Post by B.A. Styles on Jul 31, 2013 17:11:22 GMT -4
My fucking computer deleted some of my RP and due to my lack of time remaining I had to rush the ending (as well as trash talking Amy) very much. >_< Hopefully this is still good enough though.
act 1
act 2
act 1
My Overdrive debut and I lost…yet I feel quite mixed about the entire occasion. Sure I wanted to start my Overdrive career with a soaring victory but this July has probably been the greatest month of my entire wrestling career. First I finally defeat The Guv’nor…then I made it to the semi finals of Test For The Best…after that I managed to finally win the North American Championship from Guv’nor on the final episode of Meltdown…and then, to cap it all off, I made my Overdrive debut in the main event by not only scoring possibly the most falls in the Overdrive but also taking on forty seconds to pin Evan Envi…something that people like Tommy Knoxville and Michael Jennings couldn’t do. But judging by the North American Championship that is on my shoulder, at this very moment, I should start getting use to doing things that those two nitwits can’t do.
I thought it’d be great to carry my belt out there to the Scramble so it would make sense to carry it back to my own locker room. I’m not happy about losing, nobody truly is, but at the same time I probably had one of the Julys out of everybody on Overdrive. So I easily made my way from the black curtains all the way to my private locker room, easily ignoring the people who might or might not want to say ‘hi’ to me. Once I made it back into my room I carefully placed the Championship belt down onto one of the benches before easily stripping myself naked and entering the showers. Shannon might wish that I was quick with my shower but I rather enjoy taking my time since the water cools me down and I get to be detailed with washing myself. Once I finished my shower I switched off the nozzle, wrapped myself in a big, fluffy, black trowel and dried myself off, being just as detailed with drying myself as I was when having a shower. After I finally finished drying myself I simply threw the trowel to the side before leaving the shower room, thus re-entering my own locker room.
The first thing I did was head to my bag and the moment I opened it I looked inside to find my second set of clothes. A purple bra and matching panties were very easy as immediately afterwards I slipped on a black miniskirt, that I pulled out from the bag moments after the undergarments, before pulling out a ‘That Damn Neighbour’ top. The moment after I put that on, I pulled out a case and walked off into the shower room again before going to nearby sink. I always hate this process but it needs to be done…I will admit that the word ‘owie’ might have escaped my lips a couple of times as, after a decent while, I managed to get out contacts out and placed them in the sink before barely finding my case. I sighed in relieve as I opened the case and pulled out a pair of glasses before…ow! Poked myself in the fucking eye! There we go, finally got my glasses on. Yes my natural vision is dreadful, possibly the worst in APW history, to a point that I can’t go anywhere without either my glasses or my contact lens. I let the tap squirt out water to wash the used contacts away before returning to my locker room.
Once there I packed my ring gear into my bag and wrapped the North American Championship around my waist before zipping up the bag and leaving the room with it over my shoulder. Sure some people might think I’m trying to show-off my belt but in the end it’s easier to wear the damn thing than just carry it around the place. The moment I stepped out from my room and closed the door behind me I pulled a cigarette out from the bag and placed it in my mouth before lighting it, using a lighter that I also pulled out from my bag. With the lit cigarette in my mouth I relaxingly strolled over to the freshly set up match card and sighed a little bit at the match I’ve been booked in. yet the moment I turned around some scrawny guy, possibly part of the backstage crew, shows up with an annoyed look on his face.
“Smoking is not allowed in this building,” he declared with a voice that really gives me the urge to hit him but instead I inhaled, took the cigarette out from my mouth and exhaled the smoke directly in his eyes before beginning to speak.
“And? What are you going to do about it?” Okay I might have sounded mean but his body language, and tone of voice, weren’t nice either. Sure it might be illegal to smoke in this building, as well as it could possibly be illegal for me to smoke in the first place since I’m classed as underage. But that doesn’t bother me; APW can pay the fines since I was planning to leave the arena, once I knew about my match. So I took a final glance at the match card before turning around and slowly beginning my departure from the arena, easily ignoring that git that is now coughing at my smoke. But I wonder…will I be able to win in my second Overdrive match? Sure I’ve beaten Niobe, Amy and Jace before but I don’t know who Brian Hollywood is and I personally don’t want to co-exist with Anthony Washington, since he’s the bastard that embarrassed me back in January time. But whatever…I’ve beaten worse odds so I’ll just steal the show again and win this match, even if I have to do it single-handedly.
