Post by MasterEvil on Dec 14, 2018 17:31:07 GMT
“Did you know that every time the FSW Championship has been on the line at Wrestlefest a new Champion is crown?”
Enters our ears as we find ourselves underneath a bridge of some kind. The name of this location unknown but the person emerging from the shadows is the lady in red herself Robina Hood. Securely around the Purple Haired Dynamo’s waist is the FSW Championship and she takes a moment to affectionately rub the surface of said Title before continuing.
“I should know, I entered last year’s event as the FSW Champion. It’s almost like a Christmas tradition or something, as if a constant reminder that the future always changes. So maybe people have a right to expect Robbie Rayder leaving the Nou Camp as the new FSW Champion. After all, if history say that it has happened three times before…what will prevent a fourth time?
Funny enough I had similar thoughts entering this event last year. Already having three successful pay-per-view Title defences I was entering last year’s Wrestlefest thinking ‘what will ever prevent a fourth successful defence on pay-per-view?’ Turns out it was someone my arrogance allowed me to overlook…just like how it allowed me to overlook Robbie roughly a fortnight ago. Seems that I’m in the habit of overlooking the little people lately, though now I shouldn’t view you as a background character anymore Robbie. You’ve finally earned the right to be a real support act.”
A smile actually etches itself across the milky skinned woman’s face.
“Why am I smiling? Could it be that I’ve helped you improved by not only handpicking you as a teammate at StableWars but also allowing you to come onto my stage at the Uprising Finale? I mean, before being chosen for said event, what have you done that has ever been consider noteworthy…well, at least what have you done without your wife holding your hand. If anything most people entering that match questioned my choice of choosing you as a partner back then. Yet now, after allowing you the chance to spread your wings and become the great support act you can be, people are now considering you as a true threat. But no, though proud at how much of a good example I am to you, that is not why I am smiling.
Could it be that, at Uprising, you finally showed me the you I wanted to see? I mean, out of all the things you say about me – from calling me a ‘cancer’ to claiming that I am a shell of myself – you never once asked why. Why did I choose you in the first place? I know that at some point you thought of that question at least once. Hell most people did. Loads of them were quick to dismiss my decision to being just some strategic advantage of having the Undisputed Champion’s husband in my back pocket. But none of them understood what I saw in you.
For while you scoring meaningless victories in minor performances I kept thinking that, under the right situation, you can become a diamond and now look at you, breaking off all the coal to finally become somebody who is good enough to properly share my Scene with. Though proud at how good you following the trail I laid for you makes my leadership looks, that isn’t the reason why I’m smiling at all. So why have I been smiling?”
Throughout her words The Emo Princess kept smiling at us in a somewhat unsettling way as her right foot occasionally taps the surprisingly shallow water surface.
“While you’ve indeed grown to be an amazing performer yourself, the kind that can use your skills effectively enough to finally deserve to be a major part of my Scene…”
She stamps on the water, causing a red rose to shoot out into the air. Instead of catching her flower the Englishwoman’s smile fades away.
“It is still not enough to take the FSW Championship away from me.”
The rosehead taps the floor and everything goes white. It doesn’t take too long for us to regain our vision as now we are in the middle of this colosseum otherwise known as Robina’s ‘Theatre of the Deranged’ as we find the FSW Champion pacing backwards and forward on a stage in front of us.
“Exactly twelve months ago today I declared that – regardless of it never been done before – I would win back my FSW Championship. Ten months later, while you’ve done next to nothing memorable, I succeeded in becoming the first and only two time FSW Champion...but you insist that I am a problem and a joke, as if your failure to do anything noteworthy – before I literally handed you an opportunity – is all my fault. Do you realise the shit I had to go through to get the rematch I should’ve been given at the start of the year while people of similar unimportance to you get endless opportunities.
