Post by B.A. Styles on May 5, 2013 16:45:56 GMT -4
Act 1
Act 2
Last week, in front of passionate Brazilian crowd, not only did Billy Pepsi confirm Robina’s first win over The Guv’Nor in a tag team match but at the end of the night the deranged young lady ambushed Guv’Nor with a crowbar. In the end she knocked him unconscious, a feat that hardly anybody else could claim, before saying a rather disturbing poem right into his ear. So overall last week, after so long of trying to make herself matter, Robina has finally one-upped The Guv’Nor as they head to their first ever singles match at Mayhem. But will it be for the North American Championship? That will be decided tomorrow night as Guv’Nor will defend his belt against Billy Pepsi while Robina gets to fight Yanzel Holmes, in a rematch from three weeks ago, yet where is our ominous archer at this very moment?
The location is at an empty race track as sitting by herself, on a piece of road, is Robina Hood herself. Even though sitting down the eighteen year old is actually in a lotus position as her eyes were closed. Her current attire consist of some plain top with a plain pair of bottoms yet both of them were completely patterned by black and white horizontal lines, making herself look like a criminal of some kind. This choice of clothing could be considered as completely blatant since Yanzel Holmes does have a past of being a member of the Los Angeles Police Department. The cameraman moved closer and closer, becoming slower with each step taken, as the camera began to see that Miss Hood’s eyes are closed even though her mouth is muttering something. After getting even more closer the camera could barely pick up the words the forest gal is saying, which happen to be none other than the haiku she gave Guv’nor last week and when she finished her final few words Robina’s eyes flashed opened, the pupils within them glaring towards the camera.
“Fourteen days and fourteen nights, that is what time remains before I reach the end of my road…my Road to Perfection…but will I finally achieve Perfection? Or shall I fall at the last hurdle like I’ve done at Rasslemania? But why should questions matter to you, dear Yanzel, since all that you should be thinking about is how unlucky you are to get to face me for a second time. Three weeks ago we fought in the ring, I misted you in the face and beat you one two three…this time I’m going to beat you again but, unlike that one time, I ain’t going to simply pin you in front of the audience. I’m going to use you Holmes. I’m going to break you, I’m going to make you bleed and I’m going to make you suffer for the sake of a simple message…a message to the Guv…a message of how no rule, law or norm is going to stop me from doing what the fuck I need to do to win.
Maybe my actions could possibly be considered as criminal…seriously I’ve slapped an innocent fan on live television, I’ve knocked two people senseless with a crowbar, I wielded a knife in front of millions, I’ve started an unsafe fire and I have even used Yarmouth’s dead daddy to torment him. But then again wasn’t Robin Hood accused of being a criminal? He stole from the week and gave to the poor, good intentions indeed but still an outlawed criminal…so maybe it would be agreeable to consider me as a psychopathic criminal since I did rather enjoy the pain you felt when I sprayed my mist straight into your eyes. So what if I’m a bad girl, what are you going to do about it officer? Take me to the woodshed? Cuff me up and arrest me? Lock me up inside one of Venezuela’s pitiful prisons? Or are you going to head into the match worrying about some Sang Réal tag team?”
Never once did the young woman move out of position as she spoke directly to the camera, her eyes refusing to wander away even though her right hand gently ran through her purple hair halfway through her words. The tone of her voice is calm yet sickening, almost like when she ended the last episode of Meltdown, and once she said her final few words Robina immediately looked back over her right shoulder, as if somebody just whispered something into her ear, even though there was nobody there. Moments later she looked back towards the camera lens, with sweet yet mysteriously dangerous smile on her face, before continuing to speak.
“If the latest option is your answer then what a fool you are mister policeman for I am the last person you should ever underestimate. I however would understand your underestimation, since I am the smallest member of this entire bloody roster, but like I said earlier; ‘I am the last person you should ever underestimate.’ Last time we fought against each other you kept working my arm over, and over, and over again…to a point where I almost felt empathy towards Niobe Martin for what I’ve done to her in my first night here. But in the end you tried to beat me, you failed to beat and you’re going to fail to beat me AGAIN. You’ve tried that extensive submission warfare you’ve learnt, possibly from those two years as a cop, and I withstood every shot you made while I only needed one bullet to put you down.
