THE HIGHWAY TO HELL
CHAPTER I
PROLOGUE: FIVE TRIES
Regan Street was now in a position she hadn’t been in a while, chasing. Regan didn’t have any more gold around her waist. The Hellcat had failed to retain her title against Asher Hayes and what she needed to do now was try to adjust, understand that Asher was not Datura. Regan now had to live with that. The week before getting slapped in the face when she tried to egg him on, then it led to losing the title and as reserved Regan had been, she did nothing leading into this match. No confrontations, no taunting, she let it all go and stayed quiet which was very uncharacteristic of her since she was the one that was always pursuing. When Regan had lost to Datura, something had changed in her, maybe it was being humbled, he humility, it could have been a factor of thing and it made Regan a better wrestler, a better person and definitely a better mother. Now she needed to learn to put it all together in order to win the Adrenaline Championship or once again she would find herself in another Amy Chastaine situation.
Regan was not going to let Asher get the best of her, but first thing was first, she needed to get her mind set, ready and a loss at Apocalypse helped with that. Regan though behind the scenes was going through a lot of things, mainly with her daughter and the Beauty Factory, her mother diagnosed with cancer, the problems she was having with her sister that hopefully were behind them but Regan knew Mikaela, she didn’t always let things go. It was time that Regan in the SCW took a new approach against Hayes which in many ways had him a bit confused, Regan wasn’t trying to call him out or chase him around. She had scored two great victories over one of the best tag teams and a legend in the ring.
With Under attack fast approaching and with Selena and all that is going on with Xander Valentine had her worried about her friend as well, Selena Frost was walking into what Regan felt was a trap. After Breakdown in Vancouver, BC, Regan had gone out with her sister, enjoyed some time out there and went to be early. The next morning while showering she received a text from a very familiar face.
Day After Breakdown
Vancouver BC.
Regan was wearing jeans and a black hoodie; she was barefoot looking for her boots and socks. Picking up her iPhone she noticed a text from a familiar face that she was not expecting. Regan opened it up and read it, taking her a second, she grabbed her boots and socking, slipping in her feet with the black polished nails into her socks and boots, she grabbed the keys and headed toward the door. Looking over at Mikaela who just stepped out of the shower, Regan held up her phone, Mikaela nodded, and the Hellcat stepped out. After a few minutes she walked out into the Atrium, there sat a woman in white jeans, boots and a gold halter top, her long hair slicked up in a ponytail, nails polished a matte baby pink. She had a grapefruit and cottage cheese in front of her as her blue eyes looked up right into Regan green one, her long hair hung down as The hellcat titles her head…
Regan: “Good Morning Sienna.”
Sienna: “Regan? I didn’t think you were coming to be quite honest.”
Regan: “I may not like what you are doing in the SCW, but I am part fault to that. I take responsibility for leading you down that path. I should have taught you better, I didn’t so I am not about to get all self-righteous and tear you down for what you have done. I don’t agree with it, I’m not going to chastise you for it either. You wanted to talk to me?”
Sienna: “Yes, please sit.”
Regan: “I rather not.”
Sienna: “Regan, please sit, I know you haven’t had breakfast either, let me buy you some and for Mikaela too, take it back up to the room, at least give me the pleasure to do that after what you did.”
Regan: “What I did?”
She wasn’t taking no for an answer. After letting out a sigh, I decided, what the hell, sitting down across from Sienna, it has been a long time since the two of us had any type of conversation. The waitress approached me; I wasn’t going to order anything when….
Sienna: “She will have the English Breakfast, sweetie. Large orange juice, with pulp please.”
Waiter: “Right away.”
Regan: “I see you haven’t forgotten my favorite, but I wasn’t going to order anything, I’m not really in the mood or hungry.”
Sienna: “You know why I text to meet with me.”
Regan: “Actually I don’t, Sienna but I figure it is important. It’s not like you are very popular these days, especially in the wrestling biz. I could damage my reputation sitting here talking to you. Lucky for us, I don’t give a shit what people think about me, so I am content sitting here having a conversation and breakfast though you damn well know that I hate what you and Selena are doing to one another but if she kicked you in the face, you earned it.”
Sienna: “Why do you always side with her? You know that she’s a hypocrite and all she cares about is her image.”
Regan: “You want to talk about images? No one cares more about her image than you Sienna, you know that. The For The People stuff is based on it. What about what you did with Kelcey? I haven’t been the one that has followed through or made it my mission to find her like Trinity has, when she wants to turn up, she will because I’m going to bet that you don;t know where she is either.”
Sienna: “Kelcey is fine and in stable condition.”
Regan: “Don’t bullshit the bullshitter Sienna. we both know that is a outright lie.”
Sienna: “Why are you doing this? All I wanted to do was talk.”
Regan: “Look, I didn’t come down here to argue with you.”
Sienna: “Neither did I, but you brought up and so I responded. Selena taught me so much, I just want to leave you with this, the whole reason Selena and I hate each other is because I took YOUR side.”
I hate it when she is right, but I can’t argue that point. I again let out a sigh and nod….
Regan: “You got me there.”
Sienna: “Thank you. I miss you Regan, I want to work on fixing our relationship.”
Regan: “Not happening Sienna long as this whole thing with you, the Beauty Factory and the For The People crap is going on. Look, I can appreciate charity, but the one thing I know is you are doing it for publicity and public image, you don’t give a damn about those people, and you know it.”
Sienna: “Why do you doubt me too?”
Regan: “Look me in the eyes, remember the relationship we had the respect between us, look me in the eyes and tell me to my face that I am not right? That you didn’t see the chance to build up your rep by doing these charity bombs and becoming a humanitarian. That was the publicity you needed. Me and you BOTH know that you care way too much about what people think especially about you. That has always been your weakness Sienna, you allow them to dictate who you are. Can’t have your cake and eat it too babe, if you choose one path than take it, the other? Take it. A lot changed for me this past year; I don’t know…. I feel bad because I felt like I led you down the wrong path and I don’t know how to get you back.”
Sienna: “I am still the same person I was when we were Past. Present. Future., I am still the same woman that rented your beach house the last three years, I am still the one that went through hell with you when no one else was there, I never changed. I stayed the course, you changed and that was fine, my issue was you think that we can’t be friends?”
Regan: “I created this… this woman that sits in front of me. I made you hate everything about the SCW, and I was wrong to do so. I was very angry, very determined and sour as Hell. I can’t change that now, I just hope that one day this money you have, is not about who you are, it is about what you can do to make yourself be that woman they you yearn for them to see you as.”
As I was ready to finish my sentence the waiter came and brought me breakfast and an orange juice. I smiled and brushed my hair back, glaring back at Sienna who looked pretty annoyed…
Sienna: “You are the one person; I will not fight. I proved that to you in the Tactical Warfare Match at Retribution that had me get kicked in the face and knocked out by Kennedy all because I tried to reason with you. The respect and admiration I have for you will never waver, that will not change. I may not like or agree with your chosen company, I hate the fact you put Sasha in power, at the end of the day, it all comes down to me and you. So, when your daughter….”
I quickly look up the minute she mentioned Jennifer….
Regan: “My daughter, what?”
