Vs. OWEN CRUZE: APOCALYPSE 2018

 

 

MIND OVER MATTER: CHAPTER ONE

PROLOGUE: SISTERLY SECRETS

 

 

It was the biggest match in Regan Street’s career, the final contest between herself and Selena Frost. There was no doubt Regan had the losses to the Snow Queen in the back of her mind, the last thing she wanted or needed was to hear her adversary get the last laugh, she was already jokingly casting the threats of the Hellcat to the side leading into their match. It started a few years ago and it just escalated from there, the latest came at Taking Hold of the Flame where Selena targeted Regan, she had one goal and that was to eliminate her and “ruin” her chances to Main Event RTG XV and not get a chance at the World Championship?

It didn’t exactly work out that way.

The match became the finale, it was the last they would have with Mr. D as the special guest referee. It was to the point where something had to give, the Hellcat was either going to finish this and, in the process, erase anything which happened before all leading to this or was she going to fall again after denying Selena Frost the United States Championship match and being victorious once again at Rise to Greatness? Regan had all intentions to walk out the victor and have the last laugh. She wanted to have the satisfaction of watching Mr. D, the owner of the company and man who handpicked Selena to defend the honor of the SCW, raise her hand and watch his face as they called Regan the winner.

What happened?

Just that.

Regan will never admit it but Selena fought hard and with passion. She tried her best and brought the fight but just like at Hazardous Envy it came down to the last move and this time it was Regan who took it. She defeated Selena Frost for the very last time and now she could move on to bigger and better things….

Or so she thought.

 

RTG XV
Toronto, Ontario
One Hour After the Event

 

The Celebration was one though Regan was not in any shape to go out and enjoy herself. Instead she decided to spend time with her husband, he was there, hadn’t told her yet about the results of her medical tests he found out earlier in the day from the doctor and hadn’t talked to her about it, the last thing David wanted was to bog her down. Regan sat at the stairs of the Rogers Centre, looking out at Lake Ontario. Wearing jeans, thong sandals and a Rolling Stones T-shirt, her hair down and nails polished a matte Navy Blue. David walks up to her and sits down next to his wife, he’s in jeans, an RTG XV t-shirt and flip flops…..

 

David: “There you are, I was looking for you.”

Regan: “I wanted to enjoy the cool night out here and the breeze. I didn’t feel like going out and partying, I’m too sore for that. Besides, this was not a match about celebration, it was one about closure.”

David: “Are you saying that you’re ready to move on to bigger and better things?”

Regan: “Doesn’t get much bigger than Selena, babe. I’ll never sing her praises, but that cunt came to fight, and I can at least respect that much about her, though I will never admit it on national TV or on anything really. Fuck her, she deserved it, condescending bitch.”

David: “Tell me how you really feel?”

Regan: “Where’s AJ and Jennifer?”

David: “AJ is with his family, taking it easy as well, Jennifer went out with Sienna and all the model gals, it’s Canada, she will be okay even if she isn’t eighteen yet.”

 

The Hellcat chuckles, shaking her head some. David catches the gesture, he turns to her and smirks…

 

David: “What’s so funny?”

Regan: “She’s a woman now. I know we only adopted her not long ago, but I feel like I watched her grow up all this time. I thought about her and AJ, this business, the shit and hell we go through on an everyday basis. I often wonder why I do it.”

David: “Love of the game?”

Regan: “Yeah, probably so. I have goals, I want to become a Supreme Champion one day soon. I can start that now since Selena and I are done. Maybe team with AJ, get some tag titles, see myself back on top like I have always been. I needed this win, David. If not for anything, just to shut her up and prove I was better no matter the road it took to get here.”

David: “I’m proud of you. Fought hard and Mr. D, he was a good official.”

Regan: “He’s a dick.”

David: “Can you do me a huge favor?”

Regan: “What is that?”

David: “End this shit between you and him? If he comes out with a peace offering, take it.”

Regan: “Why?”

David: “He’s the boss. He makes the decisions and it seems like he’s getting his daughters involved more. Maybe it’s time to just do your thing in the ring and forget about the bullshit. Can you at least do that for me?”

 

The silence over Regan, looking out into Lake Ontario was enough of an answer for David. He knew that she was thinking about it and moving forward was the only way to approach this. It had been a four year battle that hit it’s catalyst back in 2014 when Shaun Cruze super-kicked Regan in the face and then threw her off the stage, trying to hurt her but she landed on her feet and rolled over. Mr. D found it funny and since then it was a war between the two….

 

Regan: “Okay.”

David: “Really?”

Regan: “Yeah, really.”

David: “well, damn I won’t push my luck for you to go and apologize to Amy and Selena.’

Regan: “Fuck no.”

 

David starts to chuckle, Regan playfully hits him in the arm….

 

David: “Where is Mikaela? I thought she was going to be here with you?”

Regan: “She was running late, says she was stuck at the arena doing a few things and talking with some people. She’s become the real social butterfly lately and I like it. She was also going to make sure that Dylan (Howell) was okay. He was hurt pretty bad.”

David: “Are we going to go visit him tomorrow?”

Regan: “You can.”

David: “Regan?”

Regan: “David, you know how I feel about Dylan right now and I don’t know. I just don’t want to be around him, it’s just…..”

David: “You’re afraid to become him. Seeing what he is now scares the hell out of you.”

Regan: “You know me all too well. There are some things that I just can’t forgive. I mean even Kennedy at one point tried to use him for her own bidding and it worked for a while. Mikaela and I tried to get him involved and he just went off the deep end. Don’t even get me started on his kids. It’s just a bad situation. Mikaela has more patience than me and with everything that is going on with my cabeza? I don’t know, I don’t care to be around him is all. Something is up with him and that Doctor he has too, I’m not touching that.”

David: “I understand, just remember he is your half-brother.”

 

The Hellcat nods, just then she notices David grabbing her hand, she again turns to face her husband….

 

Regan: “Babe?”

David: “The Doctor called me today, earlier this morning.”

Regan: “Why didn’t you say something?”

David: “Babe, you were getting ready for a huge match, the biggest of your career, the last thing I was going to do was bog you down with details. I was thinking about your mental state, there was no way this was going to be a distraction, none. Alright?”

Regan: “Sorry, I’m just a little worked up about this is all. What did he say?”

David: “You have a chemical imbalance.”

Regan: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Am I going to turn out like Dylan? Caressing and marrying Championship belts? I sure hope not because if I am, I’ll jump in the lake now.”

David: “No, it’s an imbalance that can be treated with medication. It explains your mood swings and bouts of rage? It is answers to the questions we have been looking for. It’s an important step in the right direction I feel. We are going to pull through this together, okay?”

Regan: “Yeah, okay. I know we will. I….”

 

Suddenly, Regan’s phone starts to vibrate, she sees it’s her sister, Mikaela, answering without hesitation….

 

Regan: “Where the hell are you?”

Mikaela: “I’m just now leaving the arena, sorry I took so long, I was helping with Dylan, they have him under observation, he will be fine. Some Doctor came looking for him, she was pretty hot.”

Regan: “The same Doctor who was his therapist?”

Mikaela: “That’s the one, anyway she left with him and they are gone. I’m leaving here in a second, I’ll meet up with you, where?”

Regan: “Outside, Lake side, sitting on some stairs with Dave, hurry up, I’m hungry. Poutine is calling my name and it’s getting late.”

Mikaela: “There are Poutine places that are open until like 3 AM, relax. I’ll be out soon, and we can go.”

Regan: “Okay, hurry up bitch.”

Mikaela: “Whatever slut.”

 

The two share a small laugh and hang up. David shakes his head…

 

David: “You two are fucking crazy.”

Regan: “That’s my sister. I don’t know what I would do without her. David, I’m worried about this shit with my chemical imbalance thing.”

David: “Don’t be, we’ll get you better.”

Regan: “I don’t want to hurt my family, it’s all I have.”

David: “You won’t.”

Regan: “Promise?”

David: “Yeah babe, promise.”

 

The words of David Helms made Regan feel a little better though she was concerned. Regan tried to choke out her mother with a telephone cord, she had completely lost it. She pushed Jennifer to the ground and sprained her ankle, none of these things Regan would have probably done had she been on the proper medication. What price could Regan pay if suddenly, she went off her rocker and hurt one of the kids? That couldn’t happen…. Or at east she hoped it couldn’t.

 

Inside the Arena

 

Mikaela was finishing up and grabbing her things, Regan left early with David, Mikaela wanted to check up on Dylan, make sure he was alright. She started to make her way out toward the exit in the back to the cargo elevator and go up into the hotel portion of the Roger’s Centre. Wearing white tight pants and red peep toe pumps, a matching halter top with her hair straight and down, nails polished white and made up beautifully because it was Rise to Greatness, she goes over to push the button but there is a man with his back turned holding a bag with a few things, he presses the button instead….

 

Mikaela: “Thanks.”

Man: “You are welco….”

 

He turns around and it’s Wyatt Lancaster, brother of Bree and husband of Amy Chastaine. Mikaela’s eyes widen, she steps back a little and forces a smile before pointing in the other direction….

 

Mikaela: “I’ll take another elevator or wait until you send this one back down.”

Wyatt: “Mikaela, there is no need. We can ride in the same elevator, it’s fine. I was just grabbing a few things for Amy and the kids that they forgot. Regan with you?”

