Post by MasterEvil on Jan 27, 2019 2:21:45 GMT
“That should never have happened…”
Snarls into our ears as we find ourselves in the empty part of the Malmö Arena backstage area. Why are we here? Because The Emo Princess known as Robina Hood is currently sitting on a steel chair, with her head gently resting against a glass window and the FSW Championship peacefully across her lap as her expression seems blank.
“I had that match won. I had that meaningless background character defeated…but then she pulled a rabbit out of the hat and caught me off guard. Part of me was impressed by her smart thinking, another part of me is pissed off at myself for underestimating her and there is even a part of me that wants to take Gabrielle Visconty and throw her through this very window. I only wanted to face Gabby Vee so I could send my number one contender a message…but now I’m entering this match with many daring to believe that Melody Malone could very well be the end of my FSW Championship reign.
How dare they think so lowly of me.
I am neither Sarah Roberts or Candy, for I ain’t going to lose my Title in a blink of an eye. I have given too much of my blood, my sweat and my tears to getting this belt back around my waist to have it suddenly ripped away by the first person who tries to grab it this year. I mean, who do all of you think I am? I am Robina Hood, I am the bitch who turned FSW from a development roster to a big brand, I am the ‘cancer’ who sell out arenas to give the show fame and I am the FSW Championship itself! So if anyone even dares think that I’m going to be leaving this Uprising without the gold then they have my permission to bitch about it after I’m done taking down yet another challenger to my spotlight.”
Proudly leaves the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as her attention drifts away from the glass and towards us as her expression turns more serious.
“However this contender is a rather special one. Melody Malone, the black sheep of the Lazarus family. Where have I heard that name from before? Oh yeah, I made a member tap out like a little bitch last year. But that was then and this is now. Now I have to face a much more impressive member of the family. Yes, Melody, I did just called you ‘impressive’, so feel free to praise me. After all, you managed to outlast most people at Stablewars, be practically undefeated all the way to our upcoming Scene and even managed to pin a former FSW Champion to get this very opportunity. Hell you even managed to defeat Gabby Vee in a performance so great that not only are you the inaugural MVP of Thunder, but you also get a fancy car as a permanent reminder of said success.
So much have gotten so right for you since that night in England.
Beforehand you were just another face in the crowd.
But now, just like Robbie Rayder last month, you stand before me as a character worthy of my stage.
So you’re welcome Melody.
What do I mean? Well you’re welcome for me giving you that spot at Stablewars, you’re welcome for me putting so much faith in you that you’ve become practically unstoppable and you’re welcome for this golden opportunity presented to you. And all I ask for in return is another grand performance from you. Nonono, don’t misunderstand me Melody, I don’t want some mere good act that you have been doing until now. While that may have been good enough to get you this far, there is always a difference between scoring the winning goal and knocking the ball wide.”
The Emo Princess chuckles a little at her own use of a football, at least of the English kind, before standing up from her seat, resting the FSW Championship on her shoulder as she leans forward to focus her arrogantly smiling face more on us.
“So I want you to give me the greatest damn performance you’ve ever done, better than any you’ve given before. Robbie couldn’t and he failed at Wrestlefest. Decay couldn’t and he failed at Hardcore Revolution. Oh, who’s Decay? Maybe Smokey Jones is more familiar...or even the name Cletus Franklin. Yeah, that former Champion you defeated…the only reason you managed to beat him was because I took the monster, and the addict, out of him and crushed them until he became nothing more than a shell. That’s right, your good act was only good enough to defeat a shell, not the goliath I had to overcome…so, like I said, I want you to give me the greatest performance you can ever give, for anything less will lead to you leaving our Scene in a broken heap.
Don’t believe me?
While all you had to do, to get here, is capitalise on an opportunity I actually handed you…I had to overcome two losing streaks, slay all my demons and face the very best EWC had to offer on a frequent basis. Hell I’m only person in EWC that can they’ve fought the legendary Drake and not lose to him. So, if anything, what is in your way of leaving this Wednesday’s Uprising as the new FSW Champion is not just The Greatest Showman or the FSW Championship itself…
But is The God of FSW.”
The moment she announced herself as a deity Miss Hood lifts her right hand up, with her fingers spread, so it is in front of her face before slowly turning it so her palm is now facing us.
“Yes, you heard me right. I am The God of FSW and no matter much scorn you try to infect me with, dear Siren, your poison has no effect on a God. But hey, once you recover from the antivenom I inject you with this Wednesday, you can take that new car of yours and sell it so you can afford the hospital bed you’ve woken on.”
Egotistically, yet viciously, departs from Robina Hood’s lips as once she finished her words she shoots us a mighty arrogant smile. Afterward the confident Champion turns and walks out of our sight, kicking the steel chair over while doing so.