Sienna: “Relax, do not get so defensive, I love Jennifer and would never do anything to hurt her. Considering that all this time, David had screwed me over while he was GM, you helped put that biased cunt into power and I still try my best to be nice to your family and respectful out of nothing more than loyalty? Had you not brought me in when I was pretty much desolate and alone, I probably would hate your guts right now but I remember Regan….. I bloody remember the roads we traveled, the shit that happened to the two of us, our nights of laughter and tears, I miss those. You were my best friend and now I can’t even mention Jennifer without you going off the fucking rails?”
Regan: “Sienna, it was a reaction, I think it is no secret just how protective I am of Jennifer. You were saying, when my daughter did what?”
Sienna: “Last week she was packing her stuff from the Beauty Factory and I was wondering to myself, how the hell did this happen. She mentioned to me that you were able to get her out of her ironclad contract with your Trios?”
I nodded and cut into my breakfast, starting to eat and chew, it prevented me from having to speak or answer that. I knew sooner or later she was going to find out, I knew that Laura wanted an insurance policy especially after this whole Chamber business. I kept chewing, she was staring, waiting for me to swallow…..
Sienna: “Come on Regan, you are chewing like an old bitty on purpose!”
Regan: “Is it that obvious?”
Sienna: “Yes. Why did you do this? Why didn’t you come and talk to me first? I know how hard you worked to get that Trios; this is not what I expected. I don’t know if I can use it.”
Regan: “Are you seriously having a morality issue right now over a Trios Contract? Sienna let’s call a spade a spade here, Sasha hates your guts and she will do whatever she can within her power to make you work for every little thing you want. The Elimination Chamber? Is no joke. I have been in one and I was eliminated second to last. Blitzkrieg won that year, Shilo Valiant caught me from behind. I did get to see Syren pretty much shit out of a tube and eat her food through a straw for week after that match, so it was worth it.”
Sienna: “I would love to have seen that.”
Regan: “Technically you still can, let Evans pick her apart before he tries to tear you into pieces.”
Sienna: “How comforting the faith you have in me”
Regan: “I am keeping it real. That Chamber is going to change your life and your career. There are no guarantees that you will walk away from that in one piece or with the World Championship. That Trios, gives you a better if you don’t walk out as champion. This was about my daughter and I would sacrifice anything for her. Sure, I could use that Trios for many things, the one thing I wanted to do most passed and now, for me anyway, I feel like getting Jennifer out of the Beauty Factory was much more beneficial than using that though I waited for years to get one. I chose Datura over Main Eventing Rise To Greatness. It’s yours Sienna, do what you want with it.”
I thought that would be the end of it but something told me that she was actually being genuine about taking the Trios which surprised me a bit. I knew that deep down inside there is a good, loving woman there when she is not so wrapped up in her own press. I continued to eat my breakfast until she started asking more questions…
Sienna: “What about Asher Hayes?”
Regan: What about Asher Hayes?”
Sienna: “You could use it to get back your Adrenaline Championship if he beats you again?”
Regan: “Asher is not beating me again. I tripped, I fell and now I get back up and he trips and falls. Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.”
I ate what I could and drank my orange juice, reaching into my pocket, Sienna gently grabbed my hand and shook her head….
Sienna: “I told you, my treat.”
Regan: “Alright… fine. I have to get back upstairs.”
Sienna: “Take Mikaela something.”
Regan: “She will be fine.”
Sienna: “Please, I am sure she would be pissed if you didn’t. Waitress?”
She called the waitress over, again she was being extremely persistent. I stood there like a dumbass waiting instead of just leaving. Sienna was trying here, I will give her that, these days though it is hard to trust her…..
Sienna: “Can you please put in an order of Eggs Benedict and a grapefruit juice to room 1445, charge it to the Presidential suite, please.”
Waiter: “Yes, Ms. Swann.”
After the waiter leaves, Sienna and I once again stare each other down….
Sienna: “How’s your parents?”
Regan: “They…. They are fine, thanks for asking. How are yours? I see your dad came back.”
Sienna: “Yes, he did. We are all really excited. Regan, are you sure everything is okay?”
No, everything was not okay, but I wasn’t going to share my real-life problems with Sienna, unfortunately I couldn’t trust her with that kind of information. I gave he ra nod and smiled…
Sienna: “I hope you know that we can talk, anytime.”
Regan: “Thanks, I appreciate that. Sienna, be careful out there and seriously, think about what I said. This business can eat you up alive and of you care so much about your image and people liking you? It’s going to be a very long and agonizing career for you.”
Sienna: “I’ll be fine.”
Regan: “I saw the video that went viral, you’re swimming in shark infested waters and they smell the blood.”
I was waiting for her to respond but before she could, the waiter brought her tab. That was my exit out, she stood up to hug me, I stopped her, maybe I should have because I do miss her, she was one my best friend, we had fun together but that was then and this is now…..
Regan: “Sorry… I can’t.”
Sienna: “I understand.”
Regan: “No you don’t. Just do me one favor, okay?”
Sienna: “Sure, anything.”
Regan: “Don’t waste that Trios.”
I didn’t say another word and walked away; I could see her watching me leave. Part of me wanted to run back and give her a hug, tell Sienna that everything was going to be okay. That was though for another time and another place…..
But for now,….
Goodbye my friend.
A HELLCAT AND HER CUB
As Regan prepared to head to Breakdown and Under Attack, she was able to come home for a few days before going out to the Missouri for the rest of the week. For those that had been keeping up to date with everything, the dry season in California was upon them especially in the Southern part of the state. For Regan, the fires were starting to get awfully close to the house and that worried her some. She would stand outside and look out at the distance, the smoke, the ash, the wind wouldn’t stop. Right now they were not in any danger but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t prevent from anything happening. Regan though was more concerned with her mother, her daughter and the upcoming match with Asher Hayes. As Regan and Mikaela were building their relationship back to normal, the Hellcat was thinking of all the other things she had neglected like the well-being of Kelcey Wallace, her immediate family outside of her household, her music career was put on hold so she could concentrate on more important things, Datura definitely altered many of those plans but in the end it was all for the better. Regan had to focus on what was important, the safety of her family including her grandchild Elysia, even her stupid brother in law that can be a real pain in the ass with his perm.
Regan had new focus and purpose, learning that through loss alone was a huge uplift for her as she was getting ready to travel out. After a good work out, she swung by and picked up Jay from his mothers house, she was watching him while both Regan and David were at Ante Up. Regan had a lot on her mind, she was trying to play the balancing game which was tough, also having some issues with Rachel Tatum Lee and her house in Santa Monica which she would deal with later.
Helms Home
Laurel Canyon, CA.
This Past Week
Regan and Jay arrived at home; she wasn’t expecting Jennifer to be there. Regan went inside, Jay went out to play. Walking out to the deck she saw her daughter in jeans, sandals and a red long sleeve shirt, her long hair wavy hung down and nails a glossy color. She stared up at the canyon with her arms folded, Regan in sneakers, track pants and t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail stepped outside, she stood next to her daughter as they both looked over at the same direction…..
Regan: “hey you, I wasn’t expecting you to be here?”
Jennifer: “Hey mom. I saw the news on my way out of the Beauty Factory, picked up my last few things, wanted to make sure you guys were okay with the Wildfires.”
