Post by B.A. Styles on Aug 7, 2013 16:53:38 GMT -4
I'm sorry but I've seem to have lost my motivation to RP this week. 
I hope this RP is still a decent enough read.
act 1
act 2
I hope this RP is still a decent enough read.act 1
“And that is why I hate teaming up with losers.”
Those were the words said by the purple haired dynamo known as Robina Hood as the camera began to record the scene in front of it…what’s the location this time? Right outside the arena actually as the forest-dweller is wearing a blue pair of jeans with a black hoody that has its hood down as the young Brit currently has a lit cigarette inside her mouth. Six odd days ago Robina teamed up with the likes of Anthony Washington and Brian Hollywood to face Amy Zing, Niobe Martin and Jace Savage yet, when it matters the most, Anthony ends up being pinned and the nineteen year old ends up fuming since now she has lost two straight matches since joining Overdrive. After a couple more moments Miss Hood drifted her attention towards the camera.
“I hate having to watch some loser’s back instead of actually doing the two things I’ve always enjoyed doing…hurting people and being a winner. Yet, even in defeat Alexander seem to be smart enough to hand me another Championship opportunity…instead of an Overdrive Championship opportunity however, I’ll get to become the person who ends AC Smith’s reign as the Xtreme Champion. But AC, let me ask you this…how long have you been Champ for? I’m just being curious since you’ve been the Champ for longer than I’ve been here and, to be honest, seven months of seeing your face with a Title belt is WAY too much for even the most hardcore of fans to bear. Don’t believe me? Then let me ask you this dear Big Apple Ass Kicker…what have you exactly done since winning that belt? Well, aside from defending it against nobody after nobody, you haven’t done anything worth mentioning except for reaching the semi finals of this year’s Test for the Best Tournament. Well guess what sunshine, I was also a losing semi finalist so that little thing doesn’t mean anything.
So altogether AC Smith you’ve been rather irrelevant if you ask me, which is pretty damning because I’m just some child from English and you’re suppose to be the guy that is breaking into the main event scene. So let me ask you something else Smithy boy…what went wrong? Sure you’ve beaten the likes of Grooch but I’m more than certain that I can beat him, even in just my underwear, so that great victory isn’t so great while victories over Nathaniel Havok are as amazing as watching seventy year old trying to stand up. Hell lately your entire reign is more boring than the Silent Hill film I watched last night…so perhaps that is what is wrong with you at the moment Smith: you’ve turned from the guy waiting for the right moment to break through to just another generic backup act.”
While she appeared to be pissed off at the end of the strange bedfellows match last week, right now the Iron Maiden appears to be quite relaxed in a rather laidback kind of way as she calmly said her words. Her eyes not once looking away from the camera lens as she said each one of her words, blinking only once every few sentences, before yawning lightly once she finished her final sentence.
“God, AC, you’re so boring that just talking about you sends me to sleep,” *yawns* “but then again I’ve never once been entertained by anything you’ve done here, not even by your performance last week…whatever that performance was since the moment you entered the time I decided to have a nap. Maybe you can call that either ignorance or arrogance on my part but frankly I don’t care what you think AC. Hell I’ve honestly ran out of shits to give you since the only thing, that is associated with you, that I care about is the Xtreme Title belt that you have around your waist. But unfortunately for you I plan on ripping that Title out from your grasp, dead or just breathing it doesn’t matter to me, and not only hold it in my own hands but also have the belt wrapped around my waist. And unlike you AC, I’m the Highlight of the Night and I actually know how to entertain people while hurting the people that I don’t like in the process.
Like throwing people off steel cages for an example and even beating the shit of out idiots with my old trusty crowbar which, by the way, I’m perfectly allowed to do in a triple threat match. So if you want some kind of sincere advice from me, AC Smith, then for whatever you’re worth keep me the fuck away from the apron or else I’m going to pull out a weapon and use it to knock you the fuck out. Why am I giving you some advice Smithy boy? Because I want some proper competition and I know for a fact that, if we’re on an even playing field, you do not stand a chance against me. So by giving you an advantage I’m actually giving you the tiniest of chances to actually beat me since a complete wipe-out of a victory, like I got over Yanzel Holmes a few months ago, would be dreadfully boring if I say so myself.”
