Book 1: Crimson Blitz
Chapter 15: Give me more
~Part 1: The News! (NP: “Lightning’s theme song” from Final Fantasy XIII)~
Melanie Gabrielle sat in her office alone. She had lost last match to Mercedes but she wasn't dwelling on it. It was an honorable fight and that made it sweeter for her.The two Bombshells stole the show and they knew it. Right now she had switched gears to this week. Her and Connor would be facing Alexis Edwards and Steve Ramone this round.
Mel knew that it was important she won and that Steve and Alexis were no joke. It seemed the Clan couldn't get enough of the Nobdies. They teamed together with them and faced them. Oh how fate was werid with this. Mel didn't care, she knew Connor was skilled. The two of them work perfectly together and they'd prove it again.
Marie: Mrs.Gabrielle, you have a call on line one.
Mel: Thanks Marie!
Mel picked up her phone and answered it.
“Hello? Mrs.Gabrielle?”
Mel: Yes this is her.
“Ah good. My name is Johnathan Brooks and, I'm calling because my company and I wanted to know if you would like to have a book written about you and your family.”
Mel had to blink. She wasn't sure if she had heard him correctly or not.
Mel: A book...on my family?
Johnathan: Yes! Mrs. Devereux if I may call you that; your story is very fascinating! Many people are inspired by you all. I mean Ms.Abaadon is seen as a feminist icon, Ms.Rosangela is seen as a role model for the GLBT.
Mel had to blink at that. She had no idea how much of an impact they'd have.
Mel: Oh my God! I didn't realize this.
Johnathan: I know the magi-blood don't dwell on their fame for the most part. I understand that. So what do you say?
Mel was about to answer but the door to her office opened up. Walking inside was Sam.
Mel: Mr.Brooks you have a deal!
Johnathan: Thank you Mrs.Gabrielle, I will have my lawyer contact you with the contract in a few days.
Mel: Thank you.
Mel hung up and Sam had a curious look on his face. Mel calmly got up. She smiled at him and ran over hugging him
Mel: We're having a book written about us!
Sam: Are you serious!?
Mel: Yes! Oh my God, Sam, you won't believe this. Mr.Brooks had called and gave some examples of what all we’ve done.
Sam: This is amazing. Congrats Mel.
Mel: What's wrong?
Sam: Nothing...you're not going to tell them.
Light bulb!
Mel: No, no! That is up to you.
Sam nodded and Mel returned to her desk.
Sam: So did you hear about Rei and Luce?
Mel: If it's about Claude then yes.
Sam sighed and shook his head as he sat down.
Sam: For eff sakes! No way in hell would I allow me and you to do that.
Mel chuckled.
Mel: Nor would I. What we do behind closed doors is our thing.
Sam: They don't need to know about our sex life.
Both Mel and Sam laughed.
Mel: That's true!
Sam: You know people are doubting you.
Mel: Oh I know… oh I know and I have a plan.
Sam: You're not about to use your abilities right?
Mel smirked.
Mel: Oh it's not that...it's not that.
Sam: What is it though?
Mel: Where’s my sword?
Sam blinked and sighed knowing what she was referring to. Sam walked over to the wall and pressed in his code. He grabbed her sword and tossed it to her. Mel took it out and looked at the blade. A dark smirk played on her face as she got up from the desk.
Sam: Are you sure you want to do this?
Mel: Damn right I do!
~Part 2: Causing a black out (NP: “Courtesy Call” by: Thousand Foot Krutch)~
Mel went to see Claudia Seraphina in Russia. The younger Seraphina had received a call from Melanie before and Claudia had a feeling. Claudia sat down in her living room with Melanie sitting across from her. The topic was on inducing a blackout. The blackout would cause Mel to be more violent than normal. Claudia protested.
Claudia: Do you remember what happened last time?
Mel: I know Claudia but…
[color#8b0a50]Claudia: Think about this first![/color]
Mel nodded as her mind went to the past.