Regan: “Yeah, they are over that ridge right now, it is a little concerning, but I think we are going to be alright. I don’t know, so far we are not in the danger zone yet but we can hear the helicopters flying by all the time and watching them dump that pink shit on the fire.”
Jennifer: “The retardant?”
Regan: “Yeah, whatever you call it. You staying for dinner?”
Jennifer: “Are you ordering Grub Hub or Bite Squad?”
Regan: “Ha… funny smart ass. No, I’m cooking. I am making Pot Pie. I never done it but I have a really good recipe, bought the ingredients earlier and figured, what the Hell, I’m going to try this.”
Jennifer: “Yeah sure… why not.”
Regan: “Good, you can help me.”
Jennifer: “I can help you do what….. train for your match with Asher Hayes?”
She was on a roll today….
Regan: “On you just the comedian. I am ready for him this time, Jennifer. Honestly at this point, I have to be. It’s not even about the title anymore, it’s about pride, it’s about living up to the legacy that I leave in the SCW that there isn’t one person I ever faced that I never beat. He will get his, I thought he was different but he isn’t, he became a cocky asshole the minute he took the belt and I let him, I fucked up and approached that match wrong and he took advantage of it, this time I am not approaching it wrong, I know exactly who I am fighting.”
Jennifer: “I see Datura is out.”
Regan: “Yeah, I swear that bitch is like a cicada, shows up every seven years then disappears again. I guess we will see her next year, until then I hope she heels fine, that woman earned my respect, she changed my life, I will give her that, now I have to keep that momentum going and not get caught napping.”
Jennifer: “Mom…. I’m still upset about the Trios….”
I had a feeling this was going to come up and I was ready for it. I turned to face her and smiled, rubbing her shoulders and enforcing that I was fine with my decision….
Regan: “Your safety is worth more to me than a thousand Trios. I would sacrifice every time. Knowing that you are out of harms way is so calming for me and therapeutic, I wonder why I didn’t do it sooner. I knew that Laura couldn’t pass that up and with everything going on with Sienna? Well, you know….”
Jennifer: “I know it’s just that you worked so hard for it, it’s a shame that it had to come down to this.”
Regan: “I know kiddo, I am fine with my decision and that’s all you need to know. When do you finish up?”
Jennifer: “This next week. I have a couple of more commitments and I’m done, free to do what I want so if I decide to do some modeling on the side, well it won’t be with the same people and circles, I could but we will see about all of that. For now, I am enjoying life and my career.”
Regan: “That’s my girl. Well things are only going to look up from here and that’s what is important.”
Jennifer: “How is grandma?”
My mother was sick, she will have to go for Chemotherapy tomorrow and it was a day I was not looking forward to. After she asked me that, I was taken back a little, it took me a second to answer back….
Jennifer: “Mom, you okay?”
Regan: “Yeah… yeah. Your grandmother is sick, but I am going to be there for her in hopes that she fights this cancer and we can move on with many good years. I lost a lot of time with my mother, something that I truly regret now but there is nothing I can do about it now. Only thing is to be there for her, that is it really. I have a lot of making up to do.”
Jennifer: “I think that feeling is mutual.”
Regan: “Yeah, I think so too kiddo. Alright, I’m going to spray off the roof, I will be inside shortly.”
Jennifer: “I can help you.”
Regan: “Nah, go inside. I want to make sure no embers or ash from the fire catch our roof a blaze, I’ll soak it really quick and start cooking, go hang out with Jay or something.”
Jennifer: “Are you sure?”
Regan: “Positive.”
Jennifer went inside, the last thing I wanted to do was put that poor kid to work. This was more precautionary than anything, the last thing I wanted was for my house to catch fire and we all die in a blazing inferno. Okay maybe that was a little melodramatic but still. As I grabbed the hose, I started to spray all the wood, from the railings to floorboards, then the roof. The guest house too. I knew AJ and his family weren’t there, it was a good time to get it all done. As I was spraying, I see Jay running outside, Jennifer was supposed to be watching him….
Regan: “Jay…. Where is your sister?”
Jay: “She is in the bathroom.”
Regan: “I don’t want you out here, kiddo. Go back inside.”
Jay: “But I want to see the helicopters.”
Regan: “I know you do pumpkin but it’s not safe out here right now, the patio is soaked, it can get very slippery and the last thing we need is for you to fall, alright?”
Jay: “Oh….. look at that!”
As I look up, I see another Helicopter flying over us, it seemed now that was like 5 or 6 in the last few days, the numbers kept growing which meant the fire was out of control. That started to worry me. I looked back at Jay and he was gone….. he was just standing there pointing at the helicopter, where the fuck did my son go? The sliding glass door was closed, Jennifer walked out….
Regan: “Is Jay in the house?”
Jennifer: “No.”
I threw the hose down and started looking around….
Regan: “Jason!? Jay!?”
Jennifer: “Mom, is everything alright!?”
Regan: “He was just here and then I looked up at the fucking helicopter and he is gone!? Jay!?”
I frantically ran to the edge of the deck, the and the railing, it was about a ten foot drop to the canyon, Looking over my heart stopped, I felt my knees get week and almost collapse when I saw Jay laying on the rocks below…..
Regan: “JAY!?”
Jennifer: “Oh my God, mom! I will call 911!”
I didn’t even think twice about it, I jumped over the railing and hung down low as I could before dropping about five feet, he must’ve hopped on the railing and fell because I had soaked the shit out of it. I quickly go to him….
Regan: “Kiddo!? Baby…. Say something to me!”
There was a gash on his head and his arm, it looked like it was broken but I am no fucking Doctor. I started to panic, taking off my shirt and holding it over the gash. I could hear Jennifer coming around, she almost slipped too….
Jennifer: “Mom!? Is he okay!?”
Regan: “I think his arm is broken and has a cut on his head!”
Jennifer: “911 is on their way.”
Regan: “Stay up there until they come.”
I looked back down at Jay; his eyes were open as he started to moan some….
Jay: “It hurts….”
Regan: “What hurts, kiddo?”
Jay: “My arm….”
Regan: “I think you broke it, just lie still alright, the paramedics are on the way. What happened?”
Jay: “I wanted to see the helicopter, so I jumped on the railing and I fell. My arm… it hurts really bad.”
Regan: “Why did you do that? I told you to stay inside, it was dangerous out here. You need to listen to me next time, okay?”
Jay: “I’m sorry…..”
Regan: “Kiddo it’s fine, long as you are safe. I worry about you, alright? You are my son, I will always protect you, got that?”
He nodded, I could tell he was in a lot of pain, there could have been something else broken too. The Fire Rescue were not far from the house, I did wonder if they were depleted due to the wildfires. I could hear the sirens coming, pulling into the house. I could hear Jennifer greet them and bring them in. Looking up, they had arrived and I was relieved…..
My son was going to be okay.
Children’s Hospital
One Hour Later
I paced back and forth in the waiting room, I hated fucking hospitals. Jennifer was there with me, looking at her phone. I had to talk to someone, David was on his way which was very comforting. I had called Selena; she has this way of making me feel better even if she is going through some shit herself….
