I wish I could say that I was shocked to find out that Sarah Lacklan had cashed in her purse to get another shot at yours truly. But come on, the woman is obsessed with me. No matter how many title matches she loses, it seems like the one she lost to me aggravates her the most.

And that makes me very, very happy.

But this time was different. She didn’t sneak attack me. She didn’t come in under the guise of something nice and pleasant. No, she came right out and told me what she did and what we were going to do at Battleground. Her actions on the last Synergy might have made me respect her just a fraction more than the non existent respect I had for her before. Her actions made me actually look forward to Battleground.. but before Sarah and I can go to war…

We have to take part in a UGWC mainstay… the Random Tag Team match.

Fun times, right?

I guess the brass around here thinks that pitting us against each other before the big show will somehow raise the anticipation? Not to mention that we’ve faced each other what, three (?) times in the past couple of months? People already know what she and I are capable of. It’s just… They don’t know what we’re capable of without a stipulation or teammates of some kind.

And this week is no different than Outlast or our last Random Tag Team encounter when she teamed with Donovan and I with Gabriel… Except this week, on the eve of our next bout for the Cross-Hemisphere title.. Ya’ll want us to shoot our proverbial load before the final act.

Sorry, but I’m not into premature anything, guys.

 

Date October 16th 2017 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location UGWC Synergy – Chicago, Illinois

I can’t keep myself from grinning like the Cheshire cat when I walk backstage after my match with Ichabod. Sure, beating him was pretty great – but what really got me was Lacklan. If I didn’t hate her so fucking much, I swear she and I could be the greatest of friends.

Of course that’s what I used to say about Joe.

And look at us now.

But never.. ever do I see myself relaxing at Lacklanville or whatever it’s called and having a mimosa with Mrs. and Mrs. Lacklan themselves. No thanks. I’m far too unrefined to be seen at such a place. I’d embarrass them.. and I certainly don’t want to do that.

I am glad that I didn’t have to suffer through another hug though, and another attack just to let me know of her intentions. At least she’s grown past that… for now. I don’t put anything past her anymore, though. I can’t. Can’t trust the bitch as far as I can throw her little ass.

Speaking of being trusted….

Kyra had her match with Redemption tonight. I wonder how it went. I know I should call at least, see how she is. I make my way down the hall to my locker room, going back and forth in my mind between calling and not calling.

The positives… even though she’s acting like a colossal bitch lately – at least she’d eventually realize that I do care about her and I’m not this terrible person she’s started painting me as. Hopefully I’d learn that she’d beaten Redemptions ass.. because let’s face it – the guy is a world class asshole and he deserves every ass beating that comes his way.

The negatives… I have to deal with her bitching, and well – that’s not really something I want to expose myself to. Especially since she’s started openly acting like and agreeing with Eden and her posse of fucktards. I can’t even imagine what the fuck she’s on to even entertain half of the stupid shit that those people say. But regardless.. calling her would mean even more of that, as if I don’t get that enough lately.

I make the decision to not call, maybe that’s the wrong choice and I’ll more than likely pay for it later.. but I’m okay with that. I feel my relationship with my sister slowly falling apart and in reality I had always expected it to go this way.

I had always expected that the shit we went through as kids, and the different directions we went in as adults would eventually rip us apart. We’re both stubborn and we’re both just not good people.. as much as I know I’d like to be. I don’t know about her. I think she’s content being a bad person, I think she actually enjoys it.

I close the locker room door behind me and flip the television on, finding the channel that Carnage Wrestling’s Chaos was on and it’s just my luck that the first thing I see is my sister pulling herself up off the mat. I hear the commentators talking about the ‘effort’ she put in tonight and how there’s no shame in tapping out.

Tapping out?

Kyra Mohr tapped out? Holy mother of God… I never thought I’d see the day that she’d tap out to anyone. I’m sure that made Redemptions dick hard though. Telling her that she didn’t matter and then making her tap. He’s going to have a field day with that.

I sit down and turn the volume up as someone elses music hits and I begin to wonder who in the hell was coming out to address her. Oh.. it’s the new owner. The guy that brought her back in, seemingly to fuck her over.

I sit and watch for a few minutes, amused as I listen to him tell her how mediocre she is. Sounds like my everyday life. Of course she wouldn’t see it that way. To her she’s always been the black sheep, the one who always got the shit end of the stick.. But no one ever told her she had to stay in those small indy promotions, wrestling for five bucks and a fucking cheeseburger.. She had every ability to make it in places like OWF.. or UGWC.

The more I think about it, the more I realize that she is just like Eden. Always the victim, never the villain.. even though she likes to portray herself as both. Actually, they both do. Jesus H….

”Oh, and one more thing… Good luck against Trent at Chaos 44..”

That last sentence brings me back from my thoughts and I laugh. Kyra versus Trent Steel, huh? That should be a good one. Might have to watch if I’m not too busy…

 

Date October 18th 2017 / Time 11:02AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde Residence – New York City, New York

I roll over in bed, bringing the covers back up around my shoulders. Getting out of bed would be good at this point, but on days like this – I don’t really feel like it. I could say that I’m tired or that I was up late last night doing God knows what. Could say I went out drinking last night and I’m not feeling good this morning – Eden would just love that, wouldn’t she?

