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« on: November 18, 2016, 08:13:21 PM »
Well to say it’s been a while would be an understatement, what’s has it been? It’s been like a few good weeks, maybe even a month since our last encounter and all I can say is that I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I lost my last match to Kate Steele, I’m sorry that I lost my Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship and I’m sorry I have been away from the six sided ring that I love so much for so long. Just know what when I return next weekend at High Stakes I will be coming back 100 percent and that I have used my time away from the ring wisely. I have rested, I have recovered and I have been training my little caboose off to get myself back into tip top form because my Melephants deserve nothing but the best from me.
One of those three above items might be a slight over exaggeration. I mean I’ve been training but I haven’t actually stepped foot back inside a ring, okay… I’ve been training abs that’s it.
Anyways small details really, it’s not like I’m scared or anything to get back in the ring. I’m not or am I? Who knows anymore all I know is that my Melephants deserve nothing but the best from me and that’s something that I simply haven’t been delivering lately. I guess it’s true what they say all reigns come to an end I just wasn’t expecting mine to end up the way it did. Losing to my hair best friend Kate Steele is both a happy yet sad moment for me, happy because I love Kate but sad because well I don’t take well to losing. I never have and never will, I’ve always been a good sportswoman but there is something that is hidden deep down inside me that comes out to play when I lose and it is called doubt.
Self-doubt and for weeks I have been plagued by it, for weeks I have been consumed by it, for weeks while I have been recovering I have been swamped with nothing but dark thoughts and bad memories and there is nothing I can do about it. As I will have to collect myself and try and shake off the ring rust when I step back inside the six sided ring in two weeks’ time and face Mercedes Vargas… again.
I will need to scratch my way back up the ranks in the Bombshell division and try and prove that I’m worthy of another title shot. Do you know how long it took me to get my last one? Do you know how many hurdles I had to jump over to capture the Bombshell Internet Championship? Hot Stuff made me go to hell and back before I finally got to call myself the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion and now I have to start from the start. I have to claw my way back up the ladder and try and show everyone that I have what it takes to be a leading member of this female roster… or well… that’s one option I have, the other option I have is well leaving.
Let’s be honest I haven’t done anything worthy in Sin City Wrestling for a while, I haven’t made waves, I haven’t sent a shock through the Bombshell division I haven’t caused a stir I haven’t made an impact and it’s shown. I have been over looked, I have been left behind and well I’d like to blame someone for all of it but truly the blame lies on my own shoulders. I’ve given up on myself and why would I back myself huh? When I can see what is going to happen before it happens? I must sound crazy but I can assure you this all makes sense to me and that’s why it’s killing me. That’s why the thought of coming back to Sin City Wrestling only to fail all over again is killing me, I don’t want to fail. I don’t want to let anyone down but look at my past, look at the history it’s pretty evident that it’s going to happen over and over and over again and I don’t know how many time I can get up dust myself off and keep trying. I’ve been trying for months to make an impact, in fact I’ve been trying since my return but I’ve been laughed at, I’ve been over looked and pushed to the side and it hurts. It truly honestly hurts me and what’s the point of try anymore when you know you’re just going to be hurt all over again?
However what’s the point of leaving when you have the world’s best fans that for some reason stick with me no matter what I do or say? They always back me they always support me. I guess I’m just tired of disappointing them and leaving would be the best option? I mean they could refocus their love onto someone who deserves it like Sammi or Alexis? Instead of always backing the one girl who will let them down time and time again, I don’t want to be that girl but right now that’s how I feel…
Defeated, beaten and broken.
This vibe is killing me and it’s impacting on other important areas of my life, if you haven’t got social media I’ll just let you know that things with James haven’t exactly been the best lately. It’s like we are both walking on egg shells for some strange reason, neither one of us wanting to make the first step forward to fix this. I’m afraid that the outcome will be him leaving me and I guess he fears the same result except like the other way around? That or he is just over me and over this.
It’s also been impacting my work, I mean last week I didn’t even bother to show up and post a promotional video and I know that fact alone has upset a lot of the higher ups and it’s a slap in the face to Mercedes’ hard work.
All I know is that this week I have a lot of work to do to try and get everything back in order or if not Norway here I come.
**
Monday: 14th of November 2016;
The scene opens up inside a large white pristine office, inside that office there are pictures of the human body on the walls, skeletons, flu vaccine posters you know the typical type of jazz you find inside the walls of a doctor’s office. There was a large desk in the middle of the room on one side Melody Grace and James Huntington-Hawkes III could be seen, they were sitting side by side. Melody had her hand on top of James’ while he had his hand pressed down on her leg. She was tapping her foot up and down, moving her whole leg something that she did when she was nervous and right now she was nervous. Across from them they were looking at an empty chair before finally the sound of the office door opening and shutting behind them alerted them. They were now no longer alone in the room as a short, round man made his way over towards them. He was wearing a pair of grey suit pants with a white t-shirt that was buttoned up completely. He walked around the both of them who were slightly matching with a pair of jeans on and each with brand name black t-shirts, James’s read Tom Ford while Melody’s was a vintage Channel off the shoulder number similar to what Sandy wears at the end of grease.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: Ah well if it isn’t my favourite patient, Ms Carpenter how are you feeling today?
Melody looked up and over her shoulder looking at her Doctor with a warm smile on her face, she had known this man for her whole life he was someone she could be very comfortable with. She watched as her Doctor took a seat on the other side of the desk to her and James and he quickly pulled himself into wards his desk before he turned his attention to Melody.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Much better Dr Coshy thanks for asking.
Doctor McCosh looked over at James, his eyes looking above his frameless glasses as he looked at him with a slight smirk on his face.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: And you must be James, I’ve heard so much about you. It’s lovely to finally meet you.
James looked at Melody’s doctor and then back towards Melody wondering what stories she had told him about her and why she felt the need to talk about him to her Doctor in the first place. He narrowed his eyes towards Melody who just gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, hoping that would let him know that it was all good things.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> Thanks I think?
