Post by B.A. Styles on Feb 10, 2013 17:24:16 GMT -4
For the first scene I took the unfinished RP, that I planned to post at Survive and Conquer, and basically editted it a tiny bit.
Altogether this RP is over the word limit but I really hope that I can won't punished since I've accidentally no-showed twice in the previous Meltdown and S&C...the first scene also has nothing to do with the match so if you completely discount it, then it'll be perfectly within the word limit.
Either way, I hope you enjoy what you read. ^_^
Those words caused Megan to nearly choke on her cigarette as she yanked it out of her mouth and threw it to the side before turning around to see a pushchair with an one year old toddler inside…this toddler was none other than Megan’s daughter Sarah, an incredibly smooth skinned child seems unable to sleep until extremely late on as the time is currently half eleven at night. Perhaps Megan’s preference of walking through the streets at night isn’t fully beneficial thing for her child. But this pushchair was pushed by a Caucasian male with black wavy hair, while his left hand is on the pushchair handle his right hand was holding a glass of water…which he offered out to the female.
“Thanks Ronnie.”[/color]
Megan said softly while accepting the glass and taking a drink. The male’s real name is Ronald McCrea but he is often nicknamed ’Ronnie’ by everyone that knows him…and yes, the two of them are husband and wife, they’ve been married since discovering that they’ve accidentally get her pregnant. After finishing her drink the Brit crouched down, lifted Sarah out of the chair and held her close before speaking to her daughter.
“Hello Sarah, you can’t sleep again?”[/color]
“Yes Mummy!”[/color]
Missus McCrea couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her daughters always enthusiastic response before Ronnie began to make his own comment.
“Hmmm…a sweet little maid…did you remember to clean my room?”[/color]
“Oh! I knew I forgot something.”[/color]
“You’ve already forgotten to do what your master ordered…how very naughty of you, perhaps after a little punishment you’ll learn to never forget what you are told.”[/color]
“But how will you punish me?”[/color]
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”[/color]
Megan chuckled again after the conclusion of their teasing conversation before the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Overall it didn’t take long for Megan to enter the mansion, get to her room and changed into a different set of clothes before exiting the house to meet both Ronnie and Sarah. Her new clothes were just black jeans with a black jacket. This actually brought a chuckle out of Ronnie since, knowing both her and her cousin quite well, he found it amusing how similar their fashion senses are. Once together, and Sarah was in her pushchair, the family began their lonely walk through Battle Creek, the location where Chris’ mansion resides. It has always been a hobby of the purple haired Brit to walk throughout the streets during an extremely anti-social time…perhaps that could be the reason why Megan often takes a rather innocent kip after her matches. It wasn’t long before the bunch got to a street and it was there, while Sarah was being amazed by the stars above them, that the male decided to talk to his wife about something that he has been noticing since last Monday.
“Hey, baby, I know that you have never lost a match before…but it this one defeat isn’t something to beat yourself over.”[/color]
The female would love nothing more than to come back with a something to argue against her lover’s words but instead Megan simply stayed quiet, knowing Ronnie was right. If anything Megan knew that Ronnie was perfectly correct about it all but she just couldn’t bring herself up to admit it, hell she couldn’t even bring herself up to say anything. So the couple were quiet as they reached the park. Even though silent the two of them agreed to sit on a bench while Sarah cheerfully reached out towards the star, having the childish imagination of being able to touch them in her head, but after thirty awkward seconds the Brit finally began to burst out.
“You’re right Ronnie…it is only one defeat…I shouldn’t have let it go to me. I’m sorry for being such a problem…maybe I shouldn’t have…”[/color]
The male instantly knew that his dear wife was about to say ‘shouldn’t have left Loughborough’ since that was the city she was living in before meeting him…so without letting his angel finish her words Ronnie’s left arm suddenly pulled her close to him and his right arm stroked up her left arm, feeling but ignoring some of the cut marks that pattern across her underarm, as his lips pressed against her into a loving kiss. Tears originally appeared on Megan’s face but she easily succumbed to his kiss as her right hand moved to gently clutch onto his shoulder while beginning to return this passionate kiss to his lips. Even though it appeared as half a minute on the outside this passionate kiss felt completely timeless for these two. After their lips departed from each other Ronnie spoke up.
