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“Fatal Fortunes had come and gone.
Last year it wasn’t great for me, I was teamed up with Katie Steward, that bitch was eliminated early in a Tables Match. Left me alone, I was thrown threw a table too and didn’t get a chance at a tag team title shot. That was then, there was also the time I beat Marina Trent in a Submission match for the Women’s Championship, but I recall everyone calling it rigged.
Whatever, I was still making history.
This event I have been in Underground matches with the mighty Matt Auclair and beat him. This go around I fought the “Mask Man” of Dark Fantasy who was Alexander Crowe, yeah, the fucking loser who sits at home and shares Ravyn and Syren. The best part about this was, he didn’t have the balls to go out there and wrestle me, CHBK under the mask did and I must admit, that was better than any title shot I could have been given. I beat his ass to a bloody pulp and the best part about it was? I was able to get to watch my sister get a little revenge on that rat bastard for what he did to her and the emotional scars he gave Mikaela. I want you to understand something, whether you believe me or not, this is about family. The first episode of Fatal Fortunes saw Sienna Swann take on Thomas Valentine and my half-brother, Dylan Howell.
Yes, family.
If you haven’t noticed, I protect my kids, I defend my husband no matter what decisions are made, even if they went against me during a time where games were being played, the fact remains I would take a bullet for any of them including my sister. I was like that too with Dylan, yet things change, situations become different and suddenly you find yourself trying to fix something broken that really can’t be fixed. At the first Fatal Fortunes, I did whatever I had to in order for Dylan to understand that he has made way too many mistakes and this time around there was no coming back from it. Sienna was going to win that match regardless, it’s no insult to Tommy who is a good friend of mine and my husband’s best friend, it is more that Sienna is on a different level and it’s about time she was….
She earned her spot.
As for me?
I had to play the regulator, I needed to show that when Dylan attacked me from behind and caused me to fall and hurt my kid, it was the ultimate sin. It’s funny how people make choices then try to justify them. Look at all the self-centered, pretentious bitches I have been facing lately and they will all say the same thing just to pull your strings, I won’t. I was honest with Dylan and after that stunt on Breakdown with the kitty litter a few weeks ago? I will be brutally honest come Under attack.
I WANT my opportunities after beating some of the best here since RTG XV and before….
And this is only making it worse….
By pissing me off.”
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THE YING & YANG OF A HELLCAT: FAMILY
PROLOGUE: TO HELL AND BACK
Regan Street was hopeful for Fatal Fortunes, last year didn’t go so well and this time she wanted to be a part of something special. This time of year can be a finicky bitch, when this event happens you just never know what a wrestler could end up with. Her first Fatal Fortunes, Regan became the Women’s Champion by defeating Marina Trent in a submission match. Last year a tables match she would like to forget which she in turn took it out on Konrad Raab on Supreme Saturday later on that month. This time though it was better than a title match, it was better than anything she could ask for, a chance to beat up a masked CHBK and allow for Mikaela to get one good lick in before she was done….
That in itself was amazing.
Regan defeated CHBK, she in turn beat him within an inch of his life. She knew it was him as they began to wrestle, all a trick by Syren and Ravyn, Dark Fantasy trying to be so desperate in getting a World Title match from Sienna Swann or whoever is holding the title. Regan was ready for anything and with her sister’s relationship at the closest it has been in years, for Regan it was extremely important to continue to watch it grow, this definitely brought some closure as both women at one point were at each other’s throats over Alex and seeing Mikaela smile after what she did to him, that was enough for Regan especially experiencing her sister going through a rough patch after CHBK left with Dark Fantasy and never really told her of his plans leaving Mikaela wondering what she did wrong which led to her self-mutilation until Regan finally had enough and took it out on Syren while still United States Champion.
For now, it was enough to satisfy the palette until next in line was Dylan Howell.
Fatal Fortunes II
Milwaukee, WI.
Regan was ecstatic, her kid was now number one contender for the World Title, her other kid was doing great things in EMERGE, her husband was happy, their relationship so tight. She was ready for the storm that was on the horizon and after she disposed of her brother, there was only one thing left to do, rise to the occasion. Mikaela stood there looking at her sweaty sister still in her wrestling gear, she smiled at her after what had happened. Wearing jeans, red sneakers, a matching jacket and a Hellcat t-shirt with her long hair hanging down and nails polished white, she chuckled….
Mikaela: “Thank you.”
Regan: “For what, Miks?”
Mikaela: “For what happened out there. I needed that when you didn’t have to give me that moment. I’m surprised that he would go through that now, it seems like Alex will put everything on the line for Dark Fantasy, he’s a complete idiot.”
Regan: “We knew he was that already Mikaela, hence why I beat his ass to a bloody pulp early and you little sister of mine were given closure. That is a chapter of your life that is now over, and it was fresh on my mind since day one, I will never forget that time and what he did to you. He’s lucky I didn’t maim him permanently. I told you that I will always have your back, you know that. I didn’t have much expectations coming into Fatal Fortunes, I was pleasantly surprised, better than any title shot that’s for sure.”
Mikaela: “It really was. Thank you so much for everything, it means a lot to me, more than you will ever know.”
Regan: “What are sisters for, right?”
Mikaela smiles, hugging her older sister, she was more than appreciative of what happened out there, getting the chance to kick CHBK for her was something that she needed, it was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders as Mikaela never really had closure…..
Mikaela: “Alright, I’ll catch you later at the hotel?”
Regan: “Where are you going?”
Mikaela: “I’m going to catch up with Bree, see how she is doing.”
Regan: “Bree Lancaster?”
Mikaela: “Yeah, we’ve been getting closer lately, she’s good people.”
Regan: “Alright, I’ll catch you later.”
The younger Street leaves, Regan stands there pondering once again, thinking about Mikaela spending a lot of time apart from her when she hadn’t before. Regan was probably being a bit overprotective and shouldn’t have thought anything of it5 but when you are a Hellcat like her you can’t help but think….
Regan: “Whatever. I need to stop being so fucking paranoid.”
It was time to shower up and get dressed, Regan took about half an hour to get in her jeans, ankle boots and a black halter top with her hair hanging down. She grabbed her things and started to make her way out of the arena. She grabs her roll away, walking down the hallway, she looks by catering and sees Mikaela standing there with Wyatt Lancaster talking, this catches her eyes. Both Amy and Wyatt were there today surprisingly to promote the New Horizon Foundation “Be Brave Conference” happening in a few weeks. The Hellcat stops dead in her tracks, turning and walking toward them instead….
Regan: “Hey… asshole! Get away from my sister.”
Wyatt turns his attention toward her, Mikaela’s eyes widen….
Wyatt: “What?”
Regan: “You heard me, get away from my sister!”
Mikaela: “Regan, it’s okay.”
Regan: “No, it’s not okay, you don’t have the right to harass my sister. Haven’t you and Amy done enough to this family? Seriously, you need to get a stepping, I mean it.”
