Post by B.A. Styles on Mar 31, 2013 15:28:30 GMT -4
Rasslemania didn’t go the way Robina wanted it to, so close yet so far as in the end Guv’Nor won the match and the Championship…like nearly everybody predicted. Yet the first Meltdown post-Mania, as well as the first televised wrestling event to take place in Chile, will be main evented by the eighteen year old Brit as she battles her recent rival Amy Zing. Right after Rasslemania President Jeff announced that Amy Zing has been drafted over to Overdrive, thus making this main event not only Amy’s last match on Meltdown but also Robina’s final shot at defeating the Hong Kong Sensation. Seeing that she has been in quite a slump for the past x amount of weeks, Miss Hood needs to take this opportunity with both hands and stop a personally devastating rot. Yes Sienna Harrison has shown her faith in Robina since the first Meltdown of this year but, at this rate, even she must be having some doubt in her mind. So now it is time for young Robina to finally stand up and prove her doubters wrong.
The camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location seems to be a park of some kind, a grim and deserted one, as what it sees is an old rusty slide and beside that slide is none other than Meltdown’s own Robina Hood. She is currently wearing a Download two thousand and nine t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, with the shirt on the scars across her arms were practically in plain sight. A couple of years ago the young mother would cover these up in fear of being rejected but now she doesn’t care what people thought of these scars since, like a person in 30 Seconds To Mars’ ‘Closer to the Edge’ said…in the end, it makes you who you are. The female was leaning against the side of the slide as, a few silent seconds after the camera began to record, she began to speak.
“Rasslemania came, Rasslemania went and I am still searching for it, on my long and lonesome road. To many I am Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ but in my eyes I am Robina Hood, a Pathfinder looking for Perfection, and my point of no return was back when I nailed Niobe Martin with a steel chair. Tomorrow night I’ll be main eventing Chile’s first televised wrestling event against the departing Amy Zing. I am no mind reader but it is easily predictable that many of you believe that Amy would waltz down to the ring, give you all the greatest farewell speech that a liar can provide and beat in the middle of the ring, just to make her final moments of Meltdown memorable for all of you. While tomorrow night I will agree that finale of her Meltdown career will be memorable…but it’ll all be for the reasons you lot won’t want. I’ll hurt her, I’ll break her and I’ll beat her in the middle of the ring for all of you people to see. You may cheer her, you may love her but at no point has she ever, and I mean EVER, give any of you people any of that love back. She can make outrageous claims, like Sienna having sex with young Mannie, all she like but when have Zing ever muttered the word ‘thank you’ to you people? The same people that, knowing the civilisation of Chile, will have spent six months of their wage just to be in that arena chanting Amy’s name. Clearly she is going to lie to the world by thanking you people now when, frankly, she should have given you people the gratitude you all deserve…why aren’t I? Because I’m the antagonist of this chapter of Amy’s life. And unfortunately for dear Amy, this chapter will in the same way the ladder match did at Rasslemania…with Amy lying on her back.”
Robina’s eyes remained fully fixed upon the camera recording her as, about halfway through her words, the young lady moved to the small ladder attached to the slide and began to slowly climb up it one rung at a time. The camera zoomed out, looked upwards a bit and zoomed back in to only capture the upper body of this mentally unique individual as she moved so that she was sitting on top of the slide. With both her hands holding onto the sides, preventing herself from sliding down, the forest gal continued to speak.
