Post by B.A. Styles on Oct 27, 2013 10:34:53 GMT -4
act 2
act 3
From what I understand, the time in the UK when I posted this is 2:35PM and, from what Fizz say, the deadline is at 3:00PM.
Just saying it just to clarify myself, lol.
Eighteen days has passed since I shot my promo in Paris and now I’m every word I said…hell I couldn’t even beat Niobe Martin when I needed the win more than she could ever imagine. I have only just arrived at this hotel at Tokyo and some of the locals, who can’t seem to tell the different between keyfable and real life, are already flocking outside, demanding for me to leave their city. Ungrateful bastards…but with Shannon, my cousin Chris and Rafael in America I am all alone in this land of people that has zero interest in saying something nice…or even anything that isn’t an insult. What has happened to me? I use to inspire shock, fear and awe from any crowd I’m in front of…but now they don’t want me to even exist. They’re all cruel, so cruel, but I wonder…why has this all happened now?
Hav-Have I lost my edge? Could that be why I’m so…weak…compared to who I was when I started? Did I become complacent after I win the North American Championship? I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to when I started to suck and slap myself. Hm…the Tardis could do since it looks cool and it can blend in at many places. Ah stop trailing off damn it! I gripped onto my pillow tightly and continued to cry, quiet vocally, into it while my legs were kicking around madly as if trying to get off the lap of somebody who is spanking you. I know Shannon is busy in America trying to get ready for her in-ring return but why couldn’t she come to Japan with me and keep me company. She could help me feel……better………
Could that be it!?! Could that be the reason why I’ve gone so fucking soft!?! I depend so much on others - like how I’ve depended on my friend Sienna throughout my time on Meltdown - that I’ve accidentally lost my own independence. This is not good, not good at all…but how can I turn this all around? My head seems certain yet my heart seems lost. So after a while I finally let my nails out of the pillow and sluggishly got off the bed before dragging my almost limp body towards the bathroom. I practically flopped my arms down on the sink as I look at the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. The black makeup is pouring down those sickly pale cheeks. That nose is so badly portioned that it is ridiculous. And those eyes, oh god those eyes are so pitiful…the entire thing is pitiful. So pitiful in fact that only five lips could leave my lips.
“What happened to you, Megan?”
I couldn’t help but ask my reflection that question. I was never as pretty as any of my opponents but my god I’m ugly on this mirror. I twist the cold water handle and let the water pour out into the sink for a good five minutes before cupping my hands under the tap. Using the water that my cupped hands captured I began to wash my face. It didn’t take long for me to get the ruined black makeup off my face. Yet I still look so ugly…weakness is ugliness. I know Shannon would say I’m beautiful but I know I’m ugly. I’m so stupid. There is no way that I could ever possibly stand a chance against those three talented women. Especially considering I can’t seem to get anything right without somebody’s help. But how can I turn all of this around? Amy has beaten me many times, Shione beat my ass so cleanly that my status as a megastar is in severe question and I’ve only won once since debuting on Overdrive.
With an enrage, yet feeble compared to my previous ones, scream my right hand turned into a fist and I threw it at the mirror, easily ignoring the pain surging through my hand as the mirror shatter into pieces…shatter…wait a second! I might have a game plan for this match! Shatter the trust between Amy and Shione! I ain’t no idiot, they’re both going to double team me at the first opportunity yet if I play my cards right then I can make them doubt each other and then, at the moment where their trust temporarily crumble, I’ll go all angry and beat the shit out of them. Sure, being stripped by someone that isn’t me or Shannon sounds embarrassing…but I’m willing to sacrifice some dignity to become Champion again.
Oh, my knuckles are bleeding…I better wrap that up before trying to find a gym, since there is no such thing as too much training.
