Date June 5th 2017 / Time Unknown / Status Not Recording
Location Boston, Massachusetts – Massive Melee

“Oh, get the fuck off of me, would you?”

I shout, ripping my arm out of the grasp of one of the officials who ‘escorted’ me backstage after my little ‘run in‘ with Zane.   I grin and walk away from them, listening to their admonishments as I move down the hall; the adrenaline of the last few minutes still at an all time high.  I’ve painted myself as someone who doesn’t do things like that.  I’ve shown myself to be someone with a certain set of morals, a certain set of personal guidelines that I typically don’t deviate from.

Although… Deviation is kind of fun.

I’d forgotten that little factoid.

“Lucy!”

I turn my head to see Grey Coppi running up behind me, the same fuck who interviewed me earlier.  I stop and turn around, the grin never leaving my lips as he approaches me.  I suppose ‘Daddy’ is here to make me explain my transgressions – what fun.   I cross my arms over my chest and sigh.

“Fancy seeing you again so soon, Grey.”

He nods his head and smooths his hands over his suit jacket as I just stand there, staring at him – knowing full well that he wanted to be the first to get at me after what just happened.  It’s like I contradicted myself just a little while ago, and I’m sure he wants to know why.  Who doesn’t?  Honestly.

“What just happened out there, Lucy?  I thought you’d said that–“

“What I said was changes fucking come… and that was certainly a change, wasn’t it?”

His eyes widen and he nods his head again, but his face still looks troubled.

“Very true, Mrs. Wylde; but–“

I cut him off again, my smile growing as I move in closer to him, clearly making him uncomfortable as my hot breath kisses his cheek.

“But why…. Why did I do it, right?”

I don’t move away, instead I get even closer – as if that were even possible.

“I’ll tell you why, Grey.  Because I’m sick and God damned tired of watching people like Eden Morgan and Zane Scott walk around this place acting like nothing bothers them.  Acting like the rest of us don’t fucking matter; and it’s time that someone proves them wrong – and if I have to do ‘things’ that people might look down at me for doing in order to do that?  Fine by me.  I’m not here to be anyone’s friend.  I’m not here to be liked.  Hell, I’m not even here to win championships or make money.. You wanna know why I’m here, Grey?”

He pulls in a tight, short breath and opens his mouth – only to be cut off once again.

“Of course you do.  I’m here to fuck their entire world up, one piece at a time.  One tiny, seemingly minuscule piece by piece.  It won’t happen all at once.  Tonight was just a statement.  A statement that Lucy Wylde isn’t going to take it anymore.   It’s time others get treated the way they treat me.  No more high road.  It’s time I get down and dirty just like everyone else around here – Even though most of them claim to be ‘squeaky clean’ as it were.”

“Well isn’t that refreshing to hear?”

I whip around to see Gabriel standing just behind me, to my side.  His face is still sweaty from his match just a little bit ago, and his eyes – I can’t quite place that look in his eyes, but I want to take it as pure interest, whether it be in me or in my actions, I don’t know.  But I won’t lie, it has me interested as well.. in him and his intentions; considering he’s been the only person that’s been mostly pleasant to me since I’ve been here, and continues to be so.

It almost amazes me that someone around here is capable of such things.

“I don’t know, you tell me.  Is it?”

I move away from Grey, only to hear him breathing an exasperated sigh of relief as I focus my attention on the now former Cross-Hemisphere Champ.  A small smile flickers over his face as he moves towards me; raising his right hand in the air as if he wanted to high five me.  I can’t help but to laugh as I bring my hand up to his and intertwine my fingers with his for a moment.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

I chuckle as I let go and bring my hands back down in front of me.  The smile slowly fades from his face as his eyes narrow on me, an air of seriousness taking over our little interaction.

“I actually came over here to tell you that my offer still stands; you know – for a shoulder, or an ear.  But after what just happened, perhaps I was mistaken.”

I shake my head.

“Oh, no.  I was actually looking at your card the other day, wondering if I should take you up on that offer.”

His eyebrows raise slightly, he almost looks shocked.  But then again, with the way everyone else around here talks about him, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised about that fact at all.

“Oh, really now?”

“Yeah… Really.”

“I think you and I have more in common than we think…”

He stops, a thoughtful look on his face as he stares at me.

“You might be right, Gabriel.”

“I suppose since that knee seems to be alright…”

He points down at my leg; the one that Zane beat up a few weeks ago.

“That I’ll be seeing you later in the Melee?”

I nod my head and grin.

“You’d be correct.  But don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.  Where’s the fun in that?”