But the truth?

Why get out of bed when I don’t really have anything to look forward to. Why bother getting up when I feel like the biggest piece of shit walking. To be fair, I feel like that after any conversation I have with Eden, let alone her puppet Jet.

It’s nice to see them back on good terms again. Oh wait… He was lying to everyone too. Which, inconsequentially I was shocked about. I say inconsequentially like it matters to anyone how I felt about any of it.

I’ve tried to do the twitter thing this morning, tried to just let it all go – but it’s harder this morning to let go of all the nasty shit they spew out of their fingertips. Especially when they start mentioning Gabriel. Not the best of topics. Definitely not since he and I haven’t spoken let alone looked at one another since Outlast.

Sure, he’s ‘defended’ me on Twitter, but how much of that is him defending himself?

All, Lucy. All of it.

The more they keep telling me I’m useless and I’ll be alone forever… the more I believe it. I mean I did just divorce the only man that’s ever been willing to put up with me… And why exactly did I do it? Because even he didn’t want to be around me. So why in the hell would I think that Gabriel would want anything to do with me after what I did?

I’ll keep telling everyone that I don’t regret it.

I’ll keep showing that I’m confident in the choices that I make.

And I’ll also keep doubting myself under the surface.

I close my eyes and sigh, putting my face down into the blanket – willing myself to drift back off to sleep like I’ve done a few times already this morning, but my phone rings behind my back.

No doubt another twitter notification that I don’t want to read.

“Well fuck.”

I say to myself, now that’s shocking. I click over into the messages and pull up Maggie’s name – deciding to fuck with her a bit to get out of this funk.

-Finally got around to following me, huh?-

-I’m sorry. I swore I was following you already. The best I can tell is that Twitter doesn’t know what it’s doing sometimes lol.-

-lol. I feel you there.-

I smile and put the phone down, but as soon as I do – It rings again.

-So, have you heard from your sister since her match? I hope she’s okay. I saw her promo. She seemed like she had a lot on her mind… maybe too much going into a match like that. Maybe she was too distracted by that dick boss guy.-

I sit up in bed, that message catching my attention. Shit. She’d seen Kyra’s promo and her match? I mean I watched it after the fact and watched her fight.. Maggie’s right. She did look like she had a lot on her mind.. But then again, Maggie doesn’t know Kyra the way I do. It’s either, she’s got a lot on her plate or she just didn’t take Redemption seriously. Either wouldn’t surprise me.

-I haven’t. We’ve been fighting a lot as of late, but trust me – She’s fine. She’s right when she says that she’s a lot tougher than me.-

-Oh, I believe it. But you’re pretty damn tough yourself. I guess Kyra didn’t see your escapades with Lacklan..-

-Hell if I know. She says she watches my matches but who knows if that’s the truth. Sometimes I still think our relationship is on shaky ground.-

I cringe after I hit send. Why in the hell would I tell Maggie something like that? First I told her about CJ and I before anyone else and now I’m telling her about Kyra and I. Jesus.. I’m losing my damn mind.

-I’m sorry to hear that. 🙁 –

I sigh. Well I’ve done opened a can of worms that I didn’t mean to.

-Eh. Nothing that isn’t my fault to begin with.-

-Why do you say that?-

God damnit Lucy… Just put the phone down. No need to go into any of this.

But she’s my friend… and she’s concerned. Right?

-It’s a long story but I left her with our parents when I turned 18. She’s held that against me for a long time.-

-Oh… 🙁 I’m so sorry.-

-I know there’s probably not much that I can do… but if you ever need anything. Like someone to talk to or whatever, I’m always available.-

-You sure you have time in between pursuing Demi Lovato and riding the Maki express? Bahaha-

I’ve seen her tweets this morning, and on any other day I’d of been totally amused – might have even thrown my two cents in there, well, even more than I already did. After sending that however, I realize that I’m not being totally sensitive to the fact that she’s trying to be a good friend. Haven’t really had much of that lately.

-Seriously though.. I appreciate it. Thank you.-

-Might take you up on that someday. That is if you like long, sad stories that’ll make it look like Eden was right about me in everything she says.-

Guilt has been my constant companion for years, and my actions lately haven’t really done anything to ease that burden on me. I just don’t know if handing out that much information about myself is such a good idea.

-I do like long sad stories. They are my favorite 😀 –

-Especially since, you know.. I’ve plenty of my own to tell to someone someday.-

Stories that she’s never told anyone? Not even the illustrious Sam Tolson? Wow.

-Well damn if we ain’t quite the pair.-

-Maybe we can compare.-

Jesus Lucy, don’t be creepy.

That was creepy.

It’s just weird. I feel comfortable around her.. like we’ve been friends for a long time. Maybe it’s just the fact that I see so much of myself in her. I don’t know.

-Btw, I really enjoyed hanging out with you the other day… And showing off the condo 🙂 –

I look out around the room. It’s still a bit empty. Still needs work to make it a true home for myself.. but it’s mine. I can’t believe it. I still feel like I’m dreaming.

