Date September 1st 2020 / Time 4:20AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Johnson Residence – New York City, New York

I get to the top of the stairs, finally seeing the door to my place at the end of the hall and I let out a loud sigh. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve been here. It’s been a few weeks since I even cared to be here, mainly because I didn’t want to take the chance that he would be here.

But why would he be?

This isn’t his home.

He’s probably back in Jersey somewhere, fucking off to hell.

Good.

And now… Here, alone… The full weight of what really happens hits me. Sure, I’m angry. I’m damned angry at what he did… And I tried to call him out last night. I wanted to hurt him, and what did I get?

I drag myself to the door, hesitating as I bring the key up to the lock.

He’d better not be here…

“He wouldn’t…”

I mutter to myself, shoving the key into the lock and opening the door as the smell of stagnant air rushes out of the condo. Shaking my head, I step through the threshold and look around almost instinctively as my phone starts ringing in my pocket.

Who in the hell is calling me this early in the morning?

“Yeah?”

“You should’ve come to Chaos if you wanted to get your hands on him.”

I shake my head and put the phone on speaker as I make my way into the kitchen and straight for the liquor cabinet.

“No shit, Kyra.”

“It’s a shame you’re so hell bent on handling him yourself, because I would have already busted his ass wide open.”

I roll my eyes and pour myself a glass.

“I thought you of all people would understand that.”

“I mean, I do. But I’d still enjoy watching him bleed out for what he did.”

I half heartedly chuckle as I bring myself through the living room and head to the stairs – Stealing a glance at the living room as I go. But as I get to the stairs, I stop.

Do I really want to sleep in our bed?

I sigh and turn back around, heading into the living room instead and take a seat on the couch.

“Oh I know you would… You did it to me once.”

Silence.

I smirk and take a sip of my drink. I knew that would shut her up. Of course I’m not the only person who’s brought up the whole ‘nearly killed her sister’ thing to her as she’s trying to move on with her life.

“Oh, fuck you.”

She finally says and I can hear the annoyance in her voice. Well, now both of us are annoyed. Good.

“Anyway, how are you doing?”

I sigh at the question.

“That good, huh?”

“Yeah. My fiance attacked me after we lost a title match, threw my ring away and told me that it was all my fault.. Oh and that I always had to take his spotlight because I couldn’t handle him being in it. I’m completely fucking fine.”

“It’s not like you haven’t dealt with pieces of shit before.”

I look down at the glass and nod.

“Yeah. But this one cuts a little deeper.”

“I get it.”

I take another sip and set the glass on the table.

“It’s stupid, you know..”

“What?”

“I miss him.”

She sighs.

“For fucks sake.”

I roll my eyes.

“I know. That’s why I said it was stupid. Like, I wanna beat his ass.. But I miss him. I just wish…”

My voice trails off as I lean my head back against the couch.

“You wish what?”

“I don’t know anymore. Maybe he’s right about me, you know? Maybe I am everything he’s saying about me.”

She grumbles on the other end of the line.

“Right.. And I’m Mother Teresa. Shut the fuck up with that shit already. You’re one of the most honest, caring people I know.. So much so that it’s almost sickening.”

“Says you, the eternal bitch.”

“Damn straight. But that’s how I know you ain’t like that. Because I am. And you ain’t nothing like me, Luce.”

But I can be…

I don’t say it outloud because I know that Kyra is trying to be supportive, when she’s typically anything but. Having just dumped her fiance and moved herself back to Baltimore to pursue her own ambitions… And having watched all that go down first hand before I returned to UGWC, I gotta say… It’s weird seeing her actually be nice.

“Okay, okay.. I get it. Now why in the hell are you up so damn early?”

“Who the hell says I ever went to bed?”

“Can’t sleep?”

I hear a rustling come from the phone as I wait for her answer.

“Kyra?”

“Nah, I haven’t been sleeping all that great.”

My eyebrows arch.

“You think that’s connected to anything going on in your little world latel–”

“Nope. Things are great. Anyway, we’re not talking about me.. We’re talking about you and that slimebag you were gonna marry.”

I close my eyes.

“Can we just… Talk about something else?”

Another long pause.

“Well, yeah. That’s fine. What do you wanna talk about?”

“Anything but him.”

 

I’ll get to you three in just a minute..

But there’s something else I’d like to say before I talk about what I’m gonna do to ya’ll at Synergy because there’s someone else that’s gonna be at Synergy who’s begging… Just fucking begging for me to put my foot through his skull.

Aren’t you, Joe?

Now, I’m not going to go on some angry, hate filled rant about what you did, or why I’m going to find you and kick your ass… I’m just gonna say this: You’d better be watching over your shoulder the entire evening, honey. I told you that you could run for only so long before I catch up and Monday night is the night I do just that.

