{Flashback-ish}
14th July
Tampa, Fl.
The scene opens back on the Florida beach where Roxi and Keira had just got married, and while the main party had gone back to the hotel, there were still a few people hanging around taking pictures, selfies or just general chatting, as we see Amy standing close to the water edge bot not close enough that the water touches her. She looked over the blue sea and see in the distance large yachts and small sailing boat, while just a little further down the beach, people messed around on Jet skis. Amy shook her head as she watches one guy fly off the jet ski.
Amy is soon distracted as Joey breaks the silence.
“Do you really love me?”
Amy turns and looks at Joey.
“I… Do.”
Amy smiles, as she looks down at the sand and kicks a small stone away.
“I am really having a hard time believing you.”
Joey says, as he grabs Amy’s hand.
“I do mean it… it’s just I’m scared… scared that you will cheat on me or fall out of love with me. I won’t be able to deal with all that again.”
Amy bites her lip, as Joey runs his hand through Amy’s hair and pulls her close.
“I’m not like your ex’s… I don’t fuck around with people’s hearts. When I tell someone I love them I mean it. And as bad as this sounds, I loved my wife till her dying day and even now she is still in my heart… I never cheated on her… I never cheated on anyone.
So you have nothing to worry about.”
Joey says as he brings Amy’s head up to look into her eyes.
“You sure?”
Amy asks seeking reassurance.
“I’m Sure.”
Joey smiles and lightly kissing Amy on the lips before bringing her close and hugs her tightly as Amy wraps her arms around him.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime. Anyway… drinks?”
“Sure.”
Joeys lets go and grabs Amy’s hand, where they then make the walk towards the hotel. As the scene soon fades out on them entering the hotel.
{End of Flashback}
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Sunday 24th July.
Las Vegas NV.
The scene opens inside the bedroom of Amy Marshall, where we see various pictures of punk rock bands, as well as advertising posters for various bands and replica gold discs featuring The Clash, Sex Pistols, The Ramones, Misfits, Rancid etc… as the camera pans around a little more, we see Amy rummaging through her draws wondering what to take onto the boat.
As Amy turns to place a couple of things into her small case, Joey appears in the door way.
“Why are you packing?”
Amy ask, as she picks up a black bikini and a green bikini and places them into the case.
“I can’t go”
“Why?”
Amy stops.
“I don’t like boats and I don’t like the open sea.”
“What? You surf… how do you not?”
Joey cracks a smile, as Amy shakes her head and throws a pair of panties at him.
“Jerk”
“No seriously… I’m needed back home for a few things, but I can join you in a few days.”
“That sucks. But how are you going to get onto the ship?”
Amy queries as Joey chucks Amy’s panties into the case.
“Helicopter maybe… I don’t know where from. Does the ship have a helipad?”
Joey asks.
“Uh… I’m not sure. I guess it does, just in case of an emergency.”
“Great.”
Joey says wondering if he can hire a helicopter or get someone to fly out to it.
“So when is your flight home?”
Amy asks.
“In about 2 hours… yours?”
“Same. Looks like we can share a cab to the airport.”
Joey suggests.
“Unfortunately not the same flight. Can you fly straight to Santa Rosa or do you have fly to LAX and get a connecting flight?”
“You can… just have to use a lesser known company.”
“I guess I’m flying to LAX alone.”
“Sorry baby.”
Joey apologies and shrugs his shoulder.
“It’s fine. Anyway… you need to sort your bits out. I’m almost done here. The cab is coming soon.”
Amy lets joey, as she places a couple more items of clothing and other things into the case before heading into the bathroom to grab the rest and places them into the case. Zipping the case up, Amy drags the case off the bed and heads down the stairs and place it next to her wrestling kit bag. The scene soon fades as Amy sits down and opens up laptop to check her email etc…
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26th July
Dear Melephant, Melly, MCG, Mellypop… or is it just Melody. So many damned nicknames it’s just ridiculous. Anyway… here is my open letter to you or maybe a response… I don’t know which option but here goes.
Firstly... you have every right to be thankful for me even taking notice in the Internet Championship, but unfortunately I had no other choice because I was never even included or even considered for the main event for the Bombshell championship and as for the Roulette championship… Kate Steele and Natalie McKinley have unfinished business between themselves and they are duking things out for that title.
So you should be glad that I am interested because you would be up against some random with either little experience or a bitch like Veronica Taylor who is an easy win and that would be no fun for you or the fans. You should be thankful you have me as an opponent… you know that I am the only one will no doubt push you to your limits… bring the best out of you.
But the thing is, we have faced each other many times and perhaps the majority of those times you have beaten me… a little bit like Mercedes Vargas… where I just can’t catch a break in terms of beating her and beating you. But there have been rare occasions that I have beaten her… I don’t know how… but I have beaten her when it mattered.
And I believe that Summer XXXtreme is the time when it matters… I know that I have said many times that I have nothing to lose, which is only half true, but I still want to win titles, continue to make a name for myself, continue to build my legacy. But to do so… I have to wrestle the Internet championship away from you.
