Post by MasterEvil on Jul 4, 2013 10:39:17 GMT
act 1
act 2
My eyes snap open and I scream at a very high pitch…another nightmare haunts my night. Well I can just say ‘the same’ instead of ‘another’ since it is the same nightmare that has haunted me many times before. Gemma’s hands, Chad’s sickening smile and my frightened naked body…why can’t this nightmare leave me alone!?! The clock say half three in the morning and my cold, sweaty, body is all alone in this hotel room. Normally Shannon would be with me but since her Monday night match is taking place so far away from Test For The Best, we opted to be apart and meet up on Monday…but now I’m regretting this decision. I’m so alone in this dark and empty room as the first thing I do is get myself out of bed. In my lilac pyjama top and bottoms I moved towards the light switch and instantly flicked all the lights on.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep…and I don’t want to have my head bitten off like it was when I accidentally called Judy during the night. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody that I know will be awake at this time.
Hi there
How is the rehabilitation centre treating you? I’m guessing that Los Angeles was very sunny yesterday. Oh yeah, have you done any painting or writing since the last time we met? How is Yashira? And when do you think you’ll be fully able to leave the centre? Sorry if I seem to be too curious…I just want to have some company, since I’ve had the same, horrible, nightmare again. I would normally want Shannon’s company but we’re in completely different locations at the moment since, due to me being contracted to two companies, I have something to do here tomorrow night. But I’ve also decided to send you this since I’m looking for some advice…
On Monday I’m starting off Animosity in a fatal four way match against Angelica Monroe, Astor Lane and Layla El. Sure I pinned Angie last week but that was only because of a steel chair…and, just like Angie, Astor is actually a former Starlet Champion. Layla is also quite an impressive person who could take over the starlet division if she ever bothered…so do you have any advice for me? I wish I was as confident as you normally are but all my opponents are great stars while I’m just another face in the crowd.
From Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response in my inbox, damn he types faster than a supercomputer. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hi Megan
The centre is alright, a little too boring with their no guitars after seven pm rule but alright. By the way, you were right, it was very sunny yesterday but I chose to stay indoors…well the tiny walking area at the back is outside but that place is useless to me, since I’ve been able to walk since December. As for Yashira…we’ve decided to put an end to our time together, quite a while ago in fact, since she doesn’t agree with what I want to do once I’m out of here. It did hurt that we could no longer be together but I think, this way, she won’t get in harm’s way. But about your painting question…the doctors there won’t let me touch a pencil, let alone use a paintbrush, so I’ve been unable to do either thing.
But why don’t you feel confident about your chances in the fatal four way match? You’re against a wannabe rock star, a useless former Champion and a dancer that haven’t done anything impressive…except for losing high stake matches. I have loads of confidence in you and, quite frankly, I think you’re the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon haven’t told you yet, Megan, but you’ve got a bit of a inferiority complex…maybe she finds it to be cute but I think that, if you get this complex out of your mind, you can become the greatest around.
You’re the first person to qualify for that Legacy Cash-In match and you actually pinned Angelica Monroe for that spot, so you do have what it takes to beat high calibre opponents. And why do you think Layla is impressive? The only time she ever stood tall over you was when she, rather cowardly, attacked you from behind while you have a victory over her. Sure Astor Lane is phenomenal, in more ways than one, but she isn’t the most consistent of stars. So I think you have a great chance at winning this match…yeah everyone has their faults, like your bad eyesight for example, but nobody’s flawless. So here is the only piece of advice you actually need…ignore your weaknesses, improve your strengths and believe in yourself since you have the ability to defeat anybody.
I wouldn’t mind having a full conversation with you but the staff of this centre is getting annoyed about me staying up so late. So good luck in your match, I’m certain that you don’t need it but I guess you would like me to say that…and I will be watching your performance, since you’re bound to kick some ass.
Jericho
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
Once they were all on I sighed a little in relief, glad that no nasty person is in this room with me, before deciding to enter the bathroom. It didn’t take long for me to undress my self and turn the showerhead on before stepping into the cold shower, the chilliness of the water felt quite relaxing as it washed the sweat of anxiety off my pale skin. With the nearest Head and Shoulders, and whatever shower gel I bought on the way to this hotel, I thoroughly cleaned my entire body…from the back of my ears down to the gaps between my toes. Perhaps I spend too much time having a shower but I do like being squeaky clean. Once I was satisfied I switched the showerhead off and took my first step out of the tub, almost slipping in the process, before using the nearest trowel to dry myself.
