Post by B.A. Styles on Apr 28, 2013 16:39:35 GMT -4
“You can trust me…what a joke, why did I have to say something as stupid as that?”
The location is one of the rooms within this Brazilian hotel and currently in the bathroom, looking at her reflection while brushing her purple hair, is the young Meltdown megastar known as Robina Hood. Being by herself Miss Hood is literally wearing nothing, thus revealing a decent part of her pale yet nicely refined body to the camera recording her. Five days ago the young uttered the words ‘you can trust me’ to Sienna yet, later in the show, she ended up losing to one Michael Jennings. Since that result every minute of every dream of every night was haunted by those four daunting words, refusing to fade away. A few moments after asking that question the young Brit continued to speak, possibly oblivious to the camera recording her.
“Sienna trusted me and, yet again, I’ve let her down. She put all her faith in me just to watch me fall…its so disappointing…its so depressing…its so wrong. Why do I fail time and time and time again when it matters the most. I failed at Rasslemania, I failed against that fat piece of shit Yarmouth and I failed last week against that buffoon Michael Jennings. Sienna trust appears to be never-ending but is she truly losing her faith in me? Have I become too unreliable for her? Why are these questions following me wherever I go?”
Both her voice and her resolve founded broken as the Iron Maiden continue to talk to her reflection, sounding somewhat like a three year old girl who lost her teddy bear. The slowness of her words also made the young women sound over ten years younger than what she actually is but at the very moment her last question departed from her lips Robina’s eyes suddenly snapped towards the camera.
“You do know the answer to my question?”
Almost like a flick of a switch Miss Hood’s innocently lost voice was replaced by one of monstrous darkness, making it obvious that she knew the entire time about the camera while continuing to brush her hair.
“Well do you know the answer? Can you answer my questions? Can you answer the reason for my mental breakdown…yes…everyday I feel like I’m breaking down on the inside. The pain that comes feels insane, unreasonable, inhuman……then again…haven’t we all been inhuman in some way or another? Be it from extermination wildlife or enjoying the pain that others suffer, each and everyone of us have been inhuman. We are all cruel, we are all sickening and we are all disturbed…isn’t that right Michael Jennings?”
Moments after saying the name of one of her upcoming opponents the young woman stopped brushing her hair and placed the brush down on the side of the sink. After doing that her right hand reached down, picked up a pair of glasses and put them on before looking more directly at the camera.
“Last week you pointed out a subject I wished to forever leave behind…childhood…the childhood of an unloved girl…the sexually abused childhood of an outcast…my childhood. Bad things come, bad things go but that evil has forever scarred me mentally…my tear-filled screams…the laughter of my siblings…the negligence of my parents. I hated every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day within that childhood for it has caused me to be this disturbing woman you were barely lucky enough to survive last week. You pinned me last week and I congratulate you for that Jennings, as well as I condemn myself for using your self-written biography as a source of information, but do you know what happens when somebody is constantly reminded of their darkest days?”
After every few lines Robina adjusted the position of her glasses, since they keep slipping down her nose, yet why is this vicious young woman wearing a pair of glasses? Either this question be answered or not, it didn’t bother the girl as she opened up a little cupboard, that the mirror was part of, and pulled out some nail varnish before shutting the cupboard.
“Some breakdown and cry. Some laugh and hide their tears with a fake smile. Some lashes out in anger, thus ruining whatever remains of their life. And some this darkest as a motivation to better themselves. I speak from experience, for all of those things happened to me, but there is a final that someone does…that someone does when push deeper and deeper within the torturous side of one’s mind. They clutch onto that memory, they embrace that memory and they let that memory corrupt their sanity. But then again you can’t break what is broken, even the psyche, and I know that many claim that I’m violent or how I would be willing to behead my own father…heh…maybe I am the former but I am definitely the latter. The sins we commit come, the sins we commit goes but what remains is the evil left behind and perhaps I am the personification of my own demons or even the aftermath of a monster’s delight…”
Her eyes changed their attention to the nails she’s varnishing but the Emo Princess’ words showed that she was still focused on this promo, even though the slowness of them was probably so that she could get some detail down with polishing her nails. After considering herself as ‘the aftermath of a monster’s delight’
“Yet it is through these bloodlust eyes that I can see the line in the sand which shows me that your evolution not only result in the devolution of Action Packed Wrestling, but also brings forth the apocalypse of Meltdown. I am the future of Meltdown, no the future of Action Packed Wrestling and I don’t give a damn about what happens to me, physically and mentally, for I shall the plug of your future with both hands and rip them out without a second thought. I am the future, you are a nobody and I’ll be damned if some dog-faced vagabond steals my stardom, the very stardom that I fought so fucking hard for since day one.”
