Post by MasterEvil on Apr 21, 2013 11:19:51 GMT
Shattered Dreams came, Shattered Dreams went and even though there are those who accomplished greatness, many others left with their goals shattered…Megan McCrea was one of those many. She competed in the deadly Revolver Match and even though she managed to last to the last four, her only true moments of the match were when she hit the edge of the announce table with her knee and when she was quite literally thrown out of the match. So her undefeated streak is over yet her record of never being pinned or made to submit still remains…maybe that is why WEW management instantly booked Megan to face off against Sophie Oliveira, the current two hundred and fifty odd day reigning Starlet Champion, on the first show after the event.
The camera began to record the scene in front of it. What was the location of this very scene? A rather empty looking women’s locker room of Luna Park Arena; why is she currently in San Nicolas Argentina? The answer is relevant to the target of this promo as sitting on one of the benches, smoking a cigarette, is the eighteen year old starlet known as Megan McCrea. She looks a little exhausted and battered at the same time as the wetness of her purple hair made it obvious that she had a shower not too long ago. Without even noticing the camera recording her the Iron Maiden looked towards her left and began to speak with a deeper voice.
“I told us so…you should have relied on me. With me we could have won, we could have won the Revolver Match with me.”
“I told you to go away.”
Her voice suddenly dropped to the same light voice we are so use to as she frantically said those five words, her head swinging to the right as she said them. With an almost hazily laugh Megan looked the other way again to continue speaking.
“You think it would be that easy? I did what you asked and went away but what happened afterwards? I watched as you got attacked from behind by that Layla bitch. I watched as that you failed to take her out the following week. I also watched as she manipulated your feelings into another cowardly ambush and then I watched you lose what was the biggest match of your life. You’re a hopeless disgrace, you…”
“I hate you…”
Those three words were feebly said in response to her crueller voice, clearly Megan badly needs some kind of help. Yet the moment she weakly said her words the darker side of the female immediately spoke up.
“Where would you be without me? Probably dead, probably behind the Queen’s Royal Prison…we survived because of me. We survived your siblings molestation because of me. We survived all their torment because of me. We survived because I rose above all the tears you wept. We survived because I rose above all the screeches you made. I listened to you when your parents wouldn’t even bother. I talked to you when you’re alone. I consoled you as you cried. I loved you every time you felt unloved.”
“T-That is……true…”
Barely stuttered out of the lips of Megan, a tear escaping her right eye and began to slowly leak down her cheek since the only person that knows her darkest past…is Megan herself. The cigarette fell out of her mouth as she stuttered, not realising that it went out when it hit the floor. Not too long after saying those words her arms moved up and wrapped themselves around the eighteen year old’s body in a comforting way.
“I loved you then and I still love you now…give me a second chance and we’ll make it all better…trust me…just trust me.”
“Okay…I’ll trust you…”
Moments after saying those very words all the lights suddenly went out, turning the entire scene into blackness. All the sound vanished as well but after ten odd seconds the lights came back on. What was seen could be quite startling. We are still in the women’s locker room but every single locker was completely wrecked while some shattered bulb laid across the floor. Sitting behind these shattered bulbs was Megan McCrea but, while she was wearing of a blue pair of denim shorts with a 30 Seconds To Mars t-shirt, there was now a pair of horizontal black lines on each of her cheeks. The tear stain was no longer there as the Emo Princess’ originally forlorn expression, that was on her face before the lights went out, was replaced by a look of hatred, determination and potential instability.
“The four weeks has been ones that nobody would like to experience and now my undefeated streak is officially over by a lucky Jason Church. Am I upset? Yes I am very upset but it isn’t because I lost…okay it is partly because I lost the Revolver Match since no one truly likes losing unless they did it on purpose, but the main reason I’m upset is simply this…I never got to properly fight anybody. I never eliminated anybody, I never contributed to anyone’s elimination and the only I practically did, except for being eliminated myself, was entering the damn ring. My pay-per-view debut and left feeling simply buried…that is why I am upset and, unfortunately for one Sophie Oliveira, I plan on rectifying that insane wrong through the one thing I know I can do…injure people. Be them black, white, Asian, fat, thin, old, young or even a police officer…I’ll brutalise anybody who gets in my way.”
A somewhat dark chuckle departed from her lips after saying her words and momentarily looked away before glaring back at the camera with an evil grin.
“Am I upping my game because I’m against the Starlet Champion? Please, I’ll treat the poster girl as I treated all the other losers I’ve scored a victory over. I don’t discriminate, neither do I hold any true agendas against anybody…hell, Miss Oliveira might be the only woman to ever hold the WEW Championship while also being the current Starlet Champion, but who in the blue hell has she specifically beaten this throughout her reign? Serenity? …Who is she? Angelica Monroe, the most overrated woman in World Elite Wrestling history? Astor Lane, the wannabe rock star that is so boring that snail racing is a lot more entertaining? Which serious competition have you EVER beaten Sophie? And I not counting your bozo of a boyfriend since that was, by far, the WORST Animosity main event PERIOD. Oh I remember now, you faced Sayge Jemson and what happened? Oh yeah, you lost. Chris McKenzie? Lost yet again. And what about the transitional WEW Champion Adam Banz, the same Adam Banz nobody thought had what it takes to be a big star? What happened exactly? You LOST AGAIN! With you losing to people like them, nobody should blame me for viewing our confrontation as a game more than a match. Hell people might believe that the boss, whoever he or she may be these days, booked this match to see if I have what it takes to cope with the real stars of Animosity…but I believe that this match was simply booked for me to look impressive post Shattered Dreams as I take the ever so recognisable Starlet Champion and rip her into so many shreds that no one, and I mean no one, will ever recognise you as the dominant starlet from Salvador, Bahia, Brazil……but instead recognises you as some little, Latin American, girl who stood and fell before the Winds of Change.”
