Post by Meg on Dec 19, 2009 12:07:57 GMT -5
((Hi I'm new here and I wanted to say I'm so glad to find your site... Been out there in the web searching for such forum, but all the time I get same and same and same copy of clichee made of stereotypes... of Medieval Fantasy settings that I have enaugh already...
...also I'm sorry for my bad English. I'm not a native english speaker, in fact I'm Polish and am still learing, so please forgive me all the mistakes I will surely, and unfortunately, make every now and than sorry))
Character Name: Megan Styles also known as "Meg" or "Golden Omega"/"Mega-Gold"
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Religion: None... she believes in nameless god that observes through shining of gold, who chuckles by the sound of coins in your wallet, who you can touch while touching a banknote - a god of hazard.
Race: Human
Personal Philosophy: Nietzscheanism and Utilitarism - If it ain't broke, don't fix it. If the stupid solution works, it's clearly NOT stupid. The only unfair match is one in which you loose... Honorable defeat - isn't ... got it?
Height: 8 feet (2m 43cm)
Weight: aprox 120 kg
Martial Art: Vale Tudo addapted to Illegal Wrestling
Profesion: A Merc, Wrestler, Smugler
former Residence: Somewhere arrund Roanapur - Thailand - but she basicly lives on the road, riding her bike from one motel to another.
That’s exactly who she is. – A wrestler. How she came to America? Not much there is known, she just had to emigrate from Europe in early age, for some unknown reason, when her father once simply put her in plane, alone, and sent to US, to run away from Greece as far as she could..
In United States she was found by a man named Jules Johnson... known also as Jules “Funky” Johnson – a big afro-haired black man who seems to be lost somewhere between 60’s and 70’s style of XX century, owner of a small radio station where Funk Music is always alive, and a trader. He raised Megan, teaching her how to fight as he was once a wrestler himself.
When Meg was adult already she begun career on arenas in different cities but not in US obviously, being a star on underground-illegal matched broadcasted by internet-TV, in Mexico for instance, Brazill, Panama, Equador, everywhere where Jules traveled for business. She charged to the top of the ladder and become youngest champions of many local leagues, but still far from some more renowned rings. Jules however had different plans for her. He wished to work with her as a plane smuggler, delivering various goods trough borders of countries.
But than... she never was a skilled pilot, always preffered to stay on ground. As she says, cockpits are too tight for her and all those electric gadgets seemed to be too fragile, for casual Meg’s fixing policy – Hit this damn box, till it works properly!!!
So why after all those years Meg left wrestling? It is said she got into some nasty business with local “officials”. It is enough to say that men in black suits come in many different types, sometimes they are just mobs and thugs serving some minor boss, while sometimes they appear to be more complex governmental institution. Which one she got problems with? We don’t know, she don’t know... perhaps truth lies somewhere in the middle. Anyway she got to leg it... So she moved to Thailand where both hot climate and lawless enclaves – cities of crime, modern day piracy and mercenaries just called for ruthless entertainment, where people died on stage! And she loved it! Finally away from all nasty, dirty and nosy institutions of so called “democratic” countries, where people sell their freedom for sake of political correctness. Roanapur? It was a dirty city lying near Thai shore, dirty, brutal, but there was this essence of true, crude and raw freedom she found to be more real than idea of “once every 5 years choosing people who will rule over you.”
She came back, not only fighting on rings but also doing stuff for local syndicates, as a mercenary, more for muscle work than gunfights. She values her fists, but never had a stabile hand for a revolver or pistol.
However… there was a slight twist in her life recently… old friend contacted her via email, saying he found Megan’s relative… a sister! Jules was in bad shape, cancer… so he wished to do this one last thing to only real family he had.
But how to get to Germany and track this little brat down? She got to ask for favor of important people… - and sometimes those favors may include some nasty business.
That was the plan... - but than, she is “Meg”, and Meg don’t stick long to plans...
The question may be, why she found herself in this mysterious city? The answer is simple - seeking of fame, new enemies and challenges to face, compeeting with all kind of warriors she can find! That's what drives her life and makes her move on - lust for glory.
Character and Mood:
She is cynical, impolite – the type that starts to smoke in surrounding of non-smokers, just to piss them off. Meat, bear, cigarettes – enough to make her a happy day. She is rather a rude person, and she acts like one... well, she obviously can due to her physique, spiting, smirking, laughing out well-dressed gentlemen in suits. Her character is strongly reflected by style of her clothes – black leather, steel, black leather, black leather, black leather, gold, black leather, steel.
What’s more? Megan once asked by her friend, Jules: “Do you like Americans?”
She gave a quick answer “No”... Do you like British? ... No. How about Japanese? ... Nope. Germans? Hell No!
“Than who do you like, Megan?”
She smiles innocently, like a little girl and responds with a soft voice “Oh, just myself.”
“Why do you wish to visit Germany than if you hate those chaps so much, Meg?” - Asks her friend.
And the answer was simple. “Despite the fact they are pompus asses... I got to admit one thing. They know how to make job done and how to make things work... In the end, Jules... that is all we need in a true ally.” Says Meg, finishing her beer and crushing a can on her forehead. “What they make this damn ale of?”
