Date S̶̹͎͂ē̷̱̤̯͜p̵̯̥̞͐̆͊̐͑t̸̙̳͋e̴̬̼͓͓̣̗͊ḿ̵̢̨̼̭̘̇͋̈́͝b̵̫̫̆̌̑e̴͓̊̀r̴̛̩̭̈́̈́̋͝ ̵̛̤̭̟͚̠͋̀͜2̴͍͖̈̉ͅ0̸͍̹͚͒̎͝ͅt̵̲͎̞̯̰͋̓̎̈́ĥ̵͚,̸̗̮̣͇̭̒ ̷̨͕͚̠͚́̿̾͐̋2̴̹͇̦̞̗̠̀̽͑̀̂̉0̶̨̪͓͗̈́̓̆̍1̶̹͔̒̓́̃͊͘9̶̛̻̗͍̀ / Time 7̴̣̣̓̈́̓̐̎̾:̷͙̜̙͆̍͆2̸̟̮̿5̴̜̺̈́͘̚P̷̧͍̦͈͒M̷̰̤̯̟̎͆̏̊͠ͅ / Status N̵̫̑̾̐̑͘̚o̶̠̱̅̑̔͋t̴̛̼͖̺̂͐̇̕ ̴̨͍̗̗̓͊̂̚R̸̨͖̦̈́͑͂̆e̵͓̦͔̹͋c̴̨̢̢̖͌̈́̆͂̽ͅo̶̮̺͔̖̠̅r̸̢͕͛̈̚͝d̸̘̗̲̊̾̏̕͝î̸̲̼͎̭̈̀́̄ͅn̷͇̻̺͉̞̿̈́g̸̻̺̯̣͕͌
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My hearts racing. I can hear my it pounding in my ears as I make my way out onto the rooftop patio for this party – my heels almost clicking in time with every heartbeat, making me realize how fast I’m walking.

Slow down.

Just slow down. This is a beautiful place. Take a look around, appreciate the scenery – At least that’s what I keep telling myself as I slow my pace, nodding and muttering a few polite greetings to people I pass. I don’t know why I’m so nervous, but the butterflies are running rampant inside my stomach and nothing I tell myself is making that feeling any better. With everything that’s happened, I just feel so…

”Out of place?”

I close my eyes for a second and shake my head. I’m not. I’m not out of place here. I’m supposed to be here.

I don’t have to be here for long. All I have to do is drop in, say a few ‘hello’s’ to my teammates for Outlast, take part in a few awkward conversations and then I can head back downstairs to my room for the night. No more, no less. It’s that simple.

At least it should be.

It’s not like I have much in common with this crowd anyway.

”But what if they want to talk about what Kyra said?”

My eyes widen for a moment and I stop, turning around to see if someone is following me. No one’s there. Everyone around me is talking, drinking.. Doing what they’re supposed to be doing at a party like this one.

I’m just talking to myself, like a fucking crazy person.

Jesus. I know it’s been a tough week.. Well a rough couple of weeks, I guess.. But come on. Talking to myself? I need to get out of my own head. That’s all this is.

Finally, the cool air of the Chicago night hits my skin as I step outside into the party itself. I look around, trying to find anyone I know… And finding plenty of those, I try to narrow the selections down to people I actually like, which is proving far more difficult than I originally thought.

God, I wish Joe were here. At least being back among the UGWC elite, or so they think would be easier with him here. His commentary and his reassurance would be welcome. Anything to make this feel less… wrong.

“Why are you even here?”

Yeah. Why’d I even agree to show up to this thing to begin with? This does nothing to help us prepare for Outlast. So Sebastian is engaged now. Good for him. Is his fiance going to help him get to the finals? I didn’t think so.

I glance up and see the guest of honor, speaking to someone I don’t know. I move towards them, and like it was planned, he finishes talking to that person and he looks up, seeing me. I smile half-heartedly and wave awkwardly. But… Instead of returning the gesture, I swear I see him sigh and roll his eyes.

What?

“Hey, Sebast–”

But before I can finish the sentence, he’s turned and walked away from me. What the fuck? He’s the one that invited me.. He’s the–

“I think he was hoping you weren’t going to show up.”

I jump at the sound of her voice and when I turn, I’m honestly surprised to see Angie Vaughn standing beside me, her lips upturned in a sweet, but sorrowful smile. I take a step back, trying to figure out what in the hell is going on here. Was she watching me?

And what does she mean he was hoping I wasn’t going to show up?

That’s ridiculous.

