Resurrection - Sarah Selena Lacklan vs. Adalynn Duncan

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Tuesday, May 23rd, 2017

‘Sup Denizeeeeeeens!

This is your Red Queen here all the way across to the pond to my mother’s homeland in England! Cambridgeshire, to be exact. And I can tell you that...holy crap...is it nice for me to NOT have an accent for once! I mean...Sweet Mother...everyone here sounds like me...the way EVERYONE should! It has been a little difficult for my Beloved, of course, dealing with the different slang, even from straight off the plane at Heathrow, but she is trying her best. My Fucking Awesome Hardcore girlfriend is such a trooper!

So! Yeah! Over in the UK for my first match as part of the United Kingdom Wrestling Federation because I am, as EVERYONE knows by now, HASHTAG Fighting the World Across the World.

And YES I said the word HASHTAG! Shit up about it! It’s a thing!

N-E-Way, I get to whoops some douchebag ass with my totes killer buddy Edaeya. I am not sure where she is...as she, like, hasn’t answered her phone ALL FREAKIN’ WEEK but I am sure she will be here. I mean, she wouldn’t up and disappear on me TWICE in six months, right? Right?!

And speaking of disappearing…

Holy FUCK I am killer at segways!

Speaking of disappearing…

The hell, Synn? I was all ready to whoop some MAJOR ass on this chick that I kinda-sorta-not-really know and it was gonna be TOTES badass, right? I was gonna bite her, make her bleed, maybe even set her on fire. She seems like the kinda girl that would be into that, and I am sure my Consort would not mind if I unintentionally got another girl off by setting her face on fire, and it would have been all cool, right? But NOOOOOOO. She’s gone because of...well...I don’t even really know. Like, she was fucking the bosslady...or something? Though, is Jana even the bosslady? I am so confused.

Oh! And! Furthermore! I get paid twice for this, right? I busted out that EPIC promotional video after my first Elite Cup match (YOU TASTE LIKE CRAP, HONEY!!!!), and that got TONS of eyeballs on the show and product. And now that I am producing this SECOND promotional video, I FULLY expect to get paid twice. Mind you, I do not need the money. Because: Rich girl. Because: Queen. Because: Legit Royalty. Because: Obvious. But! It’s the principle of the manner, ya know?!

ANYWAY!

Fast forward to where we are know where, after a week of preparation, I have to change up my plans for Defiant and set some OTHER chick on fire. Now, the whole setting a different chick on fire thing isn’t the WORST thing that could happen. I mean, I have another whole week to prepare for her, and three matches with four VERY different opponents before I face off with Adalynn, so there is plenty of prep time. Because I am a pro, ya know?

And that is something that seems to get lost in the translation sometimes. See, I get it. I GET IT. I’m the short blonde rich girl with the weirdo eyes. I’m the little shit that NEVER backs down from a fight and talks shit more than the entire roster combined, regardless of which company I am in. Hell, I probably talk more crap than all of 4CW! THINK ABOUT THAT! And it is easy to dismiss me because of all that. Yes, Cassandra Baumer is correct when she states that, despite my assertions that I shall do so very soon, I have yet to actually set anyone on fire. Yes, people like Gregory and Jericho were right in that I was not ready for them. Yes, I have not been as successful in this business in the first six months of my career that I had hoped.

But! Oh sweet Mother, but! I am not just a force to be reckoned with...I *AM* THE RECKONING. I grew up in this business, traveled the world, have seen everyone and everything that matters. I have seen world champions fall to paupers and strong men cry the deepest tears of sorrow. I have seen more gnashing of teeth than a simple mind can understand and more oaths of vengeance cried out in pain and passion than could ever be heard in a lifetime.

I *AM* this business.

Thus I travel the world. Now for myself. Now for posterity. Now to the save the world. To save the business from pretenders like Kate Bass, to shove people like D.C. Wiland back into the depths of obscurity they have so richly earned, to take that half-trained twit Callaghan and show him with a REAL sick right hook looks like.

To show my defiance.

We do not know each other, Adalynn. I barely Synn outside of her name. She seemed “my kind” of people, to be honest, jumping from lover to lover with seemingly no worry of the future. Are you the same? Will you so willingly thrust your life and heart into the hands of another?

It means little to me.

The fires of the One Lord God care little for intent or desire. They only care for action. They only care for those who would raise themselves up for rapture. The rest...the cockroaches of the world, the rats who scurry into the darkness in fear of the Light...they burn. Those fires of the One Lord God raze all of those pests...and that includes those who have intent and desire for greatness but fail to act upon it. The feckless failures who only dream and wish for greatness as they wallow in the muck and mire of mediocrity burn alongside those who directly defy God. The fires burn just as hot for them.

Do you have what it takes to rise to the top, Adalynn? Do you have that killer instinct to not only put your body on the line but to spare no quarter to that of your opponent? I do. See, as I mentioned before, while some dream of being wrestlers, while some dream of the glitz and stardom. I was born to be a wrestler. And not just A wrestling….but THE wrestler. Born to be the reckoning. Born to raze the world.

Born to be the Firestarter.

Now, I COULD be lazy and just repeat all that I had to say last week. I COULD just...like...edit that video with shots of London and be like, “Dude, this is totally new. Totes legit.” But I am not going to. Mind you, everything I said about myself and Synn? About being THE bomb when people think they throw them, or about how I am defiant, or about how I fuck people up. Completely valid. All those things are true. But this...this is different...this is special.

Because I have someone who wants to be set on fire and covered in blood ALMOST as much as I want to do those things to them.

I do not jest when I say that I wish to burn El Paso to the ground on Sunday. My words are not just those proverbial smoke and mirrors. My insistence for pain, for blood, for the razing of everything before me, is not the pomp and circumstance of a showman. It is literal. It is prophetic. It is the truth.