“You don’t believe me Amy…what are you going to do about it? Beat me? Four weeks ago I wouldn’t have even considered defeat as a possibility but three weeks ago you did defeat me in a ladder match. So now I do have to consider defeat as a possible option, especially considering that my win-loss record is probably worst than Mister Dangerous, but while defeat is an option…I’m not going to lose Amy. I am on the road to perfection and, just like recovering from losing a loved one, the first step is acceptance. I have accepted that you have outdone me three weeks ago just like I accept the fact you outdone me in the battle royal and neither of us was able to win that ladder match…but the second step is redemption and tomorrow night I will redeem myself at YOUR expense. We fought in a battle that favoured aerial artists you, a battle of ladders, and you won Amy but now we are going to fight in a battle where it favours violent psychopaths like me…a battle of no count-outs and no disqualifications. Yes my win-loss record in this kind of situation seem to be the worst in APW history but it still gives me the edge over you for one reason Amy. I am young and stupid…nobody can boldly predict what I can actually do in a straight up fight. Meanwhile you came, you’ve shine and now you’re planning to leave with your head up high. Everyone knows what to expect of you while no one knows what to think of me. Does that give me an advantage? Does it put you at a disadvantage? Throughout the Vietnamese war the people of Vietnam were at a disadvantage of weaponry but still managed fight off the Americans to a draw so advantages and disadvantages mean absolutely nothing to our battle Amy. In this war of no disqualifications and count-outs there is only truly two things you …those things are your right hand and your left hand.”
Instead of looking back down towards the camera the young female was instead looking up towards the sky, as if searching for the answer to an unknown question. Her words weren’t as fast speaking as many others would try but they weren’t slower than a stutterer either. Instead the pace of Robina’s words were thoughtful, as if thinking of something else while speaking, but her words began to pick up some pace after a certain point. The quickness of her words increased more and more, almost as if building up to an explosion of momentum, but suddenly she stopped and looked down towards the camera lens with a slight grin on her face. As the words ‘right hand’ left her lips Robina’s right hand moved to a few inches in front of her right cheek, clenched into a fist, and when ‘left hand’ departed those very same lips her left hand became a fist as it moved in front of her other cheek. Without her hands holding onto the sides Robina naturally slid down the slide to the bottom where the forest gal ended up sitting, by having her feet land on the floor in a rather firm fashion. The camera zoomed out a bit and moved around, to the front of Miss Hood, and knelt down so it could look up towards the purple haired dynamo as her hands moved away from her face and placed themselves down upon her lap. An almost devious smile then appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to speak up yet again.
“What a fight we’re going to have Amy, without a shadow of a doubt, it is going to steal the show…for all the wrong reasons. You’ll be battered, bruised, broken, bleeding and begging for help. Yet you know what the best thing is Amy? Nobody is going to help you no matter how much you scream. There is not going to be some knight in shining armour running down that ramp way to save your sorry butt from the mauling of a lifetime. This is no fairytale Amy, this is professional wrestling and after I’m through with you…I would suggest that you take that first step and accept the fact that your very last Meltdown match will be remembered for me destroying you. Why am I set on the destruction of the Hong Kong Sensation? I could say that I am a human cancer that thrives on the annihilation of others while I could also say that booting you to the curve would do Sienna a tremendous favour, since everyone and their mothers know that you two can’t stand each other, but no…I would be a liar if I stated that I don’t enjoy hurting those who cross me but no, that isn’t the reason for my unquenchable thirst. The reason is a ten letter word…redemption. You’ve beaten me three weeks ago Amy and I was forced watch my friend suffer at your hands. Since that night I’ve been unable to avenge that travesty, hell the nearest thing I got to payback was when I nailed you with the Execution at Rasslemania. But it wasn’t enough, it was never enough and now I literally have just one last chance to redeem myself for that night of complete and utter failure. This is my chance to get my vengeance on you Amy and I’m going to wrestle you…I’m going to fight you Amy. I am going to fight you like everything is on the line because…in my case…it is.”
There is some clear confidence within her voice as the rough female continued to speak, her hands turning from fists into simple palms as they rest upon her knees. She did sound somewhat vindictive with some of her words but near the end of them her vindictive confidence flowed away. To a point where her right hand reached out, grabbed the camera recording her and pulled it close to herself so it could capture her lips perfectly as they said the words ‘in my case.’ After finishing those her final few words Robina lets go of the camera, allowing it settle its centre of balance, and glanced over to her left before bending down to possibly grab an object of some kind. It didn’t take long for the Iron Maiden get back up as she revealed to the camera that the object in her hand is nothing more than her trusty bow. She slotted her right arm into the gap between the string and the bow before pulling it up all the way to her shoulder, with the string facing towards the camera. After doing so the forest-dweller stood up from the slide, inviting the camera to get up so it would be eyelevel with her, before speaking up for what might be the final time.
