Post by B.A. Styles on Mar 8, 2014 17:22:59 GMT -4
Wordcount (discounting codes, count and OOC comment), after trimming down: 2996
Damn, this is the first time (in ages) that I've properly written a Robina Hood RP in under 3000 words, lol.
I wish both Amy, Mannie and every one of you the best of luck with your future choices. ^_^
Damn, this is the first time (in ages) that I've properly written a Robina Hood RP in under 3000 words, lol.
I wish both Amy, Mannie and every one of you the best of luck with your future choices. ^_^
“So this is the last scene.”
Those words were sadly spoken as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. Out of all possible locations the one chosen for this promo is field of Poppies. The reason for this location is the purple haired woman who is currently sitting down in the middle of this field with a couple of poppies in her right hand.
“In early twentieth century, on this very field, hundreds of thousands of people made the final run of their young lives, leaving behind their precious legacies and memories while giving people like me not only a future to smile at, but also the opportunity to look back and smile. On the final weekend of March Action Packed Wrestling will be making their own final stand before Jeff close the doors, leaving behind a ten year legacy like none other and setting a very high bar for future federations. It…it’s actually very saddening the more I think about it since, while at the other company I work at feels like an everyday job, this place feels like a genuine family. Heh, sure there were blood and battered bodies but all families are dysfunctional one way or the other. Hah…ha………damn, it feels so depressing.
So many fond memories I’ve had here and, if anything, if APW never existed then I’d probably be some loser on the internet all the time wishing I could be something more than a nobody…there wouldn’t be a Robina Hood with an APW. However I ain’t going to spend the entire time fighting my feelings…APW plans to finish off their legacy with a bang and I plan to have my last scene end with my own legacy being truly established by making history twice in one night. On March twenty-eighth I am going to challenge Amy Zing for the North American Championship, for the very last time, in a triple threat match involving Young Mannie and I am going to make history twice by beating the both of you. If I win not only will it register me in the history books as the true final North American Champion, but it will also register me as the only person to have ever held that Championship twice. While Champion like Evan Envi, Logan Alexander and The Guv’nor have all been phenomenal, none of them have managed to hold that belt more than once. I will never be a Hall of Famer here, since I haven’t been here long enough, but I will definitely make myself a true legend here at both of your expenses.”
Isn’t Robina usually overconfident and arrogant? Yet she sounds look sad, depressed even, as she spoke her words about the history of this location as well as mentioning how APW has affected her, even going as far as saying that ‘there wouldn’t be a Robina Hood with an APW.’ However the Brit was slowly beginning to sound proud again when she stated her goal of becoming the only two time North American Champion.
“Oh you have something to say about that Amy Zing? Well here is some breaking news for you sunshine: I. Don’t. Care. For. What. You. Have. To. Say. Champ. While you spent your Survive and Conquer experience failing to represent this dying organisation, I defeated three of the best stars around by myself with nobody’s help but my own…which is a hell of a lot more than you have to say for yourself Amy. Sure you won that belt from me back in August time but you did it with the help of a Japanese idiot no one has seen, or heard from, since our little excursion in Japan and it was even during that time in Japan that you managed to pin me in Title defence with the help of that very same worthless piece of trash.
Hell at first I was a little sceptical about the idea of another third wheel being involved in our match Amy, since - being the person you are - you would have probably made a last second agreement with that person to screw me over. But then I realised who that third wheel was, Young Mannie…the guy you not only had a, so-called, rivalry with but also the guy you failed to beat in, if I remember correctly, two or so North American Championship matches. Oh! How could I forget about you attacking Mannie’s uncle for practically no reason? To tell the truth I found such a thing to be quite humorous but - unfortunately for you - while I don’t have an uncle for you to assault like a criminal, I can happily you with just enough ass kicking to not only walk out of Rasslemania as a two time North American Champion, but also to make you think you’ve been indoctrinated by a Reaper from the Mass Effect series.”
Now the full arrogance is back in the voice of the nineteen year old Englishwoman. Unlike the vast majority of her promos Robina Hood is already wearing her red military style dress as the purple haired dynamo referenced one of the moments of Amy’s old feud with Mannie, blatantly not caring much if the semi-transparent front of the lower half of her dress cause the viewers to blush or not. An overconfident grin appeared the Iron Maiden’s face moments after she referenced one of her favourite Sci-Fi video games, respectfully placing the poppies down as she did so.
