Post by B.A. Styles on Jun 2, 2013 17:02:16 GMT -4
act 1
act 2
Ahhh…that was a goodnight rest…what time is it? Seven in the morning? I swear that’s the earliest I’ve ever woken up since moving to America. I guess I could blame myself since I normally stay up until between two or four in the morning…what? Can’t a girl enjoy her evening strolls anymore? Anyway, it has been a few days since I pushed Niobe Martin out of the ring and pinned Jace Savage for the tag team victory over The Guv’nor. Did I feel somewhat relieved? Of course I did, even in a tag team match a victory over the North American Champion is a massive achievement, especially when it isn’t the first time I’ve beaten him in a tag team match. But oh my lord this pillow feels so soft and cosy…when I die I want to be buried with this damn pillow. But that isn’t the main reason why I’m so cosy, the main reason is person my arms are currently around…a redheaded woman called Shannon Treamon.
It has been two weeks since I made it public about how I lost the life I always wanted…almost two months since me and Ronnie broke up. ‘I want you to be my girlfriend,’ I remembered that line very well as Shannon actually asked me out the day before Mayhem, hell we were originally in the mall because I wanted to do what girls my age normally do…buy clothes. I must admit that I was very surprised at this request, and I even considered just running off in embarrassment, but then I thought about it…Shannon was my best friend since the day I moved to America, as well as somebody I could talk to about all my problems and every time she would calm me, comfort me and give me company. So in the end I said ‘I hope that I'll be a good girlfriend,’ a rather sheepish attempt of saying ‘yes’ I admit but I’ve never been in love with a woman before. The night was extremely exciting however, possibly because neither of us have the experience of making out with a fellow woman before.
Yet that was then and this is now so, after gently kissing Shannon’s forehead, I carefully move my arms away from her and slowly got myself out of the bed before quietly going over to the kitchen. I better have breakfast…so the moment I entered the kitchen I pulled milk out of a fridge, as well as a box of cereal from a cupboard with a bowl, and poured the cereal into the bowl before pouring the milk into it. A spoon was easy to find so I immediately began to eat my breakfast…hmm…nothing beats having Frosties in the morning, but I guess I must check on my twitter account. So after devouring the food I found my laptop, switched it on and quickly found myself on twitter.
I know that I should be planning a promo for my match against Guv’nor this Friday but what haven’t I already done? I’ve attacked him, beaten him down and boasted about it…what should I do? Oh wait a second, a tweet from The Guv’nor about me? Let’s read it…oh…my…god…this one tweet…its PERFECT!!! I can loosely base a promo around this!!! But I better go have a shower, the last thing I want is to be dirty. So after switching the laptop off, and washing what I used for breakfast as well as putting the milk back in the fridge, I quickly yet quietly went straight for the bathroom. Wait a second…the shampoo bottle is empty………again…
“GOD DAMN IT SHANNON! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME WE RAN OUT OF SHAMPOO!!!”
It has been two weeks since I made it public about how I lost the life I always wanted…almost two months since me and Ronnie broke up. ‘I want you to be my girlfriend,’ I remembered that line very well as Shannon actually asked me out the day before Mayhem, hell we were originally in the mall because I wanted to do what girls my age normally do…buy clothes. I must admit that I was very surprised at this request, and I even considered just running off in embarrassment, but then I thought about it…Shannon was my best friend since the day I moved to America, as well as somebody I could talk to about all my problems and every time she would calm me, comfort me and give me company. So in the end I said ‘I hope that I'll be a good girlfriend,’ a rather sheepish attempt of saying ‘yes’ I admit but I’ve never been in love with a woman before. The night was extremely exciting however, possibly because neither of us have the experience of making out with a fellow woman before.
Yet that was then and this is now so, after gently kissing Shannon’s forehead, I carefully move my arms away from her and slowly got myself out of the bed before quietly going over to the kitchen. I better have breakfast…so the moment I entered the kitchen I pulled milk out of a fridge, as well as a box of cereal from a cupboard with a bowl, and poured the cereal into the bowl before pouring the milk into it. A spoon was easy to find so I immediately began to eat my breakfast…hmm…nothing beats having Frosties in the morning, but I guess I must check on my twitter account. So after devouring the food I found my laptop, switched it on and quickly found myself on twitter.