Doctor McCosh looked at James’ discomfort and chuckled to himself, he had heard about James not being the best at sharing information about his private life which was the complete opposite to Melody. Melody looked at her Doctor with a wide smile still on her face, but her leg was still trembling from being nervous.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: So what can I help you with today Melody?
He turned his attention away from Melody and towards his keyboard, before he typed in her details and pulled up her medical history file. Nothing scandalous on there just the routine vaccines, her broken nose, follow ups, blood tests apart from that Melody wasn’t ever sick. Nervously Melody dragged a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear as she bit down on her bottom lip before drawing it inside her mouth she was on edge and didn’t know what the outcome of today’s visit would be.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I well, I, umm need to know if I can get back into the ring again Doc?
Once again he chuckled as he looked across the table towards the two with a smile on his face, he knew why they were both there he was just messing with them. The look on James’ face said it all how did he not know why they were both there? It was like he was a terrible doctor or something, just as James was going to say something Doctor McCosh beat him too it.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: I knew that, I was just seeing how he would react. Don’t worry young James; I’ve been seeing Melody since she was born… I wouldn’t actually forget why she is booked in today.
Doctor McCosh was a good doctor but he had a weird sense of humour something that James wasn’t clicking on to.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> Can we just cut to the chase and find out if she’s cleared or not? I don’t want to seem rude but if she isn’t there’s going to be a holy hell of a storm over at Sin City Wrestling about it. So we kinda need to know, like now what our next steps are?
James looked over at Melody but she could sense the tension from the indirect glare of his side eyes. He seemed mad at her for some reason and she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She had however dragged him out of his busy routine to come with her to the doctors today, to be stuck here in a room with a Doctor who was too concerned with cracking jokes than telling them what the results where. Maybe that’s why he was mad at her? Either way Melody just softly spoke up.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: James, if I can’t wrestle I can’t wrestle there’s no big deal. Let’s be honest I don’t really think Mark or Christian will care if I’m there or not.
There it was, her self-doubt was kicking in again and she was convinced that SCW would be fine without her and that she didn’t have to go back there because she didn’t mean anything to the actual roster or ranks. James knew that she was hiding something from him; he just couldn’t put his finger on it. He had never seen her at this all-time low when it came to wrestling and it was bothering him how "meh" she was being about it all.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> They have booked you, before you gave them clearance because they thought you had clearance, I’d dare say they will be pissed if you back out of your match now at this late stage. It’s completely unprofessional.
Melody couldn’t believe her ears was he really grilling her over the fact that she was booked and might not be able to wrestle? He had a point though but right now Melody wasn’t concerned with the facts she was more concerned about the fact that James didn’t seem to be overly worried about her health at this stage and he was more worried about the business sides of things. However she was dating the longest reigning SCW champion in history and she knew that he had a passion for this company even if he didn’t admit it and she knew what he was getting at but right now she was just shocked. Looking up at him she narrowed her eyes and spoke to him softly so Doctor McCosh couldn’t hear her.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: So basically you’re saying the impact on the company will outweigh my health?
That’s not what he meant and for her to think that way made him even angrier, James went to fire back at her but the sound of Doctor McCosh clearing his throat was enough to drag both of their attentions away from each other and towards the much older man before them. Doctor McCosh now had his computer screen turned so it was facing Melody, while he was quickly reading the result searching for whatever he was looking for while Melody was just staring at a picture of her right shoulder. She didn’t know what a shoulder should look like but she just assumed it was going to be bad news.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: Hmm well let’s have a look shall we?
He continued to read the scan results before his eyes read down to the recommendations from the surgeon, as his eyes read across the screen he couldn’t help but chuckle towards himself. James didn’t see what was so funny, but Melody just pressed her hand on top of his, holding it tightly hoping that would stop him from blowing up at the fumbling old man.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Well?
Doctor McCosh looked up from his computer screen with a big smile beaming over his face, before he gave Melody the news.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: Well… from the looks of things here Ms Carpenter, you’ll be fine, your grade II muscle strain is completely healed up.
Doctor McCosh seemed pleased with himself, like he was the reason she was healed up and ready to go out and face the world again. While the look on Melody’s face should have screamed excitement but for some reason she was slumping back into her chair exhaling loudly. James finally unclenched his gritted teeth and placed his free arm up on the desk in front of him, leaning forward to look at the before and after photos of Melody’s shoulder scan before his eyes darted down to the findings of her injury.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> Hold up a Grade II strain as in a partial tear?
James was staring at the computer for what seemed a lifetime before he turned back to look at Melody, his hand instantly sliding off her leg in support as the look on his face said it all. Melody on the other hand just swallowed hard, she knew what she was going to be in trouble for and she knew it was going to be out in the open soon.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: She didn’t tell you?
Doctor McCosh looked from his computer to James and then over to Melody who was now biting down hard on her bottom lip. She had her reasons for keeping her injury under wraps from James but she doubted that reason would really matter because the pissed off look on his face was screaming another story.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> Does the look on my face say I knew about it?
James turned back to look at Melody, disbelief in his eyes had he known the extent of her injury he would have made sure she was more careful he would have made time to make sure she was training it lightly and repairing the muscle. He would have made time to be around her more and not be off working so hard, he felt angry at himself for not being there but he was angrier at Melody for not telling him. Melody could tell this was going to lead to a follow up conversation one she wasn’t looking forward to but for right now to cut the tension in the room she just playfully joked with him.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I told you I had a little muscle strain.
She was playing it off like it wasn’t serious but she knew that wasn’t going to sit well with James, his body and her body was his temple and right now she wasn’t looking hers very well. Well she was but not in the way he felt like she should have been. Melody just didn’t want James to stress over her, I mean he was riding the wave of his career right now and everything was going his way so why would she want him to stress over her?
