Post by B.A. Styles on Oct 2, 2013 16:59:52 GMT -4
This is all I could do with the four hours I had free this week. I hope it is still a decent RP.
Today’s location is inside an empty building during a cold night. Well we are in Russia at the moment so I guess an average Russian night would have done. Anyway this building obviously hosted some comic con, or at least a Russian comic event of some kind, earlier today since the stalls are all still up. The biggest stall is at the furthest end of the building…well I guess you could call it a stage instead of a stall since that is where the famous, or simply popular, person who made each comic franchise would stand and say something honestly dull or fabricate some story about how they came from absolutely nothing just to get more mindless drools to buy their comics. Back the back of this stage is a massive red box yet standing in front of this very box is the demented archer known as Robina Hood.
Last week she came really close to beating both Amy Zing and Shione but in the end it was issues with her partner, Kaylyn James Evan, that cost her the tag team match. Yet, in a bit more than twenty-fours, she’ll finally get a one-on-one match against Amy. Sure, unlike what Robina wanted, it’ll be a non-title match but at least the nineteen year old Brit will be able to get her hands on the person who ended her North American Title reign a month or two ago. In her military style red dress the Englishwoman seems silently acting out something with her eyes closed. The amount of cleavage on show, the back of her dress revealing a tiny bit of the upper region of her bottom and the fact that, with its semi-transparent front, the skirt part of her dress constantly showing off her crimson panties to the camera. These are the things that doesn’t faze Miss Hood.
“How many times have we faced each other Amy?”
She started, as if the Brit knows that she is being recorded and is partly expecting her opponent to actually watch this video. Arrogance…or could it be an epiphany?
“The first time we fought it was in a ladder match, a match that benefited you more than me, and you won. We were both part of the eight person ladder match, at Rasslemania Nine, and flattened you. On the first main event following Rasslemania I debuted a crowbar and used it to end your time on Meltdown with a hospital trip. On my first night on Overdrive we both failed to win that Overdrive Championship Scramble and, the following week, you capitalised on me having two pathetic excuses of wrestlers as partners. Last time we fought one-on-one you, and the help of your dog Shione, stole my North American Title and just last week you capitalised on the worthless KJE. So, from what history say, you’ve got the edge in term of both momentum and history. But here’s a little yet valuable lesson for you Amy…history is history and all that will matter tomorrow is me beating you in front of the only people, in the entire world, that are paler than me.
I know that you’re talented Amy, you are so fucking AmyZing in ring…yes, I did get that stupid pun you used as a ring name. But this time I ain’t going to let somebody from the Japanese version Hooters distract me like I stupidly did last time we were one-on-one against each other. So now you should start to get yourself prepared for the most gruesome beat-down of your entire life girl. You may be Champion at the moment, possibly a role model in the eyes of others, but to me you’re nothing more than a victim of a rather beautiful mauling. How could it be beautiful? Because, even at my very worst, I manage to turn the most ugliest of situations into a master class performance. Which is a hell of a lot more than what you can possibly say Amy. While you are very good in the ring, you’ve always been lacking that ‘it’ factor, something that makes you truly someone worth giving a time of day. Yet when you’re in the ring with me you always end up looking like the next main eventer while, every to her time, you’re mediocre at best…you want to know why that is?”
While the Iron Maiden is exaggerating some of her words, she did remain true to the fact that her Asian opponent has gotten the best of her in a multitude of occasions. How could this be? Maybe Robina has learned to be more humble since losing Sienna Harrison’s influence a few months prior? Nah, that thought was immediately thrown out of the window as the nineteen year old’s voice developed a more confident tone as she began to say the second half of her words. Her voice sounding sadistic as well as confident when the words ‘beautiful mauling’ departed from her lips, the face she had an angelic smile on her face possibly makes her words even more tense. Yet instead of being tensed Miss Hood froze to the spot and slowly turned to purposely face the camera, which is quite impressive considering she hasn’t opened her eyes once, with a sly grin on her face.
“Because I made you into a star.”
Wait…what kind of reason is that? Either way Robina’s eyes snap open immediately after saying those very words.
