Post by MasterEvil on Dec 17, 2018 4:24:04 GMT
If Robina Wins
Colin Hanks: What an amazing match we had between Rob Garcia and Happy, but will this upcoming FSW Title match be able to one-up that bout?
FBI: Of course it will! Especially when Robina stramples down this annoying Rayder before Dominic finishes off the other annoying Rayder.
Mystery Man: I don't think you should underestimate either Candy or Robbie, especially since he is riding a tidal wave of momentum.
Dobrev: Our next match is scheduled for one fall...and it is FOR THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger...he currently resides in Key West, Florida, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee and smiles then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.
Colin Hanks: Here is Robbie. He has been practically unstoppable and tonight could be the night he makes history by becoming the new FSW Champion!
FBI: Have you seen who he is facing against? Robbie's only chance is if Robina give him any mercy.
Mystery Man: Well he already has a win over her and there has never been a FSW Champion who have successfully defended their Title at Wrestlefest, so this could end up being Robbie's night if he repeats his Uprising performance.
Dobrev: And his opponent, the FSW Champion...she comes to us from Sherwood Forest and currently weighs one hundred and forty eight pounds...ROBINA HOOD!!!
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela, along with a momentary flash of bright light, immediately cause incredibly loud boos from tonight's audience as red petals rain down from the ceiling of the arena. A purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders and, instantly knowing that she is Robina Hood, the people in attendance begins to boo even louder. The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist. Usually this would generate a lot of wolf whistles from those in attendance but instead they boo more at the sight of the Real Madrid shirt that is covering the cocky Champion’s top as she walks down the ramp. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving them an condescending smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees…
And suddenly sprays her Blood Mist directly into the eyes of her challenger!
Colin Hanks: What a despicable move by Robina! And she’s even laughing at Robbie’s pain!
FBI: Any advantage is better than no advantage. Wouldn’t either of you do anything remotely similar when you’re entering this match on a five match losing streak?
Mystery Man: I wouldn’t exactly say no...but at least she’s backing away to allow the referee to start the match...
Yet the moment the bell rings Robina drops the FSW Championship and takes advantage of her challenger trying to wipe the mist off his face by charging forward and leaps to slam a well placed knee into the side of Robbie's face. This causes him to slump against the corner as, like a shark who've smelt blood in the water, Miss Hood being pummeling the downed male with ballistic punches. If anything the ever increasing amount of booes seem to be fueling the the Englishwoman's fist increases in speed, even adding a barrages of stomps once he is halfway to sitting on the floor, until the official finally rips the FSW Champion off Rayder and carries her off to an opposite corner before trying to reprimand her.
However this only got the Purple Haired Dynamo to rudely laugh in his face and verbally challenge him to disqualify her before shoving past him to charge and nail him in the gut with a running butt bump with enough impact to make the male slump down to a sitting position. Yet instead of dragging the breathless man to the centre of the ring Robina takes the chance to shout things like “Year of the Rayders is a joke!” and “learn your place, puppet!”, repeatedly slapping Robbie across his face and inadvertantly wiping away from of the mist while doing so, before backing up to set up another charge. Forward the hated woman sprints...
However her action earlier may have been wake up slaps as the moment she turns Robbie shoots up to his feet, catch Robina around her waist and throws her behind him with a German suplex. The back of The Emo Princess' head crashing hard against the bottom turnbuckle as the Catalan cheer loudly.
Colin Hanks: WHAT A BLITZKRIEG!!! HER HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT TURNBUCKLE.
Mystery Man: Maybe the best way to fight Robina is to be nasty, seems very effective for him right now.
FBI: Get back up Robina! I have money on you!
Mystery Man: That doesn't surprise me at all.
Seeing the opportunity in front of him Robbie drags the practically limp Robina out from the corner and practically flings himself onto the top rope before launching himself off for Aire Rayde V.1. The FSW Champion showing her Championship instinct however as she quickly raise her knees...yet Rayder lands on his feet, grab hold of his opponent's legs and flips her over before latching onto her in an attempt to trap her in the Blackout. However his struggle to capture one arm allowed the Englishwoman to reach and grab the bottom rope with the other hand by the time her first arm was seized.
Angered by this Robbie keeps hold of The Emo Princess' arm and begins to release his frustrations by punching away at the back of Miss Hood's head, further unleashing his fury the moment he noticed that the official is being much more lenient with the rules...probably from the Brit's actions earlier. Eventually the pummeling ends, only for Robbie to not only rip the Real Madrid shirt off his oppoent's back but also rip said top to pieces before shouting out in anger, to the adulation of the approximately hundred thousand in attendance tonight.
FBI: Hey ref? Why the hell aren't you doing your job and count Robbie!
Colin Hanks: Well Robina was allowed to 'bend the rules' so why can't Robbie?
Mystery Man: But how much leniency will the official show here?
Afterwards Rayder kicks the downed Champion until he got enough of a response from her to get the Englishwoman up to her knees. This was what he wanted as now he is swinging kick after kick against the woman's chest until finally Robina catchs his foot. She gets up to her feet before spinning her challenger around, only to be met with a spin kick that sounds off like a bolt of lightning. Seizing on this moment Robbie springs up onto the milky skinned woman from behind and flings himself backwards, spiking her with a Poison Rana that got both cheers and shocked expressions from those in attendance.
Instead of going for any pin cover Rayder rolls himself backwards, over the back of the fallen woman, to get onto his feet behind the purple haired Brit while getting a firm grip her waist before lifting her up for a second Blitzkrieg. He roars while throwing his opponent over his head...yet Robina over rotates herself to land on her feet and greets the turning male with a stiffly cracking headbutt, so stiff in fact that it made the both of them sway quite uneasily before Miss Hood capitalises on her challenger turning away in his current state by jumping up and forcefully bringing down with a crunching Grande Finale before hooking both legs for a quick cover.
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FBI: HOW THE HELL DID ROBBIE MANAGE TO KICK OUT!?!
Mystery Man: It's very rare for anyone to kick out of Robina's Grand Finale...but no one has ever kicked out at one.
Colin Hanks: And look at what impact that has had on Robina.
