Post by B.A. Styles on Jan 18, 2014 17:13:15 GMT -4
Due to lack of free time (college...motherfucking college...) I've only got to start this RP (plan, write, correct and code) at 3PM - UK time - today. While it did have a big-ish effect (I've only started it and putting an end to it now) on Milla's RP, I didn't have a clue how to write with this new character so I might be posting up shit with her anyway, lol.
I hope this RP is a good enough read.
I hope this RP is a good enough read.
The scene opens up at a swimming pool, a swimming pool at a German Hotel to be exact. Why is that? In twenty something hours APW’s second last event, Survive and Conquer, will be taking place. And it’ll take place in, out of all available areas, Stefan Raab homeland of Germany. But who are we here for? Well the only person in sight is the purple haired female known as Robina Hood as her milky complexion is only clad, and quite scantily at that, in a crimson two-piece swimsuit. The wetness of her hair, as well as the water dripping off her legs as she is sitting on one of the poolside beds, evidence enough to show that Miss Hood has just got out of the pool as the camera moved around to get a closer look at her.
“So APW is indeed going to die…I wished it wasn’t true but it is…what a bummer. And what makes this even worst is that one of the last two ever APW events have to take place in such a crummy, boring and dull country like Germany. But hey, at least I get the chance to kick Stefan Raab’s ass in front of his own people.”
A light sigh escaped her lips shortly after ‘bummer,’ making it obvious that the young Brit is indeed going to miss Action Packed Wrestling. Yet moments after mentioning Stefan Raab a cocky grin appeared across Robina’s face as she turned her wet body to face the camera.
“Tomorrow night we finally get to be in the ring against each other Raab. Sure it’ll be a fatal four way involving Evan Envi and some guy with the last name of Gooch, but I finally get to see firsthand why people spoke so highly of you. Yes you heard me right Stefan. Ever since I made my APW debut on the first Meltdown episode of last year I kept hearing the same old shit over, and over, and over again…‘I wonder if these newcomers can be as promising as Raab,’ ‘could one of these kids be the next Stefan Raab?’ ‘How come none of these newbies have the same impact as Stefan?’ Gordon Bennett, it was almost like everyone in APW was a goddamn member of the ‘Kiss Raab’s Ass’ club because almost nobody would ever shut the fuck up about you. When it isn’t about one thing, it is about another and just when I thought APW were done with you, you end up challenging Hurricane Jeff to a match at Rassslemania. Seriously, what is so good about beating a guy who hasn’t competed in years? And who the fuck thought you being the General Manager of Asylum, or the - crappy named - Raab-A-Mania, would be a good idea? Because I certainly didn’t!
But then again, maybe you were deserving of such attention. After all, it takes both talent and commitment to at least try to become ‘The Most Hated Man In APW.’ And, to be fair, you did win the Suicidal Championship once before by beating a Champion people thought was on a rise. Sure you had some ‘Raab’ related name to the belt but, to be honest, I couldn’t be arsed to pay attention to whatever you did to that belt. Anyway…maybe you deserve some of the praised you’ve received, after all you were nominated for a batch of awards, while maybe you’ll claim that you deserve all the praise and more. But I believe in an old yet stable system…I don’t believe in anybody’s hype until I actually face them in the middle of the ring. Sure you’ve fought with the likes of Reaver, Jason Kash and even Terry Marvin himself…but I can that, without a shadow of doubt, you have never faced anybody like me. How did that commentator say it again? Oh yeah, ‘Robina has a mean streak that would even make Level-One look over his shoulder’ and unfortunately for you, Stefan, you won’t be able to do anything to prevent your home crowd from watching me annihilate you.”
