Not to be a dick, and I know most of you are going to take this the wrong way.. But last year when I created the Monarchy of Anarchy tournament.. A tournament built around what Carnage Wrestling is best known for… That tough, bare knuckles, bloody… Ultraviolent wrestling… I wished that I could have been a part of it.

Ultraviolence is my thing, after all.

If you haven’t already noticed.

But alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Regardless, I was proud of what it turned out to be. I was damned proud to watch Amber Ryan fight and claw her way to win that first Monarchy of Anarchy tournament – edging out Amy Jo Smyth in one hell of a fight. I sat backstage and I watched them spill their blood for something that I believed in.. Something that I still do believe in.

Which brings me to this year and a special set of circumstances that bring me to be able to finally, finally be able to compete in this tournament… to show each and every one of you what I, Kyra… Johnson can bring to the Monarchy of Anarchy.  And trust me, this year I’ve got a lot of pent up shit to take out on the lot of you.

But this week, my journey begins with you, Jacob Cass. I hope you’re ready.

 

Date May 20th 2018 / Time 9:17AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Johnson Residence – Baltimore, Maryland

My eyes open the instant I hear Adina crying from the other room. Sitting up on the couch, I turn around to see Jay reclined behind me – his eyes still closed, his face peaceful as he continues to sleep. I brush my hair out of my face and climb to my feet, turning around to again look down at him.

I’d honestly forgotten he was here. I guess we fell asleep last night, watching movies.

I step over his legs and make my way to baby girls room, finding her exactly as I expected – Standing and screaming bloody murder in her crib.

A few minutes, a diaper change and a new bottle of milk later – We re enter the living room to find Jay, now awake and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glances over, doing a double take as I bring myself down into a chair adjacent to the couch, pulling Adina into my lap and giving her her bottle.

“Morning beautiful.”

“Hey.”

I reply, wondering how exactly I look right now, because let’s face it.. I’m no fucking goddess in the mornings, and considering I fell asleep on his shoulder last night – It might even be worse than I imagined.

“Guess we had an unexpected slumber party last night.”

He says smirking. I shrug my shoulders and look across the room at him.

“Well, don’t get used to it. I was tired as fuck… I don’t even remember what we watched, let alone falling asleep.”

It’s true, I don’t. Adina was sick most of the day yesterday, and that combined with the weather… It played hell with my, well, my everything. I let him come over last night because he’d said he missed me.. And well that was kind of sweet. Not ‘here, stay over in my house’ sweet.. But sweet nonetheless.

I’d fully expected to kick him out after a few movies or so.. And go back to my bedroom, but I guess I surprised myself when I woke up this morning and he was still here. Probably a good thing though that I didn’t kick him out… As drunk as he was.

Ugh. Just what I need though, another man who can’t lay off the booze and drugs. I don’t need that kind of shit in my life, mine or Adinas.

It’s not that I don’t like him. He’s handsome, he’s kind.. Well at least in my presence he is.. For some ungodly reason…

But I don’t know. Since Underground and what had happened in that service stairwell… I found myself wanting answers for what Jack did. I found myself wanting answers and wanting to know what the fuck I even felt about that myself. And that was reason enough for me to keep my distance from any other possible entanglements until I found my answers.

“Noted. So what are you two going to be up to today? Maybe I can see if–”

The baby wriggles her way off of my lap, obviously bored with this adult conversation as she moves to the opposite side of the room to play with her toys; leaving me to sit up and cut Jay off before he tried to make any plans for us today.

“Actually, she goes back to her father today.. So I’ve gotta get her ready…”

I let my voice trail off, wondering if he’ll get the hint. I’m not trying to be rude, which is a new feeling for me, honestly. I do like him.. I just don’t know how I like him.

I don’t want to lead him on.

He brings himself to his feet and smooths out his outfit, before smoothing his hands over his hair and his beard. He looks down at me with a playful smirk.

“Well we can always go grab some breakfast and then I can help you get her ready.”

I smile sweetly and shake my head as I stand up.in front of him.

“No, thanks though. I kinda just wanna spend some time with her… Mommy/daughter time… before I take her back.”

I can see the disappointment in his eyes as he nods his head and begins walking towards the door. I don’t know how he couldn’t have seen it coming though… we’ve only been out twice, three times if you include taking the baby to the aquarium.

I feel bad as I follow him, slowly opening the door and looking up at him as he stands in the doorway. Part of me wants to let him stay, part of me wants to just say fuck it and take the same haphazard approach I did with my relationship with John… but I can’t do that again. That relationship began after a drunken one night stand… and well look at how it turned out.

