Post by MasterEvil on Jun 18, 2013 11:04:53 GMT
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How far do the mighty fall? That one line flows through my mind as I quickly made my way the backstage area and into my private locker room. The reason I have my own room now is because the other women think that I’m too unstable to be with…yet I’m alright with having my own room, since it keeps their cruelty away from me while also giving myself and Shannon our own special place. But how far does the mighty truly fall? When I begun I was an apparently dominant individual, even scoring victories over the likes of Layla and Sayge Jemson but then my performance in the Revolver Match was a disappointment…
On the following episode of Animosity my entire unpinned streak was annihilated in a ninety second squash match to Sophie Oliveira. After a month off I came back just to watch as my partner got pinned by Neffe Jones and last week I qualified for the Retribution Rumble, because my opponent Jon Moxley didn’t show up, only for Jahaira Rodriguez to rob me of my spot. So last week I entered an invitational for the final spot and had to rely on some unwanted distraction to win my spot back against a guy who spent the majority of last year losing…how far do the mighty fall? Heh, I guess I never was ‘mighty’ in the first place.
Without giving much of a thought I moved over to the only bench in the room, which happens to be right in front of my lonely locker, and sat my pert bottom down upon it before bending over to unlace my wrestling boots. The boots were easy to take off, and so was the socks, as after I took my kneepads off I stood back up and began to take my ring attire off. It was actually quite easy since my attire is kind of like a purple dress as once it was off I hung it up in my locker before looking down at my pale frame. The black bra and panties look alright even though my underwear is patterned with skulls…yes I know they’re childish but Shannon did say I look cute in them, and the fact that nobody has dared to strip me on-air yet is quite reassuring as well. Overall the bra and panties were easy to take off as I now stood here completely naked.
The shower room was a short and simple stroll as, at the moment I stepped into the shower, I grabbed the dial and turned it, letting the water sprinkle out from the nozzle and onto my body. Ten wins, three defeats and two draws…I guess that’s a decent record to have, even though that record is nothing more than a bunch of numbers. I didn’t become a professional wrestler for some numbers, especially considering how I have one of the smallest salaries around, but instead for the excitement and thrill of being an actress as well as a fighter. Once I was done I switched off the shower before grabbing a big blue and fluffy trowel. The drying was quick and easy, probably due to the fact that I’m a bit small, as after I was done I simply wrapped the soft trowel around my body before exiting the shower room.
Perhaps what I need, to further my career, is a change…but what kind of change? I’m definitely not becoming a flat-out diva since I won’t be able to coup with all the shopping, especially considering how I barely have enough money to feed myself in the first place. But perhaps something different, a demented archer from Sherwood Forest? No! That won’t work here, after all there is no way I’m going to stand out with something as bizarre as that…so what should I change? Well I’ve now arrived to my locker so I dropped the trowel on the floor pulling a bag out from the locker and opened it. I normally pack a spare set of clothes with me since it’s a lot cleaner than wearing the same clothes you came in with. I first pulled out the bra and easily put it on, since you’re bound to be experienced with bra straps after so many years, before…
Wait a second…I don’t recognise this. The majority of my breasts are exposed by this crimson bra and what is this in the bag? A crimson coloured thong!?! God damn it Shannon, she must have changed a few things when I was making myself breakfast. Well since there is no other undergarment in the bag, and I’m sure that nobody would dare approach this room, I guess I have no other choice but to put these on. Panties and thongs, both are easy to slip on as after I did not I bent over to look further into this bag, looking to see what else Treamon put in my bag. But at the moment I bent myself over I heard it…a wolf whistle. God I felt my entire face heat up, as if some set fire to it, but when I sprung myself up straight and spun around…I was met with a pair of lips pressing against mine.
Recognising the redhead as none other than Shannon, partly because she is the only person who would dare to enter my room, I pushed my lips back against hers. This kiss was short yet passionate. At the moment our lips depart she smiled at me quite cheerfully.
“You look so cute when you blush.”
Damn it, she had to say that didn’t she? And now I can feel myself blushing even more. Shannon simply giggled at this, as if wanting this kind of result in the first place, while looking at me. I knew that the redhead was enjoying the sight of me in this, quite revealing, pair of underwear. Shannon was still clothed in her ring gear as she snuggled in close to me, both of our arms wrapping themselves around each other as she began to speak up.
“We’re both in the Retribution Rumble now, let’s win it.”