I know that I should be planning a promo for my match against Guv’nor this Friday but what haven’t I already done? I’ve attacked him, beaten him down and boasted about it…what should I do? Oh wait a second, a tweet from The Guv’nor about me? Let’s read it…oh…my…god…this one tweet…its PERFECT!!! I can loosely base a promo around this!!! But I better go have a shower, the last thing I want is to be dirty. So after switching the laptop off, and washing what I used for breakfast as well as putting the milk back in the fridge, I quickly yet quietly went straight for the bathroom. Wait a second…the shampoo bottle is empty………again…
“GOD DAMN IT SHANNON! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME WE RAN OUT OF SHAMPOO!!!”
act 2
Walking around backstage is a cameraman with the camera fully recording the scene in front of it. Earlier today the production crew received a letter requesting one of the cameramen to record a specific area of backstage. But the cameraman chosen didn’t know why since the area is just an empty corridor full of boxes, with each one possibly having equipment inside them, and a couple piles of stacked up metal folding chairs. The very moment the camera operator sighed, considering just calling it a day and switching off the recording device, something caught his eye…a single red rose slowly falling down from the ceiling. Instead of looking for its origin the camera lens focused on the rose as it elegantly fell to the floor in front of it. The moment its petals touched the floor an enormously bright light blast out of nowhere, blinding both the cameraman and the camera in the process.
“Scene Two went straight to plan last Monday.”
Those words were said as the camera began to refocus and the first thing it saw was the rose on the ground…but the ground is completely different. Instead of the lifeless grey concrete, the floor is made from Roman bricks. After a moment of getting back his wit the cameraman slowly turned the camera upwards to see the source of the sweetly feminine voice. The origin? None other than the purple haired lady Robina Hood as she is slighting against a small stone fence while looking down upon the stage, as if she has just seen a splendid performance. This ‘Scene Two’ she was talking about was none other than the main event of last week Meltdown where, with Niobe Martin by her side, she scored a tag team victory over The Guv’nor by pinning his tag team partner Jace Savage. Yes Robina did throw her former rival out of the ring and technically stole her victory but, at the end of the day, a victory is a victory…especially when Miss Hood was the one who took the North American Champion out of the equation with her Execution lariat.
“Like Scene One was as a tragedy Scene Two, the scene of glory, was a complete success. Yes, people say that I pushed Niobe out of the ring and stole her pin fall but what would be a decent fight scene without a dramatic ending? And a dramatic ending is what you’re going to gifted with this Monday Guv’nor. I’m a little mixed in feelings about our seventh confrontation…first I’m delighted to be the last person you face before you decide to go to either Asylum or Overdrive…then I feel quite bemused about the North American Championship not being on the line…yet I also feel excited that the winner of the match enters this year’s ‘Test For The Best’ tournament…mainly because I know that I am already the best that Action Packed Wrestling will ever have, period. Oh yeah, welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged…”
A self-assured haughtiness was intertwined with every single word that left the eighteen year old’s lips, even when she openly admitted that she stole Niobe’s victory last week, yet this extreme confidence was more apparent when declaring herself as the ‘best that Action Packed Wrestling will ever have.’ But when she introduced the name of the location they’re in, the young woman spotted the cameraman blushing.
“What’s wrong with you? And please don’t be as rude as the last guy.”
The forest-dweller asked…again oblivious to the fact that, when she turned around to face him as she said ’Theatre of the Deranged,’ the camera operator is blushing because he can see her pink panties through the semi-transparent part of the lower half of her red military-styled dress. After a few awkwardly silent moments the young woman sighed in annoyance.
