Book 1: Reclaim
Chapter 1: Here we go.
Part 1: The offer (#NP: “Welcome to my house†by: Flo Rida)
Melanie had a call from her younger sister Phoebe about someone by the name Ashton Jensen wanting to meet with her about something. It was interesting to say the least, Melanie of course went to see what Mr.Jensen wanted to talk about. Maybe it was a new lead, maybe it was a new job opportunity. But regardless, something just told Mel to meet this man.
Athena (older): Are you sure we should do this?
Mel nodded.
Melanie: Yeah, we might find out something. This is important; you know Athena, we need to listen and learn.
Athena: It’s interesting, Mother, I’m wondering what it is.
Melanie: Turn here, hopefully something worth our time.
Athena: We don’t have time for this non-sense. We need to hurry and fix the time line.
Mel sighed and nodded. She looked over at her daughter and bit her lip.
Athena: What was that place about?
Mel: What place?
Athena: The mirror.
Mel blinked and sat up.
“A lot of people in the wrestling world have wondered where the Magi-Blood have been for over six months. Well I can tell you this; we have been at war trying to restore our timeline. As the mortals, such as yourselves live your lives carefree, our timeline has been affected by three people:
The first being Alexander Rosangela, the father to the Rosangela twins Rachel and Raphael. After years of him being dead, somehow he was able to break thru death and caused the timeline. I haven’t asked Athena why or how this could happened.
The other two are the Lajoies, Stefan and his wife Tanja. Stefan, being the asshole we know him as basically did what Alexander did and took Tanja with him. I’m still pissed off at them for this because the dead…should always stay dead.
Athena, my oldest daughter…took a risk to come back through time to help us fix all of this. Kinda think like Kyle Reece from the Terminator. I’ll let her tell her story, it’s not my place even as the first born. Right now though, we have to restore our timeline before it kills the Magi-Blood.
Time and time magick… I had made the rule that it is forbidden to use any sort of time magick, if anyone were to, they would end up on trial and most likely put to death. I know, the rule sounds harsh but it is necessary and that’s why Chaos and Cosmos created the time and fate deities. Time should never be altered or messed with under any reason.
And now…
Well, I guess you can say, it’s our time to come back.
Aug.8th, 2017, 9:52 pm est
Clop…
Clop…
Clop…
Creak!
AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The loud scream of Melanie Gabrielle echoed through the night as she fell through a rooftop in London, England. It was supposed to be a simple mission that would give out info on the location of Alexander Rosangela. Originally Lucy and Maxim would have done this but they were hunting the Anti-Magi-Blood army that Alexander was building.
In the dark building, Mel fell about three stories and shockingly wasn’t knocked out. The hood of her cloak came down as her hair fell out as well. The tied up hair was brushed to the side and slowly Mel got up. She let out a loud cough and shake her head to gain a grasp of what happened.
Melanie: Son of a bitch.
She hissed and looked up, the night sky was had stars shining brightly. Mel slowly looked around and the home was abandon. Cobwebs stood out in the darkness like cigarette smoke. Mel walked a few steps and turned on her flashlight app; the light illuminated the place.
Mel: Whoa…where am I?
Mel suddenly felt a flash of cold cross through her body as she started to look around. Mel was going to take her time and see what this place was persay. She could feel that something was around the area, it was freezing cold and it shouldn’t be. It was about 80*F out and it felt like 32*F inside and, no air conditioning was going on.
Melanie: What in the name of Odin is going on here?
Mel pulled her cloak closer to her body to conserve heat. Her footsteps echoed as she slowly trekked through the home.
Melanie: What? What’s calling to me?
Mel felt something calling out to her; amongst the cold and darkness, Mel knew it was magick and she knew any Magi-Blood would be able to tell what it was off the bat.
Mel: Water?
Creak…
Creak…
Crack…
SNAP!
Mel felt the floor fall below her and quickly she grabbed onto floorboards. Mel looked down and saw a dark abyss and then she looked up to see her phone a few feet away. Mel started to pull herself up slowly, she knew she’d have to check her hands for splinters. When Mel got herself back up, she put her hand out and the phone slipped back into her palm.
Mel: It’s too unstable in here.
Mel shined her phone into the hole and she could see it reflecting it back.
Mel: Water.
Mel turned off the flashlight and went to her home screen.
Mel: PAT online.
PAT: Good Evening Mrs.Devereux, how may I help you?
Mel: Call my husband.
Mel could hear the dial tone and the click.
Sam: Mel?
Mel: I’m in London, Sam, I feel through the roof and something is pulling me towards something. I mean I almost fell through another hole and I see water in what I’m guessing is the basement.
Sam: Okay, just leave a marker and teleport home…I don’t think it’s safe there, especially if you’re feeling pull like that.
Mel: Okay.
Click!
Melanie: Yeah, I have no idea to be honest with you.
