Post by MasterEvil on Jul 6, 2020 4:31:01 GMT
WE ARE MAVERICK, WE WON’T GIVE IN UNTIL WE WIN THIS GAME | |
 name Brand New Story tagged Xavier Reid & Premium Posse words 1034 notes Only started this a couple hours ago >.< | “It has been over four hundred days since I’ve wrestled a match.” Enter our ears as we find ourselves inside a dilapidated gym as standing by an empty ring is the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki. Not long ago the Englishwoman appears on FSW to reveal that she is Xavier Reid’s tag team partner for the hundredth episode special but right now, instead of a calmness that floods her voice, a look of reluctance is upon her face. “Over four hundred days since I was told that my dream is over. Over four hundred days I had to stay at home. Over four hundred days I felt this feeling of anger grow inside me as for over four hundred days I had to watch as FSW long surpassed the quality of my time. And now, after over four hundred days, I get told that my dream can start again. After over four hundred days my wings are ready to soar once more. And after four hundred days I get the chance to write my own damn ending.” Confidence flows through the little Brit’s lips as the moment she finishes her words Otaki turns her head towards us to give off a smile that shares the same level of confidence before she looks back toward the empty ring. “Not that said ending will come in a few days as, at FSW’s hundredth episode, I get to team with my friend Xavier Reid to fight this duo calling themselves the Premium Posse. Part of me would probably laugh and declare that this would be nothing more than an exhibition of what a pair of FSW Legends can do. But that side of me is wrong…for they have managed to fight, and successfully defeat, The Melon Club at Scars and Stripes. And, talking from my own experience, not just anybody can get onto a pay-per-view. Though there is one thing that has been going through my mind since seeing Jamie Matthews and Carter Normandy a couple weeks ago…” The Purple Haired Dynamo reaches out towards the bottom rope, possibly planning to enter the ring to do some kind of private training once this promo is over, but the milky skinned ‘legend’ actually flinches before getting any contact with said rope. “Who could be better than the flyest tag team in EWC…” Trail from the twenty six year old’s lips as now a look of pure doubt etches itself across her youthful face. “Back then I declared it was me teaming up with one of my very closest friends - congratulations on winning the International Championship, Xavier - to mark my in-ring return at the very show I’ve previously given my blood, sweat and tears for. But what if…there is more than just that? Like…what is so good about coming back if, due to over four hundred days of no action, I am so rusty that I crumble at the first step…” Her voice sounding shaken and lost, nothing like the confidence we’re used to hearing from this Englishwoman as she tries again to reach the bottom rope…only to immediately pull back, after only the very briefest of touches, and move both hands back to rub the back of her neck as she turns to fully face us. “Not much less than two years ago Robbie Rayder called me a ‘cancer’ to FSW…of course I defeated him when it mattered…but, in my absence, he managed to become the Champion I knew he could be - no matter how short - and FSW seem to have gone leaps and bounds in the best direction. So maybe…maybe he is right…and me returning is a step back for FSW. Why tarnish my legacy with what could be a shell of the person I used to be and disappoint everyone who dared to put any faith in me?” She slowly slips down to a crouching position, head tilting downwards as her hands move to run through her purple locks. “Could I be thinking too much about this? Could I just be worrying too much? Or could this worry be genuine?” Her hands grip onto the back of her head and tighten with each question as her voice seems…shattered. “Questions like these flood me over and over again, same as every moment of failure I’d had and, trust me, I’ve had many of those. So what if either Jamie or Carter capitalise on my brittle body to obtain victory and ruin mine and Xavier’s homecoming? Though, like a pair of Victinis, they don’t look like much…both of them clearly have the power and capability to conquer any opponent, also like a pair of Victinis. Yet I feel like a Caterpie crawling into their nest… But my little Sarah always loves bug Pokemon…” The moment those words trail from her mouth Otaki looks up towards us. “So for my Sarah I won’t crawl, I’ll stride. So for my Sarah I won’t crash, I’ll evolve. So for my Sarah I won’t burn, I’ll soar.” With each word rag-no, intensity slips into the Englishwoman’s voice as slowly her hands move away and she straightens back into a standing position. “And for my dear little Sarah I won’t fall, I will fight and I WILL WIN!” The former FSW Champion practically shouts out declaration as her left hand shoots out, grabs hold of the bottom rope and practically throw herself into the ring as the moment she gets up to her knees Otaki close her eyes, spread her arms out and took a deep breath…as if a huge weight has been thrown off her shoulders. “The hundredth episode of FSW, an episode from one of my favourite countries Japan, is not only going to be special but also the first chapter of my brand new story…and this time…for my little Sarah…I’m going to be the one who decides how it ends. And this beginning will end with my and Xavier’s hands raised in victory… And that is why that’ll be what is better than the Flyest tag team in EWC.” Calmly departs Otaki’s lips as she lolls her head onto her right shoulder and opens her eyes at us before everything suddenly breaks off into static. |