“I don’t know what the fuck happened….
Suddenly I find myself disoriented, a bad taste in my mouth. I can’t recollect the last few hours which a bit is scary considering things were actually calm and nothing was going on…. NOTHING. I am such an idiot at times when I get so caught up with things that I often try to do too much, it happened with Datura and now it is happening now instead of taking a moment to step back and try to slow things down, assessing the situation before jumping in blind. Taking Hold of the Flame is here, now and it is my chance to Main Event, Rise to Greatness. Why do I allow things that have become beyond my control to instead destroy everything that I have worked for by always failing to do what is right all because I need to have my hands in everything, even the last word?
What the hell did I just do?
I can’t control myself, putting down my defenses when thinking it is all firmly in my grasp only to realize that I was being played the entire time. Why? Trying to clear my head and figure out what went wrong is only part of the equation, now what I have to do is damage control but how can I control some something and fix it when I never was in any sort of control in the first place? Wrestling has always been different; I am one of the best in the ring but even I was exposed back in January when I failed to do the one thing, I know I’m good at and that’s winning? When does it become helplessness and when do I start to give up hope at a battle I cannot win?
I can’t because I will never face one, I will not start believing in defeat when there is always a way to win. This though goes beyond wrestling, this goes beyond survival or even self-control, this goes beyond everything that I have tried to fix and bring into my fold so that I could finally have some semblance of saving my daughter from people that I know will hurt her. This digs deeper to Taking Hold of the Flame, the Adrenaline Championship, Xander Valentine, Giovanni Aries, The Beauty Factory and even Datura herself still wandering in her “way”. It goes beyond the trials and tribulations of Regan Street and what “The Hellcat” stands for in this company for I have always found a path to avoid extinction since the very first day I stepped foot into the ring….
And if I fail there, what do I have left?
I am losing as a mother; I am failing as a wife and I am not passing any tests as a woman that would know better than anyone the stakes at hand when it comes to this time of year so I ask myself again….
How can I be so stupid, how can I do that to myself and family.
Now she has the power….
And my job is to get it back, the problem is….
I don’t know if I can.”
THE RISE OF A HELLCAT
ENDGAME
The rundown boxing gym in the southside of Brooklyn was never opened earlier than 7 AM, they didn’t expect one of the top wrestlers in the SCW using it early the next morning after they had Breakdown that saw Regan again go at it with Konrad Raab and her attempt to help Selena against the Beauty Factory. The bag being punched echoed throughout the empty gym, there was Regan Street, wearing shorts and a Sports Bra, her fists taped, barefoot with her nails polished a matte baby white as she punched and kicked the bag harder and harder, with each force it seemed she was getting angrier, the blows were indicative that something was on her mind. David knew one of the gym owners, they had met before and he always stated that whenever any of the Helms family wanted to use it, they could.
Regan kept punching and kicking, a grunt, even a scream was let out with each thundering blow.
Brooklyn, New York
Thursday Morning 6 AM
5.30.19
So many thoughts running through her head, it finally all came to a pass. How long could a woman like her stay sane, known to be suffering from a chemical imbalance she takes medication for and since then has been very controlled. She even started to drink more, Regan wasn’t a stumbling drunk by any means she tended to once in a while go overboard, she seemed to do that a lot once she passed a certain point. Her life was changing, whether losing her best friend in Sienna Swann which she still didn’t know how that would turn out to what was going on between Chris and Kelcey, the recent incident which Regan didn’t know how to deal with and then finally a calculated mistake she made last week?
Maybe it was too much for the Hellcat and she was ready to implode.
Aloft Hotel
Brooklyn, New York
Thursday Morning 6 AM
5.30.19
Mikaela, Regan’s younger sister starts to stretch, she lies in bed in just her panties and a tank top, slowly rolling over, her long blonde hair hangs down, nails polished a baby pink. She ruffles her hair some and walks out of her room, Regan and she sharing a suite like always, it was hard for Mikaela considering Wyatt was there with Amy, Mikaela wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him but they at least were able to get a drink and hook up for a while in private, on the road with Amy Chastaine around and her new protégé, Kelsai Adamson-Mason didn’t seem very appropriate. The beautiful Mikaela walks into the kitchen and starts to coffee maker, she then makes her way toward Regan’s room where the door was closed, she knocks…
Mikaela: “Hey bitch, wake up. I have coffee going, I’ll make you a cup. Listen, I’m going to see Wyatt for a little bit afterwards, maybe we can all get some breakfast that way it doesn’t look like totally weird that I am with Amy and her husband, you are not. So, hurry up, do me this favor. I know you’re still mad about last night, it’s cool. Konrad is just a confused guy and Glory will bounce back. You admire her a lot, I think she appreciates it. So, hurry, okay?”
She doesn’t get a response, instead she just knocks again….
Mikaela: “Wake up, bitch!”
The young Street is a bit eccentric at times, giggling to herself, the kind of person that laughs to her own lame jokes. Making her way back to the kitchen, the cold tile floor under her feet, she starts to shiver a little before grabbing her coffee and then making one for Regan. She sits at the bar, looking at her phone for any updates about all the things that had been going on the last week with the horrible incident involving Kelcey. Mikaela sipped her coffee, she was still waiting for Regan, by then cup o’ joe was starting to get cold….
Mikaela: “Regs! Your coffee is getting cold!”
Regan was a very hard sleeper, when that woman was out, she was out and there wasn’t much that could wake her. Mikaela stepped off the stool and with a little more force, she knocked on the door again waiting for her sister to open it. Finally, she pushed it open and saw the bed empty and her gym bag gone. Tilting her head, she grabbed her phone and text Regan….
Where Are You?
She received no response. Mikaela sighed, waited a little longer before this time calling her sister and waiting for an answer, but no one picked up, went to voicemail. Regan had been distant, cold at times, very quiet, she was not acting the same and Mikaela was worried about her, thinking maybe it was just her starting to get a little anxious about Taking Hold of the Flame. She went into her room, put on a pair of jeans and t-shirt, flip flops, brushed her teeth, fixed her hair and walked up to the top floor where the gym was located, she couldn’t find her. Now starting to worry a little, she called again, right to voicemail…
Mikaela: “I don’t know where you are, but could you please pick up the phone, it is important and I am really starting to worry about where you are, Regs. Call me or text me back, please.”
She hangs back up, this time she walks over to Amy and Wyatt’s room. It is extremely early and the one thing she doesn’t want to do is wake up them up but at the same time, she is starting to get a bit concerned about Regan because she has not been acting herself. After a few moments of debating, she knocks on the door, it slowly opens as Wyatt is standing there in workout gear…
Mikaela: “Oh thank god, you are up.”
Wyatt: “I usually am up around this time these days, the perks of having your own gym, I guess. What’s wring, you seem a bit upset. Do you want to come in?”
Mikaela: “Yes, please.”
Wyatt: “Come in.”
He steps out of the way and Mikaela walks in, Amy is sitting at the bar drinking a cup of coffee, she too is in her work out gear….