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> You didn’t tell me the extent of it.
James’ hand fell back into Melody’s even if he was mad at her for not telling him, he couldn’t stay mad at her while he was concerned for her. Melody just held onto James’ hand for dear life hoping that by giving it a slight squeeze he would get the "I’m sorry" vibe.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: She is very lucky she didn’t branch up in Grade III if I’m honest; in fact she is very lucky you forced her to come see me when you did. All of these fibres right here were just holding on for dear life and I think if she wrestled one more match the muscle would have torn and pulled away from her tendon. It’s a serious injury that would have caused complete loss of muscle function for months, if not permanently depending on how well they recover.
Melody pulled a face that could only be explained as her "oh boy" face the face she got when she knew she was going to be in a world of trouble once they left the doctor’s office. James just looked back over at her and sighed, what did he have to do to get her to open up to him about things like this. While Melody was thinking what does she have to do to stop him from blowing up at her when all she wanted was to protect him and keep his vision on what was really important his career and his title. Melody looked at James dead in the eyes and smiled towards him, hoping he would smile back at her but his face was stern but his eyes we riddled with concern.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: But I’m all good now right?
Melody looked away from James she couldn’t look at him while he was looking at her like that, so she turned her attention towards her doctor hoping that they could leave this room and head home. Doctor McCosh got up from his seat and he smiled down at them both.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: Yes Ms Carpenter your few weeks away from the ring and your recovery plan has worked in your favour.
That sounded promising at least Melody was smart enough to get her-self checked out and done the correct steps to heal her-self while being away from the ring. That fact alone brought a slight smile to James’ face knowing that she wasn’t being reckless while injured was a positive thought in his mind. Mel saw James’ slight smile and she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that he was now maybe not going to rage at her for not telling him the whole truth about her shoulder. However now her mind was racing to the fact that she had to wrestle this Sunday night and it had been a while since she had been in the ring and the last time she was there she had lost her Bombshell Internet Championship. The fear of getting back up and out into the wrestling world was starting to kick back in and that was playing on her mind.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: YAY me. So I can wrestle again?
With a simple nod from her Doctor Melody got the news she wanted but also prayed that she didn’t receive in the same light. For the first time in her life she wanted to wrestle but felt like she didn’t know how to anymore even it was just a few short weeks away from the six sided circle.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: I’ll be seeing your smiling face on my TV this Sunday night, in the ring wrestling. Is there anything else you would like to know?
Melody quickly jumped up out of her chair, while James got up to his feet as well. She quickly reached across the table and shook her doctor’s hand before she quickly made her last comments towards her family doctor.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: No I think I’m good.
With that said and done Melody just wanted to get out of this room before she had a full blown panic attack about her fears of heading towards the ring this Sunday. She gently pulled on James’ hand signalling that she was ready to go but James hadn’t finished. He reached across the table and shook the doctor’s hand.
< FONT COLOR=#FBB917>J2H: </FONT> Thank you for your time.
James quickly wrapped his hand around the back of Melody’s waist placing his open palm on the small of her back, reassuring her she was going to be okay.
< font color=C5908E>Doctor McCosh: I’d say anytime, but please stop getting injured.
The three shared an awkward laugh before Melody and James left the room and headed off on their next adventure.
**
Tuesday: 15th of November 2016;
Morning
5:15am and she was awake, she didn’t know why she was awake but she was wide awake. As she rolled over and dragged the thick white doona cover over her head Melody rolled towards her side, expecting to see James lying beside her, however he wasn’t there he was gone. Sitting up in her bed in a frantic state Melody looked around her large bedroom that she shared with her boyfriend James, he was nowhere to be seen. Slipping out front underneath the covers Melody placed her feet on the hard wooden floor and headed off towards the bathroom, listening out for any signs of life. Nothing, she heard nothing, twirling around the room once more she made her way towards the large walk in robe that she shared with J2H in search of James but once again it was empty. Reaching out she tugged on one of his shirts and removed it from the hanger and she quickly wrapped it around her body before she made her way out of the room.
The house was oddly quiet, normally if James was awake before her he would be down stairs training, or watching TV or shouting at Dexter but nothing, she couldn’t hear a single thing. As she made her way down the hallway she looked in the other rooms of her house looking for her boyfriend while she started to button up the buttons of James’ business shirt that she was now wearing. She made her way towards the staircase before she made her descend down to the lower level of their Beverly Hills home but still she couldn’t hear anything. Running her fingers through her messy blonde hair she yawned, she felt sick to her stomach as she didn’t know what was happening with her and James lately but this wasn’t like him to just get up and leave. As Melody circled around the bottom of the stairs she made her way towards their living room, the TV was off so she knew he wasn’t in there so she made her way towards the kitchen.
It was in the kitchen where she found Simpson, James’ bodyguard helping himself to a cup of strong black coffee while he was reading the daily newspaper. Melody cracked a smile, knowing that Simpson was taking a rare moment without James to catch up with day to day life; it was something that she encouraged him to do. Melody picked up the pace and made her way towards Simpson, fixing up her bed hair on her way. She wasn’t concerned that Simpson would see her in James’ shirt and a pair of pink boxer shorts, the man was practically family; plus this wasn’t the first time he would witness Melody in full relaxed mode. As Melody skipped into the kitchen with a smile on her face to see her friend Simpson looked up at her and smiled before he brought the rim of the coffee cup up to his lips. He took a swig of his drink before he placed the cup back down on the marble bench top that was in front of him.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Ah Ms Grace, you’re awake. How was your sleep?
Simpson was dressed up in his suit, so clearly that meant he was in work mode today which meant that James had to be around here somewhere. Melody rounded the counter in the kitchen and was now standing on the other side of it. She looked down to see that her phone was still there, where she left it last night charging while James’ was gone.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Fine, it was fine… hey have you seen James around? I woke up and he wasn’t in bed and now I can’t find him?