Robina sits there looking out straight ahead, her face completely covered with pure shock and massive confusion as she slowly turns her head to look down at a motionless Robbie Rayder with. Fear could now be seen in the usually overconfident woman's face as she gets up to her feet, only to stumble a little while taking a couple steps backwards. “Rayder!” chants are flooding the arena as Robbie begins to stir. Fear dissolves to desperation as Robina practically throws herself out of the ring to barge Nina over and steal her steel chair before sliding back into the ring with it. Realising her cowardly intention the referee practically rips the chair from The Greatest Showman's hands and gets out the ring to put the foreign object away.
This was exactly what Robina wanted however as she slips her right hand into her cleavage and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that she waste little time putting on before turning to see Robbie now up to one knee with the help of the ropes. A predator stalking its prey, that is the best way to decribe the young Brit's face as a sickening smile etches itself upon her face before she charges forward to throw a stiff punch...only to be blocked by Rayder as he is one his feet now, which unfortunately lasted for only a couple seconds as the Englishwoman slams her right knee directly into an area most men wouldn't want to be hit. Now that her hand is free Robina does a 360 spin before smashing him across the jaw with the knuckles.
FBI: What a shot!
Colin Hanks: But he isn't down!
Much to the Champion's horror however Robbie doesn't fall to the floor, instead bouncing off the ropes to get back to his feet. So - after quickly glancing towards the official putting the chair down - she quickly throws the knuckles away, slips behind the male to get him in a full nelson before snapping him over with a vicious dragon suplex. The fact the back of Aire's head struck the middle turnbuckle from the suplex, as well as hitting the bottom turnbuckle from the fall to the mat, adds to the viciousness of said moment. However the moment the male rolls onto his stomach - possibly to start trying to get to his feet - The Purple Haired Dynamo adds to her sickening display by jumping up and double stomping the back of Robbie's head, driving his face down hard against the bottom turnbuckle before shooting a satisfied smile towards the hard camera.
Colin Hanks: HOW CAN SHE BE HAPPY WITH WHAT SHE DID!?! SHE'S SICK IN THE HEAD!
Mystery Man: Because she knows that with every act like this, she is one step closer to keeping the belt.
FBI: Exactly!
Robina gets off her challenger, drags him to the middle of the ring and turns him over before, adding humiliation to her cruel ways, deciding to sit down on Robbie's chest so the official has to start a count.
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Robbie - who is now bleeding from his face hitting the bottom turnbuckle - not only kicks out by putting his hands on Miss Hood's lower back and pushing her off, but also used the momentum of this to roll on top of her, grasp both of her arms and lock her in his Blackout to the delight of this ecstatic crowd, who are quickly drowning out the surprised Champion's screams of pure pain. A grand test of the toughest that Robina has boasted about in the past as, instead of submitting, she tries to drag both herself and the just over two hundred pound male towards the nearest ropes. The struggle is there, the wrenching pain is having an affect on the agonised screams of the young Brit yet she barely manages to get close enough to bite the bottom rope, to the dissatisfaction of tonight's audience who were originally chanting "TAP!" at her.
Though probably a decision she'll regret once the match is over this was a good move as Robbie had to let go, not without getting as close to the count of five as possible though, but the moment the short woman weakly gets up to her knees he takes advantage of her tending to her damaged arms to strike her with a sick looking soccer kick. The impact of said kick knocking the milky skinned woman through the gap between the middle and bottom rope, smacking the back of her head hard against the floor as she lays limp. Knowing that he can't become Champion via count out Robbie slips himself out the ring, lifts the purple haired woman up and was immediately greeted with Robina spitting at him. This halts the male in his motions as he looks down, saliva going down his fuming face as he slowly shakes his head...
And throws the milky skinned woman directly at the corner post, cracking her back against the steel pole before lifting her up and throwing the shorter competitor into the barricade with enough force to made it move an inch.
Colin Hanks: My god, Robbie is irrate!
Mystery Man: Well how else would you react when someone spits you in the face?
FBI: I think I'm starting to like this side of Robbie...he should show it more...
Mystery Man: But could this also be the sign of Robbie's desire to become the new FSW Champion?
The desire is definitely strong in Robbie as he lifts his opponent by her purple locks and drags her close to the ring, only to drop her and slip into the ring to stop the official's count with what could be best described as a death stare. Yet the moment Rayder approaches the ropes to get back to his opponent the referee stops him, most likely to separate the two so he could go and check on the motionless Champion. But the furious challenger won't hear any of the referee's decision, push him to the way and bends over the middle rope to reach for his opponent...
Only to be smacked in the face by a steel chair.
Mystery Man: What a chair shot! And now blood is oozing from Robbie's face, that shot must've struck real hard.
Colin Hanks: God damn it! The official was knocked over for a moment, so he missed it! And Robina even made sure to drop the chair to avoid being caught.
FBI: What a genius Robina is!
Mystery Man: I think she may have dropped that chair mainly out of tiredness though.
What a stroke of luck for the female as she is desperately clutching onto the bottom rope to stay on her feet as she yanks herself into the ring, crawls over to the lifeless Robbie and clambers on top of him before sinking him into her Deanimation submission hold. Realising that Rayder isn't responsing the official grabs his right hand and rises it up.
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Dobrev: The winner of the match, via technical submission, and STILL the FSW Champion...ROBINA HOOD!!!
The moment her name was announced Miss Hood let's go off the motionless male and slips off him, laying breathlessly down on her back.
Colin Hanks: You've got to be kidding me! Robbie had this match won!
FBI: But at the end of the day Robina Hood capitalised on angering her opponent and proves once again why she is The Greatest Showman!
Mystery Man: Though considering all the things she had to do to get this victory...I doubt she'd want a rematch any time soon...
Mystery Man adds in as Robina Hood is now sitting against the bottom turnbuckle, glaring over towards the still motionless Robbie Rayder with a look of trepidation as she holds the FSW Championship close to herself
If Robbie wins
Colin Hanks: What an amazing match we had between Rob Garcia and Happy, but will this upcoming FSW Title match be able to one-up that bout?
FBI: Of course it will! Especially when Robina stramples down this annoying Rayder before Dominic finishes off the other annoying Rayder.
Mystery Man: I don't think you should underestimate either Candy or Robbie, especially since he is riding a tidal wave of momentum.
