“I could hear it ringing in my ears like the death march at my funeral. “Dead Flag Blues”, a song that I will forever hate for long as I live. I lost all control of my limbs, including consciousness, the pain in my hand started to seep back up my arm when I regained feeling, staring up at the lights, a position I’m not very used to being in. Curling my toes and fingers, the ones that were not broken, finally getting my wits back about me, It took a second to realize….
I lost to Datura.
My name is Regan Street, I have lost matches before and will lose matches again, it never felt like this, ever. I wanted to scream, yell in pain, embarrassment and humiliation. She did exactly what she said she would do, and I laughed in her face thinking that no matter what this bitch spoke of, in the end I would walk out victorious. Would I be in a fight? Yes, bruised up, hurt, I expected some cracked bones but, in the end, this was a story that was going to have a Happy Ending for the Helms and Street families. How many times did I find myself in a situation like this? Every man, woman or monster that ever-stepped foot into the SCW always had to go through me and none of them were someone I couldn’t beat. Was Elizabeth Maduit my waterloo? Blinking my eyes, I could see my sister sanding over me, she bent down to one knee, feeling her cold hand on my arm and neck….
“Regan”….
She spoke softly, concerned, worried nit about me physically, she knew that I would recover, it was the mental anguish which would precede this failed moment, losing to a woman that threatened my family, she spoke about me like I was never worthy of her challenge, that I was nothing outside the walls of the SCW so instead of taking out my husband, David Helms, she decided to make me the example instead and lay me out in the middle of the ring and smile as she walked away while I laid flat on my back, defeated?
A few tears starts to trickle down the side of my face, I wasn’t getting up, the minute I would, the very second I sit up while her fucking music is playing is when it becomes real and I have to look at the faces of all the fans watching and my sister knowing that I was fucking beat by a lesser woman, yes I don’t care what anyone says, I should have won, I am the best goddamn wrestler in the world and instead, I let her play me and she in turn gets what she wants….
For me?
Back to the drawing board?
No, I failed my family, I must go home tonight, this in front of my hometown, this where they are all in the stands watching it all transpire and now the reality sets in….
Datura was right and I was wrong.
This is not how its going to end because this match, this very moment changed my life forever by getting exactly what Datura wanted….
The REAL Hellcat.”
A HELLCAT REBORN
PROLOGUE: THE PAINFUL TRUTH OF FAILURE
Making Things Right in Los Angeles was supposed to be the night Regan Street finally put the threat of Datura to rest. After months of threatening her family, always egging Regan on with cryptic messages and Twitter rants, the games and attacks, all the words that stuck with Regan where she tried to deny they were getting to her all culminated in a fight, one that Regan would never forget, probably the toughest she has had for the Hellcat was beat, plain and simple. She was outplayed and out-thought which really was the stickler to someone like Regan Street….
For this wasn’t like any other regular loss, this was her failing the family she was supposed to protect.
Datura took out the use of her left hand early, Regan found herself on the defense the entire match, she took all that Datura could give but in the end it was too much and like Rocky Balboa did when he stepped into the ring with Clubber Lang the first time, Regan fell to defeat because simply put she was not ready for the challenge that Datura posed. Regan Street is better than that, she has always been classified as a bitch, some hate her, others can relate, she would get booed out of buildings because the Hellcat acted like she wanted and when she wanted to do anything, it was up to her to do so and not one single person on the roster would stop her….
And then along came Datura.
Mikaela was concerned how Regan approached this match, there were many who thought by talent alone she should surely win. This was not about wins and losses to Datura though, it was about sending a message and yet with a win, she would get everything she wanted and then some. Regan, on the other hand would have to live with the realization she failed her family even if they would be the first to tell her different…..
That was not the case, the most important thing in her life and she couldn’t defend their honor, protect them from a woman that used it as a weapon to throw Regan off her game and now the young Street had to deal with knowing that Datura beat her at every facet of the game. There was always tomorrow some said, even the next Breakdown but Regan wasn’t thinking that far ahead, all she was thinking about was going home, crawling into her own bed and forgetting this night every happened.
The drive home was silent, she closed her eyes, holding her hand with the broken fingers after the doctors splintered it up. David knew hos she felt or at least tried to sympathize. He was in attendance, so was AJ, his wife, Jennifer, they were all there while her family, Trinity, Kennedy, Kelcey and others watched from her cousin and mentors’ home. She had received a text from Trinity but didn’t respond.
Helms Home
Laurel Canyon, CA.
A Few Hours After Making Things Right
It was around 10 pm, maybe a little after. Things were turned upside down in the SCW. Regan lost to Datura, Sienna Swann lost her World Championship to Syren, Katya Drachewych was in charge now, there was nothing worse than seeing it and Regan had to swallow that realization up whole. After showering, she didn’t want to talk to anyone, not Jennifer, not AJ, not little Jason, no one. Instead she sat on her side of the bed, reaching into the night stand, there was a flask of Whiskey, without another thought she finished it up, chasing it with her pain medicine the doctors prescribed for her hand, they said it would help her sleep, she knew it wouldn’t. Wearing a tank top and in her underwear, barefoot with her nails a glossy color and her wet hair hanging down, she could hear David walking in the bedroom, her back was turned…
Regan: “I don’t want or need a pep talk. I’m waiting for these pills to take affect so I can fall asleep and end this fucking day.”
David: “Jen and AJ are concerned about you.”
Regan: “I don’t want to see them right now.”
David: “Regan, it was a match.”
Regan: “STOP SAYING THAT!”
There were moments when I felt David didn’t truly understand how I felt about this match and losing to a woman that had been threatening my family for long enough. I went into the PPV riding high in confidence, I was focused and determined, the biggest mistake I made was being overconfident and simply cocky. I thought she was all talk, I was wrong…..
David: “I know that you are upset and understandably so but you cannot let this fester. Our family is fine, it’s strong. So she won a match against you, that means nothing, you have always been able to pick yourself back up and go right at them again and that’s the important part here, Regan. You don’t need to beat someone like Liz to defend this family or prove that you can be better than her and get the last say, what’s important is right here and now.”
Regan: “Jesus….”
David: “What!?”
Regan: “You always pretend that the world is fine, that we are supposed to be okay with losing. I have learned to come back from anything and get back to the top, this is NOT about that David, this was different. She threatened my family and I have come to the grim realization, I can’t defend your honor, instead I get dropped on my head and laid out by that bitch. She broke two of my fingers and now I’m sitting on my bed, waiting for these pills and this alcohol to kick in so I can just forget this and let the day end while she’s out partying with that loser, Quinne getting her revenge on the Helms family through me because you beat her? I’m supposed to be okay with that when YOU brought that bitch into our lives!? Where you signed that cunt to the UWA and introduced her into our fold!? Where you are the reason I am sitting here right now like this when you could have fought her without the fucking mask!?”
David: “Regan…. Calm down.”
Regan: “Calm down!?”
That’s not what I wanted to hear, turning around, my anger and frustrations suddenly became aimed at David, throwing the flask at him, almost hitting him in the chest, I don’t know what came over me, it was like I couldn’t see anything but red. The only thoughts swirling through my head was her voice, the words she spoke before our match, her music playing as I laid on the mats staring up at the lights wondering where did I go wrong? I wanted to jump out the window head first to the concrete below. Blaming him was not the answer, it was wrong and yet it was the easiest emotion to deal with. Pointing fingers at my husband, at least the ones that were not broken, why?
David: “Regan!? I know you are upset but calm the fuck down! Jason is sleeping, Jennifer can probably hear all of this! What you are doing right now is what Datura wants! She wants you to feel sorry and pitiful, she needs this family to be fractured. I can agree, maybe I shouldn’t have signed her, I was trying to be a good business man no matter what our past was. Do you want to blame me for her coming to SCW looking for me, then AJ stepped up and when he went down to injury it fell on your shoulders? Okay, I can take the blame! It was my fault all of this happened, are you happy now!? Do you think I feel good seeing you like this, watching my wife get dropped on her head? Damn it, Regan, I knew how bad you wanted this, it wasn’t about titles or even positioning, it wasn’t about rankings or opportunities, this was a fight to settle a score and…..”
Regan: “… go ahead say it!”
David: “… you lost.’
Regan: “I did more than lose David, I let down this family! Those kids that think I hung the moon, AJ and Jennifer, I am supposed to be a role model and lead by example! That is how I lead!? On my back!? To a woman that played us!? That threatened this family for some revenge plot she had against you!? Wearing my dress, telling everyone what she was going to do to me, burying my name and who I am in the SCW because I’m not some horde of locusts traveling from promotion to promotion to gain notoriety!? For six months I have been buried on this fucking roster, David! Six months! I finally get the chance to make statements, I see a woman that has been burning in my head for months, I have had to wait, everything is on HER terms well for once things are going to be on mine!”
David: “What are you talking about.”
Regan: “This is FAR from over!”
The minute I said that, the concern on his face told me all I needed to know on how he felt about that. Seeing his reaction, it was like someone shot his dog. David wad going to plea with me, I know it. I could feel myself starting to get a little groggy, my speech was slurring a little, wincing when I found myself needing to sit down on the bed…..
David: “Regan!?”
Regan: “Just…. Leave me alone David.”
David: “No, I’m not. You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
Regan: “No. I’m not.”
David: “Regan, what if….”
Regan: “….. she beats me again? She won’t. She will NEVER beat me again. This is more about family now than ever before and she thought it was about US? Oh, it’s about us and so much more. I can’t stand this. I…..”
He took my hand, standing in front of me, lying flat on the palm of his, my ring finger, it was broken, she broke my fucking ring finger and I couldn’t wear my wedding ring. I closed my eyes, grinding my teeth, David put the ring on my right hand instead….
David: “Wear it here for now. Bones heal, so does this.”
Regan: “Not until I beak her in pieces. I’m sorry David…. I’m sorry I blamed you, I’m sorry I failed this family…. I’m so sorry……”
I couldn’t focus anymore, the drugs kicked in pretty quick as my last sorry trailed off and I didn’t remember anything after that. I could feel him grabbing my head and slowly lying me on the bed, he lifted my feet from the floor and tucked me in the sheets, I could make out his last words……
David: “You don’t have to be sorry babe, I’m proud of you no matter what…..”
Before finally the darkness came and the worst day of my professional career was over.
The Next Morning
My eyes slowly open, the sun beaming into the room, the birds chirping, I had slept straight through without waking up once. I could feel the dog licking my foot as it hung off the bed, how long was I out? Turning to my phone, it was after 11 am, holy shit, I was out almost twelve hours. In that time the pain in my hand didn’t go away. Getting up and walking over to the bathroom mirror, all that was standing in front of me was death. My hair was everywhere, I had some bruising, my head still hurt from last night. After doing my business and brushing my teeth, taking a quick shower, I put on some shorts and a t-shirt with flip flops. I was hesitant going down the stairs because then it was going to become real, I had to see the family. David should have been at Ante Up, instead his car was in the drive way. Jason should have been at school, but he wasn’t, I could hear him playing down stairs. Jennifer was blasting her music in the bedroom, probably getting ready for another one of those fucking photo shoots. AJ and Scarlet were in the guest house….
I did not want to face them.
Taking step by step, me feet pressing against the sole of the flip flop, trying not to make any noise yet the creaking of the wood was enough to wake up the dead, it was inevitable, as I finally made it down the stairs and didn’t say a word, I sat on the couch, eyes closed, taking a deep breath before I felt a little hand touch mine with the splints, I opened my eyes to see Jason standing there so innocent and yet there was something bothering him….
Jason: “What happened to your hand?”
Regan: “I…. a very bad woman broke some fingers.”
I was tired of sugarcoating reality with Jason. He was going to be nine years old and while he shouldn’t know what the hell is going on in the SCW, I felt like I couldn’t lie to him. I loved this kid so much, there were times I wished he came from my loins, nonetheless, he was like my son no matter what….
Jason: “Why?”
Regan: “She didn’t like me. It’s okay buddy, I’m alright. I’m a tough gal and we don’t always have things go our way.”
Jason: “Dad told me to stay home from school. I talked to him this morning, I could hear you and him fighting last night, I don’t like it when you are upset, it makes me sad.”
Regan: “I am so sorry you had to hear that, it was all my fault, your dad, he is the greatest man I know and sometimes he has to put me in my place. Jason, there are people out there that don’t like us for who we are, what we stand for and how we go about our business. You have such a good heart and are so smart that I know one day you are going to grow up to be better than anything I have ever done. So your dad, let you skip school, huh? Why?”
David never lets him skip school, something was up as he walked away and grabbed the curse jar from the counter where it had been a thing between him and I, every time David or I say a bad word, we throw money in the jar, I figure the kid can go to college now with how much I talk shit. He walked over and smiled….
Regan: “Was is that for? I didn’t curse.”
Jason: “No, dad said that I can use the money to take you out.”
Regan: “Wait…. What?”
Jason: “You always take me to the pier for Funnel Cake and hot dogs, I have a lot of fun.”
Regan: “So do I, kiddo.”
Jason: “So this time, I want to take you to the pier and treat you to funnel cake, hot dogs and root beer floats.”
I couldn’t hold it in, my eyes started to tear up, covering my mouth trying hard as I could not to cry…..
Jason: “You are my other mom…. And I’m your son. Sons treat their moms out, dad said that’s what real boys do.”
Regan: “He said that?”
Jason: “Yeah. So, are we going mom?”
It was the first time he ever called me mom and I couldn’t hold it in, I started to cry, grabbing his hand and pulling him into my arms….
Regan: “Yes baby…. Yes, we are going, just you and me.”
Jason: “I love you.”
Regan: “I love you too…. Kiddo.”
I could see out of the corner of my eye David peaking out from around the kitchen. I whispered thank you, this is what I needed. Jason was so innocent, he had no clue what happened to me last night or what was going on. He WAS my son like AJ WAS my son like Jennifer WAS my daughter even if I never gave birth to any of them, they were the reason I lived, why I continued to fight and Datura tried to take that from me, what she did take was my pride, my confidence and most of all my ability to defend my family….
But it was a moment like this which put it all into perspective.
An Hour Later
Santa Monica Pier
Jason and I shared a Funnel Cake, it was so cute watching him dig into his jar and pay for us to eat. It was a beautiful day out here, reminded me why I loved this place so much and why last night was a tremendous setback but not one I couldn’t overcome. My biggest fear in this was that Datura would take her win and run, I was hoping that wasn’t the case. As I bit into the funnel cake, I thought of Jennifer and her situation with The Beauty Factory. I thought about AJ and how fast he’s grown up being a dad and his rehab which was difficult for him. Then I looked at little Jason and it was a stark reminder that I was the luckiest woman alive when I never deserved any of this. I was being rewarded for acting like a cunt….
And spending time here with Jason was all I needed to realize that this was a turning point in my life and my career for those three word will have multiple meanings and continue to act as a memory, looking down at my broken fingers…..
It was time I was “Making Things Right”.
THE REALITY OF FORGIVENESS
It had been days since that night and Regan had to come to the realization that it might have been her only chance at her, there was a wrestler she actually didn’t defeat. No, Regan wasn’t going to allow that to happen, Datura was NOT going to walk away. Regan didn’t know what was next on the docket, where this would all lead to. Her SCW career was in a flux, finally a huge match and she loses, in a state where she’s been hovering in a holding pattern while the woman, she beat at RTG XV, Selena held the United States Championship she once had. It killed Regan to think where she was, no longer the center of attention, it was like they started to forget about her and then again, she saw someone like Kennedy Street, her cousin struggle, how she started off the New Year and suddenly, it made things come much more into perspective.
For Regan though she needed to clear herself mentally, she had to put what happened behind her and use it as a motivator. Regan didn’t know how she was going to react, instead it was about clearing her head and focusing on what she could control and hopefully the rest would simply fall into place though it hasn’t worked the last six months. She’s struggled in her matches against opponents she should have beaten without breaking a sweat, the Hellcat was so distracted, she didn’t even know it and now more than ever, it was that chance of clarity Regan needed to get back on her horse and ride to the top of the SCW again. First thing Regan needed to do with the week off leading into the next Breakdown was get her head back in the game. The last time she suffered a loss like this….
Was never.
It hurt emotionally. Regan decided to spend some time at Ante Up Academy, she had a lot more on her mind than just Datura. Regan and Amy Chastaine made a truce which for her was something she’d never thought would have happened. Mikaela’s relationship while strange, was growing between her and Wyatt Lancaster, the husband of Amy, it was still a hard pill to swallow but at least it was a moment that was headed in the right direction.
Ante Up Academy
Santa Barbara, CA.
A Few Days After The PPV
With her hand still in a splint, two fingers broken, she wore short tights, knee pads and wrestling shoes, a sports bra, with her long hair in a ponytail. She sat in the corner of the ring, the place was empty, it was early in the morning before anyone showed up. Jennifer was there, she was in short tights, knee pads, sneakers and a VS tank top, her long hair was slicked back in a ponytail, her nails polished a baby pink. She rolled into the ring….
Jennifer: “We haven’t talked since the PPV. I get this notion, you are ignoring me.”
Regan: “Maybe I am.”
Jennifer: “Why mom?”
Regan: “Because I’m embarrassed. I’m humiliated. I am trying to lead by example, trying to be this role model to you. I am your mom, at least legally now and I should be winning, defending this family, standing up for what and who we are and I am failing at every fucking turn, that is why I have not bothered to speak to you in the last few days Jennifer because honestly, I don’t know what to say.”
Jennifer: “No? You don’t know what to say? How about standing up proud for who you are? So the bitch beat you, you are still the best wrestler on the planet, you will still be a Hall of Fame inductee and someone that everyone will remember. Datura is a fad, she caught you mom, maybe you took her lightly….”
Regan: “I did.”
Jennifer: “Then fine, instead of moping, trying to avoid us, maybe you should just get back up and come to fight. Go to Breakdown and punch her in the mouth, remind her who’s yard this is. She got you once, she won’t again.”
I wish it was that easy, Jenni…..
Regan: “You make it sound so academic. This is not like that. I don’t care if I lose a match, long as I get another chance to rectify it. Datura is different, she came for one reason, taking out David, she took me on instead and beat me. She’s not sticking around. I may never get the chance.”
Jennifer: “You are such a negative Nancy at times, you know?”
Regan: “I’m sorry if I feel like I failed my family in the eyes of every single person watching SCW and those who know me! I fucking failed, Jennifer and I am sorry if you don’t think failure especially when this family is involved is no big deal! I taught you better, that is why you stand as the SPIRIT Champion in the SCW because you weren’t going to allow Ryan Singer and some fluke win define you! I taught you that, Jennifer!”
Jennifer: “Exactly, don’t let it define you.”
She was right, the little bitch listened to me too much and I was grateful for that. Jennifer at times was like my rock, the relationship we had when this all first started was rocky at best. I knew that she was going through so much right now and I felt powerless to help her but, in all fairness, she wanted me to do nothing about it though if I told David, he would probably lose his shit more than me. I had Datura on my mind, when Jennifer told me about trying to get out of the contract with Laura Steinbeck and the beauty Factory….
Jennifer: “Well?”
Regan: “Just shut up and lets train.”
Jennifer: “Are you sure you can do that with your hand?”
Regan: “I’m sure.”
Jennifer: “Mom, seriously, don’t push yourself too much. You don’t want to have an accident. Make it worse, besides, this is about more than just Datura. I’m sure dad has already told you this, but we are proud of you, no matter what. I will never think of you any different unless you gave up.”
It was nice to hear that coming from her but that will not change how I feel about that match. Knowing that I had their support and they were not looking down on me was all I needed to ask for BUT the problem with that all, it didn’t appease ME. I’m Regan Street, I’m a fighter. I will never quit but this….
This one is hard to get over.
Regan: “You know that I won’t. Listen, about Laura….”
Jennifer: “Mom, I don’t want to talk about it. I shouldn’t have said anything to you in the first place, but I felt bad. I am trying so hard to keep appearances, act like I’m the most beautiful woman on the planet….”
Regan: “You are.”
Jennifer: “Stop, Sienna is.”
Regan: “Let’s leave her out of this. Jennifer, I’m getting you out of this mess, there is no way that fucking old hag is going to swindle that many millions from us for your contract, not happening. I will go talk to her….”
Jennifer: “And set yourself up again for an attack and I can’t do shit about it!? No. Mom just let this ride out, I messed up, let me find a way. Some days I’m glad Becca is not here, she would kill me for my stupidity.”
Regan: “Stop saying that Jennifer, you are not stupid, it was a good deal for someone that was trusting with Sienna. I don’t blame you for this. That is why I am going to fix this……”
Before I could say another word, Jennifer and I could hear the door open, it was none other than Trinity Street. Look at her, coming in all boss wearing black leggings, a white blouse and those Jimmy Choo open toed heels, her nails polished a black cherry and hair in a half ponytail, that woman always dresses like she’s at some award show. I didn’t want to see her, never returning her texts and calls. Her showing up here?
This time it as unavoidable….
Jennifer: “She doesn’t look happy.”
Regan: “Does she ever?”
Jennifer: “Actually, she’s helped me a lot recently.”
Hearing that I turned to look at her, I didn’t know my daughter had been visiting Trinity….
Trinity: “I knew I’d find you here.”
Regan: “What do you want?”
Trinity: “We need to talk, you haven’t returned my texts, my calls, you have avoided my visits, I’m sorry but this is important. Hello Jennifer.”
Jennifer: “Hi, Trinity.”
Trinity: “Can I speak to your mum for a sec?”
Jennifer: “Sure.”
Regan: “No, you can stay, this won’t take long.”
That annoyed Trinity, Jennifer here forced her to be more civil as my mentor can become pretty animated when she chooses to. She had no other choice but to nod and stay calm….
Trinity: “Fine, I owe you an apology.”
Regan: “For what?”
Trinity: “For not being there for you.”
Regan: “Jennifer, let me talk to Trinity, please.”
Jennifer: “Okay, I’ll be upstairs in dad’s office.”
Then again, I was wrong, maybe this was a conversation Trinity and I needed to hash out with Jennifer not there. I stood there as Jennifer left, looking right into her fiery brown eyes….
Trinity: “Thank you. When I came back to the SCW, I had one dream, this is the reason why I swallowed my pride and told Mr. D that I would do anything to get the chance at one more run, not for me…. For you and Kennedy. Since I have been back, Kennedy has stumbled, and I blame myself. You have been relatively quiet and when you had the chance to fight for the honor of your family, you lost, and it was my fault.”
Regan: “I lost, how was it your fault?”
Trinity: “I should have been there. Supported you Regan, fought harder to get you on the Bound by Blood Team. When you were trying to defend your family, I should have intervened and helped you get in the right mind frame as I have dealt with women like Datura so many times over in my career, you think you have. This is a hard pill to swallow, I cannot imagine what you are going through right now.”
