Deceive me, Release me, Unleash me
You’ve unleashed the wild within
Welcome to the madness
that dwells inside these eyes
Pushed unto the breaking point
you’re running out of time

Scene One: Brotherly Love
Off Camera
Thunder Bay Ontario Canada
4 Weeks Ago

It was weird being home so much. Sierra had been drifting in and out of SCW, a match every few weeks, appearances and live events, but really she hadn’t been used that much in the capacity she wanted. But a few weeks ago the news filtered through. DIVISION was back, she was returning and she was going to be able to go back to the place she made a name. The place she met Lachlan, the place she started to become the wrestler people now feared. She had come back to Canada, she had been visiting with her family on an off as Lachlan traveled back and forth to see his sister.

The girls were with their grandparents, her mother Marie and her father Oscar. And Sierra had decided she needed to stay in shape and wandered down to the local gym and wrestling school where ten years ago she started this journey. Sierra stood on the apron in red and black lycra pants, a loose fitting black Lachlan Kane shirt and her hands pulling on tape around her wrist. Meanwhile, her older brothers Diego and Rico Lopez moved in the ring and hit the ropes while laughing at each other.

“Diego, you move like Dad, come on man you’re only 32” He laughed at his older brother, Rico slowly looked over at Sierra who shook her head. “Yo you getting in or what?”. Diego slamming Rico with a tackle tackling him down, Rico hit the mat hard and laughed as the breath left his body. Diego shook his head and stepped over Rico. “Idiota!.” He sighed and leaned against the ropes near Sierra. “So, you come home for a break but decide to “work out” then...not work out?”

He scoffed as Sierra slowly stepped in the ring. “Hey, I just thought I’d let you two warm up, the old bones don’t move as fast as they used to.” Rico groaned and got to his feet taking in a few deep breaths to get his wind back before standing on the other side of Sierra, his hand going through his thick black hair.“Hey, he might be in his thirties, I’m only a year older than you.” Sierra raised an eyebrow and slowly reached a finger out poking Rico’s stomach. “Yeah?...you’re about to turn thirty...and you look like you’ve been eating too much of mom's cooking.” Rico looked offended and wrapped his arms over his stomach stepping back with a raised eyebrow as Diego smirked and walked towards the center of the ring with him.

It had been a while since she’d seen her brothers. They had followed in their father's footsteps at a young age, younger than Sierra. They were both early teens when they started working out in a ring. Something very normal in the lucha world. But something that made them seem different and special in Canada where they were born and raised. As Rico and Diego took cheap shots at each other Sierra seemed to just laugh and drift off looking through the gym, remembering what it was like walking in there for the first time.

The smells, air being thick and the butterflies in her stomach. She shook her head and snapped back to reality as Rico hit the mat hard.“COME ON MAN I HAVE A MATCH TONIGHT!” She couldn’t help but laugh and roll her eyes as she rolled her wrists. “Alright...let's do this…”

5 Years Earlier

Sierra was angry and frustrated. She tore through the gym passed other students. Ones working on the mats, working out with weights, and some in the ring  hitting the ropes. Sierra didn’t look at any of them, didn’t talk to any, just storming through into the female locker room kicking the door open. She reached forward and pulled the door to her locker back with such force one of the hinges bent and twisted. The other girls shuffled out of the room leaving Sierra alone, she pulled her shirt off before throwing on a compression shirt and workout pants, she moved back out onto the main floor when her brother Diego stood in front of her.

”What?....” Sierra growled looked up at her brother. His hair was done in cornrows to keep it out of his eyes, he shook his head and sighed deeply, his hand reaching out to his little sisters shoulder giving her a small pat on the side. ”You have to calm down Si.” Sierra ground her teeth together, her hands clasping into fists as Diego sighed and stepped sideways leading his sister to a quiet part of the gym, her eyes trailed across the floor as she saw Rico, their other brother rolling on the mats with others and laughing.

Diego and Rico were a popular tag team in the local scene. They wrestled all around Canada and even into the Northern US states. Sierra wanted to be like them, she wanted to drive hours to wrestle in front of new people to work as a wrestler, to quit her job at Taco Bell. But training had been slow, the time seemed to drag. Diego and Rico helped her when they could but Diego had told her over and over she wasn’t ready to do anything but spot shows.

”What is it?. You came in like a bull in a china shop…” Sierra shook her head and put her hands on her hips trying to keep calm, the anger rising up in her chest. ”My friends are right, I’m not, I’m not advancing.” Diego raised an eyebrow confused as Sierra started to pace a little before looking up at her older brother. ”Am I, am I bad at this?. Do I have a chance D?. I can’t justify it anymore.” Diego stood still, his jaw dropped as he wanted to say something, anything to calm his sister. Sierra turned and wiped the tears from her eyes going back into the locker room, Diego sighed heavily and shook his head, not even hearing Rico walk up behind him.

”Is Si ok?”

”Nah man...not by a long shot…”

Scene Two: It’s not lack of trust, it’s disrespect
On Camera
Arizona
Present Day

”It’s crazy to think, that once upon a time I was ready to give all this up…;”

Sierra sighed heavily standing in her hotel room in Arizona. She had arrived a few days early to do press and interviews for Into the void. Her long hair was tied back as she looked out the window.

”I was at a low point in my life. I had trained when I was 17 years old, I started to get really good. Then at 18 I met a guy. And in my youthful stupidity I let my dreams slip away. I fell pregnant, I fell into a pit of horrible depression and drug abuse. I was in this horrible place where no one cared and I realised my life was going to most likely end. I pulled myself out of that, I dragged myself into a better life. I retrained, I worked hard and now here I am. I’m in a happy place where I can provide for both my daughters and I have a good man..”

“A good man I trust…”

“So much has been made of this match with Bobbie Dahl. She decided to bring up the fact she hits on all these other people and their significant others don’t care. She thinks I don’t trust Lachlan?. Really? You think that is what this is about Bobbie?. You seem friendly with Fenris and Ty, they seem to like you. And even if they don’t they also just laugh you off as a joke and that’s fine. That is on them. But me?. I don’t know you, I don’t like you and the fact is you walked back into SCW and decided right away to hit on my boyfriend knowing he was with someone…”

“It’s not about trust or lack of trust it’s about respect.”

Sierra shakes her head and scoffs folding her arms over her chest.

”Or rather, lack there of. I’ll fight literally anyone for any good reason in wrestling. But most of the time it just just purely business. My need to show that I’m better than someone. The fact I want to face the best of the best and become a champion. This is all just straight up normal business for people in wrestling. But what Bobbie Dahl has done, is take my business and personal lives and melded them together. And I get it, life’s a party for Bobbie. Oh yay you’re this big, fun girl who does and says outlandish things. That happy smiling face and stupid fun loving personality does alot of heavy lifting for your shitty morals and laziness when it comes to being in shape anjd being a real wrestler…”

“You want to be all happy about your two win streak and return, that’s awesome Bobbie, really it is. And if this match was just about two talented women going toe to toe for bragging rights then I would be smiling and laughing while also being the angry brutal person I have always been known as. I take wrestling seriously but I also know you should enjoy and have fun in what you do. But look at me Bobbie….am I laughing?...am I having fun?...”

Sierras nostrils flair and she growls under her breath.

”At into the void I’m sure I will have a little bit of fun with you. When I beat the hell out of you and teach you some respect. But hey, that’s fine by you right?. That’s all well and good with your little philosophy on entertaining the fans. You know with that attitude and your horrible make up, bad jokes and stupidity...you’re almost like a dancing singing clown. Thing is you know what I have learned about clowns Bobbie?. Behind the smiles, behind the laughter. They are usually sad, broken individuals.”

