Post by MasterEvil on Aug 24, 2018 23:02:58 GMT
We find ourselves backstage of the Cow Palace. Why are we here? Because sitting on one of the boxes, tending to her heavy bandaged up chest, is The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. The cuts, bruises and occasional splinter patterning across her body being more than evident to the fact that, against medical advice, she hasn’t approached the official FSW doctor yet. However it seem that the moment we spotted her The Emo Princess noticed us.
“Don’t get too concerned. Everyone gets hurt, for no one is indestructible. Did you know that there are two kind of people in this world of life. Those who takes this as motivation to never stop until their dying breath, like me, and those who panic and cling to anything with the hope of surviving as long as they can…kind of like how Draco Lazarus has been gripping and grasping onto his friends of Collateral Damage like a fish trapped on a hook. Then again is there any room for friendship in a hoard of rats? After all, no matter the show, they’ve invaded and gnawed at practically everything they can get their claws on like a bunch of disgusting rats.
Funny enough I didn’t have anything against them, if anything I purposely chose to ignore them and focus primarily on winning back the Championship I lost at Wrestlefest. Collateral Damage weren’t any harm to me and, if anything, they brought a little sense of anarchy around, a sense I sometime missed producing myself…
But then you made the mistake of getting involved in my business, Draco. Not once but twice you’ve interfered in my matches and not once but twice you’ve attacked me in those matches. So don’t be surprised if, at Night of Champions, I end up making you burn with this fire of a thousand suns not once but twice. If anything that night could end up becoming judgement day for you as, for all your crimes, you’re not locked in the ring with the lumberjacks being our jury and me being both the judge and executioner. Or maybe instead the lumberjacks are our cage and I’m the bear you’ve been poking for weeks. Well guess what Draco? You ain’t Masha and I’m going to maul you this Monday.”
Viciously hisses out from the milky skinned competitor’s lips, the hissing possibly out of pain as The Emo Princess clutches onto the side of her chest before continuing with a calmer voice.
“But I ain’t stupid, I know for a fact that you and your dogs didn’t target me for no reason. At the first episode of Uprising I straight up declared that you lot weren’t going to ‘provide any problems’ to me. So I guess I can say that this has been my fault…so it makes perfect sense why I should be the one to deal with it by cutting the head off this rather hideous snake. Curious though, Draco, have at any point of those attacks after attacks after attacks did you ever wonder what would happen if all those people you’ve attacked joined together to deal with you? Just wondering since, with every single one of them surrounding the ring this Monday, there will be no physical way your supposed friends can save you.
Not that you need saving. Why is that? Is it because, by hook or by crook, you did manage to defeat Candy? Could it be because how you managed to outsmart your way into possessing FSW’s money in the bank briefcase? Or maybe it could be that underneath your needy, pathetic, stupid attempts at the spotlight like an attention whore, that there could be a genuinely strong fighter?”
Departs from the Englishwoman’s lips in a possible sign of wonder…until she suddenly crumbles into a loud burst of laughter. However the laughter slowly collapse to a grunt as the girl’s grip on her chest tightens in possible agony before smiling cockily.
“Sorry, I was struggling to say that last part without laughing. Sure you managed to defeat Candy but I already did that. Smartness could be useful when against someone gullible like Criss Cassidy but genius is not only what got me to become the two hundred and five day Championship reign but also what got me to outlast you at the Stranglemania battle royal, the match you debuted in. And as for genuinely strong? You and those words in the same sentence is the best joke I’ve heard all year. You think that, after all the attacks, you’re entering this match with an advantage? Idiot. This isn’t a match…this is your gallows and I am the hangwoman. So why did I say that you don’t need saving? Because the moment you see me coming it’ll be way too late for dear, cowardly, Lazarus.
Hell, instead of offering your briefcase, Brandon forced you to put the money in the bank briefcase on the line to balance out the fact I am literally putting my FSW career on the line to put a permanent end to the problem I started.
But why did I put my FSW contract on the line? Could it have been an attempt to play to your ego, of becoming a career ender, and accept this match that doesn’t benefit you at all? Maybe it could be that I’m so excited by our game, or me scaring you and you attacking me over and over again, that I want the finale to be awe-inspiring? Perhaps it is to add extra dramatics to our upcoming Scene? Or probably Old Yeller is trying to rush to the end?
