Post by B.A. Styles on Mar 23, 2013 17:40:31 GMT -4
003. The Arrival
004. Final Entry
Word Count for Entry 3 - 2346
Word Count for Entry 4 - 644
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2990
Grand Word Count of Both RPs (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 5982
“Well a promise is a promise and here I am with a new entry. For those who want to know what exactly happen between the last one and this one…well…we’ve spent the night at a nice Radisson Blue hotel and just a couple of hours ago we got through the border check thing…I’m still unsure of the importance of these daft passport checks.”
Those were the first set of words that the camera picked up as Robina Hood, who is now wearing a black ‘Metallica’ t-shirt with a black skirt, switched it on and pressed record. The camera could see the majority of Miss Hood’s body as well as a truck her Porsche easily passed on this highway.
“Another thing that is incredibly daft are wrestlers from China and Hong Kong…seriously, if your last name isn’t Chan or Li and you’ve never been in a martial arts film then nobody is going to give a shit about you. But I will give Amy Zing credit where it is due…she has amazing athleticism and while I originally wasn’t sure how that can be a benefit of some kind in a ladder match, a week or two ago me and her fought in a ladder match and I lost. I promised Sienna that while I BREATHE she would face no harm at all…and what happened? You ended up kicking her right in between the eyes. Do you know how it feels Amy? Do you know how it feels to let your friend down? Oh wait a second, how could I forget…you don’t have any friends; nobody likes you. Not the roster, not the fans nor the sun or the moon.
Hell, I doubt I was the only one who didn’t know who to cheer during your little feud with Young Mannie…I mean, attacking a helpless family member, isn’t that what antagonists do to help the crowd support the protagonist? Maybe there isn’t a Cantonese translation for the words ‘protagonist’ and ‘antagonist,’ since clearly YOUR FIRED doesn’t translate into that abomination of a language. Seriously I swear you were fired one week, showed up the next and almost got yourself a new contract the following week…hell I can’t tell if you secretly signed that contract behind everyone’s back or, under pressure from Jeff, Sienna signed an unemployed person to this Championship match. But then again Hong Kong is basically a country of mongrels so I guess it would be cruel to expect them to know the most basic of English. Yes, Amy, you’re the sensation of mongrels since Hong Kong use to belong to British Empire before the nation of oversexed hobbits cried, whined and begged there way into complete control of that little island…and now look at China, it is still a nation of oversexed hobbits yet they turned Hong Kong into an abysmal wreck.
But enough of that shit-hole you consider a homeland because, this Sunday, you are going to be suffering more pain than you’ve ever suffered before Amy…why is that you ask? Because of the question I asked earlier, ‘do you know how it feels to let your friend down?’ It feels horrible, the guilt feels dreadful…as if it is gobbling you up from the inside, I can remember my promise so much that it feels like a million arrows to the heart every time my memory taunts me with my failure…maybe Nathaniel ain’t the only person I want revenge against since I’ve been unable to look my friend in the eyes ever since that failure. I have let Sienna down so much that I crave just ONE MOMENT to make it all right and that moment will come this Sunday as I take a ladder in my hand, come over to you and…and……and………BREAK YOUR NECK!
Heh…why lose my calm now? I have seven others to save it for this Sunday and one of this unlucky seven is a man so unique that nobody on meltdown have managed to beat yet…of course I’m talking about the guy people call Guv’Nor. I can truthfully see why people would cheer for this chap…he’s rough, he’s tough and he’ll speak his mind whenever he wish without a regret in a world. But I just can’t bring myself to liking this guy for some reason…could it be the fact that this eight person match is simply built-up as a Guv’Nor versus Peace match? Could it be that he is quite overrated, to a point that it seems like he has been a main eventer since his very debut? Could it be that he probably NEVER paid his dues on Meltdown and would consider jumping ships at the first opportunity? Or perhaps it could be the way you’ve beaten me in that tag team match which marked my very first main event? Actually, yes, that could be the main reason why I can’t bring myself to actually liking you, Hackney boy.
The first ever main event of my few month career and I was mentally shitting myself at the thought of blundering when it matters the most. I was worried of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown and what happened? You practically buried me Guv’Nor, to a point where people officially changed from ‘oh, Robina is so deadly’ to ‘Robina Hood? Isn’t she the girl that use to be good?’ My pride, my potential, my aura…it all collapsed after that match, I could have possibly became a big thing by now but you simply took I could have been and smashed into tiny little pieces. Well from shattered pride, grudges rise as I have been licking my wounds ever since that defeat…waiting, oh just waiting, for the chance of redemption to come around the corner and what a chance I have in my reach. Not only do I have the chance to channel my rage into annihilating your chances of winning this match with one vengeful blow, but I also have the opportunity to claim the very Championship that should have been mine at Survive and Conquer…and since you’re too new to know about that sentence then let me explain it in a way that even Hackney people would understand.
