When it was announced that Megan Fox had essentially been fired from ‘Transformers 3′, jealous fat girls and keyboard nerds all had a good laugh. The spaz from superficial even predicted the end of her career. It was a real low point for Megan. He may be awkwardly unfunny, but if there’s one thing that dork is good at, it’s predictions.
But then Megan said she had no intention of doing the movie anyway. And then Jezebel ran this article. And thewrap ran this article. And now Ted Casablanca on E! is running this article.
…says a close Fox friend and ally. “This was never about money. It’s always been how she was treated as a human being, it just wasn’t good.”
“Bay would constantly scream at her. He would scream at everyone, but especially Megan. Imagine a really, really bitchy grandmother on the set, and that’s what Michael Bay is like.”
(Michael Bay) certainly has the reputation around town of being very hard to work for, especially if you’re a woman.
Our Transformers insider says Megan told him: “All [Bay] wants to do is shoot my ass and my tits, I hate him!’”
In Bay’s defense, these movies are retarded. I’d film Megan Foxs tits and ass for 90 minutes too. The sequel would have been called, ‘Transformers 2: Erotic Awakening”.
It opens with Diora Baird at the sink rinsing some dishes. Megan Fox walks up behind her and gives her a hug, rests her head on Dioras shoulder. Megan thanks her for her help, then casually mentions how pretty Diora looked at the party tonight. Diora smiles and laughs, her skin beginning to tingle but surprised by this new intimacy. Then Megan says it again, “you looked really sexy”, and then, slowly, deliberately, Megan eases her hands up from Dioras tight stomach and soft hips, and begins to rub her breasts. Megans hot breath and wet tongue mark their way down the cool skin on Dioras neck, a rush of pleasure, of course she noticed Megan before, the quick glances, the penetrating stares, and of course she was curious about an encounter with another woman, but this was all so sudden. Was it the champagne or the look in Megans eyes, it was hard to tell by now, but one thing was certain: this night was going to be like no other, and come morning, nothing would ever be the same.
I haven’t really worked out all the beats yet but after that they go fuck. Oh and there’s no robots. And it’s set in the 70’s. The End.
(picture source of Megans Armani ads all across Rome = splash )