Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 10:28:14 GMT
Last week she wept, hospitalised an innocent cameraman and wept again before, on the very next night, winning her debuting match by using her Decapitation clothesline on Blyss Lockhart…well technically it’s Megan McCrea’s second match, why was that? Well earlier in the year, under the ‘Emo Princess’ moniker, the purple-haired Brit was about to debut against a fellow nobody but the match never officially started since Sophie Oliveira came out and basically took Megan’s opponent out, thus leaving the match as no contest. But, while that was Emo Princess, last week’s triple threat victory was the debut of Megan McCrea…yet, after what took place the night before, who could blame the camera operators for not wanting to go near this destructively emotional wreck? Well tonight will be Megan’s second match as she takes on Genesis, the woman who’ve fixated herself with taking the Starlets Championship from Sophie Oliveira, but where could the Queen of Scream be? In the women’s locker room, staying in the corner to keep away from fellow Animosity Starlets? In the General Manager’s office, being reprimanded for annihilating a harmless cameraman? Or even somewhere in the corridors, in a fetal position to hide her face form others like last time?
Wrong; she was not at any of these destinations, let alone doing any of these things, instead Megan was instead a room all alone. The room itself was probably nine feet wide, fifteen feet long and thirteen feet tall while it has been decorated to clearly assemble a classroom. There were four rows of three untouched desks, the back and side walls were covered in posters about mathematics and Shakespeare…and at the front of the class is an oak desk - with a pile of paper, a ballpoint pen, a black chunky pen and a chunky pen that doesn’t eject any ink - while behind it is an interactive whiteboard, with a blankly white screen on it, and a basic whiteboard right next to it. Sitting on the edge of the desk is none other than Megan McCrea herself. Her purple hair organised into some kind of Asian bun at the back while she was wearing some kind of teacher’s uniform, the beige tight-fitting top revealing quite a lot of her cleavage while the matching colour and equally tight-fitting miniskirt was so short that even walking would cause the lowest third of her dark violet panties to be revealed, with a pair of black high heel boots…does this Starlet have some kind of plan for her husband after finishing this promo or something?
“Welcome to class everybody, my name is Missus McCrea but I don’t mind being referred as my first name, Megan. But today the subject of our class is…”
After introducing herself the Emo Princess made sure her glasses covered her eyes as she took goy off the desk. Her hand clutched onto the inked chunky pen and took a few steps towards the board, failing to notice her skirt raising up with each step she took, before beginning to write seven letters onto the board.
“G-E-N-E-S-I-S…Genesis.”
After writing down the letters, smiling lightly as she did so, Megan dropped the pen and reached both hands downwards to pull the bottom of her miniskirt down before spinning around, putting her back against the wall, before blushing deeply.
“Hey don’t look! I’m married you know…you won’t look? Swear on it? Good, let’s continue our lesson then.”
It’s almost like Megan is actually teaching a class even though it is more than obvious that there is nobody else in the room except for this eighteen year old mother of one. But after finishing her words McCrea smiled sweetly as she bent over, picked up the chucky pen and placed it back on the desk before opening one of the draws and pulled out some kind of book. Once it was pulled out Megan raised it up and pointed to it with her left hand.
“This is Genesis…a book…but not just any kind of book, no; it’s the very first book of the Pentateuch, or in other words, the very first book of the Bible. I’m sorry class but I didn’t fully read the book but from the little I skim read…Genesis describes, in a religious standpoint, how the world we live on was created. Don’t worry class, this isn’t some boring Religious Studies lesson since I’m probably more of a sinner than a saint…but, interestingly, there are more than one kind of Genesis…”
Moments after admitting that she is slightly secular, Megan placed the book onto the desk and pushed it off the side, the book landing perfectly in the recycling bin next to the desk. Afterwards the Queen of Scream picked up the inkless pen with her right hand and tapped it’s point against the blank interactive whiteboard, causing an picture of one Megan Hauser beaten down on the mat to show up on the screen.
