Post by B.A. Styles on May 26, 2013 16:55:14 GMT -4
With the "Road to Perfection" part of Robina over I've decided to alter her gimmick slightly from a female Robin Hood to something like Nero from Fate/Extra.
So here is the first RP of that saga (which I started only four hours ago) and I hope you enjoy it, as well as this saga, very much.
PS: I plan on starting to give feedback tomorrow (even though I suck at giving constructive criticism) and I'll probably start the list with the people who give me feedback ("you scratch my back and I scratch yours" kind of system, lol).
act 1
act 2
So here is the first RP of that saga (which I started only four hours ago) and I hope you enjoy it, as well as this saga, very much.
PS: I plan on starting to give feedback tomorrow (even though I suck at giving constructive criticism) and I'll probably start the list with the people who give me feedback ("you scratch my back and I scratch yours" kind of system, lol).
act 1
I’ve just made my announcement and am now back through the black curtains. My eyes immediately dropped down to the floor as I began to walk through the backstage area, doing my best efforts to make it to my locker room while avoiding everybody. I don’t want to see any of them for I know that they’re glaring at me with thoughts of negativity, pity and even some bewilderment. I no longer held my crowbar so proudly but instead let it drag against the floor as I was fortunate enough to have my private room near the curtains. My room isn’t much different from the women’s public locker room, with the main difference being that this room is smaller and that only I’m allowed in here, which is how I prefer it since I haven’t been exactly one to enjoy being among a crowd.
Once I’ve entered the room, and closed the door behind me, I simply dropped the crowbar onto the floor and dragged my body over to the little make-up table before dropping my body down upon the seat. I then reached out my right hand and grabbed my mobile phone, which I specifically left there since I know that hardly anybody would dare enter my room, before sending a text to Sienna requesting for me to be left alone. I trust her all the way to hell and back…and I know that she’ll honour my request since, even though I do like her company, we both know when it’s best to simply leave me alone. Once I’ve sent my text I simply placed the phone down and slumped my head into my crossed arms.
I didn’t want to admit about my failure of a personal life but it made sense since my inability to keep my career out of my personal life has lost me the man who I was in love with. I wish I didn’t cry though, I’ve delayed my announcement for two or three weeks because I was trying to ensure myself that I wouldn’t tear up…yet I stilled cried and those heartless people simply laughed at my emotional suffering…who are the real monsters of society? The puppeteer or the puppets? After a while I rose my head up from my arms to see the eye shadow, that I’ve faintly put on before the show even began, has turned into a stream down my cheeks, man I’m such an emotional wreck…perhaps that is why everyone was laughing? Because I am a wreck…oh god I hate seeing my reflection, all it does is remind me of how ugly I am, inside and out.
Fortunately there is a small towel nearby to I gently clutched onto it and used it to wipe the ruined make-up off my face before simply dropping it onto the floor. With a light sigh I stood up from the seat and fiddled around with the top half of my tunic, unbuttoning it a bit, before easily pulling the tunic over my head and completely off. The wrist pad was a simple slip off and so were the boots once I untied them, as well were the kneepads as after taking all my gear off I simply carried them over to a nearby bench before plonking them all upon it. Pink bra and panties, I guess somebody could call it cute for a character as vicious as mine to wear such a cute colour…but what does that matter now, the likelihood of me getting a man to please is the same as Giedo Van Der Garde was of winning the Monaco Grand Prix.
It was easy enough to take my underwear off as I am now completely naked…man I’m still so ugly, perhaps Ronnie never found me pretty in the first place. Either way I spotted the remote by the pile of clothes, picked it up and spun around to face the television monitor in the corner before pressing the on button. Knowing that it is showing today’s episode of Meltdown I simply pumped the volume up to maximum before simply walking off to the shower room. It Didn’t take me long to get myself under the showerhead and turning the dial so the water shall begin to pour upon me. Ah man…it feels so good to have the water rushing down against my face and body, I honestly don’t know why but a shower always feel so relaxing…maybe I am weird.