Dobrev: Our next match is scheduled for one fall...and it is FOR THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger...he currently resides in Key West, Florida, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee and smiles then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.
Colin Hanks: Here is Robbie. He has been practically unstoppable and tonight could be the night he makes history by becoming the new FSW Champion!
FBI: Have you seen who he is facing against? Robbie's only chance is if Robina give him any mercy.
Mystery Man: Well he already has a win over her and there has never been a FSW Champion who have successfully defended their Title at Wrestlefest, so this could end up being Robbie's night if he repeats his Uprising performance.
Dobrev: And his opponent, the FSW Champion...she comes to us from Sherwood Forest and currently weighs one hundred and forty eight pounds...ROBINA HOOD!!!
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela, along with a momentary flash of bright light, immediately cause incredibly loud boos from tonight's audience as red petals rain down from the ceiling of the arena. A purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders and, instantly knowing that she is Robina Hood, the people in attendance begins to boo even louder. The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist. Usually this would generate a lot of wolf whistles from those in attendance but instead they boo more at the sight of the Real Madrid shirt that is covering the cocky Champion’s top as she walks down the ramp. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving them an condescending smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees…
And suddenly sprays her Blood Mist directly into the eyes of her challenger!
Colin Hanks: What a despicable move by Robina! And she’s even laughing at Robbie’s pain!
FBI: Any advantage is better than no advantage. Wouldn’t either of you do anything remotely similar when you’re entering this match on a five match losing streak?
Mystery Man: I wouldn’t exactly say no...but at least she’s backing away to allow the referee to start the match...
Yet the moment the bell rings Robina drops the FSW Championship and takes advantage of her challenger trying to wipe the mist off his face by charging forward and leaps to slam a well placed knee into the side of Robbie's face. This causes him to slump against the corner as, like a shark who've smelt blood in the water, Miss Hood being pummeling the downed male with ballistic punches. If anything the ever increasing amount of booes seem to be fueling the the Englishwoman's fist increases in speed, even adding a barrages of stomps once he is halfway to sitting on the floor, until the official finally rips the FSW Champion off Rayder and carries her off to an opposite corner before trying to reprimand her.
However this only got the Purple Haired Dynamo to rudely laugh in his face and verbally challenge him to disqualify her before shoving past him to charge and nail him in the gut with a running butt bump with enough impact to make the male slump down to a sitting position. Yet instead of dragging the breathless man to the centre of the ring Robina takes the chance to shout things like “Year of the Rayders is a joke!” and “learn your place, puppet!”, repeatedly slapping Robbie across his face and inadvertantly wiping away from of the mist while doing so, before backing up to set up another charge. Forward the hated woman sprints...
However her action earlier may have been wake up slaps as the moment she turns Robbie shoots up to his feet, catch Robina around her waist and throws her behind him with a German suplex. The back of The Emo Princess' head crashing hard against the bottom turnbuckle as the Catalan cheer loudly.
Colin Hanks: WHAT A BLITZKRIEG!!! HER HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT TURNBUCKLE.
Mystery Man: Maybe the best way to fight Robina is to be nasty, seems very effective for him right now.
FBI: Get back up Robina! I have money on you!
Mystery Man: That doesn't surprise me at all.
Seeing the opportunity in front of him Robbie drags the practically limp Robina out from the corner and practically flings himself onto the top rope before launching himself off for Aire Rayde V.1. The FSW Champion showing her Championship instinct however as she quickly raise her knees...yet Rayder lands on his feet, grab hold of his opponent's legs and flips her over before latching onto her in an attempt to trap her in the Blackout. However his struggle to capture one arm allowed the Englishwoman to reach and grab the bottom rope with the other hand by the time her first arm was seized.
Angered by this Robbie keeps hold of The Emo Princess' arm and begins to release his frustrations by punching away at the back of Miss Hood's head, further unleashing his fury the moment he noticed that the official is being much more lenient with the rules...probably from the Brit's actions earlier. Eventually the pummeling ends, only for Robbie to not only rip the Real Madrid shirt off his oppoent's back but also rip said top to pieces before shouting out in anger, to the adulation of the approximately hundred thousand in attendance tonight.
FBI: Hey ref? Why the hell aren't you doing your job and count Robbie!
Colin Hanks: Well Robina was allowed to 'bend the rules' so why can't Robbie?
Mystery Man: But how much leniency will the official show here?
Afterwards Rayder kicks the downed Champion until he got enough of a response from her to get the Englishwoman up to her knees. This was what he wanted as now he is swinging kick after kick against the woman's chest until finally Robina catchs his foot. She gets up to her feet before spinning her challenger around, only to be met with a spin kick that sounds off like a bolt of lightning. Seizing on this moment Robbie springs up onto the milky skinned woman from behind and flings himself backwards, spiking her with a Poison Rana that got both cheers and shocked expressions from those in attendance.
Instead of going for any pin cover Rayder rolls himself backwards, over the back of the fallen woman, to get onto his feet behind the purple haired Brit while getting a firm grip her waist before lifting her up for a second Blitzkrieg. He roars while throwing his opponent over his head...yet Robina over rotates herself to land on her feet and greets the turning male with a stiffly cracking headbutt, so stiff in fact that it made the both of them sway quite uneasily before Miss Hood capitalises on her challenger turning away in his current state by jumping up and forcefully bringing down with a crunching Grande Finale before hooking both legs for a quick cover.
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FBI: HOW THE HELL DID ROBBIE MANAGE TO KICK OUT!?!
Mystery Man: It's very rare for anyone to kick out of Robina's Grand Finale...but no one has ever kicked out at one.
Colin Hanks: And look at what impact that has had on Robina.
Robina sits there looking out straight ahead, her face completely covered with pure shock and massive confusion as she slowly turns her head to look down at a motionless Robbie Rayder with. Fear could now be seen in the usually overconfident woman's face as she gets up to her feet, only to stumble a little while taking a couple steps backwards. “Rayder!” chants are flooding the arena as Robbie begins to stir. Fear dissolves to desperation as Robina practically throws herself out of the ring to barge Nina over and steal her steel chair before sliding back into the ring with it. Realising her cowardly intention the referee practically rips the chair from The Greatest Showman's hands and gets out the ring to put the foreign object away.