“W-What do you mean? He invited me… If he didn’t want me to show, then he–”

“I think he was just trying to be nice, since you are on our team, after all.”

She shrugs her shoulders and begins walking off as well, but I don’t let her move away that easily – instead I keep pace with her as she moves across the patio. I need to figure this out, and Angie might be my best bet.

“I don’t understand. He drafted me. I didn’t even want to be drafted. I didn’t even want to be here tonight, I don’t even really know Sebastian.. So..”

”Seems like he knows you…”

I grimace and shake my head as Angelica stops at a table, picking up what looks like a glass of punch and takes a quick sip, eyeing up the rest of the party.

“Well, he drafted you because he thought you could help him get to the finals.”

She finally replies, swishing the drink around in the glass – sending a glance in my direction as I nod my head.

That makes sense.

“Okay… Well given my history, I can understand that.”

I’ve had a pretty good history of making it to the finals of Outlast. I guess if someone is going to make a pick based solely on that, I’d be a pretty good pick. But that statement does nothing to help me understand why he gave me the literal cold shoulder just a few minutes ago.

I turn my head and look at Angie, I’m not sure why.. But I guess I’m trying to read her. Trying to figure out if there’s more she’s not telling me, but when I look at her face, I realize she’s looking directly at me. My eyes widen and I look away, only to see that nearly everyone else around us is staring at me too.

It’s unsettling. It’s like each and every one of them is staring directly into my soul, reading into my deepest doubts, my fears… my regrets..

”They know.”

They know?

“…But then he realized you were a coward.”

“Wait, what?”

I look back, into a pair of piercing blue eyes and the no longer smiling face of Angelica Vaughn. She almost looks like she’s pitying me.

“I don’t think you meant it. But you are.”

“You don’t think I meant what?”

“To abandon your sister.”

She stated matter-of-factly, and the moment those words left her lips, I feel my heart sinking into my stomach as I try to breathe. Finally I manage to pull in a deep breath as Angie continues staring at me, her eyes blank and hollow. I shake my head and bring my shaky hand up to take a drink of the punch.

Wait a minute.. How’d I get a glass of punch?

“You didn’t did you?”

The confusion is only growing as I pull my eyes away from the glass in my hand, and I shake my head. Did I mean to abandon my sister? What the hell kind of question is that?

“I… No! It-It’s a long story, Angie. But I’d never–”

“You’d never intentionally ruin someone’s life?”

I open my mouth to respond but I don’t know what to say. Did I intentionally ruin my own sisters life all those years ago? No. Of course not.

But I did ruin her life.

Whether it was intentional or not. I’m responsible for what happened to her after I ran away. Not a damn thing can change that fact. No amount of defending myself will change that I got out… and she didn’t.

“I–”

Angie reaches out and pats my arm.

“Nothing is going to change what you did, Lucy. And nothing is going to change the fact that everyone now sees you. The real you.”

 

I feel like I’m staring at Angie’s hand forever, and when I glance back up – She’s gone. And in her place, Sloane Taylor – her hand on mine, exactly where Angie’s just was. I jump backwards, nearly spilling my drink as Sloane crosses her arms over her chest.

“Lucy. You don’t look like you’re having a very good time.”

Angie was just here.

I look around, trying to find her and I do – but she’s across the patio, standing in between Sarah Grey-Lacklan and Kenzi Grey-Lacklan, laughing as if she wasn’t just over here exposing my soul to everyone here at this party.

And everyone that was just staring at me? They’re all back to what they were doing previously as well..

What the hell is going on here?

I run my hand through my hair and exhale. Was all of that in my head? Did I even talk to Angie at all? Finally, I bring my attention back to Sloane and shrug my shoulders.

“Oh, no.. It’s a lovely party. It’s just… I don’t know. Was.. Was Angie just over here?”

She cocks her head to the side.

“No? You were just standing here looking sad so I thought I’d come over and make sure you’re okay.”

”So, it was in your head… Or was it?”

A chuckle escapes my lips.

It was definitely in my head. I’m going crazy. Totally fucking bonkers.

“Oh, I’m fine. Just lost in my thoughts, I guess.”

She seems satisfied with my answer as she releases her arms, letting them hang at her sides. She turns and leans against the table, smiling out at the rest of the party.

“Must be weird, being at one of these things.”

I shrug my shoulders again.

“Why?”

“Well, you were married before.. Right?”

Where’s she heading with this and what the hell does this have to do with this engagement party?  I’d ask how she even knew that, but I’m sure that answer is all over the internet somewhere.  Instead, I just shrug and sigh. 