Again, I chuckle and move to his side, wanting to get back to my locker room to get ready for the match in a little while.  Maybe while I’m there I’ll get to watch Jet knock off Eden – at least that would give me something else to look forward to.

“No fun at all.”

I move past him, lightly brushing his arm as I do.

“You’d better go get ready; wouldn’t want you to be too worn out for later.”

He chuckles softly as I move away, my own curiosity about the man piquing.  I can’t help but to want to learn more about him, he is a very interesting creature after all – no matter what anyone else says about him, because honestly – who can believe anything they say?

 

Date June 6th 2017 / Time 2:01PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

“Ceej?”

I say, dropping my bag on the floor in the foyer.  I’d been wondering the entire way home if he’d seen what had happened last night, and I’d been wondering even more how he was going to react to it if he had.  He and I have had our fun as the so-called ‘Bad guys’ back when we both fought with the CWA – but I know that we’re both different now, and I’m supposed to be better than that.   But if I said that I felt bad about what I’d done – I’d be lying.   My only hope is that it doesn’t incite another argument.  Things are finally getting back to ‘normal’.  Things are finally mostly ‘right’ again.

“CJ?”

I repeat his name; walking over towards the stairs.  I take the steps rather quickly – and head straight for the bedroom, not really expecting him to be in the bedroom when I got there considering it’s two in the afternoon.  I glance into the room and see the empty bed, no surprise there.

I head back downstairs and head for the kitchen; wondering if he’s downstairs in the gym.  At this point that’s really the only place he could be, unless he’s outside – which I doubt.   I open the basement door and take the steps down to the ‘Underground’, smiling as I hear the faint clang of the weights on one of the machines.

He looks up from the weight machine as I open the lower door, and almost get knocked back by a plume of hot, thick air as it exits the gym.  He always keeps this room blistering hot, much to my chagrin.  Of course the heat is hard not to notice as I close the door behind me – but the look in those auburn eyes of his suddenly ups the heat factor in this room by about three thousand degrees.

More or less.

I lean back against the door, watching him get up from the weight bench and make his way across the room.

“Trying to cook yourself, huh?”

I say, a coy smile on my face – knowing that that isn’t going to get very far with him.

“Mmmm…”

Is his only reply as he presses me against the door and begins kissing his way down my neck, his sweat dripping from his face onto my shoulder and soaking into my own shirt as he presses his body against mine.  Not exactly what I expected – But I’m not complaining.  I look up towards the ceiling and begin speaking; hoping to start a conversation – wanting his take on what had happened last night.

“I suppose you saw what happened last night?”

“Mmmhm”

I roll my eyes as a shaky sigh leaves my lips.  He’s making this really hard right now.

“And?”

He pulls his lips far enough away from my skin to respond, but just barely.

“And what?”

A chill runs through my body as his hands grab at my hips, and out of instinct my own arms wrap around his neck, grabbing softly onto the back of his hair.  He growls and buries his face back into the crook of my neck and suddenly I lose my train of thought.  But as his hands clamp to my waist, pressing me further into the door, I hear his deep, masculine voice speaking into my neck.

“The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…”

He nibbles my neck, making my hair stand on end as I try to listen to his muffled words.

“Bout damn time you do what you need to do…”

My cheeks flush.

“You really think so?”

He pulls away and looks down at me, that same look in his eyes as he nods his head.

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.  It was refreshing to see you take matters into your own hands.  It was also pretty damn rewarding to watch you beat the hell out of that dickhead.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“It was pretty fun.”

I can’t deny that doing to him what he did to me was enjoyable, and doing it twice was even better.  The only downer was watching him win the Cross-Hemisphere title, that and being eliminated from the melee by him.  I get the feeling that he and I aren’t doe with each other.

Not by a long shot.

“Now, where were we?”

His voice interrupts my thoughts and I look up into those intense hues once again.

“I don’t know; I might need a bit of a reminder.”

I reply, grinning from ear to ear as he moves back in.

“And I don’t have a problem with that. Come here, you.”

 

Date June 14th 2017 / Time 4:43PM / Status Not Recording
Location The Wylde Residence – Western Maryland

“Just call her.”

I turn my head and glare at CJ from across the living room.

“What are you talking about?”

I lock my phone and slide it back into my pocket.  Truth is, I know exactly what he’s talking about.  I’ve been entertaining the thought of calling Kyra; especially after seeing that she and JD are trying to fix their marriage.  The temporary, albeit small hope had passed through my mind that maybe, just maybe she and I could get back on the same page as well.  But I know my sister, and I also know that grudges are her thing.

CJ sighs and shakes his head as he comes to sit down on the sofa beside me.

“You know full well what I’m talking about.  You’ve been staring at that phone for hours now, and I know you want to talk to her.”