Regan: “You have no fucking idea.”
Trinity: “We can fix this.”
Regan: “Yeah? I don’t think so.”
I turned around, I wasn’t going to talk to her anymore when suddenly I see her letting down her hair, she then slips out of the heel and throws them over the ropes….
Regan: “What the fuck are you doing?”
Trinity: “I’m going to fix this….”
Trinity started to roll up her sleeves, was she going to fight me? I couldn’t tell but I looks like she was. Walking up to my face….
Trinity: “Hit me.”
Regan: “What?”
Trinity: “I know you want to hit me.”
Regan: “Stop…. Just get the fuck out of here.”
Trinity: “Tell me you don’t blame me for a lot of the things that have gone wrong in your career and life? Tell me that what I did by getting you off the bloody streets and saving your ass from an abusive father was not enough. Tell me that bringing you into this sport instead of you finishing college and heading off to another career was not enough. Tell me that hooking you up with David Helms before he left to New Jersey was not enough! Tell me that turning my back on you and costing you the bloody Trios Tournament with a punt to the head was not enough! Tell me that not helping you beat Datura and now you feel you’re a failure to your family was not enough!”
Regan: “Lexi….”
Trinity: “Hit me you loser! You couldn’t beat Datura! Hit me!”
Before I could stop myself, I threw a right cross to her jaw hard as I could, I saw her eyes glaze over as Trinity collapsed, falling flat on the mat. I didn’t mean to hit her that hard, I don’t know what came over me, I just knocked out my own mentor, what the fuck did I do!
Regan: “JENNIFER!”
Jennifer: “Mom!?”
Regan: “Get me some towels! An ice bag, hurry!”
Jennifer scrambled frantically. That punch was all my frustration, everything I had felt the last few days rolled into one strike on the wrong person. She didn’t have a chance to retaliate or respond. I dropped to my knees, grabbed her hand and started running my fingers through her hair….
Regan: “Lexi! Please…. I’m sorry…..”
She wasn’t responding, my heart was frantically beating fast, I raised her head and coddled it on my lap as I leaned in trying to comfort her. Again, I felt my emotions start to overcome me, I couldn’t stop myself from crying. God, I love this woman so much, everything that I am is because of her and I struck her down like she was my enemy…. Trinity was NEVER my enemy and yet I always made her feel that way…..
Regan: “Lexi… please wake up…..please wake up….”
Jennifer came up to the ring, but she stopped, surprised to see me in this state. Trinity’s foot started to move some, her hand closed in a fist, her tongue rolling in her mouth. She was only unconscious for a minute or so but that was the longest minute in my life….
Regan: “Lexi….”
Her eyes opened, shooting right up at me…..
Trinity: “You…. hit…… me…. owww….”
Regan: “Damn it Lexi… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have….”
Trinity: “What you…. should have done…. flower…. is get the license of the bus that ran me over, love….”
Regan: “You bitch….”
That made me chuckle, I brought her in closer in an embrace and held her there, I could feel her hands grabbing on my shoulders as she whispered to me….
Trinity: “… Regan….. All I ever wanted, was for all of us to be united. That is all…. It’s out of your system now.”
Regan: “It should never been that way…. we were all stupid.”
Trinity: “Yes… we were love. You, me, Kennedy and Kelcey. We are family and we need to stick together moving forward.”
Regan: “I agree…..”
Trinity: “I’m so sorry for everything I ever did to turn you away from me….”
Regan: “I missed you…. Lexi.”
Trinity: “I missed you, love.”
Jennifer watched, she too teared up as Trinity and I didn’t want to let each other go. She was my family, everything that I became was her doing, it was time that I stopped turning my back on the people who love me most. Datura may have beaten me, and she was able to get what she wanted but at the same time….
She had awakened something, a feeling that stayed dormant for so long which only until now had resurfaced….
Street loyalty.
Los Angeles, CA.
Later That Night
Regan had told David that she had something to take care of. He was worried about his wife who earlier in the morning accidentally knocked out Trinity at the Ante Up Academy with a sucker punch to her face. It really opened up the eyes of Regan who had been teetering for some time the last few years. The medication for her bi-polar diagnosis was working, if anything she was doing it for her family though in the ring it was better that she just go all out without thinking twice about anything other than beating the opponent to hell.
Tonight, was different.
Regan need to tie up some loose ends, the bitterness and rage were too much. She realized now that all that anger and hatred needed to be focused on those that threatened her well-being, Katya, her armies like Dark Fantasy and finally Datura. Her ire was pointed in the wrong direction. Wearing black slacks, open toed heels and a white sleeveless blouse, her nails a glossy finish and hair hanging down, she hesitated for a moment before knocking on her mother’s condo door in Downtown LA. She opened it, Giselle wearing a skirt, untucked blouse, barefoot with her nails polished black, rolled her eyes and tried to close the door…
Regan: “We need to talk.”
Giselle: “Talk? The last time you were here, you strangled me with a phone cord.”
Regan: “Yes and the last time you say me, you pushed me to the ground and bruised my ass. We are even, can we talk, please?”
Giselle: “You have a few minutes and if not. I am calling security.”
Regan: “Fine, deal.”
Giselle carefully and cautiously stands to the side and lets Regan in, she caught her mother eating take out sushi, the dining room table was full of paperwork and an open lap top. Her sports coat that went with the skirt she was wearing, and shoes were on the floor and hanging on the chair….
Regan: “I’m interrupting your dinner.”
Giselle: “It take out sushi, nothing special, I don’t have a lot of time these days, so I have to take what I can get.”
The Condo was a mess, this was not the mother I knew though the relationship between Her and I has been anything but good. I blame my mother for a lot of her hurt and pain. Standing there as Giselle sits and starts to eat, she notices my broken fingers…
Giselle: “What happened to your hand?”
Regan: “I hurt it wrestling.”
Giselle: “Ah, so what do you want to tell me now? You beat up your brother, you don’t support your sister, I’m supposed to be willing to talk to you after all the years you have blamed me for your problems.”
Regan: “Because you never took ownership of them mom. Not once did I ever hear you tell me or Mikaela to our faces that you were a piss poor excuse for a mother, and you allowed dad to beat me. The worst part is you came up with every fucking excuse you could to defend him and discredit us. The last time I was here, I lost it on you and so I came to tell you that I apologize. I was diagnosed with having a chemical imbalance, I am treating it as we speak. I needed to talk to you.”
Giselle: “Fine, you have a few minutes before I have to get back to my work, so please, hurry.”
She wasn’t going to rush me, I was going to get everything off my chest and then walk out. Sitting down, she turned toward me wondering what I was doing, her defenses were up, and no one could blame her for that, I never gave my mother any reason to think otherwise as I would kick her in the face at the drop of a dime….
Regan: “Why?”
Giselle: “Why what?”
Regan: “Why did you do that to me, mom?”
Giselle: “I don’t understand…..”
Regan: “Why did you let him hurt me like that?”
Giselle: “Regan… I…. I…..”
She lowered her chopsticks and wiped her mouth, crossing her legs, my mother looked up at me, letting out a sigh, it was almost as if she was trying to find the answers to the questions I posed. I didn’t teeter or sway, I never looked away, held eye contact the entire time because I wanted an answer….
Regan: “Answer me mom, why?”
Giselle: “I loved your father.”
Regan: “You didn’t love me.”
Giselle: “God, Regan I loved you more than anything on this planet. You and Mikaela were my angels, my pride and joy. I don’t know what happened, what your father did. I was scared but at the same time I didn’t want to lose him….”
Regan: “.. at our expense?”
Giselle: “I wanted what was best for you.”
Regan: “Right, so you let dad beat me unconscious and then when I came to, I ran away, and you didn’t care.”
Slamming her hands on the table, sushi went everywhere, it was the first time I ever saw my mother this upset about what had happened in my childhood. She closed her eyes for a second, sat back, running her hands through her hair, almost pulling strands, keeping eye contact as she opened hers and looked right at me….
Giselle: “Who do you think called Alexis to go find and pick you up?”
Regan: “No….”
Giselle: “Yes, ME. You have thought so low of me for long as I can remember. I told Alexis NOT to tell you that I was the one that called you. I wanted you to hate my guts for what I did, I took away your childhood and if I could go back and change things Regan… god damn it, I would, love. I think about you and Mikaela every single night when I go to bed and sometimes cry myself to sleep. It is hard acting like a bitch and that I hate your fucking gates when all I want to do is tell you how much I love and how proud I am of what you have done in your life. Now please…. Get out.”
I…. I’m speechless….
Giselle: “I’ve already ruined my dinner and have nothing else in the fridge, so I’m going to go out again and grab a bite…. Please go.”
Regan: “Mom….”
Giselle: “Go!”
My hand was trembling, I shifted my eyes to her hand, with broken fingers and all, I placed it over hers, she tried to pull away, but I held it….
Giselle: “Regan….. please go.”
Regan: “No.”
Giselle: “Is that why you came here? To prove me wrong?”
Regan: “No, to prove me wrong. I hated you for so many fucking years. All I ever said to myself was that I was NEVER going to be like my mother. In the last week, I have had some pretty hard lessons learned. All it took was for one person to threaten everything I love and to fail protecting them made me understand more than ever what I must do to be a better mother, wife, sister, daughter and wrestler. I came here to make peace with mom.”
Giselle: “Why?”
Regan: “Because I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I want to make things right. I did so with Amy, at least tentatively, with Lexi this morning, now with you. It doesn’t matter what I think or do. What I want or get, the truth is you are my mother and I am your daughter. I have Jennifer, AJ and Jason, none of them are my natural born children and it’s alright, because THEY are my children. I want them to have a good life and that means you being a part of it.”
Her lips began to quiver, I could see that she understood my stance and in many ways that is what she wanted too after the hell we had put each other through. She slowly nodded almost embarrassingly….
Regan: “We both did some stupid things. I can’t have it like that anymore, mom, I just can’t. I am willing to try and work things out if you are. That is why I came here.”
I stood up and grabbed her heels, handing them to her….
Giselle: “What is this?”
Regan: “Your shoes. We’re going to get some real dinner.”
Giselle: “Regan, you don’t have to….”
Regan: “… no I don’t. But for once in my life? I’d like to have dinner with my mom and catch up on everything. I need my mom and I know that you need your daughter, right?”
Giselle: “Right.”
Regan: “Then come on, you want some real sushi? I know a perfect place in Little Tokyo, Kelcey showed it to me a long time ago and it’s delish.”
It brought a smile to my mother’s face, we were not in the hugging stages yet, at least it was a start. All I wanted was to repair something that has been broken since I was 14 years old, for fifteen years I have been without my mother. So, in a loss, I gained so much more by learning another valuable lesson….
And there is only one person I can thank, and I cannot wait to tell her that face to face….
Yes, Datura
EPILOGUE: ENEMY MINE
This was the night Regan Street had waited for an entire week. It was painstaking, every minute and second seemed like an eternity for her since Making Things Right. She had sent out a few tweets after seeing Datura gloat about her victory. Regan knew it was coming, she was prepared for the backlash, what she was hoping is that there would be an answer but in reality, Regan Street had absolutely no idea how to react. Mikaela wanted her to just stay in the back, they knew Datura would take the time to come out and speak her mind. No one had really heard from Regan and she was okay with that, the last thing the Hellcat wanted was to interact with anyone at the moment. Atlanta was a city she knew quite well, it was an old training ground for her and also where Trinity trained to be a wrestler. Regan had a lot of fond memories in the ATL, she wanted to make new ones but instead sat in her hotel room alone hours before Breakdown was going to start and Katya would be in charge. She didn’t care about that right now, The Hellcat had bigger fish to fry. Wearing jeans, black leather boots, a matching halter top with a jacket, her hair hanging down, a glossy polish on her nails, she stared out the window at the city, her fingers still in a splinter….
Breakdown
Atlanta, GA.
1.30.19
Regan was deep in thought, she had a glass of vodka and tonic in her hand, she wasn’t booked, it was a few hours before the show started, the fans were already lining up the door. The TV was on earlier talking about the Food Drive Sienna Swann was involved in feeding the homeless, Regan just shook her head at that when there was a knock on the door. The Hellcat wasn’t expecting anyone, she walked over and opened the door, her green eyes widen at who it was….
Regan: “Mr. D?”
Mr. D: “Surprise.”
Regan: “Is this a joke, man?”
Mr. D: “Uh, no it’s not, may I come in?”
Regan: “Yeah… yeah…. Sure.”
It was odd having the boss in my hotel room, this was the man I have attacked, Pile drove and made referee one of the main events at RTG. Mr. D and I never really saw eye to eye, we have done some nasty things to one another so having him here is a bit weird. I sit down on the chair at the table, he sits across….
Mr. D: “How are your fingers?”
Regan: “They hurt, broken but I will live. My pride, ego, different story.”
Mr. D: “About that. I came here because Katya is taking over tonight and I’m not going to interfere in anything she is doing the next four weeks, that was my word to her. With that said, I felt I needed to come and see you. I know you took that loss to Datura very hard and I will admit, I think all of us had you pegged to win. She’s dangerous, has a reputation and came with a plan.”
Regan: “Why are you having this conversation with me?”
Mr. D: “Because I know what it is like to feel like you failed your family.”
He caught me off-guard with that answer. I sat there in silence, not knowing how to respond or what to in this very moment. I let him talk, I had nothing…..
Mr. D: “A month or so ago when I had you give that letter to Katya about your Adrenaline Title match with Ravyn, I did a few reasons, main one was you earned that shot. I might need to explain myself a little before we continue, there was a reason I kept you out of the main event, why after RTG XV it felt like you were waiting for something big to happen. In the process AJ was hurt, Datura showed up and that took away you away from some of that. You needed to reenergize, honestly Regan, I saw something in you after RTG and my hope was that I was right about it. You’re a woman that comes to work, does her due diligence, demands respect, makes a production out of it, goes home. Lately, I realized that with my daughter choosing sides and my other daughter trying to make her own claim, I’m stuck in the middle wondering how much gas I have left in the tank. The only reason I am telling you this is because I see the hell you are putting yourself through this last week. There is no worse feeling than to think you failed your family and there is nothing you can do to fix it.”
Regan: “Since when you cared?”
Mr. D: “I always cared about my wrestlers, some more than others. You angered me, Regan, you didn’t want to follow the rules….”
Regan: “I still don’t.”
Mr. D: “No, you don’t but this time it’s a different vibe coming from you. You will never change, I have accepted that, your attention though is more focused on those that used to be on your side of the fence. Datura took something from you….”
Yeah, almost everything….
Regan: “Yes, she did. My pride. My ability to defend my family. My words mean nothing if my actions don’t back them up. Datura got away with murder basically.”
Mr. D: “I have never known you as someone who is content with another to get away and not doing anything about it. I’m not going to be there tonight, it’s Katya’s show now. Whatever she decides to do, she can at least booking wise but I am going to make sure of one thing.”
Regan: “Was is that?”
