Post by B.A. Styles on Mar 22, 2013 12:59:04 GMT -4
For what I've seen, the main way to win is to have as much trash-talk as possible, so I'm going to try that way for this PPV...I'm probably wrong but it does look like that at times. Sorry if I offend anyone with that...but here is part one of my two RPs, I hope you lot enjoy.
001. Leaving Home
002. The Journey
Word Count for Entry 1 - 730
Word Count for Entry 2 - 2262
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2992
001. Leaving Home
Sitting on the sofa, in the mansion she is currently living in, is Megan McCrea. Missus McCrea is none other than the rabidly violent Robina Hood and not so long ago she competed in a battle royal. Even though she had no intention of winning the match Robina had a decent showing where she eliminated approximately three people, but overall she didn’t win…which probably makes it for seventh or so defeat in a span of eight or so weeks. She may be in the eight person ladder match at Rasslemania Nine for the North American Championship but it must be clearly obvious that she is by far the underdog in this important match, even more so than the likes of Cid Phoenix and Niobe Martin. The purple haired female is wearing a blue pair of denim shorts with a My Chemical Romance t-shirt as in her arms is her daughter Sarah, a toddler who happens to be cuddling a cuddly lion at this very moment as the eighteen year old softly spoke out.
“Mommy is going to be away for a few days Sarah…can I trust you to be a good little girl and look after daddy?”
“You can trust me mama!”
The cheerfulness of her child’s answer caused the young Brit to chuckle lightly before her husband Ronnie entered the room, in a pair of leather pants with a matching jacket, with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry baby girl, nothing bad will happen, I promise you that.”
While saying his words Ronnie walked over to his wife and, after finishing his words, he softly kissed her on the lips while taking Sarah out of her arms and into his own. Sarah stilled clutched onto the lion toy as she snuggled into her father’s chest while Megan stood herself up from the sofa.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright baby?”
“I’m sure I’ll be alright Ronnie, just make sure that you haven’t starved to death by the time I return.”
“That’s a deal, angel.”
After that little discussion came to a close Ronnie’s right arm - since his left was holding Sarah securely close to himself - gently wrapped itself around his wife’s waist, with his hand firmly clasping onto her right buttock. Megan’s hands moved pass his neck and lock themselves to each other before the young married couple pulled each other close and began to have a sweetly passionate kiss together, as if to seal the deal. Not too long after the kiss was over the couple let go with each other, with Ronnie giving the same buttock he was holding a gentle pat to give her a playful ‘be a good girl’ warning but was given a light-heartedly childish pout in return. They could have their fun but, since they know that she needs to get to Toronto in only a couple of days, they instead shared a brief kiss before heading out of the room. Once they exited the room and the mansion they spotted that, waiting near the front gate, is a yellow Porsche nine-eleven with a cameraman in the passenger seat and Megan’s suitcase in the boot. The female made her final goodbyes to her husband and daughter before getting into the car, switching on the ignition and drove out of the drive. It didn’t take long for Megan to begin talking to the cameraman.
“So let me get this right…you need to test this camera *points to the camera that is mounted on the dashboard* and a lift to Toronto, Ontario, Canada while I also need to get there…so Sienna decided to have me give you a lift while using the spare time to shoot a promo of some kind right?”
“You’re right, the camera is actually recording you as we speak.”
“Well that makes it easier I guess…but turn off that camera, I don’t know how much power these little things pack and I don’t want it to turn itself off while I speak.”
While the duo had their short conversation Megan drove her car out of Fargo, North Dakota, and was now looking for a highway she get onto. After she said her final few words the camera nodded lightly and pressed the small button on top of the camera, officially switching it off while McCrea begins to search for the right highway to get on to.
“Mommy is going to be away for a few days Sarah…can I trust you to be a good little girl and look after daddy?”
“You can trust me mama!”
The cheerfulness of her child’s answer caused the young Brit to chuckle lightly before her husband Ronnie entered the room, in a pair of leather pants with a matching jacket, with a smile on his face.
“Don’t worry baby girl, nothing bad will happen, I promise you that.”
While saying his words Ronnie walked over to his wife and, after finishing his words, he softly kissed her on the lips while taking Sarah out of her arms and into his own. Sarah stilled clutched onto the lion toy as she snuggled into her father’s chest while Megan stood herself up from the sofa.
“Are you sure you’re going to be alright baby?”
“I’m sure I’ll be alright Ronnie, just make sure that you haven’t starved to death by the time I return.”