Oh yeah, Shannon did pin one Shelby Campbell to earn a spot in the Retribution Rumble…so at least I’ll have some company in this match. But it also means that I’ll have to battle my beautiful redhead. Perhaps fate might but well apart in the order so I won’t have to fight her…I sure hope so, I don’t want to hurt her again. The way she said ‘let’s win it’ sounded very confident, I wish I had natural confidence like that…but I don’t know if I’ll get anywhere close to victory. I’ve tried to win big matches and have lost every-single-time…so how am I suppose to outlast twenty-nine others and become the main event of Legacy? Instead of saying my doubt however ‘ah’ softly escaped my lips as Shannon gave me such a tender kiss on my neck. I could also feel one of her hand softly pushing against my right buttock…but I can tell that this was more of an attempt to have me even closer to her than Shannon feeling my eighteen year old butt.
“Together we can beat anybody Megan, so let’s enjoy ourselves on that night.”
She said with a bright smile. I doubt my chances of winning the Retribution Rumble but I’ve fought so hard just to get there, even more than everyone else in the match, so maybe I should enjoy my time in the Rumble. So, after a couple of seconds, I finally smiled brightly and nodded.
“Sure, let’s have a blast this Sunday.”
After making my verbal reply I kissed Shannon on the neck. The moan she produced sounds like music to my ears as I began to use my hands to strip my sexy little redhead. Once I got her top and bra off she moved both her hands upwards before undoing my bra. Yes we’re both a bit flat-chested but that didn’t matter to me as I enjoy the view I have of Shannon as she hastily took off the rest of her clothes before moving her hands towards my thong. I blushed a little more after making a squeak when she accidentally pinched my rear, well she claimed it was an accident, and Shannon simply giggled again before finally managing to pull my thong down onto the floor.
The moment I stepped out of them I was completely naked as my naked lover passionately pressed her lips against mine and, like expected I avidly pressed my lips back against Shannon’s own. One of her hands was caressing one of my breasts and my hands were running through her wonderful hair as this kiss was indeed longer than the one before. Once our lips finally depart one of her hands moved away from my chest and gently grasped onto mine, since I pulled my hands away from her hair when our kiss ended, before enthusiastically guiding me back to the shower room…perhaps Shannon wants to have some fun in the water?
On the following episode of Animosity my entire unpinned streak was annihilated in a ninety second squash match to Sophie Oliveira. After a month off I came back just to watch as my partner got pinned by Neffe Jones and last week I qualified for the Retribution Rumble, because my opponent Jon Moxley didn’t show up, only for Jahaira Rodriguez to rob me of my spot. So last week I entered an invitational for the final spot and had to rely on some unwanted distraction to win my spot back against a guy who spent the majority of last year losing…how far do the mighty fall? Heh, I guess I never was ‘mighty’ in the first place.
Without giving much of a thought I moved over to the only bench in the room, which happens to be right in front of my lonely locker, and sat my pert bottom down upon it before bending over to unlace my wrestling boots. The boots were easy to take off, and so was the socks, as after I took my kneepads off I stood back up and began to take my ring attire off. It was actually quite easy since my attire is kind of like a purple dress as once it was off I hung it up in my locker before looking down at my pale frame. The black bra and panties look alright even though my underwear is patterned with skulls…yes I know they’re childish but Shannon did say I look cute in them, and the fact that nobody has dared to strip me on-air yet is quite reassuring as well. Overall the bra and panties were easy to take off as I now stood here completely naked.
The shower room was a short and simple stroll as, at the moment I stepped into the shower, I grabbed the dial and turned it, letting the water sprinkle out from the nozzle and onto my body. Ten wins, three defeats and two draws…I guess that’s a decent record to have, even though that record is nothing more than a bunch of numbers. I didn’t become a professional wrestler for some numbers, especially considering how I have one of the smallest salaries around, but instead for the excitement and thrill of being an actress as well as a fighter. Once I was done I switched off the shower before grabbing a big blue and fluffy trowel. The drying was quick and easy, probably due to the fact that I’m a bit small, as after I was done I simply wrapped the soft trowel around my body before exiting the shower room.