Looking up at Simpson, Melody brought her eyebrows together she was concerned that she couldn’t find her boyfriend but now she was more concerned from the surprised look on Simpson’s face.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: You mean he didn’t tell you?
Melody looked at Simpson confused as she titled her head to the side. No he hadn’t told her anything; she had no idea what Simpson was talking about.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Tell me what?
Melody was now staring at Simpson unsure of what he was going to say but she knew from the blank look on his face it wasn’t going to be something good. He knew where James was and now he was going to have to tell Melody and shatter her heart into a million pieces. The young blonde just looked at Simpson tapping her right index finger on her left arm as she had them crossed over her chest.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Ms Grace, James has gone to the airport this morning and is flying out to Georgia for a few days. I thought you knew?
Melody didn’t know that’s what James was going to do, he had never said anything to her about going to the farm that he learnt how to wrestle at. She was pissed, oh so pissed but she couldn’t and wouldn’t show Simpson that, after all it wasn’t Simpson’s fault that James had left without letting her know where he was going. Melody just took a moment to collect her thoughts before she twirled around to face the fridge.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Oh… um… well… I’m sure he did tell me, maybe I just didn’t listen? You know me; these things should just be painted on.
Sher turned back towards Simpson and pointed to her ears as if to say she was a bad listener but the thing was Simpson knew that Melody truly had no idea that James was heading off to the country without her. He could tell by the pained look in her eyes but she was now trying to cover up and she spun away from Simpson to look at the contents of her fridge looking for something to distract herself from feeling this way.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Are you alright Ms Grace?
Melody just turned to Simpson and smiled the fakest smile she could muster up at this time, as she brought out a drink bottle filled with crystal clear water.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I’m fine Simpson and please call me Melody, Mel, Melly anything but Ms Grace.
She shut the fridge door behind her before she cracked the lid off the bottled water and brought it to her lips; she had to do something to distract herself even if it was just simply drinking water. She also didn’t want to burst into tears in front of Simpson; he had witnessed her do a lot of things but not that. Melody wasn’t going to put Simpson in the spot where she was crying over James in front of him, she knew how he felt about James and she knew that he didn’t agree with his actions at times but she also knew he was loyal to the boy.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: But James insists that I call you Ms Grace.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Yeah well James isn’t here right now, so please no formalities.
She snapped back at him instantly before turning her attention down to the water bottle in her hands and before she knew it her fingers on her left hand were picking at the label of the bottle something she hadn’t done for a very long time. She was a little destructive when she was really hurt and sad and right now, she was feeling the sting from the pinch that James had just delivered.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Okay, Ms… Mel should I ready the car and take you to training, you have your big return match this Sunday night that must be exciting?
Simpson was trying to distract Melody because he could see the hurt in her eyes but he didn’t know exactly what to offer her. Taking another sip of his hot coffee, Melody watched as he fumbled around his jacket pocket looking for something.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I’m not going to training Simbabwe. I’m not even sure I’m going to High Stakes, so what’s the point?
She placed the bottle down on the bench in front of her before she walked over towards the fruit bowl that was in the middle of the island bench, she rummaged her way through the bowl before picking up a green apple. She rubbed the apple on James’ shirt something she knew if he was home she would have gotten in trouble for but she didn’t care right now, right now she was focused on being a brat.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: But you have been cleared to wrestle, why wouldn’t you go?
That was fair question and Simpson was right to ask it but by the look on Melody’s face he knew he wasn’t going to get a straight answer. As Melody spoke to him she could still seem him stumbling to find something in his lined business suit jacket.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Because it’s not the same Simbo… I don’t feel the same; I’m going to fail just like the last time. So I’m cashing out early. I’m giving up.
She was being a brat but she was being an honest brat she did think she was going to trip stumble and fall once she got back into the ring that why she had shown no interest in returning to wrestling at all. She was fearful she would get injured again; she was scared she would lose again and well she didn’t want to have to look at Kate Steele parading her championship belt around even if they were an unofficial tag team. It still hurt it all hurt, the fact that the roster continued on without her hurt, the fact that she wasn’t there for Despy hurt and the fact that she was sidelined for breaking up a backstage brawl hurt and now that same person who injured her way going after her title.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: That doesn’t sound like the Melody I know, what’s going on?
A loud sigh is all that Simpson was met with as Melody just looked down at the apple in her hand, unsure if she was going to eat it or if she was just playing with it to distract herself.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Nothing is going on Simpson; I just don’t want to waste my time training when I know, and I KNOW that I will just fail again. I’m just NOT going to put myself through that or my fans they deserve the best and I’m far from the best right now. So I’m not going to stupid training, I’m not getting inside the ring and in fact I’m not going to High Stakes I’m done, I’m so done, I was done before being done was a thing.
While Melody was talking she watched Simpson struggle with his jacket pocket once more and it was driving her insane what on earth was he up to?
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: What are you doing?
Simpson finally pulled his hand out of his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, he was looking down at it before he unlocked the screen and went to dial a number.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Calling James, he said to call if anything goes wrong and well… something is very wrong.
Melody looked at Simpson and with all of her might she narrowed her eyes at him, she couldn’t believe that he was going to call James to tell on her. Melody slammed the apple back down on the bench stealing Simpson’s attention as she rudely spoke to him.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Don’t you dare call James, I’m fine… plus he won’t even care I mean he didn’t even bother to tell me he was going to Mr Parker’s house… where’s the love Simpson? Where is his concern about how I feel about wrestling?
