The Rats From The Past = Part Two
 
The scene cuts back to Melissa and “Chronic” Chris Page, who is sitting at a local fast-food restaurant while discussing how to catch their impersonators as they enjoy eating their lunch.
 
MELISSA: Goth is going to kill me if he knew that I was eating such unhealthy food.
 
Chris Page raises an eyebrow while trying to remove some meat between his teeth with a toothpick.
 
CHRIS PAGE: You do know that a cow burger from Moo moos is the food from the Gods right???
 
This causes Melissa to burst out in laughter as the two have a personal conversation for a few moments before turning their attention to their Milkshakes. In the meantime we notice the door open from the Moo Moo’s as it causing a cow moo to be heard through the speakers as a twenty-year-old kid walks in, he walks straight towards the employee who takes orders and starts to look around before taking his order
 
MOO MOO EMPLOYEE: May I take your order sir??
 
The kid looks at the options on the screens above them before returning to the employee and nodding his head.
 
CUSTOMER: I would like a cow burger, some fries, and a cow shake, please.
 
The employee starts to type in the order on his computer as he starts to talk to himself.
 
MOO MOO EMPLOYEE: God, I hate this song.
 
The employee is referring to a song from Cold Play that is playing on the jukebox at the other end of the restaurant. He charges the customer, who hands him the money as we see Chris Page walk off to the jukebox and looks at the records that he can choose from.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Oh, this is a good one.
 
Chris Page enters some money into the slot and pushes in on a combination as the Cold Play record is being replaced by a different record. Chris turns his attention towards Melissa and yells through the entire establishment.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Hey Melissa!! I bet you for $20,000 that you do not know the name of this song.
 
We see Melissa lift her head as she eats her burger while listening to the built up of music, as we start to recognize the song “Goodbye Horses’ by Q Lazarus, mostly known from the part in the Silence Of The Lambs movie as Chris Page starts to dance in front of the jukebox. He pulls off his best Buffalo Bill moves as the entire attention of the establishment is locked firmly on the man with moves like Jagger.
 
MELISSA: Damnit Chirs!!! Next time if you want to wager something with me, make at least sure that it’s from this century okay!!!
 
She says with a disgruntled look on her face as she places a $20 note on the table while watching Chris continuing his dance. The camera zooms in on him as he starts to pull something out of his jacket, what turns out to be some lip gloss and he starts to put some of it on his lips. Chris pivots his attention toward the employee behind the counter as he starts sashaying toward the counter just as the chorus of the track kicks in.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Goodbye horses……
 
He turns around and is now facing Melissa, still rubbing his lips with the lip gloss which causes her to laugh at him while continuing to eat her burger.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Would you F*** me??
 
Chris spins around to the patrons at the next table while we see Melissa raise an eyebrow after hearing the words coming out of the mouth of Chris Page, looking worried about the situation.
 
MELISSA: Gerrit told me about this scene, I need to stop this before it gets out of hand.
 
CHRIS PAGE: I’d f*** me so… WHAT THE???
 
Melissa pushes Chris Page back into his seat while still being midsentence of the classic Silence of the Lambs scene just as Chris is about to expose his solid eight-pack of abs that would make James Raven blush.
 
CHRIS PAGE: What did you do that for???
 
Melissa rolls her eyes as she shakes her head.
 
MELISSA: Why can’t you just pick any normal movie like 50 first dates or something???
 
This causes Chris to look at her with a dumbfounded look on his face before grabbing the now slowly getting colder burger as he takes a bite from it and starts to chew
 
CHRIS PAGE: You do know that this was a classic right??? And THEY enjoyed it.

Chris turns and points to the patrons of the establishment and the crew while the track continues to play in the background. None of which give off any impression they’re enjoying anything.
 
MELISSA: Did your wife never tell you to not talk with your mouth full???
 
Chris’s face starts to turn a red tint while he remains silent before taking a final bite from his burger. The two continue to eat for a bit before Melissa grabs a napkin to clean her mouth and takes a sip from her cow shake.
 
MELISSA: So what do we know about these imposters???
 
Chris wipes his mouth, grabs a notebook, and starts to read out loud what they had found out so far from the ones that pretend to be them.

CHRIS PAGE: Okay, so far what we do know is that they are wearing wrestling clothing that looks like ours, but does not look like us. Secondly, they are chasing each other around everywhere possible. Oh and they create havoc everywhere they go, at least that’s something that neither of us would do.
 
Both Chris and Melissa turn their attention toward the camera and give it a quick smile before turning their attention back toward each other.
 
MELISSA: It’s not much I have to agree, but somewhere there has to be a lead that should be telling us something.
 
Melissa grabs her cell phone and starts to watch the clip that Pussy Willow had shown her earlier in the day. The vid shows a few glimpses of the two impersonators, but it isn’t as clear enough to figure out who they truly are.
 
MELISSA: It’s a shame that we couldn’t get a clear view of them from the front.
 
Melissa starts to watch the clip over again as we suddenly hear a news anchor talk over the radio about a news item.
 
NEWS REPORTER: Latest news, to promote the upcoming Climax Control in our beautiful city of Kelowna is the opportunity to meet one of your favorite wrestling stars. And to the icing on the cake is the opportunity to meet the team of Chronic Chris Page and Melissa from The Saviors and CCPE fame.

CHRIS PAGE: Wait what?

Chris turns his head toward Melissa.

CHRIS PAGE: I didn’t agree to a meet and greet, did you?

Melissa simply shakes her head no and seemingly simultaneously light bulbs go off over their heads. Chris glances up at the one over his head while pointing up at it.

CHRIS PAGE: Those bastards!

Both Page and Melissa look at each other before dropping the remainder of whatever it was that they were eating or drinking and running out of the fast food restaurant. Fading outside the storefront-style doors Melissa suddenly puts on the brakes while Chris continues to jog until…

MELISSA: WAIT!

Chris stops and spins around facing Melissa.

MELISSA: We don’t know where they are at.

They return to the lobby and Chris immediately goes right back into his homage to Buffalo Bill while Melissa listens to the radio report.
 
NEWS REPORTER: All you have to do is to go to our local mall in downtown Kelowna, but we urge you to be quick because there’s only a limited amount of tickets left.
 
The camera turns towards the door, and we notice that both Melissa and Chris Page have fled the fast food restaurant and are looking for transportation to head to the downtown mall.
 
30 minutes later
 
Finally, Melissa and Chris Page manage to arrive at the mall after earning a ride with a nun in a too-small car. There the twosome walk towards the mall, noticing a rather large line standing there while waiting patiently to enter the mall.
 
MELISSA: Hmm, fuck. We won’t be able to enter that mall in time.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Wait, they are in line to see SCW superstars right??
 
Melissa nods
 
CHRIS PAGE: And weren’t Melissa and Chris Page not an even bigger attraction??
 
Once again Melissa nods her head, not sure where he is going with this.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Well, if they are expecting the stars to arrive, then we should have them watch the actual stars arrive!!! I am sure there is a special entrance for the biggest stars of the night.
 
The remark causes a smile to emerge upon the face from Melissa, really liking the suggestion of Page as she turns her attention towards him.
 
Melissa: Well, why don’t we put on some sunglasses and start to have mega-star behavior?
 
The two of them high-five each other, put on their sunglasses, and walk toward the mall in a rather cocky nature. They walk towards a private door that has two big gorilla-like men standing at either side off. Above the door reads Sin City Wrestling Employees
 
CHRIS PAGE: We should be heading that way Melissa.
 
The two are heading in that direction and one of the two men stops them just moments before they want to enter through the door.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Oh don’t worry, she belongs with me.
 
Melissa rolls her eyes as the security guard looks at them, then turns his colleague before turning his attention back towards them.
 
GUARD: And you are???
 
CHRIS PAGE: Chronic Chris Page and this is my Blast From The Past Hetro Life Mate,  Melissa, you may know her also from the Saviors and CCPE.
 
The guard looks at a list and then looks over at them
 
GUARD: Nice try, they already are inside. So try again, who are you???
 
Melissa steps in front of the security guard, grabs her ID, and shows it to him.
 
MELISSA: Explain to me that if this proves who I am, then who the f*** did you enter this mall??
 
The guard swallows hard before looking over his shoulder towards his colleague, who sees the ID from Chris Page. They nod to them to get inside as the two enter the mall to continue their investigation.
 
CHRIS PAGE: Now where is this stage monstrosity being erected?

Their attention roves over a mall directory. Melissa points out the food court.
MELISSA: It’s got to be at the food court.

CHRIS PAGE: Let’s go.

The duo starts to make their way in the general direction of the food court where they pass an overweight guy in his mid-twenties staring at framed picture filled with nothing but dots. Chris and Melissa both stop with Chris asking.

CHRIS PAGE: What the hell is he doing?

GUY: I’m trying to find the hidden picture. I’ve been coming here for days and I can’t see a goddamn thing!

Chris and Melissa gaze into the picture.

CHRIS PAGE: Oh yeah, a sailboat.

GUY: DAMNIT!

MELISSA: The force is strong with this one.

Melissa pats him on the shoulder as they continue onward to find the food court. Several minutes pass as we find Melissa and Chris finding their way to the food court but not without stopping so Chris can grab some chocolate-covered pretzels.

CHRIS PAGE: You’re meaning to tell me you’ve never heard of a stink palm? Oh, this is classic, you take your hand and cram it down your crack, and if you’ve got a case of swamp ass it makes it even better. Then you walk up to someone and shake their hand. I do it to unruly fans ALL the time. It’s hysterical.

MELISSA: But doesn’t your hand smell like…

CHRIS PAGE: Always roll with hand sanitizer.

Chris winks at Melissa as he throws back a Chocolate Covered Pretzel before quickly stopping and gasping upon arriving at the entry of the food court. Melissa and Chris’s eyes are drawn to the massive stage that is still being assembled with a long fucking line to match.

MELISSA: There it is.

CHRIS PAGE: All we have to do is find where they are keeping these clowns.

Melissa and Chris look on to see an older white guy with a bald head, cheap dress slacks, a Thrift Store Special dress shirt and don’t even get me on the shoes. The word walking disaster does a disservice to the word disaster.

CHRIS PAGE: That chode has to be involved somehow.

Melissa nods and starts to walk over before being called back by Chris. They disappear around the corner where Chris hands Melissa the bag of Chocolate Covered Pretzels.

MELISSA: What are you doing?

Chris crams his right hand down the back of his pants and into the sweaty crack of his ass for several seconds while Melissa looks on in disgust.

CHRIS PAGE: You never know when a good stink palm is needed.

Chris pulls his hand out of the back of his pants. He takes the back of Chocolate Covered Pretzels whilst giving Melissa a wink. They come back around the corner and find the target.

CHRIS PAGE: Man, Christian really let himself go.

Melissa and Chris both turn toward the camera, each cocking their head ever so slightly before returning their attention to the food court.

CHRIS PAGE: Let’s go.

They make their way over, unrecognized by anyone until they reach the stage manager.

CHRIS PAGE: Excuse me, could you tell us where we can find Chris Page and Miss Melissa?

The stage manager turns around and looks both Melissa and Page over before spouting out.

STAGE MANAGER: Get out.

The stage manager’s eyes stop on the lovely bag of chocolate-covered pretzels.

CHRIS PAGE: Ahhhh snap, I knew you looked like you’re a chocolate-covered pretzeled guy.

Chris reaches in with his right hand grabbing two pretzels.

CHRIS PAGE: Would you like one?

STAGE MANAGER: Well, I am a little hungry.

Chris flips over the manager’s hand exposing his palm and then slaps his right hand down on top of it before rubbing the chocolate-covered pretzels and the swamp-ass hand all over the stage manager causing the chocolate to bleed off the pretzels over the stage manager’s fingers. The stage manager pops the pretzels in his mouth before licking the chocolate off his fingertips. Chris Page fits back breaking out into a fit of laughter while Melissa turns her head toward him and Chris gives her a shrug.

MELISSA: It’s imperative that we speak with Chris Page and Melissa.

While still licking the crevasses of his fingertips.

STAGE MANAGER: Why? You act like their lives are in danger.

Chris casually states.

CHRIS PAGE: That’s classified.

STAGE MANAGER: Well, unless you two are the law and have some kind of warrant I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Chris and Melissa are on site and they are going to take the stage to meet thousands of their adoring fans. Now, if you’ll excuse me.

The stage manager snaps his fingers in the air waving them causing Mall Security that is headed up by Paul Blart on a seg-way to flood in and surround them. The stage manager calls out.

STAGE MANAGER: Get these two the hell out here. If they give you any problems, you have my permission to shoot them.

The security team snatches up Chris and Melissa…

… to be continued.

******

We come back with Melissa and Chris Page standing at a comic book store, looking at all different kinds of comic books as melissa grabs one.
 
Melissa: YES!!! The first episode of Bluntman and Chronic, oh you look so cute Chris.
 
Page chuckles as the two continue to search.
 
Melissa: Talking about firsts, this weekend is the first time that I and Page are going to be teaming up in this tournament. The first time that I will be facing Dawn Warren in a match and the first time that my Bombshell Internet title is on the line. Now, quite honestly Dawn?? I had hoped that I would have defended it against the former champion, but instead, I get you
 
She looks up at Chris Page, who is holding up a comic book of The Punisher as Melissa rolls her eyes.
 
Page chuckles as the two continue to search.
 
Melissa: What Chris is trying to say is that I should punish you, I doubt that is going to be any difficulty. Considering that you took the fall a few weeks ago when my girl Kim Pain pinned you and became the number one contender for the Bombshell Roulette title. Now obviously I am well aware that I shouldn’t overlook you in any way or form Dawn, I’ve done that before and that cost me the Bombshell Roulette title.
 
She grabs a comic book out of the list of many other comic books and holds it up in front of the camera, showing it to be one of Captain America.
 
Melissa: See this Dawn?? He has a shield, every superhero has something that makes them special. Me?? I’m just plain Melissa, current Bombshell Internet champion. And you know what Dawn?? I am intending to win this tournament alongside Chris Page, but I’ll be damned if I will walk out of this tournament with someone like YOU taking my championship away from me on my first defense. Do you know how hard I have fought to acquire this baby?? Of course, you don’t, so allow me to indulge you with what I had to go through. Something that seems like a million years of constant harassment of a ten-year bombshell veteran crybaby in Jessie Salco, a Greek Freak of annoyance in Ariana Angelos…, and several brutal matches to finally have Jessie Salco shut the fuck up!! And I then had to look up a booking that said that Ariana was the number one contender for MY belt when Kayla held it.
 
She shakes her head as she starts to chuckle
 
Melissa: Well we all know how that ended right?? And I will kick the living shit out of you, simply out of courtesy. To make you understand that you are not on the level of the Bombshell Roulette Division, let alone the Bombshell Internet Division. But just for you, I got a special offer. This championship opportunity will come with parental protection.
 
Chris Page looks up at Melissa with a puzzled look on his face.
 
Melissa: You see Dawn, with me at the top of this division there will be some changes. You cannot just say whatever you want, you cannot do anything that you want. Because when I sense that You are going out of line?? I am going to kick your head off your shoulders as if I am the best fucking Smart Scan. And don’t start to say that you will be aware of where it will be coming from. Because my legs are secured with the best VPN and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. So good luck this Sunday, you will be needing it.

Chris speaks up.

CHRIS PAGE: Dawn isn’t the only person that’s going to be needing some help because Cal isn’t in any better shape. I said it before and I’ll say it again, what better way to put the “Chump” on notice than by smacking around his brother like it’s going out of style? Calvin might have been something at one point in time but as the years have progressed Cal’s abilities haven’t. I mean, I heard what he had to say and it sounded like he was trying to convince himself he still belongs. New Flash, you don’t.

Melissa continues to look over comics as Chris continues.

CHRIS PAGE: Everybody wants to stake a claim at winning the Blast from the Past, and you all have your own motives that fuel your fire but there is only one team that will go above and beyond to prove it. My history with Michael has left a very sour taste in my mouth because anyone can beat me once. Very few are capable of doing it twice. Now, a lot of you might take that as a sign of weakness but it’s in defeat that you put the pieces together. To get back to you, Michael, I’m going to wreck fucking house against whoever stands across the ring from me, including your family.

A more malicious tone escapes his mouth while he continues.

CHRIS PAGE: I know you’re going to be watching, I know you’ve got your eyes on this tournament because if you’re not then you are a bigger idiot than originally thought, but I want you to watch as I systematically dissect your flesh and blood, making him scream out in pain, twisting his pride, slicing through his ego, and ultimately leaving him at your feet a broken and bloody mess for no other reason than because I can… and you’re powerless to stop me. Consider Round One a personal message that I’ll be sending to you, Mike, and while Round One will be a lot of fun for me… it’s going to be less fun for you.

Chris pauses for a moment before he states.

CHRIS PAGE: But what about the rest of you? Is it going to hurt my feelings if I come across Kim and Goth next? Is it going to bother me if I have to snatch victory away from Mac Bane seeing as we are all Saviors AND CCPE alike? Is it going to crush me to have to defeat my Mechanic in Peter Vaughn? Or what about Ken Davison? Not in the slightest. We thrive on competition, and in some cases, the best form of competition is against your own… in this case truer words have never been spoken. This entire tournament is set up for one of our teams to take the victory, when one wins… we all win, but there isn’t a single talent on this or any roster that is as red-hot as I am right now.

Melissa joins Chris as they both face the camera.

CHRIS PAGE: People can say or do whatever they need to to make themselves feel better for their shortcomings, but when you look at the team of Miss Melissa and Chris Page you’re not just looking at the Bombshell Internet Champion and you’re uncrowned World Champion; oh no, you’re looking at your worst fucking nightmare’s come true. The last thing we care about is anyone’s well-being when we step through those ropes, friends or foes. Miss Melissa and I are going to make a lot of history at the expense of any of you but it just do happens that Cal and Dawn are the first of many examples that we are going to set for the rest of you to desperately live up to. We welcome you to try but don’t cry when you test your skills against the only team in this Tournament that fucking matters. This is our time, this is our place, and here in a couple of days, the feelings that you get in the pit of your stomach aren’t going to be nerves… it’s going to be fear, and it’s going to be well-placed.

Miss Melissa then states.

Melissa: There are a lot of imposters in our midst trying to cosplay as Blast from the Past winners but there is only one pairing that is going to go all the way to the promised land and securing shots at the SCW World and Bombshell Championships. I hate to be the bearer of bad news for the rest of you… you’re looking at them.

After the Go Home show – Goth’s perspective

February 26th 2023

It’s late at night, hours after the final Climax Control has ended we see Melissa and Goth get out of the limo and enter their hotel room. Goth picks up the room key while Melissa walks towards the elevator with a disappointed look on her face. Goth turns around as he sees Melissa standing there in front of the elevator, he knew that pose oh so well and decides to do the same thing that he has always done for her in moments like these. He picks up his cell phone and checks for some late messages and notices a message from Kim Pain, telling that they will bring the pain in the Blast From The Past tournament. This causes him to smile as he puts the phone back into his pocket and walks up towards Melissa.

Melissa is waiting for the elevator doors to open as Goth stands next to her, he remains silent as he knows that in this mood that she is in that she is better left alone. So instead he just stares ahead of him, admiring logo of the hotel that was etched into the elevator doors. He had always been a man that loved subtle details like that as it would always distract him from things happening around him. He looks through the corner of his eyes towards Melissa, noticing her biting her lower lip. That is one of the bad habits that she started to do when she was in a bad mood. He wanted to say something, but decides not to when the elevator doors open and the two of them enter the elevator.

