Post by B.A. Styles on Jun 27, 2013 17:35:32 GMT -4
Word count (after alot of chopping), without codes and on word processor, is SPOT-ON 4000 words. I hope it's alright. 
The scene opens up in a forest, a forest completely lush of trees and grass. The sun is shining directly above this forest…even though it is almost impossible to tell since the trees almost completely blocks out the sky. But why is the camera recording in such a forest? To look up the harmonic wildlife? To shoot a scene from some cheesy tropical horror film? None of these were right as the camera began to pick up a voice…a female’s voice humming some kind of familiar tune. The cameraman decided to search for the origin of this voice. It took thirty odd seconds but finally the cameraman arrived at the origin of the sound…a pond.
A simple pond with a few water lilies in the water as well as a female. This female has purple hair, thus making it obvious that she is none other than Robina Hood and when she turned around the cameraman’s face could assemble a raspberry since she is completely naked. Even though her entire upper body is exposed, since her lower half is still underwater, the Englishwoman didn’t look embarrassed at all…but instead annoyed.
“Can’t anyone have a peaceful wash anymore?”
Miss Hood asked as she turned to her left and began to walk out of the pond. The camera managed to capture a shot of one of her buttocks when she exited the pond and was gifted to a full show when she turned to face the camera. While walking over to the camera Miss Hood picked out a nearby red rose and simply dropped it. Knowing what happened to his colleagues the cameraman immediately covered his face…yet nothing happened. The cameraman slowly uncovered his face to find the rose on the floor before looking up to see the sly expression upon Robina’s face.
“You expected me to take you to the Theatre of the Deranged, didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but I’m planning something special for another time. After all, it is our ability to adapt to any wilderness that established humans as the best species on planet Earth. Adaptation and survival, that is what it takes to be the best…it has nothing to do with being the strongest, fastest or smartest…it is just the ability to adapt and survive. Hell this whole Test For The Best tournament is nothing more than a test to see who can adapt, who can survive and who deserves the title of ‘The Best.’ Yet that brings a question into my head…how could the likes of Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith and Jair Hopkins ever qualify for such an occasion?”
She laughed after asking her final question, clearly the Iron Maiden does not values some of her fellow entrants as adequate enough competition. Afterwards Robina glanced over her right shoulder, looking towards the pond, before looking back towards the camera with a grin on her face.
“Sure AC Smith has been the Xtreme Champion for god knows how long and yeah I’ve had yet to see him lose at a pay-per-view but there is always a first for everything. Serious when I hear that name I always think about those rock stars that were amazing years ago but now are nothing more than a broken record that can’t be bothered to get itself fixed. Well AC you better hope that you get eliminated early for, if we meet, I plan to get a sledgehammer and shatter the broken record. Me beating you has nothing to do with me wanting the Suicidal Championship…the only I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life this Sunday is to prove to the entire world that I am nothing less than the best in the world.
I do adapt and I have survived many things while you’re just a daisy waiting for the first winter breeze to blow you faraway. I have heard other things about you Smith and I will admit that you sound damn impressive…but there is a difference between expectation and reality. Everyone expects you to be the next main eventer, others even expecting you to turn this Sunday into the stepping stone towards a future World Title shot. But this isn’t your scene Smith, this is not your scene of glory and you will not leave this Sunday as a winner. I’ve heard people proclaim that you should be one of the main stars but here is my response to those stupid claims…if you should be a main event star, then aren’t you a main event star yet? The answer is simple Smith; you simply don’t have what it takes to make it into the main event scene. So you definitely don’t have what it takes to win this tournament AC and I really hope that get we to be put against each other in this contest…just so that why I am the star and you are nothing more than a support act.”
While saying her words the forest-dweller gently rested her hands down on her hips, continuously ignoring the blushing male holding the camera. Halfway through her words the young woman took a momentary pause to look over her shoulder again. Her eyes focused on the pond again, it seems that something in the water has caught her attention, yet instead of walking over to the pond the girl continued her words. Once she classed AC Smith as ‘a support act’ Miss Hood grabbed the cameraman by his collar and forced him down in a crouching position before crouching down herself.