Hav-Have I lost my edge? Could that be why I’m so…weak…compared to who I was when I started? Did I become complacent after I win the North American Championship? I wish I had a time machine so I could go back to when I started to suck and slap myself. Hm…the Tardis could do since it looks cool and it can blend in at many places. Ah stop trailing off damn it! I gripped onto my pillow tightly and continued to cry, quiet vocally, into it while my legs were kicking around madly as if trying to get off the lap of somebody who is spanking you. I know Shannon is busy in America trying to get ready for her in-ring return but why couldn’t she come to Japan with me and keep me company. She could help me feel……better………
Could that be it!?! Could that be the reason why I’ve gone so fucking soft!?! I depend so much on others - like how I’ve depended on my friend Sienna throughout my time on Meltdown - that I’ve accidentally lost my own independence. This is not good, not good at all…but how can I turn this all around? My head seems certain yet my heart seems lost. So after a while I finally let my nails out of the pillow and sluggishly got off the bed before dragging my almost limp body towards the bathroom. I practically flopped my arms down on the sink as I look at the most hideous thing I’ve ever seen. The black makeup is pouring down those sickly pale cheeks. That nose is so badly portioned that it is ridiculous. And those eyes, oh god those eyes are so pitiful…the entire thing is pitiful. So pitiful in fact that only five lips could leave my lips.
“What happened to you, Megan?”
I couldn’t help but ask my reflection that question. I was never as pretty as any of my opponents but my god I’m ugly on this mirror. I twist the cold water handle and let the water pour out into the sink for a good five minutes before cupping my hands under the tap. Using the water that my cupped hands captured I began to wash my face. It didn’t take long for me to get the ruined black makeup off my face. Yet I still look so ugly…weakness is ugliness. I know Shannon would say I’m beautiful but I know I’m ugly. I’m so stupid. There is no way that I could ever possibly stand a chance against those three talented women. Especially considering I can’t seem to get anything right without somebody’s help. But how can I turn all of this around? Amy has beaten me many times, Shione beat my ass so cleanly that my status as a megastar is in severe question and I’ve only won once since debuting on Overdrive.
With an enrage, yet feeble compared to my previous ones, scream my right hand turned into a fist and I threw it at the mirror, easily ignoring the pain surging through my hand as the mirror shatter into pieces…shatter…wait a second! I might have a game plan for this match! Shatter the trust between Amy and Shione! I ain’t no idiot, they’re both going to double team me at the first opportunity yet if I play my cards right then I can make them doubt each other and then, at the moment where their trust temporarily crumble, I’ll go all angry and beat the shit out of them. Sure, being stripped by someone that isn’t me or Shannon sounds embarrassing…but I’m willing to sacrifice some dignity to become Champion again.
Oh, my knuckles are bleeding…I better wrap that up before trying to find a gym, since there is no such thing as too much training.
act 3
“What should I wear?”
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…a Japanese lingerie shop. The nineteen year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Robina momentarily drifted her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tonight I’m going to face Zinger Girl, the hometown bitch and some failure calling herself a ‘Perfect Ten’ in a four way match…the kind of four way match that requires people to be stripped to their bra and panties before being pinned or made to submit. Obviously I’m going to win this match, thus reclaiming my North American Championship, without breaking a sweat at all…so I feel a little bit guilty. Obviously all you Japanese wankers aren’t showing up to six smelly people in an ugly chamber, neither are you here for a World Title match between two men who are hiding their affections for each other from the public eye. Instead you are all coming to Tokyo to see my dazzling beauty in my bra and panties. What I truly feel guilty about though is that, due to me going to win this match without much effort, none of you will get to see what I wear under my gear. So, being the sweetheart that I am, I’m going to let you all watch as I try possible options for what I’ll wear tonight. Consider this a gift from the Future of Action Packed Wrestling.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Robina has something planned to help her win this fatal four way match. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Hood exhibits. Yet the way ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ sounded so pompously cocky that it was almost like Sienna Harrison said those words herself.
