Date September 17th 1938 / Time 09:00 Hours / Status Waiting
Location Mokra, Poland

War is hell.

I feel like I’ve been over here for years. Hell, maybe I have been and I just don’t realize it. I’ve been finding it hard to tell one day from the next. I can barely string together a few house without gunfire or screaming. To say it’s nerve wracking is an understatement. To say I’m surprised that I’m still alive… that’s even moreso. To say that I’ve been here long enough that I’m being transferred to another unit…

Well since my current one got blown all to hell in the last attack, I guess it’s not really that hard to believe.

I’m tired. I just want to go home. I just want to kill this evil bastard and move the hell on with my life. I want to take all his power and watch him fall, watch him fall down into the devastation that he’s caused here.

“Lieutenant.”

I turn around to see Colonel Hastings standing there, his arms crossed over his chest. A strong man, beaten down by the war around us – much like everyone I’ve come in contact with lately. This war has drug on and drug on until many of us are on the brink of doing something we’ll regret… Some of us are already past that point…

I stand up and salute.

“Colonel. I wasn’t expecting you for another couple of hours.”

“Well, things are getting worse near Berlin and frankly Lieutenant, we need someone with your expertise out there. I sense one hell of a battle brewing out there, especially with the big man there himself for some kind of festival or whatever they call it in German.”

I nod my head.

“Understood, sir. I’ll be ready in a few minutes. I.. Just need to gather a few things.”

“A few minutes.”

I watch the Colonel walk back to his jeep for a moment or two before turning my attention behind me. I grab my bag and start shoving everything I can into it – guns, ammo, boots… Other things that I managed to salvage from the pieces of this unit.

I honestly start to feel a little choked up at the prospect of leaving here.. Leaving them.. Buried and alone in this unfamiliar land. I glance out at their makeshift graves, each of them dug by me. Each person placed with care by me. Every grave marker carved and personalized by me.

My friends. My comrades. I may not have liked all of them, but they did their job day in and day out. They fought for what they believed in, no matter how hard it was.

As I’m finishing up with my bag, I drape it over my shoulder and move towards the graves. Time to say ‘Goodbye’ I suppose.

“Fuck…”

I mutter, kneeling down in front of them, trying to hold back the tears as I read each and every one of the markers, remembering things about each and every person that lay beneath.

Many of them I never truly got the chance to know. Many of them came to us much like I’m about to go to my new unit. Bloody, beaten, alone.. But somehow we all integrated into one entity and we fought long and hard towards our goal.. How unfair it is that I became the lone survivor of what used to be one of the most talented group of soldiers that I’d ever seen. But when it came to talent and knowledge.. Three of these men truly stood out to me. The three men I’d met the first night I was here.

“They were good men.”

Colonel Hasting’s voice startles me as he steps in beside me. I stand up quickly, adjusting the bag on my shoulder.

“My apologies, sir. I must have lost track of the–”

“What did you all call yourselves again?”

At first I’m a bit taken aback by the question. I didn’t realize that he’d known that.. Or even cared, really. I look up at him and back at the graves, feeling my chest tighten with a combination of guilt and pride.

“The Outsiders, sir.”

He nods his head.

“That’s it. I apologize for your losses, Lieutenant.”

“T-Thank you, sir. They were great men and even better soldiers. They’d still be here if I hadn’t…”

“I know. But it’s time to move on, soldier. There’s still a fight to be fought and you can’t spend forever wallowing in whatever it is that you’re feeling. It’s time to move out. Do you have everything you need?”

I straighten up and pull my gaze from the graves, nodding my head.

“Yes sir.”

“Then let’s get going. Your new unit is anxious to meet someone with your expertise, Lieutenant Wylde.”

 

Date September 17th 1938 / Time 10:40 Hours / Status En Route
Location Just outside of Wroclaw, Poland

“Corporal Larry, keep this damn jeep on the road, if you don’t mind. I’d like us to make it there in one piece.”

“Sorry, Colonel.. These roads are terribly rough.”

Rough isn’t even the word for it.