Viewing a rookie opponent, or even a veteran that won’t leave after what feels like an eternity, as boring enough to sleep through might have been possibly understandable but having this kind of opinion towards a Championship holding opponent is complete arrogance. Yet the purple haired dynamo didn’t seem too bothered by this as her right hand moved out from behind her back to reveal a red rose in its clutches. The moment she finished her words Robina held the rose to her nose and sniffed it lightly before dropping it in front of her feet. By instinct alone the cameraman covered his eyes when the rose hit the floor yet nothing happened. It was actually a sweet, child-like, giggle that made the male uncover his eyes to see that the only thing that’s changed is that now there is a cute smile on the forest gal’s face.
“You actually think I’m actually going to waste my beautiful Theatre on somebody like you Smith? Hell no, you’re not worth it at all…you don’t belong to breath the same air as me since I’m a more higher class of person than you are. Hell you don’t belong to have my fist in your face yet, since I’m a kind-hearted person, I’ll be willing to make an exception for tomorrow night since you seem to be more than kind enough to other me the Xtreme Championship in return. Oh what is that AC? You don’t want me to have the Xtreme Championship? Well too bad sunshine since while you’ll be the Champion entering the match, I’ll be the Xtreme Champion once the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled…the only thing you’re going to contribute to is if I’ll win the match without any effort or if I have to send you to the hospital to win my second Champion in my rookie year.
So please, for the love of god AC, show up to our match so that I can not only beat you for the Xtreme Championship…but I also get to show what it is like to be in the ring with the main act. So show up so I can take you and your boring Title reign down.”
Throughout her words the nineteen year old megastar sounded not only calm but also somewhat bored, as if something else is on her mind, as she spoke out her words. After finishing one of her threatening sentences Miss Hood slowly bended over, grabbed the rose and stood straight back up before continuing on with her words. Even though somewhat bored at first, Robina did sound quite passionate with her final set of words as, after saying them, her left hand moved to grab the cigarette and threw it away at a random direction before simply walking off while holding the rose close to herself. The cameraman was a little bit surprised by how little the Emo Princess seems to care about this Championship opportunity yet didn’t make a comment as, after making sure that the nineteen year wasn’t coming back, he switched off the camera…thus ending the recording of this promo in the process.
Those were the words said by the purple haired dynamo known as Robina Hood as the camera began to record the scene in front of it…what’s the location this time? Right outside the arena actually as the forest-dweller is wearing a blue pair of jeans with a black hoody that has its hood down as the young Brit currently has a lit cigarette inside her mouth. Six odd days ago Robina teamed up with the likes of Anthony Washington and Brian Hollywood to face Amy Zing, Niobe Martin and Jace Savage yet, when it matters the most, Anthony ends up being pinned and the nineteen year old ends up fuming since now she has lost two straight matches since joining Overdrive. After a couple more moments Miss Hood drifted her attention towards the camera.
“I hate having to watch some loser’s back instead of actually doing the two things I’ve always enjoyed doing…hurting people and being a winner. Yet, even in defeat Alexander seem to be smart enough to hand me another Championship opportunity…instead of an Overdrive Championship opportunity however, I’ll get to become the person who ends AC Smith’s reign as the Xtreme Champion. But AC, let me ask you this…how long have you been Champ for? I’m just being curious since you’ve been the Champ for longer than I’ve been here and, to be honest, seven months of seeing your face with a Title belt is WAY too much for even the most hardcore of fans to bear. Don’t believe me? Then let me ask you this dear Big Apple Ass Kicker…what have you exactly done since winning that belt? Well, aside from defending it against nobody after nobody, you haven’t done anything worth mentioning except for reaching the semi finals of this year’s Test for the Best Tournament. Well guess what sunshine, I was also a losing semi finalist so that little thing doesn’t mean anything.
