Post by MasterEvil on Nov 26, 2018 2:41:35 GMT
“So where were you last Monday?”
Roughly enters our ears as we find The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood sitting on a step right outside the Manhattan Centre. Clearly she is here for her match against Killjoy Ito tonight but something seems to be a bit off about the lady in red as her gaze feels like its piercing through us.
“Last Monday, in my homeland of England, when I was getting pinned by the buffoon known as Nostalgia…where were you, Robbie Rayder? I entered StableWars stupid enough to think that, unlike last year, I can actually trust my team…only for you to let me down at the first fucking hurdle. You couldn’t even break a god damn pin fall, not even once. If anything I think the fact I’ve got such a busy schedule is the only thing stopping me going freaking insane from this pulsating anger I’ve been feeling since realising that you could’ve prevented my elimination if you wanted to.
So why didn’t you?
Were you upset about going against your wife like some pissy little househusband? Well that was pointless since not only was your decision could’ve been the thing that led FSW to be the first team eliminated but you didn’t even attempt to fight Candy like you wanted people to believe you would. So maybe you did it to send a message, like hoping that outshining the Champ might make people consider you as a possible contender? That’s got to be it since, like those who ran away towards an inferior belt, you’ve gotten yourself a match against me, the FSW Champion.
So is that it?”
Accusingly leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips as her eyes, voice and words does nothing to hide how deeply irritated the young Brit appears to be as her gaze sharpens on us. However her expressions softens slightly as she gives off a light shrug.
“Sounds like quite a decent plan, I mean everyone else is too afraid to stand up since I destroyed a monster to get my Title back. So if you were to get the special, once in a lifetime, victory then you can jump a queue and get an instant shot at WrestleFest where you have a fifty-fifty shot of becoming the new Champion. If anything it is almost perfect. Almost being the keyword for you’ve forgotten about one little thing. For your big plan to work…
You need to beat me first.”
A proper arrogant smirk crawls upon the forest-dweller’s face, as if deeply underestimating the threat her high quality opponent could clearly bring to their upcoming bout.
“Yes, I know that I’m going to be entering this match with next to no rest, from my often busy schedule, but as The Greatest Showman I refuse to let such a factor effect our upcoming Scene…not that it will cause any. Do I sound doubtful of your ability? Your equally inadequate performance at StableWars eliminates any argument you have against my statement. But does that upset you? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. For while people like you are happy to go on social media and ask ‘what good are you to FSW’, none of you seem interested in finding out why I choose to do this. Actually, here is a question for you Robbie…
Do you know what a Champion is?
And before you try to bring out your status of being this ‘First Knight’ of some ‘Squires of Wrestling Academy’ let’s not forget that I am currently undefeated against one knight and choked out another, while maintaining to the same schedule you’re practically relying on me suffering from. After all, where you’re from or who you’re trained by…a Champion are those who lead by example, those to venture out and prove they are the best and are those who’ll take any risk to promote the importance of their Championship. The last of which is something that I’ve been doing – on and off – for roughly over a year while you’ve been busy wishing to even share the ring with an actual Champion, let alone hold a Title of actual worth. Which, the way you’ve been this year, I have high doubts over your chance of ever achieving. Why?
Because talent is not sexually transmitted.”
Sharply departs the woman’s lips as the smoke emerging from her mouth shows how cold outside is, yet never once does the Englishwoman look bothered by this as her eyes narrow to match the darkened expression on her face.
“This ain’t rudeness, nor is it spite or what you call being ‘a Cancer that should be cut out to save FSW.’ This is a reality check for you, Rayder. You may be entering this, thinking you’re going to impress like Charles Leclerc did in Abu Dhabi but instead I’m going to leave you so red faced that you’ll make Serena Williams’ US Open blitz look tame. That word you used though…saying that I am a cancer…do you know what effect cancer has on people? Like, it infects a tiny spec and begins to spread over, and over, and over so rapidly that it is almost unstoppable before it is too late and it kills the thing it has infected. I will admit to never going through it myself but, for our upcoming Scene together, I’ll let you personally know how it feels to slowly die without a chance of recovery.
