Post by Melody Marshall on Jan 18, 2018 16:11:48 GMT -8
Music: "Wall Of Glass" - Liam Gallagher
Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end. That was a saying her mother always preached. It was also the lyrics to some shitty song from the 90s that her brother would play nonstop. But those words loosely formed into a sentence never held greater meaning that right now. Here she stood, dressed to compete with her makeup done and hair perfect, in a new place the locals dubbed Global Wrestling Division. It was her chance to show the world what she was made of. It wasn’t “the big time” by any means, but it was a growing organization with a passionate community behind it. “Do well here and you will become a star” she was told before she signed her contract.
Nervous? Nah, not by a long shot. She had debuted in front of a crowd who probably didn’t know her name before. She had flown halfway across the world and make more times than she could count. She left a legacy in Japan. She had done a lot but standing in front of this camera, ready to deliver a promo, she knew how important it was. Did she know her opponent? Nope. But she would make up some shit on the fly. That’s what wrestlers do. They sell tickets, they entertain, and they make people want to see her. She was good at that. She was comfortable. She closed her eyes and flashed a smirk before folding her arms.
She cleared her throat.
“Weird. Where do I even begin? My name is Melody Marshall. You can call me Battle Angel, the Rock N Roll Princess, Full Heart – doesn’t really matter. I’ve earned a bunch of nicknames over the years but none of that really matters because here I am, a basic unknown to all of you. And I dig that. I thrive on that. I like being the unknown because, let’s be honest, to a handful of you I’m just another ‘pretty face’ trying to make it in this business. I smile. I take pictures. I get in the ring and give it the old ‘college try’. I’m a woman swimming in a water full of sharks.
Luckily, I can swim pretty damn well.
But I’m here, Global Wrestling Division – GWD – I’m here and I’m ready to walk down that aisle and showcase what I’m made of. I’m ready to show the world what I can do but I have a bit of a problem. I need an opponent. I need someone to dance with. Enter Adi Gold.”
Melody runs her right hand through her hair as a small grin appears on her face. A small groan leaves her mouth.
“Adi, it’s nothing against you but to say I was a bit disappointed when I found out I was facing you would be a bit of an understatement. I didn’t travel 1,000 miles across the world to face a spoiled little brat. I came here to face the best. I came to GWD to become champion. It doesn’t matter if I face a woman or a man, I just want to face the best.”
The words she spoke were truthful. Melody did feel a bit angry when she was told who she would be facing. Yes, Adi was solid. She seemed to have good training and she could compete with the best of them but felt like her attitude was a bit….snobbish? She wasn’t sure if that was the right word or not but Melody knew girls like Adi before. The kind of high society, silver spoon fed debutants made her life a living hell growing up. On the bright side, maybe she wasn’t getting the “best of the best” but it be nice to punch Adi in the face and teach her a bit of a lesson in being humble.
“I saw what happened last week. You lost and what is the first thing you do? Not accept defeat. Not go back and try to figure out why you lost and what you can do Melody better. Nope. You ran your mouth on Twitter about how it was a fast count and ‘don’t you know who my daddy is?’ It’s disgusting, literally stomach turning. I want to puke. It’s girls like you who get into this business hoping for easy street to fame and fortune that make me question why I try so fucking hard.
Maybe, once I am done kicking your teeth down your throat, you will see the bright light and get the hell out of the wrestling business. Go make shitty hallmark movies with the chick from Full House. I don’t care what you do just stay the hell out of the business I care so much about.”
Though not noticeable before as she had just been speaking directly into the camera, noise began to filter through. The camera pans outwards and reveals a much larger scene. Melody was glad in ring gear. The SCCW Rising Star Championship was around her waist. She folded her arms and began walking towards the camera which continued backward. She was backstage at some random arena in some random town. It was another indy booking she had taken. She stepped forward and stopped. She points towards a black curtain.
“See, through that curtain is a crowd of people who have paid hard earned money to see professional wrestling. They don’t care how I look. They don’t care if I am a man or woman. All they care about is seeing each and every one who enters that ring give everything they got. I’m good at that. I’m good at giving every last drop I have to the crowd. So Adi, I leave you with this. When the time comes and we are left alone in the ring to duke it out until one of us can no longer fight, what are you going to do? Are you going to take it serious? Are you going to try your hardest? Or…are you just going to be another dumb bimbo probably fucking the boss if it means getting your stupid face on the next poster?”
