Post by MasterEvil on Jan 14, 2019 0:54:46 GMT
We find ourselves in a mostly empty room of some kind. Why are we here? Because there are two people sitting on opposite sides of a table that has a recording device on it. The first of the two is The Purple Haired Dynamo known as Robina Hood. But who is the other person? He is an independent interviewer of Welsh origin known as B.A. Styles as the short haired male checks that his device is recording before speaking up.
“What’s cracking guys, B.A. Styles here and here with me is the FSW Champion herself Robina Hood!”
“You’re welcome.”
“Yeah..anyway...this Wednesday you’ll be facing off against a newcomer, in the form of Gabrielle Visconty, in quite an unique match. First it is an extreme rules match, a stipulation that - considering your past - should favour you, but your blood mist - a move you’ve relied on as your ultimate trump card - has been banned. My question is-”
“Can I win without my red mist?”
The Englishwoman sharply interrupts the Welshman, shocking him into silence as she leans forward.
“I can’t tell what I should be more offended by...by you deeming my wonderful piece of art, in the form of my beautiful blood mist, is merely a ‘trump card’, by you believing that I need said ‘card’ to win matches or you daring to even think that I can’t beat some rookie without it. If someone like Melody Malone - the number one contender to the FSW Championship - can defeat Gabrielle then I - who you should referred to as THE FSW Championship - won’t have any difficulty defeating some random blonde who’d take more offence at being told her ass is small than about a sexual assault charge. But you think she can handle me? Really?
DON’T BE FUCKING STUPID!”
With that sudden shout Miss Hood stands up from her seat and slaps the device off the table in an aggressive manner before breathing more heavily as she leans more towards the worried interviewer.
“I was originally going to use this match to give Gabrielle a special ‘welcome to FSW’ gift while sending Melody a message...but now...there is going to be blood...”
Those words venomously leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips as shortly after them she pushes her chair away and head towards the open doorway. However the moment she stood in the doorway The Emo Princess froze to the spot and slowly looked over her shoulder towards Styles.
“Just not mine.”
With those darkly spoken words Robina slams the door shut, leaving B.A. to get out his chair and check out the condition of his recording device.
“What’s cracking guys, B.A. Styles here and here with me is the FSW Champion herself Robina Hood!”
“You’re welcome.”
“Yeah..anyway...this Wednesday you’ll be facing off against a newcomer, in the form of Gabrielle Visconty, in quite an unique match. First it is an extreme rules match, a stipulation that - considering your past - should favour you, but your blood mist - a move you’ve relied on as your ultimate trump card - has been banned. My question is-”
“Can I win without my red mist?”
The Englishwoman sharply interrupts the Welshman, shocking him into silence as she leans forward.
“I can’t tell what I should be more offended by...by you deeming my wonderful piece of art, in the form of my beautiful blood mist, is merely a ‘trump card’, by you believing that I need said ‘card’ to win matches or you daring to even think that I can’t beat some rookie without it. If someone like Melody Malone - the number one contender to the FSW Championship - can defeat Gabrielle then I - who you should referred to as THE FSW Championship - won’t have any difficulty defeating some random blonde who’d take more offence at being told her ass is small than about a sexual assault charge. But you think she can handle me? Really?
DON’T BE FUCKING STUPID!”
With that sudden shout Miss Hood stands up from her seat and slaps the device off the table in an aggressive manner before breathing more heavily as she leans more towards the worried interviewer.
“I was originally going to use this match to give Gabrielle a special ‘welcome to FSW’ gift while sending Melody a message...but now...there is going to be blood...”
Those words venomously leaves the milky skinned woman’s lips as shortly after them she pushes her chair away and head towards the open doorway. However the moment she stood in the doorway The Emo Princess froze to the spot and slowly looked over her shoulder towards Styles.
“Just not mine.”
With those darkly spoken words Robina slams the door shut, leaving B.A. to get out his chair and check out the condition of his recording device.