Wyatt: “Regan, I understand you’re trying to protect your sister, I can appreciate that immensely, but Mikaela and I were only talking, nothing more.”
Regan gets right up to his face, Mikaela quickly tries to wedge herself between them, so nothing further escalates as Regan has no idea that Mikaela has been seeing Wyatt on the downlow in recent weeks….
Mikaela: “Okay…. Let’s cut this out. I was just talking to him about the conference, that is all. Chill out Regan, he didn’t do anything wrong.”
Regan: “How can you talk to this guy after what they have put me through, huh?”
Mikaela: “It was just conversation and nothing more, please, let’s not make a scene.”
Regan: “Or what?”
Wyatt: “I…… Amy.”
Regan’s eyes widen, she slowly turns around and sees Amy Chastaine standing there, it brings a smile to the Hellcat’s face, waiting for this moment to finally be face to face with Chastaine again after she felt Amy had been ducking her almost all of 2017. Wyatt and Mikaela know that this could turn into a volatile situation rather quickly….
Regan: “Look at here, who decided to show up, nice to see you Ames, how’s the leg?”
Amy: “Getting better. Can we talk like civilized women here and not be in each other’s faces?”
Regan: “Really? That’s rich coming from you Amy, it really is. After all the things you have said about me and my family, the little stunts like luring Jason away from us, causing a rift between him and I that almost split David and I apart? Not to mention you constantly ducking me every chance you had to not wrestle me again? Yet, you want to be civilized?”
Amy: “Wyatt take Mikaela to get a drink….”
Regan: “…. Over my dead fucking body.”
Amy sighs….
Amy: “I’d like to talk to your sister alone for a moment.”
Wyatt: “Is that a good idea?”
Mikaela: “Maybe we should stay here, Regan, come on, let’s go.”
Regan: “Nah, I’d love to hear what Amy has to say here.”
Mikaela: “Regan!?”
The Hellcat turns around and stares down her sister….
Regan: “Since when did you become chummy with these two?”
Mikaela: “Oh my God! Stop being such a bitch and let’s just go!”
Regan: “No, go with Wyatt, grab yourself a little soda and talk to him about Being Brave, maybe Kennedy will show up and give you a signed BAE Day t-shirt for your troubles.”
Mikaela: “Whatever.”
Mikaela turns and walks off, Amy nods at Wyatt who follows her as Regan and Amy come face to face….
Amy: “Can we talk?”
Regan: “Can we talk? I don’t know Ames, can we? Considering you’ve been pretty mouthy about me in recent months. You ducked me.”
Amy: “We both know I don’t make the rules, I don’t book the matches, matter of fact if it means anything, yes I regret not giving you another match with me. Things just didn’t pan out, the stars weren’t aligned, all that stuff. If I could go now, I would say let’s do it, I can’t. It happened but if it’s any consolation, you’re the toughest bitch I have ever wrestled in SCW.”
Regan: “It’s not. I don’t care about your pep talks and rah rah rah speeches. If you want to come back here and have the gall to talk to my sister? Then we have a problem.”
Amy: “Do we? What you did out there for your sister today shows how much you love her, that I cannot deny. You two are super close and while things are a bit tense with you and your brother….”
Regan cuts her off….
Regan: “Half-brother.”
Amy: “Okay, half-brother, we both know how passionate you are about this business, there is no denying that. One thing I didn’t know was about your past.”
Regan: “Amy, stop. My past doesn’t concern you, I’m not some lab rat or some guinea pig for your conference. If a bunch of weak and insecure women want to wear a purple heart, hold hands, sing Kumbaya and be a part of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, so be it. I made my own path, I recovered from my abuse, I made it my strength, my rage, my motivation to become who I am.”
Amy: “Yes, you have and when wrestling is over then what? What platform is going to give you that same satisfaction that you have now? What happens when you get to my age and start wondering what avenues I need to take to keep sane and not take it out on my kids, my husband and family?”
Regan: “I would never hurt my kids, I wasn’t a stumbling drunk, spreading my legs out like you.”
It has taken everything in Amy’s power to not go off on Regan, maybe even tackle her down but that is not why Amy was there and the last person she wanted to get into a fist fight with is Regan Street. Instead, Amy too it like a champ, she accepted Regan’s anger, she knew that all she needed was to allow The Hellcat to vent even if it meant taking a few insults….
Amy: “Are you done yet?”
Regan: “Oh I have a lot more.”
Amy: “I’m sure you do. I just want you to keep an open mind, that is all. What we had in the past, that’s the past, if you want to hate me, go for it but this conference, could be beneficial to you.”
Regan: “We are here face to face, I’m ready to take you down for being a cunt and you want to pitch to me about the Be Brave Conference? Let me fill you in on a little history Amy so that you could understand this better. I never needed anyone to help me, I did it all on my own. I ran away from home and almost died on the streets as a runaway, I was fucked up all because that life was better than going back home and watch my dad beat me unconscious in front of my little sister again. Where was my brother? Galivanting around the world killing his first wife in a car accident. I never needed some support group, where were these bitches when I was alone, barefoot in some alleyway, scared shitless if I was going to get robbed, raped or murdered on that specific night. You don’t get it Amy….”
Amy: “I didn’t have to be on the street to wonder if I was going to get raped or killed on any specific night, I had that worry in my own house. Don’t tell me what I don’t get. I had that same fear in my own home, we all deal with it differently. I finally had enough, I picked up Jaina and we left for New York, she was only two at the time, I didn’t have my own place to live for like a year. I get the struggles Regan, you’re not the only one but if this conference helps one person, just ONE then it was worth it. Ask Kennedy….”
Regan scoffs….
Amy: “What?”
Regan: “Kennedy has always been a wallflower Amy, she’s named a Diva for a reason, Kennedy never knew how to handle a broken nail let alone her brother.”
Amy: “That makes it okay? Because in the last year, Kennedy has become the strongest woman that I know. She’s special and this conference helped her. Look at Shaun Cruze and James Evans….”
Regan: “…. Stop Amy. You personally buried those two assholes to the public, sorry I’m not buying it.”
Amy: “And those two assholes have become ambassadors, look Regan, I don’t want to fight with you. Maybe there will be a match in the cards for us if I ever get the itch to come back and I am able to compete at 100%, right now that is unlikely but if I do, I promise you get your match. Please, come to the Conference.”
Amy decided to throw caution to the wind, why not invite Regan Street, it isn’t going to hurt and what’s the worse that could happen? She says no? Amy handed her a card, Regan stood there, both with their eyes locked at one another before Regan takes the card, looks at it for a moment, drops it on the ground and turns to leave….
Regan: “After what you have done to me and my family? Go fuck yourself.”
She slowly starts to walk away, Amy sighs and shakes her head before turning and leaving too. Regan glances over at catering and sees Mikaela and Wyatt talking, she looks back where Amy was, she was gone. Regan stands there for a moment contemplating, taking a deep breath and taking a few steps, picking up the card off the ground and putting it in her pocket, heading back to get her sister….
