Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 22, 2017 12:21:43 GMT -6
I've been here before. The lights were dimmed and there were no music or special niceties, no microphones offered. Just me standing in the ring across from another hopeful. I've got my ring gear on, silver tights and black top, pads, boots, and a grim determination to not fuck this up. We were the warm up for the crowd to get everyone ready for the show. Nothing more, nothing less. Ye' old dark match, the standard for make or break in any wrestling promotion.
I looked across the mat, that EWC logo emblazoned upon the canvas that covered it. My brown eyes fell upon my opponent, a much younger pretty girl with blond hair and a deep tan, wearing a skimpy gold two piece consisting of hot pants and a bra. At least her boots were laced up proper. She shouted at me, “I'm taking that contract, has been!”
A smirk creased my ruby red lips, putting dimples on my pale cheeks. I clasped one tattooed hand over the other and gave my knuckles a soft crack as the announcer, the well known Jessica Stroup, told the crowd who the hell we were. I couldn't blame some people for forgetting my name. I hadn't been on a national platform in quite some time.
“INTRODUCING FIRST FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO,” Jessica announced, “THE REBEL, MELINDA RRRRRHHHHOOOOODDDDDEEEESSSS!!!” A small pop followed and I raised my fist in the air. Not everyone forgot apparently. I permitted myself another little smirk.
“AND HER OPPONENT, FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - VENESSA WESTLAAAAAKEEE!!!” Another, even smaller pop came from the crowd. I kind of felt sorry for this neophyte, but hell, I'm rusty as fuck coming into this little dark match and hoping I still got it. If she was trained well enough, she could have wound up taking my veteran ass down a peg.
The referee slipped through the ropes and did a quick rundown of the rules for us. Nothing I haven't heard before. Venessa bounced on her feet left to right, eager and ready. I kept a calm composure, standing on the balls of my feet and ready to pounce with my hands at my sides. My eyes never left her as The ref flicked his hand and the bell chimed thrice. In seconds Venessa looked to knock on my front door and I immediately showed her she had no idea who she was dealing with.
I ducked and weaved with ease, her strikes were quick by my reflexes still intact despite the long time away from the wrestling ring. She had some schooling, but it was clear to me that this girl needed a lot of practice. I caught her in mid swing by the wrist and twisted her into a tight arm and wrist lock. A sharp cry of pain passed her lips as I gave her arm a wrench and promptly flipped her ass to the mat.
“Get up girl,” I shouted at her, “We've got a show to put on!”
“I'll kick your tattooed ass, skank!” Venessa hollered back in reply as she rolled to her feet. No respect at all.
The two of us clashed hard in a collar-eblow tie up and within seconds I had her grounded out again with a side headlock takedown. She didn't stay down long though. Showcasing some serious leg strength, Venessa slowly pushed her way back to a stand and managed to roll me over her back. I took a nice little bump on the ass, but got back on my feet in a flash.
Not one to let the wicked rest, Venessa locked up with me for the old pushing game. That leg strength was her edge, but not enough as I pushed back with more height and leverage. I drove her right into the ropes and the Ref was on us in a heart beat, forcing a break up. As he did so, little miss thing gave me a pop across the jaw. I heard the crowd, “Oooooooo!” at that and rubbed my jaw a bit, giving the little bitch a smirk. So that's how she wanted to play it....
When she came off those ropes, she'd go for the tie up but I gave her a hard elbow to the cheek, followed by a stiff body shot. “Fuck this cheap shot bitch,” I thought to myself as I whipped her to the ropes. She ducked my clothesline, which I was fine with because when she hit the otherside of the ring and rebounded, she met a stiff back kick to the gut and I wiped her off her feet with a spin around clothesline. I hooked her legs and got a two count. It wasn't a big deal that she kicked out.
I hauled her ass up, hooked her arm, and flung her to the mat with a Judo hiptoss. She rolled to her feet, holding her back. The grimace on her face told the story. She's not much of a bumper apparently. Venessa stumbled into the ropes and I pressed my attack. I'd regret that choice as I went for a flying clothesline and she pulled down the top rope. I managed to take hold of the rope, effectively skinning the cat and avoiding a nasty splat on the floor.
I knew I had just set myself up, but goddamn I couldn't help myself as I planted my feet on the apron and turned right into a hard roundhouse kick. I was on the floor in a heap despite the impressive save and oh yes, the stars were aplenty in my field of vision. When Venessa hopped down on the floor, I barely had time to register as she rushed me with a series of hard chops and elbow strikes, driving me back. Oh how this bitch was pissing me off....
Venessa had the advantage as she drove me down with another kick to the brain pan, sending me into the barricade. I felt the fans slap my shoulders repeatedly as they urged me on. A hard chop across my chest got a wince, but the weak sauce punch to the jaw that followed was more insulting than damaging. Boy was she surprised when I rolled my cheek with the hit and without even a second of hesitation, my fist found her jaw and sent her spiraling to the floor.