“Uh.. Yeah, I mean that was years ago though. Doesn’t mean I can’t be happy for other people th–”

“Oh, and you know.. That whole deal with Kyra. That’s gotta make coming to things like this kinda scary, right? Knowing that everyone knows…”

My jaw drops and as if my heart couldn’t sink any lower, it drops a few more inches and does a backflip for good measure.

“I, I mean.. It hasn’t made it easy, that’s for sure.”

I manage to stammer out, trying to keep my cool even though I feel myself falling apart. I shouldn’t have come here. I shouldn’t have accepted my drafting into Outlast. I should have just stayed at home, hidden away from any and all prying eyes.

“I can imagine it’s not… But listen.”

Sloane says, turning to me and stepping closer – Any positive emotions falling from her face as she leans in closer.

“You’d better not fuck this up for us… We already look like morons for wanting you on our team. I mean come on, how do we look when we draft the great Lucy Wylde… Self-Proclaimed ‘hero’ for the masses… only to find out that she’s just a selfish deserter who left a little girl with a deranged abuser for all those years? What kind of person does that?”

I look away, shaking my head.

“You spent all this time playing the victim, letting people believe that you are this good person who came from this broken home but you left out one big detail and now the rest of us have to pay the price for boarding the Lucy bandwagon, huh?”

“If you think she cares, love… Than you’ve certainly got another thing coming.”

I whip around to see Sebsatian standing behind me.

“Sebastian, I–”

He puts a hand up and sighs.

“Please, save your defenses and your lies, Miss Wylde. Thanks to your dear sister, we all know who you truly are and I for one wish I would have known before I set my sights on you for Outlast.”

I don’t know what to say. I only find myself wishing Joe were here because I don’t think I can handle this on my own anymore. He’s the only one who knows the story in it’s entirety and he understands. He might not understand fully what happened or why I did what I did but… He doesn’t look down on me for a decision I made as a girl.

I open my mouth to retort, but a woman comes up beside Sebastian and kisses his cheek softly before glaring in my direction – her golden brown eyes boring a hole through me.  A very familiar pair of golden brown hues… 

It can’t be…

“Kyra?”

I ask, my eyes unable to stray from her. What the fuck is Kyra doing here? I thought she was engaged to–

“Shows how much you know, Lucille.”

Kyra says, almost as if she heard my thoughts with every word out of her mouth dripping with venom as she hangs on Sebastians arm.

“She thinks she knows everything, but how can she when she runs from everything that frightens her?”

Sloane adds, a devilish grin on her lips.

“Thank you, by the way, Kyra for showing us who your sister really is. I only wish you’d done it sooner.”

Kyra nods her head.

“Well timing is everything, and while I do apologize for waiting until after the draft… I do have to say, other than that… Everything has turned out perfectly.”

“Kyra, you don’t know the whole story…”

I say, wanting desperately to turn this around. I wish she understood why I did what I did. I wish she’d let me explain what happened that night.

“She knows as much as she needs to know.”

Sloane says, reaching out and touching Kyra’s shoulder as she shoots daggers at me.

“I’m sorry she’s putting you through all of this again.”

“It’s okay, I can handle it. She can’t hurt me again. Not now that Seb is here.”

She replies, nuzzling into Seb’s cheek. This is so wrong. All of this. This isn’t what I thought it would be. Not by a long shot.

“By the way, Sloane… Where’s your date?”

Sloane smiled and her eyes flickered up, looking around the party before settling back on me with, her smile growing.

“Right there…”

Suddenly I feel someone behind me, and I turn to see Joe standing behind me. Relief washes over my body as I practically jump into his arms, so happy to see him here. I can’t believe he came all the way from New York for this..

“Oh Joe, I’m so glad you–”

He moves his hands down in between us and pushes me away, the look of disgust on his face cutting straight through me. But.. But why?

“I see someone hasn’t taken the hint…”

“Hint?”

I say, as Joe pushes past me and I watch Sloane rush into his arms much like I just did. I step towards them, my chest tightening with anger.

“What the hell is going on here? Joe? What the fuck are you talking about?”

He ignores me as he and Sloane continue this… disgusting display of affection. Kyra and Sebastian look on, grinning from ear to ear… I reach out and grab Joe’s arm, pulling him away from Sloane.

“Joe? What the HELL?”

I hear Kyra snickering.

“Ohhh, better watch out Joe… Someone’s grumpy that she isn’t getting exactly what she wants anymore.”

Joe reaches up and grabs my hand from his arm, practically throwing it back down to my side.