Confidence was completely beaming in both her body language and voice as the nineteen year old megastar of Sherwood Forest spoke out in her classically haughty way. Even with months out, with one of the highlights of her last bout being quite embarrassing, the young female still seem to be as confidently arrogant as she was when she made her debut in Action Packed Wrestling. Perhaps she feels extra pumped up due the fact it was at Survive and Conquer last year that she made the first pay-per-view appearance in her young career? Yes or no, either way, after finishing her words, the wet female stood up got off the bench and slowly began to approach the pool again.
“Heh, another person that I wouldn’t mind annihilating is technically someone close to me. You know I’m talking about you Evan Envi…after all, who else is the older brother of my best friend Sienna Harrison? What was that? You somewhat expect me to be nice to you since you’re the sibling of the closest thing I have to a family in APW? Don’t make me fucking laugh. I want to take you down, out and gone altogether…why is that? My Overdrive debut. I debuted in the main event of a show that was regularly dominated by the likes of Level-One, CJ Gates and Biggs. I planned on marking my debut in the biggest way imaginable by winning the Overdrive Championship Scramble and walk out as the new Overdrive Champion. Hell it took me forty seconds to pin you, a feat that I don’t believe anybody else has ever done between Rasslemania Nine and that very date. Yet instead of my great crowning moment…you got lucky…you got very lucky. You lucked out when you landed on that second-rate hooker Niobe Martin, thus robbing me out of the Overdrive Championship that I should have won.
Sure it might have had nothing to do with the rot that quickly followed it but ever since that one day I’ve wanted to get my hands on you. And now I finally get my hand, sure it wasn’t in a singles match that I would have liked, but either way I am now able to do whatever the hell I damn well want to you until I finally decide to put you away Envi. Seriously, it can be absolutely anything. I could drag you into one of the concentration camps and re-enact what happened during the early forties. I could drown you in the River Rhine. And I could even pull your pants down and use you balls to practice my penalty skills…well if they do exist or else there has been something you haven’t been telling any of us. But then again the lack of balls could perfectly explain why you chose to go away when you lost the Overdrive Championship to Tommy Knoxville instead of coming back on your warpath of vengeance. What is that? You plan on using this four way as a way to redeem your-cowardly-self? Well here is some bad news for you sunshine: you may want, or better put need, to win this match…but you aren’t going to win this match. Hell, if I get to have my way with you, you ain’t going to leave the arena without a goddamn ambulance.”
While the confidence was still there, her words were beginning to sound darker and darker with each few sentences and her voice was already becoming more vindictive. The moment she mentioned the word robbing Robina was already at the pool and sat her down at the edge of it before paddling the water with her feet. It was also at this moment that the confidence deserted her words and was replaced with nothing but pure aggression, perhaps she secretly thinks that if she didn’t lose the scramble match she might have been able not go on a rot that including Robina losing her the North American Championship? Either it is that or not the Iron Maiden look ready so say something else yet suddenly stopped herself as her expression changed to one of pure confusion.
“Well…er…what is his first name again? Bucky…Buttocks…Buckson Gooch…is your name Buckson Gooch? Hopefully it is or else you’re going to feel extra offended that I don’t see any proper reason to remember your exact name. What is that Goochy? Did my words just strike one of your nerves or something? Well take this advice then: cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since when was the last time you were ever relevant? Hell, the last time I checked you left in more of a whimper than in an almighty roar. Sure you double evented Rasslemania and sure you challenged Evan Envi for the Overdrive Championship on the following pay-per-view…but what happened? You lost all those times. Hell I swear the last time you actually won at a pay-per-view was when dear Knoxville got himself disqualified knocking your fat ass out. Yes I just called you fat but what else can you expect, fatso, when you haven’t been in the ring - let alone a gym - in god knows how long. Maybe some people think that I am being cruel to you Gooch but, then again, some people do believe in Big Foot and that Ash Ketchum of Pokemon will one day turn eleven.