“Heh, you know what still amazes me the most about your Title reign, Amy? Sure your name is Amy Zing, which is suppose to be a pun about the word ‘amazing’ but that ain’t it Amy. What I find to be the most amazing about your reign is…how the hell could even have one when you’re literally the only person in Action Packed Wrestling that I am actually bigger than. You’re so tiny…I mean, come on, I wouldn’t be surprised if at least half your opponents have mistaken you for a child who is desperately addicted to adrenaline. Sure you’re the fastest opponent I’ve ever had but no matter how much you fly about, the moment I catch you will be the moment you won’t be able to fly again…you’ll be a fly and I’ll be the Venus flytrap.
Oh and sure your kicks are as painful as fuck, so painful in fact that my leg actually ended up getting a bruise from our last match together, but there is something about kicks that is so simple that nobody can actually focus on it. To kick somebody you actually need to be able to use both your legs, one to execute the kick and the other maintain balance, and if somebody - like dear little me for example - grabs a hold of one of your legs and accidentally do some ‘things,’ like bashing it against the steel steps many times and constantly twisting it at such unnatural angles for a pair of examples, then that could possibly make you unable to execute a simple kick…let alone that Fenghuang Kick of yours. How will you win if you can’t do your finishing move Amy? The answer is simpler than the question…you can’t win, Amy, you won’t be able to win this triple threat match.”
Halfway through her words Miss Hood decided to stand herself up, out from the poppies, and spread her arms out as if embracing the cool refreshing breeze that is blowing in the wind. Even though her arms were spread the forest-dweller’s eyes darted themselves towards the camera as a more sickened voice began to be easier to heard as she spoke of how she could injure Amy’s legs. She even laughed once she said her final sentence. It was while she was laughing that Robina reached her right hand back and brought a rose out. Where could have possibly came from? That question isn’t going to be answered as the demented archer continued to speak once the rose was in front of her face.
“But to win a triple threat match you need to beat not one person, but two people and the third wheel in the seventh or so confrontation in the ‘Amy versus Robina’ saga is Young Mannie…the guy I defeated in that fatal four way back in Germany last month. I ain’t Charles Xavier but I can easily predict that you might be fuming a little bit from when I used your dear Jacinta as a weapon against Stefan Raab, putting her in harms way in the process, and I’m guessing that you want me to apologise for such actions. Well here is some breaking news for you sunshine…I ain’t apologising for shit. She chose to be at ringside, I saw the opportunity and I took it. I am definitely not going to apologise for putting somebody, that I’ve ran out of fucks to give about, in harms way and, if anything, I’ll happily do it again if it gives me an advantage in any shape or form.
Why is that Mannie? Because I’ve been in wars before against Hackney Hammers, Hong Kong Sensations and I’ve even took Aubrey J Parker to the absolute limit in the one and only confrontation me and her ever had. And let me tell you this Mannie…I’ve learnt that while conviction, power, speed and unpredictability are useful assets…wars are won with intelligence and knowledge. Hell these poppies are all the evidence I need, since there would have been a lot less of them if these noble lions weren’t led by such idiotic donkeys. It was with such intelligence that I overcame you in that four way match at Survive and Conquer and I can absolutely say, without a shadow of doubt, that my superior intelligence shall help me overcome you once again. Hell, if anything, I might even try crippling you at Rasslemania just to see you writhe about on the mat.”
Even though talking about the ‘third wheel’ in this match, the nineteen year old’s eyes seem more fixated upon the flower within her grip than actually speaking of the guy who co-main evented One Night In Hell. If anything the young female sounded more and more egotistical with every word she relaxingly said yet the moment she finished her words Robina suddenly pointed the rose head towards the recording device.
“Oh, did I sound somewhat hateful Mannie? Well, did you ever consider the possibility that there is a reason behind it Mannie? I do know that you haven gotten along well with my good friend Sienna Harrison, and that you’re technically a ‘Sienna Guy,’ but do not let that lead you to the idea that I’ll help you in this match because I do feel some resentment towards you. Why so you ask? I have already beaten you and you have never attacked me like a coward, so I do understand why you would ask such a question. So I’ll simply give you the answer in its most simplest form…you never once said ‘thank you’ to me. Not once but twice I helped you, with the first being how I helped you pin Niobe Martin and the second was when I beat Warren Peace to shatter his momentum towards the match you had against him the following week, yet never once you took me to the said and said - to me face - thanks for the help.