“Another man who I would class as a support act would be none other than Nathaniel Havok and hopefully, this time round, I get some revenge against him. The first time we’ve been together was in a tag team match where he cost me the match by not having my back and in that ladder match, back at Rasslemania Nine, I didn’t get my hands on him like I wanted to. So perhaps this tournament is basically destiny calling and letting me finally pummel this Muppet. If so then I’ll say thank you destiny and you would be cursing it Havok since I know that you’ve been trying to avoid me for a while. The reason why you’ve been avoiding me? It’s the same reason why you fled from Meltdown, it wasn’t because you knew you could never beat The Guv’nor…but instead because he is afraid…afraid of me.
I actually don’t blame him for this fear since, if I was him, I would be panicking if I ever got to face myself. While you spent Mayhem proving that you’re all bark and no bite, I solidified my spot as the Highlight of the Night when I threw the Guv’nor off a steel cage. Sure you talk a lot on twitter but never once have you done anything that could convert my attention to Overdrive…so probably your role in the night is to show the world that you have some ability. But unfortunately for you, dear Havok, the only people who have that part are unimportant and are only there to make the real stars of the night even brighter. You want to know why I don’t believe that you can pass this test? Your looks, your voice, your name…none of these scream star attraction, instead they scream out ‘superstar’ and you know something about superstars Nathaniel? Superstars don’t three seconds in a Megastar world and if you’re ever unlucky enough to get me in the first round…this world will never hear from you again.”
While quietly saying her words the purple haired dynamo began to slowly make her way near the pond, as if sneaking up on something, and the cameraman chose to follow the nineteen year old, focusing the lens on her hair and back instead of sneaking in a shot of her rear end. When ‘afraid of me’ was spoken the Emo Princess spun around and reached pass the cameraman to pick up her signature bow, as well as an arrow. While saying her second batch of words Robina placed the arrow against the string, held the bow up and pulling the string back. Once the young Brit finished her words she lets go of the string. The arrow struck the water and the fact that the arrowhead is under the water yet the other end is still above the water shows that the arrow has definitely hit its target and Robina instantly shot out a rather smug smile.
“Talking about the world never hearing from them again…who’s Jair Hopkins? I guess I could blame myself for this lack of knowledge since I’ve never bothered to watch either Asylum or Overdrive but who is this guy and is he really good enough for this competition? Or was he simply given a qualifier just so somebody in the tournament gets an easy draw? Wait a second…isn’t he part of that tag team I inadvertently helped win the Tag Team Titles back at Rasslemania? If so then I’m even less impressed. I’ll give him his dues; he’s like a two time Tag Team Champion or some malarkey like that…but there’s a clear difference between tag team competition and solo competition sunshine. In tag team matches you always have somebody watching your back but in solo competition you’re all alone, which could make you easy pickings for the likes of me.
Don’t believe me? What a foolish man you are…other than those Tag Title reigns what have you ever done? The answer? Fuck all. Not only are you unimpressive but you’re probably one of the easiest pushovers in this year’s Test For The Best. This tournament is for the best only and you’re not even good enough for me to have ever heard of you. So here is a very friendly, and one time only, piece of advice I’ve got for you Jair…turn around, go home and give up. Nobody will ever miss you since you’ve done absolutely nothing to be remembered for, hell your Rasslemania moment was basically capitalising on the opportunity I practically handed you on a silver platter. So Jair Hopkins…do yourself a favour and just give up…since nobody never has or ever will care about you.”
Throughout the first half of her words Robina made her way pass the cameraman and towards the arrow before, somewhere around halfway through them, Miss Hood pulled the arrow out from the water. What did the arrow struck? A decent sized fish and she shot out a grin at him before continuing to speak. While saying her words the young woman walked off and when she finished them she arrived at a small campfire. Immediately she pulled the arrow out of the fish and stuck a bigger stick into it before stabbing the stick into the ground, at an angle that held the fish close to the fire. Afterwards Miss Hood sat down and invited the cameraman to sit down as well. Once he sat down she leaned slightly toward the camera, with a grin on her face.
“Talking about Tag Team Titles…isn’t one Aubrey J Parker in this tournament? And isn’t she did pissed off about what happened at Rasslemania? Well boo-hoo I don’t give a shit about what she thinks. Oh sure she has held the North American Championship, the Tag Team Championship and the Suicidal Championship…but held is the keyword of that sentence. Am I going to be lenient on her, or even wish her luck, because me and her are the only women in this match? Fuck no, she tried to threaten me on my Meltdown and now she is going to be paying the price for such a ridiculous action. Maybe she wants to win this tournament badly, for her own goal or for this New Syndicate that sounds like complete bullshit, but all that little thing is going to do is make me smile and laugh even more when I crush those aspirations right in front of her eyes.
