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Clearing the Air... a little; Valkyrie & Solgaard vs Rhodes & Lee
Topic Started: Dec 17 2015, 11:17 AM (81 Views)
Rob
------------- Elixr Coffee Roaster - Philadelphia, PA - December 15th - 2015 Camera Off ------------

[We're back in a familiar setting -- the Elixr Coffee Roaster. It's business as usual for the establishment: the chorus of different conversations being held simultaneously, the clicking of keyboards on laptops, and, of course, the scent of fresh coffee. Melinda Rhodes sits at the same booth she had met Spade at last time, seemingly lost in thought as she drinks her coffee. She's attired in a hooded red and blue leather jacket, white T-shirt, black leather vest, tight fitting blue jeans, and motorcycle boots. She's seemingly at piece... until a very familiar voice catches her attention. Sweet as honey yet dark as night.]

Voice: Sorry I took so long. Wanted to build up the suspense.

[In that moment, Cassidy Lee sits across from a wide-eyed Melinda at the booth. On this occasion, Cassidy is wearing a black leather biker-style jacket, black knitted sweater, black jeans, and knee-high boots. Her Cherry Coke locks are tied up in a top knot.]

Cassidy: Surprise!

[The Rebel looks up at her, tense and on edge.]

Mel: I would ask you how you knew I was here, but you have an odd knack for this sort of thing.

Cassidy: Am I not supposed to know my sister's schedule? And besides, it figures that you'd come here.

Mel: Oh, and how's that?

Cassidy: It's so... [sneers] ruggedly post-modern. So you. Anyway...

[Cassidy snaps into a sweet smile, leaning forward, making direct eye contact with her sister.]

Cassidy: I never really got a chance to tell you that I missed you. I mean, it's one thing to do it in an arena full of people... but so up close and intimate like this? It's priceless. We rarely get to share these kinds of moments.

[An evil gleam shines in Cassidy's hazel eyes as her tone becomes playfully sarcastic.]

Cassidy: I wonder why.

[Mel takes in a breath and sits up in her seat.]

Mel: Ok Cass. You tend to like bouncing my head off shit for starters. You've attacked my friends in the past, you tend to want to cause emotional suffering for no damn reason, and for some reason, you think this is supposed to toughen me up. You prey on my feelings, my sympathies, and at the same respect, then turn around and question why I'm suspicious. I held out a small hope that maybe, just maybe, times have changed and you might have had time to reflect on shit. I know I have. Is this really all you want out of life?

[She takes a sip from her coffee and sets it down on the table.]

Mel: Haven't you ever aspired to be something more than just a conniving bitch of brute force and animal intent? I get that you like the whole getting back to nature thing, but fuck... Cassidy, you're a grown woman and so am I. We're also the last of our family. I'd like to have some peaceful relation with who is left. Mallory tells me I should give up on you. Molly? She hates your guts and wants to see you dead for what you did to her friend, Lucy. When I think of all the shit that has gone down over the years, the case just gets stronger and stronger against you, sis. Why should I care when all you want to do is tear me down?

[Mel stays calm, but the fury is there in her eyes as she maintains an otherwise cool demeanor in public.]

Mel: Dad's heartattack? Brought on by you. Aunt Helen's stroke and subsequent death, assisted by you. You may not realize it, but if she weren't weakened by the stroke from the attack by Iris Galiver that YOU perpetrated on her, the Cancer she had wouldn't have killed her. She'd have survived and still be here. Do you realize how big an impact that woman had on my life? How important she was to me?

[The veneer cracks ever so slightly, but the Rebel stays strong, her jaw set.]

Mel: ...and yet I still want to try and make this work. I must be a special kind of stupid, huh?

[Cassidy shrugs and leans back in her seat, her smile becoming more of a smirk.]

Cassidy: When you put it that way, it does sound kind of harsh. I think you're giving me way too much credit, though, Mel. I appreciate it, but... I never thought that far ahead. Don't look at me when it comes to "my" father's heart attack. Lack of healthy eating habits and alcoholism will do that after all.

[Melinda glowers at Cassidy. The Pretty Hate Machine continued on without missing a beat.]

