Post by MasterEvil on Jun 19, 2016 12:46:16 GMT
Act 1
A year…haven’t wrestled a match in a whole year. Instead I looked after my little four year old Sarah more, started a music career and even got to accompany Shannon on her band tours. But two weeks ago I decided to return to active competition and – with a win, a loss and a double count out to my name already – I actually don’t regret anything about it at all. Hell I’ve even signed a contract to be part of the Vancouver Orcas American Football team and they seem impressed with my work ethic in training already. But now I’ve signed up to compete in something called Manifest Destiny…sixty-four people from across the world all compete in an elimination tournament to decide who are the best. Well there is a decent amount of money too, which I could use for Sarah’s college money if I win.
No, no, no, no, no! I know that there is great honour in representing your respective federation against others and having the rights to brag about your own fed is better than anyone else’s, as well as possibly putting me in somewhat high favouritism with the higher-ups of EWC. But there is a good amount of money on the line and, at the end of the day, I want to be able to give my little girl a wonderful future…and if achieving some glory helps me do that then said glory will simply be the icing on the cake. Hm…cake…haven’t baked that in a while. Butter? Check. Caster and icing sugar? Check. Eggs and self-raising? Check. Milk? Check. Cocoa powder? Double check! Get the correct ingredients needed and you can always make the perfect cake, as long as you use what you have correctly. Kind of amusing how similar wrestling and baking are…
To create the perfect star you have to be good in both the ring and on the microphone…but not too much of one or the other. Just the right measurement will make the best result. I remember times where I’d put in great performance after great performance and nothing has been gained as well as times where I never stopped talking and all that got me was a fist in the face. However, by correctly mixing the two, the perfect professional wrestler is successfully created. Perfect,,,I can still remember the moment I was referred to as ‘The Perfect Megastar’...but those days are gone. I should focus more on my upcoming first round match against BFW’s representative Aelyra Blight.
What do I know about her? Absolutely nothing...at all. Well she is part of a place called Brutal Force Wrestling and is supposedly a master of judo...judo...isn’t that a martial art of some kind? Yeah, it is...so she is good at hand-to-hand combat. Or at least she thinks she is….well she’ll be in for one hell of a surprise when she sees me. I know I should cut some kind of promo but first I better put this combination into these two cake tins before putting each tin in the oven. Luckily I remembered to preheat it this time, don’t want Shannon to repeat her lesson on heating stuff. Talking about Shannon I can see my beautiful redhead in the ‘office’ trying to write more lyrics. While it can be both challenging and fulfilling to do such a thing, it wasn’t exactly her writing that brought a smile on my face...but instead the ring on her finger. It was only like a week ago that I finally became brave enough to actually propose to my beautiful American...and she said yes. What a great turn my life have taken this year...maybe that was why I’ve decided to return to the ring?
However I can’t afford to forget about the promo I need to shoot. Now where was that recording device? Oh yeah, in the drawer by the bed. I couldn’t help but glance over to see my four year old Sarah sleeping peacefully as I entered our bedroom and when I did I smiled a little more as I quietly pulled the recording device out from the drawer. Carefully I exited the room, making sure to not slam the door, and strolled down to the door of our house. Slowly I opened the door and when I got halfway out of it I stopped in place to look back and smile a little more.
“At last the life I’ve always wanted…”
Departed from my lips before I exited the house and closed the door behind me. Exit Megan McCrea the mother and fiancee, hello Megan McCrea the professional wrestler.
No, no, no, no, no! I know that there is great honour in representing your respective federation against others and having the rights to brag about your own fed is better than anyone else’s, as well as possibly putting me in somewhat high favouritism with the higher-ups of EWC. But there is a good amount of money on the line and, at the end of the day, I want to be able to give my little girl a wonderful future…and if achieving some glory helps me do that then said glory will simply be the icing on the cake. Hm…cake…haven’t baked that in a while. Butter? Check. Caster and icing sugar? Check. Eggs and self-raising? Check. Milk? Check. Cocoa powder? Double check! Get the correct ingredients needed and you can always make the perfect cake, as long as you use what you have correctly. Kind of amusing how similar wrestling and baking are…
To create the perfect star you have to be good in both the ring and on the microphone…but not too much of one or the other. Just the right measurement will make the best result. I remember times where I’d put in great performance after great performance and nothing has been gained as well as times where I never stopped talking and all that got me was a fist in the face. However, by correctly mixing the two, the perfect professional wrestler is successfully created. Perfect,,,I can still remember the moment I was referred to as ‘The Perfect Megastar’...but those days are gone. I should focus more on my upcoming first round match against BFW’s representative Aelyra Blight.
