Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]
Welcome to The Pitt. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Add Reply
Rebel Declaration....
Topic Started: Sep 24 2015, 01:11 AM (62 Views)
Deleted User
[The sun shines high in the sky, indicating that it's around noon. The scene opens upon an open stretch of highway that is lined by the lush trees and green countryside of Sussex county, New Jersey. The camera pans until it comes to rest upon a lone, familiar woman leaning against a parked red and blue personalized chopper. Sporting tight leather pants, a studded motorcycle jacket with matching knee high boots, a white Atreyu T-shirt, heavy chain belt with a massive silver buckle had the word "REBEL" stamped into it, chrome aviator shades, and black gloves is none other than Melinda Rhodes. Her blond streaked, raven black tresses blow gently in the breeze as she regards the camera through those shades.]

Mel: At Pitt number three, I found myself in a rare position. I've been in submission holds before. I've been choked, had my joints twisted up, and all kinds of equally nasty loveliness. Pain comes with the business, but I've never in my wildest dreams, ever stolen a victory from the jaws of certain defeat. Yet it occurs to me that last show was also a night of firsts....

[She removes the shades from her face, those dark shadowed brown eyes staring directly into the camera as it draws in closer to her.]

...Nobody has ever just let me win. Kijo, I understand the message you tried to send through me. Clear as day. It wasn't about winning or losing for you. You don't care about these things, you only care about one thing. You want to feed off of the fear of others. You could have ended that match at anytime, but instead you prolongued the suffering for as long as you could.

[With one hand, Mel folds the shades up and slips them into her jacket breast pocket.]

I survived the match, but on terms you dictated. That's how much control you had in that match and that, Kijo, is a scary thing to really think about. Everything that's happened has been according to some design that we mere mortals can't even hope to fathom. Why you want my friend, Mallory, so much, I don't know and how you got a match with Molly O'Hatherine when she's clearly hurt... God I have to question Sebastian DeBlanc on that one, but then I've been suspiscious of the man from day one.

[Mel crosses one leg over the other.]

Anybody that smooth is hiding something and alot of his choices have been questionable to say the least. I've seen alot of weak promises and half measures from the man and he always seems to do just enough to keep the pot from stirring out of control. If you ask me, it seems like he wants pure chaos... like he's getting his jollies off our misery.

[She sweeps one hand out to her side.]

For example, when Mallory Adroit got stabbed, he meets her at a diner and makes a real sincere apology for what happened. Now he had an extra show and could have postponed things until Mallory was fully healed up, but what's he do? Throws her at Kayla Livingstone knowing full well that she was hurting and not one hundred percent.

[Her hands drop down to rest on either side of her.]

And hell, when he fired that bitch Summer St. Clair from The Pitt, what did he do? He gave Angel Kash a second fucking chance! Like that parasite needs a second chance at anything in this promotion. She's a goddamn trillionaire. What the fuck is she doing here anyways? Go make a promotion, honey and pay them to lay down for you.

[The Rebel's head shakes slowly, her eyes averting to the pavement briefly. They then snap back to the camera.]

Boss, this goes directly to you. I sincerely want to believe that you mean well, but you've shown yourself as being way too intelligent to simply allow the bullshit that has happened here in The Pitt. You are either uncaring, unwilling, or unscrupulous as fuck. Which one is it, Sebastian? My friends are at risk in your ring and you put them in harms way whether they are ready for it or not. You have a bitch who thinks she's possessed by a demon threatening Mallory and anyone who is associated with her, including some of your own staff no less. You have another bitch who may have put Brandi Blaze out of the business permanently after breaking her hand and throwing her down a flight of fucking stairs. There's a demented fat bitch and her cheerleader pal attacking people backstage and leaving your tag team champions nearly broken.

Heh... I'm willing to bet that there's no record of Apathy being fined for stabbing Mallory either. You probably paid the entire bill just to keep the show going. You just told my friend whatever she wanted to hear just to get her to stick it out for as long as she can. Same goes for those Camera men that Valkyrie Lang attacked or those EMT's that Kiora Donovan put in the hospital. Have they been officially fined for their actions? I bet if we check their bank accounts, the answer will be an unsurprising big fat can of fuck no.


[The Rebel slams her fist into her palm.]

Do you know why I'm still here, Sebastian? Because I can't leave my friends in your crooked fucking hands. I can wipe my ass with a contract, but they are more valuable to me than a piece of paper. The sad thing is, I could probably run this promotion better than you ever have and I've only ran custom auto shops and a tattoo parlor. I may not have Angel Kash's money, but I definitely would know what the hell to do with this place. All Angel would ever do is wipe her nasty fucking cunt with it.

[She steps right up to the camera, getting face to face with it.]

Until then, book me like you're gonna' kill me because starting on the 29th, I'm going on a fucking TEAR. Apathy, I'm not going to repeat myself beyond these following words... Bitch I'm going to kick the living fuck out of you and make you regret the day you ever even THOUGHT the name Melinda Rhodes. You're no Cassidy Lee and you sure as fuck ain't Kijo. All you have are sob stories, guilt trips, and cheap tricks up your sleeves. Bring 'em on because you're going to need every goddamn one of them if you hope to beat me and Mallory.

[Pulling those shades from her pocket, Melinda slips them back on.]

...and Valkyrie, First day on the job and you get stuck in the ring against me. Maybe you think it's the other way around and I should be scared of you. Let me clue you in on something, I've faced people in this sport that would make you curl up and cry like a child in the middle of the ring. You come in here acting like the queen alpha bitch, kicking people and throwing guys around. Honey, it ain't nothing I haven't seen before. My advice to you is keep your fucking mouth shut, sit back, and let Apathy get whats coming to her if you've got even half a brain in your head.

[She slides the shades down her nose a bit, leaning in towards the camera for a perfect view of those intense brown eyes.]

Ms. Lang, if she slaps your hand and you don't slap her right back in the face to tag her ass back in, it won't matter how much strength you've got. I will beat you and keep beating on you until you tag that fucking bitch back into the ring. It's nothing personal, but I hate Apathy with so much passion that if you got in my way, it'll end obscenely bad for you. September 29th, at the now infamous Pitt Arena... Apathy, wear some diapers because all that shit you're full of? Yeah I'm beating it out of you.

[Mel slides those shades back up the ridge of her nose and turns away from the camera, heading straight for her bike. Straddling it, she hops up and gives the old chopper a good hard kick start, followed by a second, until a third finally fires the engine up. With a roar, the chopper immediately takes off down the road, Melinda throwing a three finger salute up in the air. We fade to black.]
Deleted User

Quote Post Goto Top
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
« Previous Topic · Archives · Next Topic »
Add Reply