Her voice definitely sounded darker than it did back when she was arguing with herself as the female spoke out her words. After finishing her barrage of words Megan reached into one of her back pockets and pulled out an object before revealing, to the camera recording her, that this object is none other than a pen knife. With the knife in her right hand the Iron Maiden held it up, to a point where the blade itself blocked the lens from seeing the young woman’s right eye, as she began to speak up.’
“Do you doubt my words? Do you think what I say isn’t true? Well then Sophie…what happened the last time you faced Banz in a singles match? What happened when you and Sayge competed against each other to crown the inaugural holder of the Championship that you’re currently holding? And how did it feel to have McKenzie burn you while your dear boyfriend couldn’t do anything to stop him? Talking about your boyfriend, wasn’t Chance the guy that, before becoming the WEW Champion for the very first time, was solely known for some twitter comment saying ‘here I cum?’ Chophie this, Chophie that, here is another question I have for you, little girl…do you think that cry-baby will accept you after you lose that pretty little face of yours? There is an infinity of possibilities about what is going to happen when we collide for the very first time this Monday. I could cut you up into ribbons, ditch your corpse in some filthy dark alleyway, cut out some letters from some newspaper, turn those letters into a message and mail them to Priscilla…or maybe that is too Jack the Ripper like? Well in the light novel called ‘Fate Apocalypse’ Jack the Ripper was actually a girl. But then again there could be a different conclusion for our confrontation for the satisfaction and appreciation from this abomination that call themselves board members. Like how take your famed ‘Brazilian Blowout,’ kick out of it, Decapitate you, pin you, drag you up the ramp-way using a stretcher and throw you off the stage before setting you alight with both a lighter and some lighter fluid. But like I said, there is an ‘infinity of possibilities’ for what could happen in our match on this upcoming Animosity. So maybe you could somehow get VERY lucky and somehow scrape a FLUKE victory. Maybe you could barely survive my beating long enough for the Nation of Prominence to run down, jump you and cause me to get disqualified. Or maybe your German minion could save your sorry butt like she did against that Astor Lane chick. Whatever possibility fate chooses there are two things that remain certain…I prove to the world that I am superior to you, like the pound is to the dollar…or you become the luckiest girl alive by scoring the biggest FLUKE victory ever precedented on Animosity.”
A dark, almost twisted, sense of confidence was flowing throughout the young woman’s words and moments after classing the WEW board as an ‘abomination,’ Megan lowered the knifed and placed it down on her right thigh. After the words ‘setting you alight’ left her lips the purple haired dynamo reached her left hand between her legs, since she was sitting in a cross-legged position, and pulled out a small container full of lighter fluid. While continuing to speak Megan took the lid off, reached out and began to pour the fluid all over the scattered yet shattered bulbs before simply dropping the container on top of them all. Once the empty canister collided with the floor the Emo Princess’ left hand reached back into her other back pocket and pulled out a lighter. Without wasting any time she flipped the lid off and lit the flame yet McCrea purposely chose to wait until she finished all of her words before slowly directing the flame towards the broken glass. Instantaneously all the glass went ablaze, the canister easily becoming the centrepiece of this fire as a smile appeared on the mentally disturbed starlet’s face.
“To be or not to be, that is the question. Does one rise and fight a battle they can so easily lose? Or does one simply lay down and accept an eternity of insignificance? It is it truly noble to stand, to battle and to possibly lose? Or is it better to stay away from the limelight and welcome inferiority? To be or not to be. To become the star that I know I can be…or to let Shattered Dreams shatter all that I’ve hoped for? I’ll find out the answer this Monday at your expense Sophie….you think you can stop me? Then bring it everything you got to Animosity since, unlike the times you fought against both Angelica Monroe and Astor Lane, you’ll need every-single-thing you’ve got to beat me. I know that you’re a main event star while I’m the common low carder, so I can perfectly understand why people believe that I’m walking into the lion’s den, but there is one thing you seem to have not realised Sophie…the fire of fame, the fire of fortune, the fire of expectancy burns brightly for and against those who bears the candle. If you don’t understand then let me simplify it for you. You hold the candle and light it, while the fire burns your career is brightened greatly and this is evidenced by the WEW Title reign that you had. As it shines you won the Starlet Championship in your first attempt and successfully thwarted off challenge after challenge, thus making those who originally hated you secretly admire you…I should know since I use to be one of those secret admirers. But when the flame goes out…your relevance becomes lost in the dark. While your candle was stood your flame blazed brightly throughout the previous two years but now what remains of your candle is a tiny nub as your flame is now beginning to flicker out. It is while flickering out that its embers could catch you and whoever is both lucky and patient enough will capitalise on this, thus ending your once impressive Starlet Championship reign. That is how the fire of fame, fortune and expectancy burns for and against the candle bearer.”
While saying her words Megan’s right hand picked the pen knife back up before pointing the blade into the fire. She slowly swished the weapon leftwards and rightwards throughout each line that departed from her lips. Once she said her final few words the British female pulled back the knife and threw it to the side before suddenly standing up. Without wasting a single moment the purple haired female stepped over the flame, grabbed the camera and raised it up to eye level before speaking out a final time.
“Your flame is slowly expiring Sophie and this upcoming Monday, like it or not, I’m going to extinguish that fire.”
It was only moments after finishing her words that the eighteen year old purposely dropped the camera into the fire. The lens easily broke the moment it hit the floor but the last thing it heard before burning to its own death, over the crackling of the fire, was Megan sinister yet angelic laugh.