“Yes, you heard me right, I have referred to myself as the future of this company. Hell if you’ve managed to make the APW Champion herself jealous then you’re definitely going to have a bright future…unlike Kaylyn James Evans. She is otherwise known as the new Niobe Martin and trust me when I say this, that is not a compliment. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you came out with a dog collar as well as a tattoo on your butt saying ‘property of Level-One.’ If you haven’t caught my drift yet then I’ll make it so simple that even somebody with as low of a level of intellect as you can understand. I don’t hate you, I never did, not even when you cost that damn tag team match a while ago. Instead I pity you. You are pathetic, you are worthless and you are not even worth any of my time.
Yet, fuelled by your severe lack of common sense, you decided to jump onto my show and force your way into my, suppose to be, rematch with Amy Zing. So for that reason I will have to give you a little bit of my attention yet I’m not worried at all…I can easily destroy you before the crowd could say ‘you suck.’ Oh, am I afraid of you or the guy you’re leaching on? Fuck no, I can kick your ass with both my hands handcuffed behind my back and I’m certainly not afraid of your flavour of the month. Hell, put me in the ring with Level-One and I’ll cripple him. But if you really want to get in my way of success then I won’t stop you from entering the arena…I will however not stop myself from making you realise that your decision will always be the worst choice you’ve ever made.”
While saying her first batch of words the nineteen year old slowly walked into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘my time’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out stepped the forest gal. the first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the purple haired dynamo slowly walked over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hip to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon Robina’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look,” *giggle* “But I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on extracting on that Japanese bitch Shione Ōshima. Hell I rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Shione’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for Halloween. That reminds me…what are you going to do for Halloween? I’m just wondering since I’m certain that even a shit-hole like Japan celebrates Halloween…doesn’t it? Well, since I’m a kind person, I’ll be more than happy to give you advice on what to dress up as for the thirty-first. First piece of advice, do not dress up as a vampire since, sorry to admit it, but you’re way too podgy to be a convincing vampire. We could try zombies since your level of intellect is the same as a typical zombie…but nah, way too unoriginal. Even a lackey like you deserve to stand out. Wait I’ve got it, the perfect thing for you dress up as…a gargoyle! It’ll be perfect for the likes of you since you’re a bit overweight, smelly and we’d need to do is stick some gray clothes on you, as well as some gray plastic wings, since your face is way more than ugly enough to become the perfect gargoyle.
There is also another reason I classify you as a gargoyle, Shione. You want to know why? Because you’re strong. You’re phenomenally strong. I made the mistake of underestimating you in our match a few weeks ago yet now, after experiencing it firsthand as well as watching you perform, I’ve finally realise how strong you really are. So not only do you have the size advantage but you also have the strength advantage, an advantage I wanted to have. So what should I do? I worry not. For while you are strong and Amy is fast…I am the most intellectually superior person in the entire match and I’ll use that to my advantage. How? Look at your buddy Amy Zing. Even though she lacks the guts to tell you, she is using you to further her own career. Evidence? Look at her success before you arrived…it’s non-existent. She is using you while you are too stupid to accept that reality and tonight I’m going to capitalise on that stupidity.”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bullying bitch with the way she began to talk about Shione…yet the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth. The perfect gargoyle…that is not nice at all yet it was at this moment that the nineteen year old came back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two pokeballs while her panties were pure white with a another pokeball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokemon fan, it was rather obvious - at least to those that know the young Brit - that she would choose to model this pair. Considering that Japan is were Pokemon was made, it made some sense to see such undergarments as the female provocatively made her way to the camera before continuing to speak.
“But then again…maybe Shione is using you, Amy, as a stepping stone to fame and glory. Hell she might have only helped you steal my Title because she knew it would be easier to win the belt off you than it is to win it off me. Sure this event marks a full year since you joined APW but there is not going to be some congratulatory cake welcoming you. Instead I’m going to be there to put an end to the mistake known as your Title reign. The war I’ve waged earlier in the year made that belt relevant yet it only too you one night to not only undo all the blood, sweat and tears I gave for that belt…but also made that belt more of a joke than the Emerald Assassin and even he’s better than you. I ain’t going to bitch on and on, and on even more about what I’ve done to get that belt in the first place but instead I’m going to help you spot something that will stop you from winning the match. It isn’t, neither is it the fact you only have a twenty-five percent chance of winning the match.