By the time I’ve finally decided to get out of a shower, and wrap my wet body in probably the pinkest and fluffiest of all towels I’ve ever seen, the episode of Meltdown was over and while drafts like Evan McDonald and Michael Jennings was expected…drafting Tommy Knoxville but not Niobe was a bit of a surprise especially consider that, unlike Niobe, Tommy doesn’t look at all impressive on his own. Could be just ignorance from my part but I don’t care, all I care for at the moment is what next week’s card is going to be. Will Guv’nor accept my challenge? Probably not, I might have got his respect but other than that I’ve earned nout. So after drying myself up I placed that pink towel on the edge of the bench before pulling a lilac pair of boy shorts, you know the type of panties that doesn’t cover the sit spots, with a matching bra out from my locker and easily put them on. I easily found a pair of blue jeans with a Dota 2 t-shirt and took them out form that very same locker before easily putting them both on, not caring if the jeans tightness if it highlights the curve of my rear or not since I doubt people would be interested in me where there are people like KJE and Niobe Martin about.
I exited my locker room and quickly closed the door behind me before noticing a group of fellow megastars walking pass. By the look of delight on some of their faces, and dread on others, I guess that the match card has officially been set up on the wall. So I strolled myself over to the card stuck on the wall, totally relaxed by the fact that nobody was around to bother me at the time, and once I got over to it I began to look down it before finding out that I’m on the main event of Meltdown’s first episode back in the US. Let’s see…the main event is a tag team match pitting The Guv’nor and Jace Savage against the team of me and………Niobe Martin.
“What…the…fuck?”
Once I’ve entered the room, and closed the door behind me, I simply dropped the crowbar onto the floor and dragged my body over to the little make-up table before dropping my body down upon the seat. I then reached out my right hand and grabbed my mobile phone, which I specifically left there since I know that hardly anybody would dare enter my room, before sending a text to Sienna requesting for me to be left alone. I trust her all the way to hell and back…and I know that she’ll honour my request since, even though I do like her company, we both know when it’s best to simply leave me alone. Once I’ve sent my text I simply placed the phone down and slumped my head into my crossed arms.
I didn’t want to admit about my failure of a personal life but it made sense since my inability to keep my career out of my personal life has lost me the man who I was in love with. I wish I didn’t cry though, I’ve delayed my announcement for two or three weeks because I was trying to ensure myself that I wouldn’t tear up…yet I stilled cried and those heartless people simply laughed at my emotional suffering…who are the real monsters of society? The puppeteer or the puppets? After a while I rose my head up from my arms to see the eye shadow, that I’ve faintly put on before the show even began, has turned into a stream down my cheeks, man I’m such an emotional wreck…perhaps that is why everyone was laughing? Because I am a wreck…oh god I hate seeing my reflection, all it does is remind me of how ugly I am, inside and out.
Fortunately there is a small towel nearby to I gently clutched onto it and used it to wipe the ruined make-up off my face before simply dropping it onto the floor. With a light sigh I stood up from the seat and fiddled around with the top half of my tunic, unbuttoning it a bit, before easily pulling the tunic over my head and completely off. The wrist pad was a simple slip off and so were the boots once I untied them, as well were the kneepads as after taking all my gear off I simply carried them over to a nearby bench before plonking them all upon it. Pink bra and panties, I guess somebody could call it cute for a character as vicious as mine to wear such a cute colour…but what does that matter now, the likelihood of me getting a man to please is the same as Giedo Van Der Garde was of winning the Monaco Grand Prix.
It was easy enough to take my underwear off as I am now completely naked…man I’m still so ugly, perhaps Ronnie never found me pretty in the first place. Either way I spotted the remote by the pile of clothes, picked it up and spun around to face the television monitor in the corner before pressing the on button. Knowing that it is showing today’s episode of Meltdown I simply pumped the volume up to maximum before simply walking off to the shower room. It Didn’t take me long to get myself under the showerhead and turning the dial so the water shall begin to pour upon me. Ah man…it feels so good to have the water rushing down against my face and body, I honestly don’t know why but a shower always feel so relaxing…maybe I am weird.