You heard me right AJP, I think that the New Syndicate is nothing more than a bunch of blowhard rejects that’s only claim to fame is the team name. Out of all of them, you’re probably the lamest one of them all…people have told me that you’re fighting for the respect of all women yet you wear more make-up than a freaking clown. I know that people view you as one of the greatest female performers here but here comes a newsflash for you Aubrey…you’re unimportant, unneeded and not good enough to win this tournament. Sure I expect you to make it to the semi finals but dear sunshine, your chances of going any further is the same as the likelihood of you beating Level One…it’s going to happen, especially the latter part since while you’re going to look good and get a few possible cheers…I win. Don’t believe me? Don’t believe at your own risk since, at any given moment, I can end your career in a snap of a finger. So pray to Jesus, Buddha, Allah or whatever you believe in…pray like your life depends on it Aubrey…pray that you get eliminated before going against me.”
Unlike all the other times Robina actually stayed still throughout her words. The only movement she made was when the she moved her hands into a prayer kind of position, possibly to further indicate her final line or few.
“Another thing you could pray for, Aubrey, is your rather chaotic friend Logan Alexander since I personally wouldn’t mind facing him in the first round. Why would I pick him over Jace Savage, who I’ve actually pinned a few weeks ago, you ask? Because the current Tap Out Champion has been one guy I’ve desired to compete against since January. Why? Two separate lines, each with three words, ‘Beat The Clock’ and ‘Survive and Conquer.’ The winner of the beat the clock challenger would have faced you at Survive and Conquer for the North American Championship and, even if I got screwed, I failed to get a shot at you…I wanted to turn you into my stepping stone Logan and the moment I had to start off Survive and Conquer, only to watch defend your belt against an undeserving challenger, ate me up on the inside. Yet now, after five long months, it seems that I finally get to use you as a stepping stone this Sunday.
Don’t worry Logan, I ain’t going to underestimate you since you were the top guy when I first came onto Meltdown and out of all the other entrants you’re the one I’m looking forward to facing the most. But don’t think that this would be a good thing since now you have even less of a chance at beating me then you had before. So bring on the Chaos Strike Force and all the other chaos named moves you have for you’ll need Plan A all the way down to Plan Z to beat me. Perhaps I can be a little cocky but that won’t stop me from pinning you - one, two, three - if we end up facing each other at Test For The Best. So if you plan on bringing glory to the New Syndicate, you’ve got another thing coming Logan.”
The nineteen year old actually giggled after finishing her words before standing herself up. Afterwards she into a bush big enough to cover her body.Half a minute went by before Robina came out from the bush as she is now wearing a violet bra with matching panties before positioning herself besides the cameraman again.
“Man…ain’t the New Syndicate full of greedy sods these days? A third fucking member and, out of them all, probably the most egotistical…so egotistical that he refers to one of his moves as ‘super sexy.’ This berk I’m talking about none other than Christian Kane…the guy who failed twice to capitalise on the perfect opportunity that I handed him on a silver platter. At Survive and Conquer he failed to win the North American Title and at Rasslemania he failed to walk out as Tag Team Champions. So the first pay-per-view I decided not to have his back…he lost, again. It seems that Christian is in a bit of a slump isn’t he? Well unfortunately for the ‘super sexy’ one that slump is simply going to continue on since I may not be ‘super sexy’ but I am ‘The Perfect Megastar.’ How can I be so assured about my chances? Because I defeated one of the best wrestlers in APW to enter this tournament. So who have you defeated to get here Christian?
Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring because you are tiny compared to my potential. Perhaps I’ll never be referred to as ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’ but I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about such a thing…since I thrive on the suffering of those who cross my path and, dear Christian, if we end up in the ring against each other than I promise you that your screams of pain shall drown out the crowd’s reactions. Be it through me pulling your hair out or using the steel steps to injure your arm …I’m going to take you, make you suffer the most pain you’ve ever felt and, just to finish it off, I’ll take your ‘super sexy’ face and ruin it to a point where you’ll have to wear a paper bag in shame of how ‘super ugly’ you’ve become.”
Apparently the cool breeze didn’t affect the young Brit at all since she didn’t shiver, not even once, as she spoke out her words. Once her words were finished Robina pulled the fish towards her and nibbled it before glancing back towards the camera.