Goth presses the button to the top floor to where their hotel room is at as they stand there silently. They had decided to stay the night here before heading over towards the Saviors club house that they had been building in the middle of the Nevada desert. But Melissa always preferred to stay in a hotel after a show before heading “home”. Goth himself had never seen the point of this, the club house was only an hour drive away, but had caved in after understanding why it had meant so much for Melissa.

The elevator doors reopen a few seconds after they had closed on the ground floor, Goth drags the suitcases behind him as Melissa is checking on some messages that she had apparently missed on her cell phone. Goth starts to search the inside pocket with one hand to find the key to their hotel room while dragging along the suitcase. He hears a soft chuckle from Melissa as he looks over his shoulder and notices her smiling at her phone. Assuming that she must have received a text message from Chris Page for the tournament drawing as he remembers being on the phone with him during the drawing that happened. He was glad that he and Melissa had gotten fellow Saviors as their tag team partners int his tournament to crown a new number one contender for both world titles, even though secretly he had wished that he and Melissa had come out of the pairing together.

Goth takes a few more steps before standing still in front of the hotel room door, he looks over his shoulder one more time as he notices that Melissa is several feet behind him as she was clearly distracted by the use of her phone. He shakes his head before turning his attention back towards the door as he pushes the hotel key into the slot to open the door towards their hotel room before turning around and allowing Melissa to enter the hotel room first before him. She gives him a peck on the cheek as this is something she would always do for him before heading over towards the bedroom to fall on top of their bed.

“Want something special to drink Mel??”

He pushes his head inside the bedroom to see if she wants something to drink, but doesn’t even wait for her to answer as he already knows that she wants hot chocolate. He smiles as he heads over towards the coffee machine that also creates some delicious hot chocolate. He enters the ingredients inside the machine before turning it on and waits for it to be ready to pour in some delicious hot chocolate that he knows Melissa would enjoy.  He turns around and looks around the hotel room, he already got bored from the hotel room that they stayed in, he preferred to stay either at home in Manhattan or the Saviors club house as these places  are custom made for his and Melissa’s needs. No matter how much the hotels try to comply to their needs, they never fully make it. His thoughts get distracted when he hears the sound of the coffee machine ending and watches the hot chocolate being poured into the special created cup. He smiles as he grabs the cup of hot chocolate, he smells the flavour that comes from it before turning his head towards the bedroom as he heads over to present her the cup of chocolate.

“Here’s your hot chocolate sweetheart.”

Goth says before giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, she returns the kiss with a smile as she accepts the glass of hot chocolate. Goth walks back to the hotel room as he prepares himself a cup of orange juice, craving for the taste of orange juice as the arena they were staying in didn’t had any. He pours in the cup before turning his head as he hears Melissa talking to someone about him.

“Hi hun, I’m doing fine. Your dad and I just got back in the hotel after the show in Sin City Wrestling. Just relaxing a little and thought I would call my favourite man of the household.”

“I heard that!!!”

He hears them laugh ts his comment as this causes him to smile, he turns his attention towards a pan to boil some soup while he takes a sip from his orange juice. He grabs his cell phone and responds to Kim’s message by sending her a Youtube clip from Judas Priest’s classic “Pain Killer”, knowing that she would enjoy this. He takes a sip from his orange juice before hearing a response on his phone, causing him to look at a GIF of an angry granny screaming. This causes him to laugh as he responds towards her and then puts his phone away into his back pocket before turning his attention towards the soup

“That would take only a few more moments.”

He takes another sip from his cup of orange juice, he walks towards the television and turns on the tv, surfing through some sports channels before turning off the television and throws the remote control on a sofa. He walks around the hotel room before turning his attention back to the pan of soup and notices that it is ready as he pours it inside two bowls for him and Melissa before turning his attention towards the bedroom as he enters it.

“So what’s up with Gerrit?”

He asks Melissa as he hands her a bowl of soup, she grabs it while placing the cup of chocolate on the nightstand next to her.

“He was asking if he could visit us at a show one day, I told him that I would ask you if he could spend the weekend of the show with us. Oh and he would love it if Kim and Kat would pick him up.”
 
The two share a laugh at the final comment as Goth sits down next to her as the two of them enjoy their own bowl of soup.

“I think that could be arranged, we just have to make sure that he is handcuffed with these two ladies.”

This causes Melissa to burst out in laughter as she nearly spat out some soup that she just put inside her mouth just as Goth made his comment. Goth smiles as he notices Melissa staring at him before shaking her head.

“Poor Gerrit, if he only knew how vicious Kim could be.”

“I am sure that he already knows after watching what she did in that match against Seleana Zdunich. I am sure that none of the ladies in that fatal fourway wants any piece of Kim.”

The two remain silent as they eat their soup and drink their hot chocolate as the shot slowly fades.

The next day

Goth is at the airport, waiting board on the airplane to Manhattan, New York. He wears his patented black Armani suit and black sunglasses while carrying a small suitcase. Every five he checks on his watch to see how much more time he needs to wait before boarding the airplane, a nervous twitch that he showcases when he flies back home to visit the grave of his dead wife. Something that he does every few months when his busy schedule allows him to do so, searching for that emotional connection that he had shared with her for a majority of his life.

We see Goth turn his head sideways as he heard some voices, afraid that he was being recognized by fans. Only to sigh of relief as he notices that a couple has jumped into each other’s arms as one of them has exited the portal from the airplane.

“Stop losing your sanity Gerrit.”

He says to himself as he scratches the back of his neck, trying to collect his thoughts as he is very tired from a bad night of sleeping. He finally decides to take a seat on an empty bench that gives him a clear view of the portal that he has to enter in 30 minutes, he slowly sits down as he casually looks from left to right whether some people had noticed him. He neve made an issue of taking some to spend time with his fans, but this moment is just too emotional for him. Knowing that today is his deceased wife’s birthday and he wanted to spent some time with her before focussing on his first Roulette title defence. He reaches down into he pocket of his jacket and grabs his cell phone to check for messages. He notices a sweet message from Melissa, wishing him luck with the trip as she was planning to work out with Kim Pain.

He smiles, he could not have asked for anyone better than her. Throughout the years that he and Melissa had been together has brought them really close together, something that he had considered to be a blessing from above. He looks a bit longer on the screen of his cell phone as he suddenly notices a shadow fall over him, causing him to slowly look upwards.

“Forgive me sir, is this from you?”

A young man stands in front of Goth, somewhere in his early 20’s holding a rather expensive watch in his hands that Goth recognizes to be his. His reaction is to lift his hand towards his wrist where his watch needs to be and feels nothing but his wrist.

“Yes, thank you. How?”

The young man hands him the watch with a smile upon his face before sitting down next to Goth as he quickly puts the watch back around his wrist.

“I had noticed you taking the watch off your wrist when you were washing your hands after leaving the toilet, but you forgot to put it back on again.”

Goth remembers that moment and indeed realizes that he had walked away without concerning himself about his watch. He places his hands to his head and groans in anguish.

“You okay sir?”

The young man asks as his gaze is filled with genuine concern as Goth raises his head from his hands with a nod .

“Yeah, I am alright. Thank you…”

Goth says, clearly lying as he immediately gets up from the bench and walks towards the portal. He realizes that there is still some more time left before he can board on the plane, but he didn’t wanted to get into a conversation with anyone else. He turns around a corner and leans with his back against the wall while letting out a sigh. He places a hand around the wrist where he feels the wrist still attached to it. His wrist is shaking as he is sweating and breathing heavy. The thought that he nearly had lost the watch that he had received from his deceased wife caused him to burst out in tears. The watch was his favourite one as it was a memory to his wife, as she had given this to him on their 15 year anniversary, it was the last anniversary that they had shared before she was diagnosed with cancer.

“Calm down Gerrit, we had an angel watching over us.”

He shakes his head and blinks his eyes, he feels his throat dry up as he looks around to see if he can find something to drink when realizes that it is finally time for him to board the airplane. He cocks his head from left to right, taking a deep breath before walking towards boarding the plane.

Manhattan, New York

Goth is standing in front of the gave of his wife, he had placed several flowers in the vase that stands in front of the headstone, admiring the picture that he himself had picked out to have been placed inside the headstone behind glass. He has his hands behind his back, holding on to his black gloves in his left hand while trying to keep him from crying in front of the woman he had loved for such a long time.

“Hello Chantal.”

It’s the same opening sentence that he always used when visiting his deceased wife’s grave, as if she is waiting for him to talk to her on he deathbed. It was something that he had done quite some time when the moment had come that she was unable to openly respond to him during he final days of he life. He had shared so much time with her, hoping against better judgment that somehow his love would give her the energy to fight against this terrible disease. He knew now that it was a selfish deed, but then again he had only loved her throughout his life and was afraid to head on with his life without her.

“I want you to know that Melissa and I are going to marry this year…..”

The words come from his lips with a certain amount of doubt and nerves, as if he feels like he is betraying the love of the woman that he shared his life with. Quickly reminding himself that she had told him that he had to find love with someone else, words that had slapped him in the face harder than any blast he had received from whatever wrestler he had faced in his career. But he knows now that she was right, she had often told him that he had too much love to share and it would be a waste if he never got to share it with someone else. Someone like Melissa.

“It had taken me a long time to finally have the opportunity to ask her, we got….. distracted a few times.”

He starts to laugh at the mere mention of the distractions as Candy somehow managed to interfere with them.

“I’m sure that you had a front row seat up there while watching us fail.   ]”

He pinks a tear away while chuckling to himself, holding on tight to his wrist of the hand that is holding on to the gloves. He looks up in the sky, trying to blink the tears out of his eyes before letting out a real big sigh.

“It’s so fucking conflicting for me at times Chantal, you left this world and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I blamed the world at first for what has happened to you, then I blamed myself. And all I could remember was those words of you telling me to find new love.”

He is struggling to keep his tears away as finally the tears start to flow as he puts his left hand to his face. He remains silent for a few minutes before inhaling deeply and looks back at the headstone once more.

“I didn’t wanted to leave your loving memory for someone else, but I know now that I was merely an idiot. I have enough love for everyone, including you my dear beloved wife. And that’s why I finally asked her, that’s why I finally found the courage and strength to move on with my life. So that’s why I am here, to thank you in believing in me.”

He remains standing there, staring at the loving picture of his deceased wife, his facial expression is a mixture of emotions and still trying to maintain a tough look.

“I am also here to tell you first, that I intend to wrestle until the moment is right for me to finally retire for good. To walk away from Sin City Wrestling for good as an active competitor. To be there for my son, to be there for the career of Melissa… to be there for the rest of the Saviors and CCPE. But until that moment comes there is still a few things I need to do. To maintain Roulette champion as long as possible, to win the Blast From The Past and headline shows as once again a world heavyweight champion. And if someone had told me this shortly before or after your passing, I would have told them that they were crazy. I would have told them that they needed to get the fuck out of my life. But here I am Chantal, renewed… some say that I am better than I have ever been before. And I have this all to thank to one person, that’s you.”

Goth kneels as he grabs something out of his pocket, he holds it in his hands as it is hidden for the camera to see. He stares at it for a few moments before attaching it to the headstone near the picture of his wife before walking off. The camera turns towards the grave as we see a silver necklace of an angel dangling around the picture of his dead wife before the shot slowly fades.

Roulette Title Defence

We are back at the clubhouse from the Saviors as Goth is sitting down on his king sized bed, Melissa has left to do some stuff with his son as he is sitting there bare chested and looking down at the Roulette championship belt.

“I never thought I would end up being the one that has held the most title reigns in this company, it still feels so surreal to me. And I am sure that if you ask the casual fans what wrestler would have held the most titles?? Then I am sure that I would not have been their number one option.”

Goth lowers his face, takes a deep sigh as he pulls back his hair with both hands while never tearing his eyes away from his championship belt.

“I’m no J2H, I’m no Kris Ryans, I am no Gabriel, Jack Washington, no fancy wrestler that has got something that would allow the imagination of the fans go wild. And if I could be honest with myself?? I really don’t care anymore. There was a moment in time that I would’ve cared, that I would have stated the obvious that I am just as big or even bigger than any of these names. But that’s because it felt as if reality was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. It actually started to hurt me that nobody was referring me as a legend like those other names. Nobody wants to have a once in a lifetime match against me…. Because in their eyes my time has passed or I never had it in the first place.”

“And you know what?? I started to believe that.”

Goth reaches his right hand forward, grabs hold of the leather strap and lifts the belt up high from one end of the belt as the other nearly touches the bedsheets.

“this is the fourth time that I am holding this belt as champion, four times. It’s funny how I remember hearing Melissa tell Jessie Salco that she will be stuck forever in that division… and look at me now?? I guess life does have a way to showcase irony in a strange way doesn’t it? But to me it is something completely different.”

He holds the championship belt only inches in front of his face as his face shows no sign of emotion whatsoever.

“This belt represents another opportunity for me, I mean since returning to the company I have held the Mixed tag team championships, Internet title and now this one. I just hope that my fortune will be a more awarding one than the others…. Not to have them lost at the first title defence like the other two.”

He grinds his teeth in anguish as he shakes his head.

“But of course I can tell the world that today is a different day, that the past is the past and the future looks bright. But then I would be a hypocrite wouldn’t I??? I would be telling myself that there’s no chance in hell for me to lose this belt, only to realize that I need to go through this when I face you for this championship belt in a matter of just days don’t we Malachi?? A returning name from the days of SCU, I could say a lot of things to you Malachi. But firs tof all, I should say welcome. “

“Now that I have shown you respect and a few nice words makes me realize that I can finally get to the point, the point of telling you what you can expect this coming Sunday. T’he question I need to ask is, are you ready???”

He closes his eyes after draping the championship belt back on the bed in front of him as he leans against the pillows and spreads his hair all across it.

”What can you expect? I’m not going to talk about how I am going to beat you, humiliate you and slap on whatever wrestling move that I could think off. Because quite frankly, I get bored listening to people as if they are a broken record and have no damn passion in their hearts. Passion that people have doubted me from since I returned to wrestling in late 2021. Telling me that it was nice to have seen me on show 300 of this company, but that I needed to go back to anonymity…. Because I would not mount to anything resembling of what I had done in the past.”

“I don’t know how you would react to things like that after being in this industry since 2003…. But that was something that I allowed to mentally break me in the last few months before my eventual retirement. Nowadays?? I will just accept that the views of these young kids these days are not what I had been taught when I was that young. But what do they know I ask you??”

“And then I look at you, a returning house hold name from SCU. A multi champion, a man that has been undefeated since his return. Facing someone that I thought would have been next in line for this title…. But I guess I just have to say that I was happily surprised to see that there is still fight and passion in people to become a champion. But that is where the nice words ends my friend.”

Goth closes his hands to fists as he tenses his arms as a shiver runs down his spine before him letting out a sigh and smiles.

“You see Malachi, even though some people would say that this title reign is beneath me. That it is beneath my hall of fame career to hold a lower tier championship belt. And to people like that I have got only one thing to say, that all of them can just go to hell. Because I don’t give a shit whether this is a lower tier, mid card belt or whatever in between. It is my direction BACK to the world title…. And all I can do to make things interesting is just roll the dice and watch whether the ball ends up on red… or black.”

Goth refers to the roulette wheel significantly present upon the championship belt, referring to the roulette wheel that gets spun before every single match in determine the stipulation of the match.

“It will all be a mere guess on whether it will be a simple all out brawl, a wrestling clinic or merely the fact that I have to draw first blood to walk away from this match STILL Roulette champion. What a joyful occasion would that be, to have the bells ring and nearly angels singing while doves fly off with a flower in their beaks…. Representing peace in our hearts and souls.”

Goth suddenly bursts out in laughter after uttering those words.

“AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHERE I DIFFERANGE!!! Because who cares about peace and quiet?? Only sentimental fools that believe that their careers are onloy beginning!!! Are you one of those Malachi??? Or are you merely riding the coattails of what you once were back in the day???”

“I have to admit, I have not much recollection of your past accomplishments in SCU. The few names that I remember were the names of those who I used to have fought alongside or against in the past. Those who I merely have accepted as people that wanted to wind down their careers in a fashion that made me sick. People like Lord Raab, oh yeah… the man that once was a world and internet champion. A man that was once referred and respected for his viciousness. Now a man that earns scrap to remain relevant and buy himself something to eat.”

“And what is it in these words that resembles to you Malachi?? Nothing, nothing instead of just merely a memory. Because every single time that I heard your name, was the mere fact that I could not help but think what I would have done to a man like Raab. A man that I considered a friend!! A trustworthy man!! A man that I invested time and energy in, hoping that one day he could take over from me…. And he ran like a little bitch. I guess now why a mask comes in handy for him don’t we???”

“And those feelings will be interjected upon my desire to beat you Malachi. Call it sado masochistic… call it whatever you want… all that I get from it is satisfaction and nothing more than pleasure. Pleasure to know that when I beat the living shit out of you, that I would not look back at a career that could have meant something, but more the mere satisfaction knowing that I have been right all along.”

He shows a sinister smile on his face before looking down at the championship belt.

“Has it ever crossed your mind that this would be the direction that this conversation I am trying to start would turn to Malachi?? Of course you would be unable to think past the thought of whether you should turn left or right. Because these are the simple questions that people like you could ask themselves and remain relevant. To have people look at you and say that this was the man that thought Goth in his first title defence. See Malachi, I already made you even more relevant than Lord Raab would ever be if he ever dared to step foot inside this company once again. “

“Even people like Amy Santino, a woman that I respect… so nothing but good thoughts and vibes towards her. But that should have never been the direction that she should have gone through. To lower themselves for people like you…. Because that’s what legends of this company willing did to themselves in the hope of having one home grown talent make it in this company. I guess you are one of the new names that try their best to find a pot of gold to take home with them.”

“If I can give you some good advice Malachi…, keep on searching. Try once more as Spring is in the air and everyone gets a little bit crazy as if they got butterflies int heir stomachs. Because this time you will survive the cold winter days that I will bring to the dance and crush your hopes and dreams in an instant. So please, entertain me with the thought that I could be wrong… And I will show the world why I am the man that holds this Roulette championship.”

With that the shot fades as Goth can be seen smiling sadistically.

After the Go Home show – Melissa’s perspective

February 26th 2023

It’s late at night, hours after the final Climax Control has ended we see Melissa and Goth get out of the limo and enter their hotel room. Goth picks up the room key while Melissa walks towards the elevator with a disappointed look on her face. Even though she was happy that she had found out that she and Chris Page would team up for the Blast From The Past Tournament, it still left a foul taste in her mouth that she had lost against Chelsea. It was a good match and she has to admit that Chelsea had won fair and square, but she is a competitor and she always wants to reach the very top of her game no matter who it is against.

She waits for the elevator doors to open as Goth stands next to her, he remains silent as he knows that in this mood that she is in that she is better left alone. Something that she reminded herself that he had to learn the hard way on the early days of their relationship. She mentally sighs as the elevator door opens and the two enter, Goth presses the button to the top floor to where their hotel room is at as they stand there silently. They had decided to stay the night here before heading over towards the Saviors club house that they had been building in the middle of the Nevada desert. But Melissa always preferred to stay in a hotel after a show before heading “home”.

The elevator doors reopen a few seconds after they had closed on the ground floor, Goth drags the suitcases behind him as Melissa is checking on some messages that she had apparently missed on her cell phone. She skills all the seemingly un important messages until reading a text from Chris Page reading:

“Let’s Dance!!!”

