It’s no real secret that Robby Zodiac and I have some history together. I mean, to some of you I guess… If you’re living under a rock and you don’t pay attention to what goes on in promotions that aren’t your own.

Something I see a great deal of around here in Carnage.

It’s like a virus. A virus of ignorance where people honestly believe associating with other wrestling promotions will ruin and taint what you already have in your own, when in reality that very thing could only help a little place like Carnage grow into what all of you honestly believe it could be.

But back to Zodiac and I.

For those of you who keep track of these things, he and I were in OWF together. More accurately, he and I were in the Violent Society together. I won’t go all ‘Paragon’ on you all and say that the Violent Society was the strongest stable in the OWF but we certainly held our own. At least we did for a time.

At least we were better than that God awful Inner Circle.

Sorry Joe, but facts are facts, sweetie.

Anyway.

I’m sure Robby will have his own version of this story, but really it’s simple. Lucy joins OWF and the Violent Society. Lucy takes Robert under her wing, having seen the potential in the young star and tries to teach him a few things that only a talent of Lucy’s stature could. Robert ends up betraying Lucy in the end, attacking her and leaving her in a puddle of her own blood.

You know, that old chestnut.

If there’s anything about me that all of you should know by now, it’s that I’m not afraid to give my opinion and I’m certainly not afraid to stand up for what I believe in. Sure that’s put me at odds with quite a few people over my career and it’s definitely bit me in the ass more than once. But I am who I am and that’s not going to change.

I guess that’s why I am where I am, you know? Not that I’m complaining. I know I’m right where I need to be and I know that the decisions I’ve made have brought me here. So why doubt myself now?

And come Monday, I’m gonna be standing… God knows where… Across from Robert Zodiac, one on one for the first time since, well.. Ever. And whether he likes it or not, Lucy is gonna teach him a few things… Starting with a hard lesson on who NOT to cross.

 

Date June 28th 2019 / Time 8:01AM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde/Lee Residence – New York City, New York

The moment I walk in the door, I hear the telltale signs of Joe being up – the sounds of weights clanging around in the gym and the smell of sweat in the air. How long he’s been up, I have no clue.

I’ve been gone since early this morning, handling a couple of things before he and I head to Baltimore for Chaos and then to Cincinnati for Wrestlestock. I take a few minutes, sip on my coffee and slowly make my way towards the gym where I stand in the doorway, watching him until he notices me.

“Oh, Luce. There you are.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“The one and only.”

“Where’d you head off to so early?”

He asks, putting the weights down and turning towards me, the light in the room reflecting off of his sweaty, bare chest – temporarily distracting me from his question.

“Luce…”

I grin and shake my head.

“Listen, you can’t look like that without expecting me to stare. And for your information, I was taking care of a few things before we headed to Baltimore for whatever that’s gonna be.”

He and I both roll our eyes, thinking about what a shit show Chaos is going to be on Monday.

“Right.”

“I.. Well, my main purpose for going out was to send a.. Care package of sorts over to Will and Tori.”

His eyebrows raise.

“Well that was–”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m still mad at him… but I’m not an entirely heartless bitch.”

I didn’t think it were possible, but his eyebrows raise even further.

“I never said you were.”

He may not have said it, but I felt it. Especially after what happened at Underground. I felt bad. No matter how angry I was, or rather still am with Will for not telling Joe about who he thought that masked bastard was… He still didn’t deserve what that little prick did to him.

And if I wouldn’t have gotten myself suspended.. Maybe I could have done something. Anything to keep that from happening.

That’s why, without Joe’s knowledge or encouragement, I went and got a few things to help them when Will is finally able to get home. I glance at Joe and nod my head.

“You didn’t. But hopefully what I sent will help Will and everyone else settle in when he’s finally able to get home.”

I sigh and he gives me that look that he always gives me when I’m feeling bad about something that he deems ‘not my fault’.

“You don’t have to feel guilty, it’s not your fault.”

“Maybe not one hundred percent my fault, but if I wouldn’t have kicked that interviewer into oblivion, I could have done something.”

Now he’s the one sighing as he turns away and reaches down for the weights again.

“Lucas will get what’s coming for him. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Of course he will. Of course Joe thinks it’s because he’s gonna be the one to fuck that little pricks world up. I move in behind him, wrapping my arms around his damp form and kiss his back.

“You gotta get through me first, baby.”

“Don’t you mean you’ve gotta get through Zodiac… And me? I think you’re pretty screwed…”

I kiss his back again and dig my fingernails into his stomach just a little.

