Post by B.A. Styles on Mar 10, 2013 23:09:54 GMT -4
Like I said sorry...I seem to have lost both my motivation and inspiration to RP this week. >_>
Sorry I couldn't post anything better to face against you Amy.
Hope you enjoy this crappy & short RP anyway.
Sorry I couldn't post anything better to face against you Amy.
Hope you enjoy this crappy & short RP anyway.
“Well here is my second ever vlog and the subject I’m going to be talking about is a Chinese girl calling Amy Zing…oh wait, a Hong Kong girl. But seriously, why do Hong Kong people don’t like being called Chinese? Don’t all Asians look EXACTLY the same? Put a Japanese person, a Vietnamese person and a Chinese person all in a row and I swear nobody can tell the difference between them. But last week I saw Sienna promise Amy a one-on-one match…yet I don’t think that this ‘Hong Kong Sensation’ expected to go through me for the right to face Miss Harrison. Don’t even dare think about what you’re going to do against Sienna since you won’t be able to WALK out of this ladder match on your own strength. Hell why should I claim that the only reason for beating the crap out of you is going to be for Sienna’s sake? I’ve finally going to get my World Title show and, out of all places, it will take place at Rasslemania Nine in an eight person ladder match involving you…so why not use this match as the perfect demo of how deadly I can be with a ladder. Everyone across the world have seen what I can do with a chair so using a ladder is going to be the thing that nightmares are made out of. I know I have been suffering a slight inconsistency, from beating the new North American Champion two weeks ago to losing to Niobe last week, but that won’t do a damn thing to prevent me from hurting you Amy. You have waged a rather confusing war with Young Mannie and almost became the World Champion on two separate occasions but you know what happened? You lost, ALL THE TIME, even when you disrupted his psyche by battering his worthless relative you still failed to look anywhere near as good as he did…heck, the fact he held the World Championship while you have never even touched it is simple enough proof of that.
Well, Amy Zing, your state of unemployment was shorter than John Cena’s back in two thousand and ten but after I’m done with you, you will be wishing that you were still unemployed…oh wait are you suppose to be still unemployed? I can’t tell anymore since, even when fired, you show up on Sienna’s Meltdown every-SINGLE-week…and I for one am getting really, fucking, tired of seeing your boring ass take up more spotlight than you ever deserve. I don’t care if your parents were beaten up in the past, hell if both your mom and dad were beheaded on the internet by Taliban members then I still wouldn’t give a rat’s arse about them. Maybe Niagara Falls is the perfect location for our confrontation since victory over you shall start a period of Meltdown called ‘The Fall of Amy Zing.’ What is this chapter going to look like? I’m going to be a dear and summarise the chapter for you Amy, since I don’t expect a person from a continent that can’t even do a simple word search to have a reading age above four. You are basically going to fall off the ladder, right on your ugly face, tomorrow night and lose…then you’ll enter Rasslemania expecting the biggest win ever only to, once again, fall before my feet. Afterwards you will lose time and time, and time again until no one remembers who you are. Then, just then, you’ll finally retire and return to that mongrel of a country, where no one will miss you, just to watch me on television every-single-week with the Championship that you will NEVER WIN. I know that some people actually want to see me shoot a promo instead of a vlog but, to put this down in very simple terms, you aren’t worth my time, effort or even a chance at Rasslemania Amy Zing…see you tomorrow.”
Moments after coldly finishing her last few words Robina pressed the stop button, putting an end to her vlog, before sighing lightly. She leaned back on the sofa she was sitting on throughout the vlog, placed the camcorder down and put a cigarette in her mouth before picking up a lighter. Within moments the female lit the cigarette and began to smoke as her mind continue to taunt her about her failure to defeat Niobe last week, in a match that should have benefited Hood.
Well, Amy Zing, your state of unemployment was shorter than John Cena’s back in two thousand and ten but after I’m done with you, you will be wishing that you were still unemployed…oh wait are you suppose to be still unemployed? I can’t tell anymore since, even when fired, you show up on Sienna’s Meltdown every-SINGLE-week…and I for one am getting really, fucking, tired of seeing your boring ass take up more spotlight than you ever deserve. I don’t care if your parents were beaten up in the past, hell if both your mom and dad were beheaded on the internet by Taliban members then I still wouldn’t give a rat’s arse about them. Maybe Niagara Falls is the perfect location for our confrontation since victory over you shall start a period of Meltdown called ‘The Fall of Amy Zing.’ What is this chapter going to look like? I’m going to be a dear and summarise the chapter for you Amy, since I don’t expect a person from a continent that can’t even do a simple word search to have a reading age above four. You are basically going to fall off the ladder, right on your ugly face, tomorrow night and lose…then you’ll enter Rasslemania expecting the biggest win ever only to, once again, fall before my feet. Afterwards you will lose time and time, and time again until no one remembers who you are. Then, just then, you’ll finally retire and return to that mongrel of a country, where no one will miss you, just to watch me on television every-single-week with the Championship that you will NEVER WIN. I know that some people actually want to see me shoot a promo instead of a vlog but, to put this down in very simple terms, you aren’t worth my time, effort or even a chance at Rasslemania Amy Zing…see you tomorrow.”
Moments after coldly finishing her last few words Robina pressed the stop button, putting an end to her vlog, before sighing lightly. She leaned back on the sofa she was sitting on throughout the vlog, placed the camcorder down and put a cigarette in her mouth before picking up a lighter. Within moments the female lit the cigarette and began to smoke as her mind continue to taunt her about her failure to defeat Niobe last week, in a match that should have benefited Hood.