I was equally thorough with my drying as afterwards I simply plonked the wet trowel on the side of the tub before simply wrapping the other trowel around my body. Quickly I departed from the bathroom and spotted my laptop on a desk. I didn’t waste any time in going to the desk and opening the laptop before switching it on. Fortunately it didn’t make me wait a while before fully loading up. The moment I logged in I went to my e-mails and began to type up an e-mail. I don’t want to endure that nightmare again but the majority of people around here will be asleep…and I don’t want to have my head bitten off like it was when I accidentally called Judy during the night. So I’ll send an e-mail to somebody that I know will be awake at this time.
Hi there
How is the rehabilitation centre treating you? I’m guessing that Los Angeles was very sunny yesterday. Oh yeah, have you done any painting or writing since the last time we met? How is Yashira? And when do you think you’ll be fully able to leave the centre? Sorry if I seem to be too curious…I just want to have some company, since I’ve had the same, horrible, nightmare again. I would normally want Shannon’s company but we’re in completely different locations at the moment since, due to me being contracted to two companies, I have something to do here tomorrow night. But I’ve also decided to send you this since I’m looking for some advice…
On Monday I’m starting off Animosity in a fatal four way match against Angelica Monroe, Astor Lane and Layla El. Sure I pinned Angie last week but that was only because of a steel chair…and, just like Angie, Astor is actually a former Starlet Champion. Layla is also quite an impressive person who could take over the starlet division if she ever bothered…so do you have any advice for me? I wish I was as confident as you normally are but all my opponents are great stars while I’m just another face in the crowd.
From Megan
Okay, I don’t think there is any punctuation issues anywhere so a simple click on ‘send’ will do. Now I guess it’s time to have breakfast, sure it is quite early but I might has well have breakfast since I don’t intend on going back to bed anytime soon. The further I am from that nightmare the happier I’ll be. I quickly walked over into the kitchen and pulled a bowl out from a closet, with the smallest spoon I’ve ever seen, or some kind and poured some Frosties into that very bowl before pouring whatever’s left of the milk into it. With bowl and spoon in hand, I went back to the desk and sat down by it. Yet before I could even start my cereal I’ve spotted a response in my inbox, damn he types faster than a supercomputer. With a light sigh I clicked on the reply and began to read his response while having my breakfast.
Hi Megan
The centre is alright, a little too boring with their no guitars after seven pm rule but alright. By the way, you were right, it was very sunny yesterday but I chose to stay indoors…well the tiny walking area at the back is outside but that place is useless to me, since I’ve been able to walk since December. As for Yashira…we’ve decided to put an end to our time together, quite a while ago in fact, since she doesn’t agree with what I want to do once I’m out of here. It did hurt that we could no longer be together but I think, this way, she won’t get in harm’s way. But about your painting question…the doctors there won’t let me touch a pencil, let alone use a paintbrush, so I’ve been unable to do either thing.
But why don’t you feel confident about your chances in the fatal four way match? You’re against a wannabe rock star, a useless former Champion and a dancer that haven’t done anything impressive…except for losing high stake matches. I have loads of confidence in you and, quite frankly, I think you’re the only person that doesn’t. Perhaps Shannon haven’t told you yet, Megan, but you’ve got a bit of a inferiority complex…maybe she finds it to be cute but I think that, if you get this complex out of your mind, you can become the greatest around.
You’re the first person to qualify for that Legacy Cash-In match and you actually pinned Angelica Monroe for that spot, so you do have what it takes to beat high calibre opponents. And why do you think Layla is impressive? The only time she ever stood tall over you was when she, rather cowardly, attacked you from behind while you have a victory over her. Sure Astor Lane is phenomenal, in more ways than one, but she isn’t the most consistent of stars. So I think you have a great chance at winning this match…yeah everyone has their faults, like your bad eyesight for example, but nobody’s flawless. So here is the only piece of advice you actually need…ignore your weaknesses, improve your strengths and believe in yourself since you have the ability to defeat anybody.