“And that’s what you are Bobbie Dahl. See it finally hit me why you do and say the things you do. What was it honey?. Daddy not love you enough?. You try and fill that big hole inside you with food and then when that didn’t work and you looked around and realised no one loves you outside the ring you have to run your mouth?. You get a little jealous over people like Ty and Fenris and myself and Lachlan?. Is that what it is?. You can keep on dancing Bobbie, keep up that fake smile and keep on eating your feelings and acting like you’re just that happy life of the party.”

“Cause when the bright light go down, when the matches are over and the fans go home. I will crawl into bed with Lachlan, I will smile and drift off to sleep in the arms of a man who loves me. But you?. You’ll go back to an empty room, turn off the lights...and cry yourself to sleep cause no matter what the fuck happens in our match...win or lose...you’re still alone…”

 Camera On [Off]
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…

Camera [On] Off
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…”

 ”So you're all stars now?
So you're what's in now?
Top of the world now
So you're the kings now?
There is only one throne and I'm not done with it
Still shitting, sleeping, eating, breathing it”

Camera On [Off]
Belfast Ireland
2 Weeks Ago

Lachlan: “Ya don’t have to sit around here ya know?”

Sierra looked up from her magazine with an eyebrow raised as Lachlan sat on the end of a bed in a check-up room. She just raised the magazine back up not even giving him an answer as the anger seemed to swirl underneath her chest. The attack from Malachi kept going through her mind. How, how could he do that to his own brother?. And now here we were, getting another checkup after the fact. Lachlan had seemed fine, he had gone about all his usual day to day things, even going for a run. But he had not been to the gym or been in a ring for a few weeks.

That was not like him. The fact was, Malachi’s cowardly attack had taken time from Lachlan’s career. And by proxy, Sierra’s.

The doctor walked in, he held a light to Lachlan's eyes, Lachlan followed it then stood up and closed his eyes before raising a leg, the doc having to catch him as he swayed a little. Sierra stood up and stayed on Lachlan's side just in case he had another dizzy spell. Despite the few weeks Lach had been away from the ring, he was still not ready. His bruises had healed aside from a few aches and pains but mentally, he wasn’t ready.

The doctor wrote a few things down and explained to Lachlan he would need a little bit more time and to see another doctor for another evaluation in a few weeks. As he left the room Sierra seemed to snarl under her breath. Lachlan looked over and shrugged as she seemed to pace like a caged animal.

Lachlan: ”You seem angrier than I am.

He quipped but Sierra didn’t laugh. He still paced.

Sierra: ”Your brother is a sniveling little weasel”

She boiled and growled as Lachlan shook his head, that just seemed to enraged Sierra even more who had been in a horrible mood for weeks

.Sierra: ”He deserves a severe beating Lachy, but SCW won’t let me do it. Their advertisers don’t allow straight up intergender matches.

He sighed and slid to his feet from the hospital bed.

Lachlan: ”And I wouldn’t want you to anyway.

Sierra went to speak but Lachlan quickly intercepted her

.Lachlan: ”Look, this is an issue between two brothers, I get you want to defend me but Malachi will get taken care of. He’s always been a hot head, he’s always been a little prick too….”

Sierra takes a deep breath as Lachlan grabs her hands, she seems to calm down before giving him a small nod of understanding.

Sierra: ”Ok, I get it. But...if I see him backstage….I’m going to beat his ass

Lachlan smirks and kisses her forehead.

Lachlan: ”And if my brother is half as smart as he believes, he’ll avoid you like the plague, now can we get some food?. I’m starving”

Sierra simply laughs and nods grabbing his hand as they leave the room.

Camera {On} Off
Cardiff, Wales
Present Day.

”Hey look at that, I’ve been booked…”

Sierra Williams voice seemed to spit with venom, her attitude oozing through her entire body language. Not just the base in her voice, but also in her rigid body shape. Her arms folded over her chest, her wide stance and her chest puffed out.

”I haven’t been seen in a ring since Lach and I last defended our mixed tag belts. And before I get into the title I still hold, the division at large and then of course, my opponent this week in Wales, The Water Lizard Trinity “least talented” Jones lemme just address my partner and boyfriends brother. Malachi…”

Sierra’s eyes narrow, we see her jawline, hidden under a black and red bandana, tighten as she seems to try and stay measured and calm. Her fists go from flat against her ribs to balled fists, still folded across her body.

”This jealous little turd of a human being, comes into the company Lach and I work for, attacks his brother in the ring and decides to run his mouth all over social media. And the worst part?. I can’t do anything about it in an SCW ring. See sponsors won’t allow a match like that to be booked with a man and woman in direct competition. So, unfortunately, I can’t just drag his ass down to the ring for a match and beat the hell out of him. In fact, I’m fairly certain SCW has kept me out of the ring due to the...issues I apparently have…”

“But one issue I have is with the Mixed Tag Team division. There have been so many debates about if the titles are relevant and what we should do since there aren’t really any “teams” left. See Kain walked out of SCW after Lach and I beat him and Mercedes. Gamer INC is basically “it” and they’re hopeless. I hear them talk or watch a promo and want to stick needles in my fuckin ears and eyes just to stop the pain. But look at Blast from the past, it’s a tournament built for mixed tags. You’re telling me you can’t just ask people if they want to be teamed up to face me and Lachlan?...to test themselves against two of the best wrestlers on this planet?....”

“Really?”

“I’m disappointed. But, that is a fight for another day as Lach is now sitting back and waiting for his injuries to heel. And now, well, now I get to show the world what I can really do. See, I have been loving being in a tag team with Lachlan, loving the challenge of working with him and our greatest advantage is also our greatest problem and weakness. Our bond”

She pauses and pulls down the bandana with a smirk.

”Lachlan is out and as such, I was also put on the shelf as SCW didn’t want an...unleashed Sierra Williams around, but, a tweet and a talk later and I’m back. And the sacrificial lamb for this little welcome back to the ring is Trinity Jones. Well, that’s nice of SCW to slowly ease my way back into the ring, not that I need it but still. Nice of them to think about me. See, Trinity is one of these women who likes to talk a big game and think she’s better than everyone else instead of just, you know...proving it…”

“Who have you beaten Trinity?. Mercedes Lewis?. Mercy who?. Pandora?. Travis Levitt’s cheating goth with what looks to be a sever pigment problem?. Iron Maiden?. Seriously?. The one opponent you have faced since the beginning of the year that would be trouble is Sam Marlowe. And she beat you and humiliated you. And I know, you’re probably thinking Trinity, what will be different about me against you?. What can I offer as far as a challenge as you stare at the broken pieces of your career in SCW?”

“I mean I’m just a tag team wrestler right?. Without Lachlan I’m nothing, or so others have said, despite the fact I was successful in other companies before Lach and I joined SCW and decided to team.”

“Well, the one loss I have is a triple threat match where Mercedes Vargas caught me in a submission, that’s it, the lone loss I have is against an SCW hall of famer. A multi-time champion. Other than that?. Well, I have won and defended the Mixed tag titles and last time I was in the ring, I beat Evie Jordan, the “big bad bitch” of SCW so bad she walked off into the sunset”

Sierra scoffs and shakes her head, her long black hair falling down her shoulders.

”Trinity, sweetheart. You are a sacrificial lamb. You’re not a dragon, you’re not a threat to anyone with a championship. You are one of those people you so gleefully talk shit about. But unlike women like Mercedes Lewis, you’re not smart enough to realize you’re in over your head. Every single time you’re booked you think you’re going to beat the other person and 9 times out of 10, you’re wrong. Lewis, Barrett and Maiden aren’t even playing the same game as me let alone in the same league and now you’re stepping up to the real competition. You are facing a real champion and a real badass, and the truth is if I stepped in the ring with Sam Marlowe, I’d show you up and take her damn title too.”

“In fact, all you bitches should be happy I’m in a tag team with Lach, cause if I wasn’t and I was just booked in the bombshells division week in and week out, then chica you’d all be getting destroyed.”

