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Backstage after Climax Control
September 13, 2015
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All I could think of was Drake. He had been helped from the ring and amidst all of the madness occurring around me, I had been separated from him. I was now an officially signed talent in SCW, so I was allowed full backstage access. I wandered around the hallways diligently, looking for the medical room.
"Where the HELL is Drake!?" I blurted out loudly, uncaring who heard me. I needed help, I needed to find my boyfriend. Luckily, a few of the staff members pointed down a long corridor, and at the end of it to the left, I found a room with a handwritten sign above the door that simply read, 'trainers facility'.
Without hesitation I pulled the door open and was instantly met with hands to my chest, pushing me backwards.
"Ma'am this is a talent only area, we're going to have to ask you to return to the public access areas" exclaimed one of the security guards. He was tall, chiseled and balding with a gray beard. His eyebrows were bushy.
I stared at the man as he kept pushing me. This was about to get bad, I thought to myself.
"I am talent asshole! I just signed a contract here. I'm Lyah Lindberg and THAT is my boyfriend, Drake." I pointed at Drake as he lay on the table, chest first. A pair of trainers stood over him, wearing medical gloves as they meticulously pulled the thumbtacks from his back.
I pushed myself past the guard and quickly shuffled over to Drake. I rested my hand on the back of his sweat soaked head, gently massaging his scalp to try and calm him down.
"Hey Drake. I'm sorry I was pretty much useless out there. How are you feeling?"
He grimaced and growled a little, which made me feel terrible.
"How do you think I feel? I just got put through a table housing hundreds of thumbtacks. Doesn't feel too good."
"If you weren't in so much pain I would smack the back of your head right now. What the hell were you thinking? Attacking three men at a time? I know you think you can take on the world, but here's a hint...you can't! You could have been hurt even worse than you already were, dude."
He didn't protest, probably because he knew I was right. I kept a watchful eye over the doctors as they kept removing the thumbtacks.
"Not sure of how much you remember, but that asshole Hot Stuff or whatever his name is made me sign a contract in order to save you. I now work for SCW. My knee finally feels better, but Drake, we had plans. I was going to keep training before I returned to the ring. What are we supposed to do now?"
"If you already signed the contract then there is nothing we can do. I know Mark, his contracts are iron clad. I'll have Barry look it over soon, but I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to put you in that position."
That's Drake. He's the one sitting on a table, bleeding from over a hundred tiny holes in his body and he's worried about somebody else.
"Well if he forces my hand, I'm going to bite back. We'll deal with that later though. What can I do? I feel useless just standing here looking stupid."
Drake chuckled, which worried me a little considering all that was going on.
"Do you really want me to tell you what you could do for me right now?"
Not caring what kind of pain he was in, I playfully smacked the back of his head, sending a few sweat beads flying in the process. Drake flinched a little, growling in pain from the sudden movement, and I couldn't help but laugh
"You're such a butthole. You could be dying and your mind would still end up in the gutter. Priorities, dude. You need 'em."
"Can we save the lecture for when I can actually think straight? Everything is fuzzy right now."
Before I can even answer his question, he's spouting off some more.
"They are going to pay for tonight. I'm telling you, Lyah. They picked the wrong night to pull some shit like this."
"No, they aren't going to pay dude. As soon as you're patched up, we're getting back to our room and figuring out where to go from here. You've been teaching me stuff for months, now its my turn to teach you something. Let it go. Find some people to have your back, and go from there. If you try attacking them, the same thing is going to happen. If I have to work here now, I want you healthy and traveling with me every step of the way."
My eyes trailed off to a dingy looking wall as I began losing myself in my own thoughts. It was Drake's voice that brought me out of it, although I missed what he was saying entirely.
"I'll get my knee right. I'll wear those ugly brace things and get ready for next week, because I'm sure that jerk-face is going to put me in a match. But, babe, chill here, and don't run off. I'm going to get some pudding or something from catering."
Drake chuckled.
"Yeah, because I can just get up and disappear. Go be fat, like normal. Don't save me any as usual. Be careful though. I mean that. There are some people in this building who would hurt you to hurt me."
"Worry about what's poking you in that big, sweaty, ugly butt right now, and not me" I offered a laugh, prompting Drake to shake his head as he continued laying down.
"I'll be fine, dude. I'm just going on a pudding run.
