Post by MasterEvil on Jul 24, 2020 23:07:57 GMT
WE ARE MAVERICK, WE WON’T GIVE IN UNTIL WE WIN THIS GAME | |
 name My War tagged Everyone in this Brand Warfare Match words Exactly 2000 notes Totally hoping this makes up for my blunder at Stable Wars 2018. Good luck everybody. :3 | “Si vis pacem…” Those Latin words enter our ears as we find ourselves at the outer edges of a forest, deep enough to see some wildlife but far enough to spot a road in the not too far distance. Why are we here? Because of the Purple Haired Dynamo known as Otaki emerges from behind a tree. It has been a while since she returned at FSW’s hundredth episode special to a hard fought victory against the Premium Posse but, judging by the limp in her step and the way she is rubbing the back of her neck, maybe the Englishwoman still feels the effects of said battle? “Para bellum.” Those words calmly leave the Emo Princess’ lips as afterwards she turns her head to look over towards us while moving her free hand against the nearest tree so she can lean against it. “And what a war we all have to prepare for at Phuket Island. An eight sided ring with four teams of four individuals with the winning group proving which roster is superior. A honour that would affect the confidence of many…both good and bad…from shattering the confident to transforming a warrior to a glory hound. Hell it is believable that most entering this battle simply view this as yet another accolade they can add to their shelf of accomplishments. I mean…to say that you’re the one who proved your brand is the best…many egos would kill for that kind of claim to fame…” Almost bitterly slips out before the twenty six year old’s eyes drift down towards something by her feet. Distracted by something Otaki leans more against the tree as she slowly lowers herself down and moves her right hand to pick up…a single leaf. “Take Rampage for example. Their captain, Nezumi Hazama, is already on the fastlane to rookie of the year…quite deservingly so with how impressive he has been every time he enters the ring…but he’ll be ever so hungry to declare that he led Rampage to glory at Parabellum. Autumn Raven is also relatively new herself but psychopaths should never be overlooked for sometimes there is a genius hiding behind the psychosis and that unexpected intelligence can be essential to victory, especially when fueled by the fame of glory. Glory that one half of the current Tag Team Champions, Iggy Swango, is more than familiar with as she could be considered as a possible favourite for this match with one reason being how vastly talented she is… Though the second is her Tag Team Championship Partner… Melody Malone. The ender of my last Championship reign. A rumble winner. A former Undisputed Champion. The person I handpicked to represent FSW at the last Stable Wars and outlasted the rest of us…the person that could very well be better than me in every way. Younger, perhaps hungrier, the only person to go to FSW before winning the Undisputed Championship…hell from the moment I first saw her in the ring I knew that she has what it takes to take over the world, a fact that she has proven correct with each time I’ve seen her on screen. Though I am still sore about the fact that every time we’ve been in the ring together - be it at Stable Wars or the one time we faced each other - she has always outlasted me. Maybe this night can finally be the night I finally beat her…the things I’d give to beat her just once…” The leaf twiddles between her fingers as the milky skinned woman speaks with a tone more similar to fantasising than of one grounded in reality. Though her eyes appear to dullen softly when the wind slips the leaf from her grasp and away to the distance before the young Brit sits down on the floor, wincing when her back gently places itself against the tree. “But it’s foolish to only focus on one person, let alone one team, for there are two others…like Brawl’s team. Their leader, at least according to the official poster, Darius is possibly the very best definition of ‘every dog has its day’ for, though unable to follow through with it, he has managed to obtain victory over Scorpio. And something like that could easily make him a considerable threat in a battle like this. But sometimes the thing that can influence those is a sense of higher purpose, like Rafe White claims to have while proving his own greatness each fortnight…though I’m more of an atheist myself so perhaps it could be interesting to see how he’d react if I beat him. Though I doubt that this ‘Beast Mode Incarnate’, Bosa I think his name is, would let anyone take his moment away…he’s big, strong and someone whose intention of providing for his family, if it is true, is worth a lot of respect…though I doubt someone like Xplode would happily associate himself with someone who won’t do what it takes to win a fight like this…almost like an addict desperate to overcome their addiction… Sorry, remembering back to all the painkillers I’ve been consuming before my retirement…and all the struggle I went through to no longer depend on it. So, in some way, I can somewhat sympathise for Gabrielle Visconty when she was in her darker times…but, other than Melody, she is someone I want to beat the most in this battle. Why? January sixteenth last year. The one time we’ve faced each other and I lost. She may have been called the winner but she didn’t win that match…I lost because I didn’t give her the very best of me, the me she deserved to face. So, inside that octagon, I plan to take this deteriorating body of mine, give Gabrielle a much better