It is the Light.

I suppose that my real curiosity with you is whether or not you will be able to cast off the veil of your family name and be what you want to be. I know fully well what it is to have money be a hindrance, what it is to have wealth and power suffocate you. My own father did not wish for me to follow in his footsteps, believing my desire to fly like a bird and kick people in the face REALLY HARD to be a foolish dream. Not because he lacked faith in me...but because he knew I could be so much more.

Did you know that I was trained in dance, piano, and voice by masters? The highest quality money could buy at my beck and call. Private tutors in language, history, politics, art. But this...THIS...is what drives me, what fuels me. From the day I turned 14 and my father allowed me to life my first barbell with him, to the day I turned 16 and he allowed Nikita Dolore to train me, THIS has been my life. One unending...unyielding...fight. And, by God, do I love it.

Will you be able to rise out of the muck and mire of mediocrity that traps so much of this business? I hope so, dearie. I truly do. But I am not holding my breath. I am not allowing my knees to knock in worry. Because so few do. So few are more than just a girl on social media posting pictures of their ass. So few are more than just camgirls and cosplayers dabbling in wrestling on the weekend.

Are you one of those?

Are you a directionless child just throwing a bucket of dung at the wall and seeing if a shape sticks to the wall?

If I have a fear in this world...it is that you ARE one of those feckless failures whom I spoke of before.

I fear you are just another Synn Tolson.

Bring every weapon you have to bear, dearie. Bring every technique...every vicious tendency...every move...because you will need to blast me with everything you have and are in order to drive me to my knees. But even then? Even then?

There will be no Validation for you.

Spin...roll...ROAR...all you want. For as you are a fan of wrestling...as you hope to be a wrestler...you have chosen a poor fate. The move you have worked on most? The move you wish to finish me with?

Father did it better.

He roared.

And his spirit...his Toukon Retsuden...lives in me. He breathes through me. He rises through me.

Sunday may well be his Resurrection.

How fitting.

Hoist the banner...raise the colors…

The Red.

The Black.

I am the revolution.

And I am come.

Ride the flames.

-Sarah Selena Lacklan

[Adalynn Duncan]

We open to a small locker room. Very run of the mill. Sitting on a small bench in her workout gear is Adalynn Duncan. She looks at the camera with no emotion whatsoever showing on her face.

It has been said, over and over, and then even over again, that if we do not learn from our history, we are doomed to repeat it. Such true word. Words that at a time like right now, have so much meaning to them. If we continue to see and treat this business as nothing more than a sideshow, it will continue to be nothing more than a sideshow. If we continue to let this business be led astray by those who are looking at it as nothing more than a platform to possibly bigger and better things, then we will again be watching the damning of what the true fighters, the true wrestlers are trying to accomplish.

Time and time again, this business has put it's faith in something that catches the eye more than something that touches the heart or even the soul. We have put so much stock into bringing in what might look good on the surface, rather than what is truly good for the business.

Defiant Wrestling, you choose to bring in something that you thought would bring eyes to the company. You choose to bring in something that you thought would boost the gate. You choose to bring in something that you thought would get people talking. You choose looks over substance, And man oh man, did you choose wrong. So wrong in fact that she is gone. Gone from the match, gone from the company, gone from your bed apparently, and for the hope of some of us, gone from further existence.

"What do we do?" Was the panicking thought running through your head.

Well, what you do, for starters, is take a step back and get the true wide view of what this company, hell, what this business needs, and you fill that void.

"But how?", you ask, of course because as it is clearly been laid out, you have no idea.

You allow someone like myself, Adalynn Duncan, to come in and right the ship. Right the wrongs that not only you all have done but also begin to right the wrongs that this damn industry as a whole is going through.

You see, I am not like anything you have ever had here before. I am not here to be Twitter famous, or to come up with quirky catch phrases, like so many before me. I am in this for the fight. I am in this for the brutality. I am in this for the blood...

Adalynn finally cracks a bit of a smirk, finally breaking from the emotionless demeanor that she has shown thus far. 

Sarah Selena Lacklan, "The Red Queen", as so commonly referred to. You and I are now set on a path. A path that will no doubt lead to one of, of not, the greatest match, that DWF has seen thus far. A match that I am sure will be talked about for ages. Fire and blood, blood and fire. A hell of a combination. You looking to finally find that one opponent who you can finally set a blaze, and myself looking to spill as much blood between us as two human possibly could. Oh, it will indeed be one that has the world talking.

Sarah, I truly pray that you realize the cake walk of a match you thought you were going to be getting is out the window. I pray that you understand, that for as much talk you have in you, that I expect the fight to be just as big. I genuinely pray that you are not looking past the fight that is right here in front of you on your whirlwind tour of the world. A tour filled with Sarah fighting any all comers, a tour filled with "The Red Queen" setting the world on fire, one city and one organization at a time.

Adalynn chuckles to herself at the thought of any and all of this.

How exactly has all that been going for you though? You know Sarah, I have seen the tapes. I have done the study time to see exactly what you are bringing to the table. It is just unfortunate that what you are bringing to the table right now is a whole lot of empty promises.

Sarah, you and I, we are not the same. No, we are nowhere near the same. I am a monster when it comes to getting what I want. While you, well you just keep falling short of anything that has any meaning behind it. Where are the titles? Where is the fear? Where is the fire? Hell, truth be told, where the hell are you?

Oh, that is right! You are wrapped in a world of, "almost", and a world of "gimmicks". I truly, truly pray you are ready to step your game, hell, your world up when you step into that Defiant Wrestling Federation ring across from me. I am bringing the blood, you damn sure better bring that fire that keep talking about!

The camera fades to black as Adalynn stands and walks out of the frame.