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.
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