Perhaps what I need, to further my career, is a change…but what kind of change? I’m definitely not becoming a flat-out diva since I won’t be able to coup with all the shopping, especially considering how I barely have enough money to feed myself in the first place. But perhaps something different, a demented archer from Sherwood Forest? No! That won’t work here, after all there is no way I’m going to stand out with something as bizarre as that…so what should I change? Well I’ve now arrived to my locker so I dropped the trowel on the floor pulling a bag out from the locker and opened it. I normally pack a spare set of clothes with me since it’s a lot cleaner than wearing the same clothes you came in with. I first pulled out the bra and easily put it on, since you’re bound to be experienced with bra straps after so many years, before…
Wait a second…I don’t recognise this. The majority of my breasts are exposed by this crimson bra and what is this in the bag? A crimson coloured thong!?! God damn it Shannon, she must have changed a few things when I was making myself breakfast. Well since there is no other undergarment in the bag, and I’m sure that nobody would dare approach this room, I guess I have no other choice but to put these on. Panties and thongs, both are easy to slip on as after I did not I bent over to look further into this bag, looking to see what else Treamon put in my bag. But at the moment I bent myself over I heard it…a wolf whistle. God I felt my entire face heat up, as if some set fire to it, but when I sprung myself up straight and spun around…I was met with a pair of lips pressing against mine.
Recognising the redhead as none other than Shannon, partly because she is the only person who would dare to enter my room, I pushed my lips back against hers. This kiss was short yet passionate. At the moment our lips depart she smiled at me quite cheerfully.
“You look so cute when you blush.”
Damn it, she had to say that didn’t she? And now I can feel myself blushing even more. Shannon simply giggled at this, as if wanting this kind of result in the first place, while looking at me. I knew that the redhead was enjoying the sight of me in this, quite revealing, pair of underwear. Shannon was still clothed in her ring gear as she snuggled in close to me, both of our arms wrapping themselves around each other as she began to speak up.
“We’re both in the Retribution Rumble now, let’s win it.”
Oh yeah, Shannon did pin one Shelby Campbell to earn a spot in the Retribution Rumble…so at least I’ll have some company in this match. But it also means that I’ll have to battle my beautiful redhead. Perhaps fate might but well apart in the order so I won’t have to fight her…I sure hope so, I don’t want to hurt her again. The way she said ‘let’s win it’ sounded very confident, I wish I had natural confidence like that…but I don’t know if I’ll get anywhere close to victory. I’ve tried to win big matches and have lost every-single-time…so how am I suppose to outlast twenty-nine others and become the main event of Legacy? Instead of saying my doubt however ‘ah’ softly escaped my lips as Shannon gave me such a tender kiss on my neck. I could also feel one of her hand softly pushing against my right buttock…but I can tell that this was more of an attempt to have me even closer to her than Shannon feeling my eighteen year old butt.
“Together we can beat anybody Megan, so let’s enjoy ourselves on that night.”
She said with a bright smile. I doubt my chances of winning the Retribution Rumble but I’ve fought so hard just to get there, even more than everyone else in the match, so maybe I should enjoy my time in the Rumble. So, after a couple of seconds, I finally smiled brightly and nodded.
“Sure, let’s have a blast this Sunday.”
After making my verbal reply I kissed Shannon on the neck. The moan she produced sounds like music to my ears as I began to use my hands to strip my sexy little redhead. Once I got her top and bra off she moved both her hands upwards before undoing my bra. Yes we’re both a bit flat-chested but that didn’t matter to me as I enjoy the view I have of Shannon as she hastily took off the rest of her clothes before moving her hands towards my thong. I blushed a little more after making a squeak when she accidentally pinched my rear, well she claimed it was an accident, and Shannon simply giggled again before finally managing to pull my thong down onto the floor.
The moment I stepped out of them I was completely naked as my naked lover passionately pressed her lips against mine and, like expected I avidly pressed my lips back against Shannon’s own. One of her hands was caressing one of my breasts and my hands were running through her wonderful hair as this kiss was indeed longer than the one before. Once our lips finally depart one of her hands moved away from my chest and gently grasped onto mine, since I pulled my hands away from her hair when our kiss ended, before enthusiastically guiding me back to the shower room…perhaps Shannon wants to have some fun in the water?
act 2
Walking around the reception of a rehabilitation centre in Los Angeles is the purple haired nineteen year old Megan McCrea. She is currently wearing an ‘Enter Shikari’ shirt with a pair of blue low rider shorts but why is she here? The reason is unknown but a cameraman have just entered the reception area, with an official WEW camera over his shoulder, and quickly moved over to the purple haired woman before pressing the record button. Megan was quite annoyed at the fact the cameraman is refusing to wait until she visited her recovering friend but managed to not let that pout show as she began to speak.
