Post by MasterEvil on Feb 13, 2013 13:19:24 GMT
The scene opens up at a mansion in Battle Creek, at the back garden where a decently sized swimming pool is. The time is quite late, quarter past eleven at night to be precise, and there was only one person there…a dripping wet Brit called Megan McCrea. Five matches into her WEW career and she has won all five, including a count out and a clean victory over her idol Sayge Jemson, so it would be more than understandable for the eighteen year old to an extreme ego boost. Yet instead Megan remained the same…she is still cautious towards people, nervous whenever in a big crowd and modest about her quickly impressive undefeated streak. At this moment the ‘Emo Princess’ is wearing a lilac one-piece swimsuit, that shows a decent amount of cleavage, and nothing else as she was so far content with sitting on the edge of the pool. Should it be considered weird to normally swim at night? Perhaps it should but at the moment a cameraman approached her the purple haired dynamo looked towards him while her left hand carefully stroking down her right arm, the darkness of the night failing to hide the dried cuts that pattern her arms.
“The scars remain…in body and soul…I should feel ecstatic about facing Sayge twice and defeating her twice. I should feel happy about fighting five matches and winning all five. I should feel content about how great I’ve been since my first competitive match…but all I feel is nothingness, as if I have done absolutely nothing. I’ve beaten five people and yet at the end of the day anybody could beat any five others. People can call me impressive, great and even ‘the future’ but what is the point of looking good in a few matches if you’ve got nothing at the end of it? Maybe what I need is a goal, a motive, a target…a Championship perhaps? No, I’m not going to sell my beaten soul for a meaningless title…I honestly have no clue what should I target but maybe I’ll get one step closer to it by defeating you Eliza Gray.”
The young Brit originally sounded miserable at her first seven words before edging her tone towards bafflement as she spoke of how she felt nothing about her past five successful bouts. Could it be possible that Megan is becoming unsettled as a wrestler? Or maybe it could be that she doesn’t know what to fight for? Either if it was one of these two options or not, near the end of her words Megan slid down into the pool, momentary revealing to the camera recording her that her swimsuit doesn’t cover the lower third of her tushie, before turning around to face the camera lens as she said the name of her upcoming opponent.
“I won’t lie, I personally enjoyed the image of Sayge slapping the taste out of your mouth…just like I enjoyed the expression on your face after losing to my friend Shannon. But what I will like more than both of these things is when I decapitate you for the count of three. You want to be the woman everyone talks about then step into the ring and try something new…like, I don’t know, don’t suck. Yes Eliza I, an inexperienced little Brit, said that you suck…but how can you blame me? Your Starlet Title reign was so short that I swear it is the shortest title reign in WEW history…and if that ain’t bad enough your career has been more on and off than a bloody light switch. Part of me actually wants to feel sorry for you Eliza…yet the other part of me simply thinks that you not only deserve all you’ve got but you also desperately needing someone grab the revolver, take you behind the woodshed and pull the trigger.”
At first she sounded negative but now the ‘Iron Maiden’ actually giggled lightly when she pointed out what she personally enjoyed about her opponent so far. Could it be possible that Megan’s past as caused her to become mentally unstable? That is quite uncertain but as she spoke the purple haired starlet was paddling lightly in the pool, enjoying the cool temperature of the water all over her eighteen year old body even if her scarred arms aren’t hidden from the camera’s view.
“Luckily for you Eliza Gray, I could be the one with the gun fully loaded…and what a stage for me to triumph over you on. Not just some pre-show but an interactive edition of Anarchy that features our roster as well as Adrenaline…and being a Russian Roulette kind of match, how interesting could our match end up being Eliza. No seriously, imagine all the crazy stuff we could end up doing. Be it me snapping your neck with a steel chair or you blushing from me stripping you down to your bra and panties, we could end up having a blast on this Super Anarchy. Hell we could be in falls count anywhere or even a paddle on a pole match for crying out loud…knowing your opponent but having no clue on how you’re suppose to fight them actually sounds………fun. Maybe that is what I so desperately need Miss ‘Fifty Shades of Gray.’ Fun, ef-you-en, fun…I have felt so empty and pointless each week but now maybe I should give enjoying myself a go.”
Some of the words sounded serious while other parts of them didn’t, like when she claimed that Eliza would end up ‘blushing from me stripping you down to your bra and panties.’ It’s weird but maybe Megan isn’t taking the former Starlet Champion seriously, of course Miss Gray has once held the Starlet Championship but what has the woman do from that point? Returned, disappeared and return again more times then Mick Foley…tried and failed to bring in some kind of interview show…and even went into slight depression late last year. Near the end of her words Megan began to sound somewhat enjoyed, as if finding the unpredictability of Russian Roulette quite pleasing. After finishing those words her arms fully left the water, crossed themselves, and placed themselves down on the side of the pool. Megan decided to rest her chin on these crossed arms as she began to speak yet again, the expression on her face looked emotionless yet possessed a hint of enjoyment.
“But how should I enjoy myself? Should I destroy you? Should I rip your hair out? Should I toss you around the ring like a rag doll? Should I beat you with whatever object that happens to insert itself into my hands? Maybe your screams of pain shall be fun,? Maybe the sound of your bones breaking could also be quite fun? There are thousands of ways to make this confrontation entertaining yet, unfortunately for you Eliza, I don’t think any these ways would thrill you…but what should that matter? You don’t stand a chance against Sayge at Cyberslam so, considering that I’ve already hold two victories over her, you have no chance in hell against me. So you are going to lose to me soon enough Miss Gray, hell the only question in mind is how am I suppose to beat you? Break your ass through a table perhaps? Or even something childish like smacking you in the face with a pillow…so I guess that the best question for the people in attendance to ask is ‘what kind of match will McCrea’s latest victory take place in?’ instead of ‘does McCrea have any chance against Eliza Gray?’ Am I underestimating you Miss Gray? Am I daring to underestimate a former Starlet Champion? Maybe I am, maybe I’m not…sometimes its easier to look down on those who fell before falling down yourself.”
Throughout her words the young Brit seemed very relaxed, even though partly enjoyed and partly blank, as her lower body floated up so her back all the way down to her heels were floating just above the water surface. After finishing her words the purple haired dynamo’s left hand flew out, snatched the camera and pulled it close so it would be solely focused on her cute eighteen year old face as she spoke out for a final time.
“Maybe I’ll lose one day since nothing last forever but my defeat shall not be by your hand…Eliza…you are not good enough to defeat me and while I’m having some fun, soon enough I’ll rip your head off. The hunt is on.”
After saying those four words Missus McCrea pressed the power button on the camera, switching it off and ending the promo in the process, before relaxing some more in this cool pool under the moonlight’s gaze.