Date December 31st 2017 / Time 11:59PM / Status Not Recording
Location The EWC New Years Eve Party – New York City, New York

A peaceful silence interrupted by the cheers of the people around us in the VIP room of the EWC New Years Eve party. We turn our heads in the direction of the raucous voices, to see that there is now less than one minute left in 2017. I can’t say I’m unhappy to see this year leave; actually.. I’m pretty damn thrilled that I can finally put this shitty year behind me. But as I look up into a set of pretty turquoise eyes, I realize that there’s more to look forward to in this new year than I’d ever of thought.

She sighs and shakes her head, grabbing her drink from the table in front of us.

“Another year over and done with…”

I nod my head and bring my own glass up to my mouth, taking a quick sip.

“I won’t miss it.”

“Me either.”

She polishes off the glass and sits it back down on the table. She turns her head to watch the large television screen mounted to the far wall of the room.

TEN!!

She sits back onto the sofa beside me, crossing her legs. I look her up and down, thinking about everything that’s happened in the last month, and in realizing that there’s only ten seconds left in this year… I start thinking about what’s made me happiest in 2017…

NINE!!!

“You look like you’re thinking about something sweetie.”

Her light voice pulls me from my thoughts and I chuckle, tucking a strand of flyaway blonde hair behind my ear.

“Just thinking about the best things about 2017, that’s all.”

EIGHT!!!

“And that might be?”

She asks innocently, those bright eyes scanning my face, looking for any clue of what I could possibly find to be good about this year. Well, the more I think, the more I realize that while there weren’t many good things… what things were good… were fucking great.

Quality over quantity, right?

“Well…”

SEVEN!!!

I look up, and around the room at all the other EWC superstars that are in this room, many of which I’ve never seen – well, that’s not true… I just don’t give a flying fuck about any of them. This room is only for the top champions, which now includes the woman sitting beside me – Mrs. FSW Champion.  I couldn’t be more proud of her.

Finally I bring my focus back to her with a smile.

“UGWC… “

Her eyebrows raise.

SIX!!!

“UGWC hmm? I can see why you would say that. Although I remember you saying something about that place also being nothing but raging assholes since you’ve been there.”

I nod.

“The people are assholes, well most of them. Rogan and Ichabod aren’t bad people. I guess I’m just glad to have a home, after what happened with OWF at the end of last year.”

A bad memory that I’d love to forget. I guess I’m glad that CJ kinda forced my hand in signing my UGWC contract. I mean just look at which of us stuck with it through the year and which of us is cowering somewhere in Western Maryland… That should be enough proof for anyone as to who truly belonged here to begin with.

“And being Cross-Hemisphere Champion isn’t bad either.”

FIVE!!!

Really that’s the main bright spot of being in UGWC. They gave me the opportunity to prove myself outside of OWF, and I delivered. Hell, I think I over delivered. Three time Cross-Hemisphere Champ within the year?

“Ha. I bet that it isn’t.”

She replies with a grin.

“I almost could have said the same thing, but no… thanks to you.”

I wish I could have been with her the night she won that first singles championship; I can only imagine – No wait – I already know what her face looked like, how she felt.. Because I was there once too. I guess I just wish I could have experienced that with her; I wish I could have witnessed that unbridled happiness in someone that wasn’t myself.

FOUR!!!

I nod my head and look past her, to the TV – my stomach doing somersaults inside my body.

“Is that all, Luce? Just UGWC?”

I shake my head.

There’s a lot more to 2017 than my career moves.

“Being free again.”

I turn my eyes to her again to see her biting her lip and nodding her head, a bit of pink on her cheeks. That’s no surprise really, considering how much she’s drank tonight. I’m not sure how many she’d had before I arrived, but she already looked pretty buzzed when I finally found here in here, living it up with the best of the best of the EWC.

THREE!!!!

“Not for the reason you think, Mags.”

