They can pretend to be worried, pretend to not be ashamed, pretend to care…I know the truth. Trying to be some nice girl isn’t me.
For I am no nice girl.
For I am nothing.
For I am nowhere.
For I am no one at all.
Luke Wolfe has awoken me to this…and I will return the favour.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
And like that Luke Wolfe pinned me. Griffin Hawkins and Polly Pocket relied on my and I’ve let them down. Ashton Drake expects a strong challenger and I disappointed him. Everyone in Glendale wants to cheer for me and I failed them all. Why are those three saving me from Anarchy’16? I deserve this for my failure. I can’t look into any of their eyes at all…why should they waste their time with a disappointment? I shoved them off and quickly make my exit. They can pretend to be worried, pretend to not be ashamed, pretend to care…I know the truth. Trying to be some nice girl isn’t me.
For I am no nice girl.
For I am nothing.
For I am nowhere.
For I am no one at all.
Luke Wolfe has awoken me to this…and I will return the favour.
“I guess I should be saying congratulations Luke…”
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a park somewhere in Daly City. Why are we here? Where is that voice coming from? Both are being answered by the sight of Robina Hood – in her red military styled dress, which does nothing to hide some taping that is wrapped around her chest – clapping very slowly as she is currently sitting on a bench by her lonesome.
“Congratulations on walking out of Scars and Stripes in victory. Congratulations on keeping your hundred and two day reign alive. And congratulations on needing an entire hour to defeat someone who has already defeating you in a lot less time. What? Because Luke is the Undisputed Champion we have to forget that, for someone who is supposed to be EWC’s best, he seems over reliant on a certain party trick. What about me and my mist, you ask? Silly Luke, this ain’t about me. This is about me congratulating you on managing to keep hold of a Title that you needed to rely on a certain two people retiring to get your hands on in the first place.
But hey, congratulation on being the first Undisputed Champion to actually appear on FSW, let alone compete here…so let me tell you in on a little secret. You see FSW? Some may call it a development roster, some may even dare to say that only now it is a ‘third brand’, but the truth is this…this ‘brand’ is my stage, this ‘roster’ are my support acts and every, single, episode of FSW – Uprising or not – is my scene. Mine. Not Sebastian Conner and his briefcase, not whoever the newest general manager is and the current FSW Champion, as well as your Trinity teammate, Xavier Reid…mine…mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE!”
While she started off in a mocking manner, which itself was further empathised by her slow clapping, The Emo Princess’ voice and body language slowly breaks down to frustration until a point where the milky skinned woman springs up from her bench and punch the wooden seat to a loud echo. Afterwards she slowly looks back to us with a calmer look while now holding a red rose in her right hand.
“Sorry, I’m usually much more composed, I’m just a little bit absolutely livid about what happened at Scars and Stripes. Oh yeah, oh yeah, you went through an iron man match…but guess what? I went through a ladder match on that very same night. So tiredness won’t be an excuse you can rely on after our upcoming scene ends with me turning the ‘Sound of Thunder’ into the Sound of Silence by beating you in the middle of Cow Palace. What is that? Did I offend you, Mister ‘Untouchable’? Then cry me a river, have your Trinity build you a bridge and get over it.
Actually…now I think about it…for someone who wants to be known Untouchable you seem to be quick to find protection, sorry I mean backup. No, seriously, when I first came to EWC you were part of Anarchy’16…then you destroyed the group yourself and formed Legion…only to then form Trinity later on. You sure do go around, don’t you? Maybe it’s some kind of inferiority thing you have, a desperate need of people to protect you and tell you how good you are…a fact that not only that Championship you have should already tell you that, but also embarrasses the legacy of that Title. Yes, I’ve said it, you’re an embarrassment to the Undisputed Championship.”
Sternly yet mockingly departs The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she decides to finish her words before dropping her flower. However the moment it hit the floor, instead of a flash of light, an arrogant smirk appears upon her face.
“See? You’re too much of an embarrassment for me to even consider allowing into the Theatre of the Deranged. But don’t feel so bad about being such an embarrassment Luke…for now you can somewhat comprehend how I feel…”
Her haughty demeanour gives way to a sense of sadness as she lets herself slump back upon the bench before leaning forward to look directly at us.