“The upcoming pay-per-view is known as One Night in Hell and, if I got my facts right, it was at that very event - last year - you debuted in APW. You had an impressive debut yet in other matches people hardly noticed, nor cared, about what the fuck you did. Hell I never even heard of you until I helped you win that six person tag match at Survive and Conquer. Yet it was only when you faced me for the very first time, in that ladder, that people finally cared to notice you. What can I say? Action Packed Wrestling is my stage, I’m the Master Puppeteer and you’re nothing more than a simple puppet who is going to know her role one way or another. Can you remember what I did to you in Chile, Amy? That was when I was simply some emotionally unstable kid. Yet now I’ve improve in mind, body and emotions. You think Chile hurt so badly Zing…that is going to be a pinch compared to what the new, and improved, Robina Hood is going to do to you this Thursday.
Heh, do you remember Zing? Do you remember what I said four weeks ago in that stupid little interview? I said, and I will quote myself, ‘you will have your career severely shortened.’ And like I also said ‘it’s a promise’ and it’s a promise I intent to keep because, considering our Title match isn’t one-on-one, I don’t need to hold back any punches. Hell, if anything, it means I can kill off your career and turn this four way into a triple threat for a Title that should still be mine. The first time I lost to you I was too cocky for my own good while the last time I faced you stupidly let my own personal critic cloud my focus. This time however none of those will have an affect on me for such a simple reason Amy. On this episode of Overdrive victory is only a bonus…I’m not going out there is seek a quick and simple victory, no, instead I’m going out there and I’m let this frustration, that you’ve caused me to have, blow over you and wipe you out like Hurricane Katrina. Hell, perhaps our match might just be like when Napoleon dominated the Russians in central Europe. Or maybe I could just beat you, and your career, to death as if you’re the twenty-first century Rasputin.”
Her voice continued to sound confidently arrogant as well as deadly yet her facial expression was more of a little girl who is being rewarded for doing something incredibly nice. This might actually make her promo darker in a way that Alice in Wonderland: Madness Returns was a bit creepy. Either way Miss Hood wrapped her arms around herself after referencing a couple of moment’s in the hosting country’s history. Maybe she is finally feeling some of the classic Russian coldness? It would make sense since her clothing is not only revealing but also not what you’d call protective towards the cold.
“I guess this is what you’re doing at the moment Amy? Warming yourself up since, last time I checked, Phoenixes are creates of fire and heat…not of snow and cold. I don’t know if it’s because I’m British or I was born in the northern hemisphere but I don’t so cold at all…perhaps there are more differences between us than similarities Amy. But I don’t care since we’re both competitors with the same sex and general disadvantage: we’re the two smallest people in this entire company. Yet the way we managed to overcome these disadvantages, from flying about like a monkey with rockets shoved up its ass like you to beating the shit out of them in ways that would make Jason Voorhees flinch like me, shows how phenomenally magnificent we are. Yes Amy Zing, you did hear me right, I just gave you a compliment…and there is a special explanation for why I just gave you that compliment. But don’t take even expect to loosen up at all since, as far as our match in Moscow is concerned, I’m going to break you into millions of pieces and I’m going to smile at you while I do it, just like Hit-Girl did after murdering those idiots in the first Kick-Ass graphic novel.
But I guess I can afford to give you this tiny bit of kindness since, advantage or no advantage, I’m still going to prove to the world that I don’t need help to beat the likes or you. So I’ll tell you what makes me the Perfect Megastar and people like you, Shione and Kaylyn, nothing more than flashes in a pan. You three have different reasons for being here…be it for honour, fame or because you want to be better than who you were. But all three of you look so narrowly towards this one thing that everything else seems to be either an illusion or a nothing worth noticing. Until you three Sienna knew that I could see bigger picture, I can accept my own failures and my thirst for success is never-ending for I know the heartless truth that each moment I have in these wrestling rings is a miracle in itself. So not only do I accept it but I chose to keep going on and on, and on while giving everything I have to everything I do. I am the Perfect Megastar for willingly giving everything I have to each of my performances and this performance will be no different. Because I am Robina Hood, I’m the Perfect Megastar and while I was the one that made you a true star - on this upcoming Overdrive - I’ll be the one who’ll shut down that very star.”