I wouldn’t mind having a full conversation with you but the staff of this centre is getting annoyed about me staying up so late. So good luck in your match, I’m certain that you don’t need it but I guess you would like me to say that…and I will be watching your performance, since you’re bound to kick some ass.
Jericho
I read the e-mail quite slowly, mainly because I wanted to finish my breakfast real badly, yet at the end of it I gave out a genuine smile. Breakfast was finished off shortly afterwards and I decided to switch the laptop off before getting up and into the kitchen. All I did in the kitchen was put the empty bowl and spoon in the sink before walking off towards the wardrobe.
I instantly took my trowel off and threw it on the bed before pulling out an icy blue bra with matching panties. These were easy to slip on as the next thing I pulled out and slipped on is a ‘Download 2013’ t-shirt before deciding to pull out a pink pair of sweatpants. I slipped these on, neatened up my hair and replaced my contact lens before leaving my hotel room. My plan for the day? Jog, shoot a promo and jog again before trying to raise my shiny magikarp, which I rather cleverly named Epikarp, to level one hundred. So, once I closed and locked the door behind me, I decided to start my jog by going down the stairs…to the dismay of some of the hotel staff.
act 2
“So the Road to Legacy picks up now, huh?”
That question was the very first thing that the camera heard as the device began to record the scene in front of it. The location? Just outside a comic book shop as leaning on the wall near the entrance, with a Kick-Ass graphic novel in hand, is the nineteen year old starlet known as Megan McCrea. Last week she pinned one Angelica Monroe to be the first Animosity star to cement her spot at World Elite Wrestling’s biggest event of the year…Legacy. Megan however doesn’t look exactly ecstatic about this as, in her ‘Killswitch Engage’ and red skirt, she glanced away from the novel and towards to camera.
“I guess for some they treat it like the most important time of the year but for me it just feels like another week of kicking another girl’s ass. The only difference this week is that I have to beat three others.”
A light yawn escaped her lips after saying her final sentence, could waking up early possibly be the cause of the Emo Princess’ tiredness? This is unknown as she closed her novel, pushed herself away from the wall and turned so that her body would be facing the camera.
“And I’ve already defeated two of them…the first of these two is none other than the former Starlet Champion Angelica Monroe, someone that I personally think is very overrated. Sure she has her moments of glory but what glory has she picked up this year? Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring since dear Angie is a nobody that will NEVER be anything more than a shadow of what she was. But I have a question for you Miss Monroe…what did it feel like when your face was dropped onto a steel chair? Can’t remember or something? Okay, I don’t mind doing that to you again since anything is legal in a fatal four way match. Are you going to get hurt Angie? Yes you are, but am I going to regret my actions? Fuck no; as long as I beat you, like I did last week, I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass about how I do it. But if you want a friendly warning then here is my warning…you may or may not be able to walk out of the arena, I however don’t give a damn as long as I put an end to your Road to Legacy.”
The young starlet was quite nonchalant as she spoke out her words, walking towards the cameraman with each word said. Once her words were finished McCrea simply moved pass the camera and sat down on the curve, opening her graphic novel again as the recording device turned around to see her, before simply continuing to speak.
“Talking putting an end to things…one thing I would adore doing is to put an end to Layla’s faulty career in WEW. Yes I think her entire time here can be summarised is simply ’faulty’ since everything about her has been everything except for flawless. From the time when she failed to have a two-on-one handicap count when leading Animosity into brand inferiority, to the time she was embarrassed by how she couldn’t beat me to save her life. Yes I am still a little sour about that little fact, mainly because the only times you’ve one-upped me has been when you have an unfair advantage…like when you dressed up as my girl Shannon to surprise me. Heh, I honestly thought Shannon gained weight at first. But why did you go for me, like a coward, when you had issue with Shannon? Could it be that you’re still sore over my victory so long ago?
If so than you’re a very miserable person…but hey, we can bury the hatchet this Monday when I beat the shit out of you. Why am I confident about doing such a thing? Because while you’re content on being irrelevant…I’m going to give my legacy a rebirth at Hawaii, when I win that briefcase. Hell, at this upcoming Animosity, you’re simply going to be nothing more than a stepping stone that I’ll be more than willing to stamp down upon. Why a stepping stone instead of a threat? Because you’re dull and unoriginal…heck I can safely predict that you’re going to watch this footage before even trying to shoot your own promo, since you seem to lack the ability to be anymore than the average diva.”