This causes a smile to emerge upon her face, he had seen the drawing for the tournament and clearly was happy to have been paired with a fellow Saviors as well as one of the latest signees of CCPE. She had hoped for a positive drawing as she had noticed that there were several great possible tag team partners out there. But to find one in one of their own group was something she could have only wished for, especially with a legend that in stature easily matched that of her fiancé. She looks up at Goth, who was walking ahead of her before reaching the hotel room door. She smiles warm hartedly as she watches him open the hotel room door, but allows her to enter first before him. She gives him a peck on the cheek as this is something she would always do for him before heading over towards the bedroom and falls on top of their bed. Goth pushes his head inside the bedroom to ask her if she wanted something to drink, she doesn’t answer as Goth already knows what she wants and walks off. She moves through her messages until she reaches the final one, this one made her smile widen as if it was from ear to ear. It was from Kim Pain, telling her Melissa that there’s no shame in ending up number two in the tournament after her and Melissa’s fiancé.

“You are so funny.”

Melissa mutters while still grinning as she responds to Kim in a fashion that the two were used from each other. Kim had become one of her closest friends since joining the Saviors and CCPE. Not withstanding how close she was with Kat, but with Kat having a more office job helping Chris Page out with CCPE the two have not had many opportunities to catch up with each other, even though Melissa understood the position that Kat was in and loved her still very much. But the spark that Kim had brought to the team was exactly what Melissa had needed to get over that negative slump that she had been in for a while towards the end of last year. She spends some more time exchanging messages with Kim before placing the phone next to her on the bed as she closes her eyes. She feels a headache pounding through her head as she gingerly touches her forehead with the back of her hand. She winces a little after her hand made contact with her head before slowly trying to calm down again.

She could not help but wonder why she has not been upset as in the ways she had been when she had lost her first match against one of the two opponents in this Bombshell Internt Title match in Ariana Angelos. It was just like this match a triple threat. She had accused her that this result was a fluke, only to have tasted defeat once more by the woman that took away her Roulette title. Then it was the defeat against Jessie Salco as well as Masque due to interferences from the earlier mentioned Jessie Salco. It was probably because of the angr that was building inside her towards Ariana and Jessie, they were the two Bombshells that she could not stand, seriously considering even calling it hatred towards them. It took her a while to realize that she had let her personal feelings take over from her professional mindset. Something that she rebounded from by beating the current Bombshell Roulette champion as well as Jessie Salco in their final encounter. So losing to Chelsea was something not so much unexpected, but rather inconvenient considering the momentum that she had going into the match against her, but lost. In the past Melissa would have destroyed her entire locker room, now she is aware that she was outwrestled by a better competitor on that given night. Something she knew that she would rebound from, learning from your mistakes makes you a better wrestler was a lesson Goth had taught her early on. But still, she didn’t like it.

“Here’s your hot chocolate sweetheart.”

Goth says before giving her a soft kiss on her cheek, she smiles as she truly was craving one. She knew that it didn’t fit her training regiment, but then again she would train it off the next day. She takes a sip from the hot chocolate as she closes her eyes and savours the taste of the hot liquid. This was her moment to relax on a Sunday evening before she and Goth would cuddle up late at night in bed and watch a movie and fall asleep. She started to wonder how Goth’s son was doing, she had not spoken to him in quite some time as she takes another sip from the hot chocolate before grabbing her cell phone and starts a video call with Gerrit Jr.

“Hiya Mel!! How are you??? How is dad???”

She smiles, always the enthusiastic response when she would call him.

“Hi hun, I’m doing fine. Your dad and I just got back in the hotel after the show in Sin City Wrestling. Just relaxing a little and thought I would call my favourite man of the household.”

“I heard that!!!”

Both Melissa and Goth’s son Gerrit Jr. are laughing at the response coming from the other room from his father. He shakes his head and rolls his eyes

“I saw your match Mel, too bad you didn’t win it. But I am sure with your title match coming up that you will rebound from it. And about me?? Well I just finished homework and was about to hang out with some friends and play some video games.”

“Any lady friends I should know about???”

Melissa asks while giving him a wink, she giggles when she notices him slowly starting to turn red.

“I uhm…,”

“No worry sweetie, your secret is safe with me. But I want you to know, if you ever have any questions?? Don’t hesitate to ask okay?? I don’t want you to hurt yourself sweetie.”

This causes him to relax and start to smile again.

“So when can I come over and visit you again??? I look forward to meet the other Saviors as well.”

Melissa looks at him as she notices that red glow returning again.

“Are you sure you want to see us just for us?? Or did your eyes catch my good friend Kim Pain???”

Gerrit Jr. tries to give a response, but the only thing that he could muster was some stammering as his face turns beet red. This causes Melissa to giggle as she loves to torment him a little as she had noticed he started to hit puberty and was looking at girls .

“I tell you what, I will talk to your father and see if we can bring you oer next weekend to accompany us for the big Super Card. And who knows, I may even have auntie Kat and Kim pick you up from the airport.”

“REALLY??? I mean, uhm sure yeah that would be cool.”

He tries to hide his enthusiasm after his initial response, causing her to laugh

“I am sure he won’t mind, just as long as you keep up your study young man. Now I’m going to finish my hot chocolate, but I promise to call you back soon. Bye sweetie.”

“Bye Mel!!!!”

She smiles as he waves towards her before closing the video call, she sighs as she takes a few more sips from the hot chocolate as Goth enters the room with a glass of orange juice and something to eat for both of them.

“So what’s up with Gerrit?”

He asks her as he hands her a bowl of soup, she grabs it while placing the glass of chocolate on the nightstand next to her.

“He was asking if he could visit us at a show one day, I told him that I would ask you if he could spend the weekend of the show with us. Oh and he would love it if Kim and Kat would pick him up.”
 
The two share a laugh at the final comment as Goth sits down next to her as the two of them enjoy their own bowl of soup.

“I think that could be arranged, we just have to make sure that he is handcuffed with these two ladies.”

This causes Melissa to burst out in laughter as she nearly spat out some soup that she just put inside her mouth just as Goth made his comment. She looks at him while shaking her head.

“Poor Gerrit, if he only knew how vicious Kim could be.”

“I am sure that he already knows after watching what she did in that match against Seleana Zdunich. I am sure that none of the ladies in that fatal fourway wants any piece of Kim.”

The two remain silent as they eat their soup and drink their hot chocolate as the shot slowly fades.

The Next Day

Melissa is kicking the shit out of the punching bag with some stiff kicks, working herself into a sweat as she is preparing herself for her Bombshell internet title match against the champion Kayla Richardson and Ariana Angelos. The camera widens as we see Kim Pain holding the punching bag in place for the former Bombshell roulette champion Melissa, who finishes the set off with some spinning back elbows and a high knee. Melissa spins around as she walks towards the drinking bottle that was standing on the bench behind her and splashes some of the water across her face before wiping it off with a towel. She finally takes a sip from the water as she is catching her breath.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you are in a killing mood today Mellie, want to talk about it??”

Melissa takes another sip from the bottle of water, completely oblivious to what Kim had just said to her

“Melissa??”

“Huh??? What???”

Clearly Melissa was lost in her thoughts as Kim calling out her name, she quickly realizes what had happened and raises her hands up in an apologetic fashion.

“Huh??? What???”

Melissa sees Kim staring at her with that patented smirk that you knew that you got busted, Melissa sighs and drops down on the bench and rests her head against the nearby wall.

“I’m sorry Kim, I just got lost in my thoughts on preparing for my match next week. But now also with the fact that next week Goth’s teenager son is coming over and he is noticing girls.”

Kim stands there quietly, slowly raising an eyebrow as she tries not to burst out in laughter. Melissa turns her gaze towards her and rolls her eyes before she starts to giggle.

“Well you aren’t off the hook Kim, he wants you and Kat to pick him up.”

This causes Kim’s look to slightly change after hearing that from Melissa as she slowly sits down next to her, she rests her head against the wall while lifting her feet up and wrapping her arms around them.

“He wants me and Kat to pick him up???”

Melissa slightly grins as she waves her hand towards Kim, taking another sip from the bottle as she looks into the mirror in front of her.

“He is noticing girls, I already had noticed that from earlier phone calls that we have had in recent months. I just know he is very shy towards girls, afraid to approach them and I just try to help him get out of his shell a little.”

“Well this doesn’t sound too shy to me.”

The two ladies look at each other and giggle as Melissa shakes her head and continues.

“It’s kinda my fault, I was just teasing him by saying that you two would pick him if he was a good boy. I hadn’t thought about the fact that he would actually jump on it, so yeah if you want to punish someone then…. Ouch….”

Kim suddenly throws a bottle towards Melissa who had not been paying attention, the bottle opens up and some of the water splashes all over her.

“What the???”

“That’s what you get for nearly concussing my tag team partner the other day and now forcing me to babysit Goth’s son.”

Kim says with a smile on her face as she winks towards Melissa, who uses the dry part of her towel to clean herself up a little. She slowly starts to laugh at the situation, realizing how silly she looks like and not having to worry about Kim picking up her future step son.

“So what’ are we going to do next???”

Melissa asks as she slowly wants to turn the subject from Goth’s son to her preparation for her title match. Kim looks over to the gym and spots two treadmills that are free for them to use. She cocks her head towards the treadmill as Melissa nods her head in agreement.

“I’ll be right there with you, someone needs to make sure that none of other water bottles are empty right???”

She chuckles as Kim sticks out her tongue towards her before walking towards the treadmill with both of their towels, making sure that nobody else could claim the two machines over them. Melissa turns around and walks towards the bar and asks for two new bottles for her and Kim. She looks over towards Kim, who has already started her exercise on the treadmill. She smiles, she enjoyed training together with her. Both were on the same level, even though Kim is older than her. The two started to hit it off quite well and have become training partners during the travels between shows. She knew that Goth enjoyed working out with her, but he always preferred his own pace and wasn’t much of an early bird like she is.

“Two bottles of water miss…”

Melissa turns her attention bac to the employee who handed her two new bottles of water, she thanks him with a smile on her face before walking towards the treadmills of her and Kim. She places the bottle of water in the holder of Kim’s treadmill before doing the same to hers. Attaching herself to a security line of the treadmill before punching in the data for her exercise and starts to run. The two don’t talk as Kim has got her earbuds attached into her ears and Melissa can see her growl along with some of the metal songs that she was listening to. This causes Melissa to smile before turning her attention towards the digits on the screen in front of her before looking upwards towards the television screen that is hanging right above her head.

“Not the cooking channel….,”

She quickly presses a button on the menu of the treadmill that she is on, searching for a different channel. Clearly not wanted to be seduced by delicious food that would work up an appetite for her. She finally stops at a music channel and then links her earbuds to it as she can start to listen to the music they were playing. She herself also loves metal music like Kim, but sometimes she likes to switch it up with some other genres of music that Kim not always could appreciate but this time it is all metal.

Melissa starts to run as she is focussing on her breathing and heartbeat, finding the right pace that she feels comfortable with as her thoughts wonder off again. The wedding plans with Goth, she cannot believe it that when Sin City Wrestling are going on their yearly cruise show that it will be the moment that they will get wed. She new that he had always told her that when they marry that he will retire, but secretly she hopes that she can convince him to go on for a longer period of time… perhaps till the end of the year or even longer. She then thinks towards the two championship matches that she had been in with Ariana Angelos, the thought of thinking back to those moments causes her heart beat to speed up and her to grind her grind her teeth. But she shakes it off, she knows that she cannot let her past feelings cloud her, but also realizing that there’s another competitor that she has to content with in the Bombshell internet champion Kayla Richardson.

Melissa looks over to the right, she sees Kim taking a sip from her bottle of water before wiping from her forehead with her wristband as it is dripping from her forehead. Melissa has always been impressed by the intensity of Kim’s work outs. She loved the training sessions that Goth and Whisper had mapped out for her in the beginning, but since Kim had been her trainings buddy has made her feel that she has been mor prepared for her matches. She focuses back on the music as she starts to focus on her breathing and goes on for a total time of thirty minutes before the two stop with their run on the treadmill and walk off to the bar for an energy drink.

“So how are the preparations going for the wedding??”

Kim asks Melissa with a wink as the two women sit down at the bar, they take a sip from the energy drink as Melissa glows from happiness.

“It’s amazing to see that he is focused upon details that I would have never come up with, he just wants to make everything perfect.”

Kim smiles at her as the two share a moment of silence as they sip from their energy drink, Melissa then runs her fingers across the top of the bottle as the glow upon her face only grows.

“Goth once confined to me that the one thing he regrets is the fact that he never had another wedding with his original wife and give her the wedding they never had. It makes me feel that he is going all out for me, makes me feel so special.”

She turns her head away, as the emotions start to come over her, she suddenly feels the soft touch of Kim on her hand that made her turn her attention back towards Kim and whispers her appreciation towards her.

“You got a great man that truly loves you Mel.”

A tear of happiness emerges from her right eye as she wipes it away before nodding in agreement to what Kim said.

“I know, I owe him so much for all the opportunities that he has given me. That I wonder how I could ever could repay him.”

Melissa takes a deep breath, trying to find the right words to say to continue but is cut off by Kim.

“If I’m not mistaken Mel, it was you that helped him with his alcohol abuse problem, it was you that helped him raise his son when he was unable to do so. I have a feeling that he feels this way towards you in a way that you haven’t even understood.”

The words causes her to sit there stunned with silence, she had never thought about their relationship in that manner. She lowers her head and lets all the past memories pass in front of her eyes as if it was a movie. This causes her to place both hands up to her face as she needs a moment to let the realization sink in that she has done so much for him that she had just taken for granted.

“Oh my God, you are absolutely right Kim…. I just never thought I…”

She takes a moment to catch her breath while taking a sip from the energy drink as that calms her down before she is able to finish her sentence.

“That I meant so much for him…, I’ve never been in a relationship like this…. ”

Kim holds both of Melissa’s hands in her own, completely understanding te emotions that must be running through her mind a she smiles

“I am glad you two have found each other Mel and your marriage will Main Event of the entire show.”

Melissa stares into Kim’s eyes with tears in her own, but it is completed with the biggest smile upon her faceKim has ever seen from her.

“It sure will be and who knows? Maybe either him or me will also walk away with the World Heavyweight championship…. Because I know for a fact that neither of us want to lose the Blast From The Past.”

Both Melissa and Kim laugh at her comment as the two continue their talk as the shot slowly fades

A shot at the Internet Championship part one.

Melissa is alone in the Saviors club house, she just returned from a work out with Kim Pain as she had decided to relax a little and watch a movie. Goth had taken off for a few days to take of some personal stuff, she knew that he had headed over to Chantal’s grave. It was something he has done a lot as of late since he had proposed to her, she thought it was sweet to know how much he still cares for the woman that he had shared a majority of his life with. At first when they had started dating it was something that she could not always handle, it made her a little bit jealous to hear him talk so much about her. But now she knows that he just was in a process of dealing with the loss of a loved one, something that he had not gotten the opportunity to do so because he wouldn’t allow himself to do so.

She zaps through the list of movies that their streaming services had to offer before landing on a classic movie.

“Shawshank Redemption.”

She smiles to herself, she was introduced to this movie by Goth. He had told her that if there was ever a movie that she had to see, that this one was certainly that movie. She was sceptic at first, but after having watched the movie she had to admit that he was right. And ever since that experience the two of them have watched it quite some times, but this was the first time that she decided to watch it on her own.

“Now let’s be a big girl Mel, you can do this.”

She says to herself with a big smirk on her face, wrapping a large blanket around herself on the coach as she relaxes and leans back. She has a nice cup of self-made hot chocolate on a small table next to her as she gets more comfortable. She remembered how she just loved romantic comedies, some action flicks she could handle. But these type of movies she had always assumed that they were long winded and boring. But after witnessing the character work of actors like Morgan Freeman and Tim Robbins had made her realize that she could indeed appreciate these type of movies, to her it was just another step of growing up. She sighs as she takes her first sip of hot chocolate as the movie starts off, slowly drifting away in the story of the Bank Manager that seemed to be guilty, to be sentenced in one of the most vicious and corrupt prison cells in the 1950’s. A story that ultimately made you feel sympathy for a man that to a certain point still believe that he had killed his wife who had filed for divorce and her lover, only to come to the conclusion that he was innocent all along.

Melissa suddenly hears a few footsteps as that causes her to roll her eyes and pauses the movie before turning her attention towards the camera crew from Sin City Wrestlign.

“Seriously?? Of all the impossible times that you could bother me you pick this moment??? Seriously???”

But Melissa doesn’t wait for an answer as she waves her hand towards the crew to do what they got to do as she takes another sip from the hot beverage.

“Well seeing that you are actually here and presumably aren’t going to be leaving until I have spoken about my opponents for this coming title match.”

She sips from the hot chocolate without taking any notice towards the camera crew as she is clearly annoyed as hell.

“Although I am going to be talking to security to be upgraded, I hate to be disturbed in my privacy for crying out loud… But anyways… I guess it is time that I will start addressing Ariana Angelos and Kayla Richardson. Two names that are in a fight for this championship belt, three names in this triple threat that could very well be the next bombshells for the coming decennia as a company like Sin City Wrestling cannot forever rely upon superheroes right??”

Melissa smirks at the subtle jab towards two Hall of Fame legends in this company in Keira and Roxi Johnson.

“And before people start to write some ridiculous hate mails or DM’s towards my direction, do realize that I do speak out of respect for their accomplishments…. But I just can’t stand them. But that’s me drifting away from the subject, because we have two other names besides yours truly that are future contenders for the Bombshell World Heavyweight championship. We are three names that Sin City Wrestling is heavily relying upon to take them into the new era of pro wrestling. Three names that already have a history with each other in separate matches…. And all of the she does or says is going to be oh so interesting leading up to this Triple Threat of consequences of so many different things. Not only to see whether Kayla can hold on to that championship belt, but also the pride to be the one that can tell the world that SHE has defeated two others in this match to walk out champion.”

“Now who would you favour?? Is it the champ?? A woman that has an impressive resume as she has been holding on to that championship belt for quite a record time is it the young and brash Ariana?? That no matter how huge the opposition is for her to overcome…. She will remain confident in her own ability and doesn’t take no for an answer??? Something that I have come in contact a few times in the past with mixed results to say the least. Or is it the bad ass bitch that everyone loves to hate and hates to admit that I got what it takes to piss you off.”

She takes another sip from the hot chocolate, savours the moment as she feels the warmth flowing from the cup towards her face before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Now obviously it is my ego that will tell you both that you shouldn’t even bother showing up int his confrontation. I mean lets’be honest, I am the only one of the three of us that can actually state the obvious…. That I have beaten both of you…. It’s something that nobody wishes to hear or want to admit without having a But excuse ready at hand. Trust me, I had a few with Ariana when she beat me twice in a very short time. But I know now that she was the better of the two at that moment…. And that I had to do harder to at least make sure that I would have walked away Roulette champion instead of her. And then there’s Kayla…. “

“We have had some incredible matches Kayla. One match where it was in the end me that managed to eliminate you from winning the Over The Pool Ultimate X match…. A match where I have to admit that both of our careers had a turn for the better. Even though at that moment in time you wouldn’t have seen it that way after being dumped into the pool unceremoniously. But here are we now, 7 months or so later and you are the Bombshell Internet champion…. A title that you have earned as you fought hard for it…. And even harder to keep it in your own possession. And I have to applaud you for accomplishments so far while being a dominant champion… there is still a key element that is missing Kayla.. But what oh what could that be???”

