The Next Hurdle

And so ends my fifth FSociety match, bringing my win/loss in the company to 4-1.

It was a hell of a match and whilst the way we won wasn’t how I would have liked, I have zero doubt that the result was correct. I left the match feeling excited, I felt my own performance was great and that we worked well as a team.

Sure, we got fortunate, with Ryan showing his true colours and abandoning his partner. Actually, I feel bad for Aiden over that. But business is business and I take no personal satisfaction from defeating him in that sort of way. The only plus side is that the majority of his team’s loss is squarely on Ryan’s shoulders.

But a win is still a win, and we proved - once again - that we are a team to be reckoned with. Despite the announcement of a new team in the shape of Jenson Idol and Zooey West-Jaa, I see no reason that any team but us should be next in line for a title shot. Last time we got a shot was a clusterfuck, a frustrating mess. But we’ve earned another crack, a fair crack - a straight tag match with the champions.

Of course then Sarah...the impatient brat she is, felt otherwise. I cannot and will not condone her sneak attack after the main event. I see no merit in such trickery. Success, true success, isn’t achieved by taking short cuts. Naturally, Chris Night thought it was great, but that says more about him than anything. So we get ‘rewarded’ for her actions with a singles match each against one of the tag champs.

Trust me, it’s a damn good thing it’s a singles match. I can barely bring myself to talk to Sarah right now, let alone work with her. I would literally have socked her if I’d seen her after that, but luckily for her I wasn’t there anymore.

Worse yet, I was saddened to see Kenzi Grey aiding her by distracting me. Saddened and hurt, honestly. Here are my housemate and my tag partner, conspiring to deceive me and undertake a move which directly affects my career, not just Sarah’s. This is my future, my reputation on the line too.

...I even managed a small bit of bickering with Cynthia over it, until she literally dragged me away from the arena to calm me down. Thankfully she understood, and after my anger simmered down, we were okay again.

Looking back, seeing it unfold and realising the deception, I can say that I instantly felt my trust in Sarah eroded. I have since told her under no uncertain terms that if it happened again, there would be no team. I just hope we can rebuild, because right now...I don’t know if she truly has my back…and that makes me feel uneasy.

Well...what a turnabout in my life I’ve had this past few weeks.

Without any doubt, I can safely say that meeting Cynthia could be the single most important thing to ever happen to me. That’s no bullshit, it’s not me wanting to talk her up. She has literally spun me around, in a good way. Like a hurricane, she’s stormed in, shaken everything up. She’s brought my more happiness than I even know what to do with.

Now as I sit here, my morning having been spent training with her - readying for her own fledgling career - I’m already thinking about all the ways we could spend the rest of the day. And trust me, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my day with her. The rest of this and every other day, for that matter. To sit with her, to hold her, talk to her, kiss her, make her smile and laugh. We have been literally inseparable since we became a couple a few weeks ago, and truth is...I love it.

I love her.

The strange thing is how it’s made a difference to my career. Honestly, it’s as if she’s given me an extra 10% enthusiasm, effort, grit and determination. I want to impress her, I want her to be proud of me. I never really struggled for motivation, but it’s like having her there just makes me even hungrier for success.

Training with her pushes me that little bit further. Watching tapes with her makes me that little bit more observant, as I explain to her the process and she asks questions I might not have thought of. She has every bit of my drive and heart. She can, and will, be a world conqueror. But more than that, she makes me feel like I can be one too.

I never thought I’d meet someone who could do that for me. Someone so amazing, so just...right for me, someone special. And trust me, she is special.

It’s even down to her that I’ve patched things up with Kenzi and Sarah. Things don’t feel like they did before all of last week’s crap, but I think we’ll get there. The Blood Reavers are at least back on the right path, and our training together this week was successful. I just hope that she understands that if we are to make this work, we need to do it properly. I suppose time will tell.

And that can only be good for us. This next show we fight apart, so that gives even more time to get our shit together again. I won’t let Sarah’s impatience ruin this for me. I won’t let this team fail because of her. I will keep us going forward and I will not stop until we achieve all that we want to.

Otherwise? Not much to report. Things are good, I’m spending time with friends, new and old, and training as ever. I’m in a really good place now, which just...stuns me when comparing it to just over a month ago. In a good way, of course. I just...can’t can’t believe. Looking back at how sad I had started to feel and now...now I feel like myself, the real me. The Melissa Reeves who can be a world conqueror.

First stop? Defeat Sarah Keyes.

Short entry tonight...Cynthia just had her first match. A narrow loss, courtesy of a sneak attack by some cowardly bitch.