Mr. D: “That you get your Adrenaline title rematch with Ravyn, it is part of the suitcase I am handing Katya and she cannot touch it. As for Making Things Right? Every day I live my life, wishing my wife was still alive, her lack of presence contributed to what happened with my family and I don’t share that with many people Regan, but I feel like right now you could appreciate it. You have a very loving family, one that cares about you and would do anything for you.”
Regan: “I couldn’t imagine. I guess we get so caught up in this business and what we are fighting for that we forget who we are outside the ring. Your daughters love you, Katya is just being influenced by that cunt, Ravyn and that piece of shit CHBK. Syren is too stupid to come up with a plan like this.”
Mr. D: “It’s true. Regan, that’s why you’re getting the title shot. Look, you lost a very important and personal match, you didn’t lose your family, or even your pride. So you have some humility, Datura is going to be there tonight, you can get back something, if you are willing to give up something and at the same time? Make her feel like you have.”
What did he mean…?
Regan: “What do you mean?”
Mr. D: “You think Datura is done with you? She maybe thinks so. I’m not going to tell you how to do your thing, all I can say is I’ve been in this business long enough to see others agree to stipulations they think benefit them. Give her something, she will bite and at the same time do what I pay you to. I have employed you for almost seven years, int hat time you never seize to amaze me with what you can come up with.”
Regan: “She took something from me, so I take something from her and then give something back? I understand.”
Mr. D: “Good, Alright, I better go, I have a lot of stuff to prepare for tonight.”
As he stood up, I felt like I needed to say something, I mean while this guy is my boss, he was also one of my biggest enemies. He gave me the rematch I wanted, an Adrenaline title could entice Datura, a match stipulation even, all I had to figure out was HOW to send the message. It was actually cool that he took the time to come here and talk to me, but I still was trying to figure out why….
Regan: “Seriously, why did you come see me?”
Mr. D: “Through all our battles, like Kennedy and Kelcey, like Trinity…. I see the same in you. You Streets aren’t all that bad. Besides, I didn’t want you tearing the walls down tonight without telling you about the Adrenaline Match. I wasn’t here. Good day.”
As he was walking out, I stopped him, we stared at each other for a moment and finally I extended out my hand, he looked a little surprised and slowly he shook it….
Regan: “Respect, Mr. D. Thank you.”
Mr. D: “Thank you and good luck out there tonight.”
He walks out, closing the door behind him I was wondering how that all came about. I didn’t think I would ever have a common ground with that man. In the end it looks like I have. Mr. D is a man who knows what he wants, I am a woman that takes what she wants….
Maybe for once we are on the same page and the same side….
I guess we will find out tonight.
Breakdown
A Few Hours Later
Watching from an unknown location, Mr. D looks on as Regan Street chokes Datura out with the Regan Era, a move she has barely used while in the SCW. After choking her unconscious, Regan gets on the camera and demands a rematch, this time Datura can pick the stipulation and the Hellcat plans to defend the Adrenaline Championship if she can defeat Ravyn for it.
He nods, when the phone rings, he picks it up….
Mr. D: “Hello?”
Voice: “Thank you.”
Mr. D: “I owed you a favor and I promised that I would keep my word. I think she is going to be just fine.”
Voice: “It wasn’t like the losses before, those she got over, she was angry, she did it, done, this was about her family.”
Mr. D: “Understandable. Well, she will get her shot, I promised her that and after tonight, she will get Datura too. It all worked out, also selected to Trios, things are starting to look up.”
Voice: “Thanks again.”
Mr. D: “Sure oh and David.”
David Helms was on the other side of the line….
David: “Yeah Mr. D?”
Mr. D: “I think you’re right about her.”
David: “I know I am bro.”
He smiles before hanging up and watching the rest of Breakdown, the mess his daughter Katya is making and something else that brings him a little closer to realizing that the SCW is in good hands….
A Hellcat on the right side of history.
SCENE FADES
“Pacing that night back and forth brought me a little more clarity, I was able to think things through. Being humbled was a tough pill to swallow, this was not like any loss. Syren, Selena, Marina, Amy and others who have beaten me, I knew that one day I would get the chance to make it right, I had beaten all those aforementioned names, there was nothing but titles and opportunity on the line, maybe even bragging rights….
This was different.
All I can remember was being laid out, losing consciousness long enough to be pinned after I fought so hard. Datura took that from me, she beat me, I can respect that, taking it a step further which is where all this had come to a head and why I had to make a choice. Looking down at my hand, she took a weapon of mine out early, she played it smart, Out thinking me at every turn because of my hubris, my fucking arrogance, pride, all of it, I became complacent, I fell into my own press and after doing NOTHING since RTG XV, after having to sit around while everyone else was getting their opportunities, I needed to show why I deserved mine and I did not do it….
So, what was left?
Prove her right.
Much as that sounds ridiculous it was the truth, I needed to show Datura everything she spoke of was RIGHT. Every thought, every feeling, every emotion in my body was centered around her and so with that, I came to Breakdown with one purpose, to hear her gloat, to tell the world “I told you so” as she was NOT the one that had to look her family in the eyes and tell them….
I Failed you.
Waiting and waiting, Mikaela was afraid that I would do something stupid, so careful and concerned, my sister was not about to allow me to just walk out there and allow Datura to do it again, oh no, I wasn’t going to let that happen, instead I wanted to thank her, tell her that indeed she was right and everything she stated leading into our match has happened….
Every time the bell rings, I think of her.
Every time I see my family, I think of her.
Every time I hear the announcers call a match, I think of her.
All I ever do is think of her now until it ends on my terms and it will, I don’t care how long it takes for I walked out there while she was talking, looked her right in the eyes and thanked her for everything just before I locked that bitch in the Regan Era and was not going to let go. I squeezed the life out of her, for every second I lied on the mat staring up at the lights in front of my hometown, for ever “sorry” I had to tell my family leading into this night, for every evening I drank and forgot to be a mother, making myself fall into a state of self-pity and depression knowing that I cannot protect my family….
I squeezed the life out of her until she wasn’t resisting anymore, and it was her turn to lie unconscious this time in my arms with the message….
You were right.
I gave you want you wanted, Datura….
And you ran away soon after.”
THE HELLCAT’S ROAR
IN THE FACE OF FAILURE
The Scene Opens….
Miracle Mile is a 0.503-mile-long section of Coral Way between LeJeune Road (SW 42nd Avenue) and Douglas Road (SW 37th Avenue) in the city of Coral Gables, Florida. It is the main east-west road through the city’s downtown, Central Business District consisting of many shops, financial institutions, restaurants and arts institution. The LeJeune Road end of Miracle Mile is anchored by the Coral Gables City Hall Miracle Mile and the surrounding Downtown Coral Gables area is served indirectly by the Metrorail Miami by transferring from the Douglas Road to the Coral Gables Trolley at the station. The trolley runs up and down Ponce de Leon Boulevard from Miracle Mile to the Metro.
The boulevard is lined with restaurants, shops, boutiques, art galleries, and today “Downtown Coral Gables, including Miracle Mile, is one of South Florida’s most sought-after shopping destinations. The downtown commercial district, including Miracle Mile, was designed by George E Merrick, who could boast that every business in Coral Gables was less than a two-block walk.
The Colonnade Building at 133-169 Miracle Mile was designed in 1926 by Phineas Paist in collaboration with Walter De Gamo and Paul Chafin in a mixture of Spanish Colonial and Baroque. The main purpose, in Merrick’s planning, was to house his growing sales operation. Since the 1920s, the Colonnade has had many tenants including the Colonnade Movie Studios and a World War II parachute factory. Today it houses an hotel and office building designed by Spillis & Candela. The downtown commercial district was once serviced by a free trolley that ran down Ponce de Leon Boulevard, the main artery bisecting the business district. The old trolley system was replaced by the popularity of modern automobiles until a new free “trolley system” (buses with a “retro” trolly-like livery) was initiated in November 2003. After declines during the Great Depression and World War II, developers and business took to rebranding the area to turn it into a “high-end shopping destination.” Through this vision and investment effort, the area was named Miracle Mile in 1955.
