Post by MasterEvil on Jan 26, 2013 10:37:14 GMT
Scene One: I Get To Break You Sayge
“Here we go again…Sayge.”
Those words were spoken as the scene faded into existence. The location of this scene is in a random corridor backstage and the only thing seen within the lens’ view, other than construction boxes and some kind of door, is one purple haired starlet known as Megan McCrea. Four matches and four wins so far in this young maiden’s professional career and probably…no…the biggest of these wins was over no other than one Sayge Jemson. Indeed Sayge did run out of the match but at the end of the day a win’s a win, especially when it was over someone the young Brit considers as an idol.
The board didn’t seem so glad with her defeating the great Sayge Jemson, in her return match nevertheless, though…since, on the first Burnout of twenty-thirteen, Megan was punished by facing her best friend Shannon Treamon. Even though Shannon was on a good run Megan flattened her steak to improve her own, basically like Megan personally expected, but now Sayge Jemson has been given a chance of redemption as the two compete against each other for the second time. Was this redemption only for Sayge? No, Megan had something to prove as well…for ever since that count out victory some person have stated that her win was a pure fluke, so to shut those naysayers up the purple haired girl wanted to truly win this matchup by either pinfall or submission.
Megan was in a fetal position, sitting down while her arms are tightly wrapped around her shins so that her thighs are pressed against her chest, while having her back against the wall. Unlike the last time seen in this position the ‘Iron Maiden’ had her head above her knees and had her eyes closed but after muttering the first name of her opponent Megan’s eyes shot open.
“The very last Animosity episode of twenty-twelve was marked as the night you returned to weekly television and everyone gave you a hero’s welcome. Everyone welcomed you back with open arms. Everyone expected me to be cannon fodder, the sacrificial lamb, the welcome mat that should lay down and let you walk all over me. But out of this everybody, nobody even bothers to inform me of what they want me to be…so instead of being the sacrifice this lamb fought against the man…and no matter what you did, Sayge, you couldn’t put me out of my misery. So what did you do dear Sayge? You saw the chance of losing with your head held high and took it…you ran away Sayge! The cat ran away from the mouse. You can spew crap about Eliza Gray distracting you all you like, it won’t change the fact that you ran away from somebody that you consider yourself better than. You, the face, took the heel way out instead of realising the truth that I was better that you that night. Hell, you practically buried my viciousness with your cowardice…yes, Sayge, I use to label you as my hero, my idol, the person I dream of one day emulating but what else can I say? Never meet your heroes. Unfortunately I’ve not only found this out too late but I have also found out who you really are Sayge Jemson…a coward.”
A coward? Many things have been used to describe Sayge but coward wasn’t one I would have thought of. Her tone was evenly balanced with relaxation and potential insanity as she spoke out her words, her arm slowly loosening their grip as she continued to speak. Once she has finished her words the young Brit lets go of her legs and momentary changed from a fetal position into a cross-legged one before getting up onto one knee. It was while in this position that the ‘Emo Princess’ began to speak up again.
“You’ve written an autobiography, published a couple of perfumes and done a few celebrity appearance but what have you done in your career? Trained at some obscure dome, teamed up with the white equivalent of Jessie Goldberg, somehow managed to fit in the glass slipper and flash! You’re the biggest name in women’s professional wrestling since the Fabulous Moolah…but how was your twenty-twelve Sayge? You feuded with your friend, also known as C, which resulted with you losing the Women’s Championship, had a mediocre showing at Legacy and vanished to promote a book…are you really a starlet or are you trying to be the female version of Lewis Hamilton? Anyway, after one of two worthless cameo appearances you finally came back at Free Fall To Fury just to slap a woman that has been on and off more times than a light switch. And how did you fully cap off that year? Running away from me, out of all people…it could have been Sophie Oliveira, Rhiannon, hell it could also have been Armada Latina…but no, you had the chance to enter the ring but instead you turned around and left. What kind of lesson is that for the people that chant ‘let’s go Sayge’ and ‘we want Jemson’? When the going gets tough, run the hell away?”
While speaking out her words McCrea got up onto her feet and lightly leaned against the construction box to her left. By ‘white equivalent of Jessie Goldberg’ and ‘white equivalent of Jessie Goldberg’ the purple haired Brit must have meant Sayge’s good friend Giselle Stratten as the attitude of her words began to edge towards a more disrespectful tone of voice. But when the Brit spoke out about how she believe Sayge capped off her twenty-twelve Megan moved away from the box and spotted a door by the right of where she was sitting. While finishing off her words the self-proclaimed ‘Queen of Scream’ leaned her back lightly against the door and once her recent batch of words were finished she took a step forward before using her right leg to back kick the door wide open. Without even bothering to check what is in the room Megan began to enter room by walking backwards, keeping her eyes on the camera that is now following her into the room, and when the purple haired woman finally stopped walking it became obvious that they were in some kind of abandoned boiler room.
