The Ballad of Melinda Rhodes & Cassidy Lee

[Melinda Rhodes]

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These are presented as they were originally written and packaged.

The only additions are small bits were added for transition pieces.
All parties involved that could be contacted have given consent.

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PART ONE
What's in a Name?

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     I sat in a leather chair, my eyes distant as I looked off to a random corner of the room. I'm dressed in an old ACE T-shirt, black with faded pink lettering, tight black jeans, and matching boots. My long black hair frames my pale face as my thoughts wander into the past. It had been a very long time since I had thought about any of this.

     “This story that I am about to tell is going to be in multiple parts and it's going to be a long one, spanning roughly three years of my life. Three of the most eventful.... and painful in some cases, years of my life,” I said as I slowly looked towards the camera.

     “I've been asked why I call myself 'The Rebel' Melinda Rhodes, and to be honest, it wasn't me that painted myself with this label. It would be a woman that became my worst enemy for the longest time in our very first encounter, on the very first episode of Atlantic City Entertainment's 'Bewitched' show.”

     I smirked a bit.

     “Yeah, I know, not the best name for a weekly wrestling event, but it worked.....”

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Atlantic City Entertainment

Bewitched #1

April 1st 2010

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[The scene opens upon ACE's very own Kennedy M. Chambers standing backstage.  The blond beauty sports a shimmering little gold dress, and within the confines of her slender, well manicured fingers is a microphone.  Beside her is the raven haired walking canvas of tattoo art that is Melinda Rhodes in full ring gear.]

Kennedy Michelle Chambers: Good evening ACE fans, this is Kennedy Michelle Chambers and standing right here beside me is none other than Melinda Rhodes, one of ACE's up and coming talents.  Tell us a little about yourself, Melinda.

[Melinda rubs the back of her neck, showing a hint of discomfort at being interviewed.]

Melinda Rhodes: Well, let's see....

[Suddenly, a hand yanks the microphone from Kennedy's hand, startling her.  Cassidy Lee -- quite dimunitive standing face to face (using the term loosely) with Melinda -- is now the interviewer, although not quite as glamorous as Kennedy, clad in a black henley and black skinny jeans, her hair tied in a double ponytail.]
    
Cassidy Lee: What is this?  Did the Rock of Love Bus let out?  Where's Bret Michaels?  Is there a Suicide Girls show going on nearby?  I wanna know... because I know that _you_...
    
[Cass looks Melinda up and down, sneering.]
    
Cassidy Lee: Are not here to wrestle.

[Melinda tilts her head ever so slightly at Ms. Lee, a deceptively sweet smile spreading across her lips as she places one hand on her hip.]
    
Melinda Rhodes: ...and what are you here for, a pedicure and a body message?

[Cassidy chuckles, though you can clearly see that she's brimming with anger already.]
    
Cassidy Lee: You know what?  I get it, Rhodes.  You're a rebel.  You're anti-this and anti-that.  You've got all that so-called "artwork" all over your body and you think that makes you real cool and hip.  People like you?  You're all so predictable... just like all those perverts sitting out there in the arena and in TV land.
    
[POP!  Apparently, the perverts don't mind being called "perverts."]

[She shrugs her shoulders a bit, a smirk now playing across her lips.  Melinda crosses her arms over her chest.]
    
Melinda Rhodes: If I was predictable, I think we both know where that microphone would be by now little girl.

[She then moves in closer to Cassidy, showing absolutely no fear.]
    
Melinda Rhodes:  ...You know what's sad about you?  I bet you haven't had anything inside you in over a year that wasn't powered by a couple D Cell batteries and it makes you so angry that you have to go out and take your agressions out any which way you can.

[If Cassidy wasn't pissed before, she definitely is now.  She steps closer to Melinda, basically looking _up_ at her new "friend."]
    
Cassidy Lee: Oh, a comedian too?  Funny.  Real funny, Rhodes... but you know why I'm better than you?  Huh?  Because I'm from _Canada_.  You know what that means?  That means I'll wrestle better than you'll ever wrestle... or whatever you call that steaming pile of crap that you do in the ring.  So before you start making some more... "jokes," Melinda?  Consider that next time, you might not even make it to the punchline.

[Melinda couldn't help but chuckle, and shakes her head.  Bringing those intense brown eyes to bear upon hers, she runs a finger along the lined collar of her bomber jacket.]
    
Melinda Rhodes: Maybe, maybe not.  I've found that in the past, you don't have to be a better wrestler to win matches.  You just have to be better than the girl standing across from you.
    
[Melinda leans forward a bit, their foreheads mere inches apart causing Cassidy to start developing a slight crick in her neck.]
    
...I do promise you that when we're standing across from each other during this tournament, and believe me, I will be, that there won't be any jokes, just a punchline with you at the end of it...
    
[Melinda then shoves Cassidy back and casually walks past her.]
    
Melinda Rhodes: Good luck against Dee Dee...
    
[The camera follows Melinda's shapely rear as it sways away, then quickly looks back to Cassidy.  She glares at Kennedy Michelle Chambers, who was standing there the whole time, completely taken aback, and shoves the microphone back into her hand.  Shaking with anger, Cassidy storms off.  Fade to ringside.]

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     In truth it would fade back to me in post edit. I sucked at this movie magic bullshit, but that's what they pay professional's for. I took in a deep breath as other memories would hit me like a sack of bricks.

     “Got some raw egg in my face that night as my opponent in that tournament, “La Onza” Mariana De' Leon, would go on to win that match with a chair shot to ye' old pretty face when the ref wasn't looking. Oddly enough, on the very next episode, I'm booked in a match against a woman who was a pretty big name at the time. I was star struck like a motherfucker too....”

     I chuckled at the memory of being so giddy with excitement. My mirth gave way to a hint of sadness and I slowly shook my head with a sigh. Too bad that was another well crafted lie. I'm not dwelling on it, but I do know we'll be coming back to that later.

     “My second match in Atlantic City Entertainment's Boardwalk hall was against none other than Tawny Blake. At the time she was one of the good gal's and definitely worthy of the respect she garnered.  It was a proud moment for me, meeting someone who was such an influence on my desire to get into the sport, but I'll be damned if Cassidy wasn't going to show up and spoil it for me.”

