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Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
18 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. Sierra's 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 living 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 a lot 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 too 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….
A few hours later]/b]
There was silence between them. As it had been for months. Since Olivia had come into this world they had both grown distant and apart. Wulf seemed to love his daughter but hate the responsibility. He was a free spirit, used to being able to just chase shiny things like a dog wandering the world,. But here, and now he had to grow up. He was young, much younger than Sierra at 22, she was 28 and had been through so much already. And strangely it was the free spirit that she now hated that caused her to fall in love with him over a year ago.
When they met Sierra was broken. Two bad relationships, Carter and Mikhail had broken her. Another relationship she ruined with Equinox. It was Wulf’s sweet, free, fun nature that had helped her see the life she wanted. Or rather she thought she wanted. But now a year and some change since they got together Sierra found herself sitting at the kitchen table at their home, their daughter asleep in her crib. And the silence was thick between them. Wulf seemed tired, spent and almost resentful. Sierra was the same way. The bright spot of the last few months being Olivia’s birth, but in the last three Sierra had become a different person..
She had a need.
A need to compete.
Wulf looked across the table at her and went to open his mouth but stopped, almost as if he had a question and was afraid of the answer. His green eyes darted away and back down at his plate, the vegetable half eaten and cold as Sierra slowly cut into her steak, the blood from it pooling across the white porcelain. And there was a problem. Despite their love for one another Wulf was a very different person to her.
He was a vegetarian, he was a thrill seeker, he saw wrestling as a thrill, as something cool to do. Like a hobby. Sierra needed protein, she loved steak, she saw wrestling as her calling and had very little tolerance or patience for people who didn’t see it the same way as her. She loved being a mother but hated staying at home. Wulf has also failed to keep the money coming in, instead of spending his days flipping through magazines.
Sierra’s heart sank. Is this what her world had become?. Is this what she was to feel for the rest of her life?. He was a good father, she knew it in her heart, She saw it every time he picked her up and smiled. He felt it when Olivia would smile and laugh at her crazy father's dreadlocks and grin. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t what she needed or wanted. And both were miserable. Sierra closed her eyes and looked to the side as Wulf tried to make eye contact. His voice stuttering as he went to ask a question, one Sierra was not expecting.
Wulf: Si, are you seeing someone else?
She looked up, her neck almost snapping up with anger as her brown eyes burned. How could he ask that? Her hands slowly closed into fists as she grew so mad she let out a nervous laugh, her body almost shaking as she tried to keep herself contained and calm. She took a few deep breaths as her teeth ground together, as her eyes opened Wulf looked at her, hurt and wanting, needing to know. Sierra gave a small shake of her head and scoffed.
Sierra: Seeing someone else?. Why would you ask me that?. Do you think so little of me that because things are rough I would just go turn my back on you?. Like a common whore?. Like the other five hundred women in this business?...”
Her words spat like venom. Wulf put his head down in thought realizing her anger and her hurt reflected his. Sierra stood up as she finished her foot cleaning off her plate, her hands sore, her body in pain after working out all day to get back into ring shape, to try and get her life back. She was now close to being in better shape before she left before she fell pregnant with their child over a year ago. Her mind still racked with guilt after finding out she was 8 weeks pregnant a week after her final match.
Wulf stood up, he moved across the room putting his plate down on the counter, his hands slowly moving across her midsection, he held her tight, Sierra didn’t show him a drop of affection, instead of going about her business cleaning. Wulf moved around and pushed his body against the bench with a sigh.
Wulf: So, where have you been going?
Sierra tilted her head sideways, if looks could kill Wulf would have been on the floor, dead and gasping for air. She finished the plate and pushed it to the side before slowly looking in Wulfs eyes.
Sierra: I’ve been at the gym. I’ve been getting back in ring shape, cause while you sit on your ass and plan your skydiving and bungee jumping, I need to make money...and I miss it, Wulf...I miss it all and I am so sick of this...awkward bullshit….
She waited for him to say something. Anything. The silence stayed between them as Wulf seemed to be gobsmacked and surprised. A shock over him as he seemed to shut down, his arms folded over his chest as he sighed and stared at the floor. Sierra’s eyes begged for him to understand, to hate it, for something other than quiet indignation. She swallowed hard and gave a nod before slowly walking past him and out the door, Wulf staying silent as the door shut behind her.
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Thunder Bay, Ontario, Canada
Present Day.
“Evie fuckin Jordan…”
Sierra Williams laughs to herself as she clasps her hands together. Her long black hair tied back and away from her face that is half covered by a bandana. Her eyes seem to be the focal point as she puts her head down slightly, tilting it to the side, her eyebrows furrowed downward as a small noise similar to a snort escaped from under the bandana.
“Before I get into this match and what it will mean to me and hopefully to you let me make one thing clear. Lachlan and I...run this shit…”
He words spit like venom, angry and sharp/ What we’ve come to expect from Sierra Williams. A woman who seems to have a constant chip on her shoulder. A woman who doesn’t even seem to take the time to enjoy the fact she and Lachlan won. They did exactly what they said they would and have again proved themselves to be the best tag team in SCW. But something burned inside her. Anger was rising up as her arms moved up and over her chest crossing over, her legs straightened as she took what looked to be a power stance.