Amy: “Hey you, we were headed out for walk around the park, care to join us?”
Mikaela: “Maybe later, I need to find Regan, when I woke up this morning she was gone. She never does this, usually waits for me to get up so we can both go and work out together but not this time. She’s been acting weird lately, I don’t know what is wrong, we have all seen it.”
Amy: “Did something happen?”
Mikaela: “I don’t think so. I mean she has been dealing with this ongoing problem with the Beauty Factory, trying to get Jennifer out of the contract and Laura continues to pull strings and make both her life and David’s a living hell. Besides, she has been going through some emotions as of late, it all started after that Datura match, I don’t know. She was starting to get better than the Beauty Factory shit happened and well…. I don’t know.”
Amy: “She hasn’t talked to you or anyone else about it?”
All Mikaela could do is shrug her shoulders, she didn’t know what else to say or how to respond….
Wyatt: “Where would she go?”
Mikaela: “I have no idea. I don’t know Brooklyn well. Maybe I am just overreacting and she’s going to show up any minute.”
Amy: “You said she was acting different, when did that happen?”
Mikaela: “A few days after Breakdown in Ottawa. We went back home, I didn’t see her for a few days, I called she answered, wasn’t very talkative. It wasn’t like her.”
Amy: “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure we can find out where she is, do you want our help? Would she be okay with that?”
Mikaela: I do, and I don’t care to be honest if she is okay with it or not, Regan needs to stop being so pig headed.”
My turned to Wyatt, she stood up and grabbed her things, heading to the door. Wyatt as well followed….
Amy: “Let’s check with Concierge first, see if she asked for any places, maybe the front desk knows. Sounds like a plan?”
Mikaela: “Yeah, thank you.”
Wyatt smiled to reassure Mikaela that everything was going to be alright. Mikaela had a right to be concerned, she knew her sister better than anyone not named David Helms. It was too early in California to be calling David, she wanted to wait until she knew that Regan was okay first, the last thing Mikaela wanted to do was start a panic.
They all left to go look for her sister.
One Week Ago
No one had heard much from Regan Street in the last few weeks aside from a few tweets. The Hellcat has seemed to have gone into isolation aside from her performances on Breakdown, whether she was defending her Adrenaline Championship, or she was fighting off the Wonderland and their agents, Regan searched for Xander Valentine after what he had done to Selena Frost’s family weeks prior. Konrad Raab seemed to be the latest, whether he was Black Ice or had become another agent of Giovanni Aries along with Damian Angel, didn’t matter, it seemed like Regan had her hands full with them. With Taking Hold of the Flame right around the corner, the Hellcat wanted to make sure that her ducks were in a row. Konrad was different, he was tougher, and she welcomed that, yet it was still a ploy, the man looked lost at times, she couldn’t feel sorry for him no matter what. Then there were all the other things that Regan was dealing with, the outside force of the Beauty Factory and her adopted daughter, Jennifer. The failed attempts at trying to get her out of the contract though Regan felt she had a few bargaining chips in her hand that could work her way.
After Making Things Right, everything changed for the Hellcat, she hadn’t lost a match since, determined and ready to do whatever it took to Main Event at RTG though in the back pocket, she had a Trios Contract she could use at anytime, anywhere, the question of course was, would the Hellcat go ahead and use it?
She did earn it, it was her right and if that was her intentions, she would let it be known after Toking Hold of the Flame, first though she wanted to try and win the match on her own merit and see who exactly was the defending Champion in the Main Event. The last week though was not like Regan Street, who was always calling her family, sometimes very burdening where she would not even realize how many times, she did it, always unaware of suffocating her daughter at times and the rest of her kids. She became extremely overprotective since Datura and now even with Xander after what he attempted against Selena Frost and her caravan. A few weeks ago, on Breakdown, she successfully defeated Konrad but at the same time ended up hurting her neck and shoulders a little, nothing a good massage or spa day wouldn’t fix.
Regan went back home for a few days, the SCW was not on the road the rest of the week after Breakdown in Ottawa.
After that, Regan seemed to be acting strangely.
Helms Home
Laurel Canyon, CA.
5.24.19
Regan was washing dishes, trying to clean up. She was wearing jeans, a Rolling Stones t-shirt and flip flops, her nails polished a matte baby white and her long blonde hair hung down. Gritting her teeth, forcibly washing the dishes and slamming then down on the rack, little Jay Helms looked over at her, he could see that Regan was upset, something was obviously on her mind while he sat watching TV. He hopped off the couch, walking over to her…
Jay: “Are you okay?”
He startled her as she jumped, infuriated for a second, she slammed her hands into the dishwater…
Regan: “Damn it Jay… don’t sneak up on me like that!”
Jay: “I’m sorry, is everything okay? You seem to be really upset.”
Regan: “I am fine, alright, I just need to get these dishes done before your dad gets home, I have some things I have to do and want the house to be cleaned, okay?”
Jay: “Okay….”
He started to walk away, Regan stopped the water and sighed, slamming the counter in frustration before walking over to Jay and squatting in front of him so they could be eye to eye. She started brushing his hair back some…
Regan: “I am so sorry, okay? I love you so much and I’m just having a bad day, alright? Pay no attention to me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll take you to the pier and we can get a hot dog and funnel cake, just the two of us, sound like a plan?”
Jay: “I would like that, I miss you.”
Regan: “Oh baby, I miss you too. I have been really busy lately, but I promise that I will make it up to you, okay?”
He nods as Regan gives him a big hug and kiss on the cheek. She gets back to the kitchen while Jay sits on the couch and watches TV. As she finishes up, her phone starts to vibrate, she looks over to see Jennifer calling her again. She has already tried to call six or seven times in the last twenty-four hours. Regan doesn’t answer, again gritting her teeth and trying to keep her composure…..
After about an Hour, she was outside spraying down the terrace, Regan was obviously trying to keep herself busy doing all kinds of different projects which to David who had arrived home was a red flag to him. He walked in; Jay was on the couch playing videogames…
David: “Hey son.”
Jay: “Hi dad.”
David: “Everything okay, you seem kinda sad?”
Jay: “It’s Regan. She’s really upset at stuff.”
David: “Stuff?”
A concerned look on his face formed, sitting next to his son….
David: “What kind of stuff, son?”
Jay: “She was banging the dishes really hard, then I scared her when I asked her what was wrong, and she snapped at me but later apologized and promised we go to the pier tomorrow for Hot Dogs and Funnel Cake.”
David: “Hey, she apologized which means she knew that she did something wrong. Regan is under a lot of stress lately, we have a lot going on with Jennifer, the SCW, she is a champion and has some new challenges, biggest match of the year happening in a few weeks, the travel is a lot for her and she wants to spend more time with us, don’t worry, it’s that time of year for a wrestler in SCW, Regan will be okay. Just remember to tell her you love her once in a while son, she would appreciate that.”