I thought it’d be great to carry my belt out there to the Scramble so it would make sense to carry it back to my own locker room. I’m not happy about losing, nobody truly is, but at the same time I probably had one of the Julys out of everybody on Overdrive. So I easily made my way from the black curtains all the way to my private locker room, easily ignoring the people who might or might not want to say ‘hi’ to me. Once I made it back into my room I carefully placed the Championship belt down onto one of the benches before easily stripping myself naked and entering the showers. Shannon might wish that I was quick with my shower but I rather enjoy taking my time since the water cools me down and I get to be detailed with washing myself. Once I finished my shower I switched off the nozzle, wrapped myself in a big, fluffy, black trowel and dried myself off, being just as detailed with drying myself as I was when having a shower. After I finally finished drying myself I simply threw the trowel to the side before leaving the shower room, thus re-entering my own locker room.
The first thing I did was head to my bag and the moment I opened it I looked inside to find my second set of clothes. A purple bra and matching panties were very easy as immediately afterwards I slipped on a black miniskirt, that I pulled out from the bag moments after the undergarments, before pulling out a ‘That Damn Neighbour’ top. The moment after I put that on, I pulled out a case and walked off into the shower room again before going to nearby sink. I always hate this process but it needs to be done…I will admit that the word ‘owie’ might have escaped my lips a couple of times as, after a decent while, I managed to get out contacts out and placed them in the sink before barely finding my case. I sighed in relieve as I opened the case and pulled out a pair of glasses before…ow! Poked myself in the fucking eye! There we go, finally got my glasses on. Yes my natural vision is dreadful, possibly the worst in APW history, to a point that I can’t go anywhere without either my glasses or my contact lens. I let the tap squirt out water to wash the used contacts away before returning to my locker room.
Once there I packed my ring gear into my bag and wrapped the North American Championship around my waist before zipping up the bag and leaving the room with it over my shoulder. Sure some people might think I’m trying to show-off my belt but in the end it’s easier to wear the damn thing than just carry it around the place. The moment I stepped out from my room and closed the door behind me I pulled a cigarette out from the bag and placed it in my mouth before lighting it, using a lighter that I also pulled out from my bag. With the lit cigarette in my mouth I relaxingly strolled over to the freshly set up match card and sighed a little bit at the match I’ve been booked in. yet the moment I turned around some scrawny guy, possibly part of the backstage crew, shows up with an annoyed look on his face.
“Smoking is not allowed in this building,” he declared with a voice that really gives me the urge to hit him but instead I inhaled, took the cigarette out from my mouth and exhaled the smoke directly in his eyes before beginning to speak.
“And? What are you going to do about it?” Okay I might have sounded mean but his body language, and tone of voice, weren’t nice either. Sure it might be illegal to smoke in this building, as well as it could possibly be illegal for me to smoke in the first place since I’m classed as underage. But that doesn’t bother me; APW can pay the fines since I was planning to leave the arena, once I knew about my match. So I took a final glance at the match card before turning around and slowly beginning my departure from the arena, easily ignoring that git that is now coughing at my smoke. But I wonder…will I be able to win in my second Overdrive match? Sure I’ve beaten Niobe, Amy and Jace before but I don’t know who Brian Hollywood is and I personally don’t want to co-exist with Anthony Washington, since he’s the bastard that embarrassed me back in January time. But whatever…I’ve beaten worse odds so I’ll just steal the show again and win this match, even if I have to do it single-handedly.
act 2
“Is the term ‘fallen on my face’ work or not?”
As those words were spoken the camera begins to record the scene in front of it…the location this time? An empty classroom inside some school of Richmond Virginia and standing in front of the desk is the purple haired dynamo known as Robina Hood. The back of her hair as been formed into a small kind of bun while she is wearing a formal looking blouse with an equally formal skirt…she looks like a teacher of some kind. Okay she looks more like a schoolboy’s fantasy of a teacher since the blouse is so tight that Miss Hood can’t fasten all the button, thus revealing a lot of cleavage in the process, while the skirt is actually a very short miniskirt…but at least the glasses help promote the schoolteacher look. After asking her question the mentally unstable individual shot a tiny grin towards the cameraman.