“Can’t a hungry girl have a bite to eat? Remember the words adapt and survive? If you don’t eat what’s around you then you can’t adapt, thus being unable to survive. Test For The Best is basically a test for everyone and while I’m proud to represent Meltdown, I don’t represent it alone for there is also Jace Savage…yeah he’s bound to be nothing more than fodder for somebody else but, at the end of the day, he earned his spot so he deserves some credit. It might also be worth noting that I’m going to give him credit for the fact that he practically wants nothing to do with his wealthy father, just like me. Yeah we have our different reasons, like him hating everything his dad stood for and my parents turning a blind eye towards the molestation that I suffered, but Jace definitely has what it takes to survive and conquer.
But don’t let that comment go into your head, Jace; the last thing you need is a massive ego, since it was that ego that helped me pin you a while back. But hey, all I know, you could be the ill-fated git that gets put against me in the very first round…which I wouldn’t actually mind for there is one thing that does get on my nerves…and that is when people negatively about one of my friends. I don’t know if you want Sienna Harrison gone or are trying to make it happen but here is some news for you, sunshine…I’m not only going to put an end to your hopes of winning this contest, but I’m also going to kill your stupid revolution. You think you can pass this test Jace, huh? You may have the surname ‘Savage’ but if you cross my path again, I’ll show you how savage I can be.”
At first she sound relaxed but this laidback manner quickly deteriorated halfway through them as each word started to sound more and more purposeful. Yet after finishing those very words the purple haired dynamo simply had another nibble before placing her attention back on the camera.
“What is the purpose of Meltdown anyway? To bring in the next generation? Or to protect dinosaurs like Biggs from being replaced by the next big thing? Understandably Biggs is one of the odds on favourites to win Test For The Best, just like he was the guy I betted a fiver on at Rasslemania, yet just like what happened at Rasslemania he’s going to let everyone down again. Sure he produced the greatest match I’ve ever seen but at the end of the day he lost…so while I do expect him to look phenomenal in the ring, he is simply going to leave yet another pay-per-view as a loser. Sure he’s one of the top guys in APW but here’s a newsflash Spaceman, I ain’t no E-T…I’m the motherfucking predator that is going to make you wish that your initials were A.S.
I know that you’re going to get through the first round since you’re the Starmaker…beating you is the perfect way to show the world that people are ready for The Bigg Time since a victory over somebody as legendary as you could easily the pinnacle of anybody’s career, mine included. Yes I just admitted that you’re a legend but, before you get Spaced Out by that compliment Spaceman, let me tell you something about legends…they’re the past. You are the past of APW, Biggs, and even though you’re one of the all-time greats…the past never beats the future. So, if we do meet up this Sunday, let’s produce the twenty-first century version of David versus Goliath when I pin you…one……two………three.”
Robina seems to be settled by the warm fire since she refuse to budge from her position as she spoke out her words. The only major movement she made was when the young Brit used her index, middle and marriage finger of her left hand to indicate the pin fall. However, the deranged archer stood up once her words were over and went back behind the bush. Another thirty seconds pass and she came back out but in her ring gear this time as she sat herself back down.
“Another David versus Goliath occasion could be if I end up pinning CJ Gates in the finals, yes I have a feeling that he’ll be my opponent when I get to the final question of this test…what a way to win Test For The Best in my rookie year, by defeating a certifiable legend in Gates. But as a legend I guess we’ll be hearing his knees click every time he moves…what? Did that step on a nerve CJ? Well what are you going to do about it? Bend me over your knee and spank me? Don’t make me laugh…sure you were amazing in twenty-eleven, hell you won this tournament in that year for crying out loud, but that was two years ago. Since then all you’ve been practically known for is being Level-One’s whipping boy.
Perhaps that is why you want to win this tournament so badly Gates…while you supposedly have the money to buy the Empire State Building twice, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought compared to all the other big name stars here. Level-One…Terry Marvin…Michael Callahan…hell even Sally Talfourd more relevant than you and she ain’t even here anymore. You not only want to pass the test gates but you need to pass the test just to prove to the world that you are one of the best around. Unfortunately for you White Knight this Damsel of the Woods is not only going to stop you…why is that? It’s the same reason I am going to conquer over all the other entrants. My name is Robina Hood, I am the Perfect Megastar and I’ll be the one passing the test this year.”
