Here we go, here we go
It’s about time that we set it off
Here we go, here we go
Red lights, I could never stop

…

I’ve been thinking a lot lately.

No, not just about our match, Sarah. Not just about kicking your ass and making sure that you go 0-5 in title matches…

I’ve been thinking about how the lot of us see ourselves in this business.

I’ve faced so many people. I’ve won and I’ve lost. I’ve felt the euphoria of victory and I’ve felt the agony of defeat. I’ve beaten people who I doubted that I could beat.. and I’ve lost to people who I thought were a sure win.

But that doesn’t answer the question that I’m sure you’re now asking, how do I see myself? How does the world known Lucy Wylde see herself, how does she compare herself to everyone else?

Truth be told.. I’m just a fighter. I’m a damn good one though, but really… I’m just a fighter.

…

A dreamer with the fever to be great was all I ever want, was all I ever wanted
A finder with the fever for the fame was all I ever want, was all I ever wanted

…

I’ve seen so many consider themselves to be legends before their time. I’ve seen so many consider themselves God’s greatest gift to this world. I see a lot of that in you, Sarah. I see it in your little Vlogs. I see it in your little twitter ramblings. I see it in the way you handle yourself inside that ring, whether you’re running your mouth or you’re actually fighting.

It’s a pity, really.

So much talent. So much potential… and a win/loss record that would bring others to tears. Unfortunately if you want me to swoon over your impressive number of wins… you’re barking up the wrong tree. You’ve got so much going for you… and a personality that negates ALL of the positives.

You’ve barely lost your spots, Sarah. You’ve not been around long enough to be making half the claims that you have been… Sure you’re good. You’re damn good BUT that doesn’t mean that you’re going to do anything but lose to me.

So how’d we get here, exactly?

How’d we end up so hell bent on beating the fuck out of one another?

That’s easy really. You picked me, you greedy little bitch you. You little gold chaser. Of course, I can’t blame you for wanting to hold a title of your own because with that amazing win/loss record of yours, you still haven’t won a championship! That must bug the shit out of you, huh?

Someone as TOTES GREAT as you… without a championship?

God damn.

That really does suck.

But what’s even funnier? You won the Wrestlestock Cup. You could have picked ANY belt to go after. You could have went after Gabriel and the UGWC World Title. You could have made yourself THE person, THE champ in the UGWC… I mean come on, stealing the World title from the UGWC? That would have gotten you SO much attention. That would have gotten you the fame and the acknowledgment that you so desperately want and need.

But why don’t you tell everyone why you didn’t want to go after Gabriel?

You didn’t trust the fans. You didn’t want to put your fate… in their hands. You didn’t want to put yourself out there and be embarrassed when no one voted for you to face Gabriel.

I guess I don’t blame you.

What’s the point of winning the Wrestlestock Invitational if you’re not guaranteed a shot? It makes sense, wanting to go for the highest guaranteed shot that you could… it’s just unfortunate that that puts you up against me.

You could have been realistic though, sweetie. You could have brought Kenzi in and went for the Coop Championships. You could have chosen Travis Pierce and challenged for the Chaos championship. Both of those choices are closer to your comfort zone, Sarah. Believe me. Trust me.

Trust someone who’s been doing this for a lot longer than you have.

Getting in over your head isn’t always the best idea.

…

Got me singin’ like
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Let’s fire the weapon
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Bang, bang
Won’t stop till we’re legends

 

Date August 7th 2017 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location UGWC Synergy – Chicago, Illinois

“Lucy?”

The voice comes through soft, I can barely hear it when I open my eyes to see the silhouette of a man hovering over my face. At first I’m alarmed because the bright light behind him shrouds his features from me.

“Where am I?”

I ask, moving my head to look around him, trying to distinguish where I’m at. The last thing I remember I was in the ring… Lacklan and I were–

“We’re backstage, Lucy.”

My focus turns back to him, feeling his hot breath on my face as he speaks; but his face is still dark and shadowed over. I blink a few times, trying to get the blurriness to go away, but nothing changes. It can’t be just the light doing this. Everything is a blur as I look around again.

“How’d I get here?”

I ask, my eyes widening. If I’m here then where’s–

“Gabriel?”

“Hello, Love. Yes, it’s me.”