The last Meltdown before Survive and Conquer I was in a beat the clock challenge against Anthony Washington. I was about to win both the match and the challenge, thus earning myself the right to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer, but then I got screwed over and not only suffered my first ever defeat but I also lost that right to be in a North American Championship…so technically this is my second chance of being the ‘Perfect Champion’ that Meltdown so desperately needs and I will not let Meltdown down. You might be from the unimaginative part of England, Guv’Nor, but this Sunday we are all going to be in a fight that is different from the ones that you’re use to and I can guarantee you this Guv…you and the other six may enter but I’ll be the only one walking out of this brawl victorious.”
Only a few sentences left her mouth and already it was obvious that Robina’s frustration is the source of her words as she spoke about the Hong Kong Sensation. The words ‘break your neck’ was shouted out so loudly that it could easily overheard over two over trucks that she just drove pass. The cameraman felt somewhat interested in the way Robina sounded vengeful when talking about Guv’Nor while her eyes looked slightly guilty about what she previously said about letting her friend down. After finishing her last batch of words the forest-dweller looked out, spotted a sign with the words ‘Toronto five miles’ on it and turned off the highway and down this road towards her destination. While beginning to go down this lone road the Iron Maiden began to speak up yet again.
“Canada oh Canada, three of us have quite an interesting history…Winnipeg was where I made my Action Packed Wrestling debut against Niobe Martin and not only did I win but I also busted her face wide open…and I swear that was the starting points of one of the most violent feuds so far this year. The following week I used a steel chair again to defeat her in a handicap match. The week afterwards was the beat the clock challenge when Niobe screwed me, causing myself to not only suffer my first defeat but also caused many pictures of my derriere to go across the internet. In a six person tag team match, in front of my home crowd of England, I scored another win over her with the help of a steel chair. Then in her home town of Los Angeles, Niobe knocked me unconscious with a steel chair and two weeks later we were suppose to have our ‘last confrontation’ in Montréal, if I remember the city correctly, where she pinned me in a bloodthirsty street fight…yet this Sunday in Toronto we’ll be facing off against each other again but in an eight person ladder match for the North American Title.
Man, I swear we’re going to end up being like Meltdown’s equivalent of Christopher Daniels and AJ Styles since we’ve been fighting each other every single month. Heck two Meltdowns ago we brawled with each other in the ring, out of the ring and through the crowd. We basically can’t STAND each other…which is almost a shame actually now that I look back on it. I remember Young Mannie saying once that I look like someone that Amy Zing could be friends with while Amy herself did once say that we could have been good friends. But, if anything, the only other wrestler on Meltdown that I seem to have any chemistry, good or bad, with is actually you Niobe. We’ve been enemies for so long people could end up expecting us to become a decent tag team…but friendships and alliances are never going to happen between us. I said it before and I’ll say it again Miss Martin…I hate you, I hate you with every fibre of my being. I understand if you hate me, Niobe, since I fully know now why I hate you so damn much…it isn’t mainly because you cost me my very first defeat, neither was it because you gave me my very first injury. It was because of that night in Los Angeles, when you turned my entire to black…
What happens when you can’t see anything? You remember…you remember your memories, the good and the bad, even the ones you wish you’ve forever forgotten. In a world of black I could recall those days as if they’ve just happened yesterday. All the laughter…all the insults…all the tears I shed…all the times that she would molest me for the sake of him…you may have knocked me unconscious for what I’ve done to you but you made me relive the nightmare that kept me crying through the nights. You made me relive the nightmare that made me wish I was buried alive. You brought my deepest, darkest nightmare back to life……there is a line of ‘forgive and forget’ but I can never forget the screams I’ve made during those dark days, so I’ll never forgive you Niobe Martin. You call yourself a ‘Nightmare,’ Niobe, I’m going to put a final ending to our war and make everyone in this match suffer their own nightmares…with them all lying on the floor, being disembowelled by their own failures, and me standing on top of a ladder with the North American Championship in my hands.”