She pushes some hair out of her face before it would fall into her hot chocolate as it had fallen before her eyes.

“And it would be too easy to state that you cannot be a champion until you have beaten the one that you have never been able to beat. That would by itself be accurate to a certain point, but there’s more behind it than just that certain direction. Because Kayla, if that was the sole reason of why you could argue that your reign is impressive to a certain point, then I would do your reign a disservice. No Kayla, I am not that type of girl that does a “Jessie Salco” for a lack of a better terminology… Who is blinded by her own stupidity and only believes in her own realm of fake reality. No Kayla, there’s so much more that I could tell you for the reason behind the why that it would only put you to shame… And that would be a disgrace for your legacy this close to Blaze of Glory isn’t it???”

“And both of you can look at these words and wonder what the hell I am talking about, but you do know what I am talking about don’t you?? It was you that said it yourself during our one on one confrontation, that your heart wasn’t into winning the Roulette title, but did all the physical effort into winning it, to do everything you could to win the roulette championship, but failed and you own that.”

This is the first time that she directs her attention towards the camera crew for a brief moment before taking another sip of hot chocolate before placing it on the small table next to her. She then crosses her arms across her chest, lifts up the blanket a little as she turns her attention towards the camer

“Now as hard as I would love to tell the world that I respect your honesty Kayla, I feel you are full of shit. Don’t get me wrong champ, I know that you are one hell of a champion that can bring it to each and every other wrestler out there. But I started to realize after our recent one on one confrontation that you are nothing but a hypocrite.”

“The words of you getting up early in the morning and chug down some raw eggs before eating your fucking Wheaties. That would tell a simple minded fool out there that they are contending with someone that takes the sport seriously, that your workout regime is sacred!! And that you will be in a fight for your life…. And then you follow it all up with the mere fact that your heart wasn’t into it?”

Melissa rolls her eyes and shakes her head before turning her attention towards the hot chocolate for a few moments.

“I feel that you are conflicted Kayla.., I feel that you are just trying to use these words to build up your confidence, try as hard as you can against better judgment that you have a chance in walking out as champion in this triple threat. But do you??? Do you really believe your own truth that in this match you will walk away breathing a sigh of relief?? That you can look over your shoulder, pinch your arm and cannot believe that you are actually awake and not dreaming???”

“You see Kayla I may have not pinned you or made you submit to win the Bombshell Roulette championship. But I did outlast you, I did have an al out performance that was enough to secure the championship belt in a multi person match… And that’s where reality sets in doesn’t it?? Because indeed you realize full well that I am an actual threat to your championship, an actual challenge to your reign as champion. A reign that you besmirched in our recent confrontation by merely allowing the match to end up in a draw… Really Kayla?? Is that how you wish to rid yourself from the evil ghosts that told you that your heart wasn’t into it?? But hey, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt… And prove it to me once more…. Show me that you can outlast me, show me that you want it more than me Kayla… And then and only then I will accept you as a true champion…. Because you overcame your deepest fears and your worst nightmare…”

She grabs the hot chocolate and takes a sip from it.

“And then there’s Ariana…”

She mutters with a smug look on her face.

“How different a mindset can be when you change from one to the other. Someone that actually did something that Kayla can only dream about.. not once, but twice. How weird to see that there’s a different dimension brewing between the two oppositions that are currently withholding me from obtaining my second championship belt. But you see Ariana, you just beat me. You were the one that took advantage in our second match that was a triple threat and beat me…. You beat me in our rematch as much I hate to admit it…. But why would I lie or make excuses?? You beat me, just like Jessie thought she had beaten me and could have gone to the next rookie to teach right?? At least you and I had a deciding match that would seal the deal….. Until now. “

“You see Ariana, I knew eventually our paths would cross once more. And how things have changed for one who has grown as a competitor…. Whereas another just searches for excuses for what you could not achieve. Oh yeah, I saw your Social Media outburst little Greek Drama Queen, I saw the horrendous failed attempt to live up to your own failure last week… Where’s your willingness to accept that NOTHING is just being thrown you’re your waiting arms for you to collect another success in this game?? You blame the Internet champion to do whatever she has to do to stay ahead of others?? Haven’t you learned from the confrontation that she had with me Ariana?? Or was it already passed your bedtime and you never realized how she managed to secure a draw against a dominant female?? And I suggest to you to ask your Hall of Fame friend Jessie Salco what a dominant female is all about before you even start to consider taking my words into doubt baby girl.”

She takes another sip from the cup as it is nearly finished she places the cup back on the table next to her as she stares into the camera.

“Don’t you think it is ironic that me, still a rookie is now teaching YOU a few lessons in being consistent and believable Ariana?? I mean seriously, I have not even reached the 12 months in my career as a pro wrestler and I have grown into my own…. To be able to stand on my own two feet. Being welcomed into the most dominant stable in Sin City Wrestling…. Because they see potential in me Ariana… Hell, even CCPE has opened their arms towards POTENTIAL…. Perhaps a difficult for you to grasp Ariana. But that means that the door to my future as a successful wrestler has opened up, waiting for me to knock it down out of its hinges and step through.”

 You see Ariana, I know what I did wrong the last few times we have faced. I know what I must do to outlast you and Kayla Richards before being crowned the NEW Bombshell Internet champion. They often say that you either learn from history, or that history has the tendency to repeat itself… It’s up to me to make sure that to make both of you realize who the tale of the town was during the road to Summer XXXTreme’s Ultimate X over the pool match. And even though I know that both of you are quality pretenders to my throne, it was all ME. The woman that has been trained and educated by the most brilliant minds that has paved the way into this great sport of ours for the likes of US to follow in their footsteps. And even though I know that Kayla is a well-established name by herself, it is YOU Ariana that will have to dwell in your own expectations that YOU put on yourself. Because let’s be honest Ariana, it wasn’t what Kayla did to you to secure the victory. It was what YOU didn’t do take home a W into the victory column and propel yourself into the starting grid of telling to both of us why… and I will rephrase that again Ariana… of telling to BOTH of us WHY you are the one that is destined to walk away with the Bombshell Internet Championship instead of me. But don’t worry to you Ariana as well as our beloved champion. There isn’t a stupid brain that I cannot kick in to cure yourself from the foolishness that is your incapabilities to do what I will be doing… Bringing home another championship belt to the Saviors…. And you two can thank me later for that.”

Melissa gives a wink towards the camera before running her thumb across her throat to signal towards it to cut the recording as the shot fades

Melissa vs. Jessie Salco, the final confrontation: Part two.

The shot opens up as the camera stares at a fireplace burning, there’s an iron fence in front of it that has a family emblem attached to it. The floor is made of dark oak as surrounding the fire place are paintings of some very old people that we do not recognize. The camera expands as we slowly move towards the other side of the living room where we notice Melissa and Whisper seated upon a big time sofa as either of them are holding on to a glass of their favourite whiskey Melissa is wearing a rather long shirt that is clearly from goth and underneath it some casual sweat pants, while Whisper on the other hand is wearing a rather warm sweater and some loose hanging tights.

“Thanks for staying a little bit longer Whisper, it is great to have some company around when Gerrit is doing his thing.”

Melissa is saying as she takes another sip from her glass of whiskey before looking at the fire burning, she and Goth always loved a fireplace as they would cuddle up close to one inside a blanket and spent some romantic time together. He has been very busy as of late, trying to work out the marriage plans for later this year, not wanting to worry her about the whole ordeal and focus on her wrestling career. This causes her to smile before looking over towards Whisper, who just finished her sip from her glass.

“It’s all my pleasure Mel, I just let the boys know that I would be staying here a little bit longer. So if they needed something from me, they at least know where to find me. But how are you holding up dear??”

Melissa sighs, putting the glass up close towards her lips without taking a sip from it as she is thinking. Thinking about the upcoming marriage, wondering what the date will be, what she was going to be wearing, who to ask to be her maid of honour, her final comfrontation with Jessie Salco….

“I’ve felt better to be honest, really been looking forward to spent some romantic time with Gerrit, preparing for my 30 minute Iron Woman match with Jessie. But to be honest?? It’s just been a bore. Gerrit isn’t letting anything go about our marriage, I feel left out on what is supposed to be our most romantic moment in our lives. I….”

She looks over towards Whisper, who is smiling at her and shakes her head.

“I know I’m just rambling on right???”

She says with an embarrassing smile upon her face as she starts to blush, causing Whisper to giggle a little.

“It’s normal sweetie, you want to be involved in your wedding plans. But Gerrit has a point, this match between you and Jessie is the most important one right now. You need to focus, when the moment comes that both of you need to focus on the wedding, you will obviously.”

Melissa sighs of relief at the comment being made by Whisper, she needed Whisper’s point of view on whether it was wrong for her to be so frustrated about this or not. She knew that she could trust Goth, it has always been her dream to have the perfect wedding, that it felt like Goth had taken that away from her.

“I just still feel like I am living on cloud nine, I mean here I am. Not even a year after I debuted Sin City Wrestling. I am engaged to marry arguably the loveliest man that I have ever met. And look at me, I am still complaining.”

Both women giggle at her comment as both of them take a sip from their glasses of whiskey before Melissa turns serious once again.

“I have to admit, I have been quite jealous of Mac, Ken, Kat and even you. All of you are married, some of you even have kids… An I know, what I have with him is so special. But damnit, I just want him to put that ring on it!!!”

Whisper puts her hand in front of her face in order to hide her laughter from Melissa’s remark. Melissa starts to blush as she realizes how much of a fool she had made herself look.

“I’m sorry, I…”

But Whisper waves it off as she puts her glass of Whiskey on the small table next to her, she then turns her attention back to Melissa as she places her arm on the back rest of the sofa and rests her head against her hand.

“It’s just your mind playing tricks on you silly, that’s why I am here. To get your head back to where it should be at.”

Melissa sighs, she knew that Whisper was right. But she didn’t wanted to think about Jessie Salco now, especially not after getting an opportunity to finally talk about her dream wedding, all squashed over a match with someone that she cannot stand.

“Fine….”

Melissa says with annoyance, she wraps her arms around her chest and stares towards the fireplace.

“What is there to say about Jessie? I know she is really pissed off at me for doing what I have done. The constant yadda yadda yadda, that she will teach me a lesson and that I will regret the day that I assaulted Harper.”

Melissa lets out a yawn, clearly bored to be talking about her opponent for the first show in the new year. Whisper grabs the glass of whiskey, takes a sip from it before holding it between her both hands.

“You do realize that here lays the danger right?? You clearly are so fed up with her, that you do not sound focused.”

Whisper holds up her hand towards Melissa, telling her that she isn’t done talking as Melissa was about to interfere.

“You had your chance to talk Melissa, now it is my turn to give you my professional opinion. Because that is what you wanted from me right?? RIGHT???”

Melissa lowers her head in shame as she nods it in confirmation to what Whisper was saying

“Good, because this excuse for a competitor isn’t the Melissa that I know, I wouldn’t even trained you if you had come to me with that mentality and furthermore??”

Melissa looks up at Whisper, wondering why she had suddenly stopped talking

“Knowing the standard that Goth sets himself and others to uphold? He would think that you are a disappointment and a disgrace to him.”

Whisper’s statement hits Melissa hard, she knew that Whisper would always tell her what she was thinking. But she had never expected that what she had to say would be this confronting.

“I…. I don’t know what to say….”

Whisper cocks her head sideways.

“Well it’s about damn time that you start to understand sweetheart, because you are only days away from a possible beatdown. A beatdown that would make you look a complete joke and nobody in this locker room will ever take you seriously. Is that what you were looking for Melissa??? Because that is what you will be looking at this coming Sunday if you don’t get your head out of your stinking ass.”

The confronting words shocks Melissa as she puts her hand towards her mouth in utter shock, this causes the room to become silent for a few moments as Melissa is trying to gather her thoughts on how to refocus upon her confrontation against Jessie Salco, a challenge that SHE had issued in front of the entire world. This causes her to suddenly grind her teeth as her hands slowly turn into fists.

“I sure as hell got something to prove to that bitch….”

Melissa’s reaction causes a smile to emerge upon the face of Whisper as she watches Melissa slowly get up from her spot of the sofa and walks over towards the wine cabinet where Goth and her keep their bottles of wine and other alcoholic bverages. There she grabs a bottle of Glenfidich 26 years grande… an expensive brand of Whiskey that they only would drink from at special occasions. She maintains her focus on the bottle, but refuses to open it as she looks down to the ground.

“I wanted to share this bottle with you tonight, as in a pre celebration to when Gerrit finally allows me into what the hell he is planning. Plus me wanting to celebrate my victory in advance over Jessie, but thanks to you I realize that there’s nothing to be celebrated. And you know what?? I would normally not be okay with putting this bottle back inside this cabinet as it would feel like we are wasting something mighty fine. But for this occasion, I think I will gladly make an exception until after my match this coming Sunday.”

Melissa slowly closes the door to the cabinet after placing the bottle back in it’s original place where she had grabbed it from. She then turns her attention back to whisper with a big time smile upon her face.

“but why don’t we make this evening an enjoyable one nonetheless??”

Melissa walks over towards Whisper as the two toast their glasses that they still had as the hot slowly fades.

What I got in mind, part one.

We see Melissa relaxing on her sofa in the living room, holding the walking cane that Goth had received the other day in her hands. Gently letting her fingers caress the base of the cane while sporting a sinister smile upon her face.

“I got to hand it to Whisper, she sure knows how to hit the right buttons when necessary.”

She places the cane close to her face as she allows the hand grip to run across her cheek from one side to the other before lifting it upwards towards her face once more as she stares at the skull like knob that is in front of her.

“Now I know that Goth had this cane made especially for him, but me and him tend to share interests with each other. And when I first laid my eyes on this cane, I just knew I had to have it between my fingers at least once. And now that I have this lovely artifact in my hands makes me truly understand what he had meant with ultimate power.”

She giggles at her own comment, she squirms her body from left to right while holding the cane seductively between her hands as it slightly touches her body.

“Just the thought of him holding on to this cane would give me the chills, but not in the way you dirty boys and girls would think that I was referring towards.”

She slowly turns her face towards the camera as she lifts it upwards from resting on the sofa a few moments ago, staring into the lens as her hair is falling partially before her eyes.

”The fear upon your eyes are easily revealing the simple thoughts of me wanting to bash the brains in from our poor little Jessie, to fuel a line of accusations that I would be unable to beat Jessie upon my own…. That I need distractions, foreign objects and trickery to outsmart our beloved Jessie….”

“Just like I needed to harass those who were the closest to her, to show recklessness and perhaps even a sign of desperation upon my part. All excuses to get one particular fashion that is oh so important in the game of wrestling…. And for all of you that are such wrestling marks, I was referring to the essence of playing mind games. But at least I do hope that Jessie knows that I am not the type of cat that merely plays??? Because I do love to extract my claws when I feel the need to scratch…. ”

Slowly Melissa sits upwards while letting the cane run through her fingers before the other end would touch the floor under her own two feet, she looks at the camera with a pouting look

“You do not mind if I scratched a few times do you Jessie??? It’s what happens when I truly get all excited and that I just cannot contain myself… It’s just that scratching sensation that I just want to rip out the eyes out of your sockets and stare into the emptiness where your eyes once were.”

“I have always been told that the eyes are the window to the soul, a statement that is very true. The question remains though is whether you truly want to open up your soul Jes? Do you? Do you have the confidence to bear yourself for the world to watch what truly hides behind that pretty face of yours??”

Melissa turns her head sideways, pushing the hair that got stuck in front of her eyes out of the way and allows the coldness to be revealed for the camera to zoom in on.

“You see people, Jessie carries a secret with her. A painful memory that she has to bear for the rest of her life until she finally decides to retire or dies, yet she has kept all of this inside her in a dark place in her soul. It’s the self-defence mechanism of someone that does not want to open up to the world who he or she truly is… Right Jess???”

“And don’t worry Jess, I will understand for you not to acknowledge my rhetorical question, because there is no answer that you can think off that would make things any better… is there??”

She lets her fingers trace up and down Goth’s walking cane, her long fingernails sends shivers down her spine as it comes in contact with the cold fabric from the lifeless object.

“I know that you will be seated upon the edge of your seat, nearly foaming from the mouth from the accusation that you will prepare yourself for to tell that it is nothing more than a lie. Because let’s be honest for a change Jess, you are good at that aren’t you?? The mere fact that you had to swallow your pride for acknowledging the fact there’s an irony for someone like you asking another woman when to quit?? And then you speakyou’re your victorious route at High Stakes XII where you put your body through hell to end a feud….. That one part of your enjoyable monologue made me realize something that you did not mentioned afterwards Jess…. That you knew that you would not be able to compete in another war against me for a final time…. Quite astonishing to suddenly see the light amongst those dark eyes that is the mirrors to your soul Jess…. Incapable of understanding that someone wants something what you wanted….. because you said it yourself, it was a mere fluke win when YOU COULD NOT WIN THAT ROULETTE TITLE… your words Jess, not mine. So what did you do?? You went out and got yourself another match, why Jess?? Was it so unbearable to see that a rookie would just beat you?? No matter how close or how dominating the victory could be?? Because in the end… the result remains, the result bears exactly that what you couldn’t comprehend… a loss to a rookie.”

“But let’s look deeper into the truth behind those lifeless eyes that desperately try to hide your soul. You say that I was a thorn into your side?? Interesting concept, because lets be honest my sweet delusional friend. There wasn’t a day that I could not wake up without having Jessie Salco wet herself over the routine duty of educating newcomes like yours truly…. In the hope that we would listen to her as brainless like any other dumb cunt that apparently has a peanut for a brain. You see Jess, I have already competed at a high level before joining the wresting world and already have grown something that you cannot handle… AN OPINION!!! You had to come out to the highest of high in my career and tried to demolish me into the lowest of the low…. And you are asking yourself whether I knew when I have had enough??? Are you joking me??”

She starts to shake her head as she starts to laugh in a deranged way before suddenly stare into the camera after snapping out of her mindset.

“I never give up Jess, the sheer luck victory over you was actually the greatest achievement at that point in my career…. And you belittle it as if it was just another Climax Control main event match… something that I had never experienced before, that i did not know what it would be like under the pressure of the spotlights.... right??? Why ’on't you just tell it like it is Jess?? You underestimated me and that’s the only reason that you needed another rematch right?? RIGHT!!!! Oh come on Jess, it’s quite obvious that you have been running around like a little child, screaming at her parents that you need a new toy until they get a migraine from your bitching and just gave you three.”

“And then there was my request, similar intentions?? Oh yeah, I felt that I should have won… and you know why Jess?? Not because I felt embarrassed, but because I already have done so in a Roulette rules match that YOU claimed that I could not compete in… That I could beat you in your type of match…, that I already had proved it before…. And you outbested me Jess…. And I applaud you, but you can’t tell me that you take pride in just accepting the fact that you clawed yourself out of the mud again in order to just breathe?? Because if that’s the only thing that you care about…, then you are in trouble for sure.”

“But before I do.., you just have to wait a little bit longer…. Because I don’t want to spoil the surprise like a Jessie Salco match…. Full of expectations and unable to deliver…. See you until then Jess…”

Melissa winks towards the camera as we will have to wait until later on what Melissa has on her mind for Jessie Salco.