George K. Zain and his wife Rebyl Zain contributed their leadership, enthusiasm and faith to the conception of the high-end shopping boulevard. Zain created a plan to resolve the solution to parking and built parking garages in the area. In 1960, George Zain was nicknamed “Father of Miracle Mile”. Here is where we find “The Hellcat” Regan Street that is finding her first in ring action since Making Things Right where she was defeated by Datura in what many thought would be hers to win. She fought hard, she fought to the end but clearly she allowed herself to get cocky, arrogant and fed into Datura’s games which ultimately cost her after a few fingers on her left hand were broken. When Regan retaliated the following Breakdown and choked out Datura unconscious, giving her what she had asked for, her undivided attention….
She disappeared.
Datura was supposed to be on the opposing team in the first round of Trios and when Regan found out?
Things were getting ugly.
With her hand still bandaged up some but more recovered and readier, the Hellcat wear black denim jeans, leopard print peep toe pumps, a matching halter top with her long sandy blonde hair hanging down and toe nails polished a matte Navy Blue, looks into the camera as her younger sister Mikaela calls for the recording to begin…
REC:
Regan stands against the wall of a painting done by a street artist, Mikaela in jeans, white pumps, matching blouse and hair hanging down, nails polished pink, stands behind her as the fiery Regan Street speaks….
“I remember coming down here to visit my family. Coral Gables, right down the street is the University of Miami, the Hurricanes where I wanted to attend college but went to University of Central Florida Golden Knights instead. When my name was picked to Trios and I saw that the last Breakdown was in my hometown of Orlando and then here for Miami, I was a little nervous….
Because this is the first time, I am actually talking to everyone after I lost to Datura at the Making Things Right PPV. You know, thinking that you finally get your message across, I walked into that match with my head blown up like a balloon, I didn’t give her enough credit, I fell for her trap and games. I underestimated her and she took out my hand early, made it hard for me to handle things, she picked me apart piece by piece while I fought hard, I kept coming but always on my toes, on defense and then she hit me with the final blow, knocked out cold and pinned me, it was probably one of the most humiliating defeats in my career not for the person or the match itself….
The meaning behind it all.
This was about my family, for months and months they were being threatened, I had to jump in there and defend their honor, stand up to her as a Helms and a Street, it was my moment where in one large roar, I tell the SCW that this is MY yard, you don’t come in here and call out my family and at the end….
I lost and failed to defend my family’s honor.
They don’t think that way, I do. See, Datura wanted something out of all this, and I gave her exactly that. She wanted me to carry the badge of humility, I carry it. She wanted to beat me and make sure that I looked like an ultimate failure to my loved ones, she did it. Datura was expecting me to think about her every single moment of the day, each time the bell rang, whenever I heard her music or listened to her speak, each and every match, flashbacks of what happened on that night like an 8 millimeter film playing in my head would act as a constant reminder that I fell to Datura and she walked out of that PPV doing exactly everything she set out to do. Now don’t get me wrong, I kicked her ass too, it’s not like she dominated me or anything, she outsmarted me and now I must live with it, right?
Wrong.
For the next Breakdown I came out and thanked that woman for opening my eyes and then proceeded to choke her unconscious. I didn’t want to let go, I didn’t ever want to hear her speak in that tongue ever again. I then laid down the challenge, I will take the Adrenaline Championship from Ravyn Taylor, then defend it against Datura and even allow her to pick the stipulation. After a daily dose of gloating on Twitter the week before on how she beat me?
I heard nothing after Breakdown…..
NOTHING.
That is NOT how this was supposed to go, she doesn’t get to do that to me! Is that what happens when she is humiliated? Humbled? Then come to find out the week after when our scheduled Trios Match happened to fall in the first round and I was salivating at the opportunity to get in the ring again and do this one more time and show the World she CANNOT beat me twice, I will even say until she does, it was a FLUKE but no, we saw how Datura the REAL woman was….
All that shit she talked, all the threats, the diatribes, haiku’s and theories meant nothing because when I gave her exactly what she was looking for?
She ran.
Datura ran after all she wanted to accomplish and did, I gave it to her. You wanted the HELLCAT, I GAVE you the HELLCAT on Breakdown and you run!? This was your chance Datura to prove to everyone what kind of woman you were. You beat me in ONE match, you came out to play, I was in a bad place, I will NOT make excuses, but I promise you this much, YOU WILL NOT BEAT ME AGAIN. So, this was my chance to get you back in the ring, after I had to look at my kids in the face, my mentor, my husband for being futile and not able to show the world that nobody fucks with the Helms and Street family….
And now I must eat this up like a huge bowl of pig shit.
I am so fucking angry right now, I have promised myself to keep it under control but when you get her replacement talking out of his ass like he wants to feed me a bowl of milk and disrespect me when he’s supposed to be some kind of superhero, nothing makes me want to rip off his balls and shove them down his throat then maybe his chunky wife will sit on his face and choke him to death, right James Evans? Let me ask you a question, dude, are you really going to stand there and think for one second that I give two shits what you and my husband did in the past?
No, worry about the here and now, shit spit.”
Regan sighs, the anger and humility of Datura burns deep inside of her. She wanted her in this match so bad, suddenly James Evans name appears in the card instead, Regan thought maybe it was an injury or something else, no, she just left on a hiatus. The woman can’t stay in one place. The Hellcat now paces, wondering if she will ever get her hands on Datura, instead looking at the camera and focusing on Trios…..
“I’m addressing you first James, honestly, you are in this match for one reason, Datura is a flake. After I choked her out cold, she ran scared, she realized that maybe the Hellcat she was looking for wasn’t worth fighting to save her own ass so now you come on here with your holier than thou attitude and try to sell me on the Trios Contract should be yours for what? I’m not buying the snarky attitude, sometimes I wonder if even you know who the hell you are at times, maybe its 2016 all over again? This time it’s Dickhead and Ass-Wipe as your personalities? A few years ago, you won Taking Hold of the Flame, the most difficult match to walk out of. Then you went on to Main Event Rise to Greatness with Ace Marshall and WON the World Championship. What you did is the dream of EVERY single professional wrestler in the SCW, with the exception of Konrad Raab, he’s kind of out there. For seven long years I have tried to do the same thing, I have come close on many occasions and instead….
I ‘m always on the outside looking in.
The Hellcat WANTS to close out RTG this year and there are a few ways I can do it. Win the World Title and keep it all the way to the big dance, long as this power struggle bullshit is going on, I won’t get anywhere near it. I can win Taking Hold of the Flame, easier said than done OR …..
I can win Trios.
I’m not creative or fartsy, I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel, I won’t make up some stupid match, I want that shit for myself and I WILL Main Event RTG NO MATTER WHAT if I walk out of Miami with the Trios Contract. So, you see James, it doesn’t really matter how bad you want it to me, you already tasted the glory. Are you going to make the same mistake Josh Hudson did? I love the guy, he is a friend of mine, we traveled the roads together, he looked out for me, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for Josh even if I think he made some pretty stupid mistakes, like the same ones you are making, moving fast forward without thinking things through. Let’s get one thing straight, I respect your ability, what you bring to the table, you are one of the best in this business, I don’t say that to anyone, yet you better watch yourself, this whole “redemption” story crap has been done a thousand times over, no one gives a damn about you being a hero, what they need are people who are willing to stand up and fight for whatever they believe in including against the shit Dark Fantasy and Katya are pulling. This fabrication is stupid, so what? You were once the Son of the Sam of professional wrestling, I’m sure your dog told you to kidnap Kennedy, who if you notice, her and I are on the same page now, choke out Ace a thousand times which honestly, I didn’t mind that or creep on Amy Chastaine which to this day I still don’t get why that old bitch brings all the boys to the yard….