Heh, haven’t competed in Action Packed Wrestling since October time and I’m struggling to keep stuff like Pokemon out of my head. Well…if I were to say what Pokemon we would be I would be Gardevoir, for the fact we are both decent looking and the online source of some berk’s masturbation-fest, and you would be a Zubat, one of - if not most - annoying Pokemon in history. But there is another thing about Gardevoirs and Zubats: Gardevoirs destroy Zubats, Gardevoirs eliminate Zubats and Gardevoirs demolish Zubats without breaking a sweat…and that is what I’m going to do to your tomorrow night Gooch. You may think that you’re simply going to show up, get the love from these pea-brained German fans and win big a final time…well it ain’t going to happen sunshine. While you are the person I dislike the very least out of those in this four way match…I can easily make you wish that your parents never met if you push me. That is not a threat, neither is it a warning…it is a promise, a promise from the Emo Princess and when the Emo Princess gives you a promise you better damn believe that she’ll go through with it. Doubt me Gooch? Then feel free to try it out and found out that your luck died ages ago.”
Okay…has Robina really forgotten her opponent’s name or did she want to have a laugh at his expense? The answer isn’t so certain but what is was how her tone changed from frustration to teasing enjoyment. Maybe the nineteen year old is mentally unstable…that would definitely explain the laugh that departed her lips when she mentioned Ash Ketchum before beginning to use one of her interests as a subject to insult Gooch with. After saying her final few words in a possibly venomous way Miss Hood’s left hand reached behind herself and pulled out a single red rose before smiling at the camera. Without even giving a verbal warning she threw the rose into the pool. The moment the flower head tapped the surface a blinding light shot out from the water itself, blinding the camera in the process.
“For the first time in ages I welcome you all back to the Theatre of the Deranged…and if anyone didn’t think I’d bring it back then I would advice you lot to actually watch the majority of my previous promos and re-educate yourself. But anyway…”
It was only after the first sentence was heard that the camera regained enough focus to tell shapes from blurs and it was incredibly obvious, so obvious that it doesn’t need any explanations, that we are now in some kind of Roman collosseum instead of the hotel. The camera could easily tell that Robina Hood is not only completely dry but is sitting on a throne of some kind - in her red military-style dress with a mostly transparent front on the bottom half of her dress - as a fully grown lion is resting his head on her lap.
“I know I might be sounding a bit extra mean than I would normally do but there is a special reason for that…I know I’m public enemy number one for this match. After all, we’re in the land of the filthy Germans and I ain’t stupid. I know you’re the main reason this special event is taking place in your disgusting country, instead of in my beautiful and clean hometown of Nottingham England. Maybe you did this with the purpose of finally having some blind idiots, who think you’re actually cool Stefan, cheer for you. But what you have done instead is set yourself up for the most embarrassing defeat of your entire career. One so embarrassing that you won’t be able to forget about it, no matter how many television shows you may or may not do. I am going to beat you Stefan, I’m going to brutalise you Stefan and I’m going to smile at your people booing me, knowing that they won’t…they CAN’T do a single bloody thing to save your forty year old ass from this beat down I plan on giving you with a hundred and ten percent effort. But you never know, once the brutality is over, you will have more time to spend with your wife - Fizz Raab I believe - and your children since you won’t be able to get out of a wheelchair anytime soon.”
Even though her eyes and words were fully focused on this promo and nothing else, her hand was gently stroking the lion’s maim as it quietly snoozed on her. The Duchess of Nottingham however did sound a bit annoyed how Stefan’s homeland was hosting this event instead of her hometown but, then again, perhaps she is doing this to make sure that the German crowd would indeed boo the Englishwoman as she sounded quite haughty with how she plans to ‘brutalise’ the Raabinator.
