Post by B.A. Styles on Jul 24, 2013 17:05:29 GMT -4
Only just came back online earlier and found out I had a match lol, I hope this is good enough. 
act 1
Seven odd days ago I finally did it. After seven hard months I’ve not only finally defeated The Guv’nor, at the main event of the very last episode of Meltdown, to become the North American Champion but I’m also registered as the final North American Champion. Sure people will possibly mock me for bursting into tears while it took a couple of days for Lenny’s bite mark to fully disappear from my bottom but I don’t care…that was my moment, the moment I’ve been fighting for hard and long for, and now I’ve finally earned my greatest ever victory.
Right now I’m sitting on the sofa with my eyes looking above the blank television…why? Because right above it, literally resting on top of it, is the North American Championship with my name on it. I’m not sure if APW plans on deactivating the belt or simply try to unify it with another Championship but, as the current holder, I’m simply going to keep it until they finally make a decision. Possibly to Shannon’s delight I’ve opted to simply be in the most skimpiest red bra I could find with a matching thong. Perhaps I was a naturist in a previous life? Either I am or not I will admit that I’m extremely surprised at the news I got earlier today.
The day before the Meltdown Finale I requested a whole week off to stabilise my mind and they accepted my request. So, unlike all the others who were drafted away, I didn’t debut on the following episode of either Overdrive or Asylum. I originally expected to have my debut in a rather irrelevant match that holds no importance yet instead I get to make my Overdrive debut in the main event as a member of Overdrive Championship Scramble. Nice to see that somebody has faith in me, since there is no way that you’d book somebody you doubt in the main event…but if Alexander Duvhall plans on using this to have me in his pocket then he has another thing coming; I am a ‘Sienna Gal.’
Yet was I just booked to stop Evan, the brother of my mentor and friend, from keeping the Title? I’m not fully sure why I’ve been gifted with such an opportunity so quickly…maybe I should sleep on it. So a light yawn escaped my lips as I rolled over, onto my belly, and closed my eyes before drifting off to sleep. This slumber didn’t last that long however as I began to feel something repeatedly landing down upon my rear. It doesn’t genuinely hurt as each swat brought a faint, more pleasant, sting but this is disrupting my peaceful snooze. So after a little while of squirming lightly my eyes slowly opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my girlfriend Shannon with not only a cheeky grin on her face but also with her eyes looking at my mostly exposed bottom.
“Wakey wakey.”
Here eyes moved their gaze towards my face as she teasingly said those words, her hand still lightly swatting away at my bottom as she giggled after saying those two words.
“Well I’m awake-ow!”
I couldn’t even finish my line as a hard smack crashed straight down upon the centre of my butt. Damn that whack stung…and now Shannon is giggling at me as I instantly rolled over and sat up with a, possibly childish, pout on my face.
“Maybe I should do that every time you try to sleep on the sofa…especially if your butt looks so inviting.”
“So you’re suggesting domestic discipline?”
“I don’t think it’ll be classed as discipline if both sides enjoy it.”
Wait, what? Is Shannon suggesting that I like being spanked? Of course I don’t ‘enjoy’ it since it does sting…but I do ‘enjoy’ the feeling of her skin against mine. Man I’m so confused! I can feel my face heating up and my girlfriend seem to enjoy the sight of my blush since she is giggling at this. Damn I need to steer this conversation towards a different direction…fortunately I managed to find one when I noticed the brace wrapped around Shannon’s knee as she sat down next to me.
“Is your knee healing up?”
“Well I’ve managed to sneak up on you so I can walk again…it bloody hurts though.”
“Maybe I should go and get some revenge on the person who caused this…”
“There is no need to get revenge, Megan.”
I guess I can’t help but sound vindictive with me words…since I can be quite protective of my baby girl. However the worried tone in the redhead’s voice drifted my mind away from Na-Na Jackson. After saying her words she slowly moved her right hand and gently grabbed hold of my left one as her face edged close to my own.
“Since all I need to recover is your love and company.”
Moments after those words were said Shannon pressed her lips against mine into a kiss. Sure her kiss was a little demanding but I definitely didn’t mind this as I delightfully returned the kiss to her lips. If there is a Kiss of the Year award then I would so nominate this one as, after an uncertain amount of time, our lips departed from each other. Moments after our lips departed from each other my beautiful read sat down upon my lap, grabbed the remote and switched on the television to watch the Smurfs…man, my girlfriend’s inner child makes her even more adorable.