“Let me explain myself…last week I called the Overdrive Championship Scramble, and I quote, ‘easy way for me to dethrone the pitiful Evan Envi.’ Well unlike the clowns on Overdrive I’m willing to admit my mistakes and I accidentally underestimated the luckiest of Evan…since it was more dumb luck than skill that he landed on Niobe and I didn’t. But since I failed to become the new Lady Overdrive, like I declared I would, Alexander wants to punish me by booking me in this worthless tag team match. Sure the idiots in the arena might find it to be cool to see how well people do when teaming up with people he or she doesn’t like but I’m the Highlight of the Night and I deserve better than this. I deserve better than teaming up with two losers against three other losers that I’ve beaten before.
Sure two of those three did alright in the Overdrive Championship Scramble and I don’t seek to co-exist with these wankers Duvall has booked me to team with…but either I have two partners or none, it doesn’t change the simplest of facts that I will be the one with my hands raised in victory while the like of Niobe Martin, Amy Zing and Jace Savage all wonder ‘how the hell did I think I would stand a chance against her?’ And, to tell the truth, you three and spend an eternity looking for a different answer but the real, true, answer is simply two separate words…you don’t. None of you never stand a chance of beating me tomorrow night and it isn’t because Jace and Niobe has a worst relationship than America and Mexico, neither is it because Amy Zing is a titch. The reason is just one word and I am going to give you all a lesson on this one word………reality.”
The cameraman was honestly surprised to hear the young woman admit when she is wrong, perhaps the purple haired dynamo has humbled down slightly since Sienna Harrison left APW? Either way the nineteen year old looked very irritated when mentioning how she deserves better than this ‘Strange Bedfellows’ match. Yet once she finished her confidently said words a sweet smile appeared on her face as Robina shifted back and gently sat down on the desk, the fact her legs weren’t crossed over made her ice blue panties visible to recording device, before picking up an apple and taking a more bit out of it.
“Like in a general education system, the first person that needs to learn their lesson is the rookie of your team…Jace Savage. Now what can I say about you Jace? I have never once lost to you while I pinned your ass not only when we first met but also at the Test for the Best tournament. So you should easily why Miss Hood here is more than confident about her chances against you Jace…hell, after all the talk you’ve given about starting a revolution, you finally get your hands on Tommy Knoxville last week and you lost. So basically, child, you are all talk but frankly you’re just talk and nothing else…because clearly you cannot walk the walk when it actually matters. So why do yourself a tremendous favour and actually learn to swallow before trying to bite the big dogs or else you’re just going to end up being a fucking cripple.
Oh what is that Jace? Do you believe in third time’s the charm? Are you serious? If so then what the fuck is wrong with your head? Or are you really as thick as motherfucking Reaver? Third time’s the charm is basically a fictional phrase that only works in fiction while this is reality and there is no third time’s the charm in reality because you’ve never once beaten me Jace. I pinned you the first time we’ve met, I pinned you again at Test for the Best and you’ve failed to get a fall on me, even once, in two separate Championship Scrambles. So, discounting the Scramble matches, I’ve beaten you twice in two matches and tomorrow night, in front of all the nimrods in Richmond, I’m going to get my third straight victory and after my win I’ll crouched down to your fallen body before whispering the following words into your ear…I told you so.”
Slightly humbled or not it didn’t stop the Emo Princess from sounding extremely confident as she spoke out her opinion of why Jace Savage will not be able to defeat her. After finishing her words the forest-dweller dropped the half eaten apple in the bin, that happens to be next to the desk, before sliding off the teacher’s desk and landing on her feet, purposely puffing out her chest while doing so. Once she got onto her feet Robina grabbed a black marker, which happened to be laying down at the far edge of the desk, walked over to the whiteboard and began to draw something on the board.
“But what is so funny about Jace and his hatred for Knoxville is that he is going to team up with the irrelevant half of Iron Nightmare, Niobe Martin. So how have you been former archenemy? Good? Or are you still brooding over me calling you Tommy’s bitch? Well it’s not my fault that you volunteered to go backwards with your own, worthless, career. But hey, if you’re randy for a beating then I’m more than willing to kick the shit out of you on Overdrive…but for now I should be talking about reality, right? Well here is some reality for you Niobe…you’ve managed to one-up me multiple times in my own game but that was then, this is now and unlike both you and Tommy I’m actually a Champion so, out of us, it is very clear that I’m the one who’ve improved very much while all you’ve been doing is laying down on your back in more ways than one.