“Don’t say a word bout it. It’s good Japanese import.”
“Japanese? Like what they’re gonna do? Get Godzira on my ass?”
Megan is a very egocentric person – she loves to hear compliments of every kind and she never has enough. Miss Styles can spend hours doing what she loves – being lazy basicly, or riding her motorcycle for whole weeks. She always takes this damn bike wherever she goes, even if she travels by plane to another part of globe.
She is an atractive woman, but scary at the same time. Most of guys are simply afraid of possibility she grabs their necks and throw them like teddy-bears. One day a film producer she met in a bar somewhere in Colorado, one responsible of filming movies with superhero's, series very popular lately, offered her even a contract to play main role in "She-Hulk: The Green Wrath"... unfortunately days later her problems with US security institutions started and she had to flee... It was a shame of course, cause Meg loves fame, and a little bit more is always well accepted.
"Violence is last resort of stupid people... Wise people use it much earlier."
"If brutal strenght don't work... it simply means it's not brutal enaugh."
"There is no such thing as 'overkill' - only lack of body-bags."
"Genocide - so rearly needed, so often fun."
"Socialists run really fast when you don't buy their crap... and shoot them in the ass... twice."
"Everything worth shooting in the ass twice is also worth shooting for the third time."
Megan first entered arena in age of sixteen. She was tall and strong enough in that age to compete in adult’s league, despite the fact she was young she already seemed to be older than most of rookie challengers.
First match she had was in a small underground club in Mexico, where she was suppose to fight as one of “Wrestling Divas” for women class. But she had enough of easy wins and always dreamed of becoming a true warrior who fight with the best and is simply the best, no matter what gender she has to fight. She saw only good opponents or weak ones. Megan waited for the big fellas to get on the ring. Three prime third league fighters who were way ahead of her in the ladder went out to rumble in a cage. She dressed herself in a costume no one recognized her, she run in the fight... all the people thought it’s one of other wrestles who simply wishes to join, to add some drama in the show. But when Megan knocked them all down and unmasked herself, whole the audience was impressed that some gold-haired girl simply grinded champions most people came there to see winning... and she was just sixteen year old!
She had couple other occasions to prove Megan Styles is one woman who can easily fight with man with no threat of getting injured. And soon, those men were ones that pissed themselves seeing Megan walking down the ramp to face them.
At age of eighteen Megan Styles rushed to the top of second league ladder of Underground No Remorse, UNR – a weakly bound federation of companies who soled DvD’s from fights where people died on the ring almost every time, organizing matches with truly no rules. She claimed victory... no one was able to end outstanding lucky streak of forty three victories in a row! She changed her old nickname from “Golden Omega” to simply “Meg” – but her symbol remained on every piece of her clothing. From the very first day she never changed her image. Always had same hair, same nail-color, black-leather clothes flushed with golden details in always same style. Her fans liked that, they liked this iconic, stylish look.
Megan stole heart of public, by her enthusiasm, charisma, cynical attitude in every speech she gave before match. She always knew how to make opponent feel humiliated.
Her career traveled to Europe, than Asia where she did her best on rings and arenas with giving display of brutal strength and dark-humor. Just a year later, being nineteen, she claimed Champion’s belt of UNR, becoming youngest league leader in history... more of that... a female.
It was a hard punch for whole rest of competitors, but since that day Megan appears on rings and arenas to show every new young-blood that no matter how good they are, they can never outrank Meg.
That was also best way to earn money. Quick, simple, pleasant. A bit of face-smacking, lots of fans attention, a fair doze of cash. A good life perspective.
The “Look”:
First thing people always say, when they see Megan is: “Damn! She’s tall!” Approx 8 feet tall – 2,43 meter. She is looking on everyone from above and she is totally fine with that. It kind of make the day for everyone to have a chance for a higher position in a discussion, business, fight, in bed... whatever. Meg is very glad to be as tall as she is. Also it helps her figure in general leaving place for muscles to form her slim and fit, not overpacked like some short athletes. That is maybe why people get so confused about her strength. She don’t look like she could open safe-doors with bare hands... Meg don’t look like she could rip someone’s leg from rest of body. But hey! Guess what... She can.
Megan has figure of someone between sportswoman and female-thug: bit of bodybuilder, bit actress, bit of nuclear-warhead, and a cute face – that turns into villainous portrait when needed.
As mentioned earlier – Megan has very dark skin, but she is not black. According to her genes she is 50% Swiss, 50% Greek – her golden hair keep natural color. Meg just loves to see her skin well tanned so she can spend hours on beach, doing what she does best – being herself: that is – being lazy and relaxin.
Style? Is what she got. Only leather clothes accepted, jewelry - all that biker girl needs to flash with on massive, roaring motorcycle.
Possession: Harley Softail model 98 Custom and old Ballester-Molina pistol of Argentine design, as her last chance weapon.
Talents: Exeptinal Strenght - extreem height also... it's not really any plus, she is just very tall, what makes her obviously slower and easier target.