This rebel had had enough of this little girl's bullshit. She was still in la la land when I picked her ass up and threw her over the apron. Gripping the ropes, I pulled myself up onto the apron and was surprised to see her get up, then I saw she was stumbling as if drunk. Oh yeah, just another case of the body acting on auto pilot.
I pulled back on the ropes and shot up and over, legs out to latch around her head. I could tell by the motion of my spin that I had pulled the headscissor off perfectly, slamming her ass to the canvas with a loud thoom. I rushed to the nearest turnbuckle, hopped on top, and flipped off the top with a moonsault. The impact had me wincing a bit, but I hooked both of her legs and rolled onto her chest for a quick pin. Two and a half is what I got as she suddenly reversed and rolled onto her side to plant my shoulders. At a two count, that almost sucked a ton of rectum. I kicked my legs and rolled to my knees.
Another point in her favor; She may have been slight, but she was certainly resilient. She rolled onto her feet, only swaying a little bit before spinning with a low roundhouse. Me on my knees, I managed to throw an arm up and block her leg. I started to get the impression that Venessa trained as a kickboxer at some point. She fired one kick after the other, me blocking as much as I could. The kickpads on her boots made loud smacks as they impacted my heavily inked arms. I won't lie, each impact smarted just a bit.
She feinted a kick and faked me out, dropping low to throw a pair of boots in my face with a low orbit dropkick. I was thrown flat on my back and clutched at my face, a bit of blood running from my nose. I fucking hated being an easy bleeder sometimes, but the blood served to fuel me. Her fingers clawed into my hair, gripping a handful tightly as she pulled me to my feet. It'd prove to be a rookie mistake as I checked her with a hard elbow to the abdomen and followed up with a sitdown jaw breaker on the top of my skull.
Turning her back to me, she stumbled and sputtered, clutching at her jaw and I merely backed up and crouched low. If this didn't take her out, then quite frankly I don't deserve to be in the EWC. Slowly she turned and with a shotgun piston of my leg, I was off in a flash. I dashed across that ring and threw all one hundred and fifty pounds of my body behind my shoulder and into her guts, spearing her off her feet with a little ditty I called The Rhodes Kill. I could hear her croon as the air exploded from her lungs, spittle flying from between her pretty pink lips and spattering on my back.
She was out like a light when I folded her ass up like a cheap wallet for the pin, just in case she somehow survived that. The ref's hand slapped the mat once, twice, and thrice. Jessica Stroud stood up and declared, “THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEWEST ADDITION TO THE EWC MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL ROSTER, THE REBEL, MELINDA RRRRRHHHHHOOOOODDDDEEEESSSS!!!!”
It felt good to win, but I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to train harder. Venessa was tough, but the mainstays of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation were above and beyond that. It's going to be a long way to the top, but I'm damn sure going to rock and roll....
I looked across the mat, that EWC logo emblazoned upon the canvas that covered it. My brown eyes fell upon my opponent, a much younger pretty girl with blond hair and a deep tan, wearing a skimpy gold two piece consisting of hot pants and a bra. At least her boots were laced up proper. She shouted at me, “I'm taking that contract, has been!”
A smirk creased my ruby red lips, putting dimples on my pale cheeks. I clasped one tattooed hand over the other and gave my knuckles a soft crack as the announcer, the well known Jessica Stroup, told the crowd who the hell we were. I couldn't blame some people for forgetting my name. I hadn't been on a national platform in quite some time.
“INTRODUCING FIRST FROM CORTEZ, COLORADO,” Jessica announced, “THE REBEL, MELINDA RRRRRHHHHOOOOODDDDDEEEESSSS!!!” A small pop followed and I raised my fist in the air. Not everyone forgot apparently. I permitted myself another little smirk.
“AND HER OPPONENT, FROM LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA - VENESSA WESTLAAAAAKEEE!!!” Another, even smaller pop came from the crowd. I kind of felt sorry for this neophyte, but hell, I'm rusty as fuck coming into this little dark match and hoping I still got it. If she was trained well enough, she could have wound up taking my veteran ass down a peg.
The referee slipped through the ropes and did a quick rundown of the rules for us. Nothing I haven't heard before. Venessa bounced on her feet left to right, eager and ready. I kept a calm composure, standing on the balls of my feet and ready to pounce with my hands at my sides. My eyes never left her as The ref flicked his hand and the bell chimed thrice. In seconds Venessa looked to knock on my front door and I immediately showed her she had no idea who she was dealing with.
I ducked and weaved with ease, her strikes were quick by my reflexes still intact despite the long time away from the wrestling ring. She had some schooling, but it was clear to me that this girl needed a lot of practice. I caught her in mid swing by the wrist and twisted her into a tight arm and wrist lock. A sharp cry of pain passed her lips as I gave her arm a wrench and promptly flipped her ass to the mat.
“Get up girl,” I shouted at her, “We've got a show to put on!”
“I'll kick your tattooed ass, skank!” Venessa hollered back in reply as she rolled to her feet. No respect at all.
The two of us clashed hard in a collar-eblow tie up and within seconds I had her grounded out again with a side headlock takedown. She didn't stay down long though. Showcasing some serious leg strength, Venessa slowly pushed her way back to a stand and managed to roll me over her back. I took a nice little bump on the ass, but got back on my feet in a flash.