At the start of this batch of words the eighteen year old sounded cocky, confident and somewhat proud of the history between herself and the final competitor within this match. It was when she spoke out about why she despises the blonde that her demeanour changed from the one she originally had when starting this long drive. Halfway through her ‘remember your memories’ monologue a tear threateningly looked like it was going to escape Robina’s right eye but her right hand flew up and wiped it away as the tone she used to say ‘never forgive you’ changed quite dramatically. Even though they were just a couple of lines Miss Hood sounded absolutely venomous in the way she said them before her right hand reached over to the camera and pressed the off button, officially ending this vlog. While she spoke all her words her vehicle has already entered Toronto and they were actually entering the parking lot of the Rogers Center when the purple haired dynamo switched off the camera. They were greeted by other members of the production crew as the blonde camera technician exited the car first.
“How was the trip bud? Did Robina try to break your hand?”
“Isn’t that a bit over the top, mate? We had a decent time, yes she made me pay for the fuel but still we had an alright time and now we’ve got some footage we can use as evi…”
While replying to his friend’s words the blonde cameraman reached his left hand back to grab the camera, believing that it was still on the car’s dashboard, only to find nothing there. He turned around, completely worried that he somehow lost an expensive piece of equipment, only to find Robina Hood at the other side of the Porsche with the camera in her hands.
“I was wondering…could it be possible for me to use this camera for one last entry…please?”
While saying her words the female’s eyes could possibly assemble a little girl that feel unloved. The innocent way Robina said ‘please’ could possibly get her an Oscar nomination as it only took moments before the technician’s resolve disappeared.
“Fine…”
“Thank you.”
Moments after saying those two words the young Brit spun around and wandered off towards the corridors of the arena, possibly to find somewhere to record her final entry. Meanwhile one of the other camera operators gave his blonde friend a sly grin, which was instantly replied with a scowl.
Those were the first set of words that the camera picked up as Robina Hood, who is now wearing a black ‘Metallica’ t-shirt with a black skirt, switched it on and pressed record. The camera could see the majority of Miss Hood’s body as well as a truck her Porsche easily passed on this highway.
“Another thing that is incredibly daft are wrestlers from China and Hong Kong…seriously, if your last name isn’t Chan or Li and you’ve never been in a martial arts film then nobody is going to give a shit about you. But I will give Amy Zing credit where it is due…she has amazing athleticism and while I originally wasn’t sure how that can be a benefit of some kind in a ladder match, a week or two ago me and her fought in a ladder match and I lost. I promised Sienna that while I BREATHE she would face no harm at all…and what happened? You ended up kicking her right in between the eyes. Do you know how it feels Amy? Do you know how it feels to let your friend down? Oh wait a second, how could I forget…you don’t have any friends; nobody likes you. Not the roster, not the fans nor the sun or the moon.
Hell, I doubt I was the only one who didn’t know who to cheer during your little feud with Young Mannie…I mean, attacking a helpless family member, isn’t that what antagonists do to help the crowd support the protagonist? Maybe there isn’t a Cantonese translation for the words ‘protagonist’ and ‘antagonist,’ since clearly YOUR FIRED doesn’t translate into that abomination of a language. Seriously I swear you were fired one week, showed up the next and almost got yourself a new contract the following week…hell I can’t tell if you secretly signed that contract behind everyone’s back or, under pressure from Jeff, Sienna signed an unemployed person to this Championship match. But then again Hong Kong is basically a country of mongrels so I guess it would be cruel to expect them to know the most basic of English. Yes, Amy, you’re the sensation of mongrels since Hong Kong use to belong to British Empire before the nation of oversexed hobbits cried, whined and begged there way into complete control of that little island…and now look at China, it is still a nation of oversexed hobbits yet they turned Hong Kong into an abysmal wreck.
But enough of that shit-hole you consider a homeland because, this Sunday, you are going to be suffering more pain than you’ve ever suffered before Amy…why is that you ask? Because of the question I asked earlier, ‘do you know how it feels to let your friend down?’ It feels horrible, the guilt feels dreadful…as if it is gobbling you up from the inside, I can remember my promise so much that it feels like a million arrows to the heart every time my memory taunts me with my failure…maybe Nathaniel ain’t the only person I want revenge against since I’ve been unable to look my friend in the eyes ever since that failure. I have let Sienna down so much that I crave just ONE MOMENT to make it all right and that moment will come this Sunday as I take a ladder in my hand, come over to you and…and……and………BREAK YOUR NECK!