Jay: “I told her that I miss her. She misses me too. We hugged, she kissed me. I wish she would spend more time with us dad, she’s always gone for long periods of time.”
David: “You know something Jay, I bet she would love to hear you say that. Regan is one of the hardest working wrestlers in the business. She is also working on a music album. Ask her to take you to the studio some time.”
Jay: “Really?”
David: “Yup, I bet she would be so happy, and you could hear her sing, she is magically.”
Jay: “I will!”
David: “Where is she now, son?”
Jay: “Outside in the back, I think she is cleaning the deck, she went and bought one of those strong sprayer things…”
David: “Power washer!?”
Jay: “Yeah, they delivered it this morning.”
That was totally not like Regan. While she was the type of woman that didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, the last thing David would have ever thought he’d see his wife do is power wash the big deck they have. He ruffled Jays hair and stepped outside. There was his wife, this time wearing a bandana with her long blonde hair hanging in the back and sneakers instead of her flip flops. He made his way over to Regan, she was in deep thought, cleaning the floors when he tapped her on the shoulder, she quickly turned the sprayer off, looked over her shoulder and saw her husband. A forced smile came from her lips before she turned back around and started spraying again. Usually Regan is ecstatic to see David, so he knew something was off. David turned off the washer….
Regan lowered it and glanced over at her husband, what seemed to be annoyance…
Regan: “I wasn’t done.”
David: “What’s going on babe?”
Regan: “Nothing, I am cleaning. I want the house to look clean! I don’t want my husband and my kids to be walking around a dirty fucking house! That’s it, that is all I want babe. There is nothing going on here, I am simply trying to clean and get organized because once again I have to get back on the road and I won’t be back until the following Monday.”
David: “We can celebrate your 30th Birthday.”
Regan: “No, we are not celebrating shit. Matter of fact, I rather just come home and sleep all day.”
David: “If you win, we are not celebrating?”
She shakes her head, not even thinking about winning or any of that….
Regan: “I am not thinking about winning the Flame. I just want to go into that match, get my hands on Xander and the rest of the Lizard fearing fucks that this asshole Aries has and go from there. I have a Trios; I could be a bitch and cash it in on Syren or Sienna and the winner of the Flame. Don’t think I won’t.”
David: “Not for one second did I ever think this. Is the pressure starting to get to you? Are you sure that everything is okay? Don’t get mad, are you taking your meds?”
She sighs and rolls her eyes….
Regan: “Yes, I am taking my meds and no I am not letting the pressure get to me. I’m fine, just a little tired and trying to get some things done, that is all.”
David: “I know this stuff with the Beauty Factory is getting to you too, I promise we will find a way to get her out of the contract. It’s a tough road and we have been getting shot down at every turn. There is a loophole somewhere and we have the right people working on it. If there is one, heath will find it.”
Regan: “Yeah, I know. Until then, I’m not going to hold my breath. At this point, I would rather just let it run its course.”
David: “Huh?”
Regan: “Let the chips fall where they may, I don’t know, David. We can talk about this later, can I finish?”
David: “Yeah, I’m going to take Jay to the park, throw him some pitches, see how much he’s learned swinging a bat.”
Regan: “Okay, you should really have him join Little League, babe.”
David: “That’s the next step. Oh, and Jennifer texts me earlier, says you need to call her back or answer texts. Love you.”
Regan: “Yeah, okay. Love you too.”
They both share a kiss, David leaves and takes Jay to the park, her phone again had a couple of missed calls and a few texts. Regan flipped the phone over and placed it face down on the table while she continued to clean the deck. About thirty minutes has passed, Regan was done and sitting on the couch, wiping the sweat off her. She was untying her shoes when the door open, there stood Jennifer in a white sundress and thong sandals, her nails were a glossy coating and hair hung down…
Jennifer: “Mom? What the hell?”
Regan: “What, Jennifer?”
Jennifer: “Why are you not returning my calls? My texts? I thought something was wrong.”
Regan: “Yeah, now you know how I felt a few weeks back.”
Jennifer: “Really? Like that, I thought we were past this.”
Regan: “We are, I’m just really busy right now and see everything you’re doing on TV with the Beauty Factory, I saw all that shit with the modeling search. Big things, besides you have some stuff happening in the next few weeks. I figured you didn’t want your mom hounding you.”
Jennifer: “No, you not hounding worries me. I want to make sure that everything is okay here. Mom, seriously, what is going on? Not like you to not call and find out how I am doing, give me my daily does of finding ways to break my Beauty Factory contract.”
Regan doesn’t say anything, instead she slips off her sneakers and socks, kicks her feet up on the coffee table and is ready to turn on the TV….
Jennifer: “Mom, we are talking.”
Regan: “Are we? I thought we were done. I’m fine, just busy doing house chores today, I don’t; want to step on any toes, or what have not. So yeah, what else do you want me to say? I mean seriously, Jennifer? I’m not going to bother you anymore about that contract. You have made it clear that you’re going to handle it yourself.”
Jennifer tilts her head; this is not the Regan Street she knows. Examining her mother closely, she tries to figure out what she’s thinking at the present moment….
Regan: “Stop trying to read me. You wanted to handle things your way, every attempt I tried to make was either shot down or it was a dead end. Honestly Jen, I am tired of being on this wild goose chase. David almost lost Ante-Up Academy, he almost lost the property he owns in Boston, it’s just not worth it anymore trying to play Laura’s games. So, I’m out, I can’t do it so yeah, I’m done.”
Jennifer: “This is not you.”
Regan: “Well, maybe it should be then. You signed that stupid contract without consulting David and I first, then you make a big deal about abiding by it instead of helping us find a way out. David hasn’t given up, but me? The Beauty Factory has nothing to worry about from me. Don’t know what else to tell you, Jen, it seems like you are enjoying your time as a model, so life up the life and let the little people live theirs.”
She stands up and walks to the kitchen, Jennifer is an absolute shock that Regan is even thinking this way. The Hellcat pops open a beer and sits back on the couch, she starts sipping it, ready to watch TV but Jennifer snags the remote from her hands…
Jennifer: “We are talking! Why are you acting like a bitch to me right now!?”
Regan: “I’m not! All I am telling you is I am DONE with trying to get you out of that contract! Is that so had to comprehend!? I am giving you exactly what you want and instead you are taking it like I am leaving you out to dry and in a death sentence! You are the Beauty Factory; you signed the fucking contract! You kept shitting on me every time I fought to get you out, so much so that you even moved out of here and went on your own without even allowing me to be a part of that transition. I am giving you EXACTLY what you want and of you cannot handle it Jennifer, then I am sorry. Is this not what you want?”
Jennifer: “That’s not the point, you NEVER take a defeat!”
Regan: “Well maybe I need to start. I had to with Datura, I had to suck it up and look at all you in the eyes and tell my family I fucking failed! Well, I guess I am starting to trend in the hashtag Failed Mother department! I can’t help you anymore when it comes to this anymore, alright!? Enjoy Victoria Secret’s, Vogue and whatever else you have going.”
