Post by MasterEvil on Mar 2, 2013 21:45:02 GMT
Laying down, on her belly, on a sofa in one of the few living rooms in this mansion, playing Left For Dead 2 on the Xbox 360, is Megan McCrea. It has been two weeks since her last appearance at a WEW event, a paddle on a pole victory over Eliza Grey, and in a few days time the purple haired dynamo finally gets to team up with her New Generation buddy Shannon Treamon. Their opponents? ‘The Mafia Queens’ consisting of Alexandra Santiago and London Martini-Delkella. Is playing a video game the best way to prepare for this match? Probably not but she didn’t seem to care at the moment as she was hearing an official Megan McCrea t-shirt, that happens to be so big that it covers her all the way down to halfway over her creamy white bottom, with a pair of boyshorts style panties that possess a triforce print on it. Yes that’s right…Megan McCrea, a rookie with only five or so match experience, has somehow got enough popularity for the WEWShop crew to design and publish a t-shirt based off her. Megan was quite a surprised to say the very lease, especially when a fan somehow got to the mansion and asked the Brit to sign the shirt.
Yet in the end it didn’t bother Missus McCrea that much, if people actually want to buy her shirts and support her then it is their choice. If people also wanted to cheer for her, even if it is just an extreme few, then it is their own choice since, in Megan’s opinion, the fans paid to be at each show so they have the right to cheer and boo whoever they like.
“Three in the afternoon and still not dressed yet? What a lazy little wife I have.”
As the first word was spoken an index finger placed itself on the heel of Megan’s left foot. That finger began to trail up the Brit’s leg and flattened out into a palm halfway up her thigh before slowly stroking up her left buttock. The hand quickly strolled up the female’s back before stopping and gently gripped onto her left shoulder. The moment those words were over a male’s face moved in front of Megan’s and gently kissed her on the lips. That face, and hand, belonged to no other than her husband Ronnie as the eighteen year old mother happily returned the kiss to his lips, the hand on the controller pausing the game without her looking at it. Moments after the kiss ended Megan moved a bit so she was now sitting on the sofa, instead of laying on it, and Ronnie sat down next to her before asking her a question.
“Have you done your promo yet?”
“Promo? Who do I need to shoot a promo against?”
“You don’t know? *chuckle* You and Shannon finally get to team up this Monday as the two of you get to face a duo calling themselves the ‘The Mafia Queens’.”
“Sounds like a pair of Godfather wannabes…I don’t think I need to take them seriously.”
“Can you at least shoot a promo of some kind baby girl? It can just be a simple vlog angel, just don’t forget to shoot one…or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Or else we’ll finally find a use to that paddle you brought home a couple of weeks ago.”
Megan couldn’t help but giggle at her husband’s tease. The only reason she brought the paddle home with her was simply because, after her match against Grey, nobody asked for it back from her. The purple haired girl guessed that Ronnie wouldn’t do anything more than tease but she simply giggled a little more before nodding lightly.
“Fine, I’ll shoot a vlog, so my big boy won’t get upset and my tushie won’t have to suffer.”
She said those words in a childish way and the couple chuckled before sharing a sweetly passionate kiss. After finishing their kiss Ronnie wished her good luck as he went off, most likely to check on their daughter Sarah. The Iron Maiden got off the sofa, walked over to the nearest desk and pulled out a drawer where she found a camcorder. Not so long later the purple haired dynamo was simply sitting on the sofa with her right hand holding the camcorder so it could look at her and, after a mental count of three, she pressed the record button…beginning the young Brit’s very first attempt of a vlog.
“This Monday marks a new day…nah, that’s shit…er…maybe shooting a vlog is going to be harder than I thought, but here I go. Well this upcoming Monday me and best friend Shannon will get to team up for the first time as this Animosity, the very first Animosity since Cyberslam by the way, to take on a pair of girls calling themselves ‘The Mafia Queens.’ Should I feel at all worried about either London Martini or Alexandra Santiago? Why should I? Who exactly are these two? What have they done since signing up to World Elite Wrestling? Probably lost a lot but that is enough questions for now…since I don’t feel worried at all about these two little girls. They claim to be Mafia Queens yet all I see of them is Racket and Clank’s jackass cousins. I mean seriously before hearing of Martini…the only person called ‘London’ that I know of is a character played by Brenda Song…and by the way, no bricklayer could ever make bricks any thicker than her. So ‘Miss Lady Mafia’ wants to be a serious threat well let you inform you of a real threat, sunshine, I’ve been actively wrestling for three months and throughout those three months all I’ve been doing was winning, winning and winning…hell I’ve beaten Sayge Jemson twice, who happens two thousand times better than you could ever be. You may picture yourself as the next big thing but this Monday you are nothing more than a deer entering a wolf’s den. I really, sincerely, hope that your precious Marlon Delkella will be at ringside since I’m going to disembowel you, bury you in your special New York and have a dog piss on your grave like a real Mafia would.
Heh, I almost forgot about the other one…the possible Matt Hardy of the group…the self-proclaimed ‘Mob Queen’ Alexander Santiago. Now while I don’t view myself as a Mob Queen or even a Mafia Queen…I accept the title of ‘Emo Princess’ and I’ll rather enjoy embedding the pain and screams of a tormented child into you. Hell, maybe I’ll enjoy hurting you a little more than I enjoyed embarrassing Eliza Grey in front of thousands of people but one thing I can guarantee is this: you aren’t threatening at all. Why is that? Well to make it so simple that even the average wannabe Mafia member can understand, every time I think of your last name…I keep getting a weird thought of how much Sniper, from Sonic The Fighters, looks like Cameron Santiago. Yes I admit that is quite a stupid reason for me to not take you seriously but you’re simply a nobody while I am riding momentum as big as Moby Dick. Maybe no one gives a shit about my undefeated streak but I care enough to guaran-bloody-tee you that you do not have what it takes to put a blemish on my record. Hell, I can also guaran-bloody-tee you that, even if it’s a two-on-one handicap match, I can beat the both of you with one hand tied behind my back.
You call yourselves Mafia Queens yet all you are, was and ever will be is a bunch of little girls who can’t accept the reality that they’re simply not good enough until it is too late. Fortunately for the both of you good old…I mean young, since the both of you are older than me by at least ten years each, me is willing to help you two losers find out that truth this Animosity. It’ll be quite painful but then again, some people claim that leaving your religion can be quite painful, and the both of you don’t look too bristle…so I expect you both to not run away after I’m done debilitating the both of you. But why do I keep saying that I’m going to do this or that, I can’t forget about Shannon Treamon since she have been chasing Sophie girl’s Scarlet Champion for at least a month now…so maybe I should let her look impressive since no offence to my bff, or whatever the fuck you say it, but I can perfectly understand why Sophie isn’t taking Shannon seriously at all. But that kind of business isn’t relevant to you two nobodies as the only relevant thing you two need to worry about is how you’re both going to repair your useless egos once I’m done decapitating them.”
Moments after finishing that final sentence the index finger of Megan’s right hand pressed the record button to stop the recording, thus putting an end to this vlog, before placing the camcorder on the floor.
“I’m sure that this will be good enough.”
After assuring herself the young Brit grabbed the Xbox controller, pressed the start button to exit the pause menu and continued to massacre zombies with a guitar.