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 Baltimore and flying only made it worse. It was a miserable experience, but I guess I could say that it was worth it. Not that I couldn’t say the same thing for the Alpha and Omega Supershow.

My bags felt a little heavier, but that I’m pretty well used to. It’s a good sign that I gave it my all, and if there’s anything to be proud of coming out of this ordeal… I suppose that would be it.

‘Well hey, at least I tried something, right?’ Yeah, I tried something. I tried to branch out for the first time since… well… jail… and I found out everything that I somehow thought I needed to be reminded of. Is the grass truly greener on the other side? For those of you who have seen the CWF Supershow and know what went down… you tell me.

I had a lot of thoughts going through my mind while slugging it through the terminal. I was… torturing myself trying to figure everything out. I couldn’t sleep at all in the air. Your supreme entity of choice knows that I tried. Everytime I closed my eyes all I could think about was who the fuck would slam a steel chair into the back of my skull and why. He cost me the match and the championship… I guess is one way of looking at it.

The easiest answers to these (or any) questions are oftentimes the truth, so for a while I really thought it was Graves… for a while anyway. I thought that it must’ve been somebody he hired to make sure he won. But that didn’t/doesn’t make complete sense. Graves has an ego so large and so massive that I could literally feel its gravitational pull. You mean to tell me that Johnny Graves of all people honestly thought that he needed an insurance policy on this match? Yeah, he was the sole beneficiary (on the surface) and because of that he remains a prime suspect… but what if the chair-swinging, mask-donning behemoth wasn’t Graves’s doing at all?

What if it was Rishel trying to make sure that the Impact Championship stayed in-house? Or what if the man behind the mask was simply a CWF purist, working of his own accord? He could be an old enemy of mine… could be an old enemy of Graves, too. What if the man only wanted Graves to win so that he could then beat him at a later time for the Impact championship he helped him win? (And what if it’s not a man? Oh my… am I assuming its gender?) These were all sound theories, all with varying degrees of plausibility…

… and I have very little evidence to narrow it down and absolutely nothing to go on.

So it bugs me.

A lot.

By the time the soles of my boots touched US soil, I had figured that it all of it… the opportunity… the circumstances… the audition… and hell… even just representing Carnage Wrestling in a foreign place all added up to one thing: bullshit. The CWF might be a bigger promotion; might have a worldwide touring schedule and perhaps one of the best rosters of talent from front to back, but they aren’t too big to be immune to the same old bullshit. I say ‘the bullshit’ as a definite term because I’ve been in the industry long enough to (at least) know what ‘the bullshit’ is. It doesn’t need a valid reason – could be political, personal, whatever – CWF stands in my opinion as CW with an extra F added on the end. And that extra F stands for extra Fucked… so why should I be so surprised that someone tried to cave my skull in at the end of it?

The only question I could think of that I could actually answer myself, was what exactly was I going to do about it? I mean, seriously… What the fuck is Magdalena Lockheart going to do about this? Do I stand up for myself? Or do I tastefully, tactfully walk away…

“Ma’am?”

I looked up, confused. I was thinking as I was walking, walking as I was thinking. I had a headache, the terminal’s lights were so bright. Was I at customs already? Where did the time go?

“Your passport?”

“Oh… right.”

I handed the passport over to the customs agent with a sigh, and stood as still as I could.

“You’re returning from… Germany… is that correct?”

“Mhmm.”

“Any fruits or vegetables…”

I shook my head.

“Only brought back that which I took with me.” I replied thinking more about the Impact Championship than any German souvenirs.

“We’ll still have to scan your bags.”

“That’s fine.” I handed them over with all the grace of a wounded duck. “It’s not like I’m going anywhere until you do.”

He took my bags and started going through them manually. It was as I said… just a bunch of smelly, sweaty gear. It all checked out. I then watched as the customs agent visually scan my passport photo knowing that my face would be the next thing under his scrutiny.

“Everything go good in Germany? You’re looking a bit beat up from your trip.”

I rolled my eyes.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

I could feel his stare brush the bruised and swollen skin on my face. I felt embarrassed all over again. At the end of the day, the only thing I brought back with me from Cologne was my pride and a sweaty gym-bag… and even my pride took a hit.