Throughout the ten months I’ve scratched and clawed against the who’s who of the entire FSW roster. I fought an outsider from Prime all the way to Stranglemania where I established that FSW is the superior roster before Candy capitalised on being handed a free Undisputed Title shot. While people like you choose to sit on the sidelines – waiting to have an opportunity handed to you – I stood up, made my own opportunities and featured in almost every pay-per-view this year while, often single-handedly, proudly holding the FSW banner. I waged war against an entire stable on my own and won while the only reason you fought them was because your wife couldn’t beat their leader, the same leader I made submit. Then at Hardcore Revolution, with you nowhere to be seen, I taken down a monster to be the Champion you’re challenging this Monday.
A joke wouldn’t be able to do any of that with the pressure of a time limit, expectation and the knowledge that I cost my weaker self this belt in the first place.”
Bitterly departs from the haughty woman’s lips as she looks toward us with a look of self-condemnation before turning her back to us.
“My ego made me stupid and it was this stupidity that made me lose the thing my weaker self worked over two hundred days to keep hold of. I ruined it for her...and so from that moment I promised her that – no matter what I have to do – I will get this belt back around our waist. I’ve already mentioned the physical hell I went through but you’ll never understand the mental damage every setback, every defeat, every failure does to me. Under such circumstances a normal person would crumble but I am not some normal person. I am The Greatest Showman and I not only managed to cope with my own personal hell but also succeeded against all the adversity. I went through ten months of hell to regain my Championship, so if you think I went through all of that just to roll over and pass you some torch than you’re deathly mistaken.”
Darkly leaves her lips as shortly afterwards the Englishwoman turns to face us again and puffs her chest out quite proudly.
“Yes, I’m entering our Scene with rather lacklustre momentum but one of the reasons for my survival is my ability to adapt and learn. Losing to Ito taught me the importance of keeping razor sharp focus, meaning that nothing is going to distract me from demolishing you. Losing to Griffin taught me to always keep my wits around me and be prepared for anything at any moment, which itself lowers the likeliness of you ever surprising me again. Losing to you meanwhile taught me to stop underestimating you, which was the only reason you got your miracle at Uprising.
Defeats like those should’ve derail many thoughts in my head – as well as make me realise how dire my chances of getting victory at an event I’m currently on a two match losing streak at are – but then Ace King finally defeated me for the very first time. That taught me an incredibly important lesson...that sometimes third time’s a charm means more than just a catchphrase. That if someone like Ace can finally get his big win then it is possible for me to finally slay this final demon. This final demon that has taken me down twice before. This final demon who I’ve lost golden moments to. This final demon known as Wrestlefest.
And this Monday I’ll be giving MY GRANDEST PERFORMANCE to turn that possibility into reality, no matter what happens to you in the end.”
She beams her final set of words out while ecstatically spreading her arms out, as if addressing a much bigger audience than just ourselves, before settling into a sitting position on the edge of the platform.
“Why is all this? Because it is who I am. Something I’ve noticed from you at the last episode of Uprising, as well as most people I’ve faced for the past few months, is that not only don’t you seem to know me but you’re also so ignorant about that that you’ll claim I don’t even know who I am. How stupid are you? No don’t answer that, you speaking would lower the collective IQ of the FSW roster. Instead I’ll tell you a little something...earlier this year Criss Cassidy once asked me for ‘the real Megan Treamon’ and, though believing I’ve answered that at Stranglemania, I still wonder that very question myself…”
The Purple Haired Dynamo admits. A red rose materialising in her right hand as she gives us a grin.
“But after ‘looking at the flowers’ and at the FSW Championship around my waist I know damn well who I am. And that is a big problem for you, a bigger one than you’ll ever be able to overcome, for now there is no more chain – of empathy...remorse...and weakness – holding me back. Nothing to hold back the nine circles of hell I'm going to put you through before leaving our Scene still the FSW Champion.
Why is that?
Because that is who ‘the real Megan Treamon’ is.
You wanted to hold the FSW Championship, Robbie?”
Rage suddenly consumes the Robina’s entire face as the rose slips from her grasp.
