Listen. Let’s get down to business shall we? I know ya’ll want me to sit here and talk about Outlast, and how all of that went, right? How I wasn’t the one that betrayed Gabriel… How I stood by him the entire time, and how it ended up being that lech Eden who … well, you all know what the fuck she did.

You want me to say I told you so?

Want me to say that I’m glad I proved you all wrong, when most of you believed that I was trying to fuck my friend over?

Well, Sorry not sorry, folks.. but that’s not a talk I’m going to have with you. That’s a talk for Gabriel and I and the rest of you are not invited.

No, I don’t apologize for the choices I made and No, don’t regret what I did. What I do regret is that I have to keep showing everyone and their fucking brother that I’m not like everyone else. Do you realize how tiring that is?

Like I said, lets move on. K?

I don’t get world title shots, but once a year at Outlast… am I right? I find it funny… I’ve been here almost a year and I’ve watched what… three people lose the Cross-Hemisphere Championship and move on up to the World title.. yet here I am..

Not that I’m ungrateful, don’t get me wrong. I’m proud to hold this belt – I just find it funny that I’m going up against the world champ this week. I mean if you’re looking for someone to just lay down and let him pin me… then you’re barking up the wrong fucking tree. You wanted Mr. MacLean to have an easy first match as our World champ…

Well I’m sorry.. but as the Cross-Hemisphere Champ… And Gabriel’s friend… I can’t do that.

I’m sure you understand, Rogan.

 

Date September 29th 2017 / Time 2:19PM / Status Not Recording
Location Washington County Circuit Court – Hagerstown, Maryland

I’ve never understood how people in these places can look so calm. Regardless of what they’re here for.. be it a traffic ticket, a wedding… or divorce. Whatever the reason, I can’t figure out how everyone here isn’t wiping their palms off on their bottoms because they’re so sweaty… like I am. I can’t figure how they’re not looking around wondering if their life will ever be the same, after today… like I am.

I look around one more time as I wipe my hands off, before bringing my hands up to my face and staring at the palms – watching them shake, wondering what’s going to happen after today.

“Ms. Wylde.”

He startles me out of my thoughts. I look up and into the dark eyes of a man, balding… his lips pursed into a tight, forced smile. I’ve never seen him before, yet there’s something familiar about the particular tone of his voice.

“Y-yeah?”

“My name is William Hickerson, and I’m Mr. Wyldes–”

“Personal representative. Nice to finally meet you.”

I stand up and reach out my hand, trying to keep it still as he reaches out and grabs mine in a tense handshake.

“Wish I could say the same, Ms.”

My stomach starts doing somersaults, realizing that if Hickerson is here.. then CJ must not be far. The hearing starts in just few minutes. I finally look back at his attorney and I catch him staring at me.

“Where’s CJ?”

“Oh… I’m sorry to say that he’s not going to be able to make it today.”

He’s not here?

How.. How could he not be here?

“I see…”

I reply, not really sure what else to say. I honestly thought he would have at least showed up for this. I honestly still had the idiot thought in my head that he might come here today and tell me how ridiculous this is, and how he doesn’t want to live without me.. Even though he signed the papers and sent them back within days. I knew this was coming.

Like, I fucking knew.. so why am I so damned disappointed right now.

“Maryland law states that he doesn’t have to be here for this. You are indeed the only one that is required to show up for this meeting with the family law master.”

I barely hear him as my eyes dart around behind Hickerson, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man I loved for so long… the man who I know wouldn’t let this happen… Only to see person after person.. none of which measure up to him…

Or so I thought.

I hear a sound behind me and I turn to see the door to the meeting room open up, a brunette woman motioning to Hickerson and I. I take in a deep breath as I try not to throw up all over Hickerson’s nice, seemingly Italian shoes.

This is it.

“After you.”

Hickerson says spiritedly, a small smirk on his face as he motions for me to move into the room before him. I’m sure he’s just as happy to see me go as CJ is… It’s just too bad he didn’t want to say goodbye.

I did.

 

Date October 1st 2017 / Time 11:49PM / Status Not Recording
Location Johns Hopkins Hospital – Baltimore, Maryland

Nothing better to end a night than sitting in the hospital with your best friend, making sure he’s going to be able to make it home to his wife and baby.

Fucking Redemption.

Fucking Trent.

He’s burned, he’s lost a lot of blood, and his back could use some rest – which is lucky compared to how he could have ended up. I tried to get to the ring to help him. Jesus knows I tried. Fucking security for that piece of shit Carnage Wrestling was never that great when Kyra ran the joint… Now it’s like fort fucking knox trying to get over that barricade.

Standing there, watching Trent hit the man who was supposedly his best friend with a death valley driver onto that barricade – watching how JC’s body contorted with the impact.. I honestly thought Joe was going to be paralyzed. And to be helpless in getting to him? Having to watch them do something so heinous.. just like witnessing what Redemption and Angel did to CJ…

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

But at least he’s okay. Okay being a relative term… Kinda like I feel right now.