Between the potholes and the constant dodging of mortar fire… I’m beginning to think that we aren’t even going to make it to Berlin. This is better than being by myself though, surrounded by corpses. Not by much.

After a few moments, Colonel Hastings turns in the passenger seat and glances back at me.

“Tell me Lieutenant.. Are you ready for this new assignment?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, sir. May I ask you, whatever happened to Colonel Johnson?”

Hasting’s face softens a bit as he sighs and takes off his hat.

“Colonel Chase Johnson, he was in charge of your unit, wasn’t he? At least in the beginning… Well, he’s MIA. We aren’t sure if he’s alive or dead. After the battle of Dresden, he never reported in.”

I lean back in the seat and try to comprehend what the Colonel is telling me. After everyone was killed, I held out hope that at least Colonel Johnson made it through unscathed. One last ‘Outsider’, like me.. But now I know that I really am the last of a dying breed.. Or an already dead breed, so it seems.

It shouldn’t surprise me. I shouldn’t be feeling the power of this loss, not after I’ve already lost everyone else that I was familiar with, but I do. The gravity of it hits me all at once.

“You okay, soldier?”

I nod my head.

“Fine, sir. I guess… I just wasn’t expecting that news today.”

“I understand that feeling all too well, Lieutenant. The losses are mounting. If we don’t remove the führer from power soon – I’m afraid that none of us will make it back home.”

He’s right. If we don’t end the reign of that madman, all of this will have been in vain. All of the hurt and suffering will have been for nothing.

I reach down and grab the dog tags from my chest, staring at them.

“We aren’t going to let that happen, sir.”

“I don’t want to hear anything about any shenanigans from you like I heard before, are we clear on that, soldier?  I want you to do what you’re told to do and nothing more.  Understood?”

My eyes widen as I continue staring down at those dog tags, not all of which are my own. I shake my head as I finally come to look back at the Colonel.

“Absolutely not sir. I won’t be responsible for any more casualties on our side.”

No more bloodshed will be because of my stupid choices. No more people under my watch will have to worry about me doing something idiotic, trying to gain advantages that aren’t there.

“Good to hear.”

 

Date September 17th 1938 / Time 13:40 Hours / Status Arriving
Location Berlin, Germany

“Welcome… to the Coalition, Lieutenant Wylde.”

Hastings says as we come to a stop in front of a few makeshift tents surrounded by people. Some of them checking ammo, some of them talking and glancing over in my direction. It makes me uncomfortable, it makes me think they’re talking about me. Of course, they probably are – I assume my reputation precedes me.

But regardless, it feels good to be in a camp filled with life. It feels good to be around people again.

As we climb from the jeep, another man comes up to the Colonel, his short hair and intense eyes are hard to ignore as I try to keep myself from eavesdropping on their conversation.

“Colonel. I’m glad to see you back in one piece.”

“Captain Scott. I’m glad to see you haven’t taken everyone into battle in my absence.”

The two men chuckle and shake hands. The other man turns his gaze upon me and immediately I do my best to look like I’m fixing my bag, although I’m pretty damn certain that he knows I was watching them… or rather, him.

“I see we got our new.. Recruit.”

Captain Scott says, motioning towards me. Hastings nods his head and begins walking in towards the center of the camp.

“I think she’s going to be a great help to us, Zane. Wait a minute.. What in the hell is that?!”

I hurry around the jeep, following the two men to see what the Colonel is referring to. The two men begin laughing as do the other soldiers around them as Hastings sees a lifesize cutout of himself, standing at attention in front of what I presume is the Colonels private quarters.

“I told you that I was taking you into battle with me, no matter what. Isn’t it great? I’ve been calling him Colonel Hasteboard. Best addition to my team in ages.”

Hastings shakes his head and moves past the ‘other’ him and into his quarters.

“Just lovely. Listen, Captain – Show Lieutenant Wylde to her unit, will ya?”

Before Captain Scott can respond, the flap to the Colonels tent is shut, blocking out any potential denial. Sighing, Captain Scott turns around to face me and quickly I realize that while he and the Colonel share a ‘friendship’, I shouldn’t expect the same from him.

“So you’re Lucy Wylde, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I extend my hand to him.

