Date July 3rd 2020 / Time 2:35PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Lee/Wylde Residence – New York City, New York

(Continued from JC’s RP: “For the Want of a Nail”)

It was over six fucking months ago..

Six… Fucking… Months…

I glance over at Joe as we walk up the stairs to the condo. We just finished another session of couples counseling and this session was…. interesting to say the least. The ride back was kind of quiet – Understandably so.

I knew he was holding something back, I just wasn’t sure what it was.

I sure as hell didn’t expect to hear him tell me that he feels like it’s my fault that he can’t wrestle in Carnage anymore. Just thinking about it now blows my fucking mind. He’s not exactly wrong though. I mean, I’ve thought about it almost everyday since it happened – I’ve run the end of that match through my head over and over… And I knew he’d be hurt by my decision.

I speared him and got him eliminated from the match.. Of course he’d be upset by that. Of course he’d feel betrayed. I knew his Carnage career was on the line, but I did it anyway. Not because I wanted him to lose his job, but because I wanted to save him from himself. He wasn’t on his medication and he was a danger to himself and everyone else in the match.

I was the only member of our team left after he got eliminated and I did my damndest to win… to keep his job.

Only I didn’t.

But to know he’s still harboring those feelings of betrayal?

“You coming, Luce?”

I glance up to realize that I’ve stopped on the stairs and he’s standing on the landing above me, his eyes staring a hole through me. I sigh and nod my head, moving towards the next step.

“Yeah.”

“You okay?”

“I’m good.”

I can tell he doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t push the issue.

It’s devastating to know after everything, he still feels that way. Although that’s one of the reasons we’re doing this therapy thing anyway. I guess at least he cares enough to want to work through this with me instead of.. The alternative.

Progress is progress… no matter how shitty you feel afterwards.

And in the spirit of honesty, I had to tell him that I was worried he was going to do the same thing again. I hated doing it. I absolutely hated looking him in the eyes and telling him that. He’s come such a long way… Be it for me or for his own health, but the thought still lurks in the back of my mind.. Will he be able to resist the urge to dump his medicine down the drain again? Will he be truly happy with me…and with the medication?

We’ve both had our demons and we’ve fought hard to keep them at bay. The fact that we’re still together after everything that’s happened is a testament to how much we care about each other.

At least that’s what I keep telling myself.

Finally, we make it to the condo and he opens the door, allowing me through the threshold first. I dump my bag on the floor and start heading towards the stairs – wanting to lay down and forget about this for a little while, but something makes me stop. I turn around to see him still standing by the door, looking lost in his own thoughts.

“Joe?”

He turns his head at the sound of my voice.

“Yeah?”

At first, I honestly don’t know what I was even going to say to him. I just.. I don’t want him to feel bad. I don’t want him to feel the way I feel right now, although this seems like the way we’re supposed to feel after therapy. Even still, knowing that he’s feeling anything but happy breaks my heart.

The fact that I’m the cause?

Well, that’s just the icing on the shittiest cake in existence.

“Luce?”

“Yeah, Joe… I…”

My voice trails off, and I bite my lip. I glance down at the ring on my finger and I think about how horrible it would be to lose him. I can’t think about that. I can’t throw that monkey wrench into our relationship… It just scares me. He’s given up so much for me, he’s seen me at my absolute worst.. But what if he can’t look past the betrayal? What if he can’t see that I only did what I did because I love him… And my worry over him reverting back to what he was before is only because I can’t bear to lose him again?

I finally pull my gaze away from the ring, and look up at him, blinking back tears.

“A-Are we going to be okay?”

This counseling or therapy or whatever in the hell we’re supposed to call it is wreaking havoc on my nerves. And staring across the room at him even as he nods his head, it doesn’t do much to quell the feeling of impending doom.

“That’s why we’re doing this, Luce.”

“I know.”

“You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you.”

I let out a small chuckle.

“What a terrible deal for you.”

I murmur while he completely ignores my comment and continues talking.

“This shit sucks but if going and talking all of this out is going to make sure we’re together for a very long time? I don’t mind feeling like this once a week until we’re past all this.”

I nod my head and take a deep breath.

“Yeah.”

“I’m right, I know.”

He smiles softly and I roll my eyes.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Jesus Boy.”

I let out a snort and turn to walk away, listening to him grumble.

