INTO THE MIND OF A HELLCAT
CHAPTER TWO
Regan Street had come to terms that she needed to talk to someone, maybe it would help her focus more on what was going on in the SCW. It was only a few days away before her TV Title match, one that she wanted to not only win and come out victorious but also be able to inch one step closer to become a Supreme Champion. She ended up doing that, but the question was, could this session with Dr. Ross Palkia helped? He had done wonders for Kennedy Street, now Regan found herself going deep within her thoughts and feelings, talking about what meant most to her. She didn’t want to burden David down, he had already enough issues of his own that would take from what he was doing, it was definitely a hard pill to swallow. She had done enough, drinking and taking sleeping pills to knock herself literally unconscious to save him from her night terrors. As Regan suffered from PTSD, she also was suffering from grief, she never wanted to show it, but the condition of her mother concerned her. To know that she was sick and fighting this endless war was taxing. The issues with Delilah, Regan felt were figured out, though for her, it was tough to see what she had gone through and there would be fallback from her grandfather for sure. Regan didn’t care, right was right and wrong was wrong. There were other intangibles that played a part n her life but the next chapters maybe the most difficult ones in her SCW career….
The war with two Valentine’s.
It had been over a year Xander and she had gone at each other, for Regan it had to be settled one way, no rules, a street fight, anything goes. Problem is, she bites off more than she could chew all for the search of respect. No one knew that for sure, but had fate come at Cold Blooded or was there still another chapter left? And did this even settle anything, gain respect? Or start another fire this time with Tommy that saw David Helms get involved. There were a lot of big matches on the card, some were packed with a lot of bad blood but none more than that one.
Did Regan’s courage and anger get the best of her?
Or in loss, did she learn from one battle to prepare her from an ultimate war on two fronts.
One Week Ago
Los Angeles, CA.
Regan sat there, telling the story of Tommy Valentine and Kandis at the Starmaker, their new night club that wasn’t opened yet. Regan wanted to apologize or at least talk to Tommy; it was very ill-advised. The Hellcat decided to drive off, never talking to them, making the choice that right now wasn’t the time. Sitting on the couch, looking away, Regan was wearing jeans, a black halter top and wedge sandals, her toenails polished a matte red, long, sandy blonde hair in a half ponytail, her green eyes fixated on the cityscape. Her lip was still puffy, her nose taped up, bruises on her face and body, she looked to be in a car wreck, the model of the vehicle was Xander Valentine. Dr. Ross Palkia looked very worried and concerned, with his blue dress polo shirt, gray tie and matching dress pants, his salt and pepper hair neatly and perfectly combed, relaxed with his legs crossed over, jotting down some notes with pen and paper, the psychologist with an impeccable record, many celebrities and top sports stars go to him when they need to talk or are in some state of depression. For Regan it seemed like it was more confusion than anything. He could tell she was hurting both physically and mentally….
Dr. Ross: “Your injuries…”
Regan: “… my injuries, are later. Can we talk about another subject, I’m not ready yet to speak about it, please?”
Dr. Ross: “Yes, of course. Tommy and Kandis. Do you feel there is any chance pf repairing this relationship with Tommy Valentine? You tried to go over to him and apologize, decided not to. Is there a chance this could happen in some way, shape or form?”
Regan: “I can’t answer that right now. Can we talk about something else… PLEASE!?”
She seemed extremely agitated, Dr. Ross caught up on that quick and nodded. Understanding that today’s session would be a more difficult one, he took a deep breath and looked at his notes….
Dr. Ross: “Fair enough. Tell me about your mother? Were you two close?”
Regan: “No, I was abused physically by my dad, my mom was too scared to do anything to protect me. I think this is one of the reasons I became so angry and volatile, it hurt when I was growing up, hard to trust people, never really caring about anyone. My mom and I were at odds for a very long time, I was diagnosed with being Bi-Polar, before I was on medication, I was pretty volatile. I even attacked my mother once with a phone cord. I choked her out, probably would have killed her if my daughter and sister were not there. I was ashamed of what I did, I couldn’t imagine doing that to my mom but in my mind, I tried to justify it which was even harder than before. Once I went on meds, realizing what I did, I went to talk to my mother, she took me in with open arms, I was really shocked by it. After that our relationship grew leaps and bounds.”
Dr. Ross: “How is it now?”
Regan: “She lives with me. I take care of her until she is able to get back on her feet while in cancer treatment. It is a long process that has in many ways taken a lot out of both of us. I love my mother; she has become an important part of my life. A very smart woman who really takes charge and is extremely successful. I have been there by her side since the cancer started, she is fighting hard and it’s looking good, but she is not out of the woods yet.”
Regan shifts in her seat a little. Letting out a small breath he could see it is hard to talk about it for The Hellcat. As her puffy lips begin to quiver, Dr. Ross hands her a box of tissues, with a half-smile greeted, she nods and takes the tissue, trying to wipe the ends of her bruised eyes…
Dr. Ross: “It’s really tough, isn’t it?”
Regan: “I am always strong for my mother. She is this really fit, beautiful woman that has such a presence. Lately she has lost a lot of weight, looks somewhat fragile and has no hair thanks to the chemo. I never show emotion around her.”
Dr. Ross: “You want to be the rock for your mother.”
Regan: “Yeah, I do. Sometimes when I am there trying to help her, I start to feel a knot in my throat. Lisp quiver, I want to just cry and let out all my frustrations and thoughts, anything and everything that I can release with her seeing me a mess, I would. I am scared for her Doc; I can’t lose my mom.”
Dr. Ross: “She is recuperating, correct?”
Regan: “Yes, she is but that is the thing Doc, with cancer you just never know, it is so tricky, to see this, the unknown is the worst part of it. I can’t predict anything and, I am a control freak, when I can’t be, I freak out, then I have no idea what to do, I lose it. This is me in all aspects of life, even in wrestling. Maybe, therefore I take things so hard, could also be the reason I have suffered these night terrors. Someone has taken it to me, kicked my ass, beat me down, knocked me out, assaulted me in some way. I know I sound like a nut, ranting like a fucking fool but like you said, I am being honest.”
Dr. Ross: “I am going to ask you a personal question, one that I need you to answer honestly. This is between you and I, no one us.”
Regan cautiously nods…
Regan: “Sure, ask it.”
Dr. Ross: “As a wrestler, have you ever gone into a match afraid of our opponent or thinking that you couldn’t win?”
The Hellcat sighs, lowering her head, curling her toes, gripping the couch a little. Dr. Ross knew she was hesitant answering the question. He waited patiently, knowing that it was a tough a question, no one wants to be put on a spot like that. Regan finally raised her head, eyes locked with the Dr. Ross, she finally spoke…..
