I need to explain myself quickly so that I can deal with this issue, and move on, and get out of here.

"Don't be like that, girl, introduce me to your new friends!"

"Not now, please.... not now..."

"Trust me, girl, it's just me at the moment. I'm able to keep the others at bay, but if you don't want to introduce me then so be it..."

"WAIT!!!!!!!!!"

I sat there, sighing, looking into the mirror. Next second my reflection changes.

"Good decision, girl. Now introductions please."

"Ladies.... and gentlemen...... boys.... and girls........ and...."

"Why are you being slow... girl?"

Suddenly two burly men burst into my room. One had a needle. I'll explain later.

"Please do it now. S.O.S."

"You BITCH. I swear girl, I'll find a way back. PAY BACK'S A BITCH!!!"

"Please.... do it now!!!!"

One of the men grabs me, and hold me very tight. While the other one injected me, and I quickly see black...

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I open my eyes and look at the roof. I must be on my back. Boy I hoped that injection worked. I then hear.

"She's awake!"

I turn my head to see Antony The Jerk pacing around the room, and my stable mate, Kris The Hammer Von Bonn staring at me looking grouchy.

"Please stop looking that way, Kris," I say

Antony stops pacing and rushes over to myself.

"How are you feeling, Miss Childs?"

"Better now, I managed to catch it in time,"

"You were lucky you had your cell phone on you! Unlike last time,"

"Yes lucky, that's one word for the situation, can I please get up?"

The Doctor looked at me, then looked at Mr The Jerk, who nodded. The Doctor untied the straps that were holding me to the bed. For my own protection.

I jumped off of the bed, but still felt woozy from the medication I had received.

"Mr Von Bonn grab that wheelchair over there. She can get back to her 'office' in that,"

I saw Kris roll his eyes. I know a little bit of him is worried about me, but the rest of him - his German psyche - doesn't really like me. Over the last year since I came here to Miami, and we've trained together, I've learned to get use to his ways, unfortunately parts of him were still getting used to me.

Kris grabbed the chair and brought it over to me. I sat down.

"I still think she still needs to see Dr Rowan,"
said the Doctor to Mr The Jerk. Dr Rowan was the Misfits sports psychiatrist and had seen me personally after a couple of minor episodes over the last year.

"I'll leave that decision to Miss Childs,"

"I'm fine, but I promise I will go see him if it starts again."

"Fine."

As Kris pushed me towards the door I began to drift back to the time of my 'accident' when I started waking up.

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I got into wrestling at a young age, amateur wrestling of course. I was good at it, and won titles for my age group, and gender. The first year I was able to compete against the boys in an open comp I won. Some objected to me, being a girl, beating a boy for a title, and so I was beaten up because of it.

During the beat down my head hit a railway sleeper, and I was knocked unconscious instantly. Had my 'friend' not called for help straight away, I would have died.

As it was I was placed in an induced acoma, to help my body recover from the stress of the situation.

And now the continuation:

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All I can remember about being in the induced acoma was the darkness. Oh the darkness and how black it was. I thought I could hear voices around me while I was in this pitch black darmess. I knew I could hear my mum's voice. Sometimes crying. Sometimes yelling. Sometimes talking directly to me.

But I couldn't hear my father's voice, maybe once or twice in the first 2 days of being trapped in that darkness. But never after that. There was a reason for that. I found out after I awoke that the pressure had been too much for him, so he walked out, walked out on his family, and I never saw him again.

Too sad, too bad, oh well never mind I hear you all saying, well poo poo to you guys too. You would'nt understand.

Anyway here I was stuck in my acoma. For what seemed liked hours and days and weeks. It was only one full week though, but the time felt extended.

I could see myself standing in the middle of all that darkness. I could see the full cycle 360 degress all around me. Pitch fucking black. I could make out paths leading away from me but I could never bring myself to take a step in any direction for fear that it might me the end for me. Plus I was stck. Stuck to the one spot. Looking around and around, never miving. Just feeling the coldness of the blackness of the long night.

Was this what it felt to be in the middle of a black hole? Darkness? Coldness? Going nowhere? Being stuck within the hole? Fuck knows? And who would care about that science crap. I'm not a science nerd.

Anyway I was stuck, felt stuck, it felt awkward.

I could hear nothing from within. I could hear voices outside. But nothing from within. It was all very calm, very quiet, very still, very cold, very black. Did I mention the blackness, the darkness? Of course I fucking well did. Keep up.

And then it happened. After standing there listening to nothing for so long, feeling cold, feeling empty, feeling lost, feeling abandoned it began. The voices.

'Oh Melanie'

I looked around. Stuck to the spot looking out in the blackness, I looked around. Did I just imagine that? Did that come from the outside? When was the last time I heard people talking outside?

'Oh Melanie' there it goes again.

"Who's there?"I heard myself asking

I was hoping no one would respond. Why would they. It's my own head. But my hope turned to shock? Worry? Scared? Happy? Sad? Despair? Take your pick.

'You'

I stood uncertain if I heard that correctly.

'It's me.... you!'

Liar, I thought, that was not 'MY' voice.

'I am no liar, I am you.'

Oh my god, it heard my thoughts. Was it really me speaking that way? Surely not.

'Surely is you speaking this way'

"Stop that,"I said

'Stop what?'