“Today is Wednesday, the twelfth of June, and this Sunday I get to battle twenty-nine others in WEW’s own Retribution Rumble. The winner gets to headline Legacy against a World Championship…while the other twenty-nine has to live with the fact that they have failed to gain a Legacy main event. Am I worried about failing? Nope. Why is that you ask? Because I won the wooden spoon invitational to get here, so I am frankly guaranteed to be the odds on favourite to be eliminated first…sad but true. I don’t mind though since, unlike two-thirds of this year’s entries, I actually earned my spot and unlike all the true qualifiers I actually pinned a Champion to get my spot in this Rumble match. So while the expectations isn’t on me, I should technically be what people call the ‘dark horse’ of this match since I fought the bloody hardest to get here. It’s not like any of those twenty-nine can say that they got stripped of their entry spot, only to win it back against a Champion.”
Does these words sound like a way to hype herself up? Yes they do but, at the same time, they are somewhat true as well as fluid when they left her lips. After saying her words the young woman took a few steps back and gently leaned against one of the windows before continuing to speak.
“Sure the Divas of Harlem are on a roll of some kind, and I don’t mean when you push Neffeteria onto her almost sumo-like butt, but I don’t exactly see one of them lasting long enough for the other to come in and help them. Yes they did beat me and Shannon in a tag team match, which was my first match in six weeks, but at the end of the day that means nothing in a match like this. Will they fall apart in the aftermath? Probably not but I know for a fact that it is only a matter of time before they start thinking about themselves more than their team.
Another person that I can’t see winning the Rumble is Jason Church, the guy who scored my very first defeat. Adrian Quinn won the Revolver match but at the end of the day Church was the guy who eliminated me so he is the guy who defeated me. And, if anything, that just makes more determined to eliminate him…sure Church defeated Adrian Jobs at Battlefield, thus scoring Animosity’s only win at the event, but that was bloody ages ago and things do change during that time. Like how he instantly bitched about Kevin Hunter after losing his first Animosity main event. I’m not sure about you but I would be ashamed to see Jason become the top guy here. Yes he has turned over a new leaf since the start of the year but why should that stop me from eliminating him from the Retribution Rumble?”
The index and middle finger of her right hand trail across the window as Miss McCrea continued to speak out her words, partly paying attention to the camera recording her and partly looking out the window to see the pouring rain. After finishing her words Megan darted her eyes fully towards the camera lens and even pushed herself away from the window as she began her newest set of words.
“So overall the only threats I see on Animosity are Jason Church and Neffeteria Jones of Divas of Harlem. Nobody else on this rosters means anything to me. Vantage is a has-been while Amber, Aubrey and Angelica have no talent in the first place. And for the rest of the Animosity members? They’re not even worth mentioning, I don’t see any talent among any of them, so they’re worth any more of my time except for when I eliminate them. Hell the majority of the Animosity roster is a JOKE, even more so than this whole New Regime crap that’s trying to take over. Sure, Dexter Black and Chris McKenzie were somewhat helpful when I pinned Brian James but with Muppets like them and Karolina Graf…the New Regime is just one fall away from falling apart. Where could that fall be? Probably Legacy if-no…when I win the Retribution Rumble. I can hear people spew shit about how good Chance Rugani is, hell he’s a three time WEW Champion for Christ’s sake, but that mean absolutely NOTHING to me…especially when his record against women is very pitiful.”
With every sentence that passed her lips the eighteen year old starlet got step and step closer to the camera. Like expected the cameraman was slowly taking his steps back since, even though she sounded calm at the moment, Megan isn’t one somebody would call level-headed. The moment ‘joke’ shouted out from her mouth the cameraman felt his back up against a wall, personally worried that Megan would do something horrific to him. When she finished her words the purple haired dynamo was right in front of him…however the female simply walked pass him and was about to enter a corridor before stopping and motioning to the camera to follow her. So that was what the cameraman did, quickly following her into the corridor to see her walking backwards, possibly to continue this promo a little further while reaching her destination.
“So maybe I do have a reason to win the Rumble now since I know that, given the chance, I could be the one who ends Rugani’s ego trip and third WEW Title reign. So I definitely don’t want to be the twenty-nine other Muppets that are going to be unfortunate enough to tell in the ring against me for Retribution will be the night where the little, purple haired, princess will turn into a beast and rip every-single-one of them into two. This roster is a joke…the New Regime is a joke…management is a joke…Animosity itself is a joke and, this Sunday, I’m going to put an end to this joke by winning twenty-thirteen’s Retribution Rumble.”