Regan: “Yes.”
Dr. Ross: “Multiple? A few?”
Regan: “One… only one.”
Dr. Ross: “What is their name?”
Regan again hesitated, she looked away, thinking of a week ago or so ago when Selena Frost stayed at her house. It was before she went to Germany to see Deanna and the kids….
One Week Before Cold Blooded
Laurel Canyon, CA.
Regan sat outside sipping in a glass of lemonade, she could hear the laughter coming from inside the house, Jay was being attacked by the Snow Queen, aka the Tickle Queen, Selena Frost. Regan and Selena were hanging out at the house. Regan wasn’t in the best of moods, after losing the chance to win the tag team championships at Retribution. She needed a few days to stay home, catch up on some family time and remember what was most important as she continued to beat herself up over not winning and failing Selena and herself. A few days before she was ready to quit, typing up her letter of resignation and stay home with the family but after a careful reconsideration, she elected to stay in the SCW, a big part of that was regret, never forgiving herself if she walked away and didn’t accomplish what she had set out to do. Regan wanted vindication, a chance to become a Supreme Champion and see her career culminate into the ultimate prize.
She would have to wait a little longer.
With the TV title coming soon though, she could get one step closer to getting there.
For now, she took care of her mother was David was out with the boys, Selena was out visiting for a few days, hanging out with her best friend and tag team partner, as they like to call themselves, sisters in arms. Selena was inside with Jay, Regan was on the grill cooking some kabobs, as they played inside Selena finally stopped. She was wearing jeans and a blue tee, barefoot with her hair in braids. Regan had on jeans, a BANG! T-shirt and flip slops, toenails polished a matte midnight blue and her hair hanging down. Her mother was sitting outside getting some fresh air.
Regan: “Mom, med rare on the meat?”
Giselle: “Yes please. Regan, when you get a chance can, I talk to you, while Selena is playing with Jay.”
Regan: “Yeah sure mom, let me flip these kabobs really quick and then I will be right there. IS everything alright?”
Giselle: “Yeah, I just have a question to ask you.”
Regan: “About what?”
Giselle: “A Xander Valentine.”
Regan’s green eyes widen her head snapping up looking at the direction of her mother who had her back turned to her, she was enjoying the scenery of the LA Basin. Regan placed the tongs down and walked over to her, a bit surprised she knew the name…
Regan: “Mom, how do you know this name?”
Giselle: “Your son told me. Last night he came to me, you were out doing something, and he was really upset. I asked him what was wrong, and he said Xander was going to hurt Regan. At first, I had no idea what he was talking about, I had to ask for details, because to me I didn’t know what a Xander Valentine was. I don’t watch a lot of wrestling, but I try to watch as much as I can when you are involved. I looked him up and saw he was a very large, mean looking man that looks like he could wrestle an elephant. So please tell me that you are not fighting this guy.”
Regan: “Mom, how did Jay find out? What did he tell you about Xander?”
Giselle: “The same thing I said, he is a very scary man that will hurt my daughter. I didn’t think anything else of it Regan to be honest. I know that you wouldn’t just blindly jump in the ring against a man that large and powerful. I was reading up on him, he doesn’t seem very nice at all.”
Regan: “He isn’t. Mom I need you to do me a huge favor and keep this between us. Selena was in a huge war with Xander, he tried to hurt her family, it became pretty ugly and for the longest time, she fought tooth and nail with him. Thing is mom, I have been warring with him for an excess of a year. He is a big man, strong and powerful, I do not know how I stand up to him, but he almost broke my nose and shattered my back. We try not to talk about him here if you know what I mean.”
Giselle turned to look at her, a bit amazed and at the same time confused by this. Tilting her head, she was trying to understand the concept of this man and why Regan and Selena would even try to fight him…..
Giselle: “I know my daughter can fight, but go up against people your own size, Regan. If this man can hurt you, I understand why Jay would be so concerned. If he knows that there is something going on between the two of you, maybe you need to go talk to him some. Right?”
Regan: “It’s not that easy mom.”
Giselle: “Sure it is, honey. Go reassure him this big monster isn’t going to hurt you. That is what he needs to hear right now. I think if it comes from you, everything will be fine, right?”
Regan: “Everything will not be fine, mom. I am fighting Xander Valentine.”
Giselle: “Wait, what? Why? I do not understand why you would put your own body on the line for that and scare the hell out of your son. He is petrified right now something is going to happen bad to you. Come on Regan, I get the whole wrestling competition stuff, but I am sure there is someone else you can face, right?”
Regan: “Let me turn these kabobs mom.”
Regan didn’t say anything after that, instead she walked over to the grill and turned the kabobs. There was something bothering her, it was the decision to fight Xander, not just in a match but a street fight where anything goes, and she could be seriously injured. When she made the challenge, it was out of anger, being brash, never thinking things through, Regan felt like she could finish this over long year war and beat him, not like last time where he was disqualified, but put the man down for real like she did Artemis. Regan didn’t think about her family and what Xander tried to do with Selena’s. She remembers her friend at the hospital after the war with Xander, a place she didn’t want to end up for the sake of her son and the rest of her family. The problem was she was probably not going to have much choice. She kept quiet, putting on the ears of corn as Jay comes running and just as Giselle was making her way over to Regan…
Jay: “Grandma! Help me! Selena is going to tickle me again!”
Giselle: “Is she really? Selena must have some strong hands to tickle my strong little grandson. Regan, do you need anything from the kitchen? I am going to make us a salad.”
Regan: “Mom, I can do it.”
Selena: “No…. no…. let me do it Giselle please.”
Giselle: “Oh stop trying to nurse me, let me go make this salad, please stay out here and talk to Regan, me and the strong little man are going to the kitchen, I will even make you some punch too.”
Jay: “Punch? Yum! Okay!”
As Giselle and Jay walked inside through the sliding glass door in the kitchen, a confused Selena quickly turned around and looked over at her friend…..
Selena: “Okay, what did I miss, because that was totally your mom making me stay outside to talk with you, so what is up?”
Regan: “I fucked up, Selena.”
Selena: “You fuc….. okay how?”
Regan: “I was being selfish again and thinking about myself. I never once took my son and my family into consideration when I challenged that big motherfucker to a match, especially a street fight. Did I even think about what he almost did to your family? No, I went in there guns a blazing like I always do and find myself now trying to figure out how the hell am I going to explain to my kid if I end up in the hospital.”
Selena: “How did this all come about?”
Regan: “A little while ago, when I was cooking and hanging out with my mom while you were assaulting my son with first degree tickles, she asked me who Xander Valentine which was a really odd question. So I went up to her and asked why she would ask and how did she know his name. Well, now that Jay is older and watches SCW sometimes with his dad, he must’ve seen that I was facing Xander in a street fight. The last time I fought that big bastard at Day of Infamy, I came home with a busted nose and he approached me about it.”
