[Melody Grace]

 OOC - Will be errors, but i'm rushed sorry =(

Well wasn’t Climax Control just peachy? Wasn’t it a brilliant night for you Gabriel? You know there is a song that comes to my mind right now about how all of this Odette and Gabriel bullshit is going down. Can’t hold us down by Lil Kim and Christina, it seems that double standards are coming into play. You see people are branding Odette Nicole Ryder the “whore” because she has male friends, because she hangs out with Jordan Williams, because she is having a “dinner date” with Carrot Top on Valentine’s Day for a Luxor contest. I get it, I honestly do. The moment a human being with a vagina starts branching out, climbing up the ladder in her career or changes one single facet in her life, career or appearance, she’s cheating. New shoes? Odette must be sexting Nick Jones, new hair cut? Odette must be giving hand jobs to Erik Staggs, new attitude in the ring? She must be fucking Jordan Williams’ for free wrestling advice. When it comes to a female doing something “out of character” the basic calculation is one plus one equals whore. Call the relationship police Odette just brought a new hand bag, that can only mean one thing… she’s going to suck Carrot’s Top on Valentine’s Day… You do the math.

Yet Gabriel can be watching matches in a locker room, with Necra, Amy and Roxi and no one says a fucking thing? Not even a whisper… that’s cool. Let’s look at that math shall we? One guy alone with three girls in a locker room… yeah that doesn’t sound like a perfect build up for a bad porno does it? Oh but you were just “watching matches,” you were just “talking strategy”… while your “girlfriend’s” match was on. What are you trying to do Gabriel? Run the “Sisters of the light” into the Hornet’s nest? Although Odette doesn’t have any gold worth protecting, you must be fucking crazy if you think Odette won’t protect her winning streak, with deadly force. Hornets are rarely known to sting but they do the results can be catastrophic. So give the girls all the pointers that you know about Odette, Gabriel… hell even tell the “Sisters of the Light” about Odette’s weakness. Odette Nicole Ryder doesn’t care why should she? When you have already shut off any and all emotional connections towards her?

Now you want Odette to join you in London? Laugh out loud Odette would rather, go to hell and give Satan a lap dance.

Oh but then you kissed Odette, how many times do you think Odette is going to fall for that? I can see what you’re doing Gabriel. You complain about a gift, than you fuck Odette on the hood of a car. You complain like a bitch on Skype to Fantasia about Odette, than you take her to bed. You rock up at Odette’s party at the Luxor you get her hopes up at fixing this she kisses you, than you accuse the one hundred per cent sober Odette of being drunk and you run her out of her own shin dig. Then when Odette is about to shut down your London proposal you kiss her. I see perfectly what is happening here… it’s about time everyone else clues on as well. You might be able to mind freak everyone else Gabriel, but trust me Odette has worked you out. Your mind games are blander then the shade white.

Your chances of rebuilding this relationship are now in the red zone. Start showing Odette some real forms of emotion or feelings without sneaky gutless hidden agendas because if you don’t you’re going to lose her for good. Why should she chase anymore? Time for you to put your air walks on, I’d suggest some old school Nike pumps because they amount of running you’re going to have to do to catch Odette’s heart again will be like a marathon. You’ll need the airflow to control the blisters. Think she’s going to make this easy for you? Ha, you want easy? I hear Misty is opening her legs again… maybe there’s your opportunity. Since you two are tight and all.

Too harsh? Let’s look at this way shall we? If you “REALLY” loved Odette like you keep “expressing” when Despayre… oh sorry forgive me when Joshua was going to town on Odette. Dragging her name through the mud, what did you do Gabriel? You stood there and “attempted” to interrupt with half arsed responses. Oh then it gets better when Joshua chased Odette away with the toy car what did you do… YOU SMILED. Is this funny to you Gabriel? Is it enjoyment for you to watch the woman you “love” being attacked left right and centre because of you? I mean you must be enjoying this, you must like it because if you didn’t you would be putting a stop to this. You wouldn’t be allowing your “best friend” talk about the “love of your life” like a complete piece of shit. Oh that’s right I forgot that every time precious little Joshua opens his mouth he gets away with verbal murder.

I now know where Odette stands… how long before you think she’ll get jack of it? How long do you think she’ll stick around to be heckled? Taunted? Mistreated? Before she flies the fucking nest… Odette will NEVER ask you to pick the Sins or her, she is just asking you to pull them into line, if it’s her you’re really after, then that shouldn’t be too much of a big deal. After all you don’t see anyone in NXT trying to rip your nuts off? You don’t see Callum coming after you with a knife… so why should your friends get away with it? But judging by that smile on your face you relished in the fact the Joshua’s stood up for you, while Odette is being left out to dry. Oh look another small victory for you Gabriel, take a bow.

The big bad Magician needs his little tiny “brother” to help him fight his battles. Pathetic… fucking Pathetic. Maybe Odette should just walk? I mean it’s the option you keep pushing her towards don’t think your irreplaceable Gabriel, hell you could become just another Aiden to her. Misty was right, maybe you should get rid of Odette, she’s not enough for you… in fact she is too much for you to hold on to. If you didn’t want a high maintenance relationship Gabes, then you shouldn’t have set your sights on someone like Odette. You knew what she was like, but you still “chased” her, you knew about her male friends, hell when you two got together she was living in a share house with her dirt bike crew. You knew about her goals yet now you’re crying like a fifteen year old with his Johnson stuck in his zipper because she is living out her dream?