Maybe it does soon like a slightly petty reason to feel some negativity towards you but while Sienna calls me her ‘Perfect Megastar’ I am not the perfect kind of person. So yeah I do hold a tiny bit of a grudge but, at Rasslemania Ten, I am so going to smile in pleasure as I take you out of my way. Sure, you could end up being the only two time North American Champion if you win this match but I will be damned, burned and crucified alive before I will EVER let you take this moment, that I have worked so damn hard for, from me.”
The sarcasm was obvious in her first question yet as these words progress onwards it became easier and easier to notice the amount of aggression increasing in the young megastar’s voice, especially when she declared that she would be ‘damned, burned and crucified alive’ before she’ll let him ‘take’ this Rasslemania moment from her. Moments after saying her words the Emo Princess lets go of the rose and the very moment the floor tapped the floor a bright light shot out, completely blinding the camera. Once the device regained focus it easily recognised the brick walls of the Roman Colosseum it has been taken to many times. The exact location is in the middle of the area, in front of a wooden stage, like it was the first time it was taken here. It was easily to spot Robina Hood sitting on the edge of the stage as a look of pure sadness was across her face.
“I can’t believe that this is the last time I’ll show my Theatre of the Deranged here…”
She said with a light sigh before changing her attention fully onto the camera lens.
“My blood, my sweat, my tears have all gone into the North American Championship, quite literally. Ever since day one of my fifteen month career in APW I have been desperate to get that Championship around my waist. I’ve been through cages matches, ladder matches, had my nose explode in the middle of the ring and I even had a guy’s teeth dug deep into my bottom just to get that belt in my hands. Hell, I was so committed that I chose to stay on Meltdown for six months instead of leaving at the very first opportunity, like Young Mannie did.
And in that I see a very clear reason why I will be the one to become two time North American Champion, not you puppet. You can have all the adverts, sponsorships and even media appearance you like Mannie, you can even have all the advice in the world from both your managers…you won’t be able to beat me for one reason. Commitment…I was more than committed enough to do what it took to beat you at Survive and Conquer last month, from raking some high risks to capitalising on any opportunity present, and it will be with this commitment that I’ll outlast you in this war for the North American Championship.”
While she does sound very angry, as well as confident, the passion in Robina Hood’s voice was virtually impossible to ignore as the way she puffed out her chest in a slightly haughty way. As the young Brit spoke however the camera easy began to notice that, just peeping out the pale beauty’s cleavage, is the head of a rose.
“But where did this commitment come from…none other than Amy Zing. Why is that Amy? Because you’re the only person to have ever beaten me, via pin fall, multiple times. You pinned me for that Championship, you pinned me in a none Title rematch and you not only pinned me again, but you also stripped me down to my bra and panties and spanked me like an adolescent child in Japan. Nobody has such a great record over me…not Niobe, not Aubrey and not even The Guv’nor has managed to achieve such a record.
And to tell the solid truth Amy, I want to beat you…I want to damage you…I want to take your head and rip it clean off, like a fatality from Mortal Kombat, in front of EVERYONE in Canada! I want to do all of that to you so I can win back my North American Championship. Why am I so obsessed with taking my Title off you Amy? You want to guess? Then be my guest since I can guarantee it that neither you nor Mannie can tell, since I don’t want the Title to prove that I am the Perfect Megastar, neither do I really want it for all the history that’ll come with it. The reason is this…because I need that belt.”
The moment ‘need that belt’ left her lips the purple haired megastar’s shoulder slouched and her calm, cocky, posture seemed to have disappeared completely. If anything it looks like, for the first time in APW, Robina is letting her true self, Megan McCrea, appear.
“I worked so hard to get that belt and once I was announced as the new holder I ended up in tears as the feeling that, after all the struggles I’ve gone through and the personal sacrifices I’ve made, I have finally become more than some little girl afraid of being alone in the dark. Yet when you took that Title from in little over a month, all that satisfaction completely vanished…as if everything I’ve work so hard for was all for nothing. So while you want to defend your belt to prove you deserve that Title…I badly need to beat you, and Mannie, to prove to myself that my struggles weren’t for nothing…that my sacrifices weren’t in vain…and, most importantly…to prove that my Championship reign was not a fluke. At Rasslemania I, like those in the field of poppies, shall make my final gamble, all or nothing…the North American Championship or nothing. Amy…Mannie…I will give my final scene the ending I’m willing to give what I have left for…me with the North American Championship in my hands, even if for the final time.”
