PROMO: Saving Megan Skye

[King Cucaracha 0]

*beep-beep-beep-beep*

 

 

 

 

*buzzzzz…*

 

*buzzzzz…*

 

*…buzzzzz!*

 

Darkness. Opening her eyes, all Megan Skye can notice about her current location is the darkness. She blinks, trying to discern something other than bleak shadows and an enclosed space, but is pretty much unsuccessful. All she can see… is darkness.

 

Skye’s phone, which has awakened her from unconsciousness begins to play a melody her groggy brain can’t decipher right now… she should know it, considering she picked the damn thing, but that thought is interrupted by the realization that she can’t move her arms very well. Megan rolls onto her shoulder and feels her blonde locks matted down on her forehead by something sticky. Blood! Panicking for a second, Skye struggles against her bonds and gets nowhere fast. Trying to slow down her short shallow breathing into long drawn out breaths, Megan knows she can’t get out of this unless she stays calm.

 

*beep-beep-beep-beep*

 

After that noise, the phone on her hip stops vibrating/ringing and the dread comes back ten fold. That was the sound for the battery running out! She doesn’t like small spaces, no one does, but with her hands bound together behind her back by who she can only assume was Gabriel Drake, things start to compound. What did he do to her? How long has she been out and just where the hell is she? Is she—no! Mind racing Skye stops herself from going down that route… she needs to get her arms free first. Shuffling as she pushes her wrists down her back, Megan grimaces while pushing her hands underneath her BUTT. She continues, sliding them down her legs slowly, but has to stop suddenly due to a sharp pain in her side.

 

*beep-beep-beep-beep*

 

Shit. Who knows how long it’s been doing that.

 

*buzzzzz…*

 

Thankfully, her cell begins vibrating again against her hip. If she doesn’t answer it now who knows if it’ll have power later. All she needs to do is untie her hands and answer the phone.

 

*buzzzzz…*

 

Urgency pressing, Megan shimmies her hands underneath her knees despite the pain in her abdomen. Obviously, Drake didn’t account for her flexiblity when he secured the knot.

 

*buzzzzz…*

 

Squatting as much as she can, Megan shoves her wrists around her boots and finally has her hands in front of her. Hearing the song once again, Skye’s lucid state allows her to remember the new song by Beyonce and Shakira ‘Beautiful Liar’. Biting at the knot securing the ropes, Megan loosens it just enough to wriggle her hands free! Realizing the end of her ringtone will be coming soon, she reaches around her side and spots the keypad.

 

Just as it’s about to stop, Megs presses the send button…

 

“Landon… I need a favor.”

 

***

 

“Landon… I need a favor.”

 

Maddix re-adjusts the phone on his ear surprised that he actually got a response this time. “Megs, is that you? I’ve been looking all over for you.” Landon adds. “I asked around and nobody’s seen you since… I thought you must’ve turned off your cell because I called you like ten times—why didn’t you answer?”

 

“Landon, I-I don’t know where I am… it’s really dark and-ouch!” Skye shouts suddenly, her shin having banged into something heavy and metal. “Damnit that hurt… and the last thing I remember was Drake-”

 

“-Drake?” Landon’s voice lowers at the mention of Gabriel Drake. “What does Drake—he jumped you backstage?”

 

“Yeah, he cornered me in the back and then I sorta blacked-out. I couldn’t answer because, well, I just woke up. I heard the phone ringing and then once I got my arms free, I was able to answer it.”

 

“Got your arms free!? From what!?”

 

“Take a wild guess - Ow!”

 

“So you don’t have any idea where you are? No clues? Jesus, this was like a few hours ago… you could be anywhere, Megs.”

 

“At least I’m not moving, so wherever I am is where I’m staying.” Megan rolls to her other side trying to find some clue about where she is. “He said he wanted to send you a message, so if you can’t find me then there’s no point.” Her eyes come across the metal thing she banged her shin on a little while ago. “I can’t really move around much, but there’s like... a tire iron digging into my shin. I think I’m in the trunk of a car or something, if that helps?”

 

“Ok, stay calm. I’m on my way to the parking lot. I want you to bang on the door as loud as you can and maybe I’ll hear you-”

 

“-My phon's about to cut out, Landon, but he wouldn’t make it impossible to find me. Look for something, anything that could give it away, like a—Landon, you need to look for a car with the ke-”

 

The phoneline promptly goes dead. Stuck alone in the arena corridors, Landon does a quick 360, trying to figure out which way is the parking lot, before sprinting off at full speed in that direction. One unlucky passer-by gets shoulder tackled out of the way, Landon in no mood to hang around.

 

***

 

“MEGAN! MEGAN!”