"Stop listening in to my thoughts,"

'Like I said, I'm you, so I can hear your thoughts because I'm you.'

"Bullshit,"I said disbelieving whoever, whatever I was hearing

'Stop disbelieving yourself'

"Like I said, Stop that," I felt like we were going in circles.

I just felt stuck again, unable to move, but I was now surrounded by a voice that clearly wasn't my own. But I was trapped. I couldn't make it stop. Things would get worse before they got better and better would be unbelievable searing pain. The only thing which would stop the voices.

Yea, I said voices, plural. In the not too distant future I would be hearing more but that was then and this is now. I just needed to sow the seed for more upcoming chapters, and now I'm just running out of time, I need to move forwards.

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SATURDAY NIGHT SAVAGE
19TH OCTOBER 2019
HONOLULU, HAWAII

I WON, I WON, Oh boy I WON
Did you see VITA?
Did you see my debut match on Savage?

I pinned Random. Some Randon dude to win my triple threat debut match. Jimbo Jimson couldn't stop me. He lost as well. Haha told you I would win, Jimbo. Go and tell your Dolphin King you lost. See what happens then.

Listen mate. I'm they
crayzee one here not you.

See you later Jimbo, Random nobody. I'm moving forwards, where are you guys moving to?

Laters.

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PRESENT DAY
PROMO ROOM
MISFITS GYMNASIUM
MIAMI, FLORIDA

The XWF camera man, hired by the Misfits organization is told to go live to the XWF Universe.

Standing in front of the camera was Misfit's Manager Antony The Jerk, waiting to talk while off to the side was his 'client' Melanie Crayzee Childs. She was singing a small tune.

`Candy corn, candy corn, candy corn, corn. You know where you can stick your candy corn, Centurion`,"

Antony rolls his eyes "Miss Childs, please!!!"

"Sorry boss,"

Antony looks back at the camera.

"When I first came to the XWF, I told you all with the addition of my 'clients' they will change the landscape within this place, and that started last Saturday night when my 'client' Miss Childs' won her debut match."

"She won her little triple threat and that put in motion my plan. Granted, it slipped a bit on Wednesday when my other client 'Mr Von Bonn lost his debut match, but he did show plenty of promise early on to show he will be a threat under the right circumstances,"

"This isn't about Kris boss, it's about me!!! Me... me.... me....,"

"No, no, Miss Childs, you are indeed correct, THIS IS about you today, so let's get started,"

"This coming Savage my 'client' is up against the lucky Hart Champion, Centurion, and in a Candy Corn Deathman. I seemed to remember saying no to these two options?"

"Wait a minute.... I did say no.... to both options. Yet management wants ratings and so we have no choice but to abide by the match."

"And abide by it my 'client' will. She has a strong chance to take the idiot that is Centurion down! I hear you all laughing. I remember you all laughing when I said my 'client'would win her debut match. That shut you lot up."

"So if Miss Childs can win a triple threat match, she can certainly beat the helpless Centurion. It took all his effort to beat Mastermind when he said it would be a walk in the park. Look what happened, he almost out paced you."

"But hey don't just take my word for it. It's now time to hear from my 'client',"

Antony stepped to the side. Melanie walked slowly in front of the camera. She moved her head to the right and then to the left. She lifted up her hands to show a bowl full of Candy Corn.


She puts the bowl on the floor in front of her, and grabs a hand full of candy corn. She looks at the camera and smiles. She starts letting the camdy corn that is in her hand drp between her fingers back into the bowl below. Most of it gets back in while others just land on the floor.

Finally Melanie speaks "Hey Centurion..... I like your sister.... Allison right?....... She is so...... so.... smoking hot. I'd tap her any day of the week. You know I swing both ways. Let your sister know that..."

Melanie giggles, she then hears a loud cough from her boss, and stops. She looks back at the camera and had her serious face back on.

"Alcohol and drugs do not go well, Centurion. A smart bastard like yourself should know that. You aren't in a rock metal band. You are a wrestler for fuck sake. Not a good one either."

"I mean..... what do I mean? You are a has been, you are a current bean.... heck even these candy corn are sweeter than you are and that's saying something."

"Listen to your sister, she knows. Or is that the problem? Your sexist? You don't take orders from females. You are lucky that there are no females in the XWF Management apart from that Roxy chick. She's hot too, just like Allison...."

"Listen to me Centy, you need to hear this,"

Melanie grabs another handful of the candy corn. She is fired up now.

"Mr Sexist Pig, Centy, you need to listen and listen good. You need to listen to beautiful Allison. Take it from me, come next Saturday, I onow several places where I can stick these candy corn. One of them, your mouth, the other up your nose, and the other up your......

"MISS CHILDS!!!!!"

Melanie stops in full flight, and puts the candy corn in her mouth and attempts to eat them. She cant. She starts spitting them out.

"When I'm finished with you pig, I'll spit you out and win our little match then you can fuck off back to Wednesdays. Because it will be Too Much Too Little Too Late for you on Saturday nights. Oh and Centy...."

Melanie picks up the bowl with the remainder of the Candy corn, looks at it, looks at the camera, smiles, then her smiles disappears as she chucks the bowl at the camera.

She then walks off humming. The bowl just misses yhe camera lens. But the XWF camera man shuts off the feed.

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