But enough about bullets, and how you showed the world that nobody can fight the future, since I’m guessing that you alongside all those idiotic fans are wondering why am I sitting on part of a racetrack…well here is why Yanzel…Venezuela’s true idol is a current Formula One driver called Pastor Maldonado, who is by far the most impressive pay driver currently racing in that series. But where did he get his money from? None other than the Venezuelan, who was back then led by dictator Hugo Chavez…and guess what the Venezuelan law was like back before he snuffed it? Killers, murderers, butchers…they slaughtered anybody that the government didn’t like, simple hired guns for political warfare that permanently ruin the lives of little Venezuelan boys and little Venezuelan girls. So here is a question I want you answer Yanzel Holmes, just by yourself: who are the real criminals? People like me? Or the people in police uniforms?”
What a very bizarre question for the mentally unbalanced young woman to ask as she a sweet, primary school girl like, giggle departed her soft lips after asking that somewhat unique question.
“Law and order…chaos and anarchy…the line between the two are so thin that one can easily think they’re in one when actually in another. Last time we fought you probably thought that the lack of consistency within my mental stability would lead to an opportunity to solidify yourself as a main event player…but instead strategising upon assumption was the source of your downfall so I doubt you would make the same mistake again. And I actually hope you don’t make the same mistake again since a showing of such stupidity is simply a waste of not only my time but also a waste of a warm-up match to unarguably the biggest match of my entire life. You want to check on your children and make sure that they’re alright? You want check up on your dear grandmother to make sure she is comfortable? Or even to get some last minute advice from your granddaddy?
Fine, go check up on them all, I’ll just follow you there and wait until you’re gone before setting the entire house on fire. I’ll even ensure that the windows are locked and the doors are barricaded to make sure that you’re enjoying the sensation of being burned alive. And when you finally come back to the scene of the crime, after setting your eyes on the burnt corpses of either Michael or Cameron, you’ll only have yourself to blame for helping me find my latest victims. Oh, did I just strike a nerve? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because the bottom line is this, dear idiot. This isn’t planet of humans, this is a world of criminals…either they’re proudly wearing whatever they want to wear or hiding behind a badge, everyone is a criminal. From the soldier to the civilian, to the martyr, to the victim everybody is a criminal. I know that you don’t want to accept it I can guaran-damn-tee you that you’ve committed a crime once in your life Yanzel, be it illegal or immoral.”
That originally dark tone was replaced with the tone of an angelic little girl as she spoke her words, no matter how sickening these words were, as halfway through them Robina finally got out of her lotus position and stood up onto her feet. Once she finished her latest batch of words the Emo Princess tilted her head upwards to look at the shining sun above them, possibly basking in such great weather, before turning herself towards the left. Without giving a sign to the cameraman the young mother began to walk off and without any hesitation the camera operator quickly followed her until stopping to see the eighteen year old sitting on one of the firmly stacked tyre walls, which are used to make sure any possible crashes during a race aren’t fatal. Her eyes were still looking at the sun as a gentle smile appeared upon her face before eventually looking back down towards the camera recording her.
“Do you consider yourself to be the baddest man alive? I know it is just the name of your chosen theme song but do you really consider yourself to be the baddest man alive? Because I don’t consider you as that at all, if anything the only thing I consider you as a wuss…or does the word pussy suit you better Holmes? Actually yes, pussy is a lot more accurate to describe you as since you act all tough but all I see is a poor little man trying to scrap up as much money as possible to improve the lives of your family…so what if you were given twice your wage to shine my boots every week? Would you do it? Oh of course you would Yanzel since you’re a simply pathetic excuse of a star, hell you don’t even deserve to be on Sienna’s show let alone in the same ring as me.