“That’s a deal, angel.”
After that little discussion came to a close Ronnie’s right arm - since his left was holding Sarah securely close to himself - gently wrapped itself around his wife’s waist, with his hand firmly clasping onto her right buttock. Megan’s hands moved pass his neck and lock themselves to each other before the young married couple pulled each other close and began to have a sweetly passionate kiss together, as if to seal the deal. Not too long after the kiss was over the couple let go with each other, with Ronnie giving the same buttock he was holding a gentle pat to give her a playful ‘be a good girl’ warning but was given a light-heartedly childish pout in return. They could have their fun but, since they know that she needs to get to Toronto in only a couple of days, they instead shared a brief kiss before heading out of the room. Once they exited the room and the mansion they spotted that, waiting near the front gate, is a yellow Porsche nine-eleven with a cameraman in the passenger seat and Megan’s suitcase in the boot. The female made her final goodbyes to her husband and daughter before getting into the car, switching on the ignition and drove out of the drive. It didn’t take long for Megan to begin talking to the cameraman.
“So let me get this right…you need to test this camera *points to the camera that is mounted on the dashboard* and a lift to Toronto, Ontario, Canada while I also need to get there…so Sienna decided to have me give you a lift while using the spare time to shoot a promo of some kind right?”
“You’re right, the camera is actually recording you as we speak.”
“Well that makes it easier I guess…but turn off that camera, I don’t know how much power these little things pack and I don’t want it to turn itself off while I speak.”
While the duo had their short conversation Megan drove her car out of Fargo, North Dakota, and was now looking for a highway she get onto. After she said her final few words the camera nodded lightly and pressed the small button on top of the camera, officially switching it off while McCrea begins to search for the right highway to get on to.
002. The Journey
“So here we are, finally on the right highway…”
Those were the first few words heard by the camera as it was switched on by the purple haired megastar known as Robina Hood and the first thing the camera could see, except for her, is the Mustang that she have just overtaken on this highway.
“No thanks to this guy. Seriously, what kind of camera technician can’t tell north from south?”
While saying those few words the forest-dweller’s right hand tilted the camera slightly to see the camera operator, a blonde who was embarrassingly trying and failing to hide the map he was holding upside down, before tiling to camera back to look at herself. Her left hand was relaxingly holding onto the steering wheel as she looked away from the road, towards the camera lens and began to speak up again.
“But then again there are people who can’t tell the difference between a setup and capitalising on opportunity…one of them being the North American Champion Warren Peace. Isn’t it funny that he just so happens to become the North American Champion seven days after I pinned him in the middle of the ring? Yes I used brass knuckles but frankly Steven Regal, arguably the greatest professional wrestling Britain has ever made, paved his own legacy using a pair of brass knuckles…so what was Warren expecting when facing off against a physical Brit? Crumpets? Cuppa teas? Greatest free kicks in history? But, just in case Warren is still bitching about this, for is a message for you…there has ever been, neither will there ever be, an alliance between myself and Young Mannie. Your defeat was not because of me, neither was it because of him, it was simply because you distracted yourself and Mannie thus giving me the opportunity to use the brass knuckles to score the victory…so overall, Warren, you were the cause of your own downfall on that night.
And actually brings a question to my lips…who was the last Meltdown superstar to actually hold a pin fall victory, let alone any victory, over you? Er…hm…ah, no…oh now I remember…me. You weren’t eliminated by a Meltdown megastar in that battle royal, you weren’t beaten in that tag team match the week before and, sorry if I get this wrong but wasn’t the week before that when you pinned Young Mannie to win that very Championship all eight of us are battling for? Man, isn’t that interesting? Maybe, just maybe Warren, bad things happen to you when we’re in the ring together…I mean seriously, look at the two times we were in the ring at the very same time. The last time was when I pinned you in front of the people who chanted your name like mad. Then the other time was the opening match at Survive and Conquer where, by preventing dear Niobe from breaking up that fall, I practically caused you to be the guy pinned out of your loser team.
I guess people could say that you got a small measure of revenge when you nearly knocked me out cold in the manner you eliminated me from that battle royal, hell some of those EMTs actually wanted me to pull out of this ladder match…but, unlike people like you, I am tough enough to take shit like that, chew it up and spit it back out since there is absolutely no way that I would ever no-show the greatest show of them all. You might have your little piece of vengeance at the last Meltdown but lightening ain’t going to strike twice since Peace is only an aftermath of war, never the victor.
