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Supercard Archives / KAIN/MERCEDES VARGAS (c) v LACHLAN LNE/SIERRA W
« on: November 03, 2018, 11:54:21 PM »
August 30 - 2:30 a.m.
Following Division: Battlefront IV
Bridgewater’s Pub, Philadelphia
He didn’t know how many glasses he had already drank, but judging by the looks the bartender kept shooting him, Lachlan figured it was more than a few. Also judging by the way that everything in his vision was more than a little blurry...
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket for the fifth time in five minutes, but he didn’t even bother to check it. He knew it was probably one of two people, and neither one of them he wanted to talk to at the moment. After what had just happened mere hours ago at Battlefront, he was doing his best to wipe the night clear from his memory and pretend like it never happened. He signaled the bartender for another drink, but the man frowned at him.
“I think you’ve had enough there, pal,” he said.
Lachlan slammed his hand down on the bar. “Look, I haven’t had a great night, alright? Don’t make it any worse for me.”
The bartender shook his head, but ended up relenting and poured Lachlan another glass of whiskey. Taking the glass in hand, Lach downed nearly half of it in one swallow, wincing as it burned down his throat.
A hand on his shoulder made him glance to his right, where he saw a petite blonde woman giving him a flirtatious smile. He turned back to his drink, hoping she would take the hint that he wasn’t in the mood for company.
“Hey there, hot stuff.” Clearly, she did not. “What’s a cutie like you doing drinking all alone?”
“Save it,” he grumbled. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Aww, that’s a shame,” she continued, pressing herself against his side. “You look like you know how to show a girl a good time.”
At that point, Lachlan decided that his night was over. All he wanted to do was get back to his hotel and pass out. He threw a few bills down on the bar to cover his tab, and started to stumble his way towards the door. The blonde, however, wasn’t going to give up as easily as he hoped.
“Where we headed, handsome?” she said, looping her arm through his.
He shrugged her off. “I’m leaving. You’re not going anywhere with me.”
She pouted. “Huh, you’re not as fun as I thought.” With a huff, she turned on her heel and headed back into the bar.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Lachlan began making his way down the sidewalk. After a few moments of stumbling and nearly walking into three lightposts, he decided that maybe a cab would be a better option. He flagged one down and climbed into the backseat, giving the driver the name of the hotel and slumping down in the seat.
August 31 - 9:00 a.m.
The Logan Hotel
At first, he thought the pounding was all in his head. It certainly felt that way, as he rolled over to check the time on his phone. He groaned as the sunlight hit his face, wincing in pain as his head threatened to explode. Then he realized that someone was pounding on the door to his hotel room. He shoved the blanket back, realizing that he had fallen asleep in his clothes from the night before. He stood up and slowly made his way to the door, all the while the pounding growing louder and louder. “Christ Almighty, I’m coming!” he said as he unhooked the latch and swung the door inward.
On the other side stood a very livid-looking Sierra Williams.
Before his brain had time to process it, she had reared back and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back from the force of it, pressing a hand to his reddened cheek. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.
“That’s what you get, asshole!” she said, clenching her teeth. “Taking off after the match and not telling anyone, ignoring my calls and texts...even Kasey didn’t know where you were.”
Lachlan turned away from her and stalked across the hotel room, flinging himself into an armchair. “Maybe I felt like being alone,” he said. He knew he sounded petulant, but he couldn’t care less.
“What the hell for?” she shot back, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. “What happened to all that crap about not letting the match change anything between us?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to throw my feelings for you back in my face!” he nearly shouted, wincing as the throbbing in his head increased. “I knew you were a bitch, Sierra...I just didn’t think you were heartless.”
The room was silent for a moment, before she moved to sit in the chair across from him. Folding her hands together in her lap, she shook her head slowly. “You think I didn’t mean it?”
