Post by Melody Marshall on Feb 15, 2018 11:58:11 GMT -8
NAMELESS FACES
music; "Winter" - Cedar Teeth
Melody kicked the jukebox with brute force and the music began to play. She felt like The Fonz minus the dozens of fans awaiting her every move. Instead, here she was, dancing alone in an empty bar as one of her favorite songs blared in the background. Cheap scotch in hand, she swayed to the music ignoring the stale smell of beer and cigars. Dressed in all black, it was eerie similar to a funeral. Her feelings of nervousness and worry had died and they were replaced by the odd confidence that comes from a pale bottle.
Closing her eyes, she thought of her match coming up. If she wanted any chance of winning she needed to be able to escape round one and round one was a doozy. Nameless, the biggest and most intimidating man on the GWD roster, was her dance partner. Was she scared? If you would have asked her an hour ago the answer may have leaned differently but right now, in this moment, she was far from it. She was lost in bliss and the bliss was telling her Nameless was going to be a cakewalk.
“….Bartender!” she screams as she raises her glass indicating she was ready for another one. She made the journey across the dance floor to empty stools before picking one and flopping down. She threw her body across the bar and sighed.
“Think I’m going to win?”
He looks at her with intrigue. They hadn’t spoken all night and he was ready to close but couldn’t seem to get the message across to her. He just wanted to go home as it was already nearly 1 am and he hadn’t had many customers as it was.
“Huh?” was all he could muster as he poured another drink and set it in front of her. She took a swig and looked up at him.
“I told you…I am a wrestler. I’m in this tournament coming up and I have this big fucker first round. His name is….Nameless. He has no name. What a fucking tool.”
She chuckled with a bit of an obnoxious tone. She wasn’t usually like this. She was much more proficient in controlling herself when she is drinking but somewhere along the way, she must have lost count of how much she had.
“Yeah, this big dude. He’s pretty scary looking want to see a picture?” she questioned before showing him a picture of her opponent from the bio page on the GWD website. He perked up and smirked.
“So…a wrestler huh? Looks like you have your hands full.”
“With that guy? Please…”
She felt a knot in her stomach now. Unaware if it was from the amount of alcohol she had consumed or the feeling of the bartender questioning her ability to beat Nameless in a one on one match to continue in the tournament, Melody stood up and leaned closer to his face. Almost nose to nose with him she grew angry. She balled up a fist and slammed it down on the bar.
“Nameless might be a fucking monster but I eat monsters for lunch.”
Clearly realizing it was a cheesy line she powdered through.
“I can beat him, I know I can and I will. I got too much riding it on it. I got too much heart. I’m going to make him wish he never signed with GWD. I love this place too much and becoming Global Heritage Champion is going to make everything I have done to get here worth it.”
She picks up the glass and chucks the rest of the drink before slamming it on the ground in a million pieces. She leans in and kisses the bartender as his eyes grow wide. Pulling back, she slaps him on the face and stumbles off he stool and towards the door. She stops and turns, raising a fist in the air.
“NEXT TIME YOU SEE ME I’M GOING TO BE GLOBAL HERITAGE CHAMPION. WAKANDA FOREVER!” she screams. She turns and leaves.
Baffled, the bartender remains still.
“Hey, you forgot to pay your tab!”