Selena: “And?”
Regan: “And, I promised the kid that I would never fight him again and let it happen.”
Selena face palms…
Selena: “Regan….”
Regan: “Christ I know Selena, please do not make me feel any worse than I do already. I didn’t think he was going to see but I keep fucking forgetting his old man is back wrestling and so yeah, he is going to watch David, he didn’t give a shit about me wrestling until he came back, well that is not exactly true, he started watching a few years ago but tried to limit what he saw. Now I have my kid telling my mom he is scared I am going to get hurt. I should have just stepped away…”
Slamming the tongs down, Regan walks off the grill for a second, running her hands through the long sandy blonde strands of hair. She is upset, trying to figure things out, put it all together. Walking away was an option at first but in many ways, she allowed Xander to goad her in after the things he had said. She takes a deep breath when Selena approaches her…
Selena: “…and what? Wonder what would have happened had you stayed? This whole circle jerk all over again? This is something that must happen, sister. We both know that. Our families are not the sacrifice, they never have been.”
Regan: “They are not collateral damage either, Selena.”
Selena: “No said they were. Jay will understand one day but for now maybe you need to talk to him and explain it. The last thing any of us want is fear to blanket our emotions, our families, those we love most. I did it without their blessing, and we both know that he has no barriers. He doesn’t respect us especially you Regan and now what? You did what was right and don’t you ever question yourself on it, understood?”
Regan: “It’s easy for you to say.”
Selena: “Why? Because my family is not physically with me right now?”
Regan: “I didn’t mean it that way….”
Selena: “…. I don’t care how you meant it, for I remember when he went after them in the bus.”
Regan was there, she knew what a scary situation that was and for her to say that was out of line, she didn’t want to piss off Selena, acting like this which sometimes was getting the best of her. She slowed down….
Regan: “I was out of line…. And….”
Selena: “Don’t worry about it. Listen I….”
Before Selena could finish her sentence, Giselle and Jay came out with the salad and punch. Selena quickly stopped, Regan forced a smile and went back to the grill, turning the kabobs as her mother approached…
Giselle: “My grandson is so talented, he made the salad, added sunflowers seeds because Mama Regan loves them.”
Regan: “Wow…. Really Jay! Thanks kiddo.”
Jay: “You are welcome.”
She knew the conversation was coming but was she ready for it is the real question….
Regan: “Jay, can we talk for a second?”
Jay: “Sure.”
Regan: “Grandma told me that you were worried about me, is that true?”
He slowly nodded, even biting the tip of his fingernail, almost as if he had done something wrong…
Regan: “Do you think you did something wrong?”
Again, he nodded his head, Jay thought he was in trouble for going to his grandmother about Regan and her next few matches. She quickly shook her head and hugged him; it was the first reaction that came to her mind. His feelings, thoughts were so important to Regan, she wasn’t about to let go.
Regan: “You did nothing wrong, okay?”
Jay: “Okay.”
Regan: “I should have talked to you about this, but I was afraid to worry you. I….”
Jay: “… he is really scary.”
Regan: “He is, but Xander is also a man.”
Jay: “They call him a monster.”
Regan: “Jay, monsters exist when we make them. I am not making him a monster; I am making him a man. You know what I always told you? There are some battles we can’t walk away from, or they will linger and haunt a person for the rest of their lives. Momma’s got do this.”
Jay: “Why? What he did last time…”
He gently rubbed his fingertips down her nose and mouse. She kissed his hand, trying to smile but her lips were quivering, trying to be strong for her son, not worrying him anymore than he was already….
Regan: “He is not going to do it again. This time I am ready for him. I promise.”
Jay: “You do?”
Regan: “Yes, I will never allow him to hurt me or you, any of our family and friends, alright?”
Her green eyes shift, glaring at Selena who watches on, nodding…
Jay: “Okay, if you promise.”
Regan: “I do, pinky swear.”
Jay: “Pinky Swear.”
As they motion a pinky swear, Regan and Jay hug again, she kisses his forehead and he happily runs to his grandmother, ready to set the table. Regan goes back to the grill, concentrating on cooking, not even looking up when Selena come over, standing beside her…
Selena: “Regan….”
Regan: “Shut up, I just lied to my son. I need a minute.”
Selena: “No you didn’t. You told him the truth, that he is not going to hurt you like that again. I will make sure of it and…”
Regan: “No. I win or lose on my own merit. I have a lot on my mind right now, I just want to get this done so we can all sit down like a big happy family, eat, drink, laugh whatever. I cannot constantly be living my life here worrying about the goddamn SCW and it seems like I can never escape it, if it isn’t Tommy, David and Kandis, it’s Xander or Datura or even Infamous. I just want to fucki….”
Selena: “…. No. You are going to calm down, separate what is on the outside of this home, and enjoy your time with the people that love you. Are we clear?”
Regan: “Selena…”
Selena: “Are we clear?”
Regan: “Yeah…. Crystal.”
Regan knew that Selena was right, The Hellcat had to find the happy balance, which for a while she did and now feels like she’s losing it, even regretting not walking away. She needed to go through with this match even if Xander broke her in half and anything else which came her way. Things were starting to get tense with her husband’s best friend, so this was it. Now all that mattered, closing a chapter and moving on to the next, but if she failed to do so?
How would she explain this to her kids.
One Week Ago
Los Angeles, CA.
He could see Regan was emotionally upset. She winced in pain each time adjusting to her seat. With her hand shaking, the long-pointed nail of her right hand slowly brushed a few strands of hair from her face. It took her a second after telling Dr. Ross what happened right before Cold-Blooded and how her mindset was, feeling like she lied to her stepson, Jay and let down her family not so much in loss, but in principle. She looked almost shameful to admit it…
Regan: “Xander Valentine is his name and scares me to death. It’s not because of his strength and power, it’s not for the fight or me being even hurt, it’s the man has no boundaries, no limits and no care for the world around me. He would easily break my daughters neck to get my attention, he would ram my husband’s head into a wall to send me a message. He would do whatever it took to make sure that he was the only thing in my mind and while I have faced many like him including Datura, Ravyn Taylor and Marina Trent, they were more psychological, Xander isn’t. Xander says and he does. I went into this with blind rage and what happened afterwards? I can’t make any excuses. I have allowed myself to be distracted, to let my pride and ego get in the way of earning a monsters respect.”
Dr. Ross: “Why do you feel like his respect is needed?”