So I’m going slow. Slow as fuck. And that all starts with not letting myself feel guilty for any of this.

He turns around in the doorway, his eyes looking me over with that still sleepy, kind of entranced look in them.

“If you need anything, just let me know.  I’m here for you.”

I nod my head and smile.

“I’m sure we’ll be fine. But thanks.”

He leans forward, brushing my hair off of my neck and placing one of his hands on the door frame behind me. My breath catches in my throat as he leans closer, but just before his lips touch mine, I turn my head away and he kisses my cheek instead.

I hear him sigh softly in my ear, letting the kiss linger a bit, and kissing me again on my jawline. Finally he pulls away and nods.

“See you, Kyra.”

He turns and walks down the sidewalk, as I lean on the doorframe – admiring the view.

“See you.”

As he walks out of view, I hear a loud crash coming from the living room. I sigh and close the door, shaking my head, heading back to the scene of whatever my daughter has done now.

 

Date May 23rd 2018 / Time 9:14AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Baltimore Police Department – Baltimore, Maryland

I swore to myself that I was going to keep myself out of it. I promised myself that I was going to stay as far the fuck away from anything to do with my father as humanly possible – especially after Lucy warned me that he was on her trail.

She told me to hide. Told me to keep my location a secret so that he couldn’t find me, and that was all well and good until I moved back here to Baltimore… The city I grew up in. The city where they so-called ‘raised’ Lucy and I.

I don’t know, I got to the point where I was tired of hiding. Trying to keep yourself hidden away in a world where everyone wants to make sure they’re seen more than everyone else… It’s hard to remain anonymous. So I stopped. I made my presence known. I figured that if he were going to come for me, he’d of already done it by now. He was fucking with Lucy.. So why keep away from me?

It didn’t make sense, so I figured I was in the clear.

That was, until Lucy got kidnapped the other night. Two nights ago to be exact. Monday night. I felt secure until Gabriel Baal told her to tell her ‘daddy’ hi for him…

It was in that moment that shit really got real.

My stomach turns in knots as I look up at the grand building – casting its shadow over me and half a city block behind me. The Baltimore Police Department Headquarters. I know I haven’t made much mention of her kidnapping over social media.. Nor have I mentioned it to any of my friends… or potential beaus… It’s not because I don’t care.

I wouldn’t be here right now if I truly didn’t care.

It’s because I’m worried that I’m next. I’d be an idiot if I wasn’t walking around looking over my shoulders, making sure there aren’t two thugs waiting around corners for me… Like they were for her. It doesn’t make everyday life very easy. But then again, when has it ever been easy per se.

I’ve been standing out here for at least twenty minutes, frozen to the sidewalk… Why in the hell am I so scared of going in there? I’m doing what I know I have to do… I can’t let him go unpunished for what he’s done any longer. I can’t let him just take Lucy and get away with it. God knows where he is, or what he’s already done to her…

I rake my hands through my hair, tugging at it as I climb the steps and pull open the front door – getting a rush of chilly air from inside as I do.

Well, here goes nothing.

A woman is sitting behind a large desk in the middle of the entry, typing away as I approach. Before I can open my mouth to say anything, she must sense me there because she turns her head and eyes me up from head to toe – I suppose she’s trying to figure out whether I’m a threat or not.

Lady, if I wanted to be a threat.. I would be.

“Can I help you, hon?”

I nod my head, feeling all the blood draining from my face.

Kyra.. You’re doing the right thing. Jesus Christ. You’re doing the right thing. Not just for you, but for Lucy… No matter how much you dislike her right now.

“Uh.. Y-Yeah.”

She looks at me expectantly.

“An? Lay it on me, Hon. I ain’t got all day.”

“I..”

I feel my heart beating a mile a minute, I feel my face burning hot with embarrassment. Not about being here, but what I’m here about. It’s not easy to admit that you were the punching bag for an old man for the first decade and a half of your life, let alone admit that you’re scared of him.. No, terrified of him and what he’s capable of because he’s gone and taken your sister from her comfortable life… and you know deep down in your gut.. In your fucking heart that you’re not going to get out of this one with your nose clean.

But that’s me. All of it.

“My sister’s been abducted… By our… Our father.”

Her eyebrows raise in question as she turns her attention back to the computer monitor to the side of her face. I can’t tell if she’s taking me seriously, or if she’s trying not to laugh… But neither option makes me feel especially good right now.

“And when did this happen?”

“Monday night… He got her at one of her shows…”

“Shows?”