She is not tall in basic concept of the word... she's more like bigger in every dimention, as if someone put her in growth machine and multiplied her size. Normaly too-tall people look rather ridiculous, with their lenghten proportions of same limbs, while Meg is somehow, just bigger. Even her eyes are larger than common human. Perhaps it's just genetic, or something else, but she simply is tall and strong for reasons unknown to her. Along with strenght comes of course physical endurance, toughness, ability to resist more extreeme conditions, but nothing really flashy, by that I mean, no bullet-dodging, not being resistant to blades, or any stuff like that, but it's obvious that healthy strong body can take couple more serious punches than a flimsy one, right?
”Meg says...”
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She walked down the ramp, surrounded by people chanting her name. In light of golden fireworks that were fired, her hair in same color, shining, as if they were made of this precious metal.
On the big screen behind her back – a giant Greek Omega swirled, and no other words were needed for her fans to understand what the heck is going to happen. People of every kind filled this stadium, from little girls with her name on T-shirts, to some huge biker-men who held up her symbols painted on boards.
They gone all mad when saw their champion. Whistling, clapping, yelling, demanding her next victory, or simply screaming out her name: Meg.
First woman actually let to compete on equal terms with other wrestlers...
Eight feet tall set of perfect built, not overpacked with muscles but ideal in her form. Fit and healthy. Her long legs covered in high and heavy black leather boots, leaving rest of her long strong thighs coated only with thin, black fishnet stockings. Her fit behind, well visible trough the layer of black, leather miniskirt also called for attention of her fans, leaving them speechless for a brief moment, before they eventually blushed and returned to chanting her name.
A tight black leather corset perfectly marked contours of strong yet quite slim abdomen. Costume had some polished-steel buckles here and there to keep it well on her figure. Same buckles had a motorcycle jacket she got on her shoulders. Meg closed her hands into fists, hiding a set of shiny golden fingernails under a dark, heavily tanned skin.
She wasn’t black. Meg’s facial features were clearly as European as her roots and origin. But than... she was a woman that loved to see her skin well “baked” by the sun.
Shoulder-long golden hair swung to the music that played since she entered. A set of notes strong as her set of muscles... and riffs sharp as her eyebrows when she measured next unworthy opponent with bright-gray eye.
On her neck no fancy necklace... instead she wore simple construction chains... made of gold, of course.
Lips covered with blood-red lipstick parted for a moment, when she licked them seeing what kind of handsome buffy bully she will have to “destroy”.
She looked at him from behind golden sunglasses – gold lens and black frame.
“Megie! Megie!” People roared when she asked some maintenance guy of sound crew to fetch her a microphone.
He just looked up at the tall women, much taller than him, and politely shook his head, before running to the nearest table with accessories.
He brought her a microphone in no time not even drawing her attention. She haven’t really noticed this man, never looked at him. Meg just gave an order and things happened – that’s how it works. She has far more important things to attend to, like being herself... she don’t need to look at some random maintenance boy. If she did, that would have meant only one – huge troubles.
When Meg was standing like that near the ring, bringing microphone closer to those red lips... stadium, all the audience, all the people... turned into sea of silence...
A long blond haired thug in the middle of the ring was clearly afraid of her. He took a step back every time she gave one forward. When she entered the ring, standing in its corner, he return to the opposite one, putting his hand on the rope, ready to run... to escape before she grinds his face into meat-pudding.
He saw many matches on the screen, he saw Meg beating up bigger marauders of this illegal semi-underground Wrestling Federation. Small league popular in the lawless parts of globe where money ruled over justice, equality and silly slogans like that. He saw unnaturall drug enhanced ‘demigods of the ring’, technology-fudged junkies, some other freaks, he saw them crushed by this woman – just and only... human.
“Welcome to my arena...” She said with deep melodic voice that broke the silence. She said it subtly, yet with wild strength kept on leash, hidden behind every syllable.
People cheered again, chanting the name! Couple thousands throats roared, fists pierced the air.
“We meet again Triple K” She added, with lusty gaze looking at local champion’s belt on man’s shoulder. “It was long since Meg last time been to this ring.”
While she was talking, she slowly, light-heartedly walked from the one corner to the other.
“You can say that Meg was on vacation, watching you boys for those long two years, how bravely you claim Meg’s belt, how fearsome you get and... cocky.”
Megan Styles chuckled warmly, observed by crowd of fans and her opponent that now shook his head, not being able to believe she is back in this uncivilized and brutal city!
“Meg saw you, Triple K, giving interviews to press and TV about how good you are, about how perfect you got, about how well you managed to bring down such great wrestlers like Germanico, Colonel Blitzkrieg or how you managed to beat undefeated O’Sullivan brothers in handicapped match...” She said, rising her head to breath in the air, smelling the excitement of public.
The opponent wrestler swung his leg and let it hang behind the rope. Fear, caused him almost want to throw the champion’s belt away and run, as far as he can get before she – eight feet tall ruthless Amazon gets him.
“But Meg got to tell you this... No matter how hard you try, no matter who you defeat, or how good you get... Meg is and will always be, simply...”
She made a short, almost theatrical pause.
“...better.”
Again people screamed wildly! Whistled, cheered and gave her long applause so that their champion, a warrior woman, Megan Styles, could drink the excitement of their lips.
