Lycana vs Shawn Wylde vs The Dragon Lady

"This?" I asked as I gazed at my phone in a hand. In my other hand, I held the envelope Mameha had handed me a few days ago. The deed to this house with Mameha's signature laid inside the envelope. I looked up over my phone at a very run-down house. The yard didn't look much nicer. The grass is yellow despite the constant rain that happened in Baltimore. The bushes that lined around the house looked dead. No greenery, on a one of them.

I walked forward with Mameha following behind me. "Yes. This. What do you think?" she asked as we walked up these stairs made of old creaking wood. The front windows looked broken. The little bit of glass that hung in the window frames look smudged with dirt and neglect.

"I uh. Mameha why did you buy this house? Of all the houses you could have bought here in Baltimore? I mean, this place looks like it's going to take a lot of work," I said, wondering why Mameha bought the deed to this house that honestly didn't look livable. I mean, perhaps spiders and things unknown lived here. Is she joking right now? I mean the deed in my hand says otherwise. I don't know about this.

"That's the point, Pearl. Come," she said as she stuck a key that looked as decrepit as the house into the front door to open it. I followed her inside as the door squeaked and groaned as it had been pushed open. Mameha walked to the living room and sat down on a big comfy new couch. The only thing that looked new in the big old house.

"I got this place so you could fix it up for me," she said as she leaned back and began to get herself quite comfortable. Her cast iron tea set sat there on a little round coffee table that looked to have been dusted off. No doubt by Mameha. "There," she pointed at a broom, dustpan, and a sledgehammer. "I figured you could bang out a few walls. I want you to take out the bad so we can put in the good."

She smiled at me as I tried to process this. She bought this house so I can fix it up… I am no carpenter. I am no construction man. Before I could protest Mameha’s decision making she said, "Sledgehammer. Make my house look good."

I made a face as I walked across the old splintering wooden floor to the sledgehammer that sat against a wall. I lifted it staring at the wall Mameha wanted gone, thinking, I hope Mameha had someone else drag all these tools and the couch inside for her. I took a deep breath and swung then making the sledgehammer send old drywall and wood all about.

I stared at Mameha then and grinned. "That felt good," I said, just enjoying the release of energy I had focused into the wall.

"Now again. But this time open your hands up a bit more. And with more attitude," she said through a grin of her own as she tossed her hair back with a hand. I stared back at the wall again. I did as Mameha said, yelling as I swung and swung again. I hit that wall until it was but a million pieces at my feet. Out of breath, I sat the sledgehammer down feeling as if frustrations had been tossed there to the floor.

Mameha sat there pleased as I grabbed the broom now and began sweeping everything away. Gone with the garbage. In with the good. As I swept, everything into a garbage can Mameha had conveniently sat there I thought about the good and bad. The beyond and out of this world feeling I had from taking down my nemesis Alex Winter. The feeling I have been trying very hard to keep from bouncing out of me. Being humble. Being this person, I at times, especially during dark times, found hard to find.

As I shuffled the last crumbled pieces into the garbage can, I thought about the troubles. Like The Raven. The man who has been making me feel and see things I have never felt before. He was in pain right now. And not physically for once. He is in pain in his head. And it made me hurt to think about it.

I let that pain go into the trash can. Another day I could deal with that pain. For now, I rid myself of it and let the good in. I began going around the living room tossing old wood away and tried to visualize what this place could become if I came here and did a little more each time.

Thoughts of another satisfying moment in my life filled me up as I continued on my remodeling of this old broken down house. The day I graduated from high school flooded my thoughts.

Not a person had been there to cheer for me when my name got called to collect that precious piece of paper that said I did it. I had done it. School had been one of the few things I could control at that time. I had been tedious about studying and that had been a challenge with Frank around. He always made things a challenge.

But I had done it. And the world laid there ready for me to carve my own path. Make a name for myself. I wanted to know the things I had done and gone through meant something. Never would I have thought at that particular moment, I would be here, ten years later. In Baltimore with my guardian angel Mameha. So far away from California trying to make a new home for myself. I have done it. Or rather I am doing it. Carving myself a path into some greater story I wasn't out of place in anymore.

My father is far away and out of my hair. And I am not that lost teacher's assistant trying to do something I wasn't very happy doing. I am exactly where I should be. Exactly where I need to be. And even though I am not the woman who went to college to be the smartest person like mom said I should do, I am the bravest. And I know she would be proud of that.

Mameha has sat herself cross-legged on the couch now and looks to be meditating. I leave her be as I set down my tools to go explore the rest of the house. This remodeling is going to take a very long time, I pondered as I entered a long hallway. A couple of doors are there at the end, looking honestly real creepy.

I slowly walked forwards curious about what might be behind these doors. I got to the first door and swung it open. A very large bathroom with a clawfoot bathtub that looks to be in surprisingly good shape sits there. I nodded my head in approval before turning to the second door.

I reached a hand out to the doorknob. Slowly I began to turn it. And then I felt something lightly tap my shoulder. My eyes got wide as I turned my head to see what was there. "AGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

I took off running and trying to shake my shoulders, trying to get that thing off of me. "Pearl!"