“Heh, this place is so beautiful…with all the times I focus on my scenes, and perform this promos, I never had the chance to really appreciate the beauty that I move in. Maybe, Envi, you and the other two puppets can help me produce a breath-taking performance for the penultimate scene of APW career. Oh please don’t be stupid Evan if you ever once opened your eyes to realise what happened to the likes of Denzel Holmes, Jace Savage and The Guv’nor once I was done with them you should easily tell that all of you are nothing more than puppets on a string that I can simply throw away once I’m done with you, one by one. Heh, you thought I was impressive when I defeated The Guv’nor for the first time? You haven’t seen it all yet since I have more than enough to deal with you. Doubt me? Twice you were snubbed from Test for the Best while last year, in my first and only try, I reached the semi-finals of that tournament and even took Aubrey J Parker to her absolute limit. Why was that? Sure you have become very popular with your Helter Skelter but everyone knew you didn’t have what it took to become a TRUE ‘MegaMegaStar’ but they knew I did. So they gave me the chance, I proved it and I’m going to prove it once again - tomorrow night - at your expense Evan.”
Calling her theatre ‘beautiful’…that is definitely something you shouldn’t naturally expect Robina to suddenly say in a promo but maybe she is slowly losing herself to the fact that this might well be the penultimate time she’ll ever be in her collosseum. However that didn’t stop the Iron Maiden from sounding vastly confident as she not only boasted about her surprisingly good performance at Test for the Best, knowing that Evan has never got to enter such a tournament, but also how she is the real ‘MegaMegaStar’ that Envi isn’t. After finishing her words Miss Hood wrapped her free hand around her chin, as if thinking about anything else she would like to say, before suddenly grinning in a confident manner.
“Let me guess what all three of you, or at least you Buckson Gooch, are thinking. ‘Robina is being too confident,’ ‘she is smaller than us,’ ‘we are stronger than her’ and ‘we have more experience than her’…are any of these what you think Gooch? I ain’t a blooming idiot. I know I am the smallest out of the four of us. I know that not only do you three have the power advantage over me but also have more in-ring experience than I do. Hell I’m not even sure that I have the speed advantage with the likes of Evan Envi in this match. But what you three Muppets need to realise is that it’ll be completely stupid to overlook me in a match as potentially unpredictable as this. I have no strength, speed or experience edge but I am - by a convincing way - the most sadistic, maniacal and downright twisted individual in this four way. Heh, I know I’m twisted; I’ve attempted to snap arms and end livelihoods so there is no reason to deny it. But, if anything, I am the reason why this fatal four way match is indeed fatal for the three of you.”
Oh god the arrogance…the confidence…even though admitting her weaknesses in this match, the amount of confidence she is alluding is a staggering, solid, erect, ten out of ten. Maybe Robina isn’t valuing Buckson as not as much of a threat as he should be. Don’t get her wrong, Robina is probably one of the most respectful people backstage but to gain her respect you have to do something to earn it as, perhaps out of foolishness or arrogance, she has not notice anything rather impressive from one Buckson Gooch. The moment she finished her words the lion - resting his head on her lap - rose up, yawned lightly and licked the demented archer’s face. This sudden thing actually caught Robina to giggle and smile lightly, not in a pretend way but actually genuinely smile, as she used one hand to stroke him again and the other scratch the bottom of his chin before the lion rested back on her again. The moment it at the camera, not in an arrogant way but instead in a slightly nervous way as she spoke up.
“Stefan…Evan…Buckson…you three are big names, gods even, within the folklore of Action Packed Wrestling. Yet I ain’t…I ain’t anything more than a little girl that many think is entering the jaws of the beast with nothing more than a stick. So I am going to beat all three of you, thus repeating the greatest sporting upset of nineteen sixty-six, in such an emphatic way that people will have a reason to remember the name…Robina Hood.”
