Date November 22nd 2017 / Time 5:36PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Mohr Residence – Pensacola, Florida

“What the hell are you doing here?”

What a greeting. It’s good to know that she’s happy to see me. I uncross my arms and push myself off of the railing – moving towards the door where she stands, those golden eyes of hers scanning me over; trying to figure out why I’m indeed standing on her doorstep right now.

Truth be told, I don’t even know why I’m here.

I shrug my shoulders, stepping past her and into the foyer of her home.

“Just wanted to come visit.”

I reply, turning around only to be greeted with a skeptical look from my younger sister.

“Yeah. Because you just traveled all the way down here to Florida to ‘visit’. You haven’t been down here for months, so what is it?”

I sigh and roll my eyes, turning away from her again and walking through the foyer into her kitchen. The house seems a little quiet, especially for the evening… at least I would think so. Then again, Kyra is right.. I haven’t been down here for months. This trip is kind of out of character for me…

Then I spot it, that newspaper with my face on the front – laying on the counter top, looking untouched. I point at it as she steps in beside me.

“Have you read that?”

“No… Haven’t gotten around to it.”

“Haven’t gotten around to it, or too scared to?”

It’s funny that she’d be scared of a little newspaper article. Especially one that has nothing to do with her. Although, I didn’t originally intend that question to come out as offensively as it did – I can tell that she’s offended as her muscles tense up beside me.

“Let me guess that you’ve read it, right?”

I shake my head.

“No.”

Where once she was arrogant and cocky, now it seems like all the air has been sucked out of her lungs – correction, all the air has been sucked out of this room.

“Oh.”

“I thought you’d of been the first one to pick it up and read it.”

Her eyebrows raise as she looks in my direction before walking towards the counter and picking the paper up, her eyes scanning over the cover as she speaks out again.

“You wonder what they said, though? I know I do.”

I scoff.

I open my mouth to speak, but my phone rings at that moment and I pull it out to see a notification from none other than Gabriel. I can’t hide the smile on my face as I unlock the phone and pull up what promises to be another love filled message from my former friend.

I quickly reply and put the phone away, noticing my sister watching me intently.

“What?”

“You don’t think I’ve missed what you’ve been doing?”

I shrug my shoulders again.

“Fun, isn’t it?”

What I’m doing is something I should have done a long, long time ago. I’ve spent so long defending myself against these people, trying so hard to keep my own image a favorable one. Rogan and Ichabod have helped me to realize that it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Why not have a bit of fun? Why not be everything they keep accusing me of being?

“Oh yeah, because that whole thing isn’t just a desperate cry for attention because your little boyfriend ended up–”

“Yep. Total cry for attention Kyra. It’s like you know me just as well as they do.”

I step towards her, leaning down to look at that newspaper again. It’s funny that I came here to see if she’d read it, to see if she felt the same way about our parents coming out of the woodwork after all these years… to see the fear in her eyes that she tries to hide, to see that little girl that I used to know.

Somehow I thought it would help.

Somehow I thought it would make it easier to open this paper and read what Gary and Christine had said about me.

“Well how much of it is true?”

“How much of what is true, Kyra?”

I turn my attention away from my own picture, to focus on her suspicious eyes.

“What Gabriel and them said.”

I laugh.

“All of it.”

I reach behind me and grab the paper, continuing to laugh as I bring myself to open it up to the article, seeing a larger picture of me framed with the same words as were on the cover page.

GHOSTS: The Secret Story of Lucy Wylde!

“What are you doing?”

Kyra asks, her voice taking on a less confident sound as I stare defiantly at my own picture.

“CJ was the Ghost… Not me. Can’t they get their information right?”

She moves in beside me, peeking her head in to read the beginning of the article with me.

Lucy Wylde. You may know her as a worldwide name, a wrestler, a superstar inside the squared circle, a multi-time champion, former wife of fellow wrestling legend CJ Wylde – but USA today sat down with two people who know Lucy better than anyone… people who know her as someone much, much different than the platinum blonde minx we’ve all gotten to know on our television screens…

USA TODAY: Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, I’m very glad to have the chance to sit down with the two of you in this exclusive interview about your daughter, Lucy Wylde.

GARY JOHNSON: Thank you for having us, it’s an honor to be here.

CHRISTINE JOHNSON: Yes, yes. Very much so.

UT: So, you told me before that you haven’t spoken to your daughter in many years, why is that?

GJ:

Before I can read his response, Kyra rips the paper from my hand and tears it up.

“That wasn’t very nice.”

She shreds the paper into little pieces, shaking her head the entire time.

“I can’t. I’m not.”

She throws the paper in the trash and walks away, leaving me alone in the kitchen.