Preparation

We see Melissa kicking the living hell out of the punching bag as her intensity can be seen on her face, her hair is pulled up in a knot as she spins around and hits a back elbow before finishing the workout. She stands there soaking wet from her own sweat, breathing heavily before turning her attention towards the bottle of water and takes several long sips from it. She wipes her head with the back of her wrist band around from her left arm and takes a final sip from the bottle of water before turning her attention towards the treadmill, working on her cardio for the up and coming 30 minute Iron Woman match against Jessie Salco. Her latest talk the other day with Whisper has gathered her the extra motivation to get some extra work iot her preparation to destroy her opponent in the way that she had wanted to do at High Stakes. She starts to enter the workout for that day that she and Whisper had prepared for her and starts to run, turning the music upwards as she listens to some of Type O Negative, her favourite band.

We see Goth enter the work out room as Melissa has been running on the treadmill for fifteen minutes now. He stops, takes a few moments to admire the woman that he loves so much. Thinking back to the promise that he had made towards her that he would work on the marriage arrangements so that she could prepare for her match. He had come to the conclusion that he had made a mistake of letting her out of the whole arrangements, but started to smile as he knew that he had some good news for her on that given subject. Goth grabs his towel and bottle and walks over towards the treadmill next to the one that Melissa is on, placing the bottle in the bottle holder and starts to enter the digits upon his warmup run for the next ten minutes before he starts his workout.

Melissa notices Goth has gotten on the treadmill next to her as he prepares for a warmup run before his workout, she admittedly smiles to herself as she was glad to see him again. But that feeling quickly gets overshadowed by the mere thought of his promise towards her, causing her to turn her attention towards the screen in front of her as she allows her mind to get caught with the music as Type O Negative’s cover version of Neil Young’s Cinnamon Girl hits on her earbuds as her focus causes her face to tighten up even more. Her jawline is clearly visible as it shows her annoyance with him.

Another fifteen minutes passes as Melissa finally stops with her workout on the treadmill, the alarm clock goes off as the device slowly moves into the cooldown procedure, she grabs her bottle of water and gladly swallows the majority of the remainder of the content from the bottle before letting out a sigh of relief after pulling the bottle away from her lips. She wipes the sweat off her brow before turning her attention towards where Goth may have turned to for his workout. Even though she was happy that he didn’t interrupted her workout, she still felt the need to get in his face and tell him the truth about his decision. She finally notices him standing in front of the mirror as he works on some exercises with the dumbbells. She gets off the treadmill after the cooldown has ended and slowly approaches Goth. She knew that she could have just walked over towards the shower and just ignore the man that she loves, but just like she had told Jessie the other day that she isn’t afraid for confrontations. And this is just exactly what she needed, a confrontation with the man that she respected the most.

“Gerrit? We need to talk.”

Goth continues with his workout until the session has ended, he walks over towards the spot where he had grabbed the dumbbells and returns them to their spot before turning his attention towards Melissa. Placing his hands upon his hips as she stares at him in his sleeveless shirt, admitting to herself that he looks rather attractive. She mentally shakes her as she does not want to drift off from the her intended point that she wanted to get across with him. She gets in his face and stares him into his eyes for a few moments as Goth starts to stammer.

“Mel, I know you…”

“Shut the fuck up Gerrit, you better listen to me. I don’t know how in the hell you tricked me into letting YOU handle the plans for our marriage. But next time that you think you are going to plan anything remotely romantic. I…”

“Then I guess you aren’t interested in the perfect marriage plans imaginable… I guess I will have to cancel all the plans that I had in mind then.”

“You better….., what did you say???”

Melissa all of the sudden looks stunned at the now grinning face of Goth, who apparently had seen this coming and now is enjoying the clueless look on Melissa as she tries to understand what is going on.

“You are telling me that……. What???”

Goth smiles as he nods his head towards her .

“Well I thought I could have surprised you later today with the great news, but I guess you aren’t interested anymore what I was going to tell you. So if you excuse me? I’m going to cancel anything that I had planned, so that we can talk about all the ideas that you have in mind. So I will call them right now, if you excuse me??”

Goth is about to grab his cell phone as Melissa snaps out of her shocked state and grabs it out of his hands.

“Are you out of your freaking mind??? You are going to tell me eery single freaking detail, or so help me God!!!”

Goth can’t help himself but laugh as he stares at the desperation etched upon the face of Melissa, who has grabbed his cell phone and has her arms wrapped across her chest waiting for his answer. He finally gives in, raising his hands in the air as an apologetic gesture from his part.

“Okay, okay… I understand that you are slightly upset. I”

“SLIGHTLY UPSET??!!!! Why you!!!!”

Melissa is about to deliver a punch towards Goth, who sidesteps and wraps his powerful arms around her upper body. Preventing Melissa for another opportunity to hit him in the face while forcing her to listen to him.

“Forgive me Melissa, but you leave me no other choice. But I have  talked to the owners of Sin City Wrestling, where I have asked them to marry you at this years Summer XXXtTreme…. ”

“Why you…, how could….. you???”..

Melissa’s resistance slowly subsides as his words start to sink in, causing her to look over her shoulder towards his grinning face with a look of utter shock.


“You mean???”

“Yes, that is exactly what I mean. On the week where the bosses book a cruise ship for the Summer XXXTreme supershow will be the night that where I will ask you to marry me.. Or are you still upset???”

Melissa still feels the anger of him arranging the plans for their wedding behind her back, but steadily the feeling of joy comes over her as this was even better than what she ever could come up with. Tears are slowly starting to pour from her eyes as Goth lets go off her, Melissa immediately turns around and falls into his arms and starts to kiss him from sheer joy.

“Does this mean that you still want me to cancel all the arrangements??”

The teasing words causes Melissa to scowl as she punches him in the arm, this causes him to lift up his hands in surrender before the two burst out in laughter.

“You are so wonderful Gerrit, I’m so sorry for ever doubting you.”

She says as Goth wipes the tears from her eyes before leaning in and plants a kiss on her lips, the two stand there holding each other in a loving embrace before Melissa finally lets go off him.

“Thank you Gerrit, I love you.”

“I love you too Mel.”

The share a final kiss before Melissa grabs her stuff and heads towards the showers as her workout has ended. She stops and turns around as she reaches the entrance to the gym and looks over her shoulder towards Goth for a final time.

“Just to let you know big boy, there will be a special surprise waiting for you after you return home later on.”

She gives Goth a sexy wink before walking off as the shot slowly fades.

What I got in mind, part two.

We return to Melissa who is her and Goth’s bedroom inside their bed, using her tablet to scroll through websites for wedding dresses, really excited about the whole situation of Goth wanting to marry her at this years Summer XXXTreme extravaganza. She looks at some of the more traditional white wedding dresses, before turning her attention to some of the more alternative dresses of different colouring or fabrics.

“Nah, I prefer to stick with the old school white. I don’t think Goth would get a heart attack if I came out looking like Catwoman.”

She giggles after staring at a black leather wedding dress, but she moves on to the next line of dresses. Her eye catches a line that could be associated as a more fairy tale line. Dresses that young girls would die for as they resemble that of princesses, other dresses resemble a more elf like characteristic style that Melissa did admire, but realizes that it wasn’t for her. She sighs as she keeps strolling through the dresses without being able to make a decision.

“Why are all these dresses so beautiful???”

She says as we can see her eyes move up and down across the screen of her tablet. Causing her to suddenly shake her head and close her eyes for a few moments, giving them some rest from the constant staring to the small sized screen. She decides to place the tablet on Goth’s pillow next to her, he had gotten out of bed early because he had some dealings to do. This gave her some time to at least give herself an idea what kind of dresses are out there and the prices that are attached to them.

“I think I should call the girls, to see if they are interested to go window shopping for wedding dresses.”

She giggles at her own suggestion, she hadn’t seen some of them in a while and she wanted to call them to come over for window shopping. She start to send out some messages towards Kat, Chloe, Kim and Whisper to see if they are all interested before turning her attention back to the tablet to search for some more dresses as one particular dress caught her eye. It was one I the line of princesses with a beautiful veil that would cover her perfectly. That was something that she had always dreamt about ever since being a young girl. She sighs, wondering how the moment would be when she would finally arrive next to Goth’s side and have him push the veil over her head and reveal her face. The thought causes butterflies to fly through her stomach as she closes her eyes and softly bites her lip. She remains like this for a few moments when she suddenly gets awoken out of her daydream by the first response to her text message as her phone starts to ring, she quickly grabs her cell phone and looks at the otification that it is Kat Jones that is calling her.

“Hi baby girl, yeah it’s finally going to happen.”

Silence.

“We haven’t picked a date yet, but he has asked Christian and Mark if we could do it during the Summer XXXTreme Pay Per View on the cruise ship. Isn’t that romantic?”

There’s another moment of silence as she listens to the response from Kat Jones. The two chit chat a little bit longer before Melissa is about to hang up again.

“Okay baby girl, we will pick a date that everyone is available and we will go shopping!!!!”

She hangs up happily as she looks satisfied towards the tablet that is still showing the wedding dress. She suddenly notices the camera crew and giggles

“I guess the cat is out of the back huh?? Yup, we finally know when… or at least around what period me and Gerrit are going to say yes to each other. And to do it in front of all of our family members, friends, co-workers and even you fans out there… Well that’s just amazing. To go back to the spot where I had my first real success by obtaining my first championship belt, only this time I know that Jessie Salco won’t interfere in the wedding procedures and wants to take my fiancé away.”

She giggles a bit more, slowly stepping out of the bed as we see her walk over towards the closet where she puts on a morning coat around the nightie that she was wearing. She slowly walks over towards the doorway of their bedroom and turns her head back towards the camera crew before leaving

“Are you guys going to stay there, or are you going to join me and hear what more I got to say???”

She walks towards the hallway on her bare feet, enjoying the warmth coming from certain areas of the house due to the floor heating that has been installed during its creation. She walks over towards the living room and moves straight towards the kitchen as she makes herself a smoothie to eat.

“Hmmm, this is so delicious. If beating Jessie Salco this Sunday would be anywhere near as satisfying as this smoothie? Then I think I need to reconsider to make this a best out of seven series.”

She giggles as she slowly turns around and leans her elbows against the bar that has been created in order for everyone from the Saviors to either eat at the bar or at the dinner table a bit further down the kitchen. She takes her time eating from the smoothie before placing it on the bar next to her after finishing it, staring into the camera with an smug smile on her face.

“Now I know I recently kept you all in suspense after breaking off my intentional thoughts  upon my dear good friend Jessie. And I have to admit, in the past I have been focussing more often on the things that annoyed me about her. That I forgot to actually learn something from her. And it was quite ironic that she mentioned the thing that when do the youngsters start to learn when to quit?? And in some aspect of life, you DO hae to learn where your limitations are… where your strengths outweighs your weaknesses. And for these words of wisdom I must thank you Jessie, thank you for giving me an eye opener. But sadly for you, it is not for the same reasons as your intentional direction.”

“You see Jess, I have learned far more from defeat than victory. My defeat against Ariana, my defeat against you… And then there were the defeats against the Bombshell World champion Masque and Bea Barnhart in a mixed tag team championship. And you know what the lessons were that I have learned??? Two out of the four matches were that I was beaten by two better wrestlers at that given moment, but the other two were because of YOU Jessie. And we both know the reasons behind it, I have already picked your brain about it about Mason Harper…. And you had put it so elegantly, that it changed from business to personal.”

“And I have learned a thing or two from your past Jessie, from your old rivalries that you mentioned oh so many times. Except forgetting one…. And I wonder why that was Jess? Was it perhaps because it was personal?? Was it because one friend betrayed another?? And who was it that pushed the envelope to the very limit?? I’m sure that it was you wasn’t it Jessie?? Oh yes, you and Amy Marshall. The infamous Metal & Punk combination right?? It sure as hell wasn’t business and I’m sure as hell am aware that Amy has always been YOUR thorn in your side before I changed all of that now hasn’t it?? But you know what Jess? I’m no longer that foolish and naïve woman that thought that indeed I could beat anyone just by stepping foot inside that six sided ring. I took the Bombshell World champion out, just like I have done to so many others out there. And all you can boast about is because you caused me a victory. Is that what you believe that will grant you free access to outclass me in this 30 minute Iron woman match?? Oh please, it would make your credibility look as simplistic as The Orlando Magic winning ten straight matches in the NBA and win the championship title in the Playoffs. You claim that my attack on Mason was intended to be personal??”

She shakes her head as she walks over to the sink and turns on the water to clean up the glass before turning back towards the camera.

“I could have cared less if it was Mason Harper, or whether it was some janitor that so happened to be turning around the corner. Or hell, Ariana or any of the other dumb bitch girlfriends that you have garnered throughout the years. You see, you are the one that still lives with the whole notion what happened between you and Amy, scared that you will ever get back to that level of distrust and hatred for each other. You are afraid that one day Krystal, Ariana hell even the fucking Superhero bimbo’s of Roxi and Keira will tur their backs towards you for what YOU have done. And to have seen you get oh so worked over for a mere trainee?? Priceless, if I had known that this would have been so easy?? I would have done it starting from day one. Because for you it is personal, you are already filled with hatred and the need to extract revenge for what I have done to Mason Harper. While for me, it was just another chapter in the story that is How Melissa took down the Hall of Famer Jessie Salco. Using her own stupidity, her own gullible nature against her. because you could have taken the easy road out Jessie… you said it yourself, you already assumed it was over.”

“That was your first mistake in this final chapter between us Jess, the first that you soon followed by many more. You wanted to know why I had chosen for the radio silence Jess? Don’t you get it?? It has been the plan since ay one, since you beat me in that match of yours… I went back to the drawing board and saw where I went wrong.. That’s right Jessie!! I learned!! I educated myself in the three simple steps of how to take down Jessie Salco… First to tickle your pride, then I take down your dignity by assaulting poor little Harper… and the final step Jess? To watch you spout out as if you have been the head of the Discovery Channel and have read every single fucking book that Sigmund Freud has ever written.”

“I have to admit though, that quoting something was really the icing on the cake Jess. Because let’s face it Jess. If I am allowed to quote something far more recently that makes a lot more sense than your entire repertoire of promo’s have ever been throughout the ten plus years that you have been breathing down the necks of every other Bombshell out here…. ”

Melissa smirks as she suddenly starts to quote something rather popular.

“ Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah”

“And even though this is just a song, it embodies exactly what New York is all about Jessie… It embodies exactly what I am all about… and I’ll be damned if I walk to the back after the first show of the new year a loser. Because that word does no longer exist in my vocabulary. Congratulations Jessie, you once had my number…. But your existence is going to be a downward spiral from now on. Because you will find out what I hae been doing since I have issued the challenge against you Jess… YOU will find out why YOU interrupting in two matches that I could have won easily was nothing more than a mere shrug of the shoulders as I move on. Because I look at the bigger picture, I was looking for January 15th, 2023… The night where YOU and I will go into a war that will last for thirty minutes of pure wrestling time…. Where endurance is the KEY, where the clear minded individual has got the momentum over the other… And we can both agree on one thing can’t we Jess?? That I am a predator that stalks its prey when it’s at its weakest, when it least expects…. And in the weeks prior to this showdown I have already struck so many times that the venom has already set in… your mind is delusional and all I have to do is to finish the job what I started with challenging you for this match… To end the career of one Jessie Salco… A hell of a career…. And starting on January 15th, 2023…. It will be the beginning of the end…. And theI see you this coming Sunday Jessie…. ”

Melissa winks towards the camera as she walks off and the shot slowly fades to darkness

Melissa vs. Jessie Salco, the final confrontation: Part one.

It’s night at the house outside the busy city of Las Vegas, outside the walls that surrounds the couple of acers of land that the Saviors had bought. There is sounds of howling in the wind to be heard from a far distance away from the woman that we have come to recognize as Melissa, the Lady Goth. She is dressed up in a 1970’s type of evening gown dress, all in black with only parts of skin showing from her shoulders and around her neck. Her neck is tied up in a bun as she stares across the acers of land towards a burning fire in front of her to keep her warm somehow.

“Care for a drink?”

Melissa looks up, revealing her loving eyes turning towards the voice of the man that she is engaged to marry. We see Goth emerge from behind the camera, dressed in his Armani pants and a white buttoned down shirt while carrying two whiskey glasses in his hands. He hands her a whiskey glass containing the alcoholic beverage, while putting the other to his lips as it contains his orange juice.

Melissa stares at him before placing the glass gently to her lips as she opens her mouth to sip from the liquid that he had handed over to her. Her fingers carefully wrapped around the underside of the glass in order to support it as she turns her attention back to the fire in front of them.

“It’s a wonderful evening Gerrit, it’s so peaceful out here.”

She says with a smile upon her face, even though she wished that the entire ground surrounding the house were already in the finishing stages of the plans that Goth and the others had thought off before buying this piece of land. Goth has slowly walked up to the edge of the porch that Melissa was seated, grabbing a log of wood before walking over to the fire that is contained by a outdoor fireplace created by white stone. Melissa looks at the engulfment of the wood by the fire as the flames immediately rises for a moment into the darkness.

Goth remains standing in front of the fireplace for a few moments before turning back to his fiancé, she notices for the first time that he was actually wearing a tie. It wasn’t the first time that she had seen him wearing one, but that was only when they went out on dates or official appearances for Sin City Wrestling, but never in private moments. She shrugs it off, not thinking about it for now as she takes another sip from her favourite brand of whiskey that Goth had imported for her only a few days ago. Causing her to close her eyes and let her tongue trail over her lips to taste some of the liquid that remained there.

“You look so beautiful Mel.”

She slowly reopens her eyes as his voice had snapped her out of the memory that she was having due to the whiskey, staring towards his dark appearance as his long black hair has fallen semi in front of his eyes. But she can tell the passion burning from his eyes as he was gazing back at her with the look of love that she had known from him oh so well since they had started dating.

“You look rather handsome yourself stud, going somewhere official???”

She asks as she cocks her head a little to the left as she lets her left hand touch her cheek, wiping some of the sand away that had blown into her face. He chuckles before lowering his face for a moment, turning his gaze towards the fireplace. The smile had quickly turned into one of seriousness before turning his attention back towards her.

“I have been thinking, about me and the Saviors. About the direction that we all should go into and feel the need for a change. I got something to talk about with them in a few moments, I just wanted to check in on you first because it may take a while.”

Melissa nods her head, she had gotten used to this side of him since joining Sin City Wrestling. She was happy to know that Whisper was coming over to spend some time with her and the others, making her stay at least not a boring one. Goth walks over towards her as he plants a kiss on her forehead, she raises her hand towards his cheek and scratches her nails against his skin. She pulls him closely towards her as she plants a small kiss on his lips and winks at him before he starts to walk off.

“Business talks again??”

Sounds a familiar female voice after Goth had walked out of her sights, this causes her to smile while nodding her head.

“Yeah, Gerrit was even wearing a tie. So I guess it will be very important.”

Melissa smiles as she takes another sip from her glass of whiskey, she turns her face towards where the sound came from as we see Whisper standing in the door entrance of the house. She is wearing a white dress, completely complimented by white high heel shoes and some amazing jewelry. She herself is holding a glass of whiskey in her hand as she sits down next to Melissa as the two start to do some chit chat.

“How has the Christmas break been treating you two??”

Whisper asks, causing Melissa to stare into the burning flames in front of them and think back at their stay here since the final climax Control had gone off the air.

“It went well I suppose…,”

This causes Whisper to raise an eyebrow at the comment made by Melissa, who sighs and shrugs

“We both needed some time to recharge, we both felt that we let ourselves down at the last few shows. Him losing the Internet title, me the whole issue with Jessie….”

