Post by Magdalena Lockheart on Jun 2, 2018 21:09:19 GMT -5
This story is supposed to be about the Massive Melee. It’s supposed to be about Travis Pierce. It’s supposed to be about the attack that he performed on me two weeks ago and about the Cross Hemisphere Championship that he would call his own. This story is supposed to be about that, and, how I plan on not only taking that championship away from him, but entering the over-the-top-rope battle royal known as the Melee as well. This story is supposed to be about how I have a foolproof plan to be victorious not once, but twice in the same night. It’s supposed to be.
But it’s not.
I’m going to beat Travis Pierce for the Cross Hemisphere championship. Call it karma, call it a gut feeling. And I’m going to then walk into the Massive Melee irregardless of whatever physical condition I happen to be in. I’m going in as one of UGWC’s smallest fighters, surely one of the easiest to eliminate on paper - but that ring has a tendency to suspend and sometimes disprove all logical belief - and I’m going to dominate that match too. I’m going to eliminate Pierce and every member of the Court myself if given the chance to. I’m not just saying these things because it sounds nice to; this is not my conjecture nor is it a baseless argument seen on Twitter.
I don’t randomly threaten. I don’t shoot with a blindfold on.
Bullets don’t have names on them. Not unless you etch them. Bullies, people who push their weight around for the sake of it, never consider the consequences until they’re forced to face them. Terrorizing locker rooms, kidnapping champions, binding superstars in chains and injecting them with a paralytic agent. These are the things that have happened in recent weeks, and in the schema of it all, they’ve gone mainly unchecked. Attacks from behind, attacks backstage, attacks for the sake of attacking. Sucker punches from cowards who covet fame and status and shiny gold belts above all else…
Don’t be shocked when push comes to shove. Don’t be surprised when consequences come back, I say. What you send around eventually comes back to you; and oftentimes a lot meaner and a lot scarier than whatever it was that you did. Bullies like to push around the people who they think won’t push back. But eventually, they push and they push until they push around the wrong person. Eventually, people like the Pierces and Baals of the world fuck up.
Then they have to pay.
No, this is not a story about Magdalena Lockheart going into Massive Melee as a side-piece and walking out her own person. It’s not about Magdalena Lockheart going into the night a star, and leaving the night a force to be reckoned with. This isn’t about Magdalena Lockheart overcoming the odds and the competition to walk out as champion and Massive Melee winner.
But it’s damn sure going to look that way.
I don’t randomly threaten. I don’t shoot with a blindfold on. Bullets don’t have names on them - but all of the ones in my magazine do. And ironically, I haven’t etched a single one of ‘em myself. And when I say that I’m taking aim, metaphorically I’m saying that I’m a damn good shot. And when I say that I don’t randomly threaten, I mean it. Because I don’t make threats. Threats are too easy to ignore.
I make promises.
And I keep them.
Cause you see, I’m not the type of person to hold a grudge. I’m not even a bad person, believe it or not. At least, I wouldn’t think so. But there’s only so much pushing you can fucking do to the world before the fucking world pushes back. And you know who you are… and you know who you pushed too far.
I know what you want… and I know why you did what you did. The aforementioned ‘superstars’ of this company put their names on my list. They did for fame. For an ‘improved’ legacy. For competitive edge. After awhile, the whys don’t matter anymore. The fact remains that they pinned the targets on their backs. The truth is that they dared me to do something about it.
So I’m going to hit ‘em. I mean, I’m going to hit them back. And I’m going to hit them hard… I’m going to hit them where it hurts. I’m never going to slow down and I’m not going to stop. Call it what you want, senseless vengeance or righteous anger; it’s not going to be fair, and it sure as hell won’t be pretty. But beauty is the least of my worries at this point. It will be what it has to be; if not for my sake but for the sake of my own… Lucy Wylde.
My name is Magdalena Marie Lockheart, and this story isn’t about the Massive Melee.
But it will start there.
This is a story about how you hated the world yesterday you can change the world tomorrow.
