Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2013 11:15:28 GMT
“WHAT!?!”
That one word was shouted out from the kitchen of this massive. This kitchen is quite big with a lot of clean stuff like ovens, fridges, a freezer and even a microwave. But in the centre of this room is Megan McCrea, the purple haired woman known across Meltdown as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ Robina Hood, and her left hand was holding the mobile phone against her ear while her right hand was deeply clutching onto an iron. Clearly she was ironing some clothes before the phone went off because, right in front of her, is an ironing board with a shirt of some kind on it.
“YOU CAN’T EXPECT ME TO DO ENTER A FUCKING INVITATIONAL BATTLE ROYAL WHEN I NEVER VOLUNTEERED TO BE IN IT! SHIT!”
After screaming those words directly through the phone, the young Brit violently hung up the phone and, in a fit of rage, through the iron directly at the window. Expected or not the iron cracked through the window and into the back garden as the purple haired dynamo dropped down to her knees, both her hands stopped themselves halfway through her soft hair and began to utter negative things towards herself. Even though she have beaten the current North American Champion, Warren Peace, a few weeks ago the kind of lacklustre two months Megan have been suffering seem to have finally cracked in her psyche. In her dull grey vest and twilight black trousers, the cuts that pattern her underarm aren’t hidden at all as an out of shape male just entered the kitchen.
“I guess it’s safe to say that I’ll do my own ironing from now on.”
“Fuck off Chris…”
Megan hissed out towards the male for he is none other than Chris Middley. Chris is a semi-retired wrestler who haven’t competed in a match since twenty-eleven and is not only the person who trained her but also allowed the female to live in his mansion since, despite of the thirteen or so year difference, they are distant cousins. Being semi-retired for so long could kind of contribute to him being out of shape while he is bald and have two big rings piecing his jaw. The male gently held onto both of Megan’s wrists and softly got her up to her feet before asking her a question.
“Why not you tell me what is bothering you?”
“Because I told you to fuck off!”
With those words the teenage parent stubbornly sat back down on the floor but the male had other plans as this time he wrapped his massive arms around her waist and hoisted her back up to her feet before beginning to give her a firm hug. The Iron Maiden originally struggled, squirmed and shouted out curse after curse but eventually the female collapsed in this hug and began to cry. Even though only knowing of her existence two years ago Middley knew how emotionally, and mentally, unstable his young cousin could be…so he waited for a few minutes before politely repeating his earlier question. A more willing McCrea told him her entire story, from blundering against Niobe Martin to failing to protect her friend Sienna. At the end of her words Chris actually began to laugh, a little bit loudly, and this annoyed the Brit as she managed to squirm herself out of his arms.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh sorry, I just find it cute how you appear as heartless bitch yet you take such little incidents so personally.”
“These aren’t little…”
“Don’t worry about it Megan. You have a battle royal tomorrow and, even if you never invited yourself into this invitational match, you might as well go for it since…even if you lose…you’re still going to be at Rasslemania with the opportunity to hold a decently distinguished singles Championship, which I still haven’t done yet, and who knows? You might end up winning this match and earn the right to be drafted off to a bigger show like Asylum and Overdrive…”
“But I don’t want to go to these ‘bigger shows’ Chris…”
Those words caught the formerly known ‘Prince of Fear’ off-guard but before he could ask for an explanation, Robina began to give him one.
“I enjoy it here on Meltdown Chris…while the ending half of them haven’t gone the way I wanted them to, my clashes with Niobe have been so much fun. I enjoy my relationship with Sienna for she makes me feel important no matter how much of a slump I suffer. Yes people say I’m like her lapdog…but everyone has their own opinions and mine say that they can shove each and everyone of them up each of their own asses. Hell while half the reason for my unwillingness to shoot my own segments is due to the lack of time, the other reason is that I don’t have somebody using that as an excuse to take me away from the show that I need more than I’ve ever known before.”
Chris use to demonically disturbing, verbally abusive and even a maniacal predator but when he notice a tear leaving Megan’s left eye, near the end of her words, so his right hand shot out and wiped that tear away of that very eye before speaking up himself.
“There is no need to worry Megan, I’m sure no one will force you anywhere you don’t want to be anytime soon…especially considering that you could end up being the North American Champion by this time next Monday. So if you don’t know if you can win, or even want to win, then why not use this match as a typical last minute warm-up? Seriously, look at the dorks that you’ll be facing off against in this thirty person battle royal. The only claim to fame Leon Roberts will ever get is the fact he has the same first as that Kennedy guy in the Resident Evil video game series. Stefan Raab is so podgy that somebody mistaken him as two separate entries. Trevor Hyatt looks, sounds and competes like a misfit. Cid Phoenix is one of the competitors in your eight person North American Championship ladder match so it’ll definitely be worth eliminating him as soon as possible to make the statement of ‘I’m fucking better than you.’ Megan Andrews is forever going to be known as the big sister to that Angelina Jolie wannabe that my idiotic trainee somehow defeated. Johnny Rebel should stay on his own show since the only thing he protests against is good fashion sense.
