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A song of me a song in need
Of a courageous symphony
A verse of me a verse in need
Of a pure-heart singing me to peace
Prologue-Confidence shattered.
It’s a horrible thing to admit. Your own shortcomings. Your own inadequacies. I heard someone say it. If your existence is nothing without a championship then you never were a champion. But was that true?. Was it a reality that I hadn’t faced in so long that I’d forgotten the feeling?. Was I really so arrogant and cocky that I had lost touch with who and what I am and why I got into this business?. These questions will chew you up and spit you out if you’re not careful.
Shit…
Maybe I wasn’t who I used to be. Maybe I had grown complacent. Maybe I had been so used to beating a certain type of wrestler that I phoned in my performance and Dani was way better than I gave her credit for. I looked at her as a silly little girl. Not a real wrestler. Just a child, playing at a career I held in high regard and high esteem.
The truth is Dani did well. But I beat me. I was defeated before the bell rung because I had thought I’d already won. And that way of thinking will never get you anywhere. So I went home. My heart broken. My confidence chattered and my whole body tense with anger and frustration. This wasn’t me, this wasn’t what I wanted.
I snapped at my husband.
I yelled at my sons.
I almost punched my sister in her stupid face.
No, this wasn’t Alicia Lukas. This was someone else entirely. Someone I didn’t like, someone I didn’t care for. No, this Alicia Lukas was a fucking loser. My family walked on eggshells around me, like I was some kind of big bad monster. I had fallen into a trap. And I was going to claw myself out of it.
I am a champion.
I am an athlete.
And I will not let one loss ruin me or define me as a person. I am above that. I am beyond that. I am a member of Wolfslair. I am a beast. I am one of the best professional wrestlers on this planet. And I can say this time and time again and some will believe me, some will know I am and others will simply laugh and slap the notion away like it’s nothing.
And those people will be crushed…
Scene One-He met my heart
Off Camera
Washington D.C
2 Years Ago
Their laughter was amazing infectious. Like the sound of a chorus of angels descending from the heavens to open the pearly gates and take all the righteous to paradise. At Least that is what the book made it seem like. I had never put much stock in such things after the life I lived.
But growing up in the south, in an old-money family of Georgia, I was expected to believe in the divine. In the good pure love of God. But my ex was a good Christian man. He went to church, he gave large amounts to the collection plate all the while tightening his grip around my throat.
Though now I find myself believing in a higher power than myself. Call it karma, call it determination. In the end, I'm standing in my home, a lovely house in the suburbs of Washington D.C, owned by my soon to be husband, introduced to me by Lara Chambers. A woman who is like my surrogate mother. A woman who has shown me love and compassion who I owe so much too.
I'm happy. Despite the dark clouds over my head when it comes to the line or naysayers and arrogant wannabe’s I have a wonderful life now. A man who loves me and wants what is best for me. My support system and business partner. Michael Reynolds.
He smiles at me even now as I stand against a door frame sipping my coffee. Rory and Ryan, my sweet boys kept laughing and playing moving around Michael as he defends himself from their playful attacks. Rory lands in the couch as Ryan takes Michaels back.
Michael pulls himself up carrying the younger boy as I giggled and put down my cup I had never seen my boys so happy. Michael kept himself at a distance as to not intrude but close enough that they enjoyed their time with him.
But now I had to ask what the future holds for us. This felt like family and happiness. This felt right and comfortable. Michael and I agreed we didn't want to move to fast. No talks of marriage or the future. We have said we love one another, we feel that connection.
But marriage is something we both have left out. Seeing him with them, seeing his natural look like a father. It warmed my heart. It made me smile and know that it was all going to be alright and that he was always going to be there for them and me. He would never hurt them, he would always care and that is all I ever wanted….
And needed
I'd seen Michael with my boys. I'd felt Michael with me. I knew his heart and soul. I knew his tenderness and sweet nature. His handsome smile and the sparkle in his eye as he spent time with us. The warmth of his hands as they would pull me against him. I heard his heartbeat, it was like music. But that was behind closed doors in our personal life.
But when it comes to business? He changed. He became focused as a laser beam. The playful smile turned into an arrogant one. He was in his element. The forging of deals and making money. The side of this business I had always failed at.
He was great at it. He was a master. And he would do it all out of loyalty and love. This wasn't about money or fame. He wasn't about growing himself or just his name. He felt strongly and fought harder because he understood that this was a true partnership. Sure I was the one in the lights, the one who won the titles. But he has been the driving force to help extend the brand I created for myself.
The brand I had let others damage.
I am not blind to the fact people dislike me. In some cases hate me. Their anger and jealousy misplaced and in some cases skewed due to others. Michael didn't care about any of that. He has helped me grow and be a better person. The business side though. That was different.
He has made me a better person in our lives. Made me mature into a young woman worthy of the standing I had earned. A fact others couldn't gloat about. If I was angry or frustrated preparing to snap back at those who would drag my name through the mud he would simply take my phone then my hands and remind me that all the public squabbling meant nothing.
What really mattered was what I have done in that ring. What I have achieved through my athletic ability. And he was right. But the part of this I never understood or was good at he had taken over. He handled investments, contracts, royalties, talent bookings and appearances. He had become my middle man.