The problem is your friend Shione…I know that you two are very close yet, being the long-term fan that I am, I’ve seen it happen time and time again. In a every person for him or herself kind of match, especially when there a Championship is on the line, families and friends get consumed by greed and betray each other, thus becoming the worst of enemies. Heh, it is a simple matter of when, not if, she’ll stab you in the back and steal that Title how like she helped you steal it from me. But as for helping you with this problem…I’m going to sit back, enjoy the view and capitalise on the opportunity you two are going to give me. I don’t like you Amy, I don’t respect you…I hate you specifically. So while I will not help you in any shape or form…I will warn you that even though I will win our match, I will make damn sure that you’ll leave as the broken hag you really are.”
After the first two or three sentences Miss Hood opted to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model as she did so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be anymore revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokemon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘winning the match’ departed from her lips Miss Hood re-emerged from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since Robina is from England, as the Iron Maiden seductively made her way over to the recording device before speaking up once more.
“To be honest I think we all deserve to be in this match for each of us have our own unique kind of ring skills, yes even Kaylyn James Evan have some skill in her, and I will admit that this match could be quite an interesting experience. Hell together this match could end up being worthy of the North American Championship but there is one thing that you all should know. While everyone here is the best at what they can do…I am simply better for I am the Perfect Megastar. Sure I seem to have lost my edge but tonight I’m going to regain that edge and give all these Japanese idiot the greatest performance they’ll ever see for it’ll be a master class among master classes as this scene of ours, the Scene of Restoration, shall end with you all on your backs and standing tall with the North American Champion back to where it belongs.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-entered the booth the nineteen year old’s words began to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she referred to herself as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approached the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kissed the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“See you three tonight.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile began a bit bigger. It was also after saying those words that she walked away…however the camera turned to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tonight? Or is her girlfriend Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?
Weird words to start up a promo as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location this time round? Out of all places…a Japanese lingerie shop. The nineteen year old is wearing a skirt, with a granadilla shade of purple, and a Dir En Gray t-shirt yet in her left hand are a blood red pair of panties with a matching bra while her other hand is holding a violet piece of underwear that exhibitionists would normally wear. But why is the young woman in this shop at this specific time? It looks like this question might get answered as Robina momentarily drifted her attention towards the recording device.
“Well I did just ask you a question. Tonight I’m going to face Zinger Girl, the hometown bitch and some failure calling herself a ‘Perfect Ten’ in a four way match…the kind of four way match that requires people to be stripped to their bra and panties before being pinned or made to submit. Obviously I’m going to win this match, thus reclaiming my North American Championship, without breaking a sweat at all…so I feel a little bit guilty. Obviously all you Japanese wankers aren’t showing up to six smelly people in an ugly chamber, neither are you here for a World Title match between two men who are hiding their affections for each other from the public eye. Instead you are all coming to Tokyo to see my dazzling beauty in my bra and panties. What I truly feel guilty about though is that, due to me going to win this match without much effort, none of you will get to see what I wear under my gear. So, being the sweetheart that I am, I’m going to let you all watch as I try possible options for what I’ll wear tonight. Consider this a gift from the Future of Action Packed Wrestling.”
So cocky…so arrogant…it’s almost as if Robina has something planned to help her win this fatal four way match. Yet the cameraman wasn’t interested in that; like the viewers of this promo, he’s going to be more interested in what underwear Miss Hood exhibits. Yet the way ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ sounded so pompously cocky that it was almost like Sienna Harrison said those words herself.
