
| The Rebel in a Shark Tank... | |
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| Melinda Rhodes | Jul 4 2016, 01:01 AM Post #1 |
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The sound of crickets chirping is heard from the blackness of the open night along with the rustle of tree branches as a gentle breeze danced through them. The noise implied that the camera was set in a forest somewhere. “We got a saint, a sinner, a certified doctor, two legendary heavy hitters, a mercenary, a self-proclaimed Goddess and then there's lil' old me...,” said the voice of a woman with a slightly rough, deep contralto tone. A match was lit in the darkness giving illumination to the pale face of a woman, her lips curled into a wry grin as she stared back from what seemed like an abyss surrounding her. She tossed the match to her right and a small fire lit upon the ground. The fire light gave the camera much more to work with, revealing more of this unknown female and the forest clearing she stood within. She stood at one point eight meters or five feet and eleven inches tall for the less metrically inclined, with blond streaked, jet black hair, and countless tattoos wherever skin was exposed from the neck down. Her full lips were painted a fine ruby red, her face rounded with a strong jawline, and her dark brown eyes made to stand out with dark smokey eye-shadow. She decided to wear a yellow Kokoro GP T-shirt, tight fitting custom blue jeans, a wide black leather belt looped through two loops on her left hip that sported a large steel Rebel belt buckle, fingerless red racing gloves, and finally strapped knee high motorcycle boots. “I'm Melinda Rhodes,” she said, “and in this competition, I'm the little piranha in a tank full of sharks. Everyone here has had countless accolades attached to their names and if they don't have a legacy, then they are well on their way to making one. Some have told me that this is a fools errand and that I shouldn't even try, but then I wouldn't have earned the right to call myself the Rebel if I didn't take chances and defy the odds before me.” She stepped around the fire, putting it between herself and the camera as she stared into those flames. “If I didn't take a chance, I'd have never reached the heights I did in a little wrestling promotion that set up shop in Atlantic City, New Jersey's famous Boardwalk hall. I'd have never won each and every prize that the company had to offer and make a name for myself despite everything, including the promoter herself being against me from the moment I set foot in her promotion.” Melinda squatted down in front of the fire, resting tattooed elbows on her knees as she continued to stare into that fire as if mesmerized by it. “Yet unlike most of the competitors here, my defining moment came at the sacrifice of my own ideals and beliefs. My greatest accomplishment was winning the ACE Queen of Hearts championship, but I had to sell my soul to get it and I never let myself get over that. I never forgave myself the many sins I committed when I sold out and became The Rebel Queen. I flushed away every good thing I ever did, betrayed my friends, and hurt those close to me because I wanted that gold so bad.” A genuine sorrow shined through as she clasped her hands together, and looked down from the fire to the dirt and grass beneath her boot clad feet. “I threw everything away over a piece of metal and a leather strap,” She took in a breath and then let out a sardonic chuckle, “Then what happened a mere few weeks later? After facing a rival of three years in a brutal pay per view match that had us both fighting inside a steel cage, busting through that cage, and then battling throughout the whole building until finally we fall off the cat walk and bring the entire lighting rig down with us right on top of that steel cage. After all the betrayals, the heart aches, and pain?” Those eyes lift up from the ground and look back into the camera with a hardened gaze. “I walk into a situation that is so embarrassing and humiliating not just for the woman perpetrating it in front of a live audience, but also for me having the misfortune to see it first hand. I won't go into details but let's just say, it suddenly made everything not worth the money it was printed by. I wound up paying a huge fine and leaving Atlantic City Entertainment in disgrace. So in the end, was it worth it? Maybe as a learning experience, but if I had it to do all over again, I wouldn't have sold out my principles for the quick and easy path ever again.” She adjusted the glove on her hand, flexing her fingers a bit in the process. Picking up a loose pine cone, she tossed it into the fire and let it's scent fill the air with the sweet scent they are known for. “I've had an uphill battle since my return to wrestling and it's been a bit less than glamorous to say the least. The Pitt has been a blessing and a curse in that, up until very recently, it was ran by a petty, vindictive son of a bitch who basically had it in for me from day one and even had someone I had become close friends with over the course of The Pitt's life put in a coma via her getting thrown through the windshield of a speeding car. Thankfully, he's getting his just desserts in court as a result.” Melinda rose to a stand and started to pace around the fire as she brought the discussion back on point about Kokoro GP. “In this competition, nearly each and every wrestler here has had great accomplishments and moments in their careers, but now, I look to have my own career defining moment as I stand tall against The Saint, The Sinner, The Doctor, The Legends, The Mercenary, and The Goddess... A Rebel looking for redemption and maybe even a little salvation. Once upon a time, I thought I was great, but in retrospect, maybe I never was.” Melinda lowered herself down onto her knees in front of the fire, the flickering flames dancing behind her and yet in the view finder, she noticed it had an interesting effect, looking as if they were dancing on her shoulders and head. She placed her gloved hands on her denim clad thighs. “I'm barely a speck in the shadow of Tobias Burden, a man who has literally done it all in his career and yet still wants one more reminder of why he is the most brutal and