Hi.

I’m Lucy; and I’m the woman who nearly won your UGWC World Championship when the OWF sent me and three of my closest friends to Outlast to show the lot of you up on your own turf.

Remember me?

Good.

Because I’m back…

…

…

And I’m here to fucking stay.

“On your headstone, there will be two dates. All that matters is that line in the middle.”

Lucy Wylde Presents:
“Revival”

Don’t get me wrong, it took me a few weeks to finally come to the conclusion that I couldn’t just give up this life.. the life of a wrestler. In case you all don’t remember, I’m good. I’m damned good. It took me a while to realize that life wasn’t actually over just because the OWF closed its doors, although I had finally settled in there. I had finally found my place, and it was home.

Not anymore.

But that’s okay. I’ll get over it, trust me. I’ll get over it quicker than you all realize, so you might as well not even bother trying to insult me by saying that I don’t belong here, or that I have a lot to prove now that I have to start over here within the confines of the UGWC.

Let’s get one thing straight right off the bat, Mmmkay?

I ain’t got shit to prove to any of you. What I need to prove, I have already proven when I walked into YOUR pay per view and nearly walked back to the OWF with YOUR highest prize. I saw you all biting your nails, wondering if someone… an Outsider for lack of a better word, was going to humiliate you in front of YOUR crowd, YOUR fans… and I would have loved to have delivered that devastation. I really would have.

But now, I get to try again and this time – I’m not going away.

So, why don’t we all just get along, huh?

Why don’t we all just become one big happy fucking family?

Too soon?

Thought so.

I know what you all really want me to talk about. You all want me to open up about how it felt to have the rug pulled up from under me. You want me to talk about how it feels to come in here, having been on a worldwide platform, the Network Champion of the OWF… how it feels to start over with nothing once again. You want me to elaborate on the broken heart in my chest, or the tears that slid down my cheeks when I found out my home was gone.

Yeah, I cried. I cried hard.

It hurt. It hurt to know that all the blood, sweat and tears that I spilled in that God damned OWF ring was for nothing. And that Network Title belt that I was left with.. doesn’t mean a fucking thing anymore. But what hurt the most? What pissed me off the most? The fact that the man I called ‘Boss’ couldn’t even answer his phone when I called. He left us all with a tweet and a voicemail message.

Now, you all will find this out about me rather quickly.. but I’m a stand up kind of woman. I won’t back down, and I sure as hell won’t bite my tongue. So you can guess why it bothers me so much that my former employer couldn’t be bothered to tell the people who hurt for him, who fucking BLED for him to their FACES that they were all losing their jobs.

But you know, that’s just my humble opinion. I just believe in a thing called respect. I believe in a thing called loyalty.

I also believe in this thing called Being the best, and well… I am.

Don’t believe me? It’s cool because come January 16th I’ll be showing all of you just who in the hell I am, and I’m going to leave the majority of you wishing that I’d just retired after the OWF closed because the rest of you are going to be living within our shadows and I assure you that that won’t be changing anytime soon.

Sorry, not sorry.

“On your headstone, there will be two dates. All that matters is that line in the middle.”

“Turning the Page”
Status: NOT RECORDING
Date: 12/29/16 Time: 04:33pm
Location: The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

“Hey, what are you doing?”

I hear his voice, but I don’t turn my head. I see him enter the room out of the corner of my eye, but my eyes remain trained on the second shelf in our home ‘office’, or whatever you call it. It’s not like we actually do any real office work in here anyway, it’s more so just an extra room in this old plantation house that we didn’t know what do to with.

He stops beside me, staring at the same shelf for a few seconds before a sigh breaks the silence within the room.

“Have you made a decision?”

A decision.

If only he knew how hard a decision it was for me to make.

The decision to follow him to the OWF in the first place, hiding under a mask, that decision was easy. It was also fueled by rage and hatred. The decision to reconcile with him… not as easy… but it was the right decision to make. The decision on whether to hang up my wrestling boots or find myself a new home that isn’t the OWF? I might as well be deciding between cookie dough ice cream and cookies and cream ice cream. It’s not a decision to be taken lightly.

“I don’t know… I just don’t know.”

In all seriousness… Sitting in that hotel room in Romania, three days removed from what would have been my third Network Title defense, reading and rereading that tweet; hoping that it was all an elaborate joke and that Chase Johnson was just pulling a fast one on us… that was hard enough.

And now? CJ’s heading to UGWC and I don’t know what to do. Do I follow him? Do I try to make the best of a shitty situation? Or do I give up and throw in the towel on my career for a second time? That second option leaves a really, really bad taste in my mouth, considering how far I’d come in the OWF and how much further I was ready to go.

I glance over at CJ for a split second, before my eyes dart back at that shelf. The shelf I just placed my OWF Network Championship on; and my heart hurts a little as I look over each little intricate detail, from the red leather strap to my name written daintily on the nameplate and I remember back to the night that Lorenzo DeMarco handed that belt to me after I beat him at Bloodbath. I remember shaking his hand, I remember the cheering crowd… But none of that matters now.

That belt sitting on that shelf right now is a symbol of something that is no longer.

That belt sitting on that shelf right now is my past. But what my future holds, I honestly don’t know.

I sigh, breaking eye contact with the belt and turn around, leaning heavily against the office chair that rests under the barely used desk.

“There was a point when I told myself that I’d give this up if something ever happened to the OWF. But now–”

“Now you’re not so sure.”

I nod my head.

“Then stop overthinking it.”

Stop overthinking it. Says the man who is so used to doing things without thinking that I wasn’t sure if he knew what overthinking was. The same man who left Poland against doctors orders, not to mention the LAW and went back home without telling me. The same man who adopted a dying Japanese boy named Riko – without telling me. The same man who pretended to cheat on me so that…

And here I am overthinking again.

“It’s not that easy though. For you maybe.”

“It wasn’t an easy decision for me.”

That statement makes me wonder… of all the decisions he’s made in this last year – year and a half… were they easy? Did he actually take time to think about it? Did he consider the implications of his actions? My gut tells me no… only because the majority of those times I was the one being hurt by his actions.

“Okay, babe. I’m sure it wasn’t.”

I hope my sarcasm isn’t too obvious.

But then again, part of me hopes it was.

I’m still a little sore at him for leaving the country without me knowing, especially after what happened that put him into that hospital to begin with. I found my way out of that arena; to find those two beating the absolute piss out of my husband. They left him a bloody, nearly unrecognizable mess. They nearly killed him. Suffice it to say he was in no condition to do much of anything, especially travel – so when I got that text message saying that he was heading home… I was incensed. He’d defied the doctors at every turn, and in defying them, he defied me too. They nearly took him from me, they nearly got what they wanted, a world without CJ Wylde in it – but did he think about that before somehow breaking himself out of the hospital?

I was in the Ukraine, getting ready for Addiction – Not really wanting to leave his bedside, but I had to. Not only did I have interviews and Championship obligations that the OWF held me to; I had to go find the men who did this. Angel and Redemption. I had to show them that their actions had consequences, and that I was going to be their executioner… even though CJ didn’t want me to. But when he told me that he was no longer at the hospital; suddenly I didn’t really give two fucks what he wanted.

I didn’t mind staying across the world from him by myself; I didn’t really mind it because I spent nearly a year by myself before CJ and I reconciled our differences. Being alone doesn’t bother me… it’s the blatant disregard for how I feel. It’s the seemingly uncaring nature with which he does the things he does.

“I thought about retiring after you called me that day to tell me that the OWF had closed. I thought maybe it was a sign. But I just couldn’t do it.”

I know that feeling all too well.

“I don’t want it to be the end. We both have worked so hard and accomplished so much just to have the rug pulled out from under us.”

“I wouldn’t call losing to Jesse Williams–”

“Shut up CJ.”

I don’t even say anything else as I scoot around the desk and leave the room. I can’t stand when he talks like that; and it’s not the first time it’s been like this either. He had no qualms about going around and telling other people that it was me who deserved the shot at the World Champ, or that I was the more talented of the two Wyldes. I never look at my husband and think ‘I am so much more talented then him… I am in a different ballpark, a different galaxy than him. What a loser that CJ Wylde is.’ Throughout our careers, I’ve always seen us a equals. Hell, CJ trained me. He taught me everything I know about this world, so really… if you really think about it, my success is because of him.

I owe him so much.

I get into the hallway, stop and turn around to glance back at him still standing behind the desk. Those auburn eyes always have a way of drawing the anger out of me, no matter how spiteful or bitter I feel… especially at him. Those eyes do it for me every time. I can feel my resolve softening, even if only slightly the more I stare at him.

“Do you want me to apply to UGWC?”

Suddenly that straight face he was sporting turns into a toothy grin.

“Of course I do. There is no Lethal Attraction without the Attraction part.”

My face turns a few shades of pink and I laugh as I come back towards the room, leaning against the door frame, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I always thought that I was the Lethal part.”

He rounds the desk, and within a few seconds he’s standing in front of me, staring down into my eyes. He kisses me softly on my forehead and pulls me into his arms.

“Gotta let me have something, Luce.”

I chuckle into his chest.

“Fine. I suppose I’ll let you have Lethal.”

There’s a quick pause, and I can practically feel his brain working as we stand in this embrace. That’s CJ Wylde for you.

“So…”

I pull away from him and look up into his eyes once more, my right hand finding its way to the side of his face, running my thumb along his soft cheek trying to avoid the still healing cuts from his ordeal with Angel and Redemption. Those permanent reminders of what those two wanted to take from both of us, but they couldn’t get the job done – proving even more that there’s still quite a bit of fight in the both of us.

“So?”

“Does this mean that you’re going to do it?”

I want to tell him yes.

I’m begging my brain to let me say yes, but there’s still a part of me that doesn’t want to start all over again. There’s a part of me that’s begging as hard, if not harder for me to just stay here like we did all those years ago when we retired together from the business and got married, bought this house and started a ‘normal’ life together.

I love being home, I’ve missed it while CJ and I have been out gallivanting the globe, becoming two of the biggest names in the OWF. This old plantation home was scheduled to be demolished when CJ and I found it. It spoke to us, or maybe that was just the ghosts trying to convince us to stop the inevitable. And we did. We couldn’t bear to see a beautiful piece of history simply be torn down, so we bought it. We fixed it. We made it our own… and the ghosts that roam these hallways, they thank us in their own way – moving things, walking around the house at night making a ruckus, or my personal favorite; talking to us while we’re trying to sleep. Some find it creepy and downright unbelievable that things like that happen around here.. I find it comforting.

So to want to leave here all over again, and go traveling… I don’t know if it appeals to me anymore… even though I know that that’s not true. It’s almost like CJ and I were always meant to be in this world.. no matter how much we thought otherwise.

“I don’t know.”

“On your headstone, there will be two dates. All that matters is that line in the middle.”

“New beginnings, here I come”
Status: NOT RECORDING
Date: 01/01/17 Time: 12:21pm
Location: The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

It only took me weeks to feel this feeling of relief wash over me as I sit out here on the front porch, staring at my own tweet. Staring at the declaration of a decision that I’ve finally made. A decision that, if I’m being honest, had been made weeks ago… I just didn’t want to accept it.

CJ and I just got home from Chicago where I got to see my friend Joe finally win the OWF World Heavyweight Championship. It was oddly satisfying to watch Jesse and Joe fight each other over the OWF’s biggest prize in a place that wasn’t the OWF. But at the same time, it was extremely saddening to watch. As the weeks roll past, and the wounds heal up.. there are just certain moments when something rips at it enough to make it start bleeding all over again.

But I didn’t let that hamper me in the slightest when I finally got to see my friend early this morning, I wasn’t going to let my hurt dampen the smile upon his tired face; although I could sense a bit of hurt deep down beneath his eyes as he held that long coveted prize in his arms.

He deserved it.

He earned it.

It’s just a pity that it came after the OWF died because he deserved to have had the chance at it while we both still had a home.

But despite of that fact; I smiled, I hugged him and I told him that he’d do that belt proud. I was truly proud of him, I was truly proud of the fact that he finally got what he wanted… even though in my mind; that belt now means just as much as the Network Championship that I have laying out on that second shelf in our office upstairs.

Nothing.

But that’s honestly not our fault. We were all just in the right place at exactly the wrong time. The OWF was the right place for us, that much is obvious because if we didn’t care, then we all wouldn’t still be reeling from the news. It’s just our timing was off… Or was it?

The more I sit here and think about it, the more I realize that had I not have been there for the last year; I wouldn’t have met the people I have – which in some cases definitely isn’t a bad thing… Moxie…. But in other cases, I’d be missing out on friendships that I couldn’t imagine being without… Joe, Cassidy, Amy… Not to mention my husband. I’d still hate him right now if I’d avoided the OWF.. I’d still be the angry, bitter woman who spent all that time in solitude…

And without my impeccable timing; I wouldn’t have recaptured what I perceived as my long forgotten glory. It’s just… None of us expected it to end so soon. None of us expected it to end at all.

How childish. How Naive.

But it was in that moment, seeing JC in all his glory, that I realized that I didn’t want to give up. It was in that moment that I realized that Lucy Wylde wasn’t done, not by a long shot.

“Hey, you coming in?”

His voice startles me. I guess I must have been so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t hear him open the front door, which is odd because that door squeaks like a son of a bitch. I nod and smile at him, patting the seat next to me.

“Yeah, but I wanted to tell you something first.”

He gives me a befuddled look before coming to sit beside me. Obviously in our past when one of us says something like that.. it doesn’t end well. I chuckle softly and lean into him, putting my hand on his.

“It’s nothing bad… I promise.”

The look of relief on his face was pretty amusing.

“Good. So what’s up?”

My eyes flicker out towards the woods that surround our home. For two people who have lived years upon years in the spotlight, we couldn’t have picked a home that was anymore out of the limelight than this little slice of heaven – and I’ll miss it when we have to go.. but that’s the best thing about this place, that it isn’t going anywhere. It’ll always be here when we need a comfortable place to land.

“You’re not going to UGWC by yourself.”

“On your headstone, there will be two dates. All that matters is that line in the middle.”

So, Dave… Jason? I sure hope you’re ready for the ass-kicking of your life come Sunday because you’re not only up against CJ Wylde and Lucy Wylde… you’re going up against Lethal Attraction. You’re going up against two people who when we’re apart, we’re nearly unbeatable… but when we’re together, well, lets just say they’re going to be carting your body parts out of the arena in separate bags.

Surely I jest, right?

Surely I can’t possibly be telling you two that my husband and I intend on disemboweling you and your partner. Surely not.

You’re right. I don’t want to get too dirty. I’ll just settle with embarrassing you two in the center of that ring and showing everyone in the crowd, everyone in the back and everyone who is going to be signing our paychecks that we both mean business. Sure, we come from a now dead OWF… and I’m certain there’s a certain stigma that comes with that. Does that make you scared of us? Does that make you wish that you’d of never been put into this match?

God, I hope so.

Because we’ve spent a long time wrestling the very best this business has to offer. How do YOU TWO measure up to talents like Jesse Williams, or Redemption… Well, I guess we’re going to find out for ourselves very soon, and I sure do hope you two do pose some kind of a threat. You see, I’m a woman who loves earning what I have. I love a challenge. I love the possibility of being beaten.

It makes victory that much sweeter.

I’ve been saying it for days now, but I’ll say it again. Look out UGWC… I don’t truly think you all know what you’ve gotten yourselves into. But I’m looking forward to it.

See you soon.