So altogether AC Smith you’ve been rather irrelevant if you ask me, which is pretty damning because I’m just some child from English and you’re suppose to be the guy that is breaking into the main event scene. So let me ask you something else Smithy boy…what went wrong? Sure you’ve beaten the likes of Grooch but I’m more than certain that I can beat him, even in just my underwear, so that great victory isn’t so great while victories over Nathaniel Havok are as amazing as watching seventy year old trying to stand up. Hell lately your entire reign is more boring than the Silent Hill film I watched last night…so perhaps that is what is wrong with you at the moment Smith: you’ve turned from the guy waiting for the right moment to break through to just another generic backup act.”
While she appeared to be pissed off at the end of the strange bedfellows match last week, right now the Iron Maiden appears to be quite relaxed in a rather laidback kind of way as she calmly said her words. Her eyes not once looking away from the camera lens as she said each one of her words, blinking only once every few sentences, before yawning lightly once she finished her final sentence.
“God, AC, you’re so boring that just talking about you sends me to sleep,” *yawns* “but then again I’ve never once been entertained by anything you’ve done here, not even by your performance last week…whatever that performance was since the moment you entered the time I decided to have a nap. Maybe you can call that either ignorance or arrogance on my part but frankly I don’t care what you think AC. Hell I’ve honestly ran out of shits to give you since the only thing, that is associated with you, that I care about is the Xtreme Title belt that you have around your waist. But unfortunately for you I plan on ripping that Title out from your grasp, dead or just breathing it doesn’t matter to me, and not only hold it in my own hands but also have the belt wrapped around my waist. And unlike you AC, I’m the Highlight of the Night and I actually know how to entertain people while hurting the people that I don’t like in the process.
Like throwing people off steel cages for an example and even beating the shit of out idiots with my old trusty crowbar which, by the way, I’m perfectly allowed to do in a triple threat match. So if you want some kind of sincere advice from me, AC Smith, then for whatever you’re worth keep me the fuck away from the apron or else I’m going to pull out a weapon and use it to knock you the fuck out. Why am I giving you some advice Smithy boy? Because I want some proper competition and I know for a fact that, if we’re on an even playing field, you do not stand a chance against me. So by giving you an advantage I’m actually giving you the tiniest of chances to actually beat me since a complete wipe-out of a victory, like I got over Yanzel Holmes a few months ago, would be dreadfully boring if I say so myself.”
Viewing a rookie opponent, or even a veteran that won’t leave after what feels like an eternity, as boring enough to sleep through might have been possibly understandable but having this kind of opinion towards a Championship holding opponent is complete arrogance. Yet the purple haired dynamo didn’t seem too bothered by this as her right hand moved out from behind her back to reveal a red rose in its clutches. The moment she finished her words Robina held the rose to her nose and sniffed it lightly before dropping it in front of her feet. By instinct alone the cameraman covered his eyes when the rose hit the floor yet nothing happened. It was actually a sweet, child-like, giggle that made the male uncover his eyes to see that the only thing that’s changed is that now there is a cute smile on the forest gal’s face.
“You actually think I’m actually going to waste my beautiful Theatre on somebody like you Smith? Hell no, you’re not worth it at all…you don’t belong to breath the same air as me since I’m a more higher class of person than you are. Hell you don’t belong to have my fist in your face yet, since I’m a kind-hearted person, I’ll be willing to make an exception for tomorrow night since you seem to be more than kind enough to other me the Xtreme Championship in return. Oh what is that AC? You don’t want me to have the Xtreme Championship? Well too bad sunshine since while you’ll be the Champion entering the match, I’ll be the Xtreme Champion once the smoke has cleared and the dust has settled…the only thing you’re going to contribute to is if I’ll win the match without any effort or if I have to send you to the hospital to win my second Champion in my rookie year.
