Apart, Together

Jan 5th, 2021 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 36 min read

ML – 2021.001 “Apart, Together”   Magdalena Marie Lockheart was where she had always been since returning from the hospital months ago. The old, decrepit farmhouse that she once visited somehow became a place to call her own. To her, this place didn’t feel like it was hers. It was hardly familiar. Even as she rested on the bed in the first-floor study; it still…

Jenova – 002 – Comforted by Nothing

Jun 21st, 2020 J E N O V A, Promos Magdalena Lockheart 32 min read

I didn’t want to hurt the Masked Debaters… …and I don’t want to hurt ‘The Empty’, either… Prologue December 15th, 2019 “Make way, Make way!” “Maggie?” “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to step back please-“ “Oh God… Maggie!” The wheels of the gurney rattled and shook as the EMTs rushed her down the halls of the United Center. “Somebody tell me what’s going…

Square One

Nov 19th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 24 min read

Prologue One Month Ago “Oh God…” I stepped into the sterile emergency suite at Albany Medical instantly regretting my decision to come. I wasn’t sure if Lucy Wylde was lying there asleep, unconscious, sedated, or dead… well, I knew she wasn’t dead… but she was still somber and uneasy to bear witness to in that condition. I couldn’t speak. The thoughts from my mind pushed…

The Highroad

Oct 21st, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 30 min read

Prologue   Three years ago I was lying in an alley in New York with blood pouring out of my head and my clothes torn to shreds. If it wasn’t for the luck of a certain passerby making the decision to intervene – a certain Nadette Fischer – I don’t know what my attackers would have done to me to finish the job. My first…

All of Our Cards

Oct 20th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 32 min read

Prologue The flaps of my leather coat and my hair swaying in the breeze. My arms folded tight across my chest. I had been here, stood in this very spot several times before. But what I see before me is nothing more than my reflection, because it is nothing. What I see is an empty lot on the corner of a busy New York street,…

In Stability, Too

Oct 7th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 36 min read

“I told you she’d fail.” Jason Bridges doesn’t seem to care about the subject of conversation as he goes about his business behind his desk. On the far side of the office Cherie Von Allen rubs her own injured shoulder, unsure that it’s as simple as her boss is making it sound. “With all due respect, Mister Bridges, I wouldn’t call Maggie’s effort a failure.”…

In Stability

Oct 5th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 23 min read

Against my better judgment (and the well-wishes of the CWF medical staff) I hopped on the first flight out of Cologne, Germany. Once again I didn’t end up staying for the end of a show. When the plane touched down at BWI it was two in the morning, but I had been in the air for eight hours. I had a headache the size of…

Square Zero

Sep 9th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 16 min read

The last time I saw Cherie Von Allen, I was walking out of the Capital One Arena in DC with her in tow. I was angry. Can’t really say that I was angry at her, but she’s the one who caught all of the venom that I had to spew. She was looking out for me, like she only ever was, and I had to…

Focus Only on What Matters

Jul 29th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 30 min read

YouTube is filled with content creators from all walks of life expressing their opinions on a wide range of topics. In today’s landscape almost anyone’s opinion can be broadcast, and as such, a digital revolution was born. Corporations, specifically those in the entertainment industry, are never excused from fair criticism. The following is an excerpt from one of these broadcasts, started about 1/3rd of the…

Perspectives

Jul 15th, 2019 Promos Magdalena Lockheart 26 min read

Chaos 75 – Lockout Post Street Fight   I felt like I’ve just been through literal hell on the literal streets of Baltimore. Which is typical… I guess. Wouldn’t be my life and an evening in Charm City wrapped up into one tidy little package if it wasn’t… The match had just ended. I was picking myself up, or rather pushing myself up through the…