She ran her right hand through her long blonde hair livid at the thought that Simpson was going to call James, what could James do? He was on a plane heading to Georgia to spend time with his trainer. He didn’t care about Melody and her issues right now and Melody didn’t care for him to know her issues right now as she was hurt by him leaving her without a single word spoken. I guess he justified I mean he had finally given her a taste of her own medicine. Simpson stopped the call mid dial and he put his phone down on the bench to show Melody he was no longer calling James.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: To be fair Ms Grace, James did tell me you weren’t honest about your injury…
Simpson didn’t mean to take James’ side he was just who used to being his body guard and that meant protecting him from everything even the 5’6" girl who was standing in front of him right now getting pissed off at James for leaving her. It was in his nature to protect him, but he also knew he had to protect her and right now he wasn’t doing such a good job of it.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Oh so this is all because I didn’t tell him I was injured, nope, nup not buying it. Now I guess he left you to baby sit me to make sure I don’t run away… do what you want, just don’t call James about anything if he was concerned he would have been here… anyways I don’t care but I’m not going to training, I’m not going to wrestle, I quit. I’m out.
She threw her hands up in the air like a child throwing a tantrum and she headed towards the exit of the kitchen before she knew it she could feel Simpson’s hand pressed lightly on her shoulder stopping her. Melody twirled around and looked up at him, pain in her eyes as she was holding back tears, she didn’t mean to be cranky at him she didn’t want to be but right now she didn’t have any other way to shake these feelings.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Ms Grace is there anything I can help you with today?
In his effort to cheer her up to try and right his wrongs that weren’t even really his wrongs Simpson reached out to Melody but she wasn’t buying it.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Yeah, stay away from me and leave me alone.
She screamed at him through gritted teeth something that he never expected from her, Melody took off and stormed her way towards the staircase when she heard him call for her.
< font color=FFA62F>Simpson: Ms Grace.
Simpson watched as Melody throws her hands up in the air once more as she made her way up the stairs.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: STOP CALLING ME THAT!
It was followed up with a loud SLAM as she slammed her bedroom door behind her, like a true child would. Simpson just looked up the stairs worried about Melody before he headed back into the kitchen; he reached for his phone once more and flicked through his contacts. His finger hoovered over the name James Huntington-Hawkes III for a good two minutes wondering if he should call him and tell him what was happening but something changed his mind and with a few scrolls of his thumb the name Derek Thorne was now centred in the middle of Simpson’s phone. With a massive sigh and a moment to think about it Simpson pressed dial and before he knew it, the phone was ringing. It was answered and now he was talking to the one and only Derek Thorne. What did he have in store? And why would he call him? Well, you’ll have to wait and see.
**
Tuesday: 15th of November 2016;
Afternoon
Well you won’t have to wait and see much longer as right now Melody Grace was standing in the middle of a traditional four sided wrestling ring with her trainer / coach Derek Thorne towering up by her side. Melody was dressed in a pair of bright pink Nike running shoes, a ¾ length pair of tight black yoga pants, her midriff was on display while she had on a small pink crop top that covered a black sports bar. Her long blonde hair was perched on the top of her head in a power ponytail while she was staring up at the much taller Derek Thorne. Derek was wearing a pair of grey sweat pants and a pair of black jogging shoes, not a lot had changed for the Swede apart from the fact he was now sporting long blonde hair that sat just above his shoulders. Melody had her arms folded across her chest as she looked up at him unimpressed that she was standing in the middle of a wrestling ring, while he was hovering over her like the tall giant that he was. The smug look on his face said it all, he was glad she was in a bad mood; it was going to work in his favour for today’s training session.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I really don’t want to be here.
Melody looked up at Derek unamused, but the Swede didn’t bat an eyelid, he just focused on her with that intense look in his eyes. That same cold look that put fear into women, children and grown men it was a penetrating glare that almost ripped through your soul as it searched for answers. He knew his little Melody was broken when it came to returning to wrestling, but he knew he could easily flip her switch and get her to love it once more. She just needed to be taught a valuable life lesson first.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: And I really didn’t want to receive a call in the middle of the my breakfast from Simpson saying my greatest accomplishment in SCW has just given up all hope.
He was telling her the truth since he joined SCW his career didn’t really take off the way he had hoped for but he was proud knowing that she was the best at what she does because of him. So what he didn’t have a glamorous career in SCW he didn’t need one when he could boast about the fact that he dragged Melody from loveable fan girl, to ditzy backstage sensation to the fighting champion that she was. He did that, she didn’t train with anyone else, he created her in the wrestling world, he took her under his wing when she came to him and asked him to train her while everyone just laughed at her. Even her closest friends turned her away, Odette mocked her, Gabriel just laughed, Synn was too focused on Joshua but he took her in and taught her the basics and before she packed up and left SCW after her fall out with James; Melody returned back into his life, saving him from his last days on this earth and helped bring him back to health. In those months that she was away and when he was feeling better, he took the time out of his day to train her from daylight to dark and well… look at the results. Since she had returned no one in SCW has even been able to hold a candle to her. Sure she had lost 2 matches, but remaining undefeated for a good part of the year while everyone else has been tripping and fumbling… she was the true hero of the Bombshell roster. The sad thing was Melody just couldn’t see it.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Yeah well I don’t care.
She was giving him attitude something that Derek had never seen before, he only knew 3 sides of Ms Grace. Her first side was her happy go lucky bubbly side; the second side was her dedicated I must be the best side and her third side was the ability to withstand some of the most brutal training routines without even a whimper or a complaint. However the young woman he was looking down upon was far from the woman he remembered when it came to training, it was okay though he was going to beat that out of her.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Oh you will care.
He licked his lips like a wolf that was preparing himself to devour a meal; he had something in mind for her that would teach her a lesson that would bring back her respect for the business. He knew it wasn’t going to be nice and he knew that she would hate him by the end of it but he felt the need to save her like she did to him. He had to get Melody Grace Carpenter back to her old ways of not having fear of being inside the wrestling ring and he had to do it fast, her return match was approaching fast and they were running out of time.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I don’t and I won’t.