You want to change that with a victory tomorrow night? Bring it on because, no matter how hard you try, it shall not be enough to resist the might of the irresistible force known as Robina-fucking-Hood. And unlike one Jenny Knite I won’t fall to the likes of you…I don’t give a shit about Evan but Jenny is clearly no wrestler and what you did is not only dishonourable but also distasteful. So prepare yourself for a beating that is so revolting, horrifying and inhuman that they’ll be black, blue and all the colours in-between throughout the next seven days. Sure schools no longer permits the teacher to hit their students, no matter how much they deserve to be struck down, but from this attire alone I’m quite a bad teacher so take this final piece of advice Niobe, for this will be the best piece of advice I’ve ever given anybody…run. Run like your life depends on it because if I get my hands on you, nobody will remember what you looked like before.”
Never once did the young megastar turn around to face the camera as she said her words, continuing to draw something on the whiteboard. While the camera couldn’t tell what Robina is drawing the device could see that, as she shimmies about to work on her drawing, Miss Hood’s skirt slowly creeps up her rear until a point where the camera could see two-thirds of her panty-clad booty in all of its possibly beauty. This shot clearly took more of the cameraman’s attention than how venomous the female archer sounds when saying about what she plans to do to Miss Martin. Once she finished off her words both of Miss Hood’s hands immediately flew down, grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down, covering up her bottom in the process. Perhaps Robina has finally noticed about her skirt? Either yes or no the female Brit quickly spun around with a faint blush on her face but with a pink rose popping out from her cleavage…okay that panty show wasn’t intentional but how did that flower get to where it is?
“Perhaps the rest of this lesson should take place somewhere else.”
From those words alone it was obvious that the question isn’t going to be answered as, shortly after saying them, the Iron Maiden used her right hand to gently pull the rose out from her cleavage and carefully sniffed it before smiling light as it fell out of her hand. Like predicted a blinding light shot out when the rose touched the floor and once the camera regained focused it noticed that it was back in Robina’s special Theatre of the Deranged. It didn’t take long for the camera to notice that sitting on the stage in the centre of the colosseum, with the pink rose between her cleavage again, is Robina Hood. Like all the times before Miss Hood is wearing her military-styled red dress with a semi-transparent front on the lower half of the dress, with the only major difference in her appearance is the North American Championship wrapped around her waist as a rather haughty grin appeared on her face.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and how special you are to have this place as your own personal classroom, Amy Zing. But there is no need to feel so embarrassed about such a thing…since you are a very special student. Why is that? Isn’t it obvious? Because you are an extremely talented student Amy, especially when inside the squared circle, but look at what you’ve done with all that talent…you lost, time and time again. My god how disappointing is that, not just for you but mainly how disappointing it is for me to have ever been defeated by such a failure. Fortunately I’ve managed to correct that embarrassing wrong back in Chile, by nearly taking your fucking head clean off. And perhaps you seek to use this Strange Bedfellows match as a way to become two-one again me but here’s some news for you sunshine: it ain’t happening…why is that? Reality.
The your deepest fantasies you imagine yourself finally scoring an official pinfall over me but the reality is that, while you’re incredibly fast and immensely talented…I am more ruthless than you, I am more vicious than you and I am more than smart enough to use my size and strength advantage to level you down. Hell a Magikarp is more likely to defeat a party of six Pikachus than you are to beat me. You don’t like that quote? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because reality is that, like your two partners, you are beneath me and not only do I intent on stamping down on you like a bug…but I also intent on using you, Niobe and Jace as nothing more than example to show that twat Alxander Duvall that I am better than this shit.”
Robina sounded cocky when speaking of Jace Savage and venomously purposeful when talking about Niobe Martin yet now Miss Hood sounded extremely determined and slightly annoyed when speaking of one Amy Zing. While saying her words the young Brit slowly slid off the stage, landed on her feet and slowly pulled out the rose. Once she finished her words the Emo Princess sniffed the rose again before grinning lightly as she lets go of the flower. The moment the rose hit’s the floor a blinding light shoots out, not only blinding the camera but also ending this promo in nothing but white.
As those words were spoken the camera begins to record the scene in front of it…the location this time? An empty classroom inside some school of Richmond Virginia and standing in front of the desk is the purple haired dynamo known as Robina Hood. The back of her hair as been formed into a small kind of bun while she is wearing a formal looking blouse with an equally formal skirt…she looks like a teacher of some kind. Okay she looks more like a schoolboy’s fantasy of a teacher since the blouse is so tight that Miss Hood can’t fasten all the button, thus revealing a lot of cleavage in the process, while the skirt is actually a very short miniskirt…but at least the glasses help promote the schoolteacher look. After asking her question the mentally unstable individual shot a tiny grin towards the cameraman.