Jennifer: “Fine!”
She quickly turns and storms out of the house, Regan wants to follow her, she wants to tell her to stop and that she will fight to the end against the Beauty Factory, but the problem is….
She can’t….
Not anymore…..
Not after yesterday.
After the door slams shut, Regan screams and buries her face into the palms of her hands.
Brooklyn, New York
Thursday Morning 6 AM
5.30.19
As Regan thinks about the altercation, her eyes start to swell up, right hook after right hook continue to bury in the bag. She steps back pushes out some massive kicks, so hard they are starting to bruise the top of her feet. The Hellcat punches, kicks, whatever brings her comfort, she doesn’t even care how tired she is, instead Regan without any mercy attacks the bag…..
Fountain of Youth Spa
Beverly Hills, CA.
5.23.19
2:00 PM
Regan found herself out of whack, she landed pretty hard against Konrad Raab the night before. Taking an early flight in the morning, she tried to sleep but couldn’t, her shoulders and neck were too sore. Without really thinking about it, she used the gift that Willow Wilkes had given her, a nice visit to the Spa and against her better judgment, she went ahead and decided to use the gift. Regan didn’t think any of it, it was apparent that Willow, the EMERGE Champion had the hots for the Hellcat and maybe this sign of trust would help her get in with Willow and even use her to free Jennifer.
The place seemed legit, the man she was going to meet was Karl but first she had a complimentary facial, manicure and pedicure. Regan didn’t do this often, so it was nice to have a day for herself. She came dressed in a black summer dress and wedge sandals. Wearing a strapless bra and thongs, she stripped down to her underwear. While waiting she was given complimentary herbal green tea throughout the day, she laid on her stomach on the massage table, a warm blanket over her, feet elevated and face down as Karl, a pretty big muscular man worked on her shoulders and neck….
Karl: “How does it feel Ms. Helms?”
Regan: “Fucking awesome…. Sorry if I cursed.”
Karl “Not at all. You wrestle, I see?”
Regan: “Yeah, if that’s what you want to call it, sometimes I fight, brawl, scrap, you get the picture and…. Oww…..”
Karl: “You are very tight on your shoulder but nothing we can’t fix. The girls told me to be gentle, I hear you’re a champion.”
Regan: “Yeah… that’s nice of them but I don’t need anyone to be gentle, give me everything you…. Have.”
Karl: “Yes ma’am just tell me if it’s too much.”
Regan: “I will, thanks.”
Karl kept massaging her, Regan was loose, comfortable and relaxed, she was feeling really tired, didn’t sleep much after the event last night. He kept rubbing on her shoulder then moved to her neck….
Karl: “How does that feel?”
Regan: “…. Really good…..”
Karl: “Feeling a bit tired?”
Regan: “Yeah…. Been a long twenty-four hours, a bit jet lagged.”
Karl: “Would you like some water?”
Regan: “No…. I’m fine…. Thanks.”
Karl: “Okay, let me know if I can get anything.”
She slowly nods as Karl moves her long blonde hair to the side and applies more pressure on the neck and shoulders, once he is done, he walks over to her legs and feet, ready to massage her lower body, uncovering the blanket and grabbing her left leg …
Karl: “Let me know how hard you want me to apply pressure to your legs, Mr. Helms.”
She doesn’t answer back. He places her leg down and turns her head, she is asleep. He nods and covers her back up and walks out. A few minutes later he walks back in holding the door open for Willow Wilkes who is dressed in black pleather pants, open toed heels and a black halter top, her long hair straight down and nails polished red, she turns to Karl and hands him a large wad of cash….
Willow: “I’ll take it from here, you just make sure no one comes in.”
Karl: “Yes ma’am.”
Karl puts up the Do Not Disturb sign, and locks the door, walking to the back as he says Jason King flirting with the other masseuses at the front desk……
Brooklyn, New York
Thursday Morning 6:30 AM
5.30.19
Regan starts to grunt, hitting the bag harder and harder, her knuckles even taped seemed like they were ready to bleed, she was exhausting herself, there wasn’t a damn thing that was going to stop Regan from releasing this anger. At Breakdown last night, she had to put up appearances though going after Konrad didn’t exactly pan out, it didn’t matter, she was trying to release some aggression and let everyone know that she was ready for Taking Hold of the Flame. What she didn’t expect was that her plan seemed to hit a misfire, she started to kick the bag almost off its hooks. She finally collapsed to her knees from exhaustion, still holding the bag, trying her best to keep punching it. What Regan did was mess up, she didn’t use her instincts, instead she played right into Willow’s trap…..
And it only became worse when she woke up…..
Fountain of Youth Spa
Beverly Hills, CA.
5.23.19
4:00 PM
Her green eyes slowly open, a little disoriented, lifting her head, still lying flat on her stomach. She was in the same position before she fell asleep, looking around feeling Karl massaging her foot before placing it back down and walking over to Regan who he noticed was awake…
Regan: “Did…. Did I fall asleep?”
Karl: “You did and that’s okay, I get that a lot. How about you drink this glass of mineral water and you’ll feel better.”
Regan: “Thank you.”
He helps Regan sit up and hands her the water as she drinks it rather quickly. She then wipes her mouth and nods. Karl hands her a robe, her clothes sit on the chair…
Karl: “No rush, whenever you are ready, you can step out, we are done. How do you feel?”
Regan: “Groggy but refreshed, Thank you.”
Karl: “Anytime.”
Regan was able to get dressed, she waved at the others in the shop, seemed like she was in there for about a few hours, maybe slept for an hour of it if that. She placed her sunglasses on her face and walked out to her Jeep parked by the side of the building. As Regan pulls out the keys from her purse, she stops seeing Willow Wilkes sitting in the passenger seat of her Jeep. The Hellcat shakes her head and walks over, refusing to climb in until Willow climbed out….
Regan: “Get out of my Jeep, one and two, I guess you were following me. I’m not in the mood, I’m tired and I would like to go home and enjoy the rest of my afternoon since I’m feeling pretty good.”
Willow: “The grogginess goes away in about an hour.”
Regan: “Ah, so you are an expert in massages, I take it.”
Willow: “No, the drug I slipped in your green tea.”
Regan’s eyes widen, slowly taking her sunglasses off her face, staring daggers into Willow. Her fists clenched, she threw her purse in the back seat, took off her sandals and threw them in the back too…
Willow: “You’re going to ruin your pedicure; the concrete will do you no wonders.”
Regan: “I don’t give a shit, get out, now so I can kick your ass!”
Willow: “Calm down, if you get too worked up you could faint and crack your skull on the pavement, I have seen it happen before, not a pretty sight.”
Regan: “What did you do, Willow!?”
Willow: “Relax, you were out for about 30-45 minutes, no one even noticed, I made sure to give you a small dose of smelling salt to wake you up before I left. Now, if you would allow me to explain instead of getting all angry over nothing, that would be fantastic.”
Regan: “Over nothing!? What the fuck did you do to me!?”