Regan: “Yeah, he fell and broke his arm in two places from what the paramedics told me. He will probably need stitches to for the cut on his head but he’s going to be okay, I can’t believe how stupid I was for letting him do that, damn it.”
Selena: “Do not blame yourself for that Regan, he’s a kid and we all do stupid things as kids, the most important thing is that he’s going to be okay. He took a nasty fall, but you were there to take care of him, right? Listen, you have this tendency of blaming yourself every time that something happens to the family, that is why you and I are two peas from the same pos, sister. I do the same thing and if my kids get hurt, I look at myself in the mirror and question my parenting skills.”
Regan: “You are not helping, Selena.”
Selena: “Regan, all I am saying is that you didn’t do anything wrong, Jay was being a nine-year-old kid, that is it, luckily nothing too major happened, I mean a broken bone is no joke….”
Regan: “I suffered a broken leg once, I can relate.”
Though that didn’t excuse the fact that I still was stupid and neglectful of my kid. I am very protective of my family and it is my nature to blame myself if something happens, I can’t just be okay with it, I can’t. I continued to pace, nervous as hell. Waiting for David to arrive and I knew he was going to chew my ass out, this is his first kid and biological son, it happened on my watch and It shouldn’t have….
Regan: “This was due to my neglect. He pointed at a fucking helicopter and my stupid ass looks up and then Jay goes skydiving off the rails and into the fucking Canyon. How can I be so stupid!”
Selena: “We are all going through stuff right now, I need you to calm down and remember that he is going to be alright, okay? Can you at least do that for me? Stay calm and be there for him?”
Regan: “Yeah… yeah okay.”
Selena: “I’m worried about you.”
Regan: “I am worried about you too. I don’t need this shit with Under Attack so close.”
Selena: “We both have big matches; you go win that Adrenaline championship and I will try to survive Xander.”
Regan: “There is no trying to survive Xander, sister. Especially what you signed up for. Promise me that you will be careful alright? If not, I am going to kick your ass.”
Selena: “You have my word. Do you need me to fly out there, I will be there in five hours.”
Regan: “No…. no…. it’s already late for you. Don’t worry about it. Everything will be alright here. I have to take care of my mother tomorrow and then hopefully I can head out to Missouri. We can catch up then.”
Selena: “Okay, sounds like a plan sister. Give them my love.”
Regan: “I will… later sis.”
After hanging up the phone with Selena, she did make me feel a little better. I was still pacing, waiting for the Doctor to show up. Jennifer came up to me and tried to calm me down….
Jennifer: “Let’s get a cup of coffee.”
Regan: “I want to make sure that he is okay.”
Jennifer: “Why don’t you go outside and get some fresh air; I will stay here. Please mom, you are going to hyperventilate if you don’t.”
Regan: “Alright, you have a point. If anything happens, text me.”
Jennifer: “I will.”
After talking to Jennifer, I make my way out the door. Standing outside, I take a few deep breathes, it wasn’t long before David pulled into the parking lot, he ran up to the entrance and saw me….
David: “How is he?”
Regan: “I think he’s going to be fine. He broke his arm, needed a few stitches on his forehead. It was all my fault. I took my eyes off him for one fucking second and he fell.”
David: “What was he doing?”
Regan: “He wanted to see all those fucking helicopters flying over to the wildfires, that was it. He pointed up and like a dumb shit, I looked up too and when I turned back toward his direction he was fucking gone. Before I knew it he dropped ten feet into the canyon. I’m sorry babe…. I didn’t want anything to happen to your son….”
David: “OUR son. You are his mother much as Kat is. We all are reckless as kids, Regan.”
Regan: That doesn’t excuse the fact he was hurt while I was at home, David. I already had enough issues with him in the past, I don’t want him to hate me, I really don’t need this right now and our kid is up there getting a cast because I was looking up at….”
David grabbed me mid-sentence, I could see the anger in his eyes as he pulled me right to his face, He was stern and very direct, for a second I thought he was going to shake me….. really really hard….
David: “You’re a damn good mother and in the last year alone, you have made strides to be the best mother I have seen you be. That kid up there idolizes you so stop the sappy, brooding, blame yourself shit, I am over it! From what it sounds like, Jay had an accident, it happens. You were doing your part to protect the house and our children, what more do you need me to say, Regan? You have your mother to worry about, the Addy Championship which has changed you since Apocalypse. You have so much other shit on your plate, Jay will be fine. I will stay with him tomorrow, maybe we can play videogames, depends on his arm, you on the other hand stop worrying about the things you cannot control! Are we at an understanding!?”
I quickly nod….
David: “Good, now stop sulking and let’s go see our son.”
Regan: “Yes sir.”
I like it when a man takes charge and he was right, I was sulking, I was acting stupid, but I cannot help it. I take full responsibility for my son when something goes wrong. I am paranoid about my family and what he said, hit home, I have this tendency to worry about things that I cannot control. It’s a lesson learned that I need to remember moving forward.
We made our way back upstairs, Jay was out with Jennifer, David went up and hugged his son, I stood back, I didn’t know how he was going to react….
Jennifer: “I was about to text you. Little man here had two clean breaks in his arm, and he will be okay, they will heal properly. He needed five stitches up on his cut, that will be fine too. Aside some bruising, our stuntman will be okay.”
I was relieved to hear that. As I closed my eyes and turned, suddenly I felt Jay hugging me, I looked down at him and ran my fingers through his hair….
Regan: “You’re not mad at me?”
Jay: “Me? No, why? I didn’t want you to be mad at me.”
I squatted down so we could be at eye level, smiling at him and cupping his face with my hands….
Regan: “Mad at you? Jay, I could never be mad at you. You are my son. I was scared, what happened today was a reminder of how things can easily go from good to bad. I thought the worse and I am so glad that you are okay. I am not mad at all; I am sorry that this happened.”
Jay: “It’s not your fault.”
Regan: “No? Promise?”
Jay: “Promise.”
That was all I needed to hear from him. I gave him the biggest hug I could almost breaking his other arm; okay it didn’t go that far but at least I knew that my son was going to be okay. I never in a million years thought that I could ever be a mother, a parent, caring so much kids that never even came from but that is the responsibility I took which I had no clue how to do when I first married Dave and now?
I couldn’t imagine life without them.
Funny how situations like this bring people together.
This is who I am now, this is what I fight for and this is the real Hellcat……
God, I love my family.
EPILOGUE: LOST TIME
Regan time with her parents had been limited recently, before a few years ago it was practically non-existent. Regan never had a close relationship with her mother, there was a time where she almost choked the life out of her with a telephone cord while going through her phase of bi-polarism. After finally finding some medication, and being put into treatment, Regan now lives a very balanced life. She was able to fix some of the problems with her family especially her mother where it was strained, they were to the point of almost disowning one another. Regan at one point hated her for never defending her daughter against her abusive father. Regan never forgot, those memories were buried deep in her soul and they hurt her more than anything. These last six months though, Regan started to see a new side of things, she went to speak with her mother, not knowing the outcome. What she learned….
Is that Giselle was just as sorry for everything that had happened as Regan was.
Regan and her mother finally made amends.