“Let me explain myself…last week I called the Overdrive Championship Scramble, and I quote, ‘easy way for me to dethrone the pitiful Evan Envi.’ Well unlike the clowns on Overdrive I’m willing to admit my mistakes and I accidentally underestimated the luckiest of Evan…since it was more dumb luck than skill that he landed on Niobe and I didn’t. But since I failed to become the new Lady Overdrive, like I declared I would, Alexander wants to punish me by booking me in this worthless tag team match. Sure the idiots in the arena might find it to be cool to see how well people do when teaming up with people he or she doesn’t like but I’m the Highlight of the Night and I deserve better than this. I deserve better than teaming up with two losers against three other losers that I’ve beaten before.
Sure two of those three did alright in the Overdrive Championship Scramble and I don’t seek to co-exist with these wankers Duvall has booked me to team with…but either I have two partners or none, it doesn’t change the simplest of facts that I will be the one with my hands raised in victory while the like of Niobe Martin, Amy Zing and Jace Savage all wonder ‘how the hell did I think I would stand a chance against her?’ And, to tell the truth, you three and spend an eternity looking for a different answer but the real, true, answer is simply two separate words…you don’t. None of you never stand a chance of beating me tomorrow night and it isn’t because Jace and Niobe has a worst relationship than America and Mexico, neither is it because Amy Zing is a titch. The reason is just one word and I am going to give you all a lesson on this one word………reality.”
The cameraman was honestly surprised to hear the young woman admit when she is wrong, perhaps the purple haired dynamo has humbled down slightly since Sienna Harrison left APW? Either way the nineteen year old looked very irritated when mentioning how she deserves better than this ‘Strange Bedfellows’ match. Yet once she finished her confidently said words a sweet smile appeared on her face as Robina shifted back and gently sat down on the desk, the fact her legs weren’t crossed over made her ice blue panties visible to recording device, before picking up an apple and taking a more bit out of it.
“Like in a general education system, the first person that needs to learn their lesson is the rookie of your team…Jace Savage. Now what can I say about you Jace? I have never once lost to you while I pinned your ass not only when we first met but also at the Test for the Best tournament. So you should easily why Miss Hood here is more than confident about her chances against you Jace…hell, after all the talk you’ve given about starting a revolution, you finally get your hands on Tommy Knoxville last week and you lost. So basically, child, you are all talk but frankly you’re just talk and nothing else…because clearly you cannot walk the walk when it actually matters. So why do yourself a tremendous favour and actually learn to swallow before trying to bite the big dogs or else you’re just going to end up being a fucking cripple.
Oh what is that Jace? Do you believe in third time’s the charm? Are you serious? If so then what the fuck is wrong with your head? Or are you really as thick as motherfucking Reaver? Third time’s the charm is basically a fictional phrase that only works in fiction while this is reality and there is no third time’s the charm in reality because you’ve never once beaten me Jace. I pinned you the first time we’ve met, I pinned you again at Test for the Best and you’ve failed to get a fall on me, even once, in two separate Championship Scrambles. So, discounting the Scramble matches, I’ve beaten you twice in two matches and tomorrow night, in front of all the nimrods in Richmond, I’m going to get my third straight victory and after my win I’ll crouched down to your fallen body before whispering the following words into your ear…I told you so.”
Slightly humbled or not it didn’t stop the Emo Princess from sounding extremely confident as she spoke out her opinion of why Jace Savage will not be able to defeat her. After finishing her words the forest-dweller dropped the half eaten apple in the bin, that happens to be next to the desk, before sliding off the teacher’s desk and landing on her feet, purposely puffing out her chest while doing so. Once she got onto her feet Robina grabbed a black marker, which happened to be laying down at the far edge of the desk, walked over to the whiteboard and began to draw something on the board.
“But what is so funny about Jace and his hatred for Knoxville is that he is going to team up with the irrelevant half of Iron Nightmare, Niobe Martin. So how have you been former archenemy? Good? Or are you still brooding over me calling you Tommy’s bitch? Well it’s not my fault that you volunteered to go backwards with your own, worthless, career. But hey, if you’re randy for a beating then I’m more than willing to kick the shit out of you on Overdrive…but for now I should be talking about reality, right? Well here is some reality for you Niobe…you’ve managed to one-up me multiple times in my own game but that was then, this is now and unlike both you and Tommy I’m actually a Champion so, out of us, it is very clear that I’m the one who’ve improved very much while all you’ve been doing is laying down on your back in more ways than one.