This was exactly what Robina wanted however as she slips her right hand into her cleavage and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that she waste little time putting on before turning to see Robbie now up to one knee with the help of the ropes. A predator stalking its prey, that is the best way to decribe the young Brit's face as a sickening smile etches itself upon her face before she charges forward to throw a stiff punch...only to be blocked by Rayder as he is one his feet now, which unfortunately lasted for only a couple seconds as the Englishwoman slams her right knee directly into an area most men wouldn't want to be hit. Now that her hand is free Robina does a 360 spin before smashing him across the jaw with the knuckles.
FBI: What a shot!
Colin Hanks: But he isn't down!
Much to the Champion's horror however Robbie doesn't fall to the floor, instead bouncing off the ropes to get back to his feet. So - after quickly glancing towards the official putting the chair down - she quickly throws the knuckles away, slips behind the male to get him in a full nelson before snapping him over with a vicious dragon suplex. The fact the back of Aire's head struck the middle turnbuckle from the suplex, as well as hitting the bottom turnbuckle from the fall to the mat, adds to the viciousness of said moment. However the moment the male rolls onto his stomach - possibly to start trying to get to his feet - The Purple Haired Dynamo adds to her sickening display by jumping up and double stomping the back of Robbie's head, driving his face down hard against the bottom turnbuckle before shooting a satisfied smile towards the hard camera.
Colin Hanks: HOW CAN SHE BE HAPPY WITH WHAT SHE DID!?! SHE'S SICK IN THE HEAD!
Mystery Man: Because she knows that with every act like this, she is one step closer to keeping the belt.
FBI: Exactly!
Robina gets off her challenger, drags him to the middle of the ring and turns him over before, adding humiliation to her cruel ways, deciding to sit down on Robbie's chest so the official has to start a count.
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Robbie - who is now bleeding from his face hitting the bottom turnbuckle - not only kicks out by putting his hands on Miss Hood's lower back and pushing her off, but also used the momentum of this to roll on top of her, grasp both of her arms and lock her in his Blackout to the delight of this ecstatic crowd, who are quickly drowning out the surprised Champion's screams of pure pain. A grand test of the toughest that Robina has boasted about in the past as, instead of submitting, she tries to drag both herself and the just over two hundred pound male towards the nearest ropes. The struggle is there, the wrenching pain is having an affect on the agonised screams of the young Brit yet she barely manages to get close enough to bite the bottom rope, to the dissatisfaction of tonight's audience who were originally chanting "TAP!" at her.
Though probably a decision she'll regret once the match is over this was a good move as Robbie had to let go, not without getting as close to the count of five as possible though, but the moment the short woman weakly gets up to her knees he takes advantage of her tending to her damaged arms to strike her with a sick looking soccer kick. The impact of said kick knocking the milky skinned woman through the gap between the middle and bottom rope, smacking the back of her head hard against the floor as she lays limp. Knowing that he can't become Champion via count out Robbie slips himself out the ring, lifts the purple haired woman up and was immediately greeted with Robina spitting at him. This halts the male in his motions as he looks down, saliva going down his fuming face as he slowly shakes his head...
And throws the milky skinned woman directly at the corner post, cracking her back against the steel pole before lifting her up and throwing the shorter competitor into the barricade with enough force to made it move an inch.
Colin Hanks: My god, Robbie is irrate!
Mystery Man: Well how else would you react when someone spits you in the face?
FBI: I think I'm starting to like this side of Robbie...he should show it more...
Mystery Man: But could this also be the sign of Robbie's desire to become the new FSW Champion?
The desire is definitely strong in Robbie as he lifts his opponent by her purple locks and drags her close to the ring, only to drop her and slip into the ring to stop the official's count with what could be best described as a death stare. Yet the moment Rayder approaches the ropes to get back to his opponent the referee stops him, most likely to separate the two so he could go and check on the motionless Champion. But the furious challenger won't hear any of the referee's decision, push him to the way and bends over the middle rope to reach for his opponent...
Only to be smacked in the face by a steel chair.
Mystery Man: What a chair shot! And now blood is oozing from Robbie's face, that shot must've struck real hard.
Colin Hanks: God damn it! The official was knocked over for a moment, so he missed it! And Robina even made sure to drop the chair to avoid being caught.
FBI: What a genius Robina is!
Mystery Man: I think she may have dropped that chair mainly out of tiredness though.
What a stroke of luck for the female as she is desperately clutching onto the bottom rope to stay on her feet as she yanks herself into the ring, crawls over to the lifeless Robbie and clambers on top of him before sinking him into her Deanimation submission hold. Realising that Rayder isn't responsing the official grabs his right hand and rises it up.
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Robbie's hand halts with just milimetres from the mat to a flood of cheers as with a sudden burst of life Rayder wiggles and squirms until he manages to place his foot on the bottom rope...only to push against said rope to roll himself out the hold, behind the worn down Champion and on top of her where he grasps both her arms and locks in his Blackout again. Though squirming at first, Robina couldn't last longer than five seconds before tapping out desperately.
Dobrev: The winner of the match, via submission, and NEW FSW Champion...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The moment his name was announced Robbie releases his hold and sluggishly gets up to his feet to the absolute delight of the passionate crowd filling out the arena tonight.
FBI: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Colin Hanks: You mean YES! For Robbie fought this moment and, though she tried every trick in the book, Robina couldn't prevent Robbie leaving tonight as the new FSW Champion!
Mystery Man: And seeing what he went through to win tonight, how can anyone expect to dethrone the new Champion?
Mystery Man ponders as we see Robbie Rayder standing on top of the barricade, lifting his FSW Championship up to the loud cheers of the loving Catalan.
Colin Hanks: What an amazing match we had between Rob Garcia and Happy, but will this upcoming FSW Title match be able to one-up that bout?
FBI: Of course it will! Especially when Robina stramples down this annoying Rayder before Dominic finishes off the other annoying Rayder.
Mystery Man: I don't think you should underestimate either Candy or Robbie, especially since he is riding a tidal wave of momentum.
Dobrev: Our next match is scheduled for one fall...and it is FOR THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger...he currently resides in Key West, Florida, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee and smiles then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.