“Miss Lockheart?”

“Yes?”

“All seems to be in order here.”

He stamped my passport and slid it back over to me.

“Welcome home.”

 

 

If there’s one thing wrestling Rishel’s Supershow did do for me, I think it opened up the possibility that I’ll have enough cash to finally get out of the hotel/motel room to room life and find a place of my own.

I’m a little disappointed, though. It’s not that Baltimore isn’t nice and all… it’s just not where I had expected to be in my life by now. But if there’s one thing about Baltimore, it’s cheap and close to where I need to be at least half of my weekends moving forward. That’s an opportunity that I can’t pass up.

 


Last week

“Miss Lockheart, why don’t you have a seat?”

It might have been my first time in the CWF office, but it was far from my first contract signing. I wasn’t even quite sure if the ‘little meeting’ would result in ink on paper; it depended heavily on what they were willing to offer me. I had my doubts that I’d be offered the kind of terms and compensation that I was seeking, but still, it was worth a chance. I needed to get out of the hotel/motel life and I figured it wasn’t wise to both beg and be choosy at the same time. I had to be careful – I couldn’t take the first offer that comes along, but – it had been a few months now of room to room to room to room, and I needed to get the ball rolling… somehow.

Perhaps the CWF could help me afterall.

“How are you today, Ma’am?”

“Ugh… Tired… How about you?”

“Oh I’m doing just wonderful. Thank you for asking. I’m sorry to hear that you’re tired. That’s a real bummer… Yeah. The drive here always wears me out, too. Encounter much traffic on your way in? Which way did you come from?”

“We went north up I-95, but It wasn’t too bad. I didn’t drive, so there’s that.”

“What, did you take Uber or something?”

I nodded my head. (Is taking an Uber like a sin or something?)

“That’s smart, that’s real smart.” This… CWF guy replied. “Some of the superstars have their personal drivers bring them here, but most drive in themselves. They like to show off the fancy new cars they bought with their contracts, you know? Speaking of, I can’t wait for you to take a look at this proposal we have here.”

“Where’s Rishel?”

I took the seat across the desk, and set my purse down on the floor next to me.

“Oh- I’m sorry, were you expecting to see him today?” The CWF employee seemed confused. “Mister Rishel has elected to stay on the tour. We’re finishing up Europe this week.”

Of course I was expecting him; it was his idea for me to stop by in the first place. But after enduring two long and frankly unpleasant plane rides myself I could understand why Jaden would choose to stay across the ocean until the entire promotion came home.

“If it’s any assurance, the offer that I’m authorized to propose to you does come straight down from Mister Rishel, himself.”

“Ahh, well, that’s a relief.” I responded dryly.

The guy gave me a look. I guess he didn’t take too kindly to sarcasm.

“No seriously, I was just hoping that he’d be here just in case there were any disagreements. I thought that we could hammer out all of the little details today and hopefully get the ball rolling… you know what I mean?”

“Oh absolutely! Time is always of the essence in this business, for sure, for sure!” He smiled across the desk at me. “I think that’s why you really should take a look at this offer. You’ll find that Mister Rishel is cognizant of these… little intricacies of what it takes to get a deal done. If I’m being frank with you, Miss Lockheart, it seems like both parties are interested in moving quickly toward an amicable resolut-”

“So, your name’s Frank then?”

His eyes widened. He blinked for a few moments, and then broke out into a chuckle.

“Oh no. Haha… That’s not my name at all- My name is Jack. Jack Berardi. When I said that I wanted to be frank what I meant was-”

“Relax. I know what you meant.”

Fucking with people has always been a favorite passtime of mine. Mister Berardi had just set himself up to become my latest victim of said fuckery… and no I didn’t feel one ounce of guilt about it.

“Of course-” He said, cheeks flushing with that soft, effervescent glow. “My sincerest apologies Miss Lockheart.”

“Please… just call me Maggie.”

Jack nodded his head and slid the manilla folder he had been guarding across the desk… the one with my name labeled on the tab.