Regan: “I don’t know, Doc. I have no fucking clue why. Maybe because he is a legend, one of the foundations bricks? A man who has almost done it all in the SCW and wrestling in general? It could be due to the fact I hate him so much that I wanted to prove to the world a woman half his size could take him down, stand toe to toe and never stand back.”
Dr. Ross: “Do you feel like that was accomplished?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Regan doesn’t know how to answer that. Instead she sits there quiet for a few moments. Dr. Ross allows her to get composed some, letting her answer at Regan’s leisure…
Regan: “I love this business and for a while I pissed all over it. I am a very stubborn woman that for a very long time fought for what I believed in no matter the price or consequence. I would speak my mind, no filter whatsoever. There were things that came out of my mouth, I look back and shake my head in disgust and yet, that was part of growing up and my maturation as a wrestler. Do you know why I hate Xander so much?”
Dr. Ross: “Please do tell.”
Regan: “He reminds me of who I was once and when I think of threatening the children of my tag team partner, my sister in arms and know that big son of a bitch did the same thing and I went ape shit over it not even realizing that I too used the same verbiage and tried to do the deed? I don’t; know how and why I did it, the same rage and hatred I feel toward him I could imagine is how Selena felt against me.”
Dr. Ross: “Do you really believe that?”
Regan: “Yes.”
Dr. Ross: “I find this quite fascinating, for you have stated before that Selena is your sister, trusting one another with everything, yet you still feel like there is animosity?”
Regan: “I don’t know. I love that woman to death, she has been there for me when I was vulnerable and couldn’t defend myself, and I for her. These constant failures in the tag team title matches, the chance we had to win, and we didn’t become the laughingstock of the tag team division, then coupled back to what I did before? Wouldn’t anyone?”
Dr. Ross: “Not necessarily. Have you forgiven her for everything?”
Regan slowly nods her head….
Dr. Ross: “Still you see yourself as Xander Valentine once, a monster with no remorse.”
Regan: “Yes, that is why he scares me, Doc. I see myself in him and I know the limits I’d go to get what I want.”
Dr. Ross: “People change, Regan. They see faults and others and compare them to their own, some realizing just how wrong they are, others embracing it. It seems like you have done a little of both, and now you are trying to balance them out, but cannot. At what point do you stop this and hit the refresh button, rewind a little and start over? I feel like you have done this but every time there is a challenge ahead and you lose, one of two things happen, you either right the ship and suddenly become unbeatable or you fester, the reactions of your family and friends play a major role. Right now, you lost a battle with Xander, but did you earn his respect?”
Regan: “I don’t know…. Maybe… maybe not.”
Dr. Ross: “So if you did earn it, was it truly a loss? Therefore, you wanted the match with him, to earn his respect. It wasn’t just about victory, am I correct?”
The Hellcat again didn’t answer, instead she looked down at her feet, toes curling, jaw biting down, while wincing. She started rubbing her hands together nervously…
Dr. Ross: “Regan? Please answer the question. Was this about winning or earning his respect?”
Regan: “I….”
Dr. Ross: “Winning or earning his respect?”
Regan: “Earning his respect, okay!? It was about earning his fucking respect! I have busted my ass for this industry! We have spilled the same blood in the same ring! Fought many of the same challengers but all I ever hear is how great the old days of SCW were! Names like James Exeter, CHBK, Cid, Jay Gold, Matt Hodges, Phoenix, Ace Marshall, Jason Zero, Shawn Winters, Dean Black, Damian Angel, Chad Evans, Josh Hudson who I know all too well, Steve Griffin to name a few that I have had it up to here when they look down at my generation for the last 8 years where I have done EVERYTHING in this company short a Supreme Championship and Main Eventing Rise to Greatness which I had in the palm of my fucking hands and gave it away! All for revenge, because I couldn’t accept a devastating loss and the embarrassment of my family that I failed! Xander Valentine represents everything I hate about this business and yet? All I see is Regan Street in that son of a bitch! You’re damn right Doc, I wanted his respect! I didn’t care if he beat me down to a bloody pulp and pinned me like he did in the middle of the fucking ring! Long as that man looked into my eyes and saw The Hellcat who took the fight to him and knew that I was on his level?! That was all I wanted! In the process, I broke the promise to my son because I knew that when we had the pinky swear, on my side it was empty, I knew how this was going to end. What I didn’t know, was that Tommy would take this to another level and THAT….. THAT Doc…. Is what makes it all so goddamn heart wrenching.”
Dr. Ross: “Why?”
Regan: “Because…. there is…. There is no turning back.”
Dr. Ross: “David?”
Regan: “No…. he is not part of this!”
Dr. Ross: “He did come out to help you, yes.”
This was the moment reality set in, when she had to finally stop denying the fact David did get involved, he even took a kick to the side of his face. Regan finally leaned in, scraping her scalp with her fingernails, knowing that she was going to have to deal with this face on….
Dr. Ross: “Did you and David talk about this?”
Regan: “No.”
Dr. Ross: “Not even after the event?”
Regan: “No. I went back to the hotel room, took some pain meds, drank a few beers and passed out. I wasn’t in the mood to do anything. David, Jason, Lucas and others went to Bourbon Street and did their things. I barely remember anything after I laid in bed. The next morning, we didn’t talk about much, I tried to avoid the conversation best I could.”
Dr. Ross: “And Jay?”
Regan: “I avoided him too. He has been in school, only been home a day, I came straight here and let David get him ready this morning. I don’t how I am going to handle this. I am my own worse enemy, always think I’m a bad mother yet I’m not, I’m a damn good mother who has her issues and quirks, that still changes nothing. He is the reason I have carried on, calling me his hero, which means so much to me and I have thought about my family when making ALL decisions something I never had to do before. Whether it is Jay, AJ, Jennifer, Mikaela, Delilah or even David, I have a lot of people that are counting on me and look up to what I do. The pressure at times I make it a little more than I should, because I feel like if I let them down, then what good am I?”
Dr. Ross: “That is where you have to stop and start looking at yourself and what is most important to you. See Regan, in my line of work, I have noticed that many people crack under their own pressure, the one they bestow upon themselves, feeling like they have to be the one who is a role model and a leader to those they love and care for. Your kids and family, they know what you can and cannot do. Every person accepts faults and strengths, you do not. Regan Street while she has weaknesses, never wants to admit them. When things go south, when they do not work your way, the panic button is hit. You said that after failing to win the Number One Contendership and the tag team titles, that maybe it was time to walk away from the sport without even completing what you had set out for, yes?”
Regan: “That’s right.”
Dr. Ross: “Why would you quit?”
