Post by B.A. Styles on Jun 29, 2013 17:07:27 GMT -4
Yet again, after much cutting and editing, the total word count (with codes and on the software that I write my RPs on) is SPOT-ON 4000 Words.
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My eyes snap open and I scream at a very high pitch…another nightmare haunts my night. Well I can just say ‘the same’ instead of ‘another’ since it is the same nightmare that has haunted me many times before. Gemma’s hands, Chad’s sickening smile and my frightened naked body…why can’t this nightmare leave me alone!?! The clock say half three in the morning and my cold, sweaty, body is all alone in this hotel room. Normally Shannon would be with me but since her Monday night match is taking place so far away from Test For The Best, we opted to be apart and meet up on Monday…but now I’m regretting this decision. I’m so alone in this dark and empty room as the first thing I do is get myself out of bed. In my lilac pyjama top and bottoms I moved towards the light switch and instantly flicked all the lights on.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody who will be awake at this time…Rafael, my friend in Rio.
Hi Rafael,
How are you doing? I know this is a bit early from me but I’ve had another nightmare again…but anyway, other than that, I’m doing alright. Tomorrow night I get to compete against nine others at APW’s Test For The Best event, which I think will be broadcasted in Brazil, to win this Test For The Best tournament. But to be perfectly honest with you…I don’t think I can win at all, hell I’ll be very lucky to even get through the first round. Look at my opponents, they’re all big names who has been successful many times - well except for Jace Savage but he doesn’t count - while I’m just some, purple haired, nineteen year old from Nottingham. How the hell do I stand a chance against any of them? If anything, The Guv’nor should have been in this tournament…not me…
But I didn’t e-mail you to cry over your shoulder. How are you doing? And how are those orphans I’ve introduced you to? Are they doing alright? And is the revival of their orphanage going as planned? I wish I could come around again to check myself but, due to the fact that I’m with two different wrestling companies, the best chance I’ve got of ever doing that is if APW has another South American tour or WEW decides to have their first.
From your ‘English Muffin’ Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response by Rafael, damn he types really fast. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hola Megan,
It’s cute to see that you still like that nickname I gave you, even when Shannon laughed her head off when I called you it in front of her. Overall I’m doing alright, annoyed as hell at my noisy neighbours but I guess that is what to be expected when you buy cheap. The little nightmares, or ‘orphans’ as you prefer to call them, are definitely an adventurous bunch…but I think they prefer you over me since I keep losing something every time I visit the buggers. But yeah, the roof and the upstairs have been repaired and restored…the windows are behind schedule but the children don’t mind. I’m very surprised, yet touched, that you would donate the majority of your wages, from both companies, to the restoration of an orphanage.
But thanks for the news about Test For The Best, now I get to see you kick some major ass. I do have confidence in you Megan, no offence but you seem to be the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon never told yet but you seem to have a bit of an inferiority complex…you said that ‘The Guv’nor’ should be in the competition instead of you, most likely because you think he could possibly win the entire thing. Yet you defeated him to be in the tournament so you should be more than confident enough to win this ‘Test For The Best.’ So what if the majority of your opponents are established? Occasions like these are made for people like you to shine brighter than the bigger stars.
But if you want a piece of advice then I guess I’ll give you some…there’s no need to constantly doubt yourself since you’re very talented, which is extremely rare among competitors under the age of twenty-one. Sure you have a couple of faults, like your bad eyesight, but nobody is flawless…so ignore these issues, focus on your strengths and never give up. You have the capability of beating anybody in the world Megan, all you have to do is commit everything you have into this tournament so that, either you win the entire thing or just one match, you’ll be proud of your performance.
But I have to go off to work now, since my colleague has chosen the worst bloody time to get pregnant, so I wish you luck Megan. Me and all those children will be watching the event, with the television I bought them, ready to cheer you on…so good luck my English Muffin.
Rafael
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a final promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody who will be awake at this time…Rafael, my friend in Rio.
