Post by B.A. Styles on Apr 7, 2013 16:47:57 GMT -4
Not as motivated as I wish I was. >_> Made this in two hours, hope you like anyway. 
“If I told you that last week’s victory over that piece of trailer trash was my first victory in almost two months…would you believe me?”
Those words were the first thing that the camera heard moments after the record button was pressed. The location of this promo is some street corner as sitting there, on the edge of the pavement, is the purple haired dynamo that many across Meltdown knows as Robina Hood. Just six days ago, in front of the sold out crowd of Chile, Robina marked her second main event appearance with a rather impressive no disqualification victory over Overdrive’s Amy Zing. Yes she used a crowbar to knock the Asian unconscious but at the end of the day the records book would state that Robina pinned Amy, in her last match as a Meltdown competitor, in the middle of the ring. Robina is currently wearing a green tunic and black wrestling boots with matching knee pads, as well as a wrist guard on her left arm, as the young Brit glanced towards the camera, with a slight grin upon her face, after saying those very words.
“Believe it or not, that is the truth, for over a month I’ve lost and lost…and lost again. That was until last week when I not just beat Amy Zing but I did what I told Sienna I would do and ended Amy’s last night on Meltdown with a concussion. Yet I honestly feel a little mixed about this victory…on one hand I scored the win and managed to practically steal the show…on the other hand the fact that my victory has been marked as an upset actually feels quite belittling…just like the Bradford versus Arsenal match people only seem to care because the big name lost to the little name, not the fact that the little name managed to beat the big name. Yet another thing that feels belittling was that a while ago me and Amy fought one-on-one and everyone thought of us as evenly matched back then. Well for this something for you nimrods…you can call my victories upsets but frankly this win was nothing more than successful vengeance. Vengeance for that ladder match…vengeance for the fact that I can’t seem to outdo you until that one moment last week…and vengeance for the guilt of knowing that I failed to uphold a promise I made to a very good friend of mine. But with vengeance completed the next thing for me to do is to re-establish myself as the only megastar worth the title ‘Perfect,’ which I plan to do tomorrow night as I take on the returning Yarmouth.”
While saying her words the Englishwoman looked out towards the road, watching vehicle after almost lifeless vehicle breeze pass, yet her eyes would occasionally glance towards the camera recording her after every few sentences. The grin originally disappeared after the words ‘marked as an upset’ but it slowly managed to return itself upon her lips when the forest gal mentioned the name of the person she’ll be facing tomorrow night.
“Was he Stefan Raab’s tag team partner or is he like Stefan’s arch-nemesis? Either way it doesn’t mean a thing to me considering he left a long while ago, almost to the point where some people forgot who the hell he is, and just last week be came back. Did he come back and kick some ass like major protagonists do? Nope, he instead came out and WASTED valuable airtime with a sop story, which is most likely either completely fictional or total misrepresentation, in a completely lame attempt to have people welcome you back with open arms. Now, almost a whole week after you went all cry-baby on air, you plan reignite your flame of glory at the expense of probably…no, not probably, the best megastar Meltdown will ever have? Don’t make me laugh. You probably are quite popular in the locker room area but that doesn’t contribute to the amount of pain and suffering I’ve been through, not just physically but also mentally, before hearing the impact of crowbar against face. Talking about pain and suffering…how does feel to know that your daddy is being devoured by his fellow worms? Seriously, I want to know what it felt like to watch his dead body being put in an easily flammable box? Or did you simply left his carcass in god-forsaken sty for the rest of your relatives to gobble him up? You might cry in your sleep about the thoughts of dear daddy no longer being there for you but, in my opinion, your old man snuffing it might have been the greatest blessing this world ever got…since now planet Earth won’t have to wear about the prospect of more idiots, like you Yarmouth, being born.”
The eighteen year old sounded quite nasty when she made her claim about Yarmouth story not only being a waste of airtime but also a piece of fiction as, after arrogantly calling herself ‘the best megastar Meltdown will ever have,’ Robina turned her body fully to her left to look directly at the camera. The only thing stopping the camera from seeing what under she had on, since the female didn’t see a point in crossing her legs, is her quiver of arrows. Her manner changed from nasty to down right cruel as she began her barrage of negative questions targeted at her opponent’s father and once she finished cruelly said words a smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face, as if proud of what she has said.
“Have I struck a nerve…fella? Well do yourself a favour fella…cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since me losing to some piece of crap like you is as likely to happen as Michael Jackson is to come out from the grave and make a new number one. And yes you didn’t hear me wrong, while some people might be singing your praises, I think you’re nothing more than a piece of crap…fella. ‘Oh my daddy was killed, wah! Wah!’ So fucking what? No one truly cares about some worm feast that no one, outside of your family, has heard of. If anything, if your story is somewhat true, then I would congratulate the murderer myself since that caused you to leave, thus saving Action Packed Wrestling television from your sorry ass. People may believe that you’ll return to Meltdown in a blaze of glory, with you reigniting your success like you never truly left…frankly the people of San Nicolas will be gifted to the sight of something igniting…but it isn’t your star that is going to be ignited, my star is going to be reignited at YOUR expense fella. You probably lost a lot more matches than I’ve even competed in and you probably were one hell of a decent athlete back in your earlier stint. But if you plan on starting this stint with a bang you’re sadly mistaken for the girl in the green tunic, sitting right here in Brooklyn at the moment, will be damned before she ever, and I Robina Hood means EVER, be the expense of anyone’s success again.”
