Date July 1st 2019 / Time 11:58PM / Status Not Recording
Location Hyatt Place Hotel – Baltimore, Maryland

“Ugh….”

The water’s hot.

The soap is… Well soapy.

But that feeling of being covered in filth from whatever in the hell was in that dumpster.. Well that just won’t go the hell away – no matter how long I stand in this shower, lathering and rinsing over and over and over again.

I don’t mind losing. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve said it once, and I’ll probably say it a million times before I hang up the boots for good – I can take a fucking loss.

It’s just… how this one happened.

At the hands of some noname fucking Bitch who decided to return tonight of all nights and cost me the match? Fucking why? I mean, I know why now. I had no fucking clue who the hell she was when she pulled that hood off her head, but obviously Joe filled me in afterwards on who the fuck that cunt is.

Paragon.

It always comes back to fucking Paragon, doesn’t it?

They don’t like it when someone tells them how full of shit they are, that much is obvious. But Miss Christy Chaos just stepped up to the wrong person. She just interfered in the wrong match to gain back some sense of the mediocrity she had before she got injured.

Obviously no one missed her.

“Hey… Luce?”

“Hmmm?”

I respond, leaving my head against the wall of the shower.

“You know I was just kidding about taking all those showers, right?”

I sigh and push off of the wall, turning to face him as he stands in the doorway. I can barely see him through all the steam, but I can make out his arms crossed over his chest.

“I wasn’t.”

“Come on Luce… I’m pretty sure you’re clean.”

I scoff and lean out of the shower, letting my wet hair drip onto the floor in front.

“I sure as hell don’t feel like I am.”

He looks me up and down and I see a slight grin on his lips as he looks up into my eyes.

“Did you ever think I’d want to use the shower sometime? And here you are using up all the hot water.”

“You could have joined me, you know.”

He chuckles.

“Not when you smelled like that”

I roll my eyes and put a middle finger up in his direction.

“Go fuck yourself.”

“If you insist.”

He replies and walks back into the room. Not really wanting him to do exactly what I just told him to, I turn the water off and get out of the shower, drying myself off and finally exiting the bathroom wrapped in a towel to find him laying on the bed, staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face.

I move over to the bed, climbing in beside him and laying my head on his chest. He snakes his arm around me, absent-mindedly running his fingertips over my back.

We just lay here for a while, and I don’t know about him, but I just can’t stop thinking about what happened tonight. I’ve made a career of being the type of person that doesn’t put her nose in where it doesn’t belong and if that means NOT interfering in a match (Even if I don’t like the person involved) then that’s what I don’t fucking do.

People like Jack Michaels and his group… They just fucking bug me. They bother the absolute shit out of me. And after tonight? I mean I could have lost to Zodiac here tonight and I’d of been fine with it. I said I’d put him back where he belongs… I made a lot of bold claims but even I know that he could have very well beaten me on his own. But here I am, a loser because Jack decided to send in one of his cronies to teach me a lesson?

What lesson would that be?

Honestly.

That Paragon is proving themselves to be exactly as bullshit as some of us keep saying they are? That’s the only one I can think of because he certainly couldn’t have wanted to teach me that I should be listening to Paragon’s Godly messages… Right?

Finally, I glance up at him – taking in the lines of his face, the curves of his lips, the color of his eyes (Well eye… for now). I don’t think he could ever understand how much he means to me. Hell, I don’t even think I can grasp that particular concept. Even though shit like tonight bothers me, and shit like what happened to his eye bothers the both of us… I don’t know. Having each other just makes it easier to navigate the shitstorm that is life sometimes.

Eventually, I guess he senses that I’m staring at him and he turns his head to look down at me.

“Yes? Something on your mind?”

I sigh and shrug my shoulders.

“Just appreciating the scenery.”

He scoffs and shakes his head.

“So you’re into pirates, huh?”

I roll my eyes and lean forward, kissing him on the cheek.

“I must be.”

I lay my head back on his chest and again, silence takes over the room – except for the soft hum of the television.