“Don’t you start that shit again.”

“What’re you gonna do? Change my wine back into water?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

I stop as I get to the stairs and turn back towards him, a devilish smirk on my face.

“Well that is why you’re marrying me, isn’t it?”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes.

“Among other things.”

My grumpy guy can fool anyone else with that look but I can see the tiniest of smirks on his lips as he gives me one more look and heads off towards the gym. Things might be a little rocky right now… And they might stay that way for a while but he’s mine and I’ll always do whatever I gotta do to make sure he’s always gonna be mine.

Progress is progress, right?

 

Date July 7th 2020 / Time 5:57PM / Status Not Recording
Location The ‘Oasis’ at Wrestlestock – The Sonoran Desert

“Credit Card, please.”

“You’ve got to be shitting me.”

I look at the random ass person that Eden has standing out here at the entrance to this so-called ‘Oasis’ in the middle of this hell hole of a desert and I shake my head. This bitch.. I swear. I lean forward to read the nametag on this poor fuckers shirt.

“Sorry, Calvin… EDEN! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!”

Poor Calvin’s eyes widen as people around us begin to look in my direction.

“I-I’m sorry, Ma’am, Mrs. Baal is currently–”

“Listen honey… Wow… That’s a mindfuck, isn’t it?”

I had to stop myself for a moment because hearing her being called ‘Mrs. Baal’ was just fucking weird. Like, I was there for the wedding… Fuck I walked the bitch down the aisle but damn I ain’t heard her called Eden Baal until now.

I’ll be damned.

Anyway, I turn my attention back to Aiden… Or whatever his name is and shake my head.

“Sorry Aiden… But we’re not doing this today. EDEN!”

His eyes widen again, panic washing over his face.

“But my name is–”

“Ugh… Rude Cow.”

Eden comes around the corner, her eyes already pre-rolled so it seems.

“Can’t you just not be difficult, for once?”

I shake my head as she approaches.

“Nope. Can’t do that. So how’s about we just let me in and we can argue about this later.”

“Have you submitted your credit card for scanning?”

“Eden…”

She grins and shrugs her shoulders.

“Rules are rules. And judging by that getup you’re wearing, my policy has merit.”

I step back and look down at my outfit. I actually put the thrift store clothing away for this occasion… And she’s still being a judgmental dickhead. Shocker.

“I’ll have you know, I left the thrift store attire at home.”

Her eyebrows raise and a small chuckle escapes her lips.

“Oh? I couldn’t tell. You do realize that Goodwill is a thrift store, right?”

I roll my eyes.

“Eden… I swear. Do you think I’m gonna carry my credit card around with all these peasants?

She frowns.

“While you make a valid point, I’m afraid I can’t just allow y–”

“Eden, let me the fuck in.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and sighs loudly and obnoxiously.

“Fine! Calvin, open the gates.”

“But Mrs. Baal, I–”

“Open the damn gates! But no one else gets through without their credit card. Understand?”

Poor Calvin nods his head as he opens the gates and I step through the gates, eyeing Eden up before the two of us begin walking back into the main portion of the district.

“Maybe you could have just stopped being difficult and you’d have saved us ten minutes of our time.”

I shrug.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“I knew I shouldn’t have let you in.”

I look over to see her giving me that typical ‘Eden’ look – Which I’m more than used to at this point. It just makes me smile because she would have let me in regardless. She thinks she’s not nearly as difficult as I am.. How wrong she is.

“Oh please. You missed me.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Hardly.”

All I can do is laugh as we make our way into ‘the Oasis’, and the more I look around the more it really does feel like I’m not even in the desert anymore. She really wasn’t kidding when she said she refused to go without her usual amenities. True to her style, the place is fucking beautiful with everything you’d expect Eden Morgan to have.

But good lord, when she does something, the bitch overdoes it.

I do love her for it though – and that’s something I never thought I’d ever be able to say about her or her husband.

“Where’s your better half anyway?”

“He’s around here somewhere… Oh, there he is.”

She points across the common area, and there’s Gabriel speaking to someone and right on cue, he turns his head towards us, and excuses himself. As he approaches, I step forward and hug him before he gets the chance to get any closer.

“Gabriel, it’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise, my dear. To what do we owe this pleasure?”