Cassidy: ...and cancer? Again, better health practices and not smoking in the first place would have saved your precious Aunt Helen. Good thing we're both straight edge, right, sis?

Well... one of us, anyway.

[Cassidy shoots her sister a sarcastic smile, remembering the Rebel's brief bout with popping pills.]

Cassidy: Leaving Aunt Helen with Iris Galiver? That was a poor decision on my part, I'll admit that. Lucy Hawke? Completely my fault. The physical tortures, the brutality, all the blood you lost, blame that all on me.

See a theme here, Mel? Not everything's my fault.

[Cassidy's eyes lower towards the table, arms folded over her chest.]

Cassidy: I'm only a Goddess in the wrestling ring. Trust me... if I had the powers to give people heart attacks and cancer, there would be a whole lot more people in this world dead and buried.

[Melinda takes a sip from her coffee cup.]

Mel: Fair enough... maybe I was going a little far blaming you for their deaths, but you didn't exactly help the situation either. You say this is supposed to build me up and make me a better person. Let's see it from your perspective, why do you think I'd be a better woman after your surprise attacks and beatings you've perpetrated on me. Let's not forget that you tried to choke me to death with my own throat.

[She rubs that small scar on her neck, which brings out a wicked smile from Cassidy.]

Cassidy: Why? Why you ask? Look at what has become of you since I showed up. In just a few short weeks, you've already turned your situation around with victory after victory. You represented well at Carnage Wrestling with your victory over that welfare simpleton, Charity Jones, though you didn't finish the job. She was able to walk away from the match...

[Cassidy waves her finger back and forth at Mel while shaking her head.]

Cassidy: Naughty naughty... no survivors, Sister.

[Mel leans back in her chair, one arm hanging over the back of it. She shifts a bit in the table, crossing one leg over the other as she takes another sip of the Bavarian blend coffee.]

Mel: I was you only once, Cass. I'll never be you again.

[Suddenly Cassidy laughs brightly, waving her hand.]

Cassidy: Ha... interesting sense of humor you have there. No, even on your darkest day were you ever on my level, Rhodes.

[Mel's eyebrow arched.]

Mel: I've kicked your ass more than once, Cassidy. Only two of those times counted, in the number one contendership for the WildKard Championship and for the Queen of Hearts in ACE. I may not have liked what I had to become to do it, but I remember the end of the match.

Cassidy: How could I forget? We beat each other so badly that we were practically leaning on one another at the end of the whole ordeal. You and I went through the cage wall... we fought to the back. Fought all over the backstage area, leaving spatters of blood everywhere we went. We even wound up on that god forsaken catwalk above the arena lights.

Mel: Then we fell off the cat walk, landed on the lighting pylons. Got up and kept fighting. Brought the damn rig down on the cell. Then we both went through the top of the cage. Somehow you didn't kill me in that move.

Cassidy: Then we got up and both of us fell forward into each other and together, we held each other up with our chins on each other's shoulders, barely able to stand. Do you remember what I said, Melinda? What I whispered in your ear?

[Her eyelids lowered, Mel's eyes looking towards the table. She starts to say something, her hand lifting and then falling into her lap.]

Cassidy: ... I said to you, "I love you and I'm proud of you. Now let's finish this."

[The Rebel takes in a deep breath.]

Cassidy: We pushed apart, you spun, caught, and dropped me with your Shot in the Dark and got the pin, one, two, three. I needed you to finish me because my heart was no longer in it. I needed to get away, see the world, and live life. I just didn't count on having to wait through a short little coma first.

[Mel's voice takes a soft tone as she replies to Cassidy's confession.]

Mel: It was another trick you were playing on me. Had to be. People don't do things like you do to show love and affection.

Cassidy: Of course not! Don't be absurd. No, in the beginning it all started as hate and maybe just a "bit" of jealousy... although, looking back, I'm not sure what I had to be jealous of, exactly.

[The Rebel rolls her eyes as Cassidy smirks at her after that mild cheap shot.]

Cassidy: Seriously, though, I am a big enough woman now that I can admit to being jealous of what you squandered with your father. Of the easy life you threw away in contrast to the painful one I endured. You had everything I wanted and more, minus those godawful tattoos. You and that wretched ink! Bah!