‘Line in the sand?’ ‘Evolution’ causing ‘devolution?’ What is the meaning behind her words now? The darkness lingers in her voice, as halfway through her words, she began to step towards the recording device. With each few words she stepped closer and closer, with each step getting slower and slower, before stopping within reaching distance from the camera. Perhaps she failed to notice that now both of her nipples are on show but then again perhaps she did since Robina’s expression didn’t change as, after finishing her words, the eighteen year old reached out and picked up the camera.
“You did manage to defeat me last week Michael and I’ll congratulate you for it, just as much as I’ll congratulate Guv’Nor for saving the North American Championship from your filthy hands, but here is some news for you Sunshine. You might value yourself as a star but in my eyes you are nothing more than the scum you hate the most and this Monday I’m going to put an end to the joke that you consider as a career. Perhaps you’re fighting because you want to fight or perhaps you’re fighting to look tough enough to compensate for something else, something a little private, but this Monday is how this two week saga, between you and I, will end. I will hurt you, I’ll make you bleed and I’ll ensure, by the end of the match, you are nothing more than a broken man…”
While beginning her word the teenage mother began to walk out of the bathroom. Once she exited that room she turned to her right, since to the left is a room door, and didn’t spend too long in arriving to the lonely double bed. Even though it didn’t take long to arrive Robina did purposely take her time with get around the side and sitting herself down on the bed, most likely to give herself something to do as she spoke. It could possibly be amusing to see that Miss Hood was carrying the camera as if it was her daughter Sarah but once she finished her words the young woman placed the camera on top of one of the pillows before sliding off the bed. With herself only on her knees, the bed edge somewhat covering part of her chest, she looked towards the camera with a slight hint of confusion on her face.
“Why? Not because I can nor because Sienna would want me to eradicate you, since its obvious that she doesn’t want you on this show. Maybe you want my reason for your suffering, as well as the termination of your career, to be something cool or epic like ‘oh we worked in the same independent together at one time’ or some other fictional crap. Well, sorry Michael, I’m just to give you the truest of truths…the reason why I’m going to give you pain in the most inhumane way possible, this Monday, is because………it brings a smile to my face.”
As she said her last four words an almost sickening smile appeared on the young Brit’s faces face as just moments later a Joker like laugh escaped her lips. Once she finished her laugh Robina simply stood up and turned around, instead of just switching off the camera, before bending over…possibly to get some clothes out of the drawers.
“Maybe I am a little sadistic, or even extremely sadistic, but like some dick once said…it’s better to be full-hearted about something than to be half-hearted about everything…okay I admit that he didn’t say those exact words, but those words were basically what that div meant when bashing one Margaret Thatcher. I admit that I am too young to actually notice what effect she has on the country but frankly I’m not interested in that kind of politics. If anything a meteorite could fall out of the sky, crash on the Whitehouse and slaughter every politician today…yet I would still not care. One of the few things that I do care about is the North American Championship that happens to be around his grubby waist at the moment. And for those idiots that doesn’t know who I’m talking about, I’ll say it very slowly…Guuuuv…Nooooor.”
While saying her words Miss Hood continued to look for something to wear, unintentionally showing-off her bare bottom towards the camera, but halfway through her words she managed to find a black bra with matching panties. Without much hesitation Robina slipped her panties on while keeping her back to the recording device, revealing to the camera that the back of her underwear is a Triforce logo. When her panties were on the young woman spun around to face the camera so she could say the name of Meltdown’s current Champion, the slowness was to insult the intelligence of the Brazilian audience while the tone of voice used could possibly show her dislike towards The Guv’Nor.
“Guv’Nor, got it? Good, he isn’t exactly a person I would enjoy speaking of a lot, at least not as much as the typically brain-dead fan-girls that keep invading our beautiful shows these days. Talking about invasions…wouldn’t invasion be the perfect word to describe your career here Guv’Nor? Meltdown was a beautiful theatre full of flowers with Sienna as the empress and me as the grand finale for these unappreciative spectators but then, like a fox in a chicken coop, you bumbled through the doors…rampaged onto the stage and began to make your own performance. Sure those filthy commoners enjoy your show, hell that is literally the only reason Sienna hasn’t sent you into unemployment yet. But it doesn’t change the fact that all things come to an end, even this Made in Hackney crap you keep on saying at the end of every single transcript and nearly every single time you touch a microphone. Hell that is probably why you’ve never shot a full promo yet, because you know that ‘Made in Hackney’ this and ‘Made in Hackney’ being repeated over and over and over again would be the most boring thing inexistence since the fiftieth Gangnam Style imitation.”
