Post by Megan Treamon on Mar 18, 2019 15:29:56 GMT -6
“I know that the last time we spoke I told you to shut up…”
Enter our ears as we find ourselves outside The Cow Palace. Why so? Because standing by herself is the purple haired competitor known as Robina Hood. In her red military style dress, but with a noticeable amount of white taping wrapped around her waist, the self-proclaimed ‘God of FSW’ lowers her head down before tilting it back up.
“But I’m sorry…please talk to me for I need your help.”
Our vision pans over to what The Purple Haired Dynamo is talking to…the statue of Otaki, the personality Miss Hood has often referred to as her ‘weaker self’. We look back to see an expression of gratitude etch itself across the demented archer’s face. However this was only for a split moment before the milky skinned woman clutches hard at the side of her bandaging and she almost collapses with a look of pure agony. Luckily the Englishwoman doesn’t fall as, with pain filled eyes, she looks back up towards the statue.
“I always said that I was the stronger one, even calling myself ‘The God of FSW’, but I am unable to win a single match this year. Don’t you get started on that eight month losing streak, at least you got gold out of it. At this moment any gold is getting further and further away from us. And then what that doctor said a few weeks ago…”
She looks down at her bandaging before looking up to continue.
“That we have only a few months left until we are deemed medically unable to compete anymore…”
Sadly departs the milky skinned woman’s lips before she takes a moment to chuckle.
“I guess you were right. All the shit I’ve put us through would catch up eventually. But I know that neither of us want our legacy to end with more of a bang than a whimper. However I’ve come to realise, be it from getting kicked out of Slaughterhouse or the moment I lost us the FSW Championship again, that I cannot do this alone. I need your help now, like you needed mine those years ago. Nono, I’m serious…you’re the one who won Rumble in the Bronx, you’re the one with the record FSW Title reign and you’re the one everyone refers to as ‘Miss FSW’.”
A more serious look crawls upon the Englishwoman’s face.
“I myself couldn’t handle her but I know that you can be the one who can defeat Melody Malone. What do you mean I can do it? I tried and failed, hell that’s the reason why she is the FSW Champion. Yes, I agree that she has been a great one, but that is why I am here…”
Robina slowly lowers herself down to her knees in a somewhat defeated manner, which is further expressed by the way The Greatest Showman lowers her head.
“Because I was foolish to think I could do things alone. I was great those years ago but time has changed since then. You’re the one who have achieved success here and today. I was your protector back then but clearly you don’t need me anymore. You can survive without me now. I am the one holding you back now. I don’t understand what you mean when you keep saying that I can do it. If I could beat Melody I would still be the FSW Champion, wouldn’t I? But if you won’t fight her for me…”
The milky skinned woman lifts her face up to look directly towards the statue’s face.
“Then help me. You know that we don’t have long left…so let’s work together to end our last story with the grandest of finales.”
The Englishwoman closes her eyes for a moment as, for the first time we’ve seen in a while, a genuine smile appears upon the demented archer’s lips as her eyes open…revealing one blue and one iris as she gets up to her feet.
“Let’s do this.”
Robina declares with a more determined look on her multicolour eyed face before turning around to walk away, leaving us alone with the statue of Otaki - which seems not as bright as earlier - before everything fades to black.
Enter our ears as we find ourselves outside The Cow Palace. Why so? Because standing by herself is the purple haired competitor known as Robina Hood. In her red military style dress, but with a noticeable amount of white taping wrapped around her waist, the self-proclaimed ‘God of FSW’ lowers her head down before tilting it back up.
“But I’m sorry…please talk to me for I need your help.”
Our vision pans over to what The Purple Haired Dynamo is talking to…the statue of Otaki, the personality Miss Hood has often referred to as her ‘weaker self’. We look back to see an expression of gratitude etch itself across the demented archer’s face. However this was only for a split moment before the milky skinned woman clutches hard at the side of her bandaging and she almost collapses with a look of pure agony. Luckily the Englishwoman doesn’t fall as, with pain filled eyes, she looks back up towards the statue.
“I always said that I was the stronger one, even calling myself ‘The God of FSW’, but I am unable to win a single match this year. Don’t you get started on that eight month losing streak, at least you got gold out of it. At this moment any gold is getting further and further away from us. And then what that doctor said a few weeks ago…”
She looks down at her bandaging before looking up to continue.
“That we have only a few months left until we are deemed medically unable to compete anymore…”
Sadly departs the milky skinned woman’s lips before she takes a moment to chuckle.
“I guess you were right. All the shit I’ve put us through would catch up eventually. But I know that neither of us want our legacy to end with more of a bang than a whimper. However I’ve come to realise, be it from getting kicked out of Slaughterhouse or the moment I lost us the FSW Championship again, that I cannot do this alone. I need your help now, like you needed mine those years ago. Nono, I’m serious…you’re the one who won Rumble in the Bronx, you’re the one with the record FSW Title reign and you’re the one everyone refers to as ‘Miss FSW’.”
A more serious look crawls upon the Englishwoman’s face.
“I myself couldn’t handle her but I know that you can be the one who can defeat Melody Malone. What do you mean I can do it? I tried and failed, hell that’s the reason why she is the FSW Champion. Yes, I agree that she has been a great one, but that is why I am here…”
Robina slowly lowers herself down to her knees in a somewhat defeated manner, which is further expressed by the way The Greatest Showman lowers her head.
“Because I was foolish to think I could do things alone. I was great those years ago but time has changed since then. You’re the one who have achieved success here and today. I was your protector back then but clearly you don’t need me anymore. You can survive without me now. I am the one holding you back now. I don’t understand what you mean when you keep saying that I can do it. If I could beat Melody I would still be the FSW Champion, wouldn’t I? But if you won’t fight her for me…”
The milky skinned woman lifts her face up to look directly towards the statue’s face.
“Then help me. You know that we don’t have long left…so let’s work together to end our last story with the grandest of finales.”
The Englishwoman closes her eyes for a moment as, for the first time we’ve seen in a while, a genuine smile appears upon the demented archer’s lips as her eyes open…revealing one blue and one iris as she gets up to her feet.
“Let’s do this.”
Robina declares with a more determined look on her multicolour eyed face before turning around to walk away, leaving us alone with the statue of Otaki - which seems not as bright as earlier - before everything fades to black.