While saying her words the Duchess of Nottingham’s right hand carefully pulled the rose out her cleavage yet tears easily became visible on her face. The moment ‘final time’ left her lips Robin…Megan McCrea drops the rose. The moment it touched the floor a bright light emerged and blinded the camera, the last image the lens saw - before being completely engulfed - being the tearful face of the usually haughty Robina Hood.
Those words were sadly spoken as the camera began to record the scene in front of it. Out of all possible locations the one chosen for this promo is field of Poppies. The reason for this location is the purple haired woman who is currently sitting down in the middle of this field with a couple of poppies in her right hand.
“In early twentieth century, on this very field, hundreds of thousands of people made the final run of their young lives, leaving behind their precious legacies and memories while giving people like me not only a future to smile at, but also the opportunity to look back and smile. On the final weekend of March Action Packed Wrestling will be making their own final stand before Jeff close the doors, leaving behind a ten year legacy like none other and setting a very high bar for future federations. It…it’s actually very saddening the more I think about it since, while at the other company I work at feels like an everyday job, this place feels like a genuine family. Heh, sure there were blood and battered bodies but all families are dysfunctional one way or the other. Hah…ha………damn, it feels so depressing.
So many fond memories I’ve had here and, if anything, if APW never existed then I’d probably be some loser on the internet all the time wishing I could be something more than a nobody…there wouldn’t be a Robina Hood with an APW. However I ain’t going to spend the entire time fighting my feelings…APW plans to finish off their legacy with a bang and I plan to have my last scene end with my own legacy being truly established by making history twice in one night. On March twenty-eighth I am going to challenge Amy Zing for the North American Championship, for the very last time, in a triple threat match involving Young Mannie and I am going to make history twice by beating the both of you. If I win not only will it register me in the history books as the true final North American Champion, but it will also register me as the only person to have ever held that Championship twice. While Champion like Evan Envi, Logan Alexander and The Guv’nor have all been phenomenal, none of them have managed to hold that belt more than once. I will never be a Hall of Famer here, since I haven’t been here long enough, but I will definitely make myself a true legend here at both of your expenses.”
Isn’t Robina usually overconfident and arrogant? Yet she sounds look sad, depressed even, as she spoke her words about the history of this location as well as mentioning how APW has affected her, even going as far as saying that ‘there wouldn’t be a Robina Hood with an APW.’ However the Brit was slowly beginning to sound proud again when she stated her goal of becoming the only two time North American Champion.
“Oh you have something to say about that Amy Zing? Well here is some breaking news for you sunshine: I. Don’t. Care. For. What. You. Have. To. Say. Champ. While you spent your Survive and Conquer experience failing to represent this dying organisation, I defeated three of the best stars around by myself with nobody’s help but my own…which is a hell of a lot more than you have to say for yourself Amy. Sure you won that belt from me back in August time but you did it with the help of a Japanese idiot no one has seen, or heard from, since our little excursion in Japan and it was even during that time in Japan that you managed to pin me in Title defence with the help of that very same worthless piece of trash.
Hell at first I was a little sceptical about the idea of another third wheel being involved in our match Amy, since - being the person you are - you would have probably made a last second agreement with that person to screw me over. But then I realised who that third wheel was, Young Mannie…the guy you not only had a, so-called, rivalry with but also the guy you failed to beat in, if I remember correctly, two or so North American Championship matches. Oh! How could I forget about you attacking Mannie’s uncle for practically no reason? To tell the truth I found such a thing to be quite humorous but - unfortunately for you - while I don’t have an uncle for you to assault like a criminal, I can happily you with just enough ass kicking to not only walk out of Rasslemania as a two time North American Champion, but also to make you think you’ve been indoctrinated by a Reaper from the Mass Effect series.”
Now the full arrogance is back in the voice of the nineteen year old Englishwoman. Unlike the vast majority of her promos Robina Hood is already wearing her red military style dress as the purple haired dynamo referenced one of the moments of Amy’s old feud with Mannie, blatantly not caring much if the semi-transparent front of the lower half of her dress cause the viewers to blush or not. An overconfident grin appeared the Iron Maiden’s face moments after she referenced one of her favourite Sci-Fi video games, respectfully placing the poppies down as she did so.
“Heh, you know what still amazes me the most about your Title reign, Amy? Sure your name is Amy Zing, which is suppose to be a pun about the word ‘amazing’ but that ain’t it Amy. What I find to be the most amazing about your reign is…how the hell could even have one when you’re literally the only person in Action Packed Wrestling that I am actually bigger than. You’re so tiny…I mean, come on, I wouldn’t be surprised if at least half your opponents have mistaken you for a child who is desperately addicted to adrenaline. Sure you’re the fastest opponent I’ve ever had but no matter how much you fly about, the moment I catch you will be the moment you won’t be able to fly again…you’ll be a fly and I’ll be the Venus flytrap.