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ACE

Bewitched #2

4-8-2010

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[The camera opens backstage where we find the lovely Tawny Blake in full ring gear, bent forward with a long, toned leg lifted with her foot against the wall.  Apparently she was adjusting her knee pad when movement off camera garnered her attention.  Stroking back a long lock of blond hair from her face, she lowers her leg, a reserved expression crossing her face.]

Tawny Blake: Well, if it isn't my opponent for the evening...

[Stepping into view in stark contrast to Tawny was none other than the tattoo covered Melinda Rhodes, decked out in full ring gear as well.  Despite the Manhattan Native giving up a couple inches in height to her, Tawny showed no the slightest hint of being intimidated, even offering an inviting smile.]

Tawny Blake: ...Well, seeing as you haven't come swinging, I take it you've got something to say to me, Ms. Rhodes?

[Surprisingly, the tattooed brawler seemed a bit humble in Tawny's presence.  Placing her hands on hips, Melinda nods her head.]

Melinda Rhodes: Yes... Yes I do, Ms. Blake.  I came to tell you that it is a huge honor to be facing you tonight in that ring.

[Tawny's deep blue eyes scan the area for the moment, expecting something to come that never did...]

Tawny Blake: Hmm, well thank you... Melinda is it?

[Melinda gave her a quick nod of the head.]

Melinda Rhodes: Yes, and that's not all I want to tell you.  I wanted to tell you that when I was just starting out on the indy circuit... When I was living out of the back of a broken down hatchback, eating raw tuna and getting my pretty ass kicked around rings all over the southern continental United States...

[ A bright smile splits Melinda's lush, red lips, dimples forming in her cheeks as her dark brown eyes seemed to fill with a hint of joy.]

Melinda Rhodes: ...You were a huge inspiration to me.  Maybe not in style, as I don't think Tattoos and Prada would go well together...

[Melinda chuckles with a slight hint of nervousness, Tawny matching her chuckle, only with a bit of mirth and amusement...]

Melinda Rhodes: ...but definitely in spirit.  I've gotta' ask, how's someone like me that's just starting out, get to your level?  I mean I know it ain't overnight, but...

[ A dry, venomous laugh is heard off camera that catches both Tawny and Melinda's attention.  Melinda's gaze narrows and she turns to face the source of the laughter as none other than the Pretty Hate Machine herself, Cassidy Lee, steps into the scene, the camera pulling back to accomidate the three.  With a vile grin, she answers Melinda's question.]

Cassidy Lee: ...By crippling every bitch in front of you, especially worthless, tattooed trolls like you who can't live up to their own hype.

[Melinda's lip twisted into a sharp frown as her brow lowers and her face reddens slightly with anger...]

Cassidy Lee: Oh, are you mad, Rhodes?  Is that a little color on your face?  The color God gave you and not that disgusting vandalism you've scrawled all over your body?

[...Cassidy gets right in Melinda's face now, looking directly up into her eyes with her own emerald windows of hate.  Melinda's fists were balled tightly with white knuckled intensity.  Cassidy holds her arms out at her sides, puffing her chest a bit against Melinda's now.]

Cassidy Lee: Do it!  I dare you!  Prove me wrong!  Prove that you're not just another gutless c*nt!

[As Lee drops the C-bomb, some saliva spritzes Melinda's face, causing Mel to rear her fist back.  Tawny quickly slips in between the two and shoves them apart, passing a stern gaze to each of them.]

Tawny Blake: Back off, both of you!  This is not the time or the place, you can both settle this later in the ring!
 
[Tawny tosses a withering look Cassidy’s way.]
 
Tawny Blake: Besides, I hardly think she’s worth your time,

[Melinda takes a deep breath, forcing her anger down...]

Melinda Rhodes: ...Yeah, you're right Tawny.  I don't need to beat this little Canuck fuck stick in the hallway.  That's what the ring is for...

[She quickly turns to walk off and as she does so, Cassidy shoves Tawny aside.  Melinda quickly turns back around only to catch a hard spinning heel kick across her temple that sends her spiraling to the floor in a heap!]

Cassidy Lee: You had your chance!  Don't blame Canada... BLAME YOURSELF!

[Tawny moves in, her hands up and ready for a fight as Cassidy backs off, laughing at the two of them defiantly.  Her laughter echoes as she gets further and further back.  Slowly Tawny's hands lower, indicating that Cassidy was out of sight.]

Tawny Blake: What an ass....

[Quickly turning towards Melinda, Tawny crouches down beside the slowly stirring woman.  With her hair in her face and a dazed look in her eyes, Melinda clutches the side of her head as Tawny places a hand on her shoulder...]

Tawny Blake: ...Want to know how to be at the top like me?  Lesson number one, don't turn your back on the local crazy bitch.

[...hearing her, Melinda chuckled meekly as Tawny flashes a good-natured smile.  The scene quickly fades...] 

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     “Later that night, me and Tawny tear the house down and wrestle to a stand still, the match ending in a time limit draw of all things,” I said when the camera cut back to me.

     “Fast forward a few shows later. Me and Cassidy have minor back and forth action, but never actually get face to face in the ring,” A smirk creased my red lips.

     “You see, she was protected by the promoter, Samantha Bevins. In retrospect, she was probably milking our little encounters for all she could get before finally giving the big blow off match. Say what you will, but the self-serving bitch was a bit of a mad genius.”

     I ran my finger along the arm of the chair and gave it a little tap.

     “But she and I would have our first match together at ACE's very first Pay Per View.... BitchFest 2010,” A small chuckle passed my lips.

     “I probably should mention that during all this, Cassidy would break my right hand with a folding chair and yeah, I used that cast like a pro too.  The only problem would be the choice of words I used in the pre-match promo would later come back to haunt me in a big way....”

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ACE
Bitchfest 2010
5-9-2010
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[The scene is a simple one- A blue folding chair in a dark room, a single light shining down from above. Seated in that chair, leaning forward with elbows on her thighs and her hands clasped, is Melinda Rhodes in full ring attire with one addition. On her right hand is a thick, bright white cast dotted with numerous signatures, doodles, and such. Her lightly blond streaked, raven colored hair frames her strangely impassive face, a random streak or two dangling before those deep brown eyes.]