Hi Rafael,
How are you doing? I know this is a bit early from me but I’ve had another nightmare again…but anyway, other than that, I’m doing alright. Tomorrow night I get to compete against nine others at APW’s Test For The Best event, which I think will be broadcasted in Brazil, to win this Test For The Best tournament. But to be perfectly honest with you…I don’t think I can win at all, hell I’ll be very lucky to even get through the first round. Look at my opponents, they’re all big names who has been successful many times - well except for Jace Savage but he doesn’t count - while I’m just some, purple haired, nineteen year old from Nottingham. How the hell do I stand a chance against any of them? If anything, The Guv’nor should have been in this tournament…not me…
But I didn’t e-mail you to cry over your shoulder. How are you doing? And how are those orphans I’ve introduced you to? Are they doing alright? And is the revival of their orphanage going as planned? I wish I could come around again to check myself but, due to the fact that I’m with two different wrestling companies, the best chance I’ve got of ever doing that is if APW has another South American tour or WEW decides to have their first.
From your ‘English Muffin’ Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response by Rafael, damn he types really fast. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hola Megan,
It’s cute to see that you still like that nickname I gave you, even when Shannon laughed her head off when I called you it in front of her. Overall I’m doing alright, annoyed as hell at my noisy neighbours but I guess that is what to be expected when you buy cheap. The little nightmares, or ‘orphans’ as you prefer to call them, are definitely an adventurous bunch…but I think they prefer you over me since I keep losing something every time I visit the buggers. But yeah, the roof and the upstairs have been repaired and restored…the windows are behind schedule but the children don’t mind. I’m very surprised, yet touched, that you would donate the majority of your wages, from both companies, to the restoration of an orphanage.
But thanks for the news about Test For The Best, now I get to see you kick some major ass. I do have confidence in you Megan, no offence but you seem to be the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon never told yet but you seem to have a bit of an inferiority complex…you said that ‘The Guv’nor’ should be in the competition instead of you, most likely because you think he could possibly win the entire thing. Yet you defeated him to be in the tournament so you should be more than confident enough to win this ‘Test For The Best.’ So what if the majority of your opponents are established? Occasions like these are made for people like you to shine brighter than the bigger stars.
But if you want a piece of advice then I guess I’ll give you some…there’s no need to constantly doubt yourself since you’re very talented, which is extremely rare among competitors under the age of twenty-one. Sure you have a couple of faults, like your bad eyesight, but nobody is flawless…so ignore these issues, focus on your strengths and never give up. You have the capability of beating anybody in the world Megan, all you have to do is commit everything you have into this tournament so that, either you win the entire thing or just one match, you’ll be proud of your performance.
But I have to go off to work now, since my colleague has chosen the worst bloody time to get pregnant, so I wish you luck Megan. Me and all those children will be watching the event, with the television I bought them, ready to cheer you on…so good luck my English Muffin.
Rafael
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a final promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
act 3
This city street sure is busy as there are people going in different directions towards their specific destinations as the camera tries to capture some of these people. The camera however stopped when a mysteriously hooded girl is spotted standing still in this street. Even though the hood covers her eyes, the grin that on her face shows that she was purposely looking at the male. The cameraman finally decides to approach the female yet the moment he tried the hooded figure spun around and ran off. The fact that the crowd seem to not acknowledge her existence raised the cameraman’s curiosity as he decides to give chase. Getting through the crowd was hard but after not too long he managed to find the hooded person in an alleyway by herself.
He decides to be slower with his approach, in case she originally ran out of fear, as she seems to be fixated at what is in her hands, even though her back faces the camera. After a fifth step the girl’s right hand snapped out, a red rose flying out of that very hand. Being thrown the flower took very little time to touch the floor and the moment it did a blinding light flashed. When the cameraman uncovered his eyes, as the camera regained focus, he was completely shocked at what is in front of him. They are back in a Roman Colosseum and in front of him, sitting on emperor’s throne, is none other than Robina Hood. In her red dress, with a semi-transparent section on the lower half of it, she sat there quite comfortably yet that wasn’t what has the cameraman’s attention.
“Want to say hello to my little friends?”