Just because you’re outside of wrestling goal peaked early and now no one wants to see yours shows, doesn’t mean you take that out on Odette. How is that her fault, that you have lost all grips with your magic? Let me guess Odette is the reason why you don’t do any tricks anymore? If you ever sail that boat make sure your masks are up. Odette has never asked you to change, but lately that’s all you want her to do. She’s not a marionette that you can hypnotise Gabriel, she’s a young woman, who has finally been given the chance to live her life and your selfishness wants to put a stop to that? Get out of town.

Seriously get out of town and go to London, clear your mind hit up a strip club or two because when you come back, Odette will be expecting your decision. You can either cut the cord to let her loose or you can meet her half way. The ball is in your court Gabriel, now will you bounce it, pass it, play it or pop it? The future is in your hands, but trust me if you pick to be with Odette one more stunt like this and she will leave within the first breath. When it comes to males Odette has a three point system, fuck up once shame on you, fuck up twice shame on her, fuck up a third time all contact is off, trust me you’re not the only one that can disappear Gabriel…

***

Odette: “Well, well, well… isn’t this an interesting turn of events.”

We open up in the pitch darkness, Odette face is all the cameras can pick up thus far.

Odette: “Come Sunday night, all restrictions are off all noncontact bets are off… all possible road blocks that have been placed in my way to get to Misty will be gone. To say I’m enlivened would be an understatement. I’ve returned to where this all begun Misty, I’ve gone back to the very beginning. Let’s go back to the match where you just couldn’t help yourself, you just had to make an appearance. To be honest I can’t say I’m not surprised, ah yes the graveyard match, the twenty eighth of October if I remember correctly… you and your little boy band made an “impact” as you like to call it. Glowing red eyes and all… You do realise that Red is the colour that most colour blind people mistake for Green, so tell me Misty… how does it feel to look towards me with such subliminal envy?”

The trademark smile dances on Odette’s face as a laugh leaves her lips, her surroundings are still dark but an owl can be heard off in the distance.

Odette: “Ever since that night you have made it your mission to try and get inside my mind to try and lead me into the darkness that surrounds me. Ha. Misty you can lead a horse to water but that doesn’t mean it’s going to drink. You want me to go to the dark side? You want me to unleash the little demon that’s inside me waiting to get out? You want to show the world that you can turn this smile into a frown, this love into hate and my shine into darkness. Please who are you trying to be the wicked witch of Sin City Wrestling? The lady in charge? When are you going to open your eyes Misty and realise that your nothing in Sin City Wrestling, you have no power, you have no pull. Your reign of terror is more than just a diluted myth. How do you sleep at night knowing that you have gone from being at the top to now licking the bottom of the barrel scraping up whatever scraps the rest of us Bombshells allow you eat? You do realise that the Bombshells survived just perfectly without you, you do know what we could carry the flag for Sin City Wrestling without your dead fingers being stuck in the pie. Your return run in Sin City will be nothing more than a rerun of friends… predictable and yet still laughable. You want to prove you still have it, go right ahead… hell go after Vixen and aim for the bombshell championship if you have to, just know that I’ll be here… waiting and just like New Year’s Rising… you’ll be beneath me once more. You’ll be defeated once more, your little mission will become a failure, and your “hold” on the Bombshell division will be released.”  

Pulling her hair away from her face Odette, keeps her eyes focused on the camera in front of her. A slight breeze picks up and the sound of rustling tree leaves can be heard.

Odette: “You know what makes me sick is that I beat you at New Year’s Rising and yet still people doubt me, still people think that I don’t have what is that’s… I have beaten you Misty don’t think for a single second that I won’t do it again. If anything the win at New Year’s Rising has put me on a roll a roll that I don’t intend on stopping. So you can clutch onto the bombshell division all you want Misty and claim that it belongs to you because in reality, the ranks belong to me. There is nothing you can do about it, it’s time to let go it’s time to wake up and see what is happening around you. The times are changing Misty, the power has been shifted, you used to be the “Queen” of Sin City Wrestling… now you’re just like everybody else, fighting for their next big break, their next big match, their next main-event… Now before you paint me with the same brush as the rest of the Bombshells, know one thing Misty… between you and I put together there are only a selected few on the Bombshell roster that we haven’t beaten and that my dear is because we haven’t had the chance to face them yet… but I have beaten you… so that technically means through my victory over you alone, I have basically beaten them all. Don’t think that this  a cheats way out either because I would more than happily start at the top of the roster and work my way through them like the alphabet defeating them all, knocking them over like dominos, why? Because I believe I’m that good, everyone knows I’m that good, their just too afraid to admit it. It’s written in the stars Misty, it’s shown on my face, in my ring sense and in my personality…”

Cue a big smile on Odette’s face as she snuggles into her big black jumper, protecting herself from the wind as it picks up her hair tossing it around her face freely.

Odette: “You could put the whole Bombshell roster in front of me and it would be like a conveyor belt, the process would be just like this…Alexis Morrison…one, two, three, Amanda Cortez… one, two, three… Amy Marshall… one, two, three... you see where I’m going with this Misty? You used to be the same, but then you met Roxanne… she was your down fall she was your kryptonite and since her, your head isn’t in this, your heart isn’t in this… your just here for two reasons and two reasons only… You’re here for Spike… to get under his skin, to inflict him with your poison because like most crazy bitches… you’re realising you shouldn’t have let him go and you’re here because you’re a bored mother at home with no child living with you, so you figured you’d come back to the one thing that you believe you can “mother” oh yeah, I went there.”