Melinda- Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that coming to the ACE would have landed me an opportunity to face Tawny Blake in the ring, much less that I'd actually earn a chance at winning my first actual, credited championship. Yet I not only got to face her once, in the tournament leading up to this pay per view, I actually was granted the chance to face her and possibly even go home as the ACE Diamond Champion...

[Slowly her head lifts, those eyes, ever unblinking, now stare directly into the camera. Her voice remained at a surprisingly even level of calm, almost to a point of seeming downright cold, and emotionless.]

...Not anymore...

[Her face twists into a scowl, with smoldering anger burning brightly in those intense brown eyes. There is a sudden and visible tension in her entire body now that wasn't present before. As she speaks, one could almost feel the dark emotions fighting to surface, held only in the barest margins of check.]

...Cassidy Lee.... You have done nothing but push me from the first day we ever met. I tried to be the bigger woman and let you be the small minded bitch everyone already had you pegged for.

[She strokes that cast, a single tear running down that mask of rage she now wears, her lower lip quivering ever so slightly.]

Then you had to take that one step too far, and attack me in the name of my father. I've taken bullet after bullet from you, so I decided that enough's enough. I wrap a chair around your god damned head....

[ A brief pause...]

....I didn't cost you anything when I did it either. Justina kicked your ass and pinned you...

[Very slowly and deliberately, she brings that plaster cast covered hand up to face height, her eyes never leaving the camera.]

...I guess I was naive to think that maybe you'd have gotten the hint, and realized you crossed the line with me and everyone else in the locker room.

[Her eyes now avert to that cast, another tear streaking down her face, leaving a slow moving trail down her cheek in it's wake.]

Lord knows, I wasn't right for what I did to you, but it hardly even justifies what you did to me. You didn't just beat me... You didn't just break my wrist...

[She tightens that casted hand into a fist as best she can.]

...You raped me in front of the entire world of my dignity and my pride.

[Melinda began to take in deep breaths as she overtightened that fist, exposed knuckles gradually turning white. Her teeth grit as pain surges through her arm and more tears run down her face. After a couple seconds pass, she wraps her free hand around the casted wrist, and unballs that fist, slowly lowering it and dropping her head down, her hair hanging like a tattered gold and raven banner around her face. Her body shudders uncontrollably.]

I've never been a victim of anything in my entire life until I met you, but now I speak for all the victims in the world when I say that you, Cassidy Lee, are in for the beating of your life...

[Speaking through clenched teeth, Melinda's head raises, her face now reddened as pure rage over takes her.]

...I'm going to make you suffer, as you made me suffer, as those who wear the label of victim have suffered. At Bitchfest, It won't be a wrestling match. Fuck the wrist locks. Fuck the arm bars. Fuck it all. It's just going to be my fists and whatever I can get my hands on, bashing your miserable face in. In your agony, I will find my respite.

[Rising to her feet, she kicks that chair away and moves in quickly on the camera.]

As I said in the ambulance that night I was carted out of the arena, Cassidy. Either you're leaving on a stretcher, or we're both leaving on stretchers side by side to finish up at the hospital. You will not leave the arena under your own power when the dust has settled, and I will break my body just to make damn sure of it!

[Melinda is now face to face with the camera, her breaths coming in ragged, and her face now streaked with multiple lines of eye liner.]

You will know what it means to have your dignity torn away piece by bloody piece, and by the end of our match, we will all know who the real Cassidy Lee is...

[On that note, she turns and steps off camera, the scene quickly fading to black.]

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[Fade in to Cassidy Lee in an empty dojo, clad in a faded black t-shirt and a pair of black leggings -- an outfit that does nothing to hide her curves. In her hand? A Singapore cane... yes, _that_ Singapore cane. Still with a slightly visible bruise on the side of her head from an encounter with Melinda Rhodes's steel chair from the week before, Cassidy seems to have forgotten all about that as exemplified by her satisfied grin.]

CASSIDY: Sunday May 9th... that's the day I put you out of your misery for _good_, Melinda Rhodes.

[Cass taps the cane into her palm threateningly, not to different from a mobster looking to beat a debt out of someone.]

CASSIDY: That's the day I prove to everyone that you are exactly what I say you are, Melinda -- a human stain on the fabric of life. You're one of the many that natural selection somehow missed and, suddenly, it's up to Cassidy Lee to clean up the mess. Come Sunday, Melinda? That's precisely what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna erase you. I'm gonna make sure you never _ever_ show your ugly makeup-caked face in Atlantic City again, you filthy little troll.

You already know this is gonna happen... and you know it well, deep in your heart, Rhodes. I know you're incredibly dumb but you can't be _that_ dumb. Just take one look at your wrist, Rhodes.

[She chuckles, obviously replaying the events of the previous Bewitched in her mind.]

CASSIDY: That cast is just the _beginning_ of the many, many disturbing things that will be inflicted on your physical and mental health, Melinda... and you know what the funny thing is?

You did it to yourself.

That's right, Melinda. You didn't wanna take the night off. You wanted the Falls Count Anywhere match. You wanted no DQ's. You wanted to throw all of those rules out of the window -- the same rules that would've kept you safe and sound.

Honestly, I'm so over it. Me? I know I've got nothing to prove -- not to you or to any of the zombies out there in the crowd. I already know how good I am... and that's a hell of a lot better than the likes of Tawny Blake, Justina America, and _especially_ you, Melinda Rhodes.

As far as I'm concerned, this is just about fracturing your skull and enjoying myself _and_ sending a postcard to your father while I'm at it. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear that someone finally kicked some sense into his disgrace of a daughter.

[Lee thoroughly enjoys her cheap shot with a sinister giggle.]

CASSIDY: And when they wheel you out of the Boardwalk Hall for what I hope is the last time, Melinda, I want you to close your eyes, ignore the fact that you can't feel your legs, and consider your future career options.

Drug addict? Prostitute? Maybe both? You'd be absolutely perfect for either of them, Melinda, because anything else would be a stretch. Why? Because nobody _wants_ you. Nobody cares... and that's why you want all of this, Melinda.

You need my hate.

You need it to feel like you matter... and now _your_ selfishness is going to get you hurt reeeeal bad, little girl.

[After a pause, Cassidy sighs.]

CASSIDY: And the funny part is... I just love to hate you.

[Cue super villain-ness chuckle. Fade out.]

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[Fade in to Ringside.]

