CJ Wylde
Antonio Ricci
Isaiah Luck
Ken Davison
Kyra Johnson
Lucy Wylde
Magdalena Lockheart
Sam Action
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
I’m not really one for going into a strange place and taking something that isn’t mine.
But I figured, what the hell. Might be fun. And fun I did have… I bet I surprised a lot of you too, by making it to the finals last year along with my new friend, Eden Morgan and a few other notables.
Unfortunately, I didn’t walk out of Outlast with the World title, but I do believe I walked out of UGWC with your respect. At least, some of you.
And here I am this year, Captain of a team. Funny how much difference a year makes, huh? Funny how much things can change, isn’t it?
And changes do come. And they come frequently and they come hard.
Get your minds out of the gutter. Please.
Because there are important things happening. I mean come on, in a few days you all get a preview of Outlast, at least you get to see a preview of all six captains in the ring together vying for that coveted number one draft spot.
Date September 3rd 2017 / Time 5:36PM / Status Not Recording
Location Richard’s Bar – Chicago, Illinois
The bartender pulls the bottle away, but before he can, she stops him – grabbing the bottle from his hand and sitting it down beside her. I can’t help but to chuckle. She does need to catch up after all.
“What?”
She looks a bit flustered, but I can’t imagine why. She’s Eden Morgan. She’s the very same woman who put me down relentlessly just a few months ago… those ice cold eyes showing no remorse in doing so…
Yet now, when I look at her.. I don’t see that same, stone cold demeanor that I used to. I look down at my hands and shrug.
“Nothing really. It was funny… what you said, I mean.”
And here I am, being as awkward as she looks. Fuck. I need another drink. Maybe I should just grab the bottle like she did. I might need it.
“Oh.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
I say, turning towards her as she grabs her bottle and pours herself another shot. Her attention is turned down to the glass, a deep furrow in her brow.
She mumbles something incomprehensible as she brings the glass to her mouth, downing another shot.
“What was that?”
She places the glass on the bar and turns to me, our eyes meeting for the first time.
“I need a bigger glass.”
“And some ice.”
“Oh, God yes.”
She said, a small smile forming on her lips. I smile back at her, raising my hand to the bartender.
“He is kind of creepy, isn’t he?”
She says softly, as he approaches. Yeah, he’s a creep factor of ten. Totally. He’s mostly bald, except for some weird tufts of what I can only describe as white fur coming from the sides of his head. He’s missing one of his front teeth and when he gets closer, his one eyebrow is missing, and my only question is.. how?
But I don’t ask because, well… He’s he one with the alcohol and I want the alcohol.
“He really is, but- Hey Hoss… Can we have two bigger glasses filled with ice please?”
I bat my eyelashes at him as he nods and looks from myself to Eden. She follows my lead and juts out her bottom lip.
“Pretty please?”
He flashes his ‘winning’ smile at us as he moves under the bar, and in a few seconds pulls two larger glasses out, placing them in front of us. He scoops some ice into each and slides them to us.
Eden wastes little time, pouring herself a half a glass of vodka, and watching the ice crackle in the room temperature liquid.
“I take it you’d like a bottle too.”
The bar keep says to me, his toothless grin garnering much, if not all of my attention at this point. I smile sweetly and nod my head, trying not to stare.
“It’s like you’ve known me forever, Bart.”
His eyebrows raise as he slides me the whiskey bottle.
“My names Wilbur.”
“Same thing.”
I reply, no longer interested in conversing with Wally, or whatever his name is. I pour myself a glass of amber liquid as he walks away.
“So… how are you doing Lucy? That was a pretty nasty fall…”
I nod my head in agreement, I’ve seen the video finally. It did look pretty bad, it probably felt worse, but luckily I wasn’t really there for the bad part.
“Still don’t remember any of it… but at least my face isn’t such a mess anymore.”
I take a sip of the now cooled whiskey and smile.
“How are you? That shit that happened with Killi-”
“I’m fine.”
She says before I can even finish his name. I raise my eyebrows and turn towards her as she downs the entirety of her glass in one fell swoop.
Obviously that’s still a sore subject for her.
Can’t really say that I blame her.
“Well you’re here.”
She nods again, pouring herself another glass. After a few seconds she turns her head and sighs.
