Post by B.A. Styles on Feb 17, 2013 15:26:39 GMT -4
Microsoft Office Word & Microsoft Work Word Processor both say that my RP (discounting the coding) is altogether 1994 words, thank god I did some last minute trimming, lol.
Anyway...enjoy!!! ^_^
The cigarette remained in the purple haired diva’s mouth as she spoke out her words but after calling her tag partner ‘Borat’s Finnish cousin’ her hands moved up, with her right holding the zipper and began to unzip her jacket. Once she finished unzipping the jacket the young Brit got one arm out of the jacket and by the time she finished her questions about the ‘Made In Hackney’ megastar, she took off the jacket but instead of simply putting it to the side Robina’s left hand kept hold of it as the jacket was draped over her shoulder. The purple haired dynamo then used her head to motion to the cameraman that she wants him to be by her side before beginning to walk down the corridor, so the camera operator immediately ran to get a couple of feet to the right of the female before simply walking at a similar pace to hers, so the camera wouldn’t miss her upper body as the female began to speak up yet again, the Fozzy t-shirt she was wearing could be easily seen.
“I could possibly make an entire promo about my answer but instead I’m just going to straight up say my answer in a way that even the thickest of New Yorker could understand…no. I’m not as impressed as others could be, considering that this main event is simply Alexander Duvall’s plan of ‘revenge’ for Guv’nor embarrassing him last week. I also think that this berk is no more near experienced enough to know how important ratings are, let alone gather any. And has utterly no chance in hell of becoming the next North American Champion…yes, if you discount last week’s double triumph, Young Mannie is a pitiful excuse of a Champion. Hell, a month or so ago he was like a lost puppy when his Uncle Charlie got taken out. But there is utterly no way that you will ever become the North American Champion Guv’nor. And while I could end up making a list of reasons, like how your girlfriend Cheryl is bound to do something stupid thus putting shame not only on yourself but also on the entire Meltdown brand…I think I’ll just tell you the most simplest of reasons, a five foot six reason that came from Sherwood Forest, me.
Sure you are bigger, stronger and probably more technically sound than I am but at the end of the day only the tough and the most ruthless can actually win a fight…and while some sexist men would call women inferior, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am not only tougher than you but I’m more ruthless now than you’ll ever hope to become. Yes I’ve heard that you’ve spent quite a decent amount of your life fighting on the streets and while I must admit such a thing sounds relaxingly enjoyable…it just further proves that I am smarter than you, hell my decision of siding with Sienna from day one is simple enough proof alone that I am vastly superior in intelligence compared to you. But why should we give much attention to who is smart than who? I for one am actually looking forward to our match tomorrow since, unlike other pieces of trash I’ve seen on the roster *coughKaylyncough*, you look like somebody that I could end up having a blast fighting against. I know some people might not be so thrilled with thoughts of a relative newcomer instantly appearing in the main event but, at the end of the day, they’re simply jealous because none of them are good enough to main event Sienna’s Meltdown.”[/color]
As she spoke out her words they walked down the corridor, passing construction crew member after construction crew member. Her eyes kept looking towards the direction she is heading but with her eyes glanced over to the camera after every three lines so the cameraman didn’t drift away for a moment. The cough didn’t avoid the cameraman’s attention but he didn’t say anything as the purple haired lady stopped and turned to face the camera before walking past it. The camera immediately turned around to see that she has arrived at the women’s locker room and after she finished her latest batch of words she opened the door.
“I do know that our match is going to be a tag team match, meaning that we’ll be hindered by morons that want to bask in our glory, but please understand that the beating you’re going to take from me isn’t going to have anymore vindictiveness than the beatings I’ve given all the idiots I’ve previously stepped into the ring against…for we hardly know much about each other. And I’m only in this match because Sienna wanted me to, so you can guarantee that I am not aiming to humble or permanently cripple you no matter how much Duvall might plead me to do so. But while you can guarantee that I’m Duvall’s lapdog, I guarantee you that I will beat you…no matter how much of an annoying prat Tuhoa is. You want to know why? One word gives you the reason why…not because Duvall wants to teach you a lesson on respect, not because Valo so desperately needs to look good and definitely not because Young Mannie is shitting bricks about you…that one word is…perfection.”[/color]
As the forest-dweller began her newest set of words Robina walked into the room and the cameraman quickly followed her, shutting the door behind himself. Halfway through those words the young Englishwoman got over to the bench and it was only moments before she said the word ‘perfection’ she decided gently sit down upon it. Once she sat down on the bench the camera zoomed out to see her whole frame, inadvertently seeing that a brace is no longer around her right knee.
