Root of all evil Season 1 episode 3 (vs fifi)

[Alicia Lukas]

Off Camera  

MGM Grand lower bar. Las Vegas Nevada. 4 Months Ago  

The lights were disorientating as they flashed from the stage, different colors, red, purple, green criss crossed as Alicia moved on the dance floor. The smoke machines bellowed out gust after gust of white mist. Alicia shook her head right to left, her long dirty blonde hair flailing wildly to the music, sweat poured down her body as she scanned around.  

A few men gravitated to her. They moved in and out, two got in close moving against her. Alicia didn’t pay them any attention dancing in her own little world. There was no acknowledgement, no invitation. But they moved against her anyway. One of them stood behind her his hands dancing down her hips holding her in place while he rubbed himself against her. Again she seemed vacant staring off into space while occasionally moving her head.  

The guy at the front seemed to back off, but his friend didn’t. He was a good looking guy, about six one, well built and muscled. Short brown hair and an olive complexion. He grabbed Alicia and whispered something in her ear. Her hair hitting him in the face as she turned her head to the side giving him a small nod. She was led through the heaving pile of people, the guys friend followed them.  

He looked around as they led her into the men's room, Alicia stood in the center of the tiny one stall room, the second guy locked the door. Alicia just stayed still, no music to lead her movements. No distractions with lights and mist to change her demeanor. She was a husk, a vacant shell.   

Their hands danced and groped, she put on a smile and moaned through their clumsy attempts. It was a mask, one she used to wear quite well when she was younger. Before she knew it her back was against the wall, lips touched her tanned skin, her neck, her inner thigh. Four hands wanted her lusted for her.  

She didn’t enjoy it.  

She didn’t hate it.  

There was nothing but the faint need to be owned. To feel like she mattered to someone. To forget the man she loved, to forget the betrayal. This wasn’t about pleasure or revenge. Alicia stood there, then was moved again and again. The laughter then faded away into nothing. She sat on the cold hard bathroom floor and straightened her dress before getting to her feet..  

She walked out on the floor, she brushed past them both and out into the night were the cold air hit her face as she snapped out of it and walked to a cab getting in.As it pulls away tears flow down her eyes, her body shakes and she curls up on the seat alone…. 

Off Camera 

San Diego California 3 months ago. 

She walked along the aisle with a smile on her face, her hands reached out lightly touching the packaging as she tilted her head. A brand new group of Funko pops. She looked over them from Walking Dead to the new star wars ones to a few wrestling related ones. Alicia giggled and grabbed an Alex Jones one before shaking her head and putting it back.  

“Not worth it” she mumbled under her breathe before hearing some low giggling. She tilted her head and turned around looking finding no one. She sighed and went back to looking before finding one of her father Jason Maxwell, she nods and holds onto it hearing the giggling again.  

She looks to the side seeing a flash of black and white converse hide behind something “Sean?....is that you?....” Silence, Alicia sighs and shakes her head looking less than impressed. “Sean you better not be doing what I think you are…” Again nothing, Alicia walks off mumbling to herself turning a corner before staring at some nerf guns, she places her finger on her lips before hearing a laugh….a familiar laugh….  

“Goddamnit Sean….I know you’re there…” again silence as Alicia went back to looking, then it hits her, a stuffed poke ball. Then more laughter. Alicia rolls her eyes and turns to see Sean, with an Ash Ketchum cap and a blue vest with his arm outstretched and the peace sign. “ALICIACHU!”  

“Don’t say it Sea-” “I choose you!” Alicia let’s out a deep sigh and her hand raises up as she rubs the bridge of her nose lightly before kicking the stuffed poke ball back at Sean. He picks it up and starts rolling it up his arm bouncing it off the inside of his elbow back into his hand. A few kids walk by and Sean goofs off.  

Alicia slowly smiles and as the kids laugh and run away Sean looks up seeing Alicia staring at him. Her eyes bright and wide as he shrugs. “What?” She blushes and looks down at her converse stepping forward. “Nothing. Just. You can be infuriatingly annoying at times.” Sean raises an eyebrow and scoffs as Alicia wraps her arms around his neck. “Gee thanks Lic” 

She kisses him slowly keeping her body pressed against his she pulls back staring into his eyes with a smile. “Then you do something like that, I see how you are with people and how much you care about me...and it reminds me why I love you…”  

Sean smiled warmly and gave her a small nod. People walked by and an older woman smiled at them as Alicia took Sean by the hand and walked with him. “I like this you know?. Us just being us. Away from wrestling...But I do have to go back to work,I’m flying out to Mexico..….please come with me…”  

Sean stops and laughs. “Come on Lic you couldn’t keep me away, besides I get a kick out of you destroying these girls...I’ll support you...I got your back babe.,..” 