Mikaela and Giselle had already started to build back their relationship, with their father, Davidson who was finally back working as a Doctor once again and practicing medicine. Regan didn’t see too much of her father, their schedules were always different, he did see her perform in concert and that secretly made her day. Now Regan was faced with another challenge as she found out right before Apocalypse that her mother had cancer. It wasn’t really know what type bit that really started to come down heavy on Regan after all that lost time where she could have spent with her mother and found herself instead looking at possibly losing her before she ever had a chance to build upon what they had.
Cedar Sinai
Los Angeles, CA.
The Following Day
Regan sat patiently waiting for her mother to finish her next series of Chemotherapy which Giselle promptly started after the diagnosis. Regan sat in the room until she came out wearing jeans, thong sandals and a black short sleeve pull over blouse, her long hair hung down and nails polished a matte black. With her arms crossed, she sat there worried, Mikaela was going to meet up with them later and Selena was in town waiting outside in the waiting room. After a few minutes, Giselle was wheeled in by nurse brown, a familiar nurse to Regan who remembered her when Christian was in the car accident and she comforted Jennifer. Giselle did not look in the best of shape…..
Nurse Brown: “Hey honey, I remember you. How’s your pretty daughter, doing?”
Regan: “Oh hi, Nurse Brown, she is doing good, thank you for asking. How are things with you?”
Nurse Brown: “They are good, so your momma did really well in her third treatment. She is going to be pretty weak and she can go home. Giselle, I will be right back.”
My mother gave her a very weak nod, Nurse Brown escorted me outside the room, she wanted to talk to me in private. She looked extremely concerned which had me a little worried….
Nurse Brown: “I didn’t want to say anything in front of your momma. She is a strong woman and she’s gonna fight. I see that in you too. The Doctor is gonna come talk to you before she leaves and tell you what is next. Ms. Giselle is gonna be pretty sick and weak tonight, if I were you, I wouldn’t leave her alone.”
Regan: “I won’t, thank you for that Nurse Brown.”
Nurse Brown: “No problem honey, you take care of your momma, all she did was talk about you and your little sister in there. She is so proud of you two.”
Regan: “She did?”
Nurse Brown: “Oh honey, her face lit up when she mentioned your name. Regan, right?”
Regan: “Yes ma’am. That’s me.”
Nurse Brown: “Your momma loves you very much which is why I know she is going to fight this and win. Now you get her better and take her home. The doctor will be with you shortly.”
Regan: “Thanks again, Nurse Brown.”
She smiled and walked away; I didn’t know how to react to this. I have no fucking clue how to help my mother, but I was going to at least try. I hated hospitals, hated being around sick people. I know my mom would probably tell me to leave her alone, but it was a worth a try anyway. I walked back into the hospital room. I saw her sitting there, I grabbed her clothes and steppe din front of her…
Regan: “Hey mom.”
Giselle: “Hi Regan. I didn’t think you were coming.”
Regan: “Why would you say that?”
Giselle: “I never gave you a reason to.”
Regan: “No mom, you did. I am alive and here because of you. So, get this shit out of your head that I shouldn’t be here. I’m not going to abandon you if that is what you think. You are sick, we are in this together, alright? The Doctor is going to come and talk to us, I need to get you dressed, so I can take you home.”
Giselle: “I can dress myself.”
As she tried to get up from the Wheelchair, she quickly fell back into the chair. I grabbed her arm, a bit annoyed, and tried to get through my stubborn mother that she needed my help. I sat her down and was stern with her….
Regan: “Mom, I have been through a hell of a few days okay? I need you to work with me. Let me help you, please. You just went through Chemo and are pretty damn weak. Sit back and relax.”
Giselle: “I don’t want you for you to have to do this.”
Regan: “It’s okay mom, lift up your arms.”
Raising her arms, I put on her shirt and buttoned it up, I then grabbed her legs and slipped on her pants and then heels, I swear even to the hospital, my mom dresses up like she is closing down a business deal. After getting her dressed, I stood next to her as she slowly slumped over, leaning her head against my hip….
Regan: “It’s okay mom, we are going home soon.”
Giselle: “I feel terrible. I even feel a little sick.”
Regan: “It’s the radiation mom, I will get you home, where you can lay down. Maybe eat something, see if it settles in your stomach.”
Giselle: “You don’t have to stay with me, Regan…. I can get a nurse or….
Regan: “No…. mom I or Mikaela will be there, alright? We are not going anywhere. Just relax and we will leave shortly, just waiting for the Doctor.”
Giselle: “Thank you again.”
Regan: “Mom it’s fine.”
After a few moments the Doctor walked in, he smiled and checked all my mother’s vitals. He glanced over at me and nodded….
Doctor: “Well Giselle, everything looks goof but unfortunately the radiation is going to make you sick and weak, the effects should only last a day or so before you are back to normal but then we have to do it again in a few weeks, this is a very intense program and it is the only to get a high success rate.”
Giselle: “Okay, thank you Doctor.”
Doctor: “Sure, you must be her daughter? Regan?”
Regan: “Yes, that is me.”
Doctor: “Excellent, Regan her chemo is extremely intense, her cancer needs to be eradicated so she has a higher chance of survival.”
Regan: “Survival, what are you talking about, I thought she some small cancer or something that could easily be taken care of?”
Doctor: “Your mother has Pancreatic cancer and the mortality rate is very high. The plus is we did catch it early, but it spreads quickly so we need to act fast. Your mother is a very strong woman and my hope is that we can get her Cancer free and this is the best place she could go to besides John Hopkins over in Maryland. I want to be transparent here, your mother has a long road ahead of her. She is going to start seeing her hair fall out, she will probably not be able to eat much, keeping food down is hard so I need you to feed her liquids full or proteins and she will need lots of sleep. Will you be the one staying with her tonight?”
Regan: “… uh… yeah… yeah.”
Doctor: “Make sure you stay in the same room as her, try to watch her tonight.”
Regan: “Ummm… sure, okay.”
I was in shock; I had no idea the severity of the cancer. She lied to me, maybe it was so that we wouldn’t worry but why? Damn it mom…. Why. I had to keep my cool, she was too weak and fragile right now. The Nurse walked in and grabbed the wheelchair where we were escorted out, I brought the car around and we both loaded her in.
Thirty Minutes Later
I drove her back to her place. Helping her walk to the elevator and going up to one of the suites. We walked inside where I led her to the bed, she sat down as I went to get her water….
Regan: “I’m going to get you a glass of water, I will be right back.”
Giselle: “Thank you ….”
Regan: “Just hang tight. “
Walking over to the kitchen, I found a bunch of cold bottles of Evian, perfect. I grabbed one and opened it when I heard my mom give out a weak yelp or was it a scream….
Regan: “MOM!?”
I ran quickly into the room where she sat there holding strands of her long blonde hair in the palm of her hand. I looked away for a second, I was shaking, I hate being around sick people. It was my mother, I needed to get over my fears. Turning around, I saw the hair in my mothers hand. I sat next to her on the bed, putting my arm over her shoulders…..
Regan: “Mom, it’s okay, the hair will grow back.”
Giselle: “My hair…. My hair…..”
Regan: “I promise you it will grow back. For now, you make a fashion statement, tomorrow you, me and Mikaela can go wig shopping, you can be any color you want without the guilt, right?”