I breathe a sigh of relief when I realize that it’s Gabriel hovering over me. I still don’t know how I got here, or what exactly got me into this position… but at least he’s here.

“What happened?”

He moves back, and I can finally look over and see his face in all its non distinguishable glory sitting next to me.

“You passed out, Love.”

I barely hear his words. I’m too busy squinting, trying to see the details of his face and his body. I find myself uninterested in how I got myself here, and more in what kind of trouble I can get myself into while I’m laying here. I smile over at him, putting one arm up over my face to block out the light and letting the other come to rest just above the waistband of my pants.

“Oh, Gabriel…”

I say softly, running my hand along the waistline of my pants before reaching that arm out towards him.

“Please come back over here… I can’t see you.”

“I’m not sure that’s something I should do…”

That sentence isn’t very pleasing to hear, but I’m undeterred by it nonetheless. I pull my arm back, sighing loudly as I brace my arms beneath me and start to sit up.

“Fine. I’ll just come to you then…”

Within seconds of sitting up, I regret the decision to do so even though it brought me closer to the now spinning and blurry face of Gabriel Baal.

Mmm..

I close my eyes again, doing my best to quell the dizziness.

“Oh, there you are…”

I say, smiling as I feel Gabriels arms around me.

“You were falling, my dear.”

I open my eyes with a shit eating grin on my face.

“That’s what they all say…”

He chuckles softly, and I can see a semi clear smile on his lips. Another point of relief is that his face isn’t spinning nearly as much as it was a few moments ago. I guess now I don’t have to throw up on him.

Regardless of how it feels to have his arms around me.. I’m still befuddled about the circumstances surrounding the predicament that I’m in right now. It feels like I was literally just out in the ring. My smile fades away and I shake my head.

Why in the hell can’t I remember?

This feels nice though…

“Are you okay?”

I stop shaking my head in favor of nodding. I feel odd, there’s no doubt about that but I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about.

“I’m just fine…”

I flash a reassuring smile and I feel myself leaning to the right and I instinctively reach out, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. Closing my eyes again, I feel my head getting heavier and heavier until it feels like I’m holding up a boulder on the top of my shoulders. Without thinking too much about it, I lean forward and lay my head on Gabriel’s shoulder, letting out a small sigh as I do.

“But I’m better now.”

“Lucy…”

His voice is filled with hesitation and I feel his muscles tense up as my lips barely brush his neck.

“What? I like you, Gabriel…”

My hands come up to his back, laying them there upon his bare skin sliding them up and down – feeling the sweat that still glistens on his body. My heart rate quickens and I suck in a quick breath, feeling his body turn rigid.

“And I you, Lucy. But we have to be careful… We can’t let things go…”

He hesitates.

“Too far…”

My grip tightens on him.

I know I need to let go.

But I don’t want to.

I bring my lips to his neck again, my fingernails clawing into his back. His hands release from my body, pulling away.

“Don’t.”

I say, quietly.

“I’ve wondered what this would be like…”

He sucks in a short breath, trying to pull away slightly – but I hold on.

“And to what might you be referring?”

“This…”

I whisper, sliding my hands up his sides, feeling his body tense slightly as I make my way to his shoulders. I moan softly, pulling on him gently.

This is exactly what I wanted…

This is exactly what I wa–

Suddenly, it’s like the fog in my mind lifts instantly.. like a light switch turns on, illuminating my brain for the first time in however long it’s been… He pulls away just as my heart catches in my chest. A mix of fear… Disappointment… Was that relief? Yet Something felt good about his embrace… his touch…

But it’s wrong.

It’s wrong.

I sigh and slowly, painfully… reluctantly allowing him to step away from me – my fingertips lingering on his arm for a few moments before I look up into his eyes. It doesn’t take long to realize that his face, and everything else around me are now clear as day… just like the knowledge of what I was trying to do.

I play it off with a smirk and smooth my hand over his shoulder, as if I’m cleaning something off of it when my mind is the thing that truly needs to be cleansed.

“So… ”

I pull my hands through my hair and look away, subtly trying to see if anyone was witness to my little ‘moment of weakness’. I breathe a sigh of relief, seeing no one in our general area but I still feel like a damn fool as I sit in front of Gabriel – who’s now smirking along with me.
I swear sometimes I think he can read my mind. I lean down and rub the back of my neck, moving around to the front – feeling a bit of pain around my throat that I didn’t feel before. And then it hits me.