While Amy watched in the distance smiling.
BROKEN PROMISES
When it comes to wrestling, everything comes to a head. Mikaela and Regan both understood that when they chose to attack Dylan with his girlfriend, Samantha his once therapist for reasons that have yet to be fully explained in detail. Regan always has a reason for doing things, that was obvious from the very beginning. Mikaela was never on board at first, she was always there protecting and defending Dylan while Regan at times especially more toward the end was not, matter of fact, Regan was ignoring him, she was afraid that one day she could become like him and with her chemical imbalance which she takes medication for on occasion though all her loved one think that she does it regularly, it was a bit concerning and haunting to think that at some point she could end up like her brother. The Hellcat though had more rage than just her brother, her mother, Giselle always was poking, she even had an altercation with Regan, showing up at her house and claiming her daughter to be dead.
Regan wasn’t going to take that lightly.
Giselle believed that her son could do no wrong, that Dylan had an excuse, he was having a mental breakdown at one point and needed help from his sisters, for Regan though that was not the case, her mother had not clue what had happened when it came to Dylan and the things behind the scenes. Regan had a hatred for him that grew so violently and so fast that it was about to pour on Giselle….
A problem that Mikaela wanted to avoid but Regan couldn’t.
There was a collision course, the Hellcat was going to meet Dylan at Under Attack, that was a given already and it was set in stone, not because Regan wanted it, Dylan did. It was time to finally have the showdown with her mother, keeping her father at bay and not getting him involved, another trouble that she didn’t need, Regan didn’t care because after she was done with Dylan in the ring….
She was done with Giselle too.
LA Live Hotel
Los Angeles, CA.
10.15.18
Regan knew it had to happen, Giselle had no clue she was coming over. Mikaela came as well, more to protect Regan from herself than anything. Dylan was too concerned with his new love, his actions on Breakdown when he threw Kitty Litter on Regan and attacked her after she accidentally threw it in Mikaela’s face was the straw which broke the camel’s back for the Street sisters. Wearing jeans, peep toe pumps and a blue halter top, her toe nails polished a matte navy blue and hair hanging down. Mikaela wore jeans, white pumps and a white halter top, her nails polished white and long blonde hair hanging down….
Mikaela knocked on the door, she waited for it to be answered. It opens, Giselle is there in dress slacks, open toed heels and a purple blouse, her hair down and nails polished black. She looked a bit surprised, only seeing Mikaela…..
Giselle: “What are you doing here?”
Mikaela: “I came to talk to you mom about Dylan.”
Giselle: “We have nothing more to discuss, I saw what you and Regan did to him, he is your brother no matter how else you try to break it down, he has been there for you Mikaela when Regan decided to run away. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a conference call to get to and I….”
Before Giselle could finish her sentence, Regan suddenly appeared and pushed the door open, walking it….
Giselle: “How dare you! I will call security!”
Regan: “Remember how that worked the last time mom? I strangled you with the phone cord, let’s not visit that again. I didn’t come here to fight, I came here to talk with you.”
Giselle: “You and Mikaela? Came to talk to me after you assaulted my son, knowing everything that he has been through? Everything? I will give you that Regan, you have a lot of nerve, I thought that I made myself clear about our relationship moving forward.”
Regan: “You did, crystal clear mom, that doesn’t mean that I am still not going to call you mom or that I am your biological daughter. You can say whatever you want, it is duly noted, it’s not going to change anything between us, I came here to talk to you about Dylan and I think that maybe you should listen instead of acting like a raging bitch.”
Giselle: “Coming from you? That’s hypocritical, Regan.”
Mikaela tries to ease up the tension some, she goes over to Regan and tries to calm her down, the older sibling nods and sits down while Giselle is still all worked up…..
Mikaela: “Mom, can you just please sit down? I know that you think this is all some sort of slide on you or something, but it is not. We need to explain why we are doing this and until you do, this will continue. We know you think that Dylan is perfect, he isn’t. There are a lot of reasons why this is happening mom and Regan and I are willing to explain it.”
Giselle: “I don’t want your explanations, Mikaela. I don’t need reasons as to why you attacked my son, okay? What you did to him was uncalled for and you’re lucky I didn’t press him to file assault charges on either of you.”
Regan: “It was in the ring, if his little girlfriend wants to come and hang out with the big girls, that’s what happens. You are so caught up with the fact that we attacked Dylan, you can’t stop for one second and understanding the reasoning behind it, can you? Have you ever stopped for one second and looked back the last four years and seen what he has done with his life? His career? He has become a buffoon.”
Giselle: “No, he is my son!”
Regan: “Who is a buffoon!”
Mikaela: “Stop! Let’s just stop right here for a moment and think about this. He’s attacked us too, mom. He has made it very difficult for us to take care of him. After he and Jessica split, it was over. He lost his mind and how do you think we felt about that? Huh? It hurt us more than you will know. He stuck a gun to Regan’s head and became suicidal, if it wasn’t for us two, he would have been dead, maybe even Regan for all we know, Jessica and the kids? You don’t see that part of it mom because you don’t want to listen, you just see what is right in front of you and it is smoke and mirrors. You think Dylan is okay?”
Giselle doesn’t respond, Regan sits up and brushes her hair back….
Regan: “Dylan is sick. He started fucking his therapist for crying out loud. Why can’t you see past this, huh? He belongs in a mental institution! Why do you think I attacked him? Why I put him down with that unprofessional, sicko, Dr. Samantha whatever her last name is? I am going to take him out of the SCW, I plan to end his career, I want you to look at me mother when I tell you this because it is the most serious I have ever been about anything in my life. It is for his benefit, his well-being, he needs to get out of wrestling and from the front of the camera. I don’t care if you disagree with me or not, you and I both know that he doesn’t belong there after everything he’s done.”
Mikaela: “Mom, he married a title, how crazy is that? We were forced to be bridesmaids, I mean seriously, how much more pathetic does that get, huh? Pretty bad if you ask me.”
Giselle: “What happened to you Mikaela? I get Regan, I wouldn’t expect anything less from her but you? If I recall, you used to support your brother, always took care of him, he even stayed with you when the injury happened to him off that cage thingy. He told me you took care of him the whole time, why now?”
Mikaela lowers her head and sighs….
Regan: “Simple, mom. Mikaela was tired of always carrying the load. What ahs he done for us? For you? All he does now is use the excuse of his mental instability to give him reasoning and get away with it. This Therapist of his was supposed to help him, she was going to be the one to bring him back to reality and instead we just have another Harley Quinn and Joker scenario. He needs to be institutionalized and this bitch is trying to smooch off his name and popularity. Are Miks and I standing by, allowing it to happen in front of our eyes? No. You can judge me mom all you want, if you want to disown me, go ahead you were never much of a mother to begin with so no skin off my back. If you think that will change anything, it won’t. Mikaela and I came here as a courtesy to tell you that this is not going away, matter of fact, I will make sure that he never wrestles again if I have to.”
