Post by MasterEvil on Aug 17, 2018 23:46:30 GMT
“Well to say that last Uprising didn’t go to plan would be an understatement…”
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a gym of some kind. Why are we here? Because, kicking at a punching bag, is The Emo Princess known as Robina Hood. Clearly she must’ve been referring to a fortnight ago where she was not only attacked by Collateral Damage again but also lost to debuting Kaden Kessler. Maybe being here could be a sign that she is taking her upcoming opponent, Sarah Roberts, very seriously?
“But that was then, this is now and this Tuesday I get to face a very interesting someone. Someone with over twenty years of MMA experience. Someone who is so vicious – both inside a cage and on a microphone – that she is often referred to as a ‘Destroyer’. And someone who is currently undefeated with a pretty decent looking three and zero streak. If you haven’t gotten on track yet I’m talking about Sarah Roberts, the woman who is not only otherwise known as The Deerfield Destroyer but has also made a relatively impressive name for herself by defeating the likes of Iggy Swango, Lexie Glass and David Scott.
But why call yourself a ‘Destroyer’? Are you a human battleship? Do you bring the apocalypse upon those who dare stand before you in the ring? Or do you simply make hotel rooms look like it suffered a terrorist attack? Sorry, Miss Destroyer, you just remind me of someone that I use to know. Actually, now I think about it, you remind of two people I’ve crossed paths with in the past. Both of them were experienced MMA fighters who tried a hand at professional wrestling, both of which have a reputation of being destructive and, just like you at this very moment, both of whom were good enough to become Championship worthy. ‘Were’ being the keyword of that last point for they both made the same mistake you’re going to make, they both suffered the consequences and they both have vanished off the face of the Earth.”
While her assault are a mix of elbow smashes, knee strikes and punches Miss Hood halts her movement as she instead places the palm of her left hand against the bag dangling in front of her.
“What is this mistake that they’ve made back then?
What is the mistake that you’re going to make this Tuesday?
They, like you’re going to, both made the mistake of crossing me.”
With those words the milky skinned competitor punches her right hand into the bag and seems to fiddle her arm a little before pulling her own crowbar out from the hole.
“Who were they? Well two years ago I fought against the former fighter known as Eve O’Connell, a woman who has founded much success in her past career and – similar to you – made such an amazing impact that she was considered for a shot at FSW contendership after her very first match. The only thing in her way was me. We fought hard but in the end I overcame her, to a point where – probably out of embarrassment – she faded off to obscurity. Who was the other though? Back in twenty-fourteen there was this other fighter, one who never went professional in that craft but seemed quite talented, called Alana O’Byrne. She was so great that the moment she came in the doors people were like ‘wow, now that’s a woman I can see becoming World Champion’…but then she crossed me…and I ended her chances of ever entering a ring again…”
Throughout her words The Emo Princess uses her free hand to caress her metal object while her eyes fixate upon it before noticing us.
“By literally cracking her skull open with this crowbar…”
A sickening smile etches itself across Robina’s face as she suddenly swings the crowbar, causing the punch bag to fall upon the floor at the moment of impact as her attention fully turns to us with her smile fades away to a lifeless stare.
“No disqualification matches are quite fun, don’t you agree Sarah? After all it allows you to go as grizzly and revoltingly vile as you wish, unlike those other places that have blacklisted you in the past. But please don’t forget this friendly message from someone who was once known as the Iron Maiden…for while this match can allow you to be mean…it also allows me to show why haemophobia is a thing. Oh I know about those three impressive people you’ve beaten so far, but have them ever been FSW Champion? Or maybe one of them won Rumble in the Bronx? Oh wait, neither have. So right now I’m the biggest bridge you’re coming across and, just like Roy Urquhart, you’ll find out that I’m the bridge too far.
Sure loads of people already know about your experience in mixed martial arts but the four sides of steel you’re entering isn’t the same as the one you’re used to. Yeah, you – or that ‘Asian Don King’ Delilah Huang – may want everyone to know you as this ‘Deerfield Destroyer’ but you are no destructive force. You’re just some loudmouth with anger problems. I’ve ended people’s chances, I’ve ended people’s lives and I simply smiled liked the Cheshire fucking Cat. You want to be a destroyer but what you need to realise is…
That I am the one who ended the undefeated streaks of Creed, Stephen Kingston and Jeremy Warren.
That I am the reason people like Gyasi and Madalena Lockheart are no longer seen in FSW.
And that I am a REAL destroyer.”
A chuckle crawls out from the Englishwoman’s lips as she slowly strokes her crowbar across the surface of the fallen bag.
“And by agreeing to this no disqualification match you’re entering my world, my scene, my cage…and – like I said earlier – this cage isn’t the same that you’re used to. I do think of you an amazing talent, someone truly breath-taking in not too long, but the one you’re entering this Uprising…”
With a predatory look in her almost seemingly lost eyes The Purple Haired Dynamo lifts her weapon of choice up and points it directly at us as an arrogant looking smirk forces its way across her face.
“Is one that you won’t survive.”
Once those confident sounding words departs the haughty woman’s lips Robina giggles before walking past us, leaving the fallen punching bag as the last thing we see before everything fades to black.