I remembered Donovan grabbing my leg… but what I’d forgotten was Sarah’s knee catching me flush in the face. I don’t know how I forgot the feeling of her little body and those deceptively strong arms wrapping around my throat…

“I guess we lost, huh?”

Gabriel has long since pulled his arms back to his sides, no longer are his hands running along my lower back. It’s a pity…

Fuck.

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter my dear.”

I wish I felt the same way. She choked me out. She told me she would… and she did. Gotta give the sneaky little bitch credit where credit is due. She got me and her partner kept mine just far enough away so that it was just the two of us…

And in our first ‘singles’ meeting… she came out on top.

“No, because that little Bitch shot her load early… and I’m going to be ready next time.”

“And I suppose you’re better at–”

I roll my eyes and laugh.

“Don’t you start. Of course I’m better at saving it, darling… You’ll see.”

 

Date August 9th 2017 / Time 09:05AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

SLAM!

The pan hits the stove with a much louder thud than I’d originally intended, but it’s not like I’m disturbing anyone. I got home about an hour ago, expecting another confrontation between CJ and I.

What I actually got?

An empty driveway, and an empty house.

Good for him.

About time he gets out and does something.

I do believe he expected me home yesterday, and truth be told I should have been home yesterday too. I didn’t call. I didn’t let him know that I’d decided to take an extra day in Chicago.. a personal day, so to say.

I needed that day. Especially after what happened the other night.

“Oh.. Fuck me…”

I mumble as my mind wanders to that particular moment in my night. Not the match. Not getting choked out by Sarah Lacklan… Moreso the feeling of his arms around me, my lips on his neck…

Part of me hates myself for what I did. I remember him trying to pull away, trying to keep things nice between us. Something I didn’t expect, yet something I should have expected. He doesn’t want anything to do with an angry CJ Wylde…

I can’t blame him.

But that other part of me tells me that we did nothing wrong… I did nothing wrong. Of course Gabriel didn’t. He helped me. He did what a friend is supposed to do… he stepped in where CJ should have been.

I was groggy.

I was out of it.

If CJ were there…

“Nothing happened….”

But it could have.

Easily.

Because I think I wanted it to…

I squeeze my eyes shut, shaking my head.

No. I didn’t.

I’m a loyal wife. I love my husband. Desperately. More than anything.

Then why was I all over another man?

I sigh and turn my attention back to the pan on the stove.

“FUCK!”

As I look up into a now smoke filled kitchen, I quickly realize that I forgot to put the oil in the pan. Obviously I’m not in the mindset to be doing this right now. I turn the stove off and move across the kitchen to open the window.

“God damnit…”

I’m going to burn the house down while I’m busy fantasizing or chastising myself… whatever it is that I’m doing right now. I’ve got to get my mind off of this. It can’t be healthy.

Maybe I should have taken another day in Chicago.

I grab a towel from in front of the sink and start fanning the smoke towards the open window, but without fail the smoke alarm begins screaming – exactly what I was trying to prevent. The shrill sound cuts through my head like a hot knife through butter and I close my eyes wanting to just turn foot and head back out of this house.

The ghosts are probably just as displeased with me as I am with just about everything right now.

Finally, I silence the smoke alarm and decide against breakfast. I just don’t think it’s meant to be right now.

I’m just not here right now.

Not as much as I should be, at least.

My body is here. My heart… well a few arguments could be made about where my heart is right now… but my mind? My mind is definitely not here. Not in the slightest.

The front door opens just as I’m rounding the newell post, and I turn to see CJ walk into the house, dressed to the nines in a black on black suit. I raise my eyebrows, wondering what in the hell he was doing that had him getting so dressed up. I lean on the banister, watching him set his bag down and hang his car keys up – having not noticed my presence yet.

“Hey.”

He turns around upon hearing my voice, his eyes widening.

“Hey.”

I purse my lips and scan him from head to toe. Perfectly tied tie. Perfectly shined shoes. He looks good.

Too good.

“You get held up in Chicago?”

He asks, approaching me on the steps. I tense up and shake my head.

