Post by Kylie Moore on Feb 28, 2021 20:40:44 GMT -5
Prologue
Why now?
"When most in this business see me they think of me doing the work of my father. They think of me trying to cleanse the business of the heathens that have consumed it. This is different. Many have asked me, Lucy, what took you so long to show up in Revolution1. Truth be told I had tried to stay away. I didn't want to cause a conflict of interest for Cecilia. I had only just recently convinced her to eventually be my wife, why would I want to add any strife to her shoulders by showing up in a company she helped run? How would that look to the outside world? She would look like she was playing favorites and I wasn't about that. I earn everything I get. I was going to stay away.
The, Kylie forced my hand. She kept running Cecilia down, week after week and month after month. Cecilia made me promise not to do anything. She said she had it under control... I broke my promise.
Cecilia, this is not a promise I regret breaking, on the contrary. I am happy I broke this promise. I broke it for the right reason. I didn't do this out of spite or hatred. I did this out of love for you. I want to honor you and that includes leading myself, Portia, and Amelia to victory over Dorian, Johnny, and Khaos. We are one and we will serve you well my love. The war is waged and only ONE team can come out victorious.
Spoiler alert... it will be us!"
Scene 1
Sin Reactions
I held my head as the ice melted a bit. Cecilia kissed my lips softly as she looked at the trainer.
"How is she, doc?"
The trainer nods as he looked at Cecilia.
"All is well. She will be cleared to go at Allegiance. She took a nasty shot to the head but all they managed to do was bruise and lacerate her a bit. No concussion. Same goes for the other two."
Cecilia let out a sigh of relief as she helped me up off the table. I nodded to the trainer as Cecilia and I began walking down the hallway. We found our way to Cecilia's office. She smiled as I had a seat.
"Oh, just wait until I get my hands on those little fuckers. I am going to..."
Cecilia cut me off.
"For now you are going to chill. Getting worked up now does nothing for us at Allegiance. Focus your hatred and energy on Allegiance and the War Games cage. You could have been hurt. This is why I didn't want you getting involved."
I stood up and took Cecilia's cheeks in my hands.
"I wasn't going to let you keep getting bullied. You love this company. You are here because you are passionate about this company and this buisness. A passion Kylie once had. She once loved this business. She was a hell of a wrestler but she let the fame go to her head. She is now all about the money and drumming up whatever drama she can on social media. She cares more about social media and her MMA career than she does her own staff. YOU had to foot the bill to resign Sara Cross, albeit Kylie wanted her here and to this day I don't know why. YOU had to resign Case and Trey when they demanded more money. YOU signed Khaos, Cerise, and Aphrodite. All while little miss perfect sat in an office and got rich off your investments."
Cecilia pulled away and wiped a tear from her eye.
"If something happens to you in that cage, I won't be able to help. I won't be able to save you."
I turned her around and took her hands in mine.
"Then don't. Let me take my beatings as I give them some of my own ass whippings. You can't always save me."
Cecilia interjected her own words of wisdom.
"With you involved, it is more than just a business. It is our livelihood. It is our relationship. If I can't save you because you are being too stubborn, then who is to say you will ever allow me to save you again?"
I laughed as I looked away, fighting back on my own tears.
"I will be fine. WE will be fine. We will make sure we survive this. Amelia, Portia, and myself are going to show that we are head and shoulders better than this ragtag group of misfits. We will not allow them, or that little anorexic bitch, to have any influence on the future of us or this company. If you wouldn't mind, I am going to the studio for a bit. I need to get some things off my chest."
Cecilia nodded as I kissed her softly. I walked out as she had her head in her hands. She needed to let me fight for her honor. She wasn't accustomed to anyone wanting to fight for her but I would stop at nothing to make sure she was respected. Amelia, Portia, and myself HAD to win. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Losing was not an option.
Scene 2
Calling a Bitch a Bitch!