“What do I mean? Everyone and their grandmothers know about how ashamed I still about my performance when I faced the Undisputed Champion at Wrestlefest two years ago…but what this date? Twenty-fifth November, twenty-sixteen, a night in Japan…I teamed up with two others to take on your Anarchy’16 team and, with all eyes on me, I fell. You not only beat me that night but you also destroyed me. A weaker me maybe, but me regardless…so many things flew from my mind from that moment. How can I cope with this? How can I redeem myself? And how can I move on from letting down EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER SUPPORTED ME?
That, along with Wrestlefest, has haunt me endlessly. The humiliation rampages through my mind like an uncontrollable Gyarados. And now in three days’ time…in falls count anywhere…here we are, in my Scene of ReBirth.
For while, during late last year, I’ve been often one to demand a shot at the Undisputed Championship…all that I ever want was just one match, against whoever the Champion was at the time, so I can produce the kind of performance that more than makes up for the fraud that I was at Wrestlefest. And now, thanks to you wanting to be the ‘EWC Heavyweight Championship of the World’, I finally get a chance to give out the performance that undoes all wrongs of both that night and the six man tag…”
Trails off the demented Englishwoman’s tongue as she spends a moment smoothing her dress before a more arrogant looking smile reappears upon her face.
“So thank you, Luke, I thank you for this opportunity and I’ll be more than happy to give my gratitude in the form of me turning the ‘Untouchable’ into the unfixable. Yes, you’ve defeated me on that night and I once defeated you at Rumble in the Bronx, but – at the end of the day – this upcoming Tuesday will be the very first time we’ve faced each other, one on one, and while many can think a falls count anywhere match benefits you…heh…let’s just say this…at the end of my Scene of ReBirth…”
While saying her words The Purple Haired Dynamo slowly raises up to her feet and puffs her chest out rather proudly. Near the end of her words that Miss Hood turns to face away from us, as if contemplating her departure. However the young Brit pauses herself to glance towards us with a vindictive smile.
“You’ll know why the previous holders of your Title were too afraid to come onto my stage.”
An almost harmless giggle follows, juxtaposing her final words, as – with her smile widening in an almost disturbing manner – Robina walks away. The last thing we see before fading to black is the very bench she was previously on.
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a park somewhere in Daly City. Why are we here? Where is that voice coming from? Both are being answered by the sight of Robina Hood – in her red military styled dress, which does nothing to hide some taping that is wrapped around her chest – clapping very slowly as she is currently sitting on a bench by her lonesome.
“Congratulations on walking out of Scars and Stripes in victory. Congratulations on keeping your hundred and two day reign alive. And congratulations on needing an entire hour to defeat someone who has already defeating you in a lot less time. What? Because Luke is the Undisputed Champion we have to forget that, for someone who is supposed to be EWC’s best, he seems over reliant on a certain party trick. What about me and my mist, you ask? Silly Luke, this ain’t about me. This is about me congratulating you on managing to keep hold of a Title that you needed to rely on a certain two people retiring to get your hands on in the first place.
But hey, congratulation on being the first Undisputed Champion to actually appear on FSW, let alone compete here…so let me tell you in on a little secret. You see FSW? Some may call it a development roster, some may even dare to say that only now it is a ‘third brand’, but the truth is this…this ‘brand’ is my stage, this ‘roster’ are my support acts and every, single, episode of FSW – Uprising or not – is my scene. Mine. Not Sebastian Conner and his briefcase, not whoever the newest general manager is and the current FSW Champion, as well as your Trinity teammate, Xavier Reid…mine…mine, mine, mine, mine, MINE!”
While she started off in a mocking manner, which itself was further empathised by her slow clapping, The Emo Princess’ voice and body language slowly breaks down to frustration until a point where the milky skinned woman springs up from her bench and punch the wooden seat to a loud echo. Afterwards she slowly looks back to us with a calmer look while now holding a red rose in her right hand.
“Sorry, I’m usually much more composed, I’m just a little bit absolutely livid about what happened at Scars and Stripes. Oh yeah, oh yeah, you went through an iron man match…but guess what? I went through a ladder match on that very same night. So tiredness won’t be an excuse you can rely on after our upcoming scene ends with me turning the ‘Sound of Thunder’ into the Sound of Silence by beating you in the middle of Cow Palace. What is that? Did I offend you, Mister ‘Untouchable’? Then cry me a river, have your Trinity build you a bridge and get over it.