What do I know about her? Absolutely nothing...at all. Well she is part of a place called Brutal Force Wrestling and is supposedly a master of judo...judo...isn’t that a martial art of some kind? Yeah, it is...so she is good at hand-to-hand combat. Or at least she thinks she is….well she’ll be in for one hell of a surprise when she sees me. I know I should cut some kind of promo but first I better put this combination into these two cake tins before putting each tin in the oven. Luckily I remembered to preheat it this time, don’t want Shannon to repeat her lesson on heating stuff. Talking about Shannon I can see my beautiful redhead in the ‘office’ trying to write more lyrics. While it can be both challenging and fulfilling to do such a thing, it wasn’t exactly her writing that brought a smile on my face...but instead the ring on her finger. It was only like a week ago that I finally became brave enough to actually propose to my beautiful American...and she said yes. What a great turn my life have taken this year...maybe that was why I’ve decided to return to the ring?
However I can’t afford to forget about the promo I need to shoot. Now where was that recording device? Oh yeah, in the drawer by the bed. I couldn’t help but glance over to see my four year old Sarah sleeping peacefully as I entered our bedroom and when I did I smiled a little more as I quietly pulled the recording device out from the drawer. Carefully I exited the room, making sure to not slam the door, and strolled down to the door of our house. Slowly I opened the door and when I got halfway out of it I stopped in place to look back and smile a little more.
“At last the life I’ve always wanted…”
Departed from my lips before I exited the house and closed the door behind me. Exit Megan McCrea the mother and fiancee, hello Megan McCrea the professional wrestler.
Act 2
“What kind of fighter am I?”
That question was voiced out as we see a milky skinned woman sitting on the the edge of a building. Judging by her purple hair this woman must be none other than Megan McCrea, the very woman who will be representing both the well-established EWC and the new, much smaller, CWA in the Manifest Destiny tournament with her first round opponent being Brutal Force Wrestling’s own Aelyra Blight. Yet instead of looking at device recording her, the Emo Princess is looking up towards the clouds, as if she was asking her question to some kind of higher power.
“Am I a warrior? The type of person who hits first, thinks later? A slaughterer who butcher hundreds and bathe in the blood of thousands? Someone who lives by the sword and die by the sword? A person who’ll never stay still until they perish in battle? No...not me...but maybe that is the kind of fighter Aelyra is. After all, at least from what I’ve heard, she is known for running her mouth without ever thinking about a thing. Then again, a person like her does look like a twenty-first century cavewoman and it wouldn’t surprise me if her vocabulary isn’t above ‘hey! Me Aelyra! Aelyra is strong!’.”
After saying her last few words rather mockingly the Purple Haired Dynamo laughed rather loudly...but then she went silent as never once has this entrant looked away from the sky.
“But what kind of fighter am I? Or, to better phrase my words, what kind of fighter will I be in this match? Will I be a tormentor? A torturer? A bloodthirsty wench who won’t stop until her opponent is a lifeless pulp? Or am I going to be a fun fighter? A showboat? A thriller? A person who’ll bring a smile upon people’s faces when I beat Miss Blight?”
Megan took a moment to look down before looking back up towards the sky.
“No matter who I end up being...I’ll show her...I’ll show Aelyra Blight, the people in the arena and everyone else in this Manifest Destiny tournament why I am both The Highlight of the Night and the Future of Professional Wrestling. I promise you that.”
After saying her words the Emo Princess looked back down towards the ground below and, with a slight rock forward, jumps off the building...thus leaving the recording device alone to run out of power.
That question was voiced out as we see a milky skinned woman sitting on the the edge of a building. Judging by her purple hair this woman must be none other than Megan McCrea, the very woman who will be representing both the well-established EWC and the new, much smaller, CWA in the Manifest Destiny tournament with her first round opponent being Brutal Force Wrestling’s own Aelyra Blight. Yet instead of looking at device recording her, the Emo Princess is looking up towards the clouds, as if she was asking her question to some kind of higher power.
“Am I a warrior? The type of person who hits first, thinks later? A slaughterer who butcher hundreds and bathe in the blood of thousands? Someone who lives by the sword and die by the sword? A person who’ll never stay still until they perish in battle? No...not me...but maybe that is the kind of fighter Aelyra is. After all, at least from what I’ve heard, she is known for running her mouth without ever thinking about a thing. Then again, a person like her does look like a twenty-first century cavewoman and it wouldn’t surprise me if her vocabulary isn’t above ‘hey! Me Aelyra! Aelyra is strong!’.”
After saying her last few words rather mockingly the Purple Haired Dynamo laughed rather loudly...but then she went silent as never once has this entrant looked away from the sky.
“But what kind of fighter am I? Or, to better phrase my words, what kind of fighter will I be in this match? Will I be a tormentor? A torturer? A bloodthirsty wench who won’t stop until her opponent is a lifeless pulp? Or am I going to be a fun fighter? A showboat? A thriller? A person who’ll bring a smile upon people’s faces when I beat Miss Blight?”
Megan took a moment to look down before looking back up towards the sky.
“No matter who I end up being...I’ll show her...I’ll show Aelyra Blight, the people in the arena and everyone else in this Manifest Destiny tournament why I am both The Highlight of the Night and the Future of Professional Wrestling. I promise you that.”
After saying her words the Emo Princess looked back down towards the ground below and, with a slight rock forward, jumps off the building...thus leaving the recording device alone to run out of power.