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November 22
Las Vegas, Nevada - McCarran Airport
Off-Camera
“Flight 225 from Dublin now arriving at Gate 14.”
The loudspeaker echoed the announcement through McCarran International Airport, and almost immediately Lachlan Kane jumped out of his seat and began heading to the gate, little Olivia in his arms and Sierra Williams rushing to keep up with him.
“Lachy, slow down!” she said. “I know you’re excited to see your sister, but she’s not gonna disappear if you’re not right at the gate when she gets off the plane!”
Lachlan slowed his pace down and grinned sheepishly at her, linking his fingers with hers. “Sorry. I’m just really excited to see Lanah. It’s been months since we’ve seen each other in person.”
Sierra smiled at him as they walked towards Gate 14. “I know. It’s been cute watching you bounce around getting everything ready for her.”
Lachlan’s cheeks turned a bright red. “I have not been bouncing around!”
Sierra rolled her eyes. “Please, you could give Tigger a run for his money.”
Olivia giggled and placed a large wet kiss on Lachlan’s cheek as they arrived at the gate, where a petite blonde girl immediately ran at them with a huge smile on her face.
“LACHY!” she yelled, throwing her arms around him, but being mindful of Olivia snuggled into his chest. With his free arm, he wrapped her up in a tight hug, his grin rivaling hers. When they finally separated from each other, the girl immediately turned her attention to Olivia. “And this must be the little lady that stole my brother’s heart,” she said, giving Olivia’s tummy a tickle that caused the toddler to giggle.
“Well, one of them,” Lachlan laughed as Sierra came up beside him. “This little princess is Olivia, and this is her mum and the love of my life, Sierra. Girls, this is my baby sister Alanah.”
Now Sierra was the one blushing, but she held out her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you. Lach talks about you all the time.”
Alanah batted Sierra’s hand away gently, instead pulling her in for a hug. “Same with you. Sometimes it’s hard to get him to shut up about the two of you.” She let Sierra go and smiled at the three of them. “Well, we should be off to grab my luggage then. I’m absolutely starving, and I could use a bit of a nap.”
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After the four had lunch, they were wandering around the McCarran Marketplace, chatting about potential Christmas gifts for various friends and family members. When they passed a toy shop, Olivia’s eyes lit up at the sight of a five-foot tall teddy bear in the front display window, and she reached out her arms towards it.
“I’ll take her in to browse around,” Sierra said as they walked towards the entrance. Lachlan watched them leave with a fond look on his face, not noticing Alanah sidling up beside him.
“So, when’s the wedding?”
Lachlan whipped his head around and stared wide-eyed at Alanah. “Come again?”
She smirked, lightly slapping his bicep. “Oh, come off it. The way you look at her, I’m surprised little cartoon hearts aren’t floating above your head. You’ve got it bad for her, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re slipping a ring on her finger.”
Lachlan turned his gaze to the ground, scuffing the toe of his sneaker across the tile floor while rubbing at the back of his neck. “Things are...look, it’s a little complicated. She’s been hurt, betrayed, and had her heart broken by nearly all of her exes...I’m more than happy with our relationship just the way it is right now. Maybe one day, we can talk about it. But right now, I’m letting her set the pace of the relationship, and it’s been going well so far. I don’t want to push my luck and end up scaring her away.”
Alanah smiled and linked her arm through her brother’s. “She’s a lucky girl to have you, Lachy.”
He grinned back at her as they made their way through the shop. “Nah, I’m the lucky one.”
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Later that night, Sierra and Lachlan were lying in the bed of their hotel suite together, with Olivia sleeping in the adjoining room in the suite and Alanah in the room next to theirs. Sierra was lying across Lachlan’s chest, running her fingers over the skin of his chest while he ran his fingers through her dark hair.
“So, I was thinking…” Lachlan began.
“Did it hurt?” Sierra teased, earning a tickle from Lachlan that had her giggling.
“Seriously, I was just wondering...maybe you and Olivia could come spend Christmas in Ireland?” he asked. “Your parents could come too, if they want. My mum’s been dying to meet you and Livvie, and there’s this really nice cottage just outside Waterford that I always rent when I’m home that I think you and Livvie would love, it’s pretty secluded and out in the woods-”
Sierra rose up on her elbows and silenced him with a kiss to his lips. “You’re babbling,” she said with a smile. “I think that sounds amazing. Of course we’ll come. I’ll talk to my parents, but I’m sure they’d love to as well.”
He smiled wide and pulled her to his chest. “I didn’t mean to go on, but I just really wanted you to say yes. And then I was thinking we could go on holiday for New Years, maybe around the Mediterranean, somewhere warm, with a nice beach…”
Sierra raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?”