Moments after finishing her words a smirk appeared on her face as Robina unwrapped herself and swung both her arms to both sides. This action caused the box behind her to burst open and immediately an armada of red rose flew out of the box and began to rain down around the girl in red. The moment the very last flower touched the stage floor a blinding light comes out of nowhere and blind the camera lens, ending the promo with nothing but pure whiteness.
Last week she came really close to beating both Amy Zing and Shione but in the end it was issues with her partner, Kaylyn James Evan, that cost her the tag team match. Yet, in a bit more than twenty-fours, she’ll finally get a one-on-one match against Amy. Sure, unlike what Robina wanted, it’ll be a non-title match but at least the nineteen year old Brit will be able to get her hands on the person who ended her North American Title reign a month or two ago. In her military style red dress the Englishwoman seems silently acting out something with her eyes closed. The amount of cleavage on show, the back of her dress revealing a tiny bit of the upper region of her bottom and the fact that, with its semi-transparent front, the skirt part of her dress constantly showing off her crimson panties to the camera. These are the things that doesn’t faze Miss Hood.
“How many times have we faced each other Amy?”
She started, as if the Brit knows that she is being recorded and is partly expecting her opponent to actually watch this video. Arrogance…or could it be an epiphany?
“The first time we fought it was in a ladder match, a match that benefited you more than me, and you won. We were both part of the eight person ladder match, at Rasslemania Nine, and flattened you. On the first main event following Rasslemania I debuted a crowbar and used it to end your time on Meltdown with a hospital trip. On my first night on Overdrive we both failed to win that Overdrive Championship Scramble and, the following week, you capitalised on me having two pathetic excuses of wrestlers as partners. Last time we fought one-on-one you, and the help of your dog Shione, stole my North American Title and just last week you capitalised on the worthless KJE. So, from what history say, you’ve got the edge in term of both momentum and history. But here’s a little yet valuable lesson for you Amy…history is history and all that will matter tomorrow is me beating you in front of the only people, in the entire world, that are paler than me.
I know that you’re talented Amy, you are so fucking AmyZing in ring…yes, I did get that stupid pun you used as a ring name. But this time I ain’t going to let somebody from the Japanese version Hooters distract me like I stupidly did last time we were one-on-one against each other. So now you should start to get yourself prepared for the most gruesome beat-down of your entire life girl. You may be Champion at the moment, possibly a role model in the eyes of others, but to me you’re nothing more than a victim of a rather beautiful mauling. How could it be beautiful? Because, even at my very worst, I manage to turn the most ugliest of situations into a master class performance. Which is a hell of a lot more than what you can possibly say Amy. While you are very good in the ring, you’ve always been lacking that ‘it’ factor, something that makes you truly someone worth giving a time of day. Yet when you’re in the ring with me you always end up looking like the next main eventer while, every to her time, you’re mediocre at best…you want to know why that is?”
While the Iron Maiden is exaggerating some of her words, she did remain true to the fact that her Asian opponent has gotten the best of her in a multitude of occasions. How could this be? Maybe Robina has learned to be more humble since losing Sienna Harrison’s influence a few months prior? Nah, that thought was immediately thrown out of the window as the nineteen year old’s voice developed a more confident tone as she began to say the second half of her words. Her voice sounding sadistic as well as confident when the words ‘beautiful mauling’ departed from her lips, the face she had an angelic smile on her face possibly makes her words even more tense. Yet instead of being tensed Miss Hood froze to the spot and slowly turned to purposely face the camera, which is quite impressive considering she hasn’t opened her eyes once, with a sly grin on her face.
“Because I made you into a star.”
Wait…what kind of reason is that? Either way Robina’s eyes snap open immediately after saying those very words.
“The upcoming pay-per-view is known as One Night in Hell and, if I got my facts right, it was at that very event - last year - you debuted in APW. You had an impressive debut yet in other matches people hardly noticed, nor cared, about what the fuck you did. Hell I never even heard of you until I helped you win that six person tag match at Survive and Conquer. Yet it was only when you faced me for the very first time, in that ladder, that people finally cared to notice you. What can I say? Action Packed Wrestling is my stage, I’m the Master Puppeteer and you’re nothing more than a simple puppet who is going to know her role one way or another. Can you remember what I did to you in Chile, Amy? That was when I was simply some emotionally unstable kid. Yet now I’ve improve in mind, body and emotions. You think Chile hurt so badly Zing…that is going to be a pinch compared to what the new, and improved, Robina Hood is going to do to you this Thursday.