Actually…now I think about it…for someone who wants to be known Untouchable you seem to be quick to find protection, sorry I mean backup. No, seriously, when I first came to EWC you were part of Anarchy’16…then you destroyed the group yourself and formed Legion…only to then form Trinity later on. You sure do go around, don’t you? Maybe it’s some kind of inferiority thing you have, a desperate need of people to protect you and tell you how good you are…a fact that not only that Championship you have should already tell you that, but also embarrasses the legacy of that Title. Yes, I’ve said it, you’re an embarrassment to the Undisputed Championship.”
Sternly yet mockingly departs The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she decides to finish her words before dropping her flower. However the moment it hit the floor, instead of a flash of light, an arrogant smirk appears upon her face.
“See? You’re too much of an embarrassment for me to even consider allowing into the Theatre of the Deranged. But don’t feel so bad about being such an embarrassment Luke…for now you can somewhat comprehend how I feel…”
Her haughty demeanour gives way to a sense of sadness as she lets herself slump back upon the bench before leaning forward to look directly at us.
“What do I mean? Everyone and their grandmothers know about how ashamed I still about my performance when I faced the Undisputed Champion at Wrestlefest two years ago…but what this date? Twenty-fifth November, twenty-sixteen, a night in Japan…I teamed up with two others to take on your Anarchy’16 team and, with all eyes on me, I fell. You not only beat me that night but you also destroyed me. A weaker me maybe, but me regardless…so many things flew from my mind from that moment. How can I cope with this? How can I redeem myself? And how can I move on from letting down EVERYONE WHO HAS EVER SUPPORTED ME?
That, along with Wrestlefest, has haunt me endlessly. The humiliation rampages through my mind like an uncontrollable Gyarados. And now in three days’ time…in falls count anywhere…here we are, in my Scene of ReBirth.
For while, during late last year, I’ve been often one to demand a shot at the Undisputed Championship…all that I ever want was just one match, against whoever the Champion was at the time, so I can produce the kind of performance that more than makes up for the fraud that I was at Wrestlefest. And now, thanks to you wanting to be the ‘EWC Heavyweight Championship of the World’, I finally get a chance to give out the performance that undoes all wrongs of both that night and the six man tag…”
Trails off the demented Englishwoman’s tongue as she spends a moment smoothing her dress before a more arrogant looking smile reappears upon her face.
“So thank you, Luke, I thank you for this opportunity and I’ll be more than happy to give my gratitude in the form of me turning the ‘Untouchable’ into the unfixable. Yes, you’ve defeated me on that night and I once defeated you at Rumble in the Bronx, but – at the end of the day – this upcoming Tuesday will be the very first time we’ve faced each other, one on one, and while many can think a falls count anywhere match benefits you…heh…let’s just say this…at the end of my Scene of ReBirth…”
While saying her words The Purple Haired Dynamo slowly raises up to her feet and puffs her chest out rather proudly. Near the end of her words that Miss Hood turns to face away from us, as if contemplating her departure. However the young Brit pauses herself to glance towards us with a vindictive smile.
“You’ll know why the previous holders of your Title were too afraid to come onto my stage.”
An almost harmless giggle follows, juxtaposing her final words, as – with her smile widening in an almost disturbing manner – Robina walks away. The last thing we see before fading to black is the very bench she was previously on.
Not long now. Currently at the black curtains and soon it’ll be the match I’ve been clawing, scratching and desiring for years. Me versus the Undisputed Champion. My attire is neatened and my boots are fastened. No more room for doubt. You’ve fought hard to establish yourself Otaki, but now it is my turn to do this.
For I can win this.
For I am ready.
For I am Robina Hood.
For FSW is my stage.
I can hear my music starting. Just swallowed these pills…and now it is time for me to redeem ourselves. Luke and Trinity may think that they’re ready for Otaki. Well…just wait until they get a load of me.
For I can win this.
For I am ready.
For I am Robina Hood.
For FSW is my stage.
I can hear my music starting. Just swallowed these pills…and now it is time for me to redeem ourselves. Luke and Trinity may think that they’re ready for Otaki. Well…just wait until they get a load of me.