I know it won’t be easy but I don’t have the pressure on my shoulders to perform and get the results… all the pressure is on you to defend and prove yourself and prove to Mark Ward that you can keep and defend the title and go tell him to go fuck himself.
However, if you want to play the victim and feel sorry for yourself... then that’s your problem not mine… personally I think it’s a stupid problem as it’s simply all in your head. But hey continue to doubt yourself… hopefully it will be enough to screw yourself over and help me.
Any “weakness” is a good thing… no matter how stupid or pointless it may be.
So Sunday night there won’t be any stupid stipulations or anyone in corner to help defend or take the championship away… it’s just you and me one on one and if Mark decides to implement something into that match. I’ll tell you now… I didn’t say anything to Mark to put idea’s into his head, that would be down to Mark and his hatred towards you.
Anyway come Sunday… I will step up as always and push hard… give you a match, give you a scare and give you an ass kicking all over that ring. Whatever the outcome maybe… we both did our best but your best won’t be enough.
I will be walking off that boat when it docks as the new three-time Bombshell Internet champion and you will just have your sickening cutesy relationship and your little brat at your side. I hope you are prepared Melody because this title is coming with me and you will be thankful I did step up and thankful that I took it away from you.
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27th July 2016
Royal Sun Princess Cruise liner.
The scene opens on the Sun Princess Cruise Liner, where we see the open deck of the liner filled with people laying on sun lounders enjoying the sun, while others sat by the swimming pool or playing various games. Meanwhile inside the gym, we see Amy Marshall in a quiet corner of the gym with no weights in sight, as she lays on the mat before positioning her hands and feet before rising up to do the upward bow yoga pose, she stays like that for 10 seconds before lowering herself back down to take in some air.
“Doesn’t that hurt?”
Comes a voice from the door, as we see Jamie Dean wondering through the gym towards Amy.
“Nope.”
Amy rises back up for another 10 seconds.
“How long are you going to be?”
Jamie asks, as he cocks his head. As Amy lowers herself down and takes in a few breaths.
“Another half hour or so… why?”
Amy queries before brings herself back up.
“I thought we could hang out… few drinks by the pool have a gossip.”
Jamie suggested with a shrug, as he watches Amy lower herself back down and pushes her legs out straight, as she sits up and then leans forward grabbing her feet.
“Sure… but as I said I’m going to be another half hour.”
Amy says, as she sits back up and this time leans back and pushes her legs up into the boat pose. As Jamie shakes his head.
“It’s fine… I’ll meet you by the pool. Don’t forget your bikini.”
Jamie informs Amy.
“I won’t. See you in a while.”
Amy closes her eyes and breathes in and out, as Jamie turns he asks one last question.
“What would like to drink?”
“Just get me a beer.”
Jamie nods and then leaves the gym, leaving Amy to focus on her remaining half hour of yoga, as the scene soon fades out as Amy changes position into the bound angle pose, as she closes her eyes and breathes in and out, as she wonders if she should tell Jamie about what she said to Joey.
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29th July.
Time: 08:30am
The scene opens up on the large wooden open deck, where there isn’t much activity aside from those who get up early to catch the rising sun or go for an early morning jog. As the camera pans around we see Amy sitting on a deck chair that looks over the water, as she slowly eats the croissant in her hand, as she looks across at the fruit in the bowl and removes the banana and places it on the table.
In the distance a low hum of helicopter blades cut through the sounds of the ship and waves, however, not thinking any more of it. Amy pulls out her cell phone to check for messages and any missed calls, in which there was none but instead she sends a text to Joey.
Hey…
Are you able to come Sunday night?
I’m missing you.
A x Pressing send, Amy lets out a sigh, as she picks up the banana and begins to peel and eat it, as the sound of the helicopter draws closer and closer, as Amy receives a text message.
Look up. Amy frowns and looks towards where the helicopter noise is coming from. Standing to her feet, Amy adjusts the dress she wears and watches the helicopter approach. Amy then approaches the stairs to the helipad and begins to climb them but stops and watches and waits for the helicopter to touch down.
As the wind begins to blow, the sound of the helicopter begins to draw a crowd, who stand back a little and hold on their hats, as the helicopter finally hovers down and lands on the helipad. The door then swings open to reveal Joey.
Amy quickly approaches and hugs him.
Joey: SURPRISE!!
He shouts, as he turns and grabs a bag before closing the door, as he and Amy then move away back down the steps as the Helicopter moves off and heads back to its original destination, as the crowd soon disperse realising it was nobody important.
Amy: You came.
Amy grabs Joey and hugs and kisses him, as she drags him to where she was sitting having her breakfast. The scene soon fades out, as Amy and Joey begin to talk about what’s happened so far on the boat and what there is to do on the boat and what her cabin is like.
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Melody Melody Melody… I have said all that I needed to say. Sunday night is where actions will speak louder than words. And just like at Climax Control, I will be standing over your battered and bruised body with the Bombshell Internet Championship raised high in my hand. 