I rubbed the back of his head playfully and headed for the door. As soon as I left the ring, I felt myself tense up. This was it. I was no longer in a company that I felt comfortable. I was forced here. But what happens when you force a dog into a corner? They come out biting. I knew I would have to change some things about myself, now I had the motivation to do it.
My journey was only beginning, and I was ready to make the most of it and make Drake proud.
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"So, at Climax Control I was in the front row as a spectator, just a fan. Its no secret now thanks to a certain loudmouth that I'm dating the best wrestler SCW has ever seen, in my messed up opinion of course, Drake Green. So I was there, minding my own biz, chillin', unlike a villain. But by the end of the night, everything had changed. I was forced into signing a contract to compete in SCW. I'm a huge fan of this company, but realistically I didn't feel like now was the time to jump into the large body of water with the sharks so to speak. God, am I lame sometime?
Anyway, anyone who has followed my career knows that in my first match as a pro, I was attacked with a baseball bat to my kneecap. Talk about a bitch. That shit hurt like a mug...anywho, ever since then, I've tried wrestling and rehabbing it at the same time, and long story short, not such an easy thing to do. So I was going to take time off, heal properly, and return like a badass bitch with something to prove. Yeah, no. Hot Stuff who is really cold as ice had different plans. Let me tell you one thing from jump, Mark. I'm not here to make you any money. If the fans like me, cool, I like them back, they are some cool cats. But I'm not here for a Lyah Lindberg shirt to be a best seller, or to be headlining a pay per view for like a million buys, I'm here because I signed a contract and I would never back out on that. A contract I was forced into signing.
You wasted no time in putting me on a show I see. I get a free trip to Argentina out of it which is pretty kickass, but now I have to wrestle. The knee is feelin' pretty good, so its go time. I'm not about to let my partner Ben down. Ben is a cool guy. Love the accent. And he's a friend of Drake, so he's become a friend of mine. Obviousy if Desmond gets tagged in, Ben will handle him. Its my job to deal with Helena. And have you seen her? She looks like she could eat me, literally. Visually, she's impressive. But then you did a lil' bit deeper.
Helena, you have wrestled for like 20 companies and all of them have gone out of business? Okay, it was more like a handful of companies, but still, what's the deal? Is it bad business, or are you just bad luck period? You're like a red, white, and blue firecracker whose career fizzles out like a sparkler every few months. Well, welcome to SCW. Things are going to be different here.
We're both new, both with something to prove, especially me. I was trained by one of the greatest wrestlers this company has ever known, so naturally everyone expects me to be on his level. I'll spoil it for everyone and say I'm nowhere near as good as Drake...yet. But he's teaching me everything he knows, and I think I have enough in me to deal with Helena in this mixed tag match.
Helena is obviously going to have the strength advantage, look at her. I'm going to be faster, obviously, even with my chunky thighs. I'm not about to sit here and talk out my big ol' butt about how I'm a better athlete than you Helena, obviously you've done a lot of great things in your life, and your physique is a big factor in those accomplishments. But I dare to say...yup, dare to say that I'm better prepared for this match. Not only was I trained by Drake, but I'm teaming with Ben freakin' Jordan. Out of all four of us, he knows the most about SCW, how this place operates and what it takes to be successful. Your partner can't give you the knowledge or guidance that I'm going to have from two SCW legends.
I love the nickname by the way, the modern day Wonder Woman, how awesome is that? I'm not much for superhero's and shit because I had more important things to worry about growing up, you know, like, will I have a family week to week, but anyways, I know that Wonder Woman wasn't unbeatable. I'm not calling myself a villain or anything, but if I have to go all evil on your behind, I'll do it.
My strategy is simple. Avoid those huge hands. Whether you're trying to grab me, punch me, throw me across the ring, if you can't grab me, you can't beat me. I might be considerably smaller, but the fight in me can't be measured by the size of my body. I've survived situations most would have succumb to years ago. I'm still here. All due respect Helena, but now that I'm here, I'm going to make the most of it. I refuse to be just another name or face here, I want to be at the top of the Bombshells division.
My journey begins on September 20th. Argentina. Mixed tag action is rare here in SCW, but I'm not the normal everyday chick. I'm a different breed. Stick that hand in my face wonder woman and I'll bite it off. Don't make me do that. I really want to be nice, but I'm territorial. That ring is mine now, and I refuse to share."