“There is no need to apologise angel, you were just stressed…just don’t beat yourself up about anymore, okay?”[/color]
The purple haired wife simply nodded softly before the married couple kissed each other again before realising that Sarah has finally dazed off. So without uttering a word the duo got up from the bench and the entire family began to make their way out of the park and back home. What happened when they got home is something I won’t explain with anything more than this…the noise the two make kept Judy, Chris’ wife, up all night which contributed to her extra cranky mood the following morning.
Scene Two: Hell Has No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
Time: Night Before Super-Meltdown
Sitting there on a hospital bed is Robina Hood. She is currently wearing her ring gear but something easily noticeable is not only the brace around her right knee but also the amount of tape wrapped around her lower back. It looked like she has been through a war and indeed she has last week when she took on Niobe in a chairs match, getting the jump was a good idea but it all went quickly wrong when Miss Martin grabbed hold of that chair However instead of remembering the pains of each hit, everything went black for Robina…she could remember very little of the events of that match, perhaps the aftermath of a concussion? Either it is or isn’t, it doesn’t change the fact she has been booked to team up with Anthony Washington and Kaylyn James Evans to battle against the former North American Champion Logan Alexander and her nemesis Niobe Martin. Yes, it was a handicap match in the Brit’s favour, but that wasn’t on her mind as Miss Hood’s arms moved to wrap themselves around her, as if trying to comfort herself. Moments later the Englishwoman began to speak, as if knowing that there is a camera somewhere recording her.
“I’ve never been to checked on by EMTs before…”[/color]
Those words were that was said by Robina before she began to shiver, as if scared of something.
“Two weeks…those EMTs told me that it’ll take at least two weeks for my knee to heal. It is almost four but I still have to wear this brace. Niobe, do you know how that…”[/color]
Her words were mixed with worry and coldness as she spoke about the EMTs but before the purple haired dynamo even finish her sentence she began to giggle. The moment that the giggle left as the moment a smile now crept onto the Duchess of Nottingham’s face, a slightly eccentric kind of smile.
“Oh wait, you do know how that feels since I’ve almost broken your arm twice in two Meltdowns. Or, to be precise, your elbow…since debuting on Meltdown I’ve been giving your APW career nothing but hell, Niobe. At first it was nothing more than making a statement within my debut, then it was simply doing what my best friend requested…but then you screwed me; right now it should have been me holding the North American Title, not that whiny ass kid known as Young Mannie, yet you not only cost me a shot at the Championship…you embarrassed me in front of the world, every time I Googled my own name the first thing that shows up is that damn shot of my rear. If that wasn’t bad enough you not only hurt my leg but was also about two seconds away from breaking my bloody knee. No more fun, no more games, I am not after your career anymore…I am after YOUR LIFE! You stated that are looking for me…that my pain was music to your ears…and that if you’re going down then you’re going to take me with you. Have you failed to see? Or have you chosen to not notice? I’ve never been hiding, I have never been running away…I have always been here, there and everywhere. When you’ve been lacing your boots I was there. When you’ve been having a meal at the cafeteria of these beautiful arenas inside these god-awful cities I’ve been there. Whenever you’ve trained, washed, ate, slept, walked, fought, talked, read, laughed and trained again…I have always been there, watching you. I’ve never been running away, if anything, I’ve always been running to you.”[/color]
While she originally sounded joyful, all this changed the moment the words ‘screwed me’ left her Nottingham born lips. Her tone slowly became more and more vicious, her hands no longer cuddling herself but instead moved down to clutch onto the bed edge, until a state of near lunacy possessed her voice as the Iron Maiden spoke out about herself being ‘here, there and everywhere.’ Moments after finishing her stalker-like words Robina pushed herself off the bed but instantly stumbled the moment her right leg touched the floor, yet instead of crumbling down Miss Hood maintained her balance and fully stood up.
