Post by raven on Jan 4, 2014 16:47:44 GMT -5
It felt a bit shit but procrastination is such a bitch, lol.
A sigh of relief escaped the lips of one Violet Rose as she exited one of the locker rooms and arrive at the backstage area, the time being an hour after the PURE Wrestling episode came to a close. Why is she relieved? Because she finally returned from the concussion to attack one John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, who happen to be the person who gave her that concussion in the first place? Indeed the reason is that. After glancing to her left and right Violet reached her hands up towards her eye mask, perhaps the purple hair superhero think that there is nobody in the arena at this time? Only to suddenly stop herself when her name was called out. Rose snapped her head in the direction of whoever that voice came from, to find a PURE Wrestling’s own interviewer Jenny Perry. The nineteen year old sighed lightly, personally glad to have not accidentally revealed herself to the person nearby as a cameraman emerged from behind the interviewer. She positioned herself next to the hero, not even bothering to ask permission for this interview, and held the microphone up to her lips before beginning to speak.
“Hello there, my name is Jenny Perry and with me at this very moment is the returning Violet Rose. Rose, let me be the first to say that it is great to have you back on our roster. How does it feel to come back into the squared circle?”
Moments after saying the superhero’s name the interviewer turned to face this very hero as she continued to speak. Rose meanwhile gave out an expression revealing that she knows is lying when she said that it is great to have her back. Yet instead of immediately answering the question Rose simply stretched her arms out and yawned lightly, showing that she is bored of the interview already, before finally speaking up.
“Well, to be more honest than you, I believe that I’ve delayed my return but anyway…I’m quite glad to be back and, by the reaction of the crowd - when I sprayed my mist into John’s eyes - alone, it is nice to see that they’ve missed me.”
The small nineteen year old actually sounded like she was proud of what she did to the J3S Experience. The interviewer was slightly surprised at this yet, without wasting a single moment, she asked her second question.
“Talking about John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, why did you make your return at his expense?”
“He kicked me in the fucking head.”
The instantaneousness of that answer shocked the interviewer. Especially considering that heroes are suppose to be role models for little children, thus they shouldn’t swear. Yet instead of waiting for a third question Rose continued to speak.
“He kicked me in the head and I was out cold. I was knocked unconscious by such a wanker. Do you know it feels to be unconscious? Neither do I since the only I can remember is when I entered that building, before the match, and when I finally came back to. The first thing I saw, when I regained consciousness, was the face of my lover. In her eyes I saw joy and happiness but I could also see the tears she was holding back, as well as dread and fear that she was trying to hide behind her smile. I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on John so I can get my revenge to the fullest of pleasurable expense.”
“Well…”
The interviewer started, startled by how much Rose seems to want the head of mister Schmidt.
“You won’t have to wait long for your revenge. Earlier in the night, the commercial break following your attack to be exact, John stormed the office of the Co-General Managers and demanded a match against you at our Crisis pay-per-view. One of the reasons I came here was-”
“Thank you!”
That sudden comment had a burst of both enjoyment and satisfaction.
“Thank you Rebel and Callahan. Thank you so very, fucking, much. Thank you for blessing me with permission to exact my vengeance on that plonker. Oh sure John….you’re bound to think that, due to me being a superhero, I’m just going to bruise you up a tiny little bit before simply going for the win. Well newsflash Schmidt, this ain’t no goddamn Silver Age! I’m not going in to win, I’m going in to kill. I’m going in to achieve justice against you. I’m going in to enlighten you with the experience of being knocked unconscious. Sure I had me on my debut, I’ll give you that…but that was then, this is now and at Crisis I’m going to make sure that you are unable to leave the arena without a goddamn stretcher. Hell once it is all said and down, the last thing that’ll go through your mind before you pass you to the darkness is five bloody words…you fucking asked for it.”
After saying those five very words Rose glanced towards the partly mortified Perry, immediately realising that she was probably expecting a more kind and gentle, Superman-like, hero that is out for justice instead of vengeance. Perhaps John’s foot had a bigger affect on the superhero than simple unconsciousness?
“You bloody asked for this, John, all of it. Me kicking your head in. Me breaking your limbs. Me ticking my fingers into your eyes, hooking it and ripping your goddamn eyeballs out. You asked for every-single-piece of this ass kicking that I plan on giving you John. While you might be worried about getting my mist out of your clothes, or even some stupid children’s rhyme, what you should be worrying about is one question…how much fury does a scorn woman have? Everyone has heard of ‘hell hath no fury like a women's scorn’ but how much fury does one truly have? Heh, let’s find out the answer at Crisis, John. Until then I’ll give you some advice. Pray…church, mosque, temple, the location nor religion doesn’t matter has long as you pray for mercy from whichever lord grants you any…because, at Crisis, I ain’t giving you any. You started this John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt and I’m going to end it.”
