Robina Hood Rumble In The Bronx Entry

[MasterEvil]

Last year was my best year professionally but a nightmare personally. While personally everything is much better, professionally this year has been so up and down I almost threw up a few times. Thank goodness that my career has finally begin to stabilise. And what a time for that to happen. I’ve shocked the world by becoming a MMA Champion, I finally got my FSW Championship shot by winning the money in the Bank briefcase and in seventeen days I get to enter Rumble in the Bronx. Two years ago I won this match and catapulted myself to stardom. Will I be able to repeat that success this year? Or will I dud out like last year before fading away once my contract ends?

“Mama…you’re squeezing too tightly…”

Oh shit, I’m almost hugging my little Sarah to death. Today is her first day at school and I’m so happy to be here for her, though worried at the same time…for I still fear that one day she’ll get taken away again, but this time for good. Such a spine chilling thought as I let my little girl go.

“Sorry Sarah. But have you got everything?”

“Yes Mama!”

Oh that cheerful smile! And she looks so cute in her uniform!

“Will you or Mommy pick me up afterschool?”

“Maybe, if you’re a good girl in your classes, both me and Shannon will get to pick you up.”

“Yay! I’ll be the best girl ever! So Mama won’t be sad anymore!”

Pardon? What was that?

“What do you mean Sarah?”

“Well you and Mommy are always very noisy-”

Okay I will admit to awkwardly glancing around to make sure nobody was around to listen in on our conversation.

“-and last night you sounded sad when you were telling Mommy something about fading away.”

I grunted softly at the surprise hug from Sarah. When did she get so bleeding strong!?!

“Please don’t fade away Mama.”

I couldn’t help but smile softly at my daughter’s cuteness.

“Don’t worry dear; I’ll never fade away.”

I said while strongly holding onto my little girl before letting her go and watching her go into the building with the other children. Never fade away…that’s it! I will win this rumble again and I’ll never fade away.

“Not long until Rumble in the Bronx…”

Enters our ears as we find ourselves backstage at the Cow Palace. Why are we specifically in front of a vending machine? Because sitting on top of said machine is Robina Hood. Judging by the lack of bruising the Englishwoman mustn’t have gone out for her match against Smokey Jones yet. Maybe she wants to have some words with us before going out there?

“Forty people enter the ring and one-by-one they all get thrown out until only the single winner remains. Other than pride the winner gets to face the Undisputed Champion at Wrestlefest. So it can be understandable why many of this year’s entrants wants to perform like they’ve never performed before to win this battle. Hell, sometimes it’s a match like this where people put most their effort in…which makes somewhat sense since it may be the nearest most people get to the Undisputed Championship. Makes me feel almost a little bad about taking all their opportunities and devouring them…

Almost.

Heh, do I sound a little overconfident? The only reason I didn’t win this match last year was because somebody who’ve done fuck all noticeable throughout the year finally stood up to take me my surprise. But guess what? One, she ain’t even in the match this time round. Two, I ain’t going to underestimate ANY of them. And three, the Otaki who won two years ago is weaker version of me. So it’s only a matter of when I get the last elimination, not if I can last to the end.”

Cockily departs her lips she slides off the machine and lands in front of us. With a smirk on her face the lady in red chooses to back elbow one of the buttons and a diet beverage appears out the bottom for her to pick up.

“Vending machines are such simple things aren’t they? Throw in change, choose a drink and your drink comes out. If anything this match, though grand in prestige, follows a similarly simple format. Enter the ring, throw every other person out and you’re officially the winner. But how come these matches seem to be so excruciating to compete in, let alone win? Well I think there are a few things that could contribute to this.

Like timing, for being out for so long can tire one out while coming out so late can potentially make you complacent. Like teams, for getting on the bad side of one member can bring the entire lot against you. As well as monsters, for large giants are not only hard to topple but it is also very easy to thrown about by them. Or even the occasion itself, for there are those whose only form of consistency is choking when the spotlight is mostly on them.

But while others succumb to time – be it I come out last or second – time kneels to me for I am without equal. Teams can be bothersome but only one person can win this match, not one group, so I’ll just be the master puppeteer I am who manipulates them before watching them fall apart with a smile on my face for I am without equal. Monsters can be scary at times but I have faced monsters, I have defeated monsters and I have even killed a monster for I am without equal. And as for the spotlight, don’t waste your time thinking about me as I am born for the spotlight, so I won’t crumble to any occasion – like a weaker me did before – for, like I’ve said a few times, I am without equal.

Which is why I know I will win this rumble…
And which is also why I know that I’ve got a target on my back.”

The Englishwoman pauses to pop open her can and take a sip of it before giving us a grin while puffing out her chest out.

“But I ain’t worried. I spent most of last year with a target on my back. So if anything I’ll be more and more comfortable while every other person entering this year’s rumble will get more and more anxious with each passing second until they’re suffocating to their own inferiority. Do I sound arrogant? I’m a Money in the Bank holder, a MMA Champion and the person who is writing out how this upcoming scene goes. So the thirty-nine of them better work together and treat me like John Marston because, even at my very worse, I am still better than most of them.