This is a story about the Future, and how I’m going to shape it.
The Future: “Sands of Time”
New Tomorrow
Two weeks ago, on the May 14th edition of Synergy, Gabriel Baal attacked Jason Ingalls. Baal made sure not only to orchestrate this attack during a tag match between Lucy and I and his fellow Court members, he made sure he put his damage up on the big screen. It was a distraction, of course, considering this wasn’t the first of the three Killing Joke members that Baal had attacked. Matter of fact, it was the second in as many weeks. Baal was using the tactic for many reasons, not the least of which should be his overwhelming lack of courage. It was also a trap. It was meant for Lucy to see. It was meant to draw her in. Like a hero, Lucy did go after Jase, almost immediately after seeing Baal’s face on the tron screen; after hearing Baal’s sickening banter echo throughout the UGWC Arena on the PA speakers.
But she went after him... alone.
May 14th Edition of Synergy // UGWC Arena
Backstage // Post-Show
Lucy went after Jase, but her search came up empty. By the time she had rounded back to the locker room for Maggie, she had found her young girlfriend packing to leave.
Magdalena had just finished being checked and released from medical and was now gathering her things for the trip back to New York. Still sweaty and clad in her ring gear, Maggie tossed her stuff back into the bag haphazardly. The fresh change of clothes that she had laid out were slammed in, along with the soaps and the shampoo that she brought for her ritualistic post-match shower. Maggie slammed the lid of the suitcase closed and had beat on it several times before it was shut enough to zipper up.
Lucy watched from the threshold as Maggie took her rage out on her luggage. Maggie didn’t know she was there until the beleaguered UGWC Champion shuffled over to the bench. Lucy plopped down on the wooden bench behind Maggie, startling her. Fearing another sneak attack, Maggie jumped and spun on the balls of her feet with her fists cocked. She almost swung at Lucy, but the unmistakable look of her girlfriends long, golden hair kept Maggie from assaulting the wrong person by accident.
Lucy sighed deeply. She was slumped over on the bench with her eyes directed at the floor. Maggie took a few deep breaths.
“Jesus Christ-” Maggie exclaimed. “I thought you were...”
“Who?” Lucy asked, peering upward at Mags.
“Pierce.”
“Oh.” Lucy lowers her head again, “Sorry to disappoint you.”
Maggie sighed. She didn’t take Lucy’s sarcasm as being funny at the time.
“No. It’s not a disappointment,” she replied. “How’d things with Jase go? Did ya find him?”
Lucy sighed and shook her head.
“Well-” Maggie tossed her suitcase on the floor. “I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry? Ugh. I feel bad. I had a feeling that Baal would go after him next. I should have said somethin-”
“It’s not your fault Maggie.” Lucy replied. “It’s mine.”
Maggie shook her head. She placed her hand on Lucy’s shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.
“It’s not your fault. None of this is. It’s Gabriel’s… all Gabriel’s...”
But Lucy didn’t seem to agree. Maggie threw her arms up and smacked her hips as they fell.
“It’s just not my fucking night, is it? I should just give up while I’m still ahead… ”
Maggie turns to Lucy expecting a response, but Lucy remained still. Her head still down, her eyes still fixated on the carpet between her feet.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that either. It’s just… I do feel like I let you down and… I... I don’t know. All I know is that I lost us that match and that I have no idea what just happened out there.”
“Seriously? That’s what you’re concerned about? The match? It’s okay. It was just one match. You’ll bounce back from this. You always do, Maggie. It’s what you’re good at.”
“It’s not okay Luce. I let you down again. It’s like all that I ever do. One minute I’m standing there, and the next thing I know I was lying on my back and you’re there telling me to get up...”
“Yeah. I saw you down on the mat… I saw Pierce leaving the ring. I tried to get back to you, but I got tangled up with Jet on the outside.”
Maggie looks down and grits her teeth, mumbling under her breath as she fiddles with the handle of her suitcase.