Eden scoffs.

“This ‘pleasure’? She’s been completely ungrateful and unpleasant this entire time.”

Gabriel chuckles as I turn around and glare at Eden.

“I’ve been here for ten minutes!”

“Feels like ten days, honestly.”

Eden says with a scowl on her face.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“Well you’re a rude co–”

“Ladies, ladies. As much as I… enjoy these little discussions, perhaps another time?”

Eden and I smirk at one another. How he’s dealt with the two of us for as long as he has, neither of us will ever know. But I’m grateful for both of them, that’s for damn sure.

Other than the fact that these two ridiculed me on a near constant basis for the first few years after I arrived in UGWC and Gabriel was instrumental in helping my father abduct and torture me for ten days before our match for the World Title…AND the fact that I hated these two more than I ever hated anyone else in my career…

I gotta say these two are the best friends that I have.

Gabriel moves towards Eden, giving her a kiss on the cheek before the two turn back towards me just as I put my hands up to my mouth.

“Aww. Aren’t you two just adorable?”

Eden rolls her eyes again. As much as she does that, I’m surprised they haven’t just stayed that way.

“Speaking of… Adorable, where’s your–”

“Yeah where’s our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ at?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“He wanted to go watch horror movies at the drive in thingie. Horror isn’t my thing, so I figured I’d grace you guys with my presence instead.”

“Lucky us.”

Eden sure knows how to make me feel wanted. As if I haven’t struggled with that feeling enough over the last… Well, my entire life. Luckily enough though, I do believe she’s fucking with me the majority of the time.  Well, as much as Eden Baal possibly can.  She’s difficult, if you haven’t already noticed.

Gabriel gives her a sideways glance before turning his head towards me apologetically. I shake my head and chuckle.

“Damn right, lucky you. Anyway, show me around this dump.. Let me see what you couldn’t live without for a week.”

Edie’s jaw drops and Gabriel’s eyebrows raise in unison.

“Did you just?! Get out!”

“Come now, love. I believe Lucy here is just trying to rile you up.”

I stick my tongue out at Eden.

“It worked too, Gabriel.”

“Rude cow.”

After a few moments, Gabriel guides Eden towards me and the three of us begin walking through the district, taking in the sights. It feels good to be back at Wrestlestock again, last year was so much fun… Being able to face Joe in a fun match that had no stakes. This year is completely different but as much as I don’t like to admit it… I’ve missed UGWC.

And now that Eden and Gabriel are back, it feels like the right time to come back.

“So, how are you and Joe doing?”

Gabriel asks, glancing sideways at me. I shrug.

“We’re doing fine. Been going to couples counseling for a few months now.”

“Uh oh.”

I sigh.

“It’s nothing like that. Things haven’t been perfect since he lost his job in Carnage and instead of going our separate ways, we’re working it out however we need to.”

Which is nothing like any of my previous relationships.. Or relationship I guess I should say. When CJ and I had a problem, we didn’t really talk about it. We argued about it, sure.. But we never really sat down and listened to one another. I guess we only really cared about how we felt… Not so much about how the other did.

But this is different and I’m glad we’re doing it. It’s not easy to air all our dirty laundry to a complete stranger but it’s helped.

“Good for you, Lucy. I wish you and Joe nothing but happiness.”

“Thank you Gabriel.”

“You do realize your name will be ‘Lucy Lee’ when all is said and done, right?”

I stop and turn to both of them, my eyebrows raised.

“Yeah.. That’s the plan, eventually.”

Eden snickers.

“The only thing that would be worse is if you hyphenated it to be ‘Wylde-Lee’.”

“Wildly….”

“Shut up, both of you. With the shit that CJ’s been pulling lately, I’ll be glad to get rid of that name.”

Hell at one point I wasn’t even sure if my ex husband was even alive and now he’s got Maggie playing ‘dress up’ in my old mask, calling herself “Jenova” like she’s me from five years ago. The whole Jenova thing is completely lost on anyone who didn’t know me back then though, present company included.

“Should have gotten rid of it years ago, in my opinion.”

“Your opinion and everyone elses, apparently.”

Silence settles between us as we continue making our way around the literal Oasis.  After a while, we stop and grab a drink and Gabriel turns to me, looking me over as if he were analyzing something.

“What?”