I shift uneasily in the chair, looking away from him.

“Yeah but you know how she is.”

“She’s a world class bitch.”

“And-“

“BUT.. She’s your sister and you two love each other; whether or not you want to admit it.”

Finally, I look back at him and sigh.

“Okay fine.  I do.  But then again, this has always been a thing between us, hasn’t it?  We’ve never really had a ‘good’ relationship.  It’s like she tries to find ways or reasons to hate me…”

“And you’re trying to find ways or reasons to not try making things right again.”

“I am no–“

He grabs me and pulls me into his arms.

“Yes, you are.  Quit making excuses and just try.”

He plants a kiss on my lips and lets me go so he can get back up to his feet.  He doesn’t speak another word about it as he leaves the room, leaving me with my thoughts, and a decision.  Except he’s already basically made the decision for me, because I know he’s right.  I am totally making excuses, but for good reason.

Okay, there really is no good reason to keep avoiding her.

I sigh again, pulling the phone back out of my pocket.  My eyes move back and forth as I read and reread Kyras name on the screen; my finger flirting with the send button situated just underneath her picture.

“Fuck.”

I mutter; closing out that screen and pulling up the twitter app instead.  I click into the DMs and scan the messages, looking for one in particular.  One that I hadn’t ever replied to, although I had drafted a reply.  Finding it, I press my finger to the small picture on the side and reread the message from that day.

Lucy – I hope my tweets haven’t been too intrusive. I merely noticed your current situation and felt that any kind of positive response may be welcomed. If not, feel free to let me know. I understand how difficult it must be – your entire personal life laid bare and used as the butt of jokes for people like Eden Morgan. I just want you to know that, despite my reputation, I have it within me to be a friend. I’m not entirely unselfish in my attempts to extend this offer – this is a lonely business at times and even in the company of those you consider brothers, you can feel alone. I suppose what I’m trying to say is that… If you find yourself looking for a friend, then I’d be happy to be found. Yours with great respect and admiration – Gabriel.

I look up and around the room, thinking about his words.  How appropriate that he and I are slated to be partners at this approaching Synergy and even more appropriate that we’re facing the two people that we both hold a great disdain for.  They can poke fun at it all they want, but Gabriel’s been the only person to step up and offer me any kind of comradery since I’ve come here.  And not that fake shit that Eden spews out… A legit, true, honest show of respect.

That’s rare.

It’s pitiful that it’s so rare.. especially in a business such as ours.

I click down on the bottom, and watch as the keyboard on my phone comes to life.  Guess now is as good a time as any to respond…

Hey Gabriel – I know I’m a bit late in responding, but in all honesty I really couldn’t find the words to respond to your kindness.  I’ve been toying around with the thought of taking you up on your offer for weeks now, that much you know from the other night at the Melee.  As you well know, it’s not easy to put trust in other people, especially around the likes of Eden and Zane… not to mention everyone else around here.  I guess what I’m saying is that I’m looking forward to our partnership; and I’m looking forward to learning more about you, as friends. – Lucy

I press send and I immediately close out the app.  I’m not interested in watching for the little tick to turn blue and then nervously waiting for a reply.  Not that I’m nervous about how he’d respond.  I mean, why would I be?  I hear CJ moving around in the other room and I put my phone away, pulling myself back up to my feet and heading towards the sound of his movement.

“Did you talk to her?”

He asks as I step into the room.  I shrug my shoulders and move past him, opening up the refrigerator and taking stock of the contents.

“You didn’t.  Did you?  Lucy–“

“I will Ceej.  I promise.  I had to take care of something more important first.”

 

Date June 17th 2017 / Time 9:19PM / Status RECORDING
Location Chicago, Illinois

To say that I can’t believe that I’m in another match against Eden Morgan and Zane Scott would be an understatement.  The understatement of the century, really.   And if I said that it wasn’t supremely frustrating to know the fact that I haven’t come out of any of those contests on top; well, that would be the second biggest understatement of the century.  I’m tired of being put into the same matches, week in and week out.  I’m tired of being forced to fight against people who have no respect for this business or for the people who get out there night after night, day after day and put their bodies on the line the exact same way that those two pieces of shit do.   I don’t do this for the respect, but it sure as hell would be nice for a change – huh Eden?  Huh Zane? 

The two of you continually put me down, and you honestly think it makes you look better? 