“You, Kate, Crystal, Mercedes, Sam, Dani, even that blond haired fat assed puta Alicia Lukas would get her face ripped off and I’d take her pretty little belt too. This is what you’re facing Trinity, someone who isn’t intimidated by anyone, someone who instead of looking at your record this year and saying “damn she won four in a row” I saw who it was against and just rolled my eyes. I did my research, I saw what I’m against and I’m just not impressed but you should be. You should be impressed by me because the fact is that I became a champion, I stayed a champion and I broke a record with my boyfriend by my side and the company you work for was too scared to unleash me. Hell when I said I wanted to be booked while Lach was injured Christian and Mark were a little worried on what I would do…”

“I don’t blame them…”

“And you should be worried…”

“I’m angry, I’m frustrated and I am in the mood to break someone. I will lock you in the sharpshooter and pull back until you tap or I hear your back break. But the fun part, the part that will take my frown and turn it upside down?. Is answering the fun question…”

“What breaks first?...your body?...or your will?”

 No importa cómo caemos. Solo que nos levantamos.
Peu importe comment nous tombons. Seulement que nous nous élevons.
It doesn't matter how we fall. Only that we rise.

Roswell, New Mexico
2 Years Ago

Her hands shook, her eyes focused. A million thoughts ran through her head, ranging from happiness to a deep sadness, to anger, frustration, all of it mixed together in a giant emotional ball. Each breath seemed to shudder in and out of her body as her chest raised and fell at a higher pace than normal. Each passage of time seemed like an eternity. Every second, every minute. Her body started to get cold as she looked around the bathroom. The eggshell white tiles touched her legs as she sat indian style, the small white stick in her hands moved with her shudders and shakes.

Sierra Williams: Fuck…

The word seemed to push out with my power than she had intended. A streak of fear moved down her spine and through her body. Had he heard her voice?. Was he going to start wondering where she was?. Sierra pulled herself up on the edge of the bathtub, the sink still running with hot water that had caused steam to rise and fill the small bathroom. She took another slow deep breath trying to calm her racing heast as she wiped the mist from the mirror. Her long black hair wet and hanging down her body, a white towel wrapped around her.

The hotel amenities left in there laying across the sink and small bathroom bench. The small bottle of shampoo laying on it’s side empty with it’s conditioner twin standing tall next to it, the small circular bar of soap wet and slowly melting started to stain the small dosh it was left in. Sierra closed her eyes and started to wish, a wish she had never expected to make as she muttered to herself like some kind of arcane chant. She opened her eyes looking back into the mirror, her brown eyes focused in on her reflection as she let out another breath and slowly looked back down at the object in her hand. To her pain and and sadness, and strange conflicting happiness the result had not been changed or altered.

Sierra Williams: Shit!

The word exploded even louder than the last, her hand mover up to her lips as she turned off the tap, she heard movement outside the door, she held her breath for a moment and listened close. Then she heard it, Wulfs voice.

Wulf Erikson: Si?....you ok?

She swallowed hard, her eyes darting from side to side, should she hide it?. Should she tell him?. Should she wait and take another test?. All the questions asked but no answers from herself given. She moved around the bathroom putting her clothes in the bag grabbing her underwear and a baggy shirt, she started to get dressed before realising she hadn’t answered him back, her voice stuttering a moment as she let the towel drop.

Sierra Williams: Y-yeah I’m fine, just getting my shirt on...you know..ready for bed and such….

Her voice was obviously different. The words falling and raising with a higher pitch as she added a chuckle at the end. Her mind regretting it and shooting one word that also muttered out her lips. Stupid. She stopped as some positive thoughts came through her head. Wulf could be happy, he might not be so against anything. He also isn’t as smart as most would hope to be. Maybe she could hide it. Maybe the test was wrong. Maybe he didn’t sense anything different. She held the white stick in her hand and wrapped it up in the towel as she went to the door, she slowly opened it and looked up. Wulf stood there in front of her. His face full of concern and a nervous energy.

Wulf Erikson: Are you ok? You seem off. Is it the weird stomach thing you’ve had? Are you still throwing up?

The question was difficult to answer. The last three weeks she had not been in the ring, she threw up and officials had taken her off the cards to be a competitor. For the last month she had sat on the sidelines. Her calling avoiding her as she had just begun gaining traction. But now, if it was true there would be a wait for her career and dreams. She smiled lightly, doing her best to let nothing on as she lowered her voice to a calming flow, her body language relaxing as she leaned forward kissing Wulf on the cheek.

Sierra Williams: I’ll be fine..really….

She smiled again, wider this time with a small laugh under it. Wulf tilted his head studying her. He looked like a lost puppy, wanting to ask questions, desperately seeking answers. She looked away and moved past him to the small fridge, she grabbed a bottle of water and set the towel down on top of the bar fridge before looking over at the bed. As she moved toward it she stopped, Wulf moved behind her grabbing the towel.

Wulf Erikson: Si…..what’s this?

The realisation send a shock of fear into her heart and down through her stomach causing it to tighten as she took in a sharp quick breath holding it, slowly she turned around and swallowed hard, Wulf stood there holding the pregnancy test in his hand, his eyes trailing over the small box with two dark pink lines, the symbol for positive. She stuttered as her hands clasped together.

Sierra Williams: I...well..see….congratulations...daddy…..


There was an awkward silence, so thick with tension as Wulf stayed silent. Sierra swallowed hard again and waited patiently. Wulf seemed to turn white, his normally tanned skin mixing to a pale grey as his hands shook much like Sierra’s did before. His eyes trailed from the test back to her, he looked as if he was going to say something, but no sound came out, instead his face twisted into a happy smile, filled with an overpowering joy and the excitement that a new father should feel. Sierras heart lifted as she smiled back softly, but before she could say anything Wulf’s eyes rolled back, his body followed as there was a loud thud on the floor of the hotel. Sierra raised an eyebrow looking at her passed out fiance.

Sierra Williams: Well….shit….


{b]A few days later[/b]
Roswell, New Mexico

Wulf sat in the office chewing his gum nervously. His legs moving and twitching as he looked around the while walls, different medical tools sat there including a height chart, a weight index and chart. He sighed deep and his hands began to fidget and move, Sierra slowly looked to the side and raised an eyebrow. Wulf just seemed to get worse as the seconds ticked and dragged on, his hands reaching out to the desk to grab a pen as he looked at it and read the name on the side to himself. He put it back and made a small clicking noise with his tongue, Sierra just shook her head in disbelief as he got up and stared at the walls

He measured himself up against the height chart, then read the poster on smoking and lung capacity. He played with his dreads humming before Sierra finally snapped.

Sierra Williams: Wulf sit down!

He jumped and turned with his eyes wide, he shuffled over and sat down next to her as Sierra shook her head, her long black hair free and easy as it moved across her face and then down her shoulders. The door opened as the doctor stepped in the room holding a large flipboard and a file. He put it on his desk and fumbled with a pen in his pocket before sitting down across from them, his hands clasped together with a goofy smile on his face.

Doctor: Well, Mr Erikson, Miss Williams, I’m sure you’re eager for this..

He opens the file and pulls the first page up and back, Wulf stares straight a small line of sweat moving from his brow as Sierra swallows hard and sighs deeply.

Doctor: You are pregnant. 7 weeks as a matter of fact. Congratulations.

Sierra took a deep breath, the doctor confirming what she already knew. Wulf on the other hand didn’t take it quite so clean. He turned white again and held his stomach taking a hard deep breath popping to his feet. The doctor tilted his head looking confused, the light above shining off his bald head. Wulf walked over to the small sink in the corner washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face.

Doctor: I’ll..leave you two alone for a moment…

He got up and moved from the room, as the door shut Wulf shook his head.

Wulf Erikson: Wow, it’s really real Si.