Willow smiles, taking out her phone and showing some pictures, she starts swiping as a cold chill ran up Regan’s spine, how the hell did she fall for her trick and games, how could she be so stupid and now Willow stands there with all the cards in her hands…
Regan: “I’m going to ask you one time, delete those pictures and get out of my Jeep!”
Willow: “You know I can’t do that but what I would like for you to do is sit down in here right now and talk to me.”
Regan: “No.”
Willow: “Okay, then I will send these to Jennifer, and I am sure she would be torn apart that I can get to her strong and powerful mother with ease like I did Kelsai.”
Regan is torn, she doesn’t know what to do. Willow shrugs her shoulders and is ready to hit send, that prompts Regan to sit in the Jeep next to her….
Willow: “Put your feet on my lap.”
Regan: “Fuck you.”
Willow: “Relax, I’m kidding, just a little humor. Regan, I like you a lot and I had to fight my inhibitions in there because you know I could have done a lot worse than taking a few selfies with the Sleeping Hellcat. This is enough for your daughter to fall apart at the seams and you know it. Don’t worry, David doesn’t need to know. I actually respect your husband, he treated me well in UWA when he didn’t have to. I wouldn’t do that to your marriage, even I have limits but this crusade? This mission you’re in to take Jennifer out of the Beauty Factory? It stops today.”
Regan: “You know damn well I will never stop until I get my daughter out.”
Willow: “Shame, for I am sure she would love to see these pics knowing her mommy is exactly like Datura made her to be, a pussycat.”
Regan grabs Willow by the top and is ready to punch her but Wilkes again puts the phone in her face, her thumb on the send button….
Regan: “I will fucking tear you apart!”
Willow: “I love it when you talk dirty, but I must ask that you take your hands off me now or I will send her pictures. Don’t make this any harder than what it is. I have what I want, memories and a chance to touch your soft skin….”
A trembling Regan is ready to punch Willow’s nose into her cranium, teeth gritting, turning beet red while Willow and the Hellcat lock eyes….
Willow: “You have a choice, you could hit me, probably knock me out and ruin my face, it would make you feel better but those pics are still in my cloud safe and sound, you will not be able to delete them. Or, you can accept that once again you LOST, this time to another smarter woman. I don’t want to harm you, the world needs Regan Street, it needs the Hellcat and you might think that I am lying but I like Jennifer and I have protected her. See, the Beauty Factory serves a purpose and I need that purpose, I need to make sure Laura doesn’t lose touch or control and by doing this? Allowing you and David to pursue this contract mess? It puts it in jeopardy. We can work together Regan; you get what you want….”
Willow runs her index finger across Regan’s arm gently….
Willow: “I get what I want….”
Regan: “Touch me again, picture or no picture, I will break every bone in your hand.”
Willow: “Fine, let go of me then, I promise you that I will not do anything with these pictures except maybe pleasure myself…”
Regan looks on in disgust….
Willow: “And you? Now you are indebted to me and first, you will drop this pursuit of Jennifer’s contract. Second? I’m going to need a little favor when the time comes but it’s not necessary right now. Do we have a deal?”
The Hellcat continues gritting her teeth, biting down on the jaw, trembling in anger, so many thoughts running through her head, she doesn’t know which way to go but for the sake of her daughter, she agrees with Willow, the last thing Regan wants to do is look weak in front of her. The Hellcat reluctantly nods and let’s go of Willow who fixes her top and smiles. She steps out of the Jeep and walks around to the other side where Regan is….
Willow: “I knew you would understand. I am madly infatuated with you Regan. Every time I think about you, I can’t control myself. Today I showed control, that’s how much I respect you. So, I want you to keep that in the back of your mind. Make it worth my time? And I will delete these pictures and no longer have this hanging over our head. It all starts with you.”
Regan: “Leave.”
Willow: “Of course…..”
She leans into Regan’s face who doesn’t budge, the two lock eyes as Willow slowly licks The Hellcat’s cheek. Surprisingly Regan does nothing but stare at her wanting to gauge her eyes out and break her neck. Willow backs up and licks her lips before getting into the passenger seat of black Chrysler 300 that Jason King is driving, they speed off.
Tears start to form in Regan’s eyes from anger, slowly bringing her hand up and wiping her cheek of the saliva Willow left. She leans back and stares at the sky before losing and pounding on the steering wheel and dashboard over and over….
Brooklyn, New York
Thursday Morning 6:45 AM
5.30.19
Regan slowly tries to stand, the top of her feet and hands are bruised, she doesn’t care. All she could think about was that moment when Willow took away her control. Regan again takes a deep breath and starts punching and kicking the bag, this time screaming louder and louder until she realizes there is someone watching her. The Hellcat stops, dripping in sweat, holding the bag smeared in her perspiration. It is none other than her baby sister, Mikaela….
Regan: “What are you doing here?”
Mikaela rolls into the ring, she sees Regan’s feet and then her hands quickly grabbing them….
Mikaela: “Self-mutilation!? Remember what you said to me when I was trying to get over Alex!? What the hell is going on with you!? I had to finally call David and wake him up, he told me you were asking about this place yesterday!? Why didn’t you tell me!? What is wrong!? Jennifer is worried! David and Jay are worried! I am worried! Is it Kelcey!?”
Regan: “I don’t want to talk about Kelcey.”
Mikaela: “Then what is it!”
Regan: “Go back to the hotel, Miks!”
Suddenly a familiar voice catches Regan’s attention, it was Amy’s as she walks up from behind the corner, Regan’s eyes narrow, her body completely deflates, turning to Mikaela….
Regan: “Why did you bring her here? WHY!?”
Mikaela: “Because she was willing to help me find you!”
Amy: “Mikaela, why don’t you go outside with Wyatt, let me talk to her, okay?”
Mikaela: “But… I….”
Amy: “Trust me, please.”
Mikaela: “Okay.”
Mikaela never stops staring at Regan as she leaves, Regan stands there looking down at Amy who is on the floor….
Amy: “Are you coming down or am I going up?”
Regan: “Amy, this has nothing to do with you or Mikaela, just leave.”
Amy: “I’m sorry about Kelcey….”
Regan: “…. I am NOT going to talk about Kelcey! Go…. Now.”
Amy: “You are the one person that knows better than anyone that I am not good at following direction.”
Amy slides into the ring and stands face to face with Regan. She grabs her arm; Regan tries to pull away but is exhausted. Amy starts ripping the tape off her knuckles and throws it out of the ring, she looks down at her hands, they are almost bruising….
Amy: “Why?”
Regan: “You wouldn’t understand.”
Amy: “No? Try me.”
Regan: “You wouldn’t get it!”
Amy: “I have been through hell and back, you know that. I also know you have been through the same, we are both survivors of abuse and we made it a pretty damn good compelling case that it motivated us to be the best we could. I have a great family and a happy life, successful and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I know you don’t want to hear this, but we are like family with the ties existing.”
Regan: “You’re right, I don’t.”