Mikaela: “No she isn’t, if she was, my sister would have probably kicked my head off after she beat you down.”

Wyatt: “Good to know. We know how much Amy and Regan hate each other, I get it. Just understand that I try to stay out of everything especially with her retired now. I don’t think we properly met. I’m….”

Mikaela: “Dude, it’s cool. I know who you are, you know who I am, it’s fine. We can pretend this never happened and go about our business, okay?”

Wyatt: “Yeah, okay.”

Mikaela: “Good.”

Wyatt: “Good.”

Mikaela: “Don’t repeat what I said.”

Wyatt: “I didn’t.”

Mikaela: “You totally did.”

Wyatt: “Right, okay It was an accident.”

Mikaela: “Fine, whatever.”

They both stand there in awkward silence, Wyatt can see from the corner of his eyes Mikaela checking him out, he found himself doing the same for the underrated blonde Street beauty who is constantly overshadowed by her sister and cousins. When Wyatt turns, she quickly turns away. The elevator opens and Mikaela sighs in relief. She steps in first, Wyatt follows, the door closes as they stand in the elevator wile it moves up….

 

Wyatt: “I haven’t been to Toronto in a while, what is there to do?”

Mikaela: “Ask your wife.”

Wyatt: “She’s taking care of Jason (Helms) right now.”

Mikaela: “That’s right, you guys are into that swinger stuff.”

Wyatt: “That’s not exactly what- never mind. I was just asking a friendly question, forget it.”

 

Mikaela lets out a sigh, she was being a bitch to him and couldn’t help but feel at least physically attracted to Wyatt. He was handsome, a bit older, not a fossil like CHBK. Regan wasn’t there, and she didn’t need to know about this at all. Mikaela turns to Wyatt….

 

Mikaela: “Do you like beer?”

Wyatt: “Yeah, I do.”

Mikaela: “There is this Steam Whistle Brewery right out here, looks like a train, they have some pretty good Canadian Beer. I may be there later… just saying.”

Wyatt: “I’ve seen the place, never been. Thanks for the suggestion.”

Mikaela: “Yeah sure.”

They continue to wait for the elevator, again there is silence, Wyatt knows the tension between the Streets and his wife, there is no secret, even with Jason Helms. He is only trying to be friendly, cordial and at the same time, he finds Mikaela extremely attractive, and is a bit surprised that she seems to have invited him to join her…

 

Wyatt: “After I get this stuff to Amy and make sure she’s good for the night, I may just check it out.”

Her eyebrow arches, turning to Wyatt and before she gets a chance to say anything the elevator door opens into the lobby of the Renaissance Hotel. He nods and walks out leaving Mikaela there lost in her thoughts wondering to herself if that really just happened. She shakes her head and walks out, turning the other way, looking over her shoulder at Wyatt who does the same, she then pretends to fix her hair and keeps walking this time faster, outside to her sister….

A few minutes later, she catches up with Regan and David, Mikaela sits next to her sister and smirks….

Regan: “About time.”

Mikaela: “Sorry, I had things to do. This is fun, I get to be the third wheel again.”

Regan: “Miks, you are never the third wheel though he’s not Jason and I sure as hell am not Amy.”

Mikaela: “Uh…. Right.”

Regan: “Anyway, enough about that huge orgy mess, ready to get our grub on, I’m hurting and hungry.”

Mikaela: “Yeah, let’s go, the restaurant is like five minutes from here down the block. We can walk or take an Uber.”

Regan: “Yeah, I’m not walking, let’s Uber the shit.”

David: “Lazy.”

Regan: “Whatever, ass.”

 

The three continue to converse and laugh, it was a happy night for David, Regan and Mikaela, victory always seems to find a way to make everyone feel better. They decide to take an Uber and get a late dinner….

 

An Hour Later

 
The Uber returns, dropping off Regan, David and Mikaela. Regan takes a deep breath, she looks full and exhausted, ready to go up to her room and get to bed…..

 

Regan: “I’m going to bed, I’m fucking stuffed.”

David: “No shit, I’m with you babe.”

Regan: “Coming Miks?”

Mikaela: “Yeah, you two go on without me, I’m going to hit the little Micro Market and grab me some water and juice. I’ll see you guys for breakfast in the morning.”

Regan: “Alright babe, love you sis.”

Mikaela: “Love you too and again congrats, you rock sis.”

Regan: “With your help Miks, that was US all the way.”

 

The two hugs, Mikaela then hugs David who takes Regan’s hand and make their way to the elevator. After they step in, Mikaela is about to walk over to the Micro Market when she decides to step outside where Steam Whistle Brewery is. There is a small crowd there all drinking, she decides to walk over and see what’s going on. Inside the small Brewery, there are a few stools, she sees one empty and it looks like Wyatt is sitting down sipping a beer by himself. Mikaela takes a second to think about this, what the hell is she doing there in the first place. Probably never should have made that offer. She takes a deep breath, straightens herself up and walks to the stool, sitting down next to Wyatt who turns, shocked to see Mikaela there. The beautiful blonde half smiles…

 

Wyatt: “Wow…. You came. I thought you realized this is slightly insane and backed out.”

Mikaela: “I hung out with my sister and David, had dinner, they went off to bed and I wasn’t tired. I’m surprised you showed up, too.”

Wyatt: “Since we’re both here, can I buy you a beer?”

Mikaela: “You know what, Mr. Lancaster?”

Wyatt: “Wyatt, please.”

Mikaela: “Okay, Wyatt. Yes, you can.”

Wyatt: “Bartender?”

 

And within seconds Mikaela had a cold beer sitting in front of her. It was one of those nights where everyone had their Rise to Greatness moments….

This was hers.

And if Regan ever found out?

It would be her last.

 

 

 

FAMILY TIES

 

It was determined that Regan Street was suffering from some sort of Chemical imbalance. It had been years that she had been suffering from this, explaining why Regan had bouts of anger and rage at the drop of the dime. The constant poking at her that many called her a psycho finally took its toll, attacking her mother without even warning was the start of it. Her half-brother, Dylan Howell wasn’t helping the situation either as he had pretty much lost his mind after Jessica left him. Regan and Mikaela didn’t know what else to do with him, they tried especially the younger Mikaela to bring him back from injury and it scared Regan, she was convinced that she herself was turning into him. Regan had her diagnosis, it was time to talk to the doctor and find out exactly what the next steps would be for her and where it all went from here moving forward. Regan wanted answers, she looked to get better for her family and nothing more. In the ring she liked her switch, it came on and off when she felt cornered or needed to simply send a message.

Regan was a Hellcat.

Her family though was the most important thing to her even if others like Owen Cruze were starting to question her actions and words, she didn’t care, Regan had reasons for her actions and no one was going to change it regardless. Now, what was front and center for the Hellcat was her treatment and how she was going to move forward. First and foremost, she would have to explain her actions toward her own brother.

 

Los Angeles
Cedar Sinai Hospital
Two Weeks Ago

 

Regan sat patiently in the room with David. She wore jeans, red Converse sneakers and a BANG! T-shirt. Her hair hung down with little make up and no polish on her nails. David was in jeans, sneakers and an Ante Up t-shirt, Doctor Pierce walked in as Regan waited for two weeks to see him after being diagnosed, Regan and David went on a trip to Tahiti for a few weeks to get away after RTG XV…..

 

Dr. Pierce: “Hello Regan and David, how are you all doing today?”

Regan: “We are good Dr. Peirce, you?”

Dr. Pierce: “I am doing well. So, I assume David had a discussion you with about the condition we found?”

David: “Yes, I did tell her, I shared all the information that you asked me to.”

Dr. Peirce: “Excellent. So, Regan, basically what we have is a Chemical Imbalance, some people like to call it Bipolar. It can lead to episodes of high energy, violent mood swings, fits of rage, it can also lead to depression, everyone is different. It seems in your case you do not experience the latter, more just the mood swings and the rage. Your condition can’t be cured but it can be controlled through medication and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Tell me, since you were on vacation, have you experienced any sort of episodes?”

Regan: “Not really, I really only just laid out and tanned, I slept a lot. David and I had a relaxing trip, we basically did nothing but enjoy the ocean, I felt great.”

 

The Doctor writes down some notes….

 

Dr. Pierce: “I know with your profession, it could be an activator, I am wondering, do you see yourself angry for long periods of time?”

Regan: “Sometimes, depends on the mood, the individual and just in general I guess, why?”

Dr. Pierce: “Trying to figure out the right dose and action for treatment is all. In the past, you have found yourself physically harming people outside your profession?”

 

Regan’s green eyes turn toward David who nods, basically telling her to just be honest with the doctor and tell him everything so he can go ahead and set up the proper treatment for the Hellcat. Regan was nervous, even a little scared to losing her edge in the ring. While they might think she is a psycho, the fact remained, Regan is one of the most dangerous wrestlers in the ring, the last thing she wanted was to become less aggressive, without that she would just be Regan and nothing more. For her, it was more about pacing herself, seeing what it was she could do to protect her family from the mood swings outside the ring but in the ring? She was still violent as ever, there was going to be sacrifices that Regan was not willing to do….

 

Regan: “I recently attacked my mom, the relationship I have with her is fractured at best, it seems to me like she knows what buttons to push. I also beat up my brother and his new girlfriend though that was in the ring, that doesn’t really count.”