Colin Hanks: Here is Robbie. He has been practically unstoppable and tonight could be the night he makes history by becoming the new FSW Champion!
FBI: Have you seen who he is facing against? Robbie's only chance is if Robina give him any mercy.
Mystery Man: Well he already has a win over her and there has never been a FSW Champion who have successfully defended their Title at Wrestlefest, so this could end up being Robbie's night if he repeats his Uprising performance.
Dobrev: And his opponent, the FSW Champion...she comes to us from Sherwood Forest and currently weighs one hundred and forty eight pounds...ROBINA HOOD!!!
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela, along with a momentary flash of bright light, immediately cause incredibly loud boos from tonight's audience as red petals rain down from the ceiling of the arena. A purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders and, instantly knowing that she is Robina Hood, the people in attendance begins to boo even louder. The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist. Usually this would generate a lot of wolf whistles from those in attendance but instead they boo more at the sight of the Real Madrid shirt that is covering the cocky Champion’s top as she walks down the ramp. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving them an condescending smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees…
And suddenly sprays her Blood Mist directly into the eyes of her challenger!
Colin Hanks: What a despicable move by Robina! And she’s even laughing at Robbie’s pain!
FBI: Any advantage is better than no advantage. Wouldn’t either of you do anything remotely similar when you’re entering this match on a five match losing streak?
Mystery Man: I wouldn’t exactly say no...but at least she’s backing away to allow the referee to start the match...
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Yet the moment the bell rings Robina drops the FSW Championship and takes advantage of her challenger trying to wipe the mist off his face by charging forward and leaps to slam a well placed knee into the side of Robbie's face. This causes him to slump against the corner as, like a shark who've smelt blood in the water, Miss Hood being pummeling the downed male with ballistic punches. If anything the ever increasing amount of booes seem to be fueling the the Englishwoman's fist increases in speed, even adding a barrages of stomps once he is halfway to sitting on the floor, until the official finally rips the FSW Champion off Rayder and carries her off to an opposite corner before trying to reprimand her.
However this only got the Purple Haired Dynamo to rudely laugh in his face and verbally challenge him to disqualify her before shoving past him to charge and nail him in the gut with a running butt bump with enough impact to make the male slump down to a sitting position. Yet instead of dragging the breathless man to the centre of the ring Robina takes the chance to shout things like “Year of the Rayders is a joke!” and “learn your place, puppet!”, repeatedly slapping Robbie across his face and inadvertantly wiping away from of the mist while doing so, before backing up to set up another charge. Forward the hated woman sprints...
However her action earlier may have been wake up slaps as the moment she turns Robbie shoots up to his feet, catch Robina around her waist and throws her behind him with a German suplex. The back of The Emo Princess' head crashing hard against the bottom turnbuckle as the Catalan cheer loudly.
Colin Hanks: WHAT A BLITZKRIEG!!! HER HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT TURNBUCKLE.
Mystery Man: Maybe the best way to fight Robina is to be nasty, seems very effective for him right now.
FBI: Get back up Robina! I have money on you!
Mystery Man: That doesn't surprise me at all.
Seeing the opportunity in front of him Robbie drags the practically limp Robina out from the corner and practically flings himself onto the top rope before launching himself off for Aire Rayde V.1. The FSW Champion showing her Championship instinct however as she quickly raise her knees...yet Rayder lands on his feet, grab hold of his opponent's legs and flips her over before latching onto her in an attempt to trap her in the Blackout. However his struggle to capture one arm allowed the Englishwoman to reach and grab the bottom rope with the other hand by the time her first arm was seized.
Angered by this Robbie keeps hold of The Emo Princess' arm and begins to release his frustrations by punching away at the back of Miss Hood's head, further unleashing his fury the moment he noticed that the official is being much more lenient with the rules...probably from the Brit's actions earlier. Eventually the pummeling ends, only for Robbie to not only rip the Real Madrid shirt off his oppoent's back but also rip said top to pieces before shouting out in anger, to the adulation of the approximately hundred thousand in attendance tonight.
FBI: Hey ref? Why the hell aren't you doing your job and count Robbie!
Colin Hanks: Well Robina was allowed to 'bend the rules' so why can't Robbie?
Mystery Man: But how much leniency will the official show here?
Afterwards Rayder kicks the downed Champion until he got enough of a response from her to get the Englishwoman up to her knees. This was what he wanted as now he is swinging kick after kick against the woman's chest until finally Robina catchs his foot. She gets up to her feet before spinning her challenger around, only to be met with a spin kick that sounds off like a bolt of lightning. Seizing on this moment Robbie springs up onto the milky skinned woman from behind and flings himself backwards, spiking her with a Poison Rana that got both cheers and shocked expressions from those in attendance.
Instead of going for any pin cover Rayder rolls himself backwards, over the back of the fallen woman, to get onto his feet behind the purple haired Brit while getting a firm grip her waist before lifting her up for a second Blitzkrieg. He roars while throwing his opponent over his head...yet Robina over rotates herself to land on her feet and greets the turning male with a stiffly cracking headbutt, so stiff in fact that it made the both of them sway quite uneasily before Miss Hood capitalises on her challenger turning away in his current state by jumping up and forcefully bringing down with a crunching Grande Finale before hooking both legs for a quick cover.
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FBI: HOW THE HELL DID ROBBIE MANAGE TO KICK OUT!?!
Mystery Man: It's very rare for anyone to kick out of Robina's Grand Finale...but no one has ever kicked out at one.
Colin Hanks: And look at what impact that has had on Robina.
Robina sits there looking out straight ahead, her face completely covered with pure shock and massive confusion as she slowly turns her head to look down at a motionless Robbie Rayder with. Fear could now be seen in the usually overconfident woman's face as she gets up to her feet, only to stumble a little while taking a couple steps backwards. “Rayder!” chants are flooding the arena as Robbie begins to stir. Fear dissolves to desperation as Robina practically throws herself out of the ring to barge Nina over and steal her steel chair before sliding back into the ring with it. Realising her cowardly intention the referee practically rips the chair from The Greatest Showman's hands and gets out the ring to put the foreign object away.
This was exactly what Robina wanted however as she slips her right hand into her cleavage and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that she waste little time putting on before turning to see Robbie now up to one knee with the help of the ropes. A predator stalking its prey, that is the best way to decribe the young Brit's face as a sickening smile etches itself upon her face before she charges forward to throw a stiff punch...only to be blocked by Rayder as he is one his feet now, which unfortunately lasted for only a couple seconds as the Englishwoman slams her right knee directly into an area most men wouldn't want to be hit. Now that her hand is free Robina does a 360 spin before smashing him across the jaw with the knuckles.
FBI: What a shot!
Colin Hanks: But he isn't down!
Much to the Champion's horror however Robbie doesn't fall to the floor, instead bouncing off the ropes to get back to his feet. So - after quickly glancing towards the official putting the chair down - she quickly throws the knuckles away, slips behind the male to get him in a full nelson before snapping him over with a vicious dragon suplex. The fact the back of Aire's head struck the middle turnbuckle from the suplex, as well as hitting the bottom turnbuckle from the fall to the mat, adds to the viciousness of said moment. However the moment the male rolls onto his stomach - possibly to start trying to get to his feet - The Purple Haired Dynamo adds to her sickening display by jumping up and double stomping the back of Robbie's head, driving his face down hard against the bottom turnbuckle before shooting a satisfied smile towards the hard camera.
Colin Hanks: HOW CAN SHE BE HAPPY WITH WHAT SHE DID!?! SHE'S SICK IN THE HEAD!
Mystery Man: Because she knows that with every act like this, she is one step closer to keeping the belt.
FBI: Exactly!
Robina gets off her challenger, drags him to the middle of the ring and turns him over before, adding humiliation to her cruel ways, deciding to sit down on Robbie's chest so the official has to start a count.
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Robbie - who is now bleeding from his face hitting the bottom turnbuckle - not only kicks out by putting his hands on Miss Hood's lower back and pushing her off, but also used the momentum of this to roll on top of her, grasp both of her arms and lock her in his Blackout to the delight of this ecstatic crowd, who are quickly drowning out the surprised Champion's screams of pure pain. A grand test of the toughest that Robina has boasted about in the past as, instead of submitting, she tries to drag both herself and the just over two hundred pound male towards the nearest ropes. The struggle is there, the wrenching pain is having an affect on the agonised screams of the young Brit yet she barely manages to get close enough to bite the bottom rope, to the dissatisfaction of tonight's audience who were originally chanting "TAP!" at her.
Though probably a decision she'll regret once the match is over this was a good move as Robbie had to let go, not without getting as close to the count of five as possible though, but the moment the short woman weakly gets up to her knees he takes advantage of her tending to her damaged arms to strike her with a sick looking soccer kick. The impact of said kick knocking the milky skinned woman through the gap between the middle and bottom rope, smacking the back of her head hard against the floor as she lays limp. Knowing that he can't become Champion via count out Robbie slips himself out the ring, lifts the purple haired woman up and was immediately greeted with Robina spitting at him. This halts the male in his motions as he looks down, saliva going down his fuming face as he slowly shakes his head...
And throws the milky skinned woman directly at the corner post, cracking her back against the steel pole before lifting her up and throwing the shorter competitor into the barricade with enough force to made it move an inch.
Colin Hanks: My god, Robbie is irrate!
Mystery Man: Well how else would you react when someone spits you in the face?
FBI: I think I'm starting to like this side of Robbie...he should show it more...
Mystery Man: But could this also be the sign of Robbie's desire to become the new FSW Champion?
The desire is definitely strong in Robbie as he lifts his opponent by her purple locks and drags her close to the ring, only to drop her and slip into the ring to stop the official's count with what could be best described as a death stare. Yet the moment Rayder approaches the ropes to get back to his opponent the referee stops him, most likely to separate the two so he could go and check on the motionless Champion. But the furious challenger won't hear any of the referee's decision, push him to the way and bends over the middle rope to reach for his opponent...
Only to be smacked in the face by a steel chair.
Mystery Man: What a chair shot! And now blood is oozing from Robbie's face, that shot must've struck real hard.
Colin Hanks: God damn it! The official was knocked over for a moment, so he missed it! And Robina even made sure to drop the chair to avoid being caught.
FBI: What a genius Robina is!
Mystery Man: I think she may have dropped that chair mainly out of tiredness though.
What a stroke of luck for the female as she is desperately clutching onto the bottom rope to stay on her feet as she yanks herself into the ring, crawls over to the lifeless Robbie and clambers on top of him before sinking him into her Deanimation submission hold. Realising that Rayder isn't responsing the official grabs his right hand and rises it up.
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DING DING DING
Dobrev: The winner of the match, via technical submission, and STILL the FSW Champion...ROBINA HOOD!!!
The moment her name was announced Miss Hood let's go off the motionless male and slips off him, laying breathlessly down on her back.
Colin Hanks: You've got to be kidding me! Robbie had this match won!
FBI: But at the end of the day Robina Hood capitalised on angering her opponent and proves once again why she is The Greatest Showman!
Mystery Man: Though considering all the things she had to do to get this victory...I doubt she'd want a rematch any time soon...
Mystery Man adds in as Robina Hood is now sitting against the bottom turnbuckle, glaring over towards the still motionless Robbie Rayder with a look of trepidation as she holds the FSW Championship close to herself
If Robbie wins
Colin Hanks: What an amazing match we had between Rob Garcia and Happy, but will this upcoming FSW Title match be able to one-up that bout?
FBI: Of course it will! Especially when Robina stramples down this annoying Rayder before Dominic finishes off the other annoying Rayder.
Mystery Man: I don't think you should underestimate either Candy or Robbie, especially since he is riding a tidal wave of momentum.
Dobrev: Our next match is scheduled for one fall...and it is FOR THE FSW CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger...he currently resides in Key West, Florida, and weighs in tonight at two hundred and five pounds...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The lights go out in the arena then a fog covers the entrance. The lights slowly come up as Robbie Rayder, wearing long red tights and black boots, walks out through the fog and kneels down. He points his index fingers to the ceiling then lowers them to point at the ring. Rayder looks out at the crowd as he walks half way down towards the ring, then runs towards the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. He gets to a knee and smiles then gets to his feet, leaning out through the middle and top ropes, playing to the crowd.