Wait…is that doubt? Does the nineteen year old secretly doubt herself? If so then that can be somewhat understandable since her three opponents are technically legends in APW. Yet, even though sounding doubtful, the Purple Haired Dynamo spoke up about how she needs to win this match herself…as if the way she said ‘remember the name’ is suppose to indicate that she wants to prove to herself that she was genuinely good enough for Action Packed Wrestling. The moment she finished her words Robina Hood reached her right hand into the lion’s maim and carefully pulled out a red rose, taking a moment to sniff the rose before dropping the flower. The moment it touched the floor a blinding light shot out again, this time from behind the demented archer. When the camera regained focus it found itself by the pool at the hotel again, but instead of water the pool is full of red roses and nothing else. The clear lack of Robina Hood in this location is also a bit of a surprise yet not much can be said as a few seconds later the promo faded into nothingness since the camera operator, the person recording this promo the entire time, decided to switch off the recording device.
“So APW is indeed going to die…I wished it wasn’t true but it is…what a bummer. And what makes this even worst is that one of the last two ever APW events have to take place in such a crummy, boring and dull country like Germany. But hey, at least I get the chance to kick Stefan Raab’s ass in front of his own people.”
A light sigh escaped her lips shortly after ‘bummer,’ making it obvious that the young Brit is indeed going to miss Action Packed Wrestling. Yet moments after mentioning Stefan Raab a cocky grin appeared across Robina’s face as she turned her wet body to face the camera.
“Tomorrow night we finally get to be in the ring against each other Raab. Sure it’ll be a fatal four way involving Evan Envi and some guy with the last name of Gooch, but I finally get to see firsthand why people spoke so highly of you. Yes you heard me right Stefan. Ever since I made my APW debut on the first Meltdown episode of last year I kept hearing the same old shit over, and over, and over again…‘I wonder if these newcomers can be as promising as Raab,’ ‘could one of these kids be the next Stefan Raab?’ ‘How come none of these newbies have the same impact as Stefan?’ Gordon Bennett, it was almost like everyone in APW was a goddamn member of the ‘Kiss Raab’s Ass’ club because almost nobody would ever shut the fuck up about you. When it isn’t about one thing, it is about another and just when I thought APW were done with you, you end up challenging Hurricane Jeff to a match at Rassslemania. Seriously, what is so good about beating a guy who hasn’t competed in years? And who the fuck thought you being the General Manager of Asylum, or the - crappy named - Raab-A-Mania, would be a good idea? Because I certainly didn’t!
But then again, maybe you were deserving of such attention. After all, it takes both talent and commitment to at least try to become ‘The Most Hated Man In APW.’ And, to be fair, you did win the Suicidal Championship once before by beating a Champion people thought was on a rise. Sure you had some ‘Raab’ related name to the belt but, to be honest, I couldn’t be arsed to pay attention to whatever you did to that belt. Anyway…maybe you deserve some of the praised you’ve received, after all you were nominated for a batch of awards, while maybe you’ll claim that you deserve all the praise and more. But I believe in an old yet stable system…I don’t believe in anybody’s hype until I actually face them in the middle of the ring. Sure you’ve fought with the likes of Reaver, Jason Kash and even Terry Marvin himself…but I can that, without a shadow of doubt, you have never faced anybody like me. How did that commentator say it again? Oh yeah, ‘Robina has a mean streak that would even make Level-One look over his shoulder’ and unfortunately for you, Stefan, you won’t be able to do anything to prevent your home crowd from watching me annihilate you.”
Confidence was completely beaming in both her body language and voice as the nineteen year old megastar of Sherwood Forest spoke out in her classically haughty way. Even with months out, with one of the highlights of her last bout being quite embarrassing, the young female still seem to be as confidently arrogant as she was when she made her debut in Action Packed Wrestling. Perhaps she feels extra pumped up due the fact it was at Survive and Conquer last year that she made the first pay-per-view appearance in her young career? Yes or no, either way, after finishing her words, the wet female stood up got off the bench and slowly began to approach the pool again.
