Post by MasterEvil on Mar 22, 2019 12:10:41 GMT
“Roughly four months has passed since that day…”
Enter our ears as we find ourselves, in the rain, by a mere bench. Sitting in the middle of said bench, in her red dress, is Robina Hood as she is holding onto an open umbrella.
“The last time I represented FSW in a team…and I let them all down in a fall more iconic than King Kong and the Empire State Building. Four months has passed since then and now I have a chance to give off a much better better performance…but with an easier risk to fail if me or any of the six others get eliminated in this battle royal then we all lose. A ring full of twenty eight, a burning desire to win but a desperate need to protect six others. This match could be the greatest team performance or a sign of how dysfunctional a roster could possibly be. For while this kind often boosts the ego of those desiring solo success, the fact you had to trust people who can easily screw you over…”
While speaking her words The Purple Haired Dynamo spins her umbrella around and around, ignoring the droplets of rain bouncing off and around the umbrella as she slowly gets up from the bench.
“Let’s look at Brawl for example. They have some possible threats in Tom Frost, Damage, Darius, Cyrus Black and Emma Louise while also having a pair of former Television Champions in the form of Kendrick Ross and Clay Byrd. Judging by the talent of each individual, as well as the fact a Brawl superstar won the last interbrand battle royal at Stranglemania, one could easily think that they are one of the favourites. However have we ever seen any of these seven, willingly, team together before? No we haven’t. If anything every-single-one of them have always been a solo artist…unfortunately this is the kind of stage where solo acts will get drowned out.”
As if to prove her coldly spoken point, Robina steps forward and jumps a little forward to land in a puddle. A moment of joy could be barely seen on the Englishwoman’s face as she looks down at the splash. This vanishes however as she looks back up towards us with a smirk as she leans sideways and partly clutch onto a nearby lamppost.
“What a splash Prime has made last year though? They consistently did great at Stablewars, took the Television Championship away from the ‘main roster’ and even managed to hold the Undisputed Championship for such a commanding period. How quick have they fallen, from splash to dribble, though…both the Television and Prime Championships have been passed around more than STIs and the only big threat they have is a man so seemingly far past his prime that it is quite a shame. Of course that person is El Pablo and with the likes of Terra Walker, Brutus, Michael Graves, Jonty Kelly, Jordan Sharpe and Kristian Bane, the latter I’ve also defeated in the past, I can only see him suffering over and over again - like a never ending circle - before falling apart.”
Around and around The Emo Princess spins around the lamp in a swinging manner as she speaks out. If anything the only time she stops is to let go of the post as the lady in red twirls toward us before stopping with a pained expression before smirking once more, trying to hide the fact she moved her right hand hand to clutch at her side.
“But endlessly going around in a circle, like running on a treadmill but ain’t going anywhere, seems to be the perfect description for Rampage. Like how many Rampage members has been fired recently? Hell, that is probably why they couldn’t find anybody that was at the last Stranglemania to represent them in this battle royal. Instead they’re relying on people like Sarah Twilight, Jai Savage, Brett Kennedy, Phoenix Winterborn, Owensby Smith, Robi ‘RJ’ Mitchell and Samantha ‘Titaness’ Hamilton. They can be a big threat for the fact I know next to nothing about them but considering how selfish some are…they could literally be the group that explodes like it’s the fourth of July.”
Cockily departs the lady in red’s lips before she chuckles. However her expression softens once she finish chuckling.
“I ain’t foolish though, I know that my team could easily implode. For we have a guy on a return tour, three uncertainties, a former Television Champion who plans to leave after the show and someone who is arguably the least trustworthy person in all of EWC. However I’ll be damned before I let anyone make me repeat the events of four months ago. I’ll hold the line, even if single handedly, and personally make sure that we’ll reach the very end and win this tag team war. Yes, I know that might be considered potentially humanly impossible by many…”
Trails out as Miss Hood spins her umbrella around and a single red rose falls from seemingly nowhere as it lands in her free hand.
“Good thing most of them refer to as not human then.”
Was spoken with an arrogance looking smirk as The Greatest Showman throws her rose directly down. The moment the flowerhead touches the wet ground a blinding light blasts out, consuming all in pure whiteness in the process.