-Compare scars? Sounds like a date!-

-You can’t have me and Demi both… 😛 –

I chuckle softly sending that as another message comes in around the same time. Hopefully she get’s the joke.

-Oh, and your condo is absolutely beautiful. I’d be super jealous if I didn’t already love my shop building ^.^ –

-Oh, like you wouldn’t hit on Demi if you got the chance… lol-

I shrug my shoulders. Not really. No. Guess I just don’t roll that way.

-Nahh. She’s cute, but no.-

-I mean she is inked… <3 lol-

I roll my eyes as another message comes in.

-Speaking of.. You really should get a tattoo. Seriously.-

She can’t be serious.

-And I’m not supposed to believe this is the Paper Street Tattoo shops owner trying to drum up business for her shop? ;P Besides, there are people in this world… Like you who look amazing with tattoos. Me? Not so much.-

-Like you can totally believe what you want… But in all seriousness I would do any tattoo you wanted for free.-

-Why?-

I cannot fathom why she’d want to do it for free. What have I done lately to deserve that?

-You’ve done so much to help me out. And besides.. I think a little pain might be good for you. Sounds weird but, if I’m stressed out I usually end up feeling better after a session. There’s a natural high.. Kinda like that feeling you get when you’re in the ring.-

I don’t know what I could have done to help her… Besides picking her for outlast and really, if I’m being honest with myself… that really wasn’t to help her. At least in my mind.

-I haven’t done shit to help you out.

But that pain statement… she makes a good point. There definitely is something about getting into the ring that does ease my stress – even if wrestling is inherently stressful in of itself.

-I don’t know about the whole tattoo thing… I might consider it. The artist is pretty persuasive. 🙂 –

-You have helped me. You’ve given my career a huge boost.. if truly nothing else.-

-And thank you…-

I smile.

-Nah. That’s all you. You’re talented and smart.. You didn’t need me to give you anything… & You’re welcome.-

-Maybe I didn’t.. But I always appreciate whatever you give me.-

I guess she means the opportunities… like Outlast.

-I didn’t give it for any other reason than I like you, and I think you’re super fucking talented. If you haven’t already noticed.. I don’t just give shit away to anyone…-

-Oh, trust me. I’ve noticed. A lot of times it’s like crazy… like I don’t understand why almost.-

-What do you mean?-

-Like that you talk to me and give me confidence.-

My cheeks blush a little. It’s so weird being the person that’s admired… I’ve always been the one who acted like the little ‘fan girl’.. I did it with CJ. Jesus if Maggie doesn’t sound exactly like I did when CJ and I had formed our tag team.

-You’re awesome. Shit. I’m honestly surprised you put up with me lol.-

It’s true. I mean, besides Joe and Stacy… who else can I honestly consider a true friend?

-That’s because I secretly want to be with you 😛 –

My eyebrows raise at that response, and it takes all I have not to howl out with laughter. Her? Me?

-I don’t know.. me or Demi… –

-I wasn’t so secretive with Demi 😀 –

Now I can’t hold in the laughter.

-You’re that ashamed of me, huh? Lmao-

-Maybe I just didn’t want to ruin my chances… 😉 –

Jesus H. Christ. That’s hilarious. Wow.

 

I’m a big believer in saving the match up that everyone wants to see for the big show. The pay per views… I mean, making everyone watch Sarah and I go at it eighty five times before the big day might make some perverts happy… because lets face it, some people never got over the whole ‘two hawt blondes hugging’ thing… but the rest of them are gonna be so tired of us before the real battle takes place that they won’t give one fuck about our match.

And that just isn’t okay with me.

So that’s why, at Synergy.. I’m gonna let Olivia take care of Mrs. Lacklan. I’m going to put my faith in Mrs. Price to take care of business in this match… because I’m going to make the crowd beg for me to fight Sarah… Plead.. It’s not going to happen folks. I take care of Jessica and Olivia, you’ve got Lacklan… K? Personally, I’m pretty stoked that you wanna gut Sarah and hang her from a tree or something like that. It’s going to be fun to watch, that’s for sure.. Just be sure to save me something.. some piece of that red eyed little bitch that I can pin at Battleground to prove once and for all that I’m the best champion in the UGWC.

I heard you guys on commentary… Because you know I had to go back and make sure you actually said that – Can’t trust a word that Lacklan girl says, am I right?!

But anyway.

Back to this week, huh? I’ve got every confidence in Oliva Price. I mean Eden did pick her for her Outlast team for a reason, right? She must have seen something in her… Or was it just another lie? With Eden, we’ll never know.. But I’d better watch myself. Can’t say too much about the UGWC’s resident Ice Queen because… Well, if you watch twitter then you’ll know why.

BE GONE SATAN!!!

Anyway. Personally, I think it’s about time Jessica and Olivia have a chance to shine this week. I think getting them away from people like Hastings and Morgan will be a great thing for their respective careers. So… Jessica? I’ll see you on Monday… Let’s see if that wing is all fixed up, shall we?

And Sarah? I’ll see you… At Battleground.

 

OOC – Maggie Lockheart used with permission!