“I’ll survive.”
“I know that feeling.”
I grab my glass and down the rest of it. Time to change the subject back to something more appealing for both of us.
“Hey, you’re gonna have to work harder to catch up… I’m still going strong.”
She chuckles and looks away, back down into her glass. We sit in perpetual silence for a couple of minutes, sipping our drinks and looking around at the crowd of old men that are starting to fill this place.
“Why did you-”
She says, stopping for a few seconds as she glances away from the patrons of the bar and back at me, pointing from me to her and motioning around the establishment.
“Why did you, you know… want to do this?”
That’s a great point. Why did I want to do this? Why do I wanna make nice with the woman who hated me for so long… or the woman whom I hated.
Hated?
Wow. I can’t believe I just said ‘hated’. Past tense.
I shrug my shoulders.
“I don’t know. I guess I realized that you and I are more similar than I thought.”
“Hmmm…”
She hums, turning her blindingly blue eyes towards the back of the bar, and the large mirror that sits there. I look at her, and then follow her gaze into her own eyes. Interesting that I thought this woman didn’t have a soul for so long… And here I sit wondering if I even have what I’ve accused her of not having.
Her gaze shifts and now she’s looking into my eyes in the mirror. A lazy smile crosses her lips.
“You’re probably right.”
I chuckle again. I think she’s starting to feel a bit of a buzz. Shit. I’ve been buzzed, I’m going for drunk and if I’m really lucky… by the end of the night I’ll be fucked up.
“You? Admit that I’m right? Holy shit, hell really has frozen over.”
She laughs out, spilling a bit of vodka on the bar as she’s pouring herself another glass.
“Alcohol abuse!”
I say rather loudly, leaning towards her and mopping up the rogue liquid with a napkin as she laughs. Everyone around us watches us in an almost stunned silence. I guess these old geezers have never had any fun in their lives… ‘Tis a pity.
Of course I can see that there’s more to her laughter. I’m a chick. It’s what we do. We act like everything is peachy keen, like everything couldn’t be better… all the while, our hearts are torn in two, and our real emotions are just below the surface, covered with a lot of make up and fake smiles, not to mention expensive clothes and cocky attitudes.
Except right now, for me… Things really are peachy keen. No husband to burden me with his jealous ramblings… No bullshit to deal with. Just living my life, exactly like I told Gabriel a few nights ago. I want to live and this… is living.
“I mean you are right, Lucy. We both have so much going for us, and nothing to hold us back anymore.”
She finishes with a satisfied grin as she takes another gulp from her glass and I notice that that bottle is already half gone. I look at my own bottle and realize that it too, is a little over half gone.
“Nope. Nothing at all.”
“They don’t know what they’re missing.”
Inhaling deeply and exhaling softly, I nod my head and look down into my glass. I grip the cool glass tighter as I pick it up and bring it to my mouth, taking in every last drop within it. I close my eyes and swallow. It burns and cools at the same time as it goes down my throat, and I smile at the pain.
The good kind, of course.
“Hell no they don’t… But…”
She looks over at me, her eyes questioning me without saying a word.
“But it’s okay if you feel bad about what happened…”
Her eyebrows raise and she doesn’t answer me straight away, instead opting to refill her vodka once again, downing it before the ice even has a chance to give it any amount of chill.
“But I don’t. I’m better than that foolishness. But on that same note, if you felt bad about what’s happening between you and–”
“Oh no.”
I say before she can say his name. I really don’t want to hear his name right now, not because it hurts… even though it might, just a little… but no it doesn’t.
Nope.
I’m Lucy Wylde and that stupid shit isn’t going to hurt me anymore.
I wonder…
“He had it coming.”
Is this the way she talks to herself too?
“Then… to our idiot exes… may they–”
“May they never find anyone as good as us.”
We both nod our heads and clank our glasses together, then gulping down their contents without much regard to how much we’ve already had this evening.
Date September 4th 2017 / Time 7:11AM / Status Not Recording
Location The River Hotel – Chicago, Illinois
“Jesus fucking Christ Kyra…”
“What?”
“What are you doing up so damned early?”
I hear her scoff on the other end of the phone, as if everyone should be up at the ass crack of dawn like she is. Doesn’t she know that I’ve got a splitting fucking headache right now?