Right now I’m sitting on the sofa with my eyes looking above the blank television…why? Because right above it, literally resting on top of it, is the North American Championship with my name on it. I’m not sure if APW plans on deactivating the belt or simply try to unify it with another Championship but, as the current holder, I’m simply going to keep it until they finally make a decision. Possibly to Shannon’s delight I’ve opted to simply be in the most skimpiest red bra I could find with a matching thong. Perhaps I was a naturist in a previous life? Either I am or not I will admit that I’m extremely surprised at the news I got earlier today.
The day before the Meltdown Finale I requested a whole week off to stabilise my mind and they accepted my request. So, unlike all the others who were drafted away, I didn’t debut on the following episode of either Overdrive or Asylum. I originally expected to have my debut in a rather irrelevant match that holds no importance yet instead I get to make my Overdrive debut in the main event as a member of Overdrive Championship Scramble. Nice to see that somebody has faith in me, since there is no way that you’d book somebody you doubt in the main event…but if Alexander Duvhall plans on using this to have me in his pocket then he has another thing coming; I am a ‘Sienna Gal.’
Yet was I just booked to stop Evan, the brother of my mentor and friend, from keeping the Title? I’m not fully sure why I’ve been gifted with such an opportunity so quickly…maybe I should sleep on it. So a light yawn escaped my lips as I rolled over, onto my belly, and closed my eyes before drifting off to sleep. This slumber didn’t last that long however as I began to feel something repeatedly landing down upon my rear. It doesn’t genuinely hurt as each swat brought a faint, more pleasant, sting but this is disrupting my peaceful snooze. So after a little while of squirming lightly my eyes slowly opened and I looked over my shoulder to see my girlfriend Shannon with not only a cheeky grin on her face but also with her eyes looking at my mostly exposed bottom.
“Wakey wakey.”
Here eyes moved their gaze towards my face as she teasingly said those words, her hand still lightly swatting away at my bottom as she giggled after saying those two words.
“Well I’m awake-ow!”
I couldn’t even finish my line as a hard smack crashed straight down upon the centre of my butt. Damn that whack stung…and now Shannon is giggling at me as I instantly rolled over and sat up with a, possibly childish, pout on my face.
“Maybe I should do that every time you try to sleep on the sofa…especially if your butt looks so inviting.”
“So you’re suggesting domestic discipline?”
“I don’t think it’ll be classed as discipline if both sides enjoy it.”
Wait, what? Is Shannon suggesting that I like being spanked? Of course I don’t ‘enjoy’ it since it does sting…but I do ‘enjoy’ the feeling of her skin against mine. Man I’m so confused! I can feel my face heating up and my girlfriend seem to enjoy the sight of my blush since she is giggling at this. Damn I need to steer this conversation towards a different direction…fortunately I managed to find one when I noticed the brace wrapped around Shannon’s knee as she sat down next to me.
“Is your knee healing up?”
“Well I’ve managed to sneak up on you so I can walk again…it bloody hurts though.”
“Maybe I should go and get some revenge on the person who caused this…”
“There is no need to get revenge, Megan.”
I guess I can’t help but sound vindictive with me words…since I can be quite protective of my baby girl. However the worried tone in the redhead’s voice drifted my mind away from Na-Na Jackson. After saying her words she slowly moved her right hand and gently grabbed hold of my left one as her face edged close to my own.
“Since all I need to recover is your love and company.”
Moments after those words were said Shannon pressed her lips against mine into a kiss. Sure her kiss was a little demanding but I definitely didn’t mind this as I delightfully returned the kiss to her lips. If there is a Kiss of the Year award then I would so nominate this one as, after an uncertain amount of time, our lips departed from each other. Moments after our lips departed from each other my beautiful read sat down upon my lap, grabbed the remote and switched on the television to watch the Smurfs…man, my girlfriend’s inner child makes her even more adorable.
act 2
“So, with tears in her eyes, Robina Hood slain the majority of her personal demons as she raised her newly won North American Championship in victory while her greatest nemesis, The Guv’nor, applauded her…the end.”