While Saying her first line the purple haired dynamo tried to put her bra on. While its easy enough to slip the arms through the straps…the last part at the back, the part that ensures that the back-strap thing won’t flap about the place, was practically a nightmare to do by yourself, especially when trying to shoot a promo while not relying on a mirror. By the time she spoke of a stupidly popular antic on YouTube Robina finally got the bra on and sighed faintly before continuing to speak.
“But while you lack what some would call ‘the gob’ you definitely make up for it in the ring…as somebody who’ve confronted you on quite a few occasions, I have as much right as necessary to say that you can put up a phenomenal fight. Twice we actually had a match and both times you had your hand raised while, with my head hung down in shame, I had to take the silent walk to the back where Sienna would look me in the eyes and tell me that I did alright. Even though I could tell, just by looking straight into her eyes, that she holds her doubt towards me…how did she put it last week? ‘I’ve put a lot of stock on you?’ Do you know how it feels Guv? Do you know how it feels to have someone put tons of faith in you yet you end up throwing it all back in their face?”
Even though originally planning to sit on the bed again, the Iron Maiden instead chose to looks in a couple more drawers, clearly she organised her clothes within these drawers. Halfway through the words she pulled out a couple of t-shirts, a ‘Rock in Rio 2011’ shirt and a blank black shirt with the white words ‘I fear not the jaws of death’ in bold, and began to compare them. It was only after finishing her words that the young megastar chose the quote shirt and quickly put it on while deciding to continue.
“It hurts…it burns…it feels like I’m burning within the fire of thousand suns…for the sins of my hand…the sins of my tongue…the sins of my father…the sins of my young. It’s so cruel, inhuman even, to be the star attraction only to be violated by some invader that smells like he has been smashed every single day of the week. But fortunately the performance isn’t over yet as you team up with the guy you fought last week, Michael Jennings, against me and Billy Pepsi in a tag team match…now I don’t like the idea of sharing my spotlight with some scumbag that can’t tell his boss from some hideous Brazilian hooker but that won’t change the scene that has been written in the stars.”
Bra, panties and shirt…what is missing? A skirt! Or just a pair of bottoms and that is what the female was looking for as she slowly said her first four words. It didn’t take long for the girl to chose a pair and yet again spun around to face the camera, revealing that these are a black pair of trousers with something like Tetris blocks falling down them, as she made her claim about Guv’Nor being drunk ‘everyday.’ Out of all the clothing, the bottoms were the easiest thing to get into as she managed to slip into these just before she said ‘written in the stars.’
“What has been written? I can’t give you too many spoilers dear Guv’Nor some simple factors…one, we all fight in a tag team match were we all can chose one weapon each to legalise. Two, no matter how much you two try to resist…in the end you and Michael Jennings’ allegiance will combust. And three, when it does I will capitalise on it and strike you down for the one…two…three.”
Now without the clothes to put on Robina laid herself down on the bed with her eyes locked onto the camera lens as she spoke those words a bit more seriously than she did with all of her words before hand.
“What will my weapon of choice be? I guess that many of you are expect a crowbar while others are expecting a steel chair, hell I could even pull a spike out of one of my boots and use it to bust either of you two Muppets open…but why should I give the audience spoilers towards this grand performance? But if you want something, then here is something…expect a smashing event within my theatre. Is that not good enough for you? No bad, Guv, since there won’t be a point to seeing the show if people know what will happen.”
A chuckle departed from the young lady’s lips after finishing her words, her voice now loosened out of darkness and into innocence as she sat up on the bed, reached out for the camera and grabbed it. Once the recorder was in her hands Robina held it close to herself but not too close, so it could see her face as she spoke up a final time.
“Guv’Nor, Michael Jennings…we are all inhuman in our own ways but this Monday, in our grand performance, you’ll why I am indeed………inhuman.”
Even though those words sounded threatening the innocence in her voice, as well as the sweet smile she gave out, make it feel more like a beautiful threat instead of a frightening one. This sweet, cheery smile was the last thing the camera saw before Robina Hood used her right hand to switch off the recording device, putting an end to this promo in the process.