“And I’ve heard nothing about you… but it’s nice to meet you, Captain.”

He hesitates for a moment before reaching out and shaking my hand.

“I run one of the units around here. Got myself the best damn team I could have.”

He points behind him to a pair of people, one man with short blonde hair and a small woman with the lightest hair I’d ever seen. The woman rises to her feet and moves around, and I notice a pronounced limp. The best team he could have?

“That there’s Sergeant Durden and Sergeant Lacklan. Two of the best fighters around here.”

I nod my head.

“Is.. Is she okay?”

“She got herself captured by the enemy a few months back. They broke one of her legs and left her to die.. Luckily for us, they weren’t guarding her too well so I was able to get in there and get her out, though by that time her leg had all but healed the wrong way. She might not get around as well as the rest of us, but I guaran-damn-tee you that she can outfight you any day of the week.”

I turn my attention back to the man, looming over me and I shake my head.

“Listen, I don’t want any trouble, sir.”

“We’ve heard the stories, Lieutenant.”

The way he emphasizes my rank sends chills down my spine. I already knew coming in here that there were going to be some predetermined opinions about me and what happened over in Poland. Shit sure gets around quickly on battlefields.

“We know why you’re not Captain Wylde anymore and I’ll be honest with you, I was against you coming here to begin with but since you’re here I guess you’ve got a lot to prove, soldier.”

I open my mouth to spit fire at him for his attitude, but I stop myself. I can’t do this. Not again. I can’t alienate the first people I’ve come in contact with for weeks… or months.. I don’t even know anymore. No matter how he, or anyone of these other people feel about me and what I’ve done, I know that I’ve just gotta work double time to make sure they all know that I’m ready to do my damn job and that’s it.

“Understood.”

A cocky smirk comes across his lips as he turns and directs me through the camp.

“That over there is Captain Vaughn and her team.. And over there is Captain Necron and his.”

He points from one side to the other as I try to follow. On one side I see a petite blonde, not too dissimilar looking from the blonde I saw earlier… Lacklan I think it was… and around her stands a group of three, all four of them looking down at a map of some kind. On the other side I see a large man, tall and off-putting – the team around him, however look absolutely uninterested in being anywhere near him.

Can’t say that I blame them. He doesn’t look very friendly.

“Well, well… What do we have here…”

I hear Captain Scott sigh and when I turn around I see a man and a woman standing before us, both of them with grins on their faces as they look me up and down.

“Looks like we’ve got an ‘Outsider’ in our midst, wouldn’t you agree, Gabriel?”

“Lieutenant Wylde, this is–”

Captain Scott is cut off by the man as he steps forward, getting uncomfortably close to me.

“Captain Baal. And this is Captain Morgan.”

Baal chuckles and Morgan slaps him on the arm.

“It wasn’t funny the first time you said it, and it’s not funny now.”

Something about these two, I can’t put my finger on it, but I don’t like it. They look like people who’d be willing to do anything to get what they want. Maybe I’m wrong though.

“Sure it is, love. But we’re being rude to our newest ally, aren’t we? Nice to meet you Miss Wylde. Your reputation certainly precedes you.”

Captain Baal extends his hand to me and I take it, albeit hesitantly.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

I reply politely, garnering a snort of laughter from Captain Morgan behind him.

“Isn’t that sweet? If I were a betting gal, I’d think that she had a bit of a crush on you.. Or perhaps she’s just tired of listening to Zane drone on and on about his amazing team and how they’re going to win this battle for us…”

Captain Scott stiffens up beside me. I can tell he doesn’t like these two either.

“I’d like to see how Sergeant Cazadore and Sergeant MacLean are going to fare, especially after what happened before.”

Morgan steps forward, the smile gone from her lips as she gets face to face with Scott.

“And I’d like to know how Limpy and.. Lucky is it? How are they going to do anything when they’re both run off again and hiding.”

“The cutout, that must be his secret, Eden. It must be a secret weapon in of itself.”

Captain Scott makes a move towards the other two Captains, but I step between them.

“Hey, I.. Shouldn’t we be saving the fighting for the enemy?”