Heh, do you remember Zing? Do you remember what I said four weeks ago in that stupid little interview? I said, and I will quote myself, ‘you will have your career severely shortened.’ And like I also said ‘it’s a promise’ and it’s a promise I intent to keep because, considering our Title match isn’t one-on-one, I don’t need to hold back any punches. Hell, if anything, it means I can kill off your career and turn this four way into a triple threat for a Title that should still be mine. The first time I lost to you I was too cocky for my own good while the last time I faced you stupidly let my own personal critic cloud my focus. This time however none of those will have an affect on me for such a simple reason Amy. On this episode of Overdrive victory is only a bonus…I’m not going out there is seek a quick and simple victory, no, instead I’m going out there and I’m let this frustration, that you’ve caused me to have, blow over you and wipe you out like Hurricane Katrina. Hell, perhaps our match might just be like when Napoleon dominated the Russians in central Europe. Or maybe I could just beat you, and your career, to death as if you’re the twenty-first century Rasputin.”
Her voice continued to sound confidently arrogant as well as deadly yet her facial expression was more of a little girl who is being rewarded for doing something incredibly nice. This might actually make her promo darker in a way that Alice in Wonderland: Madness Returns was a bit creepy. Either way Miss Hood wrapped her arms around herself after referencing a couple of moment’s in the hosting country’s history. Maybe she is finally feeling some of the classic Russian coldness? It would make sense since her clothing is not only revealing but also not what you’d call protective towards the cold.
“I guess this is what you’re doing at the moment Amy? Warming yourself up since, last time I checked, Phoenixes are creates of fire and heat…not of snow and cold. I don’t know if it’s because I’m British or I was born in the northern hemisphere but I don’t so cold at all…perhaps there are more differences between us than similarities Amy. But I don’t care since we’re both competitors with the same sex and general disadvantage: we’re the two smallest people in this entire company. Yet the way we managed to overcome these disadvantages, from flying about like a monkey with rockets shoved up its ass like you to beating the shit out of them in ways that would make Jason Voorhees flinch like me, shows how phenomenally magnificent we are. Yes Amy Zing, you did hear me right, I just gave you a compliment…and there is a special explanation for why I just gave you that compliment. But don’t take even expect to loosen up at all since, as far as our match in Moscow is concerned, I’m going to break you into millions of pieces and I’m going to smile at you while I do it, just like Hit-Girl did after murdering those idiots in the first Kick-Ass graphic novel.
But I guess I can afford to give you this tiny bit of kindness since, advantage or no advantage, I’m still going to prove to the world that I don’t need help to beat the likes or you. So I’ll tell you what makes me the Perfect Megastar and people like you, Shione and Kaylyn, nothing more than flashes in a pan. You three have different reasons for being here…be it for honour, fame or because you want to be better than who you were. But all three of you look so narrowly towards this one thing that everything else seems to be either an illusion or a nothing worth noticing. Until you three Sienna knew that I could see bigger picture, I can accept my own failures and my thirst for success is never-ending for I know the heartless truth that each moment I have in these wrestling rings is a miracle in itself. So not only do I accept it but I chose to keep going on and on, and on while giving everything I have to everything I do. I am the Perfect Megastar for willingly giving everything I have to each of my performances and this performance will be no different. Because I am Robina Hood, I’m the Perfect Megastar and while I was the one that made you a true star - on this upcoming Overdrive - I’ll be the one who’ll shut down that very star.”
Moments after finishing her words a smirk appeared on her face as Robina unwrapped herself and swung both her arms to both sides. This action caused the box behind her to burst open and immediately an armada of red rose flew out of the box and began to rain down around the girl in red. The moment the very last flower touched the stage floor a blinding light comes out of nowhere and blind the camera lens, ending the promo with nothing but pure whiteness.