“Many people would try to play down whatever injury they have in order to make themselves appear as superior to their adversaries, be it a broken finger or an injured neck they will simply claim that it’s nothing in the blindest hope that their opponent won’t target that spot…but I am proud of not being like the others. So I won’t lie to you Niobe when I say this…you have done quite a number to my knee, so much so that I might end up being the entire my entire Valentine’s Day with this damn brace on. You’ve taken my assaults, you’ve been embarrassed by me and yet you keep jumping back no matter what I seem to do to you…I’ve lost count of the chair shots you’ve taken from me, I’ve forgotten the amount of times I’ve hit your right elbow with malicious intent and I’ve even caused the bloody EMTs to help you out the building at least twice. But with each issue you became stronger and stronger…you’re improvement definitely surprised me at Survive and Conquer while, just last week, you actually our battle. Yes, you’ve heard me right Niobe, I have just admitted that you did win the battle last week…but I am going to win this war. No matter how much blood is shred, how much bones have been broken or how much shortened my career ends up being…I’m going to win this war Niobe Martin and my route to conquest begins tomorrow night when I team up with Kaylyn James Evans and Anthony Washington to defeat you and Logan Alexander.”[/color]
What was that? Did a hint of respect somehow embed itself into the archer’s words when she mention how Niobe seem to be bouncing back from her month of hell? It might have sounded like a did of personal respect or not but one thing that was completely genuine about the forest-dweller’s words is the tone of voice that thickly wrapped itself around the words ‘team up with.’ Miss Hood have definitely made no attempt to keep her reluctance towards tag teaming secret, hell not that long ago Robina ended one of her tweets with something like ‘#HateTagTeams’ to further clement her dislike of tag teaming. But this dislike was being pushed to the back of her mind as, throughout her barrages of words, the Brit let the index finger of her left hand trail across the bed as she encircle it.
“But tonight you aren’t the only threat Niobe…your partner is the former North American Champion, the longest reigning North American Champion and one half of the current Tag Team Champions Logan Alexander. Are you watching me Logan? Are you taking me seriously Logan? You should, for I should have been your challenger…not Christian Kane. I know he is Duvall’s guy but I would pick myself over that clot everyday of the week. But isn’t it funny Logan? The only reason for you successfully defending your Championship at Survive and Conquer was basically because Niobe saved your sorry butt yet on the following Meltdown, when you didn’t have Niobe’s help, what exactly happened? YOU LOST THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!”[/color]
Quite interesting to hear Robina to call her associate’s associate a ‘clot,’ perhaps the young Brit holds preference towards Sienna Harrison instead of Alexander Duvall. Either she does or doesn’t the eighteen year old’s tone was more cocky than concerned of the rather chaotic Canadian. But the moment she said the words ‘what exactly happened’ both of Miss Hood’s forearms spread out while her elbows kept close to her body. Moments after screaming out her words the purple haired dynamo moved both of her hands under the hospital bed and, in a moment of rage, tipped it over onto its side and then upside down…afterwards a sigh departed from Robina’s lips as the young diva seem to have calmed down before shooting out a slight smirk, finally spotting where the camera - that is recording her - is.
“Maybe I should take you more seriously Logan since you have beaten god knows how many people to become the longest reigning North American Champion…but frankly I can’t give a rat’s arse about somebody who shouldn’t even be on Meltdown, Sienna’s Meltdown, anymore. You’ve been drafted off to Asylum so this match could fortunately be the last time your ugly ass ruins the quality of Monday nights…so maybe I should sent you off in the best way possible, as a broken heap. My war is with Niobe Martin but seeing you aligned with her just simply shows that you are in my way. So you’re going to be made an example of, not only to show Niobe how dangerous I can truly be……but to also show the entire Meltdown roster why I am the future of this show, NO ONE ELSE! Not that bloody Anthony Washington and definitely not that KJE girl. If Sienna wants me to team up with them to destroy Niobe then so be it, I’ll team up with those two idiots, but there it will not make any of us buddies and if they try to stop me from getting my hands on Niobe…then they’ll both simply become part of my message to her. That is not a threat, nor is it a warning, it is just simply a promise that I will keep.”[/color]
While speaking her words the purple haired lady sat herself down on the upturned bed, her eyes refusing to blink as they maintain full focus on the camera lens. Even though her right knee stung her eyes didn’t divert her gaze as her left hand moved to gently clutch the knee. Halfway through her words Robina feel forwards, onto her hands and knees, and began to crawl over to the camera as her tone of voice has begun to drown itself in one word…disturbed. Even though her tone was disturbing it is quite an odd move to sound threatening towards her own partners but, then again, one of her partners is Anthony Washington…the person who not only gave the girl her first ever defeat but was also had his part in her supreme humiliation, so it would be more than understandable if the Brit want some measure of vengeance against him. But by the time the forest-dweller finished her words she have got herself only a foot away from the camera so, without a warning at all, her left hand flew out and snatched the camera from wherever it was before sitting down in a cross-legged manner, resting the camera on her chest while looking down upon the lens.