No aggression, doubt or worry but instead determination, confidence and potential haughtiness…that is what was in the Emo Princess’ voice as she spoke out her words, ignoring the doctors and nurses that are going pass her. Her words sounded purposeful and her body language was a bit laidback as, after finishing her words young starlet stopped in her track and looked over at the door to her right. Without giving the cameraman any motions the young woman opened the door and smiled brightly towards whoever was in there, since the camera couldn’t see what was inside from this angle, before entering the room. With the door quickly closing behind her the camera operator took this as a sign that the promo is over. So he began to switch off the camera while failing to realise that the device has recorded this last line, from the room that Megan entered, before being turned off.
“It’s nice to see you again………Jericho.”
“Today is Wednesday, the twelfth of June, and this Sunday I get to battle twenty-nine others in WEW’s own Retribution Rumble. The winner gets to headline Legacy against a World Championship…while the other twenty-nine has to live with the fact that they have failed to gain a Legacy main event. Am I worried about failing? Nope. Why is that you ask? Because I won the wooden spoon invitational to get here, so I am frankly guaranteed to be the odds on favourite to be eliminated first…sad but true. I don’t mind though since, unlike two-thirds of this year’s entries, I actually earned my spot and unlike all the true qualifiers I actually pinned a Champion to get my spot in this Rumble match. So while the expectations isn’t on me, I should technically be what people call the ‘dark horse’ of this match since I fought the bloody hardest to get here. It’s not like any of those twenty-nine can say that they got stripped of their entry spot, only to win it back against a Champion.”
Does these words sound like a way to hype herself up? Yes they do but, at the same time, they are somewhat true as well as fluid when they left her lips. After saying her words the young woman took a few steps back and gently leaned against one of the windows before continuing to speak.
“Sure the Divas of Harlem are on a roll of some kind, and I don’t mean when you push Neffeteria onto her almost sumo-like butt, but I don’t exactly see one of them lasting long enough for the other to come in and help them. Yes they did beat me and Shannon in a tag team match, which was my first match in six weeks, but at the end of the day that means nothing in a match like this. Will they fall apart in the aftermath? Probably not but I know for a fact that it is only a matter of time before they start thinking about themselves more than their team.
Another person that I can’t see winning the Rumble is Jason Church, the guy who scored my very first defeat. Adrian Quinn won the Revolver match but at the end of the day Church was the guy who eliminated me so he is the guy who defeated me. And, if anything, that just makes more determined to eliminate him…sure Church defeated Adrian Jobs at Battlefield, thus scoring Animosity’s only win at the event, but that was bloody ages ago and things do change during that time. Like how he instantly bitched about Kevin Hunter after losing his first Animosity main event. I’m not sure about you but I would be ashamed to see Jason become the top guy here. Yes he has turned over a new leaf since the start of the year but why should that stop me from eliminating him from the Retribution Rumble?”
The index and middle finger of her right hand trail across the window as Miss McCrea continued to speak out her words, partly paying attention to the camera recording her and partly looking out the window to see the pouring rain. After finishing her words Megan darted her eyes fully towards the camera lens and even pushed herself away from the window as she began her newest set of words.
“So overall the only threats I see on Animosity are Jason Church and Neffeteria Jones of Divas of Harlem. Nobody else on this rosters means anything to me. Vantage is a has-been while Amber, Aubrey and Angelica have no talent in the first place. And for the rest of the Animosity members? They’re not even worth mentioning, I don’t see any talent among any of them, so they’re worth any more of my time except for when I eliminate them. Hell the majority of the Animosity roster is a JOKE, even more so than this whole New Regime crap that’s trying to take over. Sure, Dexter Black and Chris McKenzie were somewhat helpful when I pinned Brian James but with Muppets like them and Karolina Graf…the New Regime is just one fall away from falling apart. Where could that fall be? Probably Legacy if-no…when I win the Retribution Rumble. I can hear people spew shit about how good Chance Rugani is, hell he’s a three time WEW Champion for Christ’s sake, but that mean absolutely NOTHING to me…especially when his record against women is very pitiful.”
With every sentence that passed her lips the eighteen year old starlet got step and step closer to the camera. Like expected the cameraman was slowly taking his steps back since, even though she sounded calm at the moment, Megan isn’t one somebody would call level-headed. The moment ‘joke’ shouted out from her mouth the cameraman felt his back up against a wall, personally worried that Megan would do something horrific to him. When she finished her words the purple haired dynamo was right in front of him…however the female simply walked pass him and was about to enter a corridor before stopping and motioning to the camera to follow her. So that was what the cameraman did, quickly following her into the corridor to see her walking backwards, possibly to continue this promo a little further while reaching her destination.