Just the mentioning of Jessie Salco’s name causes her face to turn frustrated, lifting the glass of whiskey to her mouth and empties the remainder in one swift move. Placing the glass next to her on the small table besides the bench that she was seated upon causes it to tremble underneath the impact of the move as well as not being fastened to the floor correctly. Melissa lowers her head as she places her hands on either side of her face while staring to her own two feet.

“I am starting to get really annoyed with that fucking bitch Whisper, parading like she is fucking Mother Theresa or something. She keeps sticking her stinking head into my business, but that is all going to end in a few weeks.”

“So that’s why you attacked Mason Harper? Out of frustration??”

Melissa is silent for a moment, letting the words sink in while struggling to find the right answer. Struggling with mixed feelings about the recently inducted Hall of Famer, causing her to grit her teeth for a few moments until letting out a sigh. She looks back up towards Whisper and we see tears emerge upon her face for the very first time.

“It’s not like I wanted to do it, I….”

She shakes her head and throws a hand gesture towards Whisper.

“But what do you know??”

This causes Whisper to raise an eyebrow, she puts the glass to her mouth to take another sip before placing it on another table on her side of the bench. Crossing her arms as she stares at the former Bombshell Roulette champion.

“Of course, what do I know??? Seriously Melissa? Do you want to go there with me??”

Melissa sighs, realizing that she isn’t going to win this one and lifts her hands in an apologetic way towards the woman that had been training her along with Goth since her wrestling career started.

“I am sorry, you are right. And yeah, I attacked Harper, not because I got anything against the young girl. But I couldn’t stand to see that bitch manipulate someone else. But I knew that if I wanted to get under her skin that I had to do something drastic, to make her feel vulnerable for the very first time. And that’s why I came up with the idea of beating down Harper, to make her realize that in the sports of wrestling that there’s more than just merely competing inside that six sided ring. That there are women out there that are willing to blatantly injure someone to get ahead, so when you come to think about it Whisper?? I did her a favour.”

Whisper remains calm while she listens to the continuation rant of Melisssa.

“That’s right, I did her a favour. I taught her a more viable lesson than Jessie could have done, the one that had promised her parents that she would watch over her. I guess Jessie still doesn’t understand that you cannot make promises that she cannot keep.”

A confident smirk emerges upon Melissa’s face as she by now is getting more confident in herself

“Now I understand that to some this may come across as I am a heartless individual Whisper, but we both know that this is far from the reality.”

She sighs as she looks at the fireplace and allows her thoughts to drift off, the glow of the flames glistens in the reflection of her eyes as her gaze darkens.

“I thought when Gerrit and me set foot inside this place that my mindset would improve, but I have sleepless nights Whisper. I wake up at night, bathing in swaat and all I can see is HER.”

We see a tear crawl down her right cheek, she quickly wipes it away with her right hand as she does not want to show a sign of weakness.

“I know people have their opinions ready about me for what I have done to Harper, something that I will gladly accept. But does that make me a bad person Whisper?? Does that make me that evil woman?? And Jessie Salco a saint???”

Whisper can be seen taking another sip from her glass of whiskey before turning her attention back towards Melissa

“Depends on what you are talking about Melissa?”

Melissa slowly gets up from the bench, she walks past the camera as she heads towards a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of whiskey, there she pours some of it in the glass before turning around and leans against the cabinet. She takes a sip from her glass and stares back towards Whisper.

“What I am talking about?? That’s a good question, what AM I talking about??”

She closes her eyes takes another sip from her glass as her thoughts drifts off….

July 7th, 2022

“The winner of the match and NEWWW Bombshell Roulette Champion!!! Melissa!!!!!”

The camera’s turn towards Melissa who does a celebratory cannonball into the water once her win is confirmed and swims to the shore where her proud fiancé Goth is waiting for her! Whilst a dejected Kayla swims off to dry off they are greeted by a third figure though her congratulations is less sincere.

“Jessie Salco is mockingly applauding the new champion!!”

“They've butted heads recently so yeah, there's some bad blood there!”

Jessie says nothing as she finishes her applause merely pointing to the title that Melissa just won and mouthing "good luck defending it” before walking off to let Melissa have her moment.

Backstage


We see Melissa enter her locker room, fully enraged over what had happened a few moments ago as Jessie had made her presence felt. She throws the towel that she was wearing in the corner of the locker room before dropping the championship belt on Goth’s sofa. She continues to walk ahead before turning around as she starts to pace around while holding her head in her hands

“DAMNIT!!! WHY IN THE HELL DID SHE HAVE TO SHOW UP!!!!”

The anger is visible upon her face as she pushes her wet hair out of her face, her makeup is  completely ruined as she keeps on shouting inside the locker room as Goth enters. The veteran stares there, knowing full well that it is better to allow her to unleash her frustration before interrupting her. Melissa finally stops near a table, placing her hands on the edge of the table while taking deep breaths to calm her down. She looks over her shoulder and sees the man that she loves standing there patiently

“Aren’t you supposed to say something??”

Goth slowly moves towards the spot where her championship belt is resting against, lifts it up in the air and walks over towards the annoyed Melissa.

“You do realize that you have beaten several of the best that the bombshell Roulette division has to offer right??”

Melissa rolls her eyes as she is about to respond to him, but he motions to be quiet.

“Do you see the name of who has held this belt before you Mel?? Kat Jones, do you think she would love to see how you treated this championship??”

“No, but…,”

“No, you listen to me. What Jessie did to you was uncalled for, so what?? Are you going to sit here and cry about it?? Or are you going to do something about it.”

Melissa looks at him as she lets the words sink into her mind and realizes that he has got a point as he continues to talk.

“I have been in the game for over 20 years now, I have won world titles and have lost it the week after. I have had people beat the living shit out of me and Fang after a gruelling tag team title defence after a 30 minute match. And did I get upset?? You damn right I got upset, but then you pick up the slack and make sure that you bury who did that to you.”

He lifts the championship belt right in front of her face, causing Melissa to stare at the championship belt that she had won around ten minutes ago. The water is still dripping off the championship from the moment that she had fallen into the water with it. She grabs the leather strap and holds the belt in her hands, the championship that once was in possession of her friend and stable mate. This causes her to cry for the very first time as the realization sinks in that she has indeed won her first championship belt. Goth wraps his arms around her, guiding her wet hair against his chest as she rests her head against him while continuing to cry.

“I have got to prepare for my match Mel, but I just want you to know… I am very proud of you.”

He gives her a soft kiss on the forehead before relinquishing the hold that he has on her. She smiles at him before watching him leave the room. She looks down at the championship belt again, feeling the pride glowing within her as she slowly places the championship belt across her shoulder. She looks at it before walking over towards he mirror in the dressing room, admiring herself in the reflection for a few moments. The confident smile slowly vanishes as she moves her face closer towards the mirror and reveals an angry look.

“You dared to ruin my most proud moment in my short wrestling career Jessie, I promise you. One day, I will hit you where it hurts you the most.”

An evil smile emerges upon her face before slowly walking off as the shot slowly fades.

“My perspective, part one:”

“It’s been a while that I could share my story with you, but will you opt in to listen?? Some like a romantic tale, a heroic tale, or for those who like it extra bloodied a horror tale??” 

“some are capable to understand that stories do not always tend to end in the way of the hero, the knight in shining armour. But towards the one that bites its time, plotting his one moment to shine and take down everything that you have worked so hard for to create. To stare desperation into its dark eyes and realize that your time to perish has come. You just haven’t figured it out.”

Present Day.

Melissa is seen walking through the desert, she is dressed in a white dress and a big hat to prevent the sun to shine too much into her eyes. She is holding a bottle of water in her left hand to prevent her from dehydration as she stares into the emptiness of that what is ahead of her. Melissa is being watched by Goth, who is seated upon a few rocks several miles away in case that if something should to happen that he could assist her.

Melissa stops as she approaches a dirtroad that has sprung off from the highway that can be seen a bit further away if you look closely. She looks down and notices a broken down toy doll laying on the side of the road, they toy doll by the looks of it must have been there for a quite some time as the original colour has all been faded away. She drops down to her knees in order for her to grab hold of the toy, she investigates it before slowly getting back to her feet once more.

“I wonder who has been so careless to just drop a doll like this out of a moving car???”

She whispers to herself as she turns it around, noticing that the wool stuffing that supposedly had to be inside of it is nearly gone and is replaced by nothing more than sand that is falling back upon the ground. She stares at the face, noticing that one button is missing that supposed to be the left eye as well as some strands of hair. She gently squeezes in the fabric of the doll as it slowly deteriorates in front of her eyes.

”It’s only my guess that the child who owned this doll had simply thrown it away, merely because she was tired of it. It’s nothing new, nowadays if something breaks down… we just simply buy something new. Parents that spend how much money on keeping their spoiled brats of children satisfied. Merely because they are no longer used to withstand the whining of their children, unable to deal with kids that will start rolling around on the ground and use fake crying to torment their parents…. All for a mere new toy, a computer game or whatever it is these days that keeps these brats satisfied.”

Melissa studies the lifeless toy a little bit longer, recognizing by the craftsmanship that must have been spent to create a doll like this makes her realize that this is a toy that has withstood the test of time for quite a while. She holds it close to her face for a final time before tossing it aside her as she walks on.

“Kids these days have it all, advanced computer games, cell phones that allows them to do whatever they want, etcetera etcetera. And if they get bored with something, they just look at their parents and ask… no, I mean demand whatever it is that they want. And you know why?? Because they are used to get whatever they want. How things have changed over the years huh?? I remember how I had to save money, have a newspaper route or whatever it was that you could do to make some extra money. Not these kids, it’s a classic case of parents regretting the day that took on the philosophy that kids these days shouldn’t have to endure what they went through.”

She turns around and stares at her fiancé, who is reading an old book as he waits for Melissa to return so that they could go home again. She smirks as she shakes her head before turning her attention back to the dirt road.

“Don’t get me wrong, wealth is just as a fascinating context as in living in New York, New York. I mean the classic song already says it all doesn’t it?? If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere?? And all you so called parents believe you have made it…. Just because you got a nice job, an expensive car upon the driveway of your fancy crib?? “

“And for those who do not know, that’s slang for your house.”

She chuckles as she walks past the dirt road, not wanting to cross it as you never know wat may suddenly emerge from out of nowhere.

“I remember a game I used to play with other children when I was young., I don’t know if kids in this country play the same game or if it is merely a game from the Netherlands. But we would call it I see, I see. You would look around you and take something in your mind before telling the other participant: “I see, I see what you cannot see. And it is…. “ And then you mention a colour. And then they have to guess what you had seen in order to secure their turn in order to make you guess. A very old and simple game, yet very affective in making you take notice what is going on around you. Something that these days does not happen all too often.”

“These days kids play a different game, Whatever I see, is whatever I want. To the point that when you set them in front of the television, safest bet is that they see something that they will fall in love with and want to do it themselves when growing up. And there lays the problem when it comes down to people like Jessie Salco. Now before all of you adoring fans of the Metal granny, I didn’t say that Jessie is a child. I wasn’t implying that whatever Jessie sees, is whatever Jessie wants. Although we have all seen a contradicting evidence that would make you believe differently… right Jessie?? But no, I am referring to the lack of Jessie’s capabilities to be aware at all times what is going on around you. The lack of taking responsibilities for the youth these days in their promise to watch over them while growing up.”

“Now I am aware that I am hitting a painful subject for you Jessie, it’s called taking responsibilities for your actions. And when it comes down to the screaming and demanding little kid that is called Mason Harper…. I have to disappoint you, but you have failed. Now of course, we shouldn’t forget the fact that Jessie is not Harper’s parent. So I guess we should give her some slack for being a lousy adult. But please Jessie, how many documentaries haven’t you see on National Geographic Wild that when a parent leaves it’s younglings to hunt for food, that they always run the risk that another predator will steal them away and eat them?? You know, the one with such a lovely nest of pinguins or any other stinking bird getting devoured?? Makes me wonder, how many times did you even contemplate the thought that you could have left Harper alone for just a second???”

Melissa smirks as she shakes her head in disbelief.

“Now of course, human beings have the capability to look after themselves, we urge them to stand upon their own two feet and able to defend themselves at a certain age… Right?? But of course, Harper was and still is a trainee. A non-competing talent that still needs to learn the “Ropes” so they say. They need to be protected, nurtured and fed until the day comes that they can spread their wings and enter the wild life reservation that is called Sin City Wrestling Jessie… What were you thinking Jess?? The first word in the wrestling company we work for does say it all doesn’t it?? Sin?? But I guess I may be just a little bit too harsh upon you to accuse you from thinking that you could take Harper out of her comfort zone for your version of taking the kids to work day…. And what happened then Jess?? I tell you what happened, it backfired upon you hasn’t it???”

“You are incapable of taking responsibilities for your own actions, although I am pretty sure that you will all blame it upon little old me huh?? Classic Jessie, the I have never done anything wrong routine is getting as old as your own ring gear sweetheart. You see, what I have done to Harper is just a sample sized example what I intend to do to you. And let’s just overlook the emotional connection that we both have with Harper, because we both know how much I care for her… Right???”

The smile upon her face grows even larger, she takes off the hat from her head and use it to wave it in front of her face as she continues to stare into the distance.

“Oh no wait, that wasn’t Harper, that was Chloe. How quickly you forget or mistake one for another innocent girl doesn’t it Jessie? I hope you have suffered enough, I hope you have endured enough retaliation from her parents, from her friends and those who told you that you weren’t responsible for Harper!! Because let’s get one thing perfectly clear Jessie, because I know you will bring it up that it is all my fault… You were the one responsible for her, you had promised her parents to take her under your wing…. And you did this to her Jessie… YOU did.”

“And knowing how Jessie functions, or should I say reacts in a dysfunctional fashion?? You are going to assumingly dedicate this match to Harper right?? Because that is what people do who feel guilty for their own sins… trying to wash the blood of their own hands huh Jess??”

“I just wanted you in this helpless state of mind Jess, I wanted you to feel the rage that I have felt for months since I allowed you to get underneath my skin. Oh yeah, I am admitting that you have done such a masterful job in doing so Jess. But this time it is me that stalks its prey with ice in its veins… I am the one that is calculative and fully focused upon what is truly at hand Jess. A thirty minute Iron woman match…. You and me Jess, no excuses of an extreme habitat. No excuses of some Roulette rules to adapt to… Just YOU and ME… and that clock that will count down from thirty to zero. Do you understand the situation that you have put yourself into Jess?? You don’t Jess, even though you will desperately tell the world otherwise. That you have done some soul searching in preparation towards our match… And all you can think off is to hurt me, to return the favour to what YOU made me do to poor little Harper… such a shame.”

Melissa slowly puts the hat back upon her head, readjusts it to make sure it fits securely around her head before wiping her hands clean from the few drops of sand that got stuck between her fingers.

“I’m sorry it had to get this far Jess, I’m sorry that you could not refrain yourself from being a positive role model for young Harper. That you allowed yourself to assault me during a match, merely because you have a personal vendetta against me?? I mean seriously Jessie, were you seeing flashbacks to what I have done to Harper?? Not wanting the same thing to happen to Masque?? I guess its understandable, although wrong to let emotions take control over you Jess. You should perhaps search councelling for that.. Because I fear you may just use this an excuse to lose this match against me… Merely because of that stupid little bitch Harper.”

“You were better off Jess, now you are just ready for the picking. Because I am going to use your own frustration, your own anger and… dare I say hatred towards me to evaporate you from the wrestling ring for good. You are staring into the eyes of the woman that excels in taking advantage of every given opportunity. You are looking at the woman that will wear you down and in the process frustrate you even more…. Because even though I am fully aware that you will get some blows in here and there…. That you will stand absolutely no chance in HELL of beating me in this 30 minutes of pure hell.”

“Hell Jessie, not just four letters that creates the sinful pits of HADES that torments you until eternity. Now what is thirty minutes compared to eternity Jessie??”

Melissa shows a sickening smile as she grabs the hat and tears it apart between her fingers before letting the remainders fall down upon the ground.

“Thirty minutes with me, the one that tricked you NOT to suspend me Jessie. The one that caused you to gravel through the mud in shame in front of Harpers parents… And all that you could think about was how you wanted to destroy me Jessie. The ONE that challenged you beforehand and you accepted it believing that you had my number…. Only to have walked into my trap like the dumb bitch that you are… So do me a favour Jessie, deny it all, say that I am wrong, it will only make your suffering even better… One more week to go Jessie and then all will finally come to an end…”

The shot fades as Melissa walks off towards Goth as the camera zooms in on the destroyed hat before the shot fades out.

The Genesis of Goth
 
Chapter: My quest

It’s evening and Goth can be seen sharing a moment along with Melissa after last week’s Climax Control, after watching on when Melissa had challenged Jessie Salco for a final confrontation. He had smiled as he had watched Jessie come up with excuses, believing that they had settled the score at the Super Card a few weeks ago. But he had known that this wasn’t the case for Melissa, she wanted to rinse out the foul taste out of her mouth from the several losses that she had endured against Jessie and Ariana Angelos.

“You have made the first step on mentally breaking Jessie, but the next step will follow this coming Sunday.”

He gently pats her on the butt, causing her to giggle as she turns around to face him and plants a kiss on his cheek. She whispers something in his ear as she walks off to the locker room as Goth grabs his cellphone and dials a number

“Hey it’s me, make sure that Melissa has a clear path to…..”

Goth notices the camera crew as he stops talking, he turns around and whispers something into the cellphone that nobody is apparently meant to hear. He slowly turns around with a sickening smile upon his face.

“Yeah that’s right, we want to make sure that there will be something for Jessie Salco that she will never forget.”

He turns off the cell phone and stares into he camera with a cold and calculated look on his face.

“Let me guess? You just happened to wander around backstage and thought it was alright to listen to a private conversation??”

Goth turns around, not waiting for an answer that he knows that will not come. He is walking towards the parking lot where he turns towards his waiting limo before entering. He suddenly stops merely after setting one foot inside but turns towards the camera crew and shakes his head.

“Where do you think you are going?? I can’t remember accepting anyone besides his fiancé to ride along with me. So do me a favor, back off.”

He pushes the camera crew away by pushing his hand towards the camera, shoving it away from him before entering the limo and closes the door. He grabs his cellphone and checks some of the messages that he has received during the show, his eye catches one specific message from someone that he has not spoken to for a long time. He scowls as he remembers the backstage confrontation between him and his old friend Bill Barnhart. Someone that he had trusted his life to, someone that he knew he had betrayed his trust and did not wanted to deal with him anymore because of his past as an alcohol abuser.

He turns his cell phone back into his pocket and rests his hands behind his head as he stares at the ceiling of his limo. He was upset, mostly because he could not blame Bill for not trusting him after he had broken the trust of the Bulldog so many times in the past. He lets out a sigh, he had hoped to get into contact with his old friend somehow. He had been at the point of dialing his number so many times, but every single time the courage had sunk into his boots and decided not to. Worried about the outcome of the reaction of his old friend, already knowing that Bill would scream at him or even ignore him. He stares ahead of him, his thoughts drift off to better days. The days where he and Bill had shared the tag team titles in Global Wrestling Alliance after James Weck had turned his back on him while the two were tag team champions. Bill was the one that volunteered to be his tag team partner, a respect that had grown through the years as they had been part of the same company. The memory was quickly replaced by him and Bill being a part of Goth’s very own company The AWA… where Bill was for a very long time his right hand man, something that had caused some of the most destructive moments as well as the funniest as Iris had crapped on his expensive carpets more than one occasion.