But now, onto those of you who unfortunately have to step into the ring with someone who’s as pissed off as I am.

Then again, Davey Boy.. You’ve gotta be pissed off at the sorry state of your career… Right? I mean come on. Shouldn’t it be you taking part in that match to end the show? Shouldn’t it be you, captaining your own Outlast team instead of waiting to be picked last like the outcast kid on the playground?

Oh, before you say it though.. It’s not lost on me that if I’d of won my match at Kobe Steak, then I’d be a captain as well. My hypocrisy only goes so far. I know we’re both losers, Dave. And believe me, that statement hurts me more than it hurts you. But hey, at least you get to make Tempest’s first pick in the draft.

There’s that silver lining, Dave.

You actually came out of the pay-per-view with something to look forward to, while I came out of it with a broken relationship and no god damn title belt. So take my words for what you want, Dave. I still see you as the garbage wrestler that I’ve always seen you as, and even though I’m not exactly lighting the world on fire since winning Wrestlestock… I can still lay down at night and rest peacefully knowing that I’ll never be as low as you.

But let’s lay off of you for a little while Dave… I know you’re the punching bag of everyone else in the UGWC too, so I don’t wanna lay it on too thick. Don’t wanna steal too much spotlight from anyone else, you know… Because I’m such a giver.

So I’m gonna move on to our former World Champ.

I mean what can I say?

First off, I guess I can start off with, you’re manager or whatever he is… He’s a fucking moron. I don’t really know you, hun but I think from what I’ve seen.. You’d be better off on your own. That guy has the potential to bring your IQ down by literally being near you.

Who’s to say that hasn’t happened though.

I’ll give you credit though… It takes talent to be the UGWC World Champ. I should know, it took me many tries to win it.. And I didn’t hold it nearly long enough – Thanks Vain.

The point is… You’ve obviously got what it takes to be at the top. I can respect that. I can respect that but I can also say that I won’t have one God damned issue kicking your ass too. We both have a recent betrayal in common. We both held the World title for far less time than we personally believed we could. But the difference?

I don’t know, hun.

I just feel like I’m a better fucking wrestler than you. Than a lot of you.

But don’t take my word for it. Let me show you, let me show everyone that I’m better than the history I have… And that’s saying something because my history here in UGWC isn’t too damn bad. It’s just..

I’m not satisfied with it.

I’m not happy with the fact that I gotta compare myself to someone like you. But I’m finding myself with more in common with my opponents this week than I’d care to admit… and it’s frustrating.

It’s frustrating to look at someone who could be a perfectly decent human being and not give one shit about that fact because I know I’m so far above this match that the three of you shouldn’t be able to see me from the ground.

Yet here I am.

Here we are.

After Kobayashi Maru, I learned a very important thing.

This business isn’t about nice guys and gals.. This world we work in gives no shits about who we are as people… As much as I want it to. Why’d your tag partner turn on you, Hide? Why does everyone see you as a joke, Dave? These are rhetorical questions, by the way. We all know why they did/do. Just like we all know why my fiance decided he needed to suck Tempest’s dick.

Is it true?

Are we what they believe we are?

I know I’m not.

Maybe you aren’t either but I suppose we’ll find out.

And what about you, Konrad?

Out here, finally living up to your potential.. Winning your first UGWC championship. Do people see you differently now? Or do they still look at you the very same way they did before? The worst part is… I believe you’re the purest soul in this match, Konrad.

I believe you’re literally the nicest person in these parts and you’ve never gotten the respect you’ve deserved. You deserve to be taken seriously. You and I have teamed up more than once in our tenures… Each and every time I’ve come at you with the same attitude that everyone else has.

Telling you not to disappoint me.

Telling you to pull your weight, as if you don’t do that each and every week.

I could tell you that I’m gonna do something different this week… But the truth is.. I’m not. And the difference is, this time I’m not watching your back, I’m trying to kick your ass.

You might be the Cross-Hemisphere Champ, but you won’t be for long. You’re a nice guy. But like I said before, that shit doesn’t matter. Your heart and your kindness are going to be your downfall… Take it from someone who tried to be the same kind of person you are now. This business is going to take your soul, it’s going to chew it up and it’s going to spit it out.

Just like I’m gonna chew you up and spit you out on Monday.

I don’t have time to play nice, guys.

I’ve got a lying, traitorous bastard to go after and I pray to God I end up on a team opposite of him because I’m going to do so much worse to him than anything I’m gonna do to you three on Monday.

So, here’s how it’s gonna go.. I’m gonna come in and I’m gonna win. I’m gonna win and I’m gonna leave… and I’m gonna find Joseph Lee and I’m going to do the exact same thing to him that he did to me at Kobayashi Maru.

I’m sad.

I’m upset.

I’m ANGRY.

But most of all, I’m ready and I’m not coming to lose. See you fuckers on Monday.