The location is one of the rooms within this Brazilian hotel and currently in the bathroom, looking at her reflection while brushing her purple hair, is the young Meltdown megastar known as Robina Hood. Being by herself Miss Hood is literally wearing nothing, thus revealing a decent part of her pale yet nicely refined body to the camera recording her. Five days ago the young uttered the words ‘you can trust me’ to Sienna yet, later in the show, she ended up losing to one Michael Jennings. Since that result every minute of every dream of every night was haunted by those four daunting words, refusing to fade away. A few moments after asking that question the young Brit continued to speak, possibly oblivious to the camera recording her.
“Sienna trusted me and, yet again, I’ve let her down. She put all her faith in me just to watch me fall…its so disappointing…its so depressing…its so wrong. Why do I fail time and time and time again when it matters the most. I failed at Rasslemania, I failed against that fat piece of shit Yarmouth and I failed last week against that buffoon Michael Jennings. Sienna trust appears to be never-ending but is she truly losing her faith in me? Have I become too unreliable for her? Why are these questions following me wherever I go?”
Both her voice and her resolve founded broken as the Iron Maiden continue to talk to her reflection, sounding somewhat like a three year old girl who lost her teddy bear. The slowness of her words also made the young women sound over ten years younger than what she actually is but at the very moment her last question departed from her lips Robina’s eyes suddenly snapped towards the camera.
“You do know the answer to my question?”
Almost like a flick of a switch Miss Hood’s innocently lost voice was replaced by one of monstrous darkness, making it obvious that she knew the entire time about the camera while continuing to brush her hair.
“Well do you know the answer? Can you answer my questions? Can you answer the reason for my mental breakdown…yes…everyday I feel like I’m breaking down on the inside. The pain that comes feels insane, unreasonable, inhuman……then again…haven’t we all been inhuman in some way or another? Be it from extermination wildlife or enjoying the pain that others suffer, each and everyone of us have been inhuman. We are all cruel, we are all sickening and we are all disturbed…isn’t that right Michael Jennings?”
Moments after saying the name of one of her upcoming opponents the young woman stopped brushing her hair and placed the brush down on the side of the sink. After doing that her right hand reached down, picked up a pair of glasses and put them on before looking more directly at the camera.
“Last week you pointed out a subject I wished to forever leave behind…childhood…the childhood of an unloved girl…the sexually abused childhood of an outcast…my childhood. Bad things come, bad things go but that evil has forever scarred me mentally…my tear-filled screams…the laughter of my siblings…the negligence of my parents. I hated every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day within that childhood for it has caused me to be this disturbing woman you were barely lucky enough to survive last week. You pinned me last week and I congratulate you for that Jennings, as well as I condemn myself for using your self-written biography as a source of information, but do you know what happens when somebody is constantly reminded of their darkest days?”
After every few lines Robina adjusted the position of her glasses, since they keep slipping down her nose, yet why is this vicious young woman wearing a pair of glasses? Either this question be answered or not, it didn’t bother the girl as she opened up a little cupboard, that the mirror was part of, and pulled out some nail varnish before shutting the cupboard.
“Some breakdown and cry. Some laugh and hide their tears with a fake smile. Some lashes out in anger, thus ruining whatever remains of their life. And some this darkest as a motivation to better themselves. I speak from experience, for all of those things happened to me, but there is a final that someone does…that someone does when push deeper and deeper within the torturous side of one’s mind. They clutch onto that memory, they embrace that memory and they let that memory corrupt their sanity. But then again you can’t break what is broken, even the psyche, and I know that many claim that I’m violent or how I would be willing to behead my own father…heh…maybe I am the former but I am definitely the latter. The sins we commit come, the sins we commit goes but what remains is the evil left behind and perhaps I am the personification of my own demons or even the aftermath of a monster’s delight…”
Her eyes changed their attention to the nails she’s varnishing but the Emo Princess’ words showed that she was still focused on this promo, even though the slowness of them was probably so that she could get some detail down with polishing her nails. After considering herself as ‘the aftermath of a monster’s delight’
“Yet it is through these bloodlust eyes that I can see the line in the sand which shows me that your evolution not only result in the devolution of Action Packed Wrestling, but also brings forth the apocalypse of Meltdown. I am the future of Meltdown, no the future of Action Packed Wrestling and I don’t give a damn about what happens to me, physically and mentally, for I shall the plug of your future with both hands and rip them out without a second thought. I am the future, you are a nobody and I’ll be damned if some dog-faced vagabond steals my stardom, the very stardom that I fought so fucking hard for since day one.”