“..well if you wouldn’t have left in the first place..”
This finally brings Lucy’s eyes back up towards Maggie’s face, her eyes questioning… and angry.
“Excuse me?”
“...you heard me.”
She shakes her head in disbelief.
“If I hadn’t of left? Wow. And here it is.. The truth. Maggie’s true colors are coming out now. You know, I thought you were a grown ass woman, Maggie.”
“Excuse me?” Maggie snapped back.
“You know what your problem is?”
“Say it.”
“You’re acting like a fucking child. Don’t you get it? One stupid little tag match does not matter. Rogan is in the hospital. Jason Ingalls is gone. Gabriel Baal may have ended two careers, and the only reason why he did it was that he wanted to get to me. I’m the reason why people are suffering, Maggie. It’s my fault that Baal hurt my friends. But I’m guessing that none of that matters to you. Because you’re Maggie Lockheart, and the only person you care about is yourself.”
Maggie still for a moment, her eyes welling with tears. But she couldn’t let herself cry. She did not want to provide any more evidence to the notion that she was childish. Lucy, however, was letting her emotions show.
“Well” Lucy continued. “If Gabriel attacked Rogan last week, and Jason tonight, who do you think he’s coming after next, hmm?”
“You.” Maggie replied.
Lucy shook her head.
“No.” She snapped back. “He’s going after everyone that I care about! And I can’t let that happen, Maggie! I can’t have him attack you too! Don’t you get it?”
Choked up, Maggie sniffled and dabbed at the tears that had somehow managed to escape. She grabbed her luggage and made her way toward the door.
“...where are you going?”
Maggie turned for a moment, and a single tear fell down her cheek.
“I’ll be out in the car if you need me,” She replied. “And for the record, it wasn’t stupid. Being your partner was all that I have ever wanted to do. I’m sorry that I let you down.”
Lucy sat up, her eyes filled with tears.
“Please-” She pleaded, reaching an arm out to take Maggie by her shoulder. “Don’t go out there alone-”
“Don’t worry about me Luce.” Maggie replied, tugging away from Lucy’s grasp. “I’ll be fine, and besides- I care too much about myself to let anything happen to me anyway.”
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She went right after she made sure that I was okay. She went because I told her to. It was too late though. Jase was gone. Gabriel’s orderlies were gone. Gabriel himself was nowhere to be found.
I’m sure she knew it. I’m sure she felt it: The Killing Joke was gone, too. In that moment, she was alone. She had no one to have her back; no one but me. But who am I? I’m the one who was jealous of them. Jealous of what those guys were for her… jealous of what they meant to her. I was jealous of Rogan MacLean and Jason Ingalls because of what they could do for her. How they could elevate her and be there for her. I was jealous of them, and now they’re gone.
Lucy was by every definition of the word ‘alone’. Rogan and Jase were gone now, but I was the one who made her feel that way.
You see, I only had a small part of the story. I saw her turn her back on me, so I turned my back on her. It’s the fault in my stars - I always treated people the way that they wanted to be treated. I always treated them the same way that they had treated me. I thought I saw the truth; I thought that I saw through her. I saw Lucy running toward the backstage area, toward Jase, and I saw her running away from me. I felt her leave me in the ring mid-match…
But what do I know? I’m just Lucy’s angry little sidekick… I’m Lucy’s jealous little understudy. I didn’t see the big picture. I’m not capable of it. I didn’t understand what was really going on. This is not self-deprecation. These are facts.
I didn’t see Lucy stop at the top of the ramp. I didn’t see her coming back for me. I was on my back counting the lights thanks to Travis Pierce. I didn’t see it because Travis Pierce took his anger out on me. When I woke up, Lucy was there. She didn’t abandon me like I had thought. She didn’t leave me alone like I felt that she did. She didn’t choose the Killing Joke over me. She’s smarter than I am. She’s stronger in every way. She’s been around the block a lot longer than I have. She did not turn her back on me. She trusted me. Jase needed her help more than I did. I’m the one who let Gabriel’s grand distraction get to me. I’m the one who didn’t see Pierce coming.