Robina asked in a cocky way since she knew that the camera’s attention is mainly on the two lions. You’ve read that right…at both sides of her thrones is a lion as, after she said her words, one of them raised up and rested its head on her lap. In return the Englishwoman began to affectionately stroke it while her eyes didn’t move away from the camera.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and don’t mind the lions, they won’t do anything without my permission. Why won’t they disobey me? Because, in the nude, I choked their vicious former leader to death…so these cuties are now my ever-loving pets. I’ve passed the test of lions and this Sunday, I have the chance to pass the test to officially call myself to best in Action Packed Wrestling. What’s in between me and the performance of a lifetime? Nine puppets that wants to be the main act…am I worried about these marionettes? Hell no, I’m the Master of Puppets and I’ll be the one passing the test this year. How will I do so? I’m going to win this year’s Test For The Best tournament.”
Confidently said words by a confident looking young woman as she continued to stroke the lion. Earlier today the cameraman spent the majority of his time watching repeats of Robina’s promos, so now he isn’t blushing at all and the young woman gave him a complimentary smile without breaking character.
“But who will be the antagonist of tomorrow’s scene? Could it be Jace Savage, a fellow Meltdown representative who has been labelled as an underdog in this tournament? If you ever think he could win the entire thing then you seriously need your head to be checked on. Everything about him, from his baby face to his goofy name, screams out just one word…loser. Hell I don’t believe he genuinely wants to win this tournament. He wants my friend Sienna to disappear yet his revolution is more a joke than Mister Dangerous’ win-loss record, so there is no way that she should even waste her time taking this Savage kid seriously, since he’s bound to fall flat on his face again. Actually, now I think about it, he’s probably going to be too preoccupied with Iron Nightmare to actually focus on his matches…so he definitely won’t be worth sharing my spotlight with.”
The Damsel of the Woods was quite haughty when speaking about Jace, the lion moving its head off her lap as she finished them. She puffed out her chest in pride after muttering her final few words, a confident grin appearing on her face as if she knows she is going to win the tournament or something.
“Another man that I don’t believe have what it takes to go to the finals is Christian Kane, hell I actually think he’ll be one of the chaps who goes out in the very first round. Sure he talks a good game but what has he done to back up such talk? He loses every single pay-per-view match he takes part in, a man like him could seriously take the easiest of roles and make it look impossible to do…in a bad way. Why don’t I think he’ll make the semi finals? Because the words ‘super sexy’ doesn’t make him any better than the average Neanderthal that will be attendance. And compared to the other entrants he ain’t anything special. Christian Kane can be a future product but this puppet is boring and there is no way something as dull as him should ever be put in the same scene as me. So after this contest is over, I plan on throwing that puppet in the bin, since beating him will be so easy that it’s a waste of both my time and effort.”
The Emo Princess seem to be very self-assured of herself at the moment, especially when she considers one ‘Christian Kane’ to be too ‘dull’ to be in her spotlight. She giggled after finishing her words and decided to push herself up from the throne. The moment she was up straight both lions up moved closer to the young woman.
“Another person that is boring is one Aubrey Parker…yes I just called Aubrey boring. Hell I purposely chose to never watch Asylum just to avoid her constantly lacklustre performance…sure I can make one of her matches at least passable but that would be the biggest waste of talent in wrestling history. Sure we’re both women but I ain’t going to wish her luck for having the same gender as me…I honestly ran out of shits to give if she was a man, woman or both. Unlike her I don’t seek to prove women are superior to men since gender superior has never meant anything to me, neither does her obsession with getting her hands on Level-One. Level-One can suck a dildo all I care; I’m only interested in giving the world the most grandest of performances by winning Test For The Best and, quite frankly, I don’t think AJP has what it takes to get the W-I-N tomorrow night.”
While saying her words Robina moved over to a ledge and lightly leaned over it. After she finished her words the camera got a tiny bit close to her, not wanting the lions to view him as a chew toy, and glanced over the ledge. It was at this moment that he realised that she was looking down towards the empty stage.
