A quick break

[Amelia Gately]

Amelia and Angel watch on as Heath, Brett and Jamie take turns in the ring with the trainer. Angel, very enthusiastic, banging the apron to egg the guys on.

Angel; "C'mon Brett, dropkick, follow it up, c'mon."

She turns to look at Amelia, who is gazing off into space. Angel tugs on her arm, pulling Amelia off to some warm up benches.

Angel; "Sit."

Amelia complies, then starts to chew her thumbnail.

Angel; "There's something bothering you. Talk.

Amelia looks down, and Angel nudges her.

Amelia; "Oh, I don't know. Maybe I'm just overwhelmed. You know, wrestling, my new look.....

She sighs, Angel smiles.

Angel; "Heath?"

Amelia flushes and Angel swings her arm around her, hugging her.

Angel; "Look, it's okay to have a thing for him...He's very cute."

Amelia puts her hands up to her face, hiding her blushes, but Angel pulls them down, and forces Amelia to look into her eyes.

Amelia; "The way he looked at me that night. I mean we've been friends for ever. And now all of a sudden it's changed, and I don't know.....

She throws her arms up in the air, and Angel giggles.

Angel; "Do you like him?"

Amelia nods, barely.

Angel; "So what's the problem? I mean, it's obviously mutual, sooooo?"

Amelia buries her face against Angel's shoulder.

Amelia; "Well, I just keep thinking about me and Heath.....then you and....Well, it all seems so complicated.

Angel frowns, pulling away from Amelia, and taking her hands. She looks seriously at Amelia, taking a deep breath.

Angel; "Am?...Look, me and...Well things with us....Yes it's complicated. Sometimes I don't know what to do for the best. Sometimes, no matter what I do, it's just not right. But you and Heath? You're different, you have history.

Amelia shrugs, biting her lip.

Amelia; "you and Trips have history too....."

Angel gets up, dragging Amelia to her feet.

Angel; "Honey, we have a totally different type of history...so much has happened, bad and good. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference. BUt you and Heath? You two are all good.

Angel smiles supportively at Amelia, rubbing her shoulder. She reaches into her bag, and pulls out some notes.

Angel; "Here, go get us all a bite to eat, get yourself some fresh air. Think about yourself, about Heath, about the future. I'll keep these guys busy."

Amelia gives Angel a quick hug, then snatches up her jacket and heads outside.



ooc- do not reply please...the person who follows knows who they are.

[Xavier Lee]

(ooc: Doesn't seem to be clear where this is, but I'm assuming it's backstage.)

The camera shot opens to almost a close-up on Amelia Gately walking down a corridor. Suddenly, a strong hand grabs her shoulder. She begins to let out a shriek, but the other gloved hand clasps over her mouth. The figure behind her spins her around and grabs her by the neck. The camera pans out to show Xavier Lee as the attacker.

"Well if it isn't Amelia from the Remnant..."

Lee lifts Amelia up over a table and slams her against the wall. He relaxes his grip somewhat to allow her to breathe, but keeps a strong hold on her neck. She attempts to break out of this hold, but he holds her in place, sitting on the table with her back against the wall.

"I'm really very sorry about this... You're not meant to recieve this kind of punishment, are you?"

He grins.

"I've just got to send a message to your friends in the Remnant and all of the EWA as well. First, the Remnant defies some kind of natural law to beat myself and Mills... And then they and the Elite Wrestling Alliance vermin have the audacity to attack SCW? All out of fear and paranoia. But this, I believe, shall send a nice message to everybody about the dominance of SCW."

Amelia stares at him with a half-scared, half-angry look. Lee grips her neck a little bit tighter.

"Ah, so your precious Angel, Brett and Heath haven't even tried to save you yet? Why... You... Barring Angel, of course. But you are mere pop singers, you're not meant to wrestle. And then you and the whole rest of the Elite Wrestling Alliance coalition have the balls to attack us? Pure paranoia..."

The last words seem somewhat different, and the expression on his face seems slightly confused for a second. His grip on her neck relaxes to almost a mere touch. He smiles grimly.

"Miss Gately. I believe the message the whole world gets from this will be sufficient. Just thank your god that I did not go any farther in the punishment."

Xavier Lee completely lets go of her neck and walks out of the camera view.

[Amelia Gately]

Amelia breathes deeply, and brings her fingers to her throat as she watches the madman leave. She rests against the wall, sliding down it, until she sits on the cold concrete floor. She brings her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them defensively.

The words of her friend Maddy come back to her, making her shiver, and she lets out a small sob. Refusing to be intimidated though, she wipes a hand across her face, then rubs her throat as she gets back to her feet.

She stares down the corridor, where her attacker is out of sight, and narrows her eyes. Her hands are balled into fists as she tenses up, preparing to go after him. A light touch on her shoulder makes her jump, and she spins around.

Heath; "Hey, Angel said she sent you out for take away, you back already? Where's the food?"

Amelia shakes her head, coming to her senses.

Amelia; "Sorry, what? Oh yeah food. I...er...Forgot what you guys wanted."

She looks behind her, back down the corridor, absentmindedly rubbing her throat.

Heath; "You okay?"

Amelia nods and holds up the money.

Amelia; "Yeah...Sure...So, want to give me a hand with this?"

Heath takes the money out of her hand, heading off down the corridor. Amelia watches him, til he turns and motions for her to hurry up.

[Heath McGaskill]

Heath is thoughtful as he walks on ahead. What with everything that has gone on recently, it's been a while since he took some time out with Amelia to have fun.

*Looks back over shoulder, then motions for Am to catch up.*

But ever since Amelia hooked up with that Angel chick, things have been different. Like her new look. She looked fine before. But all this make-up, and short skirts? Makes being friends so much harder.

"Hey? When was the last time the two of us just chilled out. Played a few tunes, worked on some new lyrics?"

*Reaches out to hold the door open, Amelia slides through.*

"Ummm, I don't know. Guess it's been a while. What did you have in mind?"

*Shrugs, stuffing hands in pocket.*

"Nothing in particular, just thinking out loud"

Mind wanders back to the issues at hand, ShadowCorp. And Brett's upcoming match with Triple C. So much stuff going on, it's almost impossible to keep track of.

"I was thinking about...ShadowCorp.

Amelia interrupts Heath's chaotic thoughts.

"I mean, you three have a plan don't you? You, Brett and Jamie? Because they aren't people we should take lightly...You know?"

When Amelia hesitates again, he looks across at her, and catches her rubbing her neck, nervously, defensively.

"I promise you, none of us are taking this thing lightly. Is there something bothering you?"


"No...Just generally...you know, checking."

She reaches to her throat again, but lowers her hand as she sees Heath watching her. At the diner they order food, and walk back to the others in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts.