Post by MasterEvil on Dec 25, 2018 0:53:52 GMT
“My, oh my, what a mess you’ve caused dear Kaelan.”
Mockingly enters our ears as we find ourselves inside a chapel in Vegas. Why are we here, among the broken wreckage? Because crouching down by a fallen altar is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. Why is she here out of all places? The answer is currently uncertain for the woman preparing for her King Cobra opening round match as she strokes the fallen down altar before beginning to set it back up.
“Then again ‘mess’ could be the best word to describe your career, wouldn’t it Kaelan? Won a couple Championships, won a Quag Cup and won her fair share of matches...only to fail to get any more success for someone with such a big mouth, to be nothing more than an inadequate fighter and simply incapable of being enough of a rock to keep her husband. Yes, I do genuinely think that she has a huge mouth...at least on social media, from claiming that Irish women who call themselves ‘roses’ are copying her to doing all the trash talk in the world while representing the wrong country at the Quag Cup. Can’t help but wonder though…if she spent as much time being a wife as she did on Twitter...maybe Bryan wouldn’t have felt the need to leave to improve himself…
What? Do I sound offensive? Who cares if I do? Kae apparently no longer cares about what people think, at least if people wants to take whatever she says on Twitter seriously. Which I don’t. For while she has been mouthing off the same old words over, and over, again…I’ve been busy being a double Champion, leading my group in this Extreme Tournament and getting myself prepared to make winning this King Cobra tournament the latest addition to my list of achievements. And if I need to clean up the mess known as Kaelan Laughlin to get one step closer then feel free to call me the cleaner on December thirtieth.”
Arrogantly leaves the mouth of The Emo Princess as she makes the effort to right up some fallen seats, sweep away broken shards and even begins to throw the long dead flowers into black bags.
“I know that it is foolish to dismiss my opponent for she’ll probably jump up and declare how long she held one Title while taking the first opportunity to not only question my statement about her fighting career but also point out how she had to defeat me during the Quag Cup. Actually…I do find it funny that first you tried to dismiss my quality as a fighter but then, shortly after the tournament was over, you quickly joined Slaughterhouse and dove head first into Union GP. With a mouth as big as yours everyone was expecting you to win your first fight…but then you lost. You lost your very first fight by submission…submitting to an actress with less training, let alone experience, than you.
I know that loads of people have called me a joke in the past but that defeat will forever be a highlight of the useless Irish tart’s career. I mean, at least I won my first fight, against an actual kick boxer…wait a second…is that why you wanted to try out acting with Alone You’ll Die? Because you got impressed by the actress who kicked your ass?
But I guess that’d make me look bad, for previously losing to you roughly half a year ago, right? Normally people would feel completely embarrassed…but I don’t. Why is that, you ask? The answer’s simpler than the question. Because that time you had to scratch and claw like hell to beat me…I wasn’t actually trying. I only entered that tournament to have fun. I wasn’t trying hard at all and you had to bring literally everything you had to finally beat me. Of course you should’ve improved by now, though not really proven by not only your failure to win a mere tag team match a few days ago but also submitting once again at Union GP last night, but so have I and considering that there is a real award now…”
The milky skinned woman’s voice trails off for a moment as she looks down at the final deceased flower in her hand. For a moment she allows amount of sadness to appear on her youthful face before returning her attention back to us.
“There will not be any repeat of that night at all.”
Sharply, darkly and coldly struck us all at once as she shoves the final flower into bag before making her way over to the fallen podium of a broken archway to, out of all things, sit down on it as her eyes remain fixated upon us. Her expression however softens to one of familiar arrogance as an ever so cocky smile appears across Miss Hood’s face.
“If anything the Scene of our upcoming battle has already been expertly written by myself. For it’ll start with you trying ever so hard to prove that you’re actually someone who is so damn good…only to fail and let people down again and again before finally, after much toying from myself, I’m going to lock you in Deanimation and either feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you take your final breath or see you tap out. Whichever way doesn’t matter too much as in the end - in front of my fellow country men and women - I’ll have my hand raised in celebration to the easiest win I’ve ever had this entire month.
At any point have I sound unnecessarily nasty? Am I doing this out of any form hatred toward you? Nope, not at all. That requires me to hate you Kae and I hold zero hatred towards you. Nonono, I don’t like you or think you’re amazing but I definitely don’t hate you. If anything I pity you. However those feelings mean nothing for our upcoming Scene because this is the opening round of the King Cobra tournament.
Do you know what a King Cobra is? A snake? Of course it is a fucking snake but the main thing about King Cobras are this…they eat other snakes. They don’t love, hate, envy or pity the other snakes. They just eat them and in this tournament we are all snakes where the winner has to consume the hope, dreams and desires of each and every other snake they come across to be fully acknowledged as king. Such a bloody ritual…such a perfect ritual…the kind you’ll get to know firsthand when I take your hope of ending this year in victory, let alone actually dirtying this tournament by winning it and devouring it while my people cheer me on.”
While her words started off infuriatingly pompous, the emotions were starting to drain from the haughty woman at a rate of knots. So quick in fact that by the time she finished her words the Purple Haired Dynamo’s voice actually sounds blank. A blankness only matched by her unblinking eyes that appears to be eying us up, as if she’s a serpent and we’re a rodent, before the Englishwoman shakes her head and gets up to start lifting the collapsed podium back up.
“So I hope you enjoy your Christmas alone with your eyes open…”
The milky skinned woman rights the broken archway back up straight and leans her back against it to face us once more.
“Because The Greatest Showman will turn ‘Relapsed Two, Baptized By Fire’ into your Nightmare After Christmas Kaelan.”
Sharply departs Robina’s lips as she allows us to look at her for a couple more moments before she pushes herself off the podium and walk past us to leaving, leaving behind only one thing on the floor for us to see…an invitation to the wedding of Kaelan and Bryan Laughlin.
Mockingly enters our ears as we find ourselves inside a chapel in Vegas. Why are we here, among the broken wreckage? Because crouching down by a fallen altar is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. Why is she here out of all places? The answer is currently uncertain for the woman preparing for her King Cobra opening round match as she strokes the fallen down altar before beginning to set it back up.
“Then again ‘mess’ could be the best word to describe your career, wouldn’t it Kaelan? Won a couple Championships, won a Quag Cup and won her fair share of matches...only to fail to get any more success for someone with such a big mouth, to be nothing more than an inadequate fighter and simply incapable of being enough of a rock to keep her husband. Yes, I do genuinely think that she has a huge mouth...at least on social media, from claiming that Irish women who call themselves ‘roses’ are copying her to doing all the trash talk in the world while representing the wrong country at the Quag Cup. Can’t help but wonder though…if she spent as much time being a wife as she did on Twitter...maybe Bryan wouldn’t have felt the need to leave to improve himself…
What? Do I sound offensive? Who cares if I do? Kae apparently no longer cares about what people think, at least if people wants to take whatever she says on Twitter seriously. Which I don’t. For while she has been mouthing off the same old words over, and over, again…I’ve been busy being a double Champion, leading my group in this Extreme Tournament and getting myself prepared to make winning this King Cobra tournament the latest addition to my list of achievements. And if I need to clean up the mess known as Kaelan Laughlin to get one step closer then feel free to call me the cleaner on December thirtieth.”
Arrogantly leaves the mouth of The Emo Princess as she makes the effort to right up some fallen seats, sweep away broken shards and even begins to throw the long dead flowers into black bags.
“I know that it is foolish to dismiss my opponent for she’ll probably jump up and declare how long she held one Title while taking the first opportunity to not only question my statement about her fighting career but also point out how she had to defeat me during the Quag Cup. Actually…I do find it funny that first you tried to dismiss my quality as a fighter but then, shortly after the tournament was over, you quickly joined Slaughterhouse and dove head first into Union GP. With a mouth as big as yours everyone was expecting you to win your first fight…but then you lost. You lost your very first fight by submission…submitting to an actress with less training, let alone experience, than you.
I know that loads of people have called me a joke in the past but that defeat will forever be a highlight of the useless Irish tart’s career. I mean, at least I won my first fight, against an actual kick boxer…wait a second…is that why you wanted to try out acting with Alone You’ll Die? Because you got impressed by the actress who kicked your ass?
But I guess that’d make me look bad, for previously losing to you roughly half a year ago, right? Normally people would feel completely embarrassed…but I don’t. Why is that, you ask? The answer’s simpler than the question. Because that time you had to scratch and claw like hell to beat me…I wasn’t actually trying. I only entered that tournament to have fun. I wasn’t trying hard at all and you had to bring literally everything you had to finally beat me. Of course you should’ve improved by now, though not really proven by not only your failure to win a mere tag team match a few days ago but also submitting once again at Union GP last night, but so have I and considering that there is a real award now…”
The milky skinned woman’s voice trails off for a moment as she looks down at the final deceased flower in her hand. For a moment she allows amount of sadness to appear on her youthful face before returning her attention back to us.
“There will not be any repeat of that night at all.”
Sharply, darkly and coldly struck us all at once as she shoves the final flower into bag before making her way over to the fallen podium of a broken archway to, out of all things, sit down on it as her eyes remain fixated upon us. Her expression however softens to one of familiar arrogance as an ever so cocky smile appears across Miss Hood’s face.
“If anything the Scene of our upcoming battle has already been expertly written by myself. For it’ll start with you trying ever so hard to prove that you’re actually someone who is so damn good…only to fail and let people down again and again before finally, after much toying from myself, I’m going to lock you in Deanimation and either feel your eyes roll to the back of your head as you take your final breath or see you tap out. Whichever way doesn’t matter too much as in the end - in front of my fellow country men and women - I’ll have my hand raised in celebration to the easiest win I’ve ever had this entire month.
At any point have I sound unnecessarily nasty? Am I doing this out of any form hatred toward you? Nope, not at all. That requires me to hate you Kae and I hold zero hatred towards you. Nonono, I don’t like you or think you’re amazing but I definitely don’t hate you. If anything I pity you. However those feelings mean nothing for our upcoming Scene because this is the opening round of the King Cobra tournament.
Do you know what a King Cobra is? A snake? Of course it is a fucking snake but the main thing about King Cobras are this…they eat other snakes. They don’t love, hate, envy or pity the other snakes. They just eat them and in this tournament we are all snakes where the winner has to consume the hope, dreams and desires of each and every other snake they come across to be fully acknowledged as king. Such a bloody ritual…such a perfect ritual…the kind you’ll get to know firsthand when I take your hope of ending this year in victory, let alone actually dirtying this tournament by winning it and devouring it while my people cheer me on.”
While her words started off infuriatingly pompous, the emotions were starting to drain from the haughty woman at a rate of knots. So quick in fact that by the time she finished her words the Purple Haired Dynamo’s voice actually sounds blank. A blankness only matched by her unblinking eyes that appears to be eying us up, as if she’s a serpent and we’re a rodent, before the Englishwoman shakes her head and gets up to start lifting the collapsed podium back up.
“So I hope you enjoy your Christmas alone with your eyes open…”
The milky skinned woman rights the broken archway back up straight and leans her back against it to face us once more.
“Because The Greatest Showman will turn ‘Relapsed Two, Baptized By Fire’ into your Nightmare After Christmas Kaelan.”
Sharply departs Robina’s lips as she allows us to look at her for a couple more moments before she pushes herself off the podium and walk past us to leaving, leaving behind only one thing on the floor for us to see…an invitation to the wedding of Kaelan and Bryan Laughlin.