I’m the one who took the fall.
I’m the one who failed. But I didn’t fail because of Pierce’s sneak attack. I didn’t fail when I didn’t kick out at three. The truth is that I failed that night when I turned my back on Lucy. I failed when I turned my back on the love of my life. I failed when I didn’t trust her… and when I didn’t trust myself… when I failed to trust her trust in me.
My dearest lie was thinking that she should have stuck by me… that she should have saved me. No, she shouldn't even have been there. I didn’t need saving. Lucy was only doing what she should have done. She should have tracked down Gabriel Baal. She should have tried to end that threat once and for all. I should have kept my eyes on Eden and Jet. Or perhaps maybe I should have been running up that ramp beside her.
I should have had her back like I promised that I would. Tag match be damned. Some things are just more important than victories and momentum. Some things matter more than wins and losses and our rankings on a ‘cool’ board.
My dearest lie was that I thought that I was smart enough. I thought that I could figure out what the truth was. The only truth that I ever figured out in my entire life is that I’m a liar. I’ve lied about almost everything my entire life, after all. I’ve lied and I’ve cheated every system I’ve ever been apart of and I’ve been rewarded every time. I’ve had a championship rookie year, and my childhood hero is my girlfriend. So to say I’ve been rewarded ‘graciously’ doesn’t even do it justice. I’ve lied and I’ve lied again, I just never figured that the one person who believed my lies the most would be…
Me.
Lucy Wylde paid the price for my mistake… and now she’s gone. But wherever she is, I just want her to know one thing: She’s wrong. I do care about someone a lot more than I care about myself. I had to do what Lucy Wylde would have done if it were me in her place.
And that’s why, with the help of another friend, I had to go looking for her.
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
May 23rd, 2018 // Southbound Interstate 95
Baltimore, Maryland // Early Afternoon
Magdalena didn’t know who else to turn to. Luckily for her it wasn’t a matter of reaching out to JC as much as it was JC demanding every bit of information he could find so that he could act on it.
Maggie’s phone rang almost immediately after the Synergy recap went off the air. Unfortunately at the time she was in no condition to answer it. It wouldn’t be until late on the night of the 22nd that she received the messages and the missed calls. JC was incensed that he had found out about the kidnapping of Lucy Wylde by watching it on the television. Maggie was enraged, too; but because she was there, and because she felt like she could have prevented it if she were stronger, more abled. They talked and agreed to meet up at Newark Liberty International Airport despite the doctors warning that flying would probably make her drug-induced migraine worse.
“I can’t thank you enough for meeting me out here.” Maggie said to JC just out front of the terminal.
JC gave a quick nod in response.
“I know that you probably wanted to go on your own. I appreciate you waiting for me to land-”
“Come on. We’re wasting time. Let’s go.”
Gabriel Baal was heard telling Lucy to say “hello” to her father for him. So the ultimate destination had to be Baltimore, to Lucy’s childhood home. It was the only clue that they had to go off of; and for Lucy’s sake it was worth checking out.
The truck barreled down the interstate. JC was pushing the limit, risking being pulled over in route. It would have been ironic, considering the police had been next to useless anyway. Briefly they had considered calling the detectives in Baltimore with the address, but they had decided that justice in this case needed a more personal touch. But the trip went mostly unhindered and quiet, the only exceptions being stopping for gas and a quick snack.
A full day had already passed since Lucy was taken - which meant that it was exactly one day too long.
“I sure hope we find her-” Maggie sighed as she rested her head on the passenger-side window glass.
JC said nothing in response.
“I hope she’s there. But is it wrong for me to hope that maybe Baal or her father is there, too?”
JC shook his head.
“Nope,” he replied in a grizzly tone. “I want them to be there too.”
“So you can kill ‘em…?” Maggie glanced over at JC. “Yeah… that’s what I thought.”