A confident wink with her right eye Odette licks her lips, as the sound of more owls call out.

Odette: “You’ve got nothing Misty, Nothing in your life to hold onto, so you hold a candle for the one thing you believe you “think” can control the world of women’s wrestling. Let’s look at things you want and the reality of you getting them shall we? First there is Spike…. but he is balls deep in Vixen right now so he definitely can’t come to the phone… Eden? She doesn’t live with you, she lives with Spike and Vixen… she doesn’t want to be around you, you scare her, you upset her and the very thought of how evil you are embarrasses her. You think you’re good for her? You think you’re positive role model for her Misty? Saying that is like saying that Courtney Love is a drug free and that’s not happening any day soon. Then now we have to listen to your most recent news of your baby, the sad news of the death of yours and Spike’s son… Now I’m a bitch but I’m not a vulgar beef curtain… so I won’t go into detail… but you need help, you need time to deal with your loss… so is wrestling really the best option for you now? Knowing this is the very sport that took away your child? How can you even focus inside a wrestling ring Misty? The ring is like a cot, when the bell sounds it must remind you of a rattle… every time your body slams against the unforgiving ring canvas doesn’t it remind you of the joy it’s taken away from you? I see why you’re falling… I see why you’re failing because this is fucking with your mind. Every-time you step into the ring it’s a reminder of what you could of had, the happiness you could have been surrounded in… but in reality Misty… the ring is a cemetery… the taker of your son’s life… you lost a part of you… yet you come back for more? Some people would say that’s an accomplishment… I call it fucking selfish. How do you think it must make Spike feel seeing you so unemotionally walk into the ring week in and week out as if nothing ever happened?”

Inhale, exhale… Odette stops for second letting her words sink in. Letting the mystery of the night take over the camera pans around to try and find something, anything for them to find out where Odette is.

Odette: “But enough about that, before I get called every name under the sun for stating what most people are thinking but are too afraid to speak of. Let’s move onto last week shall we? Where you took it upon yourself to give Gabriel some love advice about me… let’s just stop for a second and think about the fact YOU were handing out “LOVE” advice… HA… that’s like the Pope handing out advice on how to be a practicing Muslim. Did anyone else just get the shudders? Misty, Misty, Misty… who knew you were such a meddler… oh look I even found something of yours, it’s your nose… it was mixed up in between my business. Let me give you some stern advice Misty… stay the fuck away from Gabriel… Stay the fuck out of my relationship with Gabriel… and if you for one second think about putting your hands on Gabriel EVER again… I will rip your finger nails from their beds, I will remove your eyelashes with burning hot wax, and I’ll put you inside in a shark tank when your monthly visitor comes around… I think you have done enough to try and get inside my mind Misty, through Jessie, Spike, Vixen and Melody… Don’t think for one moment I will allow you to use Gabriel like a pawn… consider me immune to your poison, my skin is a lot tougher than it looks Misty. It’s just there is one thing, you shouldn’t be trying to get involved on or in and that’s my love life… who the fuck are you to judge? Or make comments on love, or being in love? HA and the best thing yet was when you called me heartless... oh baby girl you run that game, you run it til the cows come home… you want a medal for that line? You want a round of applause? Me Heartless? I have a lot of heart to give Misty and in fact your daughter even holds special place in mine.”

Mouthing “I love you Eden” towards the camera Odette stops again letting the mood of the night take over.

Odette: “But do you honestly think that if Gabriel and I DO split it will because of your little “talk” your words mean nothing especially when you’re dribbling on about an emotion you can’t comprehend… love… you know nothing about love, you selfish wrench. Your delusional in thinking that you hold that type of power over Gabriel, your even more delusional for even attempting to step up to him… but hey… maybe just maybe if Gabriel and I split and you can finally admit your fetish for him… you know Gabriel and yourself might just be perfect for each other… you both have been dirty on me since my star started rising. Plus your pale, that seems more his type these days… he hates it when his “girl” goes outside and actually has meaning to her life… with you he wouldn’t have to worry about you ever over shadowing him, you’re a mushroom… a bottom dweller… a has been… it’s perfect really. With you he wouldn’t have to worry about guys making sexual advances with you… because, well… just look at you”

Tapping the side of her head Odette clicks her tongue off her white teeth.

Odette: “I think it’s cute you think yourself and Thatcher will be in the finals I really do, I mean I know Thatcher has the skills to carry your team there but Misty… you’re the weakest link baby… You won’t be going to the finals… because you won’t be passing me by… Thatcher sorry Bud… but you won’t be able to match Jordan Williams. You know at the start of all of this, I would have traded Jordan in for James Huntington Hawkes… but now I wouldn’t trade Jordan in for… hell even Gabriel… the team of OJ is unbeatable, unstoppable, were unmatched… we could walk through this contest with our eyes closed. It’s like Jordan and I have this in ring chemistry that full time tag teams would cream their pants for… When this is all said and done I’m going to ask “The God of Professional Wrestling” to become my trainer, my mentor because the things he could teach me couldn’t possibly be found anywhere else. Jordan trained Hot Stuff Mark Ward and look how successful he is, look at the force Hot Stuff is… imagine what a little bit of training from the Emerald Dragon would do for me Odette Nicole Ryder? I’m already unstoppable, I’m already the top Bombshell in this company… I’m already the one girl, the other girls don’t want to face because I instil fear… and I don’t even have to be a “living dead girl” or “The Queen of the Damned” or a “Superhero” to do this… I don’t need to hide behind a gimmick, a mask or a pretend I’m someone I’m not… I can be myself, I can be the bubbly girl from Australia… I can be real each and every week… and I still can hold a presence over the Bombshell division that can’t be matched.”

