Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 10:27:20 GMT
Sitting on the ground, all alone backstage, is a purple haired woman. Her back was against the wall as she was in some kind of fetal position, her arms wrapped around her knees as they pressed against her chest with her head laying on top of her knees. The girl’s eyes were looking down at the floor, seemingly lost and utterly around, but whenever a member of the backstage crew come along and tried to check if the female is alright…she backed herself more and more against the wall, trying to get away from them. So in the end the crew walked pass this girl like she wasn’t even there.
“Everyone’s so scary…”
This starlet is none other than Megan McCrea. Earlier in the year, under the ‘Emo Princess’ moniker she tried to breakthrough as a wrestler but never got a match let alone impressed anybody…so Megan began a stagehand, somebody who helps to set up the equipment and the locations of any segment that a superstar or starlet want to have, but eventually the purple-haired lady felt discontented so she decided to sign back up as a starlet, under her real name. But currently McCrea doesn’t look like someone ready for a triple threat match, which happens to be taking place tomorrow night as the opener for Monday Night Animosity, if anything she looks like someone who is in desperate need or not only help but also someone to talk to…this however changed as McCrea slowly rose her head up, her eyes shut as the expression on her face was indicating that she was sniffing the air. What in the air could gather this young woman’s attention? Within moments the ‘Last Martyr’ stood herself up and began to walk through the corridor, guided by her sense of smell since her eyes are still shut. This stroll, which others would deem as odd, reached it’s end as Megan stood still and opened her eyes…what she saw was a cameraman with a broken camera next to him, a bruise on his forehead and blood rolling down from his nose down to his chin.
“Oh, sorry for creating a sce…”
Before the male could even finish his sentence the left hand of ‘Iron Maiden’ moved to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her face…is Megan planning to kiss the guy!?! Does he even know that she is already married!?!
“Hm…what beauti…”
The guy was about to lean forward for a kiss as he began to say his words but was immediately stopped when index finger of McCrea’s right hand stroked before his nose. This left some of his blood on her finger and the guy was about to say something else but was stopped in pure disturbance as the starlet licked the blood off her finger. Moments after licking her finger the purple-haired female grinned while her left hand held more tightly onto his neck.
“…Tasty…”
Right after saying that one word, before the camera operator could do anything, she pushed his head down and threw her right knee upwards, causing the guy’s face to be smashed by her knee. His frame crumbled onto the floor like a ton of bricks as Megan lets go of her prey, completely unable to pick himself back up. This actually caught the attention of many other members of the crew, from fellow camera operators to prop managers, to gather around and see the male laying down at the feet of this bizarre woman. Both of her hands moved down, got themselves a good grip of his hair, and pulled his head up…only to crash her left knee into his temple. A bright smile appeared on Megan’s face as more blood began to depart his face while the male’s body collapsed onto the floor.
“Tasty…but not tasty enough…I need something sweeter…brighter…more feminine. Perhaps a starlet will do? But where can I find one? Oh yeah, how silly of me, tomorrow night I get to meet two innocent starlets…what were their names again? Oh yes, Blyss Lockhart and Jessica Harmony, how foolish of me to forget about them. Jessica gives herself the name harmony but prefers for self as a rebel, a person who revolts against anything they want, a deceiver perhaps? Who knows, none of that matters to me Jessica, all that matters to me is one thing…an art piece…a masterpiece…a form of expression. Your screams shall make beautiful tune…while your blood could make the perfect paint for my hand to use on out canvas…a beautiful, colourful and marvellous masterpiece. Tomorrow night let me make that out of you…”
Some of the crew members wanted to help the bleeding cameraman but none of them were brave enough to approach as Megan seems to be talking to herself. Is the former named ‘Emo Princess’ mad? Or has she never been sane? No one truly knows since this is the very first time Megan has actually spoken up while backstage, people normally seeing her as a quiet lonely type. Moments after finishing her words the ‘Queen of Scream’ raised up her right foot and stamped it down quite hard on the guy’s left hand, the sound of bone crunching easily overshadowed by the male’s scream of pain.
“What’s wrong…? There are hundreds of bones in your body…that was just one…”
After coldly saying those words a couple of directors began shouting at the runners to get the medical crew and at the moment the runners ran off McCrea glanced over to them with a twisted smile.
“You know that if you actually want to save him…then you can come over and try to take him from me…”
While saying those words the possibly demented woman slowly encircled her victim and then stamped down hard on the guy’s right ankle, ignoring his scream of pain as she continue to talk to herself.
“But what about Blyss? Who is Blyss? Is this Lockhart worth noticing or is she nothing more but my victim? I think you are nothing more than a victim Blyss…but who knows…you may become something…a somebody…a Champion…but for tomorrow you are nothing more, or less, than the next person I make suffer…I make beg for mercy…I make scream out in pain. You may want gold…movie deals…photo shoots…but I didn’t come here for any of those things. I came here for only one…no two things…to fight people…and to maim people. Tomorrow night, be it the first or the last, I’m going to enjoy mutilating you Lockhart…just be patient and soon enough I’ll be able to your hair out, strand by strand…”
Moments after finishing her words Megan stamped down on the male’s right shoulder, smiling delightfully when hearing him screaming in pain, before beginning to walk away from him…the rest of the crew quickly running over to check on the obviously injured male.
“Just you both wait Blyss Lockhart…Jessica Harmony…in just one night I’ll enjoy hunting you both down.”
