[Christian Underwood]

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United States: 11:59pm EST Saturday 01/03/2015
England: 04:59am Sunday 01/04/2015

[Amanda Cortez]

 OOC: sorry, I posted first in the wrong area. Lol, but here it is:

The last show of the year 2014 as been Amanda’s official come back and it has been a great success for her. She could win her match against Traci Pattersen, then she could help Veronique to take the win against Melody and at the end she even got a wonderful initiation party where all of the Mean Girls members tickled her with long black feathers, so that she really had her fun. Now the petite redhead should be really happy if there weren’t two problems. The first big one is that her girlfriend Laura isn’t very happy with her being a member of the Mean Girls and the second one is, that it seems that the leader of the Mean Girls, Delia, had had a deadly accident at the last show. Now Amanda, who really likes Delia, is really shocked and worried, especially as she hadn’t heard any more news about this accident. The fact that Delia might be dad is really pure horror for her and she tries not to think about it and still hopes that everything will become good.
Now Amanda has spent the Xmas holidays and the New Year together with her Girlfriend Laura and her stepsister Casey and all in all it has been a nice holiday, even though she still is so worried about Delia, but she has tried not to think of this drama. At Xmas they had had a huge party at Amanda’s club with some special performances and the same was at the New Years eve. Amanda has invited all the members of SCW and also all her friends and fans and so this party has been a huge success. It seems that the pretty redhead is really popular and after her comeback she became even more popular. Most people love the bubbly girl and even the people who don’t love her want to see her kinky performances and this not without a reason. Amanda is a really sexy young woman and she knows how to entertain the fans. With her tough outfit she looks like a mean biker chick, but she acts so cute and this is a nice contrast. She’s also extremely pretty and it seems that most people would love to huddle her and to protect her. But that’s not all about her, besides being very nice and caring for her friends, she can also be vicious and mean in the ring, so she fits really good to her new stable, The Mean Girls.
But now the Xmas break is over and Amanda is back home and she also got booked at the first PPV of the new year. In some way she had hoped that she would get a little break after her last match, but she’s also happy to be back in actin, even though it will be a really hard match against Melody and Misty, especially as these two really don’t like her. They have trash talked on Twitter and Amanda didn’t let out any opportunity to insult them, so its really possible, that these two want to make her pay and punish her, but Amanda isn’t too worried. At least she has her friend and team member Veronica at her side and so they have good chances to survive this match in one piece and even take the win.
Now, back at home, Amanda has just done her first party in her club and, like usually after such parties, she’s really exhausted and tired. She should start her training now, but at first she has to recover a bit. So she sits alone in her trailer, where she lives, and tries to relax a bit after all this stress of the last night.

“God damn, does this never end? Isn’t it enough, that this monster, Necra, killed my friend Delia? And die they really have to book me in a match against these two psycho bitches?”

The petite beauty sighs. She still sits on her bed, Indian style, and rubs her feet. Last night at her party in her club, she got it really good and she still has sore muscles in her tummy from all the laughing and giggling.

“I really don’t know, why it always has to escalate after I join in a company. I really always get into trouble and I don’t know why. I’m nice, I’m cute and I never do anything bad to anybody. All I do is helping out my friends and exactly this I did at the last show. I didn’t start this stupid war and if Melody can’t live with a loss, then it’s not my fault. I only helped my friend Veronica and I would do it again. I’m always here for my friends and my team, even if it means to get some problems. But if you think that I can’t handle these problems, then you’re so fucking wrong, cuz I can.
Everybody knows me as the cute girl, SCW’s lil Tickle Cutie, but I also have another side. I can be vicious too, otherwise I wouldn’t have been the champion here and all the other companies I’ve been in. But anyway, I’m not here to talk about past times and to wine about things that are over and out, I’m here to get all the glory back and this will happen. The people might think that I have no chance against Misty or Melody, but I’ll prove them wrong. I might be the underdog in this match, but they all will see that I still can fight and that I didn’t lose my spirit. Yes, I’m still a fighter, the Goddess of War and soon I’m back at the top of this company.
As I rejoined, I haven’t been that ambitious, but after all this trouble, this has changed. Now I want revenge for what happened to Delia, I want revenge for all the insults I had to hear from Misty and her fucking friends, and I want to show that I’m still the top diva in this company. I don’t care much if anybody has a problem with this. Shall they come out of their holes and tell me and I’ll kick their asses, but prolly they’re all to wimpy to do so.”

Foe a moment she pause and looks down. The pretty redhead is a bit lost in thoughts and the thought back at all this trouble, she really doesn’t like, but then she wipes all these thoughts away. One of her strengths is her indestructible optimism and this optimism comes back now.

"They call me a wimp, a freak, or whatever, but in reality they are the wimps who are scared of me, or why else would they run their mouths about me and my life style? Damn, all they are is being jealous. Just look at all my fans. I’m back in this business for a few weeks now, and I already have more fans than all the others and I know that all these fans really love me. You can say that it’s cuz of this fetish stuff and the shows I do and maybe you’re right, but who cares? All that counts is that they love me and support me and that they give me the strength to survive in this business.”

Amanda clenches her small fists and growls, but then the door of her bedroom opens and her love Rose, her stepsister Casey and her girlfriend Laura enter. Rose has been on a longer vacation to visit her family and Amanda hasn’t seen her for a few weeks, but yesterday, at her party, Rose came back and so Mandy is more than happy. Now as she sees her, she wants to jump up, but Rose sits already on the bed and hugs Amanda.

“Wasn’t it a nice surprise as I joined your party yesterday?”

Still in Rose’s arms, Amanda giggles happily. She really loves this girl and she is so glad to have her back. Being without her for such a long time really had made her sad and so she doesn’t want to let her go again. She huddles against Rose and is so happy.

“Oh yes, it was, especially that you joined the fun. I really missed you so much and I’m so happy to have you at my side again. And now I have two managers, you and Laura, hehe, and my personal trainer Casey. That’s so awesome and I really feel like a Goddess now, with all the people who worship me.”

She looks at the people she loves and has her cutest smile in her face.

“Now I only have to call the Mean Girls and then all my friends are here.”

She wants to pull out her cell phone, but Rose holds down her arm, so that she can’t.

“Wait, do this later, or do you want your friends to see how submissive you can be? I’m not sure whether this would be good for your career. The people already thing that you’re too nice for the Mean Girls.”

But Amanda shakes her head and laughs out in her cheery way.

“Oh, about this you don’t have to worry. They made a initiation party for me last week and they tied me down with fluffy pink handcuffs and each of them had a feather. Hehe, the rest you can imagine …I laughed and giggled so much, but it was also so much fun and I think the fans loved it too.”

She knows Amanda and how cute and pretty she is, so the pretty Rose smirks And kisses Amanda lovingly on the cheek.

“I can imagine that they did. As cute as you look when you giggle, they must have loved it. Haha, and it seems that your new friends know exactly what you like.”

Happily Amanda smiles and kisses her love on the lips. Within seconds the kiss becomes passionately and the two hot girls begin to make out, but then Amanda breaks the kiss.

“Yes, they do, but if you do it to me, then it’s even more fun. Hehe, like last night. I thought I had to die and I never thought that you guys could be so sadistic. But it was so much fun and we should do it again soon.”

“We will, but first we have to get you ready for this damn match. I don’t wanna see you getting beaten up, I wanna see you as the winner.”

This is exactly what Amanda wants to hear, but she’s still in her kinky mood. She stretches out her legs and wiggles her toes, hoping that one of her friends will tickle them lightly, but at the moment this doesn’t happen.

“Don’t worry, you will see me as the winner. Don’t forget that I have Veronica at my side and she’s a damn good wrestler. Ok, she cheats a lot, but this is only good for us and will bring us the win. This combined with all my high flying moves and nothing can go wrong.”

The four young women still sit on the bed as the door opens again and Veronica, Amanda’s partner in her match, enters. She looks at them and smirks.

“Oh, I hope I didn’t interrupt you, but I knocked the door and nobody opened, but it wasn’t locked, so I though I might enter. By the way, I wanted to thank you for your help last week, it was awesome to see Melody cry after her loss.”

Now Amanda smiles warmly. She’s really happy that Vero came over and hearing this feels so good.

“Aww, thank you. You know that I do everything for my friends and you girls are my friends. Oh and I’ll make sure that she will cry again after we are done with her. Haha, then she really will have a reason. Two losses in a row will prolly be more than she cam handle, especially as even her friend won’t help her. Ok, Misty has been good in the past and she held a few titles, but that’s long ago and I think her time is over. I don’t know whether she still has what it needs to be a champion. I even doubt that she can survive in a real match. Her only advantage is that everybody thinks of how good she has been in the past and is scared, but I’m not. I see her like she is, a relict and a sore loser now, but nothing more. Her glory is gone, her good times are over and they will never come back and we will make sure that everybody sees this. They all will have to learn, that the Mean Girls are the most dominant stable at SCW.”

Veronica smiles at her and nods. Normally she’s pretty arrogant, but Amanda she likes, especially after Amanda had helped her to take the win against Melody last week.

“I hope so too. I really don’t like these two idiots and it would be fun to break them completely. They will learn what it means to mess with the Mean Girls.”

Still sitting on her bed, Amanda looks up to Vero. She's really happy that her friend and partner came over and so her mood is really good and she's full of self confidence.

“That’s true. And the same counts for Melody. Another loser without any chance to get a title. They aren’t even worth our time, but anyway, it`’s fun to break these morons. They will get what they deserve. By the way, have you seen what Misty told me on Twitter? She called me a bitch, said that I’m annoying and such stuff. And I really don’t let her get away with this. She will pay a really high price. By the way, after we are done with these idiots, we should make another lil party to celebrate our victory. Haha, and I need a lil reward then, hehe, I just thought of the fluffy pink handcuffs again, and the feathers.”

As she hears this, Vero laugh out and Mandy’s friends too. She shakes her head and can’t believe that Amanda loves it so much to get tickled, but in some way it’s really cute, like everything on Amanda.

“Girl, you’re really kinky …”

Rose has been quiet for a while, but she’s always open for having fun and so she gets involved too. She looks at Vero and then back to Mandy, who is already excited.

“Well, with this I could help out. Haha, maybe some fun to motivate you, so that you know what you get as a reward after your win.”

The whole group laughs, but Amanda’s trainer Casey roles her eyes. Casey is the one in the group who takes everything honest and this time it’s not different. She likes fun too, but her training is the most important thing for the muscular young woman.

“Hey, I’m not here to join your kinky fun. I wanted to pick you up to go to the gym. That’s more important now than lolling around in bed.”

Amanda knows that her stepsister is right, but it’s still not what she wanted to hear. She has no problem with training, but having fun is more important for her and so she’s a bit annoyed. Playfully she kicks Casey, but as she tries it again, Casey blocks the kick and traps her ankle between her legs, so That Mandy can’t do it again.

"You better don't do this agin and now you move your ass out of this bed.”

But Amanda only giggles and points out her tongue. She knows that this will bring her in trouble, but this she wants. It’s just too much fun to get dominated and punished bey her friends in a friendly way.

“I would, but if you hold my ankle, I can’t. I’m so sorry ..”

Now Casey roles her eyes again. Amanda can be really a pain in the ass, but in a cute way and nobody can be really mad at her. She’s so cute and bubbly, but sometimes she needs it to get stopped. So Casey tickles her foot and Mandy immediately giggles. She tries to pull it back, but Her stepsister is so much stronger, so that she doesn’t has a chance.

"Hehe ...that's mean .."

But she loves it and so she doesn’t really fight back. The others look at the cute girl and how she giggles and they smile. Rose loves it to see Mandy in distress and so she licks her lips.

“Haha, tickle fun with Mandy again. I know that we should go to the gym, but maybe this here will motivate her a bit. And it’s good for her stamina. At least I think so, after it’s over, she’s more exhausted than after a long run.”

Before Amanda can do anything, she grabs her other ankle and like Casey she traps it between her legs too. Then she looks at her long sharp nails and smiles in a sadistic way. Mandy struggles a bit, but not too much, cuz she doesn’t want to get away. Then she begins to run her sharp nails all over Amanda’s soft and sensitive foot bottom. Immediately the pretty redhead laughs and giggles and she wiggles her foot, but that doesn’t help her and her friends have no intentions to stop. Laura has been quiet the whole time, but now she gets involved too.

“Ok, as she loves it so much, it’s time for the handcuffs.”

With this she presses Amanda down and cuffs her wrists to the bed posts, so That Mandy is pretty helpless now. She still struggles a bit, but it doesn’t help her much and in some way she is happy that she can’t get away. It feels so good to be at the mercy of the people whom she loves, even though she knows that they won’t show mercy.

“Maybe Rose is right and it motivates her if she knows what awaits her after her match.”

In the meantime Casey and rose have tied Amanda’s ankles to the bed posts too and now Rose opens the locker and as she comes back, she hands everybody a long black feather. Without a warning, they begin to run the feathers all over Amanda’s soft and sensitive skin, two at her upperbody and two at her feet. Mandy laughs and giggles in her cute way and she’s really in heaven. It doesn’t take long and her face is all red from the laughing, especially as Rose and Casey go under and in between her cute little toes, but she doesn’t beg her friends to stop it. She enjoys it too much. Eventually they stop and untie Amanda and the tattooed cutie still can’t stop giggling.

“Hehe, why did you stop it? I haven’t asked for a break.”

They all laugh and huddle the pretty young woman and it’s Casey again who answers.

“I know and you’ll get more, but not before we have been in the gym and before you two have beaten up ugly fat Misty and whiny Melody. Deal?”

They help Mandy up and it takes a while till she catches her breath, but then she smiles happily and wipes her long red hair out of her face. It’s a bit messy, but Amanda still looks so cute and pretty.

“That’s mean, but deal. By the way, ugly fat Misty and whiny Melody fits really good to these idiots. They really should change their ring names. But even if they don’t, I’ll make sure that everybody will call them like this. I have enough fans who are willing to support us. Haha, and then we make sure that everybody laughs at them. Shit, they really go on my nerves and even hearing their names makes me sick. But with their new ringnames it’ll be at least possible to talk about them without throwing up.”

Now Amanda stands up. She still breathes heavily as she looks at her friends, but at least she is willing to get dressed. She opens her locker and looks for a proper outfit, then she disappears in the bath room. A few minutes later, she comes back and now she’s dressed completely.



She smiles at her friends in her cheery way and points at the ball in her hand. A few times she throws it into the air and catches it again, then she points to the door.

“Ok, I’m ready now, but instead of running we could play some beach volleyball, that’s good for the stamina too and it’s more fun, not so boring. So me and Rose against Casey and Laura and Vero is the referee. Haha, and the losers pay the food after we are finished with training. I already could have dinner now. All this laughing and giggling makes me so hungry.”

Even though she likes this idea, Casey sighs. Sometimes Amanda’s special wishes go on her nerves, but mostly she accepts them and does what Mandy says.

“You’re really a pain in the ass, but ok, loser pays. So let’s go, otherwise she might end up in bed again and this time all naked. It’s not that I don’t like that, but then we never get out of this house and we don’t have too much time till the PPV.”

Now it’s Amanda’s turn to role her eyes. This endless talking about the PPV goes on her nerves and she can’t hide it any longer.

“Ok, then let’s go before someone here freaks out completely.”

She points at Casey and then the group leaves the house. They all climb into Amanda’s jeep and drive to the beach. There their volleyball match is a huge success and there are many people who watch the pretty girls in action. At the end, Casey and Laura win the match, but Amanda doesn’t care much. All that counts is that she has had her fun and this she head, especially as there are so many people who know her from wrestling and who want to have autographs now. Amanda always has been a bit cocky and so she loves the sensation she gets. She signs the autographs and talks to the fans and at the end she invites them to come to the show and to her aftershow party and everybody is willing to come. Even though Amanda is heel, they all love her and her performances in the ring and this makes the petite diva really proud. Normally this shouldn't be the case, but in some way nobody can be really mad at her and Amanda knows this and uses it for her advantage.
Now Amanda and her friends are back on their way to her jeep, as a camera team approaches them. They switch on the camera and Amanda is more than willing to pose for the camera. The petite latina really knows how sexy she is and loves to show it. Then they want to ask her some questions, but she cuts them off.

“Hey guys, please no interview now, I'm really a bit exhausted.”

The camera team is a bit disappointed, but Amanda smiles at them and then she starts to speak again.

“But don't worry, I won't leave here without everybody hearing my lovely voice. Lemme guess, you wanna hear me talk a bit about ugly fat Misty and whiny Melody. Well, I already said so much about them, but I'll summarize it for you.
Everybody awaits me to be scared of these two stupid sluts because in the past they've been pretty good, but I'm not. I don't give a fuck whether one of them has been a champ or not. I don't give a fuck if they can scare others, cuz me they can't scare. I only stand here and laugh about them. Melody is noting more than a whiny wimp who doesn't see that het time is over and ugly fat Misty isn't better. Shall she think that she's strong, but I know better. She isn't, she is nothing against me, the Goddess of War or if you like it more, SCW’s lovable lil TickleCutie.”

