Post by B.A. Styles on Feb 24, 2013 17:47:13 GMT -4
Pacing backwards and forwards just in front of the arena, is a female with the name Hannah Storm. Wearing her neat clothes while holding a microphone with her right hand, it is obvious that this interviewer is waiting for someone, but could this someone be? Just rushing around the corner now is a purple haired Brit known across Meltdown as Robina Hood, the vile young lady that seem to find no pleasure in anything but absolutely maiming her adversaries. While her first month appears as quite promising this month could possibly be viewed as quite a setback. She has constantly been booked as a tag partner to somebody else and while last week marked her first main event, it went completely wrong for the eighteen year old as she got pinned by one Guv’nor. Robina is young so she this defeat practically shook her more than the first time she suffered a defeat…back then it was because of some blatant attire pulling but this time round, no matter what she did, a nobody like Guv’nor took everything she had gave him and legitimately defeated her almost like she was a nobody. The Brit felt emotionally buried by such a defeat yet tomorrow night she finally gets her first singles match in ages as she takes on Warren Peace, the number one contender to the North American Championship. Miss Hood was in her ring gear but with a zipped-up jacket covering her upper body as the interviewer did some last minute neatening up before the cameraman, who followed Robina here, signalled that they can begin the interview.
“Hello everybody, my name is and let us welcome my guest, Robina Hood. Last week didn’t go the way that you’ve planned when…”
“Yes, Guv’nor pinned me, ever since that event last week I have never heard the end of it! Morons would say ‘how could she be the Perfect Megastar if all she does is lose?’ ‘Oh Robina doesn’t look so tough now, what happened? Did Sienna turn her soft?’ I have never heard the fucking end of it…yes I’ve lost, but that was last week and now I have a match tomorrow against Warren Peace. So please, for the love of god, ask me a question about him and nothing else.”
[/color]“Hello everybody, my name is and let us welcome my guest, Robina Hood. Last week didn’t go the way that you’ve planned when…”
“Yes, Guv’nor pinned me, ever since that event last week I have never heard the end of it! Morons would say ‘how could she be the Perfect Megastar if all she does is lose?’ ‘Oh Robina doesn’t look so tough now, what happened? Did Sienna turn her soft?’ I have never heard the fucking end of it…yes I’ve lost, but that was last week and now I have a match tomorrow against Warren Peace. So please, for the love of god, ask me a question about him and nothing else.”
The British instantly turned aggressive as she interrupted the interviewer’s words. Her tone was vicious, or toxic, but instead absolutely pissed as the forest-dweller began to come right up close to the female with every word she spoke. When Robina finished her words she has cornered the other woman and the interviewer personally thought she was going to be battered…so the sigh that departed from the young star’s lips actually surprised her, as well as when Robina took a couple of steps back . She immediately rand both hands through her purple hair before sighing once again, but with a shake of the head accompanying it, before deciding to speak up.
“I’m sorry…I guess a lot of things have been going wrong recently, hell I swear this is the first time I’ve sworn since signing up to Meltdown…god, I think I might have gotten a little softer ever since Niobe knocked me out with my own damn chair. Enough of the past though, I have plans on how I’m going to corrects these wrongs in the future, but talking about the future I going to battle Warren Peace tomorrow night. Warren, congratulations on your contendership…I’m not fully sure about what you’ve done to earn a spot in that match…but either way congratulations. You fought hard and you got the right to face Young Mannie for the North American Championship…but clearly tomorrow night isn’t going to be your night as you’re going to battle me. I have been on a not so great run but that run ends tomorrow as I will kick your ass all over that ring faster than superman can go around the world. But why worry about just me Warren? Our special guest referee is the very Champion you plan to dethrone…and knowing the history of guest referees, he is most likely looking for a brilliant way to screw you over. But don’t be stupid enough to give him all the attention for, while I have been suffering a bit of a downfall, I am still the same woman who nearly broke Niobe’s arm twice…I am still the same woman who would shoot an arrow into my grandmother for greatness and shoot yours in the face just to see the expression on your face…and I am still the ‘Perfect Megastar’ who shall take no names or prisoners for I don’t aim for anything else than the annihilation of my enemies. I know that you aim to continue your good form but tomorrow I’m going to KILL your momentum.”[/color]
Not only the interviewer but also the cameraman were shocked at Robina Hood’s actually admitting that she has gotten a little soft, clearly that defeat last week must have shaken the originally confident, laidback and potentially threatening psyche that the vicious Brit have previously been known for. Yet some of that crumpled confidence began top rebuild itself within her English accent as the purple haired dynamo continued to speak out. By the time Miss Hood finished speaking her words there was some confidence in plain sight but it wasn’t like the confidence she had a few weeks ago.