Giselle: “You wouldn’t dare!”
Regan: “I would. Or the other simple solution, tell him to walk away after Under Attack or he will never be our brother again. HE much like YOU will be dead to US. I wish it was that simple, it’s not. He has put us through a miserable hell that frankly we’re sick of. Did you see him throw litter on me? No, you only see what you want to see, never what is really out there. What bothers me most about all of this? You think we actually want to do this, we don’t, we HAVE TO do it.”
Regan stands up and sighs, she grabs her things and walks up to her mom….
Regan: “You may hate me, and I hate you for what you let dad do but at the end of the day you’re still my mother. You brought us into this world, I realize that. I don’t hate Dylan, I pity him, and I know when enough is simply enough. Mikaela reached her breaking point, I have reached my breaking point. This isn’t just a match or a fight, this is much more than that, I’m looking to hurt him, badly and this is your one chance to give me a reason not to.”
Giselle: “He’s your brother.”
Regan: “Not good enough.”
The Hellcat nods at Mikaela, she follows Regan out the door leaving Giselle standing there in silence, wondering if what her daughters are telling her is accurate and maybe they do have a point. Regan and Mikaela leave and get in the car, Mikaela decides to drive this time, Regan sits looking out the window, thinking about the conversation she just had with her mother and what impact will that hold at Under Attack…..
Her memories at times make her smile….
University of Central Florida
Eight Years Ago
Orlando, FL.
After finally graduating College, Regan Street is met by her half-brother, Dylan Howell. He was there with Mikaela, Trinity and Kennedy. Her parents did not attend. Trinity’s only caveat to her training Regan to be a Wrestler was for her to attend college first, once she did her guardian and older cousin promised that she would prepare her for the ring if that is exactly what she wanted….
For Regan it was.
Having so much built up anger and rage, hiding it well at the time, it was a nice platform, an avenue for her to be able to practice the craft and channel all that she had been through to succeed. Dylan went up to her first giving her a hug and lifting her up, spinning his little sister around so proud of her…
Dylan: “You did it and to think just five years ago you were a runaway and no one knew what was going to happen. I’m so damn proud of you.”
Regan: “Thanks big bro. I did it Lexi.”
Trinity smiled and clapped, slowly walking up to her and embracing tightly….
Trinity: “I knew you could do it, we Are all so proud of you love, to think what you’ve been through the last few years to this and the best part, you never argued never told me any different, instead you accepted the plan, graduate and if you still want? You can be a wrestler.”
Regan: “I do.”
Mikaela: “You’ll be so bad ass.”
Regan: “Damn right I will be.”
Dylan: “Do you guys think I can talk to her for a second?”
Trinity: “Go ahead, we’ll be over there.”
Dylan: “Thank you. Miks, I need you too.”
Mikaela shrugs her shoulders and joins him and Regan who is in her black gown, gold sash and open toed heels, her nails polished black and long blonde hair hanging down, holding her diploma…
Regan: “What’s up big bro?”
Dylan: “I want you to think long and hard about this before you decide to join wrestling. I know that it has become the family tradition in the past few years, that doesn’t mean you have to do it. Graduating college is a huge step for you Regan, a degree in Sports Medicine is pretty impressive. Maybe you should explore all your options before jumping into wrestling.”
Regan: “Why?”
Mikaela: “You know she’s been wanting to do this for a while bro.”
Dylan: “I know she has, maybe there was part of me that was hoping she would enjoy college so much that she would go ahead and stick with the Sports Medicine field.”
Regan: “Dylan, why all of a sudden are you against this? You do it, you love wrestling. I want to try as well. It’s my chance. Maybe Mikaela’s some day too. Trinity will take care of me, she will make sure that I am well prepared before I ever step foot in a ring. Don’t you trust me?”
Dylan nods quickly….
Dylan: “God, of course I trust you with my life, both of you. You two are my sisters, I will always be there for you two, I made you the promise the day you went to Trinity’s. I am just concerned, I am looking out for your best interests. This business, it changes people, you have to be careful, I don’t want that to corrupt you, I want my sisters to be who they are.”
Regan: “What about you?”
Dylan: “It changes people, Regs. It changed me. See, I have no doubt that you could become the greatest wrestler on the planet, by far. That was never in question. I want you to make the right decisions based on you, not everyone else.”
Regan: “I have wanted to wrestle since the first day I walked into Trinity’s little trophy room and saw the pictures of the titles she had won, the moments she claimed, I want to make a difference Dylan, I want to go out there and be someone that people remember.”
Dylan: “Remember? How?”
Regan: “Being the best, being a woman that can go out there and take no shit. Hardworking, caring, dedicated, that’s always been me. I need this Dylan, I hope you understand. If it doesn’t work out, I have a fall back plan.”
Dylan: “What about your music?”
Regan looks away, she shakes her head as Mikaela quickly intervenes….
Mikaela: “She doesn’t play anymore Dylan, she stopped that a long time ago.”
The young Street gestures to Dylan to drop it, waving her hand across her neck, he gets the message and stops…
Dylan: “Regan, you really want to wrestle?”
Regan: “Yeah, I do. I want you to be with us too. I don’t want to do this alone Dylan, I can’t think of anything that I rather not do than for you to be with me. Mikaela too when she is ready. We made a pact to have each other’s backs to the end, that will never change, I want you to support me on this Dylan, it means the world. I need you and Miks or I can’t do it alone.”
Dylan: “You can do it alone Regan, but you won’t have to. I will always be there for you no matter what, you know that. This is our family, we stick together through the good times and the bad, that is a foregone conclusion. I’m just so happy for you Regan and we are going to celebrate for years to come.”
Regan: “Promise?”
Dylan: “Promise.”
Mikaela: “Pinky Swear?”
Dylan smiles…..
Dylan: “Pinky swear.”
Mikala, Dylan and Regan all pinky swear before embracing in a group hug. Trinity looks on from a afar and smirks, happy that everything is working out as planned, all that was next?
Training a Hellcat.
Present Time
Regan looks away from Mikaela, thinking back to the time they all promised each other that all three would stay together. Her eyes start to tear up a little, one trickle falls down her cheek. It was a painful reminder of how things can change so quickly for a man that she trusted, admired, loved and most of all respected. He is not that man anymore and that’s what makes it so much harder now. Mikaela knows how hard this has hit Regan, it’s been a few years now since she has started to distance herself from Dylan where for Mikaela, taking a long time to realize It wasn’t going to change. Dylan was too far gone now, not even taking into consideration the stages he had gone through to get to a place where everything the three had built came crumbling down.
There is no forgiveness, Regan understands that for it doesn’t matter now, it’s come to the point of no return and one thing is for sure…
That promise is broken.