“Another disappointing piece of shit that I don’t think has what it takes is Nathaniel Havok…many times he has tried to beat The Guv’nor and every single time he has failed. Sure I’ve failed many times but I at least got that one clean victory over him while the only thing Havok has done, that could be considered as clean, is washing his face after browning so many people. Don’t believe me? Well then sunshine, why is Havok among this League of Extraordinary Wrestlers when the only thing ‘extraordinary’ about him is how wide his mouth goes when trying to hype himself up. Perhaps those three morons saw something that no one else could see but, personally, all Havok is ever going to be is hype. Sure he’s a former World Champion but, at the end of the day, hype can only get so far and it won’t get him far enough to be a threat to me.”
After finishing her words one of the lions rubbed her leg and a sweet smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to stroke both lions.
“Another man that I don’t consider as a legitimate threat is one AC Smith. I’ve already stated my view that if he should be a main eventer then why isn’t he…but I will admit that it takes talent to be a Champion for as long as he has, so perhaps he is a suitable dark horse. But you know what happens to a certain dark horse in The Last of Us? It got shot down with an arrow and tomorrow night, if Mister Smith becomes my first round opponent then I’ll do what Missis Smith couldn’t in shooting him, and his chances, down with an arrow. Hell, after I’m done with him, his carcass might make a decent snack for my cute little babies here.”
While saying her words the deranged archer continued to pet the lions and they seem to have enjoyed it as, after she finished her words, they both settled down on the floor. It was at that moment a big grin appeared on Robina’s face as she pointed at the stage.
“Be it that stage, or the ring tomorrow night, I plan on giving the entire world the grandest of performances and - to be completely honest - I want Logan Alexander to be my first round opponent the most. Either I get him or not isn’t something I can choose but I would still prefer to pick him since his chaos control, force or whatever the fuck he calls it, is brilliant for the first scene of my glorious play…the Scene of Chaos. Chaos is definitely the best word to describe what we’re going to do together Logan; we’re going to go insane…berserk…disturbing. Once our pandemonium comes to an end, one thing is going to be crystal clear. I’m going to be the one standing tall and moving on while he’s going to be on the floor with the hell beaten out of him.”
Okay, the chuckle that the young woman just gave out, after finishing her words, sounded maniacal…but doesn’t maniacs thrive in anarchy? Once she had her chuckle Robina walked pass the cameraman, possibly giving him an ass shot if he bothered to look down, and picked up a rose from a table. The camera spun around to catch Miss Hood turning around to face the camera, the rose being in both of her hands.
“But after I defeat Logan Alexander who would I want to face in the semi finals? Biggs perhaps? Well I wouldn’t blame any of you for thinking that I would want to face the Spaceman since he is a legendary figure, the main eventer of Rasslemania and probably the second biggest star on Overdrive at this very moment. The second scene of my play, the Scene of the Underdog, would probably fit him very well since defeating his mug would definitely propel me into the bigger spotlights. But…no, I don’t want Biggs in the semi finals, I think he’ll be eliminated by Gates in the semis…or at least I want that to be. Why? One, I don’t think he has ever beaten Gates. And Two…I might end up hyping him up too much only to feel bummed out when I reveal to the world that he passed his peak a year or two ago. So instead of him in the semi finals…I want to face Jair Hopkins in the semi finals.”
Jair over Biggs!?! Why would she prefer him over the Spaceman!?! The slightly darker smile that appeared on her face possibly showing her interest in answering those questions.
“Why? Because he’s horribly underrated due to his partner being a former World Champion, kind of like being the older brother to the success story. Why do I think he’s underrated? I usually avoid mentioning my opponent’s promo in my own but out of all the promos I’ve seen so far…I thought Jair’s was the most amazing. Yes, Hopkins, even though I intend on ending the second scene with myself victorious over you…you’ve officially got a fan in me. But enough of that…I ain’t going to tell you what to expect from our scene, since I don’t exactly enjoy giving spoilers, so I’m going to let you wonder what to expect. Will I beat the daylights out of you? Will I embarrass you? Will I burn your eyes with my lighter? I’ll let you wonder, ponder and fear the possibilities as all I’m going to say to you right now is this…at Test For The Best, you are going to give it your best shot and I’m going to show you that it will never be enough to keep me down.”