So please, for the love of god AC, show up to our match so that I can not only beat you for the Xtreme Championship…but I also get to show what it is like to be in the ring with the main act. So show up so I can take you and your boring Title reign down.”
Throughout her words the nineteen year old megastar sounded not only calm but also somewhat bored, as if something else is on her mind, as she spoke out her words. After finishing one of her threatening sentences Miss Hood slowly bended over, grabbed the rose and stood straight back up before continuing on with her words. Even though somewhat bored at first, Robina did sound quite passionate with her final set of words as, after saying them, her left hand moved to grab the cigarette and threw it away at a random direction before simply walking off while holding the rose close to herself. The cameraman was a little bit surprised by how little the Emo Princess seems to care about this Championship opportunity yet didn’t make a comment as, after making sure that the nineteen year wasn’t coming back, he switched off the camera…thus ending the recording of this promo in the process.
act 2
Wandering around the backstage area of Philadelphia’s Wachovia Center is Overdrive’s male interviewer Shane West, in his neat suit with equally neat bottoms, while in his right hand is a microphone. So far tonight’s episode of Overdrive has been quite an enjoyable even, from an impressive first match to a rather splendid few more. Yet a match later tonight is none other than a triple threat match for the Xtreme Championship with the Champion, AC Smith defending the belt against the amazing Leon Roberts and the mentally unstable Robina Hood. It didn’t take long for Shane to found who he was looking for as leaning against a wall next to the women’s locker room, with a lit cigarette in her mouth, is Robina Hood. In her ring gear Miss Hood seem to be in a small conversation with the cameraman before spotting the interviewer. Instantly she took the cigarette out of her mouth threw it towards the bin, ignoring how perfectly it landed in the bin as West came up to the purple haired dynamo.
“Are you sure you want to shoot a promo right now? Shouldn’t you have shot this yesterday?”
“*Giggle* Don’t worry about it Shane, I don’t plan on taking so long since the commercial break isn’t that long. Oh yeah, do you want to go out for a drink after I win the Xtreme Championship?”
“You’re really offering me that? I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink…so sure, thanks for the offer. But aren’t you being a bit too confident?”
“Heh, maybe I am being a little too confident but a good friend of mine gave me some great advice…if you think it’s impossible then it will be impossible but once you believe, the world will open its doors for you.”
While having their conversation together the camera technician was handling all the cameras settings but at the moment he signalled that he was recording them the duo immediately switched back to their characters of interviewer and competitor.
“Hello everybody, my name is Sh-”
“Everyone already knows your name!”
Shane was quite surprised when the forest-dweller quickly interrupted his introduction but before he could say anything Robina continued to speak.
“You’re paid to hold a microphone so hold that microphone to my lips and shut, the hell, up.”
West wanted to defend himself but, knowing how ruthlessly aggressive this young yet unpredictable woman can be, ended up choosing to be silent as he reached the microphone out to just below the nineteen year old’s lips.
“That’s a good interviewer. Now where was I going? Oh yeah…I’ve already spoken about AC Smith and how I stated the goddamn obvious by saying that I’m going to be the one that ends AC’s boring Title reign but you want to know something Shane? You want to know the most amusing thing about a triple threat match? There is a third wheel in the match and this third wheel is none other than one Leon Roberts. I won’t lie…I have not even bothered to ever look up this berk since, in my personal opinion, this guy was going to be nothing more than some chump that will be nothing else than somebody else’s stepping stone. But hey, he was in the main event last week and has definitely proven himself to be the better half of that Natural Born Killers team…but then again that team was never impressive at all so even my grandma could do better than them.