I know what happened tonight will be rectified. Well, because I’m me and I know that she’s not going to get away with what she did, neither will the rest of her friends. But I have other things to focus on right now. Namely the match that I get to have with Joe in just a few days and I won’t let anything get in the way of having fun with him.

After that though… I think both Joe and I will have our hands full with people who need to be kicked in the head a few times.

That’ll be fun too.

 

Date August 7th 2019 / Time 8:19PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Lee/Wylde Residence – New York City, New York

“You know.. I was thinking…”

I say, walking downstairs into the living room, where Joe’s already seated at the kitchen island, drinking something that’s not coffee. He glances up as I get into the room, his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah? That’s a surprise.”

I nod my head, opening the fridge and grabbing the milk and a coffee cup from the cupboard before turning back towards him and pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“But before I tell you… Meds?”

I groans and I can’t help but smirk. Of course I ask. Not because I don’t think he’ll take them. But because.. I don’t know. I care. He’s been under a lot of stress recently and as we get closer to We Are Relentless, and his match against STK… I know he’s been laser focused on that… and maybe a small part of me worries he’s going to lose it even worse than he did against Zodiac the other week.

“Just tell me.”

He gives me a look and I shrug my shoulders.

“I just saw on my phone that Adina started preschool today.”

His eyebrows raise in question again and I roll my eyes.

“Kyra’s daughter?”

“Oh.. Yeah. Right.”

He replies, staring at me as if he wants me to explain what I mean with this train of thought. I move around the island and sit down beside him, taking a sip of coffee.

“Well.. I mean, she is my niece. I was thinking maybe I should… try to talk to my sister and see how it went.”

He nods his head.

I’ve been on the fence about it since I saw it a little while ago. Kyra and I have had a lot of issues through the years. She and I have never really gotten along and I know that a lot of that is my fault. Guilt has been my constant companion for a lot of years for that reason alone.

I don’t know if it’s worth the effort. I don’t know if it will help possibly mend a little of my relationship with Kyra or if it’ll make things worse.

“If you think that’s what you should do..”

“That’s the thing. I don’t know. I tried to invite Kyra to mine and CJ’s wedding all those years ago..And that didn’t go well.. at all.”

I remember that particular phone call like it was yesterday and to say she wasn’t happy to hear from me was the understatement of the century. I know I am responsible for fucking our relationship up but I tried. I tried really fucking hard to extend an olive branch to her and she spit it right back in my face.

That’s her prerogative and I respect that. But after everything that happened in the last year.. I’ve thought about it more and more. Especially after my father kept me hostage in that warehouse and he told me that Kyra was going to be next once he killed me.

The thought gives me chills and I shake my head as Joe puts his hand on my arm.

“Then don’t. She hasn’t really done anything to show she really wants anything to do with you… unless you count all that shit on Twitter a few months ago.”

I look down at my hands and sigh as Joe puts his hand on mine.

“But maybe that’s why I should. I’d like to believe that I’m not the person she thinks I am but I know that I’m a lot of the reason why she is the way she is.”

“No. She’s a bitch. That has nothing to do with you. It was her choice to be the way she is. You both came from the same environment and look at how different you both are.”

She and I did turn out differently.

And while we did come from the same environment… We both didn’t get the same opportunities after we got away from that. I don’t know.

“But.. maybe you should. At least you could feel good about the effort.. Even if it doesn’t go well.”

I look up and over at him.

He’s right.

If I don’t at least try, then I’m just as shitty as she thinks I am.

“You’re right.”

I get up and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him – taking a few extra seconds to make sure he feels my appreciation before I pull back and smile softly.

“Thank you.”

He reaches up and pulls a strand of hair out of my face and nods.

“Go on..”

I head outside onto the patio and pull my phone out, bringing her contact information up on the screen. I felt unsure before, but now, with my finger hovering above the ‘call’ button, my stomach does a few flips. I sigh and press the call button before I get any more second thoughts and I put the phone up to my ear, listening to the phone ring for a few moments… wondering if she’s even going to answer.