“And now, Triple K, there are two ways we can end this match. It’s a question of how awesome show people would like to see... As you know Meg recognizes only two kind of humans: ubber-entities and the rest, the global mob...” She said when a wicked grin appeared on her face.
“And to be honest, Meg knows only two ubber-entities currently alive in this universe. One is just awesome... and she is called, Meg. While the other one is SUPER AWESOME... and she is called THE Meg.”
Crowd that surrounded the ring cheered again, clapping, whistling, putting hands in the air! They went wild! Two years of her absence was too much for the world of wrestling. Two years without her absolute dominance above other fighters, without endless streak of winning and proving those bunch of pompus, arrogant pricks where their place is... under Meg’s boot.
“Now... let the people decide which of those ubber-entities you are going to face in a second.” Ending her speech, she slowly took off her sunglasses and gave them to humble referee along with microphone.
Her leather jacket slid down of her bare shoulders, revealing strong arms.
She turned her hands into fists, assumed a boxing pose.
Her opponent gulped down the spit, hearing how people demand “The Big Style” – screaming this phrase so loud, he could not hear anything else. He remembered he had fans for those two years, but now they again serve Meg, their beloved true champion.
Strong athlete, wearing only black, tight spandex shorts, in a flash decided to cross the ropes and escape, while he still could! Roanapurian Wrestling Championship belt landed on the ground, when he tried just to run away.
While he was ready to jump of the edge of ring, he felt a strong grip on the back of his neck. It were her fingers, she was pulling him back!
He just felt how brutal force throws him up in the air, before his back landed on the surface of the ring.
When Triple K got up, Megs fist struck his chin, sending him air-born. Her opponent flew on the ropes, rebound of them and landed with his face on the arena ground, his vision darkened.
Megan did fine, she took his head in between her hands and helped him to stand. In the same second he finally stood straight, wrestler tried to hit taller woman, but despite her size she was quite agile and relatively fast, evading blows he tried to send her. She was far more experienced than those street-trained-wrestler-wannabe-thugs he faced and poor bastard knew that, after all he had a chance to watch her in action for so long.
Meg grabbed his arm and with a great force, pushed him on the ropes. That was a chance for him! She will try for sure to knock him out with a kick... or so. He decided to make a dodge...
After a quick rebound, he bent not even noticing Meg wasn’t standing in front of him! She wasn’t waiting for him with boot aimed for his chin, or a shoulder to his face! She was attacking!
For a short moment he saw her on the ground, making somersault towards him, before he once again flew back in the air, struck with her force. She stood on her hands with both her feet striking his face from below.
People, her fans cheered seeing once again great Megan in action.
Now she walked around the ring, referee stepping of her way.
Again she took a firm grasp on his head, forcing him to stand up. His neck got surrounded by strong thighs. The pressure of her muscles blocked some of his veins blood-flow and so his face turned all red in couple seconds. He kneeled, feeling the unbearable force trying to crush his skull. Hands of poor athlete quickly grabber smooth skinned, but steel-hard muscled legs.
Instead of crushing his skull, what she obviously could do, she just hooked her arms under his and using this level, she lifted him up, making him sit on her shoulders, before she thrown him back at the ground! Sound of an impact was so strong some people might have thought Meg just crushed the ring deck, or his back along.
The man was barely breathing, his eyes rolled up, he seemed to be unconscious.
Tall woman lied on him, Meg took his leg and drawn it closer to his strong chest.
A referee landed just near her, swinging his hand and counting.
“One!” Screamed whole the audience. “Two!” They accompanied judges hand.
Just in the second he was about to beat the ground for third time, a wrestler – Triple K... now with nose bleeding, pulled up his shoulder. He spit out one tooth, along with lots of blood.
Meg had enough of this already. She wished to go back home and rest a bit with a new belt for her collection.
He was turned on his chest, when Meg settled herself upon him, pulling up his hands. One of her legs shoved under his head, while the other one joined closing on his neck a deadly headscissors.
Now he saw how she crosses her boots...
...and the world eclipsed.
Her thighs grown slightly when she strained her muscles. The force she put in this was something natural for her, but for him it was torment. He felt like every single bone in his skull and neck was about to shatter into thousands of pieces. Veins so squeezed they refrained of pumping blood to his head, that first turned red, along with his eyes – now sprinkled with tiny nets of capillaries... afterwards couple next seconds, his blood-spilling lips went blue. He couldn’t even move a jaw as her legs were so strongly clamping on both his neck and cheeks only he could do was to breath through nose, and spew more blood of his puckered lips.
Referee was there, looking at the poor victim, waiting for his words, for his “I give up!” – but he couldn’t say a thing. Vision and sound seemed slowly to fade.
Seeing how he suffers referee ordered to end the match and present to people their new champion – Meg.
Gong dinged couple times, people started to cheer, music was played – the Perfect Warrior by Lost Horizon. And yet!
She did not stopped. Referee kneeled quickly beside Meg, telling her that if she continues like that she will eventually...
A slight snap they heard... and body of Triple K rested numb. Megan finally got up leaving paralyzed opponent on the ground.