version of me than the one she had so long ago and - unless something on the level of a Greek tragedy were to happen - I will get my victory back from her.” She growls out, resent momentarily woven into her voice with the skill of a professional knitter before - as if realising what she is slipping towards - gently shaking her head…though immediately wincing shortly afterwards as she moves a hand to rub the back of her neck. “But focusing on one’s past can often jeopardise their very future. Like three of FSW’s current greats were all part of Prime a while ago so Prime can never be underestimated. They even got their own kind of monster called Morden Crypt who’d attack people and try to engulf their faces with some freaky mask, reminding me a bit of…Gyasi…and that won’t be doing him any favours if our paths cross. But, like those popular Toho films, when there is a monster there is usually a scientist nearby and Professor Ingrid Von Öturd is that scientist. Is she good at any of this? Either yes or no, the last thing I can afford - especially in my condition - is an unsanitary injection. Just like I cannot afford to expect dominance over Saidie Sharpe for she is indeed new and entering this match with next to no experience…but so was Melody Malone when I chose her…and, if everything goes right, I can see Saidie easily following a similar route in this battlefield. Especially with who her general happens to be…Dominic Sanders. A guy who has won a rumble, held many Championships - including the Undisputed Championship - and single handedly carried Brawl to winning a battle like this. A True Hero is anything. And probably one of the biggest egos in EWC…but also one of the most justified ones this side of Xplode with accolades that not even he could claim to have. So the possibility of him repeating himself, for the more indie roster this time, is quite alarming. Alarming enough for many others in this conflict to specifically target him over others, though I doubt he minds that too much.” Slowly Otaki pulls a folded piece of paper out from one of her pockets before squeezing tightly onto it. “At least not as much as I mind who I find myself partnered up with. A former FSW Champion who once called me a cancer. Another who tried to injure me in what almost was my last match. And the supposed captain being someone who had to cheat to beat me in our only match against each other. Truth be told I’m not fully convinced that any of us will ever like each other but I do believe that we can put our multitude of differences aside for this one night. Why? Through a sense of comradeship. What kind of comradeship? The kind shared by losers of the past…” With trembling hands Otaki begins to unfold this paper, revealing that this is a Stable Wars twenty eighteen poster…but with Megan’s face fully scratched out with the word ‘LOSER’ scribbled above it. “For the last time a battle like this happened all four of us were involved, me and Robbie as part of FSW while Stitches and Ito were part of Prime, and all four of us were eliminated. Hell, in front of my fellow Englishmen and women, I was taken out in less than two minutes and every night since that moment I cannot remove that memory from my mind. Every night I keep waking up, calm myself down with a cold shower and tell myself that I will somehow redeem myself. So obviously when Tommy Love came calling, admittedly sounding like an out of shape walrus, I almost took his hand off…even if it means putting my issues with each of my ‘teammates’ on ice for one night only. For while this may be just a mere match for those glory hunters… This is no match to me… Nor is this some kind of accolade hunt for me… For this means so much more to me… This is war to me. This is my war. My war against my own failure.” Almost lifelessly trails from the former FSW Champion’s lips, pushing her back more forcefully against the tree behind her for support as she squirms herself back up onto her feet while squeezing the timeworn poster. “Life is too short to let somebody else dictate your ending and I’ll finally get the chance to write a new one to the tale of me representing FSW since twenty sixteen. So this is my war to write that new ending. My war to right the wrongs of Bognor Regis. My war where I’ll drag my decaying body through anything for victory. My war where I’ll pull out all the vile and venom that remains in my veins for victory. My war where I’ll bring forth every trick I can think of for victory.” Her voice begins to pick up resurgence as her eyes begin to sharpen, as if each syllable is sparking renewed life into this formerly retired woman’s lips. Her hands squeezing more tightly onto the paper, so much so that her knuckles have whitened while a thin trace of blood begins to drip from her right fist. “For Future Stars of Wrestling… For the children who cheer for me like Sarah and Jason’s Angel… For all the support Shannon has given me all the way to this point… And for myself… No matter what any of them try to do…” The Englishwoman lifts the poster up so that it is directly in front of us before suddenly ripping it to shreds. Revealing a smile upon her face for the first time this entire recording. “I will win my war.” Otaki declares with a calm voice…an eerily calm voice, almost as if already resigned and accepting to whatever she plans to do at Parabellum, before walking past us. With Otaki gone we slowly trail down towards the tattered remains of that poster, watching the pieces get blown away by the wind, almost as if the future itself is sweeping away the past, before we fade to black. |