Sierra Williams:Yeah…

Wulf sounded scared, his voice raised and peaked before his breath quickened. Sierra sat calm and collected. Her body language staying still and relaxed. Sierra laughed a little and shook her head.

Sierra Williams: I knew it was going to be confirmed. Those pregnancy tests have gotten pretty damn good….you going to be alright or do I need to call the doctor back?

He turned and gave her a sarcastic look before leaning against the wall with his arms folded. A small laugh escaping his lips as he studied her face, admiring her nature and ability to stay calm. “Seeing the little stick was one thing, it was a question, a possibility. Not a certainty.” He laughed and folded his arms over his chest as Sierra got to her feet picking up the piece of paper. She put it right up to his face with a grin.

Sierra Williams: That means it’s certain. In 7 months time, give or take a little, you’re going to be a father.

His shaking hands moved up, his fingers lightly taking the test results in his fingers as his eyes moved over the words, he smiled and gave her a small nod again.

Wulf Erikson: I get it Si, I do. I’m just….I’m going to take some time to get used to the idea...as you said..7 months, give or take.

She gave a small smile and a nod before taking his free hand in hers leading him out of the office and too the street with a sigh.

Present Day: We don’t play….

”That..was a war…”

Sierra Williams opens her eyes and shakes her head. Her long hair flowing down her shoulders as she takes in a deep breath steadying herself.

”I don’t like Evie Jordan. I think I have made that clear on social media as well as in promotional videos and each time I punched that bitch in the mouth during our matches. See she has had this ego about her that really got under my skin. She had this arrogance and this air of superiority. I hated Evie Jordan yesterday, I hate her today and guess what, I’ll hate her tomorrow. But even I have to admit that she is a tough bitch….”

“I put her in a sharpshooter and she lasted longer than most. In the end she may have tapped out but even then, as a competitor, I respect Evie Jordan…”

“But, Lachlan and I still beat Ben and Evie, we still retained our mixed tag team titles and it was also a war. And since Lachlan and I have been here we have dominated this division. The only setbacks we’ve had have been in a few mish mashed matches. Lachlan lost to Tony Thorn recently and I lost in a triple threat match. It was my only loss since I stepped foot in SCW five months ago.”

Sierra smirks and folds her arms over her hockey jersey with a scoff as her head tilts.

”But the work of a champion is never done and Lachlan and I are ready to defend OUR tag team titles against anyone. I don’t care if it’s a random made up team of two people who have nothing better to do, I don’t care if it’s Ben and Evie again. I don’t even care if Roxi Johnson walks her ass back into SCW and picks Ty West or Fenris as a partner. Lachlan and I are fighting champions. These titles hold a special place in my heart not just because Lachlan and I have won them together but also cause this is the first championship I have been able to win that isn’t just a regional thing. I had my shots in other companies for gold and I was always just a fingertip away. But SCW have given us a place to shine and for that I will be grateful…”

“And now here we are getting ever closer to Climax Control 229 where we face Gamer Inc. A group of four and we have no idea which members will be in the ring with us. I heard Beverly cut a promo so she is the female side but I have no idea who the male will be. Honestly, it doesn’t matter.”

“Not saying that Gamer Inc doesn’t matter as a whole, it just doesn’t matter who will be in the ring with us. See Lachy and I will be prepared for anyone and everything. Cause that’s what we do. We are a team in and out of the ring. We live together, we train together, we keep each other grounded. We are a team in every sense of the word, and the only way a team will dethrone us is by being a better team. Will that be Gamer Inc?. Who nows, I mean they probably have extensive experience and a great chemistry…”

“Or do they?”

Sierra pauses for a moment and smirks.

”Since Lachlan and I joined SCW there have been nine events held. Seven Climax Controls and two supercards. Now, in those nine shows I have appeared in 5 of those. I lost one match out of those five. ONE. Lach has been at seven of those shows and won at five of them and lost twice. Now, the matches we lost were triple threat matches. And we are undefeated UNDE-FEATED in tag team competition. But, that doesn’t mean we’re slouches when we aren’t teaming. I’m one and one in non tags. I lost a triple threat after being blindsided and Lachlan has beaten people like Kader Hasheem and Jake Raab...yeah a Jake Raab who is now a former world champion…”

“So our career in SCW have been pretty damn amazing. I mean we have beaten Mercedes Vargas who is a hall of famer, we beat a team who BEAT YOU CHUMPS. And we kept our tag belts. But what about Gamer Inc, surely they must have an amazing run right?. Surely the whole time Lachlan and I have been knocking over teams and putting on amazing performances these four had to have been showing the world just how amazing they are….”

“Those same nine events, Gamer Inc didn’t have matches at five of them. And the four matches they did have, you want to guess how many matches this number one contender incredible team and stable of “totally real wrestlers” won?...go ahead...google it I’ll wait…”

Sierra looks at her watch for a moment and then her nails before rechecking her watch after about 20 seconds.

“One, one match. Against Jerry Cann and Kandy Kaine, two people who got shipped back to Sin City Underground. Every single other match they have failed miserably. They lost to Ben and Evie, They lost to Amy and Jon, they lost to Alex and Austin and they weren’t even good enough to have a match at High Stakes 8. Now I only included Gamer Inc’s tag matches, not however many matches they may have had as singles wrestlers, I was nice and included mine and lachy’s singles forays to add a little balance...even though there is none…”

“Gamer Inc are a group who like to stay visible on shows and rarely perform and when they do they simply do not stand up and be accountable for their own careers and shortcomings. They do not hope to grow and accept losses they simply ignore them. I know I lost to Mercedes in a triple threat match, my one loss and I hope to overcome that and someday avenge it. But, if we’re talking Tag teaming, Gamer Inc are failures. One win against a team that isn’t even in SCW and a bunch of losses to better teams does not make them contenders. And the worst part is they have talent. They have talent back lack the drive, heart and understanding to be anything more than a group of chuckleheads who will keep getting beaten and cashing their checks...meanwhile Lachlan and I will keep being the greatest tag team in the world…”

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Thunder Bay Ontario, Canada
18 Months Ago

Sierra walked out of the family court her hands balled into fists as she quickly put gum in her mouth. She heard laughing, a familiar voice. She turned her head and growled seeing her ex Donovan with his lawyer. They laughed and shook hands. Sierra turned and walked towards him, a hand grabbing her arm unexpectedly. She spun around and came face to face with Wulf. His long blonde dreads tied back as he stood dressed somewhat respectfully and smart in a button up shirt and long pants.

He looks over at Donovan and shakes his head slowly. Sierra grits her teeth and hears the laugh again, she pulls away from Wulf and goes toward him, Wulf slides up and around in front of her close enough to whisper

Wulf: It ain’t worth it SiSi….

Sierra breathes deep over and over, her chest heaving as her teeth grind together. Wulf grabs onto her tight and rubs her back slowly. His hand drifting up and down over and over, his cheek meeting hers. Sierra sighs and calms herself. His scent causing her to breath normal, her chest raising and sinking at a slower pace. Donovan looked over at them with a sneer, a flash in Sierra’s eyes caused him to speed off faster.

Sierra: He lied, he stood there and lied to the judge, he paid off that cop...Wulf….I’ve lost Jade….

Wulf had no idea what to say, he slid his hands from her back to her hands holding them tight as he looked deep in her eyes. The anger started fading, instead a sadness took them over. Tears started to well up as the weight of the situation started to bare down upon her. Wulf squeezed her hands and cleared his throat.

Wulf: Babe, listen to me. No matter what happens I promise you we’re going to fight this. We’ll get her back….I’ll get her back….I don’t know how, but I never make promises I can’t keep Si

She gave him a slow nod and pressed her head into his chest, he ran a hand through her long dark hair and smiled as she squeezed him tight. Sierra pulled back wiping the tears from her eyes taking a deep breath before adjusting her clothes.

Sierra: Thanks for being here Wulf. I needed it….

