Post by MasterEvil on Aug 4, 2013 19:51:45 GMT
act 1
“A number one contendership match?”
Yes I did stutter but can you blame me? Last week I pinned a former Starlet Champion to be the first entry into the Legacy Cash-In TLC match and earlier tonight I did pin that hag Layla…but am I really worthy for a match against the current Starlet Champion, Sophie Oliveira, especially considering that she literally annihilated me in our previous confrontation? I’m not sure if I should be Sophie’s first challenger, post Astor Lane, neither am I sure who Ashley Salazar exactly is. Perhaps she has been completing in those matches that I normally nap through. Yeah taking a nap at work isn’t exactly professional but, after fighting my ass off for the roar of the crowd, I need to recharge myself…then again I could have developed that habit from Jericho, since I do remember the time he was found asleep before his match against some Justin Blade guy.
“MEGAN!”
Jesus, who’s that!?! I jumped the fuck out of my skin thanks to that line as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. When the source of the arms moved to my side I instantly recognised her as my darling…Shannon Treamon. So, with a smile on my face, I moved my right arm around the redhead and happily returned the hug before she glanced over to the match card that I was looking at earlier.
“This is brilliant Megan, you’re so going to coast pass Ashley and win that Starlet Championship out of Sophie’s clutches.”
I don’t know why Shannon is so confident in me. This Ashley girl clearly has been one hell of a wrestling to have this kind of opportunity…and Sophie Oliveira has beaten the shit out of me in less than ninety seconds. So how can I, a girl who can score a clean victory without either a weapon or a distraction, have any chance in this match? Yet I can’t bring myself to ask Treamon why she believes in me since her smile is so sweet that I couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Yeah, I’ll be the next Starlet Champion.”
I said lightly before turning around to face her, wrap both my hands around her waist and kiss Shannon on the lips. I could easily tell that Shannon was excited by the way she enthusiastically returned the kiss. Who cares what the crewmembers think, I’m enjoying a kiss with my beautiful redhead.[/font][/center]
act 2
The night is over and I managed to record a second victory over Angelica Monroe, in just as many weeks, but this time I also defeated both Astor Lane and Layla in that fatal four way match. Sure Na-Na stuck her nose where it didn’t belong and I ended up flattening Jahaira Rodriguez but don’t regret doing that…after all, it is her that tried to rob me of my Retribution Rumble spot. So, if anything, I wouldn’t mind knocking Rodriguez down on her ass again. But right now I am in my own locker room tying the lace of my trainers up. With my match over and done I saw no reason to keep my ring gear on as I am now wearing a green ‘Legend of Smosh’ top with a blue miniskirt. My jeans needed a wash and I didn’t want to waste this skirt so I thought it would be alright to wear it at the moment. What will my match be next week? Who’ll be my next opponent? And will I finally be able to develop some momentum after a month or two of constantly misfiring?
I’m not so certain about any of those questions but one thing that I’m somewhat certain with is that I’m due to meet up with Shannon after the show is over. Do we have anything planned? I don’t fully think so but, then again, when have we had anything planned? I guess one thing about this relationship that we’re both enjoying is inexperience, we’re so inexperienced that we are doing a lot of things together…and I think that this is what is making our relationship work so well. Oh I finally tied up my laces…well I guess now is the time for the new match card to be posted, so I might as well see what my next match is. So I easily moved over to the door, left the my locker room and closed the door behind me before strolling my away over the black curtains, since the match card is usually placed on the wall next to it. One of the benefits of my private locker room is that I’m only a few steps away from the stage.