Amy Roland: THIS CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IS A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!!!

[MEGA CROWD POP!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Shane Propone: This is going to be an insane match!!!

Amy Roland: INTRODUCING FIRST!!!

[The throttling hardcore of "Defeatist" by Hatebreed begins blaring over the public address.  The lights go dark, the 'tron lights up with the words "WEAPON-XX" in bold white against a black background.  The woman herself, Cassidy Lee walks through the curtains a moment later, led by her manager, your resident super playa, the Man of Every Year, Omar.  Cassidy is in her usual all-black wrestling gear -- sports bra, thigh-length shorts with fuchia crossbones on each hip, kneepads, shin guards over boots, and fingerless gloves.  Omar is wearing a dark grey suit with a white dress shirt, no necktie, topped off with various rings around his fingers and a pair of Gucci loafers.  As they make their way down the aisle, Cassidy looks completely focused and filled with confidence, ignoring the fans, chewing on some gum while Omar is talking a lot of smack to anyone who will listen.]

[Omar climbs up onto the ring apron and sits on the second rope, allowing Cassidy to enter the ring with ease.  She goes to the opposite side of the ring and perches one foot on the middle rope, the other on the bottom, raising her fist in the air to an ample heel pop, spitting her gum out into the crowd.  Omar applauds his charge, unsuccessfully urging the fans to do the same.]

Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BEING ACCOMPANIED TO THE RING BY OMAR "THE MAN OF EVERY YEAR," FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET SIX INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN AT 130 POUNDS...

CASSSIDDDDDYYYYY LEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[CROWD BOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

Nicholas Rowe: Cassidy Lee is looking intense and ready to rip off heads tonight!

Shane Propone: She's making my pants feel really intense right now...

Nicholas Rowe: Can you just not do that!

Amy Roland: AND HER OPPONENT!!!!!!

# SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART AND YOU'RE TO BLAME! 

[The arena lights black out...]

# DARLIN' YOU GIVE LOOVVVEE A BAD NAME! 

# F****CK YEEEEEEAAAOOOUUUU!!! 

[In perfect timing with the opening guitar riffs, A row of pyro columns explode into brilliant white sparks that rain down on the corrugated steel illuminating a single curvaceous figure standing in the middle of it with her hands on her hips.  The lights come back to full intensity as Atreyu's cover of "You Give Love a Bad Name" continues to play out over the house speaker, revealing more of that figure.  She has long dark brown hair with blond highlights, lips painted to a satin red finish, thick black liner and smokey eye shadow surrounding almost hypnotic brown eyes, and an edgy smile that grabs your attention almost as much as her tattoo covered body does.  Her attire consists metallic silver pants, a fringed red and blue leather vest, matched heeled wrestling boots, black knee pads, red, white, and blue armbands, and a silver neck chain sporting a small chrome spade and skull locket.  Upon her right hand is a white plaster cast dotted with signatures and doodlings.]

Amy Roland: LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, FROM ROME, GEORGIA, STANDING IN AT FIVE FEET ELEVEN INCHES TALL, WEIGHING IN AT 156 POUNDS...

MMMMEELLLLINDAAAA RRRRHOOOODDDDDDEEESSSSSS!!!


[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Behind her is a large gray laundry cart sporting several iconic hardcore implements from a Stop sign still attached to it's pole, to a couple trash cans and steel chairs, a few lengths of chain, a variety of small items, and most notably, a Singapore Cane. With her good hand, she grabs the cart and marches down the ramp, a scowl on her face as she looks upon Cassidy Lee waiting for her in the ring. Upon reaching ringside, Melinda pulls out a chair from the cart, and tosses it into the ring, followed by a garbage can, a 2x4, and a length of pipe.  Cassidy retreats out of the ring for fear of being hit by one of the flying objects! Melinda also adds a bar stool, the Singapore Cane, and three street signs and slides under the ropes and into the ring.  Watching Cassidy stand outside, she raises that good hand, and motions for her to step back into the ring. Cassidy slides under the ropes and the ref motions for the bell.]

Shane Propone: And look at all that junk she threw into the ring!!!

Nicholas Rowe: Mel's looking to end this feud once and for all!

*DINGDINGDING!*


[With speed that manages to catch Melinda off guard, Cassidy rushes in and catches her right in the side of the head with a violent spinning back kick that throws her opponent right into the ropes!]

Nicholas Rowe: Into the ropes she goes!


[With Melinda hung up for the moment, Cassidy proceeds to rain down upon Melinda with overhand punches to the back of her head, followed by a jumping knee shot right in the face that drops her down! With a sadistic smile on her face, Ms. Lee gathers up the Singapore Cane nearby.  Turning towards Melinda, she raises it above her head and brings it down hard on the small of her back!]


[WHAAAAAACK!]


Nicholas Rowe: OUCH!!!


[Melinda cries out sharply, which incites Cassidy to further assault.  She drops down on her knees and begins viciously caning the living hell out of Melinda's back!]


[WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK-WHACK!]


Shane Propone: WHACK HER AGAIN!!!


[This lasts until Melinda finally manages to roll out of the ring, landing outside with a plop and holding the small of her back with her teeth grit in agony. Cassidy hops to her feet and holds that cane high up over her head, mouthing off at the crowd as she walks parades it around the ring!]


Shane Propone: I love Cassidy Lee! She makes me excited in the pants! Happy in the pants!!!

Nicholas Rowe: My God.


[HEEL JEER!!!!!!!!!!]


[Melinda gets to her feet slowly, a hand to her lower back which was now bleeding from a variety of splits across it.  Unfortunately, Cassidy is right there waiting.  Reaching down, she grabs Melinda's hair and tries to pull her up onto the apron, the cane held high and ready to strike! Cassidy manages to actually pull Melinda up by her hair onto the apron, only for Melinda to grab her by the back of her head with both hands and jump down, snapping the woman's neck across the top rope!  Cassidy snaps off the rope, drops the cane, and lands flat on her back clutching her throat! Grabbing the second rope, Melinda then pulls herself onto the apron.  Gauging her distance, she then pulls back on the rope, and slingshots up and over, elbow out, and catches Cassidy with a slingshot elbow drop across her chest! Melinda gathers up the Singapore Cane and rolls to her feet just as Cassidy gets to a stand.  Cassidy turns and...]