Talking about Survive and Conquer…isn’t it amusing to see that all six of the people that competed in that tag team match is actually competing in this eight person match? I mean seriously, isn’t there anybody better than that Cid Phoenix chap? He entered the battle royal and lost, he fought Amy Zing a few weeks back and lost, hell he was a member of the losing team at Survive and Conquer…is anyone would look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary then they would find a picture of Cid Phoenix on his back, like he spends the majority of his career…hell, I swear Mister Dangerous has a more impressive win-loss record than he does. Maybe the reason for my obvious slump is because I haven’t fought you yet Cid, you could adopt a new attitude and claim to be a badass but frankly all you are is a mad-ass for entering this kind of match with any thought of victory.
But hey, don’t forget to bring along all the hope you have for winning this match since I do rather enjoy the feeling of grabbing someone’s hope, ripping it out of their body and clawing it apart into millions of tiny, lifeless ribbons. But, even though I hate to admit it, we are actually on the exact same boat Phoenix…we’re both underdogs, people who others don’t expect to succeed at all but would love to see fare well against the big dogs. I hate admitting that for a few reasons but the main one is simply that I don’t play ‘underdog’ roles very well…I play the role of the aggressor, the annihilator, the alligator that would rip the little buffalos into shreds. Another reason for me not liking this role is because I find it as a personal insult for anybody to compare me to you, Cid.
I have been suffering a two month slump I admit that couldn’t change the fact that I am the ‘perfect’ megastar while you’re nothing more than a piece of trash that even the homeless people would never EVER touch. You got something to say about that? Do me, and EVERYONE, a favour…wrap that opinion of yours with a bunch of tissue, drop it in the toilet and flush it since nobody, and I mean NOBODY, gives a shit about the crap you think. What’s want Ciddy? You want to cry? Well then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since professional wrestling takes crybabies like you, beheads them and throw them down a downwards spiral to obscurity…then again, maybe you’re use to being nothing more than the scum of the earth, since you do look like one. And, no offence, but how often do you actually wash yourself? You smell like some drunkard vomited on a piece of shit and had a family of skunks squirt their fluids all over it. You want me to become the North American Champion Cid? Then you’re going to need some miracle because I’ve seen squirrels tougher then you back in Sherwood Forest.”
A soft chuckle actually left Miss Hood’s lips after saying stating that squirrels are tougher than Cid Phoenix. But after a the same Mustang she overtook beeped her and tried to overtake the female the Iron Maiden’s right hand grabbed the wheel as her left hand gave the Mustang driver the middle finger before pressing her foot down on the accelerator harder. Not only did this annoy the chap driving the over car but it also prevented him from overtaking her as Robina’s left hand moved down to one of her pockets, found a cigarette and placed one end in her mouth before finding a lighter and lighting up the other end. Moments after Robina closed the lighter and put it down before inhaling the tobacco and exhaling the smoke, momentarily ignoring the camera recording her for a moment. She then took the cigarette out of her mouth, with her left hand, before continuing to speak.
“From what some bitch once said, behind my back, I am practically breaking the law since I’m smoking at the age of eighteen…my answer to that? So what? If I want to smoke I smoke, if I want to have a beer I have a beer and if I wanted to brutalise ea Scotsman then I’ll simply brutalise a Scotsman…and what do you know, there is going to be a Scotsman at Rasslemania called Evan McDonald, a berk I help win at Survive and Conquer. We might have been in the ring together at only one time and we were partners during it, but there is no alliance between us for the most simplest of reasons…he’s a transvestite-oh wait I meant from Scotland, which is famous for only five things…a fairytale called the ‘Loch Ness Monster,’ that revolting piece of shit they call a ‘Haggis,’ those torturous bagpipes that are claimed to be instruments, men wearing women’s clothing and Billy Connelly…but seriously, why the hell would any decent man would wear a skirt? It is clearly to either a, make raping other men easy. Or b, they lack so much in the groin area that they want to use the cold as an excuse.