“I actually feel sorry for the people that expect more from you Sayge. They wanted me to lose and they wanted you to triumph on your return match yet instead they got the opposite…I won and you lost, your decision cost you in our match and I’m one to zero against you. Perhaps that’s why the board has brought me back onto the main show this week? So that you could undo that wrong and show your fans that you aren’t just a disappointing afterthought. Since I wasn’t the one who disappointed the people, by running away you were the one who let them all down…you let your people down. From the guy who trained you at Starrdome to the little squirt who celebrating his birthday while wearing all of the Sayge Jemson merchandise…you’ve let them all down. So it is more than understandable to agree with me when I say that I was nowhere near as upset as those moronic fans were. But I personally don’t care about the people, never did during my childhood so why should I care about the same pieces of crap now? Simple answer, I just don’t care…nine eleven could repeat itself and thousands of people could end up dead yet I would still not give a damn about any of them.”
She feels sorry for the fans? Why should she? She’s the heel, not the face…but that didn’t stop the young starlet from confidently saying her words in a tone that exchanged disrespect for pure cockiness. Oh god could you actually believe it? This woman actually chuckled after making such a comment about nine eleven, I know getting over as a heel is important but isn’t this a bit too far? Clearly not as this despicable bitch began to chuckle even more moments before the lights began to flutter on and off. Throughout the light fluttering Megan’s chuckle could be easily heard before all the lights off, leaving the camera in pure blackness, causing the person holding the camera to reach out…only to find out that the young Brit has vanished within this darkness. But this vanishment was only temporary as the person holding the camera felt a hand on their right shoulder, causing them to spin around…and what did the camera see. None other than Megan McCrea as in between her throat and the camera is the flame produced by the lighter in Megan’s left hand.
“So this match is basically your second chance to record a victory against me…so what? You’re not the only one who’ve been praying for this rematch to take place. I also have been hoping for this rematch to come and it seem that lady luck brought out this rematch a lot sooner than expected…why have I been desiring the prospect of this rematch? The every same reason why your comeback has been a disappointment…because, dear sheep, you ran away from the wolf and there is no way that I would let such an action go unnoticed…you fled my claws and instead of saving your hide it has just sharpened my teeth in anticipation of catching you again. I personally don’t like count out victories, neither would I prefer a disqualification victory, so it is more than understandable that I not only seek to pin your shoulders to the mat but also give you a REAL reason to disappear. I don’t care if Eliza Gray sticks her nose into where it doesn’t belong again since, if anything, it just helps me decide who’ll be my victim next week. But I personally prefer her to be nowhere since I after I beat you, Sayge, I want you to admit that I am legitimately better than you are now, then and ever will be. Got a problem with that Sayge? Well then here is what I advise you to do…cry me a river, build me a bridge and get over it.”
Even though partly cruel at times it was kind of commendable to see that, unlike other young heels, Megan wasn’t fully satisfied with the manner of her biggest victory to date. Her cocky tone was still there but was now joined by a slightly dangerous one as Megan began to slowly move the lighter from the left to the right and back again with each sentence that departed from her eighteen year old lips. When the purple haired girl began to say her last two lines she made her way pass the camera and after finishing her words Megan began to wander deeper into this dark room. The camera instantly began to follow the deranged loner since, like it or not, she is the only one with a clear source of light. As they made it deeper and deeper, more and more desks began to appear, with each desk having either a sharp object or a crumbled up piece of paper on them. But when they finally stopped Megan turned around, to face the camera recording her, and raised her lighter up to reveal some kind of lantern with an unlit candle inside. The moment that McCrea light up the candle the lantern revealed that around Megan are three desks, on her lift had a broken hand mirror and on the one to her right was picture of herself with her husband and daughter…but the contains on the desk behind her was blocked from view by the Brit’s body. But before the person holding the camera could even consider backing away the ‘Last Martyr’ began to speak up yet again.
“Oh yeah me and Ronnie are doing perfectly fine together at the moment, thanks for being curious about my love life in that shit excuse of a promo you shot in our previous confrontation…hey, I know! I know me and Ronnie are already married but why not we do a double date…oh yeah, how could I forget, you’re no longer in a relationship aren’t you? What was it again? Got a divorce or something? And was that really the catalyst of this whole ‘Sayge versus Eliza’ thing that seem to be going on at he moment? If so then…well…that is simply pathetic. Fun to watch but utterly pathetic…but then again that is maybe a wise move for such a diva. Yes Sayge I just called you a ‘diva’ since you’re more of a model than a competitor, hell I swear one Vinnie Mac wouldn’t mind taking you to Connecticut since you’re everything he needs…a Barbie that prefers to look good in clothes than looking good in the ring. But unfortunately for you, Sayge Jemson, I’ve always had a history of breaking Barbie dolls back when I was a child…and this Monday I’ll get the opportunity to relive that part of my childhood as I get to break you Sayge.”