“You seem to somewhat believe in your abilities but surely you can’t underestimate the talent Peace clearly…”
“I KNOW THAT WARREN PEACE IS TALENTED!!!”[/color]
That sudden shout was really unexpected of the often calculating female and the interviewer accidentally dropped the microphone because of that burst of rage, the cameraman shivering lightly in slight fear of the enraged Brit. After a few seconds of awkward silence Robina’s frustrated stern eyes finally blinked, killing off this stern glare, and sighed once while her hands ran through her hair again. While making her sigh the young woman turned and leaned back so she would be resting against the wall and after producing that sigh both of her hands moved into the pockets of her jacket as the forest-dweller began to speak up once again.
“I know that Warren Peace is a talented individual. Not just anybody can become a contender to anything, let alone hold the Tag Team Titles by himself. Yet my two major defeats, one last week and one to Anthony Washington, both had the same thing in common…both times I willingly tried to make them sound greater than what they really are so my critics are happy…but both times I’ve lost, so I have enough of making lousy people, like my opponent tonight, sound like he has ANY chance against me. He is the number one contender but the only reason why he even managed to be in that contendership match was because I was told to make Valo, oh sorry I meant Havok’s sorry ass not look too bad last week. I’m sure he’ll speak about how great he is or how indestructible he is, or even how he is on a road to revolutionise Meltdown as an entity…but that means nothing to me as I know that everything is in MY favour since, if that piece of shit called a Champion actually has a brain of his own, he would give me ALL the benefits. Not because he wants to screw you over but because he knows that with a snap of a finger I can do what Amy tried to do in taking Charlie out, PERMANENTLY. You would be an IDIOT to even show up Warren but knowing people like you, you would show up and take your ass kicking in a vain attempt to look tougher than what you really are. I don’t need a fake ego to be taken seriously, neither do I need my uncle to think for me…since I know that, without a shadow of a doubt, I am ten times tougher than you and Mannie put together. I don’t need Young Mannie being bias to beat you, hell my six person team defeated yours at Survive and Conquer a few weeks ago so I already have a victory over you…”[/color]
The young Brit’s eyes remained heartlessly focused upon the camera lens. As Robina spoke, Hannah bent down to grab the microphone before standing back up…but almost dropped the piece of equipment back down when the Iron Maiden shouted out a few of her words, managing to catch the female off guard on all occasions. But what the cameraman didn’t expect was that, immediately after finishing her words Robina burst out laughing…what could possibly be so funny?
“Sorry about that…but how blind was I? I know that I have been suffering some mishaps but, man, was I so blind. *giggle* You need this victory so damn badly more than I do, you’re desperate for this victory to prove yourself to everyone on Meltdown that you’re worth taking seriously. Well switch on the TV, Warren, and watch the Sunday night news for here is the newsflash of a lifetime…I’m going to not only win this match but I’m going to break you both physically and mentally. You were great during the twilight but now we’re quickly approaching the Dawn of Perfection and I can guaran-damn-tee you shall not be able to walk out of Meltdown on your own two feet because………”[/color]
Before finishing her sentence the young megastar decided to look down towards the floor, her facial expression mixed between enjoyment and puzzlement, so Storm chose to approach the girl to check if she was alright………wrong move. Robina’s head flung up, her hand flew onto the collar of Hannah’s clothes on pushed her against the wall as she was now facing the interviewer. The cameraman quickly moved to their side as Robina began to open her mouth, perhaps she is temporary viewing the scared interviewer as her opponent tomorrow night…it would explain the fact Robina has lifted the interviewer into the air.
“I AM GOING TO END YOUR CAREER!!!”[/color]
Moments after shouting those words directly into Hannah Storm’s face Miss Hood lets go of her, causing her to fall onto the floor in a nervous wreck, before beginning to walk off. The cameraman quickly stopped the recording and switched off the camera before, once he was certain that the purple haired lady was a safe distance away, checked up on the visibly shaken Hannah.[/center]