His face settles into that typical Gabriel Baal grin, you know the one.. And he glances over at Eden before finally speaking up. 

“We’ve been meaning to ask… Are you only here for Wrestlestock, or…”

 

Date May 5th 2020 / Time 12:05PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Office of Doctor Michael Thomas – Manhattan, New York

“Ms. Wylde, I’m just going to be honest with you right now. It doesn’t look good.”

That statement doesn’t even phase me anymore, is that bad? Yeah, it’s bad. I know it’s bad. But it’s been bad news after bad news since Kyra tried to drop that cage onto my throat.

After the doctors put my trachea back together and I spent weeks on a ventilator, I figured.. Yeah, maybe that’s the end of it.

Maybe I’ll actually heal and I’ll be mostly okay.

That is, until February when Mia decided to wrap a golf club around my throat. Since then I’ve been trying to recover once again but the hits just keep coming. Literally and figuratively.

I lean back on the examination table, turning my head towards the x-rays that he’s put up on the wall and I let out an exasperated sigh.

“So what do you mean by ‘it doesn’t look good’?”

“I mean exactly what it sounds like. You’ve mostly healed from the last ‘accident’, but I honestly can’t tell you that if you take another hard hit to your trachea that you won’t end up on a ventilator for the rest of your life, or worse.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I already knew this news was coming so why does my stomach feel like it’s about to fall out of my ass?

“Your trachea has already seen some of the worst damage I’ve ever seen, Ms. Wylde. In my opinion, it’s a miracle quite frankly that the doctors were able to fully repair the damage after the first ‘accident’.”

“Oh, stop saying ‘accident’ like I tripped and fell throat first on a weed whacker.”

The doctor sighs and shakes his head.

“Fine, after a nearly four-ton cage gets lowered on your throat… It’s a miracle that you’re sitting here right now, let alone having been able to continue your choice in careers. Not to mention, what did you say? A golf club to the same spot? Ms. Wylde, you’ve been extremely lucky.”

“Heh. Yeah. Lucky.”

I finally open my eyes to see the doctors disapproving stare and I roll my eyes.

“I’ve been incredibly lucky, doc. I get it. I could be dead. I could be incompacitated. But I’m not. I’m still here and you’re telling me that I should hang it up, right?”

“In the interest of your life, Ms. Wylde, yes that would be my recommendation.”

To him, that’s simple. To him, hanging up the boots is no more than a formality. But to me? This shit is my life. Wrestling has been the one thing that I’ve been damn good at and just ’hanging it up’ isn’t that fucking simple.

I hung it up once before and it didn’t last very long.

But my life wasn’t on the line either back then.

I guess the real question is.. Can I be content without wrestling?

I don’t know.

Finally, I sit back up on the table and cross my arms.

“So, you’re recommending that I stop wrestling. You’re not ordering that I stop?”

“Well, no. You’re as healed as you’re going to get Ms. Wylde, but if you do decide to resume this wrestling.. I can only tell you that you’re one more hit away from potentially–”

I nod my head and hop off the table.

“Yeah, I got it. Thanks, doc. I’ll be careful.”

I’ll be careful. But I’m not going out until I’m damn well ready.

 

Date July 7th 2020 / Time 6:29PM / Status Not Recording
Location The ‘Oasis’ at Wrestlestock – The Sonoran Desert

“…Or am I actually coming back?”

Gabriel nods his head.

“You know, I was surprised to see you back.. You know, after Horizons the other year.”

“I was equally as surprised to have seen you leave after that particular show.”

I shrug.

“Well shit happens.”

“You’re not answering the question.”

Eden chimes in, a sly grin on her lips.

In this moment I wish I could tell them about everything that happened and that that’s why I’ve decided to come back to UGWC. All it boils down to is that I’m a ticking time bomb, and I’ve got a bulls-eye in this scar on my neck but I don’t want to call attention to it.

I want to end my career on my terms, when and how I want to end it.

I don’t want my swan song plagued with constant questions about the injury, or anything really. I just want to come back and be Lucy Wylde – Accomplishing what I want to accomplish, have the matches I wanna have until I’m done. Until I finally feel like it’s time.

But instead of spilling the beans, I return Eden’s smirk and I nod my head.

