Post by MasterEvil on Nov 22, 2018 16:13:13 GMT
“NO!”
Screams into our ears as chair after chair is thrown across the room before we get a view of the angry Brit known as Robina Hood. Clearly, by the way the woman in red is rubbing her jaw, she is still feeling the effects of her quick elimination less than a minute ago as she paces back and forth.
“Everything was planned so greatly…so perfectly…and out there, in front of my own people, I got humiliated! A complete disappointment…”
Sadly departs from the Englishwoman’s lips as she stops her pacing before looking over towards us.
“I guess this is how you have felt on a frequent basis, Ito? I mean outlasting the likes of me have got to be the biggest success you’ve achieved all year. You think I’m shitting you? Then how come, discounting the odd lucky win, you spend so much time on your back that I’m surprised you’re not being sponsored by some Japanese porn company? The answer is simple mate, you’re nowhere near as good as your precious Tommy Love keeps saying you are.
Why is that? I still don’t know, for you’re someone I look at and think ‘hm, he might make a decent support act on my stage.’ But for some reason you keep letting my expectation down over, and over, and over again until you are nothing more than a disappointing background character who only get a glimmer of relevance once in what feels like a lifetime.”
With each word anger gives way to confusion, as if she couldn’t understand how her opponent’s lack of consistency. Though there is still a hint of venom in her final word as Miss Hood slowly tilts her head to the side.
“Seriously? Why is that though? Could it be that you’re still learning? Or is it that you ain’t taking this ‘excursion’ as seriously as a real performer should? You better pray to whatever deity you support that I am wrong about the latter…for what annoys me greatly are slackers who waste my stage and time. Now, if it is true that you’re this slacker, Ito, then you better show up Manhattan. For considering how pissed off I am right now, and the fact that you’re the berk in the way of me turning G1 into my latest masterpiece, just add in your disrespectful laziness and I’ll personally make sure that you won’t be getting back up after our scene is done.”
Sharply leaves her lips as, mere moments afterwards, the Englishwoman shoots a hand out to grab a firm of us and make sure that our full focus is on her face.
“You still think I’m shitting you, Ito?”
A sickeningly devious smile etches across the milky skinned woman’s face.
“Let’s find out.”
Tauntingly leaves her lips before Robina throws us down towards the floor, knocking everything into blackness in the process.
Screams into our ears as chair after chair is thrown across the room before we get a view of the angry Brit known as Robina Hood. Clearly, by the way the woman in red is rubbing her jaw, she is still feeling the effects of her quick elimination less than a minute ago as she paces back and forth.
“Everything was planned so greatly…so perfectly…and out there, in front of my own people, I got humiliated! A complete disappointment…”
Sadly departs from the Englishwoman’s lips as she stops her pacing before looking over towards us.
“I guess this is how you have felt on a frequent basis, Ito? I mean outlasting the likes of me have got to be the biggest success you’ve achieved all year. You think I’m shitting you? Then how come, discounting the odd lucky win, you spend so much time on your back that I’m surprised you’re not being sponsored by some Japanese porn company? The answer is simple mate, you’re nowhere near as good as your precious Tommy Love keeps saying you are.
Why is that? I still don’t know, for you’re someone I look at and think ‘hm, he might make a decent support act on my stage.’ But for some reason you keep letting my expectation down over, and over, and over again until you are nothing more than a disappointing background character who only get a glimmer of relevance once in what feels like a lifetime.”
With each word anger gives way to confusion, as if she couldn’t understand how her opponent’s lack of consistency. Though there is still a hint of venom in her final word as Miss Hood slowly tilts her head to the side.
“Seriously? Why is that though? Could it be that you’re still learning? Or is it that you ain’t taking this ‘excursion’ as seriously as a real performer should? You better pray to whatever deity you support that I am wrong about the latter…for what annoys me greatly are slackers who waste my stage and time. Now, if it is true that you’re this slacker, Ito, then you better show up Manhattan. For considering how pissed off I am right now, and the fact that you’re the berk in the way of me turning G1 into my latest masterpiece, just add in your disrespectful laziness and I’ll personally make sure that you won’t be getting back up after our scene is done.”
Sharply leaves her lips as, mere moments afterwards, the Englishwoman shoots a hand out to grab a firm of us and make sure that our full focus is on her face.
“You still think I’m shitting you, Ito?”
A sickeningly devious smile etches across the milky skinned woman’s face.
“Let’s find out.”
Tauntingly leaves her lips before Robina throws us down towards the floor, knocking everything into blackness in the process.