[WHAAAAAAAAAACK!!!]


Nicholas Rowe: CASSIDY EATS THE BAMBOO!!!

Shane Propone: She can eat my...

Nicholas Rowe: Shut... up... Shane...


[Cassidy clutches her forehead, kicking her leg as Melinda sizes her up with that Cane.  Rearing it up over her head, she brings it right down on the ribs of her foe! Convulsing wildly with the blow, Cassidy rolls for the ropes.  Melinda chases after her, swinging repeatedly with that cane and missing by a hair each time, until Cassidy rolls under the ropes and out of the ring much like Melinda did before. Slinging the Cane aside, Melinda watches Cassidy get to a stand.  With a running start, she dashes for the ropes, leaps over them, and crashes across Cassidy with a over the top rope flying Senton Splash, both women going down to the floor in a heap! Melinda rises to her feet, pulling Cassidy to a stand with her.  Immediately, she proceeds to outright assault her foe with rapid fire left hand jabs, driving her straight towards the announce table.  She ends it with a brutal right hand Cast Punch that sprawls Cassidy out on the table! After taking a moment to arrange the stunned Cassidy, Melinda joins her ontop of the table.]


Shane Propone: What a view....


[She pulls Cassidy to a stand, then doubles her over with a gut kick and straddles the back of her head...]


Nicholas Rowe: Looks like Cassidy is about to go through her very first table!


[Melinda ducks down, and just as she wraps her arms around Cassidy, the Pretty Hate Machine comes alive, lifting up and sending Melinda flying off the table for an unforgiving landing on the padded concrete! Melinda rises to one knee, shaking the cobwebs from her head as Cassidy sets up to deliver a roundhouse kick. She turns and rises only to feel the tip of Cassidy's boot collide with the side of her head with a violent roundhouse that sends her for a hard landing across the nearby ringsteps! With an evil sneer, Cassidy slips off of the table and moves in on Melinda with several stiff kidney punches to her lower back.  Gathering her by the back of the head, she then rears Melinda's head back. Melinda halts the face slam with a quick application of the breaks with her hand, then snaps off a side elbow shot to Cassidy's ribs and slams her face into the steps instead!]


[WHUMP!]


Nicholas Rowe: This is too close to me!!! I am going to have a panic attack!!!

Shane Propone: WUSS!!!


[She then grabs Cassidy by the wrist, and sends her for a whip into the ring barricade! Her back arches on impact, forcing Cassidy to drop to her knees with clenched teeth on her pained face! Gathering Cassidy up, Melinda goes for another Irish Whip, sending her barreling for the ringsteps on the far side of the ring!]


Nicholas Rowe: OUCH!!!


[Knees first, Cassidy hits the ringsteps with a forceful impact that actually flips her up and over them, the top set of steps dislodging. Melinda steps over Cassidy, stepping on her stomach as she does so, and reaches into the ring to pull out one of the street signs, this one states "TOW AWAY ZONE." She turns to find Cassidy rising to a stand, clutching one of her now hurt knees.  Cassidy turns to face Melinda and...]



Nicholas Rowe: Jesus!!!!!

Shane Propone: YEAH! REALLY!


[SMAAAAAAACK!!!!]


[Down she goes from a side swipe from the sign! Melinda drops the sign down, then turns and picks Cassidy up by the hair.  Walking her over to the sign, she rears Cassidy's head up, looks her in those dazed eyes, and then throws her legs out and drops down with a face buster right on the street sign! On impact, Melinda rolls Cassidy over and goes for a quick pinfall.]


Nicholas Rowe: Here we go!!!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!









TWO- KICKOUT! Cassidy throws a shoulder up!


[Melinda rises once more, gathering Cassidy up with her.  Suddenly Cassidy hits her with a thumb to the eye followed by a savage face rake with her nails that actually draws blood from Melinda's face.  She finishes with a brutal throat jab that sends Melinda staggering back into the ring barricade holding her throat and gagging for air! Noticing a fan with a bottle of beer in his hand, Cassidy moves in and snatches it from the man, shoving him back in his seat in the process!  She then turns towards Melinda, rears it back, and smashes it across the top of her opponent's head!  Melinda falls to the floor, clutching her head and kicking her leg.]


Nicholas Rowe: My God!!! This match is a riot!!!

Shane Propone: I LOVE IT!!!


[The bottle now an improvised and much deadlier knife, Cassidy rolls Melinda over and goes for a stab to the face!  Melinda catches Cassidy by the wrist, the glass shards mere inches from one of her eyes. The two struggle desperately, but dazed from the blow, all Melinda could do was redirect the stab, the jagged glass gouging deep into her shoulder!  Melinda lets out a wail of agony which is further enhanced as Cassidy works the bottle into the wound even further, breaking off shards of it in Melinda's flesh.  Blood freely runs down her chest and arm as do tears in Melinda's eyes! Cassidy then violently rips the bottle out, aggravating the wound and leaving even more bits and shards of glass that are clearly visible to all who see!  Melinda rolls onto her side, her body raked with shudders of pain and uncontrollable sobs.  It was then that we notice blood running down in steaks along one side of her face... the blow to the top of her head had just begun to bleed as well. Rising with her arms held out in triumph, Cassidy shouts to the crowd-]


Cassidy Lee: DO YOU SEE YOUR HERO NOW?  SHE CRIES LIKE A BABY...  SHE IS !!!!!

Nicholas Rowe: Cassidy might want to consider turning around now...

Shane Propone: But her boobs poke out so nicely like that!


[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Nicholas Rowe: I really hate you Shane...


[Cassidy is a bit confused by their reaction, casting a quizzical glance at the crowd.  She finally realizes too late why they are cheering when she is spun around and gets belted with a BRUTAL cast punch from Melinda! She then falls into the ring barricade, clutching at that bleeding shoulder which burned intensely with pain.  Fans patted her on the back and shouted words of encouragement to her. After taking a moment to gather herself up, she makes her way to Cassidy and picks the woman up, quickly slipping her into a scoop position on her good shoulder.  Wincing a bit she heads for the car and slings Cassidy right into a nest of all sorts of nasty hardcore implements!]


Nicholas Rowe: Good lord!!!