This ‘GI’ chap sounds like a computer nerd so it won’t be worth paying any attention to him. Kevin Dalhia’s surname sounds exactly like the awkward burrito I had last night. Tommy Knoxville is most likely desperately looking for somebody to knock him out. Just like the Titanic, Jake is destined to sink during this match no matter what he or anyone else do. Guvnah, Guv’nor, Governor or whatever the fuck he wants to be called is simply a twat pretending to be tougher than what he really is, hell I bet if I make a one-off appearance on Meltdown that I can beat him…but he is another person in your title match so it will be worth kicking his ass, especially considering how he practically buried you in your first ever main event. Mister Dangerous…well…I know you’re going to enjoy eliminating him so much since he was Guv’nor’s partner when he kicked your ass. Warren Peace is the current APW North American Champion who’ve you not only beaten but instantly cried and complained about how you’ve worked alongside Young Mannie in that match, even though you’ve made it pretty clearly that you don’t even like the guy.
As for Jason Kash…he is probably going to be like Gangnam Style, everyone speak praises about him when he showed up but now are bored of him…so you’ll probably be doing EVERYONE a favour by specifically kicking his ass. Gooch is not only badly named but I think that a dildo looks twenty times more threatening than he’ll ever be. Amy Zing might an interesting gal since you did help her win at Survive and Conquer yet she kicked your ass last week while she’ll be yet another competitor in your title match. So maybe you exact revenge while sending a message for her, but considering she enjoys flying all over the place I think you can actually capitalise on one of her airborne move and eliminate her that way. As for Pat Stay…who the fuck is Pat Stay? Is he a newbie or something? Since I can’t find any information on him, even when I Google searched his name. the only thing anonymous about Annonomous are the embarrassed fans who cheer for him after he gets his ass handed to him. Delikado meanwhile reminds me of ‘The Stig’ with all the crappy and false trivial stuff about him, like how he played for an international football side during a past FIFA World Cup or that he is the oldest person upon whatever roster he happens to be on…actually the age thing might be true since the amount of grey hairs is shockingly easy to notice.
Level One might be an APW legend but I know that you have what it takes to show him that, all role-playing video games, level ones are simple scum that aren’t even worth batting an eyelid to. Young Mannie is the former North American Champion and he won’t even have a televised match at Rasslemania so there is no reason to pay attention to this berk so the sooner you eliminate him, specifically by throwing him on top of that pitiful Uncle Charlie, the better. Zeke Stokely is most likely a new nobody since I couldn’t find anything about him on Wikipedia. As for the two special guests from APW’s past goes…they’re better off gone since nobody missed them, neither do they care about their comeback and, if anything, they’re simply going to be there just to just a cheap pop before being thrown out like a piece of trash. As for Niobe Martin…yet another competitor in your ladder match at Rasslemania but I must admit that, while you consider Sienna as someone who made you feel important, this blonde practically made you…”
Even though originally distraught about her mind tormenting her, the Last Martyr couldn’t help but giggle at the numerous shots Middley made at the other members of this battle royal. Even though serious at some points the male chose to be funny at certain points but when he mentioned her former archenemy the female tried to speak up in an attempt to deny his words.
“Wait a second…”
“Please don’t interrupt me. Niobe Martin calls herself a nightmare and she practically made you into the vindictive bitch that the fans hate and fear at the same time, while you’ve made Niobe truly worthy of the ‘Nightmare’ moniker that she gave herself years ago. I know your street fight was built up as the whole ‘end of a feud’ thing but I thing your war isn’t over yet…I think it’ll end at Raslemania when one of you two somehow beat the odds, climb up a ladder and win the North American Championship. So, to give yourself a little edge, you need to make eliminating Niobe your top priority just so you can possibly have the last laugh over the person you’ve been brutally feuding with throughout January and February…got it?”
“…Yeah, I got it Chris…”
It took Megan a while to finally make a response to her cousin’s somewhat encouraging words, realising that he is trying to give her a target or some sort even though she doesn’t believe in her own ability to win this match. Even though her self-doubt was obvious, Middley smiled lightly at Megan since his cousin is now feeling better than she did when he spotted her on the floor.
“That’s good…even if you lose, as long as you enjoy the outing you won’t regret a single thing…maybe we should go out and have an ice-cream.”
After Miss Hood enthusiastically nodded to her Chris’ suggestion since she absolutely love having an ice-cream, even more than lighting a cigarette or drowning her sorrows away, before the two cousin pulled out a pair of magnums out of the fridge, dark for Chris and white for Megan. After unwrapping the ice-cream the two began to peacefully have them together.
