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Rosewell, New Mexico
Last Year.
Sierra: You’re late
She sat with her arms folded over her chest, the small apartment that she’d called home was clean but not a place she wanted to be. Stuck in New Mexico due to an agreement with her ex Wulf Erikson. He stood in the doorway his head slowly looking down. He moved in and put the baby carrier on the table facing it towards Sierra as if to show Olivia was safe and sound, asleep and curled up with a blanket.
Sierra ground her teeth and shook her head pushing off the chair and walking into the next room as Wulf followed.
Wulf: Yeah Si I’m sorry I guess I just lost track of time and Olivia was asleep so-
Sierra: Stop….
She spun around coming face to face with him, his long blond dreadlocks were tied up and away from his face, his eyes were bloodshot and then Sierra smelt it. The unmistakable odor of marijuana. She took a deep breath in and tried to calm herself, her temper starting to flare up. That latina side that caused her to get suspended from school as a child and what led her into the wrestling business. Her hands balled into fists, Wulf looked down and even in his hazy state recognized the anger, he looked down and away as shame came over him.
Wulf: Si, I just needed...I mean I needed it, I was stressed out, Olivia was crying and I couldn’t get her to stop...I just.
Slap
The sound of her hand, now open coming into contact with the side of Wulfs face echoed through the small apartments living room. He stepped back as Sierra stepped forward keeping her voice low but harsh as to not wake the tiny baby in the next room or alert Jade who was asleep in her bedroom, exhausted from staying up to wait for her baby sister to come home.
Sierra: I don’t want to hear your excuses, Wulf. You can’t do that, you can’t smoke fucking weed while looking after our 4-month-old baby daughter!....you fucking idiot!
Her voice got a little higher, she caught herself and turned away from him, her long hair tied up in a high ponytail, she wasn’t dressed like the Sierra we see today, there were no skinny jeans and converse, no band shirts or bandanas, no, she was in a very loose fitting mickey mouse shirt and sweatpants, a thin black hairband around and under the ponytail, she was in full “mom mode” and Wulf was there, a black singlet top and green and black FOX brand motocross pants, he wasn’t even in the shape he used to be, the six-pack he once had now a dad belly. The tears welled up in Sierra's eyes as the anger just got too much.
Sierra: How did we get here?... I just...how? We were so happy and then….
Wulf stayed silent, he couldn’t do anything, he couldn’t look her in the eye, he couldn’t take responsibility. Sierra’s cheeks were now wet with tears, he slowly backed away, his hands in his pockets, he turned to leave the room and sighed.
Wulf: Move back to Canada….
Sierra: What?
Wulfs hand moved to the archway grabbing the wall as if to keep himself steady, he sighed deeply and shook his head trying to keep it all together, his heart burning from pain as he turned to face her, his eyes red from holding back his own tears.
Wulf: I’m not good for her Si….I’m not. I want to see her, I want to be there but I’m...not where I need to be. And you have your parents, you have your sister, Jade and Olivia have cousins and your ex he...he’ll let you do it...so go...I’ll contact your lawyer...I’ll send the documents….go home Si…
She stepped forward, speechless. She had only stayed in New Mexico so Wulf could see Olivia. She hated it, she missed the cooler climate, her family and where she felt comfortable. Ulf had got her to stay, she had been resentful and angry but tried to give him a chance to be a father, a real father. But Wulf had failed...and now...even he could see it. She gave him a nod and leans forward giving him a small hug.
Sierra: Thank you…
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London. England
Present Day
Sierra stood across the river looking over at the London Eye, she smirked and slid her hands into the pockets of her jeans, her upper body covered in a black As I Lay Dying hoodie, the hood itself pulled up over the back of her head. It was a typical cold day in London, but this was something Sierra was used to, the weather reminded her of Canada as she smiled and tilted her head.
”You know, I get how difficult this is. You promote a match against a team like myself and Lachlan. I mean really, what can you say without looking like either an idiot or a defeatist. You either go down one path where you take things we have said or done and twist them to suit your own narrative while blatantly lying. Or you take a good, hard look and admit that we are one of the best teams in the world today. See, I get it, I’m not completely heartless. I know that Gamer INC was faced with this hard decision. To either tell the truth and show us the respect we have earned or lie and try and get under our skin. I think it’s obvious based on their comments which road they took…”
“And they chose wrong.”
“Lachlan and I have been damn near unbeatable as a team or as singles stars since we came here, that isn’t propaganda, that isn’t boasting, that’s fucking fact. Lachlan has been in the upper echelon of the male side with his matches away from me and has come close numerous times to getting involved in the world title picture. Again, not hyperbole, facts, straight facts. Another fact, I have lost one match in SCW. ONE FUCKING MATCH. This isn’t due to luck or due to me hiding, this is just because contrary to popular belief, I am that good…”
“And there lies the problem. People in this business bury their heads in the sand and refuse to admit when people are better than them. Mercedes Vargas got a win over a match with me, in tag team competition I beat her, I can admit based on that and her record in SCW she is still a threat to anyone in this business. Cat Riley, Seleana Zdunich, Alicia Lukas, Dani Weston...they are all talented women who have shown just got good they can be and I can admit that they are talented.”
“But, they have proof to back it up..like me…”
Sierra scoffs and folds her arms over her chest looking annoyed.
”Gamer INC doesn’t have this past, all they have sitting behind them is a history of failure, Time after time, failed title shots, failed feuds and instead of admitting that they were beaten, instead of admitting they need to get better and showing respect to those that beat them they would prefer to run their mouths and live in a delusional fantasy world where they are incredible athletes and performers. Like, I’m supposed to care that Char Kwan is over i9n Red Sun wrestling maybe winning a match o0r two?. Please, that company has Matt Shields as a champion, don’t make me laugh. But in SCW Gamer INC and their revolving door of shitty “wrestlers” hasn’t been able to get off the ground floor.”
“You all have losing records except for the new bitch who is brand new. But what the hell does that mean for you?. If you want to be better, to actually win then you need to accept your shortcomings and try and overcome them, not ignore them…”
“Again, facts, not lies. Lies like Sonya Ellington saying we have treated this division like crap. Really?. We have treated it like crap by simply winning matches and begging for real competition?. We have treated it like crap by challenging some of the best teams to step foot in SCW on social media and entering a few tag tournaments?. That’s how we have “treated the division like crap?”. Wow, that…...that’s stupid and is definitely proof that video games rot your brain..”
“Oh but right, we’re not allowed to mention all you do is play video games….despite it being your name, your gimmick and what you do in your spare time…”
“If you don’t want to be known for that, maybe don’t make it the only interesting thing about you since you suck at everything else?”
“And that is the worst part, see Lachlan and I want to be challenged. We want to face the best of the best and the reason why I said we weren’t worried about which combination we’d be facing is that we are prepared for anything. By the way, love how your entire promo was just you listening to me then counter pointing because you have the originality of John Blade stuck in a washing machine but...hey I guess we all can’t have an original thought in our heads can we blondie?”
Sierra snorts and shakes her head looking up at the London eye with a sigh.
”Look, I’m not asking for much, all I’m asking is that you two not embarrass yourselves and actually do research on myself and Lachlan instead of assuming things that aren’t true and making yourselves look like complete buffoons, and yes that is what you’ve done, I wish it wasn’t the case and I was just doing the whole “Arrogant heel” thing, but so many of my friends outside SCW who watched your promos asked me if it was legal for Lachlan and me to be facing peo0ple who are “developmentally stunted”
“So please PLEASE stop making our division...and by extension...the company..look stupid….see you at Wembley…”