“Sometimes I don’t know whether they’re our ally or our biggest enemy…”

Captain Scott replies before scoffing and turning away – heading back towards his team. So much for showing me to my unit, I guess. Now I’m stuck here with these–

“So where was Captain Scott taking you?”

I turn back to see Captain Baal staring at me intensely.

“He was supposed to take me to my new unit…”

“Well seeing that he’s disposed at the moment, I’m sure we can get you there.”

I shake my head.

“I’m sure I can find my way, thanks though.”

Both of them feign shock and disappointment.

“Don’t tell me that you actually believe what that tool is saying? We’re so obviously on your side. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but..”

Captain Morgan leans in towards me, whispering.

“We appreciate what you did back in Poland and we don’t think you should have been stripped of your rank for it either. Blasphemy, if you ask me.”

“Absolute blasphemy. I tried to talk to Colonel Hastings, tried getting you on our squad…”

“But like always, he’s deaf when it comes to anything besides Captain Scott.”

I nod my head slowly.

“Right.. Well I’m not too familiar with anything yet.. But I appreciate your candor, sirs. I’d much like to find my team and get settled in before.. Well before we head out.”

The two of them nod their heads and motion for me to follow them.

“Right this way. I’ve got to warn you though, your Captain is kind of…”

“Green.”

“Right. Green. That’s totally what I meant to say.”

Green? I’m not even sure what that actually means, but if I ever get there, I’m sure I’ll end up seeing for myself. The more we walk, the more nervous I get. The more nervous I get, the more I wonder if I should have just let myself get slaughtered with the rest of my other unit… Then I wouldn’t be dealing with all of this right now.

That’s the cowards way, Lucy. You know this.

I know.. I know..

“And here we are…”

Captain Morgan says, pointing to three people seated around a small fire. One of the people, a small woman with very light hair stands up and walks over towards us.

“Is this..”

“Lieutenant Lucy Wylde.”

I salute her and she smiles.

“Captain Mizore Payne. It’s really a pleasure to meet you.”

“We’ll leave you to it then… Good Luck…”

Captain Baal says before he and Captain Morgan walk off, talking and giggling as they do. I watch them for a few more moments before I turn back to Captain Payne and I nod my head, reaching out for her already extended hand and shaking it.

“It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Captain Payne turns around and the other two people in the group stand up.

“This is Sergeant Raab.”

She says, pointing to a man who honestly, looks too damn nice to be sitting here covered in mud and God knows what else. The man nods in my direction and I return the favor.

“And this.. This is Sergeant Dynamo.”

The dark haired woman moves forward and shakes my hand as well.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Lieutenant. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

I can’t help but roll my eyes.

“All of it horrible, I presume.”

“Not at all. I mean, sure.. We’ve heard stories about how you–”

Before Sergeant Dynamo can finish, Captain Payne interjects.

“We obviously know who you are, Lucy.. May I call you Lucy?”

I nod my head.

“We know who you are and we know what you can bring to this battle, and that is what I wanted you on my team. I know with you, we can get it done. We can finally take Führer Wallace down and get back to our lives at home.”

“Well that’s the plan. Say, where can I put my bags?”

 

Date September 22nd 1938 / Time 20:51 Hours / Status Planning
Location Berlin, Germany

I throw myself down on top of the blankets within the tent, my mind a whir of orders, coordinates and everything else that Colonel Hastings had told us during our briefing today. I met all the other Captains, Captain Lockheart, Captain Vaughn and Captain Necron… and got familiar with everyone on their respective teams. To say I saw a variety of feelings and thoughts about my presence here is an understatement.

There’s so much to take in and here in the Coalition, they do things differently than we did where we were. Of course, that was a different time, and different people.. But it’s overwhelming to say the least.

I spent most of today listening and trying to ignore the sideways glances I was getting from everyone.

They wanted me here for my expertise. They wanted me here because I’m willing to do things that a lot of other people aren’t. Or maybe it’s because I was the one of a few that got into Führer Wallaces camp, one of the few that got close enough to the man to put a bullet through his skull… that was until the rest of my team found us. That was until the Führer’s guards heard their footsteps…

Until all but a few of us ended up dead inside enemy territory.