Oh and sure your kicks are as painful as fuck, so painful in fact that my leg actually ended up getting a bruise from our last match together, but there is something about kicks that is so simple that nobody can actually focus on it. To kick somebody you actually need to be able to use both your legs, one to execute the kick and the other maintain balance, and if somebody - like dear little me for example - grabs a hold of one of your legs and accidentally do some ‘things,’ like bashing it against the steel steps many times and constantly twisting it at such unnatural angles for a pair of examples, then that could possibly make you unable to execute a simple kick…let alone that Fenghuang Kick of yours. How will you win if you can’t do your finishing move Amy? The answer is simpler than the question…you can’t win, Amy, you won’t be able to win this triple threat match.”
Halfway through her words Miss Hood decided to stand herself up, out from the poppies, and spread her arms out as if embracing the cool refreshing breeze that is blowing in the wind. Even though her arms were spread the forest-dweller’s eyes darted themselves towards the camera as a more sickened voice began to be easier to heard as she spoke of how she could injure Amy’s legs. She even laughed once she said her final sentence. It was while she was laughing that Robina reached her right hand back and brought a rose out. Where could have possibly came from? That question isn’t going to be answered as the demented archer continued to speak once the rose was in front of her face.
“But to win a triple threat match you need to beat not one person, but two people and the third wheel in the seventh or so confrontation in the ‘Amy versus Robina’ saga is Young Mannie…the guy I defeated in that fatal four way back in Germany last month. I ain’t Charles Xavier but I can easily predict that you might be fuming a little bit from when I used your dear Jacinta as a weapon against Stefan Raab, putting her in harms way in the process, and I’m guessing that you want me to apologise for such actions. Well here is some breaking news for you sunshine…I ain’t apologising for shit. She chose to be at ringside, I saw the opportunity and I took it. I am definitely not going to apologise for putting somebody, that I’ve ran out of fucks to give about, in harms way and, if anything, I’ll happily do it again if it gives me an advantage in any shape or form.
Why is that Mannie? Because I’ve been in wars before against Hackney Hammers, Hong Kong Sensations and I’ve even took Aubrey J Parker to the absolute limit in the one and only confrontation me and her ever had. And let me tell you this Mannie…I’ve learnt that while conviction, power, speed and unpredictability are useful assets…wars are won with intelligence and knowledge. Hell these poppies are all the evidence I need, since there would have been a lot less of them if these noble lions weren’t led by such idiotic donkeys. It was with such intelligence that I overcame you in that four way match at Survive and Conquer and I can absolutely say, without a shadow of doubt, that my superior intelligence shall help me overcome you once again. Hell, if anything, I might even try crippling you at Rasslemania just to see you writhe about on the mat.”
Even though talking about the ‘third wheel’ in this match, the nineteen year old’s eyes seem more fixated upon the flower within her grip than actually speaking of the guy who co-main evented One Night In Hell. If anything the young female sounded more and more egotistical with every word she relaxingly said yet the moment she finished her words Robina suddenly pointed the rose head towards the recording device.
“Oh, did I sound somewhat hateful Mannie? Well, did you ever consider the possibility that there is a reason behind it Mannie? I do know that you haven gotten along well with my good friend Sienna Harrison, and that you’re technically a ‘Sienna Guy,’ but do not let that lead you to the idea that I’ll help you in this match because I do feel some resentment towards you. Why so you ask? I have already beaten you and you have never attacked me like a coward, so I do understand why you would ask such a question. So I’ll simply give you the answer in its most simplest form…you never once said ‘thank you’ to me. Not once but twice I helped you, with the first being how I helped you pin Niobe Martin and the second was when I beat Warren Peace to shatter his momentum towards the match you had against him the following week, yet never once you took me to the said and said - to me face - thanks for the help.
Maybe it does soon like a slightly petty reason to feel some negativity towards you but while Sienna calls me her ‘Perfect Megastar’ I am not the perfect kind of person. So yeah I do hold a tiny bit of a grudge but, at Rasslemania Ten, I am so going to smile in pleasure as I take you out of my way. Sure, you could end up being the only two time North American Champion if you win this match but I will be damned, burned and crucified alive before I will EVER let you take this moment, that I have worked so damn hard for, from me.”