But hey Leon, you could definitely be the wildcard in this match since you were one of the seven men who got his ass kicked in last week’s main event yet if you seek to win this triple threat match, thus crowning yourself as the new Xtreme Champion, to turn your fortune around then you have another thing coming lad. Because I guaran-damn-tee you that while you’ll be entering this match with high hopes, you’ll be leaving this match as the ultimate loser since neither you or AC are going to leave as Champion. Instead I am going to leave Overdrive as the new Xtreme Champion…hell, out of the three of us, I’m probably the only person that could be classed as Xtreme so this match is going to be nothing more than me claiming what is rightfully mine. You don’t like that Leon? What in the blue hell are you going to do about it? You don’t know? Well I know what you’re going to do…it’s a four lettered word starting with l, end in e and sounds like lose.”
First the young woman sounded quite threatening towards the male interviewer yet now she sounds cockily confident as she spoke about Leon Roberts, especially when she said her final sentence.
“Not happy about that? What are you going to do about it you big loser? Bitch about it and strop out like your former buddy did? Or join forces with a podgy German like your other former mate did? Well here is some advice for you sunshine…cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because the amount of fucks I give about you is exactly zero. I have two goals in this triple threat match…want to know what they are? The first of them is obviously to crown myself as the new Xtreme Champion while the second of them is to vent out my rage out, about Anthony fucking Washington and Brian shit-brains Hollywood, and fuck somebody up so extremely badly. And unfortunately for you dear Leon it looks like you’re going to be the unlucky sod that is going to be leaving the arena as a broken bleeding mess.
You don’t like it? Tough luck for you mate because tonight is probably the worst night in history for anybody, be it Joseph Johnson or Level-One himself, since I am so pissed off that even Ghandi would run a hundred miles away from me. My rage and frustration isn’t just going to be vented upon you Roberts but it’ll be pulverised upon AC Smith as well since I am so sick and tired of being looked down upon that I would punch a hole through this fucking wall if you weren’t here. Yet instead of threatening you, Shane, I’m instead going to be constructive with my anger. I’m going to constructive get my crowbar, constructively beat the shit out of both Roberts and Smith with it and constructively pin them to not only become the twenty-seventh Xtreme Champion but also the second female to have ever held that belt. Now if you excuse me, Shane, I’m going outside for a second smoke before winning my next Championship.”
The nineteen year old Brit continued to sound overconfident as she spoke out her words yet this suddenly dropped into a threateningly serious tone as the words ‘broken bleeding mess’ left her lips. With each word that left her mouth Robina sounded more and more angry, as well as diabolically threatening, before mentioning that she at least made some research about the Title she’ll be fighting for later tonight. It was then that her tone snapped away into a slightly annoyed one when she looked at Shane and stated that she’s going out for a cigarette before walking pass him, possibly towards the parking lot since that’s near the only - official - smoking area in the building. West wanted to speak up yet wasn’t able to find anything to say so he indicated to the cameraman to switch off his camera. The moment the camera went off the camera operator and the interviewer went off towards to production truck, possibly to test out the spare microphones and cameras.
“Are you sure you want to shoot a promo right now? Shouldn’t you have shot this yesterday?”
“*Giggle* Don’t worry about it Shane, I don’t plan on taking so long since the commercial break isn’t that long. Oh yeah, do you want to go out for a drink after I win the Xtreme Championship?”
“You’re really offering me that? I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a drink…so sure, thanks for the offer. But aren’t you being a bit too confident?”
“Heh, maybe I am being a little too confident but a good friend of mine gave me some great advice…if you think it’s impossible then it will be impossible but once you believe, the world will open its doors for you.”
While having their conversation together the camera technician was handling all the cameras settings but at the moment he signalled that he was recording them the duo immediately switched back to their characters of interviewer and competitor.
“Hello everybody, my name is Sh-”
“Everyone already knows your name!”
Shane was quite surprised when the forest-dweller quickly interrupted his introduction but before he could say anything Robina continued to speak.
“You’re paid to hold a microphone so hold that microphone to my lips and shut, the hell, up.”