All except myself and the three men that I’d come to trust with my life over here. The three men that trusted my decision to sneak into the camp, and followed me without question…

I pull out the dog tags again and look at them.

Captain Charles Wylde.

Captain LoRenzo DeMarco.

Captain Drake ‘Monte’ Munday.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Captain Payne’s voice jarrs me from my thoughts and I glance across the tent at her and the rest of her team, sighing as I sit up and let the dog tags fall back down on my chest.

“Just thinking about the people I left back in Poland.”

“What happened over there anyway?”

Sergeant Dynamo asks, sitting down in front of me. If I haven’t found out much about these three people in the last four or so days, I at least know that Sergeant Dynamo.. Or Kem as she keeps insisting I call her, is nosy as fuck. Can’t really blame her though. I really can’t blame anyone within this Coalition camp for being curious or being put off by my presence here.

“Kem! Maybe she doesn’t want to–”

“It’s fine. It’s about time I talk about it.”

Mizore and Konrad come to sit down as well as I try to put this all together in my head.

“Of course, I really don’t know what to say. I got the majority of my unit killed. I lost my rank because of it. I had intel that the Führer was going to be in the area, and I told everyone that it was too good of an opportunity to pass up but no one agreed. Everyone told me that it was too big of a risk. I should have listened.”

I stop and shake my head.

“But I didn’t. I convinced the three other captains that I was right and we went.”

“Just the four of you?”

I nod my head.

“Yeah. We got there, we got to the camp after nightfall and Wallace was in our sights. We almost ended this war right then and there… Until the rest of our unit caught up with us.. That’s when things went south.”

Mizore nods her head and looks around the tent.

“I heard that nearly everyone was slaughtered when the guards ambushed you all.”

“Yeah… Somehow only the four of us made it out. I’ll never understand how Chuck, Monte, Renzo, and I got back to our camp. But we did. What we didn’t realize is that a couple of Wallaces soldiers tailed us back..”

“No…”

I close my eyes hard and nod, trying not to cry in front of them.

“Yes. Bastards got all of us. Only got me in the arm, but I dropped and played possum until they left. Once they were gone, I got up and checked on everyone else.. But no one was left. My three closest friends.. Gone. And all of it was my fault. When headquarters heard about it, I was stripped of my rank and left in the camp to clean up.. I thought I was honestly never going to get out of there.. Until Colonel Hastings informed me that I was wanted for assignment here.”

A pregnant silence settles inside the tent. Mizore looks away from me, her mind obviously running a mile a minute with the knowledge I’d just bestowed upon her. Kem and Konrad just keep staring at me. It makes me uncomfortable.

Finally Konrad speaks up.

“It was too much of a risk.”

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. That’s the same thing I’ve been thinking since all of that happened. Too much. I asked for too much and I was too blinded by ending this God awful war that I was willing to put myself and everyone I cared about at risk…

“I know! I know it was! But in this day and age, you have to slit their throats before they slit yours. You can’t afford to play nice around here. This is war, Konrad and I know I don’t know you very well, but you seem too damn nice to be out here doing what you’re doing. It’s a dog eat dog out there and if you don’t kill first then you’re going to get killed.”

Konrad sets his jaw and looks away.

“You’d know that all too well, Lucy.”

“Yeah, I do. And don’t think that I don’t spend every waking second regretting my decision… but it was MY decision and if I’d of killed that bastard we wouldn’t be having this talk. It’s because I failed, that’s why we’re even STILL here! I made a mistake. But I’m here now and if you don’t want to work with me, I understand but that’s not gonna change the fact that I’m here and I’m not going anywhere until we end this God damned war.”

“Well you do have more knowledge of it than we do..”

I scoff.

“What good that knowledge does. Listen, you all need to hear me… This isn’t a game of charades. We’re going to be going in there in a few days and we’re going to fight… some of us are going to die… and I damn well hope it’s not any of us. Mizore.. I notice that you’re almost scared to be the captain around here… But you ARE a captain, so you need to act like it! You need to be decisive and put your foot down! I can’t do your job for you. I had my chance, and I fucked it up.”