Heh…why lose my calm now? I have seven others to save it for this Sunday and one of this unlucky seven is a man so unique that nobody on meltdown have managed to beat yet…of course I’m talking about the guy people call Guv’Nor. I can truthfully see why people would cheer for this chap…he’s rough, he’s tough and he’ll speak his mind whenever he wish without a regret in a world. But I just can’t bring myself to liking this guy for some reason…could it be the fact that this eight person match is simply built-up as a Guv’Nor versus Peace match? Could it be that he is quite overrated, to a point that it seems like he has been a main eventer since his very debut? Could it be that he probably NEVER paid his dues on Meltdown and would consider jumping ships at the first opportunity? Or perhaps it could be the way you’ve beaten me in that tag team match which marked my very first main event? Actually, yes, that could be the main reason why I can’t bring myself to actually liking you, Hackney boy.
The first ever main event of my few month career and I was mentally shitting myself at the thought of blundering when it matters the most. I was worried of ruining the main event of Sienna’s Meltdown and what happened? You practically buried me Guv’Nor, to a point where people officially changed from ‘oh, Robina is so deadly’ to ‘Robina Hood? Isn’t she the girl that use to be good?’ My pride, my potential, my aura…it all collapsed after that match, I could have possibly became a big thing by now but you simply took I could have been and smashed into tiny little pieces. Well from shattered pride, grudges rise as I have been licking my wounds ever since that defeat…waiting, oh just waiting, for the chance of redemption to come around the corner and what a chance I have in my reach. Not only do I have the chance to channel my rage into annihilating your chances of winning this match with one vengeful blow, but I also have the opportunity to claim the very Championship that should have been mine at Survive and Conquer…and since you’re too new to know about that sentence then let me explain it in a way that even Hackney people would understand.
The last Meltdown before Survive and Conquer I was in a beat the clock challenge against Anthony Washington. I was about to win both the match and the challenge, thus earning myself the right to face the North American Champion at Survive and Conquer, but then I got screwed over and not only suffered my first ever defeat but I also lost that right to be in a North American Championship…so technically this is my second chance of being the ‘Perfect Champion’ that Meltdown so desperately needs and I will not let Meltdown down. You might be from the unimaginative part of England, Guv’Nor, but this Sunday we are all going to be in a fight that is different from the ones that you’re use to and I can guarantee you this Guv…you and the other six may enter but I’ll be the only one walking out of this brawl victorious.”
Only a few sentences left her mouth and already it was obvious that Robina’s frustration is the source of her words as she spoke about the Hong Kong Sensation. The words ‘break your neck’ was shouted out so loudly that it could easily overheard over two over trucks that she just drove pass. The cameraman felt somewhat interested in the way Robina sounded vengeful when talking about Guv’Nor while her eyes looked slightly guilty about what she previously said about letting her friend down. After finishing her last batch of words the forest-dweller looked out, spotted a sign with the words ‘Toronto five miles’ on it and turned off the highway and down this road towards her destination. While beginning to go down this lone road the Iron Maiden began to speak up yet again.
“Canada oh Canada, three of us have quite an interesting history…Winnipeg was where I made my Action Packed Wrestling debut against Niobe Martin and not only did I win but I also busted her face wide open…and I swear that was the starting points of one of the most violent feuds so far this year. The following week I used a steel chair again to defeat her in a handicap match. The week afterwards was the beat the clock challenge when Niobe screwed me, causing myself to not only suffer my first defeat but also caused many pictures of my derriere to go across the internet. In a six person tag team match, in front of my home crowd of England, I scored another win over her with the help of a steel chair. Then in her home town of Los Angeles, Niobe knocked me unconscious with a steel chair and two weeks later we were suppose to have our ‘last confrontation’ in Montréal, if I remember the city correctly, where she pinned me in a bloodthirsty street fight…yet this Sunday in Toronto we’ll be facing off against each other again but in an eight person ladder match for the North American Title.