I wanted to tell him about CJ and I… But obviously now isn’t the right time. I know he and Stacy are still probably wondering why I was in their living room trashed out of my mind.. and I know Stacy wasn’t very happy about that.

I step off of the sidewalk and walk across the parking lot, unsure of where I want to go at this point. I could have stayed with him, but he told me to go – that he didn’t need to be babysitted.

Maggie needed to leave Baltimore right after the show, and truth be told… I miss her. She’s the only one I’ve told about the divorce. It was by accident. She’d been dealing with her own break up, and I’d let my guard down. I might have been a little drunk… Probably more than a little. But that’s not the point.

There’s so much cluttering up my head; so much–

HONK!!!

“The fuck lady?! Ya gonna get yaself killed!”

I jump back as the car moves slowly past me. Guess I moved a little too far into the street. My mind moves from CJ… to Gabriel… back to CJ… and ultimately it settles on Gabriel. The fuck was I thinking… Picking him for my team? He lost his belt because of me. Because I put him into two matches that night.

I worked my ass off to show him that I wasn’t trying to betray him… only to have to watch the look on his face when I ripped that mask off of Eden’s face. I might not have betrayed him, I might have proved myself…

But I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.

Not after Outlast.

So what the fuck do I do now? I can’t make him trust me. I can’t make him like me. I can’t even make him want to ever look at me again… So I guess I do the only thing I can do.. I keep going.

I build myself a new life and I let him come to me… if he wants.

 

Date October 6th 2017 / Time 10:01AM / Status Not Recording
Location Keller Williams NYC – New York City, New York

“Good morning Ms. Wylde! Here bright and early, I see!”

I nod my head and move into the office. Of course I’m here… I’ve been here for an hour now, just waiting for the office to open. I’ve never been this excited, nervous, afraid… in all my life. Well, that’s a lie.

That’s probably the sip of whiskey I had before I came in here talking… but what they don’t know.. won’t hurt them.

“Just excited to get this over with.”

“So this is your first home purchase?”

She turns as she asks, and I just reply with another nod. Last time I was doing this, we were buying that old plantation house. We were so excited… talking about how we were going to fix it up. How we were going to paint the walls and dig out the–

“Ms. Wylde?”

I look up and into her eyes, a look of confusion painted all over her face.

“Yes?”

“I was just asking if you’re familiar with the process…”

Shit.

I run my hand through my hair and play off my lack of attention with a nervous laugh and a smile.

“Actually, no.. I’m not entirely familiar. I just signed the papers last time, my husb… my ex-husband handled all of this.”

“Ah. I understand. Well, lets just sit on down here and we’ll get you taken care of. You picked a beautiful condo, Lucy.”

I really did.

Stunning, with a view that made me fall in love the moment I stepped foot on that deck. I can’t believe, when I think about it, that I enjoyed living in bum fuck Maryland for so long.. when views like the one I’m going to get to experience nearly everyday are out there, waiting to be experienced.

“Thank you. I’m really happy… It’s perfect for a new beginning.”

 

I’m sure you understand as well, Rogan, that everyone is now gunning for you. It just so happens that I’m after you for a different reason. I could come into this match and do what I always do.. PROVE something to someone. What would I be proving? That I’m more of a world champ than you could ever be.. or that you aren’t what you seem.. or that you simply got lucky at Outlast…

But why beat a dead horse? I’ve already proven everything I wanted to.

I’m here to win.

I’m here to continue on MY path and achieve MY goals. You and I have never faced, at least not to my recollection, Rogan. I’m looking forward to it. But in advance, I’m sorry for showing you up – considering you just won the belt and all. I’m sorry they decided to put you against me instead of someone like…

Like…

Oh wait, Vain.. you’re in this match too?

Hahahahah Just kidding. Just a little wrestler humor.

In reality.. I respect both of you. Alan. Rogan. I respect you both as competitors and I respect what you’ve accomplished. I will say though Alan… your choice in tag partners is especially terrible. But I think you already know that. I bet it feels amazing having all of that dead weight off of your shoulders.. I mean look at Killian.. what a loser.

But anyway…

Don’t want to waste too much time talking about someone who so obviously doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’ve all three been thrown into this match together, and we’re going to have to beat the holy hell out of one another until one of us comes out on top. And while you may have snuck in and won the world title, Rogan… Just think about what would have happened had I have actually wanted that belt at Outlast.

Think about it.

Why don’t both of you think about that as you’re waiting to step into that ring with me come Monday. If that’s what I can do when I don’t want something… Then what in the hell am I capable of when I do?

Bye Boys… See you soon.

 

OOC: Good luck Rogan & Alan!