Post by Melancholy on Jul 19, 2019 20:12:34 GMT -5
mel • an • chol • y
• adjective
“having a feeling of melancholy; sad and pensive.”
Example: “they felt a little melancholy.”
Spinning around a metal pole on a black floored stripper stage is found Melancholy. She swings her head around as her hair flows in the wind while she twirls around the pole. She leans forward and flings her head forward before flipping it back up. She runs her hand through her red locks while blowing a kiss to the camera.
[MELANCHOLY]
Hi ladies and gentlemen… I’m the scarlet knockout and I will knock you out!
She lowers her foot on the stage and squats down while leaning against the pole while keeping her thighs spread open.
[MELANCHOLY]
Yours truly is entering a 30-person battle royal to crown Trinity Wrestling’s first-ever World Champion. World Champion means so much. What does the term champion even mean? As a noun, champion is defined as “a person who has defeated or surpassed all rivals in a competition, especially in sports.” I think anybody who capable of defeating 30 other men and women deserves to be World Champion. It’s no secret I’m stepping in this battle royal with my man Alex Scott, but I want to impress the heads of Trinity Wrestling just as much as him, if not a little bit more.
Melancholy slides her hands down her thighs and stops at her knees. She pushes her legs close and tilts her body to the side.
[MELANCHOLY]
I agree with Alex’s opinions about this other companies. Companies like FWA who are utterly disrespectful and just mean! You don’t know half these people and yet, you’re running your mouths like you’re undefeated? I don’t see any titles on any of you except Noah Hanson. Please, give me a break and sit down before you wreck yourselves!
She raises her right hand to her hair and brushes the hair out from over her eyes.
[MELANCHOLY]
I could go on and on about FWA, but why? Alex already outed people. He stated what needed to be stated and that’s a Trinity Wrestling’s wrestler needs to win the title, period.
Melancholy starts to slide her legs across on the stage and displays the splits. She leans her back on the stage runs her hands through her hair. She sits up while still in the split position.
[MELANCHOLY]
I don’t really have a set agenda for this match. Just like when I used to strip daily, I never had a set routine. I always went out on stage and just winged it and I plan on doing the same thing in the thirty persons battle royal. However, I do have one goal I would like to accomplish in this battle royal and that is to be the last woman standing. I don’t care when the other women get eliminated, or if I in the final two of thirty people, but I want to be the last woman standing! By outlasting all the other women in this match, I will have a foot over them. I could even go as far as say I’m the best woman in Trinity Wrestling. That is better than any title they could put on me. When it does come to picking a new number one contender for either titles, I would have a leg up on the other women.
She leans to her side and raises her right leg above her head as she runs her fingers down her flesh.
[MELANCHOLY]
LITERALLY!
She sets her foot back down on the stage and keeps it in the kneeled position.
[MELANCHOLY]
But who are the women in this battle royal? We have Pandora, Miss Michelle, Madison Lewis, Claire Hawkins, Irina Ivanova, Kitty Petrova, Taysia Lattimore, and how can I forget the infamous of them all… Miss Kandi Washington? Eight other women in this battle royal and I’m the ninth. It doesn’t seem like a whole lot of women out of thirty, does it? It also doesn’t mean it’ll take much for me to outlast them all, especially if they are all bundled up in order of entries into the battle royal.
She scoots down off the stage and sets her feet on the club’s floor. She spreads her legs open and slides her hand up the inner thigh of her right leg.
[MELANCHOLY]
One of the ladies, who by the way is not all about Trinity Wrestling, in this match is a woman of power in her other company. She knows how a real woman is supposed to get ahead in the world. She alleged calls herself, ‘the red queen, but I call her a Russian mail order bride. Yes, Irina Ivanova, I am going there. Most women from Russia enter into this country through marriage. Women like you give women like me a bad name. I tried my best to give you credit where credit is deserved, but then I woke up. I pinched myself and saw the real you. I saw somebody who is just a slut. A lay on her back type of slut in this world. I’m sure everything you’ve ever gotten in this world had to do with how you received your Green card, or are you under a work visa? Don’t perjury yourself, sweetie because the truth is easy to acquire.
She purses her lips together and blows a kiss.