Man, I swear we’re going to end up being like Meltdown’s equivalent of Christopher Daniels and AJ Styles since we’ve been fighting each other every single month. Heck two Meltdowns ago we brawled with each other in the ring, out of the ring and through the crowd. We basically can’t STAND each other…which is almost a shame actually now that I look back on it. I remember Young Mannie saying once that I look like someone that Amy Zing could be friends with while Amy herself did once say that we could have been good friends. But, if anything, the only other wrestler on Meltdown that I seem to have any chemistry, good or bad, with is actually you Niobe. We’ve been enemies for so long people could end up expecting us to become a decent tag team…but friendships and alliances are never going to happen between us. I said it before and I’ll say it again Miss Martin…I hate you, I hate you with every fibre of my being. I understand if you hate me, Niobe, since I fully know now why I hate you so damn much…it isn’t mainly because you cost me my very first defeat, neither was it because you gave me my very first injury. It was because of that night in Los Angeles, when you turned my entire to black…
What happens when you can’t see anything? You remember…you remember your memories, the good and the bad, even the ones you wish you’ve forever forgotten. In a world of black I could recall those days as if they’ve just happened yesterday. All the laughter…all the insults…all the tears I shed…all the times that she would molest me for the sake of him…you may have knocked me unconscious for what I’ve done to you but you made me relive the nightmare that kept me crying through the nights. You made me relive the nightmare that made me wish I was buried alive. You brought my deepest, darkest nightmare back to life……there is a line of ‘forgive and forget’ but I can never forget the screams I’ve made during those dark days, so I’ll never forgive you Niobe Martin. You call yourself a ‘Nightmare,’ Niobe, I’m going to put a final ending to our war and make everyone in this match suffer their own nightmares…with them all lying on the floor, being disembowelled by their own failures, and me standing on top of a ladder with the North American Championship in my hands.”
At the start of this batch of words the eighteen year old sounded cocky, confident and somewhat proud of the history between herself and the final competitor within this match. It was when she spoke out about why she despises the blonde that her demeanour changed from the one she originally had when starting this long drive. Halfway through her ‘remember your memories’ monologue a tear threateningly looked like it was going to escape Robina’s right eye but her right hand flew up and wiped it away as the tone she used to say ‘never forgive you’ changed quite dramatically. Even though they were just a couple of lines Miss Hood sounded absolutely venomous in the way she said them before her right hand reached over to the camera and pressed the off button, officially ending this vlog. While she spoke all her words her vehicle has already entered Toronto and they were actually entering the parking lot of the Rogers Center when the purple haired dynamo switched off the camera. They were greeted by other members of the production crew as the blonde camera technician exited the car first.
“How was the trip bud? Did Robina try to break your hand?”
“Isn’t that a bit over the top, mate? We had a decent time, yes she made me pay for the fuel but still we had an alright time and now we’ve got some footage we can use as evi…”
While replying to his friend’s words the blonde cameraman reached his left hand back to grab the camera, believing that it was still on the car’s dashboard, only to find nothing there. He turned around, completely worried that he somehow lost an expensive piece of equipment, only to find Robina Hood at the other side of the Porsche with the camera in her hands.
“I was wondering…could it be possible for me to use this camera for one last entry…please?”
While saying her words the female’s eyes could possibly assemble a little girl that feel unloved. The innocent way Robina said ‘please’ could possibly get her an Oscar nomination as it only took moments before the technician’s resolve disappeared.
“Fine…”
“Thank you.”
Moments after saying those two words the young Brit spun around and wandered off towards the corridors of the arena, possibly to find somewhere to record her final entry. Meanwhile one of the other camera operators gave his blonde friend a sly grin, which was instantly replied with a scowl.
004. Final Entry
The camera is switched on and it couldn’t see much, hardly anything at all as this six foot by six foot room has no light on…except for the lone candle that is in front yet a bit below the lens, since the camera is slightly elevated. But what the camera could see decently well is the face of one Robina Hood; the uppermost region of her ‘Metallica’ t-shirt could be seen but appeared as a bit wavy since the candle’s flame constantly flickers away. The female’s face looked lost and confused at the same time, as if within an environment she isn’t use to, but after a couple of seconds the Brit’s eyes found their way to looking directly at the camera lens as a tiny smile appeared on her face.
“For the sake of the production crew’s safety, somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to be confined to a small, dark room…almost like a prison just for me. The door can only be unlocked from the outside so I’m practically stuck, just like a caged animal. Whoever thought that this would be a good safety measure is deadly wrong however. Do you know what happens when put someone, who thrives from roaming the endless reaches of Sherwood Forest, in a cage? Bad things happen. Their mind changes…devolve…mutates into those of an animal…a creature…a monster. Hell, the only difference between humans and animal is that while animals are caged against their own will, we create and live in our very own cages. Imagine what happens if you cage a wolf, the wolf would become incense…wilder…more bloodthirsty than what they originally were. Yet fortunately for those crew members I am trapped in here so all I can do is develop these animalistic characters, which is rather unfortunate for the seven that will take me on in a ladder match at Rasslemania.”