I say, seeing the trouble in her eyes. Being free is a general statement. Sure I do mean the divorce, and getting out of a marriage that I wasn’t happy in… that was a huge deal for me. I honestly wasn’t sure if I could make it without CJ – yet here I am, in a much better place and much happier to boot.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ve been given a second chance.”

TWO!!!!

Her eyebrows raise again.

“Hmm?”

I reach my hand up and touch her silver hair softly, watching her eyes close as she takes in a deep breath. I can feel her shiver as I move in closer to her, the heat emanating from her body making it hard to breathe as I move my face in close to hers; a smile still adorned on my lips.

“Uh huh.”

ONE!!!!

Before she can say anything else, confetti begins flying all around us. I lean in as everyone screams ‘Happy New Year!’ and I kiss her – exactly like she did in the elevator that night. At first she tenses up; but then I feel her hand in mine and immediately the butterflies in my stomach fly away. I spent a while after the incident in the elevator believing that what happened was wrong – and that I couldn’t figure why she would even be attracted to me at all. Yet when I sat alone and thought about it even more, I realized that it’s more than just a physical attraction.

It’s about being happy. It’s about being around people who make your life better, and apparently that’s what I am to Maggie Lockheart.
Apparently that’s what she is to me too. People are going to think I’m more insane that they already do. They’re going to call me desperate, stupid, a wannabe. I don’t care. I just don’t give a shit anymore what anyone has to say about me and my life.

2017 is over.

2018 is going to be the year of Lucy being happy.

Haters be damned.

 

Date January 7th 2018 / Time 1:41AM / Status Not Recording
Location Blog Entry – Marked Private on 1/7/18

I always scoffed at people who said shit like ‘New Year, New Me’. Because it’s just so easy to let the difference between 11:59 on December 31st and 12:00 on January 1st change everything about perceptions and feelings. There’s so much more to it than that, yet here I am seven days into the new year and I’m thinking that there might be something to what all those overly positive people have been saying…

Maybe it is possible to let one minute make all the difference.

I just never thought it could be true, especially for someone like me. But I just got back from what might just be my first date with someone that isn’t CJ. I think it was a date. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this that I don’t even know what the guidelines for what is and isn’t a date.
Either way, it was nice. It was better than nice.

Actually, the last week has been one of the best in recent memory. For the first time in a long time, I’ve slept in late. No, it wasn’t one of those ‘I’m depressed and I laid in bed for hours after waking up because I hate my life and myself’ type of deals. I actually slept in.

Not something that many take for granted, but to me it’s huge. Not dreading everyday is pretty damn great. Looking forward to what each day brings, I’ve underestimated what that would do to my outlook. I don’t wake up each day wondering how long I’ll make it before I take my first drink. I don’t spend each day counting the hours until I can drift back off into unconsciousness.

Instead I look forward to getting up, taking a shower and getting shit done.

I’m happy.

I’m fucking happy.

All because of a pretty, petite silver-haired pixie.

All because I finally decided to put my happiness first, and cast aside the judgements and opinions of everyone else. It’s not easy though. It’s not easy to stop my mind from thinking about it. Thinking about how people are going to react; wondering if my desperation has hit an all time high… wondering how someone like me can just ‘change’.

That part is easy though and I’ll tell each and every one of them – When you stop worrying about genders, colors, and everything else that separates us… and you just worry about being with those who make you a better person… things figure themselves out.

Things just get better.

 

Date January 9th 2018 / Time 12:05PM / Status Not Recording
Location Blue Bottle Coffee – New York City, New York

“Mrs. Wylde, I’m glad you could make it out today.”

I smile briefly and shake the mans hand before sitting down at the table across from him. I don’t answer him though, instead I stare across at him, taking in his features. Short gray hair, a gray beard and mustache and the most unattractive glasses I could have ever imagined perched on his tiny, practically non-existent nose. It takes a few seconds for me to look beyond the glasses and into a set of bland, unspectacular brown eyes.

