☢ ⚡ Sugar Crash ⚡ ☢

[Dollface]

    Dear Diary,

    At Return to Glory VI, I lost the International Championship Title.  I know, I got to hold it at least, but I wanted to have it longer.  ☹

    Heh.  Longer.

    Anyway yeah, I totally lost it to NCM who totally still hates me I think, so THAT'S fun.  But guess what?!  You can't guess.  You're paper.  So I'll tell you.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥   I WON THE TAG TITLES WITH NATHAN!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  

 
    Yeah yeah, tag belts, hold something carried by the work of a teammate - not impressive, right?  Well, it is, it's totally a thing.  Plus I won with Nathan, and that's REALLY a big thing.

    Heh.  Big thing.

    Kelli sits in bed, the mid-morning light streaming through the sheer, glittery purple curtains at her window.  A fluffy, glittery, horrifyingly pink diary rests on her knees while she scribbles down her thoughts with an equally pink pen.

    Anyway, we beat Tha Unholy Alliance - it was REALLY hard though.

    Heh.  Hard.

    But we beat them!  Then the Black Hand attacked us though.  Grimm... he hit me.  He punched me right in the face, dude, for literally no reason.  Or a Black Hand reason that I'm not allowed to know.  Which is fine, you wanna know why?

     Fuck the Black Hand. 

    I'm done with them.  I'm done with their bullshit, done with their EVERYTHING.  It'll take everyone time to realize I'm not the bad guy anymore (not that I ever was, HELLOOO, this is simple stuff), but yeah.  It was weird though - we got help!  From Captain Sexypants Himself (otherwise known as Derek Cosmos), and that masked dude that's Gem's bodyguard or something.

    Nice of them. ☺

    But now though, we have to do a huuuuuge match.  Us against them, and more of them!  Grimm, Showtime, Tha Unholy Alliance... against Nathan, Cosmos, Nacho and me.  It should be... really interesting.  I mean, if you put our tag names together it sounds like a Taco Bell run after dropping LSD.

    I'm tired of writing now, but I'm pretty sure we're gonna win.  The good guys always win, right?

♥ KELLI 

   

    Finishing her entry, Kelli tosses the book to one side and slips out from under the covers, getting to her feet and hopping a bit in sheer joy.

    Fuck yeah jumping on the bed!  I'm a grown up, so no one can tell me no!

    Jumping up and down on her bed in a fit of manic happiness, Kelli sings brand new words to a recognizable tune as she hollers at the top of her lungs.

Old man Foley had a fed,

Pea see double youuuuu,

In this fed he had some dudes,

Pea see double youuuuu!

With a forearm here,

And an arm bar there,

Here a punch, there a kick,

Everywhere a clever trick,

Old man Foley had a fed, 

Pea see double youuuuu!

Old man Foley had a fed,

Pea see double youuuuu!

And at this match we had a fight,

Pea see double youuuuu!

With a Loco here,

Anarchist there,

Here a fight, there a fight,

Goin' hard, pay-per-view night,

Old man Foley had a fed, 

Pea see double youuuuu!

Old man Foley had a fed,

Pea see double youuuuu!

And at our match we kicked some ass,

Pea see double youuuuu!

With a kick out here,

And a near fall there,

Here a ref, there a guy,

Hit the ropes, had to fly,

Old man Foley had a fed, 

pea see double youuuuu!

Old man Foley had a fed,

Pea see double youuuuu!

And at the match we won the belts, 

Pea see double youuuuu!

With a fuck yeah here,

And a fuck yeah there,

Here a bell, there a win

Me and Nathan, big huge grin,

Old man Foley had a fed,

pea see double youuuu!

    A knock on the door breaks through the jumping and singing, Mark Harris poking his head in through the door with a pensive look on his face.  Kelli whirls around in surprise, eyes darting to one side as she mentally flails for a way to salvage the situation. There's no hope for it.  She's standing on her bed in her favorite bra and panty set, the PCW Tag Team Champion belt mashing down the cute pink ruffles in a cumbersome counterpoint to her ensemble.