JC would occasionally scratch his beard as he looked off into the distance. The whites of his eyes were painted bloodshot as he contemplated what exactly it was that he would do should he find either Baal or Lucy’s father at the residence. Maggie, conversely, spent a lot of the trip hurting and feeling guilty. She didn’t want to let on that the effects of Baal’s attack and his poison hadn’t fully subsided.
“If you want to kill ‘em, fine. But you’ll have to get through me first to do it.” Maggie remarked.
JC turned his head slightly, glancing at Mags from over his right shoulder. He then shook his head.
“No offense, but… like that would be much of a challenge.”
“Oh really? So that’s how we’re gonna play this, huh?” She replied. “If that’s the case, then why’d you pick me up at the airport in the first place?”
“I told you, I needed the address.”
“Bullshit JC, I know you’ve been there before.”
JC looked off into the distance again.
“Believe it or not, I’m not one of the people out there that is offended by the nature of your relationship.” JC said, regarding Lucy and Maggie together as a couple. “But I will say that while I support Lucy in whatever she wants to do with her personal life, I don’t understand why you of all people...”
“Wow.” Maggie scoffed. “You really are a dick.”
JC shrugged.
“Lucy is thirty-four and you’re like, what, eighteen, nineteen?”
“Twenty-one you ass. But why does that even matter?”
“I don’t understand why she wants what she wants. She’s my best friend, and the person that I trust the most. She never told me why she decided to go out with you, but it’s not for me to question. Don’t worry. I won’t stand in the way.”
Maggie turned her face away. She briefly stared out the window, watching that world pass her by.
“I guess appreciate that...”
Maggie’s voice trailed off.
“While we’re on the subject, why you?”
JC turned his gaze once again.
“Why would Lucy pick you to be her best friend?” Maggie asked. “And what’s your deal with her, anyway? I know that you’re gonna say that you’re married and shit- but I see the way you look at her.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” He replied succinctly.
“Let’s just face it. Another time, another life perhaps, right? I’ve seen that look in people’s eyes before. Guess what? I see that very same look when I look into a mirror. You can say what you want, but the eyes tell the whole story. You love her, don’t you?”
JC refused an answer.
“That’s what I thought. You do love her, and that’s why you’re driving down to Baltimore right now to save her-”
“Correction.” JC cut Maggie off. “We’re driving down to save her. We’re doing it because right now she needs us. She would do the same thing for either of us.”
“Yeah...” Maggie nodded. “...she would.”
The truck screeched to a stop in front of a house at the address that Maggie had provided. The neighborhood was teeming with all walks of life, nothing atypical for Baltimore at this time of day. Maggie wondered aloud about ‘perhaps parking a block away to not arouse suspicion’ but JC didn’t drive all this way to be diplomatic. JC exitted the truck first and Maggie wasn’t too far behind; the former OWF superstar had his steel toed boots stomping through the front yard on the shortest path toward the front door. Maggie had to jog to catch up.
“So… uhh,” Maggie began while trying to keep up with JC’s long strides. “You take the front. I’ll go around back to make sure that no one-”
But before Maggie could finish her thought, JC stormed forward with no hesitation and kicked the front door in; nearly right off of its hinges.
“Gary Johnson!” He shouted into the home. “Show yourself!”
Maggie stood at the threshold for a moment, next to the shattered doorway. The sound of the door shattering had apparently alerted some of the neighbors.
“This is why we can’t just go rushing in.”
Maggie entered the home moments later and noticed the same thing that JC did almost immediately after kicking the door. There was no one in the living room, no lights or sounds that would indicate a presence in the bedrooms, no smell of food emanating from the kitchen. JC went from room to room, busting through each doorway as if he were expecting Gary Johnson standing there. Eventually he had returned to the main living area, hands on his hips and a scowl on his face.
“It’s empty. Fucking empty!”
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
This maybe the night that my dreams might let me know
All the stars are closer, all the stars are closer, all the stars are closer
If wanting something bad enough was good enough to make it happen, then Lucy would have been there.