Clapping her hands together two times a number of lanterns come to life, lighting up the surrounds. Odette looks over her right shoulder and then back to the camera. Her emerald eyes showing nothing but cold hard focus, she wanted this win this Sunday so she was going to do everything she could to get it.

Odette: “So apparently I learnt a few things from Gabriel, so what?”

Shrugging her shoulders Odette pouted before continuing.

Odette: “Misty I told you I would take you back to the days of the “beginning” of our feud, so let us revisit the ending of that match, where you so proudly displayed something, so wicked, so dark so evil with my name on it… you hoped that this would inject doubt into my veins, a doubt that would work like disease. Eventually shutting down all my organs, rendering me helpless… at first you tried to take out my mind, you tried to take out Spike, the one guy that used to and still does play a massive role in my ring sense, with him down and out… that would give you enough time to seep deeper into my blood system wouldn’t it? With my ring mind gone, with Spike mentally not in this… you wouldn’t have to fear him showing me your tricks, teaching me your ways and helping me perfect the predictable move set of the “Queen of the Damned.” You slithered snake like through my veins, through my body trying to take out my vital organs, you tried to take away my muscle you tried to take away my  strength, when you set your sights on Vixen and Jessie you were trying to remove my left and right hand weren’t you? On the right, Vixen a woman who I have learnt so much from even tho we barely train together, I can just watch her and know how she handles herself… I admire her. My left, being Jessie, you know that her and I swap stories you know that Jessie and I could become one of the best tag teams this company has ever witnessed, but you also know that I would protect her like friend, I would do anything for her… with Vixen out of the picture I wouldn’t be able to learn from a veteran… with Jessie out of the picture, I wouldn’t be able to grow… that wasn’t enough tho was it? You had to try and shut down my core, you tried to shut down my emotions… they might not be organs Misty… but they are definitely victims to any form of suffering You took away the one person, the one girl in my life that I could remotely compare to my sister… you took away Melody… and even after all your damage, even after all the mess you caused, I still walked away from your greatest attack up until now smiling… that didn’t sit well… I know it doesn’t I mean why else would you now be heading towards my main organ, the power house, the bodies battery… the moment your dragged Gabriel into this, was the moment your poison, started to drip into my heart like a leaky tap.  I see how your mind works you little bitch… you’re like the plague trying to get me to choke, trying to get me to beg for help, beg for my life, you’re trying to make me drink from the devils cup… you want one thing and one thing only from me, to join the darkness… but even in this pandemic you have tried to barrage on me, I still have and for always said one thing… I have still stood by one thing… I have still lived and breathed because of one thing… the light.”

Clicking her fingers on her right hand the flames from the torches flared up higher, showing that Odette was now sitting alone in a cemetery.

Odette: “And to be honest and a little off topic I must be doing something right, because there seems to be a group of Sistahs that want to follow me.”

Cue laughter, HAHAHAHAHA – Thank you.

Odette: “For all of you that missed it, I’m taking the piss out of Necra, Amy and Roxi… Sisters of the light… Like really? That’s funny but I guess when you give a bunch of girls a big enough glow stick, they’ll use it like a dildo now all you three have to do is go fuck yourselves… Necra, Amy and Roxi… don’t even get me started… sisters of the light… but hey, I guess when the top bombshell in Sin City Wrestling, has a good thing going on, has a good tag line going on, has a line of  hash-tag follow the light t-shirts for sale it’s only natural that the groupies will flock to the spoils and try and make a name for their selves… but keep going sisters, I mean I never know when I will need a group of followers… it might just come in handy one day. Sisters of the light?”

Odette snorts back a laugh and sighs, before a cute smile crosses her face.

Odette: “You three are more like the Sisters of the light bulbs… I mean everyone gets a screw. This right here is funnier than the hash-tag Darkness will prevail bullshit Misty floods twitter with when she is on her verbal period… Darkness? What’s so dark about you anyways Misty? Ooo you got black hair, you got dark eyes, you wear a little bit too much eyeliner, you wear dark clothes, you listen to dark music, you play a little dark hide and seek with your four boyfriends, and when you’re feeling really dark you’ll even invite Ruby to join in… You must watch supernatural themed shows like teen wolf so you think your words are dark, do you read crime stories? So you think you can murder people with your dark, dark, dark words… You don’t believe in paying your electricity bill so you sit in the dark? You don’t shower, that makes homeless people dark I guess... there are a million and one things that could make someone “dark” or make them feel like they live in the “darkness.” But there is nothing dark about you, your just a sad little girl who is lost and that has had everything ripped from her touch… you could be like anyone else but you choose to the live the path of fairy tale. You have programed it into that mind of yours that you’re scary, that you should be feared… Shut up fool. I don’t fear you, you don’t scare me, you don’t imitate me with your “I’m so dark and mysterious” shit that your drool. Every second teenager out there in this world right now is exactly like you, every second girl with a broken heart is like you right now… You think because you have been through some tough shit that puts you on the right side of the devil? Misty you’re like a typical teenage girl wanting attention, needing attention, begging for attention… so you don on the mask of being ruthless… I can tell by looking at you, your just broken, your just a mess… your life right now isn’t what you want to be living, so you have tried to adapt to it, you have tried to own it so people think that you’re enjoying the loneliness that you feel, the empty feelings of a rejected heart, a rejected chance at mother hood and a failing wrestling career. The only reason your dancing in the dark Misty, is because your unhappy… it’s because you WANT to be unhappy it’s because… when all else fails it easier being a failure then it is to rise from the hate, to rise from the ashes of a crumbling life, it easier to give up then it is to fight. You gave up a long time ago Misty… that’s the only reason why darkness prevails… because it has overcome you, not because you wanted it too… it just took over and never let you go.”