With the final two words a rather large looking book was closed and placed down upon a desk. The camera only gave the book cover a momentary glance, revealing that the book’s title is ‘Meltdown,’ before zooming out as well as turning around to find itself in a library of some kind. All the book shelves look completely massive and the passageway between these shelves appear to only lead to more shelves…as if this library is none other than a labyrinth of books. After a good twenty seconds of looking all over the scene the camera spun around to spot the lone desk with the book on it. It was there that the device found the person that was said those previous words. Who is this person? None other than one of Overdrive’s newest acquisitions…the ‘Perfect Megastar’ Robina Hood.
“So that was the end of my career on Meltdown but when one story ends, another one begins…”
While saying her words the purple haired dynamo pulled out a second book from under the desk. It was while she was doing this that the camera spotted that, unlike all the other times it has spotted her, the nineteen year old is wearing a librarian’s uniform. Sure some of the buttons weren’t done up so the camera could be gifted to the sight of her cleavage but Robina is wearing the complete uniform, as well as with a pair of glasses…the only thing that doesn’t fit the picture is the North American Championship that is wrapped around her waist. Even though the belt’s future is uncertain the young Brit is clearly proud about finally winning it, otherwise she would have left it at home instead of wearing it here. The moment the book touched the desk the camera spotted the word ‘Overdrive’ on it before Miss Hood opened it up.
“And what a way for my Overdrive career to begin. At a show that is frequently dominated by either Level-One or his band of lackeys, called the Syndicate, I end up debuting at the very main event as a member of the Overdrive Championship Scramble. Win one Title nine days ago and now, tomorrow night, I get to win another Championship belt in unarguably the most unpredictable match ever imagined. Seriously if I’ve got my calculations correct then the current Champion, Evan Envi, has only a fourteen percent chance of successfully defending the belt…not that I need any numbers, odds or even the proclamation of being the wildcard to walk out of my Overdrive debut as the new Overdrive Champion. I mean look at who I have to defeat…two Muppets, a slaphead, two street hookers that I’ve beaten before and a berk that wants to do a Ferguson and end his APW career as a Champion. If Alexander ever made this opportunity any easier then I might have well just ask for the belt on a silver platter.”
The purple haired librarian giggled sweetly after, rather condescendingly, finishing off her cockily said words. It was only moments after finishing her giggle that the forest-dweller gave out an extremely confident smirk.
“Yes, you heard me correctly, I deem this Scramble match as a rather easy way for me to dethrone the pitiful Evan Envi. Oh isn’t Envi the brother of Sienna? Congratulations dumb-shit you’ve stated the motherfucking obvious yet, if anything, Evan looks like an easy stepping stone to go across. Sure the guy has defeated the likes of Michael Jennings while being not only the most dominant Overdrive Champion but also the inaugural North American Champion…but here’s a newsflash for you Evan. I’m not like the moron you beat for that Championship and, unlike Michael Jennings, I know what it takes to win a Championship belt. You, on the other hand, already has experience at losing your Championship to a woman…don’t remember? Then doesn’t the first name Carmen ring any bells dear Envi?
Well it should since in Tennessee, the home of the most abominable form of music, history is going to repeat itself as another Title reign of yours is brought to an end by a female megastar. And unlike then you won’t be losing to somebody they’ll probably die first in the next horror movie…but instead you’ll be losing to me, the Highlight of the Night. What’s wrong Evan? You’re desiring the possibility of leaving the company as the Overdrive Champion? Heh, you’re stupidity is kind of cute since everyone with an IQ higher than three knows that Scene Six, A New Beginning, and my Overdrive debut ends in one thing…me as not only the new Overdrive Champion but possibly as the new Lady Overdrive. Robina Hood, Lady Overdrive…now that has a ring to it, doesn’t it Evan? Oh how foolish of me, I almost made it look like I care about your opinion…I actually don’t care about what you think Evan since, tomorrow night, I’m going to become Lady Overdrive and there is nothing that you can do to stop me.”
The glasses wearing female sounded extremely confident in the way she said her words, the fact that her body is leaning back quite relaxingly in the chair further shows how confident the young woman is about possibly putting an end to the reign of one Evan Envi. The moment the deranged archer called herself the ‘new Lady Overdrive’ she leaned forwards and focused her eyes more on the camera lens. Confidence was building up even more with each word that departed from her lips to a point where, by the time she claimed that Evan can’t do anything to stop her, it became a little hard to recognise her from who she is when outside the ring.