“You and many other might be possibly proud of what I’ve done since my debut at the first Meltdown of this year, be it through my use of weapons or how violently vile I’ve been to my opponents, but the truth is this…I have never been proud of myself. After every match I have a lonely cold shower then, as I dry myself, I would look at myself through the mirror and say that I could have been better, what I should have done. I saw defeat in defeat but also defeat in victory as I’ve never been able to look myself in the eyes and say the words ‘I am proud of you.’ All this slump has done is simply give myself more and more reasons to be my own biggest critic…but maybe I’ll be able to silence that daunting voice with a victory over you Amy. I’ve never been proud of myself but perhaps I could AT LAST look at my reflection and say the words ‘you did well’ after I defeat you in front of the people you pretend to care so much about. Tomorrow night we’re going to war of no guns, no bombs and no death…instead we’re going to war of pride, honour, redemption and I guarantee you this Amy Zing…when it is all said and done, when all the dust has settled, Nicky Page would be saying something along the lines of…your winner of the match…”
This stage of honestly could be possibly considered a massive surprise for those who either don’t know, or claim to know, much about Robina as her tone of voice was considerably softer and gentler than when she said all of her previous words. Miss Hood’s body language could possibly show her reluctance to admitting these words but she continued on, determined to finish this promo of hers against an opponent she’ll most likely never get another shot at. During her very last few lines she slowed down her speech quite considerably, to a point where it took her about two seconds to say each of her last five words…but after saying them Robina’s left hand shot underneath the camera, gripped onto the manual focus adjuster and pulled it close to her face before saying her last two words.
“…Robina…Hood…”
Once the young British lass finished her final two words her right hand moved and pressed the off button on the camera, switching the camera off thus ending the recording of this piece of footage in the process, before turning to her right. Within moments the purple haired female ran off, the destination of her sprint being unknown…leaving the camera alone in this grim park for anybody to show up, think ‘hm, free shit,’ and grab it before running off with an expensive piece of equipment.
The camera began to record the scene in front of it. The location seems to be a park of some kind, a grim and deserted one, as what it sees is an old rusty slide and beside that slide is none other than Meltdown’s own Robina Hood. She is currently wearing a Download two thousand and nine t-shirt with a pair of blue jeans, with the shirt on the scars across her arms were practically in plain sight. A couple of years ago the young mother would cover these up in fear of being rejected but now she doesn’t care what people thought of these scars since, like a person in 30 Seconds To Mars’ ‘Closer to the Edge’ said…in the end, it makes you who you are. The female was leaning against the side of the slide as, a few silent seconds after the camera began to record, she began to speak.
“Rasslemania came, Rasslemania went and I am still searching for it, on my long and lonesome road. To many I am Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ but in my eyes I am Robina Hood, a Pathfinder looking for Perfection, and my point of no return was back when I nailed Niobe Martin with a steel chair. Tomorrow night I’ll be main eventing Chile’s first televised wrestling event against the departing Amy Zing. I am no mind reader but it is easily predictable that many of you believe that Amy would waltz down to the ring, give you all the greatest farewell speech that a liar can provide and beat in the middle of the ring, just to make her final moments of Meltdown memorable for all of you. While tomorrow night I will agree that finale of her Meltdown career will be memorable…but it’ll all be for the reasons you lot won’t want. I’ll hurt her, I’ll break her and I’ll beat her in the middle of the ring for all of you people to see. You may cheer her, you may love her but at no point has she ever, and I mean EVER, give any of you people any of that love back. She can make outrageous claims, like Sienna having sex with young Mannie, all she like but when have Zing ever muttered the word ‘thank you’ to you people? The same people that, knowing the civilisation of Chile, will have spent six months of their wage just to be in that arena chanting Amy’s name. Clearly she is going to lie to the world by thanking you people now when, frankly, she should have given you people the gratitude you all deserve…why aren’t I? Because I’m the antagonist of this chapter of Amy’s life. And unfortunately for dear Amy, this chapter will in the same way the ladder match did at Rasslemania…with Amy lying on her back.”
