Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 10:29:05 GMT
Scene One: A Simple-Minded Starlet
“We are a lamb lost within the world of twenty-first century wrestling…”
Were the words spoken out by Megan McCrea as she was all alone in the women’s showers. Even though she was talking the purple-haired Brit, who happens to dressed in only a white trowel, wasn’t talking to anyone or anybody…so who could she be talking to? Well the answer is none other than the reflection of herself within the mirror, very weird indeed but the only thing Megan is doing is just continuing to talk to the mirror.
“Yet in our third ever match we’ve been written to the role of welcome mat to one returning Sayge Jemson, the symbol of a typical twenty-first century diva. She spends half the year on a book tour and somebody expects me to be the one who makes this diva look good…why? Why should we be put down for the rise of someone else? We’re new and unique while she is like the majority of female wrestlers today…common…unoriginal…bland. We’ve won two out of two matches and yet we’re viewed as nothing more than welcome mats, us…welcome mats!?! Shouldn’t she be the stepping stone for us? Shouldn’t she be our stairway to heaven? Shouldn’t she be our next victim?”
“Why shouldn’t she be?”
Who was that voice? And where did it come from? Its obvious now that Megan is talking with somebody but who could that person be? It’s too early in the morning for any major crew member, let alone a Starlet, to be in the building so who could the other person be? Perhaps Megan is talking to her reflection in the mirror…but how is that possible? A reflection doesn’t talk…does it? And if so, then how is it’s voice more rough sounding than McCrea’s own voice? Shouldn’t a reflection have the same voice as the thing it’s reflecting?
“We’ve decapitated two broads before, so it’s easy to decapitate another. Sayge is nothing more than a typical twenty-first century diva…they’re all the same. Break their nail and they’ll think the world is over…after all, wasn’t it a broken nail that caused her to walk out of a World Title match? And yet ‘GQ Magazine’ named her ‘Woman of the Year’? A fitting stereotype isn’t it? While she has been glamorised as a false idol we’ve been haunted, daunted and taunted by those fakers…some of them clear because they want us to suspense our disbelief so that we would believe those people actually care about us…we aren’t going to believe that lie anymore, no, it all begins on Animosity…we’ll break those nails…we’ll gouge those pretty eyes out…we’ll put her hair out of their roots…we’ll break her bones and make her bleed. Sayge will never feel our pain no matter how much of it we give her…but while she’s across the ring from us we cannot give her any less than enough to make her suffer…to make her scream out in pain…to make her beg for mercy. But when she does beg we’ll ignore her pleas and rip the beauty out of that face. She’s nothing to use but a victim…not a friend or foe…a victim, our victim…our prey. We’re not rappers neither do we try to contain BO in a bottle and name it perfume…we fight Megan, we fight…we must fight, no we mustn’t…we must destroy Sayge Jemson, we must injure Sayge Jemson and we must hurt Sayge Jemson. She is a stereotypical sheep that ran off into the wolf’s den and it our duty, as the wolf, to kill…and feed…from this sheep. We’ve tried blood before but perhaps her blood is sweeter, purer, tastier…”
Okay, now it’s somewhat clear that it is indeed Megan’s reflection that the female is talking to as it vindictively spoke out to the girl formerly known as Emo Princess. The reflection looked menacing, vengeful and calculating but moments after the reflection spoke up the real Megan began to speak up.
“B-But wha-what if we’re really are nothing more than welcome mats? She’s a megastar…there is a reason why she have been on celebrity shows…she is also a former Women’s and Starlet Champion…maybe those people are right…I am nothing. I don’t stand a chance at all against someone so great…perhaps it really is game over…perhaps I can’t handle the pressure of such a big-time match…”
The real female appears as nothing compared to her reflected self…she stuttered the first couple of words while sounding doubtful, unconfident and insecure with each word that left the purple-haired Brit’s lips. Her reluctance to look at her own reflection further evidence the vast difference between the two personalities of the same person. But, rather surprisingly, the Last Martyr jumped in shock when her reflection almost shouted out the following two lines at her.
“Don’t talk ourselves down! We’ve lost nothing yet! We can beat her…we will beat her…we’ll leave her drowning in a blood of her own blood. This Monday we are a welcome mat…so let’s welcome her through pain, anguish and torture. Carrying titles around are no fun…but what would be fun is hearing Sayge scream out in pain, wouldn’t it?”