 

Scurrying through the parking lot, Landon is frantic, pounding away at the boot of random cars and waiting for any response in a desperate attempt to figure out where Megan is. The thought that she's not actually in this parking lot crosses his mind only briefly. The thought that she might not be able to respond is a much more pressing one.

 

“MEGAN! ME-!”

 

Suddenly, the faint sound of metal rattling brings Landon to an abrupt stop. Looking down, Landon quickly shuffles his feet from off of a small, round chunk of metal. The top of a key. The bottom half has been snapped... infact, more wrenched off than snapped off.

 

At that moment, silent in thought, Landon suddenly hears the faint thumping coming from his right and scampers over.

 

“He’s just enough of an asshole to actually do that.” Landon mumbles, spotting the blue sedan with a key twisted off in the lock. Running over to the car, Maddix bangs on the trunk. “Megs, can you hear me…” A low bang and muffled shouts can be heard in response. “I’m going to get you out of there, but the keys broken off in the lock. Hold on; let me check the trunk pop.”

 

Despite the fact he doesn't know a whole lot about cars, Landon rushes around to the driver's seat. Curiously, the window is wound right down, prompting Landon to take a step back expecting an attack to come from within. But it doesn't come.

 

*meep meep meep meep*

 

“Fuck!” mumbles Maddix, almost jumping out of his skin. “IT'S OKAY MEGS, GIVE ME A SECOND...”

 

Success!

 

The trunk of the car pops open and the mumbles and thudding become much less muffled. Landon scrambles around to the back of the car, keeping half an eye out for anyone as he goes, to find Megan balled up in the trunk. Tied up, shaken and lacerated across the top of the head, Megan is in a real state. Maddix quickly helps his trusty manageress into a seated position and undoes the last rope ties, embracing her and telling her that everything's okay now. Not all too convincingly, it has to be said. Megan prises herself out of Landon's arms to finally get a good check on the cut on her head, as Landon grabs the tire iron as a precaution, before eyeing Megan over.

 

“It looks like he worked you over pretty good. I need to take you to the hospital.” Landon says hurriedly, before pausing awkwardly. “He didn’t… do anything to you did he?”

 

“No-no, this was strictly about... me not being involved in From the Fire.”

 

“Jesus Christ. I'm sorry Megs, I'm sorry, I knew he was setting me up, but I thought I could handle it. I never thought…”

 

He’d come after you. The words are left unspoken, but both know it’s what Landon’s thinking.

 

“C'mon, let's get you to the hospital. We'll deal with everything else later...”

[Toxxic 0]

I like how the Drake/Landon angle is getting a whole lot more involved than the Drake/Stephens angle. Kudos to you both. And some excellent promos going on.

[Mr. S£im Citrus 0]

Well of course it is: you never allowed Amy to look weak, so she couldn't very well be used to enhance the story, now could she?

[Toxxic 0]

Mak suggested it actually, but on the basis that Landon had threatened to break her neck in order to corner me into agreeing to a match a few months prior, we felt it'd make the two angles too similar. And besides which, the two are very different. Amy is a trained wrestler who's just as tough as her brother in her own way, but is not reknowned for her brainpower. The purpose of this angle (as I understand it) is that Drake's trying to intimidate/scare/whatever Megan so much that she can't be detached enough to come up with a decent plan for Landon, leaving Maddix to think for himself instead of relying on his manager.

[Above Average 0]

Mak suggested it actually, but on the basis that Landon had threatened to break her neck in order to corner me into agreeing to a match a few months prior, we felt it'd make the two angles too similar. And besides which, the two are very different. Amy is a trained wrestler who's just as tough as her brother in her own way, but is not reknowned for her brainpower. The purpose of this angle (as I understand it) is that Drake's trying to intimidate/scare/whatever Megan so much that she can't be detached enough to come up with a decent plan for Landon, leaving Maddix to think for himself instead of relying on his manager.

 

...well, when they talk about it on Skull Radio, they won't have to work that hard now. There's a little bit more to it (at least I hope it comes across that way), which should come out on Storm, but they can pretty much quote this verbatum.

[Toxxic 0]

What can I say? I summarise well.

 

Yes, with an 's', you foreign bastards.

[The Amazing Rando 0]

Hey, at least we discussed it and debated over it. I'm very interested to see where it goes.

[Secret Agent 0]

Yeah, we don't just discuss everyones angles now!

 

As far as the promo goes I think it would have been awesome for these events to transpire over the course of Storm. Several promos throughout the show, but it's still good.

[Angel_Grace_Blue 0]

I was going to say "Like there are any other angles going on" when I remembered the IL/Zyon one, and that other one with those other two guys, so yeah, not like there are any other angles going on these days (lolz).