Nope.
None of those things.
No, no, no, no, no.
So why am I so willing to put my future in potential turmoil?”
Miss Hood lets herself fall to silence for a moment, her face mentally contemplating how to answer her own question and event looked down for a moment before looking back up towards us as she slides herself off the box with a look of seriousness upon her face.
“April, two years ago, I signed a contract to be part of FSW, EWC’s then ‘development brand’. Later that year I won Rumble in the Bronx and embarked on a record setting eight month losing streak. Last year I ended said streak, won the FSW Championship and proceeded to hold it for the record length before losing it at Wrestlefest. At the start of this year I declared that I want to be a two time FSW Champion, something all the previous holders show any interest in doing, yet proceeded to spend most the year struggling against person after person, challenge after challenge. And while I struggled, from beating Magdalena Lockheart – for the very first time – one show to losing to Kaden Kessler the next, people like Kristian Bane, Xavier Reid and Smokey Jones get a shot before I do…even when I’m the one who probably deserves it the most.
All that has me thinking though…maybe that is why all the other Champions were quick to leave…maybe, just like them, I have fully developed while everyone around me is still developing? Lexie Glass is stronger than ever, new members are more impressive than ever and with every day that pass, especially with less than four months left in my contract, I feel further and further away from that Championship opportunity.
So I’ve put my FSW career on the line because it is time for me to go big or go home…because, briefcase or no briefcase, I need to win this match. I have slain three personal demons – the Undisputed Championship, Maggie Lockheart and Amis Shelton – but now I have one more demon I need slay before I can truly push for the FSW Championship…my self-disbelief. Yes, even someone has amazing as me can be my own worst critic…so what a better way than to go out there, put everything on the line and – unlike Derek Wellings – I plan to succeed in my Scene of Reckoning.”
Sharply leaves The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she starts running her free hand through her hair while her eyes look almost completely spaced out.
“So, if anything Draco Lazarus, at Night of Champions you are going to find out all it feels-”
The young Brit’s eyes sharpened as a smirk dangerously draws itself across her face.
“-to be collateral damage.”
With a final, pain filled, chuckle Robina gives us an arrogant smirk before walking pass us, the last thing we see – before everything dies to blackness – being the box she was originally sitting on.
“Don’t get too concerned. Everyone gets hurt, for no one is indestructible. Did you know that there are two kind of people in this world of life. Those who takes this as motivation to never stop until their dying breath, like me, and those who panic and cling to anything with the hope of surviving as long as they can…kind of like how Draco Lazarus has been gripping and grasping onto his friends of Collateral Damage like a fish trapped on a hook. Then again is there any room for friendship in a hoard of rats? After all, no matter the show, they’ve invaded and gnawed at practically everything they can get their claws on like a bunch of disgusting rats.
Funny enough I didn’t have anything against them, if anything I purposely chose to ignore them and focus primarily on winning back the Championship I lost at Wrestlefest. Collateral Damage weren’t any harm to me and, if anything, they brought a little sense of anarchy around, a sense I sometime missed producing myself…
But then you made the mistake of getting involved in my business, Draco. Not once but twice you’ve interfered in my matches and not once but twice you’ve attacked me in those matches. So don’t be surprised if, at Night of Champions, I end up making you burn with this fire of a thousand suns not once but twice. If anything that night could end up becoming judgement day for you as, for all your crimes, you’re not locked in the ring with the lumberjacks being our jury and me being both the judge and executioner. Or maybe instead the lumberjacks are our cage and I’m the bear you’ve been poking for weeks. Well guess what Draco? You ain’t Masha and I’m going to maul you this Monday.”
Viciously hisses out from the milky skinned competitor’s lips, the hissing possibly out of pain as The Emo Princess clutches onto the side of her chest before continuing with a calmer voice.
“But I ain’t stupid, I know for a fact that you and your dogs didn’t target me for no reason. At the first episode of Uprising I straight up declared that you lot weren’t going to ‘provide any problems’ to me. So I guess I can say that this has been my fault…so it makes perfect sense why I should be the one to deal with it by cutting the head off this rather hideous snake. Curious though, Draco, have at any point of those attacks after attacks after attacks did you ever wonder what would happen if all those people you’ve attacked joined together to deal with you? Just wondering since, with every single one of them surrounding the ring this Monday, there will be no physical way your supposed friends can save you.