[MELANCHOLY]
You know how it is to be the “top” female in a company; well, I want to know that exact feeling. I want to be the top female in this company because Trinity is my home company. Alex and I will be the power couple, despite what red and her bitch think or say. Honey, can you imagine the headlines? They are going to be Alex Scott single-handily took over Progress and FWA, but with the women—Melancholy takes over Irina Ivanova’s position and shuts down APW! I sort of like how that all sounds, how about you, red angel? Just so you know, I was always taught to take socialism and communism. When I think about somebody from Russia representing herself as a ‘red angel,’ I think of a communist bitch! So, I just might scratch your eyes and rip her hair out from the scalp before I eliminate you from this battle royal.
She swings her right leg over to her left and leans to her side as she runs her hand down her silky thigh.
[MELANCHOLY]
Here kitty, kitty, kitty… come here kitty.
He leans down and starts rolling her finger toward her.
[MELANCHOLY]
I love kitties. Even the wild ones. Word on the street is you’re a little chaotic and I love it. I think it’s going to work well in this battle royal because it’ll be a little crazy in the ring with twenty-nine other people. But Kitty, I don’t want you to think I’m trying to propose a deal or anything because I’m not. I have my ally in this match and there are only two top spots. This isn’t like Survivor where three people go to the final tribal. Only the top two matter and I’m not giving up my spot, even to a cute little kitty like you. I do think it’s comical, you started out as a representation of OCW, but now you’re a free agent. What happened Kitty? Did OCW kick you to the curb? Need a tissue to wipe away your tears? Well, save your crocodile tears for somebody who cares because honey, I’m not falling for it. You sucked in OCW and you’re going to suck in this battle royal. I pray to God you don’t sign a full-term contract with Trinity Wrestling because the stock would plummet!
She starts to slide the tip of her boots on the floor below as she looks across the dance floor.
[MELANCHOLY]
Pandora, you’re not cute girl. This whole persona you have going is just a fraudulent little prone to make yourselves seem better than what you’re putting out in the ring. I bet you won’t even get in the top ten of this battle royal. Thumbs down, honey! You’re part of Trinity’s roster, so I’m sure you and I will have many interactions backstage in the near future because quite frankly, I don’t like you. I think you’re a whiney, snot nose, little bitch! I mean that with all kindness though. If we do manage to cross paths on Sin, get ready to go over the top rope because I’m knocking you straight out of the ring!
She places her hands on the edge of the stage and pushes herself up on her feet. She leans back and lifts her right foot up on the foundation of the stage while tapping her opposing foot on the hard floor.
[MELANCHOLY]
Oooh Terra Walker, the hardcore little brawler! She can talk a big game, but can she walk the walk? Please, don’t bore us with your house show victory because it was just that… a fluke victory. It doesn’t make you a shoe in for the World Championship. It doesn’t even mean you’ll get in the top ten. You and Pandora could be twins because you’re both boring, untalented, and just unawesome! I don’t know who is worse: you two or those lame guys from FWA. It’s pretty darn close. I don’t mind the fact you want to be a badass because we all thrive to be something. We all want to leave a legacy behind, but unfortunately for you, the World Championship of Trinity isn’t in the cards. Oh no, it’s not. The World Champion is going to be my man’s and he’ll help make Trinity awesome again! I do hope you try and I also pray we get to cross paths. I get to see how hardcore I really am when we hopefully go toe-to-toe.
She perches her right hand on her right waist and starts to strut across the floor. She makes her way over to the bar as the cameras follow her. She talks without turning around.
[MELANCHOLY]
How about that chick Claire… Hawkins, I think? A walking fashion DON’T is what she is! The girl is seriously in need of a total makeover, especially if she thinks she can be a top contender for the World Championship! I have no problem with girl power movements, but I’m rallying behind some girl who looks like some homeless dyke who walked in off the streets. The homeless shelter is down the street! I’m not one to play the mean girl role because I’m not a mean girl. Really, I’m not. I’m just trying to figure out what you are. Not that it matters because you don’t look like you have a future in Trinity. I can’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to stick around in a company where I don’t fit in. You clearly don’t fit in here. Sorry about making you cry, but it’s the God damn truth!
She makes her way over to the bar and spins around. She slides her arms across the bar and leans back while waving her hair loosely behind her back.