“So you are too scared, huh?”

I yell out, walking from the room to follow her.

“Lucy don’t.”

I start laughing again.

“Come on Kyra.. I thought you were all for the chaos. I thought you embraced it… If anyone were to understand, I thought you would have.”

“Lucy, stop it.”

My laughter becomes more hysterical as I walk closer, moving in behind her as she looks out the front window of her home.

“Kyra… Why are you scared of what mommy and daddy–”

She does a complete 180, getting into my face.

“STOP!”

“What’re you gonna do?”

“Don’t push me.”

I don’t back away as our noses touch. I don’t know what’s come over me, normally I’d be backpedaling and trying to ease the tension between us, but I can’t stop laughing.

“I’m just asking a simple question, KJ. Why. Are. You. Scared?”

“You’re scared too, quit all this crazy shit, Luce. You’re not fooling me.”

“I wasn’t the one ripping up that paper, little sis. It’s almost like you think big bad daddy is gonna come out of the paper and touch you in the bad place aga–”

She reaches out and pushes me backwards as hard as she can, and I fall hard onto the floor. Guess I pushed her too far with that particular comment. Instead of getting up though, I just lay there, folding my arms behind my head as I look up at her. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing heavy.

“–again.”

I finish the sentence and chuckle.

“Get out.”

 

Life is funny, huh?

It’s funny how sometimes the right things happen at exactly the right time.. and it changes you. It changes your life. On the flip side of that argument, some things, they happen at the exact wrong time and it flips everything on its head – makes everything make even less sense than it did before.

I thought what Gabriel did was despicable. I thought it was disgusting and I thought it was just another way that my life was falling apart.

That was until I really thought about it. Until I really took it in and really examined myself in a way that I never have.

I’ve always been a creature of habit. I’m sure a lot of you have figured that out about me up until this point. I’ve always been that bitch that kept everything in order and made sure that everything was in its rightful spot. I don’t attack people, I don’t cheat, I don’t do anything that would ruin my reputation…

Yet no matter what I’ve done, the lot of you are still out to do that, am I right?

Hahahahahaha.

Silly Lucy. Thinking that any of that matters. Thinking that defending herself does anything at all in the worlds view of her. Stupid Lucy. Naive Lucy. Emotional Lucy. Pitiful Lucy. Desperate Lucy.

Did I get it all?

The point is.. why deny it anymore?

You want me to be a whore? Give me that dick, baby.

You want me to be desperate and pitiful? Please, drag me around on a leash and spit in my face…

You want me to throw myself at Mr. Gabriel Baal in the most gut wretchingly way possible? Gabriel! I can’t live without you! You’re my heart, my soul… You’re the reason my no-no zone tingles like this.

Want me to admit that I left my husband for him? I did.

Want me to admit that I would have fucked his brains out while I was still married, if only he’d of given me the time of day? Totally. Have you ever looked at him? GOD DAMN, the man if FINE. Who wouldn’t want to ride him until his dick went dry? RIGHT?

Want me to be everything but who I’ve been up until this point? You got it.

You’ve got exactly what you’ve wished for.

And the fun’s only just begun.

…

…

Oh yeah, I’ve got a match this week, don’t I? Heading into Horizons… and my match with my friend, Maggie. Right.

Hiiiiii, Donovan.

Hello, my Lord.

Frankly, I can’t believe you’re putting your career on the line at Horizons against Jet. I mean that takes some serious balls.

No, I don’t mean putting your career on the line. I mean doing that against anyone BUT Gabriel Baal. Didn’t you realize that he’s the pinnacle of talent here in the UGWC? Jet might beat you, but that’s forgettable, Donny. If you would have only committed to losing against Gabriel, at least you could have gone out with some dignity… or dead.

Either or.

You’ve been here so much longer than I, Don. I can’t believe you’re lowering yourself to a sirloin steak, when you could have succumbed to the fucking filet mignon. Gabriel is the most succulent, most tender, juiciest filet mignon in the world. Didn’t you know? It’s a shame that you’re giving yourself up for less than the best.

And he’s got a pretty sweet ass.

Getting off subject, though. But seriously, just look at it sometime. You could eat a five course meal off of that butt. Just don’t touch. It’s mine and I will cut you if you even try to get on my koolaid, Bitch.

I don’t have an issue with you, Donny. I really don’t. Just don’t be surprised when I come out there and make quick work of you on Monday. And if I can dispose of you, then what do you think is gonna happen at Horizons? I mean, Jet is so much better than me and if you can’t even beat me… then there’s no chance you’re keeping your career, sweet cheeks.

I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

See you on Monday.