I nod my head.

“Yeah, she’s a wrestler. She was in Chicago..”

“Why didn’t you get in touch with the Chicago PD then, Hon… There’s nothing we can–”

I cut her off before she can even finish the sentence. I’m not that stupid.

“I think he brought her back to Baltimore.. I think he has her here…”

She stops for a second, turning her head to face me again – our eyes meeting for a fleeting moment before she reaches out for the phone on her other side, dialing a few numbers and putting the handset up to her ear.

“Let me get you to someone who might be able ta help you, Hon.”

 

Date May 23rd 2018 / Time 10:27AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Baltimore Police Department – Baltimore, Maryland

Here I am, sitting at a desk – waiting for someone from missing persons to come and speak with me. I guess I was kinda dumb to think that this was going to be more of a big deal, but hell, I don’t have any idea of how many people, how many children go missing each and everyday around here… Or around the country for that matter.

Lucy isn’t really special… At least not in this sense.

What makes her life more important than any number of missing kids whose parents are actually missing them… Who aren’t the reason for their misery and torment…

I fold my arms over my chest and sigh.

Because she’s all the family I’ve got. That’s what makes her life more important…

Not only to me though.. Her girlfriend Maggie and her closest friend, JC… I’m sure they’re going mad with worry right now. How could they not be?

“Sorry to keep you waiting.  I’m Officer Lewis.  Miss?”

His booming voice jolts me from my thoughts and I look up and into the eyes of a stocky black man, his dark eyes scanning me over – Do I really look like that much of a threat? Fuck..

“Um.. Hi, I’m Kyra M–”

“I’ll be damned, you’re Kyra Mohr, ain’t you?”

I nod my head, standing up to shake his outstretched hand, his once quizzical look turned into a wide grin.

“Boy, I always wanted to meet someone from Carnage. I jus didn’t expect it to be the former owner…”

He moves around the desk and sits down as I do the same. I look around me, barely listening to him continue to rant on about how much he loves CW. I’m sure he does, and any other time I might be pretty flattered – but not now.

“Hey, uh.. I’m glad you enjoy CW, but that’s not what I’m here about. My sister – Lucy, I think our father brought her back here to Baltimore after she got abducted the other night.”

His eyebrows raise.

“Right, my apologies ma’am. What’s your dads’ name, if I might ask?”

“Gary. Gary Johnson.”

He leans in towards his computer, typing the name and bringing up what I can only presume is my father’s criminal record.

“Nothin.”

“Excuse me?”

“Exactly that, miss. Nothin. Not even a parking ticket. Say, is you sure that he was the one who took your sister?”

I roll my eyes. Just because the fucker doesn’t have a criminal record doesn’t mean that he’s not the God damned scum of the earth.. And the reason for nearly everything that’s wrong with me now.

“Trust me.  He did it.”

“I’m sorry for doubtin ya, Miss.. But we get all kinds of people in here daily.. Claimin ta know who took their kid or whatever.. We can’t just go an investigate every single claim or we’d never get–”

I slam my fist down on the desk, my eyes stinging in the corners. No, I’m not sad. I’m pissed. How dare he? People come in here having the worst time of their lives, they’re scared.. They’re fucking terrified of what’s happened to their loved one – and all they can fucking think about is whether or not there’s any merit to the information?

Bullshit.

“I spent fifteen years of my life as his personal punching bag and blow up doll… he did the same shit to my sister. Is that a good enough reason to consider him a suspect, officer?”

 

Date May 28th 2018 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location The Carnage Arena – Baltimore, Maryland

I haven’t been able to keep still here tonight. I just want to go out there and get my match over with, because once I go out there there’s none of these butterflies anymore. There’s no time or ability for nervousness.

Standing back here, watching everyone else getting ready for their respective matches – It’s fucking torture.

Well, that and I haven’t heard anything about Lucy since going to the police station last week. I haven’t heard a damn word… And that doesn’t make going on with my semi-’regular’ life any easier. If any of this can be considered regular. I know Jack’s around here somewhere, and I also know that he’s called and texted multiple times – wanting to talk…

I sigh and lean against the cinderblock wall, smoothing out my ring gear – trying to think about what I’m going to do out there tonight.. Finally able to compete in the tournament, and I don’t want my opportunity to go to waste. I don’t want to let anything get in the way of my making it to the second round…

I scan the backstage area around me, and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I see him… I can’t help but sigh again as Jack turns to see me too. He looks good in that blue suit and tie… with those eyes… and that look on his face…

What the hell kind of look is that?