“For fuck sakes….,”

He says as he nearly could smell the dog poo that had been dropped on his expensive carpets. He had hated the guts of that dog at those times, but secretly he had always loved Iris. Wondering how old Iris has become as Bill and him had known each other for quite some time and Bill had that dog as long as Goth could remember.

“Can I join you for a ride good sir???”

Says the voice of Melissa, as this has caught Goth by surprise as he was so far away in his memories that he had not noticed her approaching the limo. He finally responds with a smile as the two kiss each other before putting on their seatbelts for the limo to start to drive.

“So what was on your mind handsome??”

She asks Goth as he lets out a sigh, realizing that she had noticed him. This causes him to scratch the back of his neck before turning his attention towards Melissa.

“Its Bill, me and him had a stare down when I was backstage earlier today. It was so strange to be in the same room with him after all these years, years of not having spoken a word to him because…”

Goth’s words travel off in his thoughts, he couldn’t finish the sentence because he was feeling ashamed of what had happened between him and one of his closest friends ever. It had gotten this worse that he had felt jealousy over the friendship that Bill and Vinnie had grown throughout the years. Because he knew what a genuine person Bill was outside the realm of the wrestling world, something he had openly spoken about with Melissa that he wanted his friendship back. Something he had learned that it was a closed book for Bill, something he could not blame him for. He feels his arm tense, his hands turn into fists before he notices Melissa gently squeezing his arm as this slowly brought him back to focus as he turns his attention towards her and is met by the most sincere smile he has ever seen.

“I am so lucky to have you.”

He whispers towards her, causing her to smile as she plants a soft kiss on his lips. The two share a kiss for several moments before she pulls away, lowering her eyes as she savors the moment. She slowly reopens her eyes as she shows a look of concern

“Do you think Bill wants to fight you in the ring??”

The words come out of her mouth and makes him second guess himself whether that this was truly Bill’s intentions. He knew he was good enough to give him a run for his money, but was this something that he was actually ready for??

“Gerrit??”

This startles him once more, she can see doubt on his face. Something that she has not often seen from him, this really must be bothering him. His hands start to shake for a moment before he tries to hide them by planting them on the couch that they are seated upon. But Melissa had noticed it already, but decided to not push it. Goth turns his head towards the window of the passenger door, pretending to look outside but his thoughts drift back to some old memories.

“BILL!!!!!”

Goth shouted as we are back to 2012, Goth storms out of his office with an angry look on his face as Bill already knew how late it is as he came charging out of his office to meet up with Goth. Who is pointing into his office, where we see Iris come walking out of with a look that tells us that she knows that she has done a bad thing.

“Get that stinking mutt out my office!!!”

“Yes Goth, I’m sorry that she had slipped out of my office. Iris come here!!!”

Bill runs over towards his dog and attaches the leash against the dog collar and drags her with him while apologizing to Goth who sniffs his nose and can smell the aroma of the dog poo that the British Bulldog had dropped on the carpet.

“This time Bill is going to clean it up himself.”

We see Goth smile at the comment as we are back to the present day, remembering the many times that they had been at each other’s throats for absolutely nothing while Iris was always very nervous around him. He never understood why the dog was so nervous around him, most of the time he just ignored her instead of playing a lot with the dog. This made him think back to a certain point in his career as owner of the AWA.

“BARK!!!”

The shot opens up in 2015, one of the last few years that the company was still competing against other companies. Goth was seated in his jacuzzi as we notice Iris run into the bathroom of Goth’s office where he had a jacuzzi. Causing him to lower the newspaper that he was reading before rolling his eyes at the sight of the dog from the Barnharts.

“Oh God, not again….. Iris, whatever you do… please don’t jump into the…”


“DAMN YOU STINKING MUT!! Get the f*** out of my jacuzzi!!!”

But Iris is splashing around the jacuzzi, clearly enjoying the water as dives under water for a moment before coming back up and sprays some water into the direction of Goth. Who is about to grab the dog by the collar, but his attention is being diverted by….

“IRIS??? Where are you girl?? Goth!! Have you seen my….. Oh there you are you little biscuit!!!”

“Little…. Biscuit???”

Goth mutters out loud in quite a shock, he had heard dog owners giving their pets lots of cute names, but biscuit wasn’t one of them according to him.

“Was Mister Goth a bad man to you Iris?? Did he yell at you??”

This wasn’t the reaction from Bill that Goth had expected from him, he was about to say something towards him and his dog as Bill suddenly turns towards him and cuts him off.

“Look at her Goth, how could you possibly not want to spend time with her into the jacuzzi???”

“I….. What???”

Goth’s eyes widens as he suddenly sees Bill taking off his jacket and unbuttons his matching pink buttoned down shirt that he was wearing.

“Bill?? What in the hell do you think you are doing???”

Goth watches him take off his shirt before turning his attention towards undoing his shoes, he has already undone one as he kicks him towards the toilet before undoing the other.

“Well sir Goth, I realized that Iris has not yet gotten her swimming diploma.”

“So???”

Goth’s eyes turn from an angry one to a suspicious one, only to have them suddenly open wide as he realize what Bill had in mind. But then it is already too late.

“Ahhh that feels nice Goth, I think we should make it a family and friends get together one day and all share this lovely jacuzzi of yours wouldn’t you agree???”

Bill has already stepped into the jacuzzi and has dumped Iris into the water once more as he had not waited for an answer from Goth. Who at this point is too shocked to say anything that is going on into his bathroom. We see Iris splatter around as Bïll is trying to educate his dog how to do the breast stroke.

“Okay Iris, please pay close attention on what I am doing.”

The sight is truly one that would allow anyone to burst out in laughter for the sheer stupidity as Bill has gotten on his knees while trying to make the exact moves with his arms without having to hit the edges of the jacuzzi without any success of course. This causes him to look up at Goth after a few attempts as his hands are clearly hurting from hitting them against the edges of the jacuzzi.

“I am not here to be a pesky complainer boss, but you should really ask yourself whether you should get a bigger jacuzzi than this one. This one is clearly not suitable for teaching animals how to swim.”

This causes Goth’s eyes to widen as he is slowly starting to breathe heavily.

“Bill, this is MY personal jacuzzi. This is not… I repeat NOT a swimming pool. So please get your….”

“Whoops, I’m sorry Iris. I guess I had always thought that Goth is an animal lover, but I guess he only loves money and…”

Bill quickly gets out of the jacuzzi while carrying iris in his hands, grabbing his dry clothing before stepping towards the door to his office while water falls all over the floor as well as his clothing is squishing like crazy.

“And being an arrogant prick…”

“WHAT??!!!”

Goth has grabbed a shower bottle as he throws it towards the vanishing Bill Barnhart, the bottle hits the door that Bill quickly closed. This causes the bottle to drop on the floor as Goth sits down on the edge of his jacuzzi, trying to register what exactly had happened just a few moments ago.

“That was so funny.”

Goth whispers as we come back to the present day, still staring through the window of his passengers seat. But this time he is grinning from ear to ear as he suddenly hears Melissa.

“What was so funny??”

Goth turns his attention towards Melissa, sitting upright before explaining the situation that he once had been in together with Iris and Bill Barnhart. This causes Melissa to burst out in laughter as both of them share a good laugh while the car continues to drive all the way back to their hotel as there they have plans to spend the night there before getting up early to head over towards the next city where next week’s Climax Control will be aired

Present Day

Footsteps are heard walking across a hallway of a hotel late at night, something that Goth loves to do between travels to clear his mind or focus upon an up and coming match. This time it is a combination of both, one side of it all is the confrontation that he has had with current Roulette champion “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart and the other side of the coin is the first ever confrontation with Matthew “The Raven” Knox. Experience has taught him throughout his career that you cannot overlook the one for the other, but this time it is rather special. A lifelong friendship that had gone through the drain, someone that he had respected as a human being and as a competitor. And on the opposite side, an unknown to him. Someone that he has watched inside the ring as he had waged war with Mac Bane. He knew he had to push Bill Barnhart to the back of his mind, something that the same experience that had taught him he ultimately would when the bell has rang. Goth turns a corner, stops and looks around. He notices the numbers on the doors and realized that he has been walking circles for the third time.

“What is wrong with me??”

He asks himself, looking at his watch as the clock reads that an hour had passed since he had left his hotel room and started to walk around. He usually would either take the steps towards a different level or the elevator, but this time he had decided to stay at the same level that he was staying at. He looks to his left, noticing that he was actually standing in front of his own hotel room door, he lift his hand towards the door knob but stops just moments before reaching out to open it. He had decided that it was too early for him to get back, he knew Melissa wouldn’t have mind to spend some more time with him while watching some of her favorite Netflix programs. And normally he would love to watch some of those with her, but this time he wasn’t into the mood. He was feeling restless, he for some strange reason had the urge to seek the confrontation with someone. Anyone? No, he had one person particular in mind.

“Bill…. Barnhart….”

The name softly rolls off the tip of his tongue, a name that in seriousness he has not uttered in many yeas and yet it feels like it is a recurring subject in his daily life. He grinds his teeth, shakes his head before deciding to continue the walk until he knows there’s an elevator ahead of him. He stops before it, presses the button on the right of the elevator door and presses it for a few seconds longer than necessary. He reluctantly lets his hand fall next to his side, counting the seemingly minutes that it takes the elevator to come down even though it is only a matter of seconds. He steps inside after the door had opened, mentally scowling at himself when he notices a hotel staff member already stood inside the elevator before he could step inside. He decides to just nod towards the other figure, who returns the gesture before Goth turns his focus back upon his lingering thoughts. Nearly not even noticing that the other person had asked him a question.

“Excuse me??”

Goth replies after he had thought he had heard the other person mentioning something towards him

“Apologies sir, but what floor do you wish to go??”

Goth raises an eyebrow, wondering why this individual needed to know where he had wanted to go. Only to realize that he had forgotten to press a button to whatever floor he wanted to go to, this causes him to look at the number of buttons where each represented a floor. Goth finally presses the button to three floors down from the one that he had gotten inside the elevator before turning his attention towards the individual as he nods his head in appreciation. The two men turn their attention away from each other as Goth straightens his jacket as he notices the elevator stopping one floor separated from where he was about to go. He looks over his shoulder and notices that the other figure exits, nodding his head towards Goth as in saying goodnight before Goth watches the doors from the elevator slowly closing in on him.

“”Why do people tend to start a conversation with me after I step foot inside an elevator??

He asks himself before shrugging off the question with a shrug, his attention slowly moves towards the opening doors as he has reached the floor that he had picked out for no particular reason. Slowly he exits the elevator and looks around the dark hallway where for some reason not every lamp above a hotel room door is active. He suddenly hears a noise coming from a few feet away from him, causing him to quickly turn his attention towards it and notices a young couple who had issues trying to open up the door of their hotel room while using their very own room key. He shakes his head, before turning his attention towards the other end of the hallway.

“Amatures…,”

He whispers underneath his breath so that nobody could hear him, he starts to walk away from the direction that the young couple were standing. He let his eyes fall on a hotel room number and stops right in front of it.

“The Barnharts….”

Goth whispers the last name of Bea and Bill, he knows he either should knock on the door or just simply walk off. But he does neither of the two options as for some reason neither sounds right for him to do right now. Grinding his teeth some more as his hands turn into fists

“Why am I refraining myself from doing anything??”

He asks himself, knowing that he won’t be able to answer that question, something that annoys him. He slowly lifts his hand towards the door, finally deciding to knock on the door and demand to get some answers from his “old” friend. But he suddenly noticing that the doorknob from the hotel room door is slowly turning. Goth quickly moves to the right and starts to walk, feeling the breath inside his throat as he quickly turns a corner as he hears the familiar laughter from Bill while tkaing Iris for a quick walk. Goth lifts his watch towards his face and notices the time of a quarter to eleven. Softly cursing towards himself, he should have known better not to go outside around this time of day without having to worry not to bump into Bill. Because he knew that Iris would have taken outside for a walk around this time of the day. He notices Bill surpassing him while staring at the massive back from the current Roulette champion. A championship belt that he has held several times and defended a record amount of time… or at least that is what it once was, he should merely check with the stat checker Mercedes Vargas for that one… causing him to huff from a cynical standpoint. Leaning against the wall of the hallway that he stood in, hoping that the breathing would subside soon as he checks his watch again. But only a minute had passed, even though it looked so much longer.

“Forgive me Knox, I guess this is what happens when you have a moment of having a relapse on solely being focused upon the task at hand huh?? But no worries my friend, coming Climax Control, the only thing that I am only interested in is beating you. Something that we have all come to expect haven’t we?? It’s like the days of the Gladiators, who sole mission was to crush his opposition before someone else does it to you, letting the spectators to be a part of the entire spectacle before allowing them to walk home satisfied until the next time that someone would take a risk in entertaining the “masses”. ”

“I’m sure we will meet soon Bill, I just hope you won’t expect too much of a good night sleep while I am around.”

He lets out a sigh before deciding to walk towards the opposite direction that Bill had come from. He quickly surpasses the hotel room of the Barnhart’s as he concentrates back upon the man that he will be facing this Sunday on Climax Control. Matthew Kross, a name that has caused him to smile for the first time that he had been able to notice beforehand. He knows off the fact that both Kross and Mac Bane have been gunning for the world title along with Ken Daviesson who had lost the belt to the current champion.

“Matthew….,”

He smiles at the thought of mentioning a biblical name, something he has always preferred over any other name that people could come up with.  A man that has been here before, never got his world title rematch. A story that Goth has heard so many times before, it causes him to get annoyed over at the mere thought that someone would be entitled for something when they come back after a sabbatical??

“Funny how some people get what they want, but I still have been waiting for my title opportunity for over a year now?? Yeah, ask Mark Cross about that. The cowardly little bitch has ran off to another place without EVER taking responsibilities for his own actions. But I am sure that he will be back around Blast From The Past season. But I guess he is just another liability that I am fortunate for that I do not have to wipe my hands off from the blood that he would be spilling upon them when I get my hands around his neck. But that dignifying honor is bestowed upon you Matthew…. I know harsh words for someone that has not even been in the ring with me for a one-on-one confrontation have we not? It’s the classical what if question that always lingers wrhen two men become one inside that six sided ring of ours. The moment that we can finally verbally assault each other beyond the imagination of those who merely turn on the television sets and get an education on what is truly at stake in life. Something that pissants like them cannot relate to, because they are incapable of relating to greats like myself.”

“I hope I am not putting a damper upon your expectations of what you had hoped for me to say Matthew, I am not here to pamper to anyone’s feelings. So I hope you didn’t get all too excited for getting a talk of how I respect you and how much I look forward in facing you. Because if you were looking for anything close enough into that direction, then I suggest you should have just stayed away at whatever obscure vicinity that you came from. Because where I am concerned, you are entitled to nothing at all.”

He grinds his teeth, shakes his head before letting out a loud sigh. Resting his arms against the wall in front of him as he looks over to the left and then to the right as if he had heard a sound from either side.

“I know you have had great battles with Mac, I know you want to return to the promised land. Hell don’t we all? It just sickens me to think that all you have to do is to show up and all the wrong that has done to you will be justified by having a hand being placed over your head and everything will be forgiven. All you have to do is to be a good little boy isn’t it?? I guess I must have paid better attention in how I had left this company and the way I came back. But unlike you Matthew, I prefer to do things upon my own accord. Earn everything that is being handed upon you by a silver platter. It’s useless to resist in order to tell me that I am wrong, because nothing will change my opinion on this matter Matthew. Because you are just like Drake Greene once was, just like Mr. Jett City, may he Rest In Peace. But that still doesn’t mean that when you leave, that all your opportunities will be drained through the toilet and you have to start all over again. But I guess that’s what you get with the people who have a jump line mentality isn’t it?? It’s no surprise there that with people like you, that people like “Bulldog” Bill Barnhart are being forced to remain in the Roulette division, or that people like Fenris or Jack Washington need to be put in the waiting list for a possible title opportunity at the nearest convenient appointment that this company is able to put them through. And then I have seriously not even considered to put me through a climactic orgasmic sensation by naming every fucking reason why I should not be in the conversation for whatever reason it is that you are getting. But I guess I am here once again, allowed to pick up the dirty work where any other supposedly superstar in this company is too reluctant to go through what I personally refer to as taking out the trash and never see it back again.”

“Now I know that these words do not trouble you Matthew, but words aren’t the sole essence of what I am capable off inflicting upon others. But it is what I do inside that six sided ring that makes the difference in whether I will allow you to walk upon your own accord…. Or have you stretchered out with a smile upon your face. A smile because you start to realize that there is an opportunity that one day you may be able to stand on your own two feet again. Allowing the decision to be in your hands on whether you wish to continue this line of sports that we call wrestling, or simply grab the ball and run in order to stay away from another beating that I will give you and then I will not be so forgiving. Because that is what I do Matthew, I give the opportunity to others in whether they wish to oppose me one more time…. Or whether they want to be referred as either a coward as well having made the smartest decision ever made in your entire life. Something apparently Bill Barnhart is willing to give everything up for to find out whether the experiences that he had gone through in the past has not died off with retirement looming over me as a thin line throughout my career. Twenty years of having beat anyone that matters in this business. And I know that you will jump to the opportunity to say that I have never faced or beat you, because I have already beaten you without ever having to lace up my fucking boots and kick the shit out of you.”

“Forgive me Matthew, I would have rather spend time shoving a silver spoon up your ass in a sign of respect for who the fuck you are. But that would have meant that I would have to lie through my teeth, that would have meant that I would be giving you a false sense of security that you would have stand a chance against me inside that six sided ring. Only to realize that when that moment comes that you think you can shine over me, that you come to the realization that you are incapable of dealing with that reality Matthew. You will simply crumble underneath the pressure that I have been dealing with for the majority of my twenty year career. Where I had to watch people come and go, no longer surprised that the classics will never die as the mouths that spew them into the obscenity of life have changed…. But the end result of me overcoming everything until I get what I deserve instead of expecting it because of an outdated promise or expectation. Because if you are one of those who believe that everything can be dictated by their own choosing, then I will just have to free them from their ignorance and wipe my boots clean before moving on to the next. Because I am entitled to the very best… something I refuse to share with he likes of you or Bill Barnhart. So please entertain me the last few days before our confrontation is finally set in stone… because it will be the final one that you will be able to remember Matthew…. Until then…. Until then…..”

Please allow me to introduce myself….,
 
September 22 2011

We are in a kickboxing school in Amsterdam, Netherlands where a young lady, barely 18 enters the school. She is wearing a hoodie with a Guns ‘N Roses logo on the back, black training pants and some beat down sneakers. She looks over her shoulder towards the door she just had entered in, wondering whether this was the right decision that she could have made.

“Can I help you miss?”

An old croaked voice comes from a dark secluded part of the kick boxing school, she lets out a sigh as she realizes that she had been noticed. She turns around, letting her eyes get used to the darkness as it had been very sunny outside. She sees a man seated in the corner, holding a newspaper that he had been reading as he is staring back at her. His eyes are measuring her as if he already has figured her out without saying anything.

“Hi…, my name is Melissa.”

The words escapes her mouth, half trembling from the nerves as she had been trying to find the courage to talk to the man. Assuming that he was a trainer, or perhaps even the owner of the kickboxing school. She had been searching for schools in her neighborhood as the name of this school had often come back from different sources. She looks around as she is awaiting the answer from the man, who had placed the newspaper on the desk in front of him and reached for something underneath his desk.