Mizore’s eyes widen.

“I–”

“We all need to work together if we hope to make it out alive. There are choices to be made and there’s always the chance that they’ll be the wrong choices but that’s life. I’m a living, breathing representation of a wrong decision… but you can’t let that derail you. The enemy will take advantage of that in a heartbeat.”

With that, I lay back down and roll away from them.

I’m done talking for today.

 

Date September 24th 1938 / Time 18:00 Hours / Status Ready
Location Berlin, Germany

Today is the day.

We’ve all been anxiously waiting around for the Colonel’s orders to ship out and they just came in a few moments ago. The moment we’ve been training, waiting, dreading… wishing for… It’s here.

Everyone stands at attention with their respective units and we all look out into the dusk at what we know is the German high-command, where Führer Wallace is at this very moment.. Where he’s happily enjoying his evening, reminiscing about the horrible things he’s done, and planning the next horrific act that he wants to commit on this world.

Little does he know that he’s not going to get the chance.

Not once we get there…

He won’t Outlast the Coalition.

I’ll make sure of that.

 

Outlast has gotta be my favorite time of the year.

A lot of you will remember this, but nearly two years ago I made my UGWC debut at Outlast. Times were different back then, weren’t they?

OWF was still a thing – as a matter of fact, that’s who I was representing at Outlast 2016. Let’s see… Team OWF went up against Team Pierce in the first round that night and I was the last one standing. Remember that one Chaos?

Heh.

You wanted to teach me a few things.. wanted to show me what UGWC was all about, wanted to prove that us ‘Outsiders’ couldn’t cut it in the Coalition. Things went kinda rough for you, didn’t it?

An Outsider, in the finals at Outlast. Fucking crazy, right?

Unfortunately for those of us that made it to the main event… Travis Roberts retained his world title. Something that doesn’t happen too often at Outlast..

I mean, remember last year, Gabriel? You know, when Rogan took your world title after–

…

Ooops. My bad.

But there is one bright spot about that night I debuted here two years ago… I pinned Jet Somers in the finals after he cashed in his global dollars for a shot at the world title. The first of many times I’ve beaten you since then, eh Jet?

Fun times…

Anyway. This year. Outlast. Here we are again. Like I said, this has gotta be my favorite time of the year. One night. Everyone in the company gets their shot at walking out with the big prize. Anyone could walk out with the World title. Anyone could shock the world and knock Vain off of that throne he’s put himself up on.

Don’t worry Vain, we’ll talk later.

But for now, I have quite a few things to say.

Two Outlasts. Two visits to the finals. I gotta say I’ve done a pretty damn good job of becoming someone that’s synonymous with the Outlast finals. Just like Sarah Lacklan is with subtweets, or Gabriel Baal is with creepiness.

Eden Morgan with shopping?

Kenzi Grey with indecision?

Necron and Dismembered body parts?

Are any of these hitting their mark or am I overshooting here?

Anyone?

I know I’m far from the best wrestler that UGWC has ever seen, but an argument can be made that I’m up there with them. I know what I’m capable of folks and I know that it takes a lot of skill and talent to make it through a night like Outlast and come out anywhere near the top. I may not have come out of Outlast as the World Champion, but there’s still this year. There’s still this match against Team ‘Lucy has beaten all of us at least once, plus Lucky and a cardboard cutout of Donovan Hastings’… Unless the real Donny decides to make an appearance..

Then we’re all fucked.

Kidding. I’m kidding.

I’ve got nothing but respect for the team that’s opposing us in the first round. Zane Scott, he who I took the World title from at No Holds Barred. The man who’s made it his life mission to get that belt back since the moment he lost it. He who does not have a very good record against yours truly. Sorry Zane, but facts are facts, hun. That doesn’t negate the fact that you’re one of the best wrestlers in the UGWC – and to add to that flattery, you’re so obviously Donovan Hastings favorite wrestler. I mean come on, wouldn’t we all want to be the bosses golden boy?

Anyone?