Dr. Pierce: “We need to make sure you stop attacking people outside the ring. It is very important to note Regan that this behavior can lead to a dangerous path with your family. I look at you and just by talking I can tell family is extremely important. We don’t want anything to threaten that, correct?”

Regan: “Yes correct.”

 

David cuts in….

 

David: “Doc, Regan is a good woman, she is a wonderful wife and a great mother to our kids. The business she is in definitely plays a role in how she acts and what she says. It is also the love of the business that keeps Regan moving. She lives to wrestle and she lives to be a mother and wife. We need to find a happy median, a good balance for her. I have rarely seen Regan show any signs of depression. Maybe once in a blue moon. I think the issue here is her rage. We want to keep that controlled at least outside the ring.”

Dr. Pierce: “I understand and that’s why we are going to start you on treatment. Now this is a new treatment, from the results we are getting, it has worked wonders for many people that are dealing with the same symptoms as you. I want to make sure that it works for you Regan. I have seen so many people in the past with this imbalance do some pretty outrageous things if they do not take their medication, so it is very important that you follow the instructions to the “T” and take it regularly. I did get everything together for Mr. Drachewych, it is? Her employer as you asked and….”

 

Regan quickly cuts him off….

 

Regan: “Mr. D? What is he talking about, I don’t want that fucker to know.”

David: “Babe, I’ll explain in the car.”

Regan: “David, you told him?”

David: “I had to.”

Regan: “You had to? You didn’t have to say shit to that man, he has made my life hell, the last thing he needs is ammunition against me. I don’t understand?”

Dr. Pierce: “If I may, Regan, it is by law that any employer like the SCW who has contracted athletes must be informed of any ailments or illnesses their wrestlers could be suffering from. Trust me, I am sure there are plenty of wrestlers who have issues you do not know anything at all. I would have had to send him the medical report anyway, David saved me time and energy. It seems like you two have some things to discuss, I’m going to get your medication ready and I’ll be back in a minute.”

David: “Thanks Dr. Pierce.”

Regan: “Thank you.”

 

As Dr. Pierce leaves, Regan quickly shoots her narrowing eyes right at her husband, still shocked and upset he turned around and talked to Mr. D about her condition…..

 

Regan: “When did this happen?”

David: “RTG XV, right after I was given the diagnosis, I went up to Mr. D to talk to him. I had to tell him Regan, maybe that is one of the reasons he apologized to you? Maybe that is why he ran the match straight down the middle? I don’t know, he listened, understood and asked for the paperwork when we get it. It’s not a big deal, nothing is going to change, you just need to follow Doctor’s orders is all.”

Regan: “I can’t believe you said something to that fucker….”

David: “Regan, focus on getting better, forget the rest, can we do that, please?”

Regan: “Fine…. Next time just tell me if you’re going to talk to that asshole about me, please?”

David: “Fine… I promise.”

 

Just then Dr. Pierce comes in with the prescription, he hands it over to Regan who takes it and nods…

 

Regan: “Thank you.”

Dr. Pierce: “You are welcome. I want to have three-month checkups moving forward, okay?”

Regan: “Okay deal.”

David: “Thanks Doc.”

David shakes the Doctor’s hand, escorting Regan out and walking toward the car. He could tell she was a little rattled up, she will get over it, Regan always does, he’s more worried about her condition and how it will play a part moving forward on her medication. Regan on the other hand didn’t seem to worry as they get in the car and drive back home….

 

 A Few Hours Later

 

Regan knew there was going to be fallout after she and her sister, Mikaela attacked their own brother and girlfriend on Breakdown the week before. Why would they do that? What motivation did the two sisters have in all of this? For Regan it was easy, she was afraid to become Dylan Howell. She watched his downward spiral act out slowly like a drawn-out movie, wanting to get up and leave the theatre but unfortunately for the Hellcat, that was never an option. Regan preached about family, many saw her as a hypocrite for her actions against her own family never knowing or even bothering to learn the facts behind it.

The only people she cared about explaining to, was her family. After coming home from the doctors and taking a power nap, Regan was downstairs in the kitchen trying to bake some cookies for Jay who had already started school and was doing so well, she wanted to reward him with sugar of course. AJ was spending time with his family, Scarlet was asleep with the baby, he made his way to the house as well with Jennifer who had a shoot earlier in the morning, still all pretty and made up in shorts and a tank top, nails polished a baby pink, AJ in his workout clothes and ball cap. They sat at the bar rather quietly, Jenni was on her phone, AJ was trying to pry…

 

 

Jennifer: “Nosy.”

AJ: “Who are you flirting with? Christian?”

Jennifer: “Oh my God, it’s none of your business, spaz.”

 

Jennifer’s playful yet serious demeanor gets a laugh out of AJ. Regan is reading the recipe to the box; little Jay has still not come home from school. She is deep in thought also not aware that Mikaela was texting her…..

 

Jennifer: “Why do you always think I am flirting with someone, I mean really?”

AJ: “We know you are, big model now.”

Jennifer: “Oh whatever. Mom, tell AJ to stop.”

Regan: “AJ… stop.”

AJ: “Really?”

 

 

The Hellcat turns around, tilting her head and letting out a sigh…

 

Regan: “I am in deep concentration right now.”

AJ: “Yeah, Jenni.”

Jennifer: “Oh nice, pin it on me.”

Regan: “Guys, seriously… stop. I’m glad both of you are here anyway because I need to have a serious talk but just give me a sec and let me get these measurements right.”

Jennifer: “Serious talk?”

AJ: “About what.”

Regan stops, she knows now that nothing is going to get done until she gets this off her chest and explains a few things to her adopted kids that are in the business and will one day make the same tough decisions, their mother has in recent weeks. She puts everything down, turns around and walks over to the counter…..

 

Jennifer: “This looks serious.”

AJ: “What’s up?”

Regan: “I want to address the white elephant in the room. I know that last week some things happened on Breakdown and I really haven’t talked about it. I have seen the backlash and well, I really do need to explain myself and my stand.”

Jennifer: “You’re talking about Dylan?”

Regan: “Yeah, I am.”

AJ: “You don’t have to explain.”

Regan: “No, I do. People have been questioning me lately on my stand with family. I’m not a liar, I love you two with all my heart, I love my family and I would die protecting it. When it was about your uncle Jason, yeah, I attacked him because I felt like he betrayed this family hooking up with that bitch, Amy Chastaine. To me it was a complete and utter disrespect to us by hiding it. The more I think about it now, I can’t tell a grown ass man what to do, that’s fine if he wants to share a bed with that old used up, snatch that’s on him. I don’t want you two to think I’m full of shit and lying.”

AJ: “You’re not?”

Regan: “Don’t push me smart ass or you’ll be wearing cookie dough.”

AJ: “That doesn’t sound like a bad punishment.”

Jennifer: “Stop being a dick.”

AJ: “I was fucking around.”

Jennifer playfully slaps him again. Regan smiles, at least her adopted kids are in a lighter mood and are at least trying to see her point as to why she reacted the way she did….

 

Regan: “Okay, look. The Jason stuff was rough for our family, I promised David I would back off at least on TV and around them but I can say and act the way I feel in private, I hate it and Amy is laughing it up right now which is bullshit. That’s not the issue right now though, Dylan is and I feel like I need to explain myself so that when people run their mouth you understand my side of things. I would never want to put you two in the line of fire, I will protect my family until the end and I really mean that, it’s why I care so much about you two and Jay. Dylan represents a time in my life where I needed that comfort even though he was never around for me when I needed him most. The reason why I attacked him and his girlfriend is simple…. I did it for you two and Jay.”

 

Jennifer tilts her head, AJ arches an eyebrow…

 

Jennifer: “Us?”

AJ: “Yeah, us? Now I’m confused.”

Regan: “Dylan is sick, he went nuts when his wife left him and that’s how it all started. He thinks the way he’s acting is funny and cute, it’s not. It’s fucking embarrassing and honestly, it scares me to death seeing him like that. He is unpredictable, and I don’t want him nowhere near my kids and family. I’m done with it and if that meant I had to beat his ass then so be it. I can’t take the chance or the risk, even Mikaela who has been defending him agrees. Let’s face it too, if I took him out even in retirement, he can’t come back to wrestling and get himself killed.”

Jennifer: “Okay mom, we understand.”

AJ: “Yeah, seriously we do.”

Regan: “AJ… you know how overprotective I am of you. I want to let you do your thing in SCW, my instincts at times come out. I may at times seem a bit smothering, I mean well.:

AJ: “Yeah I know… you are smothering.”

 

AJ winks, Regan smirks and throws a towel at him. He stands up and grabs a bottle of water….

 

AJ: “Heading out to Ante Up, I’ll be back later.”

Regan: “Love you, kiddo.”

AJ: “Love you too. Later princess.”

Jennifer: “Later nerd.”

 

AJ leaves, Regan looks to be a bit relieved and at the same time still bothered by what she did. Jennifer catches that and steps off the stool, she walks over to Regan and hugs her from behind….

 

Regan: “What is this for?”

Jennifer: “I will never listen to what anyone ever says about you, mom. I know you have your reasons, some you’re not telling us, and I get it, I will not pry. It hurt you, I can tell it did, we are here for you, always to support. He hurt you didn’t he.”

Regan: “More than you know kiddo. I’m not saying what I did was wrong, all I am saying is it was necessary. Don’t follow my lead. You and AJ are close, David and I will always be there too for you and if there is anything you ever want to talk to me about, never think you can’t. After today, I think things moving forward will be better for us.”