“Another person that can’t do anything to stop me is the very person I sent to Overdrive in an ambulance…of course I’m talking about none other than Amy Zing, also known as possibly the only person in this company that is smaller than me. Oh yeah, that reminds me, how did it feel to leave the arena in an ambulance Amy? I’ve been wanting to ask you that question since back in Chile but I could never find you. Heh, I guess you might not want to answer such a question Amy, since everyone expected you to beat me yet instead I knocked you unconscious. Hell you’re more likely to suffer another concussion by my hands than actually stop me getting my second Championship in the same number of weeks. You doubt it? Well, Miss Hong Kong Sensation, what have you done this year? I have watched a lot of tapes and after seeing all your performances this year I can literally sum your year so far as one word with four syllables…irrelevant.
I meanwhile have featured at every pay-per-view this year, even came so close to being a finalist at this year’s Test for the Best as well as currently holding a Championship that you’ve failed to get on numerous occasions. So if anything, while your twenty-thirteen as been mediocre at best, I’m possibly a rookie of the year nominee since I’ve been the most relevant female competitor of the pass seven months. So becoming the next Overdrive Champion is kind of like destiny for me while being a nobody selling drugs on the streets of Beijing by the end of the year seems to be like destiny for worthless piece of trailer trash like you. Don’t like what I said? Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it…I pinned you once and I can pin you again without breaking a sweat.”
It was only after finishing her words that Robina finally stood up from her desk as her hands moved to pick up the book. Once the book was picked up the young woman seem to have began to read it again while beginning to walk down one of the pass ways. The cameraman instantly began to follow the purple haired megastar, believing that she’ll take him out of the library, as she began to speak up again.
“Taking about people who is not only irrelevant but is also somebody that I can handle without breaking a sweat is my first rival…Niobe Martin. It’s quite funny what happened to us once our little chapter ended, isn’t it? I went on to become the youngest, and possibly last, North American Champion as well as almost defeating a bitch called Aubrey while you began………Tommy Knoxville’s latest booty call. You think I sound rather disappointed? Can you honestly blame me? To beat me in my kind of match yet instead of moving on with momentum you willing degraded yourself to nothing more than a stepladder that Knoxville could use to selfishly further his own career. Don’t believe me? Then how come you two failed to beat the Natural Born Killers and how come the last time you’ve beaten Jace Savage was because of me, not Tommy?
The answer is very clear Miss Martin, so bloody clear that you’re probably the blindest bat in the world for not realising it. Tommy is using you as a stepping stone to stardom…I mean he got drafted off to Overdrive only three odd weeks after teaming up with you and he a couple of weeks ago he wanted to become the Overdrive Champion. Perhaps that’s why you’re delighted about being in this match then…because you want to win the Championship, put it in your mouth and crawl over to him like some godforsaken bitch. But then again…isn’t Los Angeles known for bringing mentally constipated hookers into this world? Well newsflash Niobe, neither you or your disappointment of a man will ever have the Overdrive Championship. Why is that? The reason is a simple line I made in my very first APW promo…you were born a nobody, you peaked as a nobody and you’re going to die a nobody.”
The final few word were spoken rather heartlessly as at the very moment she finished saying them Miss Hood slammed the book shut and immediately spun around the face the cameraman. Obviously this gave the male quite a shock moments before realising that, while the book is in her left hand, a red rose is in her right hand.
“Talking about nobodies…I bet half of you are wondering who the slaphead is. Well he probably has some hair by now but the last time I’ve ever bothered to watch him on television he had less hair than a snail. Well, anyway, that guy is none other than one Joseph Johnson and the only reason why I’ve ever bothered to watch him once was because of what my trainer told me when I ask him about talented people. When mentioning this Joseph Johnson chap Chris told me, and I quote, ‘it’s best if you avoid him unless you fancy having your arse kicked in the most embarrassing of manners.’ First I thought Joseph, this Excellence of Perfection, is some kind of god but after watching just one piece of footage the only thing that goes through my mind is this…really? Out of all the people in wrestling, from the Kameron Copelands to the Level-Ones my trainer ranked this guy as a brilliant threat…what was he drinking? Weed killer?