With the cutest smile in her pretty face the tiny Latina blows a kiss into the direction of the camera and the scene fades to black.

[O Malley]

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Happy New Year

Friday December 26th
Misty’s Home- Las Vegas
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Christmas had come and gone rather quickly.  After a wonderful day spent with friends and family, and then O’Malley, Misty had found herself reverting back to her pessimistic attitude, but she didn’t understand why.  She had been doing everything in her power over recent weeks to keep out of that attitude and be happy…truly happy.  But as she was trying to clear her head, she had a supernatural encounter on Christmas night and it had changed everything.

Even still, O’Malley had spent the night; on her sofa of course, but he noticed a clear change in Misty’s mood.

O’Malley: Everything okay, love?  Ye’ve been awfully quiet since last night.

He walks up to Misty as she is making herself a cup of coffee.  The scent of Cinnabon Classic Cinnamon Roll coffee being brewed in her Kuerig fills the air and she can’t wait to take the first sip of the delicious coffee.

Misty: I’m fine.

O’Malley raises an eyebrow, reading right through the clear lie Misty has told.  He walks up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a hug.

O’Malley: That wasn’t very convincing, ye know.  What’s going on?

Misty gently pushes O’Malley away.  She doesn’t even bother turning around to face him.  Her coffee finishes brewing and she stirs in some sugar and creamer as O’Malley stares at her, waiting for an answer.

Misty: Nothing is going on, O’Malley.  If I say I’m fine, it means that I’m fine.

O’Malley: Forgive me if I don’t believe ye.  Ye were perfectly fine up until last night and now yer all…distant and moody.

Misty takes a sip of her coffee and savors the flavor.  She takes in a deep breath and finally turns around, glaring at her mysterious Irishman.

Misty: Moody?  Gee, thanks for insulting me now, O’Malley.  

O’Malley: I wasn’t insulting ye, love.  I was making an observation.

Misty glares at him before she looks away and walks past him.  She pulls one of the chairs away from her kitchen table and takes a seat.  She looks out the window at her backyard, remembering her conversation with Frankie...or his ghost, last night.  She looks down at her coffee cup with a sad expression on her face and O’Malley walks over to her.

O’Malley: Something happened, Misty, and I have a right to know what the hell is going on.  

Misty: You have a right to know?  You don’t have a right to know anything!

O’Malley shakes his head.

O’Malley: No?  So the fact that yer suddenly ready to bite me head off when last night ye were wrapped in me arms doesn’t give me the right to know?  

Misty: Why are you so convinced that something happened?  I’m fine!

O’Malley: Why do ye do this stuff, Misty?  

Misty looks up at O’Malley curiously.  She sets her coffee down on the table in front of her.

Misty: What stuff?

O’Malley: Push people away.  Something is bothering ye and ye won’t let me help ye.  Ye won’t let Roxi or Melody help ye.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.  She spins her cup of coffee and just stares at it.

Misty: This has nothing to do with Melody or Roxi.  They have helped me, O’Malley.  Or are you completely blind to how I look now?

O’Malley laughs and shakes his head.

O’Malley: How could I be blind to the fact that ye look amazing?  But that’s not what I’m talking about.  Sure, ye’ve come around to the new look, but ye still revert back to this depressed mood all the time.  Nothing is ever good enough for ye these days.

Misty: Why do you care?  I never asked you to stay around.  You’re more than welcome to leave anytime, O’Malley.

O’Malley: I’m not leaving ye, love.  Being alone isn’t going to help ye any.

Misty: Yeah, well having you people nagging me all the time doesn’t seem to help me any either, does it?

O’Malley takes in a deep breath as Misty snaps at him.  She takes another sip of her coffee and he takes a seat in the chair across from her.

O’Malley: Because ye won’t talk to any of us.  How many times has Roxi offered a listening ear?  How many times has she offered to help ye, but ye shut her out?  I’m not telling ye to talk to me if ye don’t want to, but surely Roxi or Melody can help ye in some way.  They are women after all.

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: That might be true, O’Malley, but it’s not that simple.  I can figure things out on my own without people constantly bugging me.

O’Malley: Maybe ye used to be able to do that, love, but it’s clear ye can’t anymore.  If ye won’t talk to me, can ye do me a favor and at least talk to Roxi or Melody?  They want to help ye, love.

Misty: I know they do, O’Malley, but maybe that’s the problem.  Maybe I can’t be helped this time?  

O’Malley leans back in his chair and stares at Misty disappointedly.  He folds his arms across his chest and lets out a sigh.

O’Malley: With that attitude ye can’t.  Ye need to open up and let people in.  I know ye want to.  I know ye want to end this year on a high note and start the New Year out with a smile on yer face, love.  That’s why ye booked us that trip back to Ireland, isn’t it?

Misty frowns as she thinks about the answer.  O’Malley tilts his head, again disappointed.

Misty: I…I don’t know, O’Malley.  I need to get away, I know that much.  I just…I don’t want us to go to Ireland with you expecting certain things, but you getting disappointed in the end.  I don’t want to lead you on about anything, O’Malley.

O’Malley: Yer not leading—

Misty suddenly holds up her hand, silencing him before he can finish.  She stares at him with sad eyes.

Misty: I think it’s best if we spend a few days apart.  Before this trip to Ireland.  I need sometime alone to think and clear my head, and I can’t do that with you around.

O’Malley: Yer regretting booking this trip, aren’t ye?  I told ye—

Misty: I know what you told me, O’Malley.  And I’d still like to go.  I just need to make sure I know what the whole point of the trip is.  I want us to be on the same page.

O’Malley: We don’t have to go, ye know.  Ye got the SCW World Tour coming up.  Ye can use the flight for something else.

Misty smiles and nods.

Misty: I know that, but as I said…I really would like to go back to Ireland.  I just…need to figure things out.  Alone.

O’Malley: Are ye sure that’s the best idea, love?

Misty nods again.

Misty: Right now, yes.

O’Malley sighs and takes in a deep breath.  He pushes himself away from the table and stands up.

O’Malley: I hope ye figure things out, love.  Not for selfish reasons, either.  But for you.  No one should be in the dark place yer in right now.  Especially not someone as kind hearted as ye are.  I hope ye know that, love.

She smiles up at him, but it is a half-hearted, broken smile.

Misty: Thank you, O’Malley.  For everything.

He walks over to her and runs his hand down her cheek, then along her chin.  She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath.

O’Malley: Ye need to find happiness again, love.  The sooner ye realize that, the sooner ye can move on with yer life and find it.  Or realize that it’s standing right in front of ye.

Misty fights back tears as O’Malley speaks these words to her.  She turns her head and looks away from him and he looks towards the door.

O’Malley: I’ll let meself out then.

He shakes his head and heads towards the front door.  He grabs his bag from by the front door, then heads out, quietly closing the door behind him.  Once he is out of the house, Misty looks towards the door, and she starts crying.  For so mean reasons.  She and O’Malley were scheduled to leave for Ireland in just four days and she has a lot to figure out.

If she wanted to end her year from hell and start out 2015 on a happy note, she had to figure things out quick.  Otherwise, things were never going to get better.

Monday December 29th
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Three days have passed since Misty has seen or spoken to O’Malley.  He has followed her wishes, given her the space she claimed she needed, though it remains to be seen if the time alone actually helped the struggling former bombshell champion.  And with the card for Inception being announced just yesterday, she had even more on her mind now.

In just two weeks’ time, she would be teaming with Melody Grace to take on the Mean Girls’ combination of Veronica Taylor and the newest member, Amanda Cortez.  It was a match Misty wasn’t expecting, and right now, she’s not even sure she truly wanted it, but she would do everything in her power to not let Melody Grace down and work to defeat her next Mean Girls challenge.

As for right now, though, Misty knows that a conversation with O’Malley is in order.  They are supposed to leave for Ireland in just twenty-four hours, and he had no idea if the trip was even still on.  So Misty sent him a text just a short while ago, asking him to come over.  He responded quickly, saying he was on his way.

She’s waiting on her front porch for the Irishman to arrive.  Her knees are tucked in close to her chest and she’s wearing a light jacket when his rental car pulls into her driveway.  He kills the engine a few moments later, then steps out.

Misty: Looking handsome as ever, O’Malley.

O’Malley smirks as Misty takes note of his black jeans and black leather jacket.  He walks up to her, just as she gets back to her feet and the two stand just inches away from each other.

O’Malley: In a better mood I see?

Misty shrugs.

Misty: Yes and no.  I’m sorry about the other day, O’Malley.

O’Malley shakes his head with a smile.

O’Malley: No need to apologize, love.  I know yer going through a rough time right now.  I just wish ye would let…someone…help ye.

Misty chuckles and folds her arms.

Misty: No, want you really wish is that I would let you help me.  I know you said that you want me to let Melody and Roxi help me, but I know it’s bugging you that I’ve been pushing you away every chance I get.

The blank expression on O’Malley’s face proves that he can’t deny Misty’s last statement.  He doesn’t say a thing, however, as Misty continues.

Misty: I’m struggling, O’Malley…big time.  I’m trying my hardest to figure out what the hell I want out of everything these days, and it’s a lot harder than I thought.  I won’t deny that you’re a great guy, and you’re exactly what I need to start over…start fresh…

O’Malley: I’m not pushing anything on ye, love.  Ye know that, right?

Misty nods and smiles.

Misty: I know, and I can’t tell you how thankful I am or that.  I just…I can’t promise you anything, O’Malley.  I know you say you’ll wait as long as you need to, but I’m telling you not to, because you could be waiting for a very long time.

O’Malley: Ye say that, love, but ye know it isn’t true.  Ye’ve made a lot of progress over the last few months.

Misty: In some ways, yes.  In others, not so much.  But I think that this trip to Ireland—

O’Malley: …is a mistake.  It’s okay—

Misty shakes her head and brings her finger up to O’Malley’s lips, shushing him.

Misty: For Christ’s sake, O’Malley, would you let me finish?

She pulls her hand away and he remains silent, letting her speak.

Misty: I think that this trip to Ireland will do me a lot of good.  It did wonders for me last time, which is why I want to go back.  And I’d still like you to come with me…

O’Malley thinks for a moment as Misty waits for him to say something…anything.  He finally takes a step back when he breaks his silence.

O’Malley: I…I really don’t think that’s a good idea anymore, love.  Ye don’t really want—

Misty takes a step forward towards him, and takes his hands in hers.  It is a move that silences him and she looks into his eyes.

Misty: Please, O’Malley?  Don’t back out on me.  You say you want to help me?  This is how you can help me.  I need a distraction from all the craziness in my life.  I need to have a good time before this world tour kicks off and I have to get back to the chaos that is my life.  I need a break, but I’m saying I need your help.  

O’Malley: Yer sure, love?  I don’t want ye to think I’m forcing or guilting ye into doing anything ye don’t want to do.

She smiles and shakes her head.

Misty: I’m sure.  I booked this trip for us, O’Malley.  I’m not changing my mind.  Please tell me you still want to go with me.

He thinks for a moment, and just as it appears that he has changed his mind and is going to turn her down, he smiles.  He leans down and brings his lips to hers.  When he backs away, she has her eyes closed and stands there, frozen.

O’Malley: Of course I’ll go with ye, love.  I can’t think of a better way to start out the New Year than with ye in Ireland.

Misty smiles then opens her eyes.

Misty: Glad to hear it, O’Malley.  Though, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you decided not to go with me.  I’ve given you every reason to run from me for being a crazy bitch.

O’Malley chuckles and shakes his head.

O’Malley: Some of us like crazy, love.  Crazy isn’t always a bad thing.

Misty: In my case, I think it is.  But…I think I’ll get through it.  It might take a while, but I’ll get past this mess.

O’Malley: I’ll make sure to keep ye to yer word, love.  

Misty again smiles and takes O’Malley’s hand.

Misty: Want to head inside?  I’m not finished packing yet, but I could save that until later anyway.  I have a bottle of wine for me and some Guinness in the fridge for you if you want it.

O’Malley grins then kisses the back of her hand.

O’Malley: Now how could I turn down Guinness?  Ye know the way to me heart, love.

Misty: Your Irish.  You’re not that hard to figure out.

The two share a laugh.

O’Malley: That is true, love.  Now let’s head back inside.  It’s starting to feel a little colder out here.

Misty smiles, now in a better mood, as the two head inside and she closes the door behind them.

Tuesday December 30th
Dublin, Ireland
The Merrion Hotel
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The flight from Las Vegas to Dublin was a long one, and that was putting it lightly.  After over fourteen hours and a couple of stops, Misty and O’Malley had finally made it to Dublin and checked into the five star Merrion Hotel.  

O’Malley opens the door to their suite, allowing Misty to step in first.  She had done hear research on this hotel before she booked the trip, but she was still awestruck by its extravagance.  She stares around the room with wide eyes as O’Malley follows behind her, carrying their bags.

Misty: This…this is even more amazing than the pictures I saw.  

O’Malley: I told ye.  It’s expensive for a reason, love.  I would have been perfectly happy back at the little Inn ye stayed at a few months ago…

He sets their bags down on the king sized bed as Misty makes her way to the window.  She pulls the curtain to the side, looking out at the city surrounding them and she smiles.

Misty: I would have, too, but it wouldn’t have been the same.  I needed to treat myself…

She turns around and smiles at O’Malley as he looks at her with a raised eyebrow.

Misty: …and you also.  You can’t tell me this place isn’t gorgeous.

O’Malley: No, it is.  I knew it was.  I still say ye spent too much.

Misty: I don’t care what you say, O’Malley.  This trip was for me just as much as much as it was for you.  Quit making such a big deal about how much I spent.  

O’Malley shrugs, but he smiles, taking her word.

O’Malley: Oh I’m not making a big deal about it, love.  As I said before, it’s only making me work that much harder to get ye something special in return.

Misty smirks and shakes her head.

Misty: You being here with me is special enough.  Now, can we please not talk about it?

O’Malley raises his eyebrow, looking at her with a devious grin.

O’Malley: I’m fine with that, love.  But what exactly do ye want to do instead?

Misty: Don’t look at me like that, O’Malley.  

O’Malley: Like what?

Misty: You know what.  The only thing I plan on doing tonight is getting plenty of sleep.  Right after I take a hot shower.

A disappointed frown appears on O’Malley’s face but it fades quickly as he lets out a laugh.  Misty starts rummaging through her bag and O’Malley plops down on the bed, making himself comfortable.

Misty: I’ll be out in a bit.

O’Malley: I’ll still be here, love.

Misty laughs, then turns and disappears into the bathroom.  O’Malley places his hands behind his head and looks around at the luxurious room.  Once he hears the water running in the shower, he bolts up from the bed and starts going through his own bag.  He finds what he is looking for, pulling out a small square ring box, staring at it with a smile.  He tucks it safely back into his bag before moving it over to a chair, along with Misty’s bag.  He returns to his spot on the bed and closes his eyes as he waits for Misty.

New Year’s Eve- 11:30 P.M
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Misty and O’Malley have been in Dublin for less than twenty-four hours.  They will officially ring in 2015 in just thirty minutes, and Misty is determined to start the year out right.  Being in Ireland has already helped tremendously as she’s only focusing about the here and now.  She and O’Malley are out in the festivities in Dublin, dancing and having a genuinely good time.

As Misty dances to the various Celtic music and the smile on her face grows each second, O’Malley stares at her.  A smile grows on his face as he watches her.

O’Malley: I’m glad you’re having a good time, love!

O’Malley has to almost shout because the music is so loud.  Misty turns around when she hears his voice, giving him a warm smile.

Misty: I am, too, O’Malley!  I seriously never expected Ireland to be this fun!

O’Malley: It’s not as overrated as some people think it is.  Expensive, maybe…Overrated?  Not so much.  

Misty: I’m telling you, O’Malley…I would love to live here someday.  I really would!

Misty grabs O’Malley by the hand, pulling him closer to her.  She continues to dance, trying to get him to dance with her, but he has an awkward look on his face as he stands where he is.  Misty stops dancing for a moment, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

Misty: What?  What’s wrong?

O’Malley shakes his head.

O’Malley: Nothing is wrong, love.  It’s just really good to see ye smiling and having a good time.  

Misty: Stop.  Please don’t remind me of what a miserable bitch I’ve been lately.

O’Malley laughs and shakes his head.  He leads her a safe distance away from the music so they don’t need to shout and raise their voices.

O’Malley: That’s not what I’m doing, love.  It’s actually only making my gift to ye that much more special.

Misty tilts her head and looks at him curiously.

Misty: Gift?  O’Malley, I told you that you didn’t—

Misty’s eyes widen and she goes into a stunned silence as O’Malley pulls out the small ring box from his jacket.  She blinks and stands in front of him frozen.  He holds the ring box up, but doesn’t open it right away as he smiles at her.