He was already successful.
Already financially secure.
He had helped me save up and secure a future for my kids. And now as I sit here staring at him as he paced across the room I saw his version of fighting. His verbal assault as he beat down a lawyer representing a royalty firm. They had tried to withhold a cheque, Michael had none of it. His demeanor changed. His voice lowered and he made sure we got what was owed.
My hero. My leader. My other half. He knows me and my heart but also knew I would accept his help and grow as a person. I'd never been this happy. Never been so complete. Not with Chris or Travis. Kaden or Cass. Michael was what I needed not just what I wanted.
I kept staring, kept smiling even as he growled down the phone. He hung it up and took a deep breath before turning back towards me. Business Michael melted away and he simply smiled and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. His hands slid around my hips and pulled me forward, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear and told me the news. Truth be told all I wanted was him….
All that great heart lying still
In silent suffering
Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
What is left for encore
Is the same old dead boy's song
Sung in silence
Scene Two-You need that fire back.
Off Camera
Washington D.C
Last Week.
The sounds of flesh hitting the hard plastic of the heavy bag filled the empty loft. Over and over again a sharp exhale followed by the slapping noise. Alicia Lukas moves around jabbing the bag over and over, her long blonde hair tied up in a braid that moved and hit her back with each bounce on the balls of her feet. Her eyes focused just on the bag as she growled and hissed out an exhale and another shot. The heavy clunk of footsteps on the wooden stairs didn’t distract her as Michael moved into the room, he slid his hands into his pockets and sighed heavily.
Alicia kept moving to throw her jabs and hooks, a few that would be body shots, a few higher. A growl as she seemed to zone back out and throw her hands. Michael steps forward grabbing the bag with a boyish smirk, his eyes sparkling as he looks down at Alicia who stops for a moment, she blows some of her hair that shook loose out of her face and breathed deeply trying to cool down. “You know, when I decided to put a gym up here I thought it would help you not have to feel like you should run back to New York and Wolfslair every week...in hindsight, it may have been a bad idea.” His voice was calm and his smile showed it was a joke. Alicia sighed and shook her head looking down slightly embarrassed.
“I’m sorry. I just. I had some aggression and energy I needed to let out…” She turned and unwrapped her hands, Michael let go of the bad, his hands sliding around her hips and to her stomach holding her against his toned body, his arms strong and caring as he leaned in close whispering in her ear. “And you didn’t get a lot of that energy out this morning?” Alicia bit her bottom lip and laughed under her breath leaning back against him, her hands finding his as she squeezed them. “Hey now, enough of that talk..I’m trying to stay focused…”
Michael chuckled and stepped back letting her go, his arms folding over his chest as he tilted his head. He gave out a low sigh and looked her up and down. “It’s true, you do need to focus. It’s been quite clear with how angry you’ve been the last few days...” His voice got deeper, Adding authority. Alicia raised her eyebrows as Michael continued. “I love you, and I know you love me but, our relationship took something from you.” Her heart raced, her mouth opened as if to say something as fear came over her. She closed off her body language, her back and legs stiffening and her arms coming across her chest.”It’s almost as if you lost that killer instinct…”
“What...what are you saying?” Her voice stuttered as she prepared herself for the worst. Michael studied her and it clicked in his mind. He smiled and stepped closed reaching out to take her hands. “Hey, I’m just saying we need to find a way to get that fire back. It seems like when you were with other men their stupidity would annoy you and you’d use it as fuel to be...less than calm..in the ring.” Alicia couldn’t help but laugh. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath in to slow her racing heart. “Well, that's actually true. I’m very happy with you Michael, but that isn’t why I’ve been so erratic and unfocused.”
He laughed to himself and leaned close, his hands cupping her cheeks pulling her slightly forward into a soft kiss. Alicia licks her lips as she pulls back smiling wide. “So, if you make me so incredibly happy, how...how am I going to get that killer instinct back? Without being angry around here?.” Michael laughs to himself and winks. “Simple, no more kisses until you train and get the vision of who you want to destroy and how burned into your pretty little head.” Alicia’s jaw drops as she seems speechless, she stutters a response, Michael just smiles and turns her around to face the heavy bag before slapping her on the rear end.
“Get to work...dear”
Scene Three-Respect is earned
On Camera
Washington D.C
Present Day.
”I lost to Danielle Weston.”
Alicia’s delivery was dry and straightforward. Her bright blue eyes just stared ahead. No fire, no sadness. Void of any and all emotion. She just stood on her front porch, the one we’d seen a few times now. Her arms folded over her chest. A pink and black hoodie protecting her from the cold even though the sun beat down from above. It was a typical mid-winter day.
”It’s a hard thing you know?. Losing. I mean it’s a part of professional wrestling. No one can stay undefeated. And the ones that do are those one-month wonders who either have a match a month and want to gloat when they reach ten wins of those ones that win everything and everything for a month, then lose and disappear off the face of the earth. I have spent the last few weeks in a horrible mood. I have stomped around my house. My arms folded, my face with this sour look of anger on it. My entire family has been tiptoeing around me like I was some kind of leper. My sons sneak by, not making eye contact. My husband didn’t even try and hold me or give me any type of affection. Even my sister refused to be the usual arrogant little shithead she normally is in fear of me smacking her around.”