Snarls into our ears as we find ourselves in the empty part of the Malmö Arena backstage area. Why are we here? Because The Emo Princess known as Robina Hood is currently sitting on a steel chair, with her head gently resting against a glass window and the FSW Championship peacefully across her lap as her expression seems blank.
“I had that match won. I had that meaningless background character defeated…but then she pulled a rabbit out of the hat and caught me off guard. Part of me was impressed by her smart thinking, another part of me is pissed off at myself for underestimating her and there is even a part of me that wants to take Gabrielle Visconty and throw her through this very window. I only wanted to face Gabby Vee so I could send my number one contender a message…but now I’m entering this match with many daring to believe that Melody Malone could very well be the end of my FSW Championship reign.
How dare they think so lowly of me.
I am neither Sarah Roberts or Candy, for I ain’t going to lose my Title in a blink of an eye. I have given too much of my blood, my sweat and my tears to getting this belt back around my waist to have it suddenly ripped away by the first person who tries to grab it this year. I mean, who do all of you think I am? I am Robina Hood, I am the bitch who turned FSW from a development roster to a big brand, I am the ‘cancer’ who sell out arenas to give the show fame and I am the FSW Championship itself! So if anyone even dares think that I’m going to be leaving this Uprising without the gold then they have my permission to bitch about it after I’m done taking down yet another challenger to my spotlight.”
Proudly leaves the Purple Haired Dynamo’s lips as her attention drifts away from the glass and towards us as her expression turns more serious.
“However this contender is a rather special one. Melody Malone, the black sheep of the Lazarus family. Where have I heard that name from before? Oh yeah, I made a member tap out like a little bitch last year. But that was then and this is now. Now I have to face a much more impressive member of the family. Yes, Melody, I did just called you ‘impressive’, so feel free to praise me. After all, you managed to outlast most people at Stablewars, be practically undefeated all the way to our upcoming Scene and even managed to pin a former FSW Champion to get this very opportunity. Hell you even managed to defeat Gabby Vee in a performance so great that not only are you the inaugural MVP of Thunder, but you also get a fancy car as a permanent reminder of said success.
So much have gotten so right for you since that night in England.
Beforehand you were just another face in the crowd.
But now, just like Robbie Rayder last month, you stand before me as a character worthy of my stage.
So you’re welcome Melody.
What do I mean? Well you’re welcome for me giving you that spot at Stablewars, you’re welcome for me putting so much faith in you that you’ve become practically unstoppable and you’re welcome for this golden opportunity presented to you. And all I ask for in return is another grand performance from you. Nonono, don’t misunderstand me Melody, I don’t want some mere good act that you have been doing until now. While that may have been good enough to get you this far, there is always a difference between scoring the winning goal and knocking the ball wide.”
The Emo Princess chuckles a little at her own use of a football, at least of the English kind, before standing up from her seat, resting the FSW Championship on her shoulder as she leans forward to focus her arrogantly smiling face more on us.
“So I want you to give me the greatest damn performance you’ve ever done, better than any you’ve given before. Robbie couldn’t and he failed at Wrestlefest. Decay couldn’t and he failed at Hardcore Revolution. Oh, who’s Decay? Maybe Smokey Jones is more familiar...or even the name Cletus Franklin. Yeah, that former Champion you defeated…the only reason you managed to beat him was because I took the monster, and the addict, out of him and crushed them until he became nothing more than a shell. That’s right, your good act was only good enough to defeat a shell, not the goliath I had to overcome…so, like I said, I want you to give me the greatest performance you can ever give, for anything less will lead to you leaving our Scene in a broken heap.
Don’t believe me?
While all you had to do, to get here, is capitalise on an opportunity I actually handed you…I had to overcome two losing streaks, slay all my demons and face the very best EWC had to offer on a frequent basis. Hell I’m only person in EWC that can they’ve fought the legendary Drake and not lose to him. So, if anything, what is in your way of leaving this Wednesday’s Uprising as the new FSW Champion is not just The Greatest Showman or the FSW Championship itself…
But is The God of FSW.”
The moment she announced herself as a deity Miss Hood lifts her right hand up, with her fingers spread, so it is in front of her face before slowly turning it so her palm is now facing us.
“Yes, you heard me right. I am The God of FSW and no matter much scorn you try to infect me with, dear Siren, your poison has no effect on a God. But hey, once you recover from the antivenom I inject you with this Wednesday, you can take that new car of yours and sell it so you can afford the hospital bed you’ve woken on.”
Egotistically, yet viciously, departs from Robina Hood’s lips as once she finished her words she shoots us a mighty arrogant smile. Afterward the confident Champion turns and walks out of our sight, kicking the steel chair over while doing so.