“Logan Alexander, this might end up being your very last appearance on Meltdown but I’m not going to let you get the victorious exit your ego demands…no…I’m going to simply humble you, hell if Young Mannie can get a victory over you then why shouldn’t someone miles better than him can? But in the sake of fair-play I’ll leave you to Kaylyn, since you two have issues with each other, and Anthony since that jackass would claim racism if things don’t go his way…kind of like that Anton guy did a year or two ago. As for Niobe…you are truly the only person that I want, fuck the other people and definitely fuck those idiots of Chicago. Tomorrow night we do battle once again and while it won’t be the last time, this time I’ll show you the true meaning of ‘hell has no fury like a woman scorned.”[/color]
Moments after finishing those last few words Robina violent pushed the camera away, an almost volleyball pass like push, and the moment it hit the wall the camera broke…officially ending this promo. After a couple of moments the eighteen year got herself back up to her feet, limping a bit due to the condition of her right hand, and moved over to the door before opening it. Moments afterwards the British diva shut the door behind her as she exited the room, leaving it to the cleaners and sweepers to clean the small wreck she has made.[/center]
Altogether this RP is over the word limit but I really hope that I can won't punished since I've accidentally no-showed twice in the previous Meltdown and S&C...the first scene also has nothing to do with the match so if you completely discount it, then it'll be perfectly within the word limit.
Either way, I hope you enjoy what you read. ^_^
Scene One: A Lover’s Kiss
Time: Three Days Before Survive And Conquer
On the last episode of Meltdown Robina Hood suffered the first defeat of her professional career thanks to one Niobe Martin. Fortunately the knee hasn’t badly damaged but what was heavily damaged was the Brit’s belief in herself. It is always the first defeat that is the hardest to swallow but this was something she didn’t expect to suffer…Robina expected to succeed well but instead, in only her third match at APW, she was not only been beaten but also humiliated when a shot of the female’s bare bottom, and skimpy choice of underwear, was caught on camera for millions to see and comment about on their fansites.
The current location is just outside a mansion owned by Chris Middley, Robina’s trainer and cousin who willing lets her live their since the building is too massive for just him and his own family. While in APW the purple haired lady is known as Robina Hood…her real name is Megan McCrea and currently she is standing outside because of the object in her mouth…a cigarette. Yes, Megan smokes but after all the shit she has gone through there would be no way she would be little miss perfect. The current pieces of clothing Megan was wearing could be described as a maid’s uniform while the eighteen year old sighed lightly.
“Mummy!”
[/color]Time: Three Days Before Survive And Conquer
On the last episode of Meltdown Robina Hood suffered the first defeat of her professional career thanks to one Niobe Martin. Fortunately the knee hasn’t badly damaged but what was heavily damaged was the Brit’s belief in herself. It is always the first defeat that is the hardest to swallow but this was something she didn’t expect to suffer…Robina expected to succeed well but instead, in only her third match at APW, she was not only been beaten but also humiliated when a shot of the female’s bare bottom, and skimpy choice of underwear, was caught on camera for millions to see and comment about on their fansites.
The current location is just outside a mansion owned by Chris Middley, Robina’s trainer and cousin who willing lets her live their since the building is too massive for just him and his own family. While in APW the purple haired lady is known as Robina Hood…her real name is Megan McCrea and currently she is standing outside because of the object in her mouth…a cigarette. Yes, Megan smokes but after all the shit she has gone through there would be no way she would be little miss perfect. The current pieces of clothing Megan was wearing could be described as a maid’s uniform while the eighteen year old sighed lightly.
“Mummy!”
Those words caused Megan to nearly choke on her cigarette as she yanked it out of her mouth and threw it to the side before turning around to see a pushchair with an one year old toddler inside…this toddler was none other than Megan’s daughter Sarah, an incredibly smooth skinned child seems unable to sleep until extremely late on as the time is currently half eleven at night. Perhaps Megan’s preference of walking through the streets at night isn’t fully beneficial thing for her child. But this pushchair was pushed by a Caucasian male with black wavy hair, while his left hand is on the pushchair handle his right hand was holding a glass of water…which he offered out to the female.
“Thanks Ronnie.”[/color]
Megan said softly while accepting the glass and taking a drink. The male’s real name is Ronald McCrea but he is often nicknamed ’Ronnie’ by everyone that knows him…and yes, the two of them are husband and wife, they’ve been married since discovering that they’ve accidentally get her pregnant. After finishing her drink the Brit crouched down, lifted Sarah out of the chair and held her close before speaking to her daughter.