[With a smirk, Mel fires back.]

Mel: Fuck you, I love my ink and the stories attached to each piece of art.

Cassidy: Fuck me, you say? I think we played that game once if you remember. That wasn't exactly your favorite.

[The Pretty Hate Machine waggled her brows and shot her an evil grin. Mel just scowled at her.]

Mel: You're really going to go there aren't you?

Cassidy: Everything I ever did brought out the absolute best in you, Melinda. Before I did it out of spite. Now, I do it because you clearly need it. Apathy took you down far too easily in the first round of that silly tournament The Pitt threw together, a tournament that proved nothing when you look at the outcome of it.

Mel: I don't need to be tortured to be better.

Cassidy: You and me, we thrive off of pain and misery. The sooner you accept that, the easier it'll be for the both of us.

[Cassidy rose from her seat.]

Cassidy: Now I think I've wasted enough time and breath for one day. Just make sure that when we step into the ring together as team mates, you remember whose side I am on this time.

[Mel narrowed her gaze a bit at Cassidy.]

Mel: ...and you do the same.

-------------- CAMERA ON - The Pitt Studio - December 17th, 2015 --------------

The scene begins with The Rebel leaning her back against that spray painted brick wall, it's massive black ink "PITT" label on display. She's wearing that same hooded, red & blue leather motorcycle jacket from yesterday, a black dress shirt, silver leather pants, and knee high boots. Her arms and legs are both crossed as she regards the camera through a pair of mirror aviator sunshades. Her blond streaked, raven black hair hangs loose and free, parted slightly off center so that her long bangs partially cover one side of her face. Her ruby red lips part as she addresses the camera.

I've wanted to face the Valkyrie for quite some time now. Not because I don't like her or anything like that, but because that woman represents a mountain to climb. I was hoping our first encounter would be a solo affair, but standing beside her is the ever indecisive Tora Solgaard, who I don't regard as highly due to her wishy washy nature. I really wish she'd pick a side of the fence and stick to it, I mean it's one thing to be upset at being an after thought. It's another to go kicking bitches while they are down, which is something more akin to what my tag partner for the evening... my sister... would do.

The Rebel sighs softly and pulls those shades from her face, revealing those heavily shadowed dark brown eyes.

I know why this match came together. Me and Cassidy mopped the floor with three other women without even really communicating with each other and that's because of one key factor. She and I know one another that well. We were in a situation, all eyes on us. Only one thing to do. Divide and conquer. We didn't have to spell it out or think about it. We just did it.

Tonight, we're going to be forced to do the same thing all over again. I won't lie. The last time me and my sister tagged, I wound up taking a long trip down the darkside that I'm still recovering from almost four years later. God it's almost Christmas? Where did all that time fly off to?


Mel chuckles softly as she hangs her shades in the neckline of her shirt, her eyes averting to the floor.

Probably went flying somewhere warm. It's cold as fuck in Jersey and Pittsburgh right now. I wouldn't blame it one bit.

She looks back at the camera.

Valkyrie & Tora, I know you're both going to be looking to try and capitalize on the mistrust between me and my sister, Cassidy. You'd be wise to do so, but here's the thing. We're more than mortal enemies, we're family and we know each other very well. Foolish, though it may be, I actually believe I can trust her this once and I will tell you one reason why. Cassidy Lee doesn't like to lose and neither do I. Maybe after the match she'll pull something, but during the match... no, not so much.

Tora, you were there. You saw with your own eyes what we did to three other women who weren't on the same page. There's only two of you and what I saw from you, Tora, didn't impress me all that much. Maybe you'll shine tonight, but you're up against two of the most dangerous and violent women in the sport of wrestling. Two who are united for one night and one night only, to prove who really is the best at what they do.


The Rebel pushes off of the wall and sashays herself up and close to the camera.

...and Valkyrie, you're a strong woman. You wouldn't be the champion if you weren't, but you have never faced a bitch like me. On December 23rd, me and my sister are going to give you both a very special Christmas gift. Defeat. Merry Christmas, Great Dane.

Mel then gives the camera lens a quick kiss, smudging the view. She backs up, gives a wave of her hand, and steps off camera, ending the scene with a fade to black.
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