It was another tough question that she didn’t want to answer. She had agreed to be transparent with Dr. Ross Palkia. It took her a second before looking right into his eyes…
Regan: “I was ashamed. I talked a lot of shit and Kandis practically shut me up. Whether it was a blindside or not, the fact was, we were heavily favored to face Infamous on our own, I screwed up, was knocked out, luckily Selena did the same and Tommy and I pinned each other. It was tough to digest. I acted tough, tried to be like I didn’t care, but I did. My ego was bruised, my pride shot because I know, I’m better than that. Then came Retribution and we failed again, so it crossed my mind. The next PPV, same thing, Cold Blooded, I lost. I have lost quite a few matches already this year and now I must defend a TV title I beat Tommy Valentine for against Kandis, who is the reason why all this is happening in the first place. I tried Doc to make sense of things, I even tried to explain myself to Tommy, even willing to swallow more of my pride that I have already all because I insulted his girlfriend and I get it but there comes a time when enough is enough.”
Dr. Ross: “Explain.”
Regan: “I don’t know. I will tell you this much, I would have never gotten in the way of my husband being friends with him. He could have come over to the house, have a beer, hang out with Jay, whatever, I really did not care. Just because there is a lot of heat between us, that did not translate to the family at all. For me, I was hoping that he does take advantage and stays in contact, it is not fair to them because we both have big mouths that have a hard time closing. My actions while I may tell myself they do, will not affect my family, if they did, I would make sure to fix them. I think I am done talking about Tommy and reconciliation, there is nothing more I can do about it right now, one day I hope the ship rights itself, until then, I will sail on those dangerous waters.”
Dr. Ross: “Accepting consequences that could follow?”
Regan: “That’s the thing Doc, I already expect these consequences to get worse. What am I going to tell my kid when Uncle Tommy is not coming around anymore, or he sees his dad fighting with him on TV? Or why Kandis and I are beating the shit out of each other over a title and some words I said yet they take no responsibility or consideration in the things they said about me? Tommy had the gall to go to David and tell him that I was in the wrong, to choose a side, then when I was willing to at least come to an understanding he gets bitter after I take away his TV title and distracts me long enough for Xander to take advantage, turning the tide of the match. He didn’t have to be there, instead he slapped David in the face with my hand. All because he took some typical wrestling shit talk, personal. I didn’t want this and now, I must live with it, two best friends at odds and I feel partly responsible for it.”
Dr. Ross: “And Tommy?”
Regan: “He is just as much at fault if not more. Here’s the problem Dr. Ross, today I have to go home and face my son, show him my injuries and see that I broke my promise. At the same time, I need to talk to my husband and see where he is at, if he’s furious with me after this. That I started something that maybe I can’t finish. Where come next Breakdown, Kandis knocks me out again, this time taking the title I won from her boyfriend as a way to appease him. When does it all end? When do we stop this madness and look back at it and laugh?”
Dr. Ross: “Do you think that can happen?”
It took her a second to answer….
Regan: “No.”
Dr. Ross: “Why?”
Regan: “Because the damage is done. See Doc, Tommy had his chance, to accept what happen, know that I will be coming for the tag team titles, see this is only going to about competition but he had to make it personal by needing to see me fail. There is nothing they want more than to know that Regan Street will never be Tag Team Champion. That Regan Street will lose the TV title back to them. I can’t anymore. I can’t hold out hope, wish away the words I said or take them back. I took responsibility when I didn’t have to, I could have easily been content and just gone on doing what I did best, talk shit and had it been anyone else, I would have easily said fuck it and gone on with my bad self. It was Tommy but after this match? Things are only going to get worse.”
Dr. Ross: “Tell me why?”
Regan: “Why? Tommy isn’t going to appreciate what I do to the love of his live, Doc that is why.”
Dr. Ross: “So, you are looking to hurt her?”
Regan: “No, payback.”
They both lock eyes, as he writes notes, sighing a little, a bit concerned at where Regan is. A woman who is bi-polar, any stressful situation could set her off and when it came to her sport, it was supposed to be about competition and not personal…
That is what it has become, friends torn apart, enemies sowing their seeds and sides chosen. He could see deep inside Regan hated this, she wished it would all go back to the way it used to be…
Sometimes though, those decisions are beyond our reach….
And out of our control.
Thirty Minutes Later
Her session as over and it was time to go home. She wanted to do something special for little Jay and David, both she feared were upset with her at a different capacity, dealing with it came at a steep cost, kissing up to them both. She went shopping to buy groceries, parked in the driveway, seeing that David and Jay were home. Regan was ready to get out of the car but stopped, suddenly she had cold feet, sitting there wondering if she even wanted to address it. Her and David hadn’t spoken much since the event, Jay was unfortunately being ignored by Regan out of fear. Gripping the steering wheel, The Hellcat closed her eyes for a moment, she couldn’t face them, not right now, needing time to clear her head. She backed out of the driveway and started to drive off in her Mustang, David watched from the front window, before turning to his son sitting on the couch playing the Nintendo Switch…..
Malibu, CA.
Regan had not been to this place in a long time, it was her little hideaway on the beach near a rock formation with a fifty-foot drop into the Pacific Ocean. She sat on the sand, leaned back against the rocks, sandals next to her, digging her toes in, sipping on a Starbucks Dirty Chai Tea Latte. Her green eyes stared at the sun going down, she had been gone for about an hour, groceries still in the car hesitant to go home. Taking another sip, she heard some footsteps, quickly turning to see her husband show up in jeans, boots and a Harley T-shirt. She was shocked to see him…
Regan: “David? How did you find me?”
David: “That’s not important. What is going on?”
Regan: “Nothing. I just needed some time alone, is all. I hadn’t been here in a long time, so I felt like I should come here and visit, you know? Remember the good times, and how this place played a part on how we came together.”
David: “This is where you broke things off with Lucas, told him you loved me?”
Regan: “Yeah, it was. Also, the place Trinity found me hanging out and convinced me to chase you down at the airport, stop you from moving to New Jersey.”
David: “I remember that day like it was yesterday.”
Regan: “Me too.”
David: “Okay… so why are you here?”
She lowered her head, let out a breath and said nothing, instead looking back up at the sunset. David decided to get comfortable and sit next to her, resting the arms on his knees….
David: “How are your injuries?”
Regan: “Healing, my ego and pride not so much.”
David: “No one saw you a loser Regan.”
Regan: “I did.”
David: “You always do and need to stop it. How was your appointment with Dr. Palkia?”
Regan: “Productive. He has a way of making me come out and be transparent, I do appreciate that aspect from him. It is helping, I am learning new things about myself every single day, stuff that I never knew existed. I don’t know if I can even trust myself anymore. The way I think, how I tank stuff one day at a time, I find myself being a bit neurotic and even different. I would analyze myself as a fucking head case.”