“Hello Sarah, you can’t sleep again?”[/color]
“Yes Mummy!”[/color]
Missus McCrea couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at her daughters always enthusiastic response before Ronnie began to make his own comment.
“Hmmm…a sweet little maid…did you remember to clean my room?”[/color]
“Oh! I knew I forgot something.”[/color]
“You’ve already forgotten to do what your master ordered…how very naughty of you, perhaps after a little punishment you’ll learn to never forget what you are told.”[/color]
“But how will you punish me?”[/color]
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”[/color]
Megan chuckled again after the conclusion of their teasing conversation before the two of them shared a passionate kiss. Overall it didn’t take long for Megan to enter the mansion, get to her room and changed into a different set of clothes before exiting the house to meet both Ronnie and Sarah. Her new clothes were just black jeans with a black jacket. This actually brought a chuckle out of Ronnie since, knowing both her and her cousin quite well, he found it amusing how similar their fashion senses are. Once together, and Sarah was in her pushchair, the family began their lonely walk through Battle Creek, the location where Chris’ mansion resides. It has always been a hobby of the purple haired Brit to walk throughout the streets during an extremely anti-social time…perhaps that could be the reason why Megan often takes a rather innocent kip after her matches. It wasn’t long before the bunch got to a street and it was there, while Sarah was being amazed by the stars above them, that the male decided to talk to his wife about something that he has been noticing since last Monday.
“Hey, baby, I know that you have never lost a match before…but it this one defeat isn’t something to beat yourself over.”[/color]
The female would love nothing more than to come back with a something to argue against her lover’s words but instead Megan simply stayed quiet, knowing Ronnie was right. If anything Megan knew that Ronnie was perfectly correct about it all but she just couldn’t bring herself up to admit it, hell she couldn’t even bring herself up to say anything. So the couple were quiet as they reached the park. Even though silent the two of them agreed to sit on a bench while Sarah cheerfully reached out towards the star, having the childish imagination of being able to touch them in her head, but after thirty awkward seconds the Brit finally began to burst out.
“You’re right Ronnie…it is only one defeat…I shouldn’t have let it go to me. I’m sorry for being such a problem…maybe I shouldn’t have…”[/color]
The male instantly knew that his dear wife was about to say ‘shouldn’t have left Loughborough’ since that was the city she was living in before meeting him…so without letting his angel finish her words Ronnie’s left arm suddenly pulled her close to him and his right arm stroked up her left arm, feeling but ignoring some of the cut marks that pattern across her underarm, as his lips pressed against her into a loving kiss. Tears originally appeared on Megan’s face but she easily succumbed to his kiss as her right hand moved to gently clutch onto his shoulder while beginning to return this passionate kiss to his lips. Even though it appeared as half a minute on the outside this passionate kiss felt completely timeless for these two. After their lips departed from each other Ronnie spoke up.
“There is no need to apologise angel, you were just stressed…just don’t beat yourself up about anymore, okay?”[/color]
The purple haired wife simply nodded softly before the married couple kissed each other again before realising that Sarah has finally dazed off. So without uttering a word the duo got up from the bench and the entire family began to make their way out of the park and back home. What happened when they got home is something I won’t explain with anything more than this…the noise the two make kept Judy, Chris’ wife, up all night which contributed to her extra cranky mood the following morning.
Scene Two: Hell Has No Fury Like A Woman Scorned
Time: Night Before Super-Meltdown
Sitting there on a hospital bed is Robina Hood. She is currently wearing her ring gear but something easily noticeable is not only the brace around her right knee but also the amount of tape wrapped around her lower back. It looked like she has been through a war and indeed she has last week when she took on Niobe in a chairs match, getting the jump was a good idea but it all went quickly wrong when Miss Martin grabbed hold of that chair However instead of remembering the pains of each hit, everything went black for Robina…she could remember very little of the events of that match, perhaps the aftermath of a concussion? Either it is or isn’t, it doesn’t change the fact she has been booked to team up with Anthony Washington and Kaylyn James Evans to battle against the former North American Champion Logan Alexander and her nemesis Niobe Martin. Yes, it was a handicap match in the Brit’s favour, but that wasn’t on her mind as Miss Hood’s arms moved to wrap themselves around her, as if trying to comfort herself. Moments later the Englishwoman began to speak, as if knowing that there is a camera somewhere recording her.