Giselle: “You promise it will grow back?”
Regan: “Cross my heart. I always keep my promises.”
Giselle: “Yes, you do….. okay. What about my hair now?”
I stood up and made my way to the bathroom, I found an electric shaver and came back out. I held it up and smiled….
Regan: “Are you ready?”
Giselle: “Bald?”
Regan: “Mom. You are going to look so fucking hot bald.”
Giselle: “You are silly….”
I smiled as she started to giggle which made me feel good. I grabbed the bottle of water and sat next to her, slowly she sipped the water from the bottle as I rubbed her back. After a few sips, she was okay, though wasn’t feeling well. I brushed some of the strands of hair and looked in her eyes….
Regan: “Are you okay with this?”
Giselle: “Yes. I am.”
Regan: “Alright, just be still, mom.”
Giselle: “Regan?”
Regan: “Yeah mom?”
Giselle: “I love you.”
The minute she said that I wanted to cry but I couldn’t, I had to be strong for my mom and that was exactly what I would be. With my voice cracking I responded….
Regan: “I love you too mom. Okay, here we go.”
I turned out the clippers and started slowly shaving her beautiful long blonde locks. I took a few deep breathes, she grabbed my hand….
Giselle: “It’s okay Regan…. It’s okay. We are going to be just fine.”
Regan: “I know mom, I know. Stay Still…..”
Running the clippers across I cut another set of strands. My eyes started to water some, I hated seeing my mom like this, always so strong and stoic, now weak and at the mercy of my hands wasn’t fair. The door opened, I looked up as Mikaela walked in with a bad of goodies, she froze when seeing me shaving mom’s head. She locked up eyes with me. Her lips began to quiver. Again taking a few deep breathes I was able to keep it together, finishing shaving my mothers head, the floor littered with her gorgeous blonde hair, the same hair Mikaela and I both have…..
Mikaela: “Mommy?”
Giselle: “Hi baby,”
Mikaela: “What is going on? Your hair?”
Giselle: “I didn’t know that we had a natural barber in your older sister. There is life after wrestling, huh Regan?”
Regan: “Yeah mom, tell you what, we can open up a salon the three of us and then when we retire, we can sit in the barber chairs and talk about our past glory.”
Giselle: “That sounds like a plan, what do you think Mikaela?”
Mikaela: “The three of us for life, mom.”
Regan: “Tomorrow we are taking mom shopping for wigs.”
Mikaela: “Really!? Oh, that is going to be fun! I brought some food home, went to Whole Foods, picked up some of your favorites, mom.”
Giselle: “Thanks, just having my girls here is enough.”
Finishing shaving her head, I took a deep breath and shut the off the clippers. I grab the mirror and show her, she smiles, being a trooper and not being negative or emotional at all. I never thought my mother was so strong and now I know where I got it. With my kid at home with his arm in a sling and knowing his dad is there to take care of him, I felt content on staying here with my mother tonight and making sure that she was going to be alright.
One Hour Later
After helping my mother bathe, Mikaela had served up some thing to eat for her. We tried to sit at the table, but she was too weak to do that for a long period of time. She couldn’t hold anything down after we attempted to feed her. All she could take in was water. Helping her to bed, Mikaela felt bad, helpless, wanting to help mom anyway she could. I walked outside of the bedroom after tucking her in and saw Mikaela sitting at the table still with the plate not even touched….
Regan: “Don’t beat yourself up over it Mikaela, the doctor said that she may not be able to hold anything in. It’s the chemo.”
Mikaela: “I tried…. Regan….I tried to make her feel more comfortable.”
Regan: “I know you did. He said maybe some protein drinks would help, maybe we should try to do something like that, I don’t know. Right now, she is asleep though, we need to let her rest. I will stay with her tonight; you’ll have to e with her tomorrow night. After what happened to Jay, I want to be there for the kid, David has it covered tonight.”
Mikaela: “Yeah… okay. I can go out there and pick up some protein drinks. I will do that in a sec, she needs to eat.”
Regan: “I know, sis. Give her time.”
Mikaela: “You cut her hair….. mom is bald….”
Regan: “I had to Mikaela, you saw how it was and besides, she was all for it, mom is trying her best to be strong, we need to do the same.”
Mikaela: “Be strong? I’m looking at you right now Regan and it’s like you have this stone-cold face, where nothing is budging you right now. I don’t get it.”
How can I take care of our mother if I am an emotional mess….
Regan: “I have to be strong for mom.”
Mikaela: “Strong for mom? And act like at the same time you don’t care? It’s like you are going through the motions. You did this with dad, you did it with Dylan, why? What are you so afraid of?”
Regan: “Mikaela, don’t do this please.”
Mikaela: “Do what? Question you? Ask why you act like this? What else am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to act Regan? I don’t get you sometimes, I really don’t, and it is fucking grinding at my gears. Mom is going to die. Isn’t she?”
Regan: “Don’t say that!”
Mikaela: “Look at her!”
Regan: “Don’t say that Mikaela, she is not going to die!”
Mikaela: “Look at her, Regan! She is sick! I need to get out of here, I will be right back, I have to cool off, I don’t understand you sometimes.”
I didn’t get what she wanted from me, but I wasn’t about to fight her over it. Standing my ground, and not trying to stop my sister, I watched her storm out and close the door. It took me a minute to get my bearings, turning and walking toward the bedroom, peaking inside and seeing my mother sleeping. I noticed a picture by her bed, walk over and see the three of us from the Inner Harbor. A smile started to form on my face, sitting down I ran the tip of my fingers across our faces, thinking back a month a go to the day where I felt we were the closest. In that instance I began to cry, it was too much for me to hold in anymore. The tears dripped on the photo, shaking in my hands, the thought of my mother dying like this was too much to bear. I placed the photo back on the nightstand, leaned over and took off my sneakers, I turned and saw my mother staring at me as I quickly dried my eyes….
Regan: “Mom…. You’re awake?”
Giselle: “Lay down with me.”
Regan: “Okay.”
I laid down and spooned my mother, wrapping my arms around her gently and comfortably. We laid in silence for a few moments before I heard her singing….
Giselle: “The other night dear, as I lay sleeping…. I dreamed I held you in my arms, but when I awoke, dear, I was mistaken. So I hung my head and I cried…..”
This was the song we used to sing together all the time the three of us. I started to get emotional again, squeezing my mom just a little before I joined her singing….
Regan: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear; how much I love you…. Please don’t take my sunshine away…..”
Giselle: “I’ll always love you and make you happy. If you will only say the same, but if you leave me and love another…. You’ll regret it all someday….”
Regan: “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear; how much I love you…. Please don’t take my sunshine away…..
Then we both at the same time sang…..
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear; how much I love you…. Please don’t take my sunshine away…..”
….as her voice trailed off and she fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her on the back of her bald head and closed my eyes. I was never a religious person, but tonight was the first time I have prayed since I was a little girl….
Regan: “Oh God, don’t take my mother, not now, not from me. It is too soon. I beg you, I will do whatever you want….. just don’t take my mom….”
