Post by MasterEvil on Oct 26, 2018 22:58:12 GMT
“So, you’ve chosen me…”
Enter our ears as we find ourselves in a graveyard of some kind. The reason origin of that voice is the purple haired woman who happens to be kneeling in front of a tombstone of some kind. The red dress she is wearing instantly revealing that she is Robina Hood as – instead of letting us come closer – she gets up to her feet, turn to face us and walk past us, allowing us to quickly follow the milky skinned woman in the process.
“Why did you choose me? Why over Xavier Reid? Questions like these have been going through my mind since you invaded my scene and robbed me of the victory I wanted, Decay. Yes, I am talking to you, not the weaker version of you. I’ve made the same mistake others have against me of letting my experience with the weaker you make me underestimate you…so, if anything, I will have to thank you for making me learn that lesson before it is too late Decay. Unfortunately for you I am going to show my gratitude in kicking every single tooth in your mouth so far down your throat that your toilet may have bitemarks…for I am going to end MY Scene the way I WANT to end it in holding up my FSW Championship AGAIN.
Nine months ago, I declared that my contract expires at WrestleFest and now, with less than two months to go I finally fought and clawed my way to the match I should’ve had ages ago. I should be happy about this…but there is a part of me that feels insulted. I’ve fought wars and had my struggles all the way to that match against Xavier. He was my final and truest test to prove that I can become a two times FSW Champion. Yes I defeated him to get the shot I’ve wanted…so I should be happy. But the only reason people will say that I’ve got my shot is because you decided to screw him over…because you chose to face me instead of him, Decay. My plan, my Scene and my fate were both taken out of my own hands and handed to me as if you genuinely don’t think I would’ve been able to get here on my own. I am not some item that can be chosen, neither should a Champion handpick their competition…”
Snarls from The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she finally stops her walking to kneel down in front of a few gravestones. Each of the stone having a face of a former FSW Champion carved into them and the milky skinned woman pats the stone with Jason’s face on it before looking over towards us.
“The FSW Championship is a prestigious belt, one that deserves all the respect any of the others gather and the reason for that is all the Champions that has worn it around their waist. Jason Hunter, the son of some one-night general manager, set the bar as the first Champion. Atlas then took the torch and set off on a trailblazing reign which was full glory and greatness. A bald man called Derek Wellings then came along and added more prestige and fame to the belt with the way he not only took the gold but held it up to a high standard.”
Proudly leaves The Emo Princess' lips as she takes a moment to dust off the tombstone before standing up to look over at some of the other Championship stones in a mix of dismay and disgust, as if offended by some of the graves that are here.
“Of course no legacy is safe from a bad spell and what a distasteful spell the FSW Championship suffered. First it was thrown away by Johnny Bonequitter after he couldn’t overcome his inferiority complex. Then it was stuck with Dixie Dubois and, to be honest, the less said about that the better. And while the likes of Amis and Jeremy promised so much to fix the damage that wench caused…they both left way too much to be desired, be it through lacking the heart to stay around or through being easy to injure…”
Disappointment is laced in both her voice and the words she is using as young Brit keep her eyes on the collection of memorials, her words trailing away as she spots the tombstone with her face on it. Her disgusted expression softens as she steps past a couple stones to wipe some dust off her stone face before looking over towards us and puffing her chest out proudly again.
“But then, when hope was lost, one night in Hollywood changed everything. For I overcome three others to win the FSW Championship and then, practically single-handedly, carried FSW to such great heights that people like Magdalena Lockheart and Xavier Reid not only came to FSW for this belt but has also helped the integrity that was tarnished by those others I’ve mentioned beforehand. Now I ain’t saying that us three were flawless, for one had to change herself and the other fell the moment he changed his attention…and I’ll admit to letting both my ego and personal problems cloud me at the end. However there is something, one single thing, that all of those previous Champions – even the quitter and the waster – have in common…
Pride of being a Champion. A Champion who would take on anyone and everyone, a Champion who would be the flames of aspiration who burns within their roster and a Champion who’d further establish the legacy of the FSW Championship while immortalising their own. Champions don’t choose their opponents and the moment you interfered in my Scene and chose me you spat in the face of all those former Champions, you spat on every member of the entire roster and spat on the legacy of the FSW Championship. So, for the FSW Championship, I’m going to disembowel you until there is nothing left but a single thread of hair for me to create clone from...only to disembowel that clone.”
While she did start haughtily, even a little condescendingly, her voice stumbles to anger as the final quarter of her words practically foam out from her mouth before the Englishwoman looks away in a snapping manner, as if stopping herself from saying something that may or may not be on her mind. After taking a couple deep breaths Robina straightens herself up, motions for us to follow her and begins to head off in the direction she originally came from.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love FSW and do want to restore the honour that you’ve ruined...but that ain’t the reason why I’m going to be the nail in your coffin. Could it be out of anger instead? I have previously mentioned before of long overdue I am for this shot. How infuriating it was to fight and claw for nine whole months while others - like yourself - are blessed with chances. And how pissed off I am to have my moment, of earning this shot, not only stolen from me but handed to me like a beggar. So maybe it is understandable but no...this ain’t done from either anger or some sense of loyalty to FSW, though both of which are decent enough subplots in this upcoming Scene.