While saying her words Robina walked pass the camera again, all the way to her throne and comfortably sat back down upon it again. It was only after her words were finished that both lions have decided the get up, move over to her and rest down by either side of the young Brit as a cocky grin appeared on her face.
“And by the fact I’m mentioning him last must make it obvious that I expect CJ Gates to be my opponent in the finals of this year’s Test For The Best. How can you blame me though? He won the sodding thing two years ago and has rarely, if ever, lost to The Bigg Time. It is for that reason why the last scene of the night, the scene of upsets…the Scene of War…is best suited for you to be my antagonist since, for the sake of proving to APW that I’m the best around, we will be going to war with each other. Have you seen the shit I’ve done to The Guv’nor? That’s a simple pinch on the arm compared to what I’m willing to do to you, and that ridiculous hat, to certify my legacy as the ‘Best in APW, Period.’ But I ain’t just going to beat you down for certification…I’m doing it for pride, for honour, for all I have lost to get here…and for myself. When I finally defeated the Guv’nor, Dick Harris made a very good quote…she would accept losing every match in her career if she could just beat The Guv’nor once…the quote is almost perfect. So let me end this promo by correcting that line………I would accept losing every match in my career if my grandest performance ends with me winning Test For The Best…”
She surprisingly sound quite laidback as the nineteen year old said her words…this however changed when she mentioned the words that Dick said a while ago, almost as if beginning to doubt herself. Yet Robina pushed herself through this doubt as she said her final sentence. The look in her eyes while saying them showed how serious she’s being. Moments after finishing her word Robina softly lets go of the rose and when it touched the floor a bright light suddenly blast out, the scene ending at this as well as to the sound of two lions roaring.
He decides to be slower with his approach, in case she originally ran out of fear, as she seems to be fixated at what is in her hands, even though her back faces the camera. After a fifth step the girl’s right hand snapped out, a red rose flying out of that very hand. Being thrown the flower took very little time to touch the floor and the moment it did a blinding light flashed. When the cameraman uncovered his eyes, as the camera regained focus, he was completely shocked at what is in front of him. They are back in a Roman Colosseum and in front of him, sitting on emperor’s throne, is none other than Robina Hood. In her red dress, with a semi-transparent section on the lower half of it, she sat there quite comfortably yet that wasn’t what has the cameraman’s attention.
“Want to say hello to my little friends?”
Robina asked in a cocky way since she knew that the camera’s attention is mainly on the two lions. You’ve read that right…at both sides of her thrones is a lion as, after she said her words, one of them raised up and rested its head on her lap. In return the Englishwoman began to affectionately stroke it while her eyes didn’t move away from the camera.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and don’t mind the lions, they won’t do anything without my permission. Why won’t they disobey me? Because, in the nude, I choked their vicious former leader to death…so these cuties are now my ever-loving pets. I’ve passed the test of lions and this Sunday, I have the chance to pass the test to officially call myself to best in Action Packed Wrestling. What’s in between me and the performance of a lifetime? Nine puppets that wants to be the main act…am I worried about these marionettes? Hell no, I’m the Master of Puppets and I’ll be the one passing the test this year. How will I do so? I’m going to win this year’s Test For The Best tournament.”
Confidently said words by a confident looking young woman as she continued to stroke the lion. Earlier today the cameraman spent the majority of his time watching repeats of Robina’s promos, so now he isn’t blushing at all and the young woman gave him a complimentary smile without breaking character.
“But who will be the antagonist of tomorrow’s scene? Could it be Jace Savage, a fellow Meltdown representative who has been labelled as an underdog in this tournament? If you ever think he could win the entire thing then you seriously need your head to be checked on. Everything about him, from his baby face to his goofy name, screams out just one word…loser. Hell I don’t believe he genuinely wants to win this tournament. He wants my friend Sienna to disappear yet his revolution is more a joke than Mister Dangerous’ win-loss record, so there is no way that she should even waste her time taking this Savage kid seriously, since he’s bound to fall flat on his face again. Actually, now I think about it, he’s probably going to be too preoccupied with Iron Nightmare to actually focus on his matches…so he definitely won’t be worth sharing my spotlight with.”