Athena: I think it has to do with the time stream.
Melanie: That’s what your Aunt was saying.
August 15,2017
“Well ain’t that a bitch.â€
Whenever anyone hears that from a Magi-Blood’s mouth, you know something big just happened. This time around it was in the same house in London that Mel had found by accident. Rachel, Michelle and Melanie were there now and, they were in front of a mirror in the basement.
Michelle: You did the right thing, Mel. Someone was using this as a conductor.
For those who don’t understand what Michelle meant, water as an element in magick, can be used a conductor. It can be used for water magick, anything to do with scurrying and visions, also for spirits to use as an energy source.
Rachel: Why didn’t I know about this sooner?!
Melanie: Rei, calm down, I’m not even sure. Maybe this is all new?
Michelle: It can’t be, I have to say that this has been here for a few years now.
Both Mel and Rachel looked at the eldest of the siblings.
Rachel: How? Wouldn’t you have been able to sense it?
Michelle: Neptune would have been better for that. I mean she has the mirror.
Melanie: I thought you had Neptune’s mirror.
Michelle: I have basically a copy of it, just with lesser power.
Rachel: But anyways what the hell is this?
Rachel pointed to the mirror.
Michelle: That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I really just get an uneasy feeling, I’m not sure if this place is haunted by bad spirits or if someone corrupted the place or…whatever else. I’m sorry ladies, I’m really trying my best.
Mel: We know Chelle; thank you.
Rachel: I think maybe we should try a spell or at least light a water spell.
Mel: What do you think Chelle?
Michelle: We should try a candle at first; see how it’ll react.
Michelle took out a blue candle and a lighter from her pocket. Michelle focused on the candle, trying to put her energy into it.
Michelle: Water, element of the vision, I ask of thee to asset in my quest. Reveal the past to me!
She lit the candle and a loud rushing of water could be heard, echoing through the basement. Mel and Rachel look around and the room starts to light up and the mirror…the mirror starts to show something in it. The three ladies walk toward it and they could see a little girl in front of it.
Rachel: Who is this?
They saw a small girl, big grey eyes and brown colour hair.
Mel: This…this feels so off.
Mel started to feel a bunch of anxiety, the girl was starting to be very unsettling to her. Her breathing picked up hard and she wanted to run. It just felt like she was staring at herself.
Rachel: Melanie?
Mel didn’t answer her and the little girl’s eyes turn red. Mel stumbled back and fell into the water. Mel’s body didn’t move; she was in shock from all of this.
“Why does she look so familiar to me?â€
Michelle and Rachel pulled Mel up and the blue candle put itself out. The little girl in the mirror vanished and the room returned to being dark.
Athena: Please just be careful, I feel like whatever this is, it might be an omen, I mean the demi-bloods are being targeted.
Melanie: Yeah, I know…
Athena parked the car and suddenly rain started to come down hard.
Part 2: Prelude to a storm (#NP: “Judas†by: Fozzy)
A computer screen was bright amongst the dark room. Melanie was typing quickly on a keyboard as her eyes glanced down to a book. She smiled as she stopped and hit the save button. Her chair flew back and she walked around the desk.
Melanie: Hm…I get a contendership shot for the first title I captured here at SCW. The Bombshell Roulette Championship…do you know what that means? I can let my hair down and actually show you all why my training has paid off. I know with a spin of a wheel, someone’s fate will be made. I would keep your eyes on me at all times. If you don’t, you’ll feel the wrath of the Norns.
Life still hasn't been particularly easy. I've been able to get through most of it, as usual. I can survive them all and overcome them. I am proof of that but that makes me wander why Amy Jayne cannot quite seem to overcome her own negativity and the issues standing in his way? Sure, she may be struggling to get through the day and will soon pay for it. She is gradually on the decline and has nobody to blame but himself. He'll learn that he must always remain at his best. That is what I've done, at least. I've fought my way through any issues.
Amy - your confidence is unmistakable and I applaud you for it. Through it all, you don't allow that confidence to become penetrated and while, on occasion, it's smart to accept your weaknesses, it is still admirable. The issue is, Amy, that you don't see the reality of the situation. You are borderline desperate and you can attempt to talk that down and claim that you're not - but you are. I am a perceptive man I can see that within you. You are hiding that desperation and claiming that you are on track. You are not. You are on the decline and one victory in amongst a bunch of losses does not automatically qualify you to succeed when the pressure mounts. Therefore, that victory was not the pinnacle of your career. A victory over me will catapult you to new heights.
I'll never say that you don't deserve to be a champion because it's clear that you are supposed to be a champion in this industry but the Championship shall forever elude you as long as I am alive and breathing. After all, if you cannot defeat me when you are at your greatest - when you are mentally tough, strong and physically prepared - then you will certainly not defeat me when you are struggling. Do you understand the logic of that statement, Amy? It is an incredibly straight-forward concept. If nobody can defeat me, least of all you when you are on point, when you are weakened, why would you suddenly be able to do the impossible?