“I’ve never been to checked on by EMTs before…”[/color]
Those words were that was said by Robina before she began to shiver, as if scared of something.
“Two weeks…those EMTs told me that it’ll take at least two weeks for my knee to heal. It is almost four but I still have to wear this brace. Niobe, do you know how that…”[/color]
Her words were mixed with worry and coldness as she spoke about the EMTs but before the purple haired dynamo even finish her sentence she began to giggle. The moment that the giggle left as the moment a smile now crept onto the Duchess of Nottingham’s face, a slightly eccentric kind of smile.
“Oh wait, you do know how that feels since I’ve almost broken your arm twice in two Meltdowns. Or, to be precise, your elbow…since debuting on Meltdown I’ve been giving your APW career nothing but hell, Niobe. At first it was nothing more than making a statement within my debut, then it was simply doing what my best friend requested…but then you screwed me; right now it should have been me holding the North American Title, not that whiny ass kid known as Young Mannie, yet you not only cost me a shot at the Championship…you embarrassed me in front of the world, every time I Googled my own name the first thing that shows up is that damn shot of my rear. If that wasn’t bad enough you not only hurt my leg but was also about two seconds away from breaking my bloody knee. No more fun, no more games, I am not after your career anymore…I am after YOUR LIFE! You stated that are looking for me…that my pain was music to your ears…and that if you’re going down then you’re going to take me with you. Have you failed to see? Or have you chosen to not notice? I’ve never been hiding, I have never been running away…I have always been here, there and everywhere. When you’ve been lacing your boots I was there. When you’ve been having a meal at the cafeteria of these beautiful arenas inside these god-awful cities I’ve been there. Whenever you’ve trained, washed, ate, slept, walked, fought, talked, read, laughed and trained again…I have always been there, watching you. I’ve never been running away, if anything, I’ve always been running to you.”[/color]
While she originally sounded joyful, all this changed the moment the words ‘screwed me’ left her Nottingham born lips. Her tone slowly became more and more vicious, her hands no longer cuddling herself but instead moved down to clutch onto the bed edge, until a state of near lunacy possessed her voice as the Iron Maiden spoke out about herself being ‘here, there and everywhere.’ Moments after finishing her stalker-like words Robina pushed herself off the bed but instantly stumbled the moment her right leg touched the floor, yet instead of crumbling down Miss Hood maintained her balance and fully stood up.
“Many people would try to play down whatever injury they have in order to make themselves appear as superior to their adversaries, be it a broken finger or an injured neck they will simply claim that it’s nothing in the blindest hope that their opponent won’t target that spot…but I am proud of not being like the others. So I won’t lie to you Niobe when I say this…you have done quite a number to my knee, so much so that I might end up being the entire my entire Valentine’s Day with this damn brace on. You’ve taken my assaults, you’ve been embarrassed by me and yet you keep jumping back no matter what I seem to do to you…I’ve lost count of the chair shots you’ve taken from me, I’ve forgotten the amount of times I’ve hit your right elbow with malicious intent and I’ve even caused the bloody EMTs to help you out the building at least twice. But with each issue you became stronger and stronger…you’re improvement definitely surprised me at Survive and Conquer while, just last week, you actually our battle. Yes, you’ve heard me right Niobe, I have just admitted that you did win the battle last week…but I am going to win this war. No matter how much blood is shred, how much bones have been broken or how much shortened my career ends up being…I’m going to win this war Niobe Martin and my route to conquest begins tomorrow night when I team up with Kaylyn James Evans and Anthony Washington to defeat you and Logan Alexander.”[/color]
What was that? Did a hint of respect somehow embed itself into the archer’s words when she mention how Niobe seem to be bouncing back from her month of hell? It might have sounded like a did of personal respect or not but one thing that was completely genuine about the forest-dweller’s words is the tone of voice that thickly wrapped itself around the words ‘team up with.’ Miss Hood have definitely made no attempt to keep her reluctance towards tag teaming secret, hell not that long ago Robina ended one of her tweets with something like ‘#HateTagTeams’ to further clement her dislike of tag teaming. But this dislike was being pushed to the back of her mind as, throughout her barrages of words, the Brit let the index finger of her left hand trail across the bed as she encircle it.