“So maybe I do have a reason to win the Rumble now since I know that, given the chance, I could be the one who ends Rugani’s ego trip and third WEW Title reign. So I definitely don’t want to be the twenty-nine other Muppets that are going to be unfortunate enough to tell in the ring against me for Retribution will be the night where the little, purple haired, princess will turn into a beast and rip every-single-one of them into two. This roster is a joke…the New Regime is a joke…management is a joke…Animosity itself is a joke and, this Sunday, I’m going to put an end to this joke by winning twenty-thirteen’s Retribution Rumble.”
No aggression, doubt or worry but instead determination, confidence and potential haughtiness…that is what was in the Emo Princess’ voice as she spoke out her words, ignoring the doctors and nurses that are going pass her. Her words sounded purposeful and her body language was a bit laidback as, after finishing her words young starlet stopped in her track and looked over at the door to her right. Without giving the cameraman any motions the young woman opened the door and smiled brightly towards whoever was in there, since the camera couldn’t see what was inside from this angle, before entering the room. With the door quickly closing behind her the camera operator took this as a sign that the promo is over. So he began to switch off the camera while failing to realise that the device has recorded this last line, from the room that Megan entered, before being turned off.
“It’s nice to see you again………Jericho.”
act 3
The scene opens up on an almost empty field of some kind, with the only things there being a few hedges and a massive tree in the middle…why is the camera recording this scene? Because there is somebody leaning back against that lonely tree. Who is this person? When the camera got close enough to get more details it found out that this person is a smallish female that is not only pale but has purple hair. She is wearing military patterned bottoms and a military patterned top, with a pair of army boots and even a cute looking barret on top of her head.
“Attention!”
The British accent in her voice, and the sweet giggle that followed her one-worded order, must have made it obvious that she is none other than the self-proclaimed ‘Emo Princess’ Megan McCrea. We’re only two nights away from the Retribution event and after finally stopping her giggle the eighteen year old shot an innocent looking smile towards the camera.
“I so wanted to say that since Keith gave me these clothes as an early birthday present…did I just say birthday? Why yes I did for Retribution isn’t just the night where I outlast twenty-nine others and win the Retribution Rumble but it is also the last day of me being eighteen years old. That’s right, on the day afterwards I’ll be a big nineteen year old…and what a better way to celebrate it early by taking the best Adrenaline has, eliminating them and earn myself a Legacy main event? You think I can’t handle Adrenaline? Yes, the Animosity roster is a joke and the Adrenaline roster indeed look stronger…but the likes of Genesis, Jack Shredder and Kevin Kilbourne doesn’t exactly send shivers down my spine. Sure there are a couple of decent threats but the rest of them can be swatted away without breaking a sweat.”
Okay, the way Megan said her last line indeed sounded cocky…perhaps too cocky. But the light smile remained on her face as her right hand moved up to tilt the barret slightly to the left, clearly liking this part of the clothes the most.
“The first of these threats is a guy called Ryan Jackson. I’ve heard a lot about him in the but I honestly don’t give a shit about his time with one ‘Nathan Parker’ since, like it or not, his reign with the World Heavyweight Championship is, by far, the longest that belt ever had. So he does have experience when it goes to World Titles and what it takes to not just earn a shot but actually win the belt. So it’s obvious that he’s a favourite…right? Well I’m not intimidated by him, not at all, especially considering that I think it was at the last year’s Retribution that he lost the Titan Championship to one Catelyn Vaine. And considering that he lost the World Heavyweight Title to Shady Layne…I don’t think he has a good history with women. He lost his first belt to Catelyn, he lost his World Title to Shady while part of the credit goes to Rhiannon and, ever since you failed to win back your belt, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought in Haylee’s Adrenaline. Man your history with women sure do suck, to a point where your girlfriend is a clear loser…or did she inherit that from you?”
I don’t think she blatantly trying to be mean but the way she sounded when she spoke about Ryan’s history with women, almost pitying the former World Heavyweight Champion, didn’t sound nice at all. And the burst of laughter she produced after insulting one half of the first Tag Team Champions was a bit nasty. Yet the cameraman chose not to make a comment about this as the teenage berserker continued to speak.
