Post by MasterEvil on May 26, 2013 8:24:36 GMT
Seattle Washington…a possibly pleasant place that is going to go right down and ugly this Monday when Animosity with their dazzling array of violent confrontations yet one of the lower card matches is a confrontation against two teams that are practical opposites. On one hand you have the African American team called Divas of Harlem, consisting of Neffeteria Jones and Deidra Johnson, that have been gathering positive after positive responses from the audience every week. While on the other hand there is a couple of pale outcasts, called Megan McCrea and Shannon Treamon, in a team called The New Generation, which have been given mixed responses from critics and fans alike for one reason…they rarely team up. For months WEW.com have acknowledged as a tag team yet this Monday will mark only their second ever match together.
Megan could be classed as a massive contributor to this factor however since she haven’t been one known for willingly teaming up with people, mainly due to her childhood full of fear and loneliness, yet she is also the potential draw of this match. Why is that? The first Animosity after her failure to win the Revolver Match at Shattered Dreams shown Megan’s unbeaten run completely buried by one Sophie Oliveira, in a match that Megan has personally thought was only made to make the Brazilian look good, and no one has ever seen the eighteen year old in a wrestling ring since. So not only is this the New Generation’s second ever tag team match, the first being with the team demolishing The Mafia Queens, but also Megan McCrea’s return to a WEW ring. But still the match is booked low down since McCrea isn’t as favourably booked as Chance Rugani…yet how will the once unbeatable purple haired dynamo fare in her first WEW match in a month?
The location is the backstage area of the Key Arena and currently walking through backstage is the youngest member of the Animosity roster, Megan McCrea, and like expected there is a lit cigarette in her mouth. Her clothes consist of a black miniskirt, matching t-shirt with the words ‘fight for a reason’ on the front and a pale grey pair of wrestling boots…possibly deciding on a new ring attire perhaps? Either yes or no Jordyn Wilde came out of nowhere, like a the police these days, with a cameraman behind her. The expression on the Emo Princess’ face showed how obviously surprised she is yet didn’t have a comment as Animosity’s current interviewer immediately spun around to face the camera and began to speak.
“Jordyn Wilde here…this Monday we’ll be seeing a lot of amazing battles yet this Monday will also mark the return of a once dominant sta-”
While the interviewer spoke out her words the Iron Maiden glanced away for a moment before slowly taking the cigarette out of her mouth. It was only when Jordyn uttered the words ‘once dominant’ that Megan exhaled the smoke right towards Wilde, causing her to cough before furiously turning her attention directly towards the person she was planning to interview.
“Hey, you shouldn’t do that; ever arena is a no smoking zone…and wait, isn’t it illegal for you to-”[/font]
“Smoke?”
The sharpness of Megan’s voice immediately silenced the interviewer and the teenage mother simply strolled up to her, so she was beside the interviewer. Once next to Jordyn, Miss McCrea threw the cigarette away before speaking up again.
“Perhaps it is and perhaps it isn’t, I don’t give a damn. What I do give a damn about however is what your little statement…basically because it was absolutely right. I was once dominant…you name the women and I’ve scored victories over them like Layla, Eliza Grey and Sayge Jemson. Hell I was the very last person to have a victory over the last two I’ve mentioned. Yet against Sophie Oliveira not only did I lose my unbeaten run, but I lost while giving out one piece of offence. I’m not sure if that was the creative team’s way of saying that nobody is bigger than them or their way of making Sayge look pathetic compared to Chance’s little leech…oh before I forget…congratulations on becoming World Elite Wrestling’s very first Triple Crown Champion, nobody else on the roster seems to have such good links with management like you so I guess the only surprise is that it haven’t happened sooner.”
Shortly after finishing her words a chuckle left the Emo Princess’ lips, the way she said her last line sounded more like a playful jab than an accusing rant. The sharpness of her voice was smoothly replaced with a more confident kind of a tone. Throughout her words Megan was looking into Wilde’s eyes, blinking very rarely, but after speaking of Sophie Oliveira the pale lady turned her head towards the camera recording this ‘interview.’
“But back to what I was saying…I don’t know why the shit that happened happen but at the end of the day it happened, the Starlet Title match at Battlefield was as boring as I predicted on twitter, and that’s the end of it. For approximately a month nobody seen me on an episode of Animosity…why did I disappear? Was it to better myself? To keep my self calm? Because of personal shit that was causing me to mentally fall apart? Perhaps any of those things could explain why I was gone but don’t you ever consider this to be a fall from grace since what I plan to do is to simply continue where I left off in beating starlet after starlet that is put in front of me. And unfortunately for this ‘Divas of Harlem’ team, both DeDe and Neffe are going to do an Adam Banz and lose to me in my first match back.”
As the eighteen year old spoke one thing become clearer and clearer with every passing word. Her voice was no longer full of unease like it was in all her of previous promos in WEW, instead her voiced sounded more confident, happy and even laidback…whatever the reason for her absence be, clearly the little British lass has benefited from it.
“Quite confident words so I say so myself, Megan, but aren’t you being a little too confident?”[/font]
That one question instantly got the eighteen year old to snap her head towards the older woman so straight away Jordyn immediately revealed the reason behind her question.
“The Divas of Harlem have such amazing chemistry while Shannon hasn’t exactly been impressive at all while you’ve been out of action for so long. So perhaps…”[/font]
“Perhaps what?”
The Englishwoman’s tone instantly changed back to its sharp tone that actually made the ever lovable interviewer eep out in surprise yet the young woman from Loughborough didn’t seem too bothered by this as she continued to speak.
“Perhaps I’m too sure of myself? Perhaps I’m being too cocky? Perhaps I’m underestimating the Divas of Harlem. I’m not like Rugani, Banz or Flame…and unlike all of them I plan to actually back up my words. Perhaps you’re the one underestimating me? Perhaps you’re the one who hoped that I would never come back? Perhaps you’re the one that put money on the Divas of Harlem winning this Monday…well, AREN’T YOU!?!”
Each word got more venomous than the last, the fear on Jordyn’s face becoming more and more clearer as each word was said. When she began to give the interviewer some questions of her own McCrea began to get real close up with Miss Wilde and almost like predicted she began to cower down in fear with each question. The moment Megan shouted out her final question Jordyn almost screamed in absolute terror especially when she saw Megan rising up her right hand, possibly expecting to be struck. Yet instead an almost angelic smile appeared on Megan’s face as she instead reached her right hand down and caressed her cheek. The older woman was very surprised at this and slowly rose up to her feet, believing that she is safe, before discovering that McCrea’s originally angel-like smile has slowly faded into a demonic one…but before she could do anything Megan violent shoved the interviewer down onto the floor yet the cameraman didn’t dare move since, almost instantly afterwards, the Emo Princess swung her head towards the recording device with a ‘do you feel lucky’ look on her face.
“Terror, fear, regret…what beautiful emotions in such an ugly world. This Monday I return to this ugly world of professional wrestling by hurting a couple of beautiful girls. Yes Deidra Johnson and Neffeteria Jones are beautiful in their own rights, Neffe has a face that many people from Harlem wants to kiss while DeDe has a posterior that many people from Harlem wants to touch…wouldn’t it be so tragic for those very people see them two get hurt…battered…bloodied up. Yes? Good, that is so what I hope…why is that? Isn’t it obvious? Could it be because we are all ugly, inside or outside, and these Divas of Harlem need to learn about that truth in the most diabolical way possible? Or could it be because I want to hurt them? Nope…neither…the reason why I want to give them the excruciating kind of pain possible is because…the suffering I cause others to feel brings a smile upon my face.
Is that sick and twisted? Possibly; do I care? Nope…I have no reason to lie, neither do I have a reason to stop people from booing or cheering me on. As mentally sickening as I appear…I am probably the most honest person to ever a squared circle. I don’t make up reasons like ‘oh I hate the look of you’ or ‘you look like a threat,’ I just simply admit that I take pure delight in the suffering I put others through. But while I’m being honest, Divas of Harlem, let me tell you what I’m going to do on my first night back.”
The cameraman slowly backed away as Megan spoke, knowing that she is taking her steps towards him with each one spoken, and while it was see to see the Brit admit about how pretty her opponents were…she sounded so evil as she spoke of what she hoped to do to both Johnson and Jones. But what was most sickening was her true reason and while speaking of her honesty the cameraman felt a wall behind his back, realising that he is now trapped behind the wall and this crazed young woman. After saying her final few words Megan was now directly face-to-face with the camera lens and both of her hands grabbed onto the camera without a moment of delay. Immediately she ripped the recording device out of the camera operator’s hands and held it even closer to her face before beginning to speak up.
“This what I’m going to do Deidra. I’m going to enter the ring, look at you directly in your eyes and give you utter hell. I will smash your pretty little face against all twelve turnbuckles, in descending order so you’ll end up on the mat where I could stomp down all your limps until they are broken. Then I’ll also choke you against the ropes and smash your face with knee strike after knee strike, after knee strike. Afterwards I’ll drag you by your hair all the way to the steel steps, trap your arm on it and stamp out the fucking national anthem until your elbow is utterly shattered.
Your pain will be such music to my ears but what about you Neffeteria? It wouldn’t be fair if you were left out from all the fun, wouldn’t it? I’ll enjoy ripping your hair out from their roots, strand by fucking strand. I’ll the nail of my index ginger right into your eye socket, twirl it around and pluck out your eye just so you can see the pain and suffering I’m putting you through. Hell I might has well do to you what I’ll be doing to dear DeDe…and the reason for all of this is because it brings a smile to my lips.”
Even though sickening in her tone of voice, and probably as well as her head, the eighteen year old continued to smile in probably the most innocent of ways. The only pause that came just a momentary breathe, that literally lasted for just a moment or two, before continuing on about Miss Jones. After finishing her words Megan glanced over towards the cameraman to spot both him and Jordyn Wilde running off, probably worried about what could the deranged Brit do to them, and simply sighed lightly before looking back towards the camera with one hell of an evil grin.
“Am I underestimating either of you? Am I at all worried about the fact you two fly around the ring faster than a pair of monkeys on speed? Nope, not at all. If anything everyone is underestimating the potential of the New Generation. On one hand you have somebody who has scored the first elimination at Battlefield, in breath-taking Shannon Treamon, and then you have me the twenty-first century killing machine Megan McCrea…you want to prove yourselves Divas of Harlem? Prove to yourselves that your better than Shannon? Better than me? Better than the New Generation? Bring it, The New Generation will just eat you both alive.”
After darkly saying her final few words Megan simply dropped the camera, letting the crunching sound of a valuable piece of equipment shattering across the floor become the final thing the device records before the footage goes black…thus ending this Megan’s first promo back.[/center]