“I AM THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
That scream shoots directly through us before the flower touches the floor, flooding everything with pure whiteness in the process.
Enters our ears as we find ourselves underneath a bridge of some kind. The name of this location unknown but the person emerging from the shadows is the lady in red herself Robina Hood. Securely around the Purple Haired Dynamo’s waist is the FSW Championship and she takes a moment to affectionately rub the surface of said Title before continuing.
“I should know, I entered last year’s event as the FSW Champion. It’s almost like a Christmas tradition or something, as if a constant reminder that the future always changes. So maybe people have a right to expect Robbie Rayder leaving the Nou Camp as the new FSW Champion. After all, if history say that it has happened three times before…what will prevent a fourth time?
Funny enough I had similar thoughts entering this event last year. Already having three successful pay-per-view Title defences I was entering last year’s Wrestlefest thinking ‘what will ever prevent a fourth successful defence on pay-per-view?’ Turns out it was someone my arrogance allowed me to overlook…just like how it allowed me to overlook Robbie roughly a fortnight ago. Seems that I’m in the habit of overlooking the little people lately, though now I shouldn’t view you as a background character anymore Robbie. You’ve finally earned the right to be a real support act.”
A smile actually etches itself across the milky skinned woman’s face.
“Why am I smiling? Could it be that I’ve helped you improved by not only handpicking you as a teammate at StableWars but also allowing you to come onto my stage at the Uprising Finale? I mean, before being chosen for said event, what have you done that has ever been consider noteworthy…well, at least what have you done without your wife holding your hand. If anything most people entering that match questioned my choice of choosing you as a partner back then. Yet now, after allowing you the chance to spread your wings and become the great support act you can be, people are now considering you as a true threat. But no, though proud at how much of a good example I am to you, that is not why I am smiling.
Could it be that, at Uprising, you finally showed me the you I wanted to see? I mean, out of all the things you say about me – from calling me a ‘cancer’ to claiming that I am a shell of myself – you never once asked why. Why did I choose you in the first place? I know that at some point you thought of that question at least once. Hell most people did. Loads of them were quick to dismiss my decision to being just some strategic advantage of having the Undisputed Champion’s husband in my back pocket. But none of them understood what I saw in you.
For while you scoring meaningless victories in minor performances I kept thinking that, under the right situation, you can become a diamond and now look at you, breaking off all the coal to finally become somebody who is good enough to properly share my Scene with. Though proud at how good you following the trail I laid for you makes my leadership looks, that isn’t the reason why I’m smiling at all. So why have I been smiling?”
Throughout her words The Emo Princess kept smiling at us in a somewhat unsettling way as her right foot occasionally taps the surprisingly shallow water surface.
“While you’ve indeed grown to be an amazing performer yourself, the kind that can use your skills effectively enough to finally deserve to be a major part of my Scene…”
She stamps on the water, causing a red rose to shoot out into the air. Instead of catching her flower the Englishwoman’s smile fades away.
“It is still not enough to take the FSW Championship away from me.”
The rosehead taps the floor and everything goes white. It doesn’t take too long for us to regain our vision as now we are in the middle of this colosseum otherwise known as Robina’s ‘Theatre of the Deranged’ as we find the FSW Champion pacing backwards and forward on a stage in front of us.
“Exactly twelve months ago today I declared that – regardless of it never been done before – I would win back my FSW Championship. Ten months later, while you’ve done next to nothing memorable, I succeeded in becoming the first and only two time FSW Champion...but you insist that I am a problem and a joke, as if your failure to do anything noteworthy – before I literally handed you an opportunity – is all my fault. Do you realise the shit I had to go through to get the rematch I should’ve been given at the start of the year while people of similar unimportance to you get endless opportunities.