Wulf: There’s nowhere else I’d rather be Sierra.

Je suis ta fin

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Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
10 Months Ago

Each shot hit with all the power she had. There was no holding back. No thought of preservation of energy. The sweat ran down her face as her long black hair stayed tied back. Sierras feet danced along the hardwood floor as the heavy black bag swung from the ceiling. Her hands wrapped in black and gold boxing wraps as they moved at blinding speeds, she didn’t even know how long she’d been there for. How long she’d moved and darted and weaved. After a few more shots she stepped back and launched a kick slamming her shin bone into the leather causing a dent to form in it.

Sierra ground her teeth together, the anger rising deep in her stomach as she looked out the large window looking out onto the streets of Thunder Bay. For the last year she had called this home. A place at one point she wanted to desperately escape from. Growing up here to a French-Canadian mother and a Mexican-American father was hard enough but having to come back here after trying to hard to leave and make a life in the big bad world was almost humiliating. She loved the reason for it. Falling pregnant with Wulf’s baby last year. After losing her daughter Jade to her ex, after he used the court system against her with his lies. Sierra thought she’d never be happy. But five months ago with the birth of Olivia she was happy….

Was...happy…

The last few months the itch had returned. At first Sierra went to the gym to stay in shape. To simply get back the body she once had and stay active. But after a month the strength returned and after watching wrestling on TV for the first time in a year it happened. She had the urge, the need, the desire. As she watched people she had beaten rise up and others stay stagnant the anger kept bubbling to the surface. Things were not good at home. She loved Olivia, she loved Wulf. but there was something missing. And now. Well, now she knew she was coming back. Signing a contract to go back to work. Behind Wulfs back.

Sierra walked over to the workout bench, her hands shaking as the feeling set in. Her joints ached. Her muscles stiffened. Her body racked with pain. But she felt alive for the first time in a year. Her hand drifting over her stomach wondering if she really had it anymore. As she stuffed her gear in her back she pulled out her phone. 10 missed calls. 5 voicemails. 25 texts. All from Wulf. She shook her head knowing what it was about.

He had been alone with Olivia.

Wulf was a great and crazy wrestler, a wonderful boyfriend, but as a father he left alot to be desired. He felt overwhelmed and out of his element. Sierra would go to the gym, much like today and after only an hour he would panic. She sighed and walked into the locker area to get changed as she set her back down. Her phone making the message tone again as Wulf asked yet another stupid question. Sierra growled and slammed the locker door shut, her fist pushing against the flimsy metal leaving a dent. Sierra turned and sat down, her head in her hands as she took a few deep breaths. She didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to face it. And that made her feel like a bad person.

She reached into her bag and the sound of rattling was heard as she pulled out a pill bottle. She had been prescribed them but had still yet to take them. Her stomach seemed to tie itself in knots as her mind flashed back to her past. Where she had come from and the trials she had been through. Her drug addiction, losing her oldest daughter, the premature birth of Olivia. Her struggle to get back into shape and want to wrestle. All of it seemed to much. Maybe the pills would help?. Maybe they would set her free. She shook her head and placed them back in her bag getting to her feet sending a quick message back to Wulf giving him advice and promising she’d be home soon.

Home….


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Las Vegas, Nevada
Present Day.

We were only a few days away now. Inception 3. A huge event for SCW. A huge event for Sierra and Lachlan. They had come in and as a team beaten the best, but as singles competitors seemed to come up short. Sierra stood in the gym staring at the different equipment. Her long black hair braided and stuck to her skin through sweat as he hands clasped together. A few strands of hair flowed down the sides of her face as she sighed loudly.

”I don’t really know what to say here. We’re only a few daysd out freom Inception and I seem, lost. See there’s all this talk about SCW vs Honor. All this talk about Wolfslair and the different title belts and unifications. But where do Lachy and I fit in that?. He and I weren’t a part of Honor, he and I signed with SCW when the merger happened. Coming in from Division when it folded. So where do he and I stand?. Well, I suppose the answer is actually quite simple…”

“We stand with each other.”

“Lachlan and I are two of the best wrestlers on this planet and we have shown it. From the second we walked into this company to the second we will walk out of it, we will be two of the best. And we have been preparing to show it. But, it’s been a struggle. In not knowing who are opponents are going to be we have had to come up with a variety of gameplans and strats for this. We don’t know the condition either of our possible opponent sets could be in. But, all three teams have their own obstacles to overcome. See no matter who wins out of Jon and Amy or Ben and Evie, they are going to have to contend with fresh champions. And no matter how long they have to collect themselves, it’s going to be hard for them to have two matches in one night….”

Sierra pushed up on her knees getting to her feet as she moves around the gym, she picked up a hoodie and slid it on doing it up as she picked up her bag and moved through to the outside, she stopped and leaned against the brick wall with a sigh.

”I also feel like some people don’t “get” us. And what’s more, I feel like some SCW roster members don’t get how professional wrestling works. See there is always going to be a company that is better than the one you were before. Even when switching back and forth. That is the way peoples ego’s work. “Oh you came from WWH?. Well that place sucked.”. It’s the same old song and dance. But you know what I found out?. It’s the competitors not the company. Look at Alicia Lukas, she has beaten alot of the top names in SCW in another company but people still talk shit about her and count her out. How the fuck does that make sense?”

“It’s the same here. As I said. I like Ben and Evie Jordan, they have been great names and ambassadors for SCW and are a great team. But they’re whole “SCW is a place like you’ve never been” schtick is bullshit. SCW is a professional wrestling company. The names and faces change but the challenges and obstacles remain the same. You people want to put yourselves up on a pedastal?. Honor, SCW blah..fuck that shit…”

“I’ve been around the world, large companies, small companies, all women companies, death match companies. All of it mixed together and I only won my first major title after two and a half years of being in what people would call “mainstream” companies here in SCW. Does that mean I automatically think the companies I came from were better?. Hell no. In WWH I had a chance at being the first ever Brimstone champion, hell I beat Slappy McGoo that big seven foot bastard that entered SCW to advance in that tournament. In DIVISION I had a shot at Dickie Watson for the title, and both of those I came up short. But does that mean WWH and DIVISIONS competiton was tougher?..”

“No…”

“It means nothing in the grand scheme of things. What means something, what means the world is going out there week in and week out and proving it. Being a great professional wrestler is about consistancy and as a team Lachlan and I are consistant. And if we want to make these titles mean something we have to keep being consistant.”

Sierra shakes her head with a small laugh.

”Ben brought up that Lachlan and I didn’t keep the mixed tag division alive, like we personally broke his little heart or destroyed his illusions about SCW. Because London Underground held these championships and they are two hall of famers. Really? That’s your argument?. Ben, since these titles got brought in they have been passed and handed around through different teams without anyone really putting a stamp on them. Lachlan and I want to keep these titles not just to increase our own profile and show how good we are we want to keep these because losing them to you and Evie or Jon and Amy will just keep them going around and around again and in the end everyone will have a turn and the title belts themselves won’t matter….”

“I might be wrong, Lachy and I might now be the team to do thyat, it might be Ben and Evie, it might be Amy and Jon.”

“But, I wouldn’t bet against us. Ben seems to be the more level headed of the team and he seems happy to suck up to Christian and Mark, verbally blowing them and SCW like he has cancer and the cure is going to ejaculate all over his face if he sucks them off hard enough. And Evie?. Well, Evie put her foot in her mouth when her over glorified model wannabe ass decided to infer that after being in the ring with her I’d puss out and ask to never face her again…”

“Really bitch?”

“Do you fucking know who I am or where I’m from?. Honey you think you’re some kind of bad ass gucci girl but lets be honest. In my world, back home, you’d be nothing but an coño tonto. I’d rip your fake nails off one by one, shave that head of hair and shove your ass out the door. You wouldn’t last five minutes against me on the street or in a ring. So slow your roll, shut your fucking mouth and get in line behind your husband because when you talk it puts the womens movement back ten steps…”

Sierra scoffs and shakes her head swearing more in spanish, then french, then back to spanish, before calming down.