Jennifer: “The Doctor visit?”

Regan: “Yeah.”

Jennifer: “Everything okay?”

Regan: “It is now.”

 

Jennifer hugs her tighter when the door opens, and little Jason walks in from school holding his backpack, the bus dropping him off. Regan smiles. The youngster puts his bag down on the floor and runs to the kitchen, looking at what Regan is baking…..

 

Jay: “What do you have!?’

Regan: “Cookie batter, making your favorite.”

Jay: “Really!?”

Regan: “Yeah really. Go get washed up.”

Jay: “Okay!”

 

Jay runs off to the wash room excited. Regan and Jennifer both smile when the Hellcat notices from the corner of her eye the phone and three missed calls from Mikaela and 3 text messages. Regan grabs the phone and opens it up, she starts to read the messages as her eyes widen. Those messages were sent fifteen minutes prior, she takes a deep breath, shakes her head, taking off her apron and slamming it on the counter….

 

Jennifer: “Mom? What’s wrong.”

Regan: “You and Jason stay inside, you keep him in here and do NOT let him go out.”

Jennifer: “Should I call dad?”

Regan: “Let him enjoy the afternoon doing his thing, I’ve already stressed him out enough, he doesn’t need to come back here for this.”

Jennifer: “Can you tell me what is going on, please!?”

Regan: “Stay inside!”

Regan storms out of the house, Jennifer grabs her mother’s phone and sees Mikaela had text her….

 

Mom is on the way to your house.

 

She quickly goes to grab Jay as a car pulls up, a Mercedes, where Giselle steps out in black pants, heels and a blouse, Regan is right there waiting for her mother….

 

Giselle: “You want to attack and choke me!? Fine, you are damn lucky I didn’t press charges, but you will NEVER attack my son and his lady friend like that again!?”

Regan: “Where is Mikaela!?”

Giselle: “Mikaela isn’t the problem, it has always been you! Dylan loves you, he has protected y….”

Regan: “Oh cut the bullshit, mom! Dylan never protected me and if he did it was against you and dad!? No! I had my reasons why I did that to Dylan and his slut! IF maybe you ever took the fucking time to listen to me for once, maybe you’d understand!?”

Giselle: “Understand!? No! What you are is a piece of shit daughter that I wish was dead!”

Regan’s eyes widen, standing there trembling in anger, trying to stay calm and controlled as Jennifer looks out the window. Jay walks out and Jennifer quickly grabs him and takes him to the back to play…..

 

Giselle: “That’s right! You were always the problem! Not your father! Not Mikaela or Dylan or even me! It was you! I hope that you drop dead, Regan! You want to rpetend to be a mother and think you know it all? You are NOT a mother Regan, you will NEVER be a good mother to anyone in that house, you’re poison! Do you hear me!? Poison AND are dead to me, do you understand me!? DEAD!”

Regan: “Get out… now or I swear mom….”

Giselle: “Right…..”

Before Regan can react, Giselle punches her right across the jaw making her daughter stumble back some and fall on the ground butt first. Regan stunned, holds her jaw….

 

Giselle: “That was for my son and for choking me with a telephone cord! I’m going to make sure I ruin your life moving forward!”

Regan: “…. You already have.”

 

 Giselle says nothing more and gets back in her car, driving away. Regan sits there for a moment before standing up and slowly walking back inside….

 

Jennifer: “Mom!?”

Regan: “I’m fine.”

Jennifer: “Let me get some ice!”

Regan: “I’m fine. I just need to go upstairs and wash up. Take care of Jay, I’ll be right back.”

Jennifer nods, she still goes into the kitchen and grabs some ice, Jay comes over and nudges on Jenni’s shirt…..

 

Jennifer: “Yeah, sweet pea?”

Jay: “Is she okay?”

Jennifer: “Yeah… she’s just fine.”

Regan walks into the bathroom and slams the door shut, looking at the bruise forming on her jaw. Her cellphone starts ringing, it’s Mikaela. Regan elects not to answer it. Instead in her hands she grips her new medication, opening the drawer and placing it inside, closing it and backing away. Regan was at a loss for words, she was ready for retaliation for no one will ever understand why she attacked her half-brother, did she have it coming?

Those words stun like the bite of a cobra.

Only The Hellcat knows for she promised herself and family that moving forward she would find a cure for this disease….

Yet it seemed like at this moment?

She didn’t want one.

 

 

 

A “TAYLOR-MADE” DEAL

 

It was no secret that David Helms was good friends with the late, great Orlando Cruze. He was well respected and worked closely with the former Icon before his untimely death which happened in October 2016. Regan always respected Orlando, she had her wars with him when IWC invaded the SCW in 2013, she will never forget the battles they fought which is why for her it was tough to have to face his kid after the incident on Breakdown in Pittsburgh. Regan wasn’t happy about the match, she felt this was too soon for the kid and it was a chance for him to shine no matter what while she felt insulted that this was even taking place seeing others like Selena get top billing, it was not sitting well with Regan. There was also the awkwardness with her and Taylor Chase, once great friends, they had seemed to lose touch with one another after Orlando’s death and the involvement of her adopted sister, Mika Kozlov.

Regan Knew what had to be done, it was about beating the young man and continuing her march toward becoming Supreme Champion….

This was not about Owen and it wasn’t going to become about him.

Beverly Hills, CA.
9.3.18

It was Labor Day, Regan and David had a huge dinner planned but earlier in the day she had received a text from one, Taylor Chase. It had been a while since the two had talked, Regan knew exactly what it was about. She responded back and agreed to stop by for a little bit to talk. Wearing jean shorts, wedge sandals and a button up short sleeve shirt untucked with her hair hanging down and toe nails polished silver, the Hellcat showed up at Taylor’s doorstep when she herself opened the door in jeans, thong sandals and a Wonder Woman t-shirt, her nails polished red and long brunette hair hanging down. She smiled at Regan….

 

Taylor: “Hey girl!”

Regan: “Hey, I’m good, how are you?”

Taylor: “Long time, no see. Thanks for coming by, I know it’s Labor Day and all, but I really wanted to see you. I’m going over to my dad’s later with Sebastian. I figured David is cooking up a spread?”

Regan: “Yeah, he loves to grill, thinks he’s a Chef at times, whatever, I try to appease him best I can. Anyway, you are looking great, ring ready I see, when is that going to happen?”

Taylor: “Who knows, Mr. D has this thing against me, he won’t commit to a contract yet, seems like I am a bad apple or something, yet he is entertaining Mika in EMERGE? Whatever. One day soon I will get in there even if it’s just a few matches to close out and finish up some loose ends, we’ll see. Being a mom is a job on its own, I want to spend as much time possible with Sebastian, I want him to grow up and be a stand up guy, not messing this one up, Owen (Cruze) is bad enough.”

Regan: “Yeah, of course.”

Taylor: “Please, sit down. Sebastian is asleep, but I’ll bring him out, so you can see him. Can I get you anything? Beer? Wine? Tea? Lemonade? Water?“

Regan: “I’ll take a lemonade, thanks.”

Taylor: “You got it.”

 

As Taylor makes her way to the kitchen, Regan sits down on the couch, crosses her legs and looks around at all the pictures, they are mostly of Taylor and Scott or her and Kelcey or Chris, or with her son, her father, not many if any of Orlando. She has one with Owen as Regan turns away from it wondering why Taylor wanted to see her, maybe it was to beg for Owen’s safety, she doesn’t know but she sure as will find out.

After a few moments, Taylor walks out with a glass of lemonade, she offers it to Regan who nods, Taylor poured herself a glass as well…

 

Taylor: “First off congratulations at Rise to Greatness. I was so happy when you beat that cunt, Selena Frost. I have hated her from day one and to see her get shut up again by you was absolutely magical. I had her number in IWC, it was nice to see her get it in SCW.”

Regan: “Thanks, it was a fight. I came in there with one goal and that was to beat her within an inch of her life and make her regret she ever stepped foot in the ring. I’m proud of my accomplishments, Tay. It was nice to finally get one over on her. I was riding high seeing Mr. D count her shoulders to the mat and raise my hand in victory, it was fucking special.”

Taylor: “I bet. We used to hang out all the time, I guess after IWC opened up and you were in SCW, we kind of drifted apart. I miss talking to you, always so brash and honest, I respect that about you.”

Regan: “It has been a long time, I’m glad that you did call me though I know why I am here. I don’t think it was coincidence I get a call from the First Lady of Wrestling the same week leading into my match against your kid.”

 

Taylor smiles, sipping her lemonade and placing it on the coffee table. She sits back and cross her legs, taking a second to think about how she is going to approach this. With Regan it’s about being blunt and honest….

 

Taylor: “It’s no coincidence, though it still doesn’t change the fact I wanted to see you and reconnect. Regan, I think both of us can relate, we have always been women with standards. There is a certain level I compete in and demand like you have. We are both Main eventers, come from wrestling families, and instill the same traditions and philosophies into our kids though mine don’t listen very well.”

Regan: “Right, of course. I do see it first hand and I get it. Taylor, it’s been tough for me in the SCW the last few years, we all go through our ups and downs though for me it seems like I am always held down and made to work my way up after I annihilate the Main Eventers. I go from beating Selena Frost in the co-main event of RTG XV to wrestling a rookie, your son and yeah, kid has talent, he’s going to be a superstar but he’s not getting made at my expense, no way.”