Perhaps Megan should be more bothered about shooting her promo yet very word she spoke was with a tone expressing both boredom and tiredness, perhaps she no longer sees Layla as much of a star like she a few months ago. Even though saying her words the purple haired dynamo’s eyes were fixated upon the book as this didn’t change at all as she simply shrugged lightly before continuing to speak.
“Now that I’ve spoken about those two loser I better mention the last remaining woman in this four way…the only woman I could possibly consider as a threat, if I ignore her inconsistency, is the former Starlet Champion…Astor lane. What can I say about her, that she might have not heard yet, though? That her singing sucks? That she looks like one those girls that goes to plastic surgery every week? Or that her victory over Sophie Oliveira was nothing more than a fluke? Perhaps she has heard of all those three comments, she here is a question for you Astor…how does it feel to lose to one ‘Na-Na Jackson’ even thought you jumped her before the match even began?
Well I would personally feel a little embarrassed if I was you since, let’s face it, you should have won Astor…you’re a former Champion for crying out loud and if you actually wanted your hundredth shot, or something like that, you should have made short work of that piece of immigrant trash. But hey, at the end of the day you lost and, quite frankly, you’re simply going to lose once again…just to sweet, innocent, me. Okay, I may not be perfectly innocent but nobody’s perfect and, to be brutally honest, with the form that you’re on…a beggar and his dog could pin you Astor. So why not do everyone a favour, have a break and then come back when you’re finally ready to actually, I don’t know, impress people.”
The moment she finished her words the nineteen year old closed the book and threw it onto the road, momentarily watching it get ripped to shreds by each passing car, before throwing her head around to glare at the cameraman.
“Do you people really think that these three Muppets are good enough to face me? If so, then you all insult me and that insult comes with a price…that price is the permanent scarring of three souls this Monday. So this is how my Road to Legacy begins…by being the immovable roadblock for Layla, Angelica and Astor. So here are the final few words I have for you three…hope for the best, prepare for the worst and expect injuries because I’m not just going to win our match………I’m going to kill somebody.”
Her final words were spoken so darkly that it shot numerous shivers down the cameraman’s spine. Yet after saying those words Megan shot up to her feet, lunged for the cameraman and swiped the camera out of his hands. In the very next moment the Iron Maiden threw the recording device into the road, grinning almost demonically when the camera shattered as it was hit by the first of many vehicles. Perhaps the young woman doesn’t give a damn about the fine WEW are bound to give her for the destruction of a rather expensive piece of equipment.
That question was the very first thing that the camera heard as the device began to record the scene in front of it. The location? Just outside a comic book shop as leaning on the wall near the entrance, with a Kick-Ass graphic novel in hand, is the nineteen year old starlet known as Megan McCrea. Last week she pinned one Angelica Monroe to be the first Animosity star to cement her spot at World Elite Wrestling’s biggest event of the year…Legacy. Megan however doesn’t look exactly ecstatic about this as, in her ‘Killswitch Engage’ and red skirt, she glanced away from the novel and towards to camera.
“I guess for some they treat it like the most important time of the year but for me it just feels like another week of kicking another girl’s ass. The only difference this week is that I have to beat three others.”
A light yawn escaped her lips after saying her final sentence, could waking up early possibly be the cause of the Emo Princess’ tiredness? This is unknown as she closed her novel, pushed herself away from the wall and turned so that her body would be facing the camera.
“And I’ve already defeated two of them…the first of these two is none other than the former Starlet Champion Angelica Monroe, someone that I personally think is very overrated. Sure she has her moments of glory but what glory has she picked up this year? Oh wait a second, I’ve suddenly stopped caring since dear Angie is a nobody that will NEVER be anything more than a shadow of what she was. But I have a question for you Miss Monroe…what did it feel like when your face was dropped onto a steel chair? Can’t remember or something? Okay, I don’t mind doing that to you again since anything is legal in a fatal four way match. Are you going to get hurt Angie? Yes you are, but am I going to regret my actions? Fuck no; as long as I beat you, like I did last week, I honestly don’t give a rat’s ass about how I do it. But if you want a friendly warning then here is my warning…you may or may not be able to walk out of the arena, I however don’t give a damn as long as I put an end to your Road to Legacy.”