I looked up the match card and instantly found Shannon main eventing Burnout again, a sigh escaping my lips at this since I know that Shannon is better than the average pre-show talent. But it wasn’t the fact that my beautiful redhead is again on the pre-show that annoyed me…what annoyed me is that she is in a tag team match with a partner that isn’t me. I should be the only one that teams up with Shannon, period. Seriously…what if Na-Na decides to abandon my baby so she would get injured by the Divas of Harlem? There is no way that I would ever forgive that Armada Latina reject if my dear Shannon gets fucked up pretty badly. Perhaps I’m being too protective, like a mother towards her child, since I know that Treamon is tough enough to handle stuff on her own. So let’s see were I am on the card…Vantage takes on Chance in a last man standing match for WEW Title, definitely a match worth staying awake for. Now where am I? Oh, there I am…
‘Number One Contendership Match for the Starlet Championship
Megan McCrea vs. Ashley Salazar’
[/i]I’m not so certain about any of those questions but one thing that I’m somewhat certain with is that I’m due to meet up with Shannon after the show is over. Do we have anything planned? I don’t fully think so but, then again, when have we had anything planned? I guess one thing about this relationship that we’re both enjoying is inexperience, we’re so inexperienced that we are doing a lot of things together…and I think that this is what is making our relationship work so well. Oh I finally tied up my laces…well I guess now is the time for the new match card to be posted, so I might as well see what my next match is. So I easily moved over to the door, left the my locker room and closed the door behind me before strolling my away over the black curtains, since the match card is usually placed on the wall next to it. One of the benefits of my private locker room is that I’m only a few steps away from the stage.
I looked up the match card and instantly found Shannon main eventing Burnout again, a sigh escaping my lips at this since I know that Shannon is better than the average pre-show talent. But it wasn’t the fact that my beautiful redhead is again on the pre-show that annoyed me…what annoyed me is that she is in a tag team match with a partner that isn’t me. I should be the only one that teams up with Shannon, period. Seriously…what if Na-Na decides to abandon my baby so she would get injured by the Divas of Harlem? There is no way that I would ever forgive that Armada Latina reject if my dear Shannon gets fucked up pretty badly. Perhaps I’m being too protective, like a mother towards her child, since I know that Treamon is tough enough to handle stuff on her own. So let’s see were I am on the card…Vantage takes on Chance in a last man standing match for WEW Title, definitely a match worth staying awake for. Now where am I? Oh, there I am…
‘Number One Contendership Match for the Starlet Championship
Megan McCrea vs. Ashley Salazar’
“A number one contendership match?”
Yes I did stutter but can you blame me? Last week I pinned a former Starlet Champion to be the first entry into the Legacy Cash-In TLC match and earlier tonight I did pin that hag Layla…but am I really worthy for a match against the current Starlet Champion, Sophie Oliveira, especially considering that she literally annihilated me in our previous confrontation? I’m not sure if I should be Sophie’s first challenger, post Astor Lane, neither am I sure who Ashley Salazar exactly is. Perhaps she has been completing in those matches that I normally nap through. Yeah taking a nap at work isn’t exactly professional but, after fighting my ass off for the roar of the crowd, I need to recharge myself…then again I could have developed that habit from Jericho, since I do remember the time he was found asleep before his match against some Justin Blade guy.
“MEGAN!”
Jesus, who’s that!?! I jumped the fuck out of my skin thanks to that line as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around me. When the source of the arms moved to my side I instantly recognised her as my darling…Shannon Treamon. So, with a smile on my face, I moved my right arm around the redhead and happily returned the hug before she glanced over to the match card that I was looking at earlier.
“This is brilliant Megan, you’re so going to coast pass Ashley and win that Starlet Championship out of Sophie’s clutches.”
I don’t know why Shannon is so confident in me. This Ashley girl clearly has been one hell of a wrestling to have this kind of opportunity…and Sophie Oliveira has beaten the shit out of me in less than ninety seconds. So how can I, a girl who can score a clean victory without either a weapon or a distraction, have any chance in this match? Yet I can’t bring myself to ask Treamon why she believes in me since her smile is so sweet that I couldn’t help but smile back at her.
“Yeah, I’ll be the next Starlet Champion.”
I said lightly before turning around to face her, wrap both my hands around her waist and kiss Shannon on the lips. I could easily tell that Shannon was excited by the way she enthusiastically returned the kiss. Who cares what the crewmembers think, I’m enjoying a kiss with my beautiful redhead.[/font][/center]
act 2
The camera begins to record the scene in front of it…what is the location of this scene? The area is actually unknown but is easy to notice is that there is a table in clear view, with a crystal ball perched on top of it. Another thing that is clear is the hooded person sitting at the other side of the table. The hood prevents the camera from seeing anything more than the person’s mouth of and chin yet the fact that the individual’s hands are a tiny bit away from the ball shows that he or she might be a prophet. Before the cameraman could turn around, and try to walk away, the fortune teller spoke.