Err.. Well anyway Zane, I respect the fuck out of you. I hope you know that. I don’t take you lightly when I know that you’re gonna be standing across the ring from me. You and I have gone at each other more than I ever cared to face one person over and over again… the only exception being your teammate.

Hi Sarah. So we meet again. This doesn’t feel like the fucking millionth time we’ve fought or anything. Except this time there’s no Cross-Hemisphere championship for you to get repeated shots at until you finally beat me for it.

Damn shame isn’t it? You finally won that belt from me only to have to give it up not too long after. I’m not making light of your kidnapping and subsequent injuries… but I am calling it ironic. And it’s even more ironic that you come back after however long it was and you call me a thief for winning back MY belt fair and square when you weren’t around to ‘defend’ it. It’s funny how you honestly believe the world should revolve around you, Sar. It’s hilarious that since coming back you haven’t gone anywhere near the Cross-Hemisphere Championship… stage fright? Can’t ride your wife’s Wrestlestock Cup win to do it? You poor thing. I feel soooo bad for you, Sarah. Really. I do.

I feel bad that you claim to want relevancy yet you’re the most irrelevant wrestler in the UGWC today. You can’t accept that your time has passed. The era of Sarah ‘The Firestarter’ Lacklan was crippled along with the rest of you. You lash out and subtweet anyone and everyone that doesn’t follow your precise vision of what this industry should be – yet you can’t be bothered to practice what you preach.

Sure, you promote your little ass off. You brought your little ass kissing posse to the UGWC to do what exactly? Annoy us all to death? I mean Jesus Christ Sarah. Take a goddamned look in the mirror before you chastise any of us for what we do in our own lives or with our own careers. You do a lot for the UGWC, no one can ever doubt that but to tell the rest of us that we don’t? Come the fuck on.

You can’t call others boring when you’re the biggest yawn-fest out there hun. You can’t call others idiots when you’re out there sending fucking pigeons with messages or having a ‘legion’ of interns tweeting for you. You are the pot and you’re calling the rest of us black and it’s pitiful.

I’m sure you’ll have plenty to say back to my little ‘promotional video’ and that’s fine. Run your mouth to your little heart’s content, Sarah. Dictate a couple hundred tweets until your little interns fingers cramp up. Please. Because there’s honestly nothing you could ever say to me that would make me respect you anymore than I already don’t.

As for you, Lucky? Welcome back.

I don’t really know much about you, hun. I guess I haven’t truly done my research, I’m sure I’ll be seeing a tweet about that sometime soon but fuck it. I’ve heard a lot about you, whether or not I’ve sat down and watched your match tapes. You’re obviously talented. I mean, let’s be honest, Zane wouldn’t have picked you for his team if you weren’t. He wants that world title and he only wants to surround himself with those who can help him get there.

Besides, a motorcycle gang? That’s fucking badass, man. Seriously.

Speaking of Badass….

How the fuck am I supposed to talk to a cardboard cutout?

Seriously?

I’m seriously hoping that this is all just a ‘clever’ ploy to make us think that we’re gonna have an easy time defeating Team Zane – BUT first off, it’s not that clever, boys. This isn’t our first interaction with Fauxovan Hasteboard, after all.

Part of me is hoping that an actual cardboard cutout is standing on the apron during the match, but that very same part of me is dreading the part of the match where one of us has to lower ourselves to the level of a five year old in order to eliminate said cardboard cutout.

The other part of me though is hoping that the real Donovan Hastings gets his ass out from behind his desk and puts his hat down in order to get his hands dirty out there with the rest of us. I kinda doubt it though. Kinda sucks because I’m 0 and one against Donovan and well I’d really like to, you know… beat his ass just once.

Heh.

I’m looking forward to seeing you all on Monday and I’m even more looking forward to helping my team make it to the finals.

Speaking of my team.. Guess I’d better say a little bit about them too, hmm?

I know on the surface, this team looks a bit like what I see Necrons team as… a bunch of unguided misfits with no prayer of getting to the finals. And I’ll be honest, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out what team I ended up on – but as I told Eden and Gabriel the other week, everyone had a team that they would have preferred to end up on. Shit didn’t end up the way I hoped and I’m here on team Payne with Mizore, Kem and Konrad.