[Grabbing the cart with both hands, Melinda gets a running start down the ramp.  With a wild yell, she releases the cart halfway down, and sends it flying through the curtains beneath the entrance archway.  Cameras backstage follow as the cart, along with it's only inhabitant goes careening down the main backstage hallway, only to come to an abrupt and sudden impact with a large stack of crates, the cart falling over and dumping Cassidy as well as the remaining items out of it, all of which consist of a dog chain and collar, several different metal signs, and a few other random assorted goodies.  One in particular, a lidded trash can, sticks out as it rolls ominously to a stop. Using the trash can for support, Cassidy rises to her feet on shaky legs.  Suddenly Melinda is on the scene rearing her fist back for another cast punch!  Thinking fast, Cassidy rips the lid off the trash can and blocks the punch, Melinda staggering back and clutching that cast wrapped hand.  With an evil sneer, Cassidy moves in and crashes the lid across the back of Melinda's head, sending her to the floor in a heap!]


Shane Propone: NICE!!!! TAKE OUT THE TRASH!!!

Nicholas Rowe: Wow, you're so creative.


[Slinging the lid aside, Cassidy goes back to the trash can and just as she starts to lift it, she notices the contents and puts the can down, an evil smile crossing her face.  She walks over towards Melinda, the camera looking down into the can to reveal thousands of glittering brass thumb tacks! The camera pulls back to reveal Cassidy, marching Melinda towards the can.  With a handful of raven colored hair, Cassidy rears Melinda's head back, and shoves it straight forward, only to suddenly stop.  Her hands on the edge of the can lid, Melinda struggles against Cassidy's pushing hands.  Suddenly she belts Cassidy in the ribs with a side elbow shot. She then ducks down, placing her plaster-cast hand to the back of Ms. Lee's head, while the other grips a calf.  With a sharp yell, she lifts Cassidy up and shoves her head fist into the trash can!]


Shane Propone: Now she really is taking out the trash, too bad it's the wrong gal in the trash can!!!


[Muffled screams sound out as Cassidy pumps and kicks her legs, trying to do whatever it takes to tip the can over! With a surprisingly sadistic grin of her own, Melinda gives the can a hard kick that not only knocks it over, but sends both the can and Cassidy rolling further down the hallway.  Eventually Cassidy dislodges from the trash can, covered in several embedded thumb tacks.  As she sits hunkered forward, crying out as she pulls a thumb tack from her eye lid, Melinda runs up and drops throwing both feet right into Cassidy's back! Melinda gets to her feet, suddenly staggering a bit as her hair was now matted with blood, her face a crimson mask, and her arm almost completely covered now in her own blood.]


Nicholas Rowe: Oh God, I hate blood.

Shane Propone: You wuss!


[Reaching down, she gathers a dazed and confused Cassidy up by her hair and the strap of her sports bra, and brings her staggering back to the cart. Of the many things now littering the hallway, Melinda gathers up a dog chain and collar and clips it onto Cassidy's neck!]


Shane Propone: I am so turned on right now you have no idea, Nick!

Nicholas Rowe: Shane, I swear if you don't get fired first, you'll be sued into poverty if any of these women ever overheard you.


[Then with a hard whip, Melinda sends Cassidy running down the hallway, only to yank back on the chain and send her crashing to the floor with a gargled choke!  On impact, Thumb Tacks go flying everywhere. With a wince, she picks Cassidy up, half walking-half dragging her to a set of double doors that were marked "BOILER ROOM". As they near the doors, Cassidy suddenly comes to life, yanking hard on the dog chain and bringing Melinda into a brutal side kick that sends her straight to the floor!]


Nicholas Rowe: What will we see next?

Shane Propone: I don't know but I'm so ready to cu...

Nicholas Rowe: SHUT UP!!!!


[Picking Melinda up by the back of her head and the hem of her now blood spattered silver tights, Cassidy launches Melinda through the double doors.  Melinda lands hard on her bloody left shoulder, her wound skidding across the floor to produce a short streak of blood.  Melinda rolls onto her side with a sharp cry of pain, clutching the bloodied wound. In a flash, Cassidy straddles Melinda in that side laying position, battering her with brutal right hand punches to the side of her head! Cassidy then grabs that wounded shoulder, and shoves it hard into the floor while twisting Melinda's arm into a rear wrist lock and pressing her knee into the small of her back! Once again, she cries out in agony as Cassidy Lee inflicts grievous damage, driving those glass shards even deeper into Melinda's tattooed hide! For several seconds this goes on, Melinda struggling against Cassidy's superior leverage with pain weakened strength.  The Referee, now at their side, asks Melinda repeatedly if she wants to submit.  Each time he's met with a defiant no and a shake of her head.]


Shane Propone: She won't give up!!! Cassidy putting on the pressure!!!

Nicholas Rowe: Indeed she is, Shane!!!


[With her casted hand, Melinda finds the end of the dog collar and wraps it around her injured wrist.  Cringing her teeth and showing more heart than brains, she pulls the dog chain forward and whips her head back.  The result is Cassidy's forehead colliding right into the back of Melinda's skull, forcing Cassidy to release the hold and fall off to the side clutching her forehead. The two slowly rise to their feet, Melinda clutching that shoulder, Cassidy holding her forehead.  Moving in behind Melinda, Cassidy grabs the back of her head and gets a running start, sending her face first into a steam pipe!  With a sizzling sound, Melinda screams with pure agony which brings a smile of delight to Cassidy's lips! Melinda, with strained effort, props her leg against the wall and kicks as hard as she can.  The two of them go careening across the boiler room, Cassidy releasing Melinda and falling right gainst a row of hot water pipes, burning exposed skin wherever it made contact.  Cassidy falls to her knees, back arched, fists clenched in tight fists held before her, tears in her eyes, and a wail of pain escaping from her mouth.]


Nicholas Rowe: Cassidy Lee is down!!! What a tough match this has been so far!!!

Shane Propone: I LOVE IT!!!