David chuckles a little, finding Regan’s self-diagnosis rather entertaining….
David: “You really think very low of yourself babe.”
Regan: “No…. I am just being honest.”
David: “Honest? Then why didn’t you come home and hang out with Jay and I? He was waiting for you, was excited to show you a new game I bought him on the Nintendo Switch, and he was hoping to play and even go a couple of laps with you on Mario Kart.”
Regan: “I love that fucking game, man.”
David: “WE KNOW. Had it all set up and then I see you drive off which I found a bit strange. I was worried and well, we haven’t really talked much since Sunday, been a few days now. Maybe now is a good time, babe.”
Regan: “David, listen… you do know that I would never, ever try and get in the way of your friendship with Tommy, never. I tried my best to keep it clear and honest with him heading into the TV Title match. I didn’t want to instigate it any further than what it was. I wanted a fight, get the belt, wear and defend it proud for long as I could. I never thought I would have been given the chance so soon and with Fatal; Fortunes coming, I have to try and fend off Kandis who I am sure wants to do it for Tommy and get brownie points. I didn’t want to talk about what happened at Cold Blooded.”
David: “We have to. That night, I know you purposely knocked yourself out at the hotel room to avoid it. Yesterday was a travel day and we ended up getting home late. This morning you stayed in bed to avoid Jay, so I took him to school. I know what is going on and I am sure your psychologists appointments are not 6 hours long.”
Regan holds up two fingers…
David: “Okay two hours. Avoiding the inevitable isn’t going to change anything babe. We need to talk about what happened on Sunday and I have a son that is worried about his stepmom right now, who was scared to know she was fighting Xander Valentine and thinks she is avoiding him. He’s not dumb Regan….”
Regan: “I never said he was David.”
David: “Okay, then give the kid the benefit of the doubt, alright? He loves you and wants to see his momma Regan, can you at least do that?”
She starts to bury her face in the palm of her hand, frustrated, sad and disappointed in herself. She had every intention to go home and cook them Spaghetti and Meatballs with sausage and Fresh Parmesan, Jay’s favorite, with some Tiramisu for dessert. At the very last second, she second guessed herself and drove to Malibu. David gently rubs her back….
Regan: “I promised him that I wouldn’t get hurt again.”
David: “You have NOTHING to be ashamed of Regan. NOTHING. That was a war and if anything, I am so proud of you and how you stood against that monster, we ALL are. Selena, Mikaela, Delilah, Jason, AJ, Jennifer, ALL of us Regan and if you are going to sit there and start moping or placing blame on yourself, I need you to stop right now, I am not having ANY OF IT BABE!”
She slowly turned to David; her green eyes were swelling in tears…
Regan: “I lost.”
David: “The match, you didn’t lose the war and you got something that no one can take from you, Regan…. His respect.”
Regan: “That’s all I wanted, but now that I have it, I want his ass so I can kick it to kingdom come. I want another match David, I don’t know how I can ever tell Jay, I….”
David: “Jay is getting older, he will understand, I promise. You deserve another match and you will get it. We both know why.”
Regan: “Tommy.”
It was hard for David Helms to accept it but that was the way things were going. Tommy Valentine and David Helms were not only best friends, they were tag team partners, champions, business associates and especially brothers. They were together long before Regan was ever in the picture and she knew that. Some things were sacred, the “Bro’s before ho’s” mantra always played it’s part, she knew how sacred it was for them, which is why when this whole thing broke out the way it did, she quickly told David that she would do anything to fix it if he asked, but David wanted this to all play out and while it did, wasn’t for the best. David finally turned to his wife and nodded his head; it was one of the hardest things he had to do….
David: “Tommy.”
Regan: “He pushed it too far David, I am SO sorry.”
David: “Don’t be sorry.”
Regan: “I am not apologizing for what has happened with Tommy and me. I am apologizing for what I am going to do to Kandis that will make matters worse. I never wanted this.”
David: “I know….. I know babe.”
Regan: “And I don’t want you to get involved it is not fair to you or the family.”
David cups his hands over Regan’s face….
David: “You are my family, my everything. Regan, there was never a time you made me choose a side. There wasn’t one instance or conversation between the two of us that led to my decision, never being forced to look at my brother in a different light. He did that. He made the choice, he forced me into deciding and choosing a side, one that I would have always taken, my wife’s. Regan, it didn’t matter who said what, they spoke and talked a lot of trash too and to throw it all on you and then expect me to reprimand a Hellcat for doing what she does best? No. So I made choice.”
He grabs her hand as Regan’s lips quiver some, nodding a bit and overjoyed yet guilty of how this has all gone down. She didn’t know what to expect from this conversation, avoiding it only dragged it on further as she awaits his response….
David: “And if that son of bitch wants to go that road and cost my wife a match like that against Xander and put her in the line of danger? Then I will stand by your side and fight them, until the bitter end.”
Regan: “David….”
David: “Nothing against Selena, you guys have your thing, but this is going to end ONE WAY, US against THEM.”
She jumped into his arms, grasping David tightly, full of emotion, in the arms of the man she loves more than anything on this planet. Regan buried her face in his shoulder, finally letting out the pent-up frustration she had over the last several weeks….
David: “Now how about we go home and see your son.”
Regan: “I would love that.”
He helps Regan to her feet, grabbing her heels and drink. Making their way to the rocks, they arrive at the parking lot. The battered and bruised Regan suddenly stops, Jay is in the car playing his Switch. He looks up and sees her, placing it down and stepping out, running to her for a big hug as she scoops him off his feet and stands there while David smiles….
David: “Together.”
Regan: “Together.”
David embraces them both as the sun starts to go down, a small family reunion and a chance to remind themselves just how much they have grown, matured and withstood the stand of time. Regan was afraid of losing her husband’s trust during this ordeal, now she is afraid what they will do together….
But first it was Kandis….
…. And Tommy wasn’t going to be happy.
They both chose a side…
Each other.
SCENE FADES
“STARMAKER”
The Scene Opens….
The Breakers is a Vanderbilt mansion located on Ochre Point Avenue, Newport, Rhode Island, United States. The building became a National Historic Landmark in 1994 and is a contributing property to the Bellevue Avenue Historic District. It is owned and operated by the Preservation Society of Newport County and is open for visits all year. The mansion was built as the Newport summer home of Cornelius Vanderbilt II, a member of the wealthy United States Vanderbilt family, in an architectural style based on the Italian Renaissance. It was designed by renowned architect Richard Morris Hunt with interior decoration by Jules Allard and Sons and Ogden Codman, Jr. The 70-room mansion has a gross area of 125,339 square feet and 62,482 square feet of living area on five floors, constructed between 1893 and 1895. The Ochre Point Avenue entrance is marked by sculpted iron gates, and the 30-foot-high walkway gates are part of a 12-foot-high limestone-and-iron fence that borders the property on all but the ocean side. The footprint of the house covers approximately 1 acre or 43,000 square feet of the 14 acres estate on the cliffs overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. The Breakers is also a definitive expression of “Beaux Arts Architect” in American domestic design by one of the country’s most influential architects Richard Morris Hunt. The Breakers was Hunt’s final project; it is also one of his few surviving works and is valuable for its rarity as well as its architectural excellence. The Breakers made Hunt the “dean of American architecture”, as he was called by his contemporaries, and helped define the era in American life that Hunt helped to shape.