By the time I’ve finally decided to get out of a shower, and wrap my wet body in probably the pinkest and fluffiest of all towels I’ve ever seen, the episode of Meltdown was over and while drafts like Evan McDonald and Michael Jennings was expected…drafting Tommy Knoxville but not Niobe was a bit of a surprise especially consider that, unlike Niobe, Tommy doesn’t look at all impressive on his own. Could be just ignorance from my part but I don’t care, all I care for at the moment is what next week’s card is going to be. Will Guv’nor accept my challenge? Probably not, I might have got his respect but other than that I’ve earned nout. So after drying myself up I placed that pink towel on the edge of the bench before pulling a lilac pair of boy shorts, you know the type of panties that doesn’t cover the sit spots, with a matching bra out from my locker and easily put them on. I easily found a pair of blue jeans with a Dota 2 t-shirt and took them out form that very same locker before easily putting them both on, not caring if the jeans tightness if it highlights the curve of my rear or not since I doubt people would be interested in me where there are people like KJE and Niobe Martin about.
I exited my locker room and quickly closed the door behind me before noticing a group of fellow megastars walking pass. By the look of delight on some of their faces, and dread on others, I guess that the match card has officially been set up on the wall. So I strolled myself over to the card stuck on the wall, totally relaxed by the fact that nobody was around to bother me at the time, and once I got over to it I began to look down it before finding out that I’m on the main event of Meltdown’s first episode back in the US. Let’s see…the main event is a tag team match pitting The Guv’nor and Jace Savage against the team of me and………Niobe Martin.
“What…the…fuck?”
act 2
Sitting within a field of roses is the purple haired megastar known as Robina Hood. Last Sunday, at the Mayhem pay-per-view, the forest-dweller came so damn close to ending the most dominant reign in Meltdown history, so close that The Guv’nor actually admitted on twitter that she has earned his respect, while on the following day she almost had an emotional breakdown when admitting on television that her ‘obsession with defeating’ Guv has ruined her life. Now she doesn’t look like such a broken wreck, neither does she appear to be a lost soul constantly trying to find a reason for continuing…instead she looks so carefree that, if it wasn’t for the purple hair, she would be easily mistaken for somebody else. A cameraman came out from almost nowhere and approached her. Instead of given him a venomous look ‘The Perfect Megastar’ simply gave him a gentle smile, which actually surprised the male as he set the camera up upon his shoulder before indicating to the eighteen year old that the camera s now recording her.
“Like I said last Monday, ‘my Road to Perfection reached its end’ yet when one road ends you simply turn off and go onto a new road. So perhaps I’ve changed myself a bit but that doesn’t mean that I’ve gone all happy-happy, slap my best friend on the ass and make the people love me…I have not forgotten the laughter they’ve made when I was broken on the outside and in. I will never forget that image, I will never forgive those people and I plan on marking my first match since Mayhem in the same way I marked my first match after Rasslemania Nine…by knocking some unfortunate soul the fuck out.”
At first she sounded sweet and relaxed yet rather quickly that changed into a more angry tone of voice. The frustration was becoming more apparent on her face but only moments after saying her final few words that expression immediately disappeared and was replaced with a more relaxed look.
“Could it be you that I knock out, dear North American Champion? We went to war at Mayhem and probably stole the entire fucking show while we were at it…yet a war never ends in one skirmish. A war ends when one side either surrenders or is annihilated and, to tell you the god honest truth Guv, I’ll never surrender no matter how little hope people put in me. Hell that rugged determination is possibly one of the reasons you respect me like how I respect you for being a true competitor…but the only place for respect is outside the ring and inside we are just the same old enemies that will do anything to beat the other. It is true that out of four attempts I have never once outdone you and I also know it’s true that, with your status as a free agent being talked about more than the non-existence of Bieber’s penis, you are probably aiming to leave Meltdown undefeated. Well guess what Guv’nor? Nothing last forever, not even domination.”
This time last month she would be venomous and dreadful yet instead she is so relaxed, confident and even a bit haughty as she spoke out her words. While saying her words the young Brit reached her right hand down and carefully pulled out a rose before slowly raising it to her face. The moment she finished her words Robina put the rose against her nose and sniffed lightly before looking back towards the camera with an laidback smile.
