Post by Melody Marshall on Jul 31, 2018 16:48:22 GMT -8
Words At The Bottom of The Bottle
Music: "Can't You See" - The Marshall Tucker Band
The bustling sounds of Melrose Avenue provide the soundtrack as we fade in from black. Bodies move up and down the sidewalk as each individual carries along with their own story to tell that day. But, as the camera focuses in one particular person, it becomes more clear who that figure is. Cigarette in hand, sporting a black hoodie and jeans, Melody Marshall takes a drag and then breathes the smoke out. She runs a hand through her hair. She turns and begins walking down the side walk as the camera follows her. She looks dead center and smirks.
“In case you forgot, let me re-introduce myself. My name is Melody Marshall. See, it’s been a few weeks and I wasn’t sure if some of you may have forgotten about me but I use to be the top bitch in CWD. It was my home, my sanctuary and my little playground. I built it from the ground up but seemingly, for reasons unknown to me, I haven’t really been booked. I was thrown to the side, put out like basic garbage. Let me get something straight right now – Melody Marshall ain’t fuckin’ garbage. Nah, we don’t play that game.”
She stops, takes another long drag on her cigarette, and then tosses it to the ground before stepping on it. She turns, opens a nearby door and walks inside. The sounds of loud music plays and the room is dark. It’s soon revealed to be a local bar. She orders a beer from the bar, waves to a few people nearby, and then makes her way to a private booth. She sits down and lights another cigarette and takes a swing of her beer.
“Often times, I get asked about CWD. How was my time there? Do I have regrets? ‘Bitch, I’m still there’. I’m riding the fucking sideline like a backup QB. It’s time to put me back in game, Coach.”
Her words sting like venom as they leave her mouth.
“And it seems like I finally have another shot and guess what? I’m facing….let me make sure I get this fucks name right…The Generic Heel? Are you kidding me? Is this real life? The Generic Fucking Heel? Jesus Christ.
He’s a joke, a cartoon character come to life. The guy must think it’s still 1980 and this is the territory system because all the stuff that comes from his mouth is nostalgic bullshit. Dude, you run your mouth more than a Kardashian. You talk about your school and the good old days, and spit trash about how my generation is ruining the business. Let me tell you who is ruining the business – You and everyone like you. Every time you open your mouth about high spots and how ‘we are working to fast, another young kid wanting to get into the business loses his confidence.”
She runs a hand through her hair and sighs. Another puff on her cigarette, another sip of beer, and it gives Melody the chance to rest her face in her hand.
“It’s the kind of attitude that almost made me quit. It’s you people that make me so pissed off that I want to rip my hair out. In a way though, I guess maybe I can find some joy in kicking the shit out of you in the ring. It allows me the chance to blow off some steam and get back in the swing of things at the same time. "
It was now apparent that Melody was getting more and more loaded as the time passed. Her promo began to become more and more of a rant than a coherent line of thoughts. She was now on her third cigarette since the video started recording and she was now on her second third or fourth shot. Another beer cracked open as she continued her slew of venomous words.
“Oh and that fucking title? That California Heritage Title? Coming home to me. Next week. Week after that. Don’t matter after I bitch slap this Generic Heel I’m going to bitch slap whoever is walking around with my title?
Is Kendrick Kross still employed here? I wanna bitch slap him too. Equinox. Bitch slapped. I’m going to fuck em all up just wait and see….”
She was slurring her words now. Her eyes were heavy. She was close to blacking out. Another shot. Another drink. Another drag on her cigarette. She was close.
“And fuck your school. Fuck you bitch. Nobody wants to go to your stupid Generic school was being a LOSER! I’m going to kick your ass!”
Finally, a few of the employees and a bouncer made their way over to her table. He bent over and did his best to politely ask her to leave but this only angered Melody. She stood, wobbly but stood, and got in his face. “FUCK YOU” she yelled loudly. The bouncer grabbed her arm but she took the bottle she was just drinking and smashed it over his head. She tackled him to the ground and began throwing wild fists as more of the guests of the bar stepped in and attempted to pull her off. She hip tossed a woman in her mid-thirties and then, as if she was in a wrestling ring, attempted to dropkick another.
“See, I don’t need to go to wrestling school I am fine. I’m a wrestling icon! A legend. A FUCKING MAIN EVENTER – “
It was the last line she remembered before she hit the ground hard. The rest of the bar looked on as Melody was motionless, apparently passing out. The bouncer stood and then uses his foot to shake her as he said she needed to leave. Finally, the owner ordered her to be dragged to the side walk and a cab was called. Where would she end up? He didn’t care. Neither did Melody. It was another successful night. And in her own, twisted mind – it was the perfect way to kick off her comeback to CWD.
She’s back, bitches.
He’s a joke, a cartoon character come to life. The guy must think it’s still 1980 and this is the territory system because all the stuff that comes from his mouth is nostalgic bullshit. Dude, you run your mouth more than a Kardashian. You talk about your school and the good old days, and spit trash about how my generation is ruining the business. Let me tell you who is ruining the business – You and everyone like you. Every time you open your mouth about high spots and how ‘we are working to fast, another young kid wanting to get into the business loses his confidence.”
She runs a hand through her hair and sighs. Another puff on her cigarette, another sip of beer, and it gives Melody the chance to rest her face in her hand.
“It’s the kind of attitude that almost made me quit. It’s you people that make me so pissed off that I want to rip my hair out. In a way though, I guess maybe I can find some joy in kicking the shit out of you in the ring. It allows me the chance to blow off some steam and get back in the swing of things at the same time. "
It was now apparent that Melody was getting more and more loaded as the time passed. Her promo began to become more and more of a rant than a coherent line of thoughts. She was now on her third cigarette since the video started recording and she was now on her second third or fourth shot. Another beer cracked open as she continued her slew of venomous words.
“Oh and that fucking title? That California Heritage Title? Coming home to me. Next week. Week after that. Don’t matter after I bitch slap this Generic Heel I’m going to bitch slap whoever is walking around with my title?
Is Kendrick Kross still employed here? I wanna bitch slap him too. Equinox. Bitch slapped. I’m going to fuck em all up just wait and see….”
She was slurring her words now. Her eyes were heavy. She was close to blacking out. Another shot. Another drink. Another drag on her cigarette. She was close.
“And fuck your school. Fuck you bitch. Nobody wants to go to your stupid Generic school was being a LOSER! I’m going to kick your ass!”
Finally, a few of the employees and a bouncer made their way over to her table. He bent over and did his best to politely ask her to leave but this only angered Melody. She stood, wobbly but stood, and got in his face. “FUCK YOU” she yelled loudly. The bouncer grabbed her arm but she took the bottle she was just drinking and smashed it over his head. She tackled him to the ground and began throwing wild fists as more of the guests of the bar stepped in and attempted to pull her off. She hip tossed a woman in her mid-thirties and then, as if she was in a wrestling ring, attempted to dropkick another.
“See, I don’t need to go to wrestling school I am fine. I’m a wrestling icon! A legend. A FUCKING MAIN EVENTER – “
It was the last line she remembered before she hit the ground hard. The rest of the bar looked on as Melody was motionless, apparently passing out. The bouncer stood and then uses his foot to shake her as he said she needed to leave. Finally, the owner ordered her to be dragged to the side walk and a cab was called. Where would she end up? He didn’t care. Neither did Melody. It was another successful night. And in her own, twisted mind – it was the perfect way to kick off her comeback to CWD.
She’s back, bitches.