“Heh, another person that I wouldn’t mind annihilating is technically someone close to me. You know I’m talking about you Evan Envi…after all, who else is the older brother of my best friend Sienna Harrison? What was that? You somewhat expect me to be nice to you since you’re the sibling of the closest thing I have to a family in APW? Don’t make me fucking laugh. I want to take you down, out and gone altogether…why is that? My Overdrive debut. I debuted in the main event of a show that was regularly dominated by the likes of Level-One, CJ Gates and Biggs. I planned on marking my debut in the biggest way imaginable by winning the Overdrive Championship Scramble and walk out as the new Overdrive Champion. Hell it took me forty seconds to pin you, a feat that I don’t believe anybody else has ever done between Rasslemania Nine and that very date. Yet instead of my great crowning moment…you got lucky…you got very lucky. You lucked out when you landed on that second-rate hooker Niobe Martin, thus robbing me out of the Overdrive Championship that I should have won.
Sure it might have had nothing to do with the rot that quickly followed it but ever since that one day I’ve wanted to get my hands on you. And now I finally get my hand, sure it wasn’t in a singles match that I would have liked, but either way I am now able to do whatever the hell I damn well want to you until I finally decide to put you away Envi. Seriously, it can be absolutely anything. I could drag you into one of the concentration camps and re-enact what happened during the early forties. I could drown you in the River Rhine. And I could even pull your pants down and use you balls to practice my penalty skills…well if they do exist or else there has been something you haven’t been telling any of us. But then again the lack of balls could perfectly explain why you chose to go away when you lost the Overdrive Championship to Tommy Knoxville instead of coming back on your warpath of vengeance. What is that? You plan on using this four way as a way to redeem your-cowardly-self? Well here is some bad news for you sunshine: you may want, or better put need, to win this match…but you aren’t going to win this match. Hell, if I get to have my way with you, you ain’t going to leave the arena without a goddamn ambulance.”
While the confidence was still there, her words were beginning to sound darker and darker with each few sentences and her voice was already becoming more vindictive. The moment she mentioned the word robbing Robina was already at the pool and sat her down at the edge of it before paddling the water with her feet. It was also at this moment that the confidence deserted her words and was replaced with nothing but pure aggression, perhaps she secretly thinks that if she didn’t lose the scramble match she might have been able not go on a rot that including Robina losing her the North American Championship? Either it is that or not the Iron Maiden look ready so say something else yet suddenly stopped herself as her expression changed to one of pure confusion.
“Well…er…what is his first name again? Bucky…Buttocks…Buckson Gooch…is your name Buckson Gooch? Hopefully it is or else you’re going to feel extra offended that I don’t see any proper reason to remember your exact name. What is that Goochy? Did my words just strike one of your nerves or something? Well take this advice then: cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it since when was the last time you were ever relevant? Hell, the last time I checked you left in more of a whimper than in an almighty roar. Sure you double evented Rasslemania and sure you challenged Evan Envi for the Overdrive Championship on the following pay-per-view…but what happened? You lost all those times. Hell I swear the last time you actually won at a pay-per-view was when dear Knoxville got himself disqualified knocking your fat ass out. Yes I just called you fat but what else can you expect, fatso, when you haven’t been in the ring - let alone a gym - in god knows how long. Maybe some people think that I am being cruel to you Gooch but, then again, some people do believe in Big Foot and that Ash Ketchum of Pokemon will one day turn eleven.
Heh, haven’t competed in Action Packed Wrestling since October time and I’m struggling to keep stuff like Pokemon out of my head. Well…if I were to say what Pokemon we would be I would be Gardevoir, for the fact we are both decent looking and the online source of some berk’s masturbation-fest, and you would be a Zubat, one of - if not most - annoying Pokemon in history. But there is another thing about Gardevoirs and Zubats: Gardevoirs destroy Zubats, Gardevoirs eliminate Zubats and Gardevoirs demolish Zubats without breaking a sweat…and that is what I’m going to do to your tomorrow night Gooch. You may think that you’re simply going to show up, get the love from these pea-brained German fans and win big a final time…well it ain’t going to happen sunshine. While you are the person I dislike the very least out of those in this four way match…I can easily make you wish that your parents never met if you push me. That is not a threat, neither is it a warning…it is a promise, a promise from the Emo Princess and when the Emo Princess gives you a promise you better damn believe that she’ll go through with it. Doubt me Gooch? Then feel free to try it out and found out that your luck died ages ago.”