The young starlet was quite nonchalant as she spoke out her words, walking towards the cameraman with each word said. Once her words were finished McCrea simply moved pass the camera and sat down on the curve, opening her graphic novel again as the recording device turned around to see her, before simply continuing to speak.
“Talking putting an end to things…one thing I would adore doing is to put an end to Layla’s faulty career in WEW. Yes I think her entire time here can be summarised is simply ’faulty’ since everything about her has been everything except for flawless. From the time when she failed to have a two-on-one handicap count when leading Animosity into brand inferiority, to the time she was embarrassed by how she couldn’t beat me to save her life. Yes I am still a little sour about that little fact, mainly because the only times you’ve one-upped me has been when you have an unfair advantage…like when you dressed up as my girl Shannon to surprise me. Heh, I honestly thought Shannon gained weight at first. But why did you go for me, like a coward, when you had issue with Shannon? Could it be that you’re still sore over my victory so long ago?
If so than you’re a very miserable person…but hey, we can bury the hatchet this Monday when I beat the shit out of you. Why am I confident about doing such a thing? Because while you’re content on being irrelevant…I’m going to give my legacy a rebirth at Hawaii, when I win that briefcase. Hell, at this upcoming Animosity, you’re simply going to be nothing more than a stepping stone that I’ll be more than willing to stamp down upon. Why a stepping stone instead of a threat? Because you’re dull and unoriginal…heck I can safely predict that you’re going to watch this footage before even trying to shoot your own promo, since you seem to lack the ability to be anymore than the average diva.”
Perhaps Megan should be more bothered about shooting her promo yet very word she spoke was with a tone expressing both boredom and tiredness, perhaps she no longer sees Layla as much of a star like she a few months ago. Even though saying her words the purple haired dynamo’s eyes were fixated upon the book as this didn’t change at all as she simply shrugged lightly before continuing to speak.
“Now that I’ve spoken about those two loser I better mention the last remaining woman in this four way…the only woman I could possibly consider as a threat, if I ignore her inconsistency, is the former Starlet Champion…Astor lane. What can I say about her, that she might have not heard yet, though? That her singing sucks? That she looks like one those girls that goes to plastic surgery every week? Or that her victory over Sophie Oliveira was nothing more than a fluke? Perhaps she has heard of all those three comments, she here is a question for you Astor…how does it feel to lose to one ‘Na-Na Jackson’ even thought you jumped her before the match even began?
Well I would personally feel a little embarrassed if I was you since, let’s face it, you should have won Astor…you’re a former Champion for crying out loud and if you actually wanted your hundredth shot, or something like that, you should have made short work of that piece of immigrant trash. But hey, at the end of the day you lost and, quite frankly, you’re simply going to lose once again…just to sweet, innocent, me. Okay, I may not be perfectly innocent but nobody’s perfect and, to be brutally honest, with the form that you’re on…a beggar and his dog could pin you Astor. So why not do everyone a favour, have a break and then come back when you’re finally ready to actually, I don’t know, impress people.”
The moment she finished her words the nineteen year old closed the book and threw it onto the road, momentarily watching it get ripped to shreds by each passing car, before throwing her head around to glare at the cameraman.
“Do you people really think that these three Muppets are good enough to face me? If so, then you all insult me and that insult comes with a price…that price is the permanent scarring of three souls this Monday. So this is how my Road to Legacy begins…by being the immovable roadblock for Layla, Angelica and Astor. So here are the final few words I have for you three…hope for the best, prepare for the worst and expect injuries because I’m not just going to win our match………I’m going to kill somebody.”
Her final words were spoken so darkly that it shot numerous shivers down the cameraman’s spine. Yet after saying those words Megan shot up to her feet, lunged for the cameraman and swiped the camera out of his hands. In the very next moment the Iron Maiden threw the recording device into the road, grinning almost demonically when the camera shattered as it was hit by the first of many vehicles. Perhaps the young woman doesn’t give a damn about the fine WEW are bound to give her for the destruction of a rather expensive piece of equipment.