Just then I heard a noise, I knew it was Mikaela standing at the doorway. I didn’t turn around, instead I laid there with my mother. That is when I felt her body press to mine and she wrapped her arms around me. We both laid with my mom, silently…..
Just three of us…..
Like it was always meant to be.
Please don’t take my sunshine away.
SCENE FADES
THE 100 DAYS…..
The Scene Opens….
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The St. Louis Brewery boasts an array of signature tours and attractions. With celebrated venues like The Biergarten and signature experiences like the Day Fresh and Beermaster Tours, there’s always something new to discover when visiting. Special attractions like The Biergarten is a truly unique space for special occasions and private events. With a variety of dining packages, premium beer offerings and access to exclusive brewery experiences, they offer everything you need to delight and entertain your guests. Here is where we find “The Hellcat” Regan Street, the former Adrenaline Champion and woman looking to become it again along with her quest to one day be a Supreme Champion. She is accompanied by her sister, Mikaela. Regan would be the first to tell you that her approach at Asher Hayes going into Apocalypse was a mistake. She was obviously still very much hungover after her feud with Datura that it indeed carried over and the rush she felt from that was what Regan was craving for against Asher and she didn’t get it, instead it was forced, she tried extremely hard to make it happen and ended up costing herself a little self-respect and the Adrenaline Championship….
That now is not the case and Regan is laser focused, wanting to not only get back her Adrenaline Championship but also some of her pride back, losing to Asher was NOT going to become another Amy Chastaine. The last few weeks after the PPV she took on Damian Angel and the Truelove Twins, she was preparing herself for this huge match and soured on Asher, not liking his sarcasm or attitude to the point that it was driving her more and more to kick his ass and take the title. Mikaela and Regan both already took the tour at the Brewery, they are standing outside, already had a few drinks, saw the history of the place and were really enriched with the knowledge. Now it was time to get down to business. Wearing jeans and ankle boots, a BANG! T-shirt and leather jacket with her long blonde hair straightened and hanging down, nails polished a matte black, Mikaela with jeans and black knee high boots, a leather jacket as well with a hoodie and VS t-shirt, her nails polished white, and blonde hair hanging down, the younger Mikaela stands behind Regan as the camera starts to record….
REC:
Regan looks around for a second before she starts to speak in her sexy yet very direct voice as her sister looks on…..
“I love me a good beer and with the hell that my sister and I have been through in recent months, this was the place to go and get a tour. Now that I had a few cold ones, I feel a little loosened up and can openly speak my mind to the point that I don’t need any filters. In all seriousness though the last three Breakdown’s have been a test of my patience and desire to not only kick some ass, but remind some people just who the fuck I am. I have had a lot of time to think about things how they have gone for me recently. There were a lot of words spoken heading into Apocalypse yet lately it has been now a show and tell, I win, he wins, I make a gesture, he makes a gesture, ladies and gentlemen our new Adrenaline Champion is a mime.
Losing at something is never easy especially when the guy you lost the title too acts like a sarcastic ass thinking he’s the next coming of Ace Marshall, very disappointing for after I shook his hand, I thought the division was in good standing and all he’s shown is a knack for being the guy at the bus stop or the Starbucks Coffee Line trying to act cool, crack jokes that are not funny and everyone thinks he’s a tool. What can I say, I could have prevented this and I didn’t. I can’t always go into a situation guns a blazing, kicking doors down, screaming and yelling, making demands, it worked for me once and if I wanted to be that unbearable bitch again, I would. This past year, I did a lot of soul-searching, really look into myself and see what made me tick. I could remember the times when I didn’t care about anything, my priorities were winning championships and making money, admittedly while things were a lot easier back then, the fact always remained that wrestling was my life and nothing else mattered. There is a big difference when you are 22 years of age, fresh out of college and go into this business and now at 30, married, have a family and wrestle now for certain goals before deciding what to do next.
Do I really need the Adrenaline Championship again?
No, I do not but two things here, first that title has meaning for me and now it is more of a matter of pride.
I think that same pride gets me into a lot of trouble though, I have this chip on my shoulder I seem to never be able to rid of it and I ask myself time and time again why I even bother to try and knock it off. I don’t like to lose, I have been that way since I was a kid, I think my parents had a lot of help in that mentality, I was never winning anything with them, that’s for sure. It carried over into my career and from that moment forward all I ever cared about was winning….
What I never stopped to see was how losing became so important to my life as well.
Losing gave me another insight to the match and the sport itself, I started to see what I was doing wrong and at the same time, it helped with my motivation, to see my faults and shortcomings, to understand how I needed to improve and become better so that would never happen again. The Adrenaline Championship to me became more of a symbol to that hard work, the perseverance after getting my ass kicked by Datura at Making Things Right. I had to prove myself once again, show the SCW that I hit a small snag, but in losing the one thing I learned was my mortality, bringing me closer to who I really am. Now I am learning to treat every situation different. It is hard when you have this high and the rush is in danger of going away which scares the hell out of you, never wanting that feeling to ever die and Datura gave that to me. Now I find myself in a bit of a conundrum, looking in the mirror and knowing full well I fucked up against Asher Hayes.
I made an ass out of myself and he made an ass out of me which has become my motivating factor.
It’s not ONLY about the Adrenaline Championship anymore…
It’s about me.
Most of you have been watching, after Apocalypse I never skipped a beat, I knew exactly what needed to be done, how I was going to go about it. From the very dangerous Damian Angel who I took quite an investment in after he and Datura tangled to teaming up with my sister in arms, Selena Frost against the very talented and in my opinion future tag team champions, The Truelove Twins. Walking into Under Attack though> Things are a little different this time. Asher Hayes is now the Champion, suddenly the roles are reversed, and I have always said it is easier to win a title, it is harder to keep it. I don’t understand this whole 100 Days mantra, Asher keeps throwing out there, awesome dude, you held a title for 100 days, great. Most of my reigns have been about a year, the Adrenaline was my shortest which now gives me even more motivation, to win back a title that you took and to shut your fucking mouth about this 100 day bullshit….
….. and Asher, I’m not coming to the ring thinking you’re Datura. I’m walking into that ring knowing you’re the guy who beat me at Apocalypse.”
The Hellcat brushes her hair back some, leaning against the Clydesdale coach. She is more determined than ever than to take it to Asher Hayes and beat him for the Adrenaline Championship. She wants to put him in his place and continue on her journey to become the Supreme Champion. Regan is focused on the challenge, she took the wrong approach, now she looks to fix that mistake with a victory. Looking into the camera, she speaks…
“There are many lessons in life that teach you different things. Wrestling has taught me how to fight, it showed me how to handle a situation best I could and win or lose, there would always be another day to have a fight and even a chance again like I am given now. I find it quite liberating that things can be controlled in the ring and within a matter of minutes or even days, I find it both relieving and nail biting that challenges mount up all the time and I personally don’t know how I will walk out of it. I have been there many a night over, finally showing that if you are going to beat me? You’re going to have to earn it. I wish though that real life outside the ring was the same and it’s not….
Sometimes the fights cannot be won on talent and skill alone.