She just took the belt, her jacket and sunglasses and walked away listening to the music, and vicious crowd chanting her name, demanding her to give them more blood and carnage next time. They loved her for this.
...also I'm sorry for my bad English. I'm not a native english speaker, in fact I'm Polish and am still learing, so please forgive me all the mistakes I will surely, and unfortunately, make every now and than sorry))
Character Name: Megan Styles also known as "Meg" or "Golden Omega"/"Mega-Gold"
Age: 34
Sex: Female
Religion: None... she believes in nameless god that observes through shining of gold, who chuckles by the sound of coins in your wallet, who you can touch while touching a banknote - a god of hazard.
Race: Human
Personal Philosophy: Nietzscheanism and Utilitarism - If it ain't broke, don't fix it. If the stupid solution works, it's clearly NOT stupid. The only unfair match is one in which you loose... Honorable defeat - isn't ... got it?
Height: 8 feet (2m 43cm)
Weight: aprox 120 kg
Martial Art: Vale Tudo addapted to Illegal Wrestling
Profesion: A Merc, Wrestler, Smugler
former Residence: Somewhere arrund Roanapur - Thailand - but she basicly lives on the road, riding her bike from one motel to another.
History:
That’s exactly who she is. – A wrestler. How she came to America? Not much there is known, she just had to emigrate from Europe in early age, for some unknown reason, when her father once simply put her in plane, alone, and sent to US, to run away from Greece as far as she could..
In United States she was found by a man named Jules Johnson... known also as Jules “Funky” Johnson – a big afro-haired black man who seems to be lost somewhere between 60’s and 70’s style of XX century, owner of a small radio station where Funk Music is always alive, and a trader. He raised Megan, teaching her how to fight as he was once a wrestler himself.
When Meg was adult already she begun career on arenas in different cities but not in US obviously, being a star on underground-illegal matched broadcasted by internet-TV, in Mexico for instance, Brazill, Panama, Equador, everywhere where Jules traveled for business. She charged to the top of the ladder and become youngest champions of many local leagues, but still far from some more renowned rings. Jules however had different plans for her. He wished to work with her as a plane smuggler, delivering various goods trough borders of countries.
But than... she never was a skilled pilot, always preffered to stay on ground. As she says, cockpits are too tight for her and all those electric gadgets seemed to be too fragile, for casual Meg’s fixing policy – Hit this damn box, till it works properly!!!
So why after all those years Meg left wrestling? It is said she got into some nasty business with local “officials”. It is enough to say that men in black suits come in many different types, sometimes they are just mobs and thugs serving some minor boss, while sometimes they appear to be more complex governmental institution. Which one she got problems with? We don’t know, she don’t know... perhaps truth lies somewhere in the middle. Anyway she got to leg it... So she moved to Thailand where both hot climate and lawless enclaves – cities of crime, modern day piracy and mercenaries just called for ruthless entertainment, where people died on stage! And she loved it! Finally away from all nasty, dirty and nosy institutions of so called “democratic” countries, where people sell their freedom for sake of political correctness. Roanapur? It was a dirty city lying near Thai shore, dirty, brutal, but there was this essence of true, crude and raw freedom she found to be more real than idea of “once every 5 years choosing people who will rule over you.”
She came back, not only fighting on rings but also doing stuff for local syndicates, as a mercenary, more for muscle work than gunfights. She values her fists, but never had a stabile hand for a revolver or pistol.
However… there was a slight twist in her life recently… old friend contacted her via email, saying he found Megan’s relative… a sister! Jules was in bad shape, cancer… so he wished to do this one last thing to only real family he had.
But how to get to Germany and track this little brat down? She got to ask for favor of important people… - and sometimes those favors may include some nasty business.
That was the plan... - but than, she is “Meg”, and Meg don’t stick long to plans...
The question may be, why she found herself in this mysterious city? The answer is simple - seeking of fame, new enemies and challenges to face, compeeting with all kind of warriors she can find! That's what drives her life and makes her move on - lust for glory.
Character and Mood:
She is cynical, impolite – the type that starts to smoke in surrounding of non-smokers, just to piss them off. Meat, bear, cigarettes – enough to make her a happy day. She is rather a rude person, and she acts like one... well, she obviously can due to her physique, spiting, smirking, laughing out well-dressed gentlemen in suits. Her character is strongly reflected by style of her clothes – black leather, steel, black leather, black leather, black leather, gold, black leather, steel.
What’s more? Megan once asked by her friend, Jules: “Do you like Americans?”
She gave a quick answer “No”... Do you like British? ... No. How about Japanese? ... Nope. Germans? Hell No!
“Than who do you like, Megan?”
She smiles innocently, like a little girl and responds with a soft voice “Oh, just myself.”
“Why do you wish to visit Germany than if you hate those chaps so much, Meg?” - Asks her friend.
And the answer was simple. “Despite the fact they are pompus asses... I got to admit one thing. They know how to make job done and how to make things work... In the end, Jules... that is all we need in a true ally.” Says Meg, finishing her beer and crushing a can on her forehead. “What they make this damn ale of?”
“Don’t say a word bout it. It’s good Japanese import.”
“Japanese? Like what they’re gonna do? Get Godzira on my ass?”