The reason for your fatal finale is for this upcoming Scene. No this ain’t a Scene of desperation, for we both know that you needed a tag partner to get the better of me while I've managed to single-handedly deal with you not once but twice. Neither is it going to be a Scene of redemption, for I have redeemed myself for all my pass failures, or demon slaying for most the demons I’ve had have been slain on the road here. So what is this Scene about?”
We arrive back to the monument she was originally at as the moment her last question was spoken the Englishwoman switches herself off to silent for a few cold seconds before chuckling in some kind of realisation. An arrogant smirk throws itself across her face as she turns to fully face the stone.
“It’s funny actually. For so long I’ve been wondering why, on that night in Daly City, you handpicked me over Xavier Reid. Could it be that you saw me as an easier target? Or maybe you just wanted payback for the fact I beat you without the need of other people being around? What if you only chose me by mistake or that you hate Xavier that much? But the more I think about it the more I now realise that the answer does not matter, not anymore. For the reality is this, Decay, choosing me was biggest – and final – mistake you’ll ever make. For now you’re locked into a bloody masterclass that’ll drown out the memories of the last Hardcore Revolution main event, you’re locked into the trap that’ll only end with me endlessly erradicating you until I walk out of Lexington as the two time FSW Champion...you’re locked into my Scene...”
Robina suddenly spins around to face us...not only revealing a red rose in her hand and the devious smile on her face, but also Smokey Jones' own face freshly carved into the tombstone.
“My Scene of Monster versus Monster.”
Her smile grows in size as the arrogant, yet diminutive, challenger moves her free hand back to mockingly rub on Smokey’s face.
“You see...Decay...Smokey...Cletus...in a battle of monsters only one will be left breathing in the end. Everyone knows this and everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is done and sorted...when all the smoke has cleared...and the FSW Championship has returned to where it belongs after a ten month wait...you, along with everyone else in EWC, will realise...”
The milky skinned wrestler lifts her rose up and sniffs it for a moment before her smile crumbles into a disturbing smirk.
“That I’m the only Monster left in FSW.”
A haughty laugh leaves Miss Hood’s lips right after she said those words as Robina allows the rose fall from her hand. A blinding light explodes from Smokey’s tombstone the moment her flower touches the floor, collapsing everything into pure whiteness in the process.
Enter our ears as we find ourselves in a graveyard of some kind. The reason origin of that voice is the purple haired woman who happens to be kneeling in front of a tombstone of some kind. The red dress she is wearing instantly revealing that she is Robina Hood as – instead of letting us come closer – she gets up to her feet, turn to face us and walk past us, allowing us to quickly follow the milky skinned woman in the process.
“Why did you choose me? Why over Xavier Reid? Questions like these have been going through my mind since you invaded my scene and robbed me of the victory I wanted, Decay. Yes, I am talking to you, not the weaker version of you. I’ve made the same mistake others have against me of letting my experience with the weaker you make me underestimate you…so, if anything, I will have to thank you for making me learn that lesson before it is too late Decay. Unfortunately for you I am going to show my gratitude in kicking every single tooth in your mouth so far down your throat that your toilet may have bitemarks…for I am going to end MY Scene the way I WANT to end it in holding up my FSW Championship AGAIN.
Nine months ago, I declared that my contract expires at WrestleFest and now, with less than two months to go I finally fought and clawed my way to the match I should’ve had ages ago. I should be happy about this…but there is a part of me that feels insulted. I’ve fought wars and had my struggles all the way to that match against Xavier. He was my final and truest test to prove that I can become a two times FSW Champion. Yes I defeated him to get the shot I’ve wanted…so I should be happy. But the only reason people will say that I’ve got my shot is because you decided to screw him over…because you chose to face me instead of him, Decay. My plan, my Scene and my fate were both taken out of my own hands and handed to me as if you genuinely don’t think I would’ve been able to get here on my own. I am not some item that can be chosen, neither should a Champion handpick their competition…”
Snarls from The Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as she finally stops her walking to kneel down in front of a few gravestones. Each of the stone having a face of a former FSW Champion carved into them and the milky skinned woman pats the stone with Jason’s face on it before looking over towards us.
“The FSW Championship is a prestigious belt, one that deserves all the respect any of the others gather and the reason for that is all the Champions that has worn it around their waist. Jason Hunter, the son of some one-night general manager, set the bar as the first Champion. Atlas then took the torch and set off on a trailblazing reign which was full glory and greatness. A bald man called Derek Wellings then came along and added more prestige and fame to the belt with the way he not only took the gold but held it up to a high standard.”
Proudly leaves The Emo Princess' lips as she takes a moment to dust off the tombstone before standing up to look over at some of the other Championship stones in a mix of dismay and disgust, as if offended by some of the graves that are here.