The scene opened to me standing in front of the War Games cage which was already being put together in the arena. I looked up as I walked over to the ring crew. I looked at them as they nodded and let me inside the cage. I was in awe of the structure. I had been in many multi person matches in my career but never anything this demanding. I could almost hear the crowd as I looked around the now empty arena. I walked to the middle of the two rings. I smirked as I spoke.
"This is it. The imposing structure known as War Games. This match has been known to make or break careers and I will be damned if I am the latter. You see, I am here not as a wrestler but as a lover. I am here to fight for the honor of the one I love. I look across the poster for this event and I see three names who have no clue about honor and love. I see three individuals who can never coincide as a team."
I walked to the turnbuckle and had a seat. I laughed as I shook my head side to side.
"Dorian Rhodes. You are having a remarkable beginning to your career. You came into Revolution1 guns a blazing. You gained the hearts of the fans and your colleagues alike. You gained respect. My question is this. Why would you throw that away teaming with the likes of Johnny Stylez and Samantha Voxx? Two individuals who can't win titles so they steal them. You are so far above them that you can't even see that they are weighing you down. They are a suicidal person ready to say goodbye to a world and you are the chair supporting them. I say, don't support them anymore. Let them fall to their own folly. You deserve better Dorian. I hope to Satan that you see that.
If you don't, that's fine. I will dispose of you just as quickly as I praised you. It won't bother me one bit. I will make damn sure that you remember being in that cage. Steel is an unforgiving metal. Remember that much. As unwavering and unforgiving as the steel is, I haven't forgotten what you did on Sin. I won't forget. I will make you fucking pay."
I hopped off the turnbuckle and ran the ropes a few times. I laughed again as I laid down and looked up at the top of the cage.
"I like to imagine that this is what it is like being Johnny Stylez. Laying here, flat on my back, realizing that I will never reach the top. How does it feel, Stylez? How does it feel to know that the bottom is all you will ever get? Seeing people like Amelia, Portia, and Anya Coyle succeeding while you aren't even able to lick their wounds. You aren't worthy of carrying their baggage let alone being in the locker room with them. You need to come to the realization that charisma and swagger only gets you so far when you are a pussy ass bitch! You are what you preach out against. You are scared of being exposed and that is exactly what is about to happen. You know it. I know it. The world knows it."
I stood up quickly. I turned slowly and looked at the crowd. I smirked as I closed my eyes. I reopened them as they shined a crimson red. I laughed.
"Chaos begets chaos. Damien Carter, a name after my own heart. I am sure you know, I have a brother named Damien. Many thought he was the antichrist. What a surprise to the world when they got me instead. I am going to show why I am the one to fear. Do you know why I am named Lucy, huh Damien? My father is Lucifer... I am Lucy because, from birth, I was chosen to inherit the world. Just like Jesus was the chosen one for Yahweh, I was the chosen one of my father. I am here to prove why that is the case. I am here to prove that I am taking over the world. I am going to cleanse the Revolution1 roster much like is my normal calling. This isn't a sacrifice of my father, this is a more personal vendetta that you just found your ass in the middle of. I have no quarrel with you, just the wretched hag that you are representing."
I began scaling the cage. I pulled myself up, inch by inch and piece by piece. I perched high atop the cage as I looked down to the ring. I smiled as I loved the view. I took my phone out of my pocket as I gave a bird's eye view of the ring.
"Kylie, Kylie, Kylie. You are going to be the reason your roster gets decimated. You have already run off Drago, Tamika, and Meghan because you were so focused on Cecilia that you couldn't keep them protected. You are so focused on your own agenda and your own MMA career that I don't think you even know who all is on your roster anymore. I bet you are oblivious to the goings on of the wrestling world. Do you see the Left Hand bullshit building up in fed after fed? Does it bother you that they may one day come for Revo? I doubt it even phases you because you love controversy. You love being the center of attention. You love the profits that could come from your roster members being hospitalized.
On Sin, you guys won the battle but at Allegiance, we win the War."
I climbed down the cage to the outside and walked back up the ramp as the scene faded to black.