…
And a bottle of rum laying on my pillow beside me.
What the fuck?
“Oh I don’t know, Lucy.. Might be the almost one year old I have. She’s pretty demanding. So what’s up your ass?”
I sit up in the bed, pulling the bottle down into my lap and checking to see if there’s still anything left inside.
“Just the headache from hell.”
“And what might that be from, Hmm?”
“What the fuck are you so nosy for?”
I open the bottle and let the last couple of drops drip into my mouth before I let the bottle fall unceremoniously onto the floor beside the bed.
“Testy, testy.”
I roll my eyes and pull the blanket off of my body.
“Fuck off sometimes, seriously. What do you want?”
“Well I wanted to see if you were going to come to Adina’s birthday party at the end of the month.”
“I never expected you to be one of those moms…”
I slide to the edge of the bed, searching the room for any other bottles that might have some how made it back to the room with me. If I slept with one, maybe I had a threesome too…
Valid point. I get up and stumble my way into the bathroom, maybe I left one in the shower. I mean, maybe it needed to clean up afterwards.
“What are you laughing about?”
“I was just thinking about a threesome with me and two bottles of–”
“WHOA…”
“Holy shit, Volume Kyra… I have a heada–”
“Yeah, I realize this. Let me guess, you were out drinking again?”
I look in the shower… nothing. Damnit. I actually feel a pang of disappointment in not seeing a bottle of something, anything in the bath tub.
“What does it matter?”
“You were talking about a threesome with you and– NO JD… Stop it.”
I let out a small laugh as I listen to JD in the background.
“Now you’ve got John wondering who you’re having threesomes with…”
“Tell him it really wasn’t a threesome, I just wish it was.”
“John, she said it wasn’t really a–”
She stops in mid sentence and lets out a yell.
“God damnit… Both of you fucking quit. Lucy, don’t you think you’ve got a bit of a problem? And where’s CJ at by the way? Shouldn’t he be–”
“He’s probably at his house, sitting around like a fat, lazy asshole. Who cares where the fuck he’s at? Plus, for another thing, I don’t have one God damned bit of a problem. I went out last night with Eden. I had a good time. Now I just need a little hair of the dog to–”
“Wait a minute.”
I growl into the phone.
“You cut me–”
“What the hell happened between you and–”
“Don’t say his name again or I swear I will come to whatever fucking city you’re living in now and I’ll cut you.”
There’s a pause and I have to check to see if she hung up on me, but when I put the phone back to my ear I hear her breathing.
“Nevermind, I don’t really want to know. Did you get with that guy Gabriel yet?”
I walk to the fridge and open it, hoping to find… Oh fuck yes.
“Bingo…”
I grab the bottle and pull it from the fridge, practically hugging it as I skip my happy ass back over to the bed and plop down.
“You did?! Holy fuck… I can’t believe it–”
“Wait a minute, what? What are you talking about?”
I didn’t even hear anything that she’d been saying.. I’m too damn busy getting this bottle open.
“What are you talking about?”
“I found a bottle of… What is this… Vodka in the fridge. I hate that shit, but Eden must have given me some to go last night…”
“Oh…”
“What did you think I was talking about?”
She sucks in a deep breath and sighs.
“I thought you’d gotten with that Gabriel guy.”
I laugh out loud.
“Jesus Kyra… No. Not even close.”
I finally get the cap off of the bottle and take a quick swig as I listen to Kyra’s sadness ringing out from Alabama, or wherever she’s at. What a fucking troll.
“Damnit.”
Date September 6th 2017 / Time 1:29PM / Status Not Recording
Location Royal Pizza – Brooklyn, New York
Truth is, I’ve been looking forward to this for days. New York is known for many things, The Yankees (Yuck), traffic (Double yuck), being the home of one Gabriel Baal (Hmm?), but mainly for its pizza. Gabriel took me to Joe’s for dinner and I do have to say, their pizza is fucking legit, but here I sit across from a cyan haired little shit who tells me that this place is by far the best in New York.
How could I hear a claim like that and not want to find out for myself, but not before going a few rounds in the ring at a gym not to far from here.