Enter our ears as we find ourselves, in the rain, by a mere bench. Sitting in the middle of said bench, in her red dress, is Robina Hood as she is holding onto an open umbrella.
“The last time I represented FSW in a team…and I let them all down in a fall more iconic than King Kong and the Empire State Building. Four months has passed since then and now I have a chance to give off a much better better performance…but with an easier risk to fail if me or any of the six others get eliminated in this battle royal then we all lose. A ring full of twenty eight, a burning desire to win but a desperate need to protect six others. This match could be the greatest team performance or a sign of how dysfunctional a roster could possibly be. For while this kind often boosts the ego of those desiring solo success, the fact you had to trust people who can easily screw you over…”
While speaking her words The Purple Haired Dynamo spins her umbrella around and around, ignoring the droplets of rain bouncing off and around the umbrella as she slowly gets up from the bench.
“Let’s look at Brawl for example. They have some possible threats in Tom Frost, Damage, Darius, Cyrus Black and Emma Louise while also having a pair of former Television Champions in the form of Kendrick Ross and Clay Byrd. Judging by the talent of each individual, as well as the fact a Brawl superstar won the last interbrand battle royal at Stranglemania, one could easily think that they are one of the favourites. However have we ever seen any of these seven, willingly, team together before? No we haven’t. If anything every-single-one of them have always been a solo artist…unfortunately this is the kind of stage where solo acts will get drowned out.”
As if to prove her coldly spoken point, Robina steps forward and jumps a little forward to land in a puddle. A moment of joy could be barely seen on the Englishwoman’s face as she looks down at the splash. This vanishes however as she looks back up towards us with a smirk as she leans sideways and partly clutch onto a nearby lamppost.
“What a splash Prime has made last year though? They consistently did great at Stablewars, took the Television Championship away from the ‘main roster’ and even managed to hold the Undisputed Championship for such a commanding period. How quick have they fallen, from splash to dribble, though…both the Television and Prime Championships have been passed around more than STIs and the only big threat they have is a man so seemingly far past his prime that it is quite a shame. Of course that person is El Pablo and with the likes of Terra Walker, Brutus, Michael Graves, Jonty Kelly, Jordan Sharpe and Kristian Bane, the latter I’ve also defeated in the past, I can only see him suffering over and over again - like a never ending circle - before falling apart.”
Around and around The Emo Princess spins around the lamp in a swinging manner as she speaks out. If anything the only time she stops is to let go of the post as the lady in red twirls toward us before stopping with a pained expression before smirking once more, trying to hide the fact she moved her right hand hand to clutch at her side.
“But endlessly going around in a circle, like running on a treadmill but ain’t going anywhere, seems to be the perfect description for Rampage. Like how many Rampage members has been fired recently? Hell, that is probably why they couldn’t find anybody that was at the last Stranglemania to represent them in this battle royal. Instead they’re relying on people like Sarah Twilight, Jai Savage, Brett Kennedy, Phoenix Winterborn, Owensby Smith, Robi ‘RJ’ Mitchell and Samantha ‘Titaness’ Hamilton. They can be a big threat for the fact I know next to nothing about them but considering how selfish some are…they could literally be the group that explodes like it’s the fourth of July.”
Cockily departs the lady in red’s lips before she chuckles. However her expression softens once she finish chuckling.
“I ain’t foolish though, I know that my team could easily implode. For we have a guy on a return tour, three uncertainties, a former Television Champion who plans to leave after the show and someone who is arguably the least trustworthy person in all of EWC. However I’ll be damned before I let anyone make me repeat the events of four months ago. I’ll hold the line, even if single handedly, and personally make sure that we’ll reach the very end and win this tag team war. Yes, I know that might be considered potentially humanly impossible by many…”
Trails out as Miss Hood spins her umbrella around and a single red rose falls from seemingly nowhere as it lands in her free hand.
“Good thing most of them refer to as not human then.”
Was spoken with an arrogance looking smirk as The Greatest Showman throws her rose directly down. The moment the flowerhead touches the wet ground a blinding light blasts out, consuming all in pure whiteness in the process.