“Why do I sound so relaxed and confident? Because I know I’m going to be the one who ENDS your reign of domination…how do I know dear friend? Because for all you’ve done I’ve been able to leave on my own two feet, hell I even refused medical assistance when I got backstage after our cage match, but you’ve been unable to even leave the ring when I attacked you. You have beaten me before but I have hurt you so many times, a hell of a lot more than anybody else has, that I know the next could be the kill shot. I respect you and you respect me but tomorrow night, dear friend, I am going to beat you in front of all the stupid people of Portland.”
She was indeed being a little cocky with her words yet that didn’t bother the young woman as, after finishing her latest batch of words, Robina slowly stood up onto her own feet, with the rose still in her right hand. Yet immediately she noticed the massive blush on the camera operator’s face.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The male wanted to say something in return but couldn’t find anything to say so his left hand shakily moved up to point at the eighteen year old. Robina Hood is currently dressed in a slightly military-styled red dress with a partly transparent portion in the front of the lower skirt, thus not only partly revealing her pair legs but also her white panties, as the expression on her face showed that she didn’t understand what the cameraman is indicating.
“Aren’t you going to answer my question? Okay…a little weird but okay…”
A light sight departs from her lips after saying her last few words, shaking her head while doing so, before giving off a shrug while looking back towards the camera lens.
“Anyway…it could be The Guv’nor but could it be you instead Jace Savage? Yes you did do something to some Sampson guy but, to be perfectly honest, you could have beaten either Mister Dangerous or Level One and I would still shrug since I honestly don’t give a shit about you Savage. With the last name of ‘Savage’ I guess I’m suppose to expect something brutal, undomesticated and ferocious…well bad news for you sunshine is that this play is written differently with a completely different ending. Why is that? Because, unless the creative disputes with Guv’nor, this Monday is just scene one of the play that those idiots across the world are going to be gifted to. It’s a play of excitement, delight, regret, sadness, action and a sensational climax. Why am I viewing our match as a scene? Why aren’t realising that our battle is nothing more than scene two of my play? Scene one, last week on Meltdown, was an act of tragedy that those nimrods mistaken for a comedy yet tomorrow night scene two will come to stage…why do I speak of plays, stages and acts?”
Even though clearly talking about Mister Savage, Robina’s eyes quickly diverted away from the camera and towards the rose in her hand as with each word that pass, she became more and more fixated on this red flower. But at the moment she uttered her latest question the purple haired dynamo shot her eyes over towards the camera and an angelic grin appeared upon her face before she let go of the rose. The rose fell in almost slow motion as the eighteen stayed perfectly still and at the very moment it touched the field a bright light emerged from behind the deranged archer, blinding both the cameraman and the camera in the process. When the camera finally regained focus what it see is no longer a field…but the inside some kind of Roman theatre. With an even sweeter smile upon her face, the unstable megastar began to speak.
“Welcome to the newest era of Meltdown. Welcome to my stage. Welcome…to the Theatre of the Deranged. Here I write our plays, scenes and line for I am the puppeteer and, like it or not Savage, you’re nothing more than a puppet that I’m going to throw away after our act is over. I fucking hate the fact that I have to partner up with my rival but sometimes the greatest of chemistries is from enemies, not allies. I don’t like it but at the end of the day I have the self-proclaimed ‘Nightmare’ as a partner and I’ll just do to her what I did to her during my first few months here, I made her…I made Niobe look fifteen times better than she ever did and, unfortunately for you dear Jace, she will help me beat you in this match, even though I don’t need anyone’s help to beat you.”
The moment ‘Theatre of the Deranged’ left her lips Robina threw her arms out to the sides, as if welcoming the world to her home. However it was interesting to hear that, just from the tone of her voice alone, Miss Hood still possess negative feelings towards her former rival. Yet Robina shrugged lightly after her last few words before simply dropping herself down into a sitting position on the edge of the stage. She glanced away for a moment while gently picking the red rose back up before looking back towards the camera.
“You want to prove me wrong Jace? And what about you Guv’nor? You want to prove me wrong as well? Then the both of you can bring it on. My ‘Road to Perfection’ has ended but the Theatre of the Deranged has just begun. Last week it began with a tragic scene but tomorrow its going to flourish with a wonderful scene where me, Niobe and you two fight each other in a battle that ends with me standing tall above you Muppets…since you are all nothing more than the support act for me, the Highlight of the Night. So Guv’nor…Jace Savage…come along to my theatre because I promise not only you to, but I also promise Siena Harrison and the entire world this…you’ll all be gifted to a splendid performance.”