“This, class, is the other kind of Genesis…a Muppet that spends most of her time laying down on the mat, yet she aims to become the new Starlets Champion. Though I guess I can’t blame this child for being so obtuse about her talent…after all she did beat one Sophie Oliveira in a match of zero importance quite a while ago. But now this Genesis think she can beat one of the more successful women on the roster, it seems that the ‘Brian James Stupidity Disease’ can catch women as well as men. Yet I must be grateful to one ‘Jayceon’ for believing in my talent enough to give me quite a high profile match in only my second match. What do you think Genesis? Do you think this is a high profile match for me or a warm-up match for you? A warm-up you say? Wrong. Why are you wrong? Because I said so and you know the unwritten rule of all classes…the teacher’s always right. Don’t believe in me? Why not ask Blyss Lockhart and Jessica Harmony? They make relevant references don’t they? I mean, I not only defeated but dominated those two bimbos, from start to finish.”
While starting to speak her words Megan pressed the pen against the screen and drew an invisible circle on it, the screen reacting by drawing a black circle around the face of Genesis. The manner that the Iron Maiden was currently speaking in seems to be one of a teacher, even though there aren’t anybody in the room for her to teach. At the moment the first question left her lips Megan pointed the inkless pen towards the middle seat in the front row of this empty room. While beginning to ask more and more questions McCrea moved her away around the desk and placed her elbows down on the desk, slightly bent forwards at the waist. Her words were cheerful but moments after finishing those words the young woman’s legs collapsed down and she ended up on her knees while her face has changed from happy to sad.
“Maybe you don’t think that I deserve to be here. Maybe you don’t need to worry about me…or maybe you don’t have a clue what you are heading into. After all a simple triple threat isn’t what I call ‘fun,’ no, I prefer a simple one-on-one occasion…especially if there will be nobody to save your pretty face, your soft flesh and your ever so alluring blood from my clutches. I don’t know how you’ve beaten Sophie, Genesis, but I’m not at all worried about that since it won’t work on me. Like I said last week, I have no interest in winning Championship, but I don’t mind if I take you completely out of the Starlet Championship picture and onto the shelf…since I’m kind of what people would call a sadist, I mean it isn’t my fault that making people scream in pain is quite fun…I was just born that way. Then again, why would I expect you to understand? My parents never understood and made lie after lie before branding me psychiatrically disordered, as if I was some piece of meat that needed identification. So you don’t need to know me Genesis, since I don’t want to nor need to know you as anything other than the next person I hurt Megan…”
The tone of her voice drastically changed from happy and positive to doom and gloom as she spoke her first sentence. The eighteen year old’s voice however changed from sad to annoyed after her third or so line…is this woman suffering from any mental disabilities? Either she does or is just a phenomenal actress, nothing is purely certain as Megan started to speak more darkly, even admitting to being somewhat of a sadist, before slowly moving back up to her feet as she continued to talk out to thin air. The atmosphere began to feel both sinister and claustrophobic…until McCrea suddenly giggled after saying her first name…maybe her mental stability could be questionable.
“Sorry about that, hehe, I just find it quite find it very funny that we both got the same first name, ha-ha. It’s so cute…almost as cute as the expression across your face when the match starts, or even when I’m ready to finish you off, hehe. Purple-haired Megan versus wannabe Champion Megan, hehe, it’s sounds so damn weird….don’t worry Genesis; while right now I’m in a chuckling mood, hehe, later tonight I’ll take you more than seriously since I’m not the kind of wolf who lets her prey escape unharmed in anyway or form. Maybe, after I’ve beaten you, maybe I should ask how it felt to be Decapitated…so I can warn my next victim, hehe. You’re more experienced than me, more skilled than me and most likely more mentally stable than me…but beating the hell out of someone who should be better than me will be so bloody fun, hehe. You can put as many submissions as you enjoy on me, you can talk about how much you want to be Starlets Champion and you can down talk me all you like, hehe, it won’t mean a thing to me…since I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, that I am tougher than you Genesis and in the end…that will be all that matters in our tonight’s game of cat and mouse.”
It seems that Megan is struggling to speak out her words as she continued to giggle at random intervals but the purple-haired female refused to stop herself from speaking out her words as her tone changed from saddened to enjoyed. Halfway through her words the Emo Princess fully stood up and walked over to the desk before placing the inkless pen back down and turned to face the child that isn’t there. Her cheerful possess a small sense of mischief in it as Megan referred to the Battle of the Megans, later tonight, as a ‘game of cat and mouse.’ Once the young Brit finished speaking her words she stood up from the desk, walked over to the only door in the room before glancing back over to the empty room with a playful grin on her face.
“Just like your chances of beating me, Genesis, class is dismissed.”
Moments after saying those words McCrea smiled lightly and exited the classroom before shutting the door behind, leaving the room to be used by whoever wants to use the free space.