“Are you interested in joining?? Or did you want to look around first??”

He asks while popping back up from behind the desk and places a piece of paper in front of him as he stares back at her. She had been looking around for a few moments as she had gotten the idea why this school was mentioned so often as it was breathing tradition and success.

“I want to start training here, at least if you train women??”

She asks with a blush upon her cheeks emerging, this causes the man to show a grin upon his face as he walks around the desk and walks over towards her.

“Of course we train women, we have had several champions emerging from our school. So you are in the right spot, oh by the way. My name is Mark.”

She smiles, her nerves are slowly starting to drift away as she allows him to guide her through the school, guiding her to the back of the school as he opens the door towards the part where the athletes train. She immediately notices the punching bags, the boxing ring as well as many weights and other training devices that causes her to softly whistle in amazement.

“This place is amazing….”

This causes to bring a smile upon the face of Mark, who extends his arm towards an office at the far end of the boxing ring. The two of them walk over towards the office as Mark opens the door for her, she looks around as the office is nothing more than a small room, it made her wonder how small the toilets must be in comparison to this office. She mentally shrugs as she takes seat in front of Mark, who sits down upon a leather office chair. He grabs some papers and stares into her eyes.

“So you told me that you wanted to start to train here, do you eventually want to compete in official matches as well??”

The question causes her to raise an eyebrow, she had not expected him to ask this question. She leans back into the seat that she is sitting in, overthinking the options in whether she is looking forward to eventually compete against other girls/women of her age. The intentional idea was to toughen up, get more confident with herself and built stamina. The thought of crossing gloves and kicks did make her become curious and ultimately decides to answer his question.

“Yes, I ultimately want to compete in the ring.”

Mark nods his head, starts to write on the piece of paper for a moment before turning his attention towards her.

“What made you decide wanting to start kickboxing??”

“It’s a long story.”

Melissa whispers with a soft tone, she had hoped that it would not turn into this. She bites her lower lip as she sees him staring her down as he is waiting for an answer. She looks away for a moment, staring at an old flier from a past kickboxing tournament where she reads several names of people she had never heard of, closing her eyes for a moment in an attempt to resist a small tear to emerge. She nonchalantly wipes it away with the back of her hand, covered by the long sleeve of her hoodie that is clearly a size too big for her.

“I want to grow confidence, I’ve been often laughed at and taken advantage off… I…”

“Is this for you to get even with these people?? Or do you really want to become a kickboxer?? Because I’m not here for charity work sweetheart.”

The sudden reaction startles her, she stares at his face that shows no sign of sympathy for her explanation. This causes her to reconsider her decision and the true reason of it all, clearly this man wants to train someone that is a potential winner and not merely to train someone to become more confident in him or herself. She bites her lower lip, she had never enjoyed the aggressive nature of being in a fight, but she realizes that in life everyone comes into a situation of being in a confrontation. This causes her to ultimately turn her head towards him once more and nods.

“I want to become a kickboxer Mark, because I believe I can overcome anything that will oppose me inside that ring.”

He smiles, nods his head and leans back as this was what he wanted to hear, the two share a conversation that takes half an hour before she finally steps outside of the kickboxing school with a smile upon her face.

“I’m ready to go, it’s time to conquer the world.”

A few years later

It’s 2013, Melissa is competing in her first ever title match. It’s the opening match of many more to come as she is about to enter the ring for a fight for the National championship. She hears the Eye of the Tiger hits while standing backstage behind the curtain. She is shaking her head from left to right while wearing her robe. She pounds her boxing gloves against each other, psyching herself up for the first ever title match of her still young career. Thinking back to her first year where she had mostly limited herself by merely training for the moment to come that she would make her in ring debut. The memories of being in bed at night reservices, where she had questioned herself whether she had made the right decision by doing this. Only to be thankful for not talking herself out of this as she is now on the brink of showing her skills in front of her first ever national televised kickboxing match.

“It’s your time to shine Melissa.”

Says Mark while standing beside her, he had been her coach from the first moment that she had started training until now. He had been rough on her, but most of all he has always been honest. Never backing away from telling her the truth whether she did well or whether she sucked. It had taken her a while before accepting his way of training her, which had caused into some heated arguments between the two of them. It even had made her consider quitting and leaving the school, only to come back the next day and work even harder.

“And now the challenger!!!!”

The voice behind the curtain echoes, it’s her cue to step through the curtains and enter the arena. This was the moment that she had been working towards, to ultimately have that recognition of what she had sacrificed for so many years had culminated into an opportunity to fight for a championship belt. Something that she had doubts about when she started two years ago. She steps through the curtains and the first thing that she notices of how huge the arena looks like. She chuckles, she remembers visiting the Ahoy in the past for concerts, now in her mind she is the main event even if she is just an opening act to bigger things. She walks past the crowd as some of them are cheering her on, while most of them simply boo her .

“Soak it in Melissa, take all of the hostility and make it yours.”

She nods, she had not experienced this before. But her prior matches had been in local gyms or other small venues in comparison to this. But she was enjoying this, she took the reaction from the crowd as if they were all cheering her on as it made her feel as if she was already the world champion and nothing could stop her. Melissa and her entourage walk towards the boxing ring, there she steps through the ropes and does her routine as she walks off her nerves that are slowly starting to grow. The same kind of nerves that she had felt prior to her first ever fight, but she knew that this is nothing more than healthy nerves and that she is ready. She punches one of her trainers against his training gloves to warm up a little bit before the atmosphere changes when the music from the champion starts to play.

“And now!!! Coming down to the ring!!! She is the National Champion!! Her name is…..”

And at that moment every sound surrounding her disappear, the only thing that she is hearing is her own heartbeat and her pounding her gloves against each other. Her eyes are locked against the woman that she is going to compete against and already she knew that she had beaten her without even touching gloves. She feels her sweat slowly pour from her face, she is ready to take off her gown but knows it isn’t the right moment to do so. She wants to make the champion wait for her, even if the situation is the opposite way. But Mark had learned her from an early start to make everything about her, teaching her the psychology behind the fight and be mentally on top of your game at any given situation.

“I got all the time in the world, that belt is coming home to me.”

She growls before taking her mouthpiece into her mouth, twisting and turning her head for a few times as she watches the champion finally get to the ring steps before slowly climbing them to get to the ring. Melissa immediately walks towards the champ and confronts her, making sure that she cannot step foot inside the ring while having a stare down. She looks into the eyes of the champion, she can tell that she is not impressed and yet Melissa can sense something in her gaze that makes her realize that she has already have won.

“Get to your corner miss…”

The official of the fight asks Melissa to back off a little bit, causing Melissa to slowly back off without not taking her eyes of her opponent. The mind games have already begun, she is smiling while showing the mouthpiece as she has opened her mouth. The mouthpiece shows the red, white and blue from the Dutch flag. Especially made for this first title match as it is for the National championship from the Netherlands. She watches the champion enter the ring and do her routine before being called to the middle of the ring by the official. Telling both competitors that he expects a clean fight and be respectful towards each other.

“Any questions?? Okay, now get to your corners and wait for me to give the signal to start your fight!!!”

Both ladies touch gloves before walking towards their neutral corners, Melissa let her trainers take off her robe as she is finally standing there in her gear to compete for the gold. She hops around on her own two feet, shaking her head from left to right to loosen her neck muscles some more. Finally the bell rings as the two women walk towards each other and Melissa is the firs tone to drop a punch.

Later that day

Melissa is in her locker room after the match has ended, her left eye slightly swollen from having a few punches landed there. But she is satisfied after having won the championship belt from the now former champion. The belt is draped across the table in front of her as she lets the doctor take a look at the seriousness of the swollen eye.

“I don’t see anything broken, so I suggest holding an ice pack against it for now and the swelling will ultimately fade in due time.”

Melissa nods her head as one of the trainers hands her an ice pack as she places it against the swelling, she looks over towards Mark at the doorway who is talking to the doctor some more before he turns his attention back to his protégé.

“Good job Melissa, I think you got a bright future int his sport.”

She smiles towards him as possible as she keeps the ice pack close to her eye.

“Not bad for a girl that came to you because she wanted to grow some confidence.”

The two share a laugh before Mark turns towards the championship belt and places it in front of her.

“I think that this championship belt tells me that you have gained enough confidence to take on the world.”

Melissa takes a moment to stare at that championship as emotions suddenly start to take over from her, thinking back at the two year preparation that has taken her to this very moment. She now fully grasps the fact that she has actually achieved something, beating down the crowd favorite and take her championship belt away from her. She had not been fazed by the fact that the crowd had not really accepted her during the match, something that in her past would have caused her to get upset. But now she had been able to block every distraction from her concentration as she has focused upon one thing and one thing only, taking home the gold.

“This is only the beginning Mark, I have so much more that I wish to obtain. And the world is just about to notice who I am and what I’m really all about.”

The two smile as they bump fists before the shot slowly fades to darkness.

November 8th 2022

We see a replica of the National Kickboxing championship belt draped across Melissa’s and Goth’s king size bed. The camera pans out as we see Melissa seated in a chair close to the bed while staring at that replica belt that she once had won many years ago. Her eyes are focused upon the memorabilia of her past that refers to her kickboxing legacy. Something that she partially had added into her wrestling move set.

“It was nine years ago when I won that belt.”

Says Melissa while not taking her eyes off that championship belt.

“Many people would say that winning a National title in your home country is nice, but it means absolutely nothing when it comes down to the international ranks of your own profession. And yet, you never forget your first championship belt.”

Melissa’s gaze shows no emotion, the woman that had not have a single win in the last few matches. Even losing the match against Jessie Salco at the last show, something that has been bothering her for weeks, even making complaints about the officiating during that match. But she knows that she should get back on track, not looking back but ahead of herself. She knows that this downwards spiral will end one day and what a better way to do so against the woman that challenged the Bombshell World champion and lost as well.

“But I am not like those people, I value everything that I have managed to obtain. And I have learned to deal with setbacks, even though there are some bitches out there that still believe that I am frustrated over every fucking loss….. Even if I showed maturity and class, I guess people are just too stubborn to even care…. But that will ultimately change very soon, I just hope you manage to win that belt Jessie… Because I am coming for you.”

She pushes a few hairs out of her face, the focus is clearly shown as she does not allow herself to be distracted by the entire camera crew that has surrounded her in the bedroom of Goth and Melissa’s hotel room.

“And even though I would love to spill out so many things over my match with Jessie Salco, I know that I have a different opponent to concentrate upon. A woman that is familiar with championship caliber type of matches. A woman that has been the subject of many twitter tirades. But to underestimate her because of that would be stupid and showing a lack of respect upon this line of this business. Because we need to be at our very best every single time that you step foot inside the six sided ring and compete. To show exactly what you are made off, not underestimating your opponent or else you will end up the way that me and Diamond have been since our last confrontation. The question remains, who will get out of the slump and who doesn’t?? Do you know the answer Diamond??”

She turns her gaze towards the camera for the very first time as she slowly rises out of the chair and walks towards he bed, she stands in front of the kickboxing championship belt that she had gained many years ago as she slips her fingers underneath the leather strap and lifts it close towards her face.

“You may ask yourself why am I showing this?? A prop from my past, something that holds no particular importance to this wrestling organization. And yet it tells something about me that you have to understand Diamond, that I am an individual that has come from far and knows how to fight the odds that has been stacked against me since day one. ”

She smirks for a moment as she gently places the championship belt back upon the bed as she stands there motionless while not taking her eyes off of it.

“A struggle, that’s right. A struggle, something that every single wrestler int his organization had to endure to get here isn’t it?? Every story is different, yet we all have been there and had to endure exactly the same frustration each and every other superstar or Bombshell. Whether it is Kat Jones being forced to retire to injuries, whether it is being so close in winning a title every single time and somehow feel it slip through your fingers in the end… Or merely contemplating retirement because you don’t feel that you have anything left to give in this beautiful sport.”

“The crossroad between beauty and the ugly reality losing is such a thin line, that can make you slip off the right track so easily. And what do you do? You struggle, you try to tell yourself so many times that luck will once turn to your favor. And yet, the question remains… when?? And iknow, I know that these statements mostly refer to me, as you had some impressive run towards your championship match. You had the momentum seemingly in your own favor, yet it just slipped through your fingers didn’t it Diamond?? How frustrating must it be that in the end that all your hard labor didn’t paid off…. “

“Trust me, I know exacltyt he feeling.”

She slowly walks towards the chai, drops backwards and leans with her head against her left hand as she rubs her forehead as if she has a major headache.

“I owe a lot to Goth and Whisper, taking me in and train me to where I am today….. Or should I say where I was at one point?? But that would only suggest that I owe them the fame and fortune and the frustration that I am feeling to myself. The reality is that these statements aren’t as far from the truth like I have pointed out before. But I must take the full responsibility for both sides of the coin, because it was ME that became the champion and it was ME that ultimately ended up becoming an absolute joke.”

“Do you think that these words are harsh?? Perhaps, but do I prefer to tell it like it is and not sugar coat anything into a more positive note. Because what use does it bring me?? How does it change the entire situation into something positive?? Nothing, all I can do is work hard and grab that last straw effort to get out of the slump that I am right now. But my situation is just like a good book, it has a beginning, a middle part and an end. And the end of my suffering is near, hell I am not even close to reach the middle part. I just need that one single straw to get me out of exactly that in order to once again turn my attention to what I consider necessary to occur.”

Melissa once again turns her attention towards the camera crew as she reaches behind her head and pulls her hair into a ponytail.

“And all I have to do is to get in the ring and face Diamond Steele and beat her, funny huh?? It all sounds so easy, but if that was the case I would have still held that Bombshell Roulette title… a championship belt that I am forced to watch two individuals that in my own believes are not worth to be even considered worthy of holding that fucking title…. But I guess that’s all on me, not on them. Because I should have held on to that belt when I had the chance,k I should have regained that belt when I had the chance…. And I didn’t. So I guess my words are worthless to your listening ears aren’t they?? And yet, you couldn’t be more wrong.”

She leans forwards, placing her hands around her head and starts to shake it. She is mumbling something in Dutch that nobody can understand before realizing that she is still being video taped.

“Can’t you understand when it is improper to air something?? Or are you just as delusional that you need to hear the words cut before you stop video tapign every move we make and every word we say??”

She stares at the camera for a second or two before turning her attention away and shake her head in disbelief.

“No wait, please don’t answer that question. Because the answer would be too predictable and boring, as if I was forced to watch paint dry and tell the world in front of the camera with a serious look on my face that I enjoyed every second of it. Because if there’s someone out there that would actually believe that, then please give me a shotgun so that I could shoot that poor individual that has no life.”

“But once again, I’m drifting away.”

“FUCK!!!!!”

She suddenly screams out while closing her eyes, the frustration is clearly visible with every passing second.

“Why don’t you all do me a favor, just fucking leave!!!!”

We see the camera slowly get up hesitantly, causing Melissa to roll her eyes and lift her arms up in the air in frustration.

“THAT WAS JUST MERELY HYPOTHETICALLY!!! Just sit down and keep your mouth shut okay!!!”

The camera stops moving before slowly getting back to the original position that it was in earlier. Melissa places her hands across her forehead and starts to rock in the chair.

“Why is it so difficult for people to understand when I am serious and when I am just losing my freaking mind!!! And you know something??”

She suddenly looks up and shows a sickening smile upon her face.

“I got the solution to all my problems…, I just got to beat you Diamond. And I know, I know that you had been so nice towards me when you extended your best of intent on social media. Even inviting me to dinner, something that I have not yet experienced in this federation outside of the Saviors and my fiancé. But you do realize that I have to beat you right?? You do understand that I need to beat you in order to get into my winning ways once more??? That it is coming to a point that I am not so sure whether I  can do it without you taking it too personal?? Just like I have done when I took liberty and expressed myself in private… But I guess nowadays nothing can be considered sacred in this wrestling industry, not even confiding your thoughts with people you assumed you could trust.”

“But I am glad that I have learned my lesson the hard way, something that I will take with me and use it upon those who I deem ready to get in the ring with. That includes you Diamond, I know that I cannot sugar coat it in any shape or form that you won’t take it too personal. A way that it is impossible for you to say that I cannot be complimented for being such a nice individual… Because if there’s one thing right now that has changed in my life…. Than by all means it must be that!!!! And before people will assume that I will blame Jessie and Ariana for something like that…. Let it be known that unlike my hair color would make you assume differently… I still have a brain that allows me to make my own suggestions and have my own thoughts without being too influenced by others. I guess that’s why I have told Goth to let me do my thing on my own for now, that I have not sparred with any of the people that Whisper has hired for me to prepare for. Oh no, went back to a mindset where I was over ten years ago… And you know something Diamond???”

“I have almost forgotten how much fun I had back then and how much of a success as well. Fun, how that word creates such a weird dimension when you can compare it to harmless Sesame Street kids fun… Or why so serious Joker fun before allowing some scissors to rearrange the face of some mindless character in a Batman movie. It’s whatever you make of it isn’t it?? And the mere fact that it is JUST ME that all week long preparing for this match makes everything so much more delightful, because now I can think for myself and act upon my own behalf. Does that mean Goth won’t be at ringside this Sunday?? Of course he will be, but it is just me that will get all the accolades or the blame this time.”

“I don’t want to look over my shoulders and see the second guessing upon the part of my life partner while he has to focus on whether taking on the offer from a “legend” that he beat a few weeks ago. No, it’s a good thing that I am standing on my own two feet, taking my own decisions into facing you Diamond. It’s quite fascinating when you look at that name of yours, to consider that you must be the brightest shining star in this organization…. Or at least let me assume that’s the whole idea behind  it?? A diamond, a beautiful rock that rich people would fight for to possess. To have it upon their ring finger as a ring,k or around their necks or attached to their ears… While all I can see is that you are nothing more than a rock, dead weight. A meaningless piece of rock that for some people worshipped because they are delusional. BECAUSE I AM THAT SHINING STAR!!!”

“And I know, I know that my recent track record will say differently. I know that you will listen to my words and retaliate with merely uttering the names of two Bombshells… But that doesn’t alter the effect that I am exactly who I say that I am. It’s the mere fact that I believe in these statements, because I have been living these words since day one… DAY ONE!!! All I have to do is to actually accept reality and not to limit myself with whatever notion. One step at a time Diamond, one opponent at a time. One misery that I need to extract from my frame of mind and that lucky first Bombshell is you.”

“To be honest, I am thankful for the first time in a very long time not to have been opposing someone that has been choking the life out of me.  Someone that took all the oxygen away from me, constantly needing all the attention focused solely upon her. No, it’s a great thing to finally have someone that showed me some respect. That didn’t  went the sad and low road by accussing me of taking advantage of the love of my life. I hope you will not follow their trail that they have paved with breadcrumbs in an attempt to find their own stinking brain!!!”

Melissa takes a deep breath, trying to collect her thoughts and lets out a long sigh.

“Forgive me, I know went off like a lunatic. But I guess that’s what you get when you are frustrated isn’t it?? I look forward to get in the ring with you Diamond, to face a name that has been wrestling quite a while… someone that I see as an opportunity, I am going to take this seriously and I hope you will as well. Because I am intending to beat you, I am intending to hit you with the kick that is heard around the world…. And I intend to beat you one, two, three… ”

Melissa smiles at the camera as the shot slowly fades to darkness