Amy: “Are you happy with your family?”
Regan turns away and nods….
Regan: “They are everything I have.”
Amy: “Then what is going on? I don’t want to pry but Regan, the people closest to you are worried sick about what is going on here. Mikaela is terrified that you haven’t taken your pills. I know David is worried sick, he sounded like it on the phone. What happened, something happened. Look, if you don’t want to tell anyone, fine. Just know that whatever it is, you can trust me to be silent about it. Dies it have to do with your kids?”
Regan starts to tear up, again she looks away trying so hard to keep her composure…..
Amy: “Regan? Now you’re scaring me. Let me help you. We are not enemies; we are not adversaries. The last time we spoke we shook hands and buried the hatchet. Since then I have seen the REAL Regan Street. I know it is hard to deal with things that involve your family, always trying to protect them and at times, there is the feeling nothing you can do will change that.”
Regan: “I fucked up.”
Amy: “How?”
Regan: “I gave them the power, Amy I had control and I threw it away.”
Amy: “What are you talking about?”
Regan: “Jennifer, the Beauty Factory. I was this close to getting her out, I was this close from freeing her away from the likes of Laura and that damn company. I got too cocky, too comfortable, too confident. Ans now I can’t even take the time to digest what happened to Kelcey. Because I screwed and what can of parent am I when I can’t even protect my own kids?”
Amy: “We are all human, Regan.”
Regan: “They create this huge aura about us as wrestlers, as this larger than life superheroes that are invincible and yet, here I am killing myself in guilt over what I did. I can’t have my daughter see how stupid and vulnerable I made myself out to be.”
Regan collapses to the mats right on her buttocks, it seemed like the strings were cut from a puppet, she sat there leaning forward, barely able to stay conscious. Amy grabs a bottle of water that Street had by her bag and made her drink it…..
Amy: “Drink and stop being so damn stubborn. Now what happened?”
Regan: “…. Wilkes.”
Amy’s eyes widen, fully aware of what Willow Wilkes is capable of doing considering she practically ran Kelsai Adamson-Mason, her protégé out of EMERGE. Amy was told what happened by Kelsai, she carefully grabs Regan’s hand….
Amy: “What did she do?”
Regan: “Does it matter? She drugged me, I woke up, thought everything was fine, I was at some massage place, went to my car and there she was. I was under the impression I fell asleep during the massage, no… she spiked my tea and she took some pics while I was out. Said that she would use them and show my daughter if I didn’t drop the contract stuff. I gave her the power, Amy…. I gave her the fucking power…..”
Now Regan can’t hold it in anymore, she starts to cry. Amy brings her closer, resting her head on Chastaine’s shoulder, biting down on her jaw, nostrils flaring….
Amy: “I’m going to help you because we both have a horse in the race.”
Regan: “No….”
Amy: “It’s not open for discussion and this stays between us.”
Regan looked up at Amy and nods, it was hard for Regan to show weakness right before the huge Taking Hold of the Flame Battle Royal, it didn’t matter, the sorrow will turn into anger, the sadness into rage and the fear into motivation….
For sooner or later?
Regan still has the one piece of the puzzle no one can take from her….
A Trios Contract.
SCENE FADES
“How do I tell my kids to be careful and not fall into traps when I am the idiot who did? How do I fix a situation that right now I have no control over, and they have all the power? How can I look into Jennifer’s eyes and admit her mother was a fool and fell for the games and now can’t do a damn thing about it except do as they asked while my husband things I’m fucking crazy and my kids believe I am simply giving up?
I’m no quitter.
Even in losses, when I peeled myself off the mat whether it would be broken, shattered, whatever, the fact remained I came back to fight another day. I will NEVER walk away from the battles that are presented in front of me and I will NEVER conform to the needs, wants and wishes of others even if they are trying to blackmail me. The fact is simple, I can’t let anyone know what happened, no one because if they did, I would be looked upon as weak, incompetent and desperate. I admit, I was fooled, I’m smarter than this, I have the instincts but one comfort I have in all of this, it seems like she is going to business for herself.
This isn’t a Beauty Factory, the woman is crazy, obsessed and she wants me anyway she can….
So, by doing what she did, it was a teaser. This was her way to let me know that she is now in charge and what gives, which right now I can’t handle. I have too much on my plate. I have an Adrenaline Championship to defend, waiting for Datura to show up and her cryptic tweets, Xander Valentine needs to be dealt with one way or another, same with this Wonderland and finally the Beauty Factory and my daughter yet all I am doing right now is adding more to my plate, making distractions during the most important time of the year. I have the means to get what I want, yet I’ll do it the right way.
I will get through this, I will find some means of retribution and when this is all over, I will erase the mistakes I made and turn this into a positive. I am not going to let anyone control my actions and I will NOT allow anyone to strip me of my dignity and ability to defend myself anymore. Maybe this was what I needed to open my eyes and realize these people don’t play by any set of rules and instead all they want?
Is to destroy what I have created for myself and family.
I’m not running, I won’t be afraid…
Bring your worst because you damn well know….
I’ll bring mine.”
A HELLCAT TO THE FLAME
The Scene Opens….
The Cathedral-Basilica of Notre-Dame de Québec, located at 16, rue de Buade, Quebec City, Quebec, is the primatial church of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Quebec. This church is the oldest church in Canada and was the first church in Canada to be elevated to the rank of minor basilica, by Pope Pius IX in 1874. Located on this site since 1647 and was given the name Notre-Dame de la Paix. The cathedral has twice been destroyed by fire throughout the centuries. A previous iteration of the church was destroyed during the Siege of Quebec in 1759. It was rebuilt from plans by Gaspard Joseph Chaussegros de Lery draughted in 1743. The Belltower however, was designed by Jean Baillairge who also oversaw construction. The interior was designed by also his son François from 1786–1822. In 1843, François’ son, Thomas, suggested a reconstruction of the façade to resemble the church of Sainte-Geneviève in Paris, resulting in the finest Neo-classic façade in Quebec. The cathedral was richly decorated with impressive works of art Baldaquin, canopy, episcopal throne dais, Stained Glass windows, paintings, and chancel lamp, a gift of Louis the XIV of France. In 1922 the church was again gutted by fire, this time by the Canadian faction of the Ku Klux Klan, and restored by architects Maxime Roisin and Raoul Chenevert. Raoul Chenevert added a presbytery beside the Cathedral in 1931-32. In 2014 the cathedral celebrated its 350th anniversary. As part of the celebrations, a Holy Door was constructed—the second outside Europe and only the eighth in the world. The holy door was opened on December 8, 2013 and remained open until December 28, 2014. It again opened from December 8th, 2015 to November 20th, 2016 for the Extraordinary Jubilee of Mercy after which it was sealed until 2025.