EPILOGUE: THE PURPLE HEART OF PAIN
It wasn’t but a few weeks ago when Amy Chastaine started her New Horizon Foundation to stop Domestic Violence and Abuse, a charity and a conference that has reached out to so many women and even men alike. Regan Street was a victim of violence, it is no secret that her father beat her on several occasions, even once so bad he laid her out unconscious at sixteen years old and Mikaela thought she was dead. After that, Regan ran away, she left to stay with Trinity where she trained to become a professional wrestler. For years after that Regan carried a burden and when she met up with Amy and friends at Fatal Fortunes, the conversation had taken an unexpected turn. What Regan was not aware about was the budding relation that was going on between Amy’s husband, Wyatt and her own sister Mikaela.
If she found out, it may push Regan over the edge.
Amy though had reached out to Regan after she mentioned something on Twitter about abuse. It was a surreal moment when backstage it was Amy that invited her to the conference after hearing about Regan’s abuse from when she was a kid. The lines were blurred, this time no matter the hatred or the history, the two ladies were face to face and nothing positive could come out of it….
Or could it?
Regan walked away instead of punching Amy in the face, that only was worthy to look at as a positive. So what was next, the conference and Mikaela expressing her desire to attend not just for Violence and Abuse, for Wyatt Lancaster. Regan had no clue, though she did start to get curious as to Mikaela’s activities recently which she felt were a bit odd. Regan though believed in her sister, she didn’t think much of it only than Miks being Miks. Regan was against attending in New Orleans, she hated the city, always either getting drunk and in trouble or it just had that constant smell of sewage, either way Regan had told Mikaela she wasn’t going to go….
That was until plans changed and she ended up going anyway.
Be Brave Conference
New Orleans
10.18.18
Regan Street was sitting in her hotel room, ready to surprise and attend, she didn’t want anyone to know that she was there. The only person that was with her was Jennifer Helms, her daughter. The SPIRIT Champion of EMERGE had recently won a title and was with her mom as she didn’t want her to go alone and had nothing modeling wise that week. Jenifer was in jeans, peep toe pumps and a black halter top, her hair slicked back in a high ponytail, nails polished a baby pink. Regan sat on the bed, she had on jeans, open toed heels and a black open back halter top sleeveless, her toe nails polished a matte navy blue and hair down, she obviously looked a bit conflicted in Jenni’s eyes ….
Jennifer: “Are you okay, mom?”
Regan: “Yeah, part of me is wondering why I am even here. Maybe it was something that Amy said, I don’t know. I can’t stand the bitch, yet she has this way of finding my right buttons to push which pisses me off but whatever. You didn’t have to come, you know?”
Jennifer: “It was either that or go to St. Bart’s. Since I know this weekend is huge and tense for you and Aunt Miks. Besides, sucks she couldn’t be here.”
Regan: “She’ll meet up with us tomorrow.”
Jennifer: “I wanted to be here to support you like you’ve done me.”
Regan: “Thanks kiddo. I’m even more paranoid now that AJ was hurt, I care about you two and want nothing to happen but between Sienna’s mood swings and condescending attitude lately toward AJ’s challenge and injury and just everything happening in general with this Datura bitch running her mouth and Dylan, I have to stay focused and deal with one thing at a time, just one. I take no pleasure in fighting Dylan, but this has been brewing for a long time, I just want him gone from the SCW for good.”
Jennifer: “What about the repercussions? One day you will look back at this and wonder if you did the right things. I don’t want you or Mikaela to have regrets. I live with them all the time concerning Becca. Fighting with family is tough. Do you ever wish that you, Kennedy, Kelcey and Trinity were all on the same page?”
Regan hesitated to answer that question for a moment before sitting down next to Jennifer, she took a moment to answer the question….
Regan: “Yeah, I do. I miss them, I wish that I could put the differences aside and just let everything roll off my back but it’s hard, Jennifer. There is a lot of history there. I hated fighting Trinity, it was the worse moment of my life. I hated wrestling Kelcey and being such a bitch to her though she returned the favor. I knocked Kennedy out once and won the Number One Contendership to the World Championship when she was “Keenie”. I look back at those moments and they don’t bring me joy or pride. They bring me pain. One day, I always wanted to have like an Elimination Match where on one side it was me, Trinity, Kennedy, Kelcey and Mikaela. That will never happen now but it’s worth thinking about it.”
Jennifer takes Regan’s hand….
Jennifer: “It can still happen, mom. Kennedy and Trinity are still around.”
Regan: “It’s not that easy kiddo. Look, I need to take baby steps here, I think so far, I have done well. Give me a break.”
Jennifer: “Of course mom, I’m proud of you either way. I just worry about you, I can see that since Rise to Greatness it’s been tough considering you defeated Selena Frost and she is getting all the attention.”
Regan: “Yeah, yet those that do nothing like Ravyn or even Cassidy are being talked about for World and Adrenaline title shots? I figure if I just keep quiet and become complacent, I’ll get a shot sooner or later. I’m stuck right now considering who holds the belts, conflict of interests so to speak, right?”
Jennifer: “Right.”
Regan stands up and walks over to the mirror, checking her makeup, she grabs a stylish hat and sunglasses, a jacket as well, Jennifer giggles….
Jennifer: “Really?”
Regan: “I need to go incognito to this conference. I don’t want anyone to know I came. Call it curiosity and I know, it killed the cat. I must admit, Kennedy has changed, she has been a tough bitch, strong willed, almost unstoppable in the ring. She always credits Amy for that. Now, I’m not saying I am looking for Amy to help me, not at all, I don’t need her help, it’s more I’m intrigued at what they talk about, what they are doing and recently with everything going on to Rachel and Josh, his little speech to me that the games are over, now moving on though I think he’s already fucking someone else on the roster, I need a little bit of clarity. The abuse does affect many senses, I could have fallen into the trap, luckily, I did not. Jennifer, I always said do as I say, not as I do. I mean that; make your own path, don’t follow in my footsteps. Don’t make the mistakes Owen Cruze is making.”
Jennifer: “I won’t, promise.”
Regan: “Okay, good, how do I look?”
Jennifer: “You look stealthy.”
Regan: “I like that. Alright, are you sure you don’t want to come?”
Jennifer: “No, I’m fine mom, seriously. If they see me, they will surely know that you are there.”
Regan: “Yeah, true. What are you going to do?”
Jennifer: “I’m going to meet Christian on Bourbon Street. Kelcey is here so she brought him too.”
Regan: “Don’t….”
Jennifer: “…. I know, don’t tell him you’re here, promise.”
Regan smiles and leans in, kissing her daughter on the cheek before grabbing her purse and walking out. Jennifer sighs, she understands that Regan is trying her best to at least be open minded and normally she would be totally against any of this but figures that Regan has tried outside of the ring to be a better mother and person though she will not allow anyone in.