“How rude are cameramen these days? Anyway…both the first and seconds scenes were so successful that I have no doubt Scene Three, the scene of triumph, will be an awe-inspiring success. You want to ruin my play Guv’nor? Heh, why don’t you realise it yet Guv? You’re simply a puppet in my show and not only am I the puppeteer but I’m also the scriptwriter and I guarantee you that the final verse you have will be a splendid one. Still don’t believe that you’re a puppet? Ask Jace Savage, he didn’t believe me as well…yet, after I pinned him, I threw that puppet so far away that his newest chance of glory is earning the right to be cannon fodder at the Test for the Best tournament. You already have either Asylum or Overdrive in your future, as well as the North American Championship, so there shouldn’t be too much of a reason why you would mind losing so much…oh wait…you’re still undefeated aren’t you? How could I be so foolish? Since your very debut no one has been able to pin you or make you submit…what a better way to put an end to our epic chronicle than for I to be the one who finally puts an end one of the most dominant eras on Meltdown.”
While her question about rude cameramen was ushered in an irritated tone, her newfound confidence eased its way back into her voice as she spoke on. Not only was her panties partly on show but so was her cleavage since the dress only covered the lower third of her breasts, which happens to have a rose popping out of the cleavage. Ignoring the ever growing blush on the cameraman’s face, the moment she finished her words Robina’s right hand moved towards the flower, carefully cupped the flower head and gently lift the rose out from her cleavage before looking back towards the camera with a cute, five year old like, smile upon her face.
“Six times we’ve fought Guv’nor…three tag team matches, a ladder match, a battle royal and even at Mayhem in a steel cage match. There is one thing I do wonder however…how many times have you called me stuff like ‘bitch’ and ‘slag?’ I’ve honestly lost count since it is almost like you truly don’t know what else to say about me…like how I’ve beaten you down with a crowbar twice, as well as when I nearly took your head clean off your shoulders with a simple throw, or even when I nearly ended your career in that cage match…yes I have never beaten you the previous six times but what do many people say? Seven is a lucky number and it shall be mine tomorrow night as I finally beat you Guv. Sure you had your fun, games and everything in between but on the third of June your grand finale won’t be with you walking out of Meltdown with your head held high…it’ll be with you leaving the arena in an ambulance while I, the Highlight of the Night, will celebrate my greatest victory before flying through this ‘Test For The Best’ with flying colours.”
While speaking out her words Robina puffed out her chest in a show of pride, not at all caring about the cherry faced camera operator. But even when admitting to her previous failures to defeat Guv’nor, the female megastar was visually and vocally relaxed as her eyes were again fixating themselves upon the rose in her right hand. Her eyes look mesmerised by the petals of the red rose, as if focusing her eyes upon the object to keep her mind both calm and stable, before momentarily glancing her eyes towards the recording device with a childish grin.
“Talking about flying through tests I remember a certain tweet being posted a few days ago. How did it go again? Oh yeah…‘you wanted this. I am not apologizing for how much I am going to hurt you next hastag pass the test.’ I’m guessing that our North American Champion meant next Monday since those were the legitimate words made by his twitter account. Before I continue I will admit that you are right, I do want this match…hell I made an unannounced appearance on Meltdown, twenty-four hours removed from that deliciously hellacious confrontation, just to issue the challenge out of respect.
I also don’t expect an apology for whatever you end up doing against a little girl like me Guv’nor since it’s typical for people like you to attack women in the most disgraceful of manners…and I personally want you to give it your all, like you did at Mayhem, since I want my one true victory over you to be against the best North American Champion of the past year…and not against a chap eying up deeper pockets. How do I know? I can read you like a book Guv’nor. You secretly want to make millions of dollars so that you, this Cheryl girl I’ve heard of and any child you plan on bringing to this world could experience what people call…the American Dream.”
While saying her words Miss Hood eyes returned their gaze towards the rose in her hands, momentarily glancing back over to the camera after every few lines so the cameraman wouldn’t attempt an escape. It was quite interesting to heard that Robina keeps track of what happens on twitter, event though it is just a social networking site working with an annoying boundary line of hundred and forty characters or less, and actually seem to be motivated by that lone tweet. She did giggle quite sweetly at the words ‘American Dream,’ personally not expecting to use those words at all during her career, while lifting the rose up to her nose and took a gentle sniff of it before deciding to continue onwards with her promo.