“No.”

He doesn’t really bat an eyelash as he moves past me, heading up the steps. I grimace, silently cursing myself for thinking that he was coming over here for anything other than heading upstairs. He’s upset with me…

He’s been perpetually upset with me for a while now.

Hasn’t stopped to think about how I feel though…

I roll my eyes and turn on my heels, following him up the stairs and into the bedroom.

“I just needed a little time.”

“Oh yeah?”

He replies, not bothering to turn around and face me as he pulls his shoes off of his feet and lets them drop onto the floor beside him. His hands move up to his tie, pulling the knot out as he walks across the room and looks in the mirror.

I’m finding his lack of attention both unsurprising and upsetting.

I step forward, coming towards him so that I can look at his face in the mirror.

“I.. Yeah. I was a little out of it after my match on Monday.”

“I saw.”

I stare him down, trying to find any sign of an eye roll or any indication that he doesn’t believe what I’m saying… but nothing. Not a damn thing. No emotion. No… nothing.

I sigh and turn my attention away to move across the room, grabbing his shoes from the floor to take them to the closet. I honestly don’t know what to say to him right now, and he doesn’t exactly look like he wants my company.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

I say as I walk into the closet, throwing the shoes down on the shoe rack.

“Of course he doesn’t.”

I grumble as I lean down and fix the shoes on the rack.

I emerge from the closet, wondering if he’s answered me… only to find the bedroom empty. Where in the fuck? I start to head back out of the bedroom when I hear the sink running in the bathroom.

“Did you hear me?”

I say louder, stepping into the doorway of the bathroom. He looks up into the mirror, our eyes meeting for the first time since he got home. Those eyes of his, those auburn hues give me chills every single time. Pretty sure he could be slitting my throat and if he looked into my eyes I’d be perfectly okay with it.

He shakes his head and breaks eye contact, turning his focus back onto his hands.

“No.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Oh… Well, it was nothing.”

“Okay. If you say so.”

Well this is going well.

I’ve brought this upon myself. I know it. The chill I sense from him, the tension, the hesitation… it’s my fault. And in this moment, I do feel guilty. I feel bad for what I did the other day. Should I tell him? Should I get myself into even more shit?

Is it even worth it?

“Is everything okay CJ?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Uh… Well, I was just wondering since you–”

He smiles and cuts the water off.

“Since I what, Luce?”

I can sense the tone in his voice and I don’t like it.

“Since you’re out doing God knows what…”

He laughs, which incenses me. I can’t stand it when he laughs while I’m angry.

“So, my wife goes out every weekend and I get to watch her flirt with another man. A man that she obviously isn’t taking seriously. She doesn’t bother calling when she’s not coming home on the day I’m expecting her… Are you sure Gabriel didn’t take you to another exotic location, hun?”

“New York isn’t exotic.”

I immediately close my eyes, wishing that I could take those words back the instant I said them, and again the instant I see the anger flash in his eyes.

I cannot possibly backtrack quickly enough right now.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I was just being–”

“Was he there?”

There it is.

The jealousy.

“Was Gabriel there?”

I laugh.

“Are you serious? No, he wasn’t there. He helped me to the back after our match, he stayed with me until I came to. I then went back to my hotel… alone and I stayed the extra day in Chicago By myself.”

“Okay.”

“Did you ever think… that if you would’ve stuck around that none of this would be happening right now?”

“What?”

He turns around, his eyes wide as I push myself off of the door frame.

“Nothing… Forget I said anything.”

 

Date August 13th 2017 / Time 11:29PM / Status Not Recording
Location Columbia Metropolitan Airport – Columbia, South Carolina

I don’t regret my decision to come down here tonight…

But sometimes I think I’m too old for this shit. All of this gallivanting from city to city on these whirlwind tours… I’m tired… and I didn’t do a damned thing tonight… except cheer.

For myself. Sorry Sam.

I needed to get out of the house though. I didn’t want to stick around too long, especially since coming down here to South Carolina got me a temporary travel partner. One night only though. Then I have to give her back to her usual partner.

I yawn, trying to stretch my arms out, but the weight of the bags on each arm keep me from doing so effectively. I’m following a young woman, a young woman who’s done far more tonight than I have.. a woman with Cyan tinted hair. If there’s one thing about her that I’ll never forget, it’s that hair. She’s certainly difficult to miss amid the masses of plain blondes and average brunettes.