Here is where we find the beautiful “Hellcat” of the SCW, Regan Street who is about to celebrate a birthday on the day of Taking Hold of the Flame where she will be turning thirty. The Hellcat has been through a bit of a run outside the ring, something happened to her that has changed everything and only fed into her anger. It was already on red alert after what happened to Selena Frost at the hands of Giovanni Aries, then he and Damian Angel tried to interfere with her Adrenaline Championship match as she defeated Konrad Raab who became Black Ice during the match. Even though Regan has a Trios Contract in her back pocket, the gorgeous blonde is looking to win THoTF and go on to the Main Event at RTG against Syren or Sienna, whoever wins. Wearing jeans, black boots and a matching halter top with leather jacket, her long hair straightened and hanging down, nails a baby pink and glasses covering her green eyes with the Adrenaline Championship draped over her shoulder. Mikaela is with her wearing jeans, sneakers and a hooded sweater, no polish on her nails and long hair hanging down, she nods as the recording begins…
REC:
The Hellcat takes a second to absorb everything around her before she finally turns to the camera and speaks in her direct yet sexy voice….
“While I may not speak the language here most of the people in Canada are super nice which is both a breath of fresh air and mind-wrenching at the same time. I want them to try and cut in front of me, throw trash on the ground, give someone the finger and yet, Mikaela and I could be lost and some dude on a scooter will literally drive us to our final destination and not even flinch or ask for a tip. I used to shit on this place, I won’t anymore, it’s like Disney World created its own country. See, I felt a little religious, seems like the SCW is on its ear, we have all these magical creatures being called up by one crazy asshole who believes V: The Final Battle is still running on the Friday night line up on CBS. Giovanni Aries used to simply be entertaining, I got a kick out of watching him and Ace Marshall duke it out until the very end because those were two stains on the proverbial underwear of the SCW that could have eliminated one another, unfortunately you can’t count on Marshall to do anything so whatever, as I will make it a side note to chuck his ass over the top rope coming Taking Hold of the Flame.
IF he shows.
I have something, none of you have except for Kellen Jeffries and Glory Braddock, a Trios Contract. You are looking at three wrestlers who could use this power anyway they want. Now, I could go the Syren way, sit on my ass, fake an injury, do practically nothing for six months and cash this bad boy in at RTG XVI and neither her NOR Sienna could do anything about it, depending on which of the two would come out the winner. I am not thinking that way though, I’m not a vulture or a scavenger, I want to win this match on my own merit and no other way. That is why I AM the BEST damn Wrestler in the World; It’s not a moniker or a cool slogan to end my speeches; this is why I set the bar every time I step foot in the ring to wrestle. I hold the Adrenaline Championship, not to be denied what is my right, oh no, not at all. Today I wanted to show you what smoke and mirrors is all about. It seems like the Wonderland, Xander Valentine, Damian Angel and Konrad Raab are a bunch of idiots, zombies, drones following the delusion of ONE man. It’s simple to twist words, tell anyone who is willing to listen for shits and giggles that this Lizard Empire is running everything YET the one guy who is accusing everyone?
Isn’t even participating in the Flame and why? He thinks because he won it last year that suddenly it doesn’t exist anymore, it belongs to him.
What about the other fourteen times it was won before you, man? So basically, you are carrying a faux win too according to your theory because the original one never made back fourteen years ago? Giovanni Aries, I wish you were in this match, I want to kick your fucking ass so bad right now. Look what you did to Konrad Raab? Ever watch the Exorcist? Demons preying on children’s minds, there you go infecting that poor man-baby’s head and confusing the hell out of him with a rainbow mask? His fucking speeches look like he’s vomiting Skittles. Next, we are going to see him leading the next Pride March in Los Angeles. All kidding aside, the reason I came to this cathedral? It once harbored the Canadian version of the Ku Klux Klan. A house of worship, a place where people come and pray to their God for hope and forgiveness was harboring hate and fear.
This Wonderland?
Is the same shit.
Don;t worry, you’re not wearing hoods or burning crosses, chill out. Instead it’s a simple front, a cover for the greed and irresponsibility of one man. He stole a children’s book and made his own world out of it, by bastardizing and manipulating every single negative thing that happens to that crazy idiot to fit his agenda. Well? Xander Valentine, I don’t care if you are aligned with him or not, you are the biggest dude in this match and it’s not going to take MANY people to oust you, oh no, it’s going to take ONE Hellcat. It seems like that “Syrenitis” is contagious, staying away from the ring with your girl, only showing up to take a cheap shot at Regan Street. Look at me you big piece of shit and understanding that I am not only on a mission, I plan to turn some heads in this years Taking Hold of the Flame, I am not going to need to use this Trios, I WILL Main Event at RTG XVI and then, I’ll go on to become the World Champion against one of two women I have a lot of history with.
First? I must get past the Wonderland, it’s agents, allies and anyone else that thinks they can stand in my way.”
Regan glances over at the Adrenaline Championship for a moment, it has been quite the whirlwind lately in Regan’s personal and professional life. It has become such a trial and tribulation with the Hellcat, knowing that things seem to be falling apart with her family. The Kelcey situation, Kennedy Street, what happened to Selena Frost, the Beauty Factory and her daughter, it’s finally come to ahead and the Hellcat is more than ready. She turns and speaks to the camera as Mikaela watches….
“Last week Konrad wanted to get cute, so he tried to take me out, big mistake. You should have listened to us, to Glory and I get it. Giovanni is all riding high on some rocket cycle as the United States Champion, what he has done to that Championship alone should have him stripped of it. Sasha is trying to be fair, equal, sure but I didn’t step into Tactical Warfare and help my team win to watch this freak or Dark Fantasy or The Beauty Factory have their way. The World Title right now is in a flux, a tug of war and it’s about damn time someone takes it from either one. I’m not going to worry about that now, instead this is about the biggest match of the year where 39 other wrestlers are vying for the chance to be immortal. Only TWO women have ever won this match, the first Kelcey Wallace, the second Ravyn Taylor, I think it’s about time a 3rd takes it home. When I look at the field of competitors it’s a who’s who. Yes, I have my targets, it’s pretty obvious that Xander and anyone aligned with the Wonderland are my first order of business.
It doesn’t stop there.
Some unknowns are jumping in the mix, established stars that want to get back to prominence, former World Champions who want to repeat being in the biggest match of the year. The trick about this contest, the hardest one to win on the SCW calendar, it’s about more than just the luck of the draw. Skills, smarts, being a great wrestler? All that plays a factor and still, all it takes is ONE mistake to get thrown over the top rope and down to the floor. Last year I was in the ring for over 45 minutes, I had the most eliminations, Selena Frost took me out and then paid for it at Rise to Greatness, she didn’t want me in the Main Event, yet she was in THE Main Event of that night. This year it’s a little different and just like in Best of the Best and any other match we find ourselves locked in, the two of us are never to wrestle in a singles bout again?
The Flame changes that.