Back in Denmark shock had set in for Mel. The door to her bed room was locked and her husband was trying to get in from the other side. Mel blocked out his voice as her knees were placed under her jaw. The coldness in the air made her mind scream loudly. She knew she had done wrong and that Sam was right. She knew that maybe this wasn’t a good idea. But Mel also knew she shouldn’t take any of Dorn’s crap. Mel had Norse in her blood and Dorn had manipulated that in her. Mel lost control and she hadn’t for over two years now.
Sam: Melanie let me right now please!
She said nothing. It wasn't long before Roxi arrived to meet Samuel, a look of concern on her face.
Roxi: Sam... what is going on?
Sam: Something’s wrong with Mel. It’s like she’s in shock or something. I’m trying to get her to open the door but she won’t answer me or anything. She’s blocked me out mentally and it’s like something has a grip on her.
Roxi: Let me see if I can help her.
Roxi calmly walked to the door and knocked.
Roxi: Mel... are you okay? It's Roxi... I'm just here to talk.
Mel felt her back start to flair again. Mel let out a loud scream of pain and she felt herself tip over to the side. Mel couldn’t speak verbally but both Sam and Roxi could hear her mind clear as day.
Mel: No! It’s supposed to be gone! He isn’t supposed to have a connection with me! It burns!
Roxi looked over a Samuel, very concerned.
Roxi: Sam... we have to get in there...
Sam: That damn scar on her back was supposed to be gone Roxi. I checked her back and it was gone. I don't understand what's going on...do you think he's the reason why she snapped?
Roxi: It must be... that scar... there must be something to get rid of it or... make it stop... Do you know of anything?
Sam: No don't. Did Mel ever tell you what had happened that she got that?
Roxi: The scar is new to me. The only thing I can think of is when Amy helped me... get rid of a demon I had inside me. If there's... something inside her...
Sam: No demon, she can’t be a mutate blood because of the magi-blood colour she is. Mel ended up getting that scar from Anisim Seraphina the night of the fire. She had went to see if everyone was out. Saw her Uncle dead from the beams and his flesh burning. Mel ended up falling through a hole and saw Anisim kill her Aunt in front of her eyes. When she was about to get out of house the fire cause that scar. He had used magic to cast the home ablaze. Lucy in the meanwhile has a scar on her gut from a year or two ago. Anisim had found one of the safe houses and ended up trying to kill his own daughter. Yeah that scar basically gives him a connection and Mel would get nightmares and it was awful! Hearing my wife screaming on the top of her lungs at three in the morning, her running to the bathroom throwing up blood. It stopped after it vanished…till now. I’m wondering if most of it’s gone and some remains.
Roxi: hmmm... It has to be something along those lines. We have to get in there, I... I fear that this is going to get a lot worse if we don't.
Sam: I’m trying to think of something.
The two heard footsteps coming from the stairs and they look up. Athena stood at them and walked down them slowly looking at her Father and “Aunt”.
Roxi: Uh, Sam... who are they?
Sam: What do you mean?
Roxi: I... uh... don't know who this is...
Sam: Oh! This is my daughter Athena.
Athena walks over to the two and looks at them both.
Roxi: Hello Athena.
Athena: Hi Aunt Roxi…Daddy.
Sam got onto her level to make eye contact with her.
Sam: Sweetheart why are you up?
Athena: No sleep.
Sam: You can’t sleep? Why not.
Athena sighs and shook her head. She turns and walks over to the door. Athena reaches up and grabs the handle. She turns it and the door opens. Athena looks at them and walks in shaking her head once more. Athena walks over to her Mother.
Athena: Momma.
Mel looks up at her.
Roxi: Mel? Are you okay?
Sam: Mel can we come in?
Mel: Where am I? What happened?
Mel: I know, I know I couldn’t remember anything. I know I nearly killed some people but Claudia I need an induce for this. Listen! I know the risk and everything but if I don’t-
Claudia sighed loudly.
Claudia: Alright fine, but I’m not at fault okay?