“Hello, Kyra.”

I nod my head. Fuck… Why can’t this shit wait until later? I don’t even know what to tell him… Fuck, I don’t even know what he’s going to say about what happened at Underground. I mean, it probably was nothing, right? Yeah.

He can barely tolerate me.. The fucker.

…So why am I standing here worried about what he’s going to say?

“Jack.”

(To be continued on Chaos)

 

So, Jacob… Are you ready?

I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but you’re not only stepping into the ring with a mere mortal woman – You’re also stepping into that ring with one of the original members of the Carnage Wrestling roster. I know that doesn’t really seem like much to someone like you, especially since you’ve not really taken much opportunity to learn about how we do shit around here – but believe me…

I’m not to be fucking trifled with.

Yeah, yeah… my win/loss record doesn’t really reflect the threats coming out of my mouth, right? Guess I’ll just have to show you then.. And that’s perfectly fine with me. I hate this whole talking thing anyway… I’d much rather just get out there and kick your smarmy ass right out of the tournament.  That sounds like a much better time than sitting here in this room with a camera, telling you and everyone else what I’m going to do.

Anyone can make threats, but takes someone special to actually come through on them.

I ain’t always been the best at that though.  Call it a flaw, but at least I know what I am.  I’m authentic.  I’m imperfect.  I don’t claim to be what I’m not.  

Can’t say the same, can you.. Jacob?

Which brings me back to our brief interaction on Twitter… The lord of the Social Media. As I recall, you called me a mortal. A mortal. As if you aren’t skin and bones and blood, just like I am. Tell me, Jacob.. What are you then?

Don’t tell me…

You’re a monster.

You’re a beast.

You’re more machine than man.

You’re a God.

Please, stop me when I get the right answer.

The truth is, fucker… I was telling you the God’s honest truth the other day when I told you that I was going to fuck you up.   I don’t give one flying fuck what you think you are… When you step into that ring with me at Chaos – you’ll be bleeding just the same as I will be. You’ll feel pain, and you’ll feel the disappointment of defeat when you look up from your back to see my hand being raised.

Those are facts, sweetie.

It doesn’t matter what you are… you’re still going to fall by my hand.  My human hands.  My imperfect digits are going to bring havoc to this perfect competitor that you’ve got constructed in your mind, dear Jacob. 

Reborn.

Rebuilt.

Redesigned.

You sound like a fucking car commercial. A bad one.

But that’s okay.  Once I’m done with you, you can scamper back to whatever void you crawled your stupid ass out of – and you can rebuild yourself again.  This time you’ll create yourself to be stronger… smarter… more talented.  Or did you use all of that up on this particular ‘redesign’?  Ooops.  My bad. 

I didn’t realize resources were that limited.

Then again, I guess people can say that about anyone in this business, can’t they?  I mean that’s the schtick now a days, isn’t it?  Tell your opponent that they’re not talented, tell them that they can’t beat you and blah, blah, blah.  They’ve said it about me plenty.  The unfortunate thing is that most of the time, they were right.  But they can’t always be right.  No one can.  Hell, I could be totally wrong about you too, Jacob.  You could waltz your robot ass out to the ring on Chaos and you could prove me wrong.  

You could.

But… Will you?

Do you have the motivation to do it?  Do you have the willpower to possibly show that you’re not this inhuman.. thing that you’re claiming to be?  

I don’t think you do.  I don’t think you can separate yourself enough from your little fantasy to admit that I’m going to bust you open.. I’m going to make you bleed.  And sweetie, you’re not going to leak motor oil.  You’re going to bleed.  I’m going to make you bleed.  Whether I win or lose, you aren’t walking out without a few mementos of our time together. 

Got it?

Probably not.   Whatever.   The point is, if you aren’t willing to be who in the fuck you really are… Then what the fuck are you doing in MY ring?  What the fuck could you possibly have to offer the Carnage Legion?  What could you possibly do that could show any worth to Carnage Wrestling as a whole? 

Carnage is a place built on being the realest place around.  Whether our current world champ and our current boss see things that way… well that doesn’t matter.  Tweeder is real.  Jack Michaels is real.  Pearl Attlee is real.  Kyra Johnson is real. 

You’re not, Jacob Cass. 

You’re a figment of your own imagination.

And on Monday, I bring you back into reality. 

On Monday, I show you who you really are… and how far you still have to go in order to be anything in this world we all live and fight in.  Because it’s not just about this tournament.  It’s about truth.  

It’s about time you start living yours.  Don’t you think?

 

OOC: Jay Mora Used with Permission