A light pink blush grew on his cheeks. “I might have...it’s our first Christmas together, and I just wanted to make it special.”
She pressed a kiss to his cheek, settling back down under the covers. “You really don’t have to go all out. I’ll be happy with whatever we do for Christmas.” She yawned and her eyes started to drift closed. “But if my parents do come...can you imagine the massive multi-cultural Christmas we’re going to have?”
Lach laughed softly. “It’s gonna be great. I can’t wait for it.”
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November 23
Las Vegas, Nevada - Gold Coast Casino
On-Camera
Standing on the rooftop of the Gold Coast Casino, with a sunrise backdrop of orange, red and yellow painting the Nevada skies, Lachlan Kane grinned towards the camera, the SCW Mixed Tag Team Championship belt gleaming proudly on his shoulder. He was dressed as befit a champion in a crisp white button-up shirt, snug-fitting black slacks...and his favourite pair of Vans sneakers on his feet. (Hey, a champ deserves to be comfortable.) He tapped on the belt a couple times, right over the nameplate inscribed with Lachlan Kane in a fancy font.
“Well, here it is. The underdog team that no one thought would capture the gold...did exactly that. At High Stakes, Sierra Williams and I knocked the seemingly invincible team of Mercedes Vargas and Kain off their golden pedestal and in the process put ourselves in their place. Not bad for a couple of ‘beginners’, eh?” He gave a cheeky wink to the camera. “But I’m sure that topic’s already been run into the ground on Twitter, so I’ll not bore you with all that noise. What I do want to do, however, is chat to you all about my upcoming singles match - first one here in SCW, at that.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the crunch of the gravel underfoot echoing slightly in the air. “Jake Raab, my first singles opponent here in SCW. From what I’ve gathered about you in my research, you’re something of a pedigree. You’ve got a family name that’s well-known in the business, and you’re looking to live up to the hype. Am I in the right neighbourhood?” Lachlan chuckled. “See, I can respect that. Too many people in your situation have got their heads up their own arses and think that just because they have a name with a bit of sway in the industry that they can get whatever they want just handed to them. But you? You’re from different stock. You’re not satisfied with that silver-platter lifestyle. You’re a fighter, much like me. You want to prove that you belong in your family. And so far, you’ve done pretty good for yourself here in SCW. A 3 and 1 record is pretty damn impressive.” Lachlan held up a finger. “But here’s where the reality sets in. I’m two matches in, undefeated, and became a champion, all in the span of just over a month. You can’t look me in the eyes and say that’s not damned impressive. And it’s just the beginning.”
He shifted the title higher on his shoulder. “See, I may already be a champion with Sierra, but that doesn’t mean the two of us don’t have higher ambitions. As much as I love teaming with my girl, I’m keeping my eye on the big picture. Don’t get me wrong, Sierra and I are more than ready to challenge any and all that step up to challenge for these belts, but I’ve always been good at multitasking. So while she and I continue to reign over the mixed tag division, I’ll be setting my sights on some more gold.”
“But of course, nothing worth having comes without a fight, and I plan on fighting to prove that I’m not only the best tag wrestler, I’m the best singles wrestler as well. Jake, you just happen to be the first obstacle that’s been placed in my path. It’s nothing personal mate, but that’s the way the business is. For someone to win, someone else has gotta lose. And I don’t plan on being that somebody else come Sunday.”
“I don’t anticipate you underestimating me, you don’t strike me as the type. And best believe I’m not underestimating you in the slightest. I think the two of us are gonna put on one hell of a show on Sunday night for the SCW faithful. Despite our match being the show opener, it’s going to be the show stealer.” He smirked, somewhat arrogantly for the normally humble Irishman. “Then again, any match of mine is an instant show-stealer, no matter where it is in the card. We’re gonna step in between the ropes, we’re gonna go bell to bell, and we’re gonna get that crowd riled up so much that they won’t have any energy left for the rest of the show. But when that final bell rings, I’m gonna be the one with my arm raised.” He gave a little shrug of his shoulders. “Sorry not sorry.”
He turned slightly, giving the camera a profile view as he gazed out across the Vegas downtown core, slowly coming to life with the rising of the sun. “Now that I’ve had my taste of gold here on American soil, I gotta say it’s pretty addictive. The adrenaline rush of the victory, hearing the roar of the crowd, holding that ten pounds of gold in your hands knowing that you earned it…” He smirked. “I liked the feeling. And hopefully soon, I’ll get to feel it again.”
With another little cheeky smirk, he turned back to look at the camera. “I’m really looking forward to Sunday, Jake...though probably a little more than you will be.” He turned on his heel and headed to the steel door leading back inside the casino, the resounding slam of it closing startling some sleeping pigeons into flight as the scene closed out.