On Camera 

Her cherry red lips smack together before twisting into a smirk. Her long blond hair tied up and away from her face as Alicia Lukas folds her arms over her chest. She stands in front of a brick wall outside in the sun.  

“You know how excited I was to come here?. When I first got word that certain members of IWF’s hierarchy had seen tapes of my stuff and wanted me here?. It was hard for me to contain the happiness and excitement. I called my father, I called my brother...both in the business...and I gushed to them. I talked a million words a minute and talked about how the IWF Diamonds division was legendary.” 

“A place where we could get together and find out who the best athletes were, the best wrestlers, the baddest bitches. See I sat in my tiny little one bedroom apartment in Japan with the other girls and we watched Monday night sacrifice. Of course for us it was Tuesday morning. But we all got together and sat on the floor in a circle with pizza, nachos and beer. We stayed up the night before laughing and having fun ready for our “cheat” day….” 

“And I’d sit there with these women who were tough as nails who loved to scrap and fight and we watched a lot of the women here. We watched Alexis Caffery, we watched Eternity, we watched Jessica Reed, we watched Amber Richards, we saw the Garcia’s start to rise..and I promised them one day I’d sign a contract and come to work in this division….” 

“I came back to the USA. I watched on and off when I could while working for other promotions in the northeast…..” 

“And I still wanted to face women like Jess, Alexis, The Garcia’s, Eternity...but you know one name that never really came on my radar?....Fiona McFly…..” 

Alicia sighs and shakes her head, a very well put together man with tattoos all over his upper body walks behind Alicia, a loud slap is heard and she jumps forward holding her butt. 

“Travis!...I’m trying to cut a promo here….jesus christ….” 

A loud laugh is heard as he seems to be getting further away. Alicia shakes her head and growls under her breath before pouting and looking forward. 

“Now that’s not really a knock on your in ring skill Fi, despite the fact you completely ripped it off from someone else you probably do it better and more convincingly than him. Hell you’re tough, you’ve mixed it up with the best here and had an up and down career. Some of us win those 50/50 matches and make a career out of it….” 

“Some of us, like you lose those matches. I mean you’ve been signed to IWF for almost two years and what have you done?. Every time you have a big win you take five steps back by not capitalising on it. You haven’t even had that big career defining win yet. You know that one where people can look at you and say “wow...she belongs”....” 

“I’ve had moments like that in the last year since returning to the us and I plan on having many more in IWF but you?. You just kind of slip by. Others beat you and walk on, the Garcia’s, have embarrassed you more times than the Cowboys choke in the playoffs….” 

“And the thing is I could forgive all that, overlook your lack of career advancement and feel sorry for you...if you didn’t have your little blog series that you use to bitch and piss and moan about anything that doesn’t go your way. And that’s the thing Fiona, you whine. You sit there and complain and do nothing to improve your position in life….” 

Alicia throws her hands in the air and shakes her head.  

“Get out from behind your computer, go to the gym and bust your ass like the rest of us. Buy a goddamn dictionary and learn to use the word “illogical” properly in proper goddamn context, support a better football team than fucking Chelsea...and stop being a poser bitch….” 

“It’s not that hard, then maybe people will like you, and not talk shit behind your back, just to your face. See I’ve been here two weeks, I’ve been backstage at 2 events and in that time I have heard maybe...20...to 30 jokes about you. Just from people backstage. In fact I saw one girl laughing and she missed her mouth with her fork full of food and she called it “doing a fiona”....” 

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“This is something only you can fix. See you’re not a terrible wrestler that everyone automatically discounts, but you’re not one of those women who people like me sign contracts to test ourselves against. You have the skills to beat me, you even have a chance at it on Sacrifice, but you lack the determination or reality check. You actually see yourself as someone great when really you’re just...there….” 

“You exist...and that’s all. You don’t thrive you don’t excel. You’re just there. Like furniture Fiona. If the Diamonds division was a play, you’d be a set piece, if it was a movie...like say the Avengers...you’d be hawkeye. If the Division was a band….you’d be the bass player….and that’s just sad Fiona….” 

“But go ahead, tell people I don’t know what I’m talking about, do some poor half assed “research” like you do on everyone, get my entire life story wrong, say the word “illogical” and lather, rinse and repeat….see you out there…”