Okay…has Robina really forgotten her opponent’s name or did she want to have a laugh at his expense? The answer isn’t so certain but what is was how her tone changed from frustration to teasing enjoyment. Maybe the nineteen year old is mentally unstable…that would definitely explain the laugh that departed her lips when she mentioned Ash Ketchum before beginning to use one of her interests as a subject to insult Gooch with. After saying her final few words in a possibly venomous way Miss Hood’s left hand reached behind herself and pulled out a single red rose before smiling at the camera. Without even giving a verbal warning she threw the rose into the pool. The moment the flower head tapped the surface a blinding light shot out from the water itself, blinding the camera in the process.
“For the first time in ages I welcome you all back to the Theatre of the Deranged…and if anyone didn’t think I’d bring it back then I would advice you lot to actually watch the majority of my previous promos and re-educate yourself. But anyway…”
It was only after the first sentence was heard that the camera regained enough focus to tell shapes from blurs and it was incredibly obvious, so obvious that it doesn’t need any explanations, that we are now in some kind of Roman collosseum instead of the hotel. The camera could easily tell that Robina Hood is not only completely dry but is sitting on a throne of some kind - in her red military-style dress with a mostly transparent front on the bottom half of her dress - as a fully grown lion is resting his head on her lap.
“I know I might be sounding a bit extra mean than I would normally do but there is a special reason for that…I know I’m public enemy number one for this match. After all, we’re in the land of the filthy Germans and I ain’t stupid. I know you’re the main reason this special event is taking place in your disgusting country, instead of in my beautiful and clean hometown of Nottingham England. Maybe you did this with the purpose of finally having some blind idiots, who think you’re actually cool Stefan, cheer for you. But what you have done instead is set yourself up for the most embarrassing defeat of your entire career. One so embarrassing that you won’t be able to forget about it, no matter how many television shows you may or may not do. I am going to beat you Stefan, I’m going to brutalise you Stefan and I’m going to smile at your people booing me, knowing that they won’t…they CAN’T do a single bloody thing to save your forty year old ass from this beat down I plan on giving you with a hundred and ten percent effort. But you never know, once the brutality is over, you will have more time to spend with your wife - Fizz Raab I believe - and your children since you won’t be able to get out of a wheelchair anytime soon.”
Even though her eyes and words were fully focused on this promo and nothing else, her hand was gently stroking the lion’s maim as it quietly snoozed on her. The Duchess of Nottingham however did sound a bit annoyed how Stefan’s homeland was hosting this event instead of her hometown but, then again, perhaps she is doing this to make sure that the German crowd would indeed boo the Englishwoman as she sounded quite haughty with how she plans to ‘brutalise’ the Raabinator.
“Heh, this place is so beautiful…with all the times I focus on my scenes, and perform this promos, I never had the chance to really appreciate the beauty that I move in. Maybe, Envi, you and the other two puppets can help me produce a breath-taking performance for the penultimate scene of APW career. Oh please don’t be stupid Evan if you ever once opened your eyes to realise what happened to the likes of Denzel Holmes, Jace Savage and The Guv’nor once I was done with them you should easily tell that all of you are nothing more than puppets on a string that I can simply throw away once I’m done with you, one by one. Heh, you thought I was impressive when I defeated The Guv’nor for the first time? You haven’t seen it all yet since I have more than enough to deal with you. Doubt me? Twice you were snubbed from Test for the Best while last year, in my first and only try, I reached the semi-finals of that tournament and even took Aubrey J Parker to her absolute limit. Why was that? Sure you have become very popular with your Helter Skelter but everyone knew you didn’t have what it took to become a TRUE ‘MegaMegaStar’ but they knew I did. So they gave me the chance, I proved it and I’m going to prove it once again - tomorrow night - at your expense Evan.”