Throughout the ten months I’ve scratched and clawed against the who’s who of the entire FSW roster. I fought an outsider from Prime all the way to Stranglemania where I established that FSW is the superior roster before Candy capitalised on being handed a free Undisputed Title shot. While people like you choose to sit on the sidelines – waiting to have an opportunity handed to you – I stood up, made my own opportunities and featured in almost every pay-per-view this year while, often single-handedly, proudly holding the FSW banner. I waged war against an entire stable on my own and won while the only reason you fought them was because your wife couldn’t beat their leader, the same leader I made submit. Then at Hardcore Revolution, with you nowhere to be seen, I taken down a monster to be the Champion you’re challenging this Monday.
A joke wouldn’t be able to do any of that with the pressure of a time limit, expectation and the knowledge that I cost my weaker self this belt in the first place.”
Bitterly departs from the haughty woman’s lips as she looks toward us with a look of self-condemnation before turning her back to us.
“My ego made me stupid and it was this stupidity that made me lose the thing my weaker self worked over two hundred days to keep hold of. I ruined it for her...and so from that moment I promised her that – no matter what I have to do – I will get this belt back around our waist. I’ve already mentioned the physical hell I went through but you’ll never understand the mental damage every setback, every defeat, every failure does to me. Under such circumstances a normal person would crumble but I am not some normal person. I am The Greatest Showman and I not only managed to cope with my own personal hell but also succeeded against all the adversity. I went through ten months of hell to regain my Championship, so if you think I went through all of that just to roll over and pass you some torch than you’re deathly mistaken.”
Darkly leaves her lips as shortly afterwards the Englishwoman turns to face us again and puffs her chest out quite proudly.
“Yes, I’m entering our Scene with rather lacklustre momentum but one of the reasons for my survival is my ability to adapt and learn. Losing to Ito taught me the importance of keeping razor sharp focus, meaning that nothing is going to distract me from demolishing you. Losing to Griffin taught me to always keep my wits around me and be prepared for anything at any moment, which itself lowers the likeliness of you ever surprising me again. Losing to you meanwhile taught me to stop underestimating you, which was the only reason you got your miracle at Uprising.
Defeats like those should’ve derail many thoughts in my head – as well as make me realise how dire my chances of getting victory at an event I’m currently on a two match losing streak at are – but then Ace King finally defeated me for the very first time. That taught me an incredibly important lesson...that sometimes third time’s a charm means more than just a catchphrase. That if someone like Ace can finally get his big win then it is possible for me to finally slay this final demon. This final demon that has taken me down twice before. This final demon who I’ve lost golden moments to. This final demon known as Wrestlefest.
And this Monday I’ll be giving MY GRANDEST PERFORMANCE to turn that possibility into reality, no matter what happens to you in the end.”
She beams her final set of words out while ecstatically spreading her arms out, as if addressing a much bigger audience than just ourselves, before settling into a sitting position on the edge of the platform.
“Why is all this? Because it is who I am. Something I’ve noticed from you at the last episode of Uprising, as well as most people I’ve faced for the past few months, is that not only don’t you seem to know me but you’re also so ignorant about that that you’ll claim I don’t even know who I am. How stupid are you? No don’t answer that, you speaking would lower the collective IQ of the FSW roster. Instead I’ll tell you a little something...earlier this year Criss Cassidy once asked me for ‘the real Megan Treamon’ and, though believing I’ve answered that at Stranglemania, I still wonder that very question myself…”
The Purple Haired Dynamo admits. A red rose materialising in her right hand as she gives us a grin.
“But after ‘looking at the flowers’ and at the FSW Championship around my waist I know damn well who I am. And that is a big problem for you, a bigger one than you’ll ever be able to overcome, for now there is no more chain – of empathy...remorse...and weakness – holding me back. Nothing to hold back the nine circles of hell I'm going to put you through before leaving our Scene still the FSW Champion.
Why is that?
Because that is who ‘the real Megan Treamon’ is.
You wanted to hold the FSW Championship, Robbie?”
Rage suddenly consumes the Robina’s entire face as the rose slips from her grasp.
“I AM THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP!!!”
That scream shoots directly through us before the flower touches the floor, flooding everything with pure whiteness in the process.