[Noticing a mop and a bucket filled with dirty bleach water, Melinda scrambles towards it.  Gathering it up, she spins around douses Cassidy with the filthy burning fluid inside, each one of her puncture wounds from those tacks becoming tiny little flaming pin pricks to her.  Cassidy falls back, flailing her arms and kicking her legs, coughing and hacking madly as some of it managed to get into her mouth and eyes! The scene shifts out into the service hallway, where several arena workers were in the midst of gathering supplies for the show.  From a single door marked "BOILER ROOM" explodes Cassidy Lee being bull rushed by a bloody and burned Melinda Rhodes.  The two fall to the floor and begin trading blows back and forth, until Cassidy manages a hard punch right into her open wound, weakening her leverage and making her cry out. Cassidy rolls Melinda onto her back and quickly wraps her hands around her throat, proceeding to outright strangle her in the middle of the hallway.]


Cassidy Lee: Smile you Redneck piece of trash, I'm doing what your father the biggest favor in the world!


[Her face was gradually beginning to turn a deep shade of purple, but a look of unmistakable rage crosses Melinda's face.  With her good hand, she grabs the dog chain and yanks Cassidy right into a Cast Punch! Cassidy's head whips back, only to be yanked down yet again for a second Punch that seemingly knocks her out, forcing her to fall to Melinda's left with a stunned expression on her face. Rolling onto her side, Melinda coughs and gasps for air for a few seconds.  Behind her, Cassidy rises onto all fours, dizzy and shaking her head. Slowly the two rise to their feet, with Melinda the first to throw a punch.  Cassidy's head snaps to the side, and then whips back as she responds with a punch of her own.  The two trade drunken punches until Cassidy catches Melinda's arm in a quick wrench, and slings her through another set of doors!]


Nicholas Rowe: Here they go through another set of doors!!! They're going all over the arena!!!


[Another camera takes over as Melinda falls to the floor on the other side.  An arena worker and his girl friend, partially undressed, were apparently in the middle of an evening quickie in the far shadows of what appeared to be the underside of the arena bleacher seats.  Above the mass of piping and metal could be heard the crowd cheering as they watch the action on the ACETron.  Melinda looks around and notices a tool box nearby, loaded with tools.  She grabs the handle and looks over her shoulder, waiting. Cassidy steps through the doors, ripping the dog collar off of her neck and slinging it aside just.  Melinda launches that tool box at her!  The Pretty Hate Machine falls on her ass in a desperate, but successful, effort to dodge the flying mass of heavy metal, watching it hit the door and spill tools everywhere on impact!]


Shane Propone: Tools!!! You're a too, Rowe!

Nicholas Rowe: You're a mean, nasty person, Shane.


[With a fresh wind born from a sudden rush of adrenaline, Cassidy gets to her feet at the same time as Melinda, and rushes in with swift front and side kicks, firing them off in rapid fire succession!  Melinda throws her hands up, and does her best at blocking the blows, some of them getting through, all of them making her step back as Cassidy relentlessly pushes forward. The two emerge from under the bleachers and back into the crowd where Cassidy catches that injured hand of Melinda's with a solid Roundhouse kick, sending her staggering back with a growl and a grimace of pain.Cassidy, sensing the advantage, whips around and throws out her leg with a high spinning Back kick.]


Nicholas Rowe: Melinda ducked!  I don't believe it!


[Melinda moves forward in that ducked position, snaking one hand between Cassidy's legs, neatly draping the one leg over her shoulder, and interlocking her fingers behind Cassidy's back!  Realizing what was about to happen, Cassidy wildly shook her head and shouted, "NOOO!" just as Melinda backbridges the suplex...]


Nicholas Rowe: ...And Wow, Melinda hits a Capture Suplex on Cassidy Lee!

Shane Propone:  How in the hell did she do that?!  That came from nowhere!!!


[Cassidy skids a little on impact, seemingly stunned!  Melinda goes for a quick pinfall.]


Nicholas Rowe: PINFALL!!!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!!










TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!











THR-KICKOUT!!!!



[OMFG I CANT BELIEVE IT POP!!!!!!!]


Nicholas Rowe: CASSIDY LEE KICKED OUT!!!  That should have knocked her out!

Shane Propone: I don't know!  Both of these women have got to be toughest bitches to ever put on a pair of laced black panties!

Nicholas Rowe: Really...  you still have to go there, even at this point?

Shane Propone: Shut up Nick, we all needed a visual!


[As security moves in to keep the crowd back, Melinda is now rising to her feet with Cassidy, dazed and held up on her feet by a handful of hair.  The two make their way through the crowd and back towards the ring. Noticing a fan holding a can of Red Bull, Melinda asks him for it.  Of course, the fan hands it to her, and she empties the can in one long guzzling gulp!]


Nicholas Rowe: Rhodes apparently is thirsty for some Red Bull!

Shane Propone: I nearly forgot that one of tonight's sponsors is Red Bull energy drink!


[She then lets out a loud burp...]


[BBBLLLLEECCCCCCHHHH!]


[...and thanks the fan.]


Shane Propone: God that's fucking hot...

Nicholas Rowe: ...What did I get to deserve this.


[She then turns and rams the entire can, bottom first, into the forehead of Cassidy Lee, effectively splitting her open and crushing the can at the same time!]


Nicholas Rowe: HOLY CRAP!!!  Melinda has finally busted Cassidy Lee wide open, and look at the blood running down her face!!!


[Melinda then gets a bit of a running start with Cassidy down the open aisle, and bodily slings her into the ring barricade with enough force, that Cassidy flips up and over it, landing flat on her back! She then turns to the fans, stumbling only a bit, her face starting to pale slightly due to blood loss.  She throws her hands up in the air, giving the fans a two fisted three finger salute! Cassidy is found slowly getting to her feet, using the nearby ring steps for support as Melinda makes her way back to the barricade.  She throws one leg over, and as she straddles the barricade, Cassidy suddenly comes to life and hits a solid super kick that catches Melinda upside the head, sending her falling right back over! Hopping over the guard rail, Cassidy goes for a quick pinfall of her own!]


Nicholas Rowe: And a pinfall!!!


ONE!!!!!!!!!!










TWO!!!!!!!!!!











TTTHHHRRRRE-NO! That should have been the end right there!


Shane Propone: That was a knockout kick if I ever did see one, and boy, what a sexy leg delivering it, huh?