I heard Mameha yelling my name as I shot out the front door jumping on tip toes looking like an absolute girl. "Ew, ew, ew!"

"What Pearl? What's wrong?!" Mameha said, rushing after me.

"Spider! A big ass spider!" I said, still hopping around.

Mameha chuckled then. "Wimp," she said to me.

After I got my bearings, I said, "It was big. I swear it was."

Mameha continued laughing at me as my phone in my pocket lit up. Over and over again. With the scary spider situation, I hadn't realized it had buzzed about a dozen times for a dozen texts and a few phone calls.

Later, when I laid in my bed piled high with pillows I rubbed my temples. The ugliest headache ever is bugging me. And I feel like I could vomit. Every text had been from Frank. Every phone call… from Frank.

Frank

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I sat down In front of my body length mirror that stood in a corner of my room at the foot of my bed. My cam recorder sits on my bed propped by one of my fluffy pillows. The cam recorder would be capturing my back to it. The mirror is on my left and my front side can be seen.

"Sometimes it's hard to see the path in front of you clearly. Being able to understand that you just don't know everything has been difficult for me since long before me deciding to give it a go at professional wrestling. Since getting here to Carnage I have truly needed to humble myself so as to keep myself grounded."

"Not knowing the certainty of my future seems exciting and terrifying at the same time. Something I believe both of my current competitors will understand, especially the longer they are here in Carnage. Things just don't always go your way. Lycana is an interesting name. Never heard of someone named Lycana."

I shifted slightly as I sat there on my knees staring at myself in the mirror. "Reminds of the word lycan. And now I'm wondering if when we get into the ring you might grow a tail or perhaps howl to the sky. Won't lie, you would make me nervous if you did so. More so since you are newer than even me at the moment. Means I know less about you, while you can go do some digging into the things I have done so far since being here. It's not a good feeling, thinking going into this match you are going to see me more clearly than I see you now," my eyes looked at the mirror focused on myself as I tried to explain.

"The Whyte Spider… well, if someone told me I was going to be stuck in a room filled with a ton of spiders, I would high tail it right the hell out of there. Creepy crawling, bugs and insects just don't go over well with me."

"But I have this feeling, you aren't the kind of creeping crawling monster that comes to mind when I hear your name. I am very intrigued with the things you are going to say and do while here in Carnage. Both you and Lycana are mysteries to me. Mysteries, like many things in my life, that have made me excited and terrified at the same time."

"Just know, because I don't know what to expect from either of you, I am focusing right now. On being alert. On being precise. I am trying my best to be ready for anything and everything you two have in store for me. Even with me feeling like you two may have the upper hand on me, there are still things about me that remain a mystery to you."

I turned my head to one side so only half my face can be seen looking over a shoulder. The other side of my face would be visible in the mirror. "Things you ought to be terrified of in the same sense I am of you two. I am the masked Dragon Lady. The Dragon Lady, who has become to some, a nightmare. And yes Alex. I am referring to you. I am surprised you haven't been in my Twitter DMs or on Twitter complaining about the loss I gave you. Hardly a peep about the butt whooping I handed to you. Have I gotten into your head? You trying to do what I have done to help myself? Eliminate distractions? And not in the sense you usually do. Not with the yuckiness you spew in every direction trying to poison everyone. No. Are you trying to smell and taste the good part of you?"

"To others I have become a friend you can confide in and tell your deepest darkest secrets too. And to some fans, someone to learn how to be brave from." I winked my eye closest to the camera then. Not at my opponents. I winked at the little girl Ruby who I have decided one day I will try to meet, even if it took me calling a cab every single day until her father showed back up.

"I have had to work my butt off since getting here to Carnage. My win-loss ratio proves that. I have struggled every moment and every second that I have given to my opponents. And just because you're new here don't think I am not going to push you two to your limits. I am going to be that challenge that is going to test every part of you physically and mentally. You are going to need to earn the bits and pieces I have had to earn."

"The question I have for you two is, will what you have to say to me and what you plan to bring to me in that ring, will it be enough? Enough to stop me from sweeping away all the bad that may be inside of you two. You two need to understand something."

"I am protecting something. I am protecting the standard of being what the best seems to be here in Carnage. What I can see and have seen, the standard is laying everything out in front of you to be the biggest and toughest challenge to your competitors you possibly can be. You have no choice but to give it your all because every single roster member is doing exactly that. I truly hope the two of you will become better and stronger the way that each match I have had to kick, punch, and fly through has made me. Whether I win or lose to either of you, know that I gave you absolutely everything I had to give to push each and every one of us."

I turned around on my knees to stare straight into the camera now. "See you two at Havoc. Look forward to it." After that I switched off the camera feeling ready.

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I paced my bedroom finding it hard to breathe. Mameha isn't even aware yet that Frank has been harassing me. Doesn't he get it? Why doesn't he get it? Numerous more texts and calls have been sent to my phone that's been buzzing all dang day. It buzzed again as it sat there on my nightstand. He won't come here. He won't.

After the buzzing stopped I checked my phone. 20 missed calls starting at 5 AM this morning. 34 missed texts that I just didn't have the strength to look through. I ended up hitting Matt's number to text. I sent him the same thing he sent me on Twitter after he lost against Amber and JC.