Mel nodded as Claudia walked over to her. Claudia touched Mel’s forehead and started to chant in Russian. Mel screamed loud feeling pain shoot into her head. Claudia looked down at Mel with a look of sympathy. Mel grabbed her head as she screamed again. Claudia stopped chanting after a few minutes and Mel’s eyes changed. They changed more cat slit like.
Mel: Tak…
Claudia: You’re welcome Queen Gabrielle. Just be careful with what you’re doing. I don’t need you getting into some deep shit.
Mel nodded and got up from the sofa she was on. Melanie quickly left the house and Claudia grabbed her phone.
Claudia: Hello Sam? Um…we have a problem!
Mel: They will pay for their ignorance…
~Part 3: My thoughts be bloody (NP: “If I had a heart” by: Fever Ray”)~
Light singing could be heard from behind the door of the Angel Clan’s locker room. The door slowly opens and sitting alone in the room was Mel. Her earbuds played on loop the theme song to Vikings. In her hands was her sword. The blade showing her reflection as she focused away from the world. The look in her eyes were of one of a storm. One of the past and one of the Vikings. It was this time Mel was end up hearing chanting in her mind, drums beat through her heart and, her soul was singing songs of the Norn.
Mel: “If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings”
Mel sheaths the sword in its holder and sits back.
Mel: Hello there Alexis, Steve...I have a lot to say but the major lesson is this:
“Don't doubt me”.
People who do, end up regretting it after. Go ahead and cry on how you think Connor won us the match. How you think you’ll make me give up. How you think this and that…it doesn’t matter what you think in all honesty. You two don’t pay attention apparently. I mean people said the same thing when I was going for my first big title. They’d say “She’s not going to be focused.” “Oh how can she when she’s more focused on the Band?” “Oh how can she when she’s focused on Dorn?” “How can she when she has a title match at SCW?”
I’ll tell you this:
Don’t doubt me.
Don’t ever doubt me because I, time and time have proven everyone wrong. Ever since I’ve started my wrestling career and hell even since I was a child I’ve been doubted. I’ve been told that I wouldn’t live past my teen years, which I’d never achieve anything in my life. I proved them wrong and ladies in my own right I’m already a Queen. I’m ready to go out there and kick both your asses with Connor by my side. You see the two of us are hungry for gold and I’ve moved on from what happened last week. You two I guess are stuck in the past, thinking maybe this will be easy. That I’ll end up costing us the match. Well guess what…place your bets on who gets this sword stuck up their arse. I’m willing to break you both in this match and Connor would be more than happy to agree with me on that! If we’re thinking the same thing it’s simple. I know they’re a challenge. They’ve proved that but we need to strike now. We don’t run away we fight to the death and prove them wrong. I know I am a hell of a leader and I’m not struggling. No I’m planning. I bid my time and I focus on the task at hand. I’m not failing this time and Connor and I will move on!
I’m always hearing how we’re the underdogs, how our opponents are better than us. Not today! I know that I got lucky by having Connor on my side and I thank fate for that. Connor is a hell of a partner and he’s like me. A fighter! You say you will end up winning this…I say different. Connor and I are going to go out to the ring and take the fight to you. This match is going to be a close one for sure. We have four wrestlers who are going to try to rip each other’s spines out to win. Do I doubt you two? No I do not. I know what you guys can do, I have studied and I am ready for this match.
There's a minefield in my head right now, jagged words and pitfalls and I'm trying my best eggshell walk so I don't set something off. There's... like... this delicate balance right now, like one of them Vegas acts where the guy is spinning plates an' there's fine crystal stacked on top an' you're just waiting for gravity to kick in 'fore the crash. Always wince when I hear something break in a restaurant - Pavlovian conditioning, I guess. For a long time, I was always there, y'know? In that moment where you hold your breath an' cringe on instinct. Stuff breaks. Records. Bones. Trust. Everythin', y'know? And the guy who wrote Fight Club wrote that thing about how on a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero' an' he really shoulda just said 'if you give it enough time, something will break. I mean aren’t you both walking on egg shells? I mean you two hate each other and it’s only a matter of time before tick, tick, boom!