As the wind howls though the flame start to flicker and the owl’s continue to hoot away in the back ground, the sound of leaves shaking against each other giving this promo the “darkness” that it needed.

Odette: “You gave me a present Misty on the twenty eighth of October, you gave me glimpse in the future you wanted me to live out by the hands of you… unfortunately you have failed to deliver… at first I took you too lightly, at first I feared… now I just laugh… you wanted to get into my mind, so you painted a darkened fairy tale… you showed what you wanted but in reality this is what you have received…”

Pointing down between her legs Odette, smirked as the camera zoomed in to find that Odette was sitting on a head stone. The head stone that previously read “Odette Nicole Ryder” Odette’s name had be scratched out and Misty’s name had been tagged across it in black spray paint.

Odette: “Come this Sunday… when I finally can get my hands on you again Misty… you’re going to wish that God will give you the option of following the light… because the hell I will put you through isn’t the hell that you want to play with.”

Not even blinking Odette just looked towards the camera her jaw a little tightened, her focus was paramount she wanted this.

Odette: “This is you Misty, six feet under and nowhere to go… welcome home”

Jumping down from the headstone Odette just walked off leaving the camera to focus on the grave site that had now be claimed at Misty’s. A fresh mound of dirt symbolizing that the burial was fresh. Coming into the fade of the scene the flames all blew out at once as a sound of a lost raven crowed out.

***

Opening up inside Odette and Gabriel’s house a familiar face can be seen sitting on their couch in their living room. His feet is up on their coffee table as he snacks on popcorn while watching Gabriel’s pride and joy for a flat screen television that sits on the wall. To the left of him is Carrot and to the right of him lies Princeton. His flat brimmed Unit cap covers the top half of his eyes and motor cross gear covers his body. The sound of a door unlocking doesn’t even disturb him as he in too engrossed in watching the TV.

Gabriel: “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?”

The man shoots up out of the chair waving his hands in the air, walking around the couch approaching Gabriel, stunned that Gabriel has busted him, in his house.

Callum: “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, now hold on their mate, before you lose your marbles let me introduce myself… the name’s Callum…”

Callum out stretchers his right hand hoping for a handshake but Gabriel just waves it off.  

Gabriel: "Don't care about your name, why are you in my house?”

The cocky smile leaves Callum’s face as he can sense that Gabriel is about three seconds away from knocking him to his arse.

Callum: “Man I wish I was meeting you on better terms, I will admit I’m a huge fan of your Magic work”

Gabriel: "Most people post how much they like me online, they don't cause a felony by breaking and entering"

Taking a step back Gabriel clenches his jaw and his hands start to ball into fists. The two men that are the around the same height just stare towards each other.

Callum: “Look I won’t lie this is awkward for me as well, I sure as hell didn’t want you coming home finding me in your house either, but I’ll be real with you. Odette has gone out shopping she said something about not having the right attire for the holiday she is going on this week.”

Gabriel: “That still doesn’t explain why you’re in my house?”

Snapping at the friendly Callum, Gabriel looked as if he was going to kill him. thoughts of Odette cheating must have been flooding his mind.

Callum: “You don’t know who I am do you? I’m the guy Odette used to live with, used to ride motos with… I used to be in her earlier promos… I guess you don’t care, that’s cool…  I can explain why I’m here you just need to chill and hear me out… Odette is having something delivered this afternoon. She tried to call up and cancel it but they wouldn’t refund it, O doesn’t want to look at it or touch it… so she asked me to come here wait for it to be dropped off and then remove it from the premises.”

Gabriel: “What is she getting delivered now? Doesn’t she have enough?”

Seeming to ease back on the tension towards Callum, Gabriel still looked pissed off.

Callum: “You really want to know what it is Bud?”

Gabriel: “Humour me…”

Nope Callum found Gabriel’s hate switch and pressed it on again.

Callum: “I’d tell you but I think I’d rather show you… come with me.”

Taking his leave Callum walked off and up the stairs in Odette and Gabriel’s house, coming to a stop in front of the wall next to their main bedroom. Gabriel didn’t seem impressed as Callum was tapping on the wall. He continued to tap away until a hidden key pad slid out of a slight crack in the joinery of the wooden finished walling. Callum turned to Gabriel impressed with himself.

Callum: “If I know Odette like I know Odette, the code should be pretty damn simple… 2174 hash”

Punching the numbers into the key pad, Callum waited as a chorus of clicking sounds could be heard. Gabriel folded his arms across his chest looking on not amused. A loud popping noise is heard as the wall seems to break away from itself becoming a door.

Callum: “BINGO”

Turning to Gabriel once more Callum took a step away from the door and held his hand out, as if to invite Gabriel into a room in his own house. Gabriel must have been pissed that a stranger knew more about his surroundings then he did.

Callum: “The old serial numbers on her first fifty motorbike, she’s been using those digits for years for everything password related.”

Gabriel: “And you remember that?”

If its dirt bike related Callum remembers yet.