Oh you want to prove me wrong dear Yanzel? You want to show me that you’re a real man and not a wuss? Then just bring it tomorrow night since it is a lot more fun to torture a fighting man than a weak-minded one since, out of all the things that I’ve heard being said behind my back, the word ‘proud’ is probably the best word used to describe me at the moment. I am proud the pain I’ve put Niobe, Amy and Guv through…I am proud of what I’ve said about Yarmouth’s father…I am proud to have featured at every pay-per-view since joining Action Packed Wrestling…I am proud of being Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ and I’m damn proud of all the hell I’m going to make you experience tomorrow night.”
Proud!?! How can anybody be honestly proud of doing all that!?! Anyway, while saying her words the young woman was swaying her feet forwards and back like a little child would when sitting on a very high surface. Once she finished saying her words the purple haired dynamo slipped off the tyre wall, down onto her feet and grabbed the camera with both hands before holding it so close to herself that the lens could only see her face and nothing else.
“I am a proud torturer of hopefuls and just like I said three weeks ago, ‘there are no laws in Sherwood Forest’ but tomorrow night in that concrete jungle…this little criminal is going to face the law and win again. So after I’m done with you Yanzel I want you to go home, look at both Cameron and Michael in their innocent little eyes and tell them how much of a failure their daddy really is.”
First dark then sweet and now back to darkness as her final few words were spoken in a demonic fashion before ripping the camera fully out of the cameraman’s clutches. Within moments following that incident Miss Hood fully turned around and blatantly threw the camera directly at the tyre wall, the recording device shattering into pieces when it made contact with the strong rubber…thus putting an end to this promo.
The location is at an empty race track as sitting by herself, on a piece of road, is Robina Hood herself. Even though sitting down the eighteen year old is actually in a lotus position as her eyes were closed. Her current attire consist of some plain top with a plain pair of bottoms yet both of them were completely patterned by black and white horizontal lines, making herself look like a criminal of some kind. This choice of clothing could be considered as completely blatant since Yanzel Holmes does have a past of being a member of the Los Angeles Police Department. The cameraman moved closer and closer, becoming slower with each step taken, as the camera began to see that Miss Hood’s eyes are closed even though her mouth is muttering something. After getting even more closer the camera could barely pick up the words the forest gal is saying, which happen to be none other than the haiku she gave Guv’nor last week and when she finished her final few words Robina’s eyes flashed opened, the pupils within them glaring towards the camera.
“Fourteen days and fourteen nights, that is what time remains before I reach the end of my road…my Road to Perfection…but will I finally achieve Perfection? Or shall I fall at the last hurdle like I’ve done at Rasslemania? But why should questions matter to you, dear Yanzel, since all that you should be thinking about is how unlucky you are to get to face me for a second time. Three weeks ago we fought in the ring, I misted you in the face and beat you one two three…this time I’m going to beat you again but, unlike that one time, I ain’t going to simply pin you in front of the audience. I’m going to use you Holmes. I’m going to break you, I’m going to make you bleed and I’m going to make you suffer for the sake of a simple message…a message to the Guv…a message of how no rule, law or norm is going to stop me from doing what the fuck I need to do to win.
Maybe my actions could possibly be considered as criminal…seriously I’ve slapped an innocent fan on live television, I’ve knocked two people senseless with a crowbar, I wielded a knife in front of millions, I’ve started an unsafe fire and I have even used Yarmouth’s dead daddy to torment him. But then again wasn’t Robin Hood accused of being a criminal? He stole from the week and gave to the poor, good intentions indeed but still an outlawed criminal…so maybe it would be agreeable to consider me as a psychopathic criminal since I did rather enjoy the pain you felt when I sprayed my mist straight into your eyes. So what if I’m a bad girl, what are you going to do about it officer? Take me to the woodshed? Cuff me up and arrest me? Lock me up inside one of Venezuela’s pitiful prisons? Or are you going to head into the match worrying about some Sang Réal tag team?”