But what have Scotland truly contributed to the world, except for Billy Connelly? The simple answer is nothing. Some Christopher Daniels did call the UK an ‘armpit of a country’ but clearly the only country he has been to in Scotland since…well god, what else can you say about them except for the fact that the women have beards and the men are transvestites. They claim to be tough in all their skirts but frankly all that does it prove how much of a tosser they truly are. What an embarrassment to the human race…but at least I get to beat the shit out of your Scottish ass Evan. Yes, I helped you get an amazing victory at Survive and Conquer but this time round you’re going to be all alone and then everyone can see how truly rubbish you are. Hell, you didn’t do anything to earn yourself a spot…Sienna simply handed you Kevin Dahila’s spot two weeks ago. Yes Dahila’s had the idiotic mistake of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown but you should be worried as hell for your health and safety instead of excited about the prospects of becoming the North American Champion because, in this kind of match, I can somewhat of a health and safety issue. Don’t believe me? The just wait three days and I’ll show you the true reason why the English have always been better than the Scottish.
But while I’m talking about Europeans why not mention that Tahuo Valo guy…wait a second, is that his name or is it Nathaniel Havok? *glances at the cameraman for his nod* So it is Havok? Okay, I just wasn’t sure in case he ends up changing his identity again like that Foley chap does. As for his explanation of why he decided to put on a mask and changed his identity…I actually slept through that since I honestly don’t give a shit about whatever his reasons and motivations are. He was my partner in my first main event and what did that bastard do? He proved to the entire world why I HATE tag teaming…he was incompetent, unreliable and disastrous to a point where he practically cost me one of my biggest victories. Maybe I am holding a bit of a grudge against you Havok, since I CLEARLY had your back while you OBVIOUSLY weren’t having mine well enough, but now I get perfect opportunity to exact my revenge on your lousy ass. Throughout the past two months the only shred of salvation I got was when I watched every little detail Guv’Nor beating you one, two, three…but the shred will never compare to the justice I plan on eradicating you with, Nathaniel. I know that some people call you a ‘Finnish Phemon’ but, from what I’ve been bothered to watch, you look nothing more than a ‘Finnish Bitch’ and after I’m done with you are truly going to become that Finnish bitch…
Heh, you know what the best thing about my vengeance Havok? A little birdie have told me that your contract has an additional five months, so all the pain you will be suffering…all the bones you’ll have broken…and all the blood you’ll lose by my hands…is not only going to be ever so fun…but it will also be long-lasting. There is many ways to kill the innocence of people and this thirst, oh the blood-gurgling thirst, of retribution has securely slain whatever was left of my innocence as the voice ‘forgive and forget’ is booted out of my head by the voice screaming ‘make him suffer, make him pay for what he did’ takes control in such a smooth, enticing way. Perhaps I could use the ladders to maim you, turn your body into a beautiful masterpiece of blood and cuts while I could also turn your screams pain into a magnificent musical that even Beethoven himself would envy from his grave. Maybe I am a little different on a psychological level…but this Sunday you are going to be Smaug the dragon and I am going to be Bard the Dragon-shooter with the black arrow, ready to shoot both you and your chances of becoming the new North American Champion down.”
Robina was prepared to inhale more tobacco after saying her words but instead yawned lightly. This caused the forest-dweller to giggle lightly before making a final comment.
“I guess it is a good time to go find somewhere for us to sleep. So this entry is over but don’t worry, I’ll shoot another entry tomorrow…I promise.”
After saying her final two words Miss Hood switched off the camera, ending this entry, before beginning to turn off towards the nearest hotel.
Those were the first few words heard by the camera as it was switched on by the purple haired megastar known as Robina Hood and the first thing the camera could see, except for her, is the Mustang that she have just overtaken on this highway.
“No thanks to this guy. Seriously, what kind of camera technician can’t tell north from south?”
While saying those few words the forest-dweller’s right hand tilted the camera slightly to see the camera operator, a blonde who was embarrassingly trying and failing to hide the map he was holding upside down, before tiling to camera back to look at herself. Her left hand was relaxingly holding onto the steering wheel as she looked away from the road, towards the camera lens and began to speak up again.
“But then again there are people who can’t tell the difference between a setup and capitalising on opportunity…one of them being the North American Champion Warren Peace. Isn’t it funny that he just so happens to become the North American Champion seven days after I pinned him in the middle of the ring? Yes I used brass knuckles but frankly Steven Regal, arguably the greatest professional wrestling Britain has ever made, paved his own legacy using a pair of brass knuckles…so what was Warren expecting when facing off against a physical Brit? Crumpets? Cuppa teas? Greatest free kicks in history? But, just in case Warren is still bitching about this, for is a message for you…there has ever been, neither will there ever be, an alliance between myself and Young Mannie. Your defeat was not because of me, neither was it because of him, it was simply because you distracted yourself and Mannie thus giving me the opportunity to use the brass knuckles to score the victory…so overall, Warren, you were the cause of your own downfall on that night.