Do I fear you? No. Am I being overconfident? No. I am being very nice in letting you know the hell you’re going to go through in advance so that you can kiss your wife goodbye for once The Greatest Showman is done with you…you may never remember what kissing feels like.
But hey, at least I can give you another special gift, the kind that only I can give you. This Tuesday I’m going to help you reach the highest heights you’ll ever achieve…I’m going to take you to the very top of the mountain, the very mountain many before tried and failed to reach. However once you’re up there, the only direction left for you to go is down…but no, you ain’t going to fall from a mere slip, nonono. You’re going down…because I’ll take your poor little ankle and break it like a Kit Kat bar.”
Her voice darkens with every word spoken, to a point we aren’t sure if we’re safe to stay near her as venom oozes from the self-proclaimed Greatest Showman’s mouth. Yet at no point does her eyes show any dishonesty behind her words, as if genuinely considering purposely giving her fellow competitor an injury, as she chuckles shortly after finishing her words before an even more arrogant smirk appears.
“Shhhh, it’s okay Robbie, there is no need to worry too much about beyond this Tuesday. Your Twitter bio mentions how ‘we are just getting started’ but at this upcoming Uprising will be known as the day your uprising ends.”
While she started off quite mockingly, the often haughty Champion didn’t need long to return to her resentfully threatening tone as she leans forward, prompting us to come closer to zoom in on her face.
“You called me a cancer…”
She closes her eyes for a brief moment before an actual smile emerges from seemingly out of nowhere.
“…so let’s see how much of one The Greatest Showman can be.”
Unlike her words before, these ones weren’t accompanied by anything threatening or cocky sounding…but instead accompanied by a tone more genuine and disturbingly innocent as, with her smile growing a little in size, Robina gets up to her feet before turning around and moving forward to enter the arena. Most likely to get ready for her match tonight against Killjoy Ito.
Roughly enters our ears as we find The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood sitting on a step right outside the Manhattan Centre. Clearly she is here for her match against Killjoy Ito tonight but something seems to be a bit off about the lady in red as her gaze feels like its piercing through us.
“Last Monday, in my homeland of England, when I was getting pinned by the buffoon known as Nostalgia…where were you, Robbie Rayder? I entered StableWars stupid enough to think that, unlike last year, I can actually trust my team…only for you to let me down at the first fucking hurdle. You couldn’t even break a god damn pin fall, not even once. If anything I think the fact I’ve got such a busy schedule is the only thing stopping me going freaking insane from this pulsating anger I’ve been feeling since realising that you could’ve prevented my elimination if you wanted to.
So why didn’t you?
Were you upset about going against your wife like some pissy little househusband? Well that was pointless since not only was your decision could’ve been the thing that led FSW to be the first team eliminated but you didn’t even attempt to fight Candy like you wanted people to believe you would. So maybe you did it to send a message, like hoping that outshining the Champ might make people consider you as a possible contender? That’s got to be it since, like those who ran away towards an inferior belt, you’ve gotten yourself a match against me, the FSW Champion.
So is that it?”
Accusingly leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips as her eyes, voice and words does nothing to hide how deeply irritated the young Brit appears to be as her gaze sharpens on us. However her expressions softens slightly as she gives off a light shrug.
“Sounds like quite a decent plan, I mean everyone else is too afraid to stand up since I destroyed a monster to get my Title back. So if you were to get the special, once in a lifetime, victory then you can jump a queue and get an instant shot at WrestleFest where you have a fifty-fifty shot of becoming the new Champion. If anything it is almost perfect. Almost being the keyword for you’ve forgotten about one little thing. For your big plan to work…
You need to beat me first.”
A proper arrogant smirk crawls upon the forest-dweller’s face, as if deeply underestimating the threat her high quality opponent could clearly bring to their upcoming bout.