“You try and design the perfect megastar and you’ll simply construct a second me. You type perfection onto Google then pressed on ’I’m feeling lucky’ and you’ll be instantly thrown onto YouTube to see a clip of me cracking a chair straight into Niobe Martin’s face. And if you actually look up the word perfect in a dictionary you will not see a bunch of words describing it, instead you get a picture of me. I’ve been known as ‘Sienna’s Perfect Megastar’ and no matter what losers from Los Angeles say, it is me…I am the ‘Perfect Megastar’ or at least almost perfect. The only thing I need to truly reach perfection is the North American Title and it is a matter of when I’ll become the North American Champion, not if, but to help me get one step closer I am going to defeat you Lenny Lansbury. No matter how much you try to resist and no matter how much of your arsenal you try to use on me, the conclusion is just going to be the same as I’m going to tell you right now…I’m going to defeat you. So, after I’m done with you, be a good governor and stop being such a blooming nuisance.
But there is a good side to losing Guv’nor, like there is one good side of these annoying tag team matches, and it is the fact that you’re not necessary the one going to get your ass kicked. For you have the rather bizarre Mister Dangerous by your side who, from what little information I found out about him, is nothing more than a useless farmer turned clumsy wrestler who can’t even get on the ropes without falling onto his face…if he is really a ‘Real American’ then thank god I’m an eighteen year old born in Nottingham. Maybe I should feel somewhat sorry for you Guv’nor since you have to work hand-in-hand with the world’s wimpiest man, who could even make the Brooklyn Brawler look like a World Champion in comparison…but then again this ‘Better Class of Villain’ did literally put himself into this situation so instead of having sympathy for you, I’m just going to enjoy myself as I torture both you and that Long Island blunder. Maybe you’ll end up bleeding and maybe you’ll end up being a simple message to all of those nimrods who doubts perfection.”[/color]
An aura of confidence now flooded the Last Martyr’s lips as she spoke out her words about ‘perfection’ before continuing on with her barrage of words. The jacket was now resting across her shoulders halfway through Miss Hood’s words but when she finished talking the female actually giggled before speaking up for a final time.
“I’ve heard that some people are doubting Valo’s ability to cooperate but I honestly don’t care about that… all I care about is a having a damn good fight and if neither you, Guv’nor, or Mister Dangerous provide me one *giggle*…I’m simply going to end one of your career…see you tomorrow.”[/color]
Moments after those words are spoken the cameraman switched off the camera before leaving the locker room while Robina pulled out a mobile phone and began to call someone, probably her husband for a friendly conversation.[/center]
Anyway...enjoy!!! ^_^
What a calm fully peaceful location the Carnesecca Arena is…well at night it is quite peaceful since there are hardly anybody in the building to potentially wreck the place. The only people that are truly known to be in arenas at anti-social hours are the cleaners and crew member that need to make sure that everything is working, even the cameras. It is due to testing these cameras that they are alright with a certain purple haired Brit hanging around each arena at night…who is this purple haired Brit? An eighteen year old female commonly known as Robina Hood.
Talking about Robina there she is, in a black jacket with blue jeans and black trainers, just coming around the corner to spot three cameramen talking to each other. The female waited until they’ve finish their rather tasteless joke, about Alexander Duvall’s humiliation last week, before asking them which camera should she try out. It didn’t take long for Robina to get an answer as two of the other cameramen walked off, leaving her with this blonde lanky one. While he adjusted the camera’s white balance and audio level the Duchess of Nottingham leaned back onto the nearest wall. When the cameraman turned the camera on and pressed record he spotted that this British star has a lit cigarette in her mouth, she must have lit it while waiting for him to be ready, but before he could indicate her to take it out Robina decided to begin her promo.
“Never once during my career have I even bothered to portray myself as a role model…the ‘Perfect Megastar?’ Yes, but not a role model, not in a million years. But just a day from now I’ll get to main event Meltdown, am I excited? A bit, why only a bit? Because I have to, once again, rely on a completely unreliable partner…I’ve made it no secret that I dislike the thought of teaming up with others but, yet again, I find myself in a tag team match and out of partners I could get, I end up with Borat’s Finnish cousin. But then again this is the first time I get to main event Meltdown so instead of repeating the obvious I should enjoy my first main event, especially since I doubt Niobe would ever get to main event anything worthwhile in her entire career, and I just know the perfect way to enjoy it…by hurting the idiots I’m battling against, some farmer claiming to be a ‘Real American’ and some cockney lad calling himself The Guv’nor. Should I be impressed that a fellow Englander has made it to the main event in just three odd weeks of being employed? Is this guy able to increase the ratings of Meltdown? And should we end up calling him the new North American Champion by the time Rasslemania came and went?”