He scoffed. “I think you used it as a weapon. Then again, I really should have seen it coming, shouldn’t I? Everyone said that you were just using me to get ahead. But I was the idiot and I told everyone they were wrong about you.” He let out a mirthless laugh. “Shows what I know. I’m just the dumb naïve kid.”
Another beat of silence fell between them. “You really think after everything I’ve been put through by my exes that I would really use your love for me against you?” Sierra’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, showing a vulnerability that Lachlan had not seen from her. “I know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and trampled on by someone you thought you loved. And despite everything inside me screaming not to put myself through this again...I ended up falling in love with you.”
He lifted his head, staring at her in disbelief. “What?”
She leaned forward, kissing him and resting her forehead against his when she pulled back. “I love you, Lachlan. You’ve been there for me when a lot of people would have walked away. You accept me for who I am, and you’ve never made me feel like I had to be anyone else but myself around you. Even though you’ve got sunshine and rainbows coming out of your ass and I’m...well, you said it. I’m a bitch.”
He sat stunned for a minute before hanging his head in shame, pressing his face into the palms of his hands. “Lord Jesus, I really made a mess of this whole thing, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you pretty much did. I had a whole celebration planned for us no matter who won, but you had to go all Houdini and get shitfaced without me.” She curled up in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I know that maybe I didn’t choose the best time to tell you, and yes, I kind of did it to throw you off your game in the match, but I meant it, 100%.”
He hugged her tight to his chest, burying his face in her neck. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
They sat together quietly for a moment, Lachlan rubbing Sierra’s back and her running her fingers through his hair, before she spoke. “Just so you know, I still think you’re a dumbass.”
He chuckled, hugging her close. “Yeah, but I’m your dumbass.”
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Present Day
Grey Eagle Casino
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
“You may as well just call Sierra Williams and I ‘The House’, because we will win.”
Walking onto the scene with a cheeky smirk planted firmly on his face, Lachlan Kane maneuvered his way through the crowds of the Grey Eagle Casino. He was mostly ignored by the people around him, with the exception of a trio of young women who giggled to each other as he walked by and commented on his “cute ass”. He just smiled and shook his head as he continued on.
The Irish fighter known to SCW (and at this point, the world) as “The Scrapper” was dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, a black “Canadian Nightmare” shirt in homage to his lady love Sierra Williams, and his signature black leather jacket, finishing the look with a pair of red Converse sneakers. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he came to a stop in the middle of the casino floor.
“Now, I realize that High Stakes is not taking place in Las Vegas, but rather Tucson, Arizona...which is kind of a wasted opportunity, if you ask me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh well. Doesn’t matter where it’s being held, you’re still all going to get new SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions. After the show-stealing performance that Sierra and I put on at the last Climax Control, is there any doubt? Might as well just slap our nameplates on them right now.”
He smirked. “Sounds pretty arrogant, right? I get that from Sierra. I mean, I’ve always been pretty confident in my abilities. But she’s shown me that I need to step it up a bit. I don’t just need to show that I’m one of the best the wrestling world has to offer, I need to tell them. Because some people just don’t get it. People like Mercedes Vargas and Kain, for example. Despite their sound defeat at Climax Control, Mercedes tried to downplay our victory on Twitter. Saying that lightning won’t strike twice. Saying that our win was nothing but ‘beginner’s luck’.” Lachlan scoffed. “Sweetheart, we may be new to SCW, but Sierra and I are far from beginners. Between the two of us, we’ve wrestled all over the world. We’ve fought in tiny gymnasiums for a crowd of 50, to arenas packed with thousands. We’ve wrestled for nothing more that a chance to get our name out there, and now we’re collecting five-figure paychecks. We’ve fought hard to get to where we are today, and I’ll be damned if we’re going to be brushed aside like an afterthought.”
He paced the floor a few times, as a few onlookers looked his was curiously. No one was attempting to approach him however, either because they didn’t recognize him or were too intimidated.