Here is where we find “The Hellcat” Regan Street, the new SCW Television Champion, where she carries it proud over her shoulder. It was one of two titles left to win on her road to Supremacy. The other the Tag Team title, she unfortunately came up short at Retribution. Now she has a new purpose, beating the man she considered like a brother and best friends with her husband, Tommy Valentine. Now though it was a different Valentine at Cold Blooded, one where she fought and was beaten, that would do whatever it took to take her out in a Street Fight, that being Xander. Regan had her reasons to challenge him but more came out of it than just a loss. Mikaela and Delilah this time were with her, watching from the background. It was time for another challenge, one closer to home in Kandis, having become personal. This city had given way to a lot of memories in the SCW for Regan, hoping to make one more. Wearing jeans, wedge black sandals and a matching Halter top, her long sandy blonde hair hanging down, toenails polished a matte red, holding the title proud, Regan walks down the quiet grounds of the Breakers, as the camera begins to roll…
REC:
Regan takes a few seconds before looking up at the camera, it is the early evening, the sun is still up as she speaks in her sexy and yet very direct voice…
“I have been thinking of so many ways to start this off all day and nothing came to mind. Holding this TV title right now is the only thing that makes any sense to me so I will just come out and say it. At Cold Blooded, I had my ass handed to me by one of the strongest and most dangerous monsters in the world of professional wrestling today. I walked into that match after I called, demanding for a Street Fight, yeah, no pun intended. I wanted to show Xander Valentine that he can’t go around having his way with people like Selena Frost, there are people who will stand right in front of his face and fight until they cannot anymore, this was the perfect example of what I did in New Orleans, when I stepped into the ring knowing full well that I would come out looking like this. I didn’t ask for this match to “survive” or make a point, I walked in there to win and big, show that while Xander has been one of the most dominant wrestlers on the planet, that I could not only give him exactly what he can dish out, but show the entire roster that I will stand until the bitter end, sending the stern message, you’re going to have to kill me to defeat The Hellcat. Wrestling goes in spurts, there are people that hang at the top of the food chain, there are others who will constantly be in line for title shots, always Main Eventing, and for some, the light shines bright one minute and dull the next. As I walk on the grounds of The Breakers here, a chance to collect my thoughts and be a little at peace on this beautiful surrounding, I can’t help but think of how the SCW has changed over the last eight years since my debut, and is my light starting to dull. I maybe one of the top stars here, but I am not the brightest….
And that bothers me.
It’s not ego, or pride, it’s being competitive, for I have always seen myself as a perfectionist to my craft, no, I am far from ever being perfect, yet every time I step into the ring, the one thing I am for is to win, entertain and inspire. Bree Lancaster is a dual Champion, Ravyn Taylor was that in 2015. Jordan Majors and Peyton Rice are the talk of the town, oldies but goodies like Ace Marshall and Asher Hayes are still making the rounds and kicking some ass. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Finally, as I stood victimized by Xander who picked me up to my feet after THREE Martial Bane’s as I was ready to continue, he looked me in the eyes differently, and I don’t know if that was respect, admiration or disdain….
Either way, I want one more match!
And you know why Xander, I earned it and deserve it.
I love this business, the SCW is the ONLY company I have ever wrestled for and the only one I will probably ever wrestle for. I have seen the greats come down from the pike, those that are synonymous in Supreme Championship Wrestling lore, those heralded as the past is always talked about how much better it was then the present and I say bullshit. I wanted Xander’s respect, he came from that period, for ONE reason, to show everyone watching and anyone who actually gives a shit about this sport that we here today are just as good if not better than those that have built the foundation of this company. Call me whatever you want, at the end of the day, I am Regan Street….
And like Xander Valentine?
You WILL remember my name.
See though, this whole thing at Cold Blooded was marred, Xander knows it, I know it and Tommy Valentine knows it. He couldn’t let me go down fighting, losing or winning on my own accord, instead coming down and acting as a distraction, getting involved when he could, ruining what Xander and I had placed in the ring, a battle for the ages, no titles or trophies were on the line, this was about the sport, what he has done for the last year plus, with every single attack, until I was finally able to get my hands on him again since Day of Infamy and Tommy….
Fucking ruined it.
Couldn’t leave it alone, take your defeat like a man a few weeks back for this TV Championship, even my words the last time, they were out of respect for the friendship and brotherhood that existed between him and David, no! Had to rub it in my face, making sure that you played a part in my defeat and that is where I draw the line! I tried to listen, even felt a bit guilty, maybe went a little overboard because of the relationship we all had on your Miss, but Tommy, you tried to make David choose a side when yours was always with Kandis and never gave a damn about what you and he shared, blaming it all on me.
That’s fine, because now I have your girlfriend on Breakdown, with the title I took from you to inch me one step closer to Supremacy on the line….
And it is going nowhere.”
Regan lowered her head, thinking about the battle, which was up next on the docket, Kandis was a tough opponent, she had wrestled her last year with the Adrenaline title on the line. She felt her wrath, knocking her out with the Starmaker. It was something that Regan vowed would never happen again. This time she had her chance to prove it….
“Let us not forget that both of you have something that I WANT, the SCW Tag Team Titles. The LAST piece of the Supremacy puzzle, yet I have to wait my turn because yes, Selena Frost and I failed to win them, we failed to be the only challengers, and after we were picked as the chosen ones, The Connection made me eat mud. That’s the thing about the journey to respect, like the one I took against Xander at Cold Blooded, it is earned not just in the ring, but by the measure of who you are. I learned the hard way that while I was respected in the ring as a competitor, this entire roster saw me as nothing more than a raging cunt rag. It took me a bit to figure it out, which is why I KNOW exactly how you feel Kandis. This match is not about the tag titles though, this is a chance for you to shut me up again and take what I possess, give it back to Tommy as a little peace offering to make it all better for his failure at the last Breakdown and hoard some titles. Kandis, before I continue, I have always sung your praises. Last year I called you a future Champion when we faced for the Adrenaline belt, I knew one day, you were going to be the talk of the town and not just for your body and assets….