[MELANCHOLY]
A jack and coke please.
She says over her shoulder to the bartender.
[MELANCHOLY]
Did you think I was going to order a fruity drink? Nah. I need something stronger to deal with these women. I want to test my skills against Kandi Washington, but I’ve already submitted to my man and he gets to do the honors. I know one of her little followers is in this match. Oh yeah, if I can’t knock Kandi’s block off her head, I can certainly knock her little reporter’s block off!
She grabs her glass and brings it over to the front. She raises it to her lips and sips on the straw. She squints her eyes and licks her lips. She takes a few more sips before setting it back down on the bar.
[MELANCHOLY]
Little Madison Lewis, or should we just call you Kandi Washington’s carbon copy? I don’t even know why you’re in this battle royal. You’re like a filler! They needed an extra person and you were available, but then again, you’re always available. You’re like a bad rash that just won’t go away. Madison, you weasel your way into everything you have ever been given. You weaseled your way into this battle royal such as you weaseled your way into the PwF’s Women’s Tag Team Championships’ tournament. Call me bitter because I loss and you won, but how did you win? You were ultimately the decoy and punching bag for your opponents, so Kandi was able to capitalize and steal victories repeatedly. There was no other way around it. You were worthless in that tournament and you’re going to be worthless in the battle royal. That is, if you even make it that far after your entry into the ring. We have never had issues and heck, I never had issues with Kandi, but I don’t like her. Kandi was the reason PWF closed its doors. She destroyed a perfectly great running company because she was throwing a fit over how the company treated her. Guess what? Companies don’t like whores and don’t like little brown nosers. I guess, you and Kandi are cut from the same cloth!
She sets up on a bar stool and sits on the cushion. She grabs her drink and starts sipping once more.
[MELANCHOLY]
Aw, but I really don’t have much to say about you. Like the other girls, you’re irrelevant and you’re not going to be the last woman standing. I am going to be the last woman standing. So, stay out of my way if you don’t want me to toss your little bony ass over the top rope!
She starts to stir her drink around with the straw as she looks down at the small hurricane she’s making in her glass. She smiles confidently and cocks her head to the camera.
[MELANCHOLY]
Aw, I can’t forget you, can I Miss Michelle?
Melancholy obnoxiously waves.
[MELANCHOLY]
PWF had this “fabulous” idea wanting the two hottest red heads work together, but it didn’t go too far because Miss Michelle’s team of the “First Ladies” took Sensational Sorrow and myself out of the tournament for the first-ever Women’s Tag Team Championships. I took at this battle royal as a little revenge on Miss Michelle.
[MELANCHOLY]
The question is, who do you all think is hotter? Miss Michelle or yours truly?
A photo of Miss Michelle and Melancholy standing beside each other pop up on the screen.
Melancholy blows a kiss to the camera.
[MELANCHOLY]
“MUAH!”
She takes another drink from her jack and coke.
[MELANCHOLY]
Miss Michelle, you were PWF’s first Women’s Bantamweight Champion, allegedly PWF’s first lady, and you were just a big headliner for the company. Well, it’s time for you to take a backseat in Trinity. It’s time for you to know how it feels to be on the backburner and let another woman take the steering wheel. Michelle, I’m going to step into that ring with the intention on being the last woman standing and making headlines for the women in this battle royal. I am looking forward to making an impression so much that after this battle royal, my name will not go unforgotten. Michelle, I have always believed to be the best, you must beat the best. Miss Michelle like you or not, you’re one of the best in this battle royal. I am going to be personally responsible for helping shatter eight other women’s dreams of being a champion in Trinity.
She picks her straw up out of the glass and sucks on the end of it before putting it back into the liquid.
[MELANCHOLY]
One last thing, boys—I know it seems like I’m keeping it strictly pussy over her, but I’m not afraid to mix it up with any of you. I know if Alex and I are in the ring at the same time, we are going to be one heck of an alliance. The top ten is really my top priority. Being in the top ten means I left twenty others in my dust. Choking on my dust that is. So yes, I am going to be the LAST WOMAN STANDING, but I am also going to be one of the TOP TEN because I’m the perfect ten!
She swings around and faces the bar as she continues sipping her drink. The cameras then fade.