She stayed still while speaking but it was near the end of them that Miss Hood finally made some proper movement. The moment she uttered ‘this year’ that Robina was now face-to-face with the camera lens and she gave out a cute smile while reaching her right hand around the device and pressing the stop button…putting an end to this promo in the process.
A simple pond with a few water lilies in the water as well as a female. This female has purple hair, thus making it obvious that she is none other than Robina Hood and when she turned around the cameraman’s face could assemble a raspberry since she is completely naked. Even though her entire upper body is exposed, since her lower half is still underwater, the Englishwoman didn’t look embarrassed at all…but instead annoyed.
“Can’t anyone have a peaceful wash anymore?”
Miss Hood asked as she turned to her left and began to walk out of the pond. The camera managed to capture a shot of one of her buttocks when she exited the pond and was gifted to a full show when she turned to face the camera. While walking over to the camera Miss Hood picked out a nearby red rose and simply dropped it. Knowing what happened to his colleagues the cameraman immediately covered his face…yet nothing happened. The cameraman slowly uncovered his face to find the rose on the floor before looking up to see the sly expression upon Robina’s face.
“You expected me to take you to the Theatre of the Deranged, didn’t you? Well sorry to burst your bubble but I’m planning something special for another time. After all, it is our ability to adapt to any wilderness that established humans as the best species on planet Earth. Adaptation and survival, that is what it takes to be the best…it has nothing to do with being the strongest, fastest or smartest…it is just the ability to adapt and survive. Hell this whole Test For The Best tournament is nothing more than a test to see who can adapt, who can survive and who deserves the title of ‘The Best.’ Yet that brings a question into my head…how could the likes of Nathaniel Havok, AC Smith and Jair Hopkins ever qualify for such an occasion?”
She laughed after asking her final question, clearly the Iron Maiden does not values some of her fellow entrants as adequate enough competition. Afterwards Robina glanced over her right shoulder, looking towards the pond, before looking back towards the camera with a grin on her face.
“Sure AC Smith has been the Xtreme Champion for god knows how long and yeah I’ve had yet to see him lose at a pay-per-view but there is always a first for everything. Serious when I hear that name I always think about those rock stars that were amazing years ago but now are nothing more than a broken record that can’t be bothered to get itself fixed. Well AC you better hope that you get eliminated early for, if we meet, I plan to get a sledgehammer and shatter the broken record. Me beating you has nothing to do with me wanting the Suicidal Championship…the only I’m going to beat you within an inch of your life this Sunday is to prove to the entire world that I am nothing less than the best in the world.
I do adapt and I have survived many things while you’re just a daisy waiting for the first winter breeze to blow you faraway. I have heard other things about you Smith and I will admit that you sound damn impressive…but there is a difference between expectation and reality. Everyone expects you to be the next main eventer, others even expecting you to turn this Sunday into the stepping stone towards a future World Title shot. But this isn’t your scene Smith, this is not your scene of glory and you will not leave this Sunday as a winner. I’ve heard people proclaim that you should be one of the main stars but here is my response to those stupid claims…if you should be a main event star, then aren’t you a main event star yet? The answer is simple Smith; you simply don’t have what it takes to make it into the main event scene. So you definitely don’t have what it takes to win this tournament AC and I really hope that get we to be put against each other in this contest…just so that why I am the star and you are nothing more than a support act.”
While saying her words the forest-dweller gently rested her hands down on her hips, continuously ignoring the blushing male holding the camera. Halfway through her words the young woman took a momentary pause to look over her shoulder again. Her eyes focused on the pond again, it seems that something in the water has caught her attention, yet instead of walking over to the pond the girl continued her words. Once she classed AC Smith as ‘a support act’ Miss Hood grabbed the cameraman by his collar and forced him down in a crouching position before crouching down herself.
“Another man who I would class as a support act would be none other than Nathaniel Havok and hopefully, this time round, I get some revenge against him. The first time we’ve been together was in a tag team match where he cost me the match by not having my back and in that ladder match, back at Rasslemania Nine, I didn’t get my hands on him like I wanted to. So perhaps this tournament is basically destiny calling and letting me finally pummel this Muppet. If so then I’ll say thank you destiny and you would be cursing it Havok since I know that you’ve been trying to avoid me for a while. The reason why you’ve been avoiding me? It’s the same reason why you fled from Meltdown, it wasn’t because you knew you could never beat The Guv’nor…but instead because he is afraid…afraid of me.