West wanted to defend himself but, knowing how ruthlessly aggressive this young yet unpredictable woman can be, ended up choosing to be silent as he reached the microphone out to just below the nineteen year old’s lips.
“That’s a good interviewer. Now where was I going? Oh yeah…I’ve already spoken about AC Smith and how I stated the goddamn obvious by saying that I’m going to be the one that ends AC’s boring Title reign but you want to know something Shane? You want to know the most amusing thing about a triple threat match? There is a third wheel in the match and this third wheel is none other than one Leon Roberts. I won’t lie…I have not even bothered to ever look up this berk since, in my personal opinion, this guy was going to be nothing more than some chump that will be nothing else than somebody else’s stepping stone. But hey, he was in the main event last week and has definitely proven himself to be the better half of that Natural Born Killers team…but then again that team was never impressive at all so even my grandma could do better than them.
But hey Leon, you could definitely be the wildcard in this match since you were one of the seven men who got his ass kicked in last week’s main event yet if you seek to win this triple threat match, thus crowning yourself as the new Xtreme Champion, to turn your fortune around then you have another thing coming lad. Because I guaran-damn-tee you that while you’ll be entering this match with high hopes, you’ll be leaving this match as the ultimate loser since neither you or AC are going to leave as Champion. Instead I am going to leave Overdrive as the new Xtreme Champion…hell, out of the three of us, I’m probably the only person that could be classed as Xtreme so this match is going to be nothing more than me claiming what is rightfully mine. You don’t like that Leon? What in the blue hell are you going to do about it? You don’t know? Well I know what you’re going to do…it’s a four lettered word starting with l, end in e and sounds like lose.”
First the young woman sounded quite threatening towards the male interviewer yet now she sounds cockily confident as she spoke about Leon Roberts, especially when she said her final sentence.
“Not happy about that? What are you going to do about it you big loser? Bitch about it and strop out like your former buddy did? Or join forces with a podgy German like your other former mate did? Well here is some advice for you sunshine…cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it because the amount of fucks I give about you is exactly zero. I have two goals in this triple threat match…want to know what they are? The first of them is obviously to crown myself as the new Xtreme Champion while the second of them is to vent out my rage out, about Anthony fucking Washington and Brian shit-brains Hollywood, and fuck somebody up so extremely badly. And unfortunately for you dear Leon it looks like you’re going to be the unlucky sod that is going to be leaving the arena as a broken bleeding mess.
You don’t like it? Tough luck for you mate because tonight is probably the worst night in history for anybody, be it Joseph Johnson or Level-One himself, since I am so pissed off that even Ghandi would run a hundred miles away from me. My rage and frustration isn’t just going to be vented upon you Roberts but it’ll be pulverised upon AC Smith as well since I am so sick and tired of being looked down upon that I would punch a hole through this fucking wall if you weren’t here. Yet instead of threatening you, Shane, I’m instead going to be constructive with my anger. I’m going to constructive get my crowbar, constructively beat the shit out of both Roberts and Smith with it and constructively pin them to not only become the twenty-seventh Xtreme Champion but also the second female to have ever held that belt. Now if you excuse me, Shane, I’m going outside for a second smoke before winning my next Championship.”
The nineteen year old Brit continued to sound overconfident as she spoke out her words yet this suddenly dropped into a threateningly serious tone as the words ‘broken bleeding mess’ left her lips. With each word that left her mouth Robina sounded more and more angry, as well as diabolically threatening, before mentioning that she at least made some research about the Title she’ll be fighting for later tonight. It was then that her tone snapped away into a slightly annoyed one when she looked at Shane and stated that she’s going out for a cigarette before walking pass him, possibly towards the parking lot since that’s near the only - official - smoking area in the building. West wanted to speak up yet wasn’t able to find anything to say so he indicated to the cameraman to switch off his camera. The moment the camera went off the camera operator and the interviewer went off towards to production truck, possibly to test out the spare microphones and cameras.