“Y-Yes…”
“Wouldn’t it be delightful to rip the beauty out of Sayge Jemson’s face? And wouldn’t it be exciting for us to rip that twenty-eight year old’s flesh open?”
“Y-Yes, it would…”
“And it would be ever so pleasing to break Sayge Jemson………wouldn’t it?”
“Yesss…it would be so exciting, so delighting, so mesmerising to make Sayge Jemson suffer so much. But how could we do it? How should we do it?”
It sounded almost sickening how Megan McCrea hissed out her final ‘yes’ in a snake-like fashion…but it’s as clear as day that her reflection as elected some confidence within the originally stuttering lass.
“Isn’t that the easy part Megan? We’ve decapitated two others before, so this third won’t be much harder than the last. But why rush to the finish? Where’s the fun in ending the suffering too early? We may never get a second chance to break a star so bright, so let’s treasure this victim…instead of going for a handful of hair let’s pull out a strand at a time. Instead of jabbing her in the eye let’s our claw deep into the socket, twist it around and drag the eyeball out. Life is too short for us so let’s treasure our game since this one might be the greatest one to impale itself onto our hook. Let’s show Sayge Jemson and every other woman backstage why we are the Iron Maiden…”
The reflection spoke with more and more confidence with every line that left those reflected lips. A thing that grew in parallel to the confidence was the aggression…the ruthlessness…the unmistakable thirst for the destruction of her adversaries. But moments after the words ‘Iron Maiden’ was voiced the mirror broke…but how could it break? By the fist that is pressed against the centre of this broken mirror. Some blood began to tinkle down the shattered glass, with the blood clearly coming from that right hand, but all that appeared on Megan’s face was a animally gruesome smile.
“And why we aren’t just a simple-minded Starlet…”
Oh…did I forget to mention that Megan was now completely naked? Her right hand, the one that she used to punch the looking glass, was originally holding onto the trowel so it wouldn’t fall down…but now, since she have just punched the massive piece of glass, the trowel have fallen down onto the floor. For a Starlet that often covers herself up, the purple-haired girl is actually quite a beauty in her own. Not as pretty as a model but more than pretty enough for a middleclass loner. Her skin is quite smooth while creamy white and her curves could be appealing to the average male but the one thing that is wrongly placed on this eighteen year old mother…is the cut marks. The underside of her forearms almost look like chopping boards due to the high amount of times Megan’s loneliness and depression took the better of her. But her cuts nor her nakedness bothered Megan as she pulled her fist away from the mirror and pulled a few stray piece of glass out of it before beginning to lick the blood while heading towards the changing room, most likely to get dress for blatantly obvious reasons.
Scene Two: E-Mailing A Friend
Dear Rafael,
“How are you doing in Brazil? Enjoying yourself I hope, well thank you for your kind e-mail you sent earlier, I’m so pleased to hear from you again…let alone hear you praise me over my victory over Genesis. Hopefully one day I’ll be able to earn a pay-per-view match…but you know me, I’m never one for counting my chickens before they hatch. I first have to go through a very hard match against one Sayge Jemson first. I think you’ve heard of her since, if I got my facts right, she have practically won a Championship everywhere she went…but, then again, I only know her to have wrestled in two companies…World Elite Wrestling and World Wrestling Headquarters. From what I understand she is a former BWA Fatale and World Champion…whatever BWA was I’ll never know…but I do know that she’s the only woman to hold both the WEW Women’s Championship and the WEW Starlet Championship.
To help promote her autobiography ‘Dominating In & Out Of The Ring: An Autobiography by Sayge Jemson,’ which I would so suggest to read one day since it’s quite a good read, she went off onto a book tour since the ‘Legacy’ pay-per-view earlier in the year. She have just returned at the ‘Free Fall to Fury II’ pay-per-view just to slap the taste out of Eliza Gray’s mouth, which I would have nominated as the greatest moment of the show…but now, on the first Animosity after the event, I’ve been booked as Sayge Jemson’s opponent in her return match and, to tell the truth, I’m both excited and shitting myself.