I actually don’t blame him for this fear since, if I was him, I would be panicking if I ever got to face myself. While you spent Mayhem proving that you’re all bark and no bite, I solidified my spot as the Highlight of the Night when I threw the Guv’nor off a steel cage. Sure you talk a lot on twitter but never once have you done anything that could convert my attention to Overdrive…so probably your role in the night is to show the world that you have some ability. But unfortunately for you, dear Havok, the only people who have that part are unimportant and are only there to make the real stars of the night even brighter. You want to know why I don’t believe that you can pass this test? Your looks, your voice, your name…none of these scream star attraction, instead they scream out ‘superstar’ and you know something about superstars Nathaniel? Superstars don’t three seconds in a Megastar world and if you’re ever unlucky enough to get me in the first round…this world will never hear from you again.”
While quietly saying her words the purple haired dynamo began to slowly make her way near the pond, as if sneaking up on something, and the cameraman chose to follow the nineteen year old, focusing the lens on her hair and back instead of sneaking in a shot of her rear end. When ‘afraid of me’ was spoken the Emo Princess spun around and reached pass the cameraman to pick up her signature bow, as well as an arrow. While saying her second batch of words Robina placed the arrow against the string, held the bow up and pulling the string back. Once the young Brit finished her words she lets go of the string. The arrow struck the water and the fact that the arrowhead is under the water yet the other end is still above the water shows that the arrow has definitely hit its target and Robina instantly shot out a rather smug smile.
“Talking about the world never hearing from them again…who’s Jair Hopkins? I guess I could blame myself for this lack of knowledge since I’ve never bothered to watch either Asylum or Overdrive but who is this guy and is he really good enough for this competition? Or was he simply given a qualifier just so somebody in the tournament gets an easy draw? Wait a second…isn’t he part of that tag team I inadvertently helped win the Tag Team Titles back at Rasslemania? If so then I’m even less impressed. I’ll give him his dues; he’s like a two time Tag Team Champion or some malarkey like that…but there’s a clear difference between tag team competition and solo competition sunshine. In tag team matches you always have somebody watching your back but in solo competition you’re all alone, which could make you easy pickings for the likes of me.
Don’t believe me? What a foolish man you are…other than those Tag Title reigns what have you ever done? The answer? Fuck all. Not only are you unimpressive but you’re probably one of the easiest pushovers in this year’s Test For The Best. This tournament is for the best only and you’re not even good enough for me to have ever heard of you. So here is a very friendly, and one time only, piece of advice I’ve got for you Jair…turn around, go home and give up. Nobody will ever miss you since you’ve done absolutely nothing to be remembered for, hell your Rasslemania moment was basically capitalising on the opportunity I practically handed you on a silver platter. So Jair Hopkins…do yourself a favour and just give up…since nobody never has or ever will care about you.”
Throughout the first half of her words Robina made her way pass the cameraman and towards the arrow before, somewhere around halfway through them, Miss Hood pulled the arrow out from the water. What did the arrow struck? A decent sized fish and she shot out a grin at him before continuing to speak. While saying her words the young woman walked off and when she finished them she arrived at a small campfire. Immediately she pulled the arrow out of the fish and stuck a bigger stick into it before stabbing the stick into the ground, at an angle that held the fish close to the fire. Afterwards Miss Hood sat down and invited the cameraman to sit down as well. Once he sat down she leaned slightly toward the camera, with a grin on her face.
“Talking about Tag Team Titles…isn’t one Aubrey J Parker in this tournament? And isn’t she did pissed off about what happened at Rasslemania? Well boo-hoo I don’t give a shit about what she thinks. Oh sure she has held the North American Championship, the Tag Team Championship and the Suicidal Championship…but held is the keyword of that sentence. Am I going to be lenient on her, or even wish her luck, because me and her are the only women in this match? Fuck no, she tried to threaten me on my Meltdown and now she is going to be paying the price for such a ridiculous action. Maybe she wants to win this tournament badly, for her own goal or for this New Syndicate that sounds like complete bullshit, but all that little thing is going to do is make me smile and laugh even more when I crush those aspirations right in front of her eyes.