And if anyone watching this gets a little upset at my words then here is some advice for them. Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. They’re all nothing more than mere puppets, support acts if you will, who are only here to help me produce a masterpiece of a scene that’ll make everyone in the Hammerstein Ballroom happy. Don’t believe me? Hatchet Gully, Criss Cassidy and Magdalena Lockheart didn’t believe me either…yet when was the last time anyone has heard anything from them once I was done with them?

Silence is the answer.

Just like how it is also the answer to the question quite a lot of people are thinking, from all those unfortunate enough to cross my path once the rumble starts to Smokey later tonight. Be it verbally, mentally or subconsciously they are all trying to find an answer to that question, for until they know the answer they’ll never overcome me. So what is that question? What is this question that could either bring them success or make them drown to their own anxiety? What is the question that only has silence for an answer?

How can I defeat Robina Hood?”

The laugh was heavily condescending yet similar to the tone of voice Miss Hood used when she said her words. Yet it seems that the arrogance that was written all over her face has faded away as she take a longer sip of her drink before continuing.

“Everyone aims to win Rumble in the Bronx and face the Champ at EWC, I ain’t no different, but two years ago I also wanted to let everyone know how it feels to be a victim as I became only the second woman to ever win this match. Last year I entered with both the ambition of redeeming my failings and the ignorance of thinking that this match was going to be easy yet I ended up in the final five for that fatal mistake. Yes even I can make mistakes now and then but while every one of them can end up thinking ‘okay, I’ll try harder next time’ when they get eliminated…I don’t think that at all.

Exactly three months from now my contract will expire, meaning that I’ll no longer be in EWC let alone FSW, so while all thirty-nine others can think about ‘next time’ this and ‘next time’ that…there is no next time for me. This could be my last chance to represent FSW against the other rosters, my last chance to prove that my victory two years ago was no fluke and my last chance to compete for the EWC Undisputed Championship.

So please don’t mind me if, just on that one night, the mask known as humanity slips off my face as I turn this rumble into the reimagining of Hurricane Florence.”

The venom quickly found its way into voice as mere moments after she finished her words the young Brit violently throws the can down with a loud ‘CRACK!’ and lets out a loud scream before slowly tilting her attention back on us.

“For nothing, nobody and no one will stop me from ending this Scene the way it will in six days’ time…with me standing alone among a field of corpses.”

Coldly hisses out from Robina’s lips as she looks down to take a couple deep breaths before glancing back up towards us with more harmonic eyes. This doesn’t last long however as The Emo Princess looks past us before walking away, possibly now heading off for her upcoming match against Smokey Jones.

[MasterEvil]

We find ourselves among green fields and trees among green fields and trees. The reason we’re here is The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood, who currently wearing a quiver on her back while holding a bow in one hand as her free hand pulls an arrow out from a tree nearby us.

“People can say a lot about me, from my FSW Championship reign to the things I’ve done to be here today, but one opinion that should be shared by many of them is that when I set a target, I nail the target…perfectly. I wanted to save my daughter, I saved my daughter. I wanted to slay my demons, I’ve slain most of my demons. I wanted to become Money in the Bank…and guess what? I’m fucking Miss Money in the Bank. So when you hear me tell you two days’ ago that I’m going to be the one who wins Rumble in the Bronx then you might as well bet your own damn house on me become one of the extreme few to ever win this rumble twice.

Of course the biggest difference between this year’s rumble and the one I won is the case of there being ten more people I need to kick off my glorious stage. Of course they’ll fight back, desperately trying to survive but – like what I also said two days’ ago – I’m going to be the one standing alone among a field of corpses. What a majestic sight the Bronx will be blessed to.”

Overconfidently gushes out from The Emo Princess’ lips, as if already mentally visualising the possibly grandeur that could welcome her if she somehow pulls off the victory, before she shoots off two arrows. Both arrows hitting parallel trees perfectly in the centre as, with an arrogant smirk, the lady in red steps forward towards the trees.

“But even among future dead bodies there lays some heroes. Let’s take last year’s winner for example, The Gambler himself Ace King. The almost yearlong United States Champion, bringing in heroic defence after heroic defence from wars with Toni Gunn to Rage in the Cage itself…so truly heroic if you ask me. Perhaps a future Hall of Famer? Wouldn’t be surprised. However, for some reason, Ace isn’t entering this rumble as a soaring phoenix ready to rise…but instead as someone that may or may not have a chip on his shoulder. Maybe shot, after shot, after shot at the Undisputed Championship end in complete failure is having an effect on him? Maybe that’s why he wants to enter at number one, to give himself his ultimate challenge…though, unfortunately for him, he’ll be able to understand the feeling both Eddie Crank and Derek Wellings felt when he makes it close to the end, only to be eliminated at the last.