Thirty Minutes Later
Regan Street has one thing on her mind, Dylan Howell. It will be a very emotional match for the both of them, she has seen what he has been posting on Twitter, she remembers the kitty liter attack, even Jason Helms made fun of her which she will look to kick him in the balls at some point. Regan still didn’t know why she had attended the conference, her family was there, Simon Lyman, James Evans, so many other superstars besides the thousands of abused women and men that wanted to share their stories, a touching moment that literally made Regan’s eyes roll.
She walks in, surpassing the registration booth and just grabbing a random badge from the table while no one was looking. Regan made her way toward the back of the stage, in the front, so many gathered, sharing their stories, their most deep thoughts and even secrets. Regan wasn’t about to get caught, so she walked toward the back of the stage where she stopped, hiding behind the curtain when she sees Amy Chastaine and Wyatt Lancaster talking. Regan turns the corner and talks when another person approaches them, she can’t tell from the distance until she removes her cap and it’s Mikaela, her younger sister dressed in a light purple suit, white pumps and blouse, Regan’s eyes widen….
Amy: “I’m so glad you could make it.”
Mikaela: “Thanks for inviting me, I would have came anyway knowing Wyatt would be here.”
Amy: “Well, like we talked about, everything is in the open between us, no secrets. I admit I was skeptical at first, but you’re a sweet girl. I just hope that Regan one day can understand, for both of our sakes. Do you know if she came?”
Mikaela: “Doubt it, I think she and Jennifer were taking a trip somewhere. She wouldn’t come to this, no way, unfortunately her hatred for you guys far exceeds anything that we can share right now anyway.”
Amy: “A shame really. I was hoping she would come, listen to the speakers. Oh well, can’t win them all, I’m about to start, you guys can hang out back here, I just think you two should keep out of public sight, agreed?”
Mikaela nods….
Wyatt: “Agreed.”
Regan continues to look on, now the sunglasses are off, her green eyes narrowing not believing what she is seeing right now. Regan tries to do the hardest thing she has ever done, try to keep her cool in this situation….
Wyatt: “I’m glad you came.”
Mikaela: “Me too, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. About the other week, that’s my sister, she is really over-protective of me and tend to blow up over things. I hope that didn’t deter you in any way of what is happening here.”
Wyatt: “Not at all, it’s nice to have an older sibling who watches out for their younger. I know all about being that protective older sibling. Regan loves you, we all know that. Hopefully one day she’ll come around. We won’t be able to keep this under wraps forever, just like Amy and Jason couldn’t.”
Mikaela: “I know, I hate sneaking around like this, I need to start trusting her more but when her emotions kick in and she loses control? There is not much else any of us can do to stop her. When the time is right, she will know, I promise.”
Wyatt: “I know you will tell her eventually. Well, the conference is starting, we should head out there… separately. Gotta keep up appearances.”
Mikaela: “I know, I hate that.”
Mikaela and Wyatt lean in, they start to kiss passionately when Regan’s heart almost falls to the ground, her feet go numb, her hands get cold, she can’t believe what is being witnessed right now, her little sister making out with Amy Chastaine’s husband. Her first instinct is to clench her fists, storming right up to them and ending this before it gets any further, just them Wyatt embraces Mikaela, they kiss some more before finally stopping and their foreheads leans against one another….
Wyatt: “Come on, let’s go.”
Mikaela: “After you, Mr. Lancaster.”
Wyatt: “No, after you, Ms. Street.”
Mikaela smiles and walks out the side toward the main floor of the conference, Wyatt follows a few seconds later. Regan comes around the corner and stands there stunned, seething in anger at what she saw. Instead of making a scene she decides it is best to leave. Walking out she can hear Amy start her speech of the Be Brave Conference…..
Regan stops for a second, she takes a deep breath and shakes her head, exiting the back door, once outside she lets out a blood curdling scream.
SCENE FADES
“There is hardly a time that I am speechless, well, this is one of those times. For the last month or so my sister has been ducking out of hanging with me after the matches, it all started on RTG XV night. I was a little surprised because of the close relationship we have. You know? Here’s the thing, before I even talk about Mikaela, I get where Amy Chastaine is coming from, sure I rather kick her in the stomach, punching her in the face and claw her eyes out to show what I think of this violence month, I do get it though, I understand what she is trying to do, to help others especially the weak bitches that can’t defend themselves so they need the Ya-Ya Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants to comfort and tell them all that everything is going to be alright.
I don’t need it and I never had.
Whether Amy and Kennedy, so many others can relate when it comes to physical abuse especially by someone that you trust, it takes its toll but I handled it MY way. I don’t care what they think of me, I know that Amy Chastaine is not being genuine, she hates my guts much as I hate hers so for me to even expect her to reach out and try to play the part?
Was an epic fail.
The only reason I even went to that stupid conference was to see just how it worked, if this was a sham like her marriage, like everything else she had done. Damn it, all I want is one match with her in the ring and maybe I wouldn’t hate her so much. Then again, I may hate her more. I watched her, I saw what she had to say and when I did? I saw my sister with HIM. I can’t speculate, I won’t, I refuse but it is one of those instances where I can’t approach her yet about it, I don’t want to jump the gun until I know for a fact and if it is true?
What the fuck do I do?
I feel like at times I am losing everyone around me to these pretentious cunts, they buy into their bullshit and who’s left standing there wondering where did everything go wrong? Me, that’s who. It bothers me to no end, I warned her about CHBK, she didn’t listen. I told her not to trust him, she did. She self-mutilated for Christ’s sakes after Alex broke her heart and since then Mikaela has just been casually dating here and there, nothing special…. Nothing special, until now!?
Maybe I am overreacting, I don’t think I am. I love my sister, I love my family, contrary to popular belief, I want what is best for all of them, I care about my family, I will fight to the end and for some reason why do I feel like this battle is a losing one?
I won’t lose my sister…..
No fucking way.”
MEOW BITCHES
CRY LITTLE SISTER
The Scene Opens….
Liberty Park is a popular public urban park in Salt Lake City, Utah. It is the city’s second-largest public park, at 80 acres, being surpassed only by Sugarhouse Park which has 110.5 acres. The park features a pond with two islands and is also the location of Tracy Aviary. The park is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and it includes the Isaac Chase Mill, which is also NRHP-listed.
Tracy Aviary is located on 8 acres of land in Liberty Park. A Salt Lake City banker Russell Lord Tracy founded Tracy Aviary when he donated his private bird collection to Salt Lake City and its children. Open to the public since 1938, Tracy Aviary maintains a collection of approximately 400 birds representing about 135 species. Several of those bird species participate in their Species Survival Plan. The SSP is a breeding program that promotes genetic diversity in the captive animal populations. The Tracy Aviary is also an AZA accredited facility, and it is one of two true aviaries in the nation.