Sure he was once known as a man of a thousand and four moves but, frankly, I bet a good five hundred of them were simply different ways to set up a simple armlock. And sure he was trained by two brilliant wrestlers, one of them being an Olympic Champion as well, but the other chap is a murderous fucktard that deserves to burn in hell for killing his own little boy with a pillow. Perhaps that’s going too far since you are a talented guy Joseph but talent can only get you so far and it won’t be far enough to win this Scramble. Why? Because war is won by the smartest tacticians and I am more than smart enough to beat you, Joseph Johnson, as well as the five others to become the new Champion.”
The moment she finished her confidently said words Miss Hood purposely dropped the rose and the moment it touched the floor a blinding light came out of nowhere to blind the camera, as well as the cameraman. Once the device regained its focus the camera discovered that it is no longer in the library…but instead in the middle of a Roman Colosseum as standing there, on the centre of the stage, is Robina Hood.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged since it makes sense for my first Overdrive promo to feature my special stage…but with a stupid chump calling himself Mad Mumf in this match, I don’t think this promo is worth my special arena. Seriously, what kind of idiot calls himself Mad Mumf? It isn’t madness, it’s pure stupidity…so stupid in fact that I swear you need to go to either an asylum or back to nursery. Actually let me take back those last four words since you’ll probably be feeling up a young kid called Billy John when the teacher isn’t looking. How the hell did you ever get a contract here, let alone a shot at the Overdrive Championship, when you sound and look like the Madeline McCan of the Husain family? Such a thing feels like a terrible insult, especially to me since I’m suppose to use my master puppeteer skills in using your worthless puppet to create a master class performance.
But a master class performance is what I’ll definitely give for not only those idiots of Tennessee but also to Alexander Duvhall for granting me a phenomenal platform for my debut. Sure you’ll probably be one of those famous names that can’t do anything else except for one role, like Jean Claude Van Damme for example, but if I can make something passable with Jace Savage then I can definitely make something decent with your hideous, useless and pathetic ass. Am I being too harsh? I doubt it since, like it or not Mad Mumf, you’re nothing more than red jacket wearing guy in Star Trek. Why? Because once I beat you in the main event you’ll be grovelling home in pure embarrassment where you’ll probably spend the rest of your career before Jeff finally realise how far up his own ass his head was when he signed you in the first place.”
While she spoke all of her words the camera absorbed the fact that the nineteen year old female is no longer in her uniform but instead wearing her red military styled dress. Moments after finishing her words the forest girl seductively bent over, picked the rose back up and sniffed it before an almost angelic smile appeared on her face.
“Perhaps I am being a tiny bit too mean…but then again I’m supposedly the antagonist so I’m suppose to make people hate me, doesn’t mean I have to lie to get a response though. While all I’ve said sounds cruel, the majority of it is the truth while the rest of it is simple opinion like how in my opinion, on the name along, Wyatt Crash is going to crash, burn and fall out of importance so fast that nobody will remember his name. You don’t like that Wyatt? Well what are you going to do about it, huh? Take me to the woodshed or something? Pah, you’re so feebly weak that I will happily bet my week’s wages that my breakfast tomorrow morning will be more competition than you will ever be to me. What was that? Why ain’t making you sound great? Because, like I said few months ago, I am sick and tired of making people sound stronger than what they really are and what you really are, Wyatt Crash, is a puff.
I don’t respect you, I don’t know you and I don’t like you…but don’t take any personal offence Wyatt; I practically hate everybody that is in this match. Hell, I automatically hate everybody I see until I get to genuinely know them and you, laddie, are more likely to find life on Saturn than to ever get to know me since I am going to kiss your ass so hard that you won’t be able to take a shit for weeks. Why am I speaking so nastily and cruelly? Because that is who I am. I am the Highlight of the Night…the Perfect Megastar…the New Lady Overdrive…I am Robina Hood and, tomorrow night, I’m going to be the new Overdrive Champion.”
From relaxingly confident to arrogantly confident and then to plain vicious…that is how to describe the change of Robina’s tone throughout her entire promo as she began more and more aggressive with each word that escaped her lips. Yet once she finished her words Hood’s aggressive manner vanished completely and a cheerful smile appeared on her face as she sniffed the rose a final time before dropping it. The moment it hit the floor a bright light blinded the camera yet again. Once the camera regained its focus the camera it realised that it was back in the library while Robina Hood is nowhere to be seen…thus leaving the cameraman alone in this labyrinth of books.