“This Monday two women fight each other for not only pride but potential glory as Megan McCrea and Ashley Salazar compete against each other for the very first time for a shot at the WEW Starlet Championship. Who will win and go on to glory? Who will lose and end up a nobody? There can only be one winner, like there could be only one loser and the victor, the one going onto glory and fame, is none other than me…Megan McCrea.”
While saying her words the prophet’s hands never moved away from the crystal ball, almost as if she was seeing the future as she spoke, yet the moment she announced herself as ‘the one going onto glory and fame’ the fortune teller’s hands flew up and threw the hood down. The pale skin, the childish smile and the purple hair made it pretty obvious that this young woman is none other than the nineteen year old starlet known as Megan McCrea as she, rather relaxingly, leaned back in her chair.
“Why shouldn’t it be me? Sure I can be quite a wreck but, if you actually bother to look up my record, I’ve beaten two former Starlet Champions in the same amount of weeks. I’ve also beaten the inaugural Starlet Champion on two occasions, as well as claiming a rather kinky one over another former Champ…so you could say that I am perhaps destined for a future Title shot. But what has my opponent, Ashley Salazar, done to be somewhat impressive? Hell who has she beaten since arriving here? Amber Torres…Katy Reynolds…Angelica Monroe…and the Divas of Harlem? Sure she managed to be undefeated but even Barney the fucking Dinosaur could beat all of them losers. So other than that…what has she done that is impressive? Nothing? That’s the point Sherlock, Ashley Salazar is nothing more than somebody irrelevant.”
While saying her words Megan’s hands slowly moved across the surface of the ball, even though her eyes were fixated on the recording device, and the nineteen year old giggled lightly shortly after finishing them.
“Sure the self-proclaimed ‘epitome of flawless’ is undefeated but guess what sunshine…so was I. I was riding a tsunami of momentum for I won back-to-back…to-back. But guess what happened? I faced the Starlet Champion, Sophie Oliveira, and got eaten alive. Sure my stock went plummeting down from that moment yet it taught me something. It taught me that nothing is handed to you…but is gained by you with the two hands that god has gifted me with. Sure another person could have been utterly obliterated and they would call it quits right there and then but I’m not like other people. I have never once claimed to be like anybody else…I am myself and that is what I’m proud to be. Sure I have issues but nobody’s flawless, including you Ashley, and one of those problems I see with you, if not the biggest of them all, is that you’re practically the in-between point of two bitches.”
Once she finished her words the fingernails of Miss McCrea’s hands finally stopped roaming about on the surface of the crystal ball as her left hand gripped onto it. Moments afterwards Megan held the globe up in front of her face, more specifically in front of her right eye, as the young woman gives out a soft smile.
“Who are these two? Well the whole ‘epitome of flawless’ crap you’re spewing is a classic Layla kind of thing and, seeing that you’re quite small like she is, I guess I should be preparing myself to face a weaker version of Layla…which is saying a lot since that tart is pathetically weak in the first place. Don’t believe me? Did you see what I did last week? I pinned her without any problem…but wait a second…what did you do last week Ashley? You simply watched from the back while I proved to everybody that I am better than the majority of the bitches backstage. Sure I’m practically some nobody from the streets of Loughborough but while you simply talk onwards and onwards about how you’re the ‘Baddest Bitch,’ I’ve proven time and time against why I am the ‘Baddest Bitch’ on Animosity.”
At least the young starlet has gained some confidence compared to the nervous wreck she was back when she started. This confidence was shown off more by the less than impressive tone of her voice when she spoke of one of her opponent’s nicknames. Right after claiming to be the ‘Baddest Bitch on Animosity’ Megan, rather carelessly, threw the ball up in the air yet skilfully caught it in her other hand before speaking up again.