Megan is a very egocentric person – she loves to hear compliments of every kind and she never has enough. Miss Styles can spend hours doing what she loves – being lazy basicly, or riding her motorcycle for whole weeks. She always takes this damn bike wherever she goes, even if she travels by plane to another part of globe.
She is an atractive woman, but scary at the same time. Most of guys are simply afraid of possibility she grabs their necks and throw them like teddy-bears. One day a film producer she met in a bar somewhere in Colorado, one responsible of filming movies with superhero's, series very popular lately, offered her even a contract to play main role in "She-Hulk: The Green Wrath"... unfortunately days later her problems with US security institutions started and she had to flee... It was a shame of course, cause Meg loves fame, and a little bit more is always well accepted.
Quotes:
"Violence is last resort of stupid people... Wise people use it much earlier."
"If brutal strenght don't work... it simply means it's not brutal enaugh."
"There is no such thing as 'overkill' - only lack of body-bags."
"Genocide - so rearly needed, so often fun."
"Socialists run really fast when you don't buy their crap... and shoot them in the ass... twice."
"Everything worth shooting in the ass twice is also worth shooting for the third time."
Career Summary:
Megan first entered arena in age of sixteen. She was tall and strong enough in that age to compete in adult’s league, despite the fact she was young she already seemed to be older than most of rookie challengers.
First match she had was in a small underground club in Mexico, where she was suppose to fight as one of “Wrestling Divas” for women class. But she had enough of easy wins and always dreamed of becoming a true warrior who fight with the best and is simply the best, no matter what gender she has to fight. She saw only good opponents or weak ones. Megan waited for the big fellas to get on the ring. Three prime third league fighters who were way ahead of her in the ladder went out to rumble in a cage. She dressed herself in a costume no one recognized her, she run in the fight... all the people thought it’s one of other wrestles who simply wishes to join, to add some drama in the show. But when Megan knocked them all down and unmasked herself, whole the audience was impressed that some gold-haired girl simply grinded champions most people came there to see winning... and she was just sixteen year old!
She had couple other occasions to prove Megan Styles is one woman who can easily fight with man with no threat of getting injured. And soon, those men were ones that pissed themselves seeing Megan walking down the ramp to face them.
At age of eighteen Megan Styles rushed to the top of second league ladder of Underground No Remorse, UNR – a weakly bound federation of companies who soled DvD’s from fights where people died on the ring almost every time, organizing matches with truly no rules. She claimed victory... no one was able to end outstanding lucky streak of forty three victories in a row! She changed her old nickname from “Golden Omega” to simply “Meg” – but her symbol remained on every piece of her clothing. From the very first day she never changed her image. Always had same hair, same nail-color, black-leather clothes flushed with golden details in always same style. Her fans liked that, they liked this iconic, stylish look.
Megan stole heart of public, by her enthusiasm, charisma, cynical attitude in every speech she gave before match. She always knew how to make opponent feel humiliated.
Her career traveled to Europe, than Asia where she did her best on rings and arenas with giving display of brutal strength and dark-humor. Just a year later, being nineteen, she claimed Champion’s belt of UNR, becoming youngest league leader in history... more of that... a female.
It was a hard punch for whole rest of competitors, but since that day Megan appears on rings and arenas to show every new young-blood that no matter how good they are, they can never outrank Meg.
That was also best way to earn money. Quick, simple, pleasant. A bit of face-smacking, lots of fans attention, a fair doze of cash. A good life perspective.
The “Look”:
First thing people always say, when they see Megan is: “Damn! She’s tall!” Approx 8 feet tall – 2,43 meter. She is looking on everyone from above and she is totally fine with that. It kind of make the day for everyone to have a chance for a higher position in a discussion, business, fight, in bed... whatever. Meg is very glad to be as tall as she is. Also it helps her figure in general leaving place for muscles to form her slim and fit, not overpacked like some short athletes. That is maybe why people get so confused about her strength. She don’t look like she could open safe-doors with bare hands... Meg don’t look like she could rip someone’s leg from rest of body. But hey! Guess what... She can.
Megan has figure of someone between sportswoman and female-thug: bit of bodybuilder, bit actress, bit of nuclear-warhead, and a cute face – that turns into villainous portrait when needed.
As mentioned earlier – Megan has very dark skin, but she is not black. According to her genes she is 50% Swiss, 50% Greek – her golden hair keep natural color. Meg just loves to see her skin well tanned so she can spend hours on beach, doing what she does best – being herself: that is – being lazy and relaxin.
Style? Is what she got. Only leather clothes accepted, jewelry - all that biker girl needs to flash with on massive, roaring motorcycle.
Possession: Harley Softail model 98 Custom and old Ballester-Molina pistol of Argentine design, as her last chance weapon.
Talents: Exeptinal Strenght - extreem height also... it's not really any plus, she is just very tall, what makes her obviously slower and easier target.