With the final two words a rather large looking book was closed and placed down upon a desk. The camera only gave the book cover a momentary glance, revealing that the book’s title is ‘Meltdown,’ before zooming out as well as turning around to find itself in a library of some kind. All the book shelves look completely massive and the passageway between these shelves appear to only lead to more shelves…as if this library is none other than a labyrinth of books. After a good twenty seconds of looking all over the scene the camera spun around to spot the lone desk with the book on it. It was there that the device found the person that was said those previous words. Who is this person? None other than one of Overdrive’s newest acquisitions…the ‘Perfect Megastar’ Robina Hood.
“So that was the end of my career on Meltdown but when one story ends, another one begins…”
While saying her words the purple haired dynamo pulled out a second book from under the desk. It was while she was doing this that the camera spotted that, unlike all the other times it has spotted her, the nineteen year old is wearing a librarian’s uniform. Sure some of the buttons weren’t done up so the camera could be gifted to the sight of her cleavage but Robina is wearing the complete uniform, as well as with a pair of glasses…the only thing that doesn’t fit the picture is the North American Championship that is wrapped around her waist. Even though the belt’s future is uncertain the young Brit is clearly proud about finally winning it, otherwise she would have left it at home instead of wearing it here. The moment the book touched the desk the camera spotted the word ‘Overdrive’ on it before Miss Hood opened it up.
“And what a way for my Overdrive career to begin. At a show that is frequently dominated by either Level-One or his band of lackeys, called the Syndicate, I end up debuting at the very main event as a member of the Overdrive Championship Scramble. Win one Title nine days ago and now, tomorrow night, I get to win another Championship belt in unarguably the most unpredictable match ever imagined. Seriously if I’ve got my calculations correct then the current Champion, Evan Envi, has only a fourteen percent chance of successfully defending the belt…not that I need any numbers, odds or even the proclamation of being the wildcard to walk out of my Overdrive debut as the new Overdrive Champion. I mean look at who I have to defeat…two Muppets, a slaphead, two street hookers that I’ve beaten before and a berk that wants to do a Ferguson and end his APW career as a Champion. If Alexander ever made this opportunity any easier then I might have well just ask for the belt on a silver platter.”
The purple haired librarian giggled sweetly after, rather condescendingly, finishing off her cockily said words. It was only moments after finishing her giggle that the forest-dweller gave out an extremely confident smirk.
“Yes, you heard me correctly, I deem this Scramble match as a rather easy way for me to dethrone the pitiful Evan Envi. Oh isn’t Envi the brother of Sienna? Congratulations dumb-shit you’ve stated the motherfucking obvious yet, if anything, Evan looks like an easy stepping stone to go across. Sure the guy has defeated the likes of Michael Jennings while being not only the most dominant Overdrive Champion but also the inaugural North American Champion…but here’s a newsflash for you Evan. I’m not like the moron you beat for that Championship and, unlike Michael Jennings, I know what it takes to win a Championship belt. You, on the other hand, already has experience at losing your Championship to a woman…don’t remember? Then doesn’t the first name Carmen ring any bells dear Envi?
Well it should since in Tennessee, the home of the most abominable form of music, history is going to repeat itself as another Title reign of yours is brought to an end by a female megastar. And unlike then you won’t be losing to somebody they’ll probably die first in the next horror movie…but instead you’ll be losing to me, the Highlight of the Night. What’s wrong Evan? You’re desiring the possibility of leaving the company as the Overdrive Champion? Heh, you’re stupidity is kind of cute since everyone with an IQ higher than three knows that Scene Six, A New Beginning, and my Overdrive debut ends in one thing…me as not only the new Overdrive Champion but possibly as the new Lady Overdrive. Robina Hood, Lady Overdrive…now that has a ring to it, doesn’t it Evan? Oh how foolish of me, I almost made it look like I care about your opinion…I actually don’t care about what you think Evan since, tomorrow night, I’m going to become Lady Overdrive and there is nothing that you can do to stop me.”
The glasses wearing female sounded extremely confident in the way she said her words, the fact that her body is leaning back quite relaxingly in the chair further shows how confident the young woman is about possibly putting an end to the reign of one Evan Envi. The moment the deranged archer called herself the ‘new Lady Overdrive’ she leaned forwards and focused her eyes more on the camera lens. Confidence was building up even more with each word that departed from her lips to a point where, by the time she claimed that Evan can’t do anything to stop her, it became a little hard to recognise her from who she is when outside the ring.