Not that you need saving. Why is that? Is it because, by hook or by crook, you did manage to defeat Candy? Could it be because how you managed to outsmart your way into possessing FSW’s money in the bank briefcase? Or maybe it could be that underneath your needy, pathetic, stupid attempts at the spotlight like an attention whore, that there could be a genuinely strong fighter?”
Departs from the Englishwoman’s lips in a possible sign of wonder…until she suddenly crumbles into a loud burst of laughter. However the laughter slowly collapse to a grunt as the girl’s grip on her chest tightens in possible agony before smiling cockily.
“Sorry, I was struggling to say that last part without laughing. Sure you managed to defeat Candy but I already did that. Smartness could be useful when against someone gullible like Criss Cassidy but genius is not only what got me to become the two hundred and five day Championship reign but also what got me to outlast you at the Stranglemania battle royal, the match you debuted in. And as for genuinely strong? You and those words in the same sentence is the best joke I’ve heard all year. You think that, after all the attacks, you’re entering this match with an advantage? Idiot. This isn’t a match…this is your gallows and I am the hangwoman. So why did I say that you don’t need saving? Because the moment you see me coming it’ll be way too late for dear, cowardly, Lazarus.
Hell, instead of offering your briefcase, Brandon forced you to put the money in the bank briefcase on the line to balance out the fact I am literally putting my FSW career on the line to put a permanent end to the problem I started.
But why did I put my FSW contract on the line? Could it have been an attempt to play to your ego, of becoming a career ender, and accept this match that doesn’t benefit you at all? Maybe it could be that I’m so excited by our game, or me scaring you and you attacking me over and over again, that I want the finale to be awe-inspiring? Perhaps it is to add extra dramatics to our upcoming Scene? Or probably Old Yeller is trying to rush to the end?
Nope.
None of those things.
No, no, no, no, no.
So why am I so willing to put my future in potential turmoil?”
Miss Hood lets herself fall to silence for a moment, her face mentally contemplating how to answer her own question and event looked down for a moment before looking back up towards us as she slides herself off the box with a look of seriousness upon her face.
“April, two years ago, I signed a contract to be part of FSW, EWC’s then ‘development brand’. Later that year I won Rumble in the Bronx and embarked on a record setting eight month losing streak. Last year I ended said streak, won the FSW Championship and proceeded to hold it for the record length before losing it at Wrestlefest. At the start of this year I declared that I want to be a two time FSW Champion, something all the previous holders show any interest in doing, yet proceeded to spend most the year struggling against person after person, challenge after challenge. And while I struggled, from beating Magdalena Lockheart – for the very first time – one show to losing to Kaden Kessler the next, people like Kristian Bane, Xavier Reid and Smokey Jones get a shot before I do…even when I’m the one who probably deserves it the most.
All that has me thinking though…maybe that is why all the other Champions were quick to leave…maybe, just like them, I have fully developed while everyone around me is still developing? Lexie Glass is stronger than ever, new members are more impressive than ever and with every day that pass, especially with less than four months left in my contract, I feel further and further away from that Championship opportunity.
So I’ve put my FSW career on the line because it is time for me to go big or go home…because, briefcase or no briefcase, I need to win this match. I have slain three personal demons – the Undisputed Championship, Maggie Lockheart and Amis Shelton – but now I have one more demon I need slay before I can truly push for the FSW Championship…my self-disbelief. Yes, even someone has amazing as me can be my own worst critic…so what a better way than to go out there, put everything on the line and – unlike Derek Wellings – I plan to succeed in my Scene of Reckoning.”
Sharply leaves The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she starts running her free hand through her hair while her eyes look almost completely spaced out.
“So, if anything Draco Lazarus, at Night of Champions you are going to find out all it feels-”
The young Brit’s eyes sharpened as a smirk dangerously draws itself across her face.
“-to be collateral damage.”
With a final, pain filled, chuckle Robina gives us an arrogant smirk before walking pass us, the last thing we see – before everything dies to blackness – being the box she was originally sitting on.