“But tonight you aren’t the only threat Niobe…your partner is the former North American Champion, the longest reigning North American Champion and one half of the current Tag Team Champions Logan Alexander. Are you watching me Logan? Are you taking me seriously Logan? You should, for I should have been your challenger…not Christian Kane. I know he is Duvall’s guy but I would pick myself over that clot everyday of the week. But isn’t it funny Logan? The only reason for you successfully defending your Championship at Survive and Conquer was basically because Niobe saved your sorry butt yet on the following Meltdown, when you didn’t have Niobe’s help, what exactly happened? YOU LOST THE NORTH AMERICAN TITLE!”[/color]
Quite interesting to hear Robina to call her associate’s associate a ‘clot,’ perhaps the young Brit holds preference towards Sienna Harrison instead of Alexander Duvall. Either she does or doesn’t the eighteen year old’s tone was more cocky than concerned of the rather chaotic Canadian. But the moment she said the words ‘what exactly happened’ both of Miss Hood’s forearms spread out while her elbows kept close to her body. Moments after screaming out her words the purple haired dynamo moved both of her hands under the hospital bed and, in a moment of rage, tipped it over onto its side and then upside down…afterwards a sigh departed from Robina’s lips as the young diva seem to have calmed down before shooting out a slight smirk, finally spotting where the camera - that is recording her - is.
“Maybe I should take you more seriously Logan since you have beaten god knows how many people to become the longest reigning North American Champion…but frankly I can’t give a rat’s arse about somebody who shouldn’t even be on Meltdown, Sienna’s Meltdown, anymore. You’ve been drafted off to Asylum so this match could fortunately be the last time your ugly ass ruins the quality of Monday nights…so maybe I should sent you off in the best way possible, as a broken heap. My war is with Niobe Martin but seeing you aligned with her just simply shows that you are in my way. So you’re going to be made an example of, not only to show Niobe how dangerous I can truly be……but to also show the entire Meltdown roster why I am the future of this show, NO ONE ELSE! Not that bloody Anthony Washington and definitely not that KJE girl. If Sienna wants me to team up with them to destroy Niobe then so be it, I’ll team up with those two idiots, but there it will not make any of us buddies and if they try to stop me from getting my hands on Niobe…then they’ll both simply become part of my message to her. That is not a threat, nor is it a warning, it is just simply a promise that I will keep.”[/color]
While speaking her words the purple haired lady sat herself down on the upturned bed, her eyes refusing to blink as they maintain full focus on the camera lens. Even though her right knee stung her eyes didn’t divert her gaze as her left hand moved to gently clutch the knee. Halfway through her words Robina feel forwards, onto her hands and knees, and began to crawl over to the camera as her tone of voice has begun to drown itself in one word…disturbed. Even though her tone was disturbing it is quite an odd move to sound threatening towards her own partners but, then again, one of her partners is Anthony Washington…the person who not only gave the girl her first ever defeat but was also had his part in her supreme humiliation, so it would be more than understandable if the Brit want some measure of vengeance against him. But by the time the forest-dweller finished her words she have got herself only a foot away from the camera so, without a warning at all, her left hand flew out and snatched the camera from wherever it was before sitting down in a cross-legged manner, resting the camera on her chest while looking down upon the lens.
“Logan Alexander, this might end up being your very last appearance on Meltdown but I’m not going to let you get the victorious exit your ego demands…no…I’m going to simply humble you, hell if Young Mannie can get a victory over you then why shouldn’t someone miles better than him can? But in the sake of fair-play I’ll leave you to Kaylyn, since you two have issues with each other, and Anthony since that jackass would claim racism if things don’t go his way…kind of like that Anton guy did a year or two ago. As for Niobe…you are truly the only person that I want, fuck the other people and definitely fuck those idiots of Chicago. Tomorrow night we do battle once again and while it won’t be the last time, this time I’ll show you the true meaning of ‘hell has no fury like a woman scorned.”[/color]
Moments after finishing those last few words Robina violent pushed the camera away, an almost volleyball pass like push, and the moment it hit the wall the camera broke…officially ending this promo. After a couple of moments the eighteen year got herself back up to her feet, limping a bit due to the condition of her right hand, and moved over to the door before opening it. Moments afterwards the British diva shut the door behind her as she exited the room, leaving it to the cleaners and sweepers to clean the small wreck she has made.[/center]