 

For those of you who don’t know me, the name is Lucy Wylde and I’m probably the biggest threat to your potential victory here at Wrestlestock. I know, I know.. Big words from a bitch who hasn’t even been around for… What? A year? Since my match against JC at last years Wrestlestock?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

But see, for any one of you, those words are far too big for your britches. For me? Ask anyone around these parts and they’ll most likely tell you that I back up those big words in an even bigger way. I’m not gonna sit here and waste your time, telling you about what makes me so special or why you should believe me when I say that I’m a threat.

If you wanna know anything about me and what I’ve done, go and watch a few hours of tape. Or just wait your turn and let me kick your ass myself. I’m fine with either scenario.

Because let’s face it, that’s what we’re here for, right?

In all my years with and knowing of the UGWC, I’ve never competed in the Wrestlestock open. And this year, I figured ‘Why in the hell not?’ I’m not getting any younger and this is one particular accolade I haven’t attained… yet. But I guess I gotta get through the rest of you first, right?

Right.

So where do I start?

Oh yeah, how’s it going Jack? Big D? I’m just gonna say right off the bat that if this match were decided on who’s got the best entrance music? Neither of you two would stand a fucking chance. I mean, you don’t stand a chance anyway, but I felt the need to throw that out there and now that I did, it’s time to get down to business.

I don’t know much about either of you. You could be God’s gift to the wrestling industry, the diamonds in the rough – coming out of GCWA and XWF respectively to grace UGWC with what ‘real’ talent looks like – who knows.

Jack, I watched the last edition of… What is it again? Friday Night Inferno, that’s it. And I was pretty damn disappointed to realize that you weren’t even on it. Although it looked like someone gave you a gift… did you get it? I don’t really care but since that’s the only mention of your name on the ENTIRE fucking show, I figured I’d ask.

I did see though that you had to face your ‘best friend’ recently, in the opening round of the Warriors of the Ring Tournament. That’s a tough draw right there. Had to face my sister back in October of last year, didn’t really end well. But that’s a story for another day. Anyway, seems like you didn’t get the job done. But then again, did you really expect to? You’re a fucking joke. The ‘Mustard Factory’? Really?

And you expect people to take you seriously?

Christs sake.

Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you, D. Or do you prefer ‘Big D’? Because that’s not a ridiculously sexual name or anything. Unlike our opponent here, from my first impressions it looks like you’re an accomplished wrestler. At least on paper. But then again, what kind of idiot steals a fucking title belt? Didn’t think you could earn it the right way?

I mean you ended up winning it, but you’re just a fucking coward, aren’t you? My guess is you’d tell me that it doesn’t matter because you proved that you were the rightful champ anyway and I guess I’ll recede that point to you – but it doesn’t really change anything.

I don’t know. This first round match just seems a bit… unfair to the two of you. I’d apologize for what I’m about to do to you, but that would give you the impression that I give any inkling of a shit about knocking you out of this tournament and moving on.

And in the spirit of moving on, what about the rest of you?

Oh, Sah’ta. What a coincidence, seeing you over here all the way from Carnage. You know, for a dying dude, you sure do get around. Trying to find some sense of relevancy from your ‘golden days’ before you kick the bucket? Let’s face facts here, Sah’ta… You and I have never faced. You know why? Because I’m LEAGUES above you. And not because you’re ‘dying’. That’s just grabbing for the low-hanging fruit.

No, it’s because you’re mediocre. You gonna bring up my record in Carnage because I’ll be the first to admit that it’s not stellar. But hey, even the best lose sometimes. It’s just… You’re not the best, and here in UGWC? You’re treading in dangerous waters, bud. You’ve stumbled into a place that’s going to take you from the mediocre standard that you’ve set in Carnage and it’s going to blow you out of the fucking water.

But you might surprise me. Crazier things have happened.

I mean look at you, Travis Pierce. Still here, doing the same old shit, huh? It’s just kinda what you do, isn’t it? Because it’s gotten you this far, so why fix it if it ain’t broken. Except, it’s broken Honey. It’s horribly, horribly broken. I mean I’m sure there are some people out there who appreciate your little attempts at being interesting…

Anyone?

No?

Ah, well.. I tried. I’ll admit though that I don’t know what you’ve been up to since I left.. Actually, I don’t really even know what you were doing while I was still here.. But I’m back now and maybe you can right that wrong. Just do me the favor and be interesting, okay?