Correction, she wouldn’t have been kidnapped at all. Rogan MacLean wouldn’t be injured and Jason Ingalls wouldn’t be stuck somewhere in his own personal hell. But the story would go on, painfully, as days turned into a week-plus with no leads on Lucy’s whereabouts. For over a week, I wondered about Lucy’s condition and if she was even alive at all. And unless a person had been through a similar situation where they weren’t sure if the one that they loved was alive or dead then they wouldn’t understand; and I simply won’t waste my time trying to explain it.
But what it did to is make me grow. What it did do is offer me a glimpse of perspective - at least a perspective that was outside of the one that I had called my own.
As I have stated many times before, I am a liar. But when you’re facing your greatest fear head on with no power to change it and absolutely no control to stop it or stay away from it, you find yourself faced with a choice. Either you hang on to the delusion that you have the power to fix everything or you start to look inward at the things that you can fix. Nothing will change the fact that I failed to protect Lucy Wylde and that I failed again to find her. But what I change is what tomorrow may bring - and I can change it by fixing myself today.
I am a liar.
I lied when I said that I was a good person.
I was a good person.
Not anymore.
June 3rd, 2018 // Massive Melee
The Quicken Loans Arena // Cleveland, Ohio
“...in a few moments you’re set to take on Travis Pierce for the Cross Hemisphere Championship, and should you be able to after that particular contest, you’re listed as an entrant in the Massive Melee as well. But I’ve got to ask you, first thing’s first: how’s Lucy doing?”
A twinge. A month ago I would have been a little bit jealous that Grey Coppi had just asked me first thing in my interview how Lucy Wylde is doing. But given the circumstances, I’m okay with it.
I shrug my shoulders.
“Well ya know Grey there are a lot of folks interested in what Lucy’s condition is right now. All I have to say is that you’re just going to have to wait and see.”
“Does that mean that she will be here tonight to defend her World title?”
“You’re just going to have to wait and see.”
“Alright then. Onto matters at hand. Travis Pierce had some harsh words to say about you last week. It’s my understanding that he doesn’t see you as much of a challenge. What are your thoughts on that?”
I shrug my shoulders again.
“That, I think, Travis Pierce is going to have to wait and see.”
Truth be told, I do have something to say. But Pierce is going to get that from the end of my fist; and the feeling of the bottom of my wrestling boot stomping his head into the mat. What Pierce did to me is not lost on me; I may have been ‘distracted’ in some sense with Lucy’s kidnapping but now my focus is on tonight and on what I need to do to make sure that the right people pay for the shit that they’ve done. And frankly, that all starts with Pierce. I’m going to take away his crutch; the last thing holding him up to any semblance of relevance and the experience will humble him.
Honestly, I hope he crumbles.
“...so if you do win and become the Cross Hemisphere champion, and even if you don’t… should we ‘just wait and see’ how you perform in the Massive Melee as well, then?”
Grey…
Words do hurt you know.
“When I win and become UGWC’s newest champion, newest Cross Hemisphere champion, I do plan on walking into the Melee, yes. But I’m going to be doing so representing the Cross Hemisphere championship, and the UGWC, and the people here in Cleveland and the folks watching at home who spent their hard earned money to see us do what we do. Those people expect a fight, they expect a brawl and I’m going to give it to them. If last week has proven anything, I’m just too stubborn to keep down. I don’t give a damn about the odds or the numbers or what the projections might say. There’s a huge difference between what should happen and what will happen. One is a mere prediction of the future and well...”
I am the Future.
“I gotta be honest with you, Grey. I may have been forgiving in the past but Magdalena Marie Lockheart never forgets. People like you expect me to go out there hell-bent on ruining the nights of the Court, and you’re absolutely right, because that’s exactly how I am and that’s exactly what I plan to do. But it doesn’t just stop there now Grey, does it? There’s Mizore Payne, Necron and Bordy- all mostly competent and competitive people who want to win the Melee too. There’s folks from Chill and stalwarts from the main roster who would all love to be the one who can claim to be the Massive Melee winner. There’s even Kem Dynamo and the CoolKids, folks who run their mouths on Twitter, with the former using every other tweet as a potshot to bash Lucy Wylde, even when she’s not here to defend herself.”