‘Line in the sand?’ ‘Evolution’ causing ‘devolution?’ What is the meaning behind her words now? The darkness lingers in her voice, as halfway through her words, she began to step towards the recording device. With each few words she stepped closer and closer, with each step getting slower and slower, before stopping within reaching distance from the camera. Perhaps she failed to notice that now both of her nipples are on show but then again perhaps she did since Robina’s expression didn’t change as, after finishing her words, the eighteen year old reached out and picked up the camera.
“You did manage to defeat me last week Michael and I’ll congratulate you for it, just as much as I’ll congratulate Guv’Nor for saving the North American Championship from your filthy hands, but here is some news for you Sunshine. You might value yourself as a star but in my eyes you are nothing more than the scum you hate the most and this Monday I’m going to put an end to the joke that you consider as a career. Perhaps you’re fighting because you want to fight or perhaps you’re fighting to look tough enough to compensate for something else, something a little private, but this Monday is how this two week saga, between you and I, will end. I will hurt you, I’ll make you bleed and I’ll ensure, by the end of the match, you are nothing more than a broken man…”
While beginning her word the teenage mother began to walk out of the bathroom. Once she exited that room she turned to her right, since to the left is a room door, and didn’t spend too long in arriving to the lonely double bed. Even though it didn’t take long to arrive Robina did purposely take her time with get around the side and sitting herself down on the bed, most likely to give herself something to do as she spoke. It could possibly be amusing to see that Miss Hood was carrying the camera as if it was her daughter Sarah but once she finished her words the young woman placed the camera on top of one of the pillows before sliding off the bed. With herself only on her knees, the bed edge somewhat covering part of her chest, she looked towards the camera with a slight hint of confusion on her face.
“Why? Not because I can nor because Sienna would want me to eradicate you, since its obvious that she doesn’t want you on this show. Maybe you want my reason for your suffering, as well as the termination of your career, to be something cool or epic like ‘oh we worked in the same independent together at one time’ or some other fictional crap. Well, sorry Michael, I’m just to give you the truest of truths…the reason why I’m going to give you pain in the most inhumane way possible, this Monday, is because………it brings a smile to my face.”
As she said her last four words an almost sickening smile appeared on the young Brit’s faces face as just moments later a Joker like laugh escaped her lips. Once she finished her laugh Robina simply stood up and turned around, instead of just switching off the camera, before bending over…possibly to get some clothes out of the drawers.
“Maybe I am a little sadistic, or even extremely sadistic, but like some dick once said…it’s better to be full-hearted about something than to be half-hearted about everything…okay I admit that he didn’t say those exact words, but those words were basically what that div meant when bashing one Margaret Thatcher. I admit that I am too young to actually notice what effect she has on the country but frankly I’m not interested in that kind of politics. If anything a meteorite could fall out of the sky, crash on the Whitehouse and slaughter every politician today…yet I would still not care. One of the few things that I do care about is the North American Championship that happens to be around his grubby waist at the moment. And for those idiots that doesn’t know who I’m talking about, I’ll say it very slowly…Guuuuv…Nooooor.”
While saying her words Miss Hood continued to look for something to wear, unintentionally showing-off her bare bottom towards the camera, but halfway through her words she managed to find a black bra with matching panties. Without much hesitation Robina slipped her panties on while keeping her back to the recording device, revealing to the camera that the back of her underwear is a Triforce logo. When her panties were on the young woman spun around to face the camera so she could say the name of Meltdown’s current Champion, the slowness was to insult the intelligence of the Brazilian audience while the tone of voice used could possibly show her dislike towards The Guv’Nor.
“Guv’Nor, got it? Good, he isn’t exactly a person I would enjoy speaking of a lot, at least not as much as the typically brain-dead fan-girls that keep invading our beautiful shows these days. Talking about invasions…wouldn’t invasion be the perfect word to describe your career here Guv’Nor? Meltdown was a beautiful theatre full of flowers with Sienna as the empress and me as the grand finale for these unappreciative spectators but then, like a fox in a chicken coop, you bumbled through the doors…rampaged onto the stage and began to make your own performance. Sure those filthy commoners enjoy your show, hell that is literally the only reason Sienna hasn’t sent you into unemployment yet. But it doesn’t change the fact that all things come to an end, even this Made in Hackney crap you keep on saying at the end of every single transcript and nearly every single time you touch a microphone. Hell that is probably why you’ve never shot a full promo yet, because you know that ‘Made in Hackney’ this and ‘Made in Hackney’ being repeated over and over and over again would be the most boring thing inexistence since the fiftieth Gangnam Style imitation.”