I’m crazy proud of her, though. I mean REALLY crazy proud. She went out there and gave it her all, and were it not for that chick I believe she’d have won.

But...the real reason I came here was because my ex, Chris, followed me on Twitter. I haven’t heard from him in months, ever since he...just...left. He deleted his social media not long after that and we lost touch.

Now that he’s returned I feel...almost uneasy. I hadn’t expected it, I don’t know what will happen with it. Will he want to be friends? Will he even reach out if I don’t reach out first? I have questions for me, but mostly it just brings back the hurt I felt at the time. All that effort put in, and for what?

Of course, I wouldn’t take it back. I have Cynthia now and she makes me the happiest I have ever felt. Still, though...I did once care for him and he did her me, so part of me wants to yell at him and another part wants me to see how he’s going.

I guess we’ll see how this pans out...

In the front room of her LA home, Melissa Reeves was sat on her couch. Beside her sat a laptop. She turned to the camera, leaning forward, showing a small amount of cleavage from behind her tight gym bra.

“Here we are then, season two, episode two of Anarchy. I am booked into a match and I am locked and loaded, ready and raring to go. But..it’s not the tag title match I had hoped for. It’s not the tag title shot that we deserve. Instead it’s a singles match. My first singles match in what...two months? Last time it was against Terry McKenna.”

She chuckled and shrugged.

“Who? Yeah, exactly. He soon came and went, less than impressive in that loss against me, didn’t he?”

Melissa used her hand and mouth to imitate a plane crash, looking back at the camera with a smile.

“But this time I am against one half of the tag team champions, Sarah Keyes. The half of the tag champs who didn’t score the win at Cold Dawn. The girl who, just two weeks ago, was soundly defeated by Adrien Cochrane. Is she the better of the two? I’m not sure.”

Looking to her side, Melissa’s eyes moved to her laptop, where the window was focused on her opponent’s biography.

“What I am sure of is that here I have an opponent who is good in the ring. Good, not excellent. But let’s be honest she has a very obvious flaw. A huge, gigantic, difference making flaw. Sarah Keyes is a tag team wrestler. She needs her partner or else, and this is only from observation, she falls short.

“See her match at the last last show as evidence.

“Me though? Well as you all know, I am accomplished in one on one affairs. I don’t need my tag partner to win. I’ve gone through my career fighting the majority of it by myself. I have lost one...count it, one singles match in the last year!”

She held up a single finger, emphasising the one.

“And that’s where the difference lies between us. In our match, she is out of her comfort zone, but me? Oh I am right in my element. This is what I do, Keyes, it’s who I am. For almost ten years this has been my life and come Sunday, you will be nothing but the next hurdle. I’m focused, prepared and...more than at any other time this past year, I have so much to fight for, so many reasons to succeed. I can’t, I won’t let you or anyone stop me. It’s not going to happen.”

Melissa closed her laptop, and again leaned forward.

“Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not taking this for granted. I know that you will do your best, but I’m confident. I am extremely confident. And when I defeat you, Sarah, it will only be further proof that the Blood Reavers deserve that tag title shot against you and Daisy. It will be yet more proof that I deserve a chance to shine, a chance to bring the tag division back into the spotlight - where it belongs, not lagging down the pecking order where it is now.

“Will our match and my win bring me that? Hard to say. So far the leadership have been...inconsistent and I wonder what hurdle they might throw at us next. An extra team? Some dumbass stipulation? Or will they just elect to overlook us anyway? I gotta say, if that happens, I won’t be able to temper Sarah’s rage.”

A quick shrug betrayed a look of relative nonchalance in her.

“As much as I dislike her methods, she is right in that we deserve our shot. My match again Keyes will prove that I am better than her. Lackan’s match against Locke will she that she is better than her. As a team we will show that we can compete, together or alone, and be better than the champions. We will quash any doubt in anyone’s mind as to whether or not we are worthy champions.

“So no matter what is thrown at us, my team will come though. My team will earn that shot, that chance! We will take that chance, we will become the tag team champions. We will bring the tag vision to the forefront of the promotion, where it should be, and we will zealously defend what is ours from any and all comers.”

She stood, smiling to the camera.

“But first things first. Sarah Keyes, you’re in my sights. I hope you are prepared for what I am about to bring, because I hope that you make me work for my win. Take this match as a taste of what’s to come, for when we do indeed inevitably choose to come for your titles…”


Several steps forward brought her to the camera. She leaned in, real close.

“Because, sooner or later, that is exactly what will happen!”

Smiling again, she cut the feed.