Makes me miss a certain set of turquoise hues that I’ve not seen for a few days.

“So, uh… Where should we start, Mrs. Wyld–”

I put my hand up, cutting him off.

“Coffee first.”

He closes his mouth and nods his head as the waiter places a cup in front of me. I set up this meeting a few days ago, and while I’m not dreading it as much as I thought I would.. I’m still a bit apprehensive about the entire thing. I don’t like putting a face to the man who interviewed my parents about me. I don’t like knowing that he was near them.. It makes me feel dirty.

Gotta remember that this isn’t the end of the world. I’m just taking care of myself. Making sure that nothing fucks with my life. I don’t need this shit and I’m not going to put up with it anymore.

There’s no reason to be scared.

I grab the cup and take a sip, closing my eyes as the bitter liquid hits my tongue and warms my throat as I swallow it.

“Okay. Where do we start, Mr…?”

“Mr. Hill. Frank Hill.”

“Well, Mr. Hill. I’d like to know why you published an interview with Gary and Christine Johnson; an interview where my name was drug through the mud… without first checking your sources.”

The look of shock on his face is kind of surprising. How did he think that I wasn’t going to be pissed off about how his little article portrayed me. Like I’d be totally okay with a national magazine saying that I’m a terrible child and I’ve neglected my responsibilities as a daughter and a sister. Fuck that jazz.

I lean back and cross my arms over my chest, waiting for a response – any response but all I get is a dumbfounded look.

“Listen, Frank.. I don’t have all day.”

He shakes his head and places his hands on the table in front of him.

“Well, they are your parents. I just, I thought–”

“You thought that the first hand account of my parents would be good enough to publish that piece of trash? Did you think about the repercussions of that? You do know that I’m a nationally known wrestler. You do know that I have the power to end your career… Especially if I decide to take this to court.”

His eyes widen.

“Oh, oh.. No… I-”

“I think you need to shut up and listen to me. Gary and Christine Johnson are nothing but abusive, manipulative pieces of–”

“Lucille…”

The blood in my veins runs cold at the sound of a voice that I haven’t heard in years. I drop my arms to my sides and turn my head to see another man, leaning on a cane as he stares coldly into my eyes.

“Is that how you should be talking about your parents?”

 

It’s that time again.

Time to get back to work.  I for one, am excited to get back to Chicago and do what I do best.  We’re starting the year off on a pretty good note, aren’t we?

I get to start the year as a three time Cross-Hemisphere Champion.  I get to start the year by going up against three former world champions.  Three.  How lucky am I?  Management giving me yet another opportunity to prove why I’m one of the best around here, and why I am every damn bit of a world champion caliber talent.  No offense to anyone else, of course.  

I mean let’s face it.  The UGWC is full of people who can easily win any title at any time. 

I’m surrounded by people who deserve to be where they are, people who have done things that I can only dream of… for now.  It’s humbling to say the least to be here; and to be recognized for what I’ve done here in the last year.  Breakout star of 2017?  That’s an honor.  Especially when put up against people like Jessica Mathis and my Ex-Husband, CJ Wylde. 

I appreciate the confidence in me and my abilities. 

And I won’t disappoint in the new year. 

But first, we have to get through the first Synergy of 2018, Hmm?  Jet Somers, Phrixus Deimos and Travis Pierce. 

I must say, I’ve got my work cut out for me this week.  Not to mention that I’m going to be finding out the next challenger for my Cross-Hemisphere championship.  I’ll be definitely watching that match with the utmost attention.  Good luck to the three of you and whoever wins; I look forward to facing you next week.

Again, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself.  Silly me.

Then again, what more is there to say? 

I’m ready.

I always am.  You all should know that about me by now.  I never give any less than one hundred and ten percent and Monday night won’t be any different.  I’m looking forward to getting back to work though.  I can’t wait to be back out in that arena; and I definitely can’t wait to get my hands dirty. 

See you Monday.

 

OOC: Maggie Lockheart used with permission.