“For starters...My name is Lachlan KANE. Yunno, like the other guy in this match? Different spelling, same pronunciation. It’s not really a difficult name to remember. Then again, when you spend all your time in the gym getting freak-level muscles, it’s a bit hard to exercise your brain, right?” Lach chuckled slightly. “Alright, that was a bit low-brow, I apologize. But I didn’t pour my blood, sweat and tears in rings all across the world for this industry for people to get my name wrong. And after High Stakes, I’m going to make sure that you remember who I am. You’ll be hearing that name all through the arena once the match is over, and Sierra and I are being announced as the new Mixed Tag champs. We were denied our opportunity for gold in Division, but we won’t be now. We’re going to lay claim to those belts, and we are going to run this company, whether you like it or not. I get that you two probably have a bit of a chip on your shoulder, thinking that these two newbies to the company shouldn’t be getting this opportunity right off the hop, but the fact of the matter is that the higher-ups know that Sierra and I are two of the foremost athletes in the world right now. They know that with us in the company, this place is going to become the hottest ticket. And when the two of us claim those belts...the stock value of SCW is going to skyrocket. Everyone will want in on this company with the two of us at the forefront. Division was well on its was to becoming a global sensation, before its unfortunate setback.”
He stopped pacing, squaring his body right in the centre of the camera frame. “Sierra may have called me the calm and honorable one, and for the most part she’s right. I’m not the kind of guy to take shortcuts in a match. I give respect where it’s due.” His expression went unreadable, but there was no mistaking the glint of determination in his baby blue eyes. “But that only goes so far. When someone blatanly disrespects me, it all goes out the window. And to be honest, I feel a little disrespected. So come High Stakes, Sierra and I are going to make sure that Kain and Mercedes, the two of you know that sometimes...lightning really does strike twice.”
With another little cocky smirk gracing his handsome face, Lachlan strolled past the camera as it faded out on the image of the casino floor.
OOC: sorry the ending is a bit rushed, wanted to get this up before first deadline.
Following Division: Battlefront IV
Bridgewater’s Pub, Philadelphia
He didn’t know how many glasses he had already drank, but judging by the looks the bartender kept shooting him, Lachlan figured it was more than a few. Also judging by the way that everything in his vision was more than a little blurry...
He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket for the fifth time in five minutes, but he didn’t even bother to check it. He knew it was probably one of two people, and neither one of them he wanted to talk to at the moment. After what had just happened mere hours ago at Battlefront, he was doing his best to wipe the night clear from his memory and pretend like it never happened. He signaled the bartender for another drink, but the man frowned at him.
“I think you’ve had enough there, pal,” he said.
Lachlan slammed his hand down on the bar. “Look, I haven’t had a great night, alright? Don’t make it any worse for me.”
The bartender shook his head, but ended up relenting and poured Lachlan another glass of whiskey. Taking the glass in hand, Lach downed nearly half of it in one swallow, wincing as it burned down his throat.
A hand on his shoulder made him glance to his right, where he saw a petite blonde woman giving him a flirtatious smile. He turned back to his drink, hoping she would take the hint that he wasn’t in the mood for company.
“Hey there, hot stuff.” Clearly, she did not. “What’s a cutie like you doing drinking all alone?”
“Save it,” he grumbled. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Aww, that’s a shame,” she continued, pressing herself against his side. “You look like you know how to show a girl a good time.”
At that point, Lachlan decided that his night was over. All he wanted to do was get back to his hotel and pass out. He threw a few bills down on the bar to cover his tab, and started to stumble his way towards the door. The blonde, however, wasn’t going to give up as easily as he hoped.
“Where we headed, handsome?” she said, looping her arm through his.
He shrugged her off. “I’m leaving. You’re not going anywhere with me.”
She pouted. “Huh, you’re not as fun as I thought.” With a huff, she turned on her heel and headed back into the bar.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Lachlan began making his way down the sidewalk. After a few moments of stumbling and nearly walking into three lightposts, he decided that maybe a cab would be a better option. He flagged one down and climbed into the backseat, giving the driver the name of the hotel and slumping down in the seat.