O’Malley: Before ye say anything else, I know ye said I didn’t have to do get ye anything or pay ye back for paying for this trip for the two of us, but I did anyway.  Ye say ye’ve been a miserable bitch?  That might be true, but that doesn’t mean ye don’t deserve something special.

Misty: O’Malley…w-what is that?

O’Malley grins and holds the ring box out to her, insisting she take it.  She shakes her head briefly, almost afraid to open it.  O’Malley is forced to take her hand, turn it over and place the box in her hand.

O’Malley: If ye open it, ye’ll see what it is.  It’s probably not what yer thinking, either.

Misty stares at the box that is now shaking in her hand.

Misty: Look…whatever is in this box, O’Malley…I..I can’t accept it.

O’Malley: Nonsense, love.  Ye can accept it and ye will.  Please, just open it.

Misty closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, preparing for the worst(?).  With her eyes still closed, she slowly opens the box, but doesn’t open her eyes right away.  O’Malley laughs and shakes his head in amusement and Misty finally opens her eyes and immediately they widen at the beautiful ring O’Malley bought for her.



Misty: Oh my…

She stares at the 14k white gold Irish Claddagh ring with an emerald stone set in the middle, completely lost for words.  O’Malley smiles, happy with her reaction.

O’Malley: See?  I’m not proposing to ye, love.  

Misty manages to crack a smile and even let out a slight laugh as she stares at the ring.  After a few moments, she looks up at O’Malley, shaking her head in amazement.

Misty: O’Malley…this is too much…

O’Malley shakes his head.

O’Malley: This coming from the woman who spend how much on a trip and fancy hotel room in Ireland?  It’s still nowhere near what ye spent, I’m sure, so stop saying that.  Now, do ye know what kind of ring this is?

Misty nods.

Misty: I’ve seen similar rings before, but nothing this fancy.

O’Malley chuckles.

O’Malley: It’s a Claddagh ring.  Symbolizes love and friendship.  A sort of promise ring if ye want to consider it that.

Misty: O’Malley…

O’Malley brings his finger to her lips, silencing her.

O’Malley: That ring symbolizes a promise from me to you that I’ll be whatever ye need me to be, even if all ye need me to be is yer best friend.  I’ll always be here for ye.

Misty stands there, still shocked, as she stares at the ring.  She processes every word O’Malley has just spoken to her, and his promise to her, and she’s only snapped back to reality as the music dies down behind them, and the Irish crowd begins their countdown.  2015 is just moments away…

Irish Crowd: Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven…Six…Five…Four…Three…Two...

O’Malley looks down at Misty with a big smile.

Irish Crowd: One….HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

O’Malley: Happy New Year, love.

Fireworks can be heard going off in the background as everyone starts their celebration.  Couples celebrate with their first kiss of the New Year and Misty finally manages to crack a huge smile, wrapping her arms around O’Malley and looking up into his eyes.

Misty: Happy New Year, O’Malley.

O’Malley doesn’t even need to ask for permission as he leans down and brings his lips to hers and they share a New Years’ kiss.  Misty clutches the Claddagh ring in her hand as she lets the kiss linger.  The two are nearly oblivious to the celebrating going on around them, as they are only focused on one another.

Two hours later…

It is only two hours into the New Year, and it is already off to a great start for SCW’s Original Bombshell and her Irish boy toy, O’Malley.  They’ve spent the last few hours out and around in Dublin, involved in various festivities, and after dancing the night away, the two have decided to call it a night.  They’re just getting back to their hotel room, still smiling and in an overall good mood as O’Malley opens the door for the center of his affection.

O’Malley: After ye, m’lady.

Misty laughs and rolls her eyes.

Misty: I’m more than capable of opening the door myself, O’Malley.  You don’t need to help me every single time.

O’Malley grins as Misty walks inside and he follows behind her.

O’Malley: I know that, love, but I’m a little old fashioned.  I didn’t think there was a problem with that.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: I never said there was.  I was just letting you know.

She walks over to the dresser, setting her purse down before she turns and heads over to her suitcase.  She takes out her pajamas for the night before turning to address O’Malley.

Misty: I’m gonna go change out of this dress.  I’ll be right out.

O’Malley: Take yer time, love.

Misty then disappears into the bathroom to change.  She doesn’t close the door all the way, however, as she will only be a few minutes at most.  She sets her pajamas down on the counter next to the sink, and then looks in the mirror.  She focuses on the smile on her face and then her attention is drawn to the ring O’Malley had given her earlier.

The shiny Irish Claddagh ring is placed comfortably on the ring finger of her right hand and as she brings her hand up to study the ring closer, she smiles even brighter.  She looks at herself in the mirror again, then closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath before she turns and quietly walks out of the bathroom.

O’Malley is on the other side of the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers.  Misty stares at his back and smiles again as she heads over to him.  She sneaks up on him, wrapping her arms his waist, startling him in the process.

O’Malley: Yer lucky I’m not naked, love.  I wasn’t expecting ye to change so quickly.

Misty chuckles as O’Malley spins around.  He looks confused as she’s still wearing the dress from their night out.

O’Malley: Are ye planning on sleeping in that dress?  I mean, I’ve got no problem with it, but it seems just a bit—

Misty brings her finger up to O’Malley’s lips, silencing him.  He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at her, taking note of the grin on her face, and she shakes her head.

Misty: No, I don’t plan on sleeping in this dress, O’Malley.  But…I seem to be having a little trouble getting out of this dress and thought maybe you could help me out of it.

O’Malley seems genuinely surprised to hear this, and he tries to speak, but he’s lost on what to say.  Misty wraps her arms around him once again, keeping her eyes locked on his.

Misty: There’s no reason to delay this any longer, O’Malley.  I…I want this.  I’m ready to move on, O’Malley.  I’m ready to be with you.

O’Malley: Are…are ye sure, love?  Don’t think ye need to do this just to make me happy.

Misty: It’s for me just as much as it is for you, O’Malley.  I need to start this year off right, and being with you…It feels right now.  

O’Malley goes silent for a few moments as he thinks things through.  Misty helps to speed up his decision as she reaches behind her and starts to slowly unzip her dress, then bringing his hand to the zipper.  She looks up at him, her eyes telling him to make the next move, and he does.  He unzips her dress the rest of the way and brings his lips to hers in a passionate kiss.  Her dress falls to the floor as they take a few steps back and collapse on to the bed.

”Once again, this trip to Ireland has done exactly what I intended it to do.  It’s given me a distraction…even a temporary one…from all of the chaos and negativity that has been surrounding me the last few months.  There have been times where I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to just sit back and have a good time and forget about all of the bad crap that has been thrown at me this year.”

“But O’Malley has helped me.  Now that I actually let him.”

“In the days before this trip, I was having major second thoughts.  I’ve known what O’Malley has wanted for quite some time, and I wasn’t sure if even after this trip to Ireland, that I would be able to return the feelings.  But then he gave me that ring, and my opens were immediately opened.  I still have a lot to work through and get over, but I’m done pushing O’Malley away.  I’m not letting him get away because he wants to be a part of my life.”

“But now it’s time to think about the week ahead…the match ahead.  I once again find myself going against The Mean Girls, though this time with Melody Grace as my tag team partner.  For the most part, I’ve been successful in this war against the Mean Girls, but it’s no secret that the one victory I needed…the one win that mattered the most…I couldn’t get.”

“My feud with Delia took a lot out of me.  Hell, it probably took everything out of me.  It’s very clear that I haven’t been the same since, and not just because I lost to her.  It’s because of how personal that war got, and the lengths that both of us went to destroy each other.  In the end, though, she wore me down and destroyed me more than I ever thought possible.”

“She went after my daughter, using her as a pawn.  She destroyed my relationship with Drake.  She used my miscarriage two years ago against me and she took every opportunity she had to insult me and degrade me.  And in the end…she won.”

“But it’s not over.  Not yet.  You see, while she has moved on to her next challenge...if you want to call Necra that…I’ve had to sit back and figure out my next move…my next challenge.  And it seems that the bosses feel that Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez are just the challenge for Melody and me.”

“I haven’t quite decided how I feel about this match, but if there is one thing that I know, it’s that I will NOT let Melody down.  I know what to expect from Veronica and Amanda.  I know that cheating to win is not past them, so I can’t deny that Melody and I may very well lose this match.”

“But not because of our performance.”

“I will do EVERYTHING in my power to make sure that Melody and I walk away with the win.  Veronica and Amanda better understand that WHEN Melody and I win…there will be no excuses.  We’re ready for them…Plain and simple.”

Saturday January 3rd
Birmingham, England
Birmingham International Airport

Most of the SCW superstars and Bombshells are not scheduled to start arriving in England for a few days, but after spending a successful few days in Ireland, Misty and O’Malley have decided to head to England a little early.  Misty thought that by doing so she would avoid any excess traffic that SCW’s first stop on their World Tour was sure to bring.  Sadly, she was wrong.

After exiting the plane, the two are smiling as they walk through the airport to the exit.  O’Malley is carrying their carry-on bags, as well as pulling his suitcase behind him, while Misty has her own rolling suitcase in tow.  The two are hand-in-hand, seemingly in the best mood anyone has ever seen them in.  

As they walk out the exit, they’re met but an eager reporter and photographer. The photographer snaps a picture of the two holding hands.  Misty glares at them, but O’Malley seems more confused than anything.

Misty: What the…Who the hell are you people?

The smiling reporter extends her hand for a handshake, though Misty does not accept.  She stands in front of the young woman, with her arms folded.

Reporter: I’m sorry, where are my manners?  My name is Samantha.  I’m a local reporter doing a story on Sin City Wrestling’s World Tour.

Misty chuckles as a cab pulls up in front of them and O’Malley takes their luggage.  Samantha eyes O’Malley with an approving grin.

Misty: Samantha, I’m sure you’re a nice girl and all, but if you think being a reporter and having manners are something that go together, you’re mistaken.  And if I were you, I would tell your photographer to not take any more pictures unless I give him permission.

Just because Misty said that, the photographer snaps another picture.  Misty glares at him, but Samantha turns to him and shakes her head, telling him to stop for now.  He shrugs and just minds his own business.

Samantha: I’m sorry about that.  I know the kind of reputation reporters tend to get, but I’m not like that.  Or I try not to be.

Samantha’s thick English accent shines through, and Misty just nods, trying to be understanding.

Misty: Forgive me for being a bit rude, but I’m a little surprised you’re even here.  I was trying to fly under the radar honestly, and I wasn’t expecting to walk into an unplanned photoshoot.  

Samantha lets out a laugh.

Samantha: Well, I’m pretty intuitive.  I got word that you’d be arriving today so I just had to be here.  Though I’m a little surprised you were trying to fly under the radar.  Wanting to hide that sexy Irishman of yours?

O’Malley is leaning against the cab and he grins.  He chooses to stay out of the conversation, however, and Misty just smiles at him.

Misty: I haven’t been hiding him since I’ve known him have I?  To be quite honest, the reason I was trying to lay low, was to avoid the chaos as long as possible.

Samantha: Is that even possible?  I mean, working for Sin City Wrestling after all.  Chaos tends to follow you guys around, right?

Misty nods slightly in response.  She runs her right hand through her hair and Samantha’s eyes widen as she spots the ring O’Malley gave to Misty.

Samantha: Oh…my…gosh!  Is that…is that what I think it is?!

Misty raises a curious eyebrow and she looks to O’Malley.  He points to his own finger as if telling her Samantha spotted the ring.  Misty looks to the Claddagh ring.

Misty: I don’t know.  What do you think it is, Samantha?

Samantha: He popped the question!  That was fast!  I mean, you two have only known each other—

Misty shakes her head and holds up her hand, silencing the eager young reporter immediately.  O’Malley is now chuckling as he continues to stay out of the conversation.

Misty: Does it look like this ring is on my left hand, Samantha?

Misty flashes her right hand again, showing off the ring again.

Misty: Right hand, Samantha.  And no, he did not pop the question.  It’s an Irish Claddagh ring, not an engagement ring.

Samantha: That’s sort of like a promise ring, right?  So, a promise that an engagement ring is in your future?

Samantha winks, then turns around and winks at O’Malley.  He just smiles politely and shakes his head with a laugh.  The photographer, meanwhile, snaps a picture of the ring on Misty’s finger and after he does this, Misty places her hand behind her back.

Misty: It doesn’t matter what it symbolizes, Samantha.  It was a gift and that’s all you need to know.  Now, are you done?  I’d really like to get to my hotel.

Samantha: This is so amazing!  Melody Grace gets married and you receive a promise ring all in the same week!  Love is in the air!

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but there is no love involved with Melody’s marriage to J2H.  

Samantha: Are you sure about that?  You’ve been known to act as if you know everything about everyone, and I don’t really think you know anything about you new bestie’s situation.  And are you saying that your situation has love involved?

Misty closes her eyes and takes in a deep, annoyed breath.  She opens her eyes again and stares directly at Samantha.

Misty: Look, Samantha, I know you’re looking to get as much information as you possibly can out of me, but I think we’re done here.

Samantha: You can’t leave!  Not yet!  I haven’t even had a chance to talk to you about your match yet.

Samantha frowns disappointedly and Misty just rolls her eyes.  She had a gut feeling there was more to Samantha than meets the eye.

Misty: What is there to talk about?  Melody and I are going to beat Veronica and Amanda, no problem.  Write a story about that.

Samantha laughs.

Samantha: I really admire your confidence, but forgive me if I don’t really think that will happen.  The Mean Girls have been on a roll the past few supercards.

Misty: You’re point?  They haven’t faced Melody or me in those Supercards.

Samantha shakes her head.

Samantha: No, but Delia did, and I don’t see the Bombshell Title in your possession right now.

Misty narrows her eyes, not pleased at all with Samantha bringing up her loss to Delia.

Misty: You’re right.  I lost to Delia.  But Veronica and Amanda are not Delia, now are they?

Samantha: But they are Mean Girls.

Misty: That means nothing to me, Samantha.  Just because they are in the same group as Delia, doesn’t mean they are as *gulps* good, as she is.  If they were, they would be the Bombshell Champion, not her.  

Samantha nods again.

Samantha: I can’t argue with you there, but it really is hard to consider you and Melody Grace at an advantage when the Mean Girls have quite the track record.

Misty: You’re right, they do, but that doesn’t matter to me.  If I’m honest, I don’t give a crap about winning this match.  I’m more focused on beating the crap out of those two dimwitted daisies.  Anyone can win a match, Samantha.  It’s how you win that makes it something to brag about.

Over by the cab, O’Malley clears his throat loudly.

O’Malley: I hate to interrupt you, love, but I think the driver is getting a bit impatient.  

Misty: I’ll be right there, O’Malley.

She turns her attention back to Samantha.

Misty: You heard the man, Samantha.  I’d love to stick around and chat, but we have things to do.  Good luck with any other superstars or Bombshells you come across, Samantha.  Some of them might not be as polite as I am.

Samantha: Thanks, but I’m sure I’ll manage just fine.

Misty shakes her head with an amused smile.  She sighs and then joins O’Malley.  He holds the door open for her, then slides into the backseat next to her.  A few moments later the car drives away.  Samantha and the photographer watch as it disappears away from the airport and Samantha has a devious smile on her face.

”Well, here I am again.  Another match against a Mean Girl, or girls as it is once again this time.  I have to admit, I am getting quite tired and bored of facing the Mean Girls.  Who wouldn’t get tired of facing a bunch of women who throw out the same *air quotes* insults every single day of every single week.  And, of course their heads are too full of air to even realize it.”

“When I think of the Mean Girls, I think of a self-help group of women who are so down on themselves, they just get together and degrade, insult and treat everyone else like crap instead of seeing beauty and positivity in everyone.  They need to prove to themselves that they are as beautiful and amazing as they say they are, when in reality, it makes THEM the ugly ones.  It’s really quite sad.”

“I won’t sit here and claim that I have never spoken badly about anyone before, because that would be a lie.  I’ve made my fair share of mistakes and treated people horribly, but I own up to those mistakes.  I’ve apologized over and over again, and I can admit when I’m wrong.”

“The Mean Girls can’t…and they probably never will.  And the most pathetic part about it?  They claim to be ‘so nice’ in treating people the way they do.  Sorry, ladies, but you’re so very very wrong.”

“Veronica, I’m going to speak directly to you right now.  I won’t waste much of my time focusing on you, because I’ve already proven a few times that I can beat you…that I’m better than you.  Not to mention, I think Melody Grace has it out for you more than I do, sweetie.  You might have gotten lucky beating her last time, but let me tell you, you lit a fire under her ass that I don’t think can be put out.”

“Veronica, I feel sorry for you.  I really do.  Your self-image has gotten so horrible and negative, that I really don’t see a way to salvage it at this point.  You of all people should understand the way you treat people is wrong, because you used to be a little…chunky, for lack of better word.  You were so down on yourself and couldn’t see the true physically beauty in yourself, so you had to do what so many other women do and adapt to the views of society…the views of The Mean Girls.”