”But, still, atleast Evie opened her mouth and tried to show some fire. Unlike Amy and Jon. Jon seems to be confused as to what he’s even doing here, talking to Song like she has ANYTHING to do with this and Amy who, well, seemed more confused about our name than anything else. And boring?. Fucking boring?. You can call me and Lachy alot of things, arrogant, goofy, kinda dumb. But boring?. Honey, you’re stretching….”

“And as I said, I want to face Jon and Amy just to get in the ring with Amy to see how I measure up…”

“That’s cause, ya know...I’m a champion..not a wannabe like Evie…”

“In a few days it all happens. Lach and I will know who are opponents are, and then we’ll get in the ring and settle it. All I can really say is that whoever walks out of Inception as the mixed tag team champions is going to have damn sure earned it. And at the end of the night, there will be atleast some fans chanting Kill Sierra Kill….”

 Plus les choses changent, plus elles restent les mêmes
(The more things change, the more they stay the same)

Camera On {Off}
Fresno California
2 Years Ago

Equinox: Thanks for meeting me Sierra…

She sat across from him in the small diner in the inner suburbs of Fresno. Just a small walk from the hotel all the talent were staying at for the week. She trailed up to his eyes, looking past the long multi-colored hair with a black bandana underneath, his amazing cheekbones and jaw structure.” He’s very handsome” she thought to herself before realizing she had been staring too long without saying a word. Her cheeks blushed a ruby red as she cleared her throat and tried to sound disinterested with a fake monotone sound.

Sierra Williams: You asked me out here for something Equinox...what is it?

He gave her a small smile, one filled with arrogance. He’d seen her blushing red cheeks, looked past the fake tone and disinterested half grin. He knew he was in her head. Sierra waited for his reply and swallowed hard lifting her coffee to her lips trying to hide any and all emotion from the situation. Equinox leaned forward with a small wink and twinkle in his eye.

Equinox: I just wanted to apologize for going after Mikfa-...Mikhail like that...And if that contributed to your break up I’m truly sorry. I hate the guy but you obviously saw something in him and I-

Sierra Williams: No it’s fine really….

She interrupts him and smiles with a chuckle behind it putting the coffee mug down. She looks away for a moment avoiding eye contact. Instead, she slid her long blonde hair behind her ear and chewed on her bottom lip nervously. Should she be there?. She and Mikhail had just broken up. Was this right?. Or proper. Equinox tilted his head and slid his hand across the table grabbing hers with a small squeeze.

Equinox: Hey you ok darlin’?

Sierra jumped as if waking from a daydream. She blushed an even brighter red feeling the warmth of his hand on hers. His fingertips were coarse and rough, but the way he touched her, smooth, soft and tender. A simple gesture full of caring and no sinister intent or used for a personal gain. No, this touch was one of someone who under the facepaint and daredevil antics was a real human being. Filled with compassion.

Sierra Williams: Yeah absolutely. Just got lost thinking for a minute is all…

He gave a small nod back and moved his hand picking up his own coffee drinking the last before clearing his throat and looking around nervously. He scratched the back of his neck and took a deep breath.

Equinox: Hey look, I don’t want ya to think this is too forward or anything but, well I think you’re a great girl and you were too good for Mikhail….and I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me sometime...to dinner….

Sierra’s jaw dropped as she stuttered a little being caught off guard. She looked around and took a deep breath.

Sierra Williams: Like as friends or did you just ask me out on a date?

Equinox: Well it was a date actually…

She goes silent focusing on a point on the wall behind him to relieve the tension and nervous energy. She saw out of the corner of her eye that he was starting to get nervous with her lack of communication and no answer. She took another deep breath but before she could answer….

Equinox: Hey it can just be as friends Sierra no pressure….

Sierra Williams: Si….

Equinox: What?

She leans forward with a small smile crossing her soft pink lips, her eyes softening along with her voice as she grabs his hand.

Sierra Williams: My friends and also….guys I’ll be dating...call me Si….Equinox....

Equinox: Call me Mikey…..

She gives him a nod and laughs to herself, her eyes sparkle as the light hits them as she looked down and away.

Sierra Williams: Come on...let’s get out of here….


Par la victoire, nous apprenons

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Las Vegas Nevada.
2 Years Ago

Sierra Williams: Are you sure about this Mikey?

Equinox: Of course Si….this is my thing….

Sierra closes her eyes and moves forward, the wind whistles through her hair and against her ears. She can hear the voices of everyone around her, their conversations all melding together. She takes a few deep breaths before looking out and off the end of the bridge. A large walkway over one of the gorges in the Vegas desert. Sierra looks down and takes a deep breath.

The height puts her off a little as she shakes her head and backs up into Mikey who smiles. He wraps his arms around her waist clasping his hands together holding her tight. His feet also together ready to jump with her. He smiles wide kissing her cheek.

Sierra Williams: Mikey….I can’t do this….

Equinox: Yeah you can Si, I got you...you can do anything.

Sierra Williams: You’re jumping with me right?

He gave her a nod. They both approached the edge. As her toes got to the end of the platform and she felt the space in front she took a deep inhale in. They stand at the edge together, Equinox’ hands tighten around her waist as he holds her. Her chest heaves up and down as she looks straight ahead, birds fly at eye level and all the other voices fade out with all the other noises and soon all Sierra can hear is his breathing, his voice, and their heartbeats

Equinox: Keep your eyes open, trust me, feel my arms around you and know that I will never...ever..let go….

Sierra Williams: Promise?....

Equinox: Always Si….

And with that, he pushed off. He held onto her tight as the air whipped past them. She kept her eyes open seeing the ground rush towards her, her heart almost exploding through her chest. But she didn’t scream. She smiled and felt like flying. She felt free. Equinox squeezed her as Sierra put her arms out, they slowed down and then stopped for a split second before they then went the reverse way going backward fast. And again she felt like flying. But it wasn’t the jump, the air or the birds….

It was him, his touch, his words, his heart. As they stopped and raised back up Sierra smiled wide, her hair flowing down and over her face as she turned to kiss him as they continued being pulled back up. She stared into his eyes and the feeling of freedom grew. As they raised up to the platform and were unstrapped Sierra held on to him tight.

Equinox: We’re back up Si….I told you we’d be alright….

She laughed and stepped away from him looking back for a moment before leaning against the railing of the bridge. Her long blonde, pink and black hair moving in the wind as she ran her hands along the railing. Equinox gave her a boyish grin stepping forward placing his hands on hers, he leaned in and kissed her lips, as he pulled back with a smile she leaned her forward on his chest and sighed.

Sierra Williams: I’m falling for you in more ways than one Mikey…….

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Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Present Day

”Finally. You know, I get there’s a lot of people in SCW and the wrestling world at large who just enjoy being signed to a company and enjoy just collecting a paycheck, sitting at home. I get there are some people who are just happy to be in this business. But, I’m not like that. I signed on to SCW not just to tag with Lachlan but to be one of the best in the world. I enjoy being one-half of the mixed tag team champions, I enjoy holding this…”

Sierra slowly lifts up her half of the tag titles. She slides the title belt over her shoulder and smiles moving back and forth.

”See, I am happy to finally hold a major title. I had my chances in WWH, I had my chances in DIVISION but I could never quite get there. And in SCW Lachlan and I broke through that glass ceiling. But I want more. I want the Roulette title, I want the...argh...Bombshell title. See, I haven’t had my time to shine in a singles match yet. I have been teaming with Lachlan and we have done a great job. We were stars in another company and we walked in here and got asked to team up. See the mixed tag division needed rebuilding. It had already become stagnant and Lachlan and I kicked it in the ass. Something that Jake Raab seems to have a problem with.”