Colin Hanks: Here is Robbie. He has been practically unstoppable and tonight could be the night he makes history by becoming the new FSW Champion!
FBI: Have you seen who he is facing against? Robbie's only chance is if Robina give him any mercy.
Mystery Man: Well he already has a win over her and there has never been a FSW Champion who have successfully defended their Title at Wrestlefest, so this could end up being Robbie's night if he repeats his Uprising performance.
Dobrev: And his opponent, the FSW Champion...she comes to us from Sherwood Forest and currently weighs one hundred and forty eight pounds...ROBINA HOOD!!!
They say we wanted attention
Those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela, along with a momentary flash of bright light, immediately cause incredibly loud boos from tonight's audience as red petals rain down from the ceiling of the arena. A purple-haired lady comes through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders and, instantly knowing that she is Robina Hood, the people in attendance begins to boo even louder. The forest-dweller throws her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the stage floor, revealing her military-styled red dress - with a translucent portion in the front of the skirt - to the cameras, with the FSW Championship securely wrapped around her waist. Usually this would generate a lot of wolf whistles from those in attendance but instead they boo more at the sight of the Real Madrid shirt that is covering the cocky Champion’s top as she walks down the ramp. She didn't waste much time in getting to ringside, up the ring steps and onto the ring apron. But instead of immediately entering the ring Miss Hood partly sat down on the middle rope and glanced towards the crowd, giving them an condescending smile before finally entering the ring. Shortly after entering the ring Robina unfastens the FSW Championship from around her waist, spins around at 270 degrees…
And suddenly sprays her Blood Mist directly into the eyes of her challenger!
Colin Hanks: What a despicable move by Robina! And she’s even laughing at Robbie’s pain!
FBI: Any advantage is better than no advantage. Wouldn’t either of you do anything remotely similar when you’re entering this match on a five match losing streak?
Mystery Man: I wouldn’t exactly say no...but at least she’s backing away to allow the referee to start the match...
DING DING DING
Yet the moment the bell rings Robina drops the FSW Championship and takes advantage of her challenger trying to wipe the mist off his face by charging forward and leaps to slam a well placed knee into the side of Robbie's face. This causes him to slump against the corner as, like a shark who've smelt blood in the water, Miss Hood being pummeling the downed male with ballistic punches. If anything the ever increasing amount of booes seem to be fueling the the Englishwoman's fist increases in speed, even adding a barrages of stomps once he is halfway to sitting on the floor, until the official finally rips the FSW Champion off Rayder and carries her off to an opposite corner before trying to reprimand her.
However this only got the Purple Haired Dynamo to rudely laugh in his face and verbally challenge him to disqualify her before shoving past him to charge and nail him in the gut with a running butt bump with enough impact to make the male slump down to a sitting position. Yet instead of dragging the breathless man to the centre of the ring Robina takes the chance to shout things like “Year of the Rayders is a joke!” and “learn your place, puppet!”, repeatedly slapping Robbie across his face and inadvertantly wiping away from of the mist while doing so, before backing up to set up another charge. Forward the hated woman sprints...
However her action earlier may have been wake up slaps as the moment she turns Robbie shoots up to his feet, catch Robina around her waist and throws her behind him with a German suplex. The back of The Emo Princess' head crashing hard against the bottom turnbuckle as the Catalan cheer loudly.
Colin Hanks: WHAT A BLITZKRIEG!!! HER HEAD BOUNCED OFF THAT TURNBUCKLE.
Mystery Man: Maybe the best way to fight Robina is to be nasty, seems very effective for him right now.
FBI: Get back up Robina! I have money on you!
Mystery Man: That doesn't surprise me at all.
Seeing the opportunity in front of him Robbie drags the practically limp Robina out from the corner and practically flings himself onto the top rope before launching himself off for Aire Rayde V.1. The FSW Champion showing her Championship instinct however as she quickly raise her knees...yet Rayder lands on his feet, grab hold of his opponent's legs and flips her over before latching onto her in an attempt to trap her in the Blackout. However his struggle to capture one arm allowed the Englishwoman to reach and grab the bottom rope with the other hand by the time her first arm was seized.
Angered by this Robbie keeps hold of The Emo Princess' arm and begins to release his frustrations by punching away at the back of Miss Hood's head, further unleashing his fury the moment he noticed that the official is being much more lenient with the rules...probably from the Brit's actions earlier. Eventually the pummeling ends, only for Robbie to not only rip the Real Madrid shirt off his oppoent's back but also rip said top to pieces before shouting out in anger, to the adulation of the approximately hundred thousand in attendance tonight.
FBI: Hey ref? Why the hell aren't you doing your job and count Robbie!
Colin Hanks: Well Robina was allowed to 'bend the rules' so why can't Robbie?
Mystery Man: But how much leniency will the official show here?
Afterwards Rayder kicks the downed Champion until he got enough of a response from her to get the Englishwoman up to her knees. This was what he wanted as now he is swinging kick after kick against the woman's chest until finally Robina catchs his foot. She gets up to her feet before spinning her challenger around, only to be met with a spin kick that sounds off like a bolt of lightning. Seizing on this moment Robbie springs up onto the milky skinned woman from behind and flings himself backwards, spiking her with a Poison Rana that got both cheers and shocked expressions from those in attendance.
Instead of going for any pin cover Rayder rolls himself backwards, over the back of the fallen woman, to get onto his feet behind the purple haired Brit while getting a firm grip her waist before lifting her up for a second Blitzkrieg. He roars while throwing his opponent over his head...yet Robina over rotates herself to land on her feet and greets the turning male with a stiffly cracking headbutt, so stiff in fact that it made the both of them sway quite uneasily before Miss Hood capitalises on her challenger turning away in his current state by jumping up and forcefully bringing down with a crunching Grande Finale before hooking both legs for a quick cover.
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FBI: HOW THE HELL DID ROBBIE MANAGE TO KICK OUT!?!
Mystery Man: It's very rare for anyone to kick out of Robina's Grand Finale...but no one has ever kicked out at one.
Colin Hanks: And look at what impact that has had on Robina.