In 1860 the land became the property of Brigham Young, who planted varieties of mulberry, cottonwood and other trees. In pioneer days it was known as Mill Farm, Forest Park and Locust Patch. In 1881, Salt Lake City purchased the land from the Young estate. Also, in 1881 the city held a public competition for the park’s landscape design. Joseph Don Carlos Young, Utah’s first academically trained architect and a son of Brigham Young, won the competition which included a $100 premium. On June 17, 1882 the 80 acres rectangular parcel was introduced as a recreational area and officially named Liberty Park.
A city zoo once operated within the park but was relocated and became the Hogle Zoo in 1931. In 1938 the Tracy Aviary opened. Here is where we find Regan Street, the Hellcat of the SCW accompanied by her sister, Mikaela. Regan since RTG XV has been a ticking time bomb, after defeating Selena Frost for the last time and putting the stamp on their feud, Regan found herself in murky waters. A match with Owen Cruze was a bit eye-opening, she was stuck dealing with her half-brother, Dylan Howell, things just didn’t seem to go the way The hellcat expected yet Selena was getting all this praise and talk about title opportunities….
Regan was ready to explode like a caged animal.
A match with CHBK at Fatal Fortunes though helped and seeing what it did for Mikaela also helped though the secret she has right now, trying to process what she saw with her sister is a different story in its entirety. Wearing jeans, sneakers, a black pull over hoodie and tee, her hair hanging out of a ball cap and nails polished a matte black, the Hellcat looks into the camera as Mikaela who is in jeans, sneakers and a Sweater nods …..
REC:
Regan takes a second, she paces a little around the park before speaking into the camera…
“I needed a place to film this where it was a bit quiet and I could feel some calmness and serenity before I speak to my half-brother and do the hardest thing I have ever had to in my life and that is end his career. I know most of you don’t think highly of me, I’m the biggest cunt in wrestling, a manipulator, a woman who likes to twist the truths that are laid out in front of me. I have never been anything but honest with every single one of you, it’s why you despise me, we live in a world where honesty isn’t the best policy, it’s warped into opinions and no one ever takes the other serious, so embroiled in their own agenda, they don’t stop to see what is going on in front of them. All your Main Event stars like Syren, Selena Frost, Kennedy Street, Giovanni Aries, Ace Marshall, Sienna Swann and the list goes on and on have learned to some extent how to make it work for them, creating this little fantastical bubble and justifying who they are.
Not me.
I have not changed since the first day I walked through those SCW doors, I go about my business, I do what I can when I can and to hell with the rest. If you don’t like it, I have never cared and maybe that has gotten me into trouble before, maybe I find myself thinking what could have been or what could be?
No, not even close.
Everything that has happened to this day, I wouldn’t change, it made me the Hellcat I am. I have been so focused on Dylan Howell at Under Attack that I have not been myself lately. I have watched this Datura run my family’s name into the mud making threat after threat. I stayed quiet because of my son, AJ. This was supposed to be his match and then he would go on to try and become a world Champion against Sienna Swann, my best friend. Things have been weird lately there, yet I didn’t let it bother me. AJ would kick this Datura’s ass and then go on to face Sienna, an injury prevented that and now he’s on the sidelines for who knows how long and yet….
Datura keeps running her mouth.
I won’t put any weight on Alexis Quinne here, I personally don’t think she can get the job done, so I am telling you right now Datura, keep running your mouth about my family? And I will shove my fist so far down your throat my fingers will come out of that big asshole of yours.
Now that’s out of the way, this is about one thing and it’s you Dylan Howell. Hello brother, why didn’t you just leave after Mikaela and I gave you a message? Why didn’t you just pack your shit and go, take your Therapist girlfriend with you and escape, don’t look back, don’t turn around, don’t look back, head off somewhere, retire, become whatever it is you want out of life which we all know it’s nothing. I gave you that chance Dylan, I gave you the opportunity to simply walk and let that be a lesson. Instead you wanted to get cute, suddenly you grew a set, the tough guy that should have been there protecting Mikaela and I, the man we knew existed in there somewhere wanted to be unleashed but not to help your sisters, to attack them? What part of the promises that we made to each other did you not follow?
Maybe you need some clarity.
Do you know why I attacked you? Why Mikaela decided that it was in her best interest too by showing that what you were doing was NOT okay anymore? How long has it been Dylan? Huh? When was the last time you were ACTUALLY a brother to Miks and I? You were supposed to be our rock, you made us to pinky swear a long time ago, there was a pact here and you fucking broke it when you became WEAK and allowed some two-bit tramp like Jessica to break you after you screwed up. Instead of being a man about it, you became a mouse, broke down like a little bitch when it was YOU that was supposed to be the strongest of us. Here I am getting beat up by my pops, I became someone, I didn’t allow it to break me, did I Dylan? Instead it made me stronger, it gave me a purpose, I am that woman now because of my experiences, the tragedy, my pain….
You became yours.”
Regan looks away for a moment, she takes a deep breath and runs her fingers through her hair. Mikaela knows how hard this is for Regan, it has been a tough road for both of them especially with everything they have had to deal with concerning Dylan and his behavior the last few years. The Hellcat understands that she can’t lose to Dylan, she needs to put him away permanently and be done with it. Mikaela and Regan are well aware of what has to be done. She turns back to the camera and speaks….
“Am I wrong Dylan? Weren’t you supposed to be the strength of our group? My mentor? The man that I could look up too and trust, never have to worry if you were there for me or not? Newsflash, you never were there Dylan. From the moment Jessica and the kids left you and even before that with your first wife how she tragically dies in a car accident that was your fault, you could have easily used those moments to make you impervious, to feel emotion and at the same time turn these negative aspects in your life to become a role model for Mikaela and I. Jesus, Dylan, she is your little sister that worshipped the ground you walked on and instead you stooped as low to make her hand feed you and wipe your dirty ass for the hair lip invalid you had become. When did this become about us catering to your needs Dylan? When did this turn into some freak show where you were running for President and thinking that the entire SCW was buying it when they thought you were just another fool?
Was this okay?
When we were younger and the day you told me that you’d always had my back, when I was beaten half to death, where were you man? Nowhere to be seen. When I came to visit you after the Jessica break-up, you were sitting there with a fucking gun and pointed it right at me, why Dylan? What were you going to do with it? Shoot me? Shoot Jessica? Your kids? Is this what you had become? You spiraled out of control and that scared the hell out of me Dylan, I tried to keep my distance, I didn’t want to be around you, that day changed me, it changed the way I looked at you because at that moment I knew that my brother was gone.
Thing was, I still had hoped, something inside me said that you were worth saving even if you threatened the lives of me and Mikaela, your own flesh and blood. No, you only kept getting progressively worse, I was starting to lose faith by the day, Mikaela though? She still believed in you, I didn’t want to become you Dylan, I was afraid that I would, I wanted nothing to do with you and when this whole shit happened with the Adrenaline Championship, the obsession, this love affair which to this day I don’t know if it was fabricated or not, bothered and embarrassed me to no end. I’m here, a World Champion wrestler and here you are marrying a fucking title?