Never once did the young woman move out of position as she spoke directly to the camera, her eyes refusing to wander away even though her right hand gently ran through her purple hair halfway through her words. The tone of her voice is calm yet sickening, almost like when she ended the last episode of Meltdown, and once she said her final few words Robina immediately looked back over her right shoulder, as if somebody just whispered something into her ear, even though there was nobody there. Moments later she looked back towards the camera lens, with sweet yet mysteriously dangerous smile on her face, before continuing to speak.
“If the latest option is your answer then what a fool you are mister policeman for I am the last person you should ever underestimate. I however would understand your underestimation, since I am the smallest member of this entire bloody roster, but like I said earlier; ‘I am the last person you should ever underestimate.’ Last time we fought against each other you kept working my arm over, and over, and over again…to a point where I almost felt empathy towards Niobe Martin for what I’ve done to her in my first night here. But in the end you tried to beat me, you failed to beat and you’re going to fail to beat me AGAIN. You’ve tried that extensive submission warfare you’ve learnt, possibly from those two years as a cop, and I withstood every shot you made while I only needed one bullet to put you down.
But enough about bullets, and how you showed the world that nobody can fight the future, since I’m guessing that you alongside all those idiotic fans are wondering why am I sitting on part of a racetrack…well here is why Yanzel…Venezuela’s true idol is a current Formula One driver called Pastor Maldonado, who is by far the most impressive pay driver currently racing in that series. But where did he get his money from? None other than the Venezuelan, who was back then led by dictator Hugo Chavez…and guess what the Venezuelan law was like back before he snuffed it? Killers, murderers, butchers…they slaughtered anybody that the government didn’t like, simple hired guns for political warfare that permanently ruin the lives of little Venezuelan boys and little Venezuelan girls. So here is a question I want you answer Yanzel Holmes, just by yourself: who are the real criminals? People like me? Or the people in police uniforms?”
What a very bizarre question for the mentally unbalanced young woman to ask as she a sweet, primary school girl like, giggle departed her soft lips after asking that somewhat unique question.
“Law and order…chaos and anarchy…the line between the two are so thin that one can easily think they’re in one when actually in another. Last time we fought you probably thought that the lack of consistency within my mental stability would lead to an opportunity to solidify yourself as a main event player…but instead strategising upon assumption was the source of your downfall so I doubt you would make the same mistake again. And I actually hope you don’t make the same mistake again since a showing of such stupidity is simply a waste of not only my time but also a waste of a warm-up match to unarguably the biggest match of my entire life. You want to check on your children and make sure that they’re alright? You want check up on your dear grandmother to make sure she is comfortable? Or even to get some last minute advice from your granddaddy?
Fine, go check up on them all, I’ll just follow you there and wait until you’re gone before setting the entire house on fire. I’ll even ensure that the windows are locked and the doors are barricaded to make sure that you’re enjoying the sensation of being burned alive. And when you finally come back to the scene of the crime, after setting your eyes on the burnt corpses of either Michael or Cameron, you’ll only have yourself to blame for helping me find my latest victims. Oh, did I just strike a nerve? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because the bottom line is this, dear idiot. This isn’t planet of humans, this is a world of criminals…either they’re proudly wearing whatever they want to wear or hiding behind a badge, everyone is a criminal. From the soldier to the civilian, to the martyr, to the victim everybody is a criminal. I know that you don’t want to accept it I can guaran-damn-tee you that you’ve committed a crime once in your life Yanzel, be it illegal or immoral.”
That originally dark tone was replaced with the tone of an angelic little girl as she spoke her words, no matter how sickening these words were, as halfway through them Robina finally got out of her lotus position and stood up onto her feet. Once she finished her latest batch of words the Emo Princess tilted her head upwards to look at the shining sun above them, possibly basking in such great weather, before turning herself towards the left. Without giving a sign to the cameraman the young mother began to walk off and without any hesitation the camera operator quickly followed her until stopping to see the eighteen year old sitting on one of the firmly stacked tyre walls, which are used to make sure any possible crashes during a race aren’t fatal. Her eyes were still looking at the sun as a gentle smile appeared upon her face before eventually looking back down towards the camera recording her.