But what about Xavier Reid? The man who most this year carrying the FSW banner with both pride and glory. He could definitely be quite a hero himself. Hell, he was only fingertips away from becoming the Undisputed Champion at Night of Champions. So if anything, if he somehow wins this rumble, I can see Reid possibly taking Candy – or even his boss – Luke to their absolute limit. ‘If’ being the keyword however as his lack of awareness not only cost him the FSW Championship but also the rumble last year. So let’s just say that I’m not surprised at all if Luke’s lackey ends up letting himself down…yet again.”

A rather haughty chuckle find its way from the Englishwoman as she finishes her words before taking the arrows out one-by-one, remembering to check each one over before returning them to her quiver. Shortly afterwards the milky skinned woman carefully places both her bow and quiver down before gently leaning back against a tree with an amused look on her youthful face.

“Actually, now I think about it, he is just another member of the FSW flood that is flowing through this rumble. I mean come on, not only do we outnumber the rest of them but there people like Smokey Jones and Sarah Roberts among our numbers. Unlike most people entering this match, I personally know what it is like to fight to the death against both them…which can be perfectly described with one word…hell. They are both strong, they are both brutal and – like the rest of FSW – they are both hungry. However I survived them both, I outlasted them both and I’ve defeated them both…so sorry if this sounds offensive but I not only guarantee that I’m going to beat them both, again, but I also guarantee that I’ll be damned to hell and back before I ever outperformed by both of them.

Though being outperformed is something people have claimed I’ve been frequently whenever I face Sebastian Conner. For, in our two single matches against each other, he manages to scrape his way to victory…though the one time we crossed paths in a stipulation similar to the one we’re entering this Monday what happened again? Oh yeah, I outsmarted him. So maybe I can do that again? Then again he must’ve gotten wiser since then, especially with his recent victory over Ace himself. So it can be understandable why he could possibly be considered a dark horse by many…but not by me. Why is that, you ask? The answer is simpler than the question. If someone can happily surrender a guaranteed Title shot without a fuss then clearly he lacks the mentality to be a problem to me, let alone win.”

Arrogance, ignorance, haughtiness…these three things are oozing on every words she said and every gesture she made with her body language before a highly cockier grin etches itself across the young Brit’s face as she begins to walk forwards.

“But who do I think is a proper dark horse? Stitches. That’s right, I’m interested in a clown. A multiple time Champion of Prime, an amazing fighter and someone who – unlike people like Draco and Shelley – seem quite capable of actually getting the victory when it truly matters. Hell he almost outlasted me last year so it wouldn’t surprise me if he ends up going on to be one of the last few people I remove from my stage before I get to end my Scene in victory. But what if I’m expecting way too much of him? After all, everyone should be able to tell that he has not been the same since he got Candy Crushed. So what if he is nothing more than a shell of what he used to be? Heh, then it’ll just make me one step closer to winning Rumble in the Bronx.

What about the likes of El Pablo? Rob Garcia? Clay Byrd? Or either Killjoy Ito or Melody Malone? They are all greatly talented. Hell, every-single-one of the thirty-nine others are amazing talents in their own way but I ain’t going to let any of them take this moment away from me. Last year I made the mistake of not only overestimating myself but also underestimating everyone else and I am not going to make that mistake again. For, unlike all of them, I cannot afford any more mistakes in my quest in joining the likes of Jay Cee as a two time Rumble in the Bronx winner. Why is that?”

Halfway through her words the cocky Emo Princess’ expression seem to soften as the moment her last question was spoken the arrogance, ignorance and haughtiness have all disappeared from her voice as she now stands still. After a couple deep breaths The Purple Haired Dynamo jumps down, finding herself on a wooden path trenched between broken pieces of fields, allowing herself to take in the aura of this area before walking down the path.

“Welcome to Somme by the way. A place known for one hundred and forty days of pain, suffering and blood as literally thousands of Englishmen died every day. So gruesome, so inhumane, yet the reward victory gave was important…similar to Rumble in the Bronx. At the start of this year I mentioned that my contract expires at midnight on the seventeenth of December and so far there has been to offer of extension, which is probably what I deserve for who I was late last year. So I’m already expecting to be out of a job in under three months’ time…thus allowing me to know that this is both my last chance to prove that my win two years ago wasn’t a fluke and my last chance of ever competing for the EWC Undisputed Championship.

So yes I am entering this match in my most desperate state but not only are desperate people the most dangerous, for there is literally nothing they won’t do to get the win, but – similar to the Battle of the Somme – the reward of victory this Monday is highly important to me. For the poor souls who’ve lived their lives in these trenches went through so much agony before making their final charge to achieving victory, no matter the gruesome.”

It was only when the milky skinned competitor finished her words that she stopped in her steps. Turning to her left Miss Hood sees herself facing a lonely wooden ladder that’d leave her onto a massive plain of uneven fields before she glances over towards us with a serious look on her face as she places one hand on the ladder.

“So – hundred odd years after World War One – this Monday will be the moment of my final charge and, no matter what it cost me, this final charge will end with me being announced as a two time Rumble in the Bronx winner…”

After slowly speaking out her words Robina nodded, turned her face towards the ladder with a determined look and quickly climbed the ladder…disappearing from our sight in the process.