While beginning her words the eighteen year old got off the stage, into a standing position and puffed her chest out slightly in a possibly haughty manner, ignoring the blush that increased on the cameraman’s face since a large amount of cleavage was on show. Her words were confident in a way that possibly shows that Robina believes in her ability to win this match, even with someone she hates by her side, and after finishing her words a cocky grin appeared on her face as she dropped the rose again. When the flower softly touched the floor more bright light shot out from behind the young woman, blinding the cameraman again, and when the camera regained focus it was back in the field of roses…yet the eighteen year old was nowhere to be seen. The camera operator felt confused as hell about what happened yet refused to search into this since, like the saying said, curiosity killed the cat…so instead he pressed stop, ending the recording of this promo, switched the camera off and turned around before wandering off towards a nearby van, the question ‘what the fuck happened?’ roaming through his mind.
“Like I said last Monday, ‘my Road to Perfection reached its end’ yet when one road ends you simply turn off and go onto a new road. So perhaps I’ve changed myself a bit but that doesn’t mean that I’ve gone all happy-happy, slap my best friend on the ass and make the people love me…I have not forgotten the laughter they’ve made when I was broken on the outside and in. I will never forget that image, I will never forgive those people and I plan on marking my first match since Mayhem in the same way I marked my first match after Rasslemania Nine…by knocking some unfortunate soul the fuck out.”
At first she sounded sweet and relaxed yet rather quickly that changed into a more angry tone of voice. The frustration was becoming more apparent on her face but only moments after saying her final few words that expression immediately disappeared and was replaced with a more relaxed look.
“Could it be you that I knock out, dear North American Champion? We went to war at Mayhem and probably stole the entire fucking show while we were at it…yet a war never ends in one skirmish. A war ends when one side either surrenders or is annihilated and, to tell you the god honest truth Guv, I’ll never surrender no matter how little hope people put in me. Hell that rugged determination is possibly one of the reasons you respect me like how I respect you for being a true competitor…but the only place for respect is outside the ring and inside we are just the same old enemies that will do anything to beat the other. It is true that out of four attempts I have never once outdone you and I also know it’s true that, with your status as a free agent being talked about more than the non-existence of Bieber’s penis, you are probably aiming to leave Meltdown undefeated. Well guess what Guv’nor? Nothing last forever, not even domination.”
This time last month she would be venomous and dreadful yet instead she is so relaxed, confident and even a bit haughty as she spoke out her words. While saying her words the young Brit reached her right hand down and carefully pulled out a rose before slowly raising it to her face. The moment she finished her words Robina put the rose against her nose and sniffed lightly before looking back towards the camera with an laidback smile.
“Why do I sound so relaxed and confident? Because I know I’m going to be the one who ENDS your reign of domination…how do I know dear friend? Because for all you’ve done I’ve been able to leave on my own two feet, hell I even refused medical assistance when I got backstage after our cage match, but you’ve been unable to even leave the ring when I attacked you. You have beaten me before but I have hurt you so many times, a hell of a lot more than anybody else has, that I know the next could be the kill shot. I respect you and you respect me but tomorrow night, dear friend, I am going to beat you in front of all the stupid people of Portland.”
She was indeed being a little cocky with her words yet that didn’t bother the young woman as, after finishing her latest batch of words, Robina slowly stood up onto her own feet, with the rose still in her right hand. Yet immediately she noticed the massive blush on the camera operator’s face.
“What’s wrong with you?”
The male wanted to say something in return but couldn’t find anything to say so his left hand shakily moved up to point at the eighteen year old. Robina Hood is currently dressed in a slightly military-styled red dress with a partly transparent portion in the front of the lower skirt, thus not only partly revealing her pair legs but also her white panties, as the expression on her face showed that she didn’t understand what the cameraman is indicating.
“Aren’t you going to answer my question? Okay…a little weird but okay…”
A light sight departs from her lips after saying her last few words, shaking her head while doing so, before giving off a shrug while looking back towards the camera lens.
