We last left off with Mr The Jerk having to pull my team mate, Kris The Hammer Von Bonn, out of his little trance that he put himself in, after Mr The Jerk told him it would be good for ratings if he took himself back into his past, that he fought so hard to get away from, let alone remember.
The trance had him grabbing his hammer and going beserk on one of the walls of the Misfits Gymnasium. When he was brought out of his trance he was all.... what's the word? Embarrassed!!! Ashamed!!! And Mr The Jerk wanted me to focus on going back and revisiting my past too. All for the sake of stupid fucking ratings. I would say 'Fuck you' to Mr Jerk, but he is my boss and I did sign for the Misfits organization, so I have to do whatever they order me to do, or they would ship back to the U.K. and trust me I'm better off out of the U.K.
Anyway I need to carry on.
And now the continuation.
I leave Kris to his embarrassment, and head straight back into my 'office', where I head to my 'Target Room'.
Once there I sit in front of my computer and do research on my two upcoming Savage opponents. Jim Jimson and a weird guy named Random.
What I can find of Jimbo is more perturbing. This is all I can find what he looks like.
~insert picture of jim~
And even more weirder is the fact I can't find anything at all about this Random dude. No info. It's like he doesn't exist. So what the fuck is that all about?
~insert picture of Random~
I sat back and looked for more info on Jimbo. He is the current Heavymetalweight champion (at this time of the promo) and aparantly he likes Dolphins. Not just like Dolphinshe talks to them as well.
I print a copy of each of Jimbo and some Random guy, and put them up on the wall so I can take notice of then every day and focus on what I have to do to beat them next Saturday Night.
I'm getting a headache. So I head into my room, and stand in front of my mirror and rub my head. I look back at myself in the mirror. I can remember back to the first time I really saw myself in the mirror. It was just before that incident. The incident where everything changed my life....
KENT, ENGLAND
A brief quick history about my home county. It's nicknamed 'The Garden of England' because it's abundant with Fruit. It's the eldest county in England, and it's just over an hour drive to and from London.
Kent isn't a wealthy by any standards. It wasn't known for its cafes like it is now back in the late 80's, 90's. It has a large student population.
I was born to working class parents, on 12th July 1992, and was the youngest of 5. 3 elder brothers, and an elder sister. My father wasn't always around as he worked in the coal mines, and my mother was a cleaner. Also a very hard worker.
What they did get right was schooling for us, from an early age. They supported anything we wanted to do. I found wrestling at an early age, I thank god I did every day because if I didn't I would certainly be dead by now because of my 'troubles', I can almost guarantee that.
I joined the local Kent youth Wrestling academy at 7 years of age. Within 40 years I was the Kent youth champion, I held under 8's female title, under 9's female, under 10's female, under 11's female, under 12's female and the open under 12's after i swept the boys to one side.
It was from me winning that title that got me into trouble. You see some of my so called 'boys' friends, hated the way I showed them up. I embarrassed them.
Did I think they had a right for revenge? Sure. Was it right? No. Hell no. Would I had been a part of a pack if the shoe was on the other foot? Hell no I wouldn't have been that petty.
THE INCIDENT
23rd August 2003
That morning I remember standing in front of the mirror, looking at myself holding the Under 12l Open All Comers Trophy. I had won it the night before.
My parents had to take 'time' off of their jobs to go to the presentation. They both said they were 'proud' of me.
I'm standing there, and next thing I receive a text on my phone. It said:
'Hey Mels, we r hanging at the Yards, would love to hang with the 'champ' today' ~ Caleb
Caleb was one of my closest friends. We both joined the Wrestling class together. I should have taken a closer look at the message because he never called me 'champ' like that before. But I didn't. Didn't even suspect anything.
I replied back:
Sure. I'm on my way now.
I put the trophy down, changed into some warmer gear, and headed out without telling my siblings where I was going. None of them cared anyway as they all had their noses stuck up their butts because they were all jealous of my success, and they were doing their own thing.
That was another thing. We only ever went to the 'Train Yards' which was out of the way to see older kids fighting. And we hadn't been for a while. I should have seen that as a sign.
So I made it to the 'Train Yards' and found it errily quiet. Caleb was fidgeting with his bike when I walked up.
"Hey Caleb where is everyone?"
Caleb looked up at me, with tears in his eyes.
"I'm sorry Mels, they threatened me, I had no choice,"
Before I could ask what the hell was he talking about, there was a whistle, then I was surrounded by 6 boys and 3 girls. All the boys were the ones I had beaten to get the win. I knew who the ring leader was. It was Ryan who I bet in the final.
"What the fuck is all this?"
"I told you Mels, before the final, that no gal had ever won the open final, and that was for a reason. You should have taken the hint,"
That ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, was the ever angry, and sexist Ryan. His father and grandfather were well known sexists.
Judging by Ryan's black eye, I never gave him that, it's like within the last 12 hours, we all know who gave him that.
Ever the bitch when I'm pissed off, which I now was, I opened my mouth without thinking.
"I guess we know who gave you that shiner, Ryan. And I'm sure we know who was unhappy with you getting second place."
I regretted it the moment I said it, even though it was true, it inflamed the situation.
Within seconds, Max and Rodger, (Ryan's best friends) were behind me, grabbing my arms, and because they caught me off guard, they over powered me with their strength, and Ryan was speeding towards me.