Calling her theatre ‘beautiful’…that is definitely something you shouldn’t naturally expect Robina to suddenly say in a promo but maybe she is slowly losing herself to the fact that this might well be the penultimate time she’ll ever be in her collosseum. However that didn’t stop the Iron Maiden from sounding vastly confident as she not only boasted about her surprisingly good performance at Test for the Best, knowing that Evan has never got to enter such a tournament, but also how she is the real ‘MegaMegaStar’ that Envi isn’t. After finishing her words Miss Hood wrapped her free hand around her chin, as if thinking about anything else she would like to say, before suddenly grinning in a confident manner.
“Let me guess what all three of you, or at least you Buckson Gooch, are thinking. ‘Robina is being too confident,’ ‘she is smaller than us,’ ‘we are stronger than her’ and ‘we have more experience than her’…are any of these what you think Gooch? I ain’t a blooming idiot. I know I am the smallest out of the four of us. I know that not only do you three have the power advantage over me but also have more in-ring experience than I do. Hell I’m not even sure that I have the speed advantage with the likes of Evan Envi in this match. But what you three Muppets need to realise is that it’ll be completely stupid to overlook me in a match as potentially unpredictable as this. I have no strength, speed or experience edge but I am - by a convincing way - the most sadistic, maniacal and downright twisted individual in this four way. Heh, I know I’m twisted; I’ve attempted to snap arms and end livelihoods so there is no reason to deny it. But, if anything, I am the reason why this fatal four way match is indeed fatal for the three of you.”
Oh god the arrogance…the confidence…even though admitting her weaknesses in this match, the amount of confidence she is alluding is a staggering, solid, erect, ten out of ten. Maybe Robina isn’t valuing Buckson as not as much of a threat as he should be. Don’t get her wrong, Robina is probably one of the most respectful people backstage but to gain her respect you have to do something to earn it as, perhaps out of foolishness or arrogance, she has not notice anything rather impressive from one Buckson Gooch. The moment she finished her words the lion - resting his head on her lap - rose up, yawned lightly and licked the demented archer’s face. This sudden thing actually caught Robina to giggle and smile lightly, not in a pretend way but actually genuinely smile, as she used one hand to stroke him again and the other scratch the bottom of his chin before the lion rested back on her again. The moment it at the camera, not in an arrogant way but instead in a slightly nervous way as she spoke up.
“Stefan…Evan…Buckson…you three are big names, gods even, within the folklore of Action Packed Wrestling. Yet I ain’t…I ain’t anything more than a little girl that many think is entering the jaws of the beast with nothing more than a stick. So I am going to beat all three of you, thus repeating the greatest sporting upset of nineteen sixty-six, in such an emphatic way that people will have a reason to remember the name…Robina Hood.”
Wait…is that doubt? Does the nineteen year old secretly doubt herself? If so then that can be somewhat understandable since her three opponents are technically legends in APW. Yet, even though sounding doubtful, the Purple Haired Dynamo spoke up about how she needs to win this match herself…as if the way she said ‘remember the name’ is suppose to indicate that she wants to prove to herself that she was genuinely good enough for Action Packed Wrestling. The moment she finished her words Robina Hood reached her right hand into the lion’s maim and carefully pulled out a red rose, taking a moment to sniff the rose before dropping the flower. The moment it touched the floor a blinding light shot out again, this time from behind the demented archer. When the camera regained focus it found itself by the pool at the hotel again, but instead of water the pool is full of red roses and nothing else. The clear lack of Robina Hood in this location is also a bit of a surprise yet not much can be said as a few seconds later the promo faded into nothingness since the camera operator, the person recording this promo the entire time, decided to switch off the recording device.