“Not as screwed as you’re gonna be…”

I let go and turn to leave the room as he yells ‘what?’ after me but I ignore him and head back to the living room, to my coffee. I’m sure I’ll pay for that later. Oh well.

He’s not wrong. But I ain’t gonna let him know that.

 

Date July 1st 2019 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location Outside the Carnage Arena – Baltimore, Maryland

“What a fucking shit storm…”

I say outloud as Joe and I walk through the parking lot of the arena, taking quick notice of the bright red X’s taped on each entrance of the arena with a sign on top that no doubt reads something along the lines of ‘We’re fucking your show up tonight to investigate something that happened two weeks ago. Fuck you. Have fun fighting without a ring.’

The show’s already started as I can hear the crowd cheering from the parking garage, no doubt enjoying whatever the hell’s going on in there.

“What the fuck IS a dumpster match, anyway?”

I ask, turning towards him – realizing that he’s not even paying attention to what I’m saying. He’s more interested in watching the FBI van as the door opens and one of the other Carnage superstars steps out.

“Joe…”

“What? Oh, a dumpster match? You have to throw Zodiac into the dumpster and close the lid to win.”

I roll my eyes as we step closer to the van.

“Are you fucking serious?”

He shrugs his shoulders.

“On the positive side, you’ll be putting him right where he belongs…”

I groan and kick my heels against the ground. I don’t like Carnage’s brand of ‘Ultraviolent’ fighting. It’s not my style. It never has been.. I mean, I’ll go in there and I’ll get the job done but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“He doesn’t even deserve the dumpster.”

I reply as we start moving past the van.

“But if you come home smelling like shit… You’re taking like ten showers.”

My eyebrows raise and I turn my head to see him grinning. I smack him lightly on the chest and shake my head.

“If I lose and I end up covered in… Ew… Twenty is the minimum. Hell I might just stay in there for three fucking da–”

“Excuse me.. Lucille Wylde? Joseph Lee?”

We both stop in our tracks and turn around to see two men in suits standing just behind the van staring at us. We both knew this was coming, but I know neither of us were especially looking forward to it. Considering what happened at the end of Isolation and well… Yeah.

“I prefer to be called Lucy.”

I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

“JC.”

Not off to a good start, I can see.

“My apologies, but as you are both well aware, we’re with the federal bureau of investigation and we’re here to interview the Carnage Wrestling roster. Would you, Joseph mind accompanying my associate here? And Lucille… Would you mind coming with me?”

Joe and I sigh at the same time but we both nod our heads and I grab his hand for a moment and squeeze before letting him go so he can move towards the front of the van as the other agent moves towards me.

“Don’t think we have much choice, huh?”

“I’m afraid not, Mrs. Wylde.”

As he and I move towards the van, I look back to see Joe stepping inside the arena. I turn back just as the agent motions for me to follow him. Christ. What the fuck am I going to do? I know shit that I’m sure as hell not going to tell them… Because honestly? Fuck them and fuck Paragon.

He opens the door and motions for me to step inside, which I do.. And I sit down, crossing my legs as he climbs in behind me and closes the door.

“Listen, before we start.. I’ve got a match to get ready for and since we don’t have our usual… ‘accommodations’.. I’m gonna have to find a bush to change behind so hopefully this doesn’t take too long.”

I’m not entirely lying though.

He nods his head and opens up a notebook and clicks his pen as he glances back up to me.

“Noted. But I’m afraid this will take as long as it needs to, Lucille. What happened in North Carolina at the end of Underground is of utmost seriousness and we would like to get to the bottom of it. Now, Mr. Bridges had informed us that you were.. Suspended, therefore you were not in attendance at the pay per view event, correct?”

I nod my head. How hard is it to call me Lucy? Honestly. For fucks sake.

“Yep.”

“Then, if I may ask… Where were you on the night of Underground?”

Not there. Not under a mask. Not beating the absolute piss out of Michaels and Kyra and whoever else. I shrug my shoulders.

“I was at home, watching the blessed event.”

His eyebrows raise in question.

Fuck. I said that. Probably shouldn’t have.

“Excuse me?”

I roll my eyes and lean back on the chair.

“I know it’s no secret that Joe and I don’t like Paragon but come on. I’m not going to bullshit you and say that what happened to them was horrible. They got exactly what they deserved.”

“I see…”

He says, writing a few things down, leaving me in a tense silence for a few moments before finally looking back up.

“One of the victims was your sister, am I correct?”