The Damsel of the Woods was quite haughty when speaking about Jace, the lion moving its head off her lap as she finished them. She puffed out her chest in pride after muttering her final few words, a confident grin appearing on her face as if she knows she is going to win the tournament or something.
“Another man that I don’t believe have what it takes to go to the finals is Christian Kane, hell I actually think he’ll be one of the chaps who goes out in the very first round. Sure he talks a good game but what has he done to back up such talk? He loses every single pay-per-view match he takes part in, a man like him could seriously take the easiest of roles and make it look impossible to do…in a bad way. Why don’t I think he’ll make the semi finals? Because the words ‘super sexy’ doesn’t make him any better than the average Neanderthal that will be attendance. And compared to the other entrants he ain’t anything special. Christian Kane can be a future product but this puppet is boring and there is no way something as dull as him should ever be put in the same scene as me. So after this contest is over, I plan on throwing that puppet in the bin, since beating him will be so easy that it’s a waste of both my time and effort.”
The Emo Princess seem to be very self-assured of herself at the moment, especially when she considers one ‘Christian Kane’ to be too ‘dull’ to be in her spotlight. She giggled after finishing her words and decided to push herself up from the throne. The moment she was up straight both lions up moved closer to the young woman.
“Another person that is boring is one Aubrey Parker…yes I just called Aubrey boring. Hell I purposely chose to never watch Asylum just to avoid her constantly lacklustre performance…sure I can make one of her matches at least passable but that would be the biggest waste of talent in wrestling history. Sure we’re both women but I ain’t going to wish her luck for having the same gender as me…I honestly ran out of shits to give if she was a man, woman or both. Unlike her I don’t seek to prove women are superior to men since gender superior has never meant anything to me, neither does her obsession with getting her hands on Level-One. Level-One can suck a dildo all I care; I’m only interested in giving the world the most grandest of performances by winning Test For The Best and, quite frankly, I don’t think AJP has what it takes to get the W-I-N tomorrow night.”
While saying her words Robina moved over to a ledge and lightly leaned over it. After she finished her words the camera got a tiny bit close to her, not wanting the lions to view him as a chew toy, and glanced over the ledge. It was at this moment that he realised that she was looking down towards the empty stage.
“Another disappointing piece of shit that I don’t think has what it takes is Nathaniel Havok…many times he has tried to beat The Guv’nor and every single time he has failed. Sure I’ve failed many times but I at least got that one clean victory over him while the only thing Havok has done, that could be considered as clean, is washing his face after browning so many people. Don’t believe me? Well then sunshine, why is Havok among this League of Extraordinary Wrestlers when the only thing ‘extraordinary’ about him is how wide his mouth goes when trying to hype himself up. Perhaps those three morons saw something that no one else could see but, personally, all Havok is ever going to be is hype. Sure he’s a former World Champion but, at the end of the day, hype can only get so far and it won’t get him far enough to be a threat to me.”
After finishing her words one of the lions rubbed her leg and a sweet smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to stroke both lions.
“Another man that I don’t consider as a legitimate threat is one AC Smith. I’ve already stated my view that if he should be a main eventer then why isn’t he…but I will admit that it takes talent to be a Champion for as long as he has, so perhaps he is a suitable dark horse. But you know what happens to a certain dark horse in The Last of Us? It got shot down with an arrow and tomorrow night, if Mister Smith becomes my first round opponent then I’ll do what Missis Smith couldn’t in shooting him, and his chances, down with an arrow. Hell, after I’m done with him, his carcass might make a decent snack for my cute little babies here.”
While saying her words the deranged archer continued to pet the lions and they seem to have enjoyed it as, after she finished her words, they both settled down on the floor. It was at that moment a big grin appeared on Robina’s face as she pointed at the stage.
“Be it that stage, or the ring tomorrow night, I plan on giving the entire world the grandest of performances and - to be completely honest - I want Logan Alexander to be my first round opponent the most. Either I get him or not isn’t something I can choose but I would still prefer to pick him since his chaos control, force or whatever the fuck he calls it, is brilliant for the first scene of my glorious play…the Scene of Chaos. Chaos is definitely the best word to describe what we’re going to do together Logan; we’re going to go insane…berserk…disturbing. Once our pandemonium comes to an end, one thing is going to be crystal clear. I’m going to be the one standing tall and moving on while he’s going to be on the floor with the hell beaten out of him.”