“Let me ask you something, Veronica.  And I want you to think long and hard about this one.  You’re with Giani Di Luca now.  You went and turned into a home-wrecking slut, doing exactly what Delia did in fact.  My sister was happy with Giani, and I thought he was happy with her as well, but that is a conversation saved for another time.  My question to you is this…Do you think Giani would be with you right now had you not lost the weight?  Do you really believe he truly loves you?  Because he doesn’t…and he’ll do to you what he did to my sister.”

“You’ll find out soon enough and I’m sure you’ll be so heartbroken, you’ll do exactly what you degrade others for doing.  You’ll probably turn to the tubs of ice cream and gain back all the weight you’ve lost because you’ll be so heartbroken.  We’ve all been there, Veronica.  You’re just too stubborn to admit it.  Oh well…not my problem.  Don’t think I’m not gunning for you, though, Veronica.  You played a hand in hurting my sister and I plan to get vengeance for her.  Trust that.”

“But enough about the fat camp graduate, yeah?  I think it’s time to move on to her tickle fetish freak partner, Amanda Cortez.  The real one I’m gunning for in this match.  The one I really want to beat, because let’s face it, her over-confidence in believing she actually stands a chance in kicking my ass is laughable.”

“Amanda, I don’t know what planet you’re from, because you’re apparently not from Earth.  Ninety percent of the time, when you’re speaking to someone, I can’t even understand what it is you’re trying to say.  I’m sure you’re used to moments where people just nod and say ‘uh huh’ when you’re talking to them, but that’s not because they agree with you, sweetie.  It’s because they’re so bored of hearing you speak or they can’t figure out what you’re saying, so they play nice and go along with it.”

“Let me also break something to you, sweetie.  Everyone notices how many questions you answer from your ask account, but honey, don’t you realize that a lot of those questions are from creepy perverts who are sitting in their chairs with a big tissue supply as they get handy with themselves?  You consider yourself so tough and intimidating, yet you’re too stupid to realize what you’re doing by answering all those questions.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget you answers WAY too many questions, sweetheart.  Our timelines get flooded by all those disgusting questions you answer, and for what?  Enjoyment?  You seriously just need to stop, girly.”

“I’ve done the smart thing though, Amanda, by ignoring you as much as possible lately.  Every once in a while you’ll pop up and throw out another grade school level insult my way, but do you really think I’d let something like that bother me?  Do you really think I’m going to cry because you call me ‘ugly fat Misty’ on Twitter?  Do you realize how completely moronic you look when you try and insult me like that?  It’s pathetic.”

“And you say the same thing to everyone.  Your self-esteem must be just as non-existent as Veronica’s because you seem to live for putting other people down.  How can you expect anyone to take you seriously when you act the way you do?”

“I have to admit though, I am afraid to face you for one reason.  But, it’s not for the reason I am sure you are thinking.  No, I’m afraid to beat the crap out of you because to me, it’s going to be like I’m beating up a child.  That’s exactly what you and Veronica are.  Children trapped in full grown women’s bodies.”

“I’m going to enjoy beating you, Amanda.  I don’t expect that even AFTER it happens that you or Veronica will admit that Melody and I are better than you.  I have no doubt that you’ll come up with whatever excuse you can for the failure you’re going to experience on Sunday, but once all is said and done, I’m through with you ladies.  I’m not going to waste any more of my time trying to drill it into your heads, because it’ll only be like talking to a brick wall.”

“Amanda, the only way you and Veronica will win this match is if you do what people have come to expect you to do…cheat.  Or if one of your Mean Girls ‘sisters’ gets involved and tries to cost us the match.  If you were smart, which you’re not, you’d suggest they all stay out of this because it’ll only make you all look worse.  It will only make you look like the scared, weak little GIRLS you truly are.  I emphasize girls, because me?  I’m a woman, Amanda.”

“You ladies might enjoy parading around going by the name Mean Girls, but I would much rather be considered a woman than a girl.  Being a woman entitles us to a sense of maturity that none of you possess, and you clearly never will.”

“My almost seven year old daughter is more mature than you ladies will ever be, but I’ve already said that more times than I count on my fingers and toes.  Yet you Mean Girls have no problem being the repetitive robots that you are.”

“So Amanda…Veronica…it all comes down to Inception.  It all comes down to Sunday.  Melody and I are more than ready and able to defeat you and we’re going to do everything in our power to make sure that happens.  We’ve got the motivation, but we also have something you never will.”

“Support and encouragement from the fans.  There’s no better feeling in this business than to know the fans are cheering you on and want to see you win.  And Melody and I…we don’t plan to disappoint the fans.  We’re going to do what we do best…something you ladies don’t do very often.”

“Win.”

“And you two deserve the beating that will be handed to you with no remorse…no regrets.”

“See you at Inception, ladies.”

[Melody Grace]

 <p style="color:#B2A1ED">Howdy, it’s been a while... wait a minute I think I start all of these things like this, let’s try again.

Hello Melephants, It is I your Melody Grace the blondest bombshell to ever Grace Sin City Wrestling am I proud? Damn straight, do I love it? Damn honkey I do. Honkey is a word right? Because word seems to be giving me the stink eye with a red line underneath it, oh well. Well what can I say it’s been a busy few weeks for me. Let’s start at the start shall I? In my last match I was finally tagged up with my bestest buddy Despy and we took on Caleb and Veronica... what should have been the greatest night in my career it turned out to be a terrible nightmare. I lost the match for our team, well I shouldn’t say I lost even know I was technically pinned... I mean The Mean Girls did have to cheat to get a victory over me. I mean did you not see that Amanda beast put her hands on me and then Veronica pulled on my tights?

Okay, okay, okay I might be over reacting, but they still cheated Despy and I out of the greatest night of our lives. Will I forgive them for this? Let me just phone a friend on this real quick, hit it Beyonce, Michelle and Kelly.

No, no, no, nooooooooooooooo!

Will I let them get away with this? Will I let them continue to think that they are better than me? Sing to me Fred Durst!

“Go fuck yourself”  

What am I going to do to fix this? Let them have it Game

“Out on the streets they call it mur they call it mur-mur-murder”

Okay fine I admit that I’m not really going to murder them but the fact is I’m going to squash this crap they keep talking about how they are better than me, how they can beat me and that how they rule the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roster, why? Because it’s soooooooooo God damn booooooring how they keep talking rubbish. Like seriously do they ever stop to think about what flies out of their mouths before they say it? I guess not, because if they did we wouldn’t have to listen to same damn broken record week in week out.

“I’m the best” “I’m beautiful” “I’m the reason why everyone watches SCW” “I made the SCW a global success”

Shhhhhhhhhhh

Just stop talking Veronica and Amanda...

Shhhhhhhhh

You wouldn’t want to wake the population of people who give a rat’s ass about you.  

Never mind I took a quick poll around the room and no one put their hands up to liking you, sorry not sorry.

But enough about them for now, I’m more than sure that you’ll hear about them later in my promo. So let me catch you up on something, on New Years’ eve Drake took me into the bright light jungle known as Vegas to see Bruno Mars where we danced and sang the night away... I might have accidently on purpose elbowed Trishelle Jordan in the face but hey what can I say?

These things happen when the funky chicken comes out to play.

It’s what happened next that you have no doubt been caught up with. I woke up in bed next to the annoyingly cute James Huntington Hawkes the third. Not only did I wake up next to him but I found out that we have matching gold rings, I’m not sure why they’re on our wedding fingers I mean it’s not like we got married or anything... oh wait yes we did.

I’m Melody Grace Huntington Hawkes number one!!!!!!!!

How does that even happen? I’m twenty for crying out loud, plus I don’t believe in marriage for me? How the bleep does a girl like me end up with a spoilt brat like him? Like what have I ever done wrong in my life to be given him, him of all people? Him with all of his tattoos and muscles and slightly attractive facial hair, HIM! This must be some sort of prank, like hello Ashton Kutcher you can come out from underneath the bed now and surprise us all.

Seriously.

I shouldn’t be too hard on James I mean even though this was his idea I’m sure of it, I mean I could have ended up with someone worse like Steve Ramone or Bruce Evans, Sorry Kim baby but what were you thinking when you married that piece of jack ass?

So now I sit here typing this thinking about what is going to come next in my life, divorce no doubt, which for some reason makes me sad. Twenty and divorced, you couldn’t even write about it... plus not to mention that I now have this JAHH tattoo on my finger to permanently remind me of him. Like how did that even happen? I don’t even like needles... all I can say is kids don’t drink until your twenty one and responsible. Don’t follow my example when it comes to this, considering I pride myself on being someone that kids can look up to I sure did my image a massive flaw in this little mess.

But like they all say everything happens for a reason, what reason is this for? Only the Lord knows and when he finds time I’m sure he will let James and I know.

As for right now I think I’m going to enjoy my time being a married woman, I mean how different can it be from being a none married woman? I will be no different than before I mean I wasn’t dating then so I won’t be dating now. I wasn’t in any sort of casual fling before so why worry about that changing now?

The only thing that’s different about me is this tattoo and ring on my finger, it’s not like I have an emotional attachment to James at all. I mean it’s not like I love him or anything.

Alright it’s time to get this one started it’s time to get you on the yellow brick road of Melody Grace as I take you on my journey to Incision...

I mean.... Inception, yeah that’s it... now hit it.

***

Thursday January 1st 2015.
Paradise, what paradise?

Continues on from James’ round one promotional video; Melody could hear the three male voices on the outside of the door. She could hear how Ringo and Giani thought that this was hilarious and how James was blowing his top at all of it. He truly did hate her, well that’s how she was taking it as she listened to his words fly out of his mouth. They were muffled but a part of her knew exactly what he would be saying, she couldn’t exactly hear clearly so it all could have been her just jumping to conclusions. She could hear a set of footsteps head towards the door, the very door that she was closely standing behind. Looking to the left and to the right of her Melody looked for a way out of the situation but it was too late the door swung open and slammed in a matter of seconds. Feeling the mood in the room shift from confusion to anger Melody swallowed deeply as she looked across the room at her husband.

Melody: James.

James was standing with his back to her, his right hand was on the back of his neck as he rubbed the stress ball that had started to form under his skin. He couldn’t believe his luck. He didn’t say anything at first he just breathed in and out, the air rushing out of his nostrils making a familiar pissed off sound. Without even turning around he finally replied, while Melody looked at him her hazel eyes were watery as the situation sunk in deeper and deeper as every second passed.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> WHAT?

His voice spat out like venom from a cobra as he spun around on the balls of his feet to face her. The look on his face said it all he was pissed, before in bed he was confused and shocked now he was just angry, violently angry. The flare of his nostrils the coldness in his eyes stung at her for some reason she just knew it wasn’t going to be a fun day for either of them.

Melody: Never mind.

Running her right hand through her blonde hair she tussled it to the side, while her left hand held onto the white bed sheet that was wrapped around her body. She wasn’t naked but she didn’t feel like showing off her bra and panties to her not so loving husband either. Looking down at the floor Melody looked at her white dress that she was wearing just hours before it was trashed completely trashed. The zipper had been busted off its tracks while it was slightly stained from a pink drink that no doubt aided this mess that she was now in.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Spit it out Melody.

Taking a step up towards her James was casing her, trying to get a read on what she was about to say or do. He didn’t trust her, after all he was rich and this just looked too much like a grab for his wallet than anything else. Melody shifted her eyes from her dress on the floor up to James’ eyes she could feel the burning from his glare on her skin, like a flame burning a wick on a candle he was engulfing her with his dominant presence.

Melody: I, I don’t feel so good.

Taking a step back out of the danger zone Melody’s knees hit the side of the bed as she sat back down. Her right hand came over her stomach holding it there. She was sick; she hadn’t drunk since Odette’s bridal shower in fact Melody rarely drank anything other than water. Her body was hurting from top to tail, while her head was pounding. Her left hand was killing her as she brought it up in front of her face to look down at the gold ring that was around her ring finger shining at her almost teasing her.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Join the fucking club.

James didn’t know what to do with his hands, one minute they were bunched up as little fists the next minute they were rubbing the back of his neck trying to remove the stress that had built up. The following moment he was running them through his hair, scuffing it up as he tried to think straight. He was desperately trying to piece together the events that happened last night he wanted to know what the hell had gone on and why he was now in the same room as Melody Grace as her husband by law.

Melody: Why are you mad at me?

Her eyes stayed locked on her wedding ring as she didn’t move, she couldn’t move the very thought of moving was enough to make the pit of her stomach cry out like a whale. She was trying not to be sick; she was trying not to show any signs of physical weakness to the alpha in the room. He couldn’t see her like this as a pathetic little girl who couldn’t handle her booze that would just be the icing on the cake for him today.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> In case you haven’t realised we’re apparently married Melody.

She had noticed and she did know, she kinda remembered it all. At least she wasn’t that hammered to shut it all out. Melody shook her head from side to side only she would remember a night like that only she would remember the moment where she agreed to do this. She wasn’t surprised that he didn’t remember any part of it she was just gutted that he didn’t.

Melody: I thought that’s what you wanted last night?

Looking back at him her words trailed out of her mouth almost like a whisper, she was trying to convince herself that he wanted her that he wanted this. The look on his face said it all as he screwed his nose up, his eyebrows coming together almost tagging into his anger.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> When the fuck have I ever wanted to be in the same room as you let alone married to you?

He was right, Melody knew it too. When had he ever wanted to spend time with her? Never... why did she think that one drunken night would change anything? Looking down at her feet as they hung off the side of the bed she sighed. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face making a curtain between his vision and hers finally she could let a single tear escape her eye as she dealt with all of her emotions.

Melody: I’m sorry.  

She felt the air around her face move as his arms flew up in the air; James started to walk back and forth pacing like a caged animal about to attack the next moving object. She could hear him say the word sorry over and over again as he went back and forth like he was winding himself up for something, like he was intentionally feeding the dragon.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Sorry doesn’t fix this, Melody I don’t want your stupid apology.

Quickly wiping the tear away from her cheek she looked up at him, his eyes rolling as he just witnessed what she was trying to hide from him. Of course he wouldn’t care, he didn’t care about anyone only himself she was a fool to think that he would take this any other way then the way he was taking it now. James had to be in control of everything if he wasn’t he complained and stamped his feet until he got his way. This was something he couldn’t control but he was going to make sure he stamped his feet hard enough so that everyone knew that it wasn’t real and that it didn’t happen.

Melody: I understand.

He stopped pacing back and forth and looked down at her harder, his eyes burning holes into her chest as they narrowed. Was she kidding him? Was she just trying to rile him up? Melody looked up at him; unsure on what to do or say she just sat there frozen unable to make a clear decision on whether to run away or stay and fight. Her light hand came into her chest closer as she pressed the bed sheet against her skin trying to get warm, trying to feel something other than hatred.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Do you understand Melody? Like truly? If this is real, we’re about to hit a shit storm of press, cop a shit tonne of flack from the media, not to mention when we get divorced this is going to look like crazy Brittany Spears episode.

She could just imagine Ringo and Giani standing on the other side of the door laughing at this; in fact she was pretty sure she could hear them. Closing her eyes she didn’t know what to say other than that she was sorry, she thought it would be different. She thought the whole getting married feeling was meant to be great, this is why she said she would never get married because she knew this wasn’t how she wanted to feel. He was making her feel like crap. Like six tonne of crap had just been dumped on her shoulders and now she was meant to be strong enough to lift them up and keep smiling? How do people do this, how to people go through this?

Melody: I... I...

Melody didn’t know what to say to be honest she didn’t even think about the press or what others might say until now. Now that’s the only thing she could think about. Oh God what about her parents? What about her friends? What about her fans? Collectively in one single night she had thrown everything away on him. James Huntington Hawkes, the guy that was staring at her right now like she had just killed his pet kitten or stepped on his fresh white sneakers. The guy that was making her feel the size of an ant in this gigantic mess up. Why would he take responsibility for this? I mean nothing is ever his fault, so why would he own up to that fact now?  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> You, you what? Thought that you could just wake up in my bed after a night in Vegas where we were clearly too drunk to be in any state of mind to make any functional decisions... what did you think that if we got married that I would just wake up and fall in love with you?

The L word flew out of his mouth and Melody almost fell off the bed. Fixing herself back up making sure the bed sheet had her fully covered she went to speak but nothing came out. Fall in love with her? Why did he make it seem like it was an impossible task? Why was he making it out to be a game that she was playing? Shaking her head from side to side Melody tried to remember all of the night before, trying to remember what he said to her to talk her into this. She was coming up blank, maybe he was right maybe this was her idea? Maybe she just wanted his God damn approval, that she would go this low to get it? She couldn’t understand it; she didn’t want to understand it.

Melody: No, I... I just.

Her words were tumbling into one another as she tried to reply to him, Melody didn’t really know what to say anyways but she was giving it a red hot go. Looking up into his amber brown eyes Melody tried to get him to see that she wasn’t lying to him like he was accusing her of.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> You just what, tell me what on earth were you thinking?