Taylor: “Exactly, Owen wants to play with the big boys and girls now. I know that he is going to say some harsh things, maybe it has to do with our relationship? I don’t know. What the SCW is doing to you right now is an embarrassment to the company. I have known Sienna Swann for a long time, I saw her as a young beauty queen and what she has turned herself into. I respect that about her but let’s face it, she’s no you. I look at what you did with AJ and Jennifer? They are good kids that love their mother, it makes me jealous, I want them instead of who I have, want to trade?”

 

Regan smirks, shaking her head….

 

Regan: “Ummm…. No.”

Taylor: “At least I tried. I had a difficult time with Owen and I need to thank you and David for allowing him to train at Ante Up Academy, that was really nice of you and he learned a lot. Honestly, I hate seeing him in the business, I want him to pull out.”

Regan: “I don’t know if that is an option, Taylor. The kid is pretty embedded in there. He’s starting to believe in himself, each week he grows more and more confident.”

Taylor: “What are you saying?”

Regan: “I’m saying if I go in there taking him lightly, he could surprise me and I’m sorry, I’m not ready for that humiliation at all.”

 

This time Taylor laughs a little….

 

Regan: Did I say something funny?”

Taylor: “Yes, you are giving him way too much credit. Owen is tough, he’s a great athlete but he will never be Orlando Cruze. I am trying to make him understand this “Born To Do” garbage is nonsense. The kid has made a ton of mistakes, lying to me and sneaking behind my back was one of them.  I was against certain activities, some friends he was making, I was his mother who cared for him and brought him up like he was my child. It hurts me to see what he ahs become. I still allow him to come and visit his little brother because I feel bad.”

Regan: “I see. Its tough with step kids, they can drive you up the wall at times. I had my issues with Jenni at first but after time, she grew out of it and had an appreciation for what we do since her training began. She’s a good kid, growing fast and ready to wrestle, hard to believe.”

Taylor: “She’s going to be Glamorous. Regan? Can I ask you something?”

Regan: “Sure.”

Taylor: “How do you put up SCW disrespecting you like this. It’s obvious your abilities speak for themselves, you were victorious and now you’ve become an afterthought at the expense of my kid? This is why you need to go out at Apocalypse and make a statement.”

Regan: “I plan on it. I’m hoping it’s a one-time deal though I’ve been in the business long enough to know that it usually isn’t. Is this why you asked me to come? To give me a pep talk and make sure that I go out there and give it my best?”

Taylor: “No, I want you to hurt him.”

 

Regan’s eyebrow arches…..

 

Regan: “Hurt him?”

Taylor: “Yes, hurt him…… bad.”

 

Regan sits up, sips her lemonade and places it back down on the coffee table. Taylor stands for a moment and grabs Regan’s cup….

 

Taylor: “I will get us refills.”

Regan: “Yeah, Thanks.”

 

As the sexy and slim Taylor makes her way to the kitchen, Regan looks up at a picture of Orlando with David, Chris and Scott. Lowering her head and rubbing her fingers through her hair, she thinks back to one of the few times she interacted with the man they called the Icon…..

 

Santa Monica, CA.

November 2015

 

The Hellcat sat quietly on the couch, wearing a white silk robe, her long blonde hair hanging down, Knees up, bare feet curled up, toe nails polished black, no make-up, her face was bruised up, she had a small bandage on her forehead. Regan had gone through quite the traumatic experience, she had been kidnapped by an obsessed fan in Otis Winston Myers, able to escape she had been home now for a day. All she could think about was the horror that she felt, knowing that in her mind she was never going to see her husband or family ever again. The outpouring of support was the most important thing to her, coming back and seeing how people cared so much and how concerned they were, touched her….

She was lucky to still be alive after being caged like an animal.

It was premeditated, Otis had been planning this for quite some time. He hadn’t been caught yet which still had Regan worried but at least she was home safe. David walks in, The Hellcat looks up at him and smiles half-heartedly, sipping on a cup of hot chamomile tea….

 

David: “How are you feeling?”

Regan: “Better that I’m home.”

David: “There is someone here to see you, they stopped by.”

Regan: “David…. I…..”

 

It was obvious that Regan didn’t want to see anyone, the man known as the Icon, Orlando Cruze walked in wearing an Under Armour shirt, sweat pants and sneakers, she wasn’t expecting company, but he was in the neighborhood, discussing business with David who had recently retired and was ready to move on to his next venture….

Being the GM for the newly forming UWA…

He walked up and smiled, leaned down and gave Regan a hug….

 

Regan: “Hey Lando, what’s up big guy.”

Orlando: “How are you doing? Did you get the license plate to the mac truck that ran you over?”

Regan: “Ha…. No.

Orlando: “No, seriously, I’m glad you are safe, this guy here, your husband was going crazy looking for you. We were all thinking the worse, I’m happy it turned out like this.”

Regan: “Sit down, please.”

 

Orlando sat across from her, David next to his wife. Regan nodded, he could tell that she had been through hell and back, concerned over her well-being as this could have happened to anyone, the risks in the sport when you deal with fans….

 

Regan: “I’m home and alive. I didn’t think I was going to survive that. I zapped me with a taser, I wake up in some cage dressed in a cat suit. I don’t know what happened in those lost hours. Those four days I don’t ever want to relive again. It’s been tough, but I’ll get over it.”

Orlando: “No one is expecting you to just get back up and go about your business. It could take time and that’s what you need right now. The most important thing is that you’re safe. I don’t know what I would do if that happened to Taylor or one of my kids. You are very lucky and I’m just glad that things turned out the way they did.”

Regan: “I appreciate that. So why are you here, trying to recruit my husband? Damn it Lando, he just retired.”

 

That gets a laugh out of Orlando who looks over at David. He also chuckles some before nodding and trying to keep the mood and situation light….

 

Orlando: “I wanted to pick his brain, the IWC had a split recently, now we are thinking about going to a whole new brand in the UWA. I think that for the most part it will be a chance to get some new blood in, a great alternative to the SCW and its damn competition. I didn’t come here for business though, I just wanted to check on you and make sure that everything was alright. I was worried. I know you and I have had our wars in the past with he IWC invasion to SCW. I respect you Regan, always had. You are one of those that love this business, bust your ass like a lot of us have.”

Regan: “Thanks Lando, you too. I appreciate you coming over. How’s Tay by the way, we used to be close once, haven’t really talked a lot the last year or so. Everything alright?”

Orlando: “Everything is great, she’s a great mom to my kids considering Kloe is acting up. I’m really happy right now Regan and I wish the same for you and David, you deserve that.”

 

Regan chuckles a bit….

 

Regan: “Sometimes I don’t think I deserve a damn thing but thank you.”

Orlando: “Why do you say that?”

David: “That’s Regan, bro. She will always be her own worse critic. She thinks the world of everything but herself.”

Orlando: “And that’s why you are so damn good in the ring, tough as nails outside of it. I want my kids to have the same mentality, maybe one day they will.”

Regan: “Do yourself a favor, keep them far away from this business.”

 

Orlando lets another laugh slip out, agreeing with Taylor on so many fronts as this business does have a tendency to not only change people but corrupt them. Orlando is a proud father that knows one day his son, Owen may follow in his footsteps, maybe….

 

Orlando: “I would agree to that, but I think Owen might day follow in my footsteps, who knows. Right now, that is not in the cards but if he does I’ll send him Dave’s way to train at his new Academy.”

David: “Anytime bro, you know that.”

Orlando: “I have taken enough of your time, get some rest and take care of yourself, hope to see you soon out in the ring, hopefully snag yourself a World Championship.”

Regan: “Thanks so much for visiting, means a lot, you didn’t have to do that.”

Orlando: “Yes, I did. What are friends for, right?”

 

It brought a smile to Regan’s face. Orlando stood up, he went back over and gave her another hug, David was ready to escort him out….

 

Orlando: “For what it’s worth, I apologize for my brother. Shaun is a good man, he sometimes just goes a bit extreme on things. He knows that in time things are going to catch up to him.”

Regan: “You don’t have to apologize for him Lando, but thank you. It means a lot.”

Orlando: “Take care and get back to the ring soon.”

Regan: “I will.”

 

David escorts Orlando out, they stand at the front door talking a little further while Regan sat, sipping her tea. She was extremely impressed that he took the time to come by and see how she was doing, that really went a long way with her seeing the measure of the man Orlando Cruze was….

It was something she would never forget.

 

Beverly Hills, CA.
9.3.18

 

Regan continues to sit in silence. Taylor returns with another glass of lemonade, placing it right in front of Regan. She sits down and smiles. Trying to get a feel for the Hellcat, Taylor obviously had ulterior motives in bringing her there. Regan didn’t know what to expect, she was thinking maybe Taylor was going to ask her to not hurt Owen, go easy on the kid, that was not the case. Thinking back to the moments she had with Orlando, also attending his funeral and seeing how distraught Taylor was, not including everything that happened with Shaun Cruze, Regan was attempting to sympathize with her former close friend, a woman that at one point was a hero in the IWC. Taylor sits back down, crossing her long legs and looks right at Regan….

