Post by Rebel Rhodes on Oct 18, 2022 12:28:38 GMT -5
We find Melinda Rhodes walking among the huge crowd gathered for the massive pre-show event in Hawaii just down from the Waikiki venue for the Tara Fenix Charity Event coming in just a few days. She’s dressed casually in a ripped black T-shirt, colorful sunglasses, shorts, sneakers, a TFCE wrist band and a small brimmed black hat. She holds in her hand a bright blue drink, what locals would know as a Maui island breeze cocktail. There’s a big grin on her face as she’s clearly enjoying the atmosphere and crowd.
In the far background we can see a few people like Chris Page, Centurion, Lexus Van Drachenberg, and Hayley Fein signing autographs and taking pictures with fans at their perspective booths.
“Hawaii has been a blast. Been chilling with the fans, signed a few autographs, got some pictures, and of course been soaking up the sun and working on my non-existent as fuck tan.”
She chuckles.
“Nick Knight, IWF World TV Champion, one of the most popular wrestlers of the Imperial Wrestling Federation, and someone that I’ve held in high regard ever since our first encounter at another little charity event, El D’s Backyard-O-Rama…”
She taps her chin in thought, looking off briefly as she tries to remember.
“...About a year ago when I tased you in the nuts, right?”
There’s a little chuckle.
“Oh man, that was such an awful finish, but the ride getting there was alot of fun. You and me killed it in that ring and I always hear about how those who attended loved what we threw down so when you said, ‘Hey Rebs, let’s go round two?’ I said, ‘fuck yeah, let’s go son!’ and here we are in Waikiki about to tear up this beachfront property like a pair of Hawaiian Hurricanes from hell.”
She smirks and adjusts her mirror shades, taking a sip of her drink, nodding with approval at the lovely flavor.
“Mmmmm.”
Suddenly a young couple rushes up to Mel in the middle of her shoot, a tanned and dark haired and bikini clad young hawaiian woman and her blond haired boyfriend wearing bright orange trunks. Both looked as if they’d just gotten out of the water of the nearby beach.
“REBEL RHODES!!!” the man shouts with glee, “Can I take a picture with you and my girlfriend?”
Yep, what’d I tell you? Her boyfriend. Mel shrugs and throws her arms around both people
“Sure, why not?” she says, then adds, “Give your phone to the camera guy there, he’s an expert of this stuff!”
The man tosses his phone to the cameraman, an arm reaching from under the frame to catch it.
“Um I’m not paid to do this,” The cameraman’s heard saying, slightly muffled as he’s behind the condenser mic.
“Oh come on man, you do this shit all day!”
Sighing softly, the camerman brings the phone up into view with the camera turned on and snaps a rather effortless picture.
“Catch,” he says, tossing it back to the boyfriend who stumbles and fumbles with the phone a bit.
“Mahalo iā Ms. Rhodes!” the girlfriend says before rushing off with her boyfriend.
With a chuckle, the Rebel continues, “That’s the life my friend, but while we’re all friends and fun and games here at this little pre-show with the fans, when we get in that ring, me and Nick are gonna’ beat hell outta’ of ourselves like we owe each other money.”
Another sip of her drink as the cameraman follows her as she walks out onto the less crowded part of the beach, the crowd noise dying down the further they get away.
“No gimmicks, tasers, or bullshit. We’re here to have a match for a charity of our choosing and mine is the Disabled American Veterans fund. People who fight for this country deserve to be cared for and while Veteran Affairs is doing what they can, for some wounded soldiers out there that have been forever scarred and crippled by the wars they’ve fought, it’s not enough.”
The Rebel settles down in an empty folding chair, placing her drink on a cooler right beside it. This was obviously her little spot on the beach. It gives a great view of the ocean as it churns and ripples before her, foam hitting the sand in its own steady, slow rhythm.
“My father was one such wounded soldier, retiring after taking multiple gunshots saving his fellow Marines during the Gulf War. The man almost died and luckily he had good representation as he had almost lost his benefits due to disobeying orders in order to save his people from certain death. Not everyone is that lucky though.”
She leans forward, elbows resting on spread knees while rubbing her hands together.
“I still remember for a moment, how we struggled when he came back home for good. He couldn’t get work due to the severity of his injuries and the VA wasn’t able to do alot for him at the time. The Disabled American Veterans fund would’ve been a great boon to soldiers just like him back in the day.”
Mel tilts her head toward the camera, looking into it with a more serious look.
“That’s why I’m gonna’ be out to kick your ass, Nickster. Love you brother from another mother, but this charity means alot to me and I’ll fight my ass off for the injured veterans of the United States armed forces. None of them should ever have to question whether they should have lights on or a roof over their heads. Not one single soldier should ever have to go without, for theirs is the ultimate sacrifice. We put their lives on the line so many of us don’t have to.”
Mel lifts her drink up towards the camera.
“Cheers to the Good Fight my dude. Let’s tear it up, Nick Knight.”
She then takes a good swig of it. Cut. Print. Finish.