See the pain in my eyes see the scars deep inside
My God, I'm down in this hole again
With the laughter, I smile with the tears that I cry
Keep going down this road called life
Don't need your sympathy
I just want for this silence to stop killing me.
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Roswell, New Mexico
18 months ago
Sierra was alone. For the first time in days, perhaps weeks she was sitting with her thoughts. Nothing to distract her. Nothing to stop the memories from flooding in. Normally even at night, she had someone there. Wulf. Even if he was asleep the sound of him breathing was enough to calm her, the feeling of his arms around her enough to stop the bad thoughts from creeping into her mind. Sierra’s hands trembled as she looked at her bag. The front pocket specifically. She inched closer as every single fiber of her being and every thought in her mind screamed at her.
Don’t do it….
She took a deep breath and slowly unzipped the front pocket reaching inside pulling out a silver heart-shaped locket. Her hands trembled along with her heart as she noticed just how dark the room had become. A small table lamp the only source of light as it dimly lit the room from the side showing strange shadows creeping up the walls. Sierra sighed and opened the locket. She stared inside, on one side a picture of herself and her mother. On the other a picture of herself and her own daughter, Jade.
Sierra tears up, the silence deafening to the point of madness. Her eyes focus on her daughter's face. The little girl looked so much like her mother. The eye structure, cheekbones, shape of her lips. The color of her hair. It was all surreal. The two pictures looking so similar. Her thumb rubbed across the glass as she took a deep breath trying to calm her heartbeat. The door behind her opened, the sound of the latch causing her to shut the locket and slide it in the pocket of her hooded sweatshirt.
Wulf: Hey babe I got….food….
As Wulf stepped in his smile faded, he looked at Sierra's face, she turned away trying to hide her emotions as her fingers drifted to her eyes wiping away the tears. Wulf set the paper bag on the table of the hotel room moving over to her, he slid around and dropped to one knee in front of her, his hands wrapping around hers as they stay clasped together on her lap. His long blonde dreads were tied up high as he stared into Sierra's eyes, she took another deep breath. Wulf didn’t ask or say anything, his hand gliding from hers up to her cheek, his palm resting against her soft cheek before moving her long black hair from her face behind her ear
Sierra tilted her head into his palm, her lips softly kissing the rough skin as she closed her eyes and let the tears fall. She reached in her pocket pulling out the small locket opening it and handing it to Wulf. He looked down at it, his eyes widening as it clicks. All of it. He leans up kissing her softly and sliding his arms around her pulling Sierra against his chest letting her hear his heartbeat.
Wulf: Happy Mother's day…..
She let go of it all gripping his shirt in her hands as she softly wept against his chest. His hands drifting from her shoulder down her back and up again, She pulled her forward onto his lap and held her tightly, his lips moving to her forehead as he came close whispering in her ear.
Wulf: I love you Sierra….
She smiled faintly leaning her forehead against his, her hand grabbing him and interlocking her fingers before pulling his hand to her chest. Her heart slowed to a calm beat, her body stopped shaking and the smile widened as the tears started to dry.
Sierra: I love you too Wulfie…..thank you
Inside my body, I'm a stranger
Stuck in a place that never changes
The world around me seems unaffected
But here I am behind the bars in my own prison
Behind the bars in my own prison
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Thunder Bay Ontario Canada
7 years ago.
Her breathing was labored. Her chest rose and fell with difficulty as each breath seemed to be a struggle. Her hair stayed over her face. A mixture of blond and black as it became a curtain, the bottom moving and flowing with each forced exhale. But the pain was gone. As he had promised. The sting and burn in her lower back now a pleasant numb as the room spun. She Laughed, a quick one not even making sense or becoming and chuckle.
Sierra looked down at her arm, the rubber tie off hung loosely down her elbow as the small injection site turned red, a small amount of blood still dripping down and out of the wound. Sierra simply smiled and swayed as she felt numb. Her entire body floating, free from pain, free from anxiety. At that moment she was in heaven. The pure ecstasy of it all overtaking her senses. The room slowed and stopped spinning. The small TV in the corner flickered as die-hard played. Sierra tried to stand up, her legs wobbling as she moved to the bathroom.
