Alors je vais faire semblant de me laisser aller
Alors que vous dansez dans le passé sans couleurs
Tampa Florida
Backstage, My Bloody Valentine
The sweat poured from her body as she took a deep breath. Her long red hair clung to her body as each breath helped calm her heart, beating a million miles an hour in her chest. Sierras Williams had just lost the Internet title ladder match. Her hands shook as she closed her eyes, her mind going over the last few moments of the match, watching Kate Steele unstrap the title and bring it down., she laughed and shook her head in frustration.
She looked around and was alone. She was near the gorilla position, monitors were lit up and the different producers and officials of Sin City and SCU all moved around doing various jobs. Other SCW and SCU performers stood watching monitors and laughing. Sierra looked over seeing Jake Raab on the screen with a small laugh.
Her hands shook.
Her brain burned.
Anger filled her chest.
“I should be happy, I’m living my dream”
She tried to push the anger down. Deep down. But it stayed in her heart. Then she saw her. The woman smiled talking to a few producers and officials before waving to a few of the other talents, she stood at the base of the stairs waiting to go up the ramp. As her music hit the woman took a deep breath and made her way up the steps, one of the officials yelling “good luck”
Sierra growled and everything seemed to go fuzzy, she didn’t even see anyone else walk past and go to the entrance. Sierra snarled and got to her feet walking over to the side of the curtain to watch the match. She watched it unfold the anger grew and before she knew it her jaw had clenched together and her teeth ground down. She backed away from the curtain and pushed passed everyone else.
”I don’t want to be here”
Thunder Bay Ontario Canada, 7 Years Ago.
Her breathing was laboured. Her chest rose and fell with difficulty as each breath seemed to be a struggle. Her hair stayed over her face. A mixture of blond and black as it became a curtain, the bottom moving and flowing with each forced exhale. But the pain was gone. As he had promised. The sting and burn in her lower back now a pleasant numb as the room spun. She Laughed, a quick one not even making sense or becoming and chuckle.
Sierra looked down at her arm, the rubber tie off hung loosely down her elbow as the small injection site turned red, a small amount of blood still dripping down and out of the wound. Sierra simply smiled and swayed as she felt numb. Her entire body floating, free from pain, free from anxiety. At this moment she was in heaven. The pure ecstasy of it all over taking her senses. The room slowed and stopped spinning. The small TV in the corner flickered as die hard played. Sierra tried to stand up, her legs wobbling as she moved to the bathroom.
She stumbled through the door and fell, her hand crashing through the glass of the shower door. She laughed at herself. Unable to get up as she looked at her hand and arm, the blood moved from her palm down her wrist and up to her elbow like a monster consuming her soft pale skin. All she could do was marvel at it, laugh at it, stare at it. She let out a small moan and looked up. A dark figure stood above her. His long hair down his face as he wore all black, she couldn’t see any features. Just his eyes. Cold, black and empty.Are you a demon?”
She cackled and laughed louder. The figure bent down looking at her arm before pulling Sierra to her feet. She held on as her legs remained unsteady. He pulled her back through the room before sitting her on the bed, his hand reaching forward to hers yanking out a piece of glass. She giggled as the numbness stayed in her body like the washing feeling of going deep underwater. She felt his hand on her face, his thumb and forefinger gripping either side of her jaw as he stared down in her glassy eyes. He laughed a deep guttural chuckle as he removed her shirt. A whisper in her ear sent a chill up her spine and gave her a moment of lucidity.
Time to pay for the pain I removed….don’t worry….it’ll be over quick
She felt his lips on her neck. His breath hot on her skin as she rolled her eyes back in her head and stared at the ceiling. She studied every single discolored spot. Every single crack. Every single part of chipped paint. His hands moves over her body, grabbing, tearing, ripping. They were fast, eager, clumsy. She swayed back and forth his hands pushing her down as she tried to turn onto her stomach, he pulled her back with another whisper.
No…..you’ll look at me. Thank me for taking away what you needed.
She blinked and tried to keep her eyes closed. It became a blur. It became painful. The realisation hit her as her body moved along the lumpy bed. Her hands stayed over her head as her arm continued to bleed. Her body became cold. Her heart fluttered and felt like stopping. She wanted it to be over. She wanted the pain to stomp. This new pain that drugs couldn’t numb. That it wasn’t going to take away.
” And that was just the first time….” Lachlan sat silent. One of his hands reached out and lightly touched her face as he stared ahead. We were back in the present day, sitting in Lachlan and Sierras living room. Sierra cleared her throat hoping to get some kind of reaction as he just sat emotionless. A deep sigh is heard as Sierra looked away. Her bright blue eyes a dull grey. As if the story had taken all the soul in her body away. Lachlan swallowed hard and pushed to his feet.[/color=green]” I know that was hard….”[/color]
His hand caressed her cheek again, Sierra let out a sharp breath and Lachlan hesitated. The moment of broken contact causing Sierra to panic. Her head snapping around and up to look him in the eyes. Her face begging for him to touch her. A tear rolled down her cheek, Lachlan let out a small smile and leaned down, not wiping it away but kissing it. His lips catching the tear as it hit her jaw. Sierra turned her head catching a kiss on his lips.” I’m sorry..”
”What are you sorry for Si?’She pulled away and broke down again, her hands shaking as more tears fell freely. Her voice became a whispered squeak as she became unable to look him in the face.