destructive man in this sport, both to himself and those who dare to stand against him.” “Andrew F'N Carnage? Name me an ass he hasn't beat and he'd tell you he'll get around to it eventually. A brick shithouse and giant of a man, especially when compared to me and with a long list of accomplishments that even include a seven year undefeated Chili Cookoff championship streak,” She chuckled brightly at even mentioning it, “He can take a serious beating unlike no other and I'm wondering if I'll have to drop a transmission on his ass if we face off in that ring in Saitama.” “Then there's a lovely lady I've gotten to know mainly through twitter. I've seen a couple of her matches recently and one word pops through my pretty lil' head and that is brutal. Saint Saito, the New Ace of Professional Wrestling and one of the few people I'd think twice before going into a brawl with because I've seen her damn near kick a couple heads off. Her attitude may suck, but you better respect that tiny, dangerous woman when she hits that wrestling ring. She's a bomb going off and if you're in that ring? You're standing at ground zero and taking a five hundred megaton ass beating if you're not up to muster.” She smirked a bit and slapped at a bug biting her neck. Those Jersey woods are full of insect life afterall. “Another fighting female I have great respect for is Gaia Galanos, who I think is wrestling for UKWF. I remember her mainly from her time in GPW and let me tell you something, that woman is one of the strongest ladies in the sport. If she and I cross, I definitely won't be trying to match that strength. I've watched her out muscle a woman who had five inches and roughly a hundred pounds on her and she tossed that bitch like a Frisbee! Imagine what she'd do to a more normal proportioned chick such as myself.” The Rebel pointed at herself for implication and motioned at her rather slim, athletic frame. “Amy Jo Smyth I only just recently started to follow a bit of and again, her resume is a lot thicker than mine, with lots of shiny belts that either have or have had her name on them at one point or another. Outside of her accolades and her alternate titles of 'The Good Doctor' and 'Doctor of Submissions' I don't know much about her, but I'll learn who AJS is soon enough when she hits that ring. Anyone who has a recognized PhD in submissions has to be pretty dangerous in the ring, afterall.” Melinda rubbed her chin a bit as she thought about the two remaining competitors before weighing in her thoughts. “I'm sorry if I don't give Elsa Thorne and Donovan Davenport their due, but I barely know anything about either of them. All I know about Donny D is that he's a big sum bitch with mercenary tendencies. Elsa, on the other hand, I have heard rumors about the Darkstar Dungeon in Florida and back in my indie days, I actually faced two different recruits from those places. One actually kicked my then inexperienced ass pretty good. The other is the reason I have this neck tattoo,” she pointed at the bed of roses on the right side of her neck, “Dude tried to bite and rip a chunk of meat out of my neck but I managed to knock his ass out before he got much further than leaving a nasty bite scar to cover up. So if those two are any indication, then it's going to be one hell of a fight against the woman who earned the name of Darkstar.” Mel decided then that with all the particulars now out of the way that she'd get to the point. “Against such talent, what chance does someone like me stand? This stacked deck is just that, stacked and yet here I am, braving this challenge. I won't let the size of the dog standing against me dictate whether I win or lose. The only thing size determines is how much pain I'll be feeling when the match is over, not who wins. Being bigger, just makes you an easier target to hit and I will hit hard with my fists, feet, head, whatever I can throw at you. I respect the martial ability and physical capabilities of each and every competitor that has joined me in this competition, but let me make one thing absolutely clear.” Reaching over, the Rebel gathers the camera up in her hand and rises to a stand, bringing it right up to her face as she turned to face the fire. Licks of flame danced in the reflection of her eyes as she drove home her final point. “This is about survival and I have survived things both in the ring and outside of the ring that'd make many of the bravest and hardest souls cringe. My mother died giving birth to me, my father died of a massive heart attack in his sleep, my brother was kicked out of the house for being a drug abusing piece of human garbage, and my aunt was brutally attacked by a knife wielding bitch with the mind of a three year old and the morality of a serial killer. She died of a stroke last year. I've been beaten, burned, stabbed, scalded, had my ribs kicked in god knows how many times, been strangled in countless ways, psychologically raped, and physically broken in more ways than you can possibly imagine, but I keep getting back up, I keep fighting, and I keep living even when I really shouldn't have. My rebellion isn't a cause, it's a way of life because I rebel against the spirit of defeat and death itself. I go out into the world everyday and say to both God and the Devil that neither one is going to take me dead or alive, because in the end, I will live until the day I choose to stop breathing.” A dangerous smile separated those full ruby lips, giving her features quite the edge as she tilted her head forward slightly. “You can't kill me... I will not die... not now. Not ever. No... Never and if you try, then all you'll hear is my victory song as I storm the gates and beat your ass like a steel drum at a Caribbean beach party. I respect many of you and even admire some of you, but when the referee points to the time keeper and the bell chimes, if you're in the ring against me, then your ass belongs to Melinda Rhodes.” She then gave the camera a little wave with her free hand. “See you at Saitama, Japan everybody and may the best fighter be the one that survives till the bitter end.” With a soft beep, the footage ended with an instant cut. Edited by Melinda Rhodes, Jul 4 2016, 02:25 AM.
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