“Not that you’d know since apparently, our win was a shocker. Many people, in SCW and in the wrestling world believed our win was an upset. An upset?. Really?. You know, this company was going through a major change when Lachy and I decided to sign our contracts. SCW took a hiatus and the funny part was when I was leaving WWH and I went to DIVISION it was because SCW was taking time off. I was thinking about signing here and I should thank them for closing really. Cause I met Lachlan at DIVISION, so it’s funny how these things work out. But still, SCW had come back, Honor merged and there was an influx of stars. Lachlan and I could have been lost in the shuffle. We could have been forgotten about and put on the damn pre-show every week. But we were given one chance...one shot...to prove ourselves in the minds of the SCW fans and management…”
“We were free from the Honor stigma…”
“Free from the “us vs them” mentality that Y'all have adopted”
“Nah, Lachy and I were a bolt of lightning that struck SCW and the mixed tag division, it created fire, sparks and an explosion. Suddenly the titles no one gave a rats ass about, the title that had been passed around and traded between teams since it’s Inception meant something. Tell me, what is London Underground doing now?. Hmm?. Hell, I’ll do you one better. Look at the people we won these off. Kain and Vargas. Two who many considered to be the best of the best here?. Where are they now?. Kain has barely been seen to the point where I want to put his ugly face on milk cartons and Mercedes Vargas lone bragging right has been a half of fame induction that should of told her old ass to retire and a win over me in a triple threat match that...in the grand scheme of things has meant nothing…”
“We make these titles matter….”
“We make these titles worth holding.”
She laughs to herself and paces back and forth a little. Her black skinny jeans moving under the red and black hockey jersey thrown over the top. Her hand moves around and up towards the bandana pulling it down and off, she stuffs it into her back pocket leaving it dangling down.
”I’ve said it time and time again and while some fans agree with me, and even members of management the roster at large doesn’t. The roster disagrees. Ben and Evie both did. Amy and Jon did too. But when Lachlan and I won these titles SCW put together a tornament to crown number one contenders. And as we know Evi and Ben Jordan were able to beat every single other team put together. They earned a shot against myself and Lachlan. And while I personally think forcing Ben and Evie into having two matches in one night was a mistake, there was nothing we could do about it….”
“See all three teams went into Inception with a disadvantage. Jon and Amy had the same one as Ben and Evie, whoever won had to have two matches. But for me and Lach?. People have to remember, the other two teams had weeks to prepare for us, we had no idea who we’d be facing until the night. We had no idea what kind of physical and mental condition they would be in. We had to think on the fly….”
“And we did, and we won. Our hands were raised, our titles handed to us and we were on top of the world until the whispers started. First that it was an upset, then that if Ben and Evi had been healthy we wouldn’t have won.”
“And it’s amazing to me how all the respect from Ben disappeared when Lach and I won. I wasn’t expecting a damn thing from Evie, at all. But Ben?. I thought maybe he would have said something. A tweet, a text message, an e-mail. On the night he shook Lachlan's hand and that was it. They went silent. They disappeared only to re-emerge like nothing happened. In fact, all we heard from Evie and Ben was stupid in-jokes and Evie whining about how apparently we have all forgotten what kind of person she is….”
Sierra just shakes her head with a laugh and her eyes rolling before folding her arms back over her chest.
”Oh honey, I know what type of person you are. See attitude-wise we’re pretty similar. You’re an alpha bitch who likes to be on top. The reason why you and I don’t like each other is that the second we saw one another we knew, this bitch will rip my head off. And I like that about you, Evie, don’t think I don’t. It’s one of your very few redeeming qualities. See in the professional wrestling kingdom, we’re two bitches who will circle around one another growling until one of us makes a move and then it’s on. Claws are out, teeth are bare and we’re rolling on the floor trying to take each other out. And again...I like that…”
“But the differences between us are what annoys me.”
“I’m a hard edged, arrogant, self-righteous bitch. But I know who I am, I know what I am. I live, breathe, eat and sleep wrestling. Evie Jordan wants people to remember “who she is”, Like we could ever forget. Yu like to put yourself forward as some kind of ultra-dangerous angry badass. You spend your time going to parties with your Husband while I’m in the gym working my ass off. You two look like a pair of fame whore movie stars whereas me and Lachlan?. We look, act and sound like PROFESSIONAL WRESTLERS. Cause that, that’s what we are. I’ve never seen you promote yourselves in the ring, I’ve never seen you post pictures of yourself standing in a wrestling ring, holding a title, being an athlete. All I see from you two is glamour shots and that kind of bullshit…”
“You’re a tough cookie Evie, I’ll give you credit for that, but I’m sick and tired of this “can only win in tag matches” narrative that people have got going with me. So I’m going to get in the ring and show the world what I can do one on one.”
Sierra smirks and shrugs with a sigh.
”Evie, I’m going to be interested to see how you rebound from this. It wasn’t like you and Ben got blown off the card, but I want to see, do you acknowledge that Lachlan and I were better?. Are you going to look at us and realize at Inception 4 we were the better team?. Or are you going to act like others and make excuses? I lost to Mercedes Vargas in that triple threat match, I made a mistake, I got caught and I tapped out. I admit it and I will learn from it, but you? Will you learn from your losses? Your mistakes? See that’s what losses in this business are. They’re lessons to help you grow, but based on your attitude, you seem to have a learning difficulty...so let me help you, let me be the gracious person I am and give you the beating you deserve all to the echo of the fans chanting “Kill Sierra Kill”..”