The sassiness in her voice was almost humorous to him, if she thought he was going to give up on her she had another thing coming. Melody just couldn’t understand why he was hearing, well she knew why he was here but she didn’t know why he had cared. He never rang her; he never showed any interest in her career he just hid out in Norway / Sweden while everyone else’s trainers were by their sides. Sure Derek flew in at Summer XXXtreme to see her big match but Melody had heard from the grapevine that Derek had to been talked into coming by J2H. Surely if she was his greatest accomplishment in SCW he should have wanted to be there, not have to be begged to be there. Derek just continued to smirk down at Melody before he cracked his neck to the side before he motioned for her to stretch. Melody did some half arsed stretches before she dropped her arms down to her side and jiggled them. Derek was about to motion for her to stretch again but he decided to stop himself, she was going to learn the hard way today.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Trust me you will, now run the ropes Melody.
Derek used his right index finger and moved it from one rope to the other telling Melody which way he wanted her to run the ropes, however Melody wasn’t playing the game. She stuffed her hand son her hips and just looked directly up into Derek’s eyes defying his instructions.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I don’t want to.
Within a single blink Derek had bowed down and was now in Melody’s face he was just inches away from her and with the sound of his back teeth grinding off one another he roared in her face.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: RUN THE FUCKING ROPES!
He was directly in her face and that was scary, she had never been afraid of Derek hurting her but she knew firsthand what he could do to a person, she had watched him beat a man senseless in Norway. Without another word Melody took her hands off her hips and she walked over to the closest ropes, she bounced off them and started to jog across the canvas before turning and bouncing off the opposite ropes. She was at a nice pace but that wasn’t good enough for Derek as he now stood back and lent up against the ropes that Melody wasn’t using and he rested his elbows on top of them leaning on the ropes like he was on vacation and he was lounging by the pool. His loud Swedish voice was heard.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Faster.
Melody ran between the ropes, each time she hit one set she turned and ran towards the other. She was like a tennis ball in a game of tennis being volleyed between the players. Ropes turn, run, ropes, turn, run… over and over and over again. Ping, pong, ping, pong, she continued at a steady pace while Derek watched on like a hawk barking orders at her. He looked down at his watch for a second before he returned his glare back to her. He could sense that Melody had noticed him take his eyes off her for a single second and that she had dropped off with the pace and he was swift to fix that.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Clear your head and run, faster… harder.
She continued to run the ropes and she was trying to get faster, she thought she was going as fast as she could but something was holding her back. Derek knew that she was limiting herself, he knew that she was a lot faster at this, he knew that she was being a diva about it so he was going to make her run the ropes until she learnt her lesson.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I can’t…
She was giving up and she was starting to fumble but Derek pushed himself off the ropes and he was now running beside her, he was watching her, guiding her but also teaching her a very important lesson. Melody looked up at him, he face was flushed red from running, her sides of her body was starting to burn red from her skin slapping against the ropes, burning her flesh. She was hurting, she was in a world of pain and she just wanted to give up but Derek wouldn’t allow her too.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: If you stop Melody, we will just start all over again now run those ropes.
He stopped running by her side and watched as she wobbled around on her feet as the red marks on her side started to split open, live gravel rash. The blood was rushing to the surface each time she made contact with the ropes sending a volt of pain to run down her body. He could tell that she was in pain by the way she closed her eyes and had her teeth clenched together.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: It hurts everything hurts.
Her voice sounded desperate as if she was hoping he would tell her to stop, she didn’t know why she was still running the ropes she could have stopped if she wanted to but for some reason proving him wrong and right was more important than the pain that was running though her body. Over coming her like a waterfall cascading down a cliff face that was the rapidness of her pain threshold right now. She was starting to feel dizzy but she knew she had to fight through that she was just waiting for him to say stop and that this part of the training would be over with.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: I don’t care if it hurts… keep going.
So Melody kept going and going and going, running back and forth back and forth. Rope, turn, run, rope, turn, run. Derek took a step back and watched his student run the ropes and he looked down at his watch as she was nearing the twenty minute mark, her back and sides were red raw from the velocity she was getting and from the impact on the ropes, she was going to be sore and sorry tomorrow but she hadn’t learnt her lesson and right now that was his main focus. She continued to run, almost tripping at once stage, he legs felt like jelly as she turned and looked at him.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I can’t… I have to stop.
She went to stop but Derek launched himself forward and he placed his large hand on her back and he pushed her towards the ropes, as if to help spring her into them. Melody crashed into the ropes and was trying to hold onto them but Derek hauled on her arm and dragged her across the ring forcing her to run the ropes. If anyone thought that Melody’s training camps in the middle of beautiful Norway was something less than intense they had no idea what she was capable of but yet she was guarded in SCW and they never put her in roulette style matches in fear that she would break.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: You think you can’t but you can, now keep running; keep up the pace and if you stop so help me God.
He was screaming at her again, barking down orders as he finally let her arm go and watched Melody run the ropes. He watched as she turned, yelped in pain and ran only to do it all over again. Her back was covered in red welts that looked like burns, while the blood was just resting under the surface like carpet burn. He could see her body sweat drip over her sore and he knew that it would have been burning, but the look on her face had slightly changed from defeated and angry to just plan angry. It was a good sign he needed her to snap out of this, he needed her to realise what she could do and he needed her to not give up.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: What’s going on in that mind of yours?
Like a professional trainer, he was trying to see what he was dealing with and Melody was now at her weakest point, her body was crumpling but somehow she was able to continue the pattern that he had her doing. Melody couldn’t say anything at first she was too focused on what she was doing, Derek now looked at his watch they had been doing this for 1 hour now and she was still fighting it. He needed her to tell him what was really going on in her mind. Melody finally yelled out towards him her voice broken from the exhaustion that was rippling through her body.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I’m not good enough.
She screamed in pain.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I’m going to fail.
She let out a massive exhale as she tried to remember her breathing so she didn’t pass out.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I’m scared of getting back in the ring.
She ripped across the ring again and again and again, before 5 more minutes passed before she finally spoke to him once again.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: What if I fail? What if I get injured again?