That's not a riddle. It's a simple and clear point. Hope is not going to be your savior here, Amy. I do believe in you and trust you to issue me with the sort of challenge that I continually crave. However, success will elude you and I will remain the thorn in your side. It's a shame you do not see it yet. You will but it will be far too late for you to be able to make that almighty comeback that you will be desperate for. You will crave it but it will elude you - much like the Bombshell Roulette Championship has. That's something you're just going to have to accept and the sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to work your way back up.
So don't get your hopes up. After all, when you do, you'll only suffer disappointment and misery. The moment in which you don't succeed and are handed another loss at my hands, you will only start to hurt yourself. You will no longer be able to cope with the pain and suffering that comes with the bitter failure and you will once again sabotage yourself. Consider this to be a warning, Amy. You can save yourself now but your stubborn nature will tear you down - that is, after I have.
I'm not entirely certain how to start this particular scene. What can I possibly say on the matter? Of course, I am angry and while Veronica believes that it will hinder me, I disagree. That is not the case. If anything, I am far more fired up than ever before - if that is possible. That self-confidence that Veronica has for herself is going to destroy him slowly but surely but at this point.
... however, I am focused on everyone and that includes Veronica. I can't afford another loss so I will refuse to accept one this week, particularly to a woman of Veronica's weakness. She is not a competent athlete compared to the abundance of impressive stars I have faced and defeated prior to now. She is the kind of woman who claims to be successful and one of the most aggressive women around but when all is said and done, she fails tremendously and she is going to yet again. I can state that with confidence because regardless of the blemish on my record now, I am not letting it effect me the way many believe it will. I am not going to hesitate to step up and hurt whoever stands in my way in the name of redemption.
Destroying Veronica this week is just the start of my climb back to the top. I will tear through her with a great deal of anger and aggression boiling within me and I will hurt her. I will destroy her. I will tear her apart. To you, that may appear to be nothing more than an empty threat. It is not. Veronica - I believe you to be an intelligent man albeit a delusional one so it is hard to perceive whether you will take me seriously or not. However, given your inability to take opponents seriously in the past, regardless of their ongoing success, you will not understand what is ahead of you. I always understand what is ahead of me, that is why I've continued to stand tall since day one.
Veronica - this may not necessarily be a personal battle for you but it certainly is for me. This is about payback, redemption and vengeance. You are standing in my way of climbing back to the top and showing that I haven't lost anything - other than the championships. That doesn't mean for one moment that I am any less of an athlete for that. My aggression, my anger, my frustration will all come out at once and it will be at your expense, Veronica...
I have no issues with you, Kate. However, I sense some tension, considering your rather abrupt attitude heading into our battle this week. You are certainly straight to the point and your arguments do indeed make sense. Having said that, they do not provide me with enough of a reason to really worry. I appreciate the attempt, of course, but I have faced men very similar to you in the past - the sort who believe they are owed the world when in reality, they have plenty more to work towards. You are yet to really make your mark here, Kate. You're right - this could be your chance. This will, however, be the toughest match of your career...
I can say that with confidence, Kate. I happen to be a fan of yours, therefore, I'm well aware of your history in this business. I have seen the matches you have competed in and I am impressed. You have one of those rare combinations of speed, strength and submission maneuvers - similar to myself, I suppose. In addition to that, you and I both have that hardcore edge and somewhat of an insatiable bloodlust. In a strange way, we have more in common than most would perhaps expect but this is not about making friends - it is about winning a match and one of the most important matches.
Kate, I respect your abilities and I even feel as though you are being underestimated by others. I have seen just how phenomenal you are in the ring. I have nothing more than that admiration for you but at the same time, I have plenty of determination and confidence within myself. That means that while I appreciate the inevitable fight that you will bring me, I am not scared. I am not worried about what awaits me as I'm well aware of what that is. It can be claimed that I have potentially overlooked many of my opponents in the past, that will not be the case this week.
I see greatness within you but Kate - I am no pushover. Instead, I can be your worst nightmare. I can be a woman who rips you to shreds, hurts you and forces you to suffer. You may not take these threats seriously - while you're a smart woman, you just don't appear to be the type to really listen to these sorts of things. You want to just believe your own hype.
In a hardcore environment like this, you're right - this is precisely where I feel most comfortable but that's not to say that I don't doubt your talent. Just because I am more well known for being a hardcore athlete, I am not making the mistake of underestimating you - I wouldn't possible. So Kate, I can assure you that I am taking this very seriously. You are an incredibly impressive athlete but it seems as though that confidence doesn't always translate into success. You are a prime example of that, Kate. You have done well - it's just not been anywhere near enough.
Ladies, time to step up, because I want this contendership and the belt. Good luck…
Fade to black.