Robina’s eyes remained fully fixed upon the camera recording her as, about halfway through her words, the young lady moved to the small ladder attached to the slide and began to slowly climb up it one rung at a time. The camera zoomed out, looked upwards a bit and zoomed back in to only capture the upper body of this mentally unique individual as she moved so that she was sitting on top of the slide. With both her hands holding onto the sides, preventing herself from sliding down, the forest gal continued to speak.
“You don’t believe me Amy…what are you going to do about it? Beat me? Four weeks ago I wouldn’t have even considered defeat as a possibility but three weeks ago you did defeat me in a ladder match. So now I do have to consider defeat as a possible option, especially considering that my win-loss record is probably worst than Mister Dangerous, but while defeat is an option…I’m not going to lose Amy. I am on the road to perfection and, just like recovering from losing a loved one, the first step is acceptance. I have accepted that you have outdone me three weeks ago just like I accept the fact you outdone me in the battle royal and neither of us was able to win that ladder match…but the second step is redemption and tomorrow night I will redeem myself at YOUR expense. We fought in a battle that favoured aerial artists you, a battle of ladders, and you won Amy but now we are going to fight in a battle where it favours violent psychopaths like me…a battle of no count-outs and no disqualifications. Yes my win-loss record in this kind of situation seem to be the worst in APW history but it still gives me the edge over you for one reason Amy. I am young and stupid…nobody can boldly predict what I can actually do in a straight up fight. Meanwhile you came, you’ve shine and now you’re planning to leave with your head up high. Everyone knows what to expect of you while no one knows what to think of me. Does that give me an advantage? Does it put you at a disadvantage? Throughout the Vietnamese war the people of Vietnam were at a disadvantage of weaponry but still managed fight off the Americans to a draw so advantages and disadvantages mean absolutely nothing to our battle Amy. In this war of no disqualifications and count-outs there is only truly two things you …those things are your right hand and your left hand.”
Instead of looking back down towards the camera the young female was instead looking up towards the sky, as if searching for the answer to an unknown question. Her words weren’t as fast speaking as many others would try but they weren’t slower than a stutterer either. Instead the pace of Robina’s words were thoughtful, as if thinking of something else while speaking, but her words began to pick up some pace after a certain point. The quickness of her words increased more and more, almost as if building up to an explosion of momentum, but suddenly she stopped and looked down towards the camera lens with a slight grin on her face. As the words ‘right hand’ left her lips Robina’s right hand moved to a few inches in front of her right cheek, clenched into a fist, and when ‘left hand’ departed those very same lips her left hand became a fist as it moved in front of her other cheek. Without her hands holding onto the sides Robina naturally slid down the slide to the bottom where the forest gal ended up sitting, by having her feet land on the floor in a rather firm fashion. The camera zoomed out a bit and moved around, to the front of Miss Hood, and knelt down so it could look up towards the purple haired dynamo as her hands moved away from her face and placed themselves down upon her lap. An almost devious smile then appeared on Miss Hood’s face as she began to speak up yet again.