She is not tall in basic concept of the word... she's more like bigger in every dimention, as if someone put her in growth machine and multiplied her size. Normaly too-tall people look rather ridiculous, with their lenghten proportions of same limbs, while Meg is somehow, just bigger. Even her eyes are larger than common human. Perhaps it's just genetic, or something else, but she simply is tall and strong for reasons unknown to her. Along with strenght comes of course physical endurance, toughness, ability to resist more extreeme conditions, but nothing really flashy, by that I mean, no bullet-dodging, not being resistant to blades, or any stuff like that, but it's obvious that healthy strong body can take couple more serious punches than a flimsy one, right?
”Meg says...”
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She walked down the ramp, surrounded by people chanting her name. In light of golden fireworks that were fired, her hair in same color, shining, as if they were made of this precious metal.
On the big screen behind her back – a giant Greek Omega swirled, and no other words were needed for her fans to understand what the heck is going to happen. People of every kind filled this stadium, from little girls with her name on T-shirts, to some huge biker-men who held up her symbols painted on boards.
They gone all mad when saw their champion. Whistling, clapping, yelling, demanding her next victory, or simply screaming out her name: Meg.
First woman actually let to compete on equal terms with other wrestlers...
Eight feet tall set of perfect built, not overpacked with muscles but ideal in her form. Fit and healthy. Her long legs covered in high and heavy black leather boots, leaving rest of her long strong thighs coated only with thin, black fishnet stockings. Her fit behind, well visible trough the layer of black, leather miniskirt also called for attention of her fans, leaving them speechless for a brief moment, before they eventually blushed and returned to chanting her name.
A tight black leather corset perfectly marked contours of strong yet quite slim abdomen. Costume had some polished-steel buckles here and there to keep it well on her figure. Same buckles had a motorcycle jacket she got on her shoulders. Meg closed her hands into fists, hiding a set of shiny golden fingernails under a dark, heavily tanned skin.
She wasn’t black. Meg’s facial features were clearly as European as her roots and origin. But than... she was a woman that loved to see her skin well “baked” by the sun.
Shoulder-long golden hair swung to the music that played since she entered. A set of notes strong as her set of muscles... and riffs sharp as her eyebrows when she measured next unworthy opponent with bright-gray eye.
On her neck no fancy necklace... instead she wore simple construction chains... made of gold, of course.
Lips covered with blood-red lipstick parted for a moment, when she licked them seeing what kind of handsome buffy bully she will have to “destroy”.
She looked at him from behind golden sunglasses – gold lens and black frame.
“Megie! Megie!” People roared when she asked some maintenance guy of sound crew to fetch her a microphone.
He just looked up at the tall women, much taller than him, and politely shook his head, before running to the nearest table with accessories.
He brought her a microphone in no time not even drawing her attention. She haven’t really noticed this man, never looked at him. Meg just gave an order and things happened – that’s how it works. She has far more important things to attend to, like being herself... she don’t need to look at some random maintenance boy. If she did, that would have meant only one – huge troubles.
When Meg was standing like that near the ring, bringing microphone closer to those red lips... stadium, all the audience, all the people... turned into sea of silence...
A long blond haired thug in the middle of the ring was clearly afraid of her. He took a step back every time she gave one forward. When she entered the ring, standing in its corner, he return to the opposite one, putting his hand on the rope, ready to run... to escape before she grinds his face into meat-pudding.
He saw many matches on the screen, he saw Meg beating up bigger marauders of this illegal semi-underground Wrestling Federation. Small league popular in the lawless parts of globe where money ruled over justice, equality and silly slogans like that. He saw unnaturall drug enhanced ‘demigods of the ring’, technology-fudged junkies, some other freaks, he saw them crushed by this woman – just and only... human.
“Welcome to my arena...” She said with deep melodic voice that broke the silence. She said it subtly, yet with wild strength kept on leash, hidden behind every syllable.
People cheered again, chanting the name! Couple thousands throats roared, fists pierced the air.
“We meet again Triple K” She added, with lusty gaze looking at local champion’s belt on man’s shoulder. “It was long since Meg last time been to this ring.”
While she was talking, she slowly, light-heartedly walked from the one corner to the other.
“You can say that Meg was on vacation, watching you boys for those long two years, how bravely you claim Meg’s belt, how fearsome you get and... cocky.”
Megan Styles chuckled warmly, observed by crowd of fans and her opponent that now shook his head, not being able to believe she is back in this uncivilized and brutal city!
“Meg saw you, Triple K, giving interviews to press and TV about how good you are, about how perfect you got, about how well you managed to bring down such great wrestlers like Germanico, Colonel Blitzkrieg or how you managed to beat undefeated O’Sullivan brothers in handicapped match...” She said, rising her head to breath in the air, smelling the excitement of public.
The opponent wrestler swung his leg and let it hang behind the rope. Fear, caused him almost want to throw the champion’s belt away and run, as far as he can get before she – eight feet tall ruthless Amazon gets him.
“But Meg got to tell you this... No matter how hard you try, no matter who you defeat, or how good you get... Meg is and will always be, simply...”
She made a short, almost theatrical pause.
“...better.”
Again people screamed wildly! Whistled, cheered and gave her long applause so that their champion, a warrior woman, Megan Styles, could drink the excitement of their lips.