That one word was shouted out from the kitchen of this massive. This kitchen is quite big with a lot of clean stuff like ovens, fridges, a freezer and even a microwave. But in the centre of this room is Megan McCrea, the purple haired woman known across Meltdown as the ‘Perfect Megastar’ Robina Hood, and her left hand was holding the mobile phone against her ear while her right hand was deeply clutching onto an iron. Clearly she was ironing some clothes before the phone went off because, right in front of her, is an ironing board with a shirt of some kind on it.
“YOU CAN’T EXPECT ME TO DO ENTER A FUCKING INVITATIONAL BATTLE ROYAL WHEN I NEVER VOLUNTEERED TO BE IN IT! SHIT!”
After screaming those words directly through the phone, the young Brit violently hung up the phone and, in a fit of rage, through the iron directly at the window. Expected or not the iron cracked through the window and into the back garden as the purple haired dynamo dropped down to her knees, both her hands stopped themselves halfway through her soft hair and began to utter negative things towards herself. Even though she have beaten the current North American Champion, Warren Peace, a few weeks ago the kind of lacklustre two months Megan have been suffering seem to have finally cracked in her psyche. In her dull grey vest and twilight black trousers, the cuts that pattern her underarm aren’t hidden at all as an out of shape male just entered the kitchen.
“I guess it’s safe to say that I’ll do my own ironing from now on.”
“Fuck off Chris…”
Megan hissed out towards the male for he is none other than Chris Middley. Chris is a semi-retired wrestler who haven’t competed in a match since twenty-eleven and is not only the person who trained her but also allowed the female to live in his mansion since, despite of the thirteen or so year difference, they are distant cousins. Being semi-retired for so long could kind of contribute to him being out of shape while he is bald and have two big rings piecing his jaw. The male gently held onto both of Megan’s wrists and softly got her up to her feet before asking her a question.
“Why not you tell me what is bothering you?”
“Because I told you to fuck off!”
With those words the teenage parent stubbornly sat back down on the floor but the male had other plans as this time he wrapped his massive arms around her waist and hoisted her back up to her feet before beginning to give her a firm hug. The Iron Maiden originally struggled, squirmed and shouted out curse after curse but eventually the female collapsed in this hug and began to cry. Even though only knowing of her existence two years ago Middley knew how emotionally, and mentally, unstable his young cousin could be…so he waited for a few minutes before politely repeating his earlier question. A more willing McCrea told him her entire story, from blundering against Niobe Martin to failing to protect her friend Sienna. At the end of her words Chris actually began to laugh, a little bit loudly, and this annoyed the Brit as she managed to squirm herself out of his arms.
“What’s so funny?”
“Oh sorry, I just find it cute how you appear as heartless bitch yet you take such little incidents so personally.”
“These aren’t little…”
“Don’t worry about it Megan. You have a battle royal tomorrow and, even if you never invited yourself into this invitational match, you might as well go for it since…even if you lose…you’re still going to be at Rasslemania with the opportunity to hold a decently distinguished singles Championship, which I still haven’t done yet, and who knows? You might end up winning this match and earn the right to be drafted off to a bigger show like Asylum and Overdrive…”
“But I don’t want to go to these ‘bigger shows’ Chris…”
Those words caught the formerly known ‘Prince of Fear’ off-guard but before he could ask for an explanation, Robina began to give him one.
“I enjoy it here on Meltdown Chris…while the ending half of them haven’t gone the way I wanted them to, my clashes with Niobe have been so much fun. I enjoy my relationship with Sienna for she makes me feel important no matter how much of a slump I suffer. Yes people say I’m like her lapdog…but everyone has their own opinions and mine say that they can shove each and everyone of them up each of their own asses. Hell while half the reason for my unwillingness to shoot my own segments is due to the lack of time, the other reason is that I don’t have somebody using that as an excuse to take me away from the show that I need more than I’ve ever known before.”
Chris use to demonically disturbing, verbally abusive and even a maniacal predator but when he notice a tear leaving Megan’s left eye, near the end of her words, so his right hand shot out and wiped that tear away of that very eye before speaking up himself.
“There is no need to worry Megan, I’m sure no one will force you anywhere you don’t want to be anytime soon…especially considering that you could end up being the North American Champion by this time next Monday. So if you don’t know if you can win, or even want to win, then why not use this match as a typical last minute warm-up? Seriously, look at the dorks that you’ll be facing off against in this thirty person battle royal. The only claim to fame Leon Roberts will ever get is the fact he has the same first as that Kennedy guy in the Resident Evil video game series. Stefan Raab is so podgy that somebody mistaken him as two separate entries. Trevor Hyatt looks, sounds and competes like a misfit. Cid Phoenix is one of the competitors in your eight person North American Championship ladder match so it’ll definitely be worth eliminating him as soon as possible to make the statement of ‘I’m fucking better than you.’ Megan Andrews is forever going to be known as the big sister to that Angelina Jolie wannabe that my idiotic trainee somehow defeated. Johnny Rebel should stay on his own show since the only thing he protests against is good fashion sense.