Well I do but this is PG-13.
I get what you are trying to do James but don’t you dare come out and try to play me like you do everyone else, you want to fight, we can fight, you want to wrestle, we can wrestle but one thing is for sure, James Evans, first you WILL show me the same respect I do, we are veterans in the SCW for I will make you a promise, you will NOT get past my team if I have ANYTHING to say about it! That was Datura’s spot, hooray, you get a shot at Trios, make the best of it or I will get that little bowl of milk and make you drown in it, you cheeky, contemptuous fuck!
But I’m not done, there are two other assholes on that team, one is Alistaire Allocco and the other is Casterillo. One, is a righteous, shit doesn’t stink, millennial prig, the puritan of SCW who believes that he is the best athlete in the world, who won a World Title in less than what, 6 days, I don’t care. The fact is Allocco, you like James stand in my way and I am not going to just allow this to be taken away from me. FOUR times I have reached the finals, FOUR times I have come up short. What you represent is not real, your morals are a farce, up until recently your role models were Ace Marshall and Cassidy Carter, what does that say about your character, man?
It says it in bold letters you’re a buffoon.
The whole pretty boy, good sportsmanship act is old and useless, there is only one person here that plays by the rules and she is too young to get what must be done, yet. Alistaire, you have family lineage, your daddy was a pro wrestler, before my time, I think he was still around some when I first started, doesn’t matter. You feel self-entitled as well, you were way to green to be World Champion and like me, it set you back some as a rookie. This is a good way to get back into it, be able to win a Trios, call your shots, sound great on paper. I mean, look at you, a former football star, the handsome features, I mean you are the real deal, purity and virginity at its finest….
That’s cool Alistaire.
As you well know, I’m a dirty bitch. I have a potty mouth, slept with boys and girls, smoked pot a few times, drink when I want, hell I even throw some painkillers in there when I want to pass out and have a good night sleep. I attack people, I fight, I claw, bite, cheat, whatever, it doesn’t matter if I haven’t done it in the past, it wasn’t invented. Who we are is different now, as we get older, we change, that is the natural progression of life and maturity. You are nothing more than the poster child, a walking nativity scene….
And so full of shit, you smell like an out-house.”
Mikaela chuckles a little. Regan rolls her eyes, she paces back and forth in front of the Miracle Mile, wondering where some of these people come from. Alistaire bugs her, he is the kind to get on her last nerve as she believes he’s all show, deep down inside he’d do anything to win, a weasel in her boo. Disappointed in James Evans, Regan feels he’s being caught up in the moment and not realizing who or what he is teaming with and has allowed the shine of Trios stray him in the wrong direction. She turns and speaks to the camera….
“Between James trying to be a badass and a comedian, Alistaire all smoke and mirrors as he doesn’t believe in a damn thing that is right and just, the third asshole is Casterillo. A big man with no remorse and dangerous, that’s great he’s also the biggest sellout and crybaby in the SCW. For a badass you make a shit ton of excuses and I don’t know why I am even bothering talking to you, I would have a more intelligent conversation talking to this wall. See Casterillo, while you maybe intimidating, I’m the baddest bitch in this match, I will tear you down limb by limb if I must. You, like your other two partners want the same thing the other seven teams want….
The golden ticket to anything you desire.
Problem is like every other team that does not have me in it, you are in my way. I don’t’ care about your bruised ego or whatever it is you think will happen at Trios in my city, instead I will give you a sneak preview, how about I choke you out? Just like I choked out Datura? Just like I choked out Ryan Watson and forced the princess to give me my rematch for the Adrenaline Championship? Maybe then you can ignore it? Pretend it never happened? See Casterillo, it’s people like you, I fucking hate. Own up to your failures, I do, much as it pains me and when this is all over, you can then deny yourself the reality….
You are NOT on my level and the way I am feeling right now, I will take out all my anger and frustration on you three clowns. Blame Datura!
Does it stop there? Syren, Bree Lancaster, Giovanni Aries, Chris Cannon, Andrew Raynes, Marie Jones, Aaron Blackbourne… the kid with the Addy title shot, The Red Empire, newcomers like Kandis, Kim Williams, Goddard and Peyton Rice who my husband is damn proud of as one of his top students in Ante Up, amongst others ALL of whom will have their own teams and will stand as another blockade for me and my partners. One thing is for sure, I will NOT allow someone like Syren a chance to win the Trios Contract and have it all fall on Katya’s lap and her hands….
No fucking way!
I have been doing this long enough, last year was it, Josh Hudson, Selena Frost and Donovan Kayl took it, I ended up empty handed again! I am NOT in the mood this weekend, I will not start off on two PPV’s going o-for, I am not sitting idly by anymore and watch others get the opportunity’s I deserve. I stumbled, tripped up out of the gate and now I need to prove myself time and time again against the very best.
Datura ran….
Well the rest of the field in the Trios Tournament should have ran also. Because when I look at my team, I see hungry lions. Kellen Jeffries, who I have known a long time and was dating my cousin, Kennedy back in the NEWA days, a dangerous wrestler with great skill and ring presence in the ring. I know how bad he wants to prove himself, he gets it now when there was a time when he didn’t, his head is screwed on straight and I am happy to have him as a partner. The other is Glory Braddock, a woman who came up in the same city as the Streets, an icon and legend, someone who has a career span and accomplishments everyone wished they could even claim to half of it when it is all said and done. Glory is a veteran, a woman that knows how to do it in the ring and while we may not know each other, I will tell you that we along with Kellen are going to get it done in the ring and in the tournament.
This is the first time in a long time that I feel this team can go all the way. I can grandstand right now if I chose. Tell them all that I am the captain. That’s not how it works, just come here, do your fucking job and we win, get our contacts and go the hell home. Cash in, your dreams come true….
Simple as that!
It starts with Casterillo, Evans and Allocco….
It ends with Glory Braddock, Kellen Jeffries and Regan Street with Trios Contracts!”
Taking a deep breath, the gorgeous Regan soaks it up all in, the chance to make something happen, to really make things right and come back with the one contract that has alluded her for so long. She calls herself the Buffalo Bills of Professional Wrestling. Regan wants this so bad, it would solve all her problems and give her the moment she has been waiting her entire career….
Main Event Rise to Greatness…..
And that would make everything she has had to endure including Datura all worth it. She turns and speaks to the camera while looking down at her hand with the broken fingers….
“She broke my ring finger, I can’t put on the symbol of love that I have for my husband right now. So instead, I will use this to fuel my passion, my anger and most of all show my guile. This is it, I’m not going to allow someone like Syren or Allocco to write their ticket anywhere. I’m sorry, no one deserves this right now more than me. I was cheated out of my chance to face Datura, now I have to let this fester, burning up inside of me. If people like James Evans want to make light of shit, let him, if I am to get disrespected than fine, I will show back tenfold. I’ve been humbled, embarrassed, humiliated and brought back down to earth….
In all that, it has awoken THE HELLCAT, the one that Datura wanted and ran from….
And her loss, her cowardice will be felt upon this tournament…..
As each team will end their night in a CATastrophe!”
She stares into the camera, her eyes narrowing…..
“For in the Face of Failure lies hope and in hope?
Lies victory.
Roar…. Bitch…… Roar.”
Regan forms a scowl on her face, fists clenched and ready to bring home a Trios Contract.
FADE TO BLACK
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Regan Street 