Callum: “Gabriel, wait can I call you Gabe that would be awesome?”


Gabriel didn’t say a word he was too busy thinking of what could be in this secret room, Callum didn’t give Gabriel any more time to answer as he just took over.

Callum: “Well G-unit… things between O and I have always been questioned, we’re pretty close… we could go for months without talking, then one of us will just call the other of the blue and it feels like it’s never skipped a beat. Don’t sweat about it man, we have been like this since the sand box days. If something was gonna fly, it would have flied years ago.”

He was trying to do his best to help calm Gabriel, but it wasn’t working.

Callum: “Now enough chit chat, go see the one thing Odette has been hiding from you this whole time”

Taking a step forward Gabriel was about to push the door open, but Callum pulled him back. Gabriel looked at Cal’s hand on his arm and shrugged him off.

Callum: “But promise me one thing, I mean you owe it to me… I should be threatening to punch your lights out, but I figure you just need a shove in the right direction. Before you trash Odette, or drop her… let this room sink in, let this be a true sign of what she wanted from you…”

The two males continued to stare each down, as Callum was now getting serious, his playful charm wearing thin. Gabriel just wanted to know what was in the God damn room.

Callum: “It’s not your money, your fame, your cars… or the, Oh God I think I might puke but here goes… the irresistible mind blowing sex you give her… now remember those are her words not mines… all she ever wanted… was this… oh and possibly a diamond the size of Fiji, but ultimately it was this, and if you know anything about my gal O, you know this is huge for her.”  

Callum motioned for Gabriel to walk into the room, pushing the doorway open Gabe stepped into the room. His eye grew wide as inside the hidden full sized room was an array of baby toys, a Bugatti stroller, and a cot and brightly coloured painted walls. Odette has been, just like a hornet building a nest, a secret nest right under Gabriel’s nose. Gabriel finally spoke after a new moments in just above a whisper.

Gabriel: “How long as this been here? I’ve lived here for a while and never noticed it”

Callum let out a laugh that stunned Gabriel as he turned to face him shooting him a glare to say “what’s funny?”

Callum: “Since you two revolted the world by saying I love you to each other.”

Turning back to the room Gabriel was trying to let it all sink in, so Callum kept talking.

Callum: “You do know my balls are on a chopping block, when you let slip to Odette that I have shown you this… I’ll be dead faster by her hands, then yours could ever imagine. So you couldn’t at least tell me what you think? I think it has a bit too much pink in it… but that’s just me…”

Gabriel: “It…”

Studying the room Gabriel was taken by surprise of all the details that Odette had put into this. She had definitely been working long a hard to make their “nest.”

Gabriel: “It has given me a lot to think about”

Patting Gabriel on the shoulder, the motocross legend wanted to be honest with the World famous Magician.

Callum: “Look Gabe, I understand that you don’t like me right now, but man trust me…  I’ve never seen Odette like this, like ever… Now I’m going to go back down stairs and do my chore Odette set me… but between you and me, I won’t be removing the change table… I’ll put it in your garage. It’s up to YOU… with what you want to do with it… just lock it up when you leave okay bud? I don’t want to get busted while I’m still in the neighbourhood”

Taking his leave Callum walked out of the room.

Gabriel: “Hey Cal… thanks…”

Callum: “Any time bud…”

With that said and done Callum left Gabriel to process what was just uncovered. What would Gabriel do? How would he react? And when would poor Callum pay the price of ratting out Odette’s secret?

Later that night in text messages.

Odette: - I told you to get rid of the change table? Are you retarded?

Callum: - WHOA… I don’t know what you’re talking about?

Odette: - Don’t play dumb with me, you dork… why would you even make it up? Why would you even go into that room?

Callum: - I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Odette: - STOP LYING!!

Callum: - Don’t CAPS LOCK me little girl, I did your dirty work

Odette: - Then who did it huh? Carrot, Princeton the ghost?

Callum: - Dunno baby girl… maybe a mind freak…

Odette: - You’re so fucking funny…

Callum: - Why thank you…

Odette: - It wasn’t a compliment you KTM douche bag!

Callum: - Honda slut…

Odette: - I hate you… don’t talk to me…

Callum: - Catch up for a moto after Cabo? Oh that rhymes…

Odette: - Not even in your dreams, Busta Rhymes…

Callum: - For reals, bring that Magic man of yours I’ll teach him how to ride… BIKES... I know where your mind goes…

Odette: - Goodnight…

Callum: - O don’t be mad!!!

Odette: - I said Goodnight!!!

***

Carrot Top: “Explain to me again WHY you’re with ME… on the big V day and NOT with Gabriel?”

Opening up we find Odette Ryder sitting beside Carrot Top in the back halls of the Luxor, the two are due to have their dinner date with two lucky fans tonight. So they are just here early nutting out the requirements.

Odette: “I don’t want to talk about it Scott!”

Scott rolled his eyes, before continuing his onslaught.

Carrot Top: “Fine but you’re making a huge mistake… Gabriel will be pissed.”

This time Odette rolled her eyes seemingly unamused by Scott’s mission to get her to go to London.

Odette: “Let him be pissed, I’m not his doormat…”

Running his hand through his curly hair Scott scratched the top of his head, while putting his free hand on Odette’s bare shoulder.

Carrot Top: “You want my advice?”

Shrugging his hand off her skin Odette shook her head as if to say no.

Odette: “Not really”

I’m fairly sure she said not really!!!!!!