You heard me right AJP, I think that the New Syndicate is nothing more than a bunch of blowhard rejects that’s only claim to fame is the team name. Out of all of them, you’re probably the lamest one of them all…people have told me that you’re fighting for the respect of all women yet you wear more make-up than a freaking clown. I know that people view you as one of the greatest female performers here but here comes a newsflash for you Aubrey…you’re unimportant, unneeded and not good enough to win this tournament. Sure I expect you to make it to the semi finals but dear sunshine, your chances of going any further is the same as the likelihood of you beating Level One…it’s going to happen, especially the latter part since while you’re going to look good and get a few possible cheers…I win. Don’t believe me? Don’t believe at your own risk since, at any given moment, I can end your career in a snap of a finger. So pray to Jesus, Buddha, Allah or whatever you believe in…pray like your life depends on it Aubrey…pray that you get eliminated before going against me.”
Unlike all the other times Robina actually stayed still throughout her words. The only movement she made was when the she moved her hands into a prayer kind of position, possibly to further indicate her final line or few.
“Another thing you could pray for, Aubrey, is your rather chaotic friend Logan Alexander since I personally wouldn’t mind facing him in the first round. Why would I pick him over Jace Savage, who I’ve actually pinned a few weeks ago, you ask? Because the current Tap Out Champion has been one guy I’ve desired to compete against since January. Why? Two separate lines, each with three words, ‘Beat The Clock’ and ‘Survive and Conquer.’ The winner of the beat the clock challenger would have faced you at Survive and Conquer for the North American Championship and, even if I got screwed, I failed to get a shot at you…I wanted to turn you into my stepping stone Logan and the moment I had to start off Survive and Conquer, only to watch defend your belt against an undeserving challenger, ate me up on the inside. Yet now, after five long months, it seems that I finally get to use you as a stepping stone this Sunday.
Don’t worry Logan, I ain’t going to underestimate you since you were the top guy when I first came onto Meltdown and out of all the other entrants you’re the one I’m looking forward to facing the most. But don’t think that this would be a good thing since now you have even less of a chance at beating me then you had before. So bring on the Chaos Strike Force and all the other chaos named moves you have for you’ll need Plan A all the way down to Plan Z to beat me. Perhaps I can be a little cocky but that won’t stop me from pinning you - one, two, three - if we end up facing each other at Test For The Best. So if you plan on bringing glory to the New Syndicate, you’ve got another thing coming Logan.”
The nineteen year old actually giggled after finishing her words before standing herself up. Afterwards she into a bush big enough to cover her body.Half a minute went by before Robina came out from the bush as she is now wearing a violet bra with matching panties before positioning herself besides the cameraman again.
“Man…ain’t the New Syndicate full of greedy sods these days? A third fucking member and, out of them all, probably the most egotistical…so egotistical that he refers to one of his moves as ‘super sexy.’ This berk I’m talking about none other than Christian Kane…the guy who failed twice to capitalise on the perfect opportunity that I handed him on a silver platter. At Survive and Conquer he failed to win the North American Title and at Rasslemania he failed to walk out as Tag Team Champions. So the first pay-per-view I decided not to have his back…he lost, again. It seems that Christian is in a bit of a slump isn’t he? Well unfortunately for the ‘super sexy’ one that slump is simply going to continue on since I may not be ‘super sexy’ but I am ‘The Perfect Megastar.’ How can I be so assured about my chances? Because I defeated one of the best wrestlers in APW to enter this tournament. So who have you defeated to get here Christian?
Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring because you are tiny compared to my potential. Perhaps I’ll never be referred to as ‘beautiful’ or ‘sexy’ but I couldn’t give a rat’s arse about such a thing…since I thrive on the suffering of those who cross my path and, dear Christian, if we end up in the ring against each other than I promise you that your screams of pain shall drown out the crowd’s reactions. Be it through me pulling your hair out or using the steel steps to injure your arm …I’m going to take you, make you suffer the most pain you’ve ever felt and, just to finish it off, I’ll take your ‘super sexy’ face and ruin it to a point where you’ll have to wear a paper bag in shame of how ‘super ugly’ you’ve become.”
Apparently the cool breeze didn’t affect the young Brit at all since she didn’t shiver, not even once, as she spoke out her words. Once her words were finished Robina pulled the fish towards her and nibbled it before glancing back towards the camera.