Ever since reading Sayge’s autobiography, which my cousin got me as a Christmas present last year, I’ve been a massive fan of Sayge and now I’ve got the chance to face somebody I’ve idolised. I’m so excited to face off against someone so amazing…but I’m also shitting myself about the phrase ‘never meet your heroes’ at least I think that’s how it’s said…either way the meaning is the same. I’m also shitting myself about the possibility of fucking it all up in front of my idol and having her shout me down backstage in front of all the other female competitors…how am I suppose to stay focus on this match well enough to win when I’m haunted by the thoughts of being a joke in front of her…sorry to ask Rafael…but do you have any advice to give me?
From
Your ‘English Muffin’ Megan
Moments after typing up all those words Megan hovered the mouse over the send button and clicked it, sending the e-mail over to her old friend from Brazil. The location is Chris Middley’s mansion since the semi-retired male would never say ‘no’ to letting his cousin live in his massive home…no matter how much his missus Judy would object. The time is approximately half seven in the evening and her husband, one Ronnie McCrea, was out working late while her Shannon and her cousin’s missus Judy were out having a field time with Chris and Razor, Shannon’s boyfriend, as Chris‘ daughter Valentine was fast asleep in her cradle…so altogether the purple-haired mother was all alone in this mansion…
“Mama!”
Ops I forgot about Megan’s one year old daughter Sarah. This child can walk quite decently while her vocabulary only consist of one syllable, discounting the words ‘mama’ and ‘dada,’ and when Megan looked down towards her daughter a small smile appear on her face as Sarah offered her arms out towards her. So the Brit, who was simply wearing a red lingerie that is possibly planned for Ronnie when he comes home, got off the chair and crouched down before gently picking up her daughter with a slightly bigger smile on her face.
“Hun-gy! Hun-gy!”
“Hungy…oh, hungry, okay Sarah let’s see what food is available in the fridge.”
Megan said while still smiling towards her daughter, it seems that only her daughter and husband can actually bring a smile to the Starlet’s lovely face. So while carrying her happy-go-lucky offspring the female made her way over to the kitchen and opened the fridge door before checking what options are there. Within the fridge is a ridiculously high amount of beer (mostly contributed by Judy), some butter, three different kinds of two litre milks (skimmed, semi-skimmed and whole), a couple of healthy sugar-free yoghurts, a carton of orange juice, a tub of vanilla ice-cream and a some baby food…obviously Megan must go for the baby food right? Nope, she instead pulled out the tub of ice-cream and carried both it and Sarah back into the front room before placing the tub down on the floor.
“Enjoy yourself.”
Megan said with a light kiss to Sarah’s cheek before sitting her daughter down next to the tub. In almost the same time length as Napalm Death’s ‘Microsong’ Sarah put her hands in the tub, pulled out some ice cream and placed them in her mouth before eating them…it seems that the cheerful toddler doesn’t suffer from brain freeze while Megan giggled happily at her little girl’s enjoyment. While giggling she glanced over to the laptop spotted an unopened piece of mail entitled ‘Re: How Are You Doing? Sent by Rafael…’ so she decided to move over to the chair and sat down on it before hovering over the mail and clicked it only to read her friend’s reply.
Dear Megan,
It’s quite cute how you’ve remember that pet name, especially considering that I’ve forgotten mine after moving back to São Paulo a few years ago, but you’re welcome about the mail I previously sent. As for how I’m doing though…I’m doing alright, financially well off while having a consistently good tan…but other than that nothing much happens except for when I have to work with Celia at the office…god, she could talk a grizzly bear into hibernation. Oh yeah, almost forgot, I’ve got myself a ticket to Download next year in case you’re interested in seeing Iron Maiden together, like we did at ‘Rock in Rio’ a few years ago. But other than all that malarkey I’ve been a lazy bum like I was back at college, lol.
But your situation sounds unique and potentially troublesome. To beat your idol or to screw up in front of her…a unique tray of options isn’t it? Normally a motivation speaker would tell you that ‘it isn’t who you beat that makes you great but it’s how you bounce back from defeat that measures your greatness’…but I’m no motivational speaker, instead I’m just an old friend, so I won’t be talking about how to react to losing to Sayge Jemson…because I know you can beat her Megan. It’s a good thing to face you idol but it’s a lot greater to defeat your idol in the way you know how, through rough and tough fighting. I not know much about wrestling neither do I know much about your hero but this is probably your ‘one in a lifetime’ opportunity so while I could give you advice on how to dress, how to act and how to fight…I’m just going to give you two words…be anomalous.