Speaking of interesting.. There’s an awful lot of you folks from XWF here.

Bunch of assholes who can’t get it done in their own place of employment, trying to make their names off of those of us who can succeed wherever they go? Nah. Can’t be. I’m sure some of you are decent.

Not you though, Vinnie.

Not you.

To be fair though, what do I know about you other than the fact that you’re ‘She whom I have blocked on twitter‘s fiance? I really do wish I could find some redeeming quality in you that I could highlight but that’s not really the game here, is it? Good thing too because you’re a pile of dog shit, just like the woman who’s coattails you ride so excitedly. Yeah, that’s right. I said it.

You can tell me I’m wrong, but ask me if I care?

You’re both gonna see this anyway and put up some passive aggressive tweets that I won’t see anyway so who gives a fuck? Your woman is a miserable human being and you’re only here to do what exactly? Prove that you don’t need to suck her ass to get a win? I don’t know. I feel like your biggest weakness is who you’re associated with AND that fucking hairdo. But what do I know? I’m just a bitch who blocks people on twitter because I’m scared or some stupid shit like that.

What do I have to be scared of?

It sure isn’t you, or any of your associates from XWF.

Centurion. An older guy with a golf club fetish… Knowledgeable about our business, but unable to do everything he used to do. Sounds familiar.

Next!

Felix Jones.. A bit of a gambler in the ring. Risk taker. Gotten lucky and it’s made him a bit cocky. But not cocky in a bad way, not Alan Wallace cocky, if you get what I’m saying.

I don’t know Felix.. you might be the one bright spot among the dark hole that looks like XWF.

And we’ve already talked about you, Big D…

“Notorious” Ned Kaye? What’s your deal, bud? Looks like you’re making a comeback yourself. Maybe it’s because you feel like you still have something to prove… Good for you. Maybe it’s because you haven’t felt that high of success yet… But maybe you picked the wrong place to pursue that this go around. It’s okay though, I’ll make sure they give you a participation trophy when all is said and done.

Jacob Wright… Mr. ‘Golden Prince’. Another comeback, huh? Damn, I almost feel bad that I’ve gotta dash so many dreams here this year… So many people trying to restart their careers with this Wrestlestock thing. What a shame.

Oh well.

Adelaide Ainsworth, honey I know we’re the only two bitches in this thing but I’ll be honest with you here, woman to woman… You ain’t got shit on me, sweet cheeks. I mean don’t get me wrong here.. You look like a complete badass. But you also look like one of those women who tries too damn hard to prove how badass you are. Drinking? Check. Swearing? Fucking Right. Smoking? Yep. Are you a slut? Probably. No offense, being a drunk fucking slut with a smokers cough is totally okay with me. It’s no wonder you’re probably not gonna like me though… you see, I’ve actually got talent with something other than what’s between my legs.

Andrew Logan… Boy, you look like you’ve got some shit going on, huh? Another loser trying to use the Wrestlestock cup to get some momentum in his floundering career? Poor guy. I’m real sorry you picked the wrong year to enter this thing.. Maybe next time.

Teddy Steele… I’m sorry… but who are you again?

Duncan Ryder… I’ll be honest sweetie, you look like a bit of a douche. So forgive me if I’m completely off base, but I have been away for a little while and I’ve seen your ramblings on twitter… And you seem well acquainted with my friends, Gabriel and Eden.. and it doesn’t seem that they like you very much. That doesn’t have any real bearing on whether I’ll like you or not.. because let’s face it, Eden doesn’t like many people as it is. She’s difficult. But you know that. But what I will say is I might not know you, Duncan but I sure as hell know I can beat your ass any day of the week.

I might be wrong about all of you. I’ve been wrong before. All that matters is the knowledge that if you happen to end up in the ring with me… Insert threat here. Telling you all that I’m going to beat you and win the Wrestlestock Cup get’s old after a while.

And I’d sure hate to be boring.

But that’s exactly what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna win because I haven’t done it yet. I’m gonna win because UGWC has missed having Lucy Wylde around whether they wanna admit it or not. Isn’t that right guys? You’ve missed my winning personality and the asses that I put into the seats. It’s okay, Lucy’s home, guys.. Don’t worry.

Everything’s gonna be okay.