“Anyway…it could be The Guv’nor but could it be you instead Jace Savage? Yes you did do something to some Sampson guy but, to be perfectly honest, you could have beaten either Mister Dangerous or Level One and I would still shrug since I honestly don’t give a shit about you Savage. With the last name of ‘Savage’ I guess I’m suppose to expect something brutal, undomesticated and ferocious…well bad news for you sunshine is that this play is written differently with a completely different ending. Why is that? Because, unless the creative disputes with Guv’nor, this Monday is just scene one of the play that those idiots across the world are going to be gifted to. It’s a play of excitement, delight, regret, sadness, action and a sensational climax. Why am I viewing our match as a scene? Why aren’t realising that our battle is nothing more than scene two of my play? Scene one, last week on Meltdown, was an act of tragedy that those nimrods mistaken for a comedy yet tomorrow night scene two will come to stage…why do I speak of plays, stages and acts?”
Even though clearly talking about Mister Savage, Robina’s eyes quickly diverted away from the camera and towards the rose in her hand as with each word that pass, she became more and more fixated on this red flower. But at the moment she uttered her latest question the purple haired dynamo shot her eyes over towards the camera and an angelic grin appeared upon her face before she let go of the rose. The rose fell in almost slow motion as the eighteen stayed perfectly still and at the very moment it touched the field a bright light emerged from behind the deranged archer, blinding both the cameraman and the camera in the process. When the camera finally regained focus what it see is no longer a field…but the inside some kind of Roman theatre. With an even sweeter smile upon her face, the unstable megastar began to speak.
“Welcome to the newest era of Meltdown. Welcome to my stage. Welcome…to the Theatre of the Deranged. Here I write our plays, scenes and line for I am the puppeteer and, like it or not Savage, you’re nothing more than a puppet that I’m going to throw away after our act is over. I fucking hate the fact that I have to partner up with my rival but sometimes the greatest of chemistries is from enemies, not allies. I don’t like it but at the end of the day I have the self-proclaimed ‘Nightmare’ as a partner and I’ll just do to her what I did to her during my first few months here, I made her…I made Niobe look fifteen times better than she ever did and, unfortunately for you dear Jace, she will help me beat you in this match, even though I don’t need anyone’s help to beat you.”
The moment ‘Theatre of the Deranged’ left her lips Robina threw her arms out to the sides, as if welcoming the world to her home. However it was interesting to hear that, just from the tone of her voice alone, Miss Hood still possess negative feelings towards her former rival. Yet Robina shrugged lightly after her last few words before simply dropping herself down into a sitting position on the edge of the stage. She glanced away for a moment while gently picking the red rose back up before looking back towards the camera.
“You want to prove me wrong Jace? And what about you Guv’nor? You want to prove me wrong as well? Then the both of you can bring it on. My ‘Road to Perfection’ has ended but the Theatre of the Deranged has just begun. Last week it began with a tragic scene but tomorrow its going to flourish with a wonderful scene where me, Niobe and you two fight each other in a battle that ends with me standing tall above you Muppets…since you are all nothing more than the support act for me, the Highlight of the Night. So Guv’nor…Jace Savage…come along to my theatre because I promise not only you to, but I also promise Siena Harrison and the entire world this…you’ll all be gifted to a splendid performance.”
While beginning her words the eighteen year old got off the stage, into a standing position and puffed her chest out slightly in a possibly haughty manner, ignoring the blush that increased on the cameraman’s face since a large amount of cleavage was on show. Her words were confident in a way that possibly shows that Robina believes in her ability to win this match, even with someone she hates by her side, and after finishing her words a cocky grin appeared on her face as she dropped the rose again. When the flower softly touched the floor more bright light shot out from behind the young woman, blinding the cameraman again, and when the camera regained focus it was back in the field of roses…yet the eighteen year old was nowhere to be seen. The camera operator felt confused as hell about what happened yet refused to search into this since, like the saying said, curiosity killed the cat…so instead he pressed stop, ending the recording of this promo, switched the camera off and turned around before wandering off towards a nearby van, the question ‘what the fuck happened?’ roaming through his mind.