She stumbled through the door and fell, her hand crashing through the glass of the shower door. She laughed at herself. Unable to get up as she looked at her hand and arm, the blood moved from her palm down her wrist and up to her elbow like a monster consuming her soft pale skin. All she could do was marvel at it, laugh at it, stare at it. She let out a small moan and looked up. A dark figure stood above her. His long hair down his face as he wore all black, she couldn’t see any features. Just his eyes. Cold, black and empty.
Sierra: Are you a demon?
She cackled and laughed louder. The figure bent down looking at her arm before pulling Sierra to her feet. She held on as her legs remained unsteady. He pulled her back through the room before sitting her on the bed, his hand reaching forward to hers yanking out a piece of glass. She giggled as the numbness stayed in her body like the washing feeling of going deep underwater. She felt his hand on her face, his thumb and forefinger gripping either side of her jaw as he stared down in her glassy eyes. He laughed a deep guttural chuckle as he removed her shirt. A whisper in her ear sent a chill up her spine and gave her a moment of lucidity.
Time to pay for the pain I removed….don’t worry….it’ll be over quick
She felt his lips on her neck. His breath hot on her skin as she rolled her eyes back in her head and stared at the ceiling. She studied every single discolored spot. Every single crack. Every single part of chipped paint. His hands moved over her body, grabbing, tearing, ripping. They were fast, eager, clumsy. She swayed back and forth his hands pushing her down as she tried to turn onto her stomach, he pulled her back with another whisper.
No…..you’ll look at me. Thank me for taking away what you needed.
She blinked and tried to keep her eyes closed. It became a blur. It became painful. The realization hitting her as her body moved along the lumpy bed. Her hands stayed over her head as her arm continued to bleed. Her body became cold. Her heart fluttered and felt like stopping. She wanted it to be over. She wanted the pain to stomp. This new pain that drugs couldn’t numb. That it wasn’t going to take away.
Sierra: And that was just the first time….
Wulf sat silent. One of his dreads hung down past his face as he stared ahead. Sierra cleared her throat hoping to get some kind of reaction as his hands seemed to tighten together. A deep sigh is heard as Sierra looked away. Her bright blue eyes a dull grey. As if the story had taken all the soul in her body away. Wulf swallowed hard and pushed to his feet.
Wulf: I know that was hard…
His hand caressed her cheek, Sierra let out a sharp breath and Wulf hesitated. The moment of broken contact causing Sierra to panic. Her head snapping around and up to look Wulf in the eyes. Her face begging for him to touch her. A tear rolled down her cheek, Wulf let out a small smile and leaned down, not wiping it away but kissing it. His lips catching the tear as it hit her jaw. Sierra turned her head catching a kiss on his lips.
Sierra: I’m sorry…..
Wulf: What are you sorry for Si?...
She pulled away and broke down again, her hands shaking as more tears fell freely. Her voice becoming a whispered squeak as she became unable to look him in the face.
Wulf smiled and cupped her cheek looking into her eyes. At that moment he wasn’t the young brash daredevil, he wasn’t the immature jokester. The outer shell he showed the world melted away and instead it was just him. A man. He kissed her again and put his forehead to hers, they moved against one another like two animals or beasts showing affection. He growled in her ear.
Wulf: You are to me…..
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Las Vegas, Nevada
Present Day
”Did you all enjoy that break?”
Sierra leans back with her arms folded over a black and red shirt of her own merch. A Canadian flag but the maple leaf is the color of green on the Mexican flag with her striking a pose under it. A small smile comes across her face as she tilts her head.
”The time has come right?. In ception 3. The clash of champions. The show that has been hyped up for months as the final melding of Honor and SCW as the Honor and SCW champions clash to find out just who the hell gets to walk out as champions and their heads held high.; And over the last few weeks the Honor guys have been going on about how SCW doesn’t want them here. Meanwhile, Lachy and I have gone about our business. Coming in here from Division after it’s untimely and annoying death. And we have been two of the best newcomers this company has and we have proved it by winni9ng the mixed tag belts and making them matter…”
“See when Mercedes and Kain had them, they were an afterthought. Kain and Mercedes are so focused on their own careers and other titles and hall of fame inductions that they couldn’t see the team in front of their eyes that was about to do what they couldn’t. Make the mixed tag team division relevant. Lachlan and I became the number one contenders, we won the titles and then SCW went about creating an entire tournament just to find out who was next to face us. And over the last month or so they have been going at it to bring us two teams….”
“Amy Santino and Jon Dough going against Ben and Evie Jordan….”
