Post by Megan Andrews on Mar 4, 2013 0:59:46 GMT -4
& I WAKE UP EVERY EVENING
WITH A BIG SMILE ON MY FACE
( and it never seems out of place )
[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]Blast from the Past
Megan was sitting in a Starbucks in her hometown of Seattle, Washington. She had only been there for a few minutes but had already ordered herself a brownie as well as a large Java Chip Frappuccino to sip on while she looked through a few websites on her laptop for some new and different styles on ring gear. It wasn't that she was bored with what she had already, but she never said no to new styles of gear either since she wanted to look beyond her absolute best while being the hottest thing in the ring. As the red head thought about the hundreds of men, and some women as well, that drooled over her when she was in the ring whether she would be writing or just simply entering it. As the Seattle native clicked out of another page and began searching for another one, she sipped on her Frappuccino, lightly licking her full, red lips as she set the cup back down on the table. The young woman was extremely glad to be in her hometown where no one made too big of a deal about her since that meant that she wouldn't have to hide herself in the back of the shop like she would end up having to do in other cities. Megan picked a small piece of her brownie from the rest of the sweet treat and put it into her mouth, her gaze never leaving her computer as she did so. She shook her head a bit as she looked through another page, and she found herself getting rather irritated since she couldn't find any decent looking gear that she would want to waste her time and money on.
”Dear God...can't people make quality gear anymore? It's not that damn hard to make something that someone would actually want to buy right out and not as a last resort type of thing.”
”Or you can just buy the gear that you think looks so crappy and customize it so that it looks considerably better and so that it's better suited to your tastes. That works just as well, you know.”
Megan moved her gaze from her laptop's screen to try and find the location of the voice that had just spoken to her. What shocked her was seeing that it had come from someone that she had not only gone to school with but had dated as well as trained with in her early days of wrestling. Of course, they hadn't spoken in quite a while after a falling out over their differences in training styles, so she was quite surprised when she had heard his voice speaking to her. Without saying a word, the young woman motioned for him to sit down in the empty seat that was across from her at the table she had been occupying for close to half an hour. The red head slid her laptop off to the side of the table but didn't close it since she had just opened a few more pages that were still loading. The two said nothing for a few minutes...instead they just stared at each other, words forming in their heads to spill out of their mouths but nothing coming out right away. Finally, after taking a sip from her drink again, Megan cleared her throat and spoke up.
”I'm surprised to see you here let alone even talking to me. What was the last thing that you said to me? Oh yeah...you planned on never speaking to me again and making my life a living Hell whenever you possibly could.”
”Well when blood's boiling after a fight like the one we had, things are going to be said whether they're meant or not. Who says I meant what I said? It's not as if you've given me the time of day since that night to say a word to you. You left that night and changed training centers immediately, so that's all on you, not on me. And when it comes to surprises of me being here, you're really one to talk. Last I remember, you vowed that you were never going to return to such a stupid city as this one considering how they adore and idolize your sister.”
Megan glared at the young man that was now sitting in front of her with a smirk on his face. She had hated that he always knew how to press her buttons in any situation, and it hadn't changed now. Almost immediately, the young woman closed her laptop and unplugged the power cord from the wall outlet. Silently, she packed her computer and all of it's components into the travel, computer bag that she had, and stood up, sliding her chair under the table and grabbing her drink and purse as well. As the Seattle native went to walk past the young man that had sat down with her only to make it his mission to irritate her, she paused for a moment and looked at him.
”Everyone has their reasons, Tyson. And you're damn right...I didn't give you the time of day, and since it seems like you've made it your mission to irritate me because you've seen me, I'm not going to give you anymore time today. Enjoy your...whatever it is that you have. I have things to get ready for, things that don't include dealing with infuriating, moronic men.”
With that, Megan flipped her hair to make it rest on her back, and she made her way out of the coffee shop. Her heels clicked lightly on the tiled floor as she made her way to the door until she paused to open the way out. She knew that Tyson was watching her the entire time, so she made sure to give him something to look at and made him remember what he had and had driven away so easily. The young woman smirked as she drove off, knowing that he was most likely sitting at the table, silently cursing himself out.
They Don't Deserve My Time
Megan had just arrived to the arena where she was immediately cornored by the camera crew, wanting her to speak about what had happened the week before and about her upcoming match. Needless to say, she wasn't too thrilled about being cornered, but she decided that she would humor them and speak anyway. The young red head placed her duffle bag on the floor and looked into the camera with a serious look on her face accompanied by a smirk.
”Everyone wants to know what happened to me last week concerning that tag team match that I had. So I had an off week...who hasn't? That doesn't mean that I didn't bring my all the best that I could that night, and it doesn't mean that I can't hack it with the talent in APW. Shit happens and life moves on...that's basically the way I see it, and it might as well be the way that the idiots everywhere see it as well. People in this business don't get second chances like this too easily, but when I saw that I had, I wasn't surprised that management had decided to let us have another go at it. When I'm on my game, I am a damn good wrestler after all.
This week I'm teaming with Evan again to go against some hick and someone that I don't really know and am not too familiar with. You would think that they wouldn't want to make this too easy on us, wouldn't you? I guess that they just want to see those guys get decimated in the ring though. Whatever their thinking was in booking this match, it suits me just fine. After all, it's no hair off of my head and no worry from me concerning what happens to the idiots that I'll be facing in the ring, tonight. I know for a fact that I will not let myself lose 2 weeks in a row, so whoever's doubting me shouldn't watch the show or come to the arena tonight because they're going to be sorely disappointed when they see me dominate.
That's all I have to say...you idiots really don't deserve any of my time at all.”
WORDS,, a lot
TAGGED,, everyone involved!
OUTFIT,, Megan 1 with black, thin heeled, knee length leather boots & Tyson 1, Ken Anderson & with semi-dressy black shoes
Megan 2
MUSIC,, Gnomeo & Juliet
NOTES,, good luck everyone!
TEMPLATE,, by PANIC! ITS LAUZ of CAUTION