People turn to look at her as we pass, and I can’t help but to giggle as I move in beside her – noticing the astonishment on her face. It’s funny. She was just out in front of thousands, with thousands more watching her from home… fighting and putting her tiny little body on the line, not worried one bit about who was watching her, ignorant to the fact that everyone’s eyes were on her, their mouths cheering her at the same time.

And now?

Well, now she notices their eyes on her and she doesn’t have an opponent to distract her from that fact.

“Wow.”

“Wow what?”

We slow down as we approach the gate, her head turning and looking around at the attention she’s getting.

“So… this is what it’s like to be famous, huh?”

I laugh.

“Better get used to it. You’re the future. These people are looking at you, hun.”

“Nah.”

She smiles as she throws her chin up in the air, shaking her head with an innocence that reminds me of a younger me.

“They’re looking at you, not me. I’m not that famous.”

I shake my head back at her.

“Oh, of course they are. You might not think so, but EWC is a big company. You’re getting SO much exposure, Mags. And now that you’ve got that title shot coming up…”

My voice trails off and I grin at her. Her match earlier ended in a no contest, and the General Manager of FSW named her and her opponent as the number one contenders to the FSW Championship.

I tilt my head as I look at her face, those bright green eyes widening at the thought.

“Yeah, I know, right? What’s up with that? Tyson putting me in the Night of Champions Pay Per View… I still don’t believe it.”

“Well believe it. You’re going to kick Lacklans ass tomorrow, and then you’re going to fuck some bitches up for that belt.”

A small smile flickers over her lips as she adjusts her left arm in the sling that the trainers put her in after her opponent tonight decided to attack her post match. I can see the discomfort on her face, and honestly I feel bad for her. We’ve all been there and done that. She’s just so happened to have had it happen twice so early in her career.

It’s just a sign of how good she really is.

“How’s the shoulder?”

“It’s sore. But I think that it’s probably okay. I’m not too worried about it.”

I shake my head again.

“Trust me, I know your pain. Zane busted up my knee pretty good.”

“Yeah…”

She looks up into my eyes.

“I dunno. I guess I just don’t get it. There’s more fighting going on outside of the ring than there ever is in it. I guess if I wanted to learn self defense I’ve signed up for the wrong business. Or maybe the right one – if I could ever grow that set of eyes that I apparently need in the back of my head.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“It takes experience. Years and years of it. Hell, I don’t even see em coming half the time. They’re cowards. Plain and simple. They’re scared of you Maggie. That’s the only reason that people like Zane, Hope and Sarah do the stupid shit they do… They feel threatened. They don’t think they can beat us in a straight up wrestling match… or any match for that matter.”

It’s a tough thing to explain, really. She’s got a lot of career left to experience, and for all the trying times she’s had to start out, there will be so many more great ones. Ones that will make her forget the way she feels right now, or rather the way she felt a little while ago.

“But that’s where you prove them right. Just like you will tomorrow. You’ll never grow that second set of eyes. Unfortunately. But there will be times when they’re going to start shit that you’re going to have to finish.”

“Oh I’m going to finish it. I’m going to finish it tomorrow night, and at Night of Champions, I’m going to finish it there, too.”

The look in her eyes right now, it makes me think back to the girl I used to be when I was in her position, just starting out in this business, people like Sarah Lacklan running amok, causing trouble and showing young impressionable people like me exactly what I didn’t want to be.

I pull out our tickets and hand them to the woman at the gate.

“You remind me of someone I used to know, Maggie. Someone I used to know back when I was starting out.”

I see her turn her head out of the corner of my eye as I take our tickets and let her go through the gate in front of me.

“Yeah? Who?”

I don’t respond right away, but I can feel the curiosity as we board the plane and find our seats. After a few minutes and getting settled in our seats, she turns towards me again to find me grinning from ear to ear.

“Me.”

I finally say as she opens her mouth to speak again.

“You?!”

“God yes.”

She sits back in her seat and looks out the window.

“Wow.”

She whispers to herself. I chuckle softly.

“Just do me a favor, big shot… Save me a piece of that little bitch for my title match, huh?”