She continued to yoyo across the ring and she continued to put her body through hell as she screamed out in pain, each time her skin slapped against the ropes she winched she was in agony. She could feel the blood rising under her skin, she could feel her salt sweat rolling down her back stinging her welts but she couldn’t stop he wouldn’t let he stop and for some crazy reason she didn’t want to stop.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: The fans hate me, James hates me and I hate me.
Derek just rolled his eyes but Melody didn’t see it. The fans didn’t hate her, James he didn’t care if he hated her but the fact she hated herself was enough to make him sick. How and why? He watched her not saying a single word as she continued to run back and forth back and forth. If he wasn’t so focused he surely would have been dizzy by now.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I don’t want to fail, I don’t want to crash and burn but I’m going to, I know it, I just know it.
Melody stumbled and she started to slow down something that Derek wouldn’t allow. He barked at her like a wild dog, as he spoke to her his accent cutting through her ear drums driving themselves into her mind. He was mad at her for being so hard on her-self.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Pick up the pace, I didn’t stay stop.
Melody closed her eyes and gritted her teeth while she continued to run the ropes, more time scaled past them before she spoke out her voice was broken, she was out of breath her body was aching she just wanted to cry she just wanted to give in. Derek looked down at his watch 1 hour and 35 minutes she had been going back and forth, he knew she was going to break soon, he needed her to.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: I… fe—el… like… I’m… I’m… going…. to… pass… out.
She felt sick and the paleness that had taken over her face was backing up that story she was way past the point of exhaustion and she was just minutes away from passing out. Derek could see that but he wasn’t going to stop it. Melody had to learn her lesson. It was a tough lesson but it was a lesson she needed to go through.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: Well pass out, but you don’t stop until I say stop… now keep going.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing but for some reason she was still running, well she was running she was running for another 7 minutes before everything went black and she fell to the canvas. Derek quickly made his way over towards her and rolled Melody onto her stomach as her back was torn to shreds with the cuts just waiting the burst open and release her blood. Derek didn’t mind what he was looking at, but he didn’t like it either he knew his training methods were off but he knew that once Melody came around she would be okay. He kept an eye on her pulse and her breathing as Melody slowly started to come back around into the land of the living. All she could hear was his smug laughter and a few mumbled words that he spoke.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: That’s going to hurt, but a lesson was taught and hopefully learnt.
Melody just reclosed her eyes her body aching from head to toe but she could feel the cool breeze on her back and it was stinging like a thousand and one bee stings on her back. Derek was just lucky that she couldn’t see the damage because for sure she would have been in tears. It looked as if she had been scraped with a wire brush before she was buffed over with sandpaper and hit with a hammer. It was going to be extremely bruised tomorrow and she would be lucky if she could even sleep on her back for the rest of the week. Nevertheless she had learnt a very valuable life lesson and this was all going to do her the world of good.
**
Tuesday: 15th of November 2016
Did you know there is only a total of 39 days 7 hours and 50 minutes till CHRISTMAS? Well at this moment in time that exactly how much time you all have to run out and buy your loved one presents and freak out about not saving enough money during the year to get everyone the gift that you originally had in mind. I know it’s a stressful time for some, while others just love the holiday spirit while others just live for Santa Claus and can’t wait for that Jolly old man to slide into your house and drop off presents. Let take a stab in the dark which type of Christmas person Melody would be hmmm I’m going to go with Grinch.
NOT!
It was 412pm on Tuesday afternoon, Melody had spent the morning fighting with Simpson and the mid afternoon training with Derek and since then she was brought home. She had recovered from her passing out moment but now she was wide awake and sore her whole body was sore. However she wasn’t home alone as Simpson was in her house that she shared with James watching over her like a hawk. She didn’t know why he was it’s not like she was going anywhere and she wasn’t sure why he was staying after she snapped at him. Nevertheless she couldn’t sleep and she didn’t have anything on her agenda to do tonight so she had taken it upon herself to go Christmas shopping after training but now she was sitting in the middle of her living room looking around at the massive arena that she was going to turn into her Christmas wonderland. As she sat on the floor with her legs crossed she had a drawing pad resting on her lap as she had drawn up her design for the house and she was just running over some of the finer points and details that was until the doorbell rang. Melody leapt up to her feet and Blitzen her way over towards the front door pulling it open she smiled as the man she was looking for was standing on the other side.
The delivery man and behind the delivery man was two maxi moving trucks filled with Christmases goodness. Melody clapped her hands together and told the man where to drop all of the items out of the truck and before she knew it she was back standing in the middle of her large living room that was now jammed backed with boxes. It was going to be a long day and night but she had chore to do and she was going to do it all in this afternoon and tonight. Simpson kept his eye on Melody as she started to open all the boxes that were all different sizes before she caught him staring so he quickly took off like a Comet leaving her to her own devices.
1 hour later inside James and Melody’s study that over looked the pristine green gardens there was now a room filled with Christmas joy there was a traditional red, green and gold Christmas tree, while a frosty the snowman was now sitting the desk top while a candle was blaring from his tummy lighting up the room.
2 hours later Melody had made her way into the kitchen there was another grand Christmas tree set up in the dining room, while she had just added some small trinkets around the kitchen to make it feel like Christmas. She has swapped the normal boring tea towels to festive ones, while she lined the back of the stovetop splash back with Christmas candles. There was two big round glass jars filled with candy canes and shortbreads. Melody quickly looked down at her watch and she knew she had to get her Dasher on because she was behind with her times.
3 hours later she had turned their stairways into wreaths as she had twirled green Christmas tress material around the handrails while she added some red bows to it to spice it up.
4 hours later she had transformed their bedroom with an array of Christmas displays and a small Christmas tree, she didn’t over do this room as she knew that James would probably hate it so she kept it very minimalistic and classy.