“And now, Triple K, there are two ways we can end this match. It’s a question of how awesome show people would like to see... As you know Meg recognizes only two kind of humans: ubber-entities and the rest, the global mob...” She said when a wicked grin appeared on her face.
“And to be honest, Meg knows only two ubber-entities currently alive in this universe. One is just awesome... and she is called, Meg. While the other one is SUPER AWESOME... and she is called THE Meg.”
Crowd that surrounded the ring cheered again, clapping, whistling, putting hands in the air! They went wild! Two years of her absence was too much for the world of wrestling. Two years without her absolute dominance above other fighters, without endless streak of winning and proving those bunch of pompus, arrogant pricks where their place is... under Meg’s boot.
“Now... let the people decide which of those ubber-entities you are going to face in a second.” Ending her speech, she slowly took off her sunglasses and gave them to humble referee along with microphone.
Her leather jacket slid down of her bare shoulders, revealing strong arms.
She turned her hands into fists, assumed a boxing pose.
Her opponent gulped down the spit, hearing how people demand “The Big Style” – screaming this phrase so loud, he could not hear anything else. He remembered he had fans for those two years, but now they again serve Meg, their beloved true champion.
Strong athlete, wearing only black, tight spandex shorts, in a flash decided to cross the ropes and escape, while he still could! Roanapurian Wrestling Championship belt landed on the ground, when he tried just to run away.
While he was ready to jump of the edge of ring, he felt a strong grip on the back of his neck. It were her fingers, she was pulling him back!
He just felt how brutal force throws him up in the air, before his back landed on the surface of the ring.
When Triple K got up, Megs fist struck his chin, sending him air-born. Her opponent flew on the ropes, rebound of them and landed with his face on the arena ground, his vision darkened.
Megan did fine, she took his head in between her hands and helped him to stand. In the same second he finally stood straight, wrestler tried to hit taller woman, but despite her size she was quite agile and relatively fast, evading blows he tried to send her. She was far more experienced than those street-trained-wrestler-wannabe-thugs he faced and poor bastard knew that, after all he had a chance to watch her in action for so long.
Meg grabbed his arm and with a great force, pushed him on the ropes. That was a chance for him! She will try for sure to knock him out with a kick... or so. He decided to make a dodge...
After a quick rebound, he bent not even noticing Meg wasn’t standing in front of him! She wasn’t waiting for him with boot aimed for his chin, or a shoulder to his face! She was attacking!
For a short moment he saw her on the ground, making somersault towards him, before he once again flew back in the air, struck with her force. She stood on her hands with both her feet striking his face from below.
People, her fans cheered seeing once again great Megan in action.
Now she walked around the ring, referee stepping of her way.
Again she took a firm grasp on his head, forcing him to stand up. His neck got surrounded by strong thighs. The pressure of her muscles blocked some of his veins blood-flow and so his face turned all red in couple seconds. He kneeled, feeling the unbearable force trying to crush his skull. Hands of poor athlete quickly grabber smooth skinned, but steel-hard muscled legs.
Instead of crushing his skull, what she obviously could do, she just hooked her arms under his and using this level, she lifted him up, making him sit on her shoulders, before she thrown him back at the ground! Sound of an impact was so strong some people might have thought Meg just crushed the ring deck, or his back along.
The man was barely breathing, his eyes rolled up, he seemed to be unconscious.
Tall woman lied on him, Meg took his leg and drawn it closer to his strong chest.
A referee landed just near her, swinging his hand and counting.
“One!” Screamed whole the audience. “Two!” They accompanied judges hand.
Just in the second he was about to beat the ground for third time, a wrestler – Triple K... now with nose bleeding, pulled up his shoulder. He spit out one tooth, along with lots of blood.
Meg had enough of this already. She wished to go back home and rest a bit with a new belt for her collection.
He was turned on his chest, when Meg settled herself upon him, pulling up his hands. One of her legs shoved under his head, while the other one joined closing on his neck a deadly headscissors.
Now he saw how she crosses her boots...
...and the world eclipsed.
Her thighs grown slightly when she strained her muscles. The force she put in this was something natural for her, but for him it was torment. He felt like every single bone in his skull and neck was about to shatter into thousands of pieces. Veins so squeezed they refrained of pumping blood to his head, that first turned red, along with his eyes – now sprinkled with tiny nets of capillaries... afterwards couple next seconds, his blood-spilling lips went blue. He couldn’t even move a jaw as her legs were so strongly clamping on both his neck and cheeks only he could do was to breath through nose, and spew more blood of his puckered lips.
Referee was there, looking at the poor victim, waiting for his words, for his “I give up!” – but he couldn’t say a thing. Vision and sound seemed slowly to fade.
Seeing how he suffers referee ordered to end the match and present to people their new champion – Meg.
Gong dinged couple times, people started to cheer, music was played – the Perfect Warrior by Lost Horizon. And yet!
She did not stopped. Referee kneeled quickly beside Meg, telling her that if she continues like that she will eventually...
A slight snap they heard... and body of Triple K rested numb. Megan finally got up leaving paralyzed opponent on the ground.
She just took the belt, her jacket and sunglasses and walked away listening to the music, and vicious crowd chanting her name, demanding her to give them more blood and carnage next time. They loved her for this.