Post by MasterEvil on Sept 2, 2018 22:03:32 GMT
“David Scott, David Scott, David Scott…”
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in some kind of medical room. Why are we here? Because sitting on a bed, with doctors flooding around her to help stop her bleeding, is The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. Judging by the CGFC Imperial Championship laying across her lap we’ve just caught The Emo Princess not long after winning her first MMA Championship as she shoots us a cocky smile.
“You had the chance of a lifetime at Night of Champions…all you had to do is defeat someone who has failed in the past…only to fail yourself. Just like you did against Sarah, Draco and some guy in baby oil…yet you expect to beat me? I’ve beaten the Sarah Roberts, the Draco Lazaruses and I swear a couple of people I’ve beaten in the past were covered in that oil. So sorry if you think I’m going to simply roll over for you to get your momentum back. For these upcoming three months starts my final charge and I’ll be damned to hell and back and back again before I let some guy who couldn’t cut it on Brawl get the better of me. Heh, see you on Tuesday…just don’t expect me to do any less to you than what I did to win that Imperial Championship…”
Haughtily departs Miss Hood’s lips with an equally arrogant chuckle as she proudly pats her newly won gold before closing her eyes so the medical crew could start working on putting stitches on her face.
Enters our ears as we find ourselves in some kind of medical room. Why are we here? Because sitting on a bed, with doctors flooding around her to help stop her bleeding, is The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. Judging by the CGFC Imperial Championship laying across her lap we’ve just caught The Emo Princess not long after winning her first MMA Championship as she shoots us a cocky smile.
“You had the chance of a lifetime at Night of Champions…all you had to do is defeat someone who has failed in the past…only to fail yourself. Just like you did against Sarah, Draco and some guy in baby oil…yet you expect to beat me? I’ve beaten the Sarah Roberts, the Draco Lazaruses and I swear a couple of people I’ve beaten in the past were covered in that oil. So sorry if you think I’m going to simply roll over for you to get your momentum back. For these upcoming three months starts my final charge and I’ll be damned to hell and back and back again before I let some guy who couldn’t cut it on Brawl get the better of me. Heh, see you on Tuesday…just don’t expect me to do any less to you than what I did to win that Imperial Championship…”
Haughtily departs Miss Hood’s lips with an equally arrogant chuckle as she proudly pats her newly won gold before closing her eyes so the medical crew could start working on putting stitches on her face.