    "Uh. Hi!  I hadn't gotten dressed yet, I was just."   Glancing around frantically she catches sight of a hanging star that had been displaced by her bouncing.  "I was fixing the star.  It was bugging me."  With a broad grin she waves Harris in as she sets the star back in place with a pointed look to the large man.  "Are you um... are you okay? You look kind of... I dunno. But you do."

    Mark stares down at her, a brooding sort of concern on his face.  "Are YOU okay?"

    Kelli grins. "Well hell yes I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

    Mark blinks, clearly wondering if his employer has finally snapped in that "point of no return" sort of way. "Kelli, Nathan -"

    She squeals happily. "I KNOW! We won the Tag Championship, and against Tha Unholy Alliance! We won, and Alexa didn't try to hurt me, and since Nathan and I are the tag champs maybe things will get better!"

    Mark stares, aghast. Kelli stares back, just plain confused.

    "What - dude, what's wrong? You SAID Nathan was good for me, right?" She flails a bit, this time not just in her head. "This is a GOOD thing! He worked with me so well, and didn't have Alexa come get me - maybe... maybe he actually DOES still have a thing for me!"

    Rubbing his hand over his face, Mark wrestles with the conflict at hand.

    "Kelli, he - you know, I don't think that's going to -" he halts, shaking his head in frustration. Kelli's face falls a bit, coming to stand near him, gentle hand on his arm.

    "Mark, what's WRONG? I'm not gonna make him duke it out with Sadistic to win me or something dumb like that, you know that, right? Sadistic isn't - he doesn't -" she stares down at her feet for a second before meeting Mark's eyes again. "Dude, he seriously doesn't swing that way. The only thing that gives him a boner is hurting people, and even then I don't think that gives him a boner. He - that kiss thing? Yeah. That was super awkward, and I don't think he was feeling it. I don't know if he actually was feeling something and tried to act on it, or if he was just trying to manipulate me.  Fuck, it was probably HIS idea to have Grimm hit me after that tag match."

    She looks up at Mark, proud of herself for considering such a thing all by herself. To her dismay, he doesn't seem to feel she's done that well.

    "Okay, so maybe that sounded like I only want Nathan for his dick. Which, I mean, while I'm really not at ALL opposed to the idea of his dick, I've never actually - we never really -" Kelli makes a face, blushing. "We made out once or twice, that was it! I'm considering my career, too, is what I mean." Her eyes widen. "I'm not saying I only want to be with him because of the tag thing but the tag thing is actually a thing and we're up against a LOT of people and Black Hand dudes but I think we can do it because things are getting better!" Pausing to breathe after that all-in-one-breath, mildly panicked statement, she stares up at Harris with an earnest expression.

    For his part, Mark just regards her sadly. "You really do love him, don't you, Kelli? It never stopped, did it."

    Kelli fidgets uncomfortably. "Yeah. I guess I see why you're so upset, I DID lie to you, blowing you off and saying he didn't matter to me. I was lying because of the thing with Q. They said they were going to kill Q if I didn't cooperate, and I didn't know they didn't have him, so...yeah."

    He shakes his head, one hand lifted in a gesture of helplessness.  "Kelli, you don't understand -"
    
    Impatient, she cuts him off.  "Dude, WHAT. Like, what even is your problem? I'm not gonna just stand here and monologue - anymore, anyway, I was kind of having fun but then you walked in. What the hell is your deal?"

    Clenching his jaw, Mark takes hold of her upper arm, steering her towards her pink desk and the glitter encrusted laptop. "Nathan posted a message to you on the fan forums. You need to read it, but - it's not nice. It's not nice at all, but it's better you know than not know."

    Kelli rolls her eyes theatrically, plopping down into the fuzzy, violently purple chair with a huff.  "It can't be THAT bad.  It's Nathan.  He doesn't even swear.  He's probably just publicly admonishing me for not renouncing the Black Hand in some triumphant speech of do-gooder-ness."