I remember a few years back when believed I had the answers to everything, nothing was too difficult for me anymore and now I feel like in my personal life, it is not an option. I’m not perfect, I wish the mentality existed like my cousin, Kelcey Wallace and how she approached the biz, I can’t for it will lead to disappointment. We don’t choose our lives as kids, I could have had a different upbringing, one that helped me become a better person when I was younger, even now I have my faults that I try to work on but they are hard to overcome. I still think about a time when family meant nothing to me like it does now. I cannot imagine being without David, Jason, AJ and Jennifer, there is no world and no place that exists which would even come remotely close to acceptance in my life without them. In recent months, I have had a few instances where I thought I was going to lose the people I care about, wasting so much time on the petty little things that I never stopped once to see what was real and what was fabricated in my own mind. I have given up things I earned to save my family, I stand by and watch others like my mother fight harder than any match I have ever won including Under Attack where I will defeat Asher Hayes for more than just the Adrenaline Title…..
…. For respect.
And with it, I walk into a new decade with peace of mind that my road, my journey at some point will either come to an end or I’ll be stuck with a decision to make as my priorities have changed. The SCW has been my life for so long that I forget the role it plays and how it’s molded me to become this, whether a Hellcat, a mother, sister, daughter or Champion, this company as a direct result of it all and now as I look into the future and see Under Attack, even beyond, it will be a journey where I cannot and will not fail anymore.
2019 was the year the Hellcat needed to grow, to see with her own eyes that everyone is vulnerable and what makes you immortal is how you respond by seeing them remember your name.
And come Sunday, Asher?
You sure as fuck will remember mine!
You doubt my integrity and THAT sir is unforgivable. To even toot out of your own ass that I didn’t want to be the Adrenaline Champion for what it meant cheapens the belt, cheapens your win and most importantly cheapens the division. I have to say, that was a lot of talk about the former champions, how all it was is an accessory? Oh really, I may hate the ground Ravyn Taylor walks on but she sure as fuck wrestled me to the bitter end trying to defend the title and by you saying those things you have shit on two competitors and a WAR we put ourselves in while you sat at home drinking your Mountain Dew Kickstarts, smoking your weed and playing video games while acting out your tough guy routine because the man that I met at the bar is not the man that stands with the title today which only infuriates me even more than ever. You have NO idea what that title meant to be, it was the focus I needed, it became a purpose, sure I fought like hell to keep it for when Datura showed back up not to fulfill some ordained, road to retribution but to showcase just what the belt means. EVERY championship I have ever held I elevated to the very top, that is NOT hyperbole, that is FACT. Being a Champion in this company is an honor, not a right and you waltz back into this company every couple of years looking for payday and a little championship gold and when it runs out?
You bail.
Want to talk about failure?
Whenever I lose and it is not very often, I pick myself up and keep walking with my head held high for on that one night, I was caught, on that one night, I was beaten but what about the next night? The one after that? I have had a successful career because of my motivations. When Marina Trent took me out on my VERY FIRST PPV, I came back stronger. How many times did it take to beat Syren for the first time that now I practically own that bitch. Shaun Cruze, Lucas Knight, Amy Chastaine, Datura and now let’s add you to that list….
…. Asher, I’m not leaving without the strap.”
Biting down on her jaw, the Hellcat has never been more serious about this match than she is about Asher Hayes. Some of the things he has said in recent weeks have stuck and all she can think about now is getting the belt back. She wants to respect him in more than just his ability but his attitude as of late and his sarcasm has really rubbed Regan the wrong way. She looks back at the camera with her green eyes and speaks….
“I find it amusing you think I am trying to change a narrative to fit my goals and needs. There is a moment in clarity for every wrestler, I am sure you have had yours that you start to think what the hell you must do to get to the very top. I have been there for SEVEN long years, never wavering In, stayed consistent throughout my tenure in this company. I know you come from a time where things were different, most of us were not there. Once you did come back, were hurt and things didn’t exactly work out for you. Asher, I want you to think back to those moments, the ones when you decided to step away and the ones when you decided to come back.
This business is about more than Championships and I know that like me you want to be a Supreme Champion, have that title with so many others who have gone down that path. I have been on it for a long time, scratching and clawing, then you come along and take what I had so much pride in?
Thank You, Asher.
Why? For keeping me on my toes, for reminding me that every once in a while, I need to get dropped on my head and told to wake up bitch, you just got beat. I know that you are proud of yourself, wearing that win like a badge of honor, even taunting me like an attention starved kid looking to jump from the swing just so people will turn and watch AFTER I shook your hand and gave you the belt in a show the division was yours now, I’m regretting it and should have punched you in the face like you did me. I made some comments and you went on Twitter and mocked me? So, all that respect stuff was all bullshit, just to let my guard down?
Let me fill you in on something, Hayes…
The real reason I have not come at you face to face or even done anything remotely like I did leading into Apocalypse is for two reasons, the first is I had to learn the hard way that you are nowhere near who Datura is, you sit back and let them come to you, well….
Touché.
I gave you THREE weeks to enjoy that title, I gave you THREE weeks to walk around like the man with it hoisted over your shoulder, showing off just how awesome you are beating Regan Street. I gave you THREE weeks to brag, show off, run your mouth, bask in its glory……
I gave you THREE weeks to remind me just how bad I want to kick your ass, so I held back and waited patiently until Under Attack. That’s right Asher, I gave you THREE weeks to let this stew and bubble over so that you may enjoy and reap it’s rewards and when I WIN it back?
Then you will know EXACTLY how I felt and not assume.
I tried to be nice to you and I admit, I fucked up, looking for something you couldn’t give me. Now, I let you have the floor, I allowed you to do your thing, speak your mind, wrestle your matches and be the Asher Hayes everyone knows and loves, serious as a Heart Attack, you are now my Datura, how does that feel? I mean you tried to predict how I am and why it makes me most dangerous. I honestly was going to let you have this one, move on to something else but the opportunity came and then I made me think long and hard for a bit that yeah, I really did want to win the Adrenaline Championship and continue to elevate it moving forward like I had the last seven plus months.
And no longer am I the target now Asher….
YOU ARE.”
Mikaela cracks a smile as she turns to her sister and winks. After the rough few weeks they have had in their personal loves, Regan is looking for a huge win, one that would make her family proud and even her sick mother. The Hellcat is better prepared and if Asher is going to defeat her, he better bring his best. Regan glances back up and looks at her shoulder….
“And now the hunt for me begins, this time I am in the chase, my shoulder feels really naked right now and it isn’t very often I do appearances with some gold around my waist, it’s time to change that. Asher, you will see why I have been one of the best in this company. The SCW may have been your playground once but not anymore, now it is mine. Congratulations on defeating me, I will not take anything away from your victory, you beat me fair and square, no excuses, you were the better wrestler that night but believe me when I tell you, I’m not the same woman you faced then, things are going to be a little different this time around and I will not only be the better wrestler on Sunday?
I will be NEW Adrenaline Champion.
What is it you always say?
Oh, that is right, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust?
I’ll remember to say those words when your 42-day reign falls a little short of 100 days….
And ENDS in a CATastrophe.”
Regan cracks a smirk, but it quickly goes away, staring right into the camera with Mikaela in the background smiling as she mutters.….
“ROAR, BITCH ROAR.”
The Hellcat slowly backs up and winks….
FADE TO BLACK
/REC
Regan Street 