Giving it a name, stealing and treating it like it was alive!?
What the hell happened to my brother. Can you even fathom just how much pain and anguish you put us through Dylan? The shit that we had to deal concerning mom and the time you decided to move to New Orleans? No, you don’t, because in your own little world, Addy was your wife and nothing else mattered, not even US. Can you imagine the hopelessness we felt? The fact that my kids will NEVER interact with their uncle Dylan because he’s a crazy fuck who stages weddings with titles? The recklessness you had toward Andrew Raynes, I could go on and on about it all Dylan and it’s just a waste on my breath. I want my kids to know their uncle, I want Jay to experience time with you, I want Jen and AJ to be able to get to know the Dylan Howell that was my brother but I know that will never happen again…..
You are too far gone.
What did you expect me to do Dylan? Be there to serve you hand and foot? Drop my family, my life that I have created due to this sport to take care of you like Mikaela did? Spending half her time making sure you were fed and taken care of while injured or displaced? That’s the part you forget Dylan, the chapter in the story where Mikaela and I did for you what you couldn’t….
Take care of ourselves.
And with that, instead of just graciously bowing out, taking the goddamn bull by the horns and admitting there isn’t a place in this world of the SCW for you anymore. You were going to retire, finally leave and try to get better but you couldn’t go like that….
No Dylan, I needed you to understand….
And so, I sent you the message and dropped Dr. Sam on her head for one reason….
You, Dylan.”
Biting down on her jaw, nostrils flaring a little, the Hellcat looks intent right in the camera. She is obviously extreme angry and at the same time disappointed in what Dylan had become. Regan can see that it’s hard on Mikaela too. She wants to say something but elects to keep quiet and allow Regan to speak. The Hellcat turns back to the camera and starts to talk……
“Dr. Sam huh? Wasn’t she supposed to cure you? Isn’t she supposed to be a professional that is there to make you better? You can make all the excuses you want Doc, the bottom line is you took advantage of my brother in a weakened state and THAT is why I dropped you face first, you are not a Doctor, you are a predator and while Dylan may think you’re there to help him out and make him feel all kinds of better, the only thing you are doing bitch is going against everything that you pledged as a medical professional and taken my brother for everything he has.
Dylan, I was only trying to protect you.
This was my only way to get through your thick skull that woman was not the right person for you. Instead what did you do Dylan? You chose a COMPLETE stranger over Mikaela and I? The same two sisters who have had to watch over you the last few years like a big man baby not named Konrad Raab!? How easily we forget your sisters, the sacrifices we have made, the family and friends we have lost, the torture you put us through all so you could have your little getaway with the Doc and forget that we even existed!?
It didn’t end there though did it, Dylan?
You could have stopped and listened as to why we did that to you and the Doc but instead all you could think about was yourself!? Suddenly it became your mission to come and challenge me? You know what> either that Doc cunt is whispering shit in your ear or this entire time it was all about jealousy for you never were going to be half the person and wrestler I am….
That’s right I AM the best in the world like you have tweeted constantly and instead of being respectful and understanding that all of this could have been avoided, all you had to do was leave? LEAVE Dylan but nope, you had to embarrass and humiliate Mikaela and I with Kitty litter? I hope that fell good Dylan, I want you to feel like a fucking man now. Show the world and the SCW you are that swell guy who has spit in the face of the two women that have kept him alive and out of a grave for the last four years!
You know what, Dylan?
I should have just let you pull the trigger that night at your house and saved me, and Mikaela ALL of this drama.”
Mikaela’s eyes widen, Regan shakes her head and steps away clearly angry and upset. Mikaela decides to step in really fast in front of the camera. Regan quickly turns and sees her sister speaking…..
“Dylan, I don’t know you anymore. I tried, I really did. I took care of you, I made sure that you were fed, bathed and took your meds but what I saw a few Breakdown’s ago? Was not my brother. You have become a caricature, a shell of the man we used to be proud to call brother. See, Dylan, I don’t have a brother anymore. That man in the ring that threw litter in Regan’s face, who mocked us? That’s not the man who eight years ago made a pact with the two of us that we would stand together, united. I remember when you told Regan that this business would change her, you were wrong Dylan….
It changed you.
Regan and I have always done one thing, survive, none of that ahs ever been different, Regan and I will never do anything out of character, we stick to our guns and that meant helping you, it was our honor and privilege to call you brother, you made us proud, you were OUR hero, Dylan! I thought you could do no wrong, Regan wanted to be just like you and it didn’t take long for us to realize that we were nothing like you, Dylan….
We were better.
We were better at everything we did and there was no one that could tell us different. You failed us Dylan, this family has been broken apart because of you and after Regan is done with you at Under Attack? You can go to hell far as I’m concerned!”
Mikaela steps back, Regan a bit stunned by her response. The Hellcat take a second to process everything that has just happened. She walks back up to the camera, turns one more time to check on her sister who nods, signaling she is okay. Regan’s attention is focused on the camera once again…..
“I’ll be honest here Dylan, I actually felt bad after what I did to you, not Doc Sam, she deserved it. Maybe I had jumped the gun, maybe I was a bit overzealous or just being stupid. Mikaela and I talked about it, I even cried thinking about this match, what it meant to the three of us and what will happen moving forward.
Nothing.
See, this is OVER Dylan. After I beat the ever-living shit out of you at Under Attack, you are DEAD to me. you are DEAD to Mikaela and the only person you blame for all of this Dylan is YOU. I loved you so much, you were my brother, my inspiration and to this day I will never forget the times we had before you became a weak and decrepit fool! We were supposed to stand together as ONE and instead you chose a total stranger after everything we had to put on hold in our lives to care for your shenanigans and games!? That is why the easy way out was offered to you and instead you didn’t take it!? So now, you go out MY WAY. Damn it, Dylan…..
Damn you for forcing me to end your career.
There is no other way out of this Dylan, there is no story book ending for you and the Doctor, that much I can tell you. Instead I want you to look into the faces of your family, the sisters you once so proudly claim and now lied to, yes you lied to us, you broke those promises and swears and basically condoned everything that my father and mother did to me. I’m glad you’re happy, the king with his empire of dirt, stand with your crown of thorns you son of a bitch…..
For Brother, just remember before I drive your skull into the mat and end your career with a CATastrophe that I loved you more than anything on this planet….
And you broke our hearts.
Dylan?”
She lowers her head for a second before slowly raising it back up, her green eyes deep read and narrowing, fists clenched…..
“You told me something once a long time ago…..
That our bond can never break.
With the cracking of your skull and that of the Docs?
Consider it broken.”
Her lips quiver before she slips out….
“Meow Bitches.”
She steps back, standing side by side with Mikaela staring into the camera. She has not told her what she had seen in New Orleans and right now wasn’t the time. Instead they brace in unity to do what they thought would never happen….
Destroy their own brother.
FADE TO BLACK
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Regan Street 