“Sure thing Maggie.” He replied. “Now I want you to take a look at this offer… and I want you to tell me all that you’re thinking about it. And by all means, feel completely free to be brash. I can take it.”

My fingertips reached and pulled the folder closer. I flipped open the cover and quickly scanned the inside. I was telling myself not to get my hopes up… not to appear too offended when the numbers inevitably turned out to be a lot lower than what I was expecting. There was a lot of legal mumbo-jumbo to get through, but after a while I found what I was looking for.

I felt my eyes widen and my jaw slack. The next thing I did was look up at Jack utterly speechless.

“…”

“Impressed, huh?”

I glanced back down at the contract and up at him again.

“Is this for real?”

“Car… House… Boat… R/V… hey, whatever you’re into.” He said with a cheshire grin. “Hell, buy yourself a bus to go touring in. Whatever suits your fancy. But I will say that what you’re looking at is the full-time, long-term option of course. But I think it’s safe to say that we all here in the Championship Wrestling Federation think that you could do a lot of good for us in the long-term.”

I looked back down at one of the most lucrative contracts that I have ever seen… let alone one with my name on it.

“And all you have to do is sign.”

 

 

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News, Reports, and Rumors
Cindy Chavez

 

Rumors and speculation have been swirling around Magdalena Lockheart and her involvement in the CWF – if she was wrestling on a one-match deal – or if the CWF would try to lock her up long-term.

Our sources tell us that, indeed, Magdalena Lockheart was offered a contract by the Championship Wrestling Federation when she was seen visiting the State College, Pennsylvania offices about a week after the CWF Supershow. The details of the contract are currently unknown, as they have not been made to the public. It is not known if Magdalena accepted the contract offer, but speculation is that Lockheart will have some presence in the CWF moving forward, as her name has now appeared on the official card for the Evolution 67 show in Portland.

News sources in Portland are being told by the company that Lockheart is scheduled and is expected to compete on the show alongside new CWF Impact Champion Johnny Graves against the Judge Jeff Jackson and Iceman Konrad Raab in tag-team competition.

I reached out to CWF personnel about the status of Magdalena Lockheart and if she indeed is a long-term member of their roster moving forward. Their response, a brief, yet positive “We’ll see” and they added: “[A]ny news of [Lockheart’s] status within the company will come shortly. But it will be from Lockheart herself.”

All attempts to reach Magdalena Lockheart for comment have been unsuccessful. But I think it’s safe to say that, yes, it appears that CWF signing her may already be a done deal. I can’t wait to see what she brings to their table.

 

 

The Diary of Magdalena Lockheart
10/05/2019
Finding Myself – In Stability

I’m not the type to make excuses so let’s not even get started with that shit.

It’s life. We all do the best that we can. Sometimes it’s hard to appreciate a losing effort. Sometimes we want to judge ourselves a little bit more harshly than the rest of the world does. I’m guilty of that. I’ll plead to it. Slap the cuffs on me. Throw me in jail.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

It’s hard to remember that each moment is as separate as they are connected. What happened at the Supershow I need to compartmentalize. Being blindsided by some clown with a steel folding chair has to go in a box. Not a big box. Just a small box. A small box with a pretty little bow and a little note that says ‘open up at a later time’… because now ain’t the time for dealing with it. I need to put that box up on the ‘I did the best I could’ shelf and let it sit there until I’m ready to deal with it. But to be honest with everyone reading this or listening to the audio version of this journal entry… I’m getting pretty sick and tired of how many boxes are on that shelf.

Metaphors aside, I always do the best I can do. The problem is that the best is often not good enough… and that makes me sad. Sad… and angry.

Because I know deep down in my heart of hearts that I am good enough. I’m good enough to be the CWF Impact Champion or the CW UltraViolent Champion… I’m good enough to one day win my first World Championship and then some. I’m good enough because I never settle for anything less… and even when my effort is good enough to win a championship here or a tournament there… it’s still not good enough to me. There’s always a struggle… always this better version of Magdalena Lockheart out there that I still feel inferior to. But that’s okay. What’s not okay is Johnny Graves walking around with something that I should be holding, talking trash, holding his head up high with the pride that I should be feeling right now. But in a way, that’s okay, too.