She laughs.

“I can’t promise that… You understand, don’t you?”

I nod my head, patting her hand.

“Absolutely.  No one could possibly understand better than I do.”

 

Date August 15th 2017 / Time 10:58AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

I find myself pretty upset as I walk into the house this morning, even after a very productive Synergy last night. I should be absolutely thrilled, ecstatic even after I finally got that red eyed little bitch back for what she did to me. I should be partying after watching Maggie pin her one, two, three.

What a fucking night.

Well that was until I realized that Dave Rydell of all people called my husband out. Of course I didn’t watch his post match. Of course I didn’t see it live.. Why would I? Since when has he done something of importance?

That was.. until someone backstage told me that he called CJ out.

The one, the only… CJ Wylde. The man who hasn’t wrestled for UGWC in months because of this God damned lawsuit. The reason that I’ve been going to shows by myself, the reason that the distance between him and I has grown incrementally since he left.

And when I saw their tweets late last night?

When I saw that CJ would be ‘attending’ In Your Hands?

“CJ!”

I yell, stomping into the house and slamming the front door.

Motherfucker can’t come with me to shows, but he sure as hell can get upset about Gabriel and I… even though Gabriel is there. And now he’s going to be coming to the next Pay per view for Dave Rydell?!

I climb the stairs two at a time, heading towards the bedroom.

Bedrooms empty.

“CJ!!!”

I yell out again as I head back downstairs. I should have known he wouldn’t be in the bedroom, not when he’s got a fucking match to get ready for. Not when he’s got a fight to ready himself for.

I get down to the gym to find that empty as well.

“Where in the hell is he?”

I ask the empty gym. His car was in the driveway. The door was unlocked. I pull the gym door shut behind me violently and I make my way back up to the main house.

“CJ!!!”

I hear something slam down the hallway, and as I walk closer I hear his voice faintly on the other side of his office door.

“Jesus Christ, CJ! I’ve been—”

He looks up from his desk, pointing his finger at me as he continues talking into the phone that he’s got up to his ear. I raise my eyebrows at him, but I stay quiet as he returns his attention to the phone call that he quickly finishes.

“I was on the phone.”

“Yeah, I see that. No doubt with your ‘representative’. You obviously saw what Rydell did last night?”

He nods his head.

“I saw a few things, my dear.”

If only he’d of had the accent to go with the obvious imitation. I exhale deeply, blowing my messy hair out of my face.

“You’re not seriously going to fight him, are you?”

“Really, Luce.. That’s none of your business.”

My jaw drops.

“None of my business? I’m your–”

“You’re my wife… but lately I’m not so sure.”

“What in the hell does that mean?”

“What in the hell does it matter if Gabriel Baal finds you desirable or not?”

He might as well of hit me in the chest with a baseball bat. The air rushes out of my lungs and I plop myself down on the couch to the side of his desk.

“What does it matter if Dave Rydell calls out out? I thought you were suing the UGWC.”

My words are practically dripping with disdain as I glare into his eyes.

“You’re avoiding.”

“So are you.”

He gets up from the desk.

“I’m going because I need to… take care of a few things.”

I sit up from the couch.

“And what might that be? Caressing your fragile ego?”

He doesn’t bother turning his head towards me, but I can see a faint grin on his face.

“How did you know?”

“You sure as hell wouldn’t show up to this show for me… that’s why.”

“No, but I’m showing up to show everyone.. including a ‘friend’ of yours that they shouldn’t fuck with something that’s mine.”

“Yeah.”

I say, standing up from the couch.

“You’ve sure acted like I was… ‘yours‘ lately.  Only when someone else shows any amount of interest.”

“Now yo–“

“You left me alone there, CJ.  What did you expect?  Honestly?  You’re not there to support me, you’re not there to–“

He looks shocked for a second, but that look quickly dissolves into anger as he shoves past the desk and throws the office door open.

“I’m not dealing with this right now.”

“Yeah, go on!  You’ve got a match to prepare for!  Don’t let me BOTHER you with my problems!”

I lean out the door and yell after him.

“GOOD LUCK HONEY!!”

 

Blood, sweat, I’ll break my bones
Till all my scars bleed golden
My name’s forever known
Woah-oh, woah-oh

…

And yeah. You’re in over your head.