“Yes, I know that I’m going to be entering this match with next to no rest, from my often busy schedule, but as The Greatest Showman I refuse to let such a factor effect our upcoming Scene…not that it will cause any. Do I sound doubtful of your ability? Your equally inadequate performance at StableWars eliminates any argument you have against my statement. But does that upset you? Then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it. For while people like you are happy to go on social media and ask ‘what good are you to FSW’, none of you seem interested in finding out why I choose to do this. Actually, here is a question for you Robbie…
Do you know what a Champion is?
And before you try to bring out your status of being this ‘First Knight’ of some ‘Squires of Wrestling Academy’ let’s not forget that I am currently undefeated against one knight and choked out another, while maintaining to the same schedule you’re practically relying on me suffering from. After all, where you’re from or who you’re trained by…a Champion are those who lead by example, those to venture out and prove they are the best and are those who’ll take any risk to promote the importance of their Championship. The last of which is something that I’ve been doing – on and off – for roughly over a year while you’ve been busy wishing to even share the ring with an actual Champion, let alone hold a Title of actual worth. Which, the way you’ve been this year, I have high doubts over your chance of ever achieving. Why?
Because talent is not sexually transmitted.”
Sharply departs the woman’s lips as the smoke emerging from her mouth shows how cold outside is, yet never once does the Englishwoman look bothered by this as her eyes narrow to match the darkened expression on her face.
“This ain’t rudeness, nor is it spite or what you call being ‘a Cancer that should be cut out to save FSW.’ This is a reality check for you, Rayder. You may be entering this, thinking you’re going to impress like Charles Leclerc did in Abu Dhabi but instead I’m going to leave you so red faced that you’ll make Serena Williams’ US Open blitz look tame. That word you used though…saying that I am a cancer…do you know what effect cancer has on people? Like, it infects a tiny spec and begins to spread over, and over, and over so rapidly that it is almost unstoppable before it is too late and it kills the thing it has infected. I will admit to never going through it myself but, for our upcoming Scene together, I’ll let you personally know how it feels to slowly die without a chance of recovery.
Do I fear you? No. Am I being overconfident? No. I am being very nice in letting you know the hell you’re going to go through in advance so that you can kiss your wife goodbye for once The Greatest Showman is done with you…you may never remember what kissing feels like.
But hey, at least I can give you another special gift, the kind that only I can give you. This Tuesday I’m going to help you reach the highest heights you’ll ever achieve…I’m going to take you to the very top of the mountain, the very mountain many before tried and failed to reach. However once you’re up there, the only direction left for you to go is down…but no, you ain’t going to fall from a mere slip, nonono. You’re going down…because I’ll take your poor little ankle and break it like a Kit Kat bar.”
Her voice darkens with every word spoken, to a point we aren’t sure if we’re safe to stay near her as venom oozes from the self-proclaimed Greatest Showman’s mouth. Yet at no point does her eyes show any dishonesty behind her words, as if genuinely considering purposely giving her fellow competitor an injury, as she chuckles shortly after finishing her words before an even more arrogant smirk appears.
“Shhhh, it’s okay Robbie, there is no need to worry too much about beyond this Tuesday. Your Twitter bio mentions how ‘we are just getting started’ but at this upcoming Uprising will be known as the day your uprising ends.”
While she started off quite mockingly, the often haughty Champion didn’t need long to return to her resentfully threatening tone as she leans forward, prompting us to come closer to zoom in on her face.
“You called me a cancer…”
She closes her eyes for a brief moment before an actual smile emerges from seemingly out of nowhere.
“…so let’s see how much of one The Greatest Showman can be.”
Unlike her words before, these ones weren’t accompanied by anything threatening or cocky sounding…but instead accompanied by a tone more genuine and disturbingly innocent as, with her smile growing a little in size, Robina gets up to her feet before turning around and moving forward to enter the arena. Most likely to get ready for her match tonight against Killjoy Ito.