“Wrestlers who want to make the most money always want to leave the labelled ‘C-Show’ in a victorious fashion. So I want you to give it your all, Champ, or else you’re not only going to be embarrassed by this wee little lass, but you’re also going to be put out of commission by this wee little lass. I don’t think I need to motivate you anymore Guv since I’m a hundred percent sure that you’ll give your role, as my antagonist, everything you have…but there is one thing about your tweet that caught quite a bit of my attention…hashtag pass the test…”
Her voice were calm, harmonically calm and even a little laidback, as the Iron Maiden spoke out her confident words. While saying her words she slowly moved the rose downwards from her face but the moment ‘pass the test’ left her lips it all changed. Her sweet voice broke off and her originally laidback eyes darted in the direction of the camera, her face now looking straight as she spoke up.
“Pass the test…are you testing me Guv’nor? Do you think I’m not good enough Guv’nor?”
No sweetness, no innocence and no arrogance…darkness and frustration were the only thing her voice sounded as she venomously asked her two questions, now actually walking towards the camera. The cameraman wanted to cower back but already found himself against a wall, trapping himself between the deranged archer and a hard place as she came so close that her face was all the lens could see.
“Don’t underestimate me Lenny and you, out of all people, should know the reason why. Not only was I the first person to knock you flat on your back but I’ve laid you out on numerous occasions. Perhaps you thought that Sienna Harrison declared this match so you would look good while qualifying for Test of the Best…well you’re wrong Lenny! This is MY show…MY stage…MY scene and it’ll end the way that Scene Two ended last week with me looking over you in victory. I didn’t need any help to flatten you all those times like I didn’t need help to shorten your career by a considerable amount at Mayhem. So I DON’T NEED any help to give Scene Three…the scene of triumph…the END of our story…the grandest of endings, in the most breath-taking of proportions, when I’ll FINALLY pin you one, two………”
Robina’s voice sounded extremely angry and her expression looks clearly demented as she spoke out her words. Guv’nor tweet seemed to have rattled the originally calm megastar but then again this rage might have been secretly inside…yet either option didn’t matter to the cameraman as he was starting to panic at the fact he was stuck here with one of the most mentally sick people on Meltdown. The pace of her darkly voiced words was getting faster and faster with each line that departed her mouth and when she said ‘two’…silence…the purple haired dynamo went completely silent for a few awkward seconds before taking a few steps back. Once she was far enough back, so that the camera could capture her entire frame, the eighteen year old no longer looked angry…instead she looked completely calm as she lets go of the rose that was in the clutches of her right hand.
“…Three.”
Robina Hood said in a positively calm way and barely shot a rather haughty smile towards the camera before the rose touched the Roman brick floor. The moment it hit the floor an extremely bright light shun out from behind Meltdown’s resident lunatic and blinded both the cameraman and the camera. When the camera came back into focus the object could see that it was back in the arena, in the same spot it was originally. But instead of asking any questions the cameraman switched off the camera, turned around and ran off in fear of going through that experience again.
“Scene Two went straight to plan last Monday.”
Those words were said as the camera began to refocus and the first thing it saw was the rose on the ground…but the ground is completely different. Instead of the lifeless grey concrete, the floor is made from Roman bricks. After a moment of getting back his wit the cameraman slowly turned the camera upwards to see the source of the sweetly feminine voice. The origin? None other than the purple haired lady Robina Hood as she is slighting against a small stone fence while looking down upon the stage, as if she has just seen a splendid performance. This ‘Scene Two’ she was talking about was none other than the main event of last week Meltdown where, with Niobe Martin by her side, she scored a tag team victory over The Guv’nor by pinning his tag team partner Jace Savage. Yes Robina did throw her former rival out of the ring and technically stole her victory but, at the end of the day, a victory is a victory…especially when Miss Hood was the one who took the North American Champion out of the equation with her Execution lariat.