    She opens the page, her face breaking into a happy smile at the opening salutation.  As she reads, the smile disappears as though slapped off her face - each word that follows seeming to twist a knife deep within her chest.

    "He... why?"  Pure, innocent hurt bleeds through her voice as a fat tear rolls down the contours of her cheek.  "Mark, why would he... why would he say these things?"

    "Kelli... the Black Hand.  I warned you.  I told you what could happen."

    At the mention of the Black Hand, Kelli explodes.

    "Dude, FUCK the Black Hand!  They fucking ATTACKED ME!!  All the shit I've done working with them, and they fucking attacked me - Grimm HIT ME!  FOR NO FUCKING REASON!

    Mark raises his hands.  "Kelli, but you did all that work with them, and it seemed like you didn't care about Nathan, so -"

    "I made them SWEAR! I made them PROMISE they wouldn't TOUCH Nathan or I would fucking kill them all where they stood! He was off limits. That was the deal. I wanted to save Q, but they KNEW they weren't allowed to hurt Nathan too much. I took care of him FIRST! Who the fuck is he to say that I didn't even -"

    She stops, painful realization on her gorgeous features. When she speaks again, the fiery shouts are nothing more than a tortured whisper. "He didn't know. He never knew, because I could never tell him. I tried talking to him once... once after I came back, before the Black Hand - before Sadistic - got a hold of me. He was just weird. Weirder than usual, I don't know if he didn't hear me, didn't want to hear me, or what. Then when he came back, I couldn't answer, or he'd know what was happening. If he knew... if he knew, he would react, and the Black Hand would kill Q."

    Kelli hangs her head, tears flowing freely down her cheeks - for once leaving nothing more than streaks of raw suffering. "I thought they had Q. I thought they had Q, and while I made them promise not to hurt Nathan, I couldn't tell him what was happening. So now he thinks... he thinks..." she gestures hopelessly to the screen before her, the lurid green letters swimming through her vision to mock her from the page.  

    Her shoulders slump, bowed forward by the weight of the cruel message, everything seeming to crash into her all at once.  If heartbreak were audible, the shattering of her love and hope would have been heard by the dead.

    "So... this is it, huh?  This is how it ends.  The closest thing to a friend I have is my bodyguard, who thinks I'm a mentally delayed basket case."

    Mark reaches out, denial writ upon his face, opening his mouth to speak.

    "No.  Don't bother.  It's really okay.  The Black Hand never did want me.  Sadistic never needed me for anything, just until motherfucking Stormmy britches joined up.  I was a placeholder for something better.  Same for Nathan.  All just a lie, just a game, probably just to flush out that creepy ass Russian frenemy of his.  Even Q... he just left.  I try to - I try to be good so people will like me, but "  A shuddering sob ripples through her, face buried in her hands, the movement stilling as she raises her head to look at Harris.  

    "Is this all there is?  It is, isn't it?  I exist so I can be used."

    Mark reaches forward, clicking the screen off.  "Kelli, no, that's not -"

    "It is.  It's okay.  I think maybe..."  She sniffles miserably, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks.  "...maybe if I wasn't so broken.  Maybe if Daddy hadn't - if he hadn't -" she meets Mark's eyes, the man deeply troubled to see the green fading towards a stormy, dark gray.   "Pass me around like a party favor, boys.  It's alright, it's what I'm here for.  Daddy always said so."

    Mark takes a hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him.  "Kelli, NO.  This - something doesn't feel right here.  Nathan never talks like that, I've never seen that man swear and I've seen him endure some shit that would justify a curse word or several.  Maybe... maybe it's not what it seems?"

    Kelli blinks at him, the gray green of her eyes darkening further as she replies in a dead monotone.  "It doesn't matter, Mark.  I'll go, compete, the fans will cheer because I'm doing something for them, and I'll come home."

    Shrugging off his touch, she goes to her closet, slipping into a plush robe.  Leaving her room, she heads for the familiar comfort of pharmaceutical bliss.  

    "Fuck off, Mark.  I'm too sober for this shit."