He took a step closer to her his voice strong as he looked down his nose at her like she was nothing to him. Looking back at him Melody shot up from her spot on the bed and took a step up towards him enough was enough and she was going to fight back. Stepping into his comfort zone Melody’s presence was enough to hold his attention as she finally bit back with her words.

Melody: Stop yelling at me, you said all those nice things last night made me feel like a princess and now you’re making this out like it’s my entire fault? It takes two to tango James... you’re just as much to blame as what I am.

Her right index finger came up and her manicured nail pierced into the flesh on his chest, right in his cross tattoo in the middle of his muscles. That was out on display as his robe was only loosely tied around him. James’ eyes dropped down to look at Melody’s finger and his left hand came up swiftly afterwards pushing it away, not hard or anything but it wasn’t exactly a sweet embrace. His eyesight returned to Melody’s face as he took a step forward, like instantly feeling threatened by the beta in the room.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> how did you do it?

He was back on the let’s play tricky mind games again, sighing out loud Melody threw her hands up in the air and shrugged she really had no idea what he was going on about now. This morning had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs and she knew that it was only going to get worse the more they spoke. The bed sheet from around her body started to slide down as Melody had forgotten that it was the only thing keeping her body from his eyes, quickly snapping her hands back down she held onto it for dear life while James just eyed her up and down.

Melody: Do what?

Her hazel eyes were now clear as she looked directly at him. They were now standing basically toe to toe in the middle of the room and it was the first time that she had notice they were the same height. How was she made to feel this little by someone who was the same bloody height as her? A laugh almost left her lips but she caught it as she bit down on her tongue.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Don’t play dumb with me, how did you talk me into this stupid mess?

James was blaming her again, why would he take any blame in this? No doubt Giani and Ringo were getting a great kick out of this as they listened in from the outside. Melody just exhaled deeply as she let all her negative vibes out of her she made sure she kept eye contact as she spoke back. Her Californian accent was direct in his face and harsh, something that was new to his ears.

Melody: I didn’t talk you into anything you wanted to do it.

She was fighting back, even though she wasn’t screaming at him or calling him names she was still not giving him the answers that he wanted and it was driving him bat shit crazy. Adjusting his white robe that was around his body James looked at her sizing her up as if to try and get her to back down. Melody wasn’t going to take the blame for this; she just wasn’t going to let him walk out of this as if he had done nothing wrong.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> That’s bullshit Melody, I’ve been drunk off my ass in Vegas plenty of times and I have never ever thought about getting hitched. What’s your game plan, money, fame? What do you want from me?

Melody knew that those allegations were coming; she knew too well that he would bring that up but even though she knew it was coming that didn’t dull any of the stings that it pierced into her chest. Of course she would just marry him for his money and his fame wouldn’t she? It would have nothing to do with the fact that she just wanted to be his friend. No of course not she was money hungry she was a gold digger of course he would play those drums to everyone and make them believe it. Stepping up closer to him, now her chest was against his it felt so heated, so driven but this was far from a sexy encounter, this was the complete opposite to a passionate moment.

Melody: Right now I need you to shut the f...

Her teeth were gritted as she spoke to him, her eyes on fire as they looked into his. How dare he think that she was a gold digger how dare he think that she was just using him for his money; Congratulations James you found Melody’s tempter button and you were hitting it faster and harder than you have ever hit anything in your life. Brushing her blonde hair out of her face she tucked it behind her ear, her white teeth stayed gritted as she refused to let him think this of her. Melody was angry extremely angry and James could sense it.  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> You heard me what do you want from me?

The thought of bringing her right hand up to punch him square in the face came to mind but she held herself back and stepped away from him. Shaking her head from side to side she couldn’t believe this. She kept trying to think back to the early hours of the morning where she swears they were laughing and giggling about all of this. She swears she remembers James carrying her through their hotel door before bringing her into the bedroom to unwrap his prize.

Melody: To be away from you.

Her words just tumbled from her mouth but as she spoke her mind was playing tricks on her. “Unwrap his prize”, oh no! As Melody’s mind replays scenes from this morning in her head her mouth flew open and her right hand snapped up and covered it. She couldn’t breathe. He had seen her, all of her, she was convinced of it. Had they? She couldn’t remember. She felt different her body was sore but that could have just been from the alcohol that she shouldn’t have consumed, maybe she was just tried? Looking back at him she shook her head from side to side saying no, no, no over and over in her mind. How could she be so stupid? James stood back and looked on as Melody was gasping for air, as she tried to reclaim her sanity she stumbled away from him she had to get out of his bubble she had to get away from the force that surrounded him. He was making her intoxicated and not in a good way.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Well leave I’m not keeping you here.

Melody’s eyes traced around the room as he spoke his words just sounded like a muffle in the background of what was happening in her mind. Her eyes stumbled across the desk in the corner of the room that had stuffed knocked off of it, while his shirt lay on top of it. The more she looked around the room the more she found pieces of his suit. Maybe he just carried her in here and they slipped into their underwear and went to bed? Yeah that’s what happened. Nothing happened, you didn’t touch him he didn’t touch you. Nothing happened, nothing happened, nothing happened. Melody was trying to convince herself but she didn’t know, maybe he knew but he just wasn’t saying anything? Her hazel eyes continued around the room until they were fixated on her dress that lay beside the side of the bed damaged. Blinking rapidly she held back tears as James just watched on not sure what was happening inside her mind but in the same light he didn’t care.

Melody: I can’t leave... I don’t have a change of clothes and my dress is ripped.

Finally words came from her dry lips, licking them she tried to get some moisture back into them. Dropping to her knees she sat down on the floor her hands reaching out as she grabbed at her dress, it was one of her favourites. Holding it up in front of her eyes she looked at the damage and frowned. Taking a quick look over her body she wasn’t injured so he in no way hurt her, maybe just the excitement of it all was enough to cause the zipper to bust. Maybe they both just had eager beaver hands this morning? Melody looked up at James from the floor as she sat back down on her feet, her poor feet that were arching from toes to heel. If this was what getting hit like a bus felt like she didn’t want any part of that expression. James just doubled around her and looked at her dress and rolled his eyes.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> How convenient, just put it on and be on your way.

He didn’t care, he truly did not care. Melody look of distress turned into one of shock and horror she couldn’t believe her ears. She couldn’t believe that he was even suggest that to her. What was she to him? Someone he could pick up at a night club, marry, bring home and then toss out the following morning? She was just like every other ones of his one night stands, but she wasn’t even sure that they got the goodies on. Her eyes narrowed at him as she spoke to him, firmly.  

Melody: I don’t want to be laughed at more than I already am over this, can’t you see that?

A few moments ticked past and James finally let out a sigh, he didn’t think of it like that. He was too busy protecting his own image to even think about the image of the girl who was sitting on the floor in front of him in tatters. He wasn’t going to start feeling bad for her but she was right what kind of husband would kick his wife out into the world outside wearing a busted dress while doing the walk of shame? Not many and he wasn’t going to start a trend. He didn’t like her but that didn’t mean that he was going to subjectify her to possible slander that would no doubt follow if the cameras picked up on her walking out of his room in the same dress as the night before. As far as the world knew they were married and that this was real. In the eyes of the world they were in love and you don’t send the ones you love to the slaughter house.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Well what do you suggest?

Taking a few steps closer to her his voice was calmer as if he had thought about what she had just said and was actually taking it seriously. Melody already had a plan thought out there was just one thing stopping her. Looking up at him with painful regret in her eyes, James already he knew that he wasn’t going to like her suggestion.

Melody: I’ll sort it; I just need to borrow your phone to make a call I can’t find mine.

A sigh was all that escaped his lips followed by a roll of his eyes, he was very dramatic today. Walking away from Melody, James collected his phone from the night stand beside the bed and swiped his thumb across screen seeing it was lit up with hundreds of twitter updates, messages, phone calls he swallowed hard, news had gotten out he was sure of it. Clearing them all from the screen so she couldn’t see them James walked his phone over towards her. Holding his hand out he watched as she took it in her right hand and went straight into the phone app. Her fingers danced across the keypad as she quickly typed in a number and held the phone up to her ear.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> and the baggage continues.

James left the room and slammed the door behind him; he couldn’t work out what to do or where to go to get away from all of this. As he entered the main living room Melody could hear Giani and Ringo talking again as if all three of them were debriefing or something. Finally the person she needed to speak too picked up on the other end of the phone and Melody was quick to lay out her idea. After a few minutes the plan was in motion and just as she hung up the phone James had walked back into the room. He had an open bottle of water in one hand for himself and a fresh bottle of water in the other that he held out for Melody to take. Taking it quickly Melody handed back his phone as she just put on a smile and said thank you.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Look Melody, I’ve never apologised for anything in my life so I’m not going to start now. This is just a lot of stuff to be taking in. Let’s just get showered and wait for your clothes to come up and we will leave the hotel together. I don’t want you to have to face anything that the press will have waiting for you once we get down stairs.

James walked around her and sat on the edge of the bed, while Melody turned around and looked up at him. Opening her bottle of cold water she brought it up to her lips and sucked down the refreshing coldness of the contents. Bringing it away from her she looked at him and smirked.  

Melody: You mean you don’t want me to say anything stupid to make you look bad?

She was right but he wasn’t going to admit it clearly Giani and Ringo must have said something to him while she was on the phone because his attitude had changed completely. He rested the cold bottle of water on his leg as he looked down at her his right eyebrow raised at her as if to play it cool that he didn’t know what she was implying to him.  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Don’t come at me like that. Let’s just get something for you to wear, we can freshen up get out of here go get your things, grab some breakfast and head to the airport... your flying out to California today right?

Eeeep she had forgotten that she was due to fly home today before the tour. Melody placed her head in her free hand and shook it from side to side how could she forget. Wait a minute how could he remember that? Looking up at him she gave him a look that screamed surprise. A small smile crossed her face that she hides with the bottle of water that she now had pressed up against her head to cool down.

Melody: Yeah wait how do you remember that?

He looked at her stunned at first but cleared his throat and fobbed it off as he brought his drink up to his lips sucking a mouthful back he rolled his head around on his neck trying to release the tension that was still building up behind there.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Remember what? Anyways we will sort all of this out later.

Putting the cap back on his drink James flopped back down to the bed looking up to the ceiling while Melody stayed on the floor.

Melody: alright...

She too laid out letting the cold air con cool her body as she waited to here a knock on the front door. She just wanted her clothes to arrive so she could get the hell out of here. Letting out a sigh she looked up to his legs that were dangling off the bed and shook her head, she couldn’t believe her luck.  

***

Sunday January 4th 2015.
Prepare for Turbulence.

A few days had passed for our young umm lovers? No... Wait... our young married couple where they were each able to give each other the air that they needed to breathe. Peace and quiet, still and calm you know all that nice stuff? Well that was until now. Both Melody Grace and James Huntington Hawkes sat in the back row in the first class section of a plane. Both not saying anything to each other both just looking around trying not to make direct eye contact with one another, you know being casual twenty year olds that were both as suborn as each other. James was dressed in light blue jeans that were carefully ripped in all the right places, while a black belt surrounded his waist. His shirt of choice was just a plain white Tom Ford t-shirt although it was plain it still screamed of high quality, around his neck was a long gold chain that sat midway down his chest. His shoes were white sneakers the brand named of course Adidas if you wanted details. In his hands was a drink already and a set of Beats by Dre headphones he just knew they would come in handy later when Melody finally decided to be chatty. Speaking of Melody she looked as if she was dressed for the beach rather than the freezing cool London that she was heading to. She had a pair of short light Levis denim pants on, while she had a plain white shirt on that was covered with a half buttoned up red plaid shirt. Her feet were covered in a pair of white ankle socks with a pair of chunky black shoes. She wasn’t dressed up; after all she wanted to be comfortable for the next nine hours and forty five minutes of her life. The air hostess had already made her rounds and Melody had grabbed a blanket that she had ready and waiting to be draped over her body for when she was going to go to sleep. As the plane filled up the cabin crew ran around making their rounds checking on everything, it was then when their eyes finally yet accidently fell into each others’. James attempted to look away but Melody had already parted her glossed lips.    

Melody: I can’t believe I got upgraded to first class.

Her voice was soft and sweet, like normal as she spoke in just above a whisper. He could hear the excitement in her voice but she was doing a damn good job at hiding it with her actions. Maybe she was trying to be more mature or something, or maybe he was just cutting her some slack since the last time they saw each other they were ripping each other apart verbally. James turned back to Melody and cracked a smirk as his right eyebrow raised as if to question her.  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> You’ve never flown first class before?

He almost seems shocked, but then the screwed up nose gave it away he was amused by the fact that she hadn’t shared the same life luxuries that he had. Melody just looked up at him, her smile bright and wide as she shook her head from side to side. Looking past him for a moment Melody looked out the window to see the beautiful back drop that they had called home and smiled she was going to miss this place but it was part of her job to travel. Looking back to James before her mind started to wonder off on its own again she just looked at him grinning.  

Melody: Never ever, I’m so excited.

James could tell that she was. But Melody once again kept her voice calm. He was waiting for her to bust out of her seat and run around the plane as if she had just scored a goal in football or something but she just sat there with her hands in her lap acting like a good little girl who would never do anything wrong in her life. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something in the back of his mind that made him think this was all for show.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Good for you.

He faked an excited look for her before turning away to look around the first class cabin. Sitting in front of them was Giani and his Mean Girl squeeze Veronica Taylor. Melody was trying to block out the noise her voice made as she spoke to Giani it was like they were the only two on the plane and she was doing everything in her power to make sure she was noticed. In the centre row of the plane in the same row as James and Melody there was Simpson who somehow had managed to jag two seats to himself and he didn’t plan on sharing them as he was already stretched out asleep. On the far side of the plane in the same row as well was Ringo, his company for the flight was none other than Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s personal assistant. He didn’t look pleased in fact he looked as if he was going to kill someone as she wouldn’t shut up and stop talking to him. Melody felt bad for her as she overheard Ringo telling her to “shut the fuck up.” James had heard it too and he was laughing his ass off as he reached forward and tapped Giani on the shoulder capturing his attention.  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Hey Giani look at who Ringo has to put up with on the flight.

Giani and James both looked over to Ringo and laughed while Ringo politely flipped them the bird. Melody didn’t know what to say as Giani and James made some more jokes about Ringo and the dwarf.

Giani: Ha-ha poor fucker.

Giani and James couldn’t stop laughing, but finally the big Jersey Shore meat head turned around in his chair to face Veronica as she was telling him a story about last time she was in London and that she couldn’t wait to be there with him. Melody closed her eyes it was going to be a long flight indeed and she needed to escape already. Inhaling and exhaling peacefully she attempted to fall asleep while James slipped his headphone over his ears and they both waited for takeoff without even exchanging another look or another word.  

One Hour later!

She couldn’t take it anymore, she was going to snap. Melody was going to rip her hair out if she had to listen to Veronica talk one more time. Her nails dug into the arm rests of her chair as she looked forward, her teeth grinding as she tried to block her out but how could she? Veronica was basically running her name into the ground, laughing about how she was married to James and that James didn’t even love her or want her. James must have heard her two as his headphone were off his head while his chin rested in his hand while his forehead was pressed against the window of the plane trying to escape the noise. Giani on the other hand couldn’t get a word in as she just kept chatting and chatting and chatting. Finally Melody reached the end of her fuse as she lifted her right leg up and was about to nail it into the back of the Mean Girl’s chair to shut her up, that was until she heard him whisper in her ear.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> What are you doing?

Turning to look at him Melody dropped her right leg back down to the floor and just smiled nervously. She had been caught out but she didn’t care for a moment in time she couldn’t hear Veronica she could only focus on James as he smirked at her. He knew exactly what she was planning to do he just wanted to hear it from her.

Melody: I was just going to, never mind.

Melody turned away from James and let a girlish giggle escape her lips, how childish of her. Hoping that he would just drop the whole situation Melody started to look around the cabin looking for a distraction but his voice sounded in her ear once more.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Just going to do what?

Turning back to face him Melody swept a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, while looking at him and then towards the ground coyly. She couldn’t believe she was about to admit to this, but he had caught her red handed.

Melody: Kick the back of her chair and tell her to shut the fire truck up?

Biting down on her bottom lip she sucked it into her mouth trying to stop her laugher from building up and escaping her lips. James just shook his head at her, but he didn’t look angry or upset he just looked amused by it all.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Real mature Melody.

She thought so too as she rolled her eyes at him he caught it and he returned the favour. Both of them had weird looks on their face as they both tried to hide a smile.

Melody: Well you sit behind someone who is dragging your name through the mud and see how you like it?