Here's a divide, this big fucking yawning abyss and I always thought I was somehow outside that, I was circumventing it cause of a million other things - thought maybe if I didn't look it in the eye, it'd never really matter to me. Like blankets over your head as a kid. The monsters pass by. Can't see you cause they need that acknowledgement to be real, like without it they're shades passing through and they need to be seen - to be heard - to be substantial, y'know? I was wrong. Death's not the only certainty out there, nope. See... and thanks to whoever put that package together, I got... I got the truth screaming in my ears and it's so loud, so fuckin' loud it's making it real hard to think. They shoulda spun it like fucking prince and pauper cause that's the kinda story people dig, right?
Prince and pauper, gold and copper - they like a story and the more twisty and sensationalist it is, the better. As much as I balk at that, I know we're in the business of being known, out there in the spotlight, our faces and names and slogans plastered everywhere for mass consumption and for market saturation or however you wanna spin it and the Alexis and Steve story's like the fuckin' dead horse getting the once more for old time sake beatin in the limelight steady some back alley it's better suited for.
No games. Not today. No aliases.
Life isn't easy. More often than not, it will take an unexpected turn and fate can strike you at the most inappropriate times. Regardless of how you go about your daily business, your routines can be cut short by that very destiny - if you believe in that sort of thing. It can mess with you and you can fail to understand why it is starting to take it's toll on you but that's life. Some matches can be seen as easier than others. This week certainly is not an easy one for me. I would love for it to be. I'm not particularly feeling 100%, if I'm honest so did I really require the toughest challenge of my career to strike me this week? Not really - but that doesn't mean I am not going to give this my all. While most would likely not admit to such a thing, I'll go ahead and do just that. I don't feel as though that piece of information becoming public is going to alter the outcome of this match in the slightest so that doesn't bother me. Wander, I don't feel great. You'll still get the very best from me though and I hope that you take that seriously. I am being genuine when I say that. It's not bullshit so you're just not going to be able to take advantage.
I'll be the first to admit that my mind hasn't necessarily been in the right place - I have struggled to keep it together. That's nothing new, though. I've always been one to let shit get to me - it bothers me. That's just how my mind works. I do overthink everything - that's always been a huge burden to me. It's messed up a good portion of my life, to be honest - but not my career. When haven't I been able to focus in the ring? I've always found a way to suppress it and made a way to make my upcoming match the focus. I brought that to the forefront of my mind and allowed it to stay there. There has always been an ongoing battle between good and evil - positivity and negativity. The one that ultimately wins in that moment is the one that you allow to win. There was once a time where negativity always won - always. Not anymore. So as usual, I'm ensuring that the positivity wins in the ring - I'm not making the same mistakes I have in the past. There has been a lot of shit messing with me and that essentially comes down to relationships. I'll know that they'll still all be there for me to deal with once my match is done with. So why think of it during? I'll just push all of that to the back of my mind and get the job done.
Sure, that is easier said than done and perhaps some can think I'm just making bold predictions above all else but just take a look back at my career and you'll realize that I haven't let shit get to me before.
Right now though… I’m hearing the Heathen Call and it calls for your blood. Steve, I’ll let Connor deal with you. Alexis…you should know when I’m like this only bad things happen. Ask Keira, asked Dorn and ask anyone else who knows what I’m like when I’m like this. This time though I know that I had a black out. I guess you can say that I’m a bit unstable when I’m like this. I’ll enjoy pinning you or making you tap out like the nobody you are. You’ll stay like this…a nobody while you beg me to stop. You’ll beg and scream but the pleas will go only into space. I guess you only have yourself and Steve to blame for this. I’ll enjoy making you all know why the darker side of me…Chaos should never be out. You should always hope it’s Cosmos but you two will not get mercy or my respect. Poor team FUB: “Fucked Up Badly” and the fact that they will have to go through Hel itself.
Step your game up or you’ll be on the ground. You know I don’t play games and you know that I’m going to tear you a part. I am going to once again show you why I am the best. I won’t be beaten down and I can take whatever you try to give me.
Oh and Connor…Happy Saint Paddy’s day.
Fade to black.