All three of them are great wrestlers and people.

But I don’t think I need to say that I’ve got the most experience at Outlast, but it’s true. I know my teammates are looking to me for guidance heading into this pay per view but honestly, I didn’t have that when I came over here from the OWF. I had to figure this shit out myself and I turned out okay… so I know that Konrad, Kem and Mizore will wind up just fine, if not better for this experience.

I’m going to do my part. But whether she wants to hear it or not, Mizore needs to understand that the chances of all four of us making it through to the finals is next to nothing and I really hate to tell you Mizore – but as much as I appreciate your positive outlook, you gotta be real. You gotta understand the way this kind of shit works and it’s never going to work exactly the way you hope it will.

If that’s the way this works, then I should be the one defending my world championship against all of you. But the real world calls for a big dose of truth and that truth is that the four of us are gonna work together and we’re going to do the best damn job we can to get as many of us as we can to the finals. That’s the best we can do. And once we’re there… it’s every person for themselves and I won’t apologize for what I have to do to you.. Any of you in the finals.

The finals.

Hi Vain. Hope you didn’t think I forgot about you. Of course you didn’t. You couldn’t possibly fathom the thought of not being the center of everyone’s absolute attention. Of course that’s exactly what you are right now. Everyone’s gunning for you, Alan. Everyone wants what you have.. What you’ve disrespected and devalued since the moment you won it from me at Day of Reckoning.

I hoped you’d be the champion that the World title deserves. I had no real reason to believe that you wouldn’t be. I mean, you beat me for the Cross-Hemisphere championship in my final reign and in my eyes you held that title with honor and distinction. But here you are with both belts and you couldn’t be a bigger asshole if you tried.

Then again, we are talking about you and for some reason in the back of my mind I’m telling myself that I shouldn’t challenge you to out-asshole yourself because perhaps your asshole power has no limit.

I don’t know, Alan. I don’t know about you sometimes. You say you want the belts and I’ll be damned if you go out there and win them. You earn them yet now you’ve chosen to pussy your way out of your first Cross-Hemisphere title match with Jet? Do we have to look forward to more shenanigans when it comes to the Outlast finals? Or did Maggie and Jet take care of that pesky problem for us at the last Synergy?

Why don’t you do everyone a favor, Alan.. Why don’t you come out there and be the champion you should have been all along? And if you don’t feel up to that challenge, then why don’t you just lay those belts down and give them up because you sure as hell don’t deserve to keep holding them if you’re not going to continue earning the right to keep them defense after defense. You should know this better than just about anyone, and in doing what you’ve been doing.. You’re not only giving those belts a bad name, but you’re giving yourself one as well.

That’s a damn shame, Alan. I thought you were better than that. I thought you value yourself more than to make an absolute mockery of yourself. If that’s what you wanna do with your time though, then by all means… Keep ‘Dave Rydelling’ yourself… for sake of a better comparison… Keep playing games with the rest of us because I can guarantee you that we’re all tired of your shit already.

I know.. Very scary. Much threats.

But I’d take me seriously if I were you, Alan. Me and everyone else who’s coming for you and that belt that you’re not going to be holding for much longer. You’re playing a dangerous game and it’s going to get you hurt. If not by me, it’ll be one of these other hungry people that you keep waving that filet mignon in front of. Teasing. Playing.

We’re not playing.

I’m not playing.

This is Outlast. This is the night that you walk out with one less title belt than you walked in with. This is the night where the odds are stacked against you and while you may think that you can pull a Travis Roberts and walk out on top once again – I think you’re going to be surprised when one of your shoulders is a little chillier than the other.

The UGWC deserves a better class of champion…

And I’m gonna give it back to them.

 

OOC: I’m really proud of this RP. If you all couldn’t tell, I kinda revisited my very first RP for UGWC (Battleground UGWC)… I wanted to pay homage to my time here and how much this particular show means to me. If you haven’t taken a peek at my first RP, then you might not get some of the references that I make. Anyway, Enjoy and GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!! <3