While Saying her first line the purple haired dynamo tried to put her bra on. While its easy enough to slip the arms through the straps…the last part at the back, the part that ensures that the back-strap thing won’t flap about the place, was practically a nightmare to do by yourself, especially when trying to shoot a promo while not relying on a mirror. By the time she spoke of a stupidly popular antic on YouTube Robina finally got the bra on and sighed faintly before continuing to speak.
“But while you lack what some would call ‘the gob’ you definitely make up for it in the ring…as somebody who’ve confronted you on quite a few occasions, I have as much right as necessary to say that you can put up a phenomenal fight. Twice we actually had a match and both times you had your hand raised while, with my head hung down in shame, I had to take the silent walk to the back where Sienna would look me in the eyes and tell me that I did alright. Even though I could tell, just by looking straight into her eyes, that she holds her doubt towards me…how did she put it last week? ‘I’ve put a lot of stock on you?’ Do you know how it feels Guv? Do you know how it feels to have someone put tons of faith in you yet you end up throwing it all back in their face?”
Even though originally planning to sit on the bed again, the Iron Maiden instead chose to looks in a couple more drawers, clearly she organised her clothes within these drawers. Halfway through the words she pulled out a couple of t-shirts, a ‘Rock in Rio 2011’ shirt and a blank black shirt with the white words ‘I fear not the jaws of death’ in bold, and began to compare them. It was only after finishing her words that the young megastar chose the quote shirt and quickly put it on while deciding to continue.
“It hurts…it burns…it feels like I’m burning within the fire of thousand suns…for the sins of my hand…the sins of my tongue…the sins of my father…the sins of my young. It’s so cruel, inhuman even, to be the star attraction only to be violated by some invader that smells like he has been smashed every single day of the week. But fortunately the performance isn’t over yet as you team up with the guy you fought last week, Michael Jennings, against me and Billy Pepsi in a tag team match…now I don’t like the idea of sharing my spotlight with some scumbag that can’t tell his boss from some hideous Brazilian hooker but that won’t change the scene that has been written in the stars.”
Bra, panties and shirt…what is missing? A skirt! Or just a pair of bottoms and that is what the female was looking for as she slowly said her first four words. It didn’t take long for the girl to chose a pair and yet again spun around to face the camera, revealing that these are a black pair of trousers with something like Tetris blocks falling down them, as she made her claim about Guv’Nor being drunk ‘everyday.’ Out of all the clothing, the bottoms were the easiest thing to get into as she managed to slip into these just before she said ‘written in the stars.’
“What has been written? I can’t give you too many spoilers dear Guv’Nor some simple factors…one, we all fight in a tag team match were we all can chose one weapon each to legalise. Two, no matter how much you two try to resist…in the end you and Michael Jennings’ allegiance will combust. And three, when it does I will capitalise on it and strike you down for the one…two…three.”
Now without the clothes to put on Robina laid herself down on the bed with her eyes locked onto the camera lens as she spoke those words a bit more seriously than she did with all of her words before hand.
“What will my weapon of choice be? I guess that many of you are expect a crowbar while others are expecting a steel chair, hell I could even pull a spike out of one of my boots and use it to bust either of you two Muppets open…but why should I give the audience spoilers towards this grand performance? But if you want something, then here is something…expect a smashing event within my theatre. Is that not good enough for you? No bad, Guv, since there won’t be a point to seeing the show if people know what will happen.”
A chuckle departed from the young lady’s lips after finishing her words, her voice now loosened out of darkness and into innocence as she sat up on the bed, reached out for the camera and grabbed it. Once the recorder was in her hands Robina held it close to herself but not too close, so it could see her face as she spoke up a final time.
“Guv’Nor, Michael Jennings…we are all inhuman in our own ways but this Monday, in our grand performance, you’ll why I am indeed………inhuman.”
Even though those words sounded threatening the innocence in her voice, as well as the sweet smile she gave out, make it feel more like a beautiful threat instead of a frightening one. This sweet, cheery smile was the last thing the camera saw before Robina Hood used her right hand to switch off the recording device, putting an end to this promo in the process.