“The Jordans cemented their spot by beating London Underground and Amy and Jon beat Char Kwan and Jack Stewart….”
Sierra can’t help but laugh to herself and roll her eyes.
”There have been some interesting matches in this whole series and some interesting teams. People who are actual career tag teams losing to randomly thrown together nonsense and some who seem to have hit their stride. Now Lach and I will be watching intently backstage to see who we’ll be defending our titles against. And if I had my arm twisted to pick who we’d be facing I guess I’d have to pick The Jordans. See they are an actual team. They are a husband and wife duo. And way back when this tournament first began they came to use and we had a lovely little talk. They want these titles bad and what they represent and so far, they have held up their end of the bargain. Ben is very much like Lachlan. He’s a talented guy, he knows what he can do in that ring and respects everyone and is honestly what you’d call a “nice” guy…”
“And then there’s Evie….”
“Evie seems to have a temperament similar to mine. But while Lachlan and Ben match up as far as physical skill and wrestling attributes go, Evie and I don’t. She might have the attitude, she might have the sneer, but she’s a prissy little princess. She works well with her husband and I can tell there’s some real talent there. But there are differences between us. See I’m an angry, sometimes insane, bitch and you?. You lack ambition. In some respects so does Ben. You two could be the greatest mixed tag team in the world. You two could be more than enough of a challenge for me and Lachlan. And as the ladder gets higher and you keep climbing those rungs it starts to look like a long fall on the way down. But as I said. If I had to pick opponents it would be you two. Cause you are an actual team and as a team, you’re the two biggest challenges we could have….”
“As a team….”
Sierra scoffs and shakes her head.
”Now, from a personal standpoint, I personally believe my biggest challenge would be Amy Santino. But that’s just me. See Amy is what you’d call a legend in wrestling and certainly a legend here in SCW. I have followed her since she used to wrestle for NCW back in the day and she has always been interesting to me. A woman who has never given a shit what people think about her and to someone like me that was liberating. Everyone knows my story, everyone knows I grew up in Canada and because of my family, I was never really accepted the way others were. So I look at you Amy and I know that we think the same. I would love to get in the ring with you and see just who the fuck is better. And this mixed tag match might give us a preview of that. But it won’t be just you and me in there…”
“I’ll have Lachy, and you’ll have...Jon Dough…”
“I’m sorry but I can’t take a guy seriously who walks around in a mask, apparently has no idea who he is and calls himself. Literally. JON FUCKING DOUGH. It’s not funny, it’s not clever and this mask-wearing douchebag is just a stain on pro wrestling. Lachlan and I love this business, Amy is a legend of it and the Jordans are a real challenge and real team but Jon Dough?. This strange, weak-willed little man?. You see the position I’m put in right?. See Lachlan doesn’t care, he’s easy going and just enjoys wresting. But for me?. I sit here and look at the real challenge, I look at my own personal want in facing Amy and then I feel disrespected that you are her partner.”
Sierra shakes her head bringing her half of the SCW mixed tag titles up over her shoulder.
”You see this title?. You see how now it’s wanted bt some awesome teams and the division has become something special?. That was us. So many companies just ignore their tag division. So many companies just don’t care. Hell WWH’s tag division is in shambles, 4CW’s is an afterthought. But SCW had an idea. They knew that with the split genders people still wanted to see men and women in the ring at the same time so as a compromise they did this. They made the Mixed tag division and on paper, it was a great idea.”
“But no one team has been able to be the face of the division. No one team has been able to bring the prestige to the titles that they truly deserve. London Underground, Mercedes and Kain, Sam and Caleb…..”
“Out of the former champions the only team still teaming is London Underground and they failed at one of the last hurdles. Sam Marlowe and Caleb storms are both off pursuing singles gold. Mercedes and Kain seem to realize that they can’t beat us so why bother?. That is an issue. See Lach and I want to build this division around us, we want the titles to mean something and if we lose them to our first real challenge then we aren’t any better than the ones that came before. We won’t be doing these titles justice, so even though Ben, Evie, and Amy have shown they’d be worthy champions if we want to be the champs we said we are we have to win...we have to keep the titles...and we have to show dominance. If not this division, these titles...they’ll mean nothing. And I don't know about you, but I’m tired of tag titles being shiny trinkets for bored singles stars to hold. So whether it’s the Jordans, or Santino and Dough they will be in for a fight against one of the best teams in wrestling today. And you all will see it at Inception 3…”