After finishing her second or third line she slowly began to stand up onto her feet, reaching and grabbing the camera while getting up, before noticing an empty looking alleyway out of the corner of her eye. So the young woman turned her body towards the alleyway and began to wander into that street before deciding to speak up again, knowing that the camera is looking directly at her face.
“Why am I in Brooklyn instead of entering Argentina? Some personal business I have tonight…but that question isn’t important, especially considering a whole day’s travel from here to there won’t stop me from kicking your ass. Yet what is important were the words you said last week, fella…you uttered the words ‘Yarmouth is gonna kick someone’s ass all over the place.’ Well frankly you’ve got the wrong ‘someone’ fella because this ‘someone’ is going to kick your ass from the Luna Park Arena all the way to places like Biblioteca Popular Rafael de Aguiar and San Nicolas Regional Faculty. But do you want to know why I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow night, Yarmouth? Well either you do or don’t, I’ll be a good girl and tell you…you are nothing more than scum. Your mother is scum…whatever siblings you may have are scum…whatever pet you might own is a hairy scum…your grandparents are sum…hell your dear daddy is a piece of scum that is filling the bellies of every worm that finds him. Your family tree is full of the lowest form of scum that have ever walked on God’s cruel Earth and you, fella, is by way the WORST of them all. I meanwhile am not only Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ but I am also the ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ and I plan on breaking you like I broke Amy Zing. Got that………fella?”
Every time she said ‘fella’ the female did it in a mock New York accent, clearly a cheap tease towards Yarmouth…but while it sounded interesting that Robina knew of a couple of locations within San Nicolas, it was pretty insulting when Miss Hood practically classed Yarmouth’s entire family as scum. By the times she got to the words ‘got that’ the forest girl found a closed bin and the Iron Maiden placed the camera on the bin lid, with it facing her, before mockingly saying ‘fella’ a final time. Once she did that the young female reached her right hand out, pressed the stop button before fully switching off the camera. Afterwards a soft sigh left Robina’s mouth as she turned around and walked out of the alleyway, leaving the camera behind to be possibly taken by some homeless person that wanted some quick money.
Those words were the first thing that the camera heard moments after the record button was pressed. The location of this promo is some street corner as sitting there, on the edge of the pavement, is the purple haired dynamo that many across Meltdown knows as Robina Hood. Just six days ago, in front of the sold out crowd of Chile, Robina marked her second main event appearance with a rather impressive no disqualification victory over Overdrive’s Amy Zing. Yes she used a crowbar to knock the Asian unconscious but at the end of the day the records book would state that Robina pinned Amy, in her last match as a Meltdown competitor, in the middle of the ring. Robina is currently wearing a green tunic and black wrestling boots with matching knee pads, as well as a wrist guard on her left arm, as the young Brit glanced towards the camera, with a slight grin upon her face, after saying those very words.
“Believe it or not, that is the truth, for over a month I’ve lost and lost…and lost again. That was until last week when I not just beat Amy Zing but I did what I told Sienna I would do and ended Amy’s last night on Meltdown with a concussion. Yet I honestly feel a little mixed about this victory…on one hand I scored the win and managed to practically steal the show…on the other hand the fact that my victory has been marked as an upset actually feels quite belittling…just like the Bradford versus Arsenal match people only seem to care because the big name lost to the little name, not the fact that the little name managed to beat the big name. Yet another thing that feels belittling was that a while ago me and Amy fought one-on-one and everyone thought of us as evenly matched back then. Well for this something for you nimrods…you can call my victories upsets but frankly this win was nothing more than successful vengeance. Vengeance for that ladder match…vengeance for the fact that I can’t seem to outdo you until that one moment last week…and vengeance for the guilt of knowing that I failed to uphold a promise I made to a very good friend of mine. But with vengeance completed the next thing for me to do is to re-establish myself as the only megastar worth the title ‘Perfect,’ which I plan to do tomorrow night as I take on the returning Yarmouth.”
While saying her words the Englishwoman looked out towards the road, watching vehicle after almost lifeless vehicle breeze pass, yet her eyes would occasionally glance towards the camera recording her after every few sentences. The grin originally disappeared after the words ‘marked as an upset’ but it slowly managed to return itself upon her lips when the forest gal mentioned the name of the person she’ll be facing tomorrow night.