You want to change that with a victory tomorrow night? Bring it on because, no matter how hard you try, it shall not be enough to resist the might of the irresistible force known as Robina-fucking-Hood. And unlike one Jenny Knite I won’t fall to the likes of you…I don’t give a shit about Evan but Jenny is clearly no wrestler and what you did is not only dishonourable but also distasteful. So prepare yourself for a beating that is so revolting, horrifying and inhuman that they’ll be black, blue and all the colours in-between throughout the next seven days. Sure schools no longer permits the teacher to hit their students, no matter how much they deserve to be struck down, but from this attire alone I’m quite a bad teacher so take this final piece of advice Niobe, for this will be the best piece of advice I’ve ever given anybody…run. Run like your life depends on it because if I get my hands on you, nobody will remember what you looked like before.”
Never once did the young megastar turn around to face the camera as she said her words, continuing to draw something on the whiteboard. While the camera couldn’t tell what Robina is drawing the device could see that, as she shimmies about to work on her drawing, Miss Hood’s skirt slowly creeps up her rear until a point where the camera could see two-thirds of her panty-clad booty in all of its possibly beauty. This shot clearly took more of the cameraman’s attention than how venomous the female archer sounds when saying about what she plans to do to Miss Martin. Once she finished off her words both of Miss Hood’s hands immediately flew down, grabbed the bottom of her skirt and pulled it down, covering up her bottom in the process. Perhaps Robina has finally noticed about her skirt? Either yes or no the female Brit quickly spun around with a faint blush on her face but with a pink rose popping out from her cleavage…okay that panty show wasn’t intentional but how did that flower get to where it is?
“Perhaps the rest of this lesson should take place somewhere else.”
From those words alone it was obvious that the question isn’t going to be answered as, shortly after saying them, the Iron Maiden used her right hand to gently pull the rose out from her cleavage and carefully sniffed it before smiling light as it fell out of her hand. Like predicted a blinding light shot out when the rose touched the floor and once the camera regained focused it noticed that it was back in Robina’s special Theatre of the Deranged. It didn’t take long for the camera to notice that sitting on the stage in the centre of the colosseum, with the pink rose between her cleavage again, is Robina Hood. Like all the times before Miss Hood is wearing her military-styled red dress with a semi-transparent front on the lower half of the dress, with the only major difference in her appearance is the North American Championship wrapped around her waist as a rather haughty grin appeared on her face.
“Welcome back to the Theatre of the Deranged and how special you are to have this place as your own personal classroom, Amy Zing. But there is no need to feel so embarrassed about such a thing…since you are a very special student. Why is that? Isn’t it obvious? Because you are an extremely talented student Amy, especially when inside the squared circle, but look at what you’ve done with all that talent…you lost, time and time again. My god how disappointing is that, not just for you but mainly how disappointing it is for me to have ever been defeated by such a failure. Fortunately I’ve managed to correct that embarrassing wrong back in Chile, by nearly taking your fucking head clean off. And perhaps you seek to use this Strange Bedfellows match as a way to become two-one again me but here’s some news for you sunshine: it ain’t happening…why is that? Reality.
The your deepest fantasies you imagine yourself finally scoring an official pinfall over me but the reality is that, while you’re incredibly fast and immensely talented…I am more ruthless than you, I am more vicious than you and I am more than smart enough to use my size and strength advantage to level you down. Hell a Magikarp is more likely to defeat a party of six Pikachus than you are to beat me. You don’t like that quote? Well cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because reality is that, like your two partners, you are beneath me and not only do I intent on stamping down on you like a bug…but I also intent on using you, Niobe and Jace as nothing more than example to show that twat Alxander Duvall that I am better than this shit.”
Robina sounded cocky when speaking of Jace Savage and venomously purposeful when talking about Niobe Martin yet now Miss Hood sounded extremely determined and slightly annoyed when speaking of one Amy Zing. While saying her words the young Brit slowly slid off the stage, landed on her feet and slowly pulled out the rose. Once she finished her words the Emo Princess sniffed the rose again before grinning lightly as she lets go of the flower. The moment the rose hit’s the floor a blinding light shoots out, not only blinding the camera but also ending this promo in nothing but white.