I know this will probably be awkward since this might make people go further away from such an irregular person but such irregularity will produce enough individuality for you to stand out from the crowd even more than you did before. But while you are worrying about your idol I bet Sayge isn’t fully sure on who she is fully against, not that I can be certain since a YouTube clip I’ve just watched shows me that Jemson is highly charismatic…but anyway, she won’t be sure on who she is purely facing so being quite irregular, which your style already is since you’re both ‘Starlets,’ could possibly give you a few minutes of leverage…but then again I know very little about wrestling so I don’t think any of my plans would actually work, unless you’re allowed to use an AK-47 then I would the best advisor in history.
But since you’re not allowed to use firearms I’m useless at giving advice on this situation…but the best thing I can think of is basically give this match every piece of effort you have so that either you win or lose, which I still think you’re going to be the winner btw, you won’t be disappointed with your performance.
Well now I need to go out and work again…god I hate working with that never-ending talker Celia…but either way, I hope you have a nice evening and give Sayge everything you can offer.
From
Rafael
The purple-haired female smiled more after reading the entire mail and simply made a short reply, that spoke of her gratitude for this piece of advice, before switching off the computer and spotted that Sarah was innocently snoozing next the tub. She couldn’t help but giggle lightly at how the tub was completely empty and a little bit of vanilla was on the tip of her sleeping daughter’s nose, but this giggling was cut off by a light yawn that escaped her English-born lips. So Megan crouched down, carefully picked up her sleeping child and made her way to the sofa before laying down upon it and falling asleep while snuggling her slumbering baby.
Scene Three:Have I Ever Told You The Definition Of Insanity?
The scene opens up inside some kind of abandoned church, the amount of time that passed since abandonment couldn’t be remembered, not even by the locals who live near this church. The only thing within this church that looked somewhat taken cared of is the wooden box in the middle of the building, a six foot long by two foot deep by two foot width…a coffin, a legitimate coffin in the middle of the room that caused the cameraman, recording this scene, to helplessly shiver. BOOM! The cameraman spun around to see the doors of the church completely shut, someone must have slammed it shut moments before the camera operator turned around. The male took about three steps towards the door before the candles within the building began to flutter out and light up, causing the lights to freakishly flash off and on repeatedly. Without music this could be simply viewed as a badly planned disco but when the cameraman turned back around he saw the purple-haired female known as Megan McCrea sitting on top of the coffin with a blade in her left hand, using the sharp object to clean out the nails on her right hand. She is wearing a brown cloth-styled skirt with a matching tribal-styled bra while on her face seems to be some red war paint but the camera could barely catch the paint as the lights continued to licker on and off.
Have I ever told you the definition of insanity?”
While slowly, yet coldly, saying those words Megan finished cleaning her nails before raising her head up. While the word ’insanity’ makes it’s slow departure from her soft lips the Englishwoman turned her head to the left, to look directly at the cameraman, but before an answer could even be mouthed the candles flickered out and when it flickered back on Megan was right in front of the lens.
WELL DID I TELL YOU?”
She shouted directly at the lens, causing the cameraman to fall backwards onto the floor. The operator was too frightened to say anything so he shook his head lightly, accidentally making the camera shake from side to side in the process. After seeing his shake the Starlet sat herself down in front of him, in a cross-legged position, and stashed the blade into the left compartment of her rather exotic bra before cupping the camera lens with both of her hands and began to speak out.
There is no definition of insanity for insanity is everything, anything and nothing. The whites are insanity…the blacks are insanity…the Asians are insanity…each dog, cat and mouse are insanity…every Beckham, Stallone and Jackson are insanity…I’m insanity…the audience are insanity…you are insanity Sayge Jemson. My mind crumbles to the insanity of being the opponent you have on your return, either you think I’m an easy opponent or not, and I feel appreciative at this insanity of an opportunity to personally teach you and feed you my insanity one stiff strike after another. May you bleed or be broken it doesn’t matter since I’ll be enjoying our session Jemson.”
Her eyes never once glanced towards the guy holding the camera as she continued to speak out to the object she’s cupping ever so gently. The camera operator felt completely confused about Megan’s view that ‘insanity is everything, anything and nothing’ but chose to not make a comment, the thoughts about what happened to his fellow cameraman a few weeks ago still fresh in his mind.