“Can’t a hungry girl have a bite to eat? Remember the words adapt and survive? If you don’t eat what’s around you then you can’t adapt, thus being unable to survive. Test For The Best is basically a test for everyone and while I’m proud to represent Meltdown, I don’t represent it alone for there is also Jace Savage…yeah he’s bound to be nothing more than fodder for somebody else but, at the end of the day, he earned his spot so he deserves some credit. It might also be worth noting that I’m going to give him credit for the fact that he practically wants nothing to do with his wealthy father, just like me. Yeah we have our different reasons, like him hating everything his dad stood for and my parents turning a blind eye towards the molestation that I suffered, but Jace definitely has what it takes to survive and conquer.
But don’t let that comment go into your head, Jace; the last thing you need is a massive ego, since it was that ego that helped me pin you a while back. But hey, all I know, you could be the ill-fated git that gets put against me in the very first round…which I wouldn’t actually mind for there is one thing that does get on my nerves…and that is when people negatively about one of my friends. I don’t know if you want Sienna Harrison gone or are trying to make it happen but here is some news for you, sunshine…I’m not only going to put an end to your hopes of winning this contest, but I’m also going to kill your stupid revolution. You think you can pass this test Jace, huh? You may have the surname ‘Savage’ but if you cross my path again, I’ll show you how savage I can be.”
At first she sound relaxed but this laidback manner quickly deteriorated halfway through them as each word started to sound more and more purposeful. Yet after finishing those very words the purple haired dynamo simply had another nibble before placing her attention back on the camera.
“What is the purpose of Meltdown anyway? To bring in the next generation? Or to protect dinosaurs like Biggs from being replaced by the next big thing? Understandably Biggs is one of the odds on favourites to win Test For The Best, just like he was the guy I betted a fiver on at Rasslemania, yet just like what happened at Rasslemania he’s going to let everyone down again. Sure he produced the greatest match I’ve ever seen but at the end of the day he lost…so while I do expect him to look phenomenal in the ring, he is simply going to leave yet another pay-per-view as a loser. Sure he’s one of the top guys in APW but here’s a newsflash Spaceman, I ain’t no E-T…I’m the motherfucking predator that is going to make you wish that your initials were A.S.
I know that you’re going to get through the first round since you’re the Starmaker…beating you is the perfect way to show the world that people are ready for The Bigg Time since a victory over somebody as legendary as you could easily the pinnacle of anybody’s career, mine included. Yes I just admitted that you’re a legend but, before you get Spaced Out by that compliment Spaceman, let me tell you something about legends…they’re the past. You are the past of APW, Biggs, and even though you’re one of the all-time greats…the past never beats the future. So, if we do meet up this Sunday, let’s produce the twenty-first century version of David versus Goliath when I pin you…one……two………three.”
Robina seems to be settled by the warm fire since she refuse to budge from her position as she spoke out her words. The only major movement she made was when the young Brit used her index, middle and marriage finger of her left hand to indicate the pin fall. However, the deranged archer stood up once her words were over and went back behind the bush. Another thirty seconds pass and she came back out but in her ring gear this time as she sat herself back down.
“Another David versus Goliath occasion could be if I end up pinning CJ Gates in the finals, yes I have a feeling that he’ll be my opponent when I get to the final question of this test…what a way to win Test For The Best in my rookie year, by defeating a certifiable legend in Gates. But as a legend I guess we’ll be hearing his knees click every time he moves…what? Did that step on a nerve CJ? Well what are you going to do about it? Bend me over your knee and spank me? Don’t make me laugh…sure you were amazing in twenty-eleven, hell you won this tournament in that year for crying out loud, but that was two years ago. Since then all you’ve been practically known for is being Level-One’s whipping boy.
Perhaps that is why you want to win this tournament so badly Gates…while you supposedly have the money to buy the Empire State Building twice, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought compared to all the other big name stars here. Level-One…Terry Marvin…Michael Callahan…hell even Sally Talfourd more relevant than you and she ain’t even here anymore. You not only want to pass the test gates but you need to pass the test just to prove to the world that you are one of the best around. Unfortunately for you White Knight this Damsel of the Woods is not only going to stop you…why is that? It’s the same reason I am going to conquer over all the other entrants. My name is Robina Hood, I am the Perfect Megastar and I’ll be the one passing the test this year.”
She stayed still while speaking but it was near the end of them that Miss Hood finally made some proper movement. The moment she uttered ‘this year’ that Robina was now face-to-face with the camera lens and she gave out a cute smile while reaching her right hand around the device and pressing the stop button…putting an end to this promo in the process.