Carrot Top: “You both need to get over yourselves… and just make up already, it’s driving everyone around you insane… its either break up and move on or fix this… and in my opinion you want to fix this.”

Odette: “Scott, I like you and everything but shut up, this has nothing to do with you”

Looking down at his female friend Scott just wanted to slap her upside the head, but in a verbal way of course.

Carrot Top: “Aw O I know you’re only saying that because you’re pissed at G and not me… but seriously… what’s stopping you from getting on that plane to London?”

Tick, Tick, Tick better think of something Good Odette.

Odette: “The same thing why you’re not with your girlfriend, we have other commitments… called work”

Laughing the red haired weirdo seemed amused while Odette just crossed her arms across her chest.

Carrot Top: “Please, I’m here because I owe this place everything… you’re here because your stalling… now go on get out of here, go the airport and catch a plane to London… “Root” as you Aussie’s would say Gabriel’s brains out and get it over with… for the love of love, just do it.”

Odette stood up and pushed her self away from the table, glaring down at Scott with her coldness in her eyes.

Odette: “I’m NOT going to London”

Smirking he continued to push her buttons.

Carrot Top: “Why not?”

Odette: “It’s cold”

She threw her hands up in protest Odette wasn’t going to be out played by Carrot Top.

Carrot Top: “is that it?”

Odette: “and wet…”

Carrot Top: “Wear a thing called a jacket… we have those now… who knew?”

Scott started pulling on his sweater as if to back up his point. Rolling her eyes Odette just paced backwards and forwards.

Odette: “I’m sorry what? I can’t hear you through all that hair…”

Fake yawning Scott, held his hand over his heart as if Odette had wounded his ego.  

Carrot Top: “I’m only going to offer this to you once… You can either have dinner with me or go to London… take your pick?”

Odette: “Cabo sounds nice?”

Carrot Top: “Cabo wasn’t being offered…”

Walking back over towards Scott she took a seat beside him, resting her head on her arms.

Odette: “Fine… dinner with you I suppose…”

He wasn’t going to have this and he wasn’t going to let this go.

Carrot Top: “MIKE, MIKE… HEY MIKE GETS THE HELL OVER HERE!!”

He started to wave over the promotional manager.

Odette: “What are you doing?”

Mike made his way over and stood beside Odette, who was glaring a hole into Scott’s chest.

Carrot Top: “Hey Mike O isn’t feeling too well, is she right to go home… I mean I’ve got this covered?”

Odette: “I’m fine…”

Mike looked down at the Aussie seeing her paler then normal face he seemed concerned.

Carrot Top: “She’s really not… she’s been staring at me, distracted, getting all crabby… she needs to go home… no one wants to eat dinner with her on V day… all shitty and stuff”

Mike: “Go home Odette, Scott’s got this…”

Watching on with a smile on his face Scott laughed, as Odette got up from her seat.

Carrot Top: “Yeah go “Home” Odette”

Mike walked away, just in time as well so he couldn’t hear what Odette said next.

Odette: “You know I’m not going to London right?”

Carrot Top: “Enjoy Cabo then… alone…”

Waving her off Scott watched as Odette walked out of the room in a huff, as she left Scott called out to her.

Carrot Top: “You’ll thank me later lamington!”

Flipping Scott the bird, Odette grabbed her stuff and left the Luxor’s meeting room. What would she do next?

***

I’m fairly sure you want to watch Gabriel’s promotional here… go on… Not the CC one… the one for the NWA tag belts!!!

If it’s not posted by now, then sorry you’re just going to have to hold tight.

***

I can’t believe what just happened I can’t believe that you just let me go again. There is a saying that guys say about women they hate to see us leave but love to watch us walk away. With you Gabriel I think you just like to see me come running on your every command, then when you’re done with me or get bored with me you send me away. Why do I keep coming back? Why do I keep letting you get underneath my skin? No more, I promised myself I wouldn’t let you hurt me again, I promised myself that this was enough… but when it comes to you it’s never enough.

As I sit on the plane staring at the window I try to hold back tears, I need to hold back tears. I can’t explain how I feel, all I know is that the cheerleader inside my head is chanting “don’t let him win, don’t let him win, don’t let him win.”

What have I ever done to you to warrant this? What have I ever done that was so bad that you would let me reach the most happiest point in my life, only to rip it right from my fingertips? You asked me to show that I loved you, you asked me to show that I cared… maybe that is my down fall maybe I care too much. I bet you and your Sin family are laughing at me right now as I’m on this plane, heading home empty, angry, and miserable. I bet you all got a kick out of watching my face, watching my smile turn into a frown. I bet you all enjoyed watching the ecstasy drain from my face and turn into complete and utter shock, from your betrayal. You wanted this all along, I bet you did. You didn’t want me back Gabriel, you wanted to make an example out of me. You wanted to show your boys you still have it in you, to talk a girl into flying half way around the world for you, just so you could mind fuck with her. I bet you’re not even missing me, if I know one thing is for sure, you’re definitely not missing her.

The image of you with that blonde burns deep into the back of my mind, my eyes now filling with water. As the flight attendant offers the drinks service I hold up my finger motioning for a bottle of wine.

All I can think about if your body pressed up against hers, her screaming your name and you enjoying it. Does she love you like I did? Does she please you like I did? Does she do that thing that you like? I bet you didn’t even wait for me to leave the bar I bet you didn’t even wait to watch me go, I bet you couldn’t wait to see that back of me so you could see that back of her. So you could be behind her, so you could dominate her. Maybe your hidden temptation of wanting to be with a groupie was too strong, maybe the fact that we haven’t been intimate for a while was long enough for you to forget the passion I thought we shared, maybe the time apart opened your mind to new things, maybe I bored you and this younger blonde sent shivers down your spine. Maybe she controls you better? Maybe she gives better massages, preforms better oral or supplies a better orgasm. There has to be a reason why her and why now? I wonder what her name is? I wonder why she of all people stole your heart away from mine? What does she have that I don’t Gabriel? Why would you do this? Why would you build me up so high just to rub a taller, more attractive blonde in my face? Is this your payback for Jordan? For Carrot Top? I never touched them sexually I swear.

The hostess returns with my drink, eyeing me up and down and as if God is trying to punish me I notice her hair is blonde. My eyes narrow as if it’s her, but it can’t be she is with you. Grabbing the drink I bring the bottle to my lips, there was no time for a glass, I needed to be numb and I needed to be numb now.

I wonder was I ever enough for you Gabriel, was I ever everything you wanted? If anything tonight has shown me that I never had a spot in your life Gabriel, for you to play with my heart like that proves to me that I never had a spot in yours. I guess Misty was right, I guess I couldn’t satisfy you deeply or strongly, I couldn’t keep you. The untameable Gabriel, wins again, he has his freedom while I’m locked in a cage six hundred miles away from mine. While you’re releasing your tension, your anger and your passion into that blonde, I’m still miles away from being able to escape… I’m miles away from anything I love, my bikes are at home, they’re my release, my drum set is at my share house, they’re my release and you… your back in London with your pants around your ankles, getting your freedom, releasing your freedom. I feel caged, I feel lonely and I’m stuck on this God damn plane with people just staring at me, like I’ve got lupus or something.

My face is red I can feel it, I’ve got tears streaming down my face I can feel it, but I can’t stop sobbing… it’s going to be a long painful flight. Pulling my wool hat down over my eyes I try to hide from the world, hoping no one will notice me here.

I feel like I’ve got a knife to my thigh, I keep slicing but it’s blunt so it doesn’t do anything, it doesn’t even leave anything, the truth is I won’t, even if I wanted to… because I still want to see you, see your face, look in your eyes, look at your lips. I’ll fantasize about them for the rest of my life because you’re all I ever wanted you’re all I ever needed, that’s why I asked you to leave with me, that’s why I asked you to be with me forever, what a fool I was. Congratulations Gabriel you have won, you have finally broken me you have finally taken the bounce out of my step, the smile from my face and the love from my heart. On the inside I will be shattered but on the outside, I’ll try and remain normal. I can’t let you get away with hurting me, so easily.

Sitting back into my chair I bring the bottle back up my lips, sucking the liquid down before closing my eyes, trying to remove the images of her from my mind. It was going to be a long flight…followed by a very long weekend.

***

To whom it may Concern,

Misty… I think it’s just your bad day, just your bad luck that you have fallen into another match against me… you see before I had something to hold me back, before I had a ball and chain around my ankle stopping me from unleashing hell on you. Now Poof it’s gone, and just like magic, it has awaken me. I will come out to that ring this Sunday and I will do nothing short of ripping you apart, I will make sure that this is a repeat of New Year’s Rising, I will make sure there will be blood. Because Misty, I don’t have to worry about keeping my body safe anymore, I don’t have to worry about making sure I come home in one piece, so I can still keep “my man” entertained… with Gabriel showing me his true colours now I can show the world mine. I will fight you, I will end you… I just feel sorry for Jordan and Thatcher because I will not be tagging out unless absolutely required, I will not let you escape the hell you have created for me.

Bring your disciples, bring your ball and chain Ruby, bring the whole US army if you need to because nothing will stop me running through you like a wrecking ball taking down a brick wall. Nothing will stop me! I want this win because Jordan and I deserve to be at the top of this tournament. Week in and week out we have proved that we’re dedicated in making this team work, we have overcome personal barriers, we have created drama, we have created a following, we have managed to find things about each other that no other teams have been able to commit to.

Jordan brings out the bad streak in me, the more ruthless aggression that all of my Rydernites want to see and yet I still stick to being the “light” of Sin City Wrestling. I still get the respect from the fans because they know what I speak is the truth and what I deliver is nothing short of amazing. I can bring out the happier side of Jordan, who knew that the Emerald Dragon would be so kind and look out for me? Who knew that Jordan could honestly show me things Gabriel, Spike and Derek never could or will… and no I’m not talking dirty, I’m talking about wrestling moves, wrestling styles and just over all new emotions.

Working beside Jordan is a pleasure and I will not let it come crashing down due to Thatcher and Misty, I will not let this match be where the ball stops rolling, this won’t be the match where Odette and Jordan fail. I will not disappoint Jordan and I know he feels the same. Unlike Misty and Thatcher Jordan and I actually enjoy being a team… when I asked Thatcher weeks back who he wanted to be teamed with… he said Vixen, Roxi or Me… NOT YOU MISTY… let’s face it no one wants to be teamed with you because they know your history of running out on men when they need you the most.

So keep spruiking that this is going to be you’re promotional piece Misty and that no one is going to want to miss it. It’s doesn’t matter… talk all you want, it’s our actions that will speak for us at Climax Control and since I now no longer have to be accountable for my actions Misty, may God have mercy on your soul because I sure as hell wont...

Before you even start spraying that my soul belongs to you, just know that I left my soul in a dirty bar in London.

Come this Sunday Misty Moo Moo, Let’s ride.