Victim… Christ. They’re laying it on thick, aren’t they? I nod my head again.

“Yeah?”

“I take it that you two don’t get along.”

I scoff.

“You think?”

“Hmmm…”

He stares at me for just one moment too long, obviously trying to figure me out before he turns his attention to the pad in his hand, scribbling a few more things.

“Just because my sister and I don’t get along doesn’t mean shit.”

“Oh?”

“Well, yeah. Siblings don’t get along all the time.”

I mean I can’t site any example but come on.

“Well this was a serious attack, Lucille. We can’t look past any possible… motive.”

Knowing what I know, and hearing the tone of his voice… my heart sinks a little and my stomach churns in my stomach.

“Motive? So you think I orchestrated this entire thing?”

“That’s not what I’m saying, but we are looking into all avenues.”

I shake my head and chuckle.

“Right. Well, I don’t know what to tell you. I was in New York. At home. Suspended. I’m as far the fuck away from this as I could possibly get.”

“Do you have anyone that can corroborate your story? Anyone that can be a witness to you having been where you say you were?”

I shrug my shoulders.

“Joe was with his daughter most of the day. But I was there when he left in the morning and I was there when he got home late that night so… I don’t think a round trip to North Carolina was going to happen while he was gone.”

“I see…”

I’m not lying. I mean he doesn’t know that. For all he knows I could be sleeping with the person who arranged this entire thing. I mean… I am. But that’s not the fucking point.

“Is there anything else? I really do need to get ready for my match.”

He doesn’t answer right away, staring down at his pad and jotting things down intermittently. I know he’s trying to worry me but what do I have to be worried about? Really? I didn’t actually do anything.

“I don’t think I have anything else to ask you right now, Lucille. But if I have anymore follow up questions, I’ll be sure to find you.”

The moment he started that sentence, I was up and moving towards the back of the van.

“Right. You do that.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I open the door and hop out. Act cool. Just fucking act cool. I turn to say something else, but I stop myself before I do and I just walk away. I really do have a match to get ready for.

And a boyfriend to worry about…

 

Oh Robert.

I don’t think I really need to say this, because you and everyone else around these parts already knows it.. But I’m gonna say it anyway.

You’re garbage.

One hundred percent, grade A trash.

And you weren’t always that way, were you? Yeah, yeah.. I’m talking about OWF again, ain’t I? I know exactly what you’re thinking… ‘Come on Lucy.. let the OWF go, let the past die…’ And believe me, I have. But what bugs me the most about back then is that you actually had promise back then.

Back then I could see you actually becoming something… anything more than what you are now.

And no, before you say it.. I’m not saying this because you were a part of the Violent Society. I’m saying this because before you fucked up and turned your back on me, you were a kid that wanted to learn. Wanted to be better than what you were and honestly? That’s a quality that any great superstar needs to have.

I look at each day, each new fight and I try to be better than what I was in the last one. Do I always succeed? No. But I keep fucking striving to be better than what I was. You? The moment you turned on me, the moment you plunged that knife into my back… you proved without a shadow of a doubt who you REALLY were.

And it certainly wasn’t the kid with a bright future that I saw when I first joined up.

You’re impatient. I’m not perfect, Robert but I have been around and I was willing to teach you things, I was willing to help you be better than what the Violent Society could offer you. I was willing to give you the knowledge inside my head because I honestly thought you could use it and grow into something better than even I could be.

Boy was a fucking wrong.

You latched onto the first warm body that was willing to do what you wanted and you turned your back on what could have been the opportunity of a lifetime. And when OWF folded? You ran with your tail between your legs to Baltimore and some tiny little hole in the wall promotion that thought they saw in you exactly what I did. Now I’m not knocking Carnage. Because a lot of great wrestlers ended up here too, but you? Come on.

You’re not the guy that’s going to take Carnage into the big times.

JC is. Will Prydor would have been. Hell, even people like Melody Lennox or Jonny Riggs are more able to be the future for Carnage. You’re just a sidenote, Robert. You’re just that tiny text on the card that says ‘oh by the way… Robert Zodiac is here too, just in case anyone remembers who he is.’

Just so happens you’re on the card with me this week, Bobbo.

And make no mistake, I’m the main attraction, even if we are fighting in a dumpster match. Bridges thinks he’s punishing me by putting me in this bullshit match, but in reality he’s giving me the opportunity to put you right where you belong.

Let’s not forget that you’re garbage and garbage deserves to be thrown away.

And I’m all too happy to oblige.

See you in a little while, sweetie.