[/color]Talking about Robina there she is, in a black jacket with blue jeans and black trainers, just coming around the corner to spot three cameramen talking to each other. The female waited until they’ve finish their rather tasteless joke, about Alexander Duvall’s humiliation last week, before asking them which camera should she try out. It didn’t take long for Robina to get an answer as two of the other cameramen walked off, leaving her with this blonde lanky one. While he adjusted the camera’s white balance and audio level the Duchess of Nottingham leaned back onto the nearest wall. When the cameraman turned the camera on and pressed record he spotted that this British star has a lit cigarette in her mouth, she must have lit it while waiting for him to be ready, but before he could indicate her to take it out Robina decided to begin her promo.
“Never once during my career have I even bothered to portray myself as a role model…the ‘Perfect Megastar?’ Yes, but not a role model, not in a million years. But just a day from now I’ll get to main event Meltdown, am I excited? A bit, why only a bit? Because I have to, once again, rely on a completely unreliable partner…I’ve made it no secret that I dislike the thought of teaming up with others but, yet again, I find myself in a tag team match and out of partners I could get, I end up with Borat’s Finnish cousin. But then again this is the first time I get to main event Meltdown so instead of repeating the obvious I should enjoy my first main event, especially since I doubt Niobe would ever get to main event anything worthwhile in her entire career, and I just know the perfect way to enjoy it…by hurting the idiots I’m battling against, some farmer claiming to be a ‘Real American’ and some cockney lad calling himself The Guv’nor. Should I be impressed that a fellow Englander has made it to the main event in just three odd weeks of being employed? Is this guy able to increase the ratings of Meltdown? And should we end up calling him the new North American Champion by the time Rasslemania came and went?”
The cigarette remained in the purple haired diva’s mouth as she spoke out her words but after calling her tag partner ‘Borat’s Finnish cousin’ her hands moved up, with her right holding the zipper and began to unzip her jacket. Once she finished unzipping the jacket the young Brit got one arm out of the jacket and by the time she finished her questions about the ‘Made In Hackney’ megastar, she took off the jacket but instead of simply putting it to the side Robina’s left hand kept hold of it as the jacket was draped over her shoulder. The purple haired dynamo then used her head to motion to the cameraman that she wants him to be by her side before beginning to walk down the corridor, so the camera operator immediately ran to get a couple of feet to the right of the female before simply walking at a similar pace to hers, so the camera wouldn’t miss her upper body as the female began to speak up yet again, the Fozzy t-shirt she was wearing could be easily seen.
“I could possibly make an entire promo about my answer but instead I’m just going to straight up say my answer in a way that even the thickest of New Yorker could understand…no. I’m not as impressed as others could be, considering that this main event is simply Alexander Duvall’s plan of ‘revenge’ for Guv’nor embarrassing him last week. I also think that this berk is no more near experienced enough to know how important ratings are, let alone gather any. And has utterly no chance in hell of becoming the next North American Champion…yes, if you discount last week’s double triumph, Young Mannie is a pitiful excuse of a Champion. Hell, a month or so ago he was like a lost puppy when his Uncle Charlie got taken out. But there is utterly no way that you will ever become the North American Champion Guv’nor. And while I could end up making a list of reasons, like how your girlfriend Cheryl is bound to do something stupid thus putting shame not only on yourself but also on the entire Meltdown brand…I think I’ll just tell you the most simplest of reasons, a five foot six reason that came from Sherwood Forest, me.