"Hey let her go," yelled Caleb
Ryan got close to us but punched Caleb first.
"You lured her here, cunt. I told you that you could leave when she got here, don't make change my mind,"
Caleb looked at me with his nose bleeding and tears running down his face.
"Just fucking go like you arranged, go. GO, FUCK OFF."
Caleb took off on his bike at break neck speed. He was use to my anger but never that bad.
I looked back at Ryan.
"Just get this done like the nob head that you are,"
Yes I know, poor choice of words to suit the situation. Still I said them.
'Whack'
Ryan hit me with a karate chop to the nose. He was a well known karate champion as well.
All I saw were stars and felt seething pain in my nose.
All I heard were 'gasps' by those around me who didn't know Ryan very well... They were shocked that he actually hit a female.
All I remember was hearing myself say:
"I bet you used those hands on your mom, from time to time, to really show her who's in charge,"
Yes, given the circumstances I really shouldn't have spoken like that. I was just shocked that Ryan had karate punched me.
He did it twice more, another again in my face, and then in my throat.
The two idiots holding onto me, let me go as I dropped to my knees struggling to breathe.
"You should really watch what you say, bitch. Take it from me, you aren't as good as you think you are!"
"Come on Ryno, you've shown her who's the boss, you've done enough damage. Let's go."
That comment had been from Sian, who hung around Ryan like a bad smell, and had always called him Ryno. In reality she knew what he was like, and was really trying to save me from himz and from myself.
Ryan had taken the hint and was about to walk away. I didn't take the hint though, but should have. I managed to breathe in some air, and spoke without thinking.
I mean I had blood pouring out my nose, I was just barely breathing, and people expected me not to say anything?
3 older brothers taught me never to stay quiet even when things were extreme.
"If I'm not as good as I thought I was, how was I able to beat you, you dumb nob head."
Again, yes, well, I said it.
I struggled to my feet. Really I was safer where I was. Because next second, Ryan reacted so angrily and forcefully hit me with a karate kick which sent me flying.
I must have flown about ten feet, I can't be sure, because I can remember hitting dirt, then the last thing I felt was my head hitting steel. And then I thought I was dead.
I was better off dead.
From what I was told much later, the karate kick itself wad so powerful that it gave me an instant concussion.
My head hitting the steel railway sleeper, sent me into an instant acoma.
If it wasn't for Caleb's quick reaction, he was watching from the hillside over hanging the rail yard. He quickly called the paramedics as soon as he see me hit the steel sleeper and everyone scattered
The paramedics were there within 15 minutes, if it had been any longer I would have died.
Even though Caleb saved my life, he did sell me out to Ryan, by luring me there. I would never ever speak to him again. Although he did try a couple of times, when I started going through my 'stages', I refused to let him in.
As for Ryan, he was arrested shortly afterwards, but because he was a 'minor' he got away with major time, and his family moved away not long afterwards.
As for me, I spent 2 weeks in an enforced acoma as they needed my body to fight the pain that was going through it.
The doctors weren't sure if I would wake up with any lingering effects or brain damage, and they told my parents exactly that.
My parents were asked to prepare for anything. My father couldn't handle the pressure, and just walked out on my mother and his kids.
My mother was just barely coping. Had I not woken up, I'm sure she would have been the one to go crazy instead of me.....
I blinked and found myself staring at my reflection in the mirror. Tears were streaming down my face.
Like I said, just remembering that shit is always tough. Living through it the first time around was way worse.
The fact that I had pulled myself out of that was amazing enough as it is, I struggle to do it at times.
So I'm sitting there and the next thing I hear is....
"Pull yourself together, girl,"
Shit.
Until next time
HONOLULU, HAWAII
JUST BEFORE SATURDAY NIGHT SAVAGE
NEAL S. BLAISDELL CENTER
The XWF cameras go live to the locker room of Melanie Crayzee Childs just before Saturday Night Savage is about to begin.
It sees her getting ready. Her manager Antony The Jerk walks in front of the camera.
"Tonight is the debut match of my 'client'; Melanie Crayzee Childs. She is oh so ready to take on the dolphin talking, drug addict, Jim Jimson and the no hoper Random."
"Let me just say that neither opponents have 'respected' my client. Jim Jimson was late to the party while Random hasn't bothered to say anything yet. So I've instructed my 'client' to make this short,"
Antony steps back, and Melanie who was tying her shoe laces looks at the camera.
"Maybe Vita will watch my debut match?"
"Miss Childs, we talked about this. Stick to the main subject,"
Melanie rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Spoil sport. Very well. Jimbo Jimson. You best be ready to face me tonight because I'm bringing my CRAYZEE with me, and no amount of drugs will keep you from winning."
"I wish I could talk to dolphins, thats so cool, but what is way cooler is that I have your number, Jimbo. I'm going to win tonight mark my words."
"And as for the hopeless Random, you will be totally caught up in your own randomness that it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the randomness of the situation and when I randomize you into believing that you are well and truly that loser, then you won't realize what hit you."
"Jimmy, Jimbo, Jimbob, I truly hope that you and Random know that tonight I will win my debut match, because its been too much, too little, too late for either of you."
"And by the way shout out to Vita. You go girl!"
Melanie looked at the camera and cocked her head to the side. The scene inside the locker room ends.