“I can’t believe you even showed up here tonight.”

“I could say the same about you…”

I retort right away, my own disgust growing. He laughs and shakes his head.

“Well I’m here because Sloane asked me… And because I wanted to see if you were crazy enough to show up, considering all of your skeletons have been pulled from the closet for everyone to see.”

“I… You… I told you everything! You said you wouldn’t–”

“Said I wouldn’t what? Abandon you like you did Kyra? Said I wouldn’t let you face this alone? Come on, Lucille…”

Hearing him say that name sends shivers down my spine.

“…Did you really think I could just look past it? I left my wife for you.. I uprooted my entire life… for you. Man, your father was right about you all along… I only wish I’d seen it before.”

“You were blinded by the facade she put on… Don’t worry, we all were.”

Sebastian adds in. Everyone around me nods their head in agreement.

“You know me, Joe… I was young.. I made a mistake..”

“So that’s all it is now? Just a simple mistake? You disgust me… “

The pain is unreal. My heart, it feels like it’s shattering inside my chest – all the little shards embedding themselves into everything around it… I can’t believe this. I just can’t–

“..Maybe I should have let you do what you wanted to do… I’m sure you remember.  Last year?  When he had his control over you. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”

I close my eyes and shake my head. This isn’t real. This can’t be real. He can’t be saying that he wishes he would have let me kill myself… He can’t be agreeing with my father…

“Daddy would have wanted it that way.”

Kyra says, and I open my eyes again.

“Now’s your chance to make it all right again, Lucille.”

Sloane says, motioning to my hand. I look down to see a gun there… But.. How?

“Your father was right, Lucille…. You should go.”

Sebastian adds in as I lift the gun up, tears dripping from my eyes and running down my cheeks. This doesn’t make sense… But.. But maybe I should..

“You thought your father was a bad person, but it’s you… You’re the one who deserves this. You’ve run away from this for long enough, don’t you think?”

Joe says, stepping forward and grabbing my hand, pointing the gun at my face and moving it so that it’s resting on my lips. He moves my index finger onto the trigger and lets go.

But… instead of moving the gun away from my mouth… I push it between my lips and look into each and everyone of their eyes… All my wrong-doings coming up to the surface and pouring down my face, the regret pitting itself in my stomach like a heavy stone, threatening to break my legs with the sheer weight of it.

”They’re right, you know… I know what’s best for you Lucille.”

I nod my head as my finger tightening on the trigger and–

 

Date September 21st 2019 / Time 2:37AM / Status Not Recording
Location Londonhouse Hotel – Chicago, Illinois

BAM!!!

I open my eyes and nearly fall off the bed in the process, reaching up to my mouth, around the back of my head… and then I realize I’m here. No gun. No bullet hole. No… One.

I’m alone.

I’m alive.

I close my eyes and put my hands up to my face, shaking.

A lot of bad memories are running through my mind – A lot of things I’ve dealt with, worked through and tried to put behind me. Hearing my father’s voice, trying to take my own life… And now, everything else that Kyra’s brought into the light… It’s all too much.

It’s too much, and as I sit here on the bed, it almost feels like I can still feel the gun in my hand, the barrel in my mouth…

I reach out for the nightstand to grab my phone but I realize… it’s not there. Panic begins to set in as I slide down onto the floor, searching for it. I need it. I need to hear his voice right now… I need to know that everything is okay. On the floor though, I not only find my phone but I realize that everything that was on the nightstand is laying on the ground.

“Fuck…”

Sitting down on the ground, I bring the phone up to my face and pull up the number I want to call, pressing send and putting the phone up to my ear.

“Please pick up…. Please pick up…”

…

…

…

“Please….”

…

“Luce?”

“Joe… Joe thank God…”

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

He sounds groggy, like I just woke him up. I see the alarm clock laying face down beside me on the floor and when I pick it up I understand why.

“Oh my God, I didn’t realize it was so early… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about that, are you okay?”

I sigh and pull my knees up to my chest as I lean back against the bed.

“Physically, yeah..”

“But?”

I let out a shaky breath and try to tell myself that everything is okay, he might not be here with me… but he’s not… Well, he’s not like he was in the dream. And that’s good. I want to tell him what happened.. But there’s still a part of me that is still scared that things aren’t okay.

“Are we okay Joe?”

He doesn’t respond right away, and the panic starts to come back.

“What do you mean, ‘are we okay’? Of course we’re okay, Luce… “

I close my eyes and lay my head back. Of course we’re okay.

