Post by Melody Marshall on Mar 29, 2018 17:42:02 GMT -8
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music; "Good Good Day" - Volunteer
The sip of water on her tongue quenched her thirst as her gaze remained hollow and still. The white towel hung around her neck as sweat continued to drip to the hard, cold concrete beneath her feet. Her breathing was heavy and she was sore. Yet, after nearly twenty minutes of getting her face punched in and dropped on her head, she couldn’t be any happier. She had done it again. Once more, Melody Marshall had proven doubters wrong. To the victor goes the spoils. Her mouth was open but words couldn’t escape. The camera and crew in her locker room didn’t budge as they patiently waited. And why wouldn’t they? Even though this wasn’t Global Wrestling Division and even though they were “technically” on enemy turf, their girl had done it. She had won the California Open Shootout. Nine entered. One walked away the victor. Melody was the one.
She bent down and began to untie her wrestling boots. Her eyes peered up and caught the large silver trophy from across the locker room. Her SCCW Rising Star and GWD Global Heritage Championships sat on the steel chair next to her. She was surrounded in hardware and she knew she would be heading back to Los Angeles heavier than she left. But, she couldn’t complain. Her momentum seemed endless at this point. She was on cloud nine. However, she knew she had to keep focused. She had a huge match in just a couple days. The start of the Grand Prix was dead ahead and her first match lingered.
Kendrick Kross. It was a name she was all too familiar with. To be fair, she liked Kendrick. She respected him. He came from the MMA world and usually, that is a transition that goes rather poorly. Whether it was ego or not having the natural talent to entertain, former MMA guys and gals often sink rather than swim. Kendrick was different. From the day they met, she could tell he was good. But enter her first worry – “ego”. Kendrick has one the size of an elephant. Like a boxer taking a victory lap, Kendrick demanded the spotlight. Though forged out of necessity to horde off the Dogs of War, their little alliance fell apart before they could lay a finger on the team that had caused them so much pain.
She removes her right boot and tosses it to the side. For the first time, her eyes peer towards the camera and she smirks. She runs a hand through her wet hair and begins to nod, almost in a way that tells the audience all they need to know – Melody Marshall is confident.
“Tonight meant a lot to me. I got to go out there, represented a company I love in GWD, and most of all I won. I wore that Global Heritage Championship to the ring and I showed everyone watching from around the world just how good the talent in GWD really is. I did it for each and every fan that wears a GWD shirt with pride. I showed that I belong, which is something I don’t often hear. I mean, someone I considered a genuine friend in Kendrick Kross has been running his mouth on Twitter about me for days. He likes to type from behind his phone or computer and spread garbage about how he would be a real champion. There is a reason I have that title belt and is has nothing to do with my looks, or being a woman, or who I’m laying in bed with at night – there is only one reason and that is hard work.”
She tosses her other boot and then continues.
“I don’t know Kendrick that well. We never really talked much. I tend to think that me sort of taking a leader role in our little ‘turtle gang’ or whatever kind of rubbed him the wrong way. Maybe he wanted to turn it into some sort of dick measuring contest with Dogs of War but that is not what that team was supposed to be. I wanted that group to work for one reason and one reason only; conquer and defeat Mark Storm and his Dogs of War.
But so be it. It wasn’t meant to be and guess what? I moved on. I was completely fine letting Kross do his own thing but here he is, nudging me and poking me, wanting to get under my skin. If that is what you want Kendrick, then I am more than OK knocking you down a peg. I will win the GWD Grand Prix and if I get to do so by beating you in the first leg of this thing, even better. But understand one thing, I might be beat to shit right now but I’m bringing all I got. I should be out with Cosmo Cooper and the rest of the awesome talent that was on this show tonight, drinking and having a good time but I’m not. Instead, I’m going to drive an hour back to LA, go to sleep, and wake up tomorrow and start preparing for our match.
Melody Marshall, not partying? Not having a cold one for picking up the W? That is how important finally proving to you that I am a real champion means to me.”
Standing from her chair, she walks over to the California Open Shootout trophy. It was silver and about half as tall as she was. It was beautiful and it made her smile from ear to ear. She bends down and looks at her name engraved on the plate. It was validation. It was something nobody could take away, especially not Kendrick Kross.
“Wrestling is my life, Kendrick. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. It’s not something I got into after I failed at climbing the top of the ladder in another profession, like…I don’t know….MMA for example. I was put on this earth by the big man upstairs to do one thing, be really, really good at wrestling. GWD has given me an avenue to do that. You can call me a fluke or fake, but you can’t tell me that I am not the single best wrestler signed to GWD right now. Man, woman, or child there isn’t a damn person on the GWD roster who can do what I do. And one day, I will be the one to beat Mark Storm for the World Championship or whatever the fuck he wants to call it this week.
This is my house. I built it. And not a damn person can take that away from me. So, if you want to stand across the ring from me Kendrick instead of next to me fighting the good fight, whatever. I’ll go through you to get to where I want to be. But, I’m bringing back up. I don’t need a whole damn team. I just need one person.
Me.”
The words stung but it was the truth. At this point, she was the only person she could trust. Khalil once said ‘trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity’. While it may sound like gibberish, to Melody, it held a lot of positive meaning. She may not trust another being but she does trust in her own process and dreams. She knows she can beat Kendrick. She knows she gain her points and move on. She knows a lot of things – most of all that she needed to her her ass on the road and to bed.
She stands up, smiles, and the camera cuts. Moments later, we return and she is dressed. Her SPLX Gear Bag is over her shoulder and she is sporting the latest Melody t-shirt and pants. She has the trophy in her other hand. She looks around, sighs, and leaves, flipping the lights off as she does.