Once the purple-haired female was finished speaking McCrea began laughing quite loudly while walking over to her original spot…where she collapsed back down into a fetal position, shivering lightly at the thought whatever is roaming through her mind.
“Everyone’s so scary…”
This starlet is none other than Megan McCrea. Earlier in the year, under the ‘Emo Princess’ moniker she tried to breakthrough as a wrestler but never got a match let alone impressed anybody…so Megan began a stagehand, somebody who helps to set up the equipment and the locations of any segment that a superstar or starlet want to have, but eventually the purple-haired lady felt discontented so she decided to sign back up as a starlet, under her real name. But currently McCrea doesn’t look like someone ready for a triple threat match, which happens to be taking place tomorrow night as the opener for Monday Night Animosity, if anything she looks like someone who is in desperate need or not only help but also someone to talk to…this however changed as McCrea slowly rose her head up, her eyes shut as the expression on her face was indicating that she was sniffing the air. What in the air could gather this young woman’s attention? Within moments the ‘Last Martyr’ stood herself up and began to walk through the corridor, guided by her sense of smell since her eyes are still shut. This stroll, which others would deem as odd, reached it’s end as Megan stood still and opened her eyes…what she saw was a cameraman with a broken camera next to him, a bruise on his forehead and blood rolling down from his nose down to his chin.
“Oh, sorry for creating a sce…”
Before the male could even finish his sentence the left hand of ‘Iron Maiden’ moved to the back of his neck and pulled him closer to her face…is Megan planning to kiss the guy!?! Does he even know that she is already married!?!
“Hm…what beauti…”
The guy was about to lean forward for a kiss as he began to say his words but was immediately stopped when index finger of McCrea’s right hand stroked before his nose. This left some of his blood on her finger and the guy was about to say something else but was stopped in pure disturbance as the starlet licked the blood off her finger. Moments after licking her finger the purple-haired female grinned while her left hand held more tightly onto his neck.
“…Tasty…”
Right after saying that one word, before the camera operator could do anything, she pushed his head down and threw her right knee upwards, causing the guy’s face to be smashed by her knee. His frame crumbled onto the floor like a ton of bricks as Megan lets go of her prey, completely unable to pick himself back up. This actually caught the attention of many other members of the crew, from fellow camera operators to prop managers, to gather around and see the male laying down at the feet of this bizarre woman. Both of her hands moved down, got themselves a good grip of his hair, and pulled his head up…only to crash her left knee into his temple. A bright smile appeared on Megan’s face as more blood began to depart his face while the male’s body collapsed onto the floor.
“Tasty…but not tasty enough…I need something sweeter…brighter…more feminine. Perhaps a starlet will do? But where can I find one? Oh yeah, how silly of me, tomorrow night I get to meet two innocent starlets…what were their names again? Oh yes, Blyss Lockhart and Jessica Harmony, how foolish of me to forget about them. Jessica gives herself the name harmony but prefers for self as a rebel, a person who revolts against anything they want, a deceiver perhaps? Who knows, none of that matters to me Jessica, all that matters to me is one thing…an art piece…a masterpiece…a form of expression. Your screams shall make beautiful tune…while your blood could make the perfect paint for my hand to use on out canvas…a beautiful, colourful and marvellous masterpiece. Tomorrow night let me make that out of you…”
Some of the crew members wanted to help the bleeding cameraman but none of them were brave enough to approach as Megan seems to be talking to herself. Is the former named ‘Emo Princess’ mad? Or has she never been sane? No one truly knows since this is the very first time Megan has actually spoken up while backstage, people normally seeing her as a quiet lonely type. Moments after finishing her words the ‘Queen of Scream’ raised up her right foot and stamped it down quite hard on the guy’s left hand, the sound of bone crunching easily overshadowed by the male’s scream of pain.
“What’s wrong…? There are hundreds of bones in your body…that was just one…”
After coldly saying those words a couple of directors began shouting at the runners to get the medical crew and at the moment the runners ran off McCrea glanced over to them with a twisted smile.
“You know that if you actually want to save him…then you can come over and try to take him from me…”
While saying those words the possibly demented woman slowly encircled her victim and then stamped down hard on the guy’s right ankle, ignoring his scream of pain as she continue to talk to herself.
“But what about Blyss? Who is Blyss? Is this Lockhart worth noticing or is she nothing more but my victim? I think you are nothing more than a victim Blyss…but who knows…you may become something…a somebody…a Champion…but for tomorrow you are nothing more, or less, than the next person I make suffer…I make beg for mercy…I make scream out in pain. You may want gold…movie deals…photo shoots…but I didn’t come here for any of those things. I came here for only one…no two things…to fight people…and to maim people. Tomorrow night, be it the first or the last, I’m going to enjoy mutilating you Lockhart…just be patient and soon enough I’ll be able to your hair out, strand by strand…”
Moments after finishing her words Megan stamped down on the male’s right shoulder, smiling delightfully when hearing him screaming in pain, before beginning to walk away from him…the rest of the crew quickly running over to check on the obviously injured male.
“Just you both wait Blyss Lockhart…Jessica Harmony…in just one night I’ll enjoy hunting you both down.”
Once the purple-haired female was finished speaking McCrea began laughing quite loudly while walking over to her original spot…where she collapsed back down into a fetal position, shivering lightly at the thought whatever is roaming through her mind.