 

Taylor: “What are you thinking right now? I can see your mind is racing? How we can take him out? There were reasons I asked you to come, when you were booked against Owen, when I saw how disrespectful he was toward you on TV, I knew that I had to reach out to one…. Apologize for his behavior and two to offer my sympathy and blessing.”

Regan: “I have to admit, Taylor….. I thought you were going to ask me to go easy on the kid because he’s your son and I saw him Tweet happy last week talking about you allowing him to see Sebastian. Things have been rough between you two, honestly, I try not to get involved. I get the whole he is dating that Jaina girl, Amy’s her mom, that’s cringe worthy shit right there. I can see why you want to pull your hair out.”

Taylor: “Yes, exactly, see you understand.”

Regan: “I also remember the crap with Shaun and how he put his hands on you after Lando’s death. There has been a lot of trauma in this family since and I am sitting here trying to imagine what it was like for a 16-year-old kid to lose his dad so suddenly and see you with Scott or lately the rumor is you’ve been courting Blake Mason all to get to the kid, right?”

Taylor: “Those are all rumors and yes, it was bad for Owen but what about me? I lost my husband, the love of my life and all I wanted to do was carry out his legacy and wishes. My sole purpose was to take care of that boy and make sure he grows up to be like his dad. He’s more like Shaun, selfish, arrogant and disrespectful. Regan, you know better than anyone what it is like to raise a teenage boy and then have him wrestle, they are know it all. I can’t stand that about him, he doesn’t listen.”

Regan: “So what exactly do you want from me?”

 

Taylor sighs, looking remorseful though Regan can’t pinpoint whether it is an act or if Taylor is being genuine about this. The Hellcat is not a fool, she is starting to see the whole purpose of this visit. She sits forward waiting for Taylor’s response….

 

Taylor: “Owen is my son, he will always be my son. I took that responsibility just like you have Regan with AJ and Jennifer to care for him no matter what. I provided for him up until the day I kicked him out of the house. He knew I didn’t want him dating that Jaina girl, he went ahead and did it. He knew that his interactions with Shaun and the whole Memorial business was a sore subject with me, yet he proceeded. Orlando’s wishes were that I care for him, NOT Kloe, NOT Shaun, ME and that is exactly what I am trying to do.”

Regan: “Okay…. So I am going to ask again, what is it you want from me?”

Taylor: “Take him out… period.”

 

Regan’s eyebrow arches….

 

Taylor: “Take him out. I will fill you in on a secret because I trust you. I asked Blake to do the same at RTG XV, he did not, chose the moral high ground instead which seems like the popular choice these days. Owen needs to learn a lesson and I can’t teach him that while he is traveling the world. I want to give him one more chance to come to his senses. You have the means Regan, you don’t give a shit about anyone that isn’t family. He deserves more than just a beating or a loss, I want you to take him out and I will make sure that you are fully compensated for it.”

Regan: “I don’t need money, Taylor.”

Taylor: “Fine, I will give you whatever you want. Name it.”

Regan: “That’s an interesting proposition and I will think about it…. I have thought about it, NO.”

 

Taylor’s eyes widen, she’s shocked that Regan wouldn’t jump at the chance to take Owen out. She takes a second to collect her thoughts, being thrown an audible took Taylor for a loop. Titling her head, she stops and tries to understand why…..

 

Taylor: “No? Why? Think of the possibilities?”

Regan: “Possibilities? No. Because I’m not doing your dirty work. Tay, I have fully always respected you, but this? That’s your son. I may not agree with what he does and says or how he goes against you. I’m sure he will have a mouthful of crap to say about me and that might be enough for me to go out there and take him out, I don’t know but if I am going to hurt him, he’s going to earn it because of what he does to me, not what you ask of me to do. At least you don’t have to try and sleep with me.”

 

Regan stands up, Taylor quickly follows suit….

 

Taylor: “Wait, Regan, let’s talk, I’m sure that we can work something out, don’t rush into any decisions, here. My father has been VERY GOOD to your family and mentor. Do you remember what my dad did for you right before you came to the SCW?.”

 

The Hellcat does remember, it still doesn’t change her stance. It was Broderick Chase who gave legal guardianship to Trinity when Regan ran from her family at sixteen years old and helped the two get situated….

 

Regan: “Work something out? Maybe you should go talk to Mika then, I’m sure she would be more than willing to take Owen out. That man loved you, he worshipped the ground you walked on. I remember Lando’s funeral and the people where were there that loved and respected him. I saw Owen’s face, that kid was crushed, and you were supposed to pick up where Lando left off. It’s bad enough that David and Lando were like best friends and I must fight the kid. The SCW decided it was a good idea and maybe I do have a horse in the race, maybe I don’t like how the friendship between AJ and him went down and I want to teach him a lesson in life. The fact still remains, I’m not doing your dirty work, if you want to take him out, I suggest you kiss D’s daughters’ asses, they might let you in the door in SCW.”

 

Regan goes to leave, Taylor grabs her arm….

 

Taylor: “Please, just hear me out. I saw what you did to Dylan, I am sure you can understand my predicament here.”

Regan: “I have. There were reasons why things went down the way they did with Dylan and I’m not in any obligation to explain myself to you or anyone. Let go.”

 

Taylor let’s go. Regan grabs her things….

 

Regan: “Thanks for the lemonade and too bad I didn’t get to see your son. Happy Labor Day.”

 

The Hellcat walks out, closing the door behind her leaving Taylor seething. She tries to calm down and back away before grunting loudly and swiping the lamp off the end table causing it to shatter to pieces….

 

Thirty Minutes Later

 

Regan arrives back at her house. David had some company over for the grill out including Mikaela, Chris Cannon, Christian and Kelcey Wallace, some neighbors and a few other. Regan pulls into the driveway in the Mustang, she gets out and sees Kelcey standing outside by her car in jean shorts, a t-shirt and thong sandals. Regan grabs her purse and heads to the house….

 

Kelcey: “Hey.”

Regan: “Hi.”

Kelcey: “Everything alright? David told me you went to Taylor’s house?”

Regan: “Yeah… yeah I did.”

Kelcey: “Did she try to offer you a deal to hurt Owen?”

Regan: “Something like that. I didn’t take it.”

 

Regan could see the relief on Kelcey’s face after she told her that….

 

Kelcey: “Thank you. Owen is good kid, he’s just learning, Regan. Give him time, we were all brash like him once.”

Regan: “I didn’t do it for Owen.”

Kelcey: “Then why did you turn her down?”

Regan: “I did it for Lando.”

 

Regan doesn’t say another word and walks toward the front door. Kelcey stands there, nodding, knowing that even in death Lando still has an influence on many of them and if someone like Regan Street, The Hellcat of the SCW is willing not to strike a deal to hurt someone because of the respect she has for their father?

Then all that means is the Icon, left his legacy on all of us.

 

 

SCENE FADES

 

 

“I always have had a choice in my life. Whether I make the right ones or not are totally up to me. I am a woman who plays by her own rules, no one is ever going to tell me different. I will say this though, there are few people that come through this business who leave a mark on the sport, those select few are remembered, immortalized and iconic. I may be a bitch, you may hate my guts or my methods and that’s fine, I am the one who decides how I will act and if you don’t like it? I don’t care. Truth be told I have very little regrets, I’m not the type of person that is just going to let life pass me by and miss out on the important things.

It’s about family.

Some of you may have a different opinion of me, call Regan Street a hypocrite for the attack on her brother. I learned at a very young age to never assume you know everything about a person’s motives until you know all the facts. Owen Cruze may want to judge me, act like an eighteen-year-old entitled punk and that’s fine, no matter what happens at Apocalypse or moving forward isn’t going to change my take or outlook on what I do in a ring.

My respect for Orlando Cruze is just that, it will always be there because he like others changed my perspective on certain things.

You only live once and maybe that was the one lesson he forgot to teach his son. One that I will happily do it for him….

And grant him the wish he always wanted….

To become a man, at my fists.”

 

 

 

 

 

THE HELLCAT SPEAKS

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TOUGH LOVE

 

 

The Scene Opens….

 

The Art Institute of Chicago, founded in 1879 and located in Chicago’s Grant Park, is one of the oldest and largest art museums in the United States. Recognized for its curatorial efforts and popularity among visitors, the museum hosts approximately 1.5 million guests annually. Its collection, stewarded by 11 curatorial departments, is encyclopedic, and includes iconic works such as Georges Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte, Pablo Picasso’s The Old Guitarist, Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks, and Grant Wood’s American Gothic. Its permanent collection of nearly 300,000 works of art is augmented by more than 30 special exhibitions mounted yearly that illuminate aspects of the collection and present cutting-edge curatorial and scientific research.

As a research institution, the Art Institute also has a conservation and conservation science department, five conservation laboratories, and one of the largest art history and architecture libraries in the country—the Ryerson and Burnham Libraries.

The growth of the collection has warranted several additions to the museum’s original 1893 building, which was constructed for the World’s Columbian Exposition of the same year. The most recent expansion, the Modern Wing designed by Renzo Piano, opened in 2009 and increased the museum’s footprint to nearly one million square feet, making it the second-largest art museum in the United States, after the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Art Institute is associated with the School of the Art Institute of Chicago, a leading art school, making it one of the few remaining unified arts institutions in the United States. Here is where we find Regan Street, The Hellcat of the SCW along with her sister, Mikaela standing outside by the Lions of the Art Institute. Regan is not in the best of moods, after having a victorious and successful RTG XV beating Selena Frost for the last time, she was ready to move on to bigger and better things. Regan was looking forward to her ascension and try to get some gold, she had it already known that the Supreme title was next on her bucket list. After last week this was not the case.