“Was he Stefan Raab’s tag team partner or is he like Stefan’s arch-nemesis? Either way it doesn’t mean a thing to me considering he left a long while ago, almost to the point where some people forgot who the hell he is, and just last week be came back. Did he come back and kick some ass like major protagonists do? Nope, he instead came out and WASTED valuable airtime with a sop story, which is most likely either completely fictional or total misrepresentation, in a completely lame attempt to have people welcome you back with open arms. Now, almost a whole week after you went all cry-baby on air, you plan reignite your flame of glory at the expense of probably…no, not probably, the best megastar Meltdown will ever have? Don’t make me laugh. You probably are quite popular in the locker room area but that doesn’t contribute to the amount of pain and suffering I’ve been through, not just physically but also mentally, before hearing the impact of crowbar against face. Talking about pain and suffering…how does feel to know that your daddy is being devoured by his fellow worms? Seriously, I want to know what it felt like to watch his dead body being put in an easily flammable box? Or did you simply left his carcass in god-forsaken sty for the rest of your relatives to gobble him up? You might cry in your sleep about the thoughts of dear daddy no longer being there for you but, in my opinion, your old man snuffing it might have been the greatest blessing this world ever got…since now planet Earth won’t have to wear about the prospect of more idiots, like you Yarmouth, being born.”
The eighteen year old sounded quite nasty when she made her claim about Yarmouth story not only being a waste of airtime but also a piece of fiction as, after arrogantly calling herself ‘the best megastar Meltdown will ever have,’ Robina turned her body fully to her left to look directly at the camera. The only thing stopping the camera from seeing what under she had on, since the female didn’t see a point in crossing her legs, is her quiver of arrows. Her manner changed from nasty to down right cruel as she began her barrage of negative questions targeted at her opponent’s father and once she finished cruelly said words a smile appeared on Miss Hood’s face, as if proud of what she has said.
“Have I struck a nerve…fella? Well do yourself a favour fella…cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since me losing to some piece of crap like you is as likely to happen as Michael Jackson is to come out from the grave and make a new number one. And yes you didn’t hear me wrong, while some people might be singing your praises, I think you’re nothing more than a piece of crap…fella. ‘Oh my daddy was killed, wah! Wah!’ So fucking what? No one truly cares about some worm feast that no one, outside of your family, has heard of. If anything, if your story is somewhat true, then I would congratulate the murderer myself since that caused you to leave, thus saving Action Packed Wrestling television from your sorry ass. People may believe that you’ll return to Meltdown in a blaze of glory, with you reigniting your success like you never truly left…frankly the people of San Nicolas will be gifted to the sight of something igniting…but it isn’t your star that is going to be ignited, my star is going to be reignited at YOUR expense fella. You probably lost a lot more matches than I’ve even competed in and you probably were one hell of a decent athlete back in your earlier stint. But if you plan on starting this stint with a bang you’re sadly mistaken for the girl in the green tunic, sitting right here in Brooklyn at the moment, will be damned before she ever, and I Robina Hood means EVER, be the expense of anyone’s success again.”
After finishing her second or third line she slowly began to stand up onto her feet, reaching and grabbing the camera while getting up, before noticing an empty looking alleyway out of the corner of her eye. So the young woman turned her body towards the alleyway and began to wander into that street before deciding to speak up again, knowing that the camera is looking directly at her face.
“Why am I in Brooklyn instead of entering Argentina? Some personal business I have tonight…but that question isn’t important, especially considering a whole day’s travel from here to there won’t stop me from kicking your ass. Yet what is important were the words you said last week, fella…you uttered the words ‘Yarmouth is gonna kick someone’s ass all over the place.’ Well frankly you’ve got the wrong ‘someone’ fella because this ‘someone’ is going to kick your ass from the Luna Park Arena all the way to places like Biblioteca Popular Rafael de Aguiar and San Nicolas Regional Faculty. But do you want to know why I’m going to kick your ass tomorrow night, Yarmouth? Well either you do or don’t, I’ll be a good girl and tell you…you are nothing more than scum. Your mother is scum…whatever siblings you may have are scum…whatever pet you might own is a hairy scum…your grandparents are sum…hell your dear daddy is a piece of scum that is filling the bellies of every worm that finds him. Your family tree is full of the lowest form of scum that have ever walked on God’s cruel Earth and you, fella, is by way the WORST of them all. I meanwhile am not only Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ but I am also the ‘Future of Action Packed Wrestling’ and I plan on breaking you like I broke Amy Zing. Got that………fella?”
Every time she said ‘fella’ the female did it in a mock New York accent, clearly a cheap tease towards Yarmouth…but while it sounded interesting that Robina knew of a couple of locations within San Nicolas, it was pretty insulting when Miss Hood practically classed Yarmouth’s entire family as scum. By the times she got to the words ‘got that’ the forest girl found a closed bin and the Iron Maiden placed the camera on the bin lid, with it facing her, before mockingly saying ‘fella’ a final time. Once she did that the young female reached her right hand out, pressed the stop button before fully switching off the camera. Afterwards a soft sigh left Robina’s mouth as she turned around and walked out of the alleyway, leaving the camera behind to be possibly taken by some homeless person that wanted some quick money.