“Another person that can’t do anything to stop me is the very person I sent to Overdrive in an ambulance…of course I’m talking about none other than Amy Zing, also known as possibly the only person in this company that is smaller than me. Oh yeah, that reminds me, how did it feel to leave the arena in an ambulance Amy? I’ve been wanting to ask you that question since back in Chile but I could never find you. Heh, I guess you might not want to answer such a question Amy, since everyone expected you to beat me yet instead I knocked you unconscious. Hell you’re more likely to suffer another concussion by my hands than actually stop me getting my second Championship in the same number of weeks. You doubt it? Well, Miss Hong Kong Sensation, what have you done this year? I have watched a lot of tapes and after seeing all your performances this year I can literally sum your year so far as one word with four syllables…irrelevant.
I meanwhile have featured at every pay-per-view this year, even came so close to being a finalist at this year’s Test for the Best as well as currently holding a Championship that you’ve failed to get on numerous occasions. So if anything, while your twenty-thirteen as been mediocre at best, I’m possibly a rookie of the year nominee since I’ve been the most relevant female competitor of the pass seven months. So becoming the next Overdrive Champion is kind of like destiny for me while being a nobody selling drugs on the streets of Beijing by the end of the year seems to be like destiny for worthless piece of trailer trash like you. Don’t like what I said? Cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it…I pinned you once and I can pin you again without breaking a sweat.”
It was only after finishing her words that Robina finally stood up from her desk as her hands moved to pick up the book. Once the book was picked up the young woman seem to have began to read it again while beginning to walk down one of the pass ways. The cameraman instantly began to follow the purple haired megastar, believing that she’ll take him out of the library, as she began to speak up again.
“Taking about people who is not only irrelevant but is also somebody that I can handle without breaking a sweat is my first rival…Niobe Martin. It’s quite funny what happened to us once our little chapter ended, isn’t it? I went on to become the youngest, and possibly last, North American Champion as well as almost defeating a bitch called Aubrey while you began………Tommy Knoxville’s latest booty call. You think I sound rather disappointed? Can you honestly blame me? To beat me in my kind of match yet instead of moving on with momentum you willing degraded yourself to nothing more than a stepladder that Knoxville could use to selfishly further his own career. Don’t believe me? Then how come you two failed to beat the Natural Born Killers and how come the last time you’ve beaten Jace Savage was because of me, not Tommy?
The answer is very clear Miss Martin, so bloody clear that you’re probably the blindest bat in the world for not realising it. Tommy is using you as a stepping stone to stardom…I mean he got drafted off to Overdrive only three odd weeks after teaming up with you and he a couple of weeks ago he wanted to become the Overdrive Champion. Perhaps that’s why you’re delighted about being in this match then…because you want to win the Championship, put it in your mouth and crawl over to him like some godforsaken bitch. But then again…isn’t Los Angeles known for bringing mentally constipated hookers into this world? Well newsflash Niobe, neither you or your disappointment of a man will ever have the Overdrive Championship. Why is that? The reason is a simple line I made in my very first APW promo…you were born a nobody, you peaked as a nobody and you’re going to die a nobody.”
The final few word were spoken rather heartlessly as at the very moment she finished saying them Miss Hood slammed the book shut and immediately spun around the face the cameraman. Obviously this gave the male quite a shock moments before realising that, while the book is in her left hand, a red rose is in her right hand.
“Talking about nobodies…I bet half of you are wondering who the slaphead is. Well he probably has some hair by now but the last time I’ve ever bothered to watch him on television he had less hair than a snail. Well, anyway, that guy is none other than one Joseph Johnson and the only reason why I’ve ever bothered to watch him once was because of what my trainer told me when I ask him about talented people. When mentioning this Joseph Johnson chap Chris told me, and I quote, ‘it’s best if you avoid him unless you fancy having your arse kicked in the most embarrassing of manners.’ First I thought Joseph, this Excellence of Perfection, is some kind of god but after watching just one piece of footage the only thing that goes through my mind is this…really? Out of all the people in wrestling, from the Kameron Copelands to the Level-Ones my trainer ranked this guy as a brilliant threat…what was he drinking? Weed killer?