Portraying me as a pile of hot garbage and then beating me doesn’t make you look like a world beater.  It doesn’t make you look like you’ve accomplished something grand, or spectacular.   No, it makes you look like you beat up something that ANYONE could beat.  So I honestly and truly hope that the shit you do on Twitter amuses you and makes you happy, because to everyone else you’re just a fucking idiot.  You can’t treat someone like shit and then throw yourself a party after you beat them… it doesn’t make sense.  According to you, you did what you always knew you could do.  What’s there to party about?  What’s there to be proud of? 

Or…..

Could it be that your bullshit and your disrespect are just a very badly conceived mask for your own fears and inadequacies? 

Noooo… It couldn’t be.   Zane Scott and Eden Morgan… the two biggest champions in this company… SCARED of people like me and Gabriel Baal?   Well that’s just preposterous.  That’s just idiotic.  I mean come on, Gabriel and I are nothing compared to the likes of you two, am I right? 

Wrong. 

You see, I know you’re scared of us.  You can play it off all you want, you can point out all our flaws and our shortcomings but at the end of the day – you are just like us.  You put your pants on one leg at a time just like we do.  You breathe air just like we do.  You bleed… Just like we do.  And when I came out there and gave Zane a taste of his own medicine.. I proved that I am capable of the same evil, the same malice that you are.  Both of you.  Yeah, sure.. The fans cheer Eden.  I guess they’re too stupid to see past all her lies and her deception.  There is nothing good about you Eden.   There is nothing good about what you represent and what you stand for.  You are a terrible human being, assuming that nothing much has changed since the last time we’ve talked.

I’m sure it hasn’t.

And Zane… you can dismiss me all you want.  You can play it off like I didn’t hurt you in the slightest; but I know better.  I got to you.  I surprised you.  Hell, you’re not the only one that was surprised when I clocked you with that chair.  I made you think, Zane.  You can deny it all you want, you can tell all you friends, or anyone that will listen that I’m just a blip on your radar, or that I’m just an annoying gnat flying around your head – and you just keep swatting at me, trying to get me to go away… But at the end of the day when you go home to your lonely ass life, when you’re sitting on your bed looking around at your pitiful existence – you think about me.  You think about the things that I’m capable of, you think about the things I’ve done… and you wonder.  You wonder if next time will be the time I make that bigger statement, because that’s all it was at the Melee…

A statement. 

A warning.

Are you going to heed my warning?  Are you going to read my statement?  No.  You’re not.  Because you’re an idiot.  You’re everything I’ve ever said you were, Zane.  You’re a broken record.  You’re a mediocre wrestler.  You’re a worthless piece of dog shit. 

But… But Lucy!  If Zane is so mediocre, then what does that say about your partner this week?

Let me tell you what that says about my partner this week… he’s facing Eden Morgan at Wrestlestock for the UGWC WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP… Zane fucking Scott is nothing to Gabriel Baal.  So, Zane… you won the Cross-Hemisphere Championship.. Good job.  Bravo.  But you aren’t going for the big prize.  You still aren’t good enough. 

But… But Lucy!  You haven’t gotten a shot at the world title yet either…

That’s right.  I haven’t.  Lookie here folks.  Lucy Wylde is being a hypocrite again!!  That shouldn’t really be much of a surprise to a lot of you.  Considering I threw my holier than thou moral code out the window at Massive Melee, considering I went back on everything I’ve ever said since coming here to the UGWC… considering I’m just a drugged out, fucked up bitch.  Yep.  Shouldn’t really listen to a word I say, right ya’ll?   Shouldn’t really take anything I say to heart – Right Zane?  Right Eden?  Because you two aren’t hypocrites at all, RIGHT?  You two don’t EVER say one thing and do another…

Ever.

Real talk here?  I’m coming into Synergy to hurt you.  Both of you, and trust me when I say that this little match is going to be nothing like that ‘practice session’ that you two are thinking it’s going to be.  We aren’t here to feed your egos.  We aren’t here to make you two feel better about yourselves or to give you a glimpse into what the future holds, because darlings?  The future isn’t looking too good for you.  Gabriel and I are going to… win or lose… we’re going to show you, and the rest of this roster that you two aren’t the ‘Gods’ that you think you are.  You will fall, whether it be at our hands or not, and believe me I’m going to enjoy every second of it. 

It’s not about the wins and losses anymore. 

It’s not about who’s from where, it’s not about who’s been here the longest.

No.

It’s about who is honest about what and who they are.  It’s about who can be the best them that they can be… and you guys?  Do you really think you can be honest about what you really are?  Do you really think you can handle the truth?  Because I don’t think you can.   I don’t think you ever will. 

Hello, everyone.  I’m Lucy Wylde and I’m about to fuck your entire world up.

Hope you’re ready for the onslaught.

I know I am.

 

OOC: Gabriel Baal and CJ Wylde used with Permission.