“I miss you.”

I whisper as a single tear squeezes out of my eye and falls down my cheek.

“It felt so real.. The nightmare. I was at the party again and Kyra was there and you… You were there too, telling me that my father was right and that you should have let me–”

“I think I get the picture…”

He says, cutting me off.

“Do you think I’m a coward?”

I can hear him breathing softly on the other end of the line. I can picture him, laying in bed, his right arm resting on the pillow above his head – the blanket half on his body, half on the floor and that same stoic expression on his face… except maybe a little more tired looking.

I never thought I was a coward. Even knowing what I’ve done. I always told myself that I did it for a reason, and that I tried to get her out too… but the more I think about it, the more I remember it.. I keep wondering, did I really try hard enough or did I just save myself? I don’t know anymore.

“Luce… Don’t do this to yourself. You know the answer to that.”

“Do I? I know I say that I left her there, not because I didn’t want to get her out too, but becau–”

“Because you couldn’t. You know you tried. Don’t let her get into your head and make you feel exactly the way she wants you to feel. You were young. No one can fault you for a decision you made as a kid.”

I sigh and shake my head.

“She does and so does everyone else.”

“Not me.”

He’s the only one I feel that is really and truly on my side. I could make an argument for people like Sloane and Sebastian… But is that just because we’re teammates? Or is it something else? Maybe all of this has me a bit jaded towards anyone who seems like they could be a friend… Maybe I shouldn’t assume, but it’s so hard.

It’s hard to believe that not everyone can look at what Kyra said and understand, like Joe does, that there are two sides to that coin.

“I know, babe… And I don’t think you know how much having you on my side means to me.”

“Oh…”

He yawns.

“…I know.”

I can’t help but smile as I wipe the tears from my face.

“I’m sorry for waking you up so early.”

“Don’t worry about it… Wasn’t sleeping that well to begin with.”

“I know the feeling.”

I hear him yawn again and I just lean back with the phone to my ear, content to listen to him breathe. After a few minutes, his breathing slows and I smile, knowing that he’s fallen back to sleep. I put the phone on speaker and quietly get back up on the bed, pulling the blankets back up over myself, happy to try to sleep again with him here with me…

“I love you…”

 

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks.

And by interesting, I mean tough. Hard. Miserable. But I’m gonna go out on a real limb here and say that not one of you gives a single flying fuck about what’s been going on with Lucy lately. Outlast is coming up. That’s far more important, am I right?

Of course it is.

That’s why I’m here, after all.

Although, I’ll be honest, I never expected to be in the conversation for Outlast this year and I was fine with that. I have other fish to fry now, a life to live outside of the Coalition and I was completely content putting the UGWC behind me.

But hey, thanks Seb. I appreciate it. Or should I be thanking Sloane? Hell, I’ll just thank both of you and move on.

I’ll admit, at first I was a little surprised and upset to find out I’d been drafted.

Who can blame me? I don’t even fucking work for the UGWC anymore, and I honestly had no reason to beleive that I was even a factor in the conversation for anything going on around here. Boy was I wrong. Apparently making it to the finals three times in a row really gets people’s attention. But you know, that feels pretty damn good too.

So, how about we make it four times in a row?

But don’t think I’ve forgotten the big old elephant in the room. Good old Lucy has made it to the finals three times in a row… but she’s never finished the job. Trust me, I know. I’ve been there. Made it. Failed. It happens to the best of them, isn’t that what everyone says? But that doesn’t mean that this year is going to end up the same way.

I’ve been away for a while.

A lot of you might think that makes my journey harder but what I think you might be forgetting is that I know the majority of you. Just because I’ve been gone doesn’t mean that many of you have changed because if there’s one thing about the UGWC roster that I will never forget… It’s that you people don’t fucking change. Sure, you say you have… You might even show that you have.. But at the end of the day, most of you are still the same people playing make believe.

I think that’s why I had such a hard time here.

Maybe that’s why I was never truly accepted around here by some of you, because you saw something in me that you knew you could never be… Someone that learns and grows with experience. And that’s exactly what I am, like it or not.. And now I’m back, for one night at least.

Yeah, I know I said that back at Wrestlestock and see how that ended up.

Thanks, Seb.

I kid. What Seb did, that’s what makes him a great captain. He looked at his options and instead of settling for a Captain 80’s or a Lucky… he branched out and snagged up someone that no one ever thought of. Bet ya’ll are thinking about me now, huh?

Of course you are.