“But who is the other one? Well the other one is a real bitch…a real nasty gargoyle…the original ‘Queen Bee’ known as Sophie Oliveira. Perhaps you never noticed but when you call yourself a ‘Queen Bee’ you’re bound to go be classed as nothing more than a Sophie Oliveira wannabe…but wait a second, perhaps you want to face Sophie. That could be the reason why you call yourself the ‘Queen Bee’…to not only try to prove yourself as the superior bee but to possibly beat Sophie for the Starlet Championship. Well sunshine there is quite a problem with that simple plan…a five foot six, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, problem called Megan McCrea. You want to be a ‘Queen Bee’ but guess what Ashley? This Monday the ‘Platinum Beauty’ is going to be ripped to shreds by the purple haired bear that is hungry for the honey known as the WEW Starlet Championship.”
It’s uncertain how wise it is to refer to Sophie Oliveira as a ‘nasty gargoyle’ but once she classed herself as a ‘purple haired bear’ the ball in her hand began to show some kind of fire. The young Brit instantly took interest in this as she immediately placed the crystal ball onto the table before moving her hands over it. The ways her eyes were fully focused on it shows that she might be seeing something.
“Individuality…that is what you lack Ashley and it is this deficiency that solidifies the prophecy the flame of fate reveals to me. It shows me the figure of Sophie’s next challenger but nothing defined…will the figure be you, Ashley, the girl who is destined to be nothing more than a rather dim flash in the pan? Or will it be me, the new generation of women’s wrestling? It is unclear but I believe, with all my heart and soul, that I am this fiery figure who will become the next Starlet Champion. So you can Back Dat Ass Up all you like, Ashley Marie Salazar…but in a few months time, while you’re going to be known as the little girl that couldn’t, I’ll be known as Megan McCrea………”
She purposely paused her words, catching the cameraman by slight surprise, and grinned rather mischievously. She used the index finger of her right hand to motion the camera to come close to her and when it did the flame of her crystal ball turned a rather passionate pink.
“The Starlet Champion of World Elite Wrestling.
Moments after slowly, and rather coldly, finishing her words the Emo Princess raised the crystal ball up and smashed it into the camera, busting the expensive piece of equipment in the process. Will the Iron Maiden be able to take down the Platinum Beauty this Monday for a shot at the original Queen Bee? The only way to find out is by turning in to tomorrow night’s Animosity.
“This Monday two women fight each other for not only pride but potential glory as Megan McCrea and Ashley Salazar compete against each other for the very first time for a shot at the WEW Starlet Championship. Who will win and go on to glory? Who will lose and end up a nobody? There can only be one winner, like there could be only one loser and the victor, the one going onto glory and fame, is none other than me…Megan McCrea.”
While saying her words the prophet’s hands never moved away from the crystal ball, almost as if she was seeing the future as she spoke, yet the moment she announced herself as ‘the one going onto glory and fame’ the fortune teller’s hands flew up and threw the hood down. The pale skin, the childish smile and the purple hair made it pretty obvious that this young woman is none other than the nineteen year old starlet known as Megan McCrea as she, rather relaxingly, leaned back in her chair.
“Why shouldn’t it be me? Sure I can be quite a wreck but, if you actually bother to look up my record, I’ve beaten two former Starlet Champions in the same amount of weeks. I’ve also beaten the inaugural Starlet Champion on two occasions, as well as claiming a rather kinky one over another former Champ…so you could say that I am perhaps destined for a future Title shot. But what has my opponent, Ashley Salazar, done to be somewhat impressive? Hell who has she beaten since arriving here? Amber Torres…Katy Reynolds…Angelica Monroe…and the Divas of Harlem? Sure she managed to be undefeated but even Barney the fucking Dinosaur could beat all of them losers. So other than that…what has she done that is impressive? Nothing? That’s the point Sherlock, Ashley Salazar is nothing more than somebody irrelevant.”
While saying her words Megan’s hands slowly moved across the surface of the ball, even though her eyes were fixated on the recording device, and the nineteen year old giggled lightly shortly after finishing them.