“What?”

Well I guess that answers that question.

“Hey.. Kyra.”

“What do you want?”

I sigh and shake my head. I shouldn’t have expected anything better than this reception. Honestly.

“I just.. I saw that Adina started preschool today and I… Just wanted to see how it went.”

“What the fuck do you care?”

“Come on Kyra. You know I care. Don’t do this again.”

I hear some muffled voices on the other end of the line and Kyra tell them that she’ll be there in a minute.

“Listen, you don’t give a shit anymore than you did when we were kids so why don’t you take your bullshit and go fuck yourself?”

“Kyra, I’m sorry….”

She scoffs.

“Sure you are. At least you think you are. I’m busy with people who mean a lot more to me than you, so leave me the fuck alone. ”

And before I can open my mouth to say anything else, she hangs up the phone. I bring the phone down from my ear and toss it onto the couch before throwing myself down beside it, putting my hands on my face to block out the sun.

Why did I think that was going to go any differently than it did?

I hear the patio door open.

“Well?”

“It went beautifully. We’re going out for mimosas after WAR.”

I spit back, sarcastically.

“So you’re telling me I’m going to have to play nice with Jack?”

I shake my head and let out a forced chuckle. Fucking troll.

“I wouldn’t do that to you.”

I sit up and watch Joe as he moves out onto the patio, closing the door behind him.

“It went exactly as we both thought it would, Joe. I don’t know why I try.”

“Because you’re not a petty Bitch?”

He says it and immediately shakes his own head.

“Sorry.”

I shrug.

“Don’t be. Maybe eventually she and I will see eye to eye. Or maybe that’s just a pipe dream and I should get my head out of the clouds and accept that this is just what it is.”

All it will ever be.

 

I know I’m still relatively new here and all, and I know that what I’m about to say is probably going to offend a few of you.. But Christy… No one fucking missed you.

I’ve been here a few months now and I’ve never heard any mention of your name from the first time I walked through those doors, until Joe had to tell me who in the fuck you were after you cost me my match against Robert. You could easily say that that’s because I’m just a newbie but I think we both know that it’s really because no one missed you.

I mean maybe Paragon did.

Maybe.

But what I really think is that if they missed anything, they missed having you around to do their dirty work. That’s all you are, Christy. You’re replaceable to them. If it weren’t you, it would be some other moron interfering in shit they have no business interfering in, trying to teach people lessons that they don’t want.. Or NEED to learn from a group of Jackasses who think they’re God’s gift to wrestling.

I’m not saying this because I have nothing better to say.

No, I’m saying this because I have done my research, Christy and honestly? I’m not really all that impressed. Sure, you and Jack have been friends for a long time, haven’t you? I’m sure you’ve spent holidays together, rejoicing in the greatness that is Jack Michaels and his star studded legacy.

I’m sure he’s a gracious host, and I’m sure he’s a great friend. Right?

Tell me, how many times did he check on you when you were injured? Did you watch Chaos at all while you were gone? Did he ever mention you or make sure everyone knew that you were still a member of the Paragon Cult? I’m almost certain that he didn’t.

Why could that be, Christy?

Probably because, to him.. You didn’t matter. Not until you could actually produce anything that would further his great mission.

Here I am thinking that you interfered in my match because Jack sent you.. But what if you already knew everything that I’m saying to you right now? What if you already know that Jack wasn’t interested in you because you were the lame horse of the group? Maybe you decided to fuck me over because you wanted to show your “Friend” that you aren’t as useless as he thought you were… that you are still worthy of being a member of Paragon.

Either way, Christy… You fucked with the wrong woman.

You fucked with the wrong woman and I’m not sorry for what is about to happen to you at We Are Relentless.

As for the rest of Paragon?

Something tells me that they’ll be next.

A War is brewing and let’s be honest… As long as you all are this fucking stubborn and stupid.. that’s all it will ever be. I hope you’re ready.

See you soon.

 

OOC – JC used with Permission