“The other clear threat that only an idiot would overlook is Adrenaline’s reigning Double Champion Trish Newborn. The fact that she could end up losing both Titles by the time she enters the Rumble is absolutely none of my business since, at Retribution, my business would be just to eliminate her and win the Retribution Rumble. Why am I confident about my chances against Trish? One, she’ll have to defend both her Titles earlier in the night. And two, the expectations will be too much for her to cope with. I should know this since the expectations of being a potential winner made me become too cocky for my own good…thus causing me to have one of my worst ever performances. So that is why I know that I can handle you Newborn. Yes you’re a success story riding on a flaming wave of momentum but at Retribution I’m doing to drown your flame with a tsunami of reality and cut your story up with the blade of destiny. Don’t take this defeat too hard though Trish…you were never good enough to hold a World Championship anyway, so I’m saving you from embarrassing yourself at the main event of Legacy. So are you a weirdo that gets pleasure from humiliation? I guess that would be the only reason why you’re a-okay with defending your belts in such a stupid match.”
While saying her words the young starlet began to walk around the tree, the index and middle fingers of her right hand trailing against the tree’s surface as she did so. Since he wasn’t given a signal or anything the cameraman chose to stay still as the currently cheerful Brit go in circles around the tree, personally thinking that she is a complete loony but choosing not to say anything in case her happy mood suddenly changes. After finishing her words she stopped dead in her tracks, glanced over towards the cameraman and motioned him to come over. Quite nervously he decided to do so and it was only when he was in perfect grabbing distance Megan offered her palm up, the male taking it a symbol as to stop as she began to speak yet again.
“I’m sure that you want me to mention Calvin Harris but if he can’t beat a guy who wears a suit…then he’s nothing short of a laughing stock. And seeing that Caroline is one the reigning Women’s Champion also shows how much the women’s division suck over at Adrenaline. Hell I look at both Adrenaline and Animosity but, when people expect to see the world’s elite, all I see are jokes…World Elite Wrestling seems to be full of bad, boring and pointless jokes. From Armada Latina and Haylee’s obsession with firing people to this New Regime and the fact that Astor Lane can become a Champion even though she sounds like an asthmatic when singing. I came to WEW to be among the elite, not to be a object of constant ridicule…so this Sunday I’m going to do something about it.”
She sounds so arrogantly cocky when saying talking about one ‘Calvin Harris’ and ‘Caroline’ yet, rather unfortunately, there is very little to argue against with those words. Yet now, after classing the entire WEW as a joke, her smile was replaced with a determined look as her voice has changed from laidback to complete serious tone. The cameraman wanted to cower back but was unable to as McCrea’s left hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his shoulder quite firmly to it.
“This is what I’m going to do this Sunday. I’m going to enter the Retribution Rumble, not giving a shit about what number I get, I’m going to eliminate any soul who is unfortunate enough to cross my path and win the Retribution Rumble. I’m going to take this shot all the way to Legacy, dethrone the pussy called Chance Rugani, and save what remains of World Elite Wrestling from being a complete farce. Because it’s my destiny…because no one else, on the roster, has the guts to stand up for themselves…and because I am the Heroine that WEW deserves. You’re welcome.”
Cold yet purposeful, serious yet passionate, these are definitely good enough words to use when describing the eighteen year old’s words as she forced the camera to look directly into her English eyes. After finishing her words Megan simply pushed the cameraman backwards, causing him to not only fall onto his back…but also dropping his camera, thus causing it to shatter and end this promo with the sound of static.
“Attention!”
The British accent in her voice, and the sweet giggle that followed her one-worded order, must have made it obvious that she is none other than the self-proclaimed ‘Emo Princess’ Megan McCrea. We’re only two nights away from the Retribution event and after finally stopping her giggle the eighteen year old shot an innocent looking smile towards the camera.
“I so wanted to say that since Keith gave me these clothes as an early birthday present…did I just say birthday? Why yes I did for Retribution isn’t just the night where I outlast twenty-nine others and win the Retribution Rumble but it is also the last day of me being eighteen years old. That’s right, on the day afterwards I’ll be a big nineteen year old…and what a better way to celebrate it early by taking the best Adrenaline has, eliminating them and earn myself a Legacy main event? You think I can’t handle Adrenaline? Yes, the Animosity roster is a joke and the Adrenaline roster indeed look stronger…but the likes of Genesis, Jack Shredder and Kevin Kilbourne doesn’t exactly send shivers down my spine. Sure there are a couple of decent threats but the rest of them can be swatted away without breaking a sweat.”
Okay, the way Megan said her last line indeed sounded cocky…perhaps too cocky. But the light smile remained on her face as her right hand moved up to tilt the barret slightly to the left, clearly liking this part of the clothes the most.