You’ve accomplished quite a decent feat with your multiple Title reigns in the three old years you’ve been taken seriously for…but those three years have come, gone and passed the touch over to the next day…and on the day after today I’ll get to face one of the two best women on Animosity. Who’s better than who? Insanity is the answer and the answer is insanity. I don’t know but that matters very little to me since all I’m thinking about, among the insanity, is beating you down Sayge…and I don’t mean the Hollywood kind where one stunt double pretends to punch another, I mean the England way where it is legitimately two people pulverising each other until one of them can no longer stand. Yes that’s right Sayge…you plan on using this match to return with style…but I plan on using this match to mercilessly brutalise you. Insanity’s the reason and insanity is what helps me enjoy the destruction of others. You might be viewed a Canadian born Hollywood star but in my eyes you are simply another deer for me to chase…to claw…to hunt…until you’re unable to walk out of that ring.”
While saying her words McCrea’s right hand moved away from the camera and ran through her smooth purple hair, her face slightly looking away and once the last few words left her lips Megan looked back at the camera with an almost psychotic grin across her pretty face. This grin caused the cameraman to shiver lightly while she pulled her left hand away from the camera.
You are a star, a bright shining star but while a lot of men dream of reaching the stars I simply want to grab yours, chain it down and dissect it not in scientific research…but in pleasure. Insanity does affect everyone in different ways for it has helped you create ‘Starlet Entertainment Inc.’ while it has completely warped in a sadistic way. But now I like it for week in and week out I get to quench my thirst with every victim I get my claws on…be them a successful Starrdome graduate or simply a self-proclaimed number one contender…I get given them and I torture like the Iron Maiden I am. There is another question that roam through my mind…and this question is for you Sayge Jemson…what is the difference between a scream of pain and a scream of pleasure? Really, what is the difference? They all sound the same…perhaps you could help me Sayge? As I dehumanise you let’s scream together so that I can finally tell the difference…but how stupid of me, what’s in it for you Sayge? Like a lot of people you would refuse a simple offer without what is actually in the deal for you…so let me explain…”
Moments after saying her last few words Megan’s left hand shot out like a viper and firmly gripped onto the cameraman’s collar while the grin on her face increased in size. She then slowly stood herself up, forcing the cameraman up to his feet while using her right hand to make sure the camera doesn’t fall down, before beginning to drag the camera across the church hall while still facing the camera lens.
In exchange for helping me I help you…you help me make my discovery I’ll give you a new discovery of your own…you help me discover the difference and I help you discover a reason to take another six months off television. What? That doesn’t sound like a fair deal? Silly Sayge Jemson, I said so earlier, insanity is everything…and fairness is part of everything…I am privileged to have faced you Sayge and it’ll indeed be my honour to take you to the back of the barn, pull the trigger and put an end to the career of one Sayge Jemson because, like it or not, I’m take you out…it doesn’t matter how fast or slow it is nor does it matter how much or little I hurt you…I’m going to make you scream before I decapitate you. Why do I want to do such things? Insanity is one reason while another reason can be simply as this…I enjoy the pain I give others. Sickening perhaps? Maybe so but I still enjoyed it when I decapitated Genesis and I’m bound to enjoy it just as much when I decapitate you Sayge.”
While saying her words, like all the other times she have spoken, the candles were flickering away like hula skirts within a tornado. Megan’s tone of voice began to come darker and darker as they got closer and closer to the coffin. The cameraman tried to squirm out of the female’s grip but was utterly failing at every attempt as in a few seconds they were both by coffin. Now both of the purple-haired Starlet’s hands were clutching onto the cameraman’s collar as she pulled the camera closer to her war painted face.
You know what? Maybe I am sick in the head…perhaps there is some more in life than to hurt others…but I don’t think I’m at all interested in knowing what is specifically ‘more’. Why is that? Because if you already know everything then what’s the point in experiencing? I would rather do the same fucking thing over and over again, like making people scream in pain, expecting shit to change…than to know every single answer to every single question. Perhaps that is why I embrace insanity and insanity embraces me…”
Her expression was an odd mix of lunacy and hate but moments after saying her words Megan suddenly pushes the cameraman into the coffin. He fell into the coffin, perfectly fitting in it while the last thing the camera could see was Megan grinning before she slammed the coffin lid shut, leaving the lens in utter blackness.