And actually brings a question to my lips…who was the last Meltdown superstar to actually hold a pin fall victory, let alone any victory, over you? Er…hm…ah, no…oh now I remember…me. You weren’t eliminated by a Meltdown megastar in that battle royal, you weren’t beaten in that tag team match the week before and, sorry if I get this wrong but wasn’t the week before that when you pinned Young Mannie to win that very Championship all eight of us are battling for? Man, isn’t that interesting? Maybe, just maybe Warren, bad things happen to you when we’re in the ring together…I mean seriously, look at the two times we were in the ring at the very same time. The last time was when I pinned you in front of the people who chanted your name like mad. Then the other time was the opening match at Survive and Conquer where, by preventing dear Niobe from breaking up that fall, I practically caused you to be the guy pinned out of your loser team.
I guess people could say that you got a small measure of revenge when you nearly knocked me out cold in the manner you eliminated me from that battle royal, hell some of those EMTs actually wanted me to pull out of this ladder match…but, unlike people like you, I am tough enough to take shit like that, chew it up and spit it back out since there is absolutely no way that I would ever no-show the greatest show of them all. You might have your little piece of vengeance at the last Meltdown but lightening ain’t going to strike twice since Peace is only an aftermath of war, never the victor.
Talking about Survive and Conquer…isn’t it amusing to see that all six of the people that competed in that tag team match is actually competing in this eight person match? I mean seriously, isn’t there anybody better than that Cid Phoenix chap? He entered the battle royal and lost, he fought Amy Zing a few weeks back and lost, hell he was a member of the losing team at Survive and Conquer…is anyone would look up the word ‘loser’ in the dictionary then they would find a picture of Cid Phoenix on his back, like he spends the majority of his career…hell, I swear Mister Dangerous has a more impressive win-loss record than he does. Maybe the reason for my obvious slump is because I haven’t fought you yet Cid, you could adopt a new attitude and claim to be a badass but frankly all you are is a mad-ass for entering this kind of match with any thought of victory.
But hey, don’t forget to bring along all the hope you have for winning this match since I do rather enjoy the feeling of grabbing someone’s hope, ripping it out of their body and clawing it apart into millions of tiny, lifeless ribbons. But, even though I hate to admit it, we are actually on the exact same boat Phoenix…we’re both underdogs, people who others don’t expect to succeed at all but would love to see fare well against the big dogs. I hate admitting that for a few reasons but the main one is simply that I don’t play ‘underdog’ roles very well…I play the role of the aggressor, the annihilator, the alligator that would rip the little buffalos into shreds. Another reason for me not liking this role is because I find it as a personal insult for anybody to compare me to you, Cid.
I have been suffering a two month slump I admit that couldn’t change the fact that I am the ‘perfect’ megastar while you’re nothing more than a piece of trash that even the homeless people would never EVER touch. You got something to say about that? Do me, and EVERYONE, a favour…wrap that opinion of yours with a bunch of tissue, drop it in the toilet and flush it since nobody, and I mean NOBODY, gives a shit about the crap you think. What’s want Ciddy? You want to cry? Well then cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since professional wrestling takes crybabies like you, beheads them and throw them down a downwards spiral to obscurity…then again, maybe you’re use to being nothing more than the scum of the earth, since you do look like one. And, no offence, but how often do you actually wash yourself? You smell like some drunkard vomited on a piece of shit and had a family of skunks squirt their fluids all over it. You want me to become the North American Champion Cid? Then you’re going to need some miracle because I’ve seen squirrels tougher then you back in Sherwood Forest.”
A soft chuckle actually left Miss Hood’s lips after saying stating that squirrels are tougher than Cid Phoenix. But after a the same Mustang she overtook beeped her and tried to overtake the female the Iron Maiden’s right hand grabbed the wheel as her left hand gave the Mustang driver the middle finger before pressing her foot down on the accelerator harder. Not only did this annoy the chap driving the over car but it also prevented him from overtaking her as Robina’s left hand moved down to one of her pockets, found a cigarette and placed one end in her mouth before finding a lighter and lighting up the other end. Moments after Robina closed the lighter and put it down before inhaling the tobacco and exhaling the smoke, momentarily ignoring the camera recording her for a moment. She then took the cigarette out of her mouth, with her left hand, before continuing to speak.