“Sure the self-proclaimed ‘epitome of flawless’ is undefeated but guess what sunshine…so was I. I was riding a tsunami of momentum for I won back-to-back…to-back. But guess what happened? I faced the Starlet Champion, Sophie Oliveira, and got eaten alive. Sure my stock went plummeting down from that moment yet it taught me something. It taught me that nothing is handed to you…but is gained by you with the two hands that god has gifted me with. Sure another person could have been utterly obliterated and they would call it quits right there and then but I’m not like other people. I have never once claimed to be like anybody else…I am myself and that is what I’m proud to be. Sure I have issues but nobody’s flawless, including you Ashley, and one of those problems I see with you, if not the biggest of them all, is that you’re practically the in-between point of two bitches.”
Once she finished her words the fingernails of Miss McCrea’s hands finally stopped roaming about on the surface of the crystal ball as her left hand gripped onto it. Moments afterwards Megan held the globe up in front of her face, more specifically in front of her right eye, as the young woman gives out a soft smile.
“Who are these two? Well the whole ‘epitome of flawless’ crap you’re spewing is a classic Layla kind of thing and, seeing that you’re quite small like she is, I guess I should be preparing myself to face a weaker version of Layla…which is saying a lot since that tart is pathetically weak in the first place. Don’t believe me? Did you see what I did last week? I pinned her without any problem…but wait a second…what did you do last week Ashley? You simply watched from the back while I proved to everybody that I am better than the majority of the bitches backstage. Sure I’m practically some nobody from the streets of Loughborough but while you simply talk onwards and onwards about how you’re the ‘Baddest Bitch,’ I’ve proven time and time against why I am the ‘Baddest Bitch’ on Animosity.”
At least the young starlet has gained some confidence compared to the nervous wreck she was back when she started. This confidence was shown off more by the less than impressive tone of her voice when she spoke of one of her opponent’s nicknames. Right after claiming to be the ‘Baddest Bitch on Animosity’ Megan, rather carelessly, threw the ball up in the air yet skilfully caught it in her other hand before speaking up again.
“But who is the other one? Well the other one is a real bitch…a real nasty gargoyle…the original ‘Queen Bee’ known as Sophie Oliveira. Perhaps you never noticed but when you call yourself a ‘Queen Bee’ you’re bound to go be classed as nothing more than a Sophie Oliveira wannabe…but wait a second, perhaps you want to face Sophie. That could be the reason why you call yourself the ‘Queen Bee’…to not only try to prove yourself as the superior bee but to possibly beat Sophie for the Starlet Championship. Well sunshine there is quite a problem with that simple plan…a five foot six, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, problem called Megan McCrea. You want to be a ‘Queen Bee’ but guess what Ashley? This Monday the ‘Platinum Beauty’ is going to be ripped to shreds by the purple haired bear that is hungry for the honey known as the WEW Starlet Championship.”
It’s uncertain how wise it is to refer to Sophie Oliveira as a ‘nasty gargoyle’ but once she classed herself as a ‘purple haired bear’ the ball in her hand began to show some kind of fire. The young Brit instantly took interest in this as she immediately placed the crystal ball onto the table before moving her hands over it. The ways her eyes were fully focused on it shows that she might be seeing something.
“Individuality…that is what you lack Ashley and it is this deficiency that solidifies the prophecy the flame of fate reveals to me. It shows me the figure of Sophie’s next challenger but nothing defined…will the figure be you, Ashley, the girl who is destined to be nothing more than a rather dim flash in the pan? Or will it be me, the new generation of women’s wrestling? It is unclear but I believe, with all my heart and soul, that I am this fiery figure who will become the next Starlet Champion. So you can Back Dat Ass Up all you like, Ashley Marie Salazar…but in a few months time, while you’re going to be known as the little girl that couldn’t, I’ll be known as Megan McCrea………”
She purposely paused her words, catching the cameraman by slight surprise, and grinned rather mischievously. She used the index finger of her right hand to motion the camera to come close to her and when it did the flame of her crystal ball turned a rather passionate pink.
“The Starlet Champion of World Elite Wrestling.
Moments after slowly, and rather coldly, finishing her words the Emo Princess raised the crystal ball up and smashed it into the camera, busting the expensive piece of equipment in the process. Will the Iron Maiden be able to take down the Platinum Beauty this Monday for a shot at the original Queen Bee? The only way to find out is by turning in to tomorrow night’s Animosity.