She smirks and is about to walk through the curtain but stops.
“Oh and tell daddy his burgers suck.”
Nervous? Nah, not by a long shot. She had debuted in front of a crowd who probably didn’t know her name before. She had flown halfway across the world and make more times than she could count. She left a legacy in Japan. She had done a lot but standing in front of this camera, ready to deliver a promo, she knew how important it was. Did she know her opponent? Nope. But she would make up some shit on the fly. That’s what wrestlers do. They sell tickets, they entertain, and they make people want to see her. She was good at that. She was comfortable. She closed her eyes and flashed a smirk before folding her arms.
She cleared her throat.
“Weird. Where do I even begin? My name is Melody Marshall. You can call me Battle Angel, the Rock N Roll Princess, Full Heart – doesn’t really matter. I’ve earned a bunch of nicknames over the years but none of that really matters because here I am, a basic unknown to all of you. And I dig that. I thrive on that. I like being the unknown because, let’s be honest, to a handful of you I’m just another ‘pretty face’ trying to make it in this business. I smile. I take pictures. I get in the ring and give it the old ‘college try’. I’m a woman swimming in a water full of sharks.
Luckily, I can swim pretty damn well.
But I’m here, Global Wrestling Division – GWD – I’m here and I’m ready to walk down that aisle and showcase what I’m made of. I’m ready to show the world what I can do but I have a bit of a problem. I need an opponent. I need someone to dance with. Enter Adi Gold.”
Melody runs her right hand through her hair as a small grin appears on her face. A small groan leaves her mouth.
“Adi, it’s nothing against you but to say I was a bit disappointed when I found out I was facing you would be a bit of an understatement. I didn’t travel 1,000 miles across the world to face a spoiled little brat. I came here to face the best. I came to GWD to become champion. It doesn’t matter if I face a woman or a man, I just want to face the best.”
The words she spoke were truthful. Melody did feel a bit angry when she was told who she would be facing. Yes, Adi was solid. She seemed to have good training and she could compete with the best of them but felt like her attitude was a bit….snobbish? She wasn’t sure if that was the right word or not but Melody knew girls like Adi before. The kind of high society, silver spoon fed debutants made her life a living hell growing up. On the bright side, maybe she wasn’t getting the “best of the best” but it be nice to punch Adi in the face and teach her a bit of a lesson in being humble.
“I saw what happened last week. You lost and what is the first thing you do? Not accept defeat. Not go back and try to figure out why you lost and what you can do Melody better. Nope. You ran your mouth on Twitter about how it was a fast count and ‘don’t you know who my daddy is?’ It’s disgusting, literally stomach turning. I want to puke. It’s girls like you who get into this business hoping for easy street to fame and fortune that make me question why I try so fucking hard.
Maybe, once I am done kicking your teeth down your throat, you will see the bright light and get the hell out of the wrestling business. Go make shitty hallmark movies with the chick from Full House. I don’t care what you do just stay the hell out of the business I care so much about.”
Though not noticeable before as she had just been speaking directly into the camera, noise began to filter through. The camera pans outwards and reveals a much larger scene. Melody was glad in ring gear. The SCCW Rising Star Championship was around her waist. She folded her arms and began walking towards the camera which continued backward. She was backstage at some random arena in some random town. It was another indy booking she had taken. She stepped forward and stopped. She points towards a black curtain.
“See, through that curtain is a crowd of people who have paid hard earned money to see professional wrestling. They don’t care how I look. They don’t care if I am a man or woman. All they care about is seeing each and every one who enters that ring give everything they got. I’m good at that. I’m good at giving every last drop I have to the crowd. So Adi, I leave you with this. When the time comes and we are left alone in the ring to duke it out until one of us can no longer fight, what are you going to do? Are you going to take it serious? Are you going to try your hardest? Or…are you just going to be another dumb bimbo probably fucking the boss if it means getting your stupid face on the next poster?”
She smirks and is about to walk through the curtain but stops.
“Oh and tell daddy his burgers suck.”