5 hours later she had gone to all the bathrooms and switched over the toilet paper to Christmas themed, while she change dover the hand towels and body towels to green and gold giving it that Christmas feel. Adding Christmas candles to ever room that she went too, once she was happy she skipped off like a Prancer while her short white flowy dress bounced with her movements.
6 hours later and the she had snuck into the man cave room and placed a single frosty the snowman on the table, he had a bowl filled with candy canes in her tummy. Melody also took the time to play with James’ pinball machine trying to break his high score, when she couldn’t beat it she just nudged the machine and went back to work.
7 hours later she was busy away at changing some of the light bulbs in the house so they glow gold and green, giving off a festive feel. After that she turned her attention to Puppy’s fish tank where she placed a small Christmas tree inside it making Puppy’s home feel more like Christmas.
8 Hours later she had transformed Dexter’s little nesting area into a cute little Christmas nest, she didn’t know why she did it she hadn’t seen Dexter in days but she knew he always flew back home plus who knows he was probably in Georgia with his dad they both just couldn’t be bothered to tell her.
Wednesday: 16th of November 2016
9 hours later Melody was scattering little trinkets around the house, filling all the spots with Christmas houses, gingerbread men, snow globes, the house wasn’t filled with Christmas stuff however she had a touch for decorating where it looked like just the right amount of stuff.
10 hours later it was 2am in the morning and Melody was outside fumbling around the porch setting up 2 nutcrackers there to stand guard of her front door, while she also hung a wreath on the middle of their massive wooden doors. Melody took a step back and she was happy with her work she skipped back inside feeling like a hard working Vixen.
11 hours later she was standing at the top of a ladder placing a cute bunch of mistletoe above the front entrance way to their home, knowing that this was going to cheat James out of so many kisses that he held back from her. He wasn’t huge on public displays of affection but now he had no excuse to get out of them. Cupid would have been proud of the way Melody had played this card.
12 hours later Melody finally returned back outside and she spent the next 6 hours out the front, she was decorating the driveway, placing big trees up along the sides of it. Well to be honest she did have a helping hand as the delivery guys had come back around 6pm and where helping her with the massive trees but if James was to ask she did this all on her own and Donner never helped her at all.
17 hours later the front yard was done and Melody was starting to feel the pinch she was exhausted but she still had a few things left to do and she wasn’t going to stop until their house was perfect. Simpson had returned and he was overlooking the front yard with a smirk on his face, he was worried she had gone too far but he thought it looked magical and classy but he also knew that James was probably going to hate it. Melody didn’t seem to care though as she twirl around the yard like a Dancer before going inside.
18 hours later it midday on Wednesday and Melody had stopped to go take a shower and have something to eat. She was regretting the shower as the water felt like it was stabbing her back, Simpson could hear her sobbing from downstairs and a massive part of him wanted to race up there to check on her but he knew that she was still mad at him and that it wasn’t right for him to check up on a lady while she was showering. Her back was still a mess but the swelling had gone done and now it was starting to bruise up nicely she didn’t know why she had run the ropes for that long but there was something about it that made her feel powerful. Simpson had taken it upon himself to order Melody’s favourite take away meal and get the Indian food delivered with her favourite thing in the world Garlic Naan. The two didn’t say a single world while they ate their meals but they did share small smiles. Melody was going to have to apologise for the way she acted towards him but right now she was too upset and mad to even think about it.
19 hours later Melody skipped out of the kitchen in her new floral dress while she twirled around the massive Christmas Wonderland that she had created in their home. She was just finishing up the last of the 12 trees yes you read that right 12 trees that she had up in the house. There was a tree dedicated to Puppy a Tree for Dexter a Tree for James, a Tree for Simpson and a Tree for Melody in the living room alone all as grand as each other. Under the trees there were gifts placed under them all except Melody’s as she didn’t buy her own presents. Even Dexter and Puppy’s trees had gifts under them with gifts wrapped in brown wrapping paper and tired with gold string, the cards on the gifts read "To Puppy Merry Christmas love Mom and Dad" while there was even multiple gifts for the fish just from Melody and just from James. Simpson read over the cards and chuckled knowing that James didn’t buy a single one of these gifts and he was going to blow up when he saw them. However Melody’s pets were her babies and they weren’t going to miss out on a single thing even if she had to buy their presents from James herself.
24 hours later and Melody was still awake putting the finishing touches on the house and she was feeling it, she was tired, sore and all Christmased out she was now resting down on the large white sofa in her living room looking at all of her hard work when she finally took a moment to look at her phone. That’s when she saw the Tweet from James – Let’s have a minute of Honesty, it looks like me @YoMelodyXo are going our separate ways. Just throwing it here before rumours start off.
And by early, early EARLY Thursday morning, Melody was on her way to the airport with just a carry on bag packed heading towards Norway.
TBC in J2H's roleplay.
**
Friday: 18th of November 2016;
High-tailing it on the back of J2H’s promo Melody could be frond standing in the middle of her kitchen standing across from Derek Thorne. She had just spoken to James outside and has returned inside to speak with Derek, who had showed up at her house this morning. It must have been pretty important for him to come all this way to talk to her about it, but in other news Derek rarely ever used his phone when it came to contact he was more of an in your face type of guy who liked to see you reaction and feel out the emotions behind your replies. Before James had made his way down to the kitchen to borrow Melody for a few minutes to talk, Derek and Melody had exchanged their hellos and now they were back to the part of the conversation where it left off.
< font color=#D462FF>Melody: Thanks for waiting Derek, is everything okay?
Melody looked up at her trainer who towered over her, he was a beast of a man everything about him screamed more animal than human but Melody was one of the very few lucky ones that had seen his softer side.
< font color=4E8975>Derek: You tell me?
Derek watched as J2H left the room and headed towards the study, his eyes piercing into him like a viper that had sensed his neck meal and was going to strike. Derek didn’t mind James; he just didn’t like seeing Melody upset. Melody looked over her shoulder at what Derek was getting at and she quickly turned back to look at him with a sm
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