“Like Scene One was as a tragedy Scene Two, the scene of glory, was a complete success. Yes, people say that I pushed Niobe out of the ring and stole her pin fall but what would be a decent fight scene without a dramatic ending? And a dramatic ending is what you’re going to gifted with this Monday Guv’nor. I’m a little mixed in feelings about our seventh confrontation…first I’m delighted to be the last person you face before you decide to go to either Asylum or Overdrive…then I feel quite bemused about the North American Championship not being on the line…yet I also feel excited that the winner of the match enters this year’s ‘Test For The Best’ tournament…mainly because I know that I am already the best that Action Packed Wrestling will ever have, period. Oh yeah, welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged…”
A self-assured haughtiness was intertwined with every single word that left the eighteen year old’s lips, even when she openly admitted that she stole Niobe’s victory last week, yet this extreme confidence was more apparent when declaring herself as the ‘best that Action Packed Wrestling will ever have.’ But when she introduced the name of the location they’re in, the young woman spotted the cameraman blushing.
“What’s wrong with you? And please don’t be as rude as the last guy.”
The forest-dweller asked…again oblivious to the fact that, when she turned around to face him as she said ’Theatre of the Deranged,’ the camera operator is blushing because he can see her pink panties through the semi-transparent part of the lower half of her red military-styled dress. After a few awkwardly silent moments the young woman sighed in annoyance.
“How rude are cameramen these days? Anyway…both the first and seconds scenes were so successful that I have no doubt Scene Three, the scene of triumph, will be an awe-inspiring success. You want to ruin my play Guv’nor? Heh, why don’t you realise it yet Guv? You’re simply a puppet in my show and not only am I the puppeteer but I’m also the scriptwriter and I guarantee you that the final verse you have will be a splendid one. Still don’t believe that you’re a puppet? Ask Jace Savage, he didn’t believe me as well…yet, after I pinned him, I threw that puppet so far away that his newest chance of glory is earning the right to be cannon fodder at the Test for the Best tournament. You already have either Asylum or Overdrive in your future, as well as the North American Championship, so there shouldn’t be too much of a reason why you would mind losing so much…oh wait…you’re still undefeated aren’t you? How could I be so foolish? Since your very debut no one has been able to pin you or make you submit…what a better way to put an end to our epic chronicle than for I to be the one who finally puts an end one of the most dominant eras on Meltdown.”
While her question about rude cameramen was ushered in an irritated tone, her newfound confidence eased its way back into her voice as she spoke on. Not only was her panties partly on show but so was her cleavage since the dress only covered the lower third of her breasts, which happens to have a rose popping out of the cleavage. Ignoring the ever growing blush on the cameraman’s face, the moment she finished her words Robina’s right hand moved towards the flower, carefully cupped the flower head and gently lift the rose out from her cleavage before looking back towards the camera with a cute, five year old like, smile upon her face.
“Six times we’ve fought Guv’nor…three tag team matches, a ladder match, a battle royal and even at Mayhem in a steel cage match. There is one thing I do wonder however…how many times have you called me stuff like ‘bitch’ and ‘slag?’ I’ve honestly lost count since it is almost like you truly don’t know what else to say about me…like how I’ve beaten you down with a crowbar twice, as well as when I nearly took your head clean off your shoulders with a simple throw, or even when I nearly ended your career in that cage match…yes I have never beaten you the previous six times but what do many people say? Seven is a lucky number and it shall be mine tomorrow night as I finally beat you Guv. Sure you had your fun, games and everything in between but on the third of June your grand finale won’t be with you walking out of Meltdown with your head held high…it’ll be with you leaving the arena in an ambulance while I, the Highlight of the Night, will celebrate my greatest victory before flying through this ‘Test For The Best’ with flying colours.”
While speaking out her words Robina puffed out her chest in a show of pride, not at all caring about the cherry faced camera operator. But even when admitting to her previous failures to defeat Guv’nor, the female megastar was visually and vocally relaxed as her eyes were again fixating themselves upon the rose in her right hand. Her eyes look mesmerised by the petals of the red rose, as if focusing her eyes upon the object to keep her mind both calm and stable, before momentarily glancing her eyes towards the recording device with a childish grin.
“Talking about flying through tests I remember a certain tweet being posted a few days ago. How did it go again? Oh yeah…‘you wanted this. I am not apologizing for how much I am going to hurt you next hastag pass the test.’ I’m guessing that our North American Champion meant next Monday since those were the legitimate words made by his twitter account. Before I continue I will admit that you are right, I do want this match…hell I made an unannounced appearance on Meltdown, twenty-four hours removed from that deliciously hellacious confrontation, just to issue the challenge out of respect.