“Yes, you heard me right, I have referred to myself as the future of this company. Hell if you’ve managed to make the APW Champion herself jealous then you’re definitely going to have a bright future…unlike Kaylyn James Evans. She is otherwise known as the new Niobe Martin and trust me when I say this, that is not a compliment. Hell I wouldn’t be surprised if you came out with a dog collar as well as a tattoo on your butt saying ‘property of Level-One.’ If you haven’t caught my drift yet then I’ll make it so simple that even somebody with as low of a level of intellect as you can understand. I don’t hate you, I never did, not even when you cost that damn tag team match a while ago. Instead I pity you. You are pathetic, you are worthless and you are not even worth any of my time.
Yet, fuelled by your severe lack of common sense, you decided to jump onto my show and force your way into my, suppose to be, rematch with Amy Zing. So for that reason I will have to give you a little bit of my attention yet I’m not worried at all…I can easily destroy you before the crowd could say ‘you suck.’ Oh, am I afraid of you or the guy you’re leaching on? Fuck no, I can kick your ass with both my hands handcuffed behind my back and I’m certainly not afraid of your flavour of the month. Hell, put me in the ring with Level-One and I’ll cripple him. But if you really want to get in my way of success then I won’t stop you from entering the arena…I will however not stop myself from making you realise that your decision will always be the worst choice you’ve ever made.”
While saying her first batch of words the nineteen year old slowly walked into one of the changing booths and closed the curtain behind herself before beginning to put on a randomly chose part of underwear. The moment ‘my time’ departs from her lips the curtain swung open and out stepped the forest gal. the first undergarments she has chosen to model is a dark purple bra that barely cover her nipples with a matching pair of panties that covers the front but leaves nothing at back for the imagination. While speaking her second batch of words the purple haired dynamo slowly walked over towards the camera as if on a catwalk, even remembering to do the old shake of the hip to inadvertently cause the camera operator to wolf whistle her. This wolf whistle however brought a mighty grin upon Robina’s face as she gave the camera a little wink.
“I’ll take it that you like how I look,” *giggle* “But I will warn you that one thing that will absolutely not be visually pleasing is the bloodthirsty beating I plan on extracting on that Japanese bitch Shione Ōshima. Hell I rip my clothes a little bit, paint myself in Shione’s blood and I’ll make a perfect zombie for Halloween. That reminds me…what are you going to do for Halloween? I’m just wondering since I’m certain that even a shit-hole like Japan celebrates Halloween…doesn’t it? Well, since I’m a kind person, I’ll be more than happy to give you advice on what to dress up as for the thirty-first. First piece of advice, do not dress up as a vampire since, sorry to admit it, but you’re way too podgy to be a convincing vampire. We could try zombies since your level of intellect is the same as a typical zombie…but nah, way too unoriginal. Even a lackey like you deserve to stand out. Wait I’ve got it, the perfect thing for you dress up as…a gargoyle! It’ll be perfect for the likes of you since you’re a bit overweight, smelly and we’d need to do is stick some gray clothes on you, as well as some gray plastic wings, since your face is way more than ugly enough to become the perfect gargoyle.
There is also another reason I classify you as a gargoyle, Shione. You want to know why? Because you’re strong. You’re phenomenally strong. I made the mistake of underestimating you in our match a few weeks ago yet now, after experiencing it firsthand as well as watching you perform, I’ve finally realise how strong you really are. So not only do you have the size advantage but you also have the strength advantage, an advantage I wanted to have. So what should I do? I worry not. For while you are strong and Amy is fast…I am the most intellectually superior person in the entire match and I’ll use that to my advantage. How? Look at your buddy Amy Zing. Even though she lacks the guts to tell you, she is using you to further her own career. Evidence? Look at her success before you arrived…it’s non-existent. She is using you while you are too stupid to accept that reality and tonight I’m going to capitalise on that stupidity.”
Okay, now she is turning into some kind of bullying bitch with the way she began to talk about Shione…yet the cameraman’s attention was more focused upon trying to into drool at the site of the semi-naked female as she makes her way back into the booth. The perfect gargoyle…that is not nice at all yet it was at this moment that the nineteen year old came back out. Her bra does cover more than the last one did as this one could possibly assemble two pokeballs while her panties were pure white with a another pokeball printed on the back. Being a vivid Pokemon fan, it was rather obvious - at least to those that know the young Brit - that she would choose to model this pair. Considering that Japan is were Pokemon was made, it made some sense to see such undergarments as the female provocatively made her way to the camera before continuing to speak.