At the start of her words Miss Hood was clearly leaning her back against the wall but halfway through them she moved down onto all fours. By the time the forest girl has finished her words Robina has crawled over the camera, so she was directly face-to-face with the lens as the violent little Englishwoman continued to speak.
“The first person to climb up a ladder, grab the belt and get it down will be declared the North American Champion. We have the current North American Champion in Warren Peace…a veteran in Nathaniel Havok…Scotland’s pride, Evan McDonald…the unique Cid Phoenix…Hackney’s own Guv’Nor…the nightmare bringer Niobe Martin…the amazing, Amy Zing…and me. In this match many can climb but seven will fall as there can only be one true winner, one conqueror, one Champion. Unfortunately for those other seven these animal instincts are slowly devouring my sanity within these empty walls…this is not only a potentially bad thing for me but a tremendously devastating thing for them, since being disturbed was have prevented me from going insane…”
These words were deliberately spoken at a slow pace but halfway through these words Robina moved her right hand up, revealing a needle of some kind in her hand. After she finished her last few words Miss Hood slammed her hand down. Moments later she raised her left hand up, to reveal that she has just used the needle to stab her hand, a malicious grin appearing on her face as some blood dribbled down her palm.
“Guv…Niobe…Amy…Evan…Havok…Cid…Peace…bring your pride…bring your honour…and your Peacemakers…it won’t change a thing since, as if written in the stars above the forest of Sherwood, I will rise and I will be the new North American Champion…now somebody let me out here, so I can hurt somebody…”
Moments after finishing her toxic sounding words the footage suddenly fell into static as the last thing the camera could hear was the maniacal laughter of a young woman with nothing to lose.
“For the sake of the production crew’s safety, somebody thought it would be a good idea for me to be confined to a small, dark room…almost like a prison just for me. The door can only be unlocked from the outside so I’m practically stuck, just like a caged animal. Whoever thought that this would be a good safety measure is deadly wrong however. Do you know what happens when put someone, who thrives from roaming the endless reaches of Sherwood Forest, in a cage? Bad things happen. Their mind changes…devolve…mutates into those of an animal…a creature…a monster. Hell, the only difference between humans and animal is that while animals are caged against their own will, we create and live in our very own cages. Imagine what happens if you cage a wolf, the wolf would become incense…wilder…more bloodthirsty than what they originally were. Yet fortunately for those crew members I am trapped in here so all I can do is develop these animalistic characters, which is rather unfortunate for the seven that will take me on in a ladder match at Rasslemania.”
At the start of her words Miss Hood was clearly leaning her back against the wall but halfway through them she moved down onto all fours. By the time the forest girl has finished her words Robina has crawled over the camera, so she was directly face-to-face with the lens as the violent little Englishwoman continued to speak.
“The first person to climb up a ladder, grab the belt and get it down will be declared the North American Champion. We have the current North American Champion in Warren Peace…a veteran in Nathaniel Havok…Scotland’s pride, Evan McDonald…the unique Cid Phoenix…Hackney’s own Guv’Nor…the nightmare bringer Niobe Martin…the amazing, Amy Zing…and me. In this match many can climb but seven will fall as there can only be one true winner, one conqueror, one Champion. Unfortunately for those other seven these animal instincts are slowly devouring my sanity within these empty walls…this is not only a potentially bad thing for me but a tremendously devastating thing for them, since being disturbed was have prevented me from going insane…”
These words were deliberately spoken at a slow pace but halfway through these words Robina moved her right hand up, revealing a needle of some kind in her hand. After she finished her last few words Miss Hood slammed her hand down. Moments later she raised her left hand up, to reveal that she has just used the needle to stab her hand, a malicious grin appearing on her face as some blood dribbled down her palm.
“Guv…Niobe…Amy…Evan…Havok…Cid…Peace…bring your pride…bring your honour…and your Peacemakers…it won’t change a thing since, as if written in the stars above the forest of Sherwood, I will rise and I will be the new North American Champion…now somebody let me out here, so I can hurt somebody…”
Moments after finishing her toxic sounding words the footage suddenly fell into static as the last thing the camera could hear was the maniacal laughter of a young woman with nothing to lose.
Word Count for Entry 3 - 2346
Word Count for Entry 4 - 644
Total Word Count (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 2990
Grand Word Count of Both RPs (Discounting Entry Titles, Overall Coding & Count) - 5982
