“Rogan, you cannot be serious.”

Lucy wasn’t happy. Not for the reason everyone would assume she would be disgruntled. Sure, Ezra beating her wasn’t exactly on the list of things she expected as she came out of Synergy on Monday but it also wasn’t the end of the world either.

What she was upset over, was the fact that her boyfriend had a card delivered to Ezra’s locker room, practically inviting the motherfucker to their home. Actually, there was no ‘practically’ about it – He’d literally left his address… their address.

“I’m afraid I am, Lass.”

Rogan replied apologetically, albeit not regretfully. Lucy sighed again and got up from where she’d been seated beside him and paced around the room, stopping in front of the window that looked down at the street in front of the apartment building they’d called home for some time now.

“I already know the answer to this question, but I’m gonna ask it anyway… Why?”

Rogan chuckled, but when Lucy turned to glare at him – any semblance of a smirk dropped from his face. The Dark Man leaned forward and ran a hand over his head.

“I have knowledge that’ll be able to help the Lad. That’s it. Simple as.”

“And you don’t think you could have imparted your knowledge in a coffee shop or a park where he doesn’t have to know where we live? Rogan, you know the shit that’s happened when people know where I live…”

Lucy’s voice trailed off but Rogan knew exactly what she was referring to.

“Gabriel is a special case, don’t you think?”

Rogan asked, tilting his head to the side as he examined his Dark Lady’s body language. To be fair, he didn’t expect her to take this as turbulently as she had. Lucy didn’t answer right away, but finally she relented and nodded her head.

“You’re right, but I’m still not happy.”

“Fair enough. I do apologize for putting you in this position, Lass. I thought it would put the Lads mind at ease if it were here, instead of a random place where it could be anyone, for any reason.”

Lucy took a moment to glare at him again.

“So, you wanted the little pencil dick to feel at ease.”

“Exactly!”

Lucy grimaced.

“I don’t give one solitary shit about his comfort. I’m sorry Rogan, but I don’t. Regardless… the deed is done now, so I’ll shut up and let it go.”

It was Rogan’s turn to grimace.

“Hey..”

He got up and approached her, standing beside her at the window.

“Your opinion means a great deal to me, Ms. Wylde. Your feelings are valid, but trust me that I won’t let anything happen, yeah? I just want to help him and then he’ll be on his way.”

She crossed her shoulders over her chest avoiding eye-contact with the Dark Man because she knew the moment she did, she’d lose. She could see him giving her ‘that look’ out of the corner of her eye and she could feel her resolve weakening. Finally, she glanced over and into those green eyes and her demeanor softened.

“Fine… But don’t let him touch my stuff.”

Rogan chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him and placing a kiss on the side of her head.

“You have yourself a deal.”

 

So what is it this time, Phrix? May I call you ‘Phrix’? What’s the insurmountable problem within the UGWC that only you can fix? And what tale are you going to weave to make this match between us something more than what it really is?

I’m really looking forward to hearing it because I don’t hold any championship that you lust after, and for you that’s what it’s all about. You claim to want what’s best for our place of employment, but at the end of the day, good ol’ Phrixus just wants to go back to being noticed like he used to be.

Can’t really blame you there, but sometimes, it’s hard to get that spotlight back once it’s gone out.

At least that’s what I’ve been told.

I’d tell you that the only reason that you’ll be noticed on Monday is because my name is beside yours on the card for Synergy, but let’s be real here. If anything, having your name across from mine is taking shine away from me instead of adding it to you. That’s how little your name means anymore, lil guy. Hate to go all Travis Pierce on you, but the truth hurts, doesn’t it?

And as much as it pains you to hear that, trust me when I say it pains me even more to be here, doing this again. But some of us are slower at learning those tough lessons, isn’t that right? By all means though, let my words fall on deaf ears… scribble a little more in your little journal because that’ll make everything better. That’ll right all the wrongs in your narrow little world, Phirixy.

Tell me, have you ever gone back and read some of your bullshit and thought to yourself ‘God damn I’m a dumb fuck’?

No?

Yeah, that tracks.

As I record this, I’m wondering how many times we’ve done this little song and dance, and the fact that I can’t remember tells me that the number is precisely too many. I don’t want to say anything more to you Deimos. I just wanna fight you and move the fuck on with my life.

Like I said before, you’re gonna take this and you’re gonna turn it into some life or death thing that the entire future of the UGWC hinges upon.. When in reality, it’s Synergy. You and I are literally one of the least important things going on on Monday night. You think anyone gives one fuck about Lucy Wylde versus Phrixus Deimos part seven hundred and ninety three when Seb is gonna be defending his world title against Ezra?

You think anyone is gonna give a shit about this match next week when Seb and I are fighting the douchebag and the clown for Cooperative gold?

In case you haven’t already figured it out, the correct answer is no.

So do yourself a favor and leave this particular page of your journal blank because I’m figuring I’m just gonna whoop your ass and watch my best friend retain the world title. It’s gonna go by so fast, Phrixus that it’s not really worth the effort to pick up a pen and open the book.

But you’re not gonna listen, so I’ll see you soon.