But by what you do in the ring.
You wanted respect?
It’s there, I am giving it to you but at the same time, there is a price which comes with it, my undivided attention. In this business, sometimes a woman like myself who has been here for a long time becomes complacent, they think the newbies can’t knock them off their perch, the status quo will always stay the same and nothing can change it. Certain wrestlers always win, and some always lose. If you look at my record, in eight years you can count my losses on your fingers and toes, name me one other person in this company that is like that?
You can’t.
Once in a while, a wrestler comes and threatens your position, they take exception to my words, those that I shout out to get a rise or mean them in some way, the fact is simple, you made me eat my mine a couple of months back. Every single day, I think of that knee blasting me on the blindside and seeing stars, next thing I know I was pinned with your boyfriend, and when I came too, I knew I took you for granted. History has this ability of repeating itself and let me explain. Marina Trent beat me down at my first ever PPV and I lost. I came back and took the Women’s Championship. Syren three straight times beat me for the World Title or something on the line, I came back and took her down not once but multiple times since and she has never reciprocated her early successes. Xander Valentine beat me up like a dog and dragged me to the woodshed, yet I laid him out when he wouldn’t respect me. Datura kicked my ass last year, leaving me a broken mess in the eyes of my family I tried to protect, and I went on a rampage through the entire roster including YOU until I beat her at RTG. Now Tommy has crossed the line and I remember that Contendership match. I remember Retribution as you and he were laughing in our faces. The absolute humiliation I felt when I had to look Selena in the face and tell her I was sorry that I couldn’t get the job done. One thing I have always claimed, is we learn as we go along the way, new challenges, opponents, matches, and even a veteran like me makes mistakes and I have done my share against you and Tommy….
Those stop now.
There was a time when you were proud to be promiscuous, I called you on that Kandis. Was I wrong? Out of line? Did I think so little of you that I learned “Slut Shaming” was a thing from an attention seeking whore like Datura on Social Media? I will be the first to admit to my mistakes, I am also the type of woman that doesn’t back peddle either. Kandis, brought her best after my words, so now I am challenging you to bring more because this time Kandis, the curtain has come flying open and we see the Wizard behind it. There are no surprises, you can’t get one over on me anymore, know why?
I see you no different than Syren, Marina Trent, Datura, Xander Valentine or any other obstacle that I have been put in front of. That’s right Kandis, you made it. Every word and every insult that I ever said about you, was the spark needed to put down someone like me. I can appreciate that, because Kandis showed that she is the real deal and The Connection right now?
Are the best tag team in the SCW.
After all this though, while the story seems to favor the two of you right now, this is not how it ends. This is the TV title Division and this is a singles match, you are stepping into my territory, where I have made it a craft, an art and when Regan Street is focused, when she is determined to make a wrong into a right and send a message to the one man that couldn’t let this go and hurt my husband in the process?
I won’t let you win.”
Her green eyes narrow for a moment, still bruised, her lip a little puffy, it doesn’t matter for Regan Street, she would fight with all broken limbs if she had to, defend the TV title and continue her success moving forward. This is her first title defense and Regan is going to make sure that it isn’t her last. Regan takes a deep breath, walking some before standing in front of the Breakers garden. Turning her attention back to the camera…
“This is your chance to make history, I played that role once, going up against the established, they didn’t think I could beat “The Black Swan”, surprising the booking committee and from that moment forward, they knew Regan Street was going to be a player. Is it your time now Kandis? I’m not going to stand here and throw cheap insults at you, talk about your ass or Thirsty Thursday’s, that is all you girl, instead we are going to have a woman to woman talk, let’s get real for a moment. I stand in the way of you shocking the industry, walking into Breakdown and beating me for the belt and why shouldn’t you have any confidence? Not very many people can say they have knocked me out, yet you did and be proud of it, own that accomplish, even brag and throw it in my face “babe”. I want you to walk into that ring with your head held high, beaming with arrogance, smiling with those big lips, Tommy right behind you, hell he can stand at ringside for all I care because Kandis, so I can slap the smug clean off your sucker, for you haven’t faced what I am feeling right now, a switch I turn on whether out of spite, anger or desperation, this is why I have the nickname, for you have never been in the ring with a pissed off Hellcat. I don’t walk in expecting this to be an easy victory, on the contrary, I expect you to give me the fight of my life, I know just how serious a threat you are and that changes me, those butterflies in the stomach start to tickle, making me anxious, I love it. We could have had our match with the belt on the line, given you the chance to take what I have just won and planning to keep for a very long time for I don’t do things half-ass, I go all the way. At Cold Blooded, The Connection walked out victorious, a huge defense against a game Mason team. I on the other hand, was literally crawling out of the ring, barely able to stand on my own two feet but I did, wobbly and all, I still walked out on my own two feet, a feeling, a notion that will not repeat itself at Breakdown tomorrow night. Before you head out toward the ring Kandis, I want you to give Tommy a good long look…..
For when the bell rings, and they raise my arm with the TV title in hand, it is the same face that will stare you back, guilty of your loss, knowing he is the reason I ran over you. Tommy loves you, and Kandis, you love him, but in the process of these little battles we have been engaging, he turned it into a war. I was willing to talk, willing to let things settle, willing to do anything in the attempt to preserve the friendship of Tommy and David. You may point the finger and blame me for all I said, not one-time taking responsibility for your own and that is fine? No, your boy toy tried to turn my husband against me. He tried to make him choose sides, get involved in business that didn’t pertain to him simply to hurt me, our marriage, anything whatsoever and disguise it as his longtime partnership with David. It was all lie, for we could have easily settled this in the middle of the ring…
But Tommy chose not to, HE made it PERSONAL.
He took something so important from me at Cold Blooded, over a YEAR in the making, a fucking year! I am returning the favor, Kandis, through you. So now we are at war and this is no longer a battle between me and Tommy, it is a battle between US and THEM.”
She turns to see David Helms come into the picture, wearing a leather jacket, jeans, sneakers and a Rolling Stones t-shirt. He puts his arm around Regan. This is a sight you don’t see often, the Helms couple together, showing their strength and unity, a bind that is forever tight and never to be broken…
“And Kandis, I’m taking you to the NEXT LEVEL as Tommy, watches closely your Television Championship hopes END…. In a CATastrophe.”
David smirks, as the intense Regan glares into the camera, biting down on her jaw, muttering the words…..
“ROAR BITCH, ROAR.”
The Hellcat’s green eyes narrow while David cracks a smirk and whispers the word….
“BANG!”
…. And she smiles, winking to the camera.
FADE TO BLACK
/REC
Delilah: “Thanks…”
Matty: “Hey doll.”
Regan Street 