[Rising onto her knees and glowering at the ref, Cassidy turns and shoves a fan out of his seat where she promptly begins hammering her fist into the chair over and over in pure, frustrated rage! Picking up the chair, she folds it up, then grabs Melinda and pulls her to her feet.  Marching her over to the ring barricade, She slings Melinda forward, draping her across it lengthwise, her body straddling it. Cassidy raises that chair high above her head, rage and hate beaming in her eyes, and brings it crashing down, but not on Melinda's back, as Ms. Rhodes manages to slip off of the barricade! Cassidy snarls and marches towards the barricade only for Melinda to jump to her feet and pop her with a quick punch to the abdomen, forcing her to drop the chair and double over the barricade.  Melinda locks her up in a front face lock, pulls Cassidy across the barricade until only her lower legs kept her body suspended, throws a three finger salute to the crowd, and then lets out a loud Rebel Yell as she drops her foe with an Implant DDT that leaves Cassidy out cold!]


Nicholas Rowe: Melinda could win this thing right here!

Shane Propone: She's not going for the pinfall!

Nicholas Rowe: What is she doing going under the ring now?!  She could win this thing right here!


[Melinda fished under the ring briefly, producing a full table wrapped completely in barbwire!]


Shane Propone: YES!!!!!!!


[BARBWIRE TABLE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


Nicholas Rowe: CHRIST!  Has that been under the ring all this time?

Shane Propne: I wonder how anybody could have missed a barbwire table under the ring!

Nicholas Rowe: Apparently Ms. Rhodes planted that in preparation for this match!


[She slides the table onto the spanish announce table...]


[STACKED TABLES POP!!!!!!!!!!]


Shane Propone: The Spaniards are gonna' get a taste of Pojo Loco here!

Nicholas Rowe: She needs to keep focused on Cassidy!  Every minute she wastes buys time for her opponent to get it together!


[Unfolding the table, she sets it up, and then climbs on top of the announce table.  Reaching into her back pocket, Melinda produces a small bottle of lighter fluid.  Giving the bottle a teasing flick of the tongue, she flips the top open and pours the entire contents of the bottle onto the top of the table! Tossing the bottle aside, she produces a small zippo lighter.  Flipping the lid of the lighter open...]


Nicholas Rowe: THIS... THIS IS A FIRE HAZARD!!!!

Shane Propone: YA THINK?!!


[FLAMING TABLE POP!!!!!!!]


[...with a bright orange flame on the head of the lighter, she lights the table up and the crowd goes NUTS!  Melinda hops down from the table.]


Nicholas Rowe: That's a fire hazard!  She should be reported!!!

Shane Propone: You are such a stick in the mud Nick!  BURN BABY BUUUURRRNNN!!


[At that moment, Cassidy was just beginning to get to her feet, a hand to the back of her neck. Melinda reaches her, only to get a solid elbow shot to the gut, doubling her over.  Cassidy then follows up with a quick snap back fist that sends her staggering back into the apron!]


Nicholas Rowe: Melinda took too much time setting that up, what'd I tell you Shane?

Shane Propone: To shut up, several times?

Nicholas Rowe: Ugh... how's about one more time then...


[The two clearly show signs of the wear and tear they have suffered from this match, their reactions slow and their senses dulled.  Cassidy throws a punch that keeps Melinda momentarily stunned, following up by quickly slinging her over the apron and back into the ring.  There she leans on the apron, taking in several heavy breaths, her face slick with blood and sweat, much like her opponent.]


Nicholas Rowe: Look at the toll that this match is taking on these two women tonight.


[Cassidy finally joins the slow rising Melinda in the ring.  With a snarl, she plants a stiff kick to Melinda's ribs, sending her rolling across the apron, clutching her ribs. Gathering Melinda up, Cassidy whips her into the corner and promptly joins her with a running back elbow smash to her foe's face! Cassidy then lifts her up onto the top of the turn post.  After a brief pause to catch her breath, she joins Melinda.  Oddly enough, they are on the corner closest to the stacked tables, the top one wrapped in barbwire and still burning. Suddenly a struggle ensues, the two trading blows back and forth on the top rope.  Melinda begins teetering back towards that table, but just before she falls, she grabs Cassidy by her top and pulls her into a hug of sorts.  Both women turn partially in mid air and crash through the stacked tables, landing in a bloody, burned, and barbwire wrapped heap!]


[HARDCORE MATCH POP!!!!!!!!!!]


Crowd: HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT!  HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!!


Shane Propone: Do you hear those fans?  They are going crazy in those stands!!!


[Finding both Melinda and Cassidy immobile and unconcious, The referee motions for the end bell.]


*DINGDINGDING!!!*


Nicholas Rowe: It's over?!  Apparently both women are 

Amy Roland: THE REFEREE HAS DECLARED A DOUBLE KNOCK OUT!  THIS MATCH IS A DRAW!!!!

Shane Propone: This match is going to be looked upon as a classic and defining moment in Atlantic Championship Entertainment's history.


[EMT's flood ringside and get to work as the crowd watch on.]


Nicholas Rowe:  Indeed, Melinda Rhodes has delivered on her promise, either Cassidy was leaving on a stretcher, or they both were going to leave on a stretcher.

Shane Propone: Still, I can't help but wonder how this match would have faired if Melinda didn't come out completely pissed off...

Nicholas Rowe: I can't argue with you there, Shane.  Ms. Rhodes wasn't as focused coming into this match as she has been in the past.


[They were now loading Cassidy onto a stretcher, bracing her neck and strapping her down.]


Nicholas Rowe: Cassidy Lee certainly unsettled her with her verbal and psychological assaults.  She may not have won the match, but now she has a glimpse into not only what it'll take to go up against Melinda Rhodes, she also knows exactly what manner to attack her as well.

Shane Propone: That's why I always say that the best tactic is to never let 'em see you sweat.


[The scene fades out as Melinda was now strapped down on a second stretcher, Cassidy being wheeled down the ramp.]

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     When the camera comes back to me, I didn't realize I was rubbing that spot on my shoulder, just above the chest and feeling that old and still slightly puffy circular scar. It always reminded me of that first fucking match....

     “That was just the first actual match me and Cassidy had against one another. It was long, it was brutal, and the boardwalk hall was covered in our blood. It was also the first time in my professional life that I needed a blood transfusion after a match.”

     A humorless chuckle passed through my teeth and out of my lips, “Wouldn't be the last time either. Oh fuck no. For now though, that's the end of this installment. There will be more to come next week. Thank you for your time and enjoy the EWC experience.”

     With that, the feed cuts. Yeah, this shit was just the warm up....