She had a feeling her half-brother may be a detour for her moving forward, she didn’t expect for Owen Cruze to be her next challenger. For “The Hellcat” it was a bit of an insult, seeing Selena again be part of the Main Event and Regan thrown to a kid that maybe he was or wasn’t ready to face her, one thing Regan wasn’t going to do was take him lightly at the same time she would charge at him like anyone. There was a reason the Hellcat and Mikaela attacked Dylan Howell, Owen took exception to it.

No matter what, Regan was going to make the SCW pay for their booking.

Wearing jeans and wedge sandals, a navy-blue halter top with her hair down and toe nails polished silver, she stood by the Lion while Mikaela in her white jeans, yellow top and sandals with her nails polished a solid white stood next to her. She nodded to the camera as it began to record….

 

REC:

 

Regan took a second to collect her thoughts before turning back to the camera and speaking in her very direct yet sexy and fiery voice…..

 

“I’ve never been a fan of this city, I thought it would be fitting for me to record my words in front of the Art Institute of Chicago, the two roaring lions here are very symbolic on how I feel right now moving forward in the SCW. For me, there comes a time in my career from the first days I entered in the SCW where it goes in waves. I remember having some big matches and just when I thought the sky’s the limit and I was going to be able to capitalize on the momentum of wrestling and defeating some of the biggest names in the business, I see myself instead in a holding pattern, like an airplane flying in circles waiting to land. I turn to look at these beautiful statues, they show how fierce I am, how I have portrayed myself in the SCW and finally?

What I represent

Rise to Greatness 2018, the fifteenth anniversary show which had many memorable moments. We saw Sienna Swann win a Number One Contendership match over Syren, Donovan Kayl and Thirteen. We witnessed Kennedy Street defeat the odds and walk out World Champion over the heavily favored, Giovanni Aries. New tag team champions were crowned with The Lohan’s, I could mention Blake Mason beating Owen Cruze and why? It obviously pertains to this. Finally, I walked into the PPV and I defeated Selena Frost who thought from the very beginning she was better than Regan Street? I told her it didn’t matter how we started, whether it was at Best of the Best or Breakdown or Hazardous Envy or The Future Is Now, it came down to ONE match at RTG XV and what happened?

Everything else leading to this meant nothing.

Selena can feed you a line of bullshit on how hard she fought and how proud she is to defend the honor of the SCW, make up every viable excuse as to why she was my bitch and lost but the facts are facts people….

Regan Street is and will always be better than Selena Frost.

They billed it as the final match, the end of our feud, we will never face each other again unless circumstances call for it? “True Believers”, let’s go ahead and address the White Elephant in the room, Selena Frost FAILED you. The SCW never needed to be protected, if we all recall while she was prancing around, spreading her seed of bullshit in the IWC, UWA and the ULW, I always stood true to the SCW brand during the times of the Triad. See, like most of the morons in this promotion, they love to lose themselves in their own bubble of propaganda. Mr. D was the referee, that even erased the officiating excuse, I mean this woman had NOTHING to fall back on while laughing at my threats on Twitter?

Who’s laughing now?

That wasn’t all though was it?

Oh no, suddenly after I wrestle the match of my life, win the biggest of my career, shut the haters up who continued to throw their shade toward me? Well how does the humble pie taste? The boss’s daughters threaten to fire me if I do not apologize to their dad for everything that has happened the last few years, hell since 2014 really. Suddenly after I walk out the winner of the Co-Main Event, Selena gets top billing against Giovanni Aries heading into Apocalypse after I apologize on national TV and what do I get?

First, I made a decision about my family that none of you will ever understand but please, allow me to explain it in due time. Second? I am trying to speak about what happened between Dylan Howell, his slut, Mikaela and I when suddenly I have some punk kid talking trash and being disrespectful toward me when I was a friend to his father?

I respected and honored his memory with my husband and this little shit wants to front me?

Now I get Owen Cruze at Apocalypse? Really? After I put Selena down and we are once again going through the motions that happened after Hazardous Envy where I was wasting my time with the likes of Stacy Kissinger and Selena was Main Eventing PPV’s?

This is the game you want to play SCW?

Fine, then it’s afoot.”

 

It was pretty obvious that Regan Street was not in the best of moods. She found herself in a situation where it could be a trap match, a hungry, rookie determined to make his name in wrestling in the biggest match of his young career and Regan could find herself being the one who makes him? No, Regan is more determined than ever not because of Owen, she has been here all too often and it was time to prove again why she was the best in the business. She looks back at the camera….

 

“Owen Cruze….

I keep on trying to tell myself why is this match happening? Why am I standing here thinking of what to say to you kid? Then the more I thought about it, it reminded me of my journey which started here over six years ago. When I was twenty-three, I came into the SCW with no previous knowledge or experience in this business. I wasn’t given the chance to start at eighteen, Trinity wanted me to attend college first, so I could fall back on something if this failed, obviously it didn’t. I was like you, learned from some of the best, felt like I could conquer the world. I was successful at first, won my first five matches on TV, beat some pretty good vets and women that were established like Rachel Foxx and Madeleine MacTaggart. People started to notice me rather quickly until I lost for the VERY FIRST time in my career against Marina Trent at this exact PPV, Apocalypse six years ago, not winning the Women’s Championship, an event that has never been very friendly to me.

What did I learn on that night, Owen?

I was vulnerable, I came crashing back down to earth realizing maybe I wasn’t as good as I had first thought. I needed to work a little harder but first I wanted to make a statement, send the message to the SCW that what happened at Apocalypse 2012 wasn’t going to just go unanswered. What did I do? I drugged Marina, dragged her out to the middle of nowhere on the next Breakdown, dyed her hair blonde so the bitch would stop calling me a Barbie and then?

I made my name be known as The Hellcat.

From that night forward, my actions spoke louder than words, they knew, every single wrestler on the roster that I was going to be the future of this company, the very best to step into the ring and a World Champion in the making. THAT Owen, is how you make careers, THAT is how you send a message to the rest of the roster that you are here to be a contender, not some flash in the pan that comes and goes, never remembering their names. A shock to the system and was Marian ever the same again? No, I took her title a few months later and the rest is history. I was not going to become some question on the back of a Trivial Pursuit card in some burger joint, oh no, I was intent on being the bitch that when you see my name on the marquee and it’s right next to yours?

You were facing the VERY BEST the SCW has to offer with those butterflies in the stomach swirling, questioning why you even stepped foot in my ring and here we are. This is a match that everyone says will make or break you. I disagree. See, right now you have everything to gain from this, win and suddenly you are the talk of the SCW, you beat a Main Eventer, write your ticket anywhere, don’t get too excited, that’s not happening. Lose? A more common scenario and it’s just another stepping stone in your development, get better as you go along, right? Let me pitch to you another scenario, no matter what happens, I’m going to teach you things that you never thought were possible in that ring so badly you will sit in the dressing room after the match and wonder why you didn’t start at EMERGE or just go out to Hollywood with your uncle. Last Breakdown was just a taste against Josh Hudson, I did it to rattle you up, make you think, even force you to go out of your comfort zone and let that emotion out. Tell me and the world the truth on how you really feel about everything, right kid? I did what I had to, in other words you should thank me for helping you along this path you decided to take, how arrogant to not go through EMERGE first, I wish that was a thing when I first started but you were better than Peyton Rice, you were better than any of the kids who busted their asses at Ante Up all due to one thing….

Your name?

Bullshit.

I know about names, the pressure you feel. See, Owen, you and I are not that far apart, we are a lot alike, different places in our careers but still on the same paths yet for you, spitting on the face of EMERGE that even your aunt Mika is down there trying to reinvent herself, so first and foremost don’t you ever come to my house, throw your “Born to Do This” moniker at me and pretend you’re entitled to be in the same ring as Regan Street right now because you’re not. Let’s not lie to each other, let us instead be honest here.

This isn’t about a wrestling match, this is personal, and you know why, Owen?

You made it personal.”

 

Mikaela looks on from behind, shaking her head. Regan stands by the lion and looks away for a second. Deep down inside she doesn’t know whether she wants to hurt the kid or not. Taylor Chase tried to give her a proposition, she didn’t accept, for the single fact she respected Orlando Cruze. This is one of those situations where it was all about Owen disrespecting her and butting into her personal business about Dylan Howell. She turns back to the camera speaking calmly and a very intense look….

 

“Have you ever been taught not to get involved in situations that don’t concern you? The problem is that people your age always think they know everything, their way is the only way, we must abide by your rules and if you don’t agree we are the villains, right? I find it ironic that you of all people Owen would ever question me concerning the decisions I make about my family. I have always been about family first no matter what anyone says. This business sometimes has a way of pitting us against one another, don’t you think my dream while in the SCW was to be on the same page as Kennedy, Kelcey and Trinity? In your stupid little pea brain do you really think that I hate Kennedy? Or Kelcey? The woman that has taken you under her wing? Or Trinity the person who took me in when my real family threw me out like the trash?