August 31 - 9:00 a.m.
The Logan Hotel
At first, he thought the pounding was all in his head. It certainly felt that way, as he rolled over to check the time on his phone. He groaned as the sunlight hit his face, wincing in pain as his head threatened to explode. Then he realized that someone was pounding on the door to his hotel room. He shoved the blanket back, realizing that he had fallen asleep in his clothes from the night before. He stood up and slowly made his way to the door, all the while the pounding growing louder and louder. “Christ Almighty, I’m coming!” he said as he unhooked the latch and swung the door inward.
On the other side stood a very livid-looking Sierra Williams.
Before his brain had time to process it, she had reared back and slapped him across the face. He stumbled back from the force of it, pressing a hand to his reddened cheek. “Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.
“That’s what you get, asshole!” she said, clenching her teeth. “Taking off after the match and not telling anyone, ignoring my calls and texts...even Kasey didn’t know where you were.”
Lachlan turned away from her and stalked across the hotel room, flinging himself into an armchair. “Maybe I felt like being alone,” he said. He knew he sounded petulant, but he couldn’t care less.
“What the hell for?” she shot back, walking into the room and closing the door behind her. “What happened to all that crap about not letting the match change anything between us?”
“I wasn’t expecting you to throw my feelings for you back in my face!” he nearly shouted, wincing as the throbbing in his head increased. “I knew you were a bitch, Sierra...I just didn’t think you were heartless.”
The room was silent for a moment, before she moved to sit in the chair across from him. Folding her hands together in her lap, she shook her head slowly. “You think I didn’t mean it?”
He scoffed. “I think you used it as a weapon. Then again, I really should have seen it coming, shouldn’t I? Everyone said that you were just using me to get ahead. But I was the idiot and I told everyone they were wrong about you.” He let out a mirthless laugh. “Shows what I know. I’m just the dumb naïve kid.”
Another beat of silence fell between them. “You really think after everything I’ve been put through by my exes that I would really use your love for me against you?” Sierra’s voice was uncharacteristically soft, showing a vulnerability that Lachlan had not seen from her. “I know what it’s like to have your heart ripped out of your chest and trampled on by someone you thought you loved. And despite everything inside me screaming not to put myself through this again...I ended up falling in love with you.”
He lifted his head, staring at her in disbelief. “What?”
She leaned forward, kissing him and resting her forehead against his when she pulled back. “I love you, Lachlan. You’ve been there for me when a lot of people would have walked away. You accept me for who I am, and you’ve never made me feel like I had to be anyone else but myself around you. Even though you’ve got sunshine and rainbows coming out of your ass and I’m...well, you said it. I’m a bitch.”
He sat stunned for a minute before hanging his head in shame, pressing his face into the palms of his hands. “Lord Jesus, I really made a mess of this whole thing, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you pretty much did. I had a whole celebration planned for us no matter who won, but you had to go all Houdini and get shitfaced without me.” She curled up in his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I know that maybe I didn’t choose the best time to tell you, and yes, I kind of did it to throw you off your game in the match, but I meant it, 100%.”
He hugged her tight to his chest, burying his face in her neck. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
They sat together quietly for a moment, Lachlan rubbing Sierra’s back and her running her fingers through his hair, before she spoke. “Just so you know, I still think you’re a dumbass.”
He chuckled, hugging her close. “Yeah, but I’m your dumbass.”
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Present Day
Grey Eagle Casino
Calgary, Alberta, Canada
“You may as well just call Sierra Williams and I ‘The House’, because we will win.”
Walking onto the scene with a cheeky smirk planted firmly on his face, Lachlan Kane maneuvered his way through the crowds of the Grey Eagle Casino. He was mostly ignored by the people around him, with the exception of a trio of young women who giggled to each other as he walked by and commented on his “cute ass”. He just smiled and shook his head as he continued on.