“But then again…maybe Shione is using you, Amy, as a stepping stone to fame and glory. Hell she might have only helped you steal my Title because she knew it would be easier to win the belt off you than it is to win it off me. Sure this event marks a full year since you joined APW but there is not going to be some congratulatory cake welcoming you. Instead I’m going to be there to put an end to the mistake known as your Title reign. The war I’ve waged earlier in the year made that belt relevant yet it only too you one night to not only undo all the blood, sweat and tears I gave for that belt…but also made that belt more of a joke than the Emerald Assassin and even he’s better than you. I ain’t going to bitch on and on, and on even more about what I’ve done to get that belt in the first place but instead I’m going to help you spot something that will stop you from winning the match. It isn’t, neither is it the fact you only have a twenty-five percent chance of winning the match.
The problem is your friend Shione…I know that you two are very close yet, being the long-term fan that I am, I’ve seen it happen time and time again. In a every person for him or herself kind of match, especially when there a Championship is on the line, families and friends get consumed by greed and betray each other, thus becoming the worst of enemies. Heh, it is a simple matter of when, not if, she’ll stab you in the back and steal that Title how like she helped you steal it from me. But as for helping you with this problem…I’m going to sit back, enjoy the view and capitalise on the opportunity you two are going to give me. I don’t like you Amy, I don’t respect you…I hate you specifically. So while I will not help you in any shape or form…I will warn you that even though I will win our match, I will make damn sure that you’ll leave as the broken hag you really are.”
After the first two or three sentences Miss Hood opted to make her way back to the booth, managing to still walk like a professional swimsuit model as she did so. From the fact that the closing time of the shop is soon, it would be easy to believe that the bra and panties she is choosing to model is going to be last one she does before ending the promo. Obviously it can’t be anymore revealing than the first option and definitely cannot be anymore childish than the Pokemon themed pair. So what would the choice be? The moment the words ‘winning the match’ departed from her lips Miss Hood re-emerged from the booth in…well…the bra is a mixture of red, white and blue while the panties does reveal the lower third of her rear while is basically patterned with the Union Jack. Maybe this option should have been pretty obvious, since Robina is from England, as the Iron Maiden seductively made her way over to the recording device before speaking up once more.
“To be honest I think we all deserve to be in this match for each of us have our own unique kind of ring skills, yes even Kaylyn James Evan have some skill in her, and I will admit that this match could be quite an interesting experience. Hell together this match could end up being worthy of the North American Championship but there is one thing that you all should know. While everyone here is the best at what they can do…I am simply better for I am the Perfect Megastar. Sure I seem to have lost my edge but tonight I’m going to regain that edge and give all these Japanese idiot the greatest performance they’ll ever see for it’ll be a master class among master classes as this scene of ours, the Scene of Restoration, shall end with you all on your backs and standing tall with the North American Champion back to where it belongs.”
Halfway through her words the Emo Princess decided to go back into the changing booth. The moment she re-entered the booth the nineteen year old’s words began to be spoken at a much slower rate. Yet the moment she referred to herself as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ the female came back out in her original clothes. As she approached the camera it began obvious she is holding all three pairs of underwear. At the moment she finished her words the young Brit gently kissed the camera lens before smiling in a childishly angelic fashion.
“See you three tonight.”
After saying those three simple words the Emo Princess’ smile began a bit bigger. It was also after saying those words that she walked away…however the camera turned to see her heading towards the counter. She’s actually going to buy all three? Is she planning to wear one of those pairs tonight? Or is her girlfriend Shannon going to get a surprise when the Brit returns to her?
From what I understand, the time in the UK when I posted this is 2:35PM and, from what Fizz say, the deadline is at 3:00PM.
Just saying it just to clarify myself, lol.