Sure you are bigger, stronger and probably more technically sound than I am but at the end of the day only the tough and the most ruthless can actually win a fight…and while some sexist men would call women inferior, I can say without a shadow of a doubt that I am not only tougher than you but I’m more ruthless now than you’ll ever hope to become. Yes I’ve heard that you’ve spent quite a decent amount of your life fighting on the streets and while I must admit such a thing sounds relaxingly enjoyable…it just further proves that I am smarter than you, hell my decision of siding with Sienna from day one is simple enough proof alone that I am vastly superior in intelligence compared to you. But why should we give much attention to who is smart than who? I for one am actually looking forward to our match tomorrow since, unlike other pieces of trash I’ve seen on the roster *coughKaylyncough*, you look like somebody that I could end up having a blast fighting against. I know some people might not be so thrilled with thoughts of a relative newcomer instantly appearing in the main event but, at the end of the day, they’re simply jealous because none of them are good enough to main event Sienna’s Meltdown.”[/color]
As she spoke out her words they walked down the corridor, passing construction crew member after construction crew member. Her eyes kept looking towards the direction she is heading but with her eyes glanced over to the camera after every three lines so the cameraman didn’t drift away for a moment. The cough didn’t avoid the cameraman’s attention but he didn’t say anything as the purple haired lady stopped and turned to face the camera before walking past it. The camera immediately turned around to see that she has arrived at the women’s locker room and after she finished her latest batch of words she opened the door.
“I do know that our match is going to be a tag team match, meaning that we’ll be hindered by morons that want to bask in our glory, but please understand that the beating you’re going to take from me isn’t going to have anymore vindictiveness than the beatings I’ve given all the idiots I’ve previously stepped into the ring against…for we hardly know much about each other. And I’m only in this match because Sienna wanted me to, so you can guarantee that I am not aiming to humble or permanently cripple you no matter how much Duvall might plead me to do so. But while you can guarantee that I’m Duvall’s lapdog, I guarantee you that I will beat you…no matter how much of an annoying prat Tuhoa is. You want to know why? One word gives you the reason why…not because Duvall wants to teach you a lesson on respect, not because Valo so desperately needs to look good and definitely not because Young Mannie is shitting bricks about you…that one word is…perfection.”[/color]
As the forest-dweller began her newest set of words Robina walked into the room and the cameraman quickly followed her, shutting the door behind himself. Halfway through those words the young Englishwoman got over to the bench and it was only moments before she said the word ‘perfection’ she decided gently sit down upon it. Once she sat down on the bench the camera zoomed out to see her whole frame, inadvertently seeing that a brace is no longer around her right knee.
“You try and design the perfect megastar and you’ll simply construct a second me. You type perfection onto Google then pressed on ’I’m feeling lucky’ and you’ll be instantly thrown onto YouTube to see a clip of me cracking a chair straight into Niobe Martin’s face. And if you actually look up the word perfect in a dictionary you will not see a bunch of words describing it, instead you get a picture of me. I’ve been known as ‘Sienna’s Perfect Megastar’ and no matter what losers from Los Angeles say, it is me…I am the ‘Perfect Megastar’ or at least almost perfect. The only thing I need to truly reach perfection is the North American Title and it is a matter of when I’ll become the North American Champion, not if, but to help me get one step closer I am going to defeat you Lenny Lansbury. No matter how much you try to resist and no matter how much of your arsenal you try to use on me, the conclusion is just going to be the same as I’m going to tell you right now…I’m going to defeat you. So, after I’m done with you, be a good governor and stop being such a blooming nuisance.
But there is a good side to losing Guv’nor, like there is one good side of these annoying tag team matches, and it is the fact that you’re not necessary the one going to get your ass kicked. For you have the rather bizarre Mister Dangerous by your side who, from what little information I found out about him, is nothing more than a useless farmer turned clumsy wrestler who can’t even get on the ropes without falling onto his face…if he is really a ‘Real American’ then thank god I’m an eighteen year old born in Nottingham. Maybe I should feel somewhat sorry for you Guv’nor since you have to work hand-in-hand with the world’s wimpiest man, who could even make the Brooklyn Brawler look like a World Champion in comparison…but then again this ‘Better Class of Villain’ did literally put himself into this situation so instead of having sympathy for you, I’m just going to enjoy myself as I torture both you and that Long Island blunder. Maybe you’ll end up bleeding and maybe you’ll end up being a simple message to all of those nimrods who doubts perfection.”[/color]
An aura of confidence now flooded the Last Martyr’s lips as she spoke out her words about ‘perfection’ before continuing on with her barrage of words. The jacket was now resting across her shoulders halfway through Miss Hood’s words but when she finished talking the female actually giggled before speaking up for a final time.
“I’ve heard that some people are doubting Valo’s ability to cooperate but I honestly don’t care about that… all I care about is a having a damn good fight and if neither you, Guv’nor, or Mister Dangerous provide me one *giggle*…I’m simply going to end one of your career…see you tomorrow.”[/color]
Moments after those words are spoken the cameraman switched off the camera before leaving the locker room while Robina pulled out a mobile phone and began to call someone, probably her husband for a friendly conversation.[/center]