The Irish fighter known to SCW (and at this point, the world) as “The Scrapper” was dressed casually in a pair of dark jeans, a black “Canadian Nightmare” shirt in homage to his lady love Sierra Williams, and his signature black leather jacket, finishing the look with a pair of red Converse sneakers. He slid his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he came to a stop in the middle of the casino floor.
“Now, I realize that High Stakes is not taking place in Las Vegas, but rather Tucson, Arizona...which is kind of a wasted opportunity, if you ask me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh well. Doesn’t matter where it’s being held, you’re still all going to get new SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions. After the show-stealing performance that Sierra and I put on at the last Climax Control, is there any doubt? Might as well just slap our nameplates on them right now.”
He smirked. “Sounds pretty arrogant, right? I get that from Sierra. I mean, I’ve always been pretty confident in my abilities. But she’s shown me that I need to step it up a bit. I don’t just need to show that I’m one of the best the wrestling world has to offer, I need to tell them. Because some people just don’t get it. People like Mercedes Vargas and Kain, for example. Despite their sound defeat at Climax Control, Mercedes tried to downplay our victory on Twitter. Saying that lightning won’t strike twice. Saying that our win was nothing but ‘beginner’s luck’.” Lachlan scoffed. “Sweetheart, we may be new to SCW, but Sierra and I are far from beginners. Between the two of us, we’ve wrestled all over the world. We’ve fought in tiny gymnasiums for a crowd of 50, to arenas packed with thousands. We’ve wrestled for nothing more that a chance to get our name out there, and now we’re collecting five-figure paychecks. We’ve fought hard to get to where we are today, and I’ll be damned if we’re going to be brushed aside like an afterthought.”
He paced the floor a few times, as a few onlookers looked his was curiously. No one was attempting to approach him however, either because they didn’t recognize him or were too intimidated.
“For starters...My name is Lachlan KANE. Yunno, like the other guy in this match? Different spelling, same pronunciation. It’s not really a difficult name to remember. Then again, when you spend all your time in the gym getting freak-level muscles, it’s a bit hard to exercise your brain, right?” Lach chuckled slightly. “Alright, that was a bit low-brow, I apologize. But I didn’t pour my blood, sweat and tears in rings all across the world for this industry for people to get my name wrong. And after High Stakes, I’m going to make sure that you remember who I am. You’ll be hearing that name all through the arena once the match is over, and Sierra and I are being announced as the new Mixed Tag champs. We were denied our opportunity for gold in Division, but we won’t be now. We’re going to lay claim to those belts, and we are going to run this company, whether you like it or not. I get that you two probably have a bit of a chip on your shoulder, thinking that these two newbies to the company shouldn’t be getting this opportunity right off the hop, but the fact of the matter is that the higher-ups know that Sierra and I are two of the foremost athletes in the world right now. They know that with us in the company, this place is going to become the hottest ticket. And when the two of us claim those belts...the stock value of SCW is going to skyrocket. Everyone will want in on this company with the two of us at the forefront. Division was well on its was to becoming a global sensation, before its unfortunate setback.”
He stopped pacing, squaring his body right in the centre of the camera frame. “Sierra may have called me the calm and honorable one, and for the most part she’s right. I’m not the kind of guy to take shortcuts in a match. I give respect where it’s due.” His expression went unreadable, but there was no mistaking the glint of determination in his baby blue eyes. “But that only goes so far. When someone blatanly disrespects me, it all goes out the window. And to be honest, I feel a little disrespected. So come High Stakes, Sierra and I are going to make sure that Kain and Mercedes, the two of you know that sometimes...lightning really does strike twice.”
With another little cocky smirk gracing his handsome face, Lachlan strolled past the camera as it faded out on the image of the casino floor.
OOC: sorry the ending is a bit rushed, wanted to get this up before first deadline.