“From what some bitch once said, behind my back, I am practically breaking the law since I’m smoking at the age of eighteen…my answer to that? So what? If I want to smoke I smoke, if I want to have a beer I have a beer and if I wanted to brutalise ea Scotsman then I’ll simply brutalise a Scotsman…and what do you know, there is going to be a Scotsman at Rasslemania called Evan McDonald, a berk I help win at Survive and Conquer. We might have been in the ring together at only one time and we were partners during it, but there is no alliance between us for the most simplest of reasons…he’s a transvestite-oh wait I meant from Scotland, which is famous for only five things…a fairytale called the ‘Loch Ness Monster,’ that revolting piece of shit they call a ‘Haggis,’ those torturous bagpipes that are claimed to be instruments, men wearing women’s clothing and Billy Connelly…but seriously, why the hell would any decent man would wear a skirt? It is clearly to either a, make raping other men easy. Or b, they lack so much in the groin area that they want to use the cold as an excuse.
But what have Scotland truly contributed to the world, except for Billy Connelly? The simple answer is nothing. Some Christopher Daniels did call the UK an ‘armpit of a country’ but clearly the only country he has been to in Scotland since…well god, what else can you say about them except for the fact that the women have beards and the men are transvestites. They claim to be tough in all their skirts but frankly all that does it prove how much of a tosser they truly are. What an embarrassment to the human race…but at least I get to beat the shit out of your Scottish ass Evan. Yes, I helped you get an amazing victory at Survive and Conquer but this time round you’re going to be all alone and then everyone can see how truly rubbish you are. Hell, you didn’t do anything to earn yourself a spot…Sienna simply handed you Kevin Dahila’s spot two weeks ago. Yes Dahila’s had the idiotic mistake of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown but you should be worried as hell for your health and safety instead of excited about the prospects of becoming the North American Champion because, in this kind of match, I can somewhat of a health and safety issue. Don’t believe me? The just wait three days and I’ll show you the true reason why the English have always been better than the Scottish.
But while I’m talking about Europeans why not mention that Tahuo Valo guy…wait a second, is that his name or is it Nathaniel Havok? *glances at the cameraman for his nod* So it is Havok? Okay, I just wasn’t sure in case he ends up changing his identity again like that Foley chap does. As for his explanation of why he decided to put on a mask and changed his identity…I actually slept through that since I honestly don’t give a shit about whatever his reasons and motivations are. He was my partner in my first main event and what did that bastard do? He proved to the entire world why I HATE tag teaming…he was incompetent, unreliable and disastrous to a point where he practically cost me one of my biggest victories. Maybe I am holding a bit of a grudge against you Havok, since I CLEARLY had your back while you OBVIOUSLY weren’t having mine well enough, but now I get perfect opportunity to exact my revenge on your lousy ass. Throughout the past two months the only shred of salvation I got was when I watched every little detail Guv’Nor beating you one, two, three…but the shred will never compare to the justice I plan on eradicating you with, Nathaniel. I know that some people call you a ‘Finnish Phemon’ but, from what I’ve been bothered to watch, you look nothing more than a ‘Finnish Bitch’ and after I’m done with you are truly going to become that Finnish bitch…
Heh, you know what the best thing about my vengeance Havok? A little birdie have told me that your contract has an additional five months, so all the pain you will be suffering…all the bones you’ll have broken…and all the blood you’ll lose by my hands…is not only going to be ever so fun…but it will also be long-lasting. There is many ways to kill the innocence of people and this thirst, oh the blood-gurgling thirst, of retribution has securely slain whatever was left of my innocence as the voice ‘forgive and forget’ is booted out of my head by the voice screaming ‘make him suffer, make him pay for what he did’ takes control in such a smooth, enticing way. Perhaps I could use the ladders to maim you, turn your body into a beautiful masterpiece of blood and cuts while I could also turn your screams pain into a magnificent musical that even Beethoven himself would envy from his grave. Maybe I am a little different on a psychological level…but this Sunday you are going to be Smaug the dragon and I am going to be Bard the Dragon-shooter with the black arrow, ready to shoot both you and your chances of becoming the new North American Champion down.”
Robina was prepared to inhale more tobacco after saying her words but instead yawned lightly. This caused the forest-dweller to giggle lightly before making a final comment.
“I guess it is a good time to go find somewhere for us to sleep. So this entry is over but don’t worry, I’ll shoot another entry tomorrow…I promise.”
After saying her final two words Miss Hood switched off the camera, ending this entry, before beginning to turn off towards the nearest hotel.
Word Count for Entry 1 - 730
Word Count for Entry 2 - 2262
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2992