“The first of these threats is a guy called Ryan Jackson. I’ve heard a lot about him in the but I honestly don’t give a shit about his time with one ‘Nathan Parker’ since, like it or not, his reign with the World Heavyweight Championship is, by far, the longest that belt ever had. So he does have experience when it goes to World Titles and what it takes to not just earn a shot but actually win the belt. So it’s obvious that he’s a favourite…right? Well I’m not intimidated by him, not at all, especially considering that I think it was at the last year’s Retribution that he lost the Titan Championship to one Catelyn Vaine. And considering that he lost the World Heavyweight Title to Shady Layne…I don’t think he has a good history with women. He lost his first belt to Catelyn, he lost his World Title to Shady while part of the credit goes to Rhiannon and, ever since you failed to win back your belt, you’ve been nothing more than an afterthought in Haylee’s Adrenaline. Man your history with women sure do suck, to a point where your girlfriend is a clear loser…or did she inherit that from you?”
I don’t think she blatantly trying to be mean but the way she sounded when she spoke about Ryan’s history with women, almost pitying the former World Heavyweight Champion, didn’t sound nice at all. And the burst of laughter she produced after insulting one half of the first Tag Team Champions was a bit nasty. Yet the cameraman chose not to make a comment about this as the teenage berserker continued to speak.
“The other clear threat that only an idiot would overlook is Adrenaline’s reigning Double Champion Trish Newborn. The fact that she could end up losing both Titles by the time she enters the Rumble is absolutely none of my business since, at Retribution, my business would be just to eliminate her and win the Retribution Rumble. Why am I confident about my chances against Trish? One, she’ll have to defend both her Titles earlier in the night. And two, the expectations will be too much for her to cope with. I should know this since the expectations of being a potential winner made me become too cocky for my own good…thus causing me to have one of my worst ever performances. So that is why I know that I can handle you Newborn. Yes you’re a success story riding on a flaming wave of momentum but at Retribution I’m doing to drown your flame with a tsunami of reality and cut your story up with the blade of destiny. Don’t take this defeat too hard though Trish…you were never good enough to hold a World Championship anyway, so I’m saving you from embarrassing yourself at the main event of Legacy. So are you a weirdo that gets pleasure from humiliation? I guess that would be the only reason why you’re a-okay with defending your belts in such a stupid match.”
While saying her words the young starlet began to walk around the tree, the index and middle fingers of her right hand trailing against the tree’s surface as she did so. Since he wasn’t given a signal or anything the cameraman chose to stay still as the currently cheerful Brit go in circles around the tree, personally thinking that she is a complete loony but choosing not to say anything in case her happy mood suddenly changes. After finishing her words she stopped dead in her tracks, glanced over towards the cameraman and motioned him to come over. Quite nervously he decided to do so and it was only when he was in perfect grabbing distance Megan offered her palm up, the male taking it a symbol as to stop as she began to speak yet again.
“I’m sure that you want me to mention Calvin Harris but if he can’t beat a guy who wears a suit…then he’s nothing short of a laughing stock. And seeing that Caroline is one the reigning Women’s Champion also shows how much the women’s division suck over at Adrenaline. Hell I look at both Adrenaline and Animosity but, when people expect to see the world’s elite, all I see are jokes…World Elite Wrestling seems to be full of bad, boring and pointless jokes. From Armada Latina and Haylee’s obsession with firing people to this New Regime and the fact that Astor Lane can become a Champion even though she sounds like an asthmatic when singing. I came to WEW to be among the elite, not to be a object of constant ridicule…so this Sunday I’m going to do something about it.”
She sounds so arrogantly cocky when saying talking about one ‘Calvin Harris’ and ‘Caroline’ yet, rather unfortunately, there is very little to argue against with those words. Yet now, after classing the entire WEW as a joke, her smile was replaced with a determined look as her voice has changed from laidback to complete serious tone. The cameraman wanted to cower back but was unable to as McCrea’s left hand suddenly shot out and grabbed his shoulder quite firmly to it.
“This is what I’m going to do this Sunday. I’m going to enter the Retribution Rumble, not giving a shit about what number I get, I’m going to eliminate any soul who is unfortunate enough to cross my path and win the Retribution Rumble. I’m going to take this shot all the way to Legacy, dethrone the pussy called Chance Rugani, and save what remains of World Elite Wrestling from being a complete farce. Because it’s my destiny…because no one else, on the roster, has the guts to stand up for themselves…and because I am the Heroine that WEW deserves. You’re welcome.”
Cold yet purposeful, serious yet passionate, these are definitely good enough words to use when describing the eighteen year old’s words as she forced the camera to look directly into her English eyes. After finishing her words Megan simply pushed the cameraman backwards, causing him to not only fall onto his back…but also dropping his camera, thus causing it to shatter and end this promo with the sound of static.