“Yeah Jake, we all heard you. We all heard your whining and crying, we all saw you throw your little tantrum before Lachlan beat you. We came into SCW, we beat the champions twice. We did it when the titles weren’t on the line, we did it with the titles on the line and if they had wanted a rematch we would have done it then too, but it seems to me Mercedes and Kain want to get on with their lives. And SCW is giving a whole host of people the opportunity to earn a shot against us and I tell you what. If you went and found a woman to team with Lachlan and I would put our titles on the line against you too, but, nah, instead you went and bitched your way into a shot for another title. Congrats Jake, meanwhile I’m going to be stepping into the ring with Mercedes Vargas and Ella Singleton.”

“And I’m excited for that, cause as I said, I haven’t been able to show what I can do. I haven’t been able to stand on my own two feet but now, I have that chance to…”

Sierra laughs to herself and adjusts the SCW mixed tag title.

”And I get to do it, against one of my idols again. But you know, there was a line in MGK’s song “rap devil”. When your idols become your rivals. And you and I Mercedes are now rivals. Look, you are a Hall of Famer Mercedes. You have a long history in this company that is one of the best runs and careers that anyone could ever hope for. You have collected titles, accolades, and records. You have been one of the best of the best and no one. NO ONE can take it away from you and yeah, it should be celebrated. You should be congratulated. But at the same time….being a champion and a legend comes with certain setbacks and harsh realities.”

“See, you walk backstage and all your former rivals will shake your hand, the management group will smile and want to keep you around cause, as you said, you’re too important to this company to lose. Thing is, they’re all disrespecting you. They all look you in the eye and tell you how great you are. They tell you how you’re one of the greatest to ever lace up a pair of boots but what they don’t tell you, is that your aura as a bright shining star, had faded. What they don’t tell you, Mercedes is that those doubts you have inside yourself. Those ones creeping in the back of your mind day in day out as you put up your little “this day in SCW” nostalgia posts are real.”

“It happens to us all Mercy. And honestly, it’s fucking painful to watch.”

“I remember breaking into this business and looking up to you. Being a real fan. And now?. Look at you. You had a great run in Honor. But you were protected. You had people around you. Then you got beaten and the idea of immortality broke apart. And then as the companies merged, your name has fallen to the ground, and no one can help it up. You’re past your use by date. And the only way now to save face is to look in the mirror and understand who you are now…”

Sierra scoffs and folds her arms.

”You had the chance to be humble, to be a respected locker room leader when Lachlan and I beat you and Kain. You could have gone out there all over social media or in the ring and said “these two are the future” you could have shown us the proper respect. But you didn’t. Instead, you ran your mouth, called it a fluke and then seemed to be shocked and surprised when it happened again and we became the champions. But the thing is Mercy, it's not just with us. I mean Lachlan and I are new to the world stage, he was a big name in the European Independents and myself in Canada and Mexico, so I guess a lack of respect for someone like me isn’t that rare….but then you had your match with Alicia Lukas and that...that is where we really see the gap come in…”

“Alicia outpaced you and beat you. You talked a lot of trash and couldn’t back it up and not once, to myself, to Lachlan, to Alicia or to anyone have you hung your head and shown one ounce of understanding. You’re a world-weary veteran and as I said an SCW Hall of Famer. But your actions have been that of an angry, bitter, aging starlet. Jealous that the next generation does it faster and harder….and now Mercy...time is up…..”

“Just like it seems to be for the first wheel in our little shin-dig Miss Ella Singleton. It looks like it was time up on your pursuit of the Honor Legacy Title and a win over Jesse Salco. It was entertaining to watch you go after her and dig yourself into a hole with your pre-match bullshit as you ran your mouth only to get beaten down and humiliated. Not once but twice.”

“And to be honest with you Ella, that’s all I know about you. You have basically been Jesse Salco’s bitch for the last month and somehow you get thrown into this triple threat match against an aging legend well past her use by date and even further from their prime and myself. A current champion, the future of SCW...That’s what you’re stuck with Ella. You’re an afterthought in a match between two much more talented and memorable people. But with that being said, that’s what makes you dangerous. Your ability to kind of, blend into the furniture and go unnoticed, but trust me on this Ella, I’m not going to forget about the self proclaimed “duchess” of Florida….especially when I’m walking back up the ramp at Climax Control as a winner….”

 Thunder Bay, Ontario Canada
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2 Years Ago.

Knock Knock

The sound echoed through the small house in Thunder Bay. The heavy wooden door didn’t budge as a repeated knock sent another echo through. A male voice was heard as Sierra sat alone. Her hands flicking the polaroids. A younger looking version of herself. Perhaps 19 or 20 stares back with Carter. A much younger Carter 17 or 18. His hair cut short, no beard. His arms and upper body skinny and covered in a hockey jersey. His arm draped over Sierra’s shoulder, her long black hair tied up and away from her face.

She shakes her head turning to the next one. A similar picture only this one was a little later. Carter’s hand no longer draped over her shoulder as a friend, now it was around her waist. Curled on her hip. Sierra’s body pressed against his as her hand stayed over his heart. Sierra ground her teeth together letting out a growl, then she heard it as if snapping from a daze.

Carter Kennedy: Sierra I know you’re in there!...let me in!....

She scoffed and shook her head turning to another photo, a stab to the heart as he eyes moved over it. Carters lips were on hers, the photograph captured by a friend without their knowledge and given after as a gift. Sierra’s hands shook as she dropped the pile and turned towards the door, her voice deeper now with more base and anger, her French/Mexican mixed accent coming through stronger.

Sierra Williams: Well maybe if you had fucking come home to me like you promised I WOULDN’T HAVE CHANGED THE LOCKS CARTER….

Carter Kennedy: SI!...come on please...let me explain….Si!

He yelled louder, the neighbors no doubt heard and were getting ready to complain. Sierra just shook her head again as she looked at the pile of pictures she had just dropped on the small table. One hung out from the pile. Her hand drifted down, she gave it a small tug and raised it up as her hand met her lips. Sierra and Carter together, their hands interlocked around her midsection, she closed her eyes and took a sharp breath in trying to keep her composure.  

Carter Kennedy: Si…..do you still have that box?....

Her eyes sprung open, she tried not to look. Her heart pleading with her brain, begging it not to look. She turned her head to the dresser. There facing her was a small velvet box. Burgundy in color with a small gold trim, her mind flashed to the night Carter handed it to her, promising her someday he’d fill it with something for her. Her hands trembled as she turned and picked it up, her feet moving with purpose towards the door, he took a breath in and held it to her chest as her other hand laid flat on the wood.

Carter Kennedy: Si, I have what belongs in there, please….please open the door baby….

The walls crashed down as the cracks broke. She closed her eyes tight as tears flowed down her cheeks. She unlocked the door opening it slowly. She stood in a white sweater, black jeans, and her bare feet as the cold air rushed in. Carter stepped in and closed the door behind him, he took off his jacket and his hand drifted under her chin pulling her face to his. The second she saw him it all faded away. The hurt, the anger, the pain. It was all gone.

His deep brown eyes stared into hers and showed remorse, sadness and above all love. The shell Sierra has put up faded away and disappeared. She let out a small breathy sigh and looked away. Carter swallowed hard and grabbed her hands, the box cupped in there.  

Carter Kennedy: Marry me…..

She was unable to speak, instead, a few whimpers pushed from her body. She swallowed hard and tears flowed. Carter took her hand sliding the ring on her finger and then pulled her body against his. She wrapped her arms around him refusing to let go as he kissed her forehead.

Carter Kennedy: Is that a yes?/

Sierra Williams: Of course it is….you idiot….

They both laughed and stayed locked around each other. Carter swayed side to side as Sierra turned her head and listened to his heartbeat. After a few minutes, Sierra pulled back and wiped her tears from her eyes looking at her hand and the ring.  