Ah she finally caved and told him why she was going to kick Veronica’s chair in not that he needed a reason he could hear what she was saying about Melody but he wasn’t going to defend her but he wasn’t going to start a fight between Giani and himself either. James’ was taking the high road and ignore her and that silently was eating Melody alive, she so wished that he would just tell them to shut up. I mean they were talking about him as well but I guess they were only speaking the truth on his behalf.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Just ignore her Mel. It’s not worth getting into a brawl in the middle of the sky over is it?

He was right but she wasn’t going to say that, Melody just huffed once again and folded her arms across her chest and nestled back down into her chair.

Melody: Fiiiine.

Blowing a strand of hair out of her face that fell there from her over dramatic slouch back into her chair she watched James out of the corner of her eye and smiled as he just shook his head from side to side and returned back to looking out the window. Looking down at her watch Melody signed only eight hours and twenty two minutes to go. This flight was taking forever and the fact that she didn’t have anyone to talk to was making it drag out even longer. Turning back over to look at James she went to say something but she stopped, he looked like he was at peace just glaring out the window she didn’t want to disrupt him. Popping her chair back into a full recline Melody grabbed onto her blanket and pulled it up over her head, she couldn’t sleep with any lights on this was another reason why she hated flying. While Melody was wiggling around trying to get comfortable under her blanket James had turned back to look down at her and then down at the wedding band that was on his ring finger before swearing under his breath to look back out the window.

Four hours later!

She was bored like really bored and wide awake on the plane that was filled with sleeping bodies. Turning to her left she looked at him as he slept and shook her head; he was a dream boat even when he was sleeping. Sighing loudly Melody tried to look out the window from her the spot on her chair but she couldn’t quiet reach it. Her eyes fell back down on James and she shrugged her shoulders. If she didn’t touch him he wouldn’t know anything she thought as she leant across his chair, making sure her body didn’t make any contact with his as she leant towards the window. She didn’t think that she had touched him or bumped him or disturbed him in way shape or form as his body stayed completely still under her. Reaching up her hands grabbed onto the window frame as she looked outside. Once she got there she didn’t know why she had bothered it was just black night sky nothing exciting. Backing away from the window she moved ever so slowly trying to get back to her spot without him noticing or waking up but the sound of a cough leaving his lips startled her. Melody’s hands slipped from the side of the plane and landed in James’ lap she closed her eyes and prayed that he was in the middle of a great dream and that this didn’t wake him but she was wrong so very wrong. She felt his body move underneath her hands as he sat up.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> What are you doing now?

His face was just inches away from hers as he whispered gruffly towards her, he didn’t seem angry he just seemed confused as to why her hands were still on him and why she was basically in his seat. Melody didn’t know what to say or do at first she was just frozen stiff looking down at him like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Licking her lips she let out an eeeep before she spoke quietly.

Melody: I just wanted to look out the window.

Her hands were still on his body, she hadn’t moved them and now James’ eyes were on them. Looking at her hands and then back up to her face his right eyebrow raised. As his eyes went from looking directly into hers down to her glossed lips, Melody’s actions mirrored his as they faces were just inches apart all it would take is one innocent bump from a passerby and they would be forced to make contact.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Well you’re basically in my chair.

Snapping her hands back she placed them up innocently as if to say it’s not what it looks like but James didn’t say a word to begin with as Melody realised how close they were she pulled back confused and unaware of what position she had just gotten them into. Her eyes arched up like puppy dogs eyes as she slumped back into her chair shaking her head from side to side. What was going on with her? She had never had the urge to kiss anyone like that before in her life and there she was picturing it, wanting to feel it and it was with him. HIM of all people!!! Sure he was her husband but they had no connection other than a drunken night that ended with Elvis. Closing her eyes she didn’t want to look at him she just wanted to disappear into the chair but she couldn’t leave it like this she had to make it clear that she didn’t mean it.

Melody: I’m Sorry.

Was all she could say in just above a whisper James didn’t say a think he just backed into his chair and rolled over to face the wall completely ignoring her. Melody gritted her teeth inside her closed lips and screamed into her hands but no one could hear a thing as she silently cussed herself out. What was she doing? What was happening to her? Sighing she looked across the plane to see Ringo hunched up in a ball even though he had a whole first class seat to himself he was trying to stay away from Hot Stuff’s assistant that was still wide awake beside him and just like that a light bulb went off inside her mind.  

Thirty Minutes later!

She had to wait for James to be back asleep before she got up and made her move towards his tag team partner James Nathaniel Ringo. Upon her approach he sensed that someone was coming towards him so he looked towards her, his eyes rolling instantly.

Melody: Excuse me Mr Ringo Sir.

He wasn’t happy his flight so far had been shit and now he was going to have to deal with her? Melody bent down so she could whisper to Ringo she didn’t want to wake up the rest of the plane.

Ringo: What?

He was tried and cranky and well he just didn’t like her. Ringo looked at Melody and waited for her to speak as she looked at him with a big goofy grin on her face.

Melody: Want to swap seats?

Before he could answer Ringo had jumped up in his spot, oh boy did he ever want to trade seats. As he started to gather his things together he pushed past Melody before turning back to look at her.

Ringo: Wait you’re sitting next to your husband why would you want to trade?

Good question Ringo, as Melody went to open her mouth to answer Ringo had already carried a load of his stuff to her spot and was now coming back to collect his over head luggage.

Melody: I think it’s best we have space; you know I don’t want to annoy him.

He looked at her blankly before screwing his nose up.

Ringo: I didn’t really want an answer, but okay whatever.

Before he could take off at a million miles to get away from the little person Melody reached out and tapped him on his shoulder stealing his attention from his freedom for a second.

Melody: Could you just please get my bag down from the top, I don’t trust myself to get it out of there without making a hell of a noise and waking everyone up.

With a big bright smile she waited for Ringo’s reply but he didn’t say anything he just groaned and headed over to grab her suit case out of the over head compartment. On his return he basically threw her bag into her hands forcing her to catch it.

Melody: Thank you.

Fobbing her off he took off towards his new seat beside J2H so he could finally get some sleep, while on the other hand Melody placed her bag above her head and into the storage hold before making her way to find a flight attendant so she could inform them of the chair swap for safety reasons.

One hour later

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Where the fuck is Melody?

James’ voice was harsh as he spoke to Ringo who looked to be in a better mood since he swapped seats with Melody. Ringo turned to look at J2H with a smirk on his face as the dazed James looked around the plane expecting to find his wife off making trouble.

Ringo: Relax, we swapped seats.

James looked at Ringo and he could see the amusement in his eyes, he couldn’t have that. He couldn’t have Ringo thinking that maybe he did care about the bubbly blonde. Let’s be honest tho he would only care about what she was doing, he needed to make sure she wasn’t ruining the family name by her crazy antics.  

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Right... thank God... wait why?

Looking over to the other side of the plane to where Ringo was first seated James’ eyes fell on Melody Grace who was finally asleep. Her body was covered in the blue blanket while her face was turned towards the window. As if on cue she rolled over, still asleep but the smiley look on her face said it all she was finally at peace.

Ringo: Something about not wanting to annoy you, who the fuck cares?

James turned away from Melody and looked back down at Ringo with a smirk on his face.

<FONT COLOR=81D8D0>J2H: </FONT> Not me that’s for sure.

After a stealing a quick look at Melody again James just groaned, she was even happy in her sleep? Shaking his head from side to side the spoilt rich kid just turned to face the window looking aimlessly out of it trying to collect himself.

Ten Minutes after Landing.

Everyone was still on the plane waiting to hear the announcement that they could collect their things and leave but it was taking longer than usual. James Huntington Hawkes had a pained look on his face as he was growing impatient he just wanted to be off this plane and head to his hotel so he could catch up with sleep that he had missed out on during the flight. After a few seconds the door of the plane popped open and in walked Co-Owner of Sin City Wrestling Mark Ward. Behind him was a security guard as the two entered the plane they looked around the first class cabin looking for someone. Finally Mark’s eyes landed on Melody Grace as she exited the lavatory her look was completely changed since boarding the flight. Mark made his way over towards Melody and smirked as he looked across the plane at James.  

Hot Stuff: Ready to go Mrs Huntington Hawkes? We’re going to be late.

Choosing to ignore his sly remark Melody grabbed her black Chanel bag and placed it over her shoulder. Looking up at her boss she smiled before replying.

Melody: I can’t control the wind speed Marky Mark.

Grabbing onto the handle of her bright yellow suitcase Melody was ready to go but Mark wasn’t moving just yet as he continued to look between James and Melody.

Hot Stuff: Don’t be wise with me.

Melody quickly ran her free hand through her now slightly curly hair and smiled as she took a step forward towards the front of the plane, looking for the exit.

Melody: Yeah, yeah!

She was now in plain view of her Husband but she didn’t look back to see him or wave him off Melody kept her eyes to the front of the plane. She was dressed up nicely as if she was about to head off to a business meeting. Starting from the bottom she wore a pair of pin point Christian Louboutin heels that gave her some extra height, while her already long and toned legs were covered by a pair of sheer black stockings. The stocking had a slight pattern on them on the front of a line but it disappeared under her short black felt skirt that screamed playfulness. Around her hips was a brown belt that tied together at the front like a small bow, another addition to her softer girly side. Her top was a long sleeved black and white striped shirt that was tucked into her skirt. It was tight, almost skin tight showing over her womanly curves. Around her neck was a black infinity scarf but underneath the scarf was a long gold chain with a cross pendant hanging off it. As she walked behind Mark Ward he quickly turned back to look at her.  

Hot Stuff: Alright you got everything?

Melody just smiled her bright white smile as she tossed her Chanel back up over her shoulder so that it was now sitting across her chest and down to the side of her. Her face was perfectly made up with a natural glow of make up while her hair was free flowing and slightly curled she had clearly been up to something in the last hours of the flight.

Melody: Yep!

She was ready to go like five minutes ago but for some reason Mark was dragging this out as he kept looking around the plane. Well he kept looking at James who was looking at both Melody and Mark confused as to what on earth they were up to.

Hot Stuff: Alright let’s go Mrs Huntington Hawkes.

With a cocky wink directed at James, Mark lead the way as the security guard watched him walk off the plane. Just before Melody exited the plane she looked back over her shoulder at James flashing him a slight smile before ducking her head down to focus on walking. The fact is this wasn’t in any way a normal for the air line company but when you have money anything can happen for the right price and right now Melody was late to a really important business meeting that Mark just knew he was going to make a killing off of so he didn’t care how many rules he had to bend, he just needed to get Melody off that flight, through customs and off to the land of money making.

***

Monday January 5th 2015.
A phone call transcript between a Mother and a Daughter,

Cheryl: So let me get this straight, you’re married to a boy that you weren’t even dating to begin with?

Melody: Yes mom, that’s correct.

Cheryl: Right and why did that happen again?

Melody: Because I’m an idiot.

Cheryl: Hey don’t be so hard on yourself.

Melody: I don’t understand aren’t you meant to be like angry at me right now not all peaceful and calm?

Cheryl: Oh baby, I could never be mad at you... a little concerned but never mad at you.

Melody: Thanks Mom.

Cheryl: So tell me what’s he like?

Melody: I work with him, you probably know him off TV... Its James Huntington Hawkes... or J2H whatever he goes by nowadays.

Cheryl: You married that spoilt brat?

Melody: Yep, I don’t do things by halves.

Cheryl: That is true, oh Melly I wish I could just hold you close and hug all of this out of you.

Melody: I really need you Mom, I’m worried what people will say when this all comes out to be one big lie.

Cheryl: Ignore them Mel.

Melody: That’s easier said than done Mom.

Cheryl: They will just be jealous that you landed a young hottie.

Melody: MOM!

Cheryl: What? I’m allowed to Google search my Son in law you know... you didn’t do too badly Melly, that smile would send fan girls screaming into passing out.

Melody: I really don’t think that will happen.

Cheryl: Just trying to cheer you up honey, at least you have something to look at during your stint as a married couple. So where is he now? I would like to talk to him.

Melody: That’s never going to happen. He is somewhere in London.

Cheryl: He’s not even staying with you?

Melody: He hates me Mom, like truly hates me.

Cheryl: He can’t hate you if he married you dear.

Melody: You should have seen his face when he woke up beside me; I’ve never felt so worthless in my whole entire life. I just wanted to cry Mom, there wasn’t a hint of joy what-so-ever it was just pure disgust and hate.

Cheryl: Then the boy is blind; you’re the worlds best catch Melody Grace don’t ever let any man make you feel any different. It’s his loss; he could have everything he wanted in life right now and if he chooses to let you go than screw him.

Melody: I guess.

Cheryl: Hey knock that doubt out of your tone; you fix that bottom lip up girl. You need to show him and the world that you’re fine with this. You need to be confident. I get that you two aren’t going to be together forever but trust me Melody right now you need to be the bigger person. You need to be the happy care free girl that you are...

Melody: He thinks that’s annoying.

Cheryl: Why should you care if he thinks that’s annoying? Screw him he’s not the King Melody, you can do whatever you want in front of him. Just be yourself.

Melody: So how is Dad taking all of this?

Cheryl: How do you think?

Melody: I’m never coming back home, I’m running away.

Cheryl: Don’t be stupid, we will support you no matter what I think he is more upset that you didn’t pick Roger and you went with some guy that has no life skills what-so-ever.

Melody: Ahhh so he’s not cranky at me for getting married and tainting the family name, he is cranky at me for not picking a farm boy?

Cheryl: Bingo baby bingo.

Melody: Men, why are they so confusing?

Cheryl: They really aren’t Melody... you just need to train them, find a weakness and tweak at it til it works in your favour.

Melody: Right!

Cheryl: So tell me what are you going to do when you see James again?

Melody: Be my delightful self?

Cheryl: That’s my girl. It’s the only way you’re going to come out of this unharmed Melody, if you stay positive nothing anyone says will bring you down.

Melody: Thanks Mom, sometimes I forget that.

Cheryl: We all do honey, that’s a part of life. Now tell me what big match have you got in store for us?

Melody: I’m tagging with my friend Misty and we are taking on Amanda and Veronica... you know the mean girls.

Cheryl: Oh those twats.

Melody: MOM!

Cheryl: Well they are. No one says anything mean about my beautiful daughter and gets away with it. Wait... did you say Misty, as in the Misty that kidnapped you?

Melody: Yeah, we are friends now.

Cheryl: I can’t keep up with all of the soap drama.

Melody: Yet you can watch the bold and the beautiful?

Cheryl: Whoa, whoa, whoa don’t go bad mouthing my favourite TV show of all time.

Melody: I think I found where I got my nuttiness from.

Cheryl: You better believe it; okay... well I’ll talk to you again soon okay?

Melody: I’ll call you every day while I’m on tour.

Cheryl: Make sure you stay with Odette; I like her and she looks after you.  

Melody: I will try Mom but she won’t be able to travel with us for long.

Cheryl: I know... how exciting, do we know if it’s a boy or girl yet?

Melody: It’s a big secret, Gabriel and Odette won’t tell anyone anything!

Cheryl: That’s what your Father and I did with you.

Melody: Lame I would be telling everyone like as soon as I knew.

Cheryl: Interesting so should your Father and I worry about potential grandchildren?

Melody: That’s not even remotely funny.

Cheryl: What a Mother can dream can’t she?

Melody: He can barely look at me, let alone touch me Mom.

Cheryl: What a silly boy, are you sure he is human?

Melody: Very sure.

Cheryl: Don’t stress over it honey, maybe he just needs some time to adjust.

Melody: I don’t want to be married Mom.

Cheryl: I know sweetie.

Melody: Yet the more I say that the more divorce scares the Jesus out of me.

Cheryl: Why?

Melody: Who is going to want the left overs of someone else?

Cheryl: MELODY GRACE!!! IF I EVER HEAR YOU REFER TO YOURSELF LIKE THAT AGAIN I’LL COME OVER THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS, YOU HEAR ME?

Melody: Stop yelling at me!

Cheryl: Put a damn smile on your face and go out and travel the world Mel, you’re young, beautiful and smart you will bounce back from this with massive leaps and bounds.

Melody: I hope so.

Cheryl: Well I know so. What you need to do is dress up look your best and keep a white smile on your face, you got this Melly-bear. He can’t hurt

[Melody Grace]

 Cheryl: We miss you too... now get off this damn phone and go out sightseeing damn-it.  

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Wednesday 7th January 2015.
This is the part where you might want to go watch J2H’s promo so things make a little bit more sense about Melody and James tour arrangements.  Poor James!

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Thursday 8th January 2015.
Promo oh promo,

<p style="color:#B2A1ED">So there you have that’s my two weeks in review of course I got up to other stuff but let’s be honest I can’t share all the nitty gritty details of my life. What a whirl wind it has been... but let’s gets down to business. Let’s get down to this Sunday night where Misty and I Melody Grace go toe to toe with Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor. This match has been banked as Team Mean VS Team Nice, Team Bitch VS Team Angel well call it want you want but at the end of the night it’s only going to be known as Team Winner VS Team Loser and trust me Misty and I have this... we have to have this... because we can’t stand to watch the Bombshell Roster be blanketed by the likes of Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez anymore.