Not one to let the wicked rest, Venessa locked up with me for the old pushing game. That leg strength was her edge, but not enough as I pushed back with more height and leverage. I drove her right into the ropes and the Ref was on us in a heart beat, forcing a break up. As he did so, little miss thing gave me a pop across the jaw. I heard the crowd, “Oooooooo!” at that and rubbed my jaw a bit, giving the little bitch a smirk. So that's how she wanted to play it....
When she came off those ropes, she'd go for the tie up but I gave her a hard elbow to the cheek, followed by a stiff body shot. “Fuck this cheap shot bitch,” I thought to myself as I whipped her to the ropes. She ducked my clothesline, which I was fine with because when she hit the otherside of the ring and rebounded, she met a stiff back kick to the gut and I wiped her off her feet with a spin around clothesline. I hooked her legs and got a two count. It wasn't a big deal that she kicked out.
I hauled her ass up, hooked her arm, and flung her to the mat with a Judo hiptoss. She rolled to her feet, holding her back. The grimace on her face told the story. She's not much of a bumper apparently. Venessa stumbled into the ropes and I pressed my attack. I'd regret that choice as I went for a flying clothesline and she pulled down the top rope. I managed to take hold of the rope, effectively skinning the cat and avoiding a nasty splat on the floor.
I knew I had just set myself up, but goddamn I couldn't help myself as I planted my feet on the apron and turned right into a hard roundhouse kick. I was on the floor in a heap despite the impressive save and oh yes, the stars were aplenty in my field of vision. When Venessa hopped down on the floor, I barely had time to register as she rushed me with a series of hard chops and elbow strikes, driving me back. Oh how this bitch was pissing me off....
Venessa had the advantage as she drove me down with another kick to the brain pan, sending me into the barricade. I felt the fans slap my shoulders repeatedly as they urged me on. A hard chop across my chest got a wince, but the weak sauce punch to the jaw that followed was more insulting than damaging. Boy was she surprised when I rolled my cheek with the hit and without even a second of hesitation, my fist found her jaw and sent her spiraling to the floor.
This rebel had had enough of this little girl's bullshit. She was still in la la land when I picked her ass up and threw her over the apron. Gripping the ropes, I pulled myself up onto the apron and was surprised to see her get up, then I saw she was stumbling as if drunk. Oh yeah, just another case of the body acting on auto pilot.
I pulled back on the ropes and shot up and over, legs out to latch around her head. I could tell by the motion of my spin that I had pulled the headscissor off perfectly, slamming her ass to the canvas with a loud thoom. I rushed to the nearest turnbuckle, hopped on top, and flipped off the top with a moonsault. The impact had me wincing a bit, but I hooked both of her legs and rolled onto her chest for a quick pin. Two and a half is what I got as she suddenly reversed and rolled onto her side to plant my shoulders. At a two count, that almost sucked a ton of rectum. I kicked my legs and rolled to my knees.
Another point in her favor; She may have been slight, but she was certainly resilient. She rolled onto her feet, only swaying a little bit before spinning with a low roundhouse. Me on my knees, I managed to throw an arm up and block her leg. I started to get the impression that Venessa trained as a kickboxer at some point. She fired one kick after the other, me blocking as much as I could. The kickpads on her boots made loud smacks as they impacted my heavily inked arms. I won't lie, each impact smarted just a bit.
She feinted a kick and faked me out, dropping low to throw a pair of boots in my face with a low orbit dropkick. I was thrown flat on my back and clutched at my face, a bit of blood running from my nose. I fucking hated being an easy bleeder sometimes, but the blood served to fuel me. Her fingers clawed into my hair, gripping a handful tightly as she pulled me to my feet. It'd prove to be a rookie mistake as I checked her with a hard elbow to the abdomen and followed up with a sitdown jaw breaker on the top of my skull.
Turning her back to me, she stumbled and sputtered, clutching at her jaw and I merely backed up and crouched low. If this didn't take her out, then quite frankly I don't deserve to be in the EWC. Slowly she turned and with a shotgun piston of my leg, I was off in a flash. I dashed across that ring and threw all one hundred and fifty pounds of my body behind my shoulder and into her guts, spearing her off her feet with a little ditty I called The Rhodes Kill. I could hear her croon as the air exploded from her lungs, spittle flying from between her pretty pink lips and spattering on my back.
She was out like a light when I folded her ass up like a cheap wallet for the pin, just in case she somehow survived that. The ref's hand slapped the mat once, twice, and thrice. Jessica Stroud stood up and declared, “THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND NEWEST ADDITION TO THE EWC MONDAY NIGHT BRAWL ROSTER, THE REBEL, MELINDA RRRRRHHHHHOOOOODDDDEEEESSSS!!!!”
It felt good to win, but I knew in my heart of hearts that I needed to train harder. Venessa was tough, but the mainstays of the Extreme Wrestling Corporation were above and beyond that. It's going to be a long way to the top, but I'm damn sure going to rock and roll....