I also don’t expect an apology for whatever you end up doing against a little girl like me Guv’nor since it’s typical for people like you to attack women in the most disgraceful of manners…and I personally want you to give it your all, like you did at Mayhem, since I want my one true victory over you to be against the best North American Champion of the past year…and not against a chap eying up deeper pockets. How do I know? I can read you like a book Guv’nor. You secretly want to make millions of dollars so that you, this Cheryl girl I’ve heard of and any child you plan on bringing to this world could experience what people call…the American Dream.”
While saying her words Miss Hood eyes returned their gaze towards the rose in her hands, momentarily glancing back over to the camera after every few lines so the cameraman wouldn’t attempt an escape. It was quite interesting to heard that Robina keeps track of what happens on twitter, event though it is just a social networking site working with an annoying boundary line of hundred and forty characters or less, and actually seem to be motivated by that lone tweet. She did giggle quite sweetly at the words ‘American Dream,’ personally not expecting to use those words at all during her career, while lifting the rose up to her nose and took a gentle sniff of it before deciding to continue onwards with her promo.
“Wrestlers who want to make the most money always want to leave the labelled ‘C-Show’ in a victorious fashion. So I want you to give it your all, Champ, or else you’re not only going to be embarrassed by this wee little lass, but you’re also going to be put out of commission by this wee little lass. I don’t think I need to motivate you anymore Guv since I’m a hundred percent sure that you’ll give your role, as my antagonist, everything you have…but there is one thing about your tweet that caught quite a bit of my attention…hashtag pass the test…”
Her voice were calm, harmonically calm and even a little laidback, as the Iron Maiden spoke out her confident words. While saying her words she slowly moved the rose downwards from her face but the moment ‘pass the test’ left her lips it all changed. Her sweet voice broke off and her originally laidback eyes darted in the direction of the camera, her face now looking straight as she spoke up.
“Pass the test…are you testing me Guv’nor? Do you think I’m not good enough Guv’nor?”
No sweetness, no innocence and no arrogance…darkness and frustration were the only thing her voice sounded as she venomously asked her two questions, now actually walking towards the camera. The cameraman wanted to cower back but already found himself against a wall, trapping himself between the deranged archer and a hard place as she came so close that her face was all the lens could see.
“Don’t underestimate me Lenny and you, out of all people, should know the reason why. Not only was I the first person to knock you flat on your back but I’ve laid you out on numerous occasions. Perhaps you thought that Sienna Harrison declared this match so you would look good while qualifying for Test of the Best…well you’re wrong Lenny! This is MY show…MY stage…MY scene and it’ll end the way that Scene Two ended last week with me looking over you in victory. I didn’t need any help to flatten you all those times like I didn’t need help to shorten your career by a considerable amount at Mayhem. So I DON’T NEED any help to give Scene Three…the scene of triumph…the END of our story…the grandest of endings, in the most breath-taking of proportions, when I’ll FINALLY pin you one, two………”
Robina’s voice sounded extremely angry and her expression looks clearly demented as she spoke out her words. Guv’nor tweet seemed to have rattled the originally calm megastar but then again this rage might have been secretly inside…yet either option didn’t matter to the cameraman as he was starting to panic at the fact he was stuck here with one of the most mentally sick people on Meltdown. The pace of her darkly voiced words was getting faster and faster with each line that departed her mouth and when she said ‘two’…silence…the purple haired dynamo went completely silent for a few awkward seconds before taking a few steps back. Once she was far enough back, so that the camera could capture her entire frame, the eighteen year old no longer looked angry…instead she looked completely calm as she lets go of the rose that was in the clutches of her right hand.
“…Three.”
Robina Hood said in a positively calm way and barely shot a rather haughty smile towards the camera before the rose touched the Roman brick floor. The moment it hit the floor an extremely bright light shun out from behind Meltdown’s resident lunatic and blinded both the cameraman and the camera. When the camera came back into focus the object could see that it was back in the arena, in the same spot it was originally. But instead of asking any questions the cameraman switched off the camera, turned around and ran off in fear of going through that experience again.