Robina sits there looking out straight ahead, her face completely covered with pure shock and massive confusion as she slowly turns her head to look down at a motionless Robbie Rayder with. Fear could now be seen in the usually overconfident woman's face as she gets up to her feet, only to stumble a little while taking a couple steps backwards. “Rayder!” chants are flooding the arena as Robbie begins to stir. Fear dissolves to desperation as Robina practically throws herself out of the ring to barge Nina over and steal her steel chair before sliding back into the ring with it. Realising her cowardly intention the referee practically rips the chair from The Greatest Showman's hands and gets out the ring to put the foreign object away.
This was exactly what Robina wanted however as she slips her right hand into her cleavage and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles that she waste little time putting on before turning to see Robbie now up to one knee with the help of the ropes. A predator stalking its prey, that is the best way to decribe the young Brit's face as a sickening smile etches itself upon her face before she charges forward to throw a stiff punch...only to be blocked by Rayder as he is one his feet now, which unfortunately lasted for only a couple seconds as the Englishwoman slams her right knee directly into an area most men wouldn't want to be hit. Now that her hand is free Robina does a 360 spin before smashing him across the jaw with the knuckles.
FBI: What a shot!
Colin Hanks: But he isn't down!
Much to the Champion's horror however Robbie doesn't fall to the floor, instead bouncing off the ropes to get back to his feet. So - after quickly glancing towards the official putting the chair down - she quickly throws the knuckles away, slips behind the male to get him in a full nelson before snapping him over with a vicious dragon suplex. The fact the back of Aire's head struck the middle turnbuckle from the suplex, as well as hitting the bottom turnbuckle from the fall to the mat, adds to the viciousness of said moment. However the moment the male rolls onto his stomach - possibly to start trying to get to his feet - The Purple Haired Dynamo adds to her sickening display by jumping up and double stomping the back of Robbie's head, driving his face down hard against the bottom turnbuckle before shooting a satisfied smile towards the hard camera.
Colin Hanks: HOW CAN SHE BE HAPPY WITH WHAT SHE DID!?! SHE'S SICK IN THE HEAD!
Mystery Man: Because she knows that with every act like this, she is one step closer to keeping the belt.
FBI: Exactly!
Robina gets off her challenger, drags him to the middle of the ring and turns him over before, adding humiliation to her cruel ways, deciding to sit down on Robbie's chest so the official has to start a count.
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Robbie - who is now bleeding from his face hitting the bottom turnbuckle - not only kicks out by putting his hands on Miss Hood's lower back and pushing her off, but also used the momentum of this to roll on top of her, grasp both of her arms and lock her in his Blackout to the delight of this ecstatic crowd, who are quickly drowning out the surprised Champion's screams of pure pain. A grand test of the toughest that Robina has boasted about in the past as, instead of submitting, she tries to drag both herself and the just over two hundred pound male towards the nearest ropes. The struggle is there, the wrenching pain is having an affect on the agonised screams of the young Brit yet she barely manages to get close enough to bite the bottom rope, to the dissatisfaction of tonight's audience who were originally chanting "TAP!" at her.
Though probably a decision she'll regret once the match is over this was a good move as Robbie had to let go, not without getting as close to the count of five as possible though, but the moment the short woman weakly gets up to her knees he takes advantage of her tending to her damaged arms to strike her with a sick looking soccer kick. The impact of said kick knocking the milky skinned woman through the gap between the middle and bottom rope, smacking the back of her head hard against the floor as she lays limp. Knowing that he can't become Champion via count out Robbie slips himself out the ring, lifts the purple haired woman up and was immediately greeted with Robina spitting at him. This halts the male in his motions as he looks down, saliva going down his fuming face as he slowly shakes his head...
And throws the milky skinned woman directly at the corner post, cracking her back against the steel pole before lifting her up and throwing the shorter competitor into the barricade with enough force to made it move an inch.
Colin Hanks: My god, Robbie is irrate!
Mystery Man: Well how else would you react when someone spits you in the face?
FBI: I think I'm starting to like this side of Robbie...he should show it more...
Mystery Man: But could this also be the sign of Robbie's desire to become the new FSW Champion?
The desire is definitely strong in Robbie as he lifts his opponent by her purple locks and drags her close to the ring, only to drop her and slip into the ring to stop the official's count with what could be best described as a death stare. Yet the moment Rayder approaches the ropes to get back to his opponent the referee stops him, most likely to separate the two so he could go and check on the motionless Champion. But the furious challenger won't hear any of the referee's decision, push him to the way and bends over the middle rope to reach for his opponent...
Only to be smacked in the face by a steel chair.
Mystery Man: What a chair shot! And now blood is oozing from Robbie's face, that shot must've struck real hard.
Colin Hanks: God damn it! The official was knocked over for a moment, so he missed it! And Robina even made sure to drop the chair to avoid being caught.
FBI: What a genius Robina is!
Mystery Man: I think she may have dropped that chair mainly out of tiredness though.
What a stroke of luck for the female as she is desperately clutching onto the bottom rope to stay on her feet as she yanks herself into the ring, crawls over to the lifeless Robbie and clambers on top of him before sinking him into her Deanimation submission hold. Realising that Rayder isn't responsing the official grabs his right hand and rises it up.
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Robbie's hand halts with just milimetres from the mat to a flood of cheers as with a sudden burst of life Rayder wiggles and squirms until he manages to place his foot on the bottom rope...only to push against said rope to roll himself out the hold, behind the worn down Champion and on top of her where he grasps both her arms and locks in his Blackout again. Though squirming at first, Robina couldn't last longer than five seconds before tapping out desperately.
DING DING DING
Dobrev: The winner of the match, via submission, and NEW FSW Champion...ROBBIE “AIRE” RAYDER!!!
The moment his name was announced Robbie releases his hold and sluggishly gets up to his feet to the absolute delight of the passionate crowd filling out the arena tonight.
FBI: NO! NO! NO! NO!
Colin Hanks: You mean YES! For Robbie fought this moment and, though she tried every trick in the book, Robina couldn't prevent Robbie leaving tonight as the new FSW Champion!
Mystery Man: And seeing what he went through to win tonight, how can anyone expect to dethrone the new Champion?
Mystery Man ponders as we see Robbie Rayder standing on top of the barricade, lifting his FSW Championship up to the loud cheers of the loving Catalan.