”For not being perfect ....Lachlan smiled and cupped her cheek looking into her eyes. In that moment he wasn’t the young brash star, he wasn’t the confident irish rogue. The outer shell he showed the world melted away and instead it was just him. A man. He kissed her again and put his forehead to hers, they moved against one another like two animals or beasts showing affection. He growled in her ear, in his irish accent. ”You are to me….”
Sick of hiding the truth, fucking lying to you
No more time left for hope, at the end of your rope
Choke, at the end of your rope
Choke
Sierra rolled her neck around, left to right and then up and down. She seemed to be stressed out and more than a little frustrated. She took a long, deep breath sitting down on the steps of her front porch. Her feet on the second step as she wrapped her arms around her legs and stared straight ahead.
”This tournament is unique. Name me another one that has this format. You get some of the best wrestlers in the world. Some working for SCW or SCU. Some free agents, some guests and even some ghosts from SCW’s past. You get them on lists and then you match them up randomly into teams like a lottery. You then put them against each other in a single elimination bracket, winners move on, losers go back to doing what they did before and at the end of this road, this weaving winding road is a pot of gold.”
“The winning team gets championship matches of their choice. It’s the ultimate prize. You can go right for the top titles, a chance to become world champion, or if you prefer and have a personal vendetta against another champion. Like say. The internet champion. You can throw down and settle it right there and then.”
“We’ve had some interesting winners of this, going back and looking at the history.”
“Last year Kale Smith and Brittany Williams won and they both failed to capture the SCW world and Bombshells titles respectively. But they still get to say they are winners of the tournament. They both get to shout that from the rooftops and their stock just kept rising. Unfortunately since then Brittany has disappeared back into mommy’s shadow and I think Kale got deported. But again, their names are still etched in the record books. A feat that everyone in this tournament is hoping to match and earn their shot.”
Sierra scoffs her eyes dart down as she takes a long deep breath.
”Maybe that won’t matter to me thought. See, I have, once again, failed to capture a singles title. I walked into another title match, and wasted the opportunity. And when something like this just keeps happening and your fail time and time again, despite the fact you put your heart on the line in every single match it ends up taking it’s toll. And if I’m completely honest, with myself and with all of you. Well I….I don’t know how many more times I can get so close, only to choke and watch it get taken away. I’ve had opportunities at the roulette title, the bombshells title, the internet title and each time I feel like I’m gaining ground but then I just let it slip through my fingers.”
“And it’s not just championships either. It’s matches against people who are either the best of the best or they’re matches against people I have issues with. I went toe to toe with Roxi Johnson, a legend in this company, this business and our current champion. And she made me look like an amatuer. And hey, it’s Roxi Johnson right?, everyone thinks they’re pretty good till they face a woman like her. There’s no shame in losing to Roxi but at the same time, it’s disheartening. But what really breaks your heart, what really takes everything you think you have and you want and flushes it down the toilet is when you go into matches against women that you know you’re better than, that you know you can and should beat…”
“And you lose…”
“That happened to me against Bobbie Dahl, that happened to me against Kate Steele, shit that happened to me as far back as that match against Mercedes Vargas. And now, here I am in a tournament where if I lose, if I choke, I’m not just letting myself down I am letting down a partner. And, look, I don’t know Hitamashi personally. I don’t like him and I owe him nothing. But, losing means his chance is done too. Now, Hitamashi left SCW, went down to SCU and has carved out a memorable career as a champion. And we have a chance to earn shots at whatever gold we like…”
“Notice I said EARN a shot?”
“See, I may have choked a few times but atleast when I have been able to get those championship opportunities they have been off my own back. I don’[t beg, I don’t whine, I don’t demand. Unlike Kate, unlike Jesse. I work for what I get. And Blast from the past will be no different.”
Sierra grabs the bannister and pulls herself up with a snarl, her long red hair flowing down her shoulders as she folds her arms over her chest.
”And our opponents are just as much of a mixed team as myself and Hitamashi. Aron Baltasarsson, who for my own sanity I will just call A-Balt. And Mother Mavis. A member of one of the best teams in SCU and people who, despite their views, are a threat. Now, I may have been critical of SCU, but they are all talented, and Mavis, while I know you’re probably the weak link in the Shepherds, you still had the guts to show up here, to put it all on the line for the Blast from the past. That deserves respect but honey, you’re standing in my way. You’re stopping me from getting my confidence back and being the woman I am supposed to be. See, winning the future star award last year has been an albatross around my neck.”
“And to break that I need to win something. Anything. I need to win it for myself and you Mavis will not stop me.”
“I am going to come after you with everything I am and trust me on this I know I’m not a push over. I know how good I am but I am sick and tired of failing. So I will do everything in my power to beat you and move passed you and go on with Hitamashi to win this tournament. Although there’s the other side of this...Aron….A-Balt…..”
“The brother of one of the most dominant human beings in SCW, a former world champion, a feared warrior. But who knows what Aron is like, he’s a mystery, an enigma. He could be a natural like his brother, an athlete who transitions into this company and the ring. Or, he might not. He could be a dud, he could not be a good student or wrestler. But the problem is we don’t know, we don’t know how Hitamashi will deal with him...but, thats the fun isn’t it?. Hitamashi and I will do everything we can to win, we will do everything we can to climb that ladder and earn our shots..and you two are just the first step…”