Interesting line to begin this barrage of words with but in the end it was Megan’s choice so I ain’t going to argue against her judgement. As she spoke the young female shut her lighter and slotted it into her back pocket, since Megan was wearing a pair of blue jeans with a black v-neck that revealed a decent amount of cleavage. The danger in her tone vanished and her cockiness began to fade away halfway through her words…by the time the word ‘you’re more of a model than a competitor’ left her sweet lips the rather violent individual’s tone of voice was back to it’s relaxed yet potentially crazy form it had at the start of this promo. After finishing her words the purple haired woman chuckled again before deciding to finish off her promo.
“Until our on Monday, Sayge, here is something I want you to know: my name is Megan McCrea, I am here, I am there…”
Before the British lass could finish her words the camera got turned around to identify the person holding the camera…what the fuck!?! How could Megan McCrea be the one holding the camera when she was just speaking to the people watching this footage!?! The ‘Emo princess’ knew of the this confusion but instead of explaining anything the female grinned before finishing off what she previously said.
“I am everywhere.”
After coldly saying those three words Megan McCrea began to openly laugh as the fire in the lantern suddenly went out thus leaving the final moments of this footage in the darkness, constantly hearing the laughter of the undefeated Brit.
Scene Two: Pre-Match Thoughts
Today’s the day of Animosity and match number four has just finished…so it is time, for Megan McCrea vs. Sayge Jemson II, but does the purple haired destroyer feel confident about her chances…hell no she doesn’t. even though she did defeat Sayge on the very last Animosity episode of last year but that was only by count out and a lot of people, on fansites and websites like ‘bleacher,’ claim that if Sayge didn’t chase after Eliza then she would have utterly annihilated miss McCrea. Her win-loss record is currently at four to zero, with one of those four being the count out victory, so it would be more than understandable if the ‘Emo Princess’ over extremely confident entering this match but instead Megan looks utterly terrified about the prospects of facing her role model twice in the span of three matches.
“Oh god, oh god, what if I fuck this all up? I got to stay focused…but what if I utterly humiliate myself in front of the person I hope to impress? Oh god I’m so nervous…”
Megan is currently wearing her ring gear…which consist of a purple dress that ends in a miniskirt that has a slightly longer, with a darker shade of purple, and wavy miniskirt underneath. Dark purple fishnet stocking that goes down from her miniskirts all the way to her black wrestling boots…while over her shoulders is the trademark black jacket that she normally throws off her shoulders when appearing on the stage. But even though she looks prepared Megan was still tremendously worried about screwing up in this high calibre match. So in the end the young Brit did the only thing she could think of at that very moment…pull her cigarette, light it up with a lighter and began to smoke. It might be bad for her health but the ‘Iron Maiden’ couldn’t give a rat’s arse about her health at the moment since this was weirdly calming down the often unstable woman. A member of the backstage crew spotted this cigarette and tried to tell Megan that there is a rule against smoking indoors but simply got a rather rude “fuck off!” Response before the female began to inhale and exhale more of the nicotine.
“Maybe that was cruel…but he was interrupting a time I prefer to relax and, with this match looming, I need all the relaxation that I can muster. After all I am facing Sayge Jemson, last time I got a lucky win since she chased off that bothersome Eliza Gray. But now I think that Hollywood residing Canadian is going to bloody humble me and ruin my undefeated streak in front of the people I’m working so damn hard to impress. Why am I so damn worried? From the moment I’ve started my first training session I dreamt of facing Sayge Jemson…and I get to make that dream come true twice. Win or lose I will give Sayge one hell of a battle. Sure, she is miles better than me in experience and success, but what did that guy from ‘Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Rings of Fate’ say? ‘If you think it is impossible then it will be impossible, but once you believe then the world shall open up the way.’ As long as I keep the belief that I can beat Sayge again then the world shall open up a way for me to overcome this awe-inspiring challenge.”
While mentally consoling herself the purple haired starlet continued to inhale and exhale smoke, clearly not giving a damn if she gets fined for smoking indoors when there are most likely people around who don’t smoke. Megan’s mind was calm and her body language was relaxed, heck even the way the young Brit glanced from the black curtains to the red rose on her jacket looked quite harmonic and after a while of having her cigarette she had enough of it. So Megan took it out of her mouth, dropped it on the floor and rubbed it against the floor with her right boot before beginning to hear the start of ‘You Should Have Killed Me When You Had The Chance’ by A Day To Remember…Megan’s own theme song.
“Ready of not Sayge Jemson…here we go again.”
After whispering out those words the ‘Emo Princess’ proudly charged through the black curtains, ready for this date with destiny.