“Now, that might seem extreme to some of you. But the truth is I haven’t had a lot of experience with this losing thing. I know it happens, I know it will happen again and it’s happened in the past. But one on one, there are only a handful of names that can claim to have done it. I’m not talking about tag matches, multiperson matches, and tag matches. See all those ones have different variables and there is a certain amount of luck. I mean one on one in the purest form. Where you step in the ring, look across and see one enemy.”
“See in that moment, in that kind of match it’s all on you, it’s all on what you can do, what you can control, what you can prevent and manipulate.”
“And at Inception 3, I stepped into the ring as a champion. I stepped in there with over seven hundred days of a lineage behind me. A lineage that started at the Honor development show, continued through WWH, back to Honor, through two championships and not being beaten for one of them. To you Danielle.”
Alicia finally shows a little emotion, a small smirk coming across her lips as she seems almost. Happy. Her hand extends out and then very slowly closes as if offering a handshake that at this time can’t be returned. Alicia’s arms fold back over as she leans against the old wooden post to the left.
”And, you beat me. Fair and square, one on one in the main event and as I said you joined a list that is very very short. Hell Mercedes Vargas isn’t on that list. No one in Honor was on that list. One bitch got lucky in WWH, Crystal Hilton got very lucky and got on that list. But you, you’re one of the first people who I can look at and say, I lost fair and square. I can look at you and say “You beat me” and mean it. And from the bottom of my heart Dani, I have to say, congratulations.”
She pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath closing her eyes and calming herself trying to keep her emotions in check.
”On top of that I have to say, thank you. See, for years when I have seen someone who could possibly beat me, who could stand up, get in my face and offer me that challenge I’ve begged them to prove me wrong. I’ve begged them to get in my face and push me harder because steel sharpens steel. You can only get better and rise to the occasion when you have adversity and for the longest goddamn time, I had never EVER had that. I didn't have that in WWH against Maki, Courtney Leinart, and Sam Tolson. I never had that in Honor against, again, Sam Tolson, Delia Darling, Winter, Tatsu, Jesse Salco, Crystal Hilton, Kate Steele, and Mercedes.”
“I asked them, begged them, pleaded with them to stand up, get in my face...and prove that I was full of shit…”
“And you did it.And you proved something else to me too. See being a champion and running through divisions, not having anyone to really push me to those limits, it made me complacent. It made me sit back and believe my own hype. And I’m damn good don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you’d deny that. But I can admit it to you now and to the world, I was wrong. You are more than on my level and in my league. You, on that night...were better than me…”
She takes a deep breath and winces as if admitting that simple fact was painful for her as if it physically hurt to say.
”And it’s affected my standing with the fans too. Now, as a professional wrestler, you want to elicit a reaction. You want to put it all out there and get something back from the fans. If they connect with you, you hear a cheer, you here a “pop” if they don’t like you and think you’re arrogant you hear boos and jeers. Either sound lets you know where you stand and it also lets you know that they are paying attention. But the worst thing we can hear Dani...is silence…”
Alicia stops talking for a moment and just looks around. It’s a sleepy day in a quiet suburb and Alicia just smiles at it seems peaceful, but still proved her point. It doesn’t feel...right.
”I was in danger of hearing that when my music hit. Of hearing that when I went out to that ring and tried to do what it is that I do. And that may have led me to do something stupid and drastic. Not as stupid and drastic as beating up a loved one in public like Crystal Zdunich..Millar..Hilton...Williams..whatever. I mean come on, beating up your wife for a title shot?. It wasn’t even 24 hours from Crystal getting one win and she was claiming she’d be getting a title shot. Kate Steele is walking around with a briefcase and I can tell you right now, if that guitar playing, emo singing moron gets in my way...it’ll be the last thing she ever does.”
“Then there’s Mercedes Vargas still claiming she deserves anything despite her career spiraling down like a turd down a toilet bowl. And much like any heavy piece of shit the old girl just refuses to fucking flush…”
“But this is between us, Danielle. I was fully prepared to wait. I was fully prepared to start at the bottom and just start destroying the whole roster. I would have faced them all in a damn gauntlet match if I had to. I was prepared to do anything but it seems like our match at Inception was so well received that SCW management felt I deserved another shot. So I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, I’m going to take that shot and look at getting back in the ring with you to prove a point. To prove that I needed you to push me. I needed that loss to kickstart a memory of who I am and who I want to be. I’m happy you beat me Dani. I’m happy I was able to feel this and be reminded that no one is infallible and unbeatable. That there are some out there who can still surprise me…”
“But…”
“With that being said. I am going to be comi9ng at you with all I have. I am going to be focused and ready to beat you with greater respect than I had before. Cause I looked passed you. I looked at you like I had already won and that was a huge mistake. One that I refuse to make again. So if the fans thought the war we had at Inception was impressive?. Well, like the song goes...You ain’t seen nothing yet…”