And, in all honesty, I’m holding back.
“We’ve got all of the biggest names mixed in with a variable ‘who the fuck are you’ crew and they’ve all got their eyes on the prize. But they don’t know why they want it. They just want bragging rights, a big victory, a shot at the World Title, a chance to reclaim past glory or an opportunity to start anew. Whatever it is, they don’t really have a fucking clue of why it is that they really want this - they don’t have a reason or an excuse. Magdalena Marie Lockheart has a reason, and that reason is Magdalena Marie Lockheart is going to make a statement out there in front of the crowd and in front of the world- Magdalena Marie Lockheart is tired of their shit, and Magdalena Marie Lockheart is going to win this Melee just so they can’t.”
“I-I’m sorry. Did you just say that you were going to win the Melee just so everyone else couldn’t?”
“Yeah. That’s what I said. Feel free to print it… put it up on the UGWC Network or even on the CoolTube Network if you want. It’s not something that I’m ashamed of, and besides, it’s not like I’m going to be able to do much with a World Championship title match anyway.”
The look on Coppi’s face says it all. Perplexed, confused, stunned- you name it.
“Well that’s… uhm… that’s interesting...”
“Is it, Coppi? Or are you just saying that? Are you saying that because the odds aren’t in my favor? Or because you don’t believe that I can win it at all? Well I’ve got news for you and for everyone sitting around in the back possibly watching this right now. I don’t give a damn who you are, if you’re stepping up to me or if you’re stepping up to Lucy, I don’t even care if your name is across ours on the marquee, you’re an enemy. You’re a target. And tonight that ring is going to fill up with a litany of people from all walks of life and yet they all have one thing in common and that is they all want their shot at Lucy; they want their shot at taking away the one thing that Lucy Wylde worked so hard to obtain. And not only that, she did it the right way. And I’m not going to specifically name names, because that would be pointless. There’s only one person in that ring tonight that I feel like I can trust. Everyone else will do whatever it takes, they’ll kick, they’ll bite, they’ll claw, and they’ll scratch. They’ll maim and they’ll kidnap and they’ll drug you too apparently- except that one lone person in the Massive Melee and that person is me.
But I’m not saying that I’m a good person. I just realize now that there are times in this life where standing up for yourself may mean that you have to lower yourself to their standards… to their level… and beat them at their own game. And that’s my motivation, Grey. For Pierce, and for everyone. I don’t trust a single fucking person out there to lace up my boots. Even if they think that they could, I promise them that reality is much farther away than their eyes will allow them to see. Because they just don’t get it. I am the opportunist, but I’m also the artist. Maybe it took Payne bashing me in the skull with a baseball bat or Baal sticking a needle into my neck to bring it out of me. But the future of the UGWC is up for grabs tonight and that’s one opportunity that I simply cannot allow to fall to anyone else!
Because really, Coppi, that’s what it’s all about. I AM THE FUTURE of the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition… and I AM THE FUTURE of the professional wrestling industry! Tonight isn’t just about winning, it’s about staking a claim. It’s about making sure UGWC’s tomorrow is better than what UGWC’s yesterday ever was. UGWC needs a clean house and a new face and someone who isn’t going to hesitate to curb stomp out of the next piece of shit who steps out of line or tries to leverage the next shortcut. There are consequences for everything that we do, Coppi; and tonight there’s 18 other stars out there that are going to learn the hard way that the last thing that any one of them wants to do is to piss me off! And no, it’s not all their fault, but I’m walking out there tonight to build UGWC a new tomorrow. And any one of them can look back on this moment and look at the Travis Pierces and the Gabriel Baals and say to them… Look at what you just made Maggie do.”