“Of course no legacy is safe from a bad spell and what a distasteful spell the FSW Championship suffered. First it was thrown away by Johnny Bonequitter after he couldn’t overcome his inferiority complex. Then it was stuck with Dixie Dubois and, to be honest, the less said about that the better. And while the likes of Amis and Jeremy promised so much to fix the damage that wench caused…they both left way too much to be desired, be it through lacking the heart to stay around or through being easy to injure…”
Disappointment is laced in both her voice and the words she is using as young Brit keep her eyes on the collection of memorials, her words trailing away as she spots the tombstone with her face on it. Her disgusted expression softens as she steps past a couple stones to wipe some dust off her stone face before looking over towards us and puffing her chest out proudly again.
“But then, when hope was lost, one night in Hollywood changed everything. For I overcome three others to win the FSW Championship and then, practically single-handedly, carried FSW to such great heights that people like Magdalena Lockheart and Xavier Reid not only came to FSW for this belt but has also helped the integrity that was tarnished by those others I’ve mentioned beforehand. Now I ain’t saying that us three were flawless, for one had to change herself and the other fell the moment he changed his attention…and I’ll admit to letting both my ego and personal problems cloud me at the end. However there is something, one single thing, that all of those previous Champions – even the quitter and the waster – have in common…
Pride of being a Champion. A Champion who would take on anyone and everyone, a Champion who would be the flames of aspiration who burns within their roster and a Champion who’d further establish the legacy of the FSW Championship while immortalising their own. Champions don’t choose their opponents and the moment you interfered in my Scene and chose me you spat in the face of all those former Champions, you spat on every member of the entire roster and spat on the legacy of the FSW Championship. So, for the FSW Championship, I’m going to disembowel you until there is nothing left but a single thread of hair for me to create clone from...only to disembowel that clone.”
While she did start haughtily, even a little condescendingly, her voice stumbles to anger as the final quarter of her words practically foam out from her mouth before the Englishwoman looks away in a snapping manner, as if stopping herself from saying something that may or may not be on her mind. After taking a couple deep breaths Robina straightens herself up, motions for us to follow her and begins to head off in the direction she originally came from.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love FSW and do want to restore the honour that you’ve ruined...but that ain’t the reason why I’m going to be the nail in your coffin. Could it be out of anger instead? I have previously mentioned before of long overdue I am for this shot. How infuriating it was to fight and claw for nine whole months while others - like yourself - are blessed with chances. And how pissed off I am to have my moment, of earning this shot, not only stolen from me but handed to me like a beggar. So maybe it is understandable but no...this ain’t done from either anger or some sense of loyalty to FSW, though both of which are decent enough subplots in this upcoming Scene.
The reason for your fatal finale is for this upcoming Scene. No this ain’t a Scene of desperation, for we both know that you needed a tag partner to get the better of me while I've managed to single-handedly deal with you not once but twice. Neither is it going to be a Scene of redemption, for I have redeemed myself for all my pass failures, or demon slaying for most the demons I’ve had have been slain on the road here. So what is this Scene about?”
We arrive back to the monument she was originally at as the moment her last question was spoken the Englishwoman switches herself off to silent for a few cold seconds before chuckling in some kind of realisation. An arrogant smirk throws itself across her face as she turns to fully face the stone.
“It’s funny actually. For so long I’ve been wondering why, on that night in Daly City, you handpicked me over Xavier Reid. Could it be that you saw me as an easier target? Or maybe you just wanted payback for the fact I beat you without the need of other people being around? What if you only chose me by mistake or that you hate Xavier that much? But the more I think about it the more I now realise that the answer does not matter, not anymore. For the reality is this, Decay, choosing me was biggest – and final – mistake you’ll ever make. For now you’re locked into a bloody masterclass that’ll drown out the memories of the last Hardcore Revolution main event, you’re locked into the trap that’ll only end with me endlessly erradicating you until I walk out of Lexington as the two time FSW Champion...you’re locked into my Scene...”
Robina suddenly spins around to face us...not only revealing a red rose in her hand and the devious smile on her face, but also Smokey Jones' own face freshly carved into the tombstone.
“My Scene of Monster versus Monster.”
Her smile grows in size as the arrogant, yet diminutive, challenger moves her free hand back to mockingly rub on Smokey’s face.
“You see...Decay...Smokey...Cletus...in a battle of monsters only one will be left breathing in the end. Everyone knows this and everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is done and sorted...when all the smoke has cleared...and the FSW Championship has returned to where it belongs after a ten month wait...you, along with everyone else in EWC, will realise...”
The milky skinned wrestler lifts her rose up and sniffs it for a moment before her smile crumbles into a disturbing smirk.
“That I’m the only Monster left in FSW.”
A haughty laugh leaves Miss Hood’s lips right after she said those words as Robina allows the rose fall from her hand. A blinding light explodes from Smokey’s tombstone the moment her flower touches the floor, collapsing everything into pure whiteness in the process.