If there’s anything you all know about me, it’s that when I’m involved… I’m always a factor. You can try to discredit me all you want, but you can’t take away the shit I’ve accomplished and the fashion with which I did it.

I’ve fought, and beaten people that some of you could only dream of beating. So, Team Pierce? Travis, Phrixus, Cap and Scott?

I’m going to be straight with you… do you honestly believe you’ve got a shot against us? I’m not trying to be a bitch here, but come on. Do you really think that 2019 is your time to shine? If so, then great. Good for you..

But, and there’s always a but.

You’re not getting your moment at the expense of my team and I.

Just not gonna happen.

Not only because I think we’re the better team, but because there’s nothing I want more than to make it to the finals and knock your world champion off her high horse and send her back down to the gutters where she belongs.

The fact that she’s a grand slam champion is disgusting.

But regardless, she did it and I guess she deserves a congratulations on that fact… But that doesn’t change a damn thing. Doesn’t change that I want to see that smug bitch underneath my boot.

Speaking of… Hiya Roxy.

So first world title defense, huh? The first one is always the hardest, ask me how I know. But what makes your first a real pain in the ass is the fact that it’s Outlast and I’m mostly sure that you’re smart enough to know that everyone and their brother is coming for you.

Vacating those other two belts might end up biting you in the ass because at one point you had it all and after Outlast, you might end up with nothing. I keep saying ‘might’ like you’re going to actually walk away having retained the world championship.. But I guess crazier things have happened. I mean, you walked out of Wrestlestock with the Cross-Hemisphere Championship still around your waist. Like I said, crazier things have happened.

But.. Well, you haven’t faced me, sweetie. And I think I know the reason for it. You’re scared of me. You know that you don’t stand a motherfucking chance against me and that’s exactly why you hide behind your snarky tweets and insults. Sure, you know how to fight. That much is obvious but you sure as hell don’t have the talent to stand up against someone like me, especially when that world title is on the line.

You spend so much of your time pointing out all my faults, and all the shit I do.. Like blocking your bitch ass on twitter. But why in the fuck does any of that matter? You think pointing that out makes me look like a bitch? Do you think pointing out the fact that I left the UGWC makes you look any better for being the irritating boil on the ass of this place for…however long you’ve been here? Hell no.

It doesn’t make me look bad.

It makes you look like a petty cunt.

But I guess you’re used to looking like that, huh? You’re used to being unwanted and unneeded. Because that’s exactly what you are, Rox. You make no difference here. Just because you have the world title doesn’t mean you’re a champion. Just because you held three belts at once and didn’t have the balls to defend ALL THREE of them doesn’t make you a champion. It makes you desperate to show everyone that you’re anything but the pile of garbage that you really are.

Zane fucking Scott was a triple champion and guess what, he’s triple the champion that you will EVER be. He defended those belts with pride, KNOWING that it was going to be hard. Of COURSE it is hard.

That’s what you sign up for when you challenge for championships. But you? You took the easy way out. You discarded those other two belts like they meant nothing in order to devote all of your attention to the one belt that you never deserved in the first place. And I bet that eats at you, doesn’t it?

It eats at you to know that no one believes that you could ever hold a candle to anyone that has held that belt before you.

And it’s about time I rectify that injustice by relieving you of that belt.

Fourth times a charm, right?

A storms coming, Roxy.. A storm bigger than any you’ve ever faced. You think you got what it takes to ‘Outlast’ some of the biggest names in the UGWC all at once? Of course you’re gonna say you’ve been there and done that and you have nothing to prove, right?

But let me let you in on a little secret.

As long as you hold that belt… You will ALWAYS have something to prove and up to this point? You ain’t proven shit, sweetie.. At least not in a positive light. You’re a fucking loser and you’re a detriment to that belt. But honestly, I think I’ve said that enough already and I’m almost certain everyone else is going to tell you the same exact thing… The only difference being is that most of them aren’t going to make it to the finals, and they’re not me.

Yeah, I’m awful high on myself but how can I not be. I’ve got a great team and in that team is three other people that are just as able as I am to beat your ever loving ass into oblivion and bring the UGWC out of the dark ages.

And that’s just looking at ONE team.

When you add in people like your buddy Sarah, who’s never made it to the finals.. Someone who’s been looking for that belt you hold so dear for SO fucking long… She’s hungry. And you can damn well bet that she’s not going to give a shit what you are to her when it comes down to winning that belt.

I’m not going to go through every single person that’s going to be here on Monday night, but I think you get the picture.

You’re fucked hun.

You’re fucked.

OOC: JC Used with Permission