I understand that certain people are going to make this match about the top dogs who run the yard, pump out their chest, make their claims, run through the process, follow the script, yada yada, Selena knows that if it comes down to us two, I will fight her tooth and nail to the very end until I throw her out of the ring, call it payback, call it destiny, call it whatever you like. Kennedy, Rachel Tatum Lee, my girl who I am so happy to have back, this is what the Flame is all about. There are no friends, every single person who enters at whatever number they choose have will have to take the long walk to the ring. I have been number one; I went all the way to the end only to be eliminated with three or four wrestlers left. That has been the story of my career though, always there, coming close, whether it was Trios or this, didn’t matter but here’s the thing, I have ALWAYS overcome any obstacle put in that way. If Datura ever shows up again, I will beat her, whatever it takes in this match, I’ll do it, and this is the reason I have a huge target on my back. There are some wrestlers who are returning, like Rachel she earned this chance, sat away from the sport for a year, there are others who show up when it’s convenient like Josh Hudson…
Seriously?
How many times are you going to quit? Come back? Quit? Come back? Quit? There was a time I admired you, a blast from the past that actually made some sense and now you sound worse than Dark Fantasy and even CHBK it’s even possible. The Main Event for RTG XVI is sacred ground, it’s not for one of these fly by nights to come and take it. Some make sense, others don’t. Ace Marshall’s batteries come on in May, they last until September and then he’s gone again, the resident snowbird of the SCW. I don’t care what these two have accomplished, they are NOT in the grind week in and out, I can at least say many of the competitors are out their doing it every Breakdown, house shows, putting in the time, forget this “Elite” or “Legendary” status crap, until you retire and put in the Hall of Fame, you work like everyone else including me.
For I will make sure that if I do not walk out with the Flame?
That someone deserving will.”
Mikaela smirks and nods, seeing the passion and fire in Regan’s eyes. Her sister is determined to stand tall in the end though it will be difficult with such a strong field of competitors. Regan though is focused; she will do whatever she can to once again dominate a match like this. Last year she had a strong showing, but Selena Frost ended her night, now Regan sees her as an ally but like the Hellcat stated, there are no friends when it comes to The Flame. Holding the Adrenaline Championship proudly, Regan turns back and speaks….
“I’m not going to run down the list of competitors, it’s a waste of my time, they are all in the same boat. The SCW is a place where only the best compete, I failed to protect this company back in January, I allowed an outsider to come in and defeat me, make her words gospel, since then something clicked, laying there that night with my fingers broken in my own home, losing in my hometown, it gave me a lot to ponder on. I was NOT going to take it lying down, I was ready to make a statement and I ran Datura out of the SCW hoping one day with her little cryptic tweets she comes back, maybe in Taking Hold of the Flame? Whatever, I am ready for anything, I refocused, remembered what was most important to Regan Street, looking at my family, disappointed I let them down, not again….
I will NOT do that again.
Instead, I am ready to continue a career year that started with a great fall, picking myself back up, dusting off the dirt and taking a Trios Contract, an Adrenaline Championship, an undefeated streak since that night in Los Angeles at Making Things Right all the way to RTG XVI in Texas. Every year I have gone on to the big dance and only once have I lost, and do you think I forgot it? Hey Syren, I remember 2016, pray to God that Sienna beats you, bitch. I will call my shots now, when my music hits, my number is called up you will see a Hellcat who is not walking out of there until the very last wrestler is eliminated. For seven years on MY birthday of all the days I will give myself a treat and a present worthy of 30 years. I’ve heard the other comments; I have seen what such greats like Glory Braddock, prodigy’s like Alistaire Allocco who’s old man is now senile, the Ernest Hemingway of this company, crazy old coot. There are young wrestlers like Majors, that Purity fucker with the tattoos, figures he’s be related to Black Mason and finally a very hungry Bree Lancaster had to say, I may not agree with her and the tactics but again, whatever she gets in my way, I’ll drop her on that Barbree ass. They understand the importance of this opportunity; they like me want to end the biggest PPV of 2019 as World Champion. There are underdogs, there are favorites, with each buzzing sound another competitor comes out until there is no one left and whether I am number ONE or Number FORTY, it doesn’t make a lick of a difference…..
I’m winning this bitch.
Past years I stepped in the ring wondering if I was going to make it, if I could do well. Shit, I as even kicked out the Flame in 2017 and became the United States Champion to open Rise to Greatness. This time, we gave Sasha D the chance to finally take control and run the business like her father. In years past, he has been a thorn in my side but unlike certain whiny blonde Champions who want to blame everyone but themselves, I took his best, he took mine and I owe him for being the man he is and apologizing to me, shaking my hand, helping me through a tough time when he didn’t have to. Mr. D is one of the reasons I stand here now with this title, with a Trios, and now a way to punch my ticket to Texas.
I won’t let you down, this, is why the SCW is the greatest company in the world and I failed once to prove it, I will NOT do it again, I give you that promise. You want a Main Event? You must go through ME. You want to hold the Flame? You must go through ME. You want to be the Best in the World by proving it and not singing it each week like a parakeet having a stroke? You must go through me….
Which leads to the last thing I want to address….
Chris Cannon and Sienna Swann….”
Mikaela’s eyes widen, Regan lowers her belt and hands it off to Mikaela to hang on for. She takes a second to collect her thoughts, it is a very troubling and emotional time for Regan who finally turns into the camera with her green eyes narrowing, gritting at her teeth….
“There are times when things become extremely personal, when forces outside the ring start to slowly creep into it and play a huge part in this. Here is a woman who I took in and let live in my home, broke bread together, went through so many situations, Jesus Christ, the girl was almost murdered by a crazed fan of mine that abducted me in 2015. We have a tendency of making friends and enemies, I would like to think we are better than this, having more friends and allies then people who rather take you out and see you fail. The reality is?
Nobody gives a shit about anyone except for a select few, those battle lines were drawn and now I find myself trying to make heads or tails out of these recent events. Past. Present. Future came and went, stable of the year and then nothing, instead we are all sniping one another and why?
Simple, we are all bred to like a bunch of insufferable cunts.
Which brings me to you, Sienna.
I know “The Iron Angel” can become the unified Champion, I trained and helped mentor you, I’ve shared my secrets and al of my knowledge. I wish that you would have just stuck to wrestling and not made a show and spectacle out of this relationship with Chris. Now, it’s become personal. The Beauty Factory employs my daughter and there’s nothing I can do about it but one thing I will promise you is this, if you beat Syren?
Don’t sleep too comfortable with the World Championship.
This is more than just about a title though, it’s about family.
And Chris, what you have done, the audacity in the wake of this tragedy? I know Kennedy specifically said she will be targeting you, that is fine but trust me when I tell you that I am going to win this Taking Hold of the Flame battle Royal and follow in the footsteps of the FIRST Woman to ever win….
And dedicate this match to her.
For on my 30th Birthday, your night and that of 38 other wrestlers?
Ends in a CATastrophe.”
Regan stares at the camera and softly says the words…..
“ROAR, BITCH ROAR.”
The Hellcat backs up some as Mikaela looks on, Regan turns to walk away, Mikaela does not, her eyes now start to narrow before the camera….
FADES TO BLACK
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Regan Street 