This ‘GI’ chap sounds like a computer nerd so it won’t be worth paying any attention to him. Kevin Dalhia’s surname sounds exactly like the awkward burrito I had last night. Tommy Knoxville is most likely desperately looking for somebody to knock him out. Just like the Titanic, Jake is destined to sink during this match no matter what he or anyone else do. Guvnah, Guv’nor, Governor or whatever the fuck he wants to be called is simply a twat pretending to be tougher than what he really is, hell I bet if I make a one-off appearance on Meltdown that I can beat him…but he is another person in your title match so it will be worth kicking his ass, especially considering how he practically buried you in your first ever main event. Mister Dangerous…well…I know you’re going to enjoy eliminating him so much since he was Guv’nor’s partner when he kicked your ass. Warren Peace is the current APW North American Champion who’ve you not only beaten but instantly cried and complained about how you’ve worked alongside Young Mannie in that match, even though you’ve made it pretty clearly that you don’t even like the guy.
As for Jason Kash…he is probably going to be like Gangnam Style, everyone speak praises about him when he showed up but now are bored of him…so you’ll probably be doing EVERYONE a favour by specifically kicking his ass. Gooch is not only badly named but I think that a dildo looks twenty times more threatening than he’ll ever be. Amy Zing might an interesting gal since you did help her win at Survive and Conquer yet she kicked your ass last week while she’ll be yet another competitor in your title match. So maybe you exact revenge while sending a message for her, but considering she enjoys flying all over the place I think you can actually capitalise on one of her airborne move and eliminate her that way. As for Pat Stay…who the fuck is Pat Stay? Is he a newbie or something? Since I can’t find any information on him, even when I Google searched his name. the only thing anonymous about Annonomous are the embarrassed fans who cheer for him after he gets his ass handed to him. Delikado meanwhile reminds me of ‘The Stig’ with all the crappy and false trivial stuff about him, like how he played for an international football side during a past FIFA World Cup or that he is the oldest person upon whatever roster he happens to be on…actually the age thing might be true since the amount of grey hairs is shockingly easy to notice.
Level One might be an APW legend but I know that you have what it takes to show him that, all role-playing video games, level ones are simple scum that aren’t even worth batting an eyelid to. Young Mannie is the former North American Champion and he won’t even have a televised match at Rasslemania so there is no reason to pay attention to this berk so the sooner you eliminate him, specifically by throwing him on top of that pitiful Uncle Charlie, the better. Zeke Stokely is most likely a new nobody since I couldn’t find anything about him on Wikipedia. As for the two special guests from APW’s past goes…they’re better off gone since nobody missed them, neither do they care about their comeback and, if anything, they’re simply going to be there just to just a cheap pop before being thrown out like a piece of trash. As for Niobe Martin…yet another competitor in your ladder match at Rasslemania but I must admit that, while you consider Sienna as someone who made you feel important, this blonde practically made you…”
Even though originally distraught about her mind tormenting her, the Last Martyr couldn’t help but giggle at the numerous shots Middley made at the other members of this battle royal. Even though serious at some points the male chose to be funny at certain points but when he mentioned her former archenemy the female tried to speak up in an attempt to deny his words.
“Wait a second…”
“Please don’t interrupt me. Niobe Martin calls herself a nightmare and she practically made you into the vindictive bitch that the fans hate and fear at the same time, while you’ve made Niobe truly worthy of the ‘Nightmare’ moniker that she gave herself years ago. I know your street fight was built up as the whole ‘end of a feud’ thing but I thing your war isn’t over yet…I think it’ll end at Raslemania when one of you two somehow beat the odds, climb up a ladder and win the North American Championship. So, to give yourself a little edge, you need to make eliminating Niobe your top priority just so you can possibly have the last laugh over the person you’ve been brutally feuding with throughout January and February…got it?”
“…Yeah, I got it Chris…”
It took Megan a while to finally make a response to her cousin’s somewhat encouraging words, realising that he is trying to give her a target or some sort even though she doesn’t believe in her own ability to win this match. Even though her self-doubt was obvious, Middley smiled lightly at Megan since his cousin is now feeling better than she did when he spotted her on the floor.
“That’s good…even if you lose, as long as you enjoy the outing you won’t regret a single thing…maybe we should go out and have an ice-cream.”
After Miss Hood enthusiastically nodded to her Chris’ suggestion since she absolutely love having an ice-cream, even more than lighting a cigarette or drowning her sorrows away, before the two cousin pulled out a pair of magnums out of the fridge, dark for Chris and white for Megan. After unwrapping the ice-cream the two began to peacefully have them together.