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in a gym of some kind. Why are we here? Because, kicking at a punching bag, is The Emo Princess known as Robina Hood. Clearly she must’ve been referring to a fortnight ago where she was not only attacked by Collateral Damage again but also lost to debuting Kaden Kessler. Maybe being here could be a sign that she is taking her upcoming opponent, Sarah Roberts, very seriously?
“But that was then, this is now and this Tuesday I get to face a very interesting someone. Someone with over twenty years of MMA experience. Someone who is so vicious – both inside a cage and on a microphone – that she is often referred to as a ‘Destroyer’. And someone who is currently undefeated with a pretty decent looking three and zero streak. If you haven’t gotten on track yet I’m talking about Sarah Roberts, the woman who is not only otherwise known as The Deerfield Destroyer but has also made a relatively impressive name for herself by defeating the likes of Iggy Swango, Lexie Glass and David Scott.
But why call yourself a ‘Destroyer’? Are you a human battleship? Do you bring the apocalypse upon those who dare stand before you in the ring? Or do you simply make hotel rooms look like it suffered a terrorist attack? Sorry, Miss Destroyer, you just remind me of someone that I use to know. Actually, now I think about it, you remind of two people I’ve crossed paths with in the past. Both of them were experienced MMA fighters who tried a hand at professional wrestling, both of which have a reputation of being destructive and, just like you at this very moment, both of whom were good enough to become Championship worthy. ‘Were’ being the keyword of that last point for they both made the same mistake you’re going to make, they both suffered the consequences and they both have vanished off the face of the Earth.”
While her assault are a mix of elbow smashes, knee strikes and punches Miss Hood halts her movement as she instead places the palm of her left hand against the bag dangling in front of her.
“What is this mistake that they’ve made back then?
What is the mistake that you’re going to make this Tuesday?
They, like you’re going to, both made the mistake of crossing me.”
With those words the milky skinned competitor punches her right hand into the bag and seems to fiddle her arm a little before pulling her own crowbar out from the hole.
“Who were they? Well two years ago I fought against the former fighter known as Eve O’Connell, a woman who has founded much success in her past career and – similar to you – made such an amazing impact that she was considered for a shot at FSW contendership after her very first match. The only thing in her way was me. We fought hard but in the end I overcame her, to a point where – probably out of embarrassment – she faded off to obscurity. Who was the other though? Back in twenty-fourteen there was this other fighter, one who never went professional in that craft but seemed quite talented, called Alana O’Byrne. She was so great that the moment she came in the doors people were like ‘wow, now that’s a woman I can see becoming World Champion’…but then she crossed me…and I ended her chances of ever entering a ring again…”
Throughout her words The Emo Princess uses her free hand to caress her metal object while her eyes fixate upon it before noticing us.
“By literally cracking her skull open with this crowbar…”
A sickening smile etches itself across Robina’s face as she suddenly swings the crowbar, causing the punch bag to fall upon the floor at the moment of impact as her attention fully turns to us with her smile fades away to a lifeless stare.
“No disqualification matches are quite fun, don’t you agree Sarah? After all it allows you to go as grizzly and revoltingly vile as you wish, unlike those other places that have blacklisted you in the past. But please don’t forget this friendly message from someone who was once known as the Iron Maiden…for while this match can allow you to be mean…it also allows me to show why haemophobia is a thing. Oh I know about those three impressive people you’ve beaten so far, but have them ever been FSW Champion? Or maybe one of them won Rumble in the Bronx? Oh wait, neither have. So right now I’m the biggest bridge you’re coming across and, just like Roy Urquhart, you’ll find out that I’m the bridge too far.
Sure loads of people already know about your experience in mixed martial arts but the four sides of steel you’re entering isn’t the same as the one you’re used to. Yeah, you – or that ‘Asian Don King’ Delilah Huang – may want everyone to know you as this ‘Deerfield Destroyer’ but you are no destructive force. You’re just some loudmouth with anger problems. I’ve ended people’s chances, I’ve ended people’s lives and I simply smiled liked the Cheshire fucking Cat. You want to be a destroyer but what you need to realise is…
That I am the one who ended the undefeated streaks of Creed, Stephen Kingston and Jeremy Warren.
That I am the reason people like Gyasi and Madalena Lockheart are no longer seen in FSW.
And that I am a REAL destroyer.”
A chuckle crawls out from the Englishwoman’s lips as she slowly strokes her crowbar across the surface of the fallen bag.
“And by agreeing to this no disqualification match you’re entering my world, my scene, my cage…and – like I said earlier – this cage isn’t the same that you’re used to. I do think of you an amazing talent, someone truly breath-taking in not too long, but the one you’re entering this Uprising…”
With a predatory look in her almost seemingly lost eyes The Purple Haired Dynamo lifts her weapon of choice up and points it directly at us as an arrogant looking smirk forces its way across her face.
“Is one that you won’t survive.”
Once those confident sounding words departs the haughty woman’s lips Robina giggles before walking past us, leaving the fallen punching bag as the last thing we see before everything fades to black.