For someone who doesn’t think too highly of her abilities… She’s got a lot of fucking skill for someone who’s so green. It might be that I enjoy her company as well; Miss Maggie Lockheart reminds me a lot of myself… and being with her now reminds me of that all over again. I’d say it’s like looking in a mirror, but then I’d be doing her a disservice. She’s way cuter than I ever was.
“What can I get for you ladies today?”
A young man stands over us, ready to take our orders. I motion to Maggie, shaking my head.
“Go for it. Impart your wisdom on me.”
I say grinning. She returns my grin and wipes her still sweaty forehead, moving a few strands of green hair out of her face while looking up at the waiter.
“Uhhh… I’d just like a slice of cheese, please.”
“Well I guess I’ll have the same.”
As he turns and walks away I laugh.
“Way to be a tour guide, Mags. Jeeze.”
“Hey, you only said that you wanted to try the best pizza that you’ll ever taste in your entire life. You said nothing about me taking you around the block.”
I tilt my head to the side and jut out my bottom lip.
“I thought that was implied. Damnit.”
“Oh, just like that collar that you wear doesn’t… imply… anything?”
Maggie giggles as I reach up and touch the piece of leather I just happen to be wearing around my neck today.
“Relax. If you wanted to go sight-seeing, why didn’t you say so earlier? I could have had the taxi guy drive us around a little bit. We didn’t have to come straight here…”
I tug lightly on the ring in the front of the choker – much like I do most of the time. It’s funny that my choice in ‘necklace’ is the first thing she points out, and that smile… That innocence surrounded by evil. She’s like a God damned chameleon. Innocently pointing out something that meant so much to me, or means so much to me…
Does it really mean anything anymore?
Not according to my empty ring finger, it doesn’t.
I let go of the ring and put on a smile.
“It implies that I’m an edgy and misunderstood woman. But I guess you wouldn’t buy that, huh?”
I reply, remembering conversations I’ve seen on Twitter between this unassuming young woman and her girlfriend. It’s interesting, I’d never take her for someone who was into that kind of thing, let alone someone who was like CJ…
Fuck Luce, don’t compare her to him. Jesus.
“…And I’m totally fucking with you. I’ve been walking around the city in my free time. Not like I’ve got much to do anymore between Synergies.”
I shrug my shoulders and turn my attention towards the back of the restaurant. I rather enjoy being out on my own. Last time it was hell on earth, or maybe I didn’t appreciate it for what it really was before. Either way. God damn I’m hungry.
“Well, really, it’s not a problem.”
She says with a certain shyness and a blush that I’ve come to enjoy since meeting her. It’s a token of innocence, or at least to me that’s what it seems like. The way she slightly lowers her head and flashes her dark eyelashes at me. It’s awfully cute in it’s own way.
“I-I mean, a-anything. I’d take you anywhere in New York… y-you know that.”
This time, I’m the one who finds myself giggling like a school girl.
“And I didn’t mean it like that. Strictly as friends! I wouldn’t begin to presume what that pretty little choker meant, or means… but I do like it on you. It reminds me of that dog collar match that you had with Lacklan. Seeing you whip her ass…”
“Yeah that was pretty amazing. Although I think she got the better end of that deal.”
I reply, the smile falling slightly off of my lips.
“But she did come back for seconds, so I must be doing something right. Maybe she liked it on me too…”
I reply, leaning into the table and placing my chin on my hand.
“Ehh. I wouldn’t worry about that. I’m more pissed off that the UGWC doesn’t seem to care that their Cross-Hemisphere Champion was attacked post-match by the same bitch who attacked me before mine. I mean, what, are they not watching their own product or something? How many times does Sarah Grey-Lacklan need to almost injure somebody before they step in and do anything? You know what I think? I think that they were really hoping that she would beat you. I think they’re more interested in how many casual mentions that they can cop on twitter than actually taking care of their talent.”
It’s kind of cute seeing her all bent out of shape about Mrs. Grey-Lacklan. Makes me chuckle as I take a sip of my water.
“Or… they know that we can handle our shit. I for one don’t need management to step in every time I get a boo boo. Actually I prefer to handle my business without all the fuss. She did what she did to you, and you shut her up. She tried to hurt me again after I beat her, and now… I get to fuck her up again at Outlast. It’s a win-win, love.”
“I see. Interesting. So by not interfering they’re leaving Miss Lacklan… excuse me… Mrs. Grey-Lacklan open for any reprisals that she might incur. I never really thought about it like that before.”