“Do you consider yourself to be the baddest man alive? I know it is just the name of your chosen theme song but do you really consider yourself to be the baddest man alive? Because I don’t consider you as that at all, if anything the only thing I consider you as a wuss…or does the word pussy suit you better Holmes? Actually yes, pussy is a lot more accurate to describe you as since you act all tough but all I see is a poor little man trying to scrap up as much money as possible to improve the lives of your family…so what if you were given twice your wage to shine my boots every week? Would you do it? Oh of course you would Yanzel since you’re a simply pathetic excuse of a star, hell you don’t even deserve to be on Sienna’s show let alone in the same ring as me.
Oh you want to prove me wrong dear Yanzel? You want to show me that you’re a real man and not a wuss? Then just bring it tomorrow night since it is a lot more fun to torture a fighting man than a weak-minded one since, out of all the things that I’ve heard being said behind my back, the word ‘proud’ is probably the best word used to describe me at the moment. I am proud the pain I’ve put Niobe, Amy and Guv through…I am proud of what I’ve said about Yarmouth’s father…I am proud to have featured at every pay-per-view since joining Action Packed Wrestling…I am proud of being Sienna’s ‘Perfect Megastar’ and I’m damn proud of all the hell I’m going to make you experience tomorrow night.”
Proud!?! How can anybody be honestly proud of doing all that!?! Anyway, while saying her words the young woman was swaying her feet forwards and back like a little child would when sitting on a very high surface. Once she finished saying her words the purple haired dynamo slipped off the tyre wall, down onto her feet and grabbed the camera with both hands before holding it so close to herself that the lens could only see her face and nothing else.
“I am a proud torturer of hopefuls and just like I said three weeks ago, ‘there are no laws in Sherwood Forest’ but tomorrow night in that concrete jungle…this little criminal is going to face the law and win again. So after I’m done with you Yanzel I want you to go home, look at both Cameron and Michael in their innocent little eyes and tell them how much of a failure their daddy really is.”
First dark then sweet and now back to darkness as her final few words were spoken in a demonic fashion before ripping the camera fully out of the cameraman’s clutches. Within moments following that incident Miss Hood fully turned around and blatantly threw the camera directly at the tyre wall, the recording device shattering into pieces when it made contact with the strong rubber…thus putting an end to this promo.
Act 2
“So here is my third or so vlog, the time is eight in the morning in Venezuelan time and tonight Yanzel Holmes gets a chance of redemption as he takes me on in a rematch from three weeks ago.”
Were the first set of words that the camcorder picked up as it began to record the scene in front of it. The location of this scene was none other than inside a Venezuelan hotel room, evidenced by the national flag painted on the wall and the double bed in the middle of the frame, yet the person sitting on the bedcover is Meltdown’s resident archer Robina Hood. She is wearing nothing more than an ice blue bra with matching panties as gave out a gentle smile towards the recording device.
“I guess you all are wondering what am I doing here shooting a vlog right now instead of planning what I’m going to do to Yanzel tonight…right? Well the answer is ever so simple, because I thought it would be cool and I’ve decided to add something new to this vlog…a little interactivity, but who should I interact with?”
Instead of relaxingly answering her second question, like she answered the first, the young woman pulled her mobile phone out from under the pillow before beginning to dial in some numbers. While dialling Miss Hood spoke out each number she typed, alarmingly managing to pinpoint the phone number of Holmes’ grandparents perfectly. After pressing the last digit the Iron Maiden held the phone up to her ear while a smug looking smile appeared on her face.
“How did I know your number Yanzel? None of your business since I want to have a little chat with sweet little Cameron and sweet little Michael…huh? A taped message? *sighs* I guess our time zone here is different to theirs back in the States since I think they’re still be in be-”
The sudden beep, the classically annoying one that always appear before you could leave a message, instantly interrupted the young woman while causing her to jump in surprise. Fortunately the Robina quickly shook this off and began to speak through the phone.
“Hey Michael and Cameron, this is Robina Hood here and tonight I’ll be fighting your daddy…oh please don’t hang up since I know that you two are curious about how well he’ll be doing. So I’ll give you some spoilers but don’t tell anybody about it since it is only for you two, since I’m such a kind person. You ready…well here I go…your daddy………is going to be simply battered. I’m going to break each and every one of his fingers. I’m going to bust his face open. I’m going blacken both of his eyes, bust his noses and split his lips. And just in case you will be watching Meltdown tonight then here is a special just for you two kids…I’m going press my index finger pass his eye, pluck his fucking eye out and mail it to you little children so you’ll both have physical evidence why your dear daddy is an idiot for willingly stepping into the ring with me. Oh are you crying Cameron? What about you Michael, are you crying too? Both of you can cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since, all you know, you two could be next…so good morning Cameron and Michael.”
At first she sounded friendly but that suddenly changed to a dark tone as the young woman was clearly trying to threaten the children as she spoke of what she’ll do to Yanzel tonight. Once she said her final words the deranged megastar hung up before reaching over to the camcorder and pressed the off button, ending this vlog in the process.
Were the first set of words that the camcorder picked up as it began to record the scene in front of it. The location of this scene was none other than inside a Venezuelan hotel room, evidenced by the national flag painted on the wall and the double bed in the middle of the frame, yet the person sitting on the bedcover is Meltdown’s resident archer Robina Hood. She is wearing nothing more than an ice blue bra with matching panties as gave out a gentle smile towards the recording device.
“I guess you all are wondering what am I doing here shooting a vlog right now instead of planning what I’m going to do to Yanzel tonight…right? Well the answer is ever so simple, because I thought it would be cool and I’ve decided to add something new to this vlog…a little interactivity, but who should I interact with?”
Instead of relaxingly answering her second question, like she answered the first, the young woman pulled her mobile phone out from under the pillow before beginning to dial in some numbers. While dialling Miss Hood spoke out each number she typed, alarmingly managing to pinpoint the phone number of Holmes’ grandparents perfectly. After pressing the last digit the Iron Maiden held the phone up to her ear while a smug looking smile appeared on her face.
“How did I know your number Yanzel? None of your business since I want to have a little chat with sweet little Cameron and sweet little Michael…huh? A taped message? *sighs* I guess our time zone here is different to theirs back in the States since I think they’re still be in be-”
The sudden beep, the classically annoying one that always appear before you could leave a message, instantly interrupted the young woman while causing her to jump in surprise. Fortunately the Robina quickly shook this off and began to speak through the phone.
“Hey Michael and Cameron, this is Robina Hood here and tonight I’ll be fighting your daddy…oh please don’t hang up since I know that you two are curious about how well he’ll be doing. So I’ll give you some spoilers but don’t tell anybody about it since it is only for you two, since I’m such a kind person. You ready…well here I go…your daddy………is going to be simply battered. I’m going to break each and every one of his fingers. I’m going to bust his face open. I’m going blacken both of his eyes, bust his noses and split his lips. And just in case you will be watching Meltdown tonight then here is a special just for you two kids…I’m going press my index finger pass his eye, pluck his fucking eye out and mail it to you little children so you’ll both have physical evidence why your dear daddy is an idiot for willingly stepping into the ring with me. Oh are you crying Cameron? What about you Michael, are you crying too? Both of you can cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since, all you know, you two could be next…so good morning Cameron and Michael.”
At first she sounded friendly but that suddenly changed to a dark tone as the young woman was clearly trying to threaten the children as she spoke of what she’ll do to Yanzel tonight. Once she said her final words the deranged megastar hung up before reaching over to the camcorder and pressed the off button, ending this vlog in the process.