The sarcasm was obvious in her first question yet as these words progress onwards it became easier and easier to notice the amount of aggression increasing in the young megastar’s voice, especially when she declared that she would be ‘damned, burned and crucified alive’ before she’ll let him ‘take’ this Rasslemania moment from her. Moments after saying her words the Emo Princess lets go of the rose and the very moment the floor tapped the floor a bright light shot out, completely blinding the camera. Once the device regained focus it easily recognised the brick walls of the Roman Colosseum it has been taken to many times. The exact location is in the middle of the area, in front of a wooden stage, like it was the first time it was taken here. It was easily to spot Robina Hood sitting on the edge of the stage as a look of pure sadness was across her face.
“I can’t believe that this is the last time I’ll show my Theatre of the Deranged here…”
She said with a light sigh before changing her attention fully onto the camera lens.
“My blood, my sweat, my tears have all gone into the North American Championship, quite literally. Ever since day one of my fifteen month career in APW I have been desperate to get that Championship around my waist. I’ve been through cages matches, ladder matches, had my nose explode in the middle of the ring and I even had a guy’s teeth dug deep into my bottom just to get that belt in my hands. Hell, I was so committed that I chose to stay on Meltdown for six months instead of leaving at the very first opportunity, like Young Mannie did.
And in that I see a very clear reason why I will be the one to become two time North American Champion, not you puppet. You can have all the adverts, sponsorships and even media appearance you like Mannie, you can even have all the advice in the world from both your managers…you won’t be able to beat me for one reason. Commitment…I was more than committed enough to do what it took to beat you at Survive and Conquer last month, from raking some high risks to capitalising on any opportunity present, and it will be with this commitment that I’ll outlast you in this war for the North American Championship.”
While she does sound very angry, as well as confident, the passion in Robina Hood’s voice was virtually impossible to ignore as the way she puffed out her chest in a slightly haughty way. As the young Brit spoke however the camera easy began to notice that, just peeping out the pale beauty’s cleavage, is the head of a rose.
“But where did this commitment come from…none other than Amy Zing. Why is that Amy? Because you’re the only person to have ever beaten me, via pin fall, multiple times. You pinned me for that Championship, you pinned me in a none Title rematch and you not only pinned me again, but you also stripped me down to my bra and panties and spanked me like an adolescent child in Japan. Nobody has such a great record over me…not Niobe, not Aubrey and not even The Guv’nor has managed to achieve such a record.
And to tell the solid truth Amy, I want to beat you…I want to damage you…I want to take your head and rip it clean off, like a fatality from Mortal Kombat, in front of EVERYONE in Canada! I want to do all of that to you so I can win back my North American Championship. Why am I so obsessed with taking my Title off you Amy? You want to guess? Then be my guest since I can guarantee it that neither you nor Mannie can tell, since I don’t want the Title to prove that I am the Perfect Megastar, neither do I really want it for all the history that’ll come with it. The reason is this…because I need that belt.”
The moment ‘need that belt’ left her lips the purple haired megastar’s shoulder slouched and her calm, cocky, posture seemed to have disappeared completely. If anything it looks like, for the first time in APW, Robina is letting her true self, Megan McCrea, appear.
“I worked so hard to get that belt and once I was announced as the new holder I ended up in tears as the feeling that, after all the struggles I’ve gone through and the personal sacrifices I’ve made, I have finally become more than some little girl afraid of being alone in the dark. Yet when you took that Title from in little over a month, all that satisfaction completely vanished…as if everything I’ve work so hard for was all for nothing. So while you want to defend your belt to prove you deserve that Title…I badly need to beat you, and Mannie, to prove to myself that my struggles weren’t for nothing…that my sacrifices weren’t in vain…and, most importantly…to prove that my Championship reign was not a fluke. At Rasslemania I, like those in the field of poppies, shall make my final gamble, all or nothing…the North American Championship or nothing. Amy…Mannie…I will give my final scene the ending I’m willing to give what I have left for…me with the North American Championship in my hands, even if for the final time.”
While saying her words the Duchess of Nottingham’s right hand carefully pulled the rose out her cleavage yet tears easily became visible on her face. The moment ‘final time’ left her lips Robin…Megan McCrea drops the rose. The moment it touched the floor a bright light emerged and blinded the camera, the last image the lens saw - before being completely engulfed - being the tearful face of the usually haughty Robina Hood.