Sure he was once known as a man of a thousand and four moves but, frankly, I bet a good five hundred of them were simply different ways to set up a simple armlock. And sure he was trained by two brilliant wrestlers, one of them being an Olympic Champion as well, but the other chap is a murderous fucktard that deserves to burn in hell for killing his own little boy with a pillow. Perhaps that’s going too far since you are a talented guy Joseph but talent can only get you so far and it won’t be far enough to win this Scramble. Why? Because war is won by the smartest tacticians and I am more than smart enough to beat you, Joseph Johnson, as well as the five others to become the new Champion.”
The moment she finished her confidently said words Miss Hood purposely dropped the rose and the moment it touched the floor a blinding light came out of nowhere to blind the camera, as well as the cameraman. Once the device regained its focus the camera discovered that it is no longer in the library…but instead in the middle of a Roman Colosseum as standing there, on the centre of the stage, is Robina Hood.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged since it makes sense for my first Overdrive promo to feature my special stage…but with a stupid chump calling himself Mad Mumf in this match, I don’t think this promo is worth my special arena. Seriously, what kind of idiot calls himself Mad Mumf? It isn’t madness, it’s pure stupidity…so stupid in fact that I swear you need to go to either an asylum or back to nursery. Actually let me take back those last four words since you’ll probably be feeling up a young kid called Billy John when the teacher isn’t looking. How the hell did you ever get a contract here, let alone a shot at the Overdrive Championship, when you sound and look like the Madeline McCan of the Husain family? Such a thing feels like a terrible insult, especially to me since I’m suppose to use my master puppeteer skills in using your worthless puppet to create a master class performance.
But a master class performance is what I’ll definitely give for not only those idiots of Tennessee but also to Alexander Duvhall for granting me a phenomenal platform for my debut. Sure you’ll probably be one of those famous names that can’t do anything else except for one role, like Jean Claude Van Damme for example, but if I can make something passable with Jace Savage then I can definitely make something decent with your hideous, useless and pathetic ass. Am I being too harsh? I doubt it since, like it or not Mad Mumf, you’re nothing more than red jacket wearing guy in Star Trek. Why? Because once I beat you in the main event you’ll be grovelling home in pure embarrassment where you’ll probably spend the rest of your career before Jeff finally realise how far up his own ass his head was when he signed you in the first place.”
While she spoke all of her words the camera absorbed the fact that the nineteen year old female is no longer in her uniform but instead wearing her red military styled dress. Moments after finishing her words the forest girl seductively bent over, picked the rose back up and sniffed it before an almost angelic smile appeared on her face.
“Perhaps I am being a tiny bit too mean…but then again I’m supposedly the antagonist so I’m suppose to make people hate me, doesn’t mean I have to lie to get a response though. While all I’ve said sounds cruel, the majority of it is the truth while the rest of it is simple opinion like how in my opinion, on the name along, Wyatt Crash is going to crash, burn and fall out of importance so fast that nobody will remember his name. You don’t like that Wyatt? Well what are you going to do about it, huh? Take me to the woodshed or something? Pah, you’re so feebly weak that I will happily bet my week’s wages that my breakfast tomorrow morning will be more competition than you will ever be to me. What was that? Why ain’t making you sound great? Because, like I said few months ago, I am sick and tired of making people sound stronger than what they really are and what you really are, Wyatt Crash, is a puff.
I don’t respect you, I don’t know you and I don’t like you…but don’t take any personal offence Wyatt; I practically hate everybody that is in this match. Hell, I automatically hate everybody I see until I get to genuinely know them and you, laddie, are more likely to find life on Saturn than to ever get to know me since I am going to kiss your ass so hard that you won’t be able to take a shit for weeks. Why am I speaking so nastily and cruelly? Because that is who I am. I am the Highlight of the Night…the Perfect Megastar…the New Lady Overdrive…I am Robina Hood and, tomorrow night, I’m going to be the new Overdrive Champion.”
From relaxingly confident to arrogantly confident and then to plain vicious…that is how to describe the change of Robina’s tone throughout her entire promo as she began more and more aggressive with each word that escaped her lips. Yet once she finished her words Hood’s aggressive manner vanished completely and a cheerful smile appeared on her face as she sniffed the rose a final time before dropping it. The moment it hit the floor a bright light blinded the camera yet again. Once the camera regained its focus the camera it realised that it was back in the library while Robina Hood is nowhere to be seen…thus leaving the cameraman alone in this labyrinth of books.