In life there are times where you just have to clap your hands and say congratulations even though you might feel just a little bit cheated…

So, congratulations.

Also, guilty.

Somebody grab those cuffs again.

The focus now isn’t on that… isn’t on Graves and the Impact Championship… although Johnny Graves will be my tag-team partner this week and… yeah… I guess you could say that the two jabronis across the ring from us think of themselves as Impact Championship contenders. But hey, first and foremost, I won’t disagree with that. When you look at Judge Jeff Jackson and Iceman Raab, one whom I met again in the Impact Melee and the other just having an impressive debut in his own right… I’ll give ‘em that. Albeit with a bit of an asterisk. They can think of themselves as contenders all they want – the only problem with that is that they’d have to get through me, first.

So when it comes down to this match, can I work alongside Johnny Graves? Sure can. It’s the professional part of professional wrestling that a lot of folks seem to forget about. Did Jaden Rishel put us all in a tag match for a certain reason? Well hell yeah, he did. Maybe that reason was to see if we’d all get along, or if the match itself would break down into an all-out brawl… but hey… I am the artist for a reason. There’s nothing on the line… just bragging rights and, in the case of our opponents, some judgements to be handed out and some minor revenge to be had. Nothing worth getting injured over. But I can’t let Jackson and Raab get a step ahead of me in line… and besides… I’m assuming that’s what Johnny Graves is in the match for…

It’s his championship. Let him take most of the beating.

Haha.

I have my own reasons, my own purpose to be there and when push comes to shove I’ll show the CWF world exactly what I’m capable of… if I haven’t done so already. And if that’s worthy of ‘judgement’ then so be it… the last thing I’m afraid of is a wannabe. Jeff Jackson, trying to sound ominous, coming out sounding like Judge Judy on acid after a meltdown. Sure, you’re big, and maybe even scary to some, but from my perspective I live in a world full of people like you. Everyone’s bigger than me, everyone’s got something to prove, everyone wants to be the best and they want to hold the highest championship they can. So don’t come at me with your judgements. Because I quite honestly don’t care what you think, what you feel, or what you believe. At least I have a reason to call a claim to the Impact Championship, but you don’t see me bitching up a storm. So why don’t you take your little calm, cool, and collected judgement day bullshit and stick it straight up your ass… because the only law I deal in inside that ring is the law of physics. The law of physics states that when I stomp your fucking head into the ground, that it’s going to hurt… a lot. Good luck debating that one, “Judge”.

Case closed.

Then there’s Raab… and I gotta say Iceman… if I had a cap I’d tip it in your general direction to ya… you really did put it all out there in front of your home crowd. Perhaps I was a little too harsh with you the last time, and maybe to the point where I owe you an apology. But I don’t think you’d take it… don’t think you give a shit. I think you’d rather beat that apology out of me. But hey, that’s cool. You’re more than welcome to try. I don’t know why you’d think that I wouldn’t expect to see you again… and again… and again… you and Lord Raab’s crew are everywhere. But I am getting sick of you bringing up place ‘x’ or place ‘y’… asking why I don’t wrestle there anymore. Newsflash, we can’t all be you. We can’t all work in multiple places putting our bodies on the line over and over and over again. And maybe, just maybe, some of us don’t work at certain places because they’re not a good fit, for one reason or another. Truth be told, I don’t even care about it anymore. Right now my focus is on this one match, this Tag-Team match and once again I’m focused on beating you. Maybe you should try it… you know… focus. I’ll do you a favor, in a sense, and say that you have improved inside the ring… so much so that I do have to take you seriously. Well, congratulations, Iceman. You just played yourself.

Right now my focus is on doing what I need to do to fix what happened at the Supershow and make it right… make sure that what happened doesn’t ever happen again. And like it or not, I’ve got Johnny Graves at my side and he’s gonna help. It wasn’t he who swung that chair, but he’s the Impact champion now and there will be consequences for what happened. Like it or not, I’ve decided that the CWF is an important place for me to be… so that I can continue to find myself.

The CWF has offered me stability.

Now everyone gets to pay.