Okay, the chuckle that the young woman just gave out, after finishing her words, sounded maniacal…but doesn’t maniacs thrive in anarchy? Once she had her chuckle Robina walked pass the cameraman, possibly giving him an ass shot if he bothered to look down, and picked up a rose from a table. The camera spun around to catch Miss Hood turning around to face the camera, the rose being in both of her hands.
“But after I defeat Logan Alexander who would I want to face in the semi finals? Biggs perhaps? Well I wouldn’t blame any of you for thinking that I would want to face the Spaceman since he is a legendary figure, the main eventer of Rasslemania and probably the second biggest star on Overdrive at this very moment. The second scene of my play, the Scene of the Underdog, would probably fit him very well since defeating his mug would definitely propel me into the bigger spotlights. But…no, I don’t want Biggs in the semi finals, I think he’ll be eliminated by Gates in the semis…or at least I want that to be. Why? One, I don’t think he has ever beaten Gates. And Two…I might end up hyping him up too much only to feel bummed out when I reveal to the world that he passed his peak a year or two ago. So instead of him in the semi finals…I want to face Jair Hopkins in the semi finals.”
Jair over Biggs!?! Why would she prefer him over the Spaceman!?! The slightly darker smile that appeared on her face possibly showing her interest in answering those questions.
“Why? Because he’s horribly underrated due to his partner being a former World Champion, kind of like being the older brother to the success story. Why do I think he’s underrated? I usually avoid mentioning my opponent’s promo in my own but out of all the promos I’ve seen so far…I thought Jair’s was the most amazing. Yes, Hopkins, even though I intend on ending the second scene with myself victorious over you…you’ve officially got a fan in me. But enough of that…I ain’t going to tell you what to expect from our scene, since I don’t exactly enjoy giving spoilers, so I’m going to let you wonder what to expect. Will I beat the daylights out of you? Will I embarrass you? Will I burn your eyes with my lighter? I’ll let you wonder, ponder and fear the possibilities as all I’m going to say to you right now is this…at Test For The Best, you are going to give it your best shot and I’m going to show you that it will never be enough to keep me down.”
While saying her words Robina walked pass the camera again, all the way to her throne and comfortably sat back down upon it again. It was only after her words were finished that both lions have decided the get up, move over to her and rest down by either side of the young Brit as a cocky grin appeared on her face.
“And by the fact I’m mentioning him last must make it obvious that I expect CJ Gates to be my opponent in the finals of this year’s Test For The Best. How can you blame me though? He won the sodding thing two years ago and has rarely, if ever, lost to The Bigg Time. It is for that reason why the last scene of the night, the scene of upsets…the Scene of War…is best suited for you to be my antagonist since, for the sake of proving to APW that I’m the best around, we will be going to war with each other. Have you seen the shit I’ve done to The Guv’nor? That’s a simple pinch on the arm compared to what I’m willing to do to you, and that ridiculous hat, to certify my legacy as the ‘Best in APW, Period.’ But I ain’t just going to beat you down for certification…I’m doing it for pride, for honour, for all I have lost to get here…and for myself. When I finally defeated the Guv’nor, Dick Harris made a very good quote…she would accept losing every match in her career if she could just beat The Guv’nor once…the quote is almost perfect. So let me end this promo by correcting that line………I would accept losing every match in my career if my grandest performance ends with me winning Test For The Best…”
She surprisingly sound quite laidback as the nineteen year old said her words…this however changed when she mentioned the words that Dick said a while ago, almost as if beginning to doubt herself. Yet Robina pushed herself through this doubt as she said her final sentence. The look in her eyes while saying them showed how serious she’s being. Moments after finishing her word Robina softly lets go of the rose and when it touched the floor a bright light suddenly blast out, the scene ending at this as well as to the sound of two lions roaring.