No, I wanted nothing more than for the Streets to be aligned but guess what? It doesn’t always happen that way. This business we make a lot of friends and enemies, rarely do your friends stay that way and do not become your enemies, something one day you will experience. My son, AJ Helms was struggling, he was seeing the SCW for what it was after trying so hard to live by this “Honour Code” with your uncle, Shaun. I guess watching his mother getting the shaft by the owner of the company wasn’t enough for AJ to start questioning what he was really fighting for, right? The chance to team up that never happened thanks to Mr. D, his father who was about to be inducted into the Hall of Fame was threatened to be taken out, or maybe it was pushing me down the depth charts and making me work my way up while others I soundly defeated were getting the opportunities that were never given to me? all from the very first day when Mr. D smiled as your uncle threw me off the stage and watched as he tried to end my career.

Is that okay, Owen?

If your father was alive today and Mr. D was doing the same thing to him that he did to me, would you feel like AJ changed for the worse and your friend turned his back on everything you stand for?

No, you wouldn’t.

Owen, it’s easy to stand in front of a camera and just talk, say what you feel, bad mouth me and everyone associated with the Helms or Street family, riding a thin line with your new associates because you know what “love” is? Grandstanding, trying to act like you belong when in reality, you don’t, the same family who welcomed you into our home, allowed you to use Ante Up Academy to train for what you were “Born To Do”, helped you and your father when he was in dire need in the IWC and UWA. So, ask yourself this, would your father be proud of you saying these things about the same people who helped in your development? Are you going to lie and say he would because you think that’s the only thing which will justify the dribble that pours from your mouth like vomit!?

The family you talk so highly of?

The moral ground and pedestal that recently you’ve decided to climb?

I don’t ever have to explain my actions to anyone at any level. I chose to attack my half-brother and his “girlfriend” with Mikaela for personal reasons. Forget the fact the moron actually married a Championship belt on National TV and gave it a name while we had to actually live through that comedy skit. Or the fact he goes out embarrassing himself against Andrew Raynes over and over, never learning when to finally stop and just walk away without some death wish to die a martyr? Using the excuse that it is for Mikaela and I? The man who was supposed to protect me and her as kids and was never there when it happened? Is his behavior attacking Selena Frost and other superstars alright with you even if I hate that bitch? Are you really going to scoff at my words and attack my actions without knowing the whole truth you pompous, little twat? Justifying and defending him for what he has done?

Is that the same “Honour” your uncle believed in, Owen!?

Kid, you have blinders on. This is a man who’s first wife, a woman….”

 

Mikaela stops her, Regan turns and looks over at her younger sister who shakes her head, begging her not to say anything. The Hellcat grabs her hand and whispers in her ear trying to explain why she needs to bring this up. Mikaela after a bit finally nods and looks on a bit tense. Regan turns back around and faces the camera…

 

“… A woman that Mikaela and I loved as a sister and she died in a car accident, all was his fault!? When Jessica separated from him, when he lost his fucking mind, I stood there frightened, not knowing if that would happen to either me or Miks, so I cared about him, I loved my brother unconditionally and went to his house to try and talk sense to him only for Dylan to put a gun to my head when he was ready to use it on himself!?

Have you ever stared down the barrel of a revolver before, kid!?

Have you ever felt the urine trickle down your fucking leg not knowing if the bullet was next!? No, and to this day I have that moment on loop playing over and over again every time I see that son of a bitch whose mother watched me get abused and not give a damn but make excuses!? We are creatures of habit Owen, you started to learn before you even stepped foot in the ring, with all that Blake Mason crap posing as your dad on the internet and then he pile driving you as a fan in the stands, the sympathy you were given, the red headed, big boob kidnappers like Red Rayne coming out of the woodwork to support you all in the name of your father, a man who everyone respected, this business lost its first son when he died and I will never try to imagine what it is like to lose a father you love and respect, mine liked to beat me unconscious, did Orlando do that to you? You didn’t have to learn the hard way, he loved you more than anything or maybe you did, Owen?

I mean you are the expert on family, right kid?

We all remember uncle Shaun turning on Kelcey, Taylor and your dad. The same Uncle Shaun who found himself battling your stepmom for the rights to Orlando’s memorial? Or was the fact your real mother, Kloe ran a faction with Blake and Tina Valentine of all people in the UWA, attacking heroes in the IWC like your stepmom back then, Taylor Chase or later on in UWA with EMERGE’s GM Vanilla Skyy or even your own father before he passed? Didn’t your mom use you and your sister as collateral on national TV against your dad and Taylor, forcing them to make decisions so she could take the company from under his nose?

Is that the great family you speak of, little shit?

Let’s not forget Shaun choking a pregnant Taylor Chase on TV, caught on camera after his spill on “Honour” with MY kid standing next to him supporting all the way, or even Peyton Rice who that girl doesn’t have an evil bone in her beautiful body and they were….

Harassed!

Embarrassed!

Humiliated!

All the result of the poor choices he made with no reasoning other than he blamed Taylor for your father’s death when it was clear he died of a heart attack!? She egged him on, sure, he bit, end of story. The great Uncle Shaun who beat me for the world Championship and let’s get one thing straight kid, I respect that man in the ring like there is no tomorrow, as a person he’s a flower and he was given a raw deal, he never recovered from that no matter what he says and tweets. He can wear his little purple heart and talk about abuse, trying to kiss Amy Chastaine’s ass for her foundation last year by saving some face when it was she who led the smearing campaign on him to begin with! Shaun never retired and headed off to Hollywood making shitty movies because he couldn’t go anymore in the ring? Bollocks! He could step in there right now and be a threat for the World Championship….

He left a broken man, he left with his hands in the pockets, head down, ashamed, no goodbyes, no huge final matches, no parade and no respect or admiration for his accomplishments and why? Shaun Cruze bitched out, he allowed them, the Peanut Gallery you admire including Taylor to run all over him sending you a message since you idolize Shaun so much that you will become more like him instead of at least half of what your father ever was…

Stoic and strong not feeble and brittle.

The mother of the girl you’re dating made sure that he walked out with his dick tucked in his ass! She ran him out leading the charge with half the other mindless and weak women like Kara Abheri that think abuse is a cool topic to use as a chance to feel empowered!?

Look at me!

LOOK AT ME OWEN!

Do I look weak and fragile? Am I broken because my daddy beat me within an inch of my life? I walked as a runaway and almost didn’t live past sixteen? I don’t use it as an excuse to feel better about myself, I made sure it fueled my passion and rage! These are the people you are associated with now, the ones that broke Shaun’s spirit as he stopped believing in the “Honour” Code and showed my kid that all of it was a simple gesture of convenience until you piss off the wrong people and suddenly the heroes are the public enemies.

I didn’t allow the opinions of the sheep bother me when I was the lioness.”

 

She stands back a little, leaning against the lion. Her emotions are starting to come out, they are passionate and to her true and just. She didn’t want this to be about families or the dirty laundry of Owen Cruze, a young man that is just now starting to come into his own. Instead it has and now Regan has one goal, to defeat him and teach Owen a lesson in life…. Stay out of other people’s family affairs….

 

“It’s easy to throw the word family around but if you are okay turning your back on all the people that supported you, Owen on the road to getting a contract in the SCW then fine. If your idea of getting attention and big matches without earning them is by mocking or disrespecting me when I am trying to explain myself to why I attacked my brother, then fine. If you want to point fingers at my son who I will protect to the ends of the earth and stand there telling me I have no right when petty cunts like Selena Frost, try to take him out in spite of what I did to her at RTG XV? Then fine.

For no matter how many times you tell yourself?

Your father right now is shaking his head in disappointment to what his kid is becoming.

I adopted two kids who were in bad shape, one had no parents, the other’s parents abandoned her, they are AJ and Jennifer. You can never question me as a mother, a wife or a sister to anyone close to my family. This is why I live now. When I first arrived, it was about ME, my dreams, my goals and my accomplishments, exactly where you are today. Now?

It’s about them.

Beating you at Apocalypse is not about record, or your chance to rise at the moment or make a name for yourself, I don’t make names for anyone. This is about a young man who wants to be like his father and made the biggest mistake of his career….

Cross a Hellcat.

Your step mom came to me the other day and was ecstatic, overjoyed that I was facing you in hopes that I would be the one to make you realize this was not what you were intended to be. I just left. See, Owen, no matter what happens, the choices you made, the girls you date that I will give one single note of advice to, they usually grow up to be like their mothers so unless you like sharing, run now….

They all come back at one point or another and define who you are.

I was the one that didn’t take losing for an answer and made sure they remembered me. In Chicago, they will remember you Owen. There is no doubt in my mind you will fight, claw, scratch, fly and mesmerize the fans, the peers and the people who took the time to train you. They will also see something they have seen for over six years…..

A Hellcat rise in victory and show why I am the BEST in the SCW and the World.

I should be in the Main Event so instead I’m going to give you a gift, for one night only kid…..

You are now in the Main Event and when the smoke clears you will lose like those before you and then I suggest you go to your dad’s memorial, kneel in front of it and beg him to forgive you for being an idiot and turning on those that always had your back…..

As Apocalypse ends for Owen Cruze?

In a CATastrophe.

You were “Born to Do” this?

I AM THIS.”

 

The Hellcat leans her head back and sighs, before muttering the words as she walks away….

 

“Sorry Lando, he’s forced my hand…..

Meow Bitches.”

 

….. leaving the scene. Mikaela stands in front of the camera staring right into it emotionless for a second before grabbing the lens and….

 

 

FADING TO BLACK

 

/REC