I nod my head as she continues.
“It’s just too bad because I didn’t really sign up for this to hurt people, believe it or not. I don’t mind the fight… but are we even wrestlers anymore? I thought that what separated us from some hackneyed youtube schoolyard fight videos was the fact that we all have training, have licences, have a bell, have a referee?”
I don’t answer right away. Her questions do make a good point.
This sport has turned into more of a blood sport than anything. I never used to be that kind of fighter, yet here I am still nursing injuries that I honestly don’t give a fuck about. And I’m destined to get more, but I don’t give much of a shit about that either.
“Good point. I don’t know, I used to feel that way too. There used to be a time when I refused to fight in contests that were outside of the so-called ‘standard rules’.. Yet just a few weeks ago I was in a dog-collar match, and well… you see what happened to me in that. I don’t know if I’m the right person to ask any of that to anymore. I’m not the same Lucy I was back then.”
“Well, I don’t like the way that things are one bit, but I guess this is what I signed up for.”
“You’re pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.”
“Do y-you really think so? Aww, Luce… That… means so much… coming from you.”
I can’t help but smile.
“Well you did just fuck me up in the ring a little bit ago… I’m surprised you didn’t try to throw me off of the stage too…”
I grin playfully as her eyes widen.
“Hey! That’s not funny! I work really hard to try to do what Jan says you know… to bring honor and respect back to wrestling. It’s not my fault that you and Lacklan are out there getting chained together at each others throats fighting to the death! I didn’t make professional wrestling into a warzone. But hey, if that’s what y’all want out of me… then that’s the side of me that y’all are gonna get.”
I sit back in the chair, eyeing her up for a few moments – the smile turning from one of playful fun to devilish evil.
“Good. Honor and respect are great, sweetie.. If that’s what you’re given. And for everyone else? Bring out that lil devil that I see when I look in your eyes. I’m sure she likes to play too.”
“I know that she shouldn’t… but there are times that she really wants to.”
“Oh no, she should. Trust me.”
Sorry not sorry guys but I’m going to have THE team to beat this year.
Just like last year.
Except this time, I’m coming at you from within the beast. I’m coming at you as a member of this roster, for what now? Going on nine months, is it?
This time I’m coming at you as your Cross-Hemisphere Champion, and potential World Champ. Sorry Gabriel, I had to.
That’s essentially what we’re all fighting for, am I right? We’re all fighting to end up with you…
…
…
With you in the finals, I mean.
With you in that World Title match.
Duh.
But anyway, back to the match at hand. Determining the best of us, or rather, determining which of us is more determined to get that number one draft pick. I’ll tell you what if I win, the first person I’m picking is… Zane Scott.
Just kidding.
Fuck you Zane.
None of us are gonna give away our strategies, I mean why would we? That gives the others the perfect opportunity to fuck you over and take the people that they know you want. I mean that’s another big ‘duh’, right? Like I really don’t have to say that, I mean come on.. We’re not good people. None of us are.
And if you’re one of the people right now watching this and saying, ‘but I am… I am a good person’… then you’re a fucking liar.
I’m watching you.
All of you.
And the rest of you are gonna be watching me as I create one of the most dominate teams in UGWC history. Bold claims, I know.. But I’m pretty good at keeping my word, and this week will be no different.
Even if I happen to fuck up and lose… None of ya’ll will see what I’ve got coming for you.
Even if I have the last pick… Even if you all think I’m utterly and totally fucked… I’m not. I never was. I’ve got this shit on lock. I showed ya’ll last year that I meant business. Just think of what I can do now that I’m here and I’ve already shown what I’m truly made of.
Scared yet?
…
So, Donovan… you fucking stooge… Good Luck, I guess.
Dave… I mean good job in becoming captain… but that’s about as far as you’re gonna get sweetie.
Killian… The world owes you nothing, and neither does this match. Fuck off.
Eden… Thanks for that bottle of vodka, saved my ass the other day. Mwah!
And Sarah?
…
…
…
I’m so glad you’re back, can’t wait to beat you again…. and again…
And again.
…
So, did I miss anything? No?
Good. See you Monday.
OOC: Eden Morgan & Maggie Lockheart used with permission.