I’ve seen your type before, Sarah. You’re not just fighting for fame and fortune. You’re not just fighting for the views and the attention that you get. You’re fighting for respect. You’re fighting to feel appreciated. You want what you do to matter.

You want to matter.

But what you’re really showing everyone while you’re striving for everyone’s respect?

You’re showing the utmost disrespect for your peers, their championships, their promotions, their way of life. The only thing I’ve seen you respect, Sarah… is yourself.

That must be a lonely fucking world you live in.

Sure you and Kenzi look happy.

I’m sure team Kickass is fucking great… but what happens when she gets sick of you and your shitty attitude? What happens when she finally takes those blinders off and sees you for the selfish little asshole that you really are?

I know what you’re going to say… she already knows who you are. She already knows what you are, and that might be true.. but how long do you really think she’ll be willing to play second fiddle to ‘the Firestarter’?

Don’t worry.. I’m not going to steal the joke that Sam stole from Maggie.

I’m not that bad.

I like your fire, Sarah. I like your ambition. Hell, I even like your creativity. It’s refreshing. Don’t let me douse your flame, Sarah.. at least do me that favor. Don’t let losing to me in your fifth straight title match kill your desire to be something someday.

Sweetie, everyone else knows it… But I’m going to tell you this… just between us…

Your ambition, your drive.. both of them are ONLY overshadowed by my talent.

You’re always fighting. You’re always looking to fight better and better people. I think you’re subconsciously looking for that one person that will finally destroy you. You want someone to definitively and efficiently kill this insane momentum that you’ve got going.

When you attacked me and told me that you were going to take MY Cross-Hemisphere Championship? Well, let me just tell you that you’ve officially met that person.

…

Blood, sweat, I’ll break my bones
Till all my scars bleed golden
My name’s forever known
Woah-oh, woah-oh

…

I will destroy you.

I will embarrass you.

I will make you wish you’d of wanted Travis or Ingalls and B-Pac.

I will make you realize that you’re not as great as you think you are, and that you still have a lot of work to do.

You know why?

Because you’re not a legend, Sarah. Hell, I’m not even a legend. I’ve still got a long way to go to even entertain that notion. Like I said before, I’ve accomplished a lot… but accomplishments aren’t the only thing that make a legend. You don’t know what else would? Then you need to keep looking, sweetie. I’m not here to give you all the answers.

No, I’m just here to bring you back down from that cloud that you’re sitting so precariously on.

I’m just here to keep you from taking one of the UGWC’s most prestigious titles away from my home. And whether or not my peers want to admit it… I am the last defense. I am the only thing keeping that from happening. Someone who they once called an outsider. Someone who came here and made it clear from the very start that she wanted to make this her home.

Well, this IS my home.

UGWC IS Lucy Wylde’s home and I WILL keep the Cross-Hemisphere title right where it belongs.

Think about that, everyone… when you start bashing me, telling me that I’m not a part of this ‘happy’ little family. Think about that when you imagine what the world would be like if someone like Sarah Lacklan were to win your Cross-Hemisphere title… a TRUE outsider taking that belt for her own.

Am I really an outsider anymore?

I don’t know. You tell me.

For now, I’ll just be over here doing what I said I’d be doing all along.

Oh, and Sarah? You wanted a challenge. Well I am totes your greatest challenge to date… and I get to pull you around like the bitch that you are.

A dog collar match.

You and me, chained together. You won’t be able to get away. You won’t be able to run when things get to be too much for you. That’s no big deal now… But you just wait until we’re both in the ring, sweaty and tired… until you want SO badly to take a break from me… until you are SO desperate to get a foot of space…

And that’s when I’ll pull you back in and END you.

Or at least I’ll end any hopes you ever had of holding a title in UGWC.

MWAH!

See you soon!

It’ll be TOTES FUN! ZOMG!!!

…

Blood, sweat, I’ll break my bones (bang, bang)
Till all my scars bleed golden
My name’s forever known
(Bang, bang, won’t stop till we’re legends)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Bang, bang, won’t stop till we’re legends

 

#OOC: CJ Wylde, Gabriel Baal & Maggie Lockheart used with permission.

Good Luck Sarah! I’ve had so much fun with this feud!