Is this girl really a superhero!?! Well she is but that can be almost questionable with how she is currently speaking…or perhaps the comics were wrong about how heroes are suppose to act? Who knows. Either way, after finishing her words rather darkly, Violet Rose simply re-entered the locker room she came from, possibly indicating that the interview is over. Jenny easily read the motion and hinted the cameraman that the interview is over so he simply pressed stop on the camera before switching it off altogether…ending this piece of footage in the process.
“Hello there, my name is Jenny Perry and with me at this very moment is the returning Violet Rose. Rose, let me be the first to say that it is great to have you back on our roster. How does it feel to come back into the squared circle?”
Moments after saying the superhero’s name the interviewer turned to face this very hero as she continued to speak. Rose meanwhile gave out an expression revealing that she knows is lying when she said that it is great to have her back. Yet instead of immediately answering the question Rose simply stretched her arms out and yawned lightly, showing that she is bored of the interview already, before finally speaking up.
“Well, to be more honest than you, I believe that I’ve delayed my return but anyway…I’m quite glad to be back and, by the reaction of the crowd - when I sprayed my mist into John’s eyes - alone, it is nice to see that they’ve missed me.”
The small nineteen year old actually sounded like she was proud of what she did to the J3S Experience. The interviewer was slightly surprised at this yet, without wasting a single moment, she asked her second question.
“Talking about John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, why did you make your return at his expense?”
“He kicked me in the fucking head.”
The instantaneousness of that answer shocked the interviewer. Especially considering that heroes are suppose to be role models for little children, thus they shouldn’t swear. Yet instead of waiting for a third question Rose continued to speak.
“He kicked me in the head and I was out cold. I was knocked unconscious by such a wanker. Do you know it feels to be unconscious? Neither do I since the only I can remember is when I entered that building, before the match, and when I finally came back to. The first thing I saw, when I regained consciousness, was the face of my lover. In her eyes I saw joy and happiness but I could also see the tears she was holding back, as well as dread and fear that she was trying to hide behind her smile. I honestly cannot wait to get my hands on John so I can get my revenge to the fullest of pleasurable expense.”
“Well…”
The interviewer started, startled by how much Rose seems to want the head of mister Schmidt.
“You won’t have to wait long for your revenge. Earlier in the night, the commercial break following your attack to be exact, John stormed the office of the Co-General Managers and demanded a match against you at our Crisis pay-per-view. One of the reasons I came here was-”
“Thank you!”
That sudden comment had a burst of both enjoyment and satisfaction.
“Thank you Rebel and Callahan. Thank you so very, fucking, much. Thank you for blessing me with permission to exact my vengeance on that plonker. Oh sure John….you’re bound to think that, due to me being a superhero, I’m just going to bruise you up a tiny little bit before simply going for the win. Well newsflash Schmidt, this ain’t no goddamn Silver Age! I’m not going in to win, I’m going in to kill. I’m going in to achieve justice against you. I’m going in to enlighten you with the experience of being knocked unconscious. Sure I had me on my debut, I’ll give you that…but that was then, this is now and at Crisis I’m going to make sure that you are unable to leave the arena without a goddamn stretcher. Hell once it is all said and down, the last thing that’ll go through your mind before you pass you to the darkness is five bloody words…you fucking asked for it.”
After saying those five very words Rose glanced towards the partly mortified Perry, immediately realising that she was probably expecting a more kind and gentle, Superman-like, hero that is out for justice instead of vengeance. Perhaps John’s foot had a bigger affect on the superhero than simple unconsciousness?
“You bloody asked for this, John, all of it. Me kicking your head in. Me breaking your limbs. Me ticking my fingers into your eyes, hooking it and ripping your goddamn eyeballs out. You asked for every-single-piece of this ass kicking that I plan on giving you John. While you might be worried about getting my mist out of your clothes, or even some stupid children’s rhyme, what you should be worrying about is one question…how much fury does a scorn woman have? Everyone has heard of ‘hell hath no fury like a women's scorn’ but how much fury does one truly have? Heh, let’s find out the answer at Crisis, John. Until then I’ll give you some advice. Pray…church, mosque, temple, the location nor religion doesn’t matter has long as you pray for mercy from whichever lord grants you any…because, at Crisis, I ain’t giving you any. You started this John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt and I’m going to end it.”
Is this girl really a superhero!?! Well she is but that can be almost questionable with how she is currently speaking…or perhaps the comics were wrong about how heroes are suppose to act? Who knows. Either way, after finishing her words rather darkly, Violet Rose simply re-entered the locker room she came from, possibly indicating that the interview is over. Jenny easily read the motion and hinted the cameraman that the interview is over so he simply pressed stop on the camera before switching it off altogether…ending this piece of footage in the process.