“What a fight we’re going to have Amy, without a shadow of a doubt, it is going to steal the show…for all the wrong reasons. You’ll be battered, bruised, broken, bleeding and begging for help. Yet you know what the best thing is Amy? Nobody is going to help you no matter how much you scream. There is not going to be some knight in shining armour running down that ramp way to save your sorry butt from the mauling of a lifetime. This is no fairytale Amy, this is professional wrestling and after I’m through with you…I would suggest that you take that first step and accept the fact that your very last Meltdown match will be remembered for me destroying you. Why am I set on the destruction of the Hong Kong Sensation? I could say that I am a human cancer that thrives on the annihilation of others while I could also say that booting you to the curve would do Sienna a tremendous favour, since everyone and their mothers know that you two can’t stand each other, but no…I would be a liar if I stated that I don’t enjoy hurting those who cross me but no, that isn’t the reason for my unquenchable thirst. The reason is a ten letter word…redemption. You’ve beaten me three weeks ago Amy and I was forced watch my friend suffer at your hands. Since that night I’ve been unable to avenge that travesty, hell the nearest thing I got to payback was when I nailed you with the Execution at Rasslemania. But it wasn’t enough, it was never enough and now I literally have just one last chance to redeem myself for that night of complete and utter failure. This is my chance to get my vengeance on you Amy and I’m going to wrestle you…I’m going to fight you Amy. I am going to fight you like everything is on the line because…in my case…it is.”
There is some clear confidence within her voice as the rough female continued to speak, her hands turning from fists into simple palms as they rest upon her knees. She did sound somewhat vindictive with some of her words but near the end of them her vindictive confidence flowed away. To a point where her right hand reached out, grabbed the camera recording her and pulled it close to herself so it could capture her lips perfectly as they said the words ‘in my case.’ After finishing those her final few words Robina lets go of the camera, allowing it settle its centre of balance, and glanced over to her left before bending down to possibly grab an object of some kind. It didn’t take long for the Iron Maiden get back up as she revealed to the camera that the object in her hand is nothing more than her trusty bow. She slotted her right arm into the gap between the string and the bow before pulling it up all the way to her shoulder, with the string facing towards the camera. After doing so the forest-dweller stood up from the slide, inviting the camera to get up so it would be eyelevel with her, before speaking up for what might be the final time.
“You and many other might be possibly proud of what I’ve done since my debut at the first Meltdown of this year, be it through my use of weapons or how violently vile I’ve been to my opponents, but the truth is this…I have never been proud of myself. After every match I have a lonely cold shower then, as I dry myself, I would look at myself through the mirror and say that I could have been better, what I should have done. I saw defeat in defeat but also defeat in victory as I’ve never been able to look myself in the eyes and say the words ‘I am proud of you.’ All this slump has done is simply give myself more and more reasons to be my own biggest critic…but maybe I’ll be able to silence that daunting voice with a victory over you Amy. I’ve never been proud of myself but perhaps I could AT LAST look at my reflection and say the words ‘you did well’ after I defeat you in front of the people you pretend to care so much about. Tomorrow night we’re going to war of no guns, no bombs and no death…instead we’re going to war of pride, honour, redemption and I guarantee you this Amy Zing…when it is all said and done, when all the dust has settled, Nicky Page would be saying something along the lines of…your winner of the match…”
This stage of honestly could be possibly considered a massive surprise for those who either don’t know, or claim to know, much about Robina as her tone of voice was considerably softer and gentler than when she said all of her previous words. Miss Hood’s body language could possibly show her reluctance to admitting these words but she continued on, determined to finish this promo of hers against an opponent she’ll most likely never get another shot at. During her very last few lines she slowed down her speech quite considerably, to a point where it took her about two seconds to say each of her last five words…but after saying them Robina’s left hand shot underneath the camera, gripped onto the manual focus adjuster and pulled it close to her face before saying her last two words.
“…Robina…Hood…”
Once the young British lass finished her final two words her right hand moved and pressed the off button on the camera, switching the camera off thus ending the recording of this piece of footage in the process, before turning to her right. Within moments the purple haired female ran off, the destination of her sprint being unknown…leaving the camera alone in this grim park for anybody to show up, think ‘hm, free shit,’ and grab it before running off with an expensive piece of equipment.