Sierra Williams: What took you so long?....

They both laughed and Carter shook his head cupping her cheek before kissing her slowly as he pulled back he smiled warmly and looked deep into her eyes again.

Carter Kennedy: I just needed to lose you to know how much I needed you….I’m sorry Si, I love you…

Sierra Williams: I love you to Carter….I always did….


Thunder Bay, Ontario Canada.  
Camera On [Off]  
A few weeks later

She was so angry, her hands were shaking. The messages scrolled by. As her eyes took it all in. I miss you, Carter, they said I love you, Carter. The dates showed the time, the dates betrayed his lies. She dropped his phone and turned as he walked in with a smile. A smile that quickly faded as he saw her face and his phone. Carter swallowed hard and stuttered.

Carter Kennedy: Si I-

Sierra Williams: No….I don’t want to hear it…

She stepped forward handing him his phone, the screen now cracked. Her long blonde hair with red and black streaks flows down from under a black bandana tied around her head. Her bright blue eyes staring into his with a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and anger. Carter just stared blankly, embarrassed he got caught. He turned away unable to look her in the eye. Sierra shook her head and turned away, tears welling up in her eyes. They felt hot as they streamed down her face. Burning like acid along her pale cheeks. Carter stepped forward and put his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and turned to slap him across his face.

Sierra Williams: DON’T!.....I don’t get it, Carter, I was gone, you wanted someone else and I was gone but you continually over and over again pulled me back in with your promises and lies. All I wanted was to be happy and every single time I went to move on you sabotaged it….DIDN’T YOU?...

He stayed silent, looking down and away. Sierra seethed. Her teeth grinding together as she burned a hole through him with her gaze. Her fists clenched together as her nails dug into her palms. Her engagement ring cutting against her flesh. Blood trickles from her hand and drops to the floor. Carter looks down and opens his mouth to say something. Before he can Sierra turns her hand taking the bloodstained ring off setting it on the table.  

Sierra Williams: I’m done, Carter…..I wanted you...I loved you. But this...I can’t do this and I don’t want to

Carter Kennedy: Si….come on..we can work this out….

She grabbed her bag slinging it over her shoulder, as she went to walk passed him Carter grabbed her arm hard pulling her back into a kiss. For a moment when their lips met, she forgot herself. Lost in the memories. She pulled back and swallowed hard shaking her head again. As he reached out for her she swung her fist connecting with his jaw. Carter stumbled back, Sierra growled her anger and stepped back towards the door.

Sierra Williams: Don’t try and find me, don’t come and see me, if you do happen to pick up the pieces of your career that you and that silly little bitch Ashley flushed down the toilet DO NOT contact me….

She opens the door stepping through, she chuckles and stops turning back over her shoulder with a smirk.

Sierra Williams: Oh and I know you never asked because you didn’t want to know, but yeah...Mik and I slept together….he is a real man...not a man-child like you...grow up Carter…..

Slam

Calgary, Alberta, Canada
Camera [On] Off
Present Day

”Sometimes, “I told you so” just doesn’t cut it you know?”

Sierra Williams is the picture of confidence as she paces back and forth in front of her Calgary home. A red bandana around her head as her long black hair peeks out from under it. She wears a black Lachlan Kane shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans as she smiles and shakes her head.

”I stood here before Climax Control 220 and I told you all what Lach and I were going to do. I told you all and I told Kain and Mercedes and then when I got to the show I told you then too. But see, they both have this arrogance they carry with them. It’s not really a bad thing, I mean arrogance has done me well in my life and career. Knowing that you are better than someone, knowing how good you are and going out there and proving it is the greatest feeling in the world. I struggled and scratched and clawed for years and I was held back because of my former tag team partner. I had to sit back and watch as he made stupid mistakes. It wasn’t until I struck out on my own two years ago that I finally found the recognition I deserved and started making a name for myself….”

“But in Lachlan, I have an equal. I have a guy who is just as hungry as I am who isn’t dumb enough to make the same mistakes others have.”

“Now, Mercedes and Kain rightfully had confidence going into this match. I’m not going to begrudge them that. We came onto their turf, we had success in o9ther places. We were names in Canada, Japan, Europe, Mexico and a few companies in the states but we were an unproven and unknown commodity here in SCW. That is until we beat the champions. Now, before I get into all that I think maybe I need to explain the dynamic Lach and I have.”

“Lachlan is calm and honorable.”

Sierra smiles and blushes a little thinking about him, she clears her throat and shakes her head putting the “mean” face back on before continuing.

”He will go out there and be the calming influence on me and stop me from doing anything too, let’s say, drastic?. Then there’s me, I add the necessary anger and aggression to the team. I’d be just as comfortable punching either of you in the face repeatedly as I would trading arm drags and single leg takedowns. We have the perfect blend and we trust each other completely. We share a ring, we share a bed, we share a relationship that will go on long after our careers wind down. Do you two have that?. I mean I know I watched Kain give Mercedes a verbal lick and tickle in his promo but aside from a business relationship build on mutual masturbation what is it that you have as a bond?”

“You do have a few things in common, the mutual arrogance and championship history. But you also have something else in common. Being wrong. You said we had no chance. WRONG. You said we were against the wrong opponents. WRONG.. You were wrong.

She chuckles again and shrugs before mumbling under her breath in Spanish.

”Something caught my eyes and ears though. Kain, you stood there and said in the strongest of tones. “No, you will not win”. That sounded like a guarantee. That sounded like a certainty. And everything Mercedes decided to spew out amounted to “I am a god in SCW, I am unbeatable, look at these statistics”. You know the only problem with making certainties and talking like you’re unbeatable?. When you lose..like you two did...you look like a pair of assholes.”

“Or, in Kain’s case talking himself up like that and saying we consider him to be a “dark horse” makes me think something else about him. It makes Kain look like, a weak link. And hey man if you’re the best SCW has to offer to the point where you want to go after the world title and Fenir then maybe Lachlan is wasting his time going for those mixed tag titles with me and he should just go straight for that world title. Cause Lachlan is clearly twice the man you are. Just like I’m twice the woman Mercedes Vargas is…”

Sierra scoffs and folds her arms over her chest showing a certain attitude and swagger.

”See, Mercedes is someone who has had so much success that when she is presented with someone who is an equal or maybe someone who is better than her, her mind twists and contorts the truth. Mercedes beat Sam Tolson for that Honor title. You know who else has beaten Sam Tolson?. Me. Now, that list of people who have humbled that arrogant bitch is long and distinguished but it goes towards my point. I used to chuckle and laugh at Mercedes dragging Tolson around by her deflated ego. I used to laugh at the fact Tolson refused to admit Vargas could be better than her or her equal or give her props for beating her.”

“But now?...”

“Well all you have to do is look at Vargas’ attitude. Alicia Lukas beat her, she doesn’t acknowledge it, instead throws out random shit about win streaks, unpinned streaks and how great she is. And it’s not just restricted to her. Look at this past week. Lachlan and I beat her and Kain, and when presented with this fact. And it was a fact. Mercedes simply said. Lightning won’t strike twice. Really?. Really Mercedes?. Congratulations Mercy. You have become what you hate…”

“You have become Samantha Tolson…”

Sierra snarls and shakes her head knowing that one line will cut deep.

”I’m not going to deny you’re a great talent, Mercedes. I would never say that. In fact, for a time I looked up to you. But those who don’t respect the past are doomed to repeat it and you already failed that test. Lachlan and I will go into this match with confidence and with respect to your abilities as professional wrestlers. High Stakes will be a great night and it will be a war. But it will be a close war that could go either way. And either you accept that or fail. And then when you are standing there, without those pretty titles, what is it that you’ll say?. What statistic will you throw out there to avoid having to face your own insecurities and career mortality?.....this truly is High Stakes gambling….and I hold all the aces bitch”