We’re sick of seeing slash hearing the same things week in and week out by the Mean Girls.

“We’re better than you” “We’re prettier than you” “We’re more famous than you”

Here’s the break down, you’re not you’re really not... none of you. The only one in the Mean Girls that worth talking about is Mercedes and for some reason she seems to be the forgotten Mean Girl. It’s funny how the most successful people in the world often tend to be the ones that make the less noise... that’s what’s happening in the Mean Girls right now... Mercedes is carrying the team while everyone else is blowing their own horns. Ya’ll be tooting up a stinker.

You’re better than me? Please... you’ve both been in this game for so long, yet I’m only fresh and new and I could run circles around you before you could even catch me. Last time we fought you may have got the upper hand Veronica and Amanda but that’s because you had to cheat. Face reality the thought of this little bright yellow duck coming up in your world and over taking you scares both of you.

I intimidate you, because while you were first getting started and while you were both getting slaughtered week in and week out this little blue bird was getting her hand raised in victory... it took a trip up from Amanda and a handful of tights by Veronica to ruin my streak but you know what? It’s not the loss that haunts me oh no... It’s the revenge that sparks a flame inside me.

You just started a fire and girls there ain’t a fireman a live that can put this out.

You’re prettier than me? Excuse me while I make a quick calculation about what looks has to do with wrestling? Okay so you take looks plus charisma times it by personality carry the one divide it by who gives a flying fuck? What in the world goes on in that head of yours? No one in their right mind looks at a good looking girl and says “Oh she fine, I bet that cat can wrestle” No... No... Nope, not now not ever. You’re looks are irrelevant when it comes to the ring... but if you need to keep harping on about it to make you feel better than go ahead keep telling everyone about how good looking you are, I mean the more you say something the more it starts to sound believable am I right?  

Amanda don’t get me wrong you’re good looking for a smashed crab and Veronica you’ll do alright if haemorrhoids ever decide to move north and invade people’s faces... you’ll be the first in line for that commercial deal you betcha.

You’re more famous than me? Please keep telling everyone how famous you are because surely if you were that famous you wouldn’t have to keep reminding us allllllllll the dam time... you’re not famous for your talent trust me. That’s not what it’s about. Amanda is famous for being a tickle fetish freak yet when a fan asks for a photo of a video of it she can’t come up with the goods. While Veronica is famous for, umm, I... wait I can’t remember.... oh that’s right she a world class cover model... blah, blah, blah... anyone can be a cover model these days you know that right? Like this really smart person invented Photoshop and now everyone’s a cover girl. Here’s a tip for your Veronica next time you’re playing in Photoshop less cover work put more time in removing the shit stain from your personality.

Ahhh then what do we have to listen to week in and week out in promotional, in and out of the ring? That’s when you predictably go on and say about how the rest of the Bombshells are “fat, ugly and worthless”

Correction, I might weigh more than Amanda Cortez on paper but in reality she jiggles more than a shake weight. I’m muscle she’s just a tank... but before you all start saying “Oh Melody don’t stoop to their level” I have something to tell you. Sometimes in life you have to stoop low so that people will finally open their God damn eyes... Seriously Amanda who are you kidding? If you stood beside half of the Bombshells on our roster your right side alone would cast a shadow of them and I’m not talking about your talent (lack thereof) I’m talking about your thunder thighs. Those thick tree trunks that rub together and give you saddle rash on the daily. You don’t have to hide it from me Tickles... we can see it the way you walk down to the ring like you got a pole shoved up your ass... when really it’s just your chafing... You’re not a badass with swagger... you’re just plain uncomfortable. You got that type of waddle that makes a Walrus wanna cry out Momma.

Veronica don’t even get me started on you... I’d be here for days.

So we’re fat? Um okay... because that has an impact on our wrestling ability? Considering we all weigh around the same weight if you even bothered to look at the roster... but hey since when did everything have to be about weight? I mean clearly since Sin City Wrestling is clearly like boxing weigh ins matter right? Wrong...  wrong just wrong. Sometimes watching you Mean Girls trying to rip apart the roster is like watching a dog trying to chase is tail, you just round and round and round, eventually you get a bite... but when you tug on it nothing good comes out of it, just embarrassment. I wonder does like Delia even like interview these girls before she lets them join her or does she just look at their pictures and see that their less unfortunately than her so she’ll give them a crack at fame?  Like is there an IQ test that these girls need to pass or does Delia just count the minutes of silence in between her question and their answer in the interview and whoever takes five minutes to reply automatically gets a Mean Girl badge?

Ahh so we’re ugly? Okay this one is my favourite of like all time. Okay let me break it down to you Veronica and Amanda, since when did looks have anything to do with talent? Hmmm I understand if this Sunday was next top model and not inception that things might be looks based, but trust Misty and I would trump that ship as well... anyways that’s getting off course. So you expect the rest of the Bombshells to care that you call us UGLY? Laughing my ass off... seriously? Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! That’s more soooo much sense I mean I hate it when my eyebrows aren’t on point and that in turns makes me can’t hit a Suplex right... like OH MY GOD! I hate it when like my hair is that little bit messy that it like ruins my whole balance and like I just can’t move or breathe or function... I just soooo hate it when like people call me ugly and because I’m apparently ugly that means I don’t know what to do with legs and my arms... oh boy you girls have unlocked the key to success, it’s beauty of yeah like totally. Like because when my lip stick is right my forearm smashes are on fire, like when I’m feeling beautiful my whole body knows how to work. You know how stupid this sounds right? Right? This is why you both really need to stop talking... just shhhhhhhhhhh intelligence isn’t your strong point we all know that but there’s no reason why you two need to keep beating the dead horse over it.  

So let’s move on to the part where you will call us worthless. Snort. I’m tagging with Misty... the Original SCW Bombshell a multi time Bombshell Champion, two time Bombshell of the year winner, Tag team champion... the master of the Bombshell roster and you still will try and wave this flag like it’s your best ticket to victory. I know what colour flag you should be waving and it’s white. Surrender now!!!

We’re worthless the whole Bombshell Roster is worthless, why? Because you say we are so that’s like totally gospel am I right? No... We’re worthless in your eyes because you can’t seem to come up with something creative for each and everyone one of us so your group us together and try and tuck us in under the same blanket. Let me tell you something, I’m going to let you in on a little tiny secret... your game plan, it’s not, I mean it’s really not working... I mean you come out week in week out and you try and label us as basic and talentless... I mean that’s so different like really... like what’s more basic than being basic right? Like you call us basic for being boring, yet you’re the ones saying the same damn things week in week out. I mean pot meet kettle, kettle meet pot. I love it when you call us all basic and then you even go out and say it’s contagious. You know what’s contagious... stupidity and you know how caught if first? Veronica Taylor when she “co-found” the Mean Girls. You can claim that you created that stable all you want honey and maybe you did but the moment you let Delia in was the moment you lost your reign over the stable, it was the moment you just became... a follower... not a leader like you keep saying you are.

I mean when she says jump you say how high am I right? So much for being a talented lady, you can’t even think for yourself unless your leader is there pulling your strings tugging you in the right direction. It’s a shame Veronica... it really is, you worked so hard for the Mean Girls to be something new something exciting but now you have to watch your baby, your creation be mocked and booed across the world... because what was at first something a little bit different has turned into something so basic, something so repetitive that it puts Big bang theory episodes on repeat to shame... your little stable has become nothing more than a shadow of what you wanted to be, but there is nothing you can do about it because why would you ever speak out against it? I mean you would become a loner an outcast, you would be laughed at. So instead you stay and you and your band of merry ladies beat the same drum to the same beat doing the same ol shit, putting us to sleep. Each week it’s the same, each promo it’s the same, each twitter war it’s the same.

The same ol’ same ol’ wash rinse repeat

Let’s take these girls down to what its worth shall I?

Amanda Cortez let’s start with you, at the last Climax Control you did something to me and to be honest I’m still pretty annoyed about it, you felt the need to stick your nose into my match and ultimately aid in my first ever defeat in my Wrestling career... so now you leave me with no choice but to go after you why? Not because I cried myself to sleep like your making out on twitter, but because I don’t like having that feeling of regret in the back of my mind. I let Despy down that day... that’s what’s eating me alive... not you, not Veronica the fact that I let my best friend down. Do you really think I care about my win loss tally like you do? It’s your baby that you hold on to so very tight. I don’t... I mean some of the best champions in Sin City Wrestling didn’t start off winning everything, take a look at my husband... a whole year he was beaten and now look at him? He came back into SCW swinging and he hasn’t stopped since that day. Look at the likes of Misty, she had lost before in the past but she is still the most dominate force on our roster, look at Roxi... she too is in hand and hand one of the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer... so did you really think your little trick was going to send me packing? Did you really think that I was just going to walk away from wrestling after your little stunt? Did you think that you would control me after that? You’re kidding yourself. You just lit a fire inside me one that I needed to have ignited so thank you Amanda, thank you for signing your name on the dotted line as the maker of my greatness... because you might have tripped me up the first time but from now on you’re just a stepping stone.

This Sunday I’m going to step on you and walk over you and beat you and with that victory I will begin my climb towards the top I will begin my climb back up my ranks and I won’t even look back and think of you. You will just be that girl that everyone will blame for putting me on my new winning streak you will be that girl that the rest of the Bombshells blame for when I become unstoppable. It’s going to happen, why? Because I just know it will and because a good friend of mine... you might know her Odette Stevens aka Odette Ryder believes in me and how many times did she prove you wrong without even breaking a sweat?

Toooooo many to count!

I hope you enjoyed your five seconds of fame when you returned Amanda? Because trust me like last time the losses will just keep piling up and you’ll doubt yourself and eventually you’ll just give up... that’s what happened last time you got fixated on a cause that you couldn’t defeat... so I really don’t see this ending any differently. Your little alliance with the Mean Girls is temporary, we all know that you’re loyal to no one... you’re just a pawn in this game that moves around from side to side trying to claim victim trying the claim dominance, when really your just a weak... you habit a self destructing weakness and guess what? The timer has already started ticking..

I’ll see you on Sunday Amanda... bring your A game because you’re going to need it.

Veronica Taylor. Oh Veronica Taylor... where to begin with you? Last time you got lucky very lucky but thank you for opening my eyes. I can see now that this Sunday is just going to be ever so sweet when I finally get my hands on you when I finally get to show you what I can do. Last time was last time I’m not going to harp on it but trust me last time was THE LAST TIME that you will ever beat me. Bank on that.

All week people have been asking what I’m going to do to get payback what am I going to do to make your suffer? Well I’m just going to be myself... while you’re just going to be the target... the big red bullseye in my target. I’m the bullet with your name. This Sunday can’t come fast enough because I can’t wait to get inside the six sided ring with you I can’t wait to finally shut you up. For days on twitter you have been talking this up, been talking your victory up and how you’re better than me... it stops on Sunday it all stops at Inception. You had my number last time but this time I’ll have yours trust me on that. You’re cover girl looks won’t save you; your boyfriend Giani won’t save you... the fact that I’m married to your friend James Huntington Hawkes won’t save you. You’re drowning ten feet deep and there’s not a life guard in sight.

Say what you want to say about me but this Sunday I will just prove you wrong, why? Because I have to... because I want to it’s all the same really. I let Despy down and I have to make it up to him, by righting this wrong. They say Inception is a beginning well let this be the new beginning of Melody Grace you opened my eyes Veronica and in doing so you just cashed in on your last victory over me. It’s not just about you and I though, I mean you have done everything in your power to piss Misty off and I have no issues in watching her rip you from limb to limb... I will have no issues in watching her destroy your cover model face... just for fun.

All in the name of fun, you see you take this win loss thing to seriously Veronica... considering when you first came into SCW you could barely put one foot in front of the other let alone win, so you left and then came back only to show up when you felt like it... but now you seem to be back for good... I’m glad, because I’m going to need haters like you feeding the need more when I become a champion. I’m going to need bottom feeders like you to keep my focus on the main prize; I’m going to need feeder fish like you to help boost me to the top. You see unlike you I can reach for the top, while you have to stay in the shadows of your team mates, I mean you can’t go for the Bombshell Roulette Championship because Mercedes has it; you can’t go for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship because Delia has it. You’re the Mean Girl without a cause, without a title... and just think you’re the co-founder... doesn’t that just eat you alive knowing even that even your recruits are better than you?  

Just like how Misty and I will prove that we are better than you and Amanda this Sunday?

Enjoy your happiness while it lasts Veronica because after Sunday... it’s going to fade to black.

Sorry, not sorry!

In fact I’ll never be sorry for anything that I ever do to you, why? Because unlike L’Oreal you’re not worth it.

Don’t like it? Don’t like what I had to say about you? You don’t like the truth? Well Justin Timberlake hit me baby, sing it to them loud and proud...

“Cry me a river”

Prepare to get your make up ruined girls, because on Sunday you’ll be the ones left crying.

See you Sunday at Inception.

To my Melephants, get ready to get your trunks up because this Sunday I plan on giving you the show of my career. Thank you for standing by me and supporting me from the very beginning, in my ups and in my downs. You have my back so I have yours and this Sunday... this match isn’t for me... oh no, it’s for you. This Sunday I might have a different name but I’m the same Melody Grace!!!

From now until forever, I am yours.

Melody Grace Huntington Hawkes Number ONE!

[Lament Broom]

 

FIRST CLASS NEW YEAR


SCENE ONE
off camera

It is a warm sunny day in Los Angeles, California. Even though it is January the weather is still in the sixties instead of most of the United States. Weather like this has made Los Angeles a destination for years. Soon enough the building spotted is none other than the headquarters of Veronicas Secrets one of the largest and most successful cosmetic companies in recent memories. The company that has made Veronica, a millionaire. Soon enough a 2014 Porsche Panamera parks right in the special reserved spot for the owner and founder Veronica Taylor. Soon enough coming out of the car is none other than Veronica Taylor wearing a black top, designer jeans, black louboutin peep toed pumps, black Gucci handbag, and a pair of black designer shades. In the passenger seat pops out none other than ASW women's division starlet, and former Miss Teen United States Bianca Davis who was wearing a dress, white pumps, and a white Chanel handbag. As the two models look towards eachother with a smirk as Bianca says in an excited tone.

Bianca Davis: Oh my god! I never knew how big of a company this was! Veronica, you out done yourself what are you bringing me here for?

Veronica smirked smugly, before replying in her normal tone.

Veronica Taylor: Its a surprise darling. But what you thought I was lying or something? Tsk tsk B you should know better.

Veronica giggled, before flipping her hair arrogantly. As the two saunter off together towards the complex. As, they make their way their heels clacking against the hard pavement. Then, they made their way to  door, Bianca soon stopped as the first class model shot her a look as she took a cigarette out of the handbag she had and light it up as Veronica said.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh, really you just had one an hour ago!

After taking a drag off her cigarette she then spoke.

Bianca Davis: Girl please like you would understand? I just need it helps me deal with the basics cha?

Soon security came up to the two ladies apparently they were on top of things here. He was new as Veronica did not recognize him, then again she never really had to be here. But, he looked at the taller blonde, before speaking in a stern tone.

James Security: Excuse me miss? But can you tell your friend not to smoke here. This is a non smoking facility.

Bianca rolled her eyes at the guard as she ignored him completely. As she turned to Veronica, before saying in a sarcastic tone.

Bianca Davis: Ugh you know Vero no smoking? You really must not want me visiting here often do you?

Veronica rolled her eyes in disgust as she said.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh no, its just smoking is such a basic habit. I thought of you higher than having that basic habit? I mean you know before you enter my building I am going to have to spray you down with some Veronicas secret right?

The security guard was growing impatient as he said in a loud tone.

James Security: Excuse me miss I asked nicely do not make me throw you two out of here?

Veronica, and Bianca looked at eachother and let out a loud laugh. As they look at eachother with a bitchy sarcastic look. Before Bianca began to speak in her normal tone, annoyed at this little person was speaking to her in such a way.

Bianca Davis: Ha oh my god is this troll talking to me like that? I could buy him, his house, and everything he owns and sell it if I wanted. Though, I don't think I would ever want to own anything that basic Vero? And you don't you basically own him already? Like I almost feel bad.

Veronica giggled flipping her hair arrogantly before speaking.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh I don't think he knows at all who I am? I mean I know basics have bad memory and bad body odor. But this guy, is making your cigs smell like freaking candy. Like really? I don't think he knows what a shower is at all. Now, little man you are not going to talk to me, and B this way.

Soon enough two more security guards come out as James looks at them saying in his normal tone.

James: This one is smoking, and when I asked her to put it out has not. The other one has been insulting me all day.

the other two security take a look at the two women the one smoking, and the one next to her. Soon enough the two other security guards recognize the burnett has none other than the woman who signs their checks, Veronica Taylor. They soon take a stop back as Veronica says to them.

