Post by MasterEvil on Aug 11, 2019 4:33:00 GMT
D I A R Y - E N T R Y - T W O
“Dear Wrestling Diary,
A lot has happened since I made my debut. A pirate showed up out of nowhere to take my victory. New Champions, one of which a weird looking mustache. And I finally got to see the live action Lion King!!! YAY! But I can’t get too excited as I’ve got a match this Monday, welcoming not only a debutting team as their opponent but also a returning Happy by being his tag team partner. Why is he called ‘Happy’ though? Maybe I’ll ask him before our match as I need to focus on making sure my Brawl debut ends better than my Scars and Stripes showing…with victory of course!
Write to you again soon,
Sabrina”
J U S T - A - L I T T L E - S P E E C H
The scene opens up and we find ourselves in some kind of messy bedroom. Posters, toys and various snacks or drinks are all over the place in this brightly lit room. If anything the only thing looking a bit clean is the bed that the blue haired woman known as Sabrina Agbonlahor is currently sitting on as she tilts her head slightly to give us a small smile.
“Long time no see. Well, the last time you saw me, I was tapping out faster than a fish flops. Not really a, let’s say, happy picture for one’s debut, right? Exactly. Luckily I get the chance to have a much happier debut on Brawl. Why? Because I’m teaming up with a man called Happy. A former Champion, a former Brawl MVP, a man who has overcome many demons and - much like me - has lost to Xavier Reid in his last match. Our opponents? Two women who’ve I’ve never heard of before. The both of them look impressive. Their unpredictability can make them dangerous to me. But am I worried?”
She shakes her head slowly.
“Hell no. I know that both me and Happy will win this match, even if it’ll be like hell on Earth fighting the likes of Leighlah Rose and Kali Diyosa. No, I ain’t being underestimating the both of them. Neither am I overestimating my own talent, which is what cost me at Scars and Stripes. It is because my tag partner has tasted success before. Nor is it because of some imaginary fairytale of destiny. Why then?”
A confident, almost arrogant, smile creeps its way across the sixteen year old’s face.
“I am Sabrina Agbonlahor and, though I’ll treat the both of them respectfully, I know that me and Happy have what it takes to give Vida Nocturna the Pòg Bàis that’ll lead us to victory on Monday.”
The blunette boldly declared before reaching past us, a momentary clicking sound snaps everything off to black.