Veronica Taylor:  Can you guys do me a favor and escort this loser from my building please? This basic is fired for talking to me, and Bianca here like we are a couple of basics. When in reality he is the biggest basic of them all.

With that the two younger security guards grab the older one who confronted Veronica, and Bianca. As the two girls wave in a bitchy wave towards the man being escorted  as they look towards eachother pleased as Bianca finishes and puts out her cigarette.

Bianca Davis: Ugh what a loser? Like does he not know I can do what I want right?

Veronica rolled her eyes before pulling out her bottle of perfume.  And spraying it all over Bianca, in order to get the smoke smell off of her from the cancer stick she had just smoked. As the owner of Veronicas Secret soon spoke.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh there you go cannot smell that nasty smoke on you now. I cannot allow my protégée to smell like a basic when she enters my building now can I?

Veronica had an arrogant smirk on her face, as the two beautiful women enter the building. As they enter the building they look around with a pair of smirks soon enough someone comes up a young short guy who was even shorter than Veronica.   With messed up hair began speaking to her.

Tim: Miss Taylor, you and your friend need anything?'

Veronica rolled her eyes this always happened everyone trying to suck up to her. She then flips her hair arrogantly before speaking in her normal tone.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh get me a water chilled duh!  Now get one for my friend here as well, and make it snappy.

The man soon runs to get the waters for the two women as they make their way through the building.  As, the arrogant duo's heels clacking on the hardwood floor as they make their way towards the elevator, as many other employes are in front of them.

Bianca Davis: Ugh why are these basics thinking they should even be in front of us?

Veronica Taylor: Ugh, girl I do need them to do their basic task plus the surprise is worth the wait. Trust me, you will love it.

Bianca nodded and soon enough Tim came back with their waters as he handed them to the two arrogant women. As Veronica, soon took a sip it was okay for her, and then Bianca did and surprisingly he had done his job well.  He stood there for a bit to long, as Veronica said in her normal tone.

Veronica Taylor: Like can you get away from us? Your smell is starting to get to me.

Bianca Davis: And your face is starting to get to my eyes.

The two arrogant women soon go onto the elevator as the assistant left dejected. As the two girls sipped their waters, as Veronica pressed a button to the fifth and top floor of the complex, which is where Veronica's office was located. Soon the elevator stopped and the two women left the elevator and headed down the hallway, before turning right to the  last door all the way down. Now inside  her office Veronica smirked before handing relieving a package on her desk as she said.

Veronica Taylor: Girl, I know you just came back to the business. And all, but after you domination of that whats her name? Ugh that basic Japanese girl. Its clear your the future of the business girl, a future mean girl. But for now accept this gift.

Veronica slides the package over to Bianca who looks at it, with a smirk.  As Bianca then looked at Veronica before tearing it open it was a shiny diamond title belt, and sash the sash said Miss ASW on it. The title belt said the Queen B on it, the blonde jumped before hugging her mentor with a huge smile on her face.

Bianca Davis: Oh my god this belt is beautiful, thank you Veronica.  You're the best.

Veronica smiled as her friend put the sash over her shoulder, before putting the belt over the other.

Veronica Taylor:  Oh no problem. Its just that company is sad and lost with direction without you. Without you, being the Women's champion, while they got that old hag as the champion for now. You can show them why the prettiest and most popular girls always get their way.

Bianca Davis: So true, thank you though I thought you would hold my friendship with Liz against me at first...

Veronica held her hand up not wanting to hear that name mentioned as she said.

Veronica Taylor: Look you know how I feel about Liz but really between you two you have much more potential than she ever had. I mean, ugh you know when we won the tag team titles I thought she would turn the corner but instead she just did what she normally does...

Bianca, flipped her hair slightly before speaking up.

Bianca Davis: I know, it’s sad though I mean I always been there for her but lately she has not even called me. Like the girl just blurts her stuff on twitter. Like, in high school I took her under my wing. Even though she is older than me, I just don't know any more with her.

Veronica nodded slowly before speaking.

Veronica Taylor: I know, but really it’s okay. I mean you have your career she has hers. I mean, there was a time me and Angelica were not in contact that much but things like this always work out. Just have to look at things, in a positive way in these situations. Plus your career has taken off right?

Bianca nodded slowly to herself as she said.

Bianca Davis:  Yeah I mean vogue has contacted me for more photoshoots. I am the face of ASW, and things are going my way for sure. I mean life is going great for me, I just feel bad for her to see how far she has fallen.
Veronica rolled her eyes slightly as she said.

Veronica Taylor: See, what has she done besides fall down the totem pole?
Bianca looks down not wanting to say Veronica was right about her best friend. Veronica then puts her well-manicured hand on the slender shoulder of the tall blonde. As, Veronica then began to speak in her normal arrogant, and calming tone.

Veronica Taylor: Listen, I know you care about her, and your friendship honey.  But lets face it she don’t care about your career plus what she did to you at the IWA event? That is not how a friend acts.  A friend does not drop all contact out of the blue right? Ugh like just worry about your career and being a star and do what I say. Honey, you stay with me you will be a star trust me.

Bianca Davis: I know you’re right Vero.

The two hug it out as Veronica pats the back of her understudy. As, the first class model has an arrogant and evil smirk on her face knowing she had Bianca where she wanted her. That, she would listen to her and become a star.

Scene Two

Inside the Mean Girl Clubhouse, in Los Angeles California. It is another day in the life of the Mean Girls. The most popular and dominate stable in SCW history. The clubhouse was quiet as it was normally at this time of morning. Soon enough a car pulls into the driveway. The doors of the car open up to revel Veronica Taylor, and Angelica. Both of them were dressed to the nines as always, they had had a busy time of it despite it only being eleven in the morning.  The doors open up as the two arrogant besties make their way through the door their heels clacking on the floor of the clubhouse.  As they took a seat on the coach right next to each other, as Angelica grabs the remove, and clicks on their dvr and put it on Climax Control, as Veronica looks at her before saying in an arrogant tone.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh clearly the only thing good about this show is well our presence duh! Like, we are that amazing that we just bring the ratings up.

Angelica: Ugh I know right? Like the other bombshells thinking they matter is so sad. Like, do they not appreciate all the Mean Girls do for them?

The two co-founders of the Mean Girls share a bitchy giggle. As they fast forward the show to the match where it was Melody Grace, and Despary taking on Veronica Taylor and her partner Caleb Hudson in a mix tag team match. As they watch the matches, Angelica soon pipes up in her normal tone.

Angelica: That Caleb guy was so lucky to even team with you honey. You clearly were the star of the match? I mean the only reason I would watch is because of you. God, those fans paid so much money to see us.

Veronica giggled and smirked before speaking in her normal tone.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh totally I mean they boo but without us they have nothing to live for.  Its rather sad if you think about it, I mean it’s almost as bad as Liz and her concussions. Like oh my god I had one, and yes it sucked. But really, that girl seems to just get them from drinking a glass of water wrong or something.

Angelica: Ugh she was basic, and still is. She is still whiney all over twitter god can she shut up for once? She’s a fucking loser. Now, the look on Melody’s face is so priceless after you beat her cleanly might I add.

They then fast forward to the face of Melody Grace crying after she lost. As Melody’s crying face was paused. Veronica, did a shudder disgusted at the look on her face as she said in a bitchy arrogant tone towards Angelica.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh she has such an ugly crying face!
The two besties share a laugh as Angelica pipes up.

Angelica: Cha she does? And she’s pathetic she was talking all of this crap about you yet what happened? The same thing that will happen at Inception? You will beat her yet again. Though this time she has the has been Misty..

: Who cares about ze has been, she is still doing ze whole gothic loser thing.

With that they look up it is none other than Delia Darling, who they have not seen since the monster truck incident. The two besties look up with a look of amazement and shock on their faces they thought she was gone, they get up and both of them hug her in a giant group hug. As Delia, soon begins to speak in her normal tone.

Delia Darling: What did zou zank she succeeded? Zat freak failed just like she failed at everything else she does. Like ze whole daughters of darkness are nothing more zan failures with ugly faces.

The three girls share a bitchy laugh with one another.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh, cha all the stupid people are still on twitter I mean you made fools of them all. Now there acting like were done for, its all over for us? Please, the Mean Girls don’t roll over and die. We just get more and more fabulous and dominate entire companies? I mean hello our brand sales are even higher than ever.

Angelica: True so glad that your back. Missed ya Delz ya know? They think our mission is over? Please, it’s only just begun more and more ratchet basic, and ugly women have come into SCW than ever before.  It’s our time in 2015 like it was in 2014 they get mad that we have all the face time? Well if their faces were pretty they would have more time on the show.

Delia smirked before saying in her normal tone.

Delia Darling: What else could I expect from ze SCW management? I mean zey just love to hire ze ugliest girls zey can find.  I mean ze monster killed my child but she will pay for zat…

The other two girls are shocked they have a look of horror.
Angelica: Ugh, like what a horrible thing and they are still keeping her employed? Like, its worse than Misty still being with SCW.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh it’s disgusting and tragic. Like they keep her around, like why the hell was she not arrested? Freaking physco that is allowed to run around here, and cause whatever damage she wants like she’s important.

The arrogant trio of the Mean Girls are all disgusted by the person they are talking about. Their physical mannerisms give that away with the look of disgust planted on each of their beautiful faces. As Delia soon spoke in her normal tone but the anger was begging to grow in her voice.

Delia Darling: Ze rat I do not wish to speak about I got ze plan in mind for her. I will make what happened to her servant girl look like nothing. Ze thing is everything else was just a title defense but zis is war a war zat we will not lose.  Zat I will not lose because I am Delia Fucking Darling, ze bombshells champion.

Veronica Taylor: True, and I am stuck in a match with a has been and a nobody ugh! Tired of this, I should have gotten my rightful rematch for my belts, or been able to win the Internet Title like the girls in that match are not even socially relevant.
Angelica put her hand on their shoulders before saying.

Angelica:  Girls, let us go out tonight? For old times sake I mean its been awhile…

Delia flipped her hair arrogant before speaking.
Delia Darling: Ugh girls I want to keep this a surprise for now. So, I will join you guys in England for some fun trust me right now I got ze plan to execute so I will stay here on ze down low.

The girls soon share an evil smirk and nod understanding what Delia was thinking. As Veronica, and Angelica soon began speaking once again.

Veronica Taylor: Delz, don’t worry we got this we will be taking over zis place and turning it into our little runway.

Soon enough Angelica checked something on her phone looked in shock back up to the other two. Delia soon look at Angelica, before asking in her normal tone.

Delia Darling: Whats ze matter Angelica? Is it zour sales?
Angelica shook her head as she turned towards Veronica as she said.

Angelica: Ugh no you know the ref is going to be Hollywood right?
Veronica soon had an angry look on her face. The last time she saw Holly, she had left the Mean Girls after a huge fight with Veronica, and the whole Liz situation, that was just right before Tessa was revealed as the mole, and was kicked out by Veronica.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh what the hell?! Really? Hollywood? That fuggo man bitch is going to try to cost me my match! Ugh, way to make things fair this place is beyond help, really beyond help. They need us Mean Girls, yet try to treat us poorly.  Like really? This is bull who on earth would hire that thing to be a referee?

Veronica began stomping highly upset as Delia soon spoke up.
Delia Darling: Yet another travesty of justice from SCW management. Like how dare zey put zat thing as ze ref in any of our matches? She was never fit to be zan Mean Girl, she never will be anything without us.

Veronica soon began fuming some more as she started to slightly yell.
Veronica Taylor: Ugh what the hell! They are trying to make things “fair” for that never been Melody, and that freak has been Misty! Like how dare they? I am Veronica Freaking Taylor.  I am the main bitch that matters in that match, no offense to Amanda she’s great and all. But I am the co-founder of the Mean Girls. Like how dare they insult me like this!
Veronica is stammering as the tallest mean girl Angelica soon puts her hand on Veronicas shoulder to try and clam her down some.

Angelica:  Girl, do not let them get to you. That is just what they want, they want you to fall into that trap and be labeled the weakest member of our group. Don’t let them get that satisfaction. Don’t let them make you go nuts your to beautiful for that Vero. Were the elite of the elite it’s not our fault they will always be nothing more than jealous Janis.
Delia Darling: Exactly, zey want to bring zou down. Don’t let zem do it.  Zey know that we will never be beaten.

The two try to calm down Veronica, however, her anger is still at an all-time high as she starts stammering uncontrollably.  

Veronica Taylor: That fucking ladyboy better not try to cost me my match. I will rip her dollar store weave out of her damn head if she does.  Like, that boy thinks hes something because he sucked up to whomever is in charge and got it a job as a ref? Ugh, I need a damn drink.

With that Veronica, goes to get a drink as the other two stand there trying to still clam down their friend as the scene fades to black.

Scene Three
Mean Girl Blog
If you’re going to talk at least be pretty, and honest.
Blah, Blah, Blah! That is all I hear anymore whenever I hear something from Misty, Roxi Johnson, Melody Grace, or whomever the jealous jani of the moment is. Like really all your nonsense just goes together. It’s so sad to have lives not worth living anymore, so you have to belittle those who are better than you, those who are more successful than you, and those who are prettier than you to make your lives worth living. I mean who would want to be you? My six year old niece has more tact than any one of you, and more fashion sense as well. But it’s okay to be a broken record if you’re unsuccessful and pander to the fans right?

Wrong, it just means you’re a big loser that needs even bigger losers to validate your views for you, because you do not have the strength to do so yourself. See here is the difference between the Mean Girls, and the rest of the bombshells were honest. When we say something it’s the truth when we say that Misty looks like a rat it’s all true. If we say that Melody is a total nobody that all she can do is talk and not back it up? That’s true as well because I proved that, and if we say that all of you need us to validate your sad miserable lives well that’s obviously true. Because if it was not you would not be so lost without us that you keep bringing us up? That you would not start stuff with me because of what I tweet. In fact you would all be focused on yourselves, but sadly what’s worth living about your pathetic lives?

Let me start with the old gothic queen of the damned whores Misty. Misty, you think this war with us has been a success? Girl the only thing that you have proven is that you cannot win the big one anymore, your highlights in SCW came at its weakest moment. You had a joke division when you held your belts, the Mean Girls were on hiatus, and our true power was not fully realized. So hunty your title reghins mean and will always mean nothing.  You could not beat Delia when you put everything all in your best was not good enough then again you were never good enough. By ignoring me you open up the floodgates by calling me the “weak link” you play into my game Misty but then again that is what you and your sister have in common your both delusional.  She thought that Giani would want to be something that looked like her? Please, take a look in the mirror about why your sister’s relationship failed, and why Giani wound up wanting a Mean Girl.  Because of your constant neediness you kept your loser sister away and well he wound up falling for me? Who can blame him though I mean a real model a real supermodel who would not want to be with that? So in a way you should be thanking me for that, because I ended a sham relationship and let her get peace because of how nice I am, yet all you do is make your sisters life harder than it should be. So who’s the one hurting your sister now? Oh right, it’s still me according to your “logic”. But let’s start off yes you have beaten me though the last time my moronic partner at the time with her concussions got in the way of me beating me, and well let’s say shes been a nothing ever since.

I mean even her old best friend sees Liz for what she is, and sees me as the one who cares about her career and success. But tonight will be about my success my career I will run that ring like a runway, and I will make you look foolish please also buy some better attire, like I am sure goodwill is cheap but the attires you get look second rate and trashy. Then again, so is everything about you face it I am just entering my prime you? That left you a long, long time ago. Maybe when the Dinosaurs were around you were relevant now? Your nothing other than the sad little girl who thinks she can beat the Mean Girls I mean we have beaten you so many times to the punch that is worthless to beat you anymore. I mean you could not even hire a good mole in order to help you, I mean where is Tessa oh yeah shes ran scared ever since. Smart move on her part, now you can always go to Drake, or some other sad pathetic guy you dated in the past and have them console you hell I am sure Erick would be up for some “fun. Now from the one who had a career and was once relevant to someone who will never be relevant other than in the physc ward.

Melody, how was your Christmas did I ruin your little moment? To team with your pathetic brain dead partner did I steal your Christmas from you? If so good, because you don’t deserve it. Because, let’s face it all I do is nice things for people, I help them understand their looks need serious help. But when you stuck your nose in my business when you decided because you hang out with former bombshells champions you were a somebody? Well I had to knock you down and I did just that I beat you and no I did not cheat, not my fault you could not kick out of a simple roll up? I figured Odette would of taught you how to do that by now. For someone who is new you claim your so much better than us, that your better than someone who carried two different partners as tag team champions, better than the most improved bombshell of 2014, and a future bombshell champion. Yet what have you done? Oh right nothing you beat some nobody but yet when the pressure was on you could not get the job done against me? Though you are starting to learn Roxi’s, and Misty’s excuse pattern. Oh, the “Mean Girls cheated, they